#GAH your gif lol

[ultralightpoe]

JUNO - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: Gah, here we go again with the bucky fics since he looked so damn good in that trailer! Enjoy!

Word Count: 4215

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT.....and more smut.

Requests: OPEN

Main Masterlist ~ ~ Halloween 2024 Event

[Thank you for the gif @ayo-edebiri ]

Enjoy!

“Don't have to tell your hot ass a thing

Oh yeah, you just get it

Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit

God bless your dad's genetics, mm, uh”

-

You were a terrible terrible person, this was a fact. It would be put on whatever wikipedia page they made for villains as soon as people figured it out, which considering the rage building in your body would be any moment now. Why were you a terrible person? That’s easy to explain. 

There was a time where everyone avoided your boyfriend like the plague, when the Winter Soldier cliche had been stuck to his image like a nail in a tire and everyone treated him like crap. And who stayed by his side? You. Not that it was ever about keeping score because you just wanted what was best for him. But now that people are all about kissing his ass since he had some new found fame? You wished things would go back to the way they were. And that made you a terrible person. 

Who would want things to go back when your love was treated terribly?

But then you see girls like Montana clinging to his side and that little green monster in the pit of your stomach begins growing and growing until it leads to moments like now, with you standing at the bar clutching your glass like it was the only thing tethering you to this earth. 

Yet another gala was being thrown, this time it was ‘Rockstars for Schooling Funds’ and Bucky was required to attend for PR. And attend your man did. The jacket, the tie, the pushed back hair and the hot ass glare. 

From the second you saw him ready for tonight you were ready to pull him into the bedroom and never leave, your skin grew hot just remembering the feeling of his hands roaming your body as you tried to lead him into the bedroom. He obviously didn’t fall for it and now you were here watching Montana hold onto his arm as she laughed at something he said. 

As if sensing your glare he turns to catch your eye, and you know that he was surveying your safety by the sharp look in his eyes and all you can think was ‘God bless your dads genetics’.  But you refuse to break for him, so you shrug and turn back to the bar ready to order yourself another drink. 

Best thing about wearing a dress like the one you were wearing tonight? Attention.  Within seconds the men at the bar were clamoring to buy you a drink, crooked smiles and lame pick up lines. The prized contender? The southern man with kind eyes wearing his very own black cowboy hat. 

This could be fun. 

“What’ll it be?” He drawls and you have to fight off the blush filling your cheeks just at the sound of it. 

“Hmm, I haven't decided yet.” You flirt, batting your lashes for a second. “Think you can help a girl out?”

“There’s the ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’.” He reads off the little menu, looking up to you from under his hat, giving a smooth wink and you huff out a small laugh. 

“Would it be worth my time?”

“It’s the best on the menu from what I can see.” As if on cue you both look out to the crowd around you at the gala, with loud music and cheesy rockstar costumes, and whilst he is trying to make a point your eyes roam for a familiar head of hair. But the group that Bucky had been sitting with for the past 30 minutes was now short a member, your man. “Who would want to waste time with any of these cruds when you could have a real drink sugar?”

But the words were lost on you as your eyes traced over the room in a hurried panic. Where did he go?

But then your nose fills with a familiar woodsy scent as a familiar arm wraps around your waist in a tight grip that has the cowboy standing straight up in his own panic. 

“Yeah Doll, how bout a real drink?”

-

“You make me wanna make you fall in love

Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah

Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?

Oh, I hear you knockin', baby, come on up”

-

That little green monster building in your stomach? Now she had a fire pal burning straight through your skin at the image of the icy glare Bucky managed to send in the cowboys direction, the fingers on your waist tightening and digging into your skin. 

“I was just talking to my friend here about drinks.” You hum out, watching his jaw tighten as he continues to glare. “What do you know about drinks?”

The cowboy, who you now knew to be a foolish man since he still stood in that spot, lets out a smooth chuckle. “Considering he’s holding an old fashioned I would say not much, Sugar.”

“Really? I always thought that the old fashioned ways worked in seduction. At least they did for me.” Bucky all but growls out, pulling you closer to him. “Now how bout we ask the gal. Do my old fashioned ways work?” 

As if to prove his point he presses his thigh between your legs just a notch and squeezed at your waist, you were lost. 

“No words? Hmm? Interesting.” He smiles, “Think you need a break from the crowd?”

He doesn’t waste time waiting for an answer, rather he keeps his grip on your waist as he leads you through the large gala, keeping the glare on his features that has people backing away to avoid his anger. You however basked in it, and as he lead you into the bathroom with the slam of the door and an easy movement to lock the door. 

You got right to work, hopping onto the counter and wiggling a bit as he turns back to you. 

You look up at him through you lashes, kicking one foot out a bit to expose your leg to him. “I mean not that I don’t love this vibe, we didn’t pack the handcuffs baby.” 

“Oh so the pretty girl thinks she’s funny.” He chuckles, stepping forward and moving his hands to the top of your thighs to squeeze before pulling you forward harshly. “In case you haven’t realized it, this is the moment where you start giving me reasons to give you what you so badly want.” 

Words failed you as his palms roamed your skin, rubbing soft circles to begin pushing up your dress. 

“Oh, I’m the one in trouble here?” You huff, leaning back as he pushed his way in between your thighs. “Funny, here I was thinking of granting you mercy.”

“Oh that’s how we are playing it, huh?” And just like that he is pressing the pad of his flesh thumb right onto your core, pulling a sharp gasp from you as you tried to close your legs out of instinct only for him to press you down with his metal hand. “You were saying, sugar?”

“Oh…” You moan, back arching as he circles his thumb with a smug smile, leaning into you to pull your lips into a fervent kiss. It draws your breath until your gasping into him for air, your hands woven into his hair to keep him there and save you all in the same go while he teases at pulling your panties down only to pull back in a matter of seconds leaving you there to try and catch your breath. 

Seconds away from achieving your high only to be left stranded leaves you whining and leaning forward to get him back into your arms. 

He tsks at you, pushing you back gently as you continue whining. 

“What will you give me?”

“Anything.” You gasp out, kissing at the wrist of the hand holding you back, nipping at the flesh of it as you reach for him metal arm to pull you back in. He gives in a little, allowing you to press your hips into his so release some of the pressure. “Please baby.”

“Then how about you behave for the last hour, and we’ll go home and get you sorted. Yeah?”

“Fine,” You snip out, tracing your hand up his metal arm before making it to his collarbone and pressing your hips further into his. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

-

“I know you want my touch for life

If you love me right, then who knows?

I might let you make me Juno

You know I just might”

-

And you feel like a fool for making that promise as he leads you through the crowd once more, this time with a pressure begging to be released in your lower belly as he keeps his metal hand on your lower back. The chill of the metal while your body is ablaze has you reeling, reaching a hand back to keep a hold on him. 

You think of all the things he can do to you as he talks with the Galas president, digging your nails into the sleeve of his tux as you push your thighs together a bit, leaning your nose into him to inhale his scent as he talks with a bold presence. 

When that Montana girl comes back you learn that she is an assistant for the program and that little green monster leads you to nip at his ear in front of her before kissing at his neck to leave a lipstick mark. 

He looks at you for a moment, leaning in to give you a peck on the lips before turning to talk to her some more but it’s too late, you’re already in a haze. The green monster and the red flame have mixed to make their very own monster. 

So you pull him in by his tie, pressing your lips to his ear and whispering the words you knew would break him. “Gimme me a baby.”

-

“Let you lock me down tonight

One of me is cute, but two though?

Give it to me, baby

You make me wanna make you fall in love (Oh)”

-

It was the one secret weapon you���ve never used, but have always known about. 

Back in the beginning of the relationship while you were learning the ins and outs of eachother you noticed how much he loved the pill since it hadn’t been too popular back in his day. He loved the freedom it gave him to mark you as his, but you also noticed the lingering gaze on your stomach and or the intent look he gave when you took the pill. 

But you had never been ready for a kid, you wanted to save that for that someone special who you could raise them with. But you knew that Bucky was it, you knew that he was your touch for life. Why not give in?

And the thrill of giving in the second his eyes meet yours makes it worth it, seeing the heat as he pulls you in so tight you might as well be one person. 

“Come on baby, one of me is cute but two though?” You whisper, leaning up to bite at his lip before his hands come up to pull you into a feral kiss as he begins to lead you out the doors. 

-

“I showed my friends, then we high-fived (Ah-ah)

Sorry if you feel objеctified (Ah-ah)

Can't help myself, hormonеs are high

Give me more than just some butterflies”

-

“Easy there.” He grunts out the second you press him into the seats of the limo, straddling him with ease as your nails rake down his chest to begin tracing the buttons of his shirt. “I might feel objectified.”

“I don’t give a shit,” You gasp, ripping his shirt open before attacking his chest with kisses. You take to kissing his chest, dragging your lips from spot to spot in order to mark him as much as you can as he pulls you down to move his hips into your with a groan. 

Your eyes flutter closed at the heat that crosses through your body at the sound, whining out a bit as he begins to grind into you, pulling you up from his chest with a swift pull to lock your lips together as the limo makes a turn. 

The kiss was feral, teeth gnashing, thigh clenching kiss that has you gripping his shoulders and pushing your hips into his a little quicker. Biting down onto his lip when he stills your hips with his hands before pulling back. 

“You gonna let me lock you down?” He whispers, rubbing your hip as he moves you with ease until your legs are splayed over his lap and he can reach between them to pull more moans from you. “Gonna let me keep you forever?”

“Yes….” You whine out the second he begins rubbing at your core once more, this time with the metal hand. The chill of the metal over the fabric is driving you crazy and you press your hips up for more pressure and as a sign you want the panties off. 

He is quick to oblige, pulling his hand to the waistband of them and ripping them off in one easy movement before pushing his fingers back to ease one into your center. “I’ll give you anything you want. But you already knew that when you said I could give you a baby. Didn’t you?”

And just like that he pushes two more fingers in, curling them in a fluid motion as his lips press into the pressure point of your throat. He works his fingers in a fast paced motion as you close your eyes and give into the feeling, letting him suck and bite at your neck as much as he wanted to. 

And once you reach your high he merely speeds up his movements until your shaking in his lap. 

“Atta girl.” He grunts, pulling his fingers up to suck on while you blink at him, still shaking from that orgasm. 

“I love you.” You murmur to him, leaning on for a gentle kiss. He laughs into it, rubbing at the back of your neck in a sweet gesture before putting your torn panties in his pocket and looking to see how close you are to home. 

-

“You make me wanna make you fall in love

Oh, late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you, ah-ah

Wanna try out some freaky positions?

Have you ever tried this one?”

-

The calm ease he had built up for the rest of the limo ride was quick to vanish the second the limo pulled up to the curb, pushing the door open and pulling you out so quickly your legs swing until he pulls you up so you can wrap them around his waist. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” You giggle, letting him carry you inside until the front door closes and he can set you down to lock it. Even in the mix of all this he can never slack on your safety, and you were sure that once he spent all your energy he would come down here for one last safety check. 

You let him do what he needed to do, walking to the kitchen with a fleeting look to him before grabbing a glass of water to sip on while you waited, legs still a little shaky. But you don’t have much time since he comes around the corner into the kitchen, leaning on the fridge with a small smile as he watches you every movement. 

“Everything locked up and safe?” You ask, moving one step closer to him.

“Yes.” He responds, the deep voice causing a shiver to move down your spine as he takes a step similar to yours without taking his eyes off you. 

“I think it’s so hot you know.” One of his eyebrows raise at your words, the small smile turning into a smirk. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone in this world as protective as you.”

He merely hums back, taking another step closer as his eyes roam over your body. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. And I was thinking that you deserved an award.” 

“I do?” You almost laugh at how innocent the question comes out, but you don’t have time since your already turning to press yourself into the counter, pushing your hips out and pulling your dress up to expose yourself to him as he audibly growls. “Have we every tried this before?”

-

“I know you want my touch for life

If you love me right, then who knows?

I might let you make me Juno

You know I just might”

-

His hands are upon you in an instant, rubbing at your hips as his body presses into yours to kiss at the back of your neck, and you realize that he is still wearing his undershirt and pants. The metal of the belt buckle digs into your back as you reach back to undo his belt. 

You hear him undo it and get ready, pressing your forehead into the tile of the counter as he grabs your hands and begins wrapping your hands together with the leather belt. And you should be embarrassed at the moan that fills the air once you realize what he is doing before he undoes his pants and you feel him press at your center. 

He’s quick to press in, and you both your moans fill the air as he presses his forehead into the exposed skin of your back before beginning to rut himself up into you. With every aggressive push of his hips into yours the doors of the cabinet on the counter shake, the cold tile of the counter hitting your hip over and over and over as he claims you for his own. 

With one hand holding the belt that is biting into the flesh of your wrists and the other holding the counter to keep you both stable he stands straight and lets free. Every harsh threat is followed by his grunts and your moans, the sound of skin slapping filling the room before the hand from the counter comes to hold your hair. 

It’s feral, and hot. And the feeling of his flesh hand pulling at your hair has you tightening around him enough that he can’t fight his own moan. 

And the second you hear it you are coming undone around him, shaking harshly as he keeps you held up before you collapse, continuing his thrusts until you reach the peak of the high once more and spasm around him. 

Once you come down, panting heavily and keeping your forehead pressed into the cold tile, he works on undoing his belt to release you as he pulls himself out of you and pulls his pants up. 

You are quick to turn on him, tears in your eyes partly due to the intense orgasm and the fact that you still haven’t gotten what you wanted. “Baby please….”

“Easy doll.” He whispers, pulling you into his arms to wrap himself around you, picking you up easily. “You’ll get it. Don’t you fret.”

-

“Let you lock me down tonight

One of me is cute, but two though?

Give it to me, baby

You make me wanna make you fall in love”

-

He carries you into the bedroom bridal style, setting you down at the foot of the bed before leaning down to grab the end of your dress and pull it over your head, kissing his way up your body so slowly you feel like you might just die. By the time the fabric is over your head he throws it to the side, his gaze meeting yours in a tense blaze. 

You knew within an instant that he had gotten serious, and as you kept your gaze on his he let your hands roam until you begin pulling his undershirt off before you reach to undo his waistband. “What’s that look for?”

“Did you know….” He keeps his voice to a whisper as he kicks off his shoes and shucks off his pants, pulling off his socks and throwing everything to the side before moving his hands to either side of your cheeks. “That it’s not actually proven that the amount of orgasms a women has is connected to their ability to conceive.”

“Yeah?” You smile, waiting for him to get to the point 

“I did a lot of research.” He says proudly, “So though the amount of orgasms I give you don’t end up mattering in the end…..they sure are fun.”

And you can’t fight the loud laugh that escapes when he gently tackles you onto the bed, making it bounce a bit as he pushes your thighs open with his hands and pressing them into you by the backs of them. 

“You ready doll?”

“Always for you sergeant.”

-

“Adore me

Hold me and explore me

Mark your territory (Ah-ah)

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one (Ah-ah)”

-

He keeps the eye contact, soft and open, as he slides himself between your folds to use your past orgasms as his lubricant before pressing into your center and moaning a bit as he pushes himself in. Whereas the romp downstairs had been feral and fast this one started slow, allowing him to kiss at your face as you adjusted to his size this time. 

His weight presses you into the bed, and your hands find purchase at his back so he can pull himself back before pushing his hips back into yours. Slow and precise, every pull he left a kiss and every push has just enough friction on your core that has you arching your back. 

It had been years of him learning your body and by this point he knew how to play it like the back of his hand. It was his and he liked keeping what's his cared for. When you arched a little more he knew he should speed up, and when you closed your eyes he reached a hand down to grip at the fat of your ass, fingers digging in as he readjusted you both for more pleasure. 

And once you came around him, spasming and moaning loudly, all bets were off. 

-

“Adore me

Hold me and explore me (Ah-ah)

I'm so fuckin' horny

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one”

-

His entire weight comes down, crushing you beneath him not that your complaining. Between the warmth of his skin and the mix of your sweat with his you both have traction to move as his thrusts turn wild. 

Over and over at a speed he hadn’t reached with you before, his eyes are clenched shut as he ruts into you, overstimulating you as you begin to sob from the pleasure. Your entire body shakes with every intense hump. 

Between his thrusts you meet your peak once more, screaming out as his own thrusts become erratic and harsher. 

By the time he finishes he leans down to your ear so you can hear the heavy moan that escapes him as he fills you to the brim, shaking and pinching you with his metal arm. And his release seems never ending as he continues to thrust, until you are both completely spent and collapse into the cool sheets. 

-

“(Oh, I) I know you want my touch for life

If you love me right, then who knows?

I might let you make me Juno

You know I just might (Might)”

-

You had managed to fall asleep and only woke up at the realization that he wasn’t near you, vision blurry as you looked around. He had cleaned you up and tucked you in with a glass of water on the nightstand, but his side of the bed was  empty. 

So you sit up, ready to go check on him, until you realize how sore you were and stay on the bed to listen for him. You hear the sound of him shuffling around downstairs to check all the locks before he begins climbing up the stairs. 

You know he makes the noise for you, otherwise he would be as stealthy as an assassin. 

By the time he enters the doorway there is a small smile playing at his lips while you open your arms and pull him in to lay with you. 

“Goodnight.” You whisper. 

“Goodnight, Doll.”

-

“Let you lock me down tonight

One of me is cute, but two though?

Give it to me, baby

You make me wanna make you fall in love”

-

The waiting was the most dreadful feeling. 

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub with the test sitting on the counter between where you sat and where your husband sat in the hallway with the back of his head laid against the door. 

It was silent but not in a malicious way, more of a calming way as his metal hand whirred before the alarm on your phone goes off and you both shoot up to look. 

“Is it…”

“I….”

And you both lean to look at the same time to see just how well those new positions took.

-

[slamminslamminmcgill]

Can you pretty please write a fic where Logan and Deadpool are having an argument about how they should be fucking the reader, like going over techniques while the reader is just drooling and mindless like “whaaa”

hell YEAH i love getting fucked stupid by big strong men >:3333€

this is a rly good prompt btw so i could GLADLY expand on this but for rn here’s a snippet 😌

warning: dp, painal, sadomasochism, mild transphobia, slurs, degradation, overstim, dubcon, daddy kink

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy/bussy

They talk about you like you’re not even there.

Well, physically you were right there with them. Mentally you were nowhere to be found, certainly not on their conversational level. Wade had been bouncing you in his lap for god knows how long. His cock in your cunt had thoroughly fucked your train of thought off the tracks. Your internal monologue was nothing but bitchy whimpers and primal burning for more. Welp. What do you expect? Back to back orgasms will do to that to you. You couldn’t even recall how the argument started, and context would’ve really been helpful.

“Wow! Okay! That’s a shitty thing to say to our guest! Wanna apologize and maybe try that one again, JK Rowling?”

"Oh, get fucked. That's not what I meant and you know it." Logan kept his firm hands on your shoulders, assisting your bounce, since your legs were damn near liquified.

“Mmmmm, ah, gah-fuuuck… Wh... Wha? Huh?”

“How is that not what you meant?" Wade, questioned, maintaining his steel grip on your ass. He felt that he had to protect you from the big bad wolf and his transphobia. "You just said he’s not a real man because he has a pussy. A tight, sweet, JUICY pussy that feels like a fleshlight full of microwaved angel dust. And yet SOMEHOW this makes him not a real man to you? Maybe you’re just not man enough for HIM, sugar-tits!”

"I said you gotta fuck him like a real man. You’re being too good to him. It's gonna fuel his ego, and I’m not letting you turn him into a spoiled brat. Fuck him in the ass, that'll teach him a lesson. Show him this shit ain't a joke."

"No way! Ass is ass is ass is ass. Everybody's got an asshole, peanut, and newsflash? They all feel the same. But this boy's pussy? This hot buttery premium A5 wagyu bussy that's—SQUEEZINGmyfuckingdicksotight, oh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, angel baby, sweet boy, you feel so GOOD! Making your Daddy feel so good, good boy!"

Praise was easy enough to process. It didn't require any cognitive effort on your part. You didn't have to weigh in and have an opinion, you just have to take it, and be grateful for it. "Hah, fuck! Thank—thank you, Daddy! FUCK! Wade! WadeWadeWadeWade—WADE! WadeWadeWade..."

But Logan wouldn't let it go. "I'm serious. Make him take it up the ass, or I will."

“Un-be-lievable. You know something? You must be the one guy in this universe who could see a whimsical forest path that leads to a magical unicorn fountain, and says 'Oh, no, none for me. Let me go spelunking in the poop-chute, thank you very much!' And if that's not the single gayest thing I've seen in my entire—"

"WADE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"Eeep!"

Oh, you poor thing. He nearly gave you a heart attack! It's terrifying when someone yells out of nowhere, especially when that someone has you naked and vulnerable in their hands. Logan had slammed you down on Wade's cock when he yelled, completely stopping the scene and trapping you between them. Woah. Time out. Shit has officially just gotten real. You and Wade held bated breath, and traded a glance that said "We're cooked. Nice knowing ya."

But Logan just laughed at you both. Delighted by the atmospheric tension he had just created.

"Heh... heh heh heh..."

Then he relaxed his grip on you, and those big strong calloused man hands started to explore. They massaged your shoulders, rubbed your neck and jaw, and groped and squeezed wherever they pleased. All the while, his hot breath, tinted with whiskey and malice, ghosted over the shell of your ear as he talked. He spoke very firmly. Targeted. Slow. He wanted you to get every fucking word.

"Listen, bub. I’m not about to question whether or not you’re a man, okay? But I’ll say this. When real men wanna take cock? It hurts. Oh, it hurts real bad. And most of ‘em don’t get the luxury of a cushy little cunt that’s meant to take a pounding. No, son. Real men get ripped apart by cock. It makes them cry and scream and sometimes their tiny little rims even bleed because of it. And you know what? They love it. They love how much it hurts them. Cause they’re men. Strong men. And you’re no fuckin’ better than them, you know that? You think just cause you got another hole that you can take the easy way out? Everything's gonna be peaches and cream, huh? Nuh uh. Not on my watch, you little shit. You wanna act like you're such a fag? Well then you’re getting fucked like one of us too."

…

…

…

“Jesus fucking Christ, babycakes, if you don’t want him up your ass I’ll GLADLY take the heat for you.”

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Stan and Ford all pathetic and needy just for you

tags: nsfw, riding, handjob, p in v, fem!reader, praise kink, overstimulation, edging

Stanley Pines

“Fuck, please, babe,” Stan hisses, fingers digging into your hips, trying to urge you down deeper, but you just laugh softly, keeping your movements languid. You’re riding Stan’s cock like you own it. His throbbing length fills you up so deep, stretching your walls as you grind down, your wetness dripping all over him, making every movement slick, obscene, too dirty. Every time he tries to thrust up, you pull back just enough to keep him in agony. “I need to cum— let me cum, I swear, I’ll do anything!”

“Patience, Stan,” you tease in a tone full of mock sweetness. “you’re going to have to earn it.” your hips grind slow enough to tease him, feeling every twitch of his aching cock as it pulses against your soaked, tight walls. Your own voice breathless from how fucking good it feels to have him so deep inside you, hitting every spot that makes you moan too. You press your hands against his chest, feeling the way his heart pounds under your palm. 

“Fucking goddamn, sweetheart!” he can’t believe you’re doing this to him, his hips twitch under you, desperate, fucking pleading with you for more, to just let him thrust up, to let him finish inside you— fuck, to fill you up so deep and pump you full of his cum like he always did before. But you hold him there, right on the fucking edge, that delicious, trembling edge where he's all yours. "Shit, baby, don’t be like this. . . lemme cum in you, pleasee, please, I’ll fill you up, I swear. I’ll fuck you so good, just let me—“ his cock twitches inside your tight soaked pussy, he’s so close it’s painful.

But Instead, you roll your hips down, dragging it out, letting him feel how your cunt clenches around him and that move have his entire body trembling with the effort not to lose it. You ride him torturously, enough to make him whine. Yeah, whine. Stanley Pines. That tough, gruff, street-smart bastard who never takes no for an answer is reduced to this mess underneath you.

“So good for me, Stanley,” you move your hips, but this time with purpose, with a steady rhythm that builds, pulls, teases. His hands dig into your hips and he’s shaking, struggling to keep from spilling into you

“Please,” he breathes. “I— I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t hold it—!” Stan’s hands move to grip your ass, pulling you down, but you just smirk, loving how completely out of control he is.

“Hold it,” you demand and the way he whimpers in response makes you fucking drip around him. You know you’re driving him insane, but that’s the point. You ride him a bit faster now, feeling the way his cock throbs inside you and it’s almost enough to make you lose control, but you keep it steady, denying him the one thing he wants more than anything. “beg for it, Stanley, beg for it.”

“Fuuuck—“ he groans. “Babe, I’m beggin’ ya,” his voice wrecked, panting now, like he’s gonna fucking cry if you don’t let him cum. “I’m so close! c-can’t hold on much longer. You’re gonna make me explode, babe! I swear I’ll be good! just let me cum inside you, please!” you can’t help but giggle at how absolutely pathetic he is.

You lift yourself up a bit only to slowly sink back down, letting him feel how wet and warm you are and his cock twitches again, like it’s about to fucking explode. A deep, desperate gasp escaping his lips and his hips buck up into you, just once, before you push him back down, denying him again.

“Not yet, old man,” you whisper, kissing his jaw.

"Nghn, sweetie," Stan groans, his head rolling back against the pillow. "I-I can’t— you’re killin’ me here, sweetheart. your pussy feels so good, too g— gah!"

You know he’s close, awfully close, how badly he wants, needs to claim you. Stan is so desperate, his cock throbbing inside you. He’s yours, completely, utterly yours in this moment. You’ve never seen him so fucking vulnerable, so needy, so pathetic. It’s a delicious sight, the way he’s reduced to this mess, begging and whining to finish inside you and you’re the only one who can give it to him.

But you don’t. Not yet.

“You’re not gonna cum until I tell you to.” you purr, dragging your lips down his neck.

His body jerks beneath you, a low, frustrated whine escaping his throat. He’s so fucking close, he’s been close for what feels like forever and he’s surprised he can even last that long. You love this, the power, the control, the way you’ve got your lovely Stan Pines wrapped around your finger, completely at your mercy, turned this old man into pathetic, shaking and moaning mess.

"Babyy," Stan whispers, his fingers grip your hips like he’s pleading with you through touch. "I-I’m beggin’, sweetheart, I need to. . .”

You lean forward, pressing your whole body against his, you’re both hot and sweaty, then you brush your lips against his ear. “you can wait a little longer, can’t you?”

Ford Pines

Finally, you’ve got Ford right where you want him — on his back, his cock hard and slick in your hand as you pump him mercilessly, milking every last drop from him until he’s begging, sobbing for you to stop, completely helpless. You’re right beside him, taking your sweet time with him as his cock is glistening and so sensitive that even the lightest touch makes him whine, his tip wet with a mix of pre-cum and your spit, but you don’t stop.

“Fuck—! I can’t— I’m gonna cum again, please. . .” Ford whines as his hips jerk up, chasing your touch even though he’s already cum twice tonight, but you don’t stop

“You look so good like this, baby, so pathetic and desperate, just begging for me to stop, but you love it, don’t you?” your thumb grazes over the leaking tip of his cock and his body jerks, a broken moan ripping from his throat as he tries to pull away, but you hold him in place, forcing him to take it like a good boy.

“No more, darlin, I can’t—" he whines, but you know better, you know he’s still got more in him, even if his every nerve is overloaded with pleasure. And you’re gonna pull every last drop out of him until he’s completely fucking spent. His body is oversensitive, but his cock twitches in your hand, begging for more. You want to make him squirm, to ruin him until he’s crying for you to stop.

“Too much?” your voice all soft and teasing as your thumb circles the head of his cock torturously, watching the way his hips buck. “aww, but you can take it, Ford, can’t you? just a little more.” he sobs at that, his hands clutch at your arms, trying to pull you away because he’s so damn sensitive, but his cock throbs in your grip, still so needy even though he’s been wrung dry. You spit just a little onto your hand, mixing your saliva with the slickness from his previous release and you pump him a little bit faster, oh god you just can’t help yourself, his reaction is too fucking good, these moans and whines are so beautiful.

You lean down, pressing your lips to the base of his cock, your tongue sliding up the length, tasting his salty release from earlier. Ford lets out a choked whimper, his hands gripping the sheets, shaking. He’s fucking helpless.

“Ahh, ohmygodohmygod, too much, too much—!” he whines, a broken sob slipping from his lips, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "I-I can’t! I’m gonna— fuck, baby, please, no more!”

But you don’t stop. Oh, no, you’re gonna take him apart piece by piece and he’s gonna love every second of it. You lean over him, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting him and Ford lets out a pathetic desperate cry.

Your hand slick with saliva as you stroke him faster, harder, not giving him a fucking second to breathe. He can’t stop his moans, loud and shameless, voice cracking into a high-pitched whimper.

“Gosh, Ford,” you murmur, kissing his tip. “you’re gonna cum again for me, yes? gonna be a good boy for me?”

Ford can’t help himself, bucking his hips into your hand, still chasing that pleasure, even though it’s too fucking much for him to handle. He’s so sensitive, so fucking wrecked, but you know he can take it.

“I-I c-can’t… I’m gonna— fuck, I’m gonna cum, I can’t—” Ford whimpers and you can barely recognise his voice because of how whiny it sounds. His every muscle tensed and begging for release, every nerve in his body on fire and it’s delicious to watch. “Please, honey, I can’t— f-fuck, I’ll do anything, just. . . please. . .”

Your fingers grip him tighter as you start stroking him faster, harder, now watching his face contorted in painful bliss, the way he looks at you with eyes full of sweet tears and lips parted, his chest rises and falls, all overstimulated, so sensitive that he’s practically crying.

p.s guys help now i wanna write fic where they take revenge on reader :(((

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #10

synopsis: how the characters react when you, their s/o, gets hurt. 🩹

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha, reiner, bertolt, annie, levi, erwin and hange

notes: i am cooking up a storm, so watch out for that & also hit double digits!!

☆ eren jaeger

bro is INFURIATED

“WHO DID IT HUH?! ILL KILL THEM WITH MY BARE HANDS-”

oh.. you got injured in training? poor babyyy☹️

he’s super sweet and gentle with you.

if anyone tries to go near you though.. he’s super scared they’re gonna accidentally hurt you😭.

so he’s always at the edge of his seat ready to rescue you if needs be.

he gets all of your food, water, clothes, bandages etc.

then the nurses catch him doing it and have to YANK him off of you, once again.

☆ mikasa ackerman

so incredibly caring and concerned 🤍

she was the one who found you on the expedition with a broken leg

she refuses you to the hospital

lets the nurses do their jobs (thank god)

she really wants to be able to help nurse you back to health as well though..

she gives you the next best thing aka massages.

she literally comes in everyday and gives you 3 massages minimum a day

she’ll also sleep in the hospital with you most days.

☆ armin arlert

nothing less than an angel.

for however long you’re in the hospital, he’ll bring you flowers

in there for 3 weeks? new flowers every week.

in there for a week? new flowers every other day.

reads you books every night to help you sleep

sleeps there EVERY single night

always gives good morning and good night kisses

keeps you updated with what’s going on with everyone and training to make sure you don’t miss out.

makes sure to surprise you by bringing your friends there too!! it was a super sweet surprise.

when you’re sleeping, he goes around asking nurses if they need help😖.

☆ jean kirstein

UGH TERRIFIED FOR YOUUU

he has to hype himself up before going to see you in hospital because it just breaks his heart.

but being able to see you, hug you, know that you’re being taken care of makes him feel wayy better.

he’s just happy to see that you’re not too badly injured.

just a sprain from training!

he likes to draw things for you from the outside

or you guys draw together.

yk that cute game where one person draws a squiggle and the other person has to make into a drawing?

yeah, you guys do that. and it’s frickin adorbs😡

☆ connie springer

you went to do some late night training by yourself

and cornelius found you on the ground. in a lot of pain.

he rushed you to the first aid

fastest anyone has EVER seen that man run

you got cleaned up but had to take a break from training until you were better.

definitely tries to make you laugh all the time

even with your injury, he still wants to see you happy and smiling 🤍

☆ sasha braus

aw bless her cotton socks.

your injury wasn’t fatal enough to warrant a hospital stay

but the nurses said to stay home and rest up!

you had to take care of your scar

in her own time, sasha headed over to first aid to ask the nurses how to help you properly☹️.

you literally do not lift a finger!!

she does everything for you, like cleaning it up, wrapping it up etc.

and she’s really good at it and all…

☆ reiner braun

he’s like a scared little boy.

he’ll sit by your side and tell you it’s all okay

but when he’s alone.. HE GETS SO UPSET

sometimes he’ll take ‘bathroom breaks’ just to pull himself together because he hates seeing you in this state :(.

really affects his everyday life

but he hides it well.

BIGG celebrations as soon as you’re out of hospital

is literally like a servant, will get you everything and anything you want.

☆ bertolt hoover

GAH SO ANXIOUS!!

he bakes you cookies for being so brave☹️.

he stays with you all day long until the nurse finally tells him he has to go.

it breaks his heart leaving you but he gets up bright and bloody early to see you in the morning

like i’m talking the second the hospital opens up.

☆ annie leonhart

she’s not nervous,

your injury wasn’t fatal or anything.

she’ll still visit you, of course ;)

she also makes sure to tell you how brave you are

since you are scared of hospitals.

she’ll giggle at your wimpy-ness though.

like you were getting patched up and you were just like trying not to scream

and she was just standing there chuckling at you.

☆ levi ackerman

so so so scared, secretly.

he has lost one too many people

but to lose you? that would completely and utterly BREAK him.

it was a pretty gnarly injury as well…

which was rather terrifying for both you and him

but he’ll keep a cool persona around you.

if he’s unable to visit due to work, he’ll ring the hospital and asks how you are.

he’ll always make time to come see you though, no matter what!!

☆ erwin smith

he hears from his assistant that you’ve been put into hospital

he runs STRAIGHT over and makes sure to comfort you.

he’ll stay till dark when you’re asleep and pay the nurses a visit too

he asks them to take extra good care of you.

if he’s unable to see you, he makes sure to call you up every single day

or at least have SOMEONE come check on you.

☆ hange zoë

GAH!! FREAKS OUT!

hange has seen it all at this rate

but doesn’t seem to heavily affected.

they’ve never really had anyone close to them be extremely injured

they were sooo scared though :(.

it was really sad for everyone to see hange’s energy so low but

they couldn’t help it!!

all they could think about was their poor love in hospital :(.

when they’re around you though, they try to stay positive! and tells you all about their work to keep you both distracted.

[mshinemuscat]

heyy, are you comfortable writing nsfw for hiori yo?

sucking off hiori yo while he games!

warnings- hiori is aged 18+ in this fic! blowjob, whimpering, somewhat subby hiori, hiori plays valorant…

follows and reblogs are appreciated!

p.s this is just a quick ramble, it will be finished after my assignments are finished!

“a-ah! p-please.. hold on! i.. im- enemy in site b!”

you grip onto his thighs, swirling your tongue around his tip. kissing the precum off his dick, it’s sweet and sticky. hiori clenches his thighs around your head, choking you softly.

“h-gah! im! close.. place the spike p-please..!”

you watch as he bites his lip trying to keep quiet while he plays. you gently swirl your finger on his thigh, his thighs tremble the moment he feels your mouth around him again.

“bro can you stop fucking moaning into the mic??”

you can’t help but giggle, the vibrations from your laugh sending hiori into an aneurysm. hiori mutes himself, pressing his hand into your head. he bites back a moan as you suckle on his tip. his cock is basically leaking precum at this point, you grab a swipe of it. smearing it all over his thighs.

hiori grabs a handful of your hair, pushing your head back down to his cock. his teammates are yelling at him to stop throwing the game, while you have your mouth around his cock.

“m-mm.. j-just! keep going like that.. please!”

end of ramble

[jokingmisfit]

Say it Again

Beetlejuice x Reader

Warnings-daddy kink, no mention of anatomy really but he does call reader princess once, penetration, declaration of love (in the middle of sex), begging, smut with feelings ig

Notes- I want this dirty old ghost to rail me, so now he gets to rail you too. Also I wrote this on my phone right before a nap so idrc if it's bad. Love ya!

The sweat clung. The smell of sex and dirt clouded what little was left of your senses. You should've known better and now he's playing with you. To him, in this moment, you were nothing but a toy to gain pleasure from.

"Please~" You cry softly.

A growl ripped from his throat. "Say it again... C'mon baby beg for me."

"Please... Mmh! Please, daddy~" you pleaded with your head in his neck.

"Gon need more than that princess... You wanna cum again don't ya?" Beetlejuice says grinding your hips down against him.

You felt so full and you didn't want it to end, but the feeling was overwhelming and you wanted, needed, more. You needed more of him. You wanted him to never leave you empty again.

You were like an addict and he was the best damn drug you ever had. Not that he was complaining. He loved your desperation. And had you known any better you'd say he loved you.

Beetlejuice pumped slowly like he had all the time in the world, which he did. He waited patiently for you to do what you're told even though that patience was wearing thin.

"Please, daddy please," You chant like a montra.

He laughs at you. A sadistic laugh as he flips you onto the busted sofa. Striped arms placed by your head.

You feel like you're losing your mind when he draws up your leg and pulls it over his shoulder.

"Gah, fuck! I love you!' You shout in bliss.

You hadn't realized what you said Beetlejuice sure did.

He thrusted deeper into you. Something you didn't think was possible. He left bites and hickeys over your chest and neck.

"Say it again." He commands. "Say it again 'n I'll let you cum." He says breathlessly.

"I love you." You moan as he hits your spot. "God I love you so much!"

He's beating into you and the moment you feel the hot liquid fill you up you're pushed over the edge. Coming down from your high you cling to the demon and wallow in the mildewy scent of his suit.

Once you calm down a bit you go to move only for the ghost to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder.

"Didn't think you were gettin away that easily after that kinda declaration did ya babes?" He grins wickedly and drags you to the bedroom.

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober #13

13. Pregnancy // Aftercare // Roleplay (Wade Wilson x Reader)

“Mr Wilson? I’m ready to see you now.”

You don’t know how he talked you into this. It’s so porno-trope ridiculous. But here you are, dressed in the tight latex of a naughty nurse’s uniform, eyes wide and lips pouted as you lean on your wooden doorframe pretending it’s the entrance to an examination room.

To be fair Wade looks ecstatic. He puts down the copy of Men’s Health he’s been reading onto the coffee table - did he buy a load of magazines for this roleplay? - and stands up. From the moment he laid eyes on you all laced up in costume, he’s been rocking a semi.

It’s kinda flattering that after all this time together you can still have such an effect.

He follows you into the room and hops on the bed, affecting the posture of a sick man, cupping his groin like he’s sprained himself. You suppress an eye roll and take a seat in the ‘cuck chair’ (Wade’s name, not yours).

“What seems to be the problem, Mr Wilson?”

“Well nurse, it’s kinda embarrassing…”

Oh, okay, you’re doing a little bit of humiliation too. You can roll with that.

“I’m a medical professional Mr Wilson, please, it won’t be anything I haven’t heard before.”

He sighs long and hard before looking at you dead in the eyes.

“My penis is broken, nurse.”

You have to bite back a laugh and force yourself to stay in character. 

“Your penis… is broken.”

“I know, it’s terrible. Feels like my manhood has been ripped from me, and not even in a literal sense so I could grow a new one. It’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to anyone… I just can’t get hard any more, nurse. I don’t know what to do.”

You go to grab the box of latex gloves the two of you invested in for wound-cleaning and make a show of snapping one on in front of him, before the other accidentally falls to the floor.

“Oops! Aren’t I clumsy…” you sigh, bending over at the waist so the uniform rides up and he can see you’re not wearing any panties. You think you hear him whisper a prayer to an avocado but you can’t be sure. “Anyway, I’ll need to do an examination, Mr Wilson. Can you remove your sweatpants? Underwear too, please.”

He’s never obeyed a command so quickly. It’s kinda cute. When stripped you can tell he’s definitely half-hard, cock bobbing in interest when you inspect him.

“Well it seems like you’re responding pretty well so far… let me try a digital examination…”

You wrap your fingers around him and begin to pump, smiling to yourself as he hardens in your hand. Wade throws his head back and bites his lip, a very pretty sight, breathing laboured and ragged.

“How is this, Mr Wilson?”

“Pre…pretty good, nurse. Seems like you have magic hands. Think I’m not quite cured yet though…”

“Oh, that’s alright, I have an oral technique which helps in cases like these.”

You swallow him down to the hilt with one motion and Wade almost has to stab himself with baby knife so he doesn’t come in your mouth right there and then. Fixing him with a wicked look you start bobbing up and down his length, getting him covered in your spit in just the way he likes. His hand snakes round to the back of your head desperately.

“Nurse - gah - is it against your hippocratic oath if I ask you to bite me, or are we all systems go there?”

Coming off of his dick with a wet pop you go for his thigh teeth-first, sinking them into where the flesh of his leg circles to his asscheek. That’s enough. Wade chokes and comes all over your uniform, and you’re glad the latex is easily wiped clean.

As he falls back in the bed you scribble something on a piece of paper and tuck it in the pocket of his sweatpants. Wade looks up at you from the mattress.

“What’s that?”

“Prescription for a round of cowgirl, to be administered later this evening.”

He lights up like the Fourth of July. 

[harringtonstilinski]

Armageddon It - Eddie Munson (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 6,537 Warnings: fluff, squint super hard for angst, mentions of a jealous chrissy, Requested: no | yes; i'm gonna say yes on this. it's really a challenge i'm doing with @stevesxyellowxsweater! Smut (Minors DNI): no | yes, 18+; oral (f receiving), protected m+f, let me know if i missed anything A/N: Hi, friends! After about 4 or so months of writing, SHE'S FINALLY HERE!! Also, The Upside Down doesn't exist in this, bye! If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

eddie munson masterlist

eddie munson playlist

“Edward Wayne!!”

A smirk crossed your friend's face, his eyes never leaving the neck of his Sweetheart, his guitar. “Yes?”

Your body stood in the doorway of his room, a boisterous laughter coming from the living room. “You’re in fucking trouble.”

“Why is Wayne laughing?” He won’t lie, it was nice hearing his uncle laughing like he was. Eddie hadn’t heard him laugh like that in a long time.

“Because you’re in fucking trouble.”

Chuckling, he set his guitar down. “Okay, sweets. What’s up?”

“Can you please tell me why the hell everyone at that godforsaken video store has asked me about your hips?” Crossing your arms, you gave him the most seriously stern face you could muster, leaning your weight on one of your legs, an eyebrow raised.

Wayne laughed harder, which made Eddie cackle, his head thrown back. “And how were my hips?”

“Eddie!” you chastised. “What the fuck?” Holding your arms out to the side, you scoffed. “Do you realize what people are insinuating?”

“That we’ve had sex?”

“Hey now!” Wayne said. “Let’s not talk like that.” You heard a small squeak before the front door opened. “I’ll sit on the porch if you wanna have that talk.” He chuckled on his way out.

Sitting on his bed with your back facing Eddie, you sighed and dropped your head into your hands. “Eddie! We can’t have people thinking we’re fucking. It’s not right.”

A sort of sad look crossed Eddie’s features, his eyes casting downward, looking at a random spot on the back of your shirt. “I’m sorry, sweets.”

Sighing again, you removed your hands, turning to bring your leg up on the bed, bending it at the knee. Looking at Eddie with a somber look, you took his features. Bringing up a hand, you cupped his cheek, his eyes casting up to look into yours. “It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting it. It literally took me by surprise.”

“Just so you know,” Eddie said, seriousness in his eyes. “I didn’t start that rumor. It had to have been someone else.”

Thinking it over for a moment, you wracked your brain about who could’ve started the rumor, coming to the conclusion with a sigh, dropping your hand to a hard but soft surface as you closed your eyes. “Fucking Cunningham.”

“Chrissy started that rumor?”

Standing from his bed, you started pacing the length of the mattress, hands in your hair. “Jealous fucking ex is what she is. God, I can’t stand her. We’ve been out of school for, what? Two years?”

“You’ve been out for two, I’ve been out for one.”

“Whatever! Gah- I can’t believe she’d want to spread a rumor like that! Who does she think she is?! Miss fucking Priss, is what she is!” You were ranting so fast and almost way too loud that you didn’t notice Eddie standing in front of you until you felt hands on your shoulders, stopping your pacing.

“Hey. Sweets. Calm down. She’s just jealous. She broke up with me because I was apparently spending more time with you than her, remember?” Eddie said, bringing up his hand to brush some hair behind your ear. “No need to freak out.”

“I’m trying,” you sighed. “It’s just hard because I’ve done nothing to her and she’s just… her.”

“Jealous.”

“Hey, kids!” Wayne called out. “You two hungry? It’s almost dinner time.”

Looking off to the side, you thought about it for a moment, realizing that you haven’t eaten in a while. “Yeah, I could eat.” You looked at Eddie, shrugging before turning to walk back down the hallway to the kitchen where Wayne was now standing. “What’cha cooking up, Wayne?”

“Oh, I was thinking of either some burgers or some tacos,” Wayne answered, looking into the refrigerator.

Lightly gasping, your eyes went wide. “Can I help make whatever? I mean, I can actually make whichever one for you.”

“Oh, darlin-”

“Nope,” you said, stepping up to him, placing a hand on his back. “You do a lot for Eddie.”

Wayne grabbed the pack of ground meat from the fridge, placing it on the counter. “You too, darlin’. Don’t forget that.”

“When I’m here. Let me help. Please? You can kick your feet up, watch some tv, drink a beer or two. Just relax, Wayne, please. For me?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, bottom lip poking out.

The older Munson man just chuckled, reopening the fridge to grab a beer, tilting it at you with that Munson smirk. “You got it. Make whichever one you want. I’m good with either one of them.” Smiling, you said, “Okay,” as your eyes watched him walk to his chair, kicking the foot rest up and deeply sighing. “Eddie!”

“Yes?”

Jumping at how close his voice was, you turned to face him, hand up at your sternum. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry,” he quietly laughed. “What’s up, sweets?”

“Hamburgers or tacos?” Not waiting for him to answer, you turned on your heel to the cabinet where you knew the spices were kept, humming when you didn’t see any taco seasoning. “Shit. We need taco seasoning.”

“I was gonna say hamburgers, but tacos works, too,” Eddie said, Wayne holding up his beer to add, “I was gonna say the same thing!”

Grabbing your keys from the small kitchen table, you sighed, “You Munson men. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll go with you. Wayne, care if I go with her?”

“Nope. Just don’t get into trouble,” Wayne replied, eyes glued to the tv that was already on when you had arrived.

“Awesome,” Eddie smiled, turning his head to watch your retreating form move to your car. “Thanks, Wayne.” He quickly walked out of the trailer, calling out your name, your head turning at the sound of his voice. “Let’s take the van. I feel like a giant in your tiny ass car.”

Shaking your head, you snickered, moving around both your car and his van to reach the passenger side door, finding it already open for you, Eddie standing there with his hand out to help you in.

“M’lady.”

“You’re such a dork,” you softly laughed. Once he closed the door and moved around the vehicle, you buckled yourself in, looking at his collection of metal tapes lying everywhere on the van’s floor. When you found one you knew he bought for you, you picked it up and held it up.

“I’m not listening to Pyromania again.”

“It’s not that one. It is Def Leppard, though.”

Eddie sighed, taking the tape from your hand to read the title of the album, looking at you with small distaste. 

“Oh, come on! It has like three of my favorite songs on it!”

“Name them,” he said, turning the case over to look at the track listing on the back.

“Love Bites, Hysteria, and Pour Some Sugar On Me.”

He looked at you for a moment before sighing, “Fuck,” and putting the tape in after ejecting the Dio album he was listening to. Once the songs started to play and you were happy, he backed out of the small front yard to the small bit of road the trailer park provided to drive toward town. “So, I was thinking about something.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Shut up,” he chuckled. “About this rumor. Maybe we should… I don’t know, put it to bed and make it true?”

If you were drinking something, you’d for sure either choke on it or spit it out all over your part of the dashboard. “What?”

“Let’s do it! Let’s make the rumor true.”

“Well, damn, Munson, now every time we hang out, I’m gonna anticipate it.”

“Good,” he said, smirking to himself. He pulled into the parking lot of the local grocery store, the both of you getting out and walking side by side into the store.

As you walked through the aisles, you picked up what you thought you’d need for your meal; taco shells, sour cream, tomatoes to dice up, green onion to chop for garnish and cheese. Once everything was in your arms, you both dropped them onto the conveyor belt at the checkout counter to pay.

Eddie insisted on paying for everything with his ‘business money’, but you told you got it and for him to not worry about it, that it was your treat. When you paid and got your paper bags from the cashier, you both loaded back up in the van and drove back to the Munson trailer.

“Wayne! We’re… back,” you said, looking at Wayne’s sleeping form. You felt Eddie’s chest crash into your back, a hand on your shoulder.

“Sweets, wha–” Eddie started.

“Shut up, Wayne fell asleep.”

Eddie looked at his uncle, seeing that he was indeed sleeping. He walked into the kitchen as quietly as he could, setting the bags down on the counter to take the items out of the bag. Just as you set the bag from your hands on the counter, Eddie had turned toward the fridge, taking the pack of protein from its spot on the cold shelf to set it on the counter.

“If you’re gonna be in here with me while I cook, I need your hair up and out of your face,” you said, taking half of your own hair to secure it with a hair tie you always had on your wrist. After tightening the hair tie, you gave Eddie a stern look as he perched himself onto the counter.

“Alright. Do you have an extra hair tie?” he asked, lacing his fingers together to rest them in between his knees.

“Eddie, you have a million floating around here.”

“Yeah, but none of them are yours.” He gave you a cheeky grin with a wink.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, turning on your heel to walk into the shared bathroom. Right there on the counter was the hair tie you had left a couple of days prior. Sighing exasperatedly, you grabbed it and exited the bathroom, only to be met with Eddie’s hair being tied into a low bun at the nape of his neck, the younger Munson man moving around the stove. “Wha– I was gonna do that!”

“Quiet, love,” he murmured. “Don’t wanna wake Wayne up.” At the mention of his uncle, you both heard a small snore coming from the living room, quiet snickers coming from both of you once you looked at each other.

“Okay,” you said, quietly. “We need to try and be quiet. Which is gonna be… a challenge considering that when you cook ground meat– Eddie!”

As you were trying to explain to him about being quiet, he went ahead and started cooking, the sizzle from the meat growing louder with every passing second.

“It’s okay, sweets. I do this all the time. He’ll wake up when one of two things happen; I wake him up by simply saying it’s ready, or he’ll wake up on his own accord when the noises die out.”

“So, you’ve done this before?” you asked, generously curious.

Eddie looked at you, his eyes softer than what you’ve ever seen. “Every night.”

“Wow,” you whispered. “I never knew that.”

“You always dip out before when I ask about you staying.”

Following your instincts, you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle, your cheek pressed to his back. “That’s amazing of you, Eds. But I like this side of you.”

He turned his head over his shoulder, letting you know that he was still engaged in the conversation. “What side?”

“Domestic,” you replied, slightly smiling. “Super kind, even though I knew that. Always thinking of others, putting them before yourself.”

“And how do you figure that last one?”

“Putting others before yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“You just… put their needs before your own. I can’t describe it. You’re just… not what people say you are.”

“A freak?”

“Well,” you said, moving to stand beside him, your arms still around his waist as his own arm went around your shoulders. “You are a freak, but… they say you’re mean and scary, but you’re just… not. You’re kind and thoughtful. You’re always willing to help those who need it, even if other people can’t see that. You have an amazing heart. You’re helping Wayne out with money, even if I don’t totally agree with it.”

Eddie snickered, neither of you realizing that your soft voices roused Wayne from his small sleep, the man unmoving as he listened in. “Yeah, well, I’ve had help in that department.”

“No, no. You’ve always done that, even before I came along.”

Hugging you tighter to his side, he slightly smiled at you, looking into your beautiful eyes that he always got lost in. “You’ve made me want to be a better person.”

You smiled and looked at the cooking meat in the pan, taking the spatula from his hand, breaking the meat up a little more while flipping and stirring it to make sure all the pink was gone from it. “Tell me more, Eds. This soft side of you is one of my favorite sides you show.”

“What’s the other?” He was more than curious about this turn of conversation.

“Your Dungeon Master side.” You reluctantly removed yourself from his hold to grab the strainer from the lower cabinet, placing it inside the sink before taking the pan from the stove to pour the meat into it. Waiting just a couple of minutes before putting it back into the pan, you gathered the other ingredients for the meal, mixing the seasoning packet with the amount of water it needed.

Eddie leaned against the corner of the counter, crossing his arms, watching you work this time. “You like it when I play Dungeon Master?”

Nodding in response, you placed the meat and seasoning mixture back into the pan, the sizzle sounding through the trailer once more. “Yup. That’s part of your element and I love seeing that. I love seeing–”

“Go to Benny’s with me.”

Looking at him with furrowed brows, you were utterly confused. “Now? Eddie, we’re cook–”

“No, no, not tonight,” he said, shaking his hands. “Saturday. Let me take you–”

“On a date?” you asked, your eyebrows shooting into your hairline. “You wanna take me on a date?”

“Yeah, why not? Let’s start putting that rumor to bed on Saturday.”

Thinking about what he said previously about putting the rumor to bed, your brows softened, a mischievous smile crossing your lips. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

The both of you finished cooking the tacos, as well as cutting the toppings up in sync with each other. It amazed you how well you both danced around each other, almost as if you choreographed it yourself.

Once it was done, you told Wayne it was time to chow down, which he gladly but slowly got up from his chair to sit at the table with Eddie. You opted to perch yourself up on the counter that was closest to the table, being able to engage in their conversation, laughing when they said or did something that you thought was hilarious.

When the three of you were finished eating with absolutely no food left over, you told the Munson men to sit back and relax so that you could clean up, which wasn’t much. Eddie tried to help you dry the dishes, but you just smacked his hand away, telling him to sit his ass down.

Eddie had grabbed himself a beer, as well as another one for Wayne, handing it to him before going into his room, laying down on his bed, his back resting against the wall behind him, watching as you walked in.

Trying to figure out where to sit, you looked around his room, seeing it was a little askew.

“Don’t you think about it,” he said. “It’s organized chaos.”

“But can you find the heavy stuff?” you asked, raising a brow at his silence. “That’s what I thought.” You busied yourself by tidying his room, putting his dirty laundry in a pile to be washed, folding the clean clothes and putting them in his drawers… after folding them up. “Am I gonna have to come over once a week and tidy up for you?”

Eddie chuckled, setting his beer down on the table beside his bed, the contents almost gone before he moved to the edge of his mattress, mimicking your position from earlier. “Come here,” he quietly said, holding a hand out for you.

Taking it, you couldn’t help but feel the sparks shoot through your arm, but you elected to ignore them as he guided you to sit in from him. 

“I just wanted to say thanks,” he said, softly. “For helping make dinner, cleaning up the dishes as well as my room.” He chuckled at his own statement, your own chuckle mingling with his. “You’re really the best person I could’ve ever asked to be a friend.”

“A best friend?” you asked, smiling wide with your brows raised.

“Yeah,” he lightly laughed. “A best friend.”

After that conversation, you and Eddie cuddled on his bed, something you always did after you stayed for dinner, the two of you talking about anything and everything for a couple of hours. At the sound of the shower running, you sighed. 

“I guess that’s my cue,” you whispered, subconsciously drawing random circles on his shirt.

Eddie held you tighter, groaning in protest. “Noooooooooo! Don’t go.”

Laughing, you balled his shirt in your fist, your cheek squishing on his clothed chest.  “I have to! I have to work in the morning.”

“Tell everyone that comes in tomorrow that you're putting the rumor to bed.”

You chuckled a little, trying your best to sit up. “Will do, boss.”

It was Eddie’s turn to reluctantly let you go, the both of you sitting up and getting off the bed. Like a true gentleman, he walked you out of the trailer and to your car. “Thanks for staying for dinner, sweets.”

“I enjoyed it,” you replied, looking at him with a soft smile. You could feel the tension between the two of you, wanting to just plant your lips on his, but knowing you couldn’t. “Well, I, uhh, I guess I should go.”

Eddie groaned in protest, making you giggle.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow after my shift for a little while like always.”

“It’s like you live here.”

“I might as well. We all know that my home life isn’t what I enjoy.” 

You grew up like your other best friend, Steve Harrington. Rich parents, big house, always by yourself. On those days or weeks that your parents were off with Steve’s, you’d both switch off between staying at each other’s houses.

Just like with Steve and Robin, you and him were strictly platonic, if not just as platonic as they were. You liked the relationship you and Steve held. No expectations held between the two of you, other than… being best friends.

“I know, sweets,” Eddie whispered, bringing a hand up to your cheek, holding it in his palm. “Call me and let me know you made it home safe?”

“Eddie–”

“Wayne’ll be fine,” he interrupted. “He’s working nights at the moment, remember?”

Closing your eyes with a squint, you remembered what his shifts were like; a few weeks on day shift, a few weeks on night shift. You felt bad for Wayne’s sleep schedule, the man getting sleep where he could.

As if he sensed his name being mentioned, Wayne walked out of the trailer, lunchbox in hand. “Well, kids, looks like I’m heading off for the night. You two stay out of trouble.”

“Eddie? Getting into trouble? Never,” you joked.

All Eddie could do was give you a deadpan expression. “Oh, ha ha ha. Very funny.” He looked at his uncle, softness in his eyes. “Don’t worry, Wayne. I’ll be fine.”

“Same words, different day,” the older Munson chuckled. “I’ll see ya in the morning, boy.”

Eddie just smiled and patted his uncle on the shoulder, watching as he got into his rundown car and drove off to work. He was always worried about his uncle and that shitbox he drove, but at least it got him from Point A to Point B. Sighing, Eddie looked back down at you, seeing the somber look on your face.

“He’s gonna be okay,” you softly said. “He’ll get there fine.”

“I know,” he sighed, again, wrapping his arms around you. “I just worry.”

Releasing a deep breath as you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed your face into his chest, you responded, “It’s okay to worry, Eds,” before moving your head to the side, your cheek pressing where your nose just was. “But you’re gonna worry yourself to death. He’s a grown man, he can take care of himself.”

Perching your chin on his sternum, you looked up at him as he looked down at you. “I know. Thanks.”

“For what?”

“Being here for us. He’s not very good with words, but I know he appreciates it.”

“Who knows, maybe one day I’ll move in and cook dinner for you two all the time, and make sure your laundry is kept up.” You were joking, but something in Eddie’s mind told him that didn’t sound like a bad idea. “Listen, I would love to stay and keep you company, but unfortunately, my parents are home for the next few days. They’d be pissed if I wasn’t home to greet them.”

Eddie raised a brow at you. “Can I level with you?”

“Sure.”

“They wouldn’t be pissed, and I think… you’re just telling yourself that… to try and make yourself feel better.”

He had a good point. Steve had said the same thing about his own parents at one point when you all were at a party together.

“Okay, fine,” you groaned. “I really don’t wanna go home.”

“Then don’t. Come back inside. Let’s put–”

“I swear, if you say let’s put the rumor to bed one more time, I’m gonna pluck every single strand of hair from your hair.”

Eddie chuckled, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “I was gonna say, rude ass, let’s put on a movie… and if we happen to put the rumor to bed, we put the rumor to bed.”

“Edward Wayne, you might just be a genius,” you smiled. You couldn’t deny that you had a small crush on him. I mean, who wouldn’t! Everyone in town sees him as a freak, but to you… he’s just Eddie. Sweet, fun-loving, guitar playing Eddie who adores his uncle and Hellfire friends more than anything.

You were already feeling a little tired, so agreeing to Eddie’s offer of watching a movie seemed like the next best thing. As you walked back into the trailer, you set your stuff back down on the small kitchen table before walking to the couch, plopping yourself down while releasing a deep breath before yawning, “What did you want to watch?”

“None of that rom-com shit you like to watch,” he chuckled.

“Well, none of that horror shit you like to watch,” you retorted, smiling at the end to show him that you were joking.

He chuckled, sitting down next to you after he popped a movie into the player, the remote in his hand. Putting his arm around the back of the couch, he smirked, the trailers playing on the screen, the brightness of the screen lighting up his features.

Looking from him back to the tv, you groaned, a small bit of fear crossing your features. “Eddie. I hate this movie. Why would you pick this movie?”

“What’s wrong with this movie?” he asked, tapping his heels on the floor, his legs having been spread since he sat down.

“It’s fucking creepy!” you whined. “And I feel bad for the little piggie!”

“Well, I, for one, like the Horned King.”

“Of course you would. The Black Cauldron is right up your freaking alley.” Crossing your arms, you scrunch your brows, wallowing in your discomfort causing Eddie to lightly chuckle to himself.

Not ten minutes into the film, and you were burying your face into Eddie’s shoulder, your hands up by your cheek. “Oh, fuck!” you exclaimed. This made Eddie chuckle, his arm wrapping around your shoulders, making your face go from his shoulder to his chest, your eyes peeking out from between your fingers. 

“Turn it off, turn it off,” you whimpered as the Horned King spoke on screen.

“How I’ve thirsted to be a god,” the Horned King said.

“You’re fucking creepy as shit, man! You’re no god! You’re just a devil with horns!”

Laughing, Eddie tightened his grip on your shoulders. “That’s the point, babe.” He didn’t mean to use the nickname, it just slipped out. Not that it didn’t feel good rolling off of his tongue.

You looked at him, the movie long forgotten in your mind as you looked at his profile. Bringing your hand up to cup his cheek, you moved his head to cast his eyes down at you, which he did after seeing the screen from the corner of his eyes. “Call me that again,” you whispered.

“What? Babe?” he asked just as quietly.

Nodding, you sat up a little straighter. “I think I’d rather put that rumor to bed now.”

“It’s like you read my mind, sweets.” Without missing a beat, Eddie leaned his head down just as you were sitting up a little more, your lips connecting in a searing kiss that had fireworks and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

The kiss was everything you had dreamed it would be as you moved to straddle his hips, your hands cupping his cheeks as Eddie’s hands went to your hips. Capturing his bottom lip between yours, you let out  a soft breath before pulling back.

At the same time you moved your hands to his neck, Eddie’s hands moved from your hips to your cheeks, his big palms cupping your face as your foreheads pressed together. “Damn, sweets,” Eddie breathed. “You know how long I’ve been thinking about that?”

“Forever?” you asked, softly. Lightly rubbing your thumbs on his neck, you pulled back just a little to look into his chocolate brown eyes. “Because I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.”

“Dreaming about what?”

Well, you can’t turn back now as you decided to just lay it all out on the table. “About you being slotted between my legs, your cock buried so deep inside of me that I could cum just from that alone. I’ve dreamt about your face between my thighs–” 

You felt yourself being lifted from the couch, your legs going around Eddie’s waist as the man in question walked towards his bedroom, making sure the door was locked beforehand as you continued, “- as your tongue and fingers work on my wet, aching core to the point where I have push your face away from how sensitive you made me.”

Eddie groaned as he kicked his bedroom door shut, laying you down on the bed to hover over you. “Keep going, princess.”

“I’ve dreamt of you fucking me from behind, me riding you, us laying on our sides facing each other, you buried to the hilt inside of me. Even me laying on my stomach with you hovering over me, making me feel so fucking good.”

“Shit,” Eddie whispered, working on the buttons of your jeans while his lips worked on your neck.

Quietly gasping at the feeling of his hand working its way down the front of your jeans, you kept up with your words. “I’ve dreamt about making you feel good, Eddie. My mouth around your tip, hollowing my cheeks as I take all that I can into my mouth, wrapping my hand around what I can’t fit - shit.”

Your words were cut off by the feel of Eddie’s finger sliding through your already wet folds, teasing your entrance. “So wet for me,” he muttered against your neck. “You always this wet when you think about me, princess?”

Moaning, you answered, “Yes. Always.” Burying your head into the mattress beneath your head, you moaned again, feeling a rush of pleasure surging through you at the feel of his slender digit finally making contact with your aching bud. Needing something to hold on to for the moment, you reached your hand up, lightly grasping Eddie’s curly brown tendrils. 

“Eddie,” you breathed. “Need you.”

“Need me where, princess?”

“Mouth. Core. Now.”

A light chuckle sounded from Eddie before a sad whimper through the air from you at the removal of his touch. Before you could protest, he placed a kiss to your lips, working on the button and zipper of your jeans. “Oh, don’t worry, princess. I’m getting there.”

Feeling his body being removed from your own, you looked at him, a pout on your lips as he sat up straight, taking your jeans with him. Eddie looked at you, a smirk on his face. “Don’t worry, m’lady. I’m getting there.”

A sigh fell from your lips as you watched him remove your panties from your hips, dropping them to the floor with your jeans with a soft thud. Gliding his hands up your calves to your knees, you closed your eyes, softly moaning with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

The next sensation had you gasping and looking down, seeing nothing but the top of Eddie’s glorious hair as he started his feast on your core. “Fuck, Eddie,” you whispered.

He leaned back just a tad to look up at you as he worked his magical tongue over your sensitive bud. Pulling off of your core for just a second, he brought his fingers to where his mouth was, softly working his fingers over your core to continue the sensation his tongue had brought. “You like that, babe?”

Nodding, you hummed your agreement, bringing a hand to his hair to thread your fingers through them softly. “Yes,” you whispered. 

Eddie leaned his head against your inner thigh, smiling up at you softly as he inserted one finger into your entrance. “Ready for your fantasy to be brought to life?”

“Fuck yes, Eddie, please,” you groaned before he chuckled. 

Without saying another word, he brought his mouth down on your clit, gently sucking on the bud as he worked his finger in and out of you at a delicious pace. Halting his sucking for just a moment, he watched himself as he brought another finger to your entrance, inserting that finger into you as well, your moans like music to his ears.

No words were exchanged as he worked his fingers in and out of your core and his tongue and mouth on your clit, groans coming from both of you; your groans and moans of pleasure, his groans at your sounds.

“Fuck, Eddie, I’m gonna cum,” you said, using your free hand to grab at his pillow. He saw that and didn’t like it, so instead, he adjusted himself before reaching for your hand that was on his head and laced your fingers with his as you brought your free hand down to his head.

Your breaths quickened as Eddie worked his absolute magic, working you to your release. With your head digging into the pillows, you let out a loud moan as your climax hit. While it felt glorious, you wanted to see Eddie’s face and the smug grin that you were sure he was wearing.

When you looked down, you smiled and chuckled, seeing that exact look on his face. “Enjoy that, babe?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled. “I think you’ve got me tongue drunk.”

Chuckling, he placed a kiss to the top of your clit before moving his lips back up your body, taking your shirt with him. As he brought it up over your head, Eddie lifted your arms, holding your wrists in place as he looked down at your breasts, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra.

“Take it off,” you whispered, watching him push it up to reveal your skin to him, his eyes having landed on your perky nipples. Before you could say or even think of any other words to say, a moan escaped your throat, your head digging back into the pillows at the feeling of Eddie’s mouth around your nipple. “Eddie!”

With a soft pop, he released your perky bud, looking you dead in the eyes. “How do you want me?” he asked, reaching towards his jeans button and zipper, the latter sounding as he unzipped his pants, pushing them down his legs the best he could.

“Inside. Now. I can’t wait any longer. I need you, Eds.”

“Shit, babe,” he muttered, standing to rid himself of his clothes and to retrieve a condom. He started to climb back up his bed to hover over you at the same time you rid yourself of your shirt. Lining himself up after rolling the condom down his shaft, he looked at you. “Ready?”

“More than ready.”

He nodded slightly, looking back down at your entrance to guide himself to your aching core. As soon as the tip of his cock touched your pussy, it was game over. You both moaned at the feeling of him inserting himself.

You gasped and looked down at where the two of you were connected as soon as he buried to the hilt as he groaned in pure pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he muttered. “I’m not even sure I’ll last that long.”

“I don’t care if you last the next four milliseconds,” you said. “I love the way you feel me up.”

With that, Eddie slowly pulled out before all but slamming back into you before doing it again… and again and again and again and again causing you to be a writhing mess under him. Eddie did all he could to hold himself above you, his arm muscles growing the tiniest bit weak.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel so good, I might cum in the next three pumps.”

“Fuuu–” Your words were cut off with a small yelp at Eddie’s fingers rubbing your clit, your walls starting to flutter around him. “Eddie, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop!”

And he didn’t. He didn’t stop rubbing at your clit until you came around his cock, and he in the condom. Eddie didn’t move for a good minute or two, panting above you. “Shit, babe.”

When he pulled out to dispose of the condom, the both of you hissed, your core feeling like he fucked you absolutely raw. “Don’t move,” Eddie whispered. “I’ll be right back.”

Nodding, you watched as his form retreated from the room, calling out Wayne’s name just to be sure he didn’t come back home early. When neither of you heard his voice, Eddie looked at you and gave you a curt nod before exiting his bedroom, a small laugh playing on your lips.

As you heard the water in the bathroom running, you sighed and closed your eyes, content with how things were playing when an overwhelming thought crossed your mind; what did this mean for the two of you? Were you two together; like boyfriend and girlfriend, or were you two just now friends with benefits?

Those thoughts scared you, as did Eddie when he came into the room, a warm wash cloth in hand. “Spread ‘em,” he said, softly. You did as he asked, gasping at the feeling of him cleaning you up.

Once the cloth was discarded, he crawled up the bed to lay beside you with a smile on his face, but when he looked at the expression on your face, his smile immediately died. “babe, what’s wrong?”

“Just–” you sighed. “What are we now?” Looking at him, you couldn’t help but feel bad at bringing this up right after he fucked you into oblivion. “I just– I wanna be with you, Eddie, but that stupid, annoying voice in the back of my head is saying that you don’t want to be with me, too, which I know wouldn’t be the case if you just fucked me like a damn god.”

Eddie chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “babe, I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” Cupping your cheek, he continued his words. “When I saw you, I said to myself, ‘damn, I want this girl. She’s perfect, even with her nose stuck in a book.’”

Laughing, you covered his hand with yours, looking into his eyes with all the adoration in the world. “You still want me even though I still have my nose books?”

With a soft smile, he replied, “Always.”

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As you walked into Family Video with Eddie a few weeks later, you spotted Chrissy in the rom-com section of the store, her head tilting up from looking at the second shelf. When her eyes locked with yours, she rolled hers and looked back down for a moment before casting her eyes upward, looking at you and Eddie once more.

Eddie saw this and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple before walking over to the horror section, which just so happened to be right behind the rom-com section.

As Chrissy turned to look at the shelves behind her, what she saw made her let out a deep, annoyed breath; you and Eddie were locking lips, not in a high school makeout session, but more of a sweet kiss.

The two of you only broke apart once you heard a throat being cleared. “Can you two please move this somewhere else?” Robin whispered. “You’re going to scare away our customers.”

“Remember that rumor from a few weeks ago about Eddie and I hooking up?” you asked, to which Robin nodded. “Well, Chrissy started that rumor, so Eddie and I put it to bed and… well, now we’re together!”

“Nice, but please, keep it to a minimum,” she asked, turning to walk back to the front counter.

Smiling, you shook your head and turned to look at the selection of tapes in front of you.

“Listen, I know horror isn’t your thing, but I brought you over here to just kiss you in front of Chrissy,” Eddie said, softly.

“So, does this mean I get to go look at comedies now?” you asked, looking up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face. 

Chuckling, he said, “Sure thing, babe.”

Walking away, you groaned, “God, I love it when you call me that.”

As Eddie walked behind you to the comedy section, he started humming one of your newest favorites songs off of Def Leppard’s Hysteria album. “Gimme all of you lovin’, Gimme all that you got, Ev’ry bit of you lovin’, Never want it to stop, Yeah but are you gettin’ it? Armageddon it! Ooh, really gettin’ it? Yes, Armageddon it!”

Hearing Eddie humming that song had you bursting out in laughter, head tilted back. The second, third, and even fourth time the two of you had rolled around in the sheets, that particular song played. Every. Single. Time.

So, Eddie being Eddie, hummed or sang it every time he wanted take in that particular activity, and you would always respond with a lyric from the song, just like you did now.

“Yes, Armageddon it!”

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Posted on August 23, 2024

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Recently I been thinking about romantic sensual sex with Johnny but it lasts like the whole night. Different positions, cuddles, cream pies UGHHHHHHHH I WANT THIS MANNB 😭😭😩😩😩

How About Now? J.suh

GENRE: friends with benefits, fluff, smut, slight angst!

WARNINGS: body shaming, accusations, harassment, name-calling (sexually and abusively), crying, flirting, kissing, protected and unprotected sex, creampie, anal, doggy style, spooning, missionary, riding, backwards cowgirl, breast play, oral sex (both F and M receiving), and cum-eating!

it’s five in the morning, you leave for work in five hours.

you can’t sleep, especially with your close friends dick balls deep in your cunt.

tonight was not planned, johnny your FWB wasn’t supposed to be over, but he was so needy and impatient.

without asking, he sneaks over and climbs up the balcony, knocking on your door and watching as you sit up in a hurry.

“he did not!” johnny could hear your whisper on the other side as you climb out of bed and unlock the doors for him.

the man explains that he couldn’t wait until friday to see you which explains why you’re folded in half with your knees to your chest and with johnny pounding his cock in you.

“j—johnny, ‘s getting k—kinda hard to breathe.” you gasp out quietly. “just a little longer, baby. i’m almost there, alright?”

you shut your eyes and bite your lip, ignoring the tightening in your chest and focusing on his tip kissing your g-spot with passion and quickness.

a whimper slips from your throat and blends in with the creaks coming from the springs of your old bed.

you re-open your eyes and look up at johnnys when he slows his pace. “w—what, w—why?” johnny sits up a bit but barely moves an inch. “let’s keep it down, alright, baby?”

before you can protest about his hypocritical saying, he picks up his pace, again causing you to fall silent.

your nails dig into johnnys biceps as your orgasm sneaks closer. johnnys thrusts become sloppy— both from the condom and his climax reaching.

“‘m so close, baby.” johnny growls as he rests his forehead on yours. “cum with me, please?” johnny whines, “when you’re asking like that? no way am i passing on that, baby.”

within seconds, you reach your orgasm with johnny. johnny bites hard on his bottom lip and swears he tastes the slightest hint of blood.

“gah— fuck!” johnny tries to ignore the overwhelming feeling of your walls tightening around his dick. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” johnny sighs and uses the rest of his energy to push himself back so that he’s sitting in his heels.

you whine and sit up when feeling the sudden emptiness. “again, again, please?” johnny frowns and reaches forward, cupping your left cheek with his right hand and rubbing your cheekbone. “i’d love to, baby. but, i gotta get’cha cleaned up and then you have to go to sleep for work.”

you tut in annoyance when receiving an answer you didn’t want. “fine— but, i want you to hold me until i fall asleep then you can.. leave.”

“i can do that, baby. but, let’s get you cleaned up first, yeah?” you nod and sigh when feeling johnny pull his hand away.

“should we take a quick shower?” johnny asks, slipping off the bed and grabbing a towel nearby and wiping the sweat off his forehead. “i’m gonna sound disgusting but no, i just wanna be wiped down and then i wanna be in your arms.”

johnny laughs a little and reaches down, pulling off the condom and tying it securely before tossing it in the small trash by your desk.

johnny walks over to you with the same towel he’d used to wipe his sweat and cleans you up. “you’re so pretty, y/n.” johnny says as he wipes away your sweat and looks down at you.

your face heats up and you quickly bite back a smile.

“okay,” johnny throws the towel back onto the office chair and lays next to you. “c’mere, baby.” he says as he’s taking you in his arms.

“you have work in a few hours, go to bed, okay?” johnny says, kissing your temple and rubbing your arm. “i’ll be here when you wake up and get ready for work.”

you tsk and roll your eyes. “what? what was that about?” you shake your head and shrug. “c’mon, y/n. what is it, baby?”

you sigh and toss a leg over his lap. “we really can’t go another round?” you ignore johnnys question and concern.

but johnny doesn’t mind and instead lets out a giggle and shakes his head. “no, we can’t. you have work and i need you going in fully rested not.. with wobbly legs.”

you bite your lip and run your hand over his abs, slowly moving your down to his barely soft cock.

“oh,” you look up at johnny who lays with a grin on his face. “how about now?” johnny sits the two of you up and flips you on your stomach so your ass hangs in the air.

you gasp and jerk forward when feeling a sharp spank land on your right ass cheek. “you asked for it, baby.”

a giggle comes from you as you listen to johnny dig in your nightstand for another condom.

you wake up feeling overheated.

you groan and push off the thick blanket, rubbing your eyes and then sitting up.

in a rush, you grab the blanket and cover yourself, the cold air blows against your nipples causing your whole body to have chicken skin.

you look to your side and tap your phone, seeing it’s fully charged, you unplug the thing and check the time; 7:21AM.

you groan and look on the other side of you and when your eyes come into focus, you notice the empty bedside.

of course he didn’t stay, why would he? he’s just a fuck buddy, you’re sure he has other people to fuck rather than holding you to sleep.

oh, how pathetic you sounded last night when begging him to hold you to sleep and when begging for another round.

just how greedy could you get?

it was only supposed to be a one night stand but you and johnny kept running into each other— whether it was at parties, work places, café’s, etc— the two of you always suspiciously bumped into each other and ended in one another’s bed.

you shake away the thoughts and you climb out of bed, instantly wrapping your arms around your body and grabbing the white t-shirt that was hanging on the back of your office chair.

after slipping the shirt on, you grab a clean pantie from your underwear dresser and you slip that on as well.

you grab your phone off the bed and you while scratching your head, you walk towards your door and you let yourself out.

the house was silent.

you pass a room and a sudden, “thomas!” has you coming to a halt. you hear a giggle coming from one of your roommates room and then a soft moan.

ah, yes, your roommate of seven months and her boyfriend who doesn’t live in your house but does.

and yes, your house. you own a five bedroom house at the age of twenty-two, and how some may ask— your parents passed away in a car accident when you were in your junior year of college and left you with everything. you can’t pay for a five bedroom house on your own so you rent out rooms for people and it works fine.

you shake your head and sigh, moving your feet once again. as you head down to the kitchen, you grab all your hair and tie it into a high ponytail.

“oh, coffees already made?” you say to yourself with a head tilt. “great, saves me time.” you grin and grab a mug, pouring yourself a cup and sitting on the counter as you sip away.

you’re too zoned out to even hear the heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen. “oh shit, morning, y/n.” you look up at see your roommates boyfriend standing half naked with a smirk.

“oh,” you rest your mug on your thigh and clear your throat. “morning to you too, hwin.”

“mmm, coffee. can i have a cup?” you pick up your mug and shrug. “go for it, it was brewing here when i got down.”

hwin lets out a small laugh and grabs a mug, pouring himself a cup and then sitting across from you.

“so, you work today?” you make short eye contact with him and nod. “nice, maybe i’ll stop by for lunch with tera.” you take a quick look at him when feeling an uncomfortable stare and notice his eyes are staring directly at your breasts.

you work as a waitress at the restaurant in the city. you work ten long hours at a restaurant called, “sun and moon chefs.”

you look down at your breasts and notice your nipples are hard as pebbles and stabbing through your shirt. you clear your throat and use your arm to cover them.

hwin looks up and then clears his throat as well, he brings his mug to his lips and take a long chug. “so, y/n.. have you—?”

hwin is interrupted when his girlfriend— your roommate walks in the kitchen. “babe, are you—? oh, y/n.. hwin.. you two..?”

you hold up your mug and give her a warm smile. “would you like a cup?” her eye twitches and she licks her lips, she inhales sharply and then proceeds to nod with a smile. “s—sure, why not?”

“alright, i can make you a cup.” you set your mug down and you hop off the counter.

your hand goes for a mug but then an even larger hand grabs yours. “that’s alright, y/n. i’ll do it,” you look up to see hwin hovering over you with a smile, his eyes creased into moons. “i am the boyfriend after all.”

you yank your hand away while maintaining eye contact and then you nod. “yeah, sure. not a problem.”

you turn and grab your mug from the counter. “i’m gonna be in the living room.” you say quietly as you slip past tera who’s jaw is dropped and eye is twitching.

before you can unlock the top lock, the door swings open and you’re met with hwin and tera. “oh, hey y/n. you’re home early!”

you look at tera who’s smile seems to fade. “yeah,” you look back at hwin who smiles big. “they let me off early.”

it was only 7PM.

“that’s great! well, i’m heading home now. good to see you before i left and i hope you had a great night.” you look at tera again who looks to the side with her arms crossed and an annoyed look on her face.

“yeah, thanks, hope you had a great night as well.” tera grabs his arm and rests her cheek against his bicep. “oh, we did.” she says with a smirk. “didn’t we, babe?” hwin looks down at tera and nods.

“okay, well.. i gotta shower before it’s too late.” you skip past tera and hwin who bids you a goodnight.

you go upstairs and take a long shower, soaking in the hot water until there was none left.

KNOCK KNOCK!

you lift your head from your phone and look at the door. “y/n,” it’s tera. “can we talk?” you climb out of bed and open your door. “hi,” she presses her lips together and walks past you.

you look back to see tera climbing on your bed and making herself comfortable. “okay,” you mumble under your breath and shut your door.

“so, what did you want to talk about?” you ask and sit in front of her. “it’s about hwin.” you nod, “oh, sure, sure.”

“and you.” your eyebrow pinch together.

“oh, me?” you point yourself and tera nods.

she sighs and shakes her head. “i.. you know me, y/n. i can get insecure and.. protective.” you nod with a hum, telling her to continue.

“i really don’t know how to say this, y/n..” she shakes her head, again and rolls her eyes. “i’m sorry,” she looks at you and you see tears rolling down her cheeks.

“oh— oh, uhh,” you jump out of your bed and you grab the tissues sitting on your desk. “here.” you hand her the box and she thanks you, taking it and then blowing her nose into one.

when she recovers, she pulls out another tissue for just in case. “i’m sorry, i’m just so emotional. gah, this is embarrassing.”

you hesitate but put a hand on her shoulder. “it’s fine, tera. you can tell me whatever.”

she smiles and nods. “i want you to stop dressing so slutty.” your eyebrows raise in shock. “i’m sorry?” tera laughs and shakes her head. “no, i’m sorry. i mean provocative.”

“i.. what?!”

“it’s just.. before hwin and i began dating, he had this huge crush on you and when we were friends, he’d constantly talk about you. he’d talk about how good you look and how sweet you are and.. he would just never ever shut up. but, finally he.. he just turned around and asked me out. i just thought.. finally, a guy i like is giving me a chance.”

you stare back at her with slightly wide eyes and with your mouth hung ajar. you jerk when she begins wailing.

“i.. wow, i never knew that, tera. but, how do i dress provocatively?” tera wipes her tears and sighs. “earlier this morning when we had coffee, we left and went back to my room and he asked if he could.. fuck my tits. it was so random and when i asked why, he openly admitted that he was turned on by your breasts.”

“tera, i was in a t-shirt.” she grabs your arms and shakes her head. “y/n, you don’t get it. you weren’t wearing a bra. you were openly showing him your breasts.”

you yank your arms away and you stare at you. “tera, no. no, i was not. yeah, i admit to being bra-less but i’m in my own home, am i not allowed to wear what makes me comfortable?”

tera tightens her jaw and her eye twitches, her hold on your arm getting tighter. “how would you feel if i walked naked around the house while johnny was here?”

the mention of johnnys name has her heart dropping to your ass.

“why.. why specifically johnny?”

tera scoffs, “don’t fucking play stupid, y/n. i heard you guys earlier this morning— fucking like rabbits. i see the way you two look at each other whenever we’re out. don’t you think i hear you sneaking out and him sneaking in?”

you shake your head and lick your lips. “what? did i catch you in something that i wasn’t supposed to know about?” she taunts you with a head tilt. “is miss y/n and mister johnny suh in a secret relationship?”

“no,” you deny and shake your head. “me and johnny aren’t in a relationship.” she laughs a little. “so what are you two?”

“we’re just friends. that’s all.” she scoffs and pushes her hair back. “friends that sneak around and fuck behind everyone’s backs.”

“look, we were on the topic of hwin and.. me? this is my house and i will wear whatever makes me comfortable.” you walk over to your door and you yank it open. “if hwin can’t keep his hormones under control, it isn’t my fault. i’m not going to change the way i dress just because your boyfriend can’t keep his dick in his pants. and, if that is all then i’d like you to leave my room.”

tera takes a few seconds and stands, stomping out the room with huffs and her arms crossed.

you shut your door and run your hands down your face. your body jumps when hearing tera slam her door. you shake your head in annoyance and you climb back on your beg, grabbing the box of tissue and tossing it on your nightstand.

PING!

you grab your phone and see a message from johnny.

Monster Dick: be over in ten, baby.

the nickname has you smiling like a geek.

PING!

Monster Dick: just grabbing some snacks and i’ll be on my way. send me a list of the snacks you want and i’ll pick them up.

You: i don’t know

You: me and tera just got in an argument

Monster Dick: what happened, baby?

PING!

you look at the text notification and it’s from your roommate, Anna.

Anna Banana: hey, wat happened? i heard yelling? are u and tera ok?”

You: yeah, just miscommunication.

and that’s the last you hear from anna, so you go back to the conversation with johnny.

You: don’t think can link up tonight, the air is very uneasy right now ;(

Monster Dick: uhhh nope, i’m already on my way to your place. gonna be outside in two minutes.

You: WHAT

you wait a bit and then realize.

You: so no snacks?

Monster Dick: fine, send me your list.

Monster Dick: no list within a minute then no snacks.

You: THATS NOT ENOUGH TIME

Monster Dick: clocks ticking, baby ;)

You: YOURE A DICK

wind blows towards you as you yank open the front door. “this is new.. not really but it is.” you shrug and ask what. “coming in through the front door while your roommates are home.”

he walks in with the bag of snacks and slips off his shoes, reaching down to grab them until you stop him. “just leave them. it’s fine.”

johnny looks up at you with suspicious eyes. “what happened?” he asks with a hint of suspicion. “i’ll tell you once we’re in my room and eating the snacks.” you snatch the bag from him and dig your hand in the candy filled bag.

“mmm, i’ve been craving for sweets for so long.” you dig through the bag while walking up the stairs. “yeah, a thanks would be appreciated but y’know.. i know how greedy you are.”

you stop and glare back at him over your shoulder. “kidding, you’re so cute when you’re angry.” you turn back around and continue your way up the stairs with johnnys hands on your hips.

“you’re mean,” you pull out the pack of vanilla wafers and frown. “and thank you.” you mumble. “hm, what was that?” johnny teases as he pushes open your bedroom door. “i said thank you.” you say a bit louder for him to hear.

johnny giggles in success at getting you irritated. “and what for?” you huff and johnny shuts you door, locking it as well. “y’know what for,” you set the bag of candies in your bed. “for getting me all the candy i wanted.”

you turn with a wafer in your mouth, slowly munching it down. johnny licks his lips and smirks, leaning down and taking a bite on the other end.

you shove him and whine. “this one’s for me!” you shove the leftover into your mouth. “here,” you hold the wafer tray to him. “take your own.”

johnny giggles and shakes his head. he grabs one and holds it out for you. with your lips pressed together, you then open your mouth and take the wafer from johnny.

“hm, you’re cute.” this time you hold the wafer but johnny still manages to steal the other end from you but this time biting your finger.

“ooowww! my fwinger!” you yell muffle-ly and smack him as he backs away with his hands out and a muffled laugh.

“i’m sorry,” johnny says as he swallows the vanilla wafer. “here, let me give it a kissy.” you cringe and johnny notices. “don’t make that face!” johnny puckers his lips and you shake your head with a whine.

“my finger doesn’t need a kiss!” you argue.

“yes, it does!” johnny argues back and it goes back and forth until he’s tackling you on the bed while kissing your neck.

you giggle and push on johnnys chest but he doesn’t budge, he’s so much bigger than you.

“how ‘bout now, baby.” you shake your head and squeal and johnny nibbles on your sensitive spot. “uh-huh, and how about now?”

somehow, you manage to bite him which loosens him and allows you to flip him over so that you’re on top. “ah-ha.” you slam a palm on johnnys chest and he groans.

“alright.. you win.” johnny pants and chuckles that his chest rumbles. “c’mere, baby.” johnny yanks you on his chest with his arm and pins you down.

“you’re a jerk!” johnny spanks you and when you attempt to sit up, johnnys arm weighs you down. “i just wanna eat my snacks and my ice cream before it melts.”

johnny huffs and releases you. “thank you.” you reach and grab the controller on the end of your bed, as you sit back up on johnnys ribs, you fix your hair.

“what do you wanna watch?” you ask johnny as you wait for the TV to turn on. “mm, you pick.” you tut and find netflix. “just pick one, babe.” johnny giggles at the nickname and sighs. “i refuse, because if i do then you’re just gonna say no.”

“no, i won’t!” you go to the search button. “yes, you will. you always do.” you glare at him and he smiles. “fine, likes watch.. money heist—?”

“no, we’re watching Mulan.” you type in mulan and johnny scoffs. “i told you so.” you smack his chest and he groans, again. “stop doing that, ya’meanie!”

“whatever.” you hop off his ribs and sit against your headboard. “babe,” johnny lifts his head and looks at you. “come.” you pat to the open spot next to you.

johnny quickly sits up and crawls next to you. “did you—?” you shush johnny when the movie starts. “this is the best part, johnny.”

johnny side eyes you and reaches the ice cream in the bag. “ah, dang. forgot spoons, that’s what i forgot to text you to get before i got here.” he waits for a response but doesn’t get one, you’re too interested in the movie.

“yes, baby. i’ll get the spoons, yeah, you’re welcome.” johnny talks to himself and climbs past you. “woah!” johnny looks behind him and sees you still focused on the movie.

you’d attempted to shove him because he was in the way but failed.

johnny leaves downstairs to the kitchen and when he rounds the corner that goes to the kitchen, he sees tera.

she’s in a red silk robe with her breasts slightly showing and her orange hair is curled and pushed to the side.

“johnny,” johnny pauses and then stands up straight. “i knew i heard you somewhere around the house.”

“tera, hi.” johnny looks away from tera and looks for the drawer that holds the utensils.

“so, you here for y/n?” johnny looks up from one of the drawer and then looks at tera. “maybe, maybe not.” she snorts. “please, you aren’t here for me and you aren’t here for anna, she’s with thomas.”

johnny clears his throat and nods. “right. uh, yeah. we’re just watching a movie and.. gossiping.” excitement fills johnny when he finds the drawer with spoons.

“you mean netflix and chilling?” she scoffs. “maybe, maybe not.” tera sighs and looks at her nails. “just letting you know just in case you didn’t, hwin and y/n are seeing each other and.. it’s getting pretty serious.”

“i thought you’re with hwin, no?” tera turns pink and quickly brushed it off. “not anymore at least, not after he chose y/n over me. but with the two morning quickies they had today.. i’d say it’s serious.”

johnny looks at tera and tera smirks when feeling his eyes on her. “first in the kitchen and then.. oh, boy, in the shower.”

johnny slams the drawer shut and leaves the kitchen, going back upstairs and slamming your door shut when reaching your room.

“wha— what the fuck, johnny. i’m trying to watch mulan, c’mon, you’re gonna miss the best part!” you giggle and gesture johnny to come on the bed while your eyes are focused on the movie.

“yeah, uh,” johnny sets the spoons on your bed and rubs his nape. “i think i’m gonna head out?” you tear your eyes away from the TV. “right now? we’ve barely started the movie and we haven’t even ate all the snacks.”

johnny shrugs and rubs his temple. “yeah, i—i don’t know. i think it’s best if i go.”

“but we haven’t even talked about the argument tera and i had. c’mere, let’s talk about it.” you grab his hand and guide him on the bed. “sure.” he mumbles.

you go on a while rant about how tera was trying to get you to start wearing bras around the house and how hwin is a creep and can’t control his dick, all while being in johnnys arms.

“you gonna stay the night with me?” you ask in the now pitch black room.

the movie had finished and the snacks were halfway done.

“should i?” you snuggle your face more inside his chest and nod. “mhm,” you hum and inhale his scent. “i wanna wake up with you next to me, again.”

johnnys heart can’t help but ache at your adorable ramble.

“you smell good, y’know that, right?” johnny softly laughs. “mhm, it’s the cologne that you got me for christmas last year. i wear it everyday.”

you inhale and sigh. “it smells so good.”

“you smell good too, y/n.” you giggle. “thanks, it’s the strawberry shortcake perfume from bath&body works. you picked it out for me, remember?” johnny nods with soft hums.

after silence, you’re fighting your heavy eye lids. “y’know,” you hum, waking yourself back up. “i bumped into tera earlier.”

your eyebrows pinch. “when?”

“when i went to go get us spoons for the ice cream.” johnny grabs a small handful of your hair and begins twirling is between his fingers.

“what’d she say?” you mumble.

“i know it’s not true.. i think,” he adds and sighs. “but, she told me that you and hwin are.. seeing each other.” you laugh and smack johnnys back. “you’re stupid if you believe that. i’m already seeing you and you’re enough for me.”

johnnys heart warms up and he hugs you thigher. “you gonna do anything ‘bout it?”

“you bet your ass i’m gonna do something about it. i have a plan. and don’t worry, i won’t do anything that’ll make you kill someone.”

johnny sneers, “i would never. i wouldn’t even touch a fly.”

“liar!” you smack his back and he winces. “okay, sorry.” he whines and digs his chin into the top of your head. “just go to bed now, alright?” you nod.

johnny giggles when hearing snores come from you and then allows sleep to take over him.

johnny was actually there when you woke up, it’d been so long since you’ve found him sleeping next to you. the last time was last month when tera and anna were at their boyfriends places leaving the house to you and johnny.

“morning, ugly. do you want breakfast?” johnny sighs and pulls you into his bare chest. “yes, but can we order in instead?”

“who said we were cooking? of course we’re ordering in, too lazy to wash all the dishes after.” johnny chuckles and sighs, pulling a centimeter away from you.

“order in bed?” you groan and shake your head. “i’ve gotta get up, hate my morning breath. oh, and i still have your toothbrush.” johnny winces, “you didn’t throw that thing away?”

you place your hands on johnnys chest and push yourself away from him, sitting up and looking down at him. “c’mon, let’s go get ready for the day.”

johnny tuts and sits up with you, a fat pout sitting on his lips as he rubs his eyes.

“can we go to the mall today?” you ask once you and johnny are walking to the small bathroom connected to your room. “sure, is there an occasion? sale going on? need something from there? or just for fun?”

you grab your toothbrush, “just for fun.” you wet your toothbrush and johnny grabs his. “need to clear my mind by spending money.” you apply toothpaste on your bristles and then johnnys.

“iz it becah tera?” johnny looks at you through the mirror. “mwaybe,” you shrug and look back at him through the mirror.

you spit into the sink and continue brushing your teeth again. johnny follows seconds after and spits into the sink then continues brushing his teeth.

“can we just get food from the mall?” johnny asks after washing out his mouth and dries his face. “i guess,” you wipe your face clean. “delivery fees are expensive anyway.”

you exit and johnny follows like he’s lost.

“uhh, i think i have a few pair of clothes that’ll fit you.” you go to your closet and search for clothes that’ll fit johnny.

“mm, here,” you hold a plain black t-shirt behind you as you continue searching through the bucket with one hand. “urhh, i have these sweats? i don’t know if they’ll fit.” you stand and johnny holds the t-shirt and sweats with a confused and jealous face.

“what?” johnny looks down at the clothes in his hands and then back up at you with his top lip curled. “they’re my dads! i don’t fuck around like you, suh.”

johnny stays silent and you huff. “well, i’ll let you change in private.” you try and slip past johnny but he blocks your way. “it’s nothing you haven’t seen, y/n.” your cheeks heat up.

“and i don’t fuck around anymore.” you bite your lip, embarrassed for even saying that. “stopped messin’ around after our third hookup.” you tilt your head and sigh.

“just get changed, ‘kay?” you whisper.

johnnys eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. “wanna help me?” he asks after kissing you. “i..” you clear your throat and step back. “sure.”

johnny throws the shirt and sweats at you. he grabs the ends of his shirt, pulls it up and over his head and lets it fall on the floor.

his nipples harden and he flexes, his abs deepening and biceps growing bigger. “ah, there we go.” you hold out the shirt and johnny takes it, finding the opening and slipping it on.

“did you.. need underwear?” johnny stops mid way when pulling down the shirt into place. “huh?” you giggle a little when his voice slightly cracks. “i mean, i still have your boxers that you gave me from when i came over to your place for the first time.”

johnny rubs his nape and awkwardly laughs. “yeeaah, sorry again, babe. didn’t mean to shred your underwear.” you laugh and shake your head. “it’s fine. but it will be missed, that went with this cute bra that i really liked.”

johnny shakes his head and pushes down the other black sweats he had on. “oh,” you gasp when his underwear is yanked down as well. “i just..” johnny tries to explain and groans. “the memory me.. shredding up your panties just.. came back to me anddddd.. yeah.”

you laugh and stare at his hard on.

“just..” you turn and shake your head while trying to control your laughter. “let me find the boxer, i think i put it.. hm, i don’t know.” you search through the box and mumble to yourself as you try to regain memory of where you last put it.

“if i can’t find it, you’re stuck with the ones you’re wearing now or my panties.” you say and laugh at the last line.

you gasp when being pushed forward, your hand falls forward and catches you from hitting the wall. “johnny—! what are you—!” you attempt to stand but your clothes hanging above you leave you seeing darkness.

johnnys bulge pressed against your clothed pussy, he pulls up your grey t-shirt and massages your ass. “johnny,” you whine as johnny rubs your pussy through your panties.

“just want a little taste, baby.” johnny grinds himself against you and drops himself onto his knees. “ay, johnny!” you yelp when feeling a harsh smack land on your ass.

you moan when feeling johnny kiss your ass cheek and then bite down on the flesh.

johnny slips his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and tugs the thin fabric down your thighs. “aww,” johnny groans at the sight of your dripping cunt. “my baby’s drippin’.” johnny chuckles teasingly.

you gasp and allow your knees to fall weak when feeling johnny lick your slit. “oh, so sweet.” johnny growls and dips his head for more.

you moan and push your ass back, wanting more than just johnny lapping up your juice. “ssshit,” you gasp shakily.

“oh, good god.” you cry out when feeling the tip of johnnys tongue licking your clit.

“stand up for me, baby.” johnny mumbles against your pussy and holds you up. “c—can’t, ‘m gonna cum, johnny.” you whine and grab johnnys hand that held you up.

johnny shakes his head and moans. his tongue enters you causing you to levitate onto your toes. the box barely holds you up, it shakes with your hand.

johnny grabs your thigh and digs his nails into them as they tremble from the overwhelming pleasure.

“john— i’m cumming, god, i’m gonna cum.” you squeal at your announcement.

your press your thighs together as your orgasm comes over you. your knees beg to go weak but johnny holds them stable as he still laps up your juice.

johnny pulls away and lets go of your legs causing you to fall in the box. instead of helping, johnny laughs at you and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“johnny,” you whine and attempt your push yourself out the box but your weak trembling arms do no justice. “help me, please.” you say with weak giggles.

johnny helps you up after minutes of laughing and pointing at you. “you’re a dick.” you kick him but he dodges it.

“hey!” johnny yells and covers his dick for safety.

you look at his cock to see him still hard. “did you want some help?” you can’t seem to tear your eyes from his hard on.

“if you’re offering, i’m so not passing on that.” your lips twitch into a grin as you lower yourself on your knees and crawl closer to his dick.

you grab him by his base and gulp, the precum leaking like crazy. you give kitten licks to tip, then you tilt his cock to the side and you lube up his cock.

johnny hisses and tosses his head back with his jaw clenched. you gulp, wetting your throat and then taking johnny in fully.

or at least you attempt to.

johnny’s a tad too big for you. it takes time for you to actually take him whole.

“look at me, baby.” johnny says while softly patting your head. you look up at johnny with your pouty lips wrapped around his cock.

“fuck,” johnny hisses when seeing how innocent and doe-full your eyes are. “so pure and innocent.” he mumbles and groans when feeling the tip of your tongue swirl around his head.

johnny exhales shakily and pushes your head so that your nose is inches away from his abdomen. you moan and scrunch your nose as you attempt to breathe without pulling away.

but you fail.

you pull away and gasp for air. “i’m sorry, i always forget that i’m too big for you.” your eyes filled with tears as you shake your head and wipe your drool covered mouth.

“it’s okay, i’ll get used to it.” you look up at him again and his face his swarmed with guilt. “i always do.” you give a reassuring smile.

you grab him by the base just like before and you gulp, preparing yourself for johnnys thickness and his length.

you press a kiss on his tip and you take him slowly. you stick your tongue out as you bob your head down his cock. your eyes squeeze shut and tears slip past your eyes when feeling his tip reach the back of your throat.

johnny gasps when feeling your throat tighten around him.

“just breathe through your nose, y/n. you can do this.” the voice in your head encourages you.

you bob your head and suck in your cheeks. you tilt your head side to side as you swallow johnny and take him down your throat.

johnny wipes the tears that slip down your cheeks and grins.

“you’re doing great, baby.” johnny whispers.

johnnys knees buckle when you finally reach his abdomen. his barely shaved pubes tickle your nose causing you to pull away.

“oh, fuck!” johnny groans and instantly your eyes fall shut when feeling johnny shoot ribbons on your face.

you stick your tongue out last minute and johnny slaps his dick on your tongue. “fuck, you did so good for me, y/n.” you giggle and suck on his tip one last time.

johnny grabs the old shirt he was just wearing moments ago and uses it to wipe your face clean. “so, breakfast?” he asks while tossing the shirt into your dirty basket.

“yes, who’s driving?” johnny helps you up and pulls up your panties. “me, of course. don’t want my passenger princess driving for me.” johnny leans down, grabs your hips and kisses you.

“okay,” you sing and walk past him and out your closet. “you aren’t even dressed, no?” you pause and walk backwards. “i forgot.” you shake your finger and your head.

“oh, and you’re stuck with your old underwear or my panties. take your pick.” johnnys tongue pokes his cheek as you look for clothes for yourself.

“drive safe, dummy.” you say to johnny through the open car window. “i will, dum-dumb.”

you turn and enter the house with the crazy amount of bags hanging on your arms.

“oh, sh, sh, she’s home.” you hear someone shush another person when you shut the door. you set the bags on the bottom of the stair steps and you go into the kitchen.

“oh, hey guys.” you see tera, anna, hwin and thomas all standing by and sitting on the counter. “well, if it isn’t the attention seeker and boyfriend stealer.” tera says and then giggles with anna.

you clench your jaw and open the fridge. “that’s really cute, tera.” you grab four cans of coca cola and turn. “is it? i’m just telling the truth, y/n.” tera is a lot closer to you, seems she’d walked closer.

“sure, tera, sure.” you turn from her and you leave upstairs with all your bags.

you shut your door and you set everything by your desk, including the drinks which sit on your desk.

“you gonna do anything ‘bout it?” johnnys voice from last night rings through your head.

“what am i gonna do about this?” you ask yourself and think for a minute.

you sit up and undress yourself, digging through your victoria secret bag and pulling out the newest set you’d just bought hours ago.

you change into the new set and you go downstairs. you tip your head into the kitchen to see them all still there, joking around and laughing.

you push your breasts up and you pull your panties so they’re clinging onto your hips. you ruffle your hair and you walk into the kitchen.

“..it’s because there are subs in the sea—? what the hell.” you don’t turn your head when hearing multiple gasps.

“mm, anyone else want some orange juice?” you stand from the fridge with a carton of orange juice in hand. “what are you wearing, you slut!” tera yells as you open the carton and chug the juice.

you screw the cap back on and you do a slow twirl. “me? oh, geez. this isn’t provocative enough, is it? should i wear a t-shirt without a bra on?”

hwin and thomas snicker but stop when being silently scolded by anna.

“put some clothes on! ugh, you’re acting like a whore, right now!” tera screams at you. “oh, does me being comfortable in my own home make you feel uncomfortable?” tera’s’ eyes twitch as she clenches her jaw and hands.

“do you know how insecure you’re making me right now?!” your eyebrows pinch together.

“you’re the worst roommate ever!” you frown and cross your arms. “that sucks for you! you’re free leave if me being comfortable in my own home bothers you.” you smile and it only makes her more irritated.

tera cries out loudly and runs out the kitchen with her hands over her face.

“woah, real jerk move, y/n. you know how insecure she is and you’re just making her more self conscious than she needs to be.” anna says walking up the you with thomas following behind, holding her waist as if she was going to lunge at you.

“you’re can leave too. i don’t need to hear thomas and tera having sex while you’re showering.” you look at anna and then gasp. “oops, that just slipped out.” you shrug and slowly, thomas slips his hands off anna’s waist.

anna turns to thomas and slaps him across the face. “you’ve been sleeping with my roommate behind my back?!” thomas shakes his head and stammers over his words.

“baby, i promise—?!” anna yanks his ear and pulls him outside while bitching at him.

“ah, peace and quiet. oh, hwin.. forgot about you. be a dear and go help your girlfriend pack her stuff.” you turn and as you’re about to leave, you see johnny walking inside with a bag of food.

he’s looking behind him as he enters the house. “geez, what happened to them.” johnny scoffs and then looks up to see you half naked.

“hi,” you smile and hold up your hand. “wow, what a pleasant surprise.” johnny smirks and walks up towards you.

johnny grabs your hips and squeeze your ass. “all for me, huh?” you bite your lip and nod with a head tilt. “always.”

johnny looks behind you and sees hwin coming out the kitchen. johnnys huge hand blocks the view of your ass as his stare sharpens.

“c’mon, let’s go upstairs.” johnny turns you around and then blocks the view of your chest while ushering you upstairs.

you giggle as johnny kicks your door shut and locks it. “jealous, are you?” johnny sets the bag of food on your desk and grabs your waist. “why wouldn’t i be? there’s something staring at what’s mine.”

“so, i’m yours all of a sudden?” johnny picks you up and carries you to the bed. “you’ve always been mine, baby.”

johnny spreads your legs and kisses you on your lips. your hand goes to johnnys cheek as you kiss him back, johnny lifts your knee to his waist and grinds his bulge against your pussy.

“you’re so hard, johnny.” you moan in between the kiss. “i’m always hard for you, y/n.” johnny pulls away and rubs your thighs.

johnny pushes your panties aside and teases your slit. “fuck, you’re so wet for me.” you moan as his fingers enter you slowly.

“let’s get you nice and stretched out for me.” johnny thrusts his fingers into your cunt and bites his bottom lip.

“c’mon, johnny.” you whine impatiently. “nuh-uh, the last time you made me skip foreplay, you were in pain because of the stretch.” you giggle and shake your head. “i was just eager and being greedy.”

johnny presses a kiss on your clit and continues to thrust his fingers inside of you.

a door being slammed causes you to sit up. “was that..?” you nod and meet eyes with johnny and suddenly the two of you burst into a fit of laughter.

“she seems pissed, what happened?” johnny removes his fingers from you and undressed himself. “ugh,” you scoff and sit up. “long story short, we argued and i told her to leave if my comfortability of me dressing up how ever i wanted to while being in my own home made her uncomfortable.”

“so, she left?” he jerks himself off and grabs your thighs, yanking you closer. “apparently,” you grab him by the nape and you yank his head down so that your noses are inches apart. “now, shut up and fuck me.”

johnny reaches for the nightstand and opens the dresser, he digs for a condom and finds two foil wrappers.

“enough for two rounds, baby.” johnny holds up the two foils between his fingers. “let’s use them wisely.” he winks with a smirk.

“ooorrr,” you sing. “we can go raw after we finish using these two.” you snatch the foils and mock his smirk.

“fffuck, baby!” johnny growls and climbs over you. “i’m so hard right now and that just made me even harder.” you giggle and tear one of the foils open.

johnny captures your lips and cups your face while you slide the condom on his hard cock. you press a hand on johnnys chest when he grabs your thighs, positioning you for missionary.

“let’s do our second go to position.” johnny nods and flips you so that you’re on your stomach. “your ass looks so good, babe.” you moan and wince when johnny lands a spank on your ass.

johnny yanks your hips up and kneads your ass, massaging the red handprint on your ass cheek. “‘m sorry, was i too rough?” you shake your head with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“you’re so perfect.” johnny whispers and pulls your panties to the side. “so fucking perfect.” strings of your wetness pulls with your panties causing johnny to fall weak.

you fall to your chest and on your cheek when johnny pushes into you. your body tightens and strains when getting used to johnnys length and thickness.

“relax, baby.” you shake your head and bite back moans that threatened to spill. “c—can’t, you’re too big.” a thrust has your moans spilling from you like crazy. “oh, geez, babe. i didn’t know i felt that good.”

you stretch forward and push your hips back. “you always feel good.. always.” you sigh and relax.

“slow first, please.” johnny smooths his hand down your back and hums. “i know, baby. just let me know when you wanna change the speed.” you nod while softly humming to yourself.

johnny starts off slow, his hips rocking at a stable pace wile grunting and groaning and listening to your cute whimpers and moans.

johnnys hands massage your waist and hips while whispering to you about how you’re an amazing person and how you’re doing great for him.

you bounce your hips back to match johnnys little thrusts. johnny smiles at your hips fighting back and the sight of your ass bouncing back.

it takes you a few minutes to notice that johnny had stopped his thrusts and left you alone to do the work.

“nuh-uh,” johnny pulls your hips when you stop. “keep it goin’, baby. i’m so close.” you bite your lip, the thought of johnny cumming so easily to slow vanilla sex got you off.

“i love when you cum so easily.. especially during vanilla sex.” johnny yanks on your hair. “hm, you do?” you nod and shake your hips side to side.

johnny keeps a firm grip on your hair as you bounce your hips back. johnnys thrusts grew sloppy and his grip on your hair grew tighter, his breath was slipping.

a thought comes to johnnys mind and he smirks. he licks his thumb and rims your ass. “john!” you gasp, jerking in a shock response.

you and johnny have only done anal several times and the feeling always caught you off guard.

“it’s okay, baby.“ johnnys jaw drops at the tightness around his cock and around the tip of his thumb.

you struggle to move your hips, mind focusing on johnnys thumb up your ass. johnny frees your scalp and grabs your hips, yanking them towards him and moaning out loud as he cums into the rubber.

“geez,” johnny removed his finger. “my dick is so easily manipulated.” you laugh while johnny removes and ties the used rubber.

“c’mere, let’s do the position that we always do when we’re lazy.” you tug him next to you and you lay down, not listening to his laughing, “what?”

johnny watches as you lay on your side and push out your ass. “babe,” you look back and hum. “can i fuck your ass?”

you bite your tongue. “m—my ass?” you sit up and see johnny with a worried and hopeful face. “sure, we can try it again. but, promise me you’ll stop when i tell you to.”

“baby, i’ll obey to anything you say. you wanna spend all my money, go right ahead.” johnny chuckles.

“let me peg you.”

“that, i will not obey to.” you and him laugh.

you bite your lip, “the lube is in my bathroom. under the sink, behind the conditioner bottle.” johnny hops off the bed and runs to the bathroom, quickly coming back with the bottle of lube in hand.

“are your nervous?” you ask johnny while ripping open the foil. “nervous?” you nod and sink with the bed as johnny climbs on.

“sex without a condom.” you remind him. “right, i mean, we can always wait until we get more.” johnny reminds you.

you slide the condom on johnny and look up at him. “are you clean?” he nods, “healthy as a horse.” he smiles brightly.

johnny gives the bottle a slight shake and pops the cap, tilting it and rubbing some lube on his cock. “are you clean?” you nod, “very.”

“i’m on birth control but, i still want you to pull out.” johnny nods firmly. “i’ll pull out, baby.”

you and johnny lay on your sides and with the lubed condom, johnny slides into you. slowly working his way into you.

your hand on his hips, slowly guiding him in. “you’re so tight, baby.” johnny hisses, his cock twitching in your back entrance.

“put some more lube, it’s.. kind of hurting.” johnny complies and adds more lube to your ass and his cock.

“it just the stretch, baby. i’m sorry.” he presses a kiss on your shoulder and rubs your hips.

johnny does shallow thrusts, your ass tightening around his tip. johnny is more vocal with this hole and with this position, he moans and groans more loudly.

“i’m okay now,” johnny hums in questioning. “you can move faster.” excitement shoots through johnny once again.

johnny runs his hands up to your breasts and tweaks your nipples. johnny lifts your leg as he slowly pounds into you, too scared to go faster.

“fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” johnny moans and reaches below your hips. johnny rubs your clit and cries out at the tightening of your ass.

without warning, johnny realizes his load into the condom.

johnny pants and groans while he realizes his second load of the night. “fuck me,” johnny sighs. “that was good.” he huffs and puffs while slowly pulling out of you.

johnny only recovers for a minute before you’re up and pouncing on him. “giddy up, tiger. i wanna ride you.” you sit up on your knees and you hold up johnnys cock, pinching the tip of the rubber and pulling it off.

you toss the untied rubber and then you sink yourself on the barely harden thing.

“oh, shit.” johnny sighs and your nails dig into johnnys chest. “wow, this feels so amazing.” you shut your eyes and exhale slowly.

you throw the rubber on your nightstand and begin to ride johnny who holds your hips and guides you to ride him.

“you feel so much better without a condom.” johnny laughs.

the only time you and johnny went raw was when you both were drunk and when it was just the tip. even when drunk, johnny was careful enough to pull out just in time, pulling out and cumming down your back.

“why does your cock feel so much bigger without a condom?”

johnny chuckles, “i got so much harder when you climbed on me and ripped off the condom like it was nothing.”

you bounce your hips down and johnny picks them up, letting you drop yourself at whatever pace, whether it was slow or fast.

you pull your hands away from johnnys chest and you run your hands up your body. you moan when johnny grabs your breast and circles your nipple with the pad of his thumb.

you shove his hand away from you and you slide your hands from his abs to his neck. “you feel so good, babe.” you sigh and rocks your hips.

alternatively fastening your pace when johnny spanks you several times.

you grumble when johnnys cock slips out of you when you accidentally lift your hips a bit too high.

johnny picks up his cock and allows you to sink yourself down. “yes,” you whine and reposition your legs for better comfort.

“fuck me, y/n. fuck me.” johnny grits and helps you bounce on his cock.

“you feel too good— i’m gonna cum.” johnny groans and squeezes your hips with a face of discomfort. “shit, i’m cumming!”

you hop off johnnys dick and you grab him by the base, jerking him and sticking out your tongue while his dick twitches as he nears.

your eyes pinch shut when feeling johnny shoot his cum on your face. your face is painted in white ribbons.

you wipe your face with your fingers and lick them clean with giggles while being stared down by johnny. “fuck, you’re so sexy.” johnny groans and chuckles.

johnny only shuts his eyes for a minute before you’re climbing on him once again. “again?” johnny half whines.

“one more round, baby.” you say looking back at him while positioning yourself. “okay, before you.. get started— lemme sit up, i’m gettin’ kind of lightheaded.”

you throw yourself to the side and allow johnny to sit up against your headboard.

johnny picks you up and sits you on his lap. his face met with your ass and sadly, your face is met with his feet.

“let’s get you a pedi tomorrow.” you suggest and johnny agrees with no questions.

“aw shit,” johnny smirks as he realizes the position. “seems i’ve gotta cowgirl in bed. it’s about’ta get wild in here.”

you giggle and johnny holds up his cock for you, grabbing your ass and lowering you on the thing.

you roll your hips and moan as johnnys cock hits you differently. you gasp and johnny pushes you foward.

johnnys hands play with your ass while he drags your ass back.

johnny grunts and groans in pleasure while watching how beautifully your cunt swallows up his dick.

your moans turn lazy as johnny manipulates your hips to move with however he wanted them to. johnny runs a hand down your arch and then spanks you with a growl.

“i’m cumming, johnny.. my pussy..” you laugh and shake your head.

johnny rubs your clit and within minutes, you’re moaning and creaming all over his dick.

johnny soon follows with his dick snuggled between your ass and his tip spurting out white substances on your cheeks and back.

your body slips forward and your body goes flat. “my pretty baby.” johnny giggles.

you gasp and your feet fly up when feeling johnny suck on you ass cheeks. his cheeks hallowed as he suck blood to the surface of your skin. his tongue laps up the white substances.

johnny falls next to you and softly laughs.

“johnny?” the man hums and throws his hands above his head. “can we shower?” he chuckles and turns on his side, collecting you and kissing your jaw. “we can shower.” he confirms.

“carry me?” johnny clicks his tongue and whines a bit. “carry youuu?” he extends.

you smack his chest. “i’m tireddd.” you pout your lips and rub the spot on his chest where you smacked moments ago.

“you can walk, can’t you?”

you scoot back and then kick him off the bed. “oh look, you’re up! how about now?” johnny laughs while on the ground. “you’re such a pain in the ass, you know that?”

you sit up and reach your arms out while johnny stumbles back on his feet. “c’monnnn, lets go shower!” you squeal when johnny grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder.

“we’re going for another round in the shower, i hope you know that.” johnny says while carrying you to the bathroom.

[allnightstay]

Day 26 - Ticklish Kiss

Summary: Drunk Your decides to get playful with Loid 🤭

Lee: Loid

Ler: Yor

A/N: I'm tryna catch up here! Lol, it's already November and I've fallen behind 🤭

** I just started Season 2, so believe me when I say this is probably something that wouldn't even happen because Yor just gets too flustered with this kind of stuff xD But it would be cute <3

Also, Loid being one of the "serious all the time" characters makes me melt when I think of him in a ticklish situation 🫠 Enjoy!

It was a rare evening in the Forger household. With the mission behind them and Anya tucked in bed, Yor and Loid finally had some time to unwind. The two had shared a bottle of wine, and as the evening wore on, Yor’s cheeks flushed a rosy hue.

“Loid, you’re so serious all the time,” she giggled, leaning closer to him on the couch. “Don’t you ever just… let loose?”

Loid chuckled nervously. “I appreciate the sentiment, Yor, but we have to be responsible.”

“Oh come on! Just a little fun?” Yor insisted, her laughter infectious.

Caught up in her playful spirit, Loid found himself smiling more than usual. That’s when Yor’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “What if I found out one of your secrets?”

“What secret?” he asked, genuinely curious.

She leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially, “You wanna find out?”

Loid’s brow furrowed. “What are you—”

Before he could finish, Yor’s fingers danced across his neck, a gentle tease. Loid flinched, letting out a surprised laugh. “Yohor!”

“Awww no way!” Yor exclaimed, her eyes wide with delight. She couldn’t help but tickle him again, causing him to squirm and laugh uncontrollably. “This is too good!”

Trying to regain his composure, Loid shook his head, a mix of confusion and amusement. “Ahaha, hehehey!” Yor stops, leaning in.

“Just relax! I promise I won’t hurt you.” Yor leaned closer, her breath warm against his skin. “But what if I gave you ticklish kisses instead?”

Loid raised an eyebrow, trying to process her words. “Ticklish kisses? Umm well I-I..” he stutters

With a mischievous grin, Yor pressed her lips against his neck, her kisses soft yet playful. Loid’s reaction was instant; he erupted into laughter, the sensation overwhelming him. “Gah! Nahaha, Yor, wahahait! That tihihickles!!”

Yor couldn’t help but giggle along with him, encouraged by his laughter. “See? It’s fun!”

“Nahahaha okay, okahahahay, I get it!” Loid managed between breaths, still chuckling as she continued her affectionate assault on his neck.

But as Yor grew more enthusiastic, her kisses turned more intense, causing Loid to burst into another fit of laughter. “Ahaha ohohoh my gohohosh! I can’t—ah! It's tohoo much!”

“Just one more!” she teased, her lips brushing against his skin, eliciting more laughter from him. He tried to push her away playfully, but she was relentless, her ticklish kisses becoming a delightful torture.

Finally, breathless from laughter, Loid leaned back against the couch, his cheeks flushed from both the wine and the joy of the moment. “Alright, you win! No more ticklish kisses!”

Yor, still giggling, sat back, a satisfied grin on her face. “I think I prefer you like this, Loid. Less serious, more… fun!”

Loid smiled back, still recovering from the unexpected ticklish adventure. “Maybe a little fun isn’t so bad after all.”

As the two shared a comfortable silence, filled with laughter and warmth, they knew that this was a night they wouldn’t soon forget—a night of ticklish kisses and a bond that grew even stronger.

[hapan-in-exile]

It's so obvious, I'm your Number One

A Mandalorian One Shot

Another Tale from the Dark Garden

Yeah, I know your little secret...

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Reader: You are a courtesan at the Dark Garden, Coruscant’s most prestigious pleasure house. Owned by the Mandalorian's employer, crimelord Boss Set’ki, and operated by his lieutenant Mistress Anassa. After years of meaningful glances and missed connections, Din Djarin finally claims you as his own. But now…he’d like to switch up the roles.

Word Count: ~9K

Pairing: sub(ish)!Din Djarin x (soft)femdom!reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Warnings: Bondage, blindfold, oral sex (everyone receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slapping, hair pulling, choking, biting, unprotected piv, rough sex, orgasm denial, prostate play, explicit consent, aftercare.

No extreme degradation. Lots of checking in! Lots of praise!

A/N: This is Part 2 in the Tales of the Dark Garden anthology. Read Part 1 (softdom!Din Djarin x sub!fem!reader), or just dive in with this entry!

No description of skin, hair, or eye color; no description of age or body shape.

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“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this? I can keep the blindfold on.”

Thankfully, you’d already adjusted the shuttle’s climate controls. You’re wearing your favorite pair of knit stockings, a wrap sweater, the silk sash of your robe tied around your eyes…and absolutely nothing else.

The Mandalorian tore off your underwear a few minutes ago.

You can’t see him—can’t see anything—you simply gravitate toward the heat of his body as he leads you across the cabin.

“If teeth are going to be involved, I think it’s in my best int—” Mando’s words are cut off by a dull thud and the sound of the bed frame scraping across the inlaid tile floors. “Gah–” he snarls. “Fucking farrik, that stings!”

His grip on your wrist tightens as he dips forward to reclaim his balance. 

“You okay?” Reaching out blindly, your hand collides with his taut stomach, nails catching on his tender skin. “Shit, sorry.”

But Mando only laughs, gathering you against him.

“Turned the lights off too soon,” he murmurs, resting his chin atop your head. After a swift kiss, you feel him bend over to massage his knee, or shin, or whatever he’d knocked painfully into the bedframe. “I can’t see shit in the dark.”

“We can rethink—

“Hush,” he silences the prevarication with another kiss on your lips. It’s gentle, and so sweet, it feels lonely when he pulls away. “Once we make it to the bed…there’ll be no reason to leave it.”

The promise of that excites you so much, that you almost forget you’re supposed to be stepping into a role. Show some dominance! So you slide both hands up and over the hard bulk of his chest and shove. 

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” 

You try to push him playfully onto the bed, but the Mandalorian is about as pliable as a statue. He resists and instead uses the momentum to hold you closer, sweeping you into his arms when you lose your center of gravity, so his powerful limbs are the only thing keeping you upright. 

It’s a reminder that this is a game. The only dominance you have is what he allows. That’s fine by you. As long as you can make him whimper into your ear and cry out your name. Hearing him beg could be fun.  

“Here.” The bounty hunter lifts you by your thighs and wraps your legs around him, one hand splayed across your lower back. You have no choice but to cling to his shoulders. The mattress dips and creaks when he sits down, pivoting his legs onto the bed, before Mando situates himself propped against the headboard, with you straddling his hips. 

Burying his face into the crook of your neck, his lips trace over your jaw until he finds your ear. Mando breathes his warm breath into it, then covers your throat with kisses and his questing tongue before returning to your lips. Breath catches in your throat, and you sigh into his mouth as he opens for you, tongues tangling together. 

You shift forward onto your knees, wrapping your arms behind his neck.

The soft fabric of his shorts presses into your thighs as his erection builds. He’s wearing a clean pair from the overnight bag he brought with him—which delights you to no end. First, that the mighty Mandalorian has an overnight bag (?!); and second, that it’s thrown onto an armchair in the corner of the cabin he’d claimed as his own.   

You sense the movement of his arms when they pull away from you, putting on his own mask, before he reaches behind your head to untie the silk sash from your eyes. It takes a while for your vision to adjust to the utter darkness. All the lights in the shuttle are turned off, but he’d left the skyline window open so that the ambient glow of the megalopolis casts everything into haze and shadow. Coruscant is at its most spectacular at night.

Bathed in soft yellow, violet, pink and blue hues, the Mandalorian remains a dark and indistinct figure to your blinking eyes. Except for the mask.

It’s rare for you to take on more…adventurous clients, but you kept several face coverings amongst your professional accouterment. Some men wanted to be a stranger to themselves—someone who didn’t care about cheating on their spouse, someone who loved to say and do filthy things. 

Some clients simply wanted to watch without being perceived. 

You’d given the bounty hunter a black hood. Thin enough that he could see and breathe through the mesh weave. Large enough for it to cover him as thoroughly as the Beskar helmet. Mando had taken the hood and torn it—folding the fabric so that it only hid his face from forehead to nose. 

It’s too dark for you to see him in any distinct detail, but that decision—that he could have covered his face in complete anonymity and did not—seemed to communicate a desire for intimacy. He wanted the use of his mouth, to feel your fingers threading in his hair and the brush of your lips against his cheeks.

So that’s what you do. Your fingers roam through the soft waves of thick brown hair framing his ears. 

It’s still damp from the fresher, encouraging a curl in the tendrils along the back of his neck. Longer than you expected. You always imagined that he kept it short for the sake of simplicity. 

You’ll be able to get a good grip.

“Gorgeous,” you murmur without thinking. 

“My hair?” Mando asks in disbelief. “You like it?”

“I do.” Massaging his scalp delicately with your fingernails, you lean forward to kiss the corner of his coy smile. “I like everything about you.” 

“You braided yours.” He raises both hands to trace the messy coil laced down your back. 

“So it won’t get in my way,” you grin. 

“You look very sexy in these,” the Mandalorian caresses the fuzzy Endorian goat wool tugged up to your thighs. “And this…” his hands fumble with the neckline of your sweater. It’s loose enough to pull aside, and soon you feel his fingertips, rough against the skin between your breasts. “Whatever this is,” the moisture of his breath stirs the hairs along your neck, “it’s beautiful. Did you dress up for me?”

“Maybe.” You take his face in your palms and trace your thumb over his lower lip, searching for the fullness of his mouth in the darkness. “I wanted something soft.”

“You’re soft everywhere,” he sighs, before sucking on your thumb. A rippling tide of desire surges in your belly.

“Is there anything you want?” you ask, sounding determined to fulfill his every secret yearning.

“I’m sure you know what I like better than I know myself,” Mando replies, his voice a heady rumble vibrating between you.  

But that’s not a real answer. You can feel the nervous energy in his body—almost giddy. The slight tremble in his fingers as they settle onto your waist, his muscles tightening with patient expectation. Perhaps he preferred not knowing.

Then he dips his head, his mouth closing over your nipple, already peaked with arousal, as he speaks against your skin. “You can do what you want with me.” 

Whoo! It’s going to be a challenge to remain in control. You feel ready to melt into his arms, squirming in orgasmic bliss. You’re realizing domination requires a lot of purpose and attention.

“I should warn you, my training at Dark Garden included more poetry, than bondage.”

His mouth quirks into a smile. “So you’re going to torture me with poetry?” 

“I’ll have you know the Tales of Hallëvala are absolutely filthy. Written by total perverts.”

You both burst into laughter. The bounty hunter’s chuckles come from so deep within him that you bounce precariously on his lap until he regains his focus.

“I trust you. Do to me what feels good to you.” 

What feels good to you…after your last round of fucking, he knows exactly what you like. And how rough. He’d asked to switch roles this time. Show me why you like it. But, perhaps he didn’t feel comfortable enough to say what he wanted out loud. You’d bet money he doesn’t have a lot of experience with this reversal in dynamic either.

You lace your fingers around his neck, thumbs pressing against his throat. Not too tight, but enough to claim his attention. “It’s good that you trust me, Mando,” you pronounce seductively. “You’ll need to remind yourself of that when you start to feel afraid of me.” 

His laughter is dismissive, as though the very idea is ridiculous.  

“Submission requires putting all your trust in me…trusting that I know how much you can take. Giving yourself to me. Completely.” 

Gathering his wrists in your hands, you haul them over his head and pin them against the headboard. The Mandalorian takes a sharp breath through in surprise, his breath becoming shallow. 

Leaning forward, your lips drift to the hollow of his throat, trawling your tongue through the rough stubble of his beard to the tip of his chin. “Your body will resist. You’ll doubt whether or not you can truly surrender, whether or not you really want to.” 

When your tongue finds his lips, you kiss him ravenously, stealing whatever breath remains in his lungs. You kiss him like the hunger of starvation, thrusting your tongue into his mouth. It’s unlike any of your other kisses—fearsome—teeth knocking against each other as you shove your tongue down his throat. It’s a violation, made to overwhelm him. He tries to turn his head, but you take him by the chin, fingers tightening around his jaw to hold him firmly in place. 

With only one hand to pin his wrists, the Mandalorian could easily overpower you. He doesn’t. Instead, he arches into you so hard, his bare chest crushes your breasts. The sensation of his skin rubbing against you is like a fire coaxing embers to burn.

Never breaking the kiss, he finally begins to breathe through his nostrils, and you pull back. But not before dragging your sharp incisors over his lower lip until you taste blood. 

Mando gasps, startled. He tries to hide it with his laughter, but it’s sporadic. Anxious and uncertain. 

“You might start to think I’m crazy,” you whisper in his ear. “Or that maybe you are,” you smile lasciviously, unsure whether he can see through the mask. “But doubting me is the worst thing you could do…” drawing the tip of your nose over his earlobe, along the shell of his ear, you close your teeth around the helix. 

He tenses, waiting for the bite.

“Don’t think. Don’t question. Just submit to me.”

He’s already rock hard between your thighs. You can feel the whole, hot length of him press insistently against you. Your wetness welcomes him, soaking through the thin fabric of his shorts. Instinctively, his hips roll upward. 

“Wait,” his body tenses and stills. “Before…you said it’s exhausting, playing a role. That’s not what I wanted to—”

The tender concern in his voice is enough to break you from the fantasy.

“This is different,” you assure him. “Being with someone you care about always makes it different. And I do care about you, Mando. Very deeply. I’m going to slap you. Bite you. I might even hurt you, but I will always keep you safe.” 

With that, you spread his arms wide, pulling his wrist through a loop of rope tied to one corner of the headboard, and then the other.

“You’re going to feel powerless without the use of your hands. That’s why I’m tying you up. Because you’re giving up power. And I’m taking it.”

Suddenly, his muscles tremble in a surge of trepidation. Remember, this will be difficult for him. In his line of work, bondage means capture. Defeat. You need to be careful not to trigger those defensive impulses. 

“It’s a gift you’re giving me, Mandalorian, but you can reclaim it anytime. See?” you slip his hand back out through the rope. One quick roll of his wrist, and he can free himself.

“I think we should use colors to check in.” You reach between your legs to stroke his hard cock gently over his shorts. It throbs eagerly against your palm. Warm and thick. “Green is when it feels good. Does this feel good?”

You lower yourself onto him more with each stroke, until you’re so close you can feel the heat of his breath in your mouth.

“Very,” he nods against your temple, breaths coming shallow and quick.

“Yellow is for when things start to get too intense.” This time, you squeeze harder, curling your fingers around him, and he gasps, stomach contracting in alarm. “Then we can pause—talk about it. Reset if necessary.”

“Mmmph,” Mando groans.

“Do you like this?” you ask, knees digging into the mattress with the momentum of every fervent twist of your wrist.

“Senaar’ika, I love this,” he laughs, ducking his chin to lick at your collarbone. 

You suck his tongue into your mouth, claiming his lips before tugging hard on his cock. 

“Nnngh! Fuck me,” he growls in a surge of arousal and frustration, thrusting roughly into your fist. “Dammit, woman.”

“When you say red, I stop immediately.” You remove your hands from his cock and place them lightly over his chest, the rapid beating of his heart drumming against your palms. “We can talk about it or not. You never have to explain why you want to stop.” 

“Okay,” he murmurs, still sounding apprehensive. No wonder! An elite bounty hunter. He’s probably never this vulnerable by choice. 

Then he surprises you. “If you’re worried about keeping me safe…Is this something you’ll enjoy?

“Yes!” you insist, laughing. “Giving you pleasure, watching you come so hard and for so long that you black out and forget your name…is something I will enjoy very much.”

“Is that a threat?” he tilts his head, grinning. “Or a warning?” 

“I just hope you have it written down somewhere since, as far as I understand, you’re the only one who knows what it is.”

At that, you lean forward to whisper into his ear once more. “I will take your body, and I will use it to satisfy my needs. But I promise to cherish it, even as I force it to conform to my desires.” 

Then your mouth closes over his again. This kiss is not as obscene. When your tongue passes his lips, you explore more slowly—the roof of his mouth, the seam of his lips, the tip of his wet tongue. Kissing deeply until he adapts to breathing through his nose. You’re gauging how long he can comfortably hold his breath before drowning in your cunt.

Your lips leave his to trail along the Mandalorian’s chin, his jaw, down his neck, and across his shoulder. As you move, you drag your open mouth over his skin, letting him feel the scrape of your teeth. Testing. Nibbling. Then biting—just hard enough to leave him gasping, but not hard enough to leave a mark. All the while, your hips roll your naked flesh, drenched in heat, to stroke along his cock. 

You moan at the feel of him, thick and heavy between your thighs.

“I fucking love it when you make that sound,” he says, breathless, thrusting his hips upward to meet you.

“You better find some discipline, Mando.” You press your forehead against his cheek and whisper into his neck, like you're telling him a secret. “You’re already so hard. I can feel you leaking onto my belly.”

“And you’re so wet I can feel it through my shorts.”

“I’m thinking about what I’ll have to do to you, if you come without my permission.”

“This would be easier if I hadn’t spent every night of the past five years dreaming about you.” 

“Sweet,” you tell him, flush with praise. “But that won’t save you from punishment. I will use discipline if you can’t obey.”

“It’s what I deserve,” he says roughly. 

Merely hearing those words brings you to the brink. Your cunt flutters. A hot, molten sensation spreading heat to every inch of your skin. Part of you wants nothing more than to simply sink onto him and ride him to release. Another part wanted to take him all night and never let this end. 

Fucking hell, you’ve got to get a grip! It’s just…never felt this urgent before. You can’t remember wanting a man’s body so badly.

“Don’t worry,” you drawl. “I plan to take you slowly.”

You drag your tongue along his throat, trailing a wet path down the column of his neck to his shoulder. This time, you lick and suck strong enough to leave bruises—pulling his warm skin between your teeth until you bite down hard around the ball of his shoulder. He surges against you, cock throbbing with need.

“I think…maybe you like the pain.”

The growl that rumbles in his chest is sweet agony.

“Does it excite you?” 

“Yes,” he confesses in shallow breaths, panting. 

“But tonight…you come for me. When I say so. You understand?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

You grab a fistful of hair in your fingers and yank his head back. “You want to try that again?”

“Yes…mistress,” he says uncertainly. 

But in your world, the title of Mistress was reserved for women like Anassa, keeper of the Dark Garden, who was a figure of ruthless authority. That’s not how you see yourself. This business so often divided women into sweetly eager sluts or cold-hearted dominatrix. Those could not still be the only options. Not tonight. Not with him.

“Call me senaar’ika when we’re together.” His little dove. You loved to hear him call you that. It’s not authoritative or intimidating, but it feels right. “What should I call you?”

The Mandalorian chews on his answer for a long while. 

“Cyar'ika.”

“Shar-ee-kah,” you roll the syllables over your tongue. “What does it mean?”

“Guess you’ll have to learn more Mando’a.”

“Hmm,” you chuckle. “But the ika is diminutive, right? So…something sweet. Is that how you’d like me to fuck you? Hard and sweet?”

“Little dove, I—” 

You pull back your elbow to slap him across the face with an open palm.

“Too bad I don’t give a shit about what you want.”

The Mandalorian huffs. “No, senaar’ika,” he says through gritted teeth, trying to hide his shock. You’d bet the last person who slapped him, probably lost their hand. Suddenly, you begin to see the appeal of domination. It’s arousing, watching him twist himself into knots, resisting his deepest impulse to hit you back. All that power bridled…for you.

His jaw shifts and straightens, “Tonight is about what you want.” 

“That’s right,” you cup his face in your hand, soothing the tender skin of his reddening cheek. “Tonight, you exist only to please me.” Something eases in your chest when he nods, nuzzling into your palm. 

Holy shit, that was intense! Exhilarating. Your body is flooded with adrenaline. It feels anathema—wrong—to enjoy hitting someone you care about. Even if it’s just pretend, it feels so real. So fucking real! But he seems to be enjoying it as much as you do. 

“Good,” you coo. “You’re doing so good. Right now, you don’t mean it. But you will.”

He laughs, incredulous. “I—”

“You’ll say the words, and I know you’ll want to mean them. But you won’t. Not at first.” Wetting your lips, you soothe the marks and bruises you’ve left on his body with gentle kisses.  “But you will. You’re going to learn. I’m going to teach you.”

Then you push up from your knees to stand over him.

“Where did you go?” Mando’s voice is longing and a little helpless. For the first time, he struggles against the ropes, testing their hold. 

“I’m staring at your beautiful body,” you answer truthfully. Shifting your weight carefully onto one leg, you lift your other knee and begin tracing every corded muscle of his chest and abdominals with your stocking-clad toes. Despite the thick wool, you feel his skin shiver and twitch—breath hitching whenever you sweep your foot lower and lower across his sensitive skin. “You look so good when I touch you.”

When you circle your toes around his navel, his stomach quivers, and his cock pulses.

“I’m fairly obsessed with this curve along your hips, defining your slutty little waist.” 

He let’s go of some tension then, laughing deep from his belly. “What is slutty about my waist?”

“How to explain…? Your shoulders are so broad…” you draw a line with your finger between his chest, down to his groin—his body undulating wherever your fingertips touch him. “And then my eyes travel to your slutty waist, and all I can think about you burying it between my thighs.”

“That’s all I ever wanted,” he says, looking up at you. “All these years…to feel you wrapped around my cock.” 

“Poor, cyar’ika,” you shake your head. “Still thinking about what you want. But I’m going to teach you better.”

Unlacing the ties of your sweater, you shrug it off and let it fall onto the bed. Somehow, the fact that you’re still wearing the stockings makes your nakedness feel more profane. Your hands thread into his hair and pull, forcing his head back so you can thrust two fingers inside his mouth. 

He’s so unprepared it makes him gag.

“Your body is beautiful…so powerful. But soft. Just like your beautiful face. Strong jaw. Sharp nose. Soft lips. I’m going to rub myself all over them when I fuck your face.”

In response, the Mandalorian, something between a moan and a sigh, escapes his lips. Something like a whimper. Your face breaks into a broad grin.  

Mindful of your balance atop the mattress, you settle your right knee onto his outstretched bicep.

“Would you like that? If I came in your mouth? Fucked myself on your tongue?”

“Yes.” He says before adding, “Please, little dove.”

“Show me,” you respond coolly. “Stick out your tongue for me. Good. Make it soft, like velvet. ”

Flexing the muscles deep in your belly, you tuck your hips and position yourself over his mouth. 

“I’m going to use you, and you’re going to sit there and take it for as long I need you to.”

With that, you rub yourself against the length of his tongue, stroking it across and in between every slick fold. You roll your hips wantonly to feel him from every angle, growing softer and wetter as his saliva becomes indistinguishable from your come, leaving you soaked and sopping. Soon, you lose yourself to the flood of exquisite sensations coursing through your body from the delicious friction of his ridged tongue. Pleasure seizes you, forcing you to steady yourself, gripping the headboard. Your breasts bob with each thrust of your hips as you grind into his mouth.

Gods, you could do this for hours. But you sense him growing impatient with passivity. He’s eager to use his lips and mouth. Eager to taste your climax. 

“You like this? 

“Mmm,” he moans, pouring his hot breath into your wet center. 

“Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love your come in my mouth. I want to drink from you.”

“Then put your tongue inside of me.”

“Annngh!” you cry out at the thick stab of his tongue. You rock yourself over it, hips writhing. A coiling knot of tension is winding tighter and tighter inside you. 

You can barely recognize the words streaming out of your mouth, but you cannot miss how much the Mandalorian seems to be enjoying this—the sounds he makes, the consuming way he sucks at your clit, the scrape of his stubble against the soft crease of your thighs.

“Lap up my come,” you command, then nearly collapse when his tongue makes hot trails through your opening, over and over, until he’s gasping for breath. “Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

Mando’s mouth moves even faster now, even harder, and you’re nothing but heat and pulse. Everything else is far away. Pleasure tightens—blazes—inside you.

“Flick my—” he parts your flesh with his nose, burying his face between your drenched folds until his mouth closes over your clit. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.” 

The leg bearing your weight begins to tremble. Your fingers tangle into his hair, nails scraping his scalp as your fists clench tighter, not caring whether it might hurt. All you can care about is the need to hold onto something while you ride each cresting wave of pleasure as it surges. Every muscle inside your body coils and tightens as the sweet and heady pleasure builds.

“Yes, fuck me with your tongue. Ha-aah. Circle—fuck—fuck yes!”

And then you come so hard you can’t care about anything. You can’t think, can’t breathe. You desperately try to gather air into your lungs, only to sob from the ecstatic release.

Your head falls back, but before you can come down, before you’re able to breathe and see again, you feel Mando’s grip behind your knee, keeping you pressed against his mouth. You pull back instinctively, away from the painfully sweet stimulation, but his fingers dig into your calf.

With each thrust, each lick of his tongue, you feel yourself breaking apart—until your second orgasm hits you so hard you scream, and a hot spurt of liquid covers his face. 

“Fuck, that was so hot! I want this come around my—” he begins, but the words die in his throat when you slap him hard across the face.

Both feet planted on the bed now, you hold yourself over him, knees shaking from the voltage of your orgasm, but your voice is firm. “I told you to sit there and take it. And instead, you disobey me. Do I need to remind you who’s in charge?”

Chastened, he tucks his chin, turning his handsome face away from your harsh words. 

Snatching a length of rope from the side table, you walk to the foot of the bed and grab his ankles, using all your strength to yank him down from the headboard so that he’s propped against the pillows. He grunts in shock, and you wonder how much he can see through the mask. 

You brush the rough coils of rope against the delicate pads of his feet, and his whole body shudders. “Behave, and I won’t have to use this to tie you down.”

The bounty hunter takes in a deep breath that pours forth from his lips. “I’ll behave,” he mumbles, fighting the submission.  

A dizzying wave of lust washes over you, rippling across your skin. You suddenly become aware of how hot it is in this cabin. You’d set the temperature too high. Covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the fine hairs that had escaped your braid stick to your cheeks and neck. Your heartbeat pounds against your eardrums. 

Was this the electrifying thrill of domination? To see this powerful, capable man, who clad himself in armor and wielded violence, gathering every ounce of strength he possessed to leash himself under your collar. It was a heady rush—almost frightening—to see how badly he needed this. 

It feels like a privilege to see this side of the Mandalorian. It strengthens your resolve. Don’t disappoint his desires. 

You crawl back onto the bed and over his supine body, biting harder on his nipples, sucking them fiercely into firm peaks, gnawing at his hip bones. “Fuck!” he gasps, a hint of fear lacing his voice. But his arousal was evident.

“I think you wanted to be punished. I think you wanted to test me. To see if I’m capable of hurting you.”

Mando’s so hard he nearly juts out from his shorts. Tugging them down, his cock bounces, slapping against the bare skin of his thigh. You trail wet, open-mouthed kisses down his groin, teeth grazing the delicate skin there.

“Do you believe that I could hurt you?”

Rubbing your face over the tip, you feel the slickness of his pre-come wet against your cheek. 

There is nothing more perfect than Mando’s expression right now—what you can see of it. Lips slightly parted, looking hopeless. His hands clench into fists as you open your mouth to take him in. Delicately, you tense your teeth around the head of his cock. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “I’ve never been this hard.”

“Are you afraid?”

He nods.

“But excited too. You’re excited thinking about what I might do to you.” You run your tongue over the seam of his balls before sucking each heavy sack into your mouth. Using your tongue, you press the tender skin behind the backs of your teeth.

The Mandalorian draws in a sharp breath. “Yes!”

Something about your wet, messy face makes you defiant, “You don’t want to see what I can do. I know how to break a man like you.” You pull back, lifting your chin so he slips from your mouth, his cock blood-dark and glistening. Your brow arches, “With archaic poetry.”

“What?” he asks through a lusty daze.

“Something from the Guan-jii period, I think.”

”You are evil.”

“But first…” you spit onto his shaft, coating him in saliva—thick and viscous from having him in your mouth. “You’re so big. I have to get you nice and wet before you’ll fit inside me.”

His hands flex wide and then curl back into fists. “Fuck, I want to grab you by the throat.” 

Your chin tilts sympathetically. “You could be rough, cyar’ika—slip your wrists free, hold me down, and fuck me senseless. But you won’t. You know this is going to feel so good.” 

Positioning your left leg over his thigh and tucking your right knee under the other, you bite down on your bottom lip and slide onto him—inch by inch, until it burns. He’s so big that it almost hurts as he stretches you out, opens you wide. 

“Fuck! That’s it,” he whispers as he thrusts himself the rest of the way inside you, up to the hilt. “Just like that. Yes!”

You pinch his nipple tightly between your thumb and forefinger. “Be still.” 

“Nnngh,” he growls in response. 

“Remember, your body is mine. To use for my pleasure.”

“Yes, senaar’ika” he replies.

“Then spread your legs.” 

At first, he’s unsure how to comply, but he doesn’t resist when you push his thighs further apart. 

“This position is called the Blooming Lotus pose. Our legs intertwine like the unfurling petals of a lotus blossom.” This angle gets him even deeper inside you, until he’s buried so deep you’re sitting on his balls.

“Mmmph…Oh fuck, that’s amazing.”

“Ha-aah!” you gasp, losing your concentration as you feel him everywhere. It burns. It aches. It’s so fucking good you could scream. “You’re so thick. Ha-aah, I love stretching myself over your cock.” 

Then, you begin rolling your hips, grinding yourself onto him. 

“Bet you never get it like this,” you look down at him, sprawled beneath you. “I bet everyone expects you to put this big dick to work. And you never get to lie back and get used like this.” 

“Yes,” he moans. “Keep fucking me, little dove.”

“These lines were composed by Mason Hamlin. Dedicated to his lover, a witch of the Night Sisters.”

Incredulous laughter bursts from his mouth, “You are an evil, evil woman.”

“But you love it.”

My lady,

You begin, letting the words spill from your lips like beads of water from a cataract.  

Whose brown eyes hide mystery, Beneath her red mask,

You push right his knee up to his chest and sweep your tongue over the tender arch of his foot, drawing his big toe into your mouth to suck. This feels so unhinged, but you love it—watching his powerful body writhe with pleasure. 

Dark lips, 

“Oh shit!” he gasps as you slip your tongue between his toes. “Oh shit, I didn’t think that would feel as good as it does.” 

Her gyrating hips,  On her knees, on top, over me,

Returning to suck his toes, all the while, you circle and rock your hips against his length, twisting side to side, clenching around his thick cock until he throws his head back.

“Nnngh,” you groan. “I love the feeling of you deep inside me. Rubbing my clit all over you.”  

“You are fucking unreal, little dove.”

Pink hellfire pussy, Wet cunt of midnight,

But you don’t want to come yet. That would be letting him off easy.

You shift weight onto your knees, pulling yourself up the length of his shaft, only to slide back down, sheathing him deep inside you. You keep up the slow rhythm—sliding up then plunging onto him again—over and over. 

“Slower,” he begs. “You have to go slower.”

“Can I tell you a secret? No one’s ever been this deep inside me before.”

“Mmmph, you can’t say shit like that, senaar’ika.”

“I’ll do as I please,” you grin, sinking down onto his straining sack. 

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck! Oh fuck! Nnngh, I wish I could see…unngh, my cock pumping in and out of you.” 

I sell my soul willingly.  Take it all, And fuck me for eternity.

Your back arches, shoving your breasts against his mouth like an offering. In answer, Mando leans forward, struggling with the bindings on his wrists. His mouth catches your nipple, tugging it. He laps, tongue swirling, and then he opens his mouth wider to suck. It only lasts a moment, but that’s long enough to send a surge of pleasure ricocheting through your core, all the way from your nipple to your clit.

“Gods, I love your cock.” The pressure and pleasure build inside you with every thrust of your hips. “You’re so deep. So deep!”

“Mmm…maybe I like poetry,” he declares, in rapture.

“You like how I fuck you?” you ask between heaving breaths, body slick with sweat.

“Hmm,” moans. “I love it. This is all I want. To spend the rest of my life inside you.” 

Your muscles flutter and clench around him.

“Mmmph, your walls are so strong,” he groans. “You’re squeezing my cock like a fist.”

“Tell me what it feels like to be inside me.”

“Inside your pink hellfire pussy?”

“Yes,” you snort through your nostrils.

“W-warm,” he slurred, lost in his own pleasure. “Silken. Impossibly wet.”

“Careful. If you grit your jaw any tighter, you’re going to lose some teeth.”

“Not much of a choice, or I’m going to come too fast.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“You feel so good. You’re so wet I can hear it. Fuck, I can smell it.”

He’s right. The cabin is filled with an obscene squelching sound every time you rock your hips, coating him in your slick heat.

Through the mask, you stare at each other, breaths mingling until he closes the space between you to claim your mouth and kiss you—deep and languid. 

When he pulls away, he whispers, “Come for me.”

His tongue reaches out to flick against your nipple, and your head falls back, fingers gripping his shoulders, urging him to take more, take harder.

“You’re a terrible submissive.” 

“But you love it.” Again you thrust, so hard that he clutches at the headboard, fingernails digging into the wood. “Fuck, someone should come. Please. Please let me come inside you.”

Yep, you do like hearing him beg.

“I just told you, your cock is mine. Don’t tell me what to do with what’s mine.” 

“Aaah—fuck! You have to tell me when you’re close…I’m trying. I’m trying so fucking hard. But if you come, it’s just gonna make me…nnngh!”

“You’re going to be good and wait for what I give you.”

“What the fuck are you doing to me, woman?”

“Whatever I want.”

With that, you lift your leg over his thigh and settle it underneath him so that both your knees press into the mattress with him straddling your waist. 

“You’ll do as you’re told.”

You brace the heels of your palms against his hipbones and anchor all your body weight forward into your arms, raising yourself higher until your wet nipples press into his cheeks.

“Wider,” your elbows push into the insides of his knees, spreading him open. “This position is called the Wild Akkadian. Named after the tribe of female warriors on Ryloth who would capture men for breeding and mount them, demanding complete submission.”

Tucking your pelvis, you slide back onto his firm cock. Drenched in your come, the head glides over your clit, between the folds of your cunt, teasing the entrance. The friction is just enough to make you start panting again. 

This position doesn’t let you take him as deep–only the tip of his cock and the first few inches can fit inside you with your legs pressed together between his thighs. And it requires a lot of bouncing on your knees, contracting your lower abdominals, to thrust yourself onto him. But it feels so fucking good! The shallow, rapid thrusting that rubs the head of his cock against your entrance, sliding over your clit with each stroke. You’re riding him so fast that your breasts shake, and your entire body starts to sweat. Your thighs ache, and your arms grow sore, but you keep up the pace—faster and faster.

“Mmmph, please,” he begs, reeling on the edge of pleasure. “Please, I’m so close.”

The Mandalorian is completely helpless. Unable to move his hips. You’re truly using him now—using him like a toy to get yourself off. Whatever you give, he has to take it. All of this stimulation concentrated onto the head of his cock.

“Not yet.” 

“Farrik, this is torture. Are you ever going to let me come?”

“Why should I?”

“You said if I behaved, you wouldn’t hurt me,” he throws his head back. “This feels pretty fucking hurtful.”

“You’ll come when I say so.”

Warmth ripples through you in waves. Every muscle in your body tightens, on the brink. You cry out—one long cry you can’t control—as blood rushes to your clit. The rapid friction spirals. Soars. You gasp, dizzy as everything else falls away, and then there’s nothing left of but the orgasm that takes over. Your cry turns into a scream as you come, your head swirling in the rush of pure ecstasy. Without anything to clench down on, you continue thrusting onto him throughout your climax. 

“It’s too good,” he groans. “It’s too good—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna—unngh!” 

You both shudder as your bodies surrender to the intensity of your shared orgasm. With his cock this shallow inside you, you feel each hot spurt of come weeping out of you and dripping down his shaft. 

It’s so fucking hot in this cabin! What were you thinking? The wool stockings probably aren’t helping, but he said they look sexy. You’re covered in sweat, but so is Mando—his soft brown curls clinging to his neck. Your bodies had grown slick together in desperation to chase release.

Somehow you find the strength to get up onto your knees, letting his spent cock slip out of you before sitting back on your heels, still nestled between his thighs, their coarse hairs tickling your sensitive skin.   

“What do you have to say to yourself?” you gasp, trying to sound furious. Not really selling it.

The Mandalorian doesn’t mind. He smiles, mouth open wide in a sly grin. 

“Punish me,” he says.

You slap his cheek. Not as hard this time. Teasing. Playful. 

“Look at the mess you made. I think you should have to clean it up.”

“Yes, senaar’ika,” he says eagerly, as if wanting nothing more. 

Which is a relief. You’re testing the boundaries of degradation—but you can’t help it. The idea of him swallowing every bit of come he’d pumped inside you is fucking hot! As hot as this fucking shuttle.

“I’m not going to hold back this time,” you promise him.

Guiding one foot, and then the other, over his naked body—you position yourself on your hands and knees so that you’re straddling his chest with your back toward him. Presenting yourself. Despite your warning, you start by keeping most of your weight on your knees, staying still as he begins, his tongue licking and thrusting, his lips sucking and kissing. But soon, you grow volatile and start to rock against his mouth.

“This is how you learn,” you say between thrusts, getting back into the role, ending each word with a slight huff of air. “That you’re mine.”

Your toes slide under the pillows to slip beneath his neck, cradling his head in the arches of your feet. Tilting your hips, you shove yourself onto his face, and the Mandalorian’s mouth comes down over your pussy to suck out his come.

Pure pleasure ripples through you, almost blinding in its intensity. Mando starts to swallow, his jaw tensing with each deep pull. The suction is devastating! He wants to bring you to the brink of ecstasy and hold you there forever. If anyone can do it, he can.

You want him between your legs for hours. But you also want to ease this insistent aching tearing through you.

“Oh shit,” you brace yourself on his muscular thighs, fingernails digging into his skin as you grind down harder. “Gods, that tongue!” Your hips twist and writhe to get him deeper between your folds, using your feet to hold him pressed against your cunt. Right there! Right there!

Mando responds by sucking faster. 

You push up onto your hands and open your mouth in search of his cock. Nuzzling it with your cheeks, your lips slide over the tip, still covered in your come, painting your face with it. He moans, and the vibration against your swollen clit, is what sends you into climax, thighs quivering. 

You shout, “Aanngh!” and then come, filling his mouth with heat. Quickly, he gulps it down, every drop, the action almost lost to you in the spasms of pleasure echoing through you, as your body trembles.

There is no strength left in your muscles—you just collapse on top of him. 

“You did so good,” you tell him breathlessly. “So so good.”

“Did I earn your forgiveness?” he asks, his breathing also ragged as he wipes his face along the pillows. You’ve made such a mess of him! He’s going to need another shower.

“Yes,” you moan, unable to take him back into your mouth until you can catch a full breath. All you can do is stroke his cock. Exhausted, you let your head fall onto his thigh, lapping at his skin and running your tongue under his soft sack. 

Mando arches his back and spreads his legs wider. You flick your tongue lower. Then, the bounty hunter draws his knees up, and you take it as an invitation. Do to me what feels good to you.

You circle your tongue, coaxing the tight, puckered skin of his asshole. His cock pulses back to life, growing hard and pressing against your throat. Yet you want to be cautious and give him the opportunity to say no if this makes him uncomfortable. Instead, he moans and digs his heels into the mattress.

“You want me to kiss it?”

“Yes,” he says—his voice barely more than a whisper. “Yes, please.”

“You should say please again, cyar'ika,” you demand gently. “I like hearing you beg.”

His lips brush against the curve of your ass, and then he bites. Not hard enough to bruise, just enough to take a bit of skin between his teeth, before kissing you. He truly is a terrible submissive!

“Please.” 

Honestly, it’s perfect! You need a break before your calves cramp up, or you pull a hamstring. Still lying prone over his body, you start licking his asshole in lush strokes with your flat tongue. It tastes a little like soap, and you realize he’d cleaned himself to prepare for this. He’d been secretly hoping you would do this for him.

You are happy to oblige. Fingers spreading his cheeks, you flex your tongue to dip it inside him. 

“Fucking farrik!” he shouts, his body jumping underneath you.

His excitement gives you new life. After four orgasms, you can make an attempt to even the score. 

It’s a bit awkward climbing off of him, crawling up the bed, and squeezing yourself behind him despite all the pillows. Why do you own so many goddamn pillows? 

“What are you doing?” he asks, pleading for your attention as all the blood rushes back into his cock. It bobs hopefully between his thighs, growing harder.

You spread your legs open as wide, so you can situate the Mandalorian more or less into your lap, with your knees placed on either side of him, tucked under his arms.

“Here,” you say, wrapping your arms around his long, lithe torso. “Lean back.” 

Mando obeys, letting himself fall against your chest, breasts pressing into the smooth skin and the pattern of scars lining his back.  

“How are your arms doing?” You feel the tautness of his muscles and set to work soothing them, massaging your hands in aimless patterns over his shoulders, biceps, and forearms, then around his chest to smooth the flat muscle of his pectorals. 

But the bounty hunter remains silent. Unable to voice his desires. 

“Relax,” you whisper, feeling his heart pounding like a drum under your wrist. “You’ve made me so happy. I’m so pleased. Allow me to reward you.” You cup the tender skin of his inner thigh in your palm, drawing upward until the tips of your fingers press gently against his wet hole. 

When he moans with pleasure, you ask, “Have you done this before?”

“No,” he whispers, shaking his head. 

“But this is okay? You like it?” 

He nods enthusiastically but says nothing. 

“Green?”

“Green.”

You flick his ear lobe with your tongue. “It’s going to feel so fucking good. I’m going to make it sweet and easy for you.”

You start with delicate circles using the pads of your fingers. Your other hand wraps around the base of his cock, tightening and loosening your fist as you move up the length of his shaft. Twist and grip, teasing the ridge around the head of his cock with your thumb.

He breathes out hard and lets his head slump against your shoulder. You ask, “Is this enough?”

The Mandalorian clutches at your legs, thrusting urgently into your hand. “More.”

Oh! Well, in that case… 

Reaching an arm out, you slip one of his wrists free from the bindings and guide his hand down between his legs, placing it over his throbbing cock. “I want you to stroke yourself, while I play with you.” Then, your other hand closes over his mouth to pull his head back even further, exposing the long column of his throat.

“Moan for me,” you breathe into his ear. “Let me know how much you want it.”

You place your fingers inside your mouth, sucking on them shamelessly before returning to rub them in tight, ceaseless spirals around his puckered skin.

Then, he does moan—a choked sob against your palm. His muscles relax, and your fingertips dip deeper. His flesh is soft and yielding. You have to resist the urge to make a joke about how you expected his asshole to be tighter. Your knuckles knead and part his flesh, and this time, he whimpers—a definite whimper—that escapes between your fingers.

The Mandalorian had neatly trimmed his nails for you—even his toenails are immaculate. You, on the other hand, have long, polished tips in accordance with the standards of elegant femininity required for your work. He wanted more, but you don’t want to hurt him, so you remove your hands from his body to tear open one of the condoms from the bedside table.

“You like this?” 

“Green,” he gasps, continuing to draw his fist over the length of his shaft. “Fucking forests—fields of green.”

You laugh, relieved that he seems to be enjoying himself. If he really wanted more…

Clambering over his outstretched legs, you position yourself once more between his thighs, lying flat on your stomach. It gives you an amazing view of his absolutely gorgeous cock and surprisingly well-groomed ass cheeks. Oh, he’d definitely been hoping for this! Mando, your little butt-slut. You slip one finger—okay, maybe two—inside the condom, using the lubrication to ease him open.

“Haa!” the Mandalorian whimpers again. “Mmmph!” 

Gods, that’s hot! The noises he’s making and the way his body writhes in pleasure has your stomach clenching. You press your thighs tightly together against the pulsing throb between your legs.

“Fuck,” he gasps. You feel him squeezing around you. Thankfully, the spot you’re seeking isn’t that far inside him.

“Just breathe. That’s right. Arch your back. I knew you’d love this. You’re doing so good. Push that sweet hole onto my fingers.”

Even through the latex, you can feel that small, firm little pebble of tissue under your fingertips. 

“Oh, holy shit!” he shouts again.

“It feels good there, doesn’t it?”

Very slowly, you twist your fingers inside him—gently drawing them out and slipping them back in so he can feel more friction against his nerve endings. He starts to quiver, the muscles in his legs tightening and trembling like a bowstring.

“Doesn’t it feel good when someone else fills you up?” You ask him in a low, sultry voice. “When you can just lie there and take it.”

Tentatively, you start massaging inside him, working your fingers back and forth. The Mandalorian writhes atop the mattress, "Haa!" twisting from side to side, moaning in pleasure. “Haa, hmmm, aah!”

“Don’t worry about how much you can take. Cause it’s not up to you.”

You rise onto your elbows so that you can look upon his face. Because reactions like these really need to be seen to be understood.

“Alright cyar’ika, you’re going to fuck my mouth while I finger you.” It’s not open for debate. “I want to feel your cock throbbing in my mouth. And then, you’re going to swallow every last drop.”

“Annngh!” he cries out as every muscle in his abdomen contracts at once, pushing your fingers out with the force of his surging climax.

“That was almost a word,” you say sarcastically.

“I will,” he groans.

“Do you love eating come, cyar’ika?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

He submits. “I love eating come.”

With a satisfied smile, you take him into your mouth and begin to suck. He’s so huge that you can barely use your tongue, but you bob your head, doing the best you can while pushing your fingers back inside him.

“Fuck, right there. Holy shit, right there.” With each stroke, you alternate softening your touch when sucking harder, pressing harder when you lick slowly. “Oh shit, that feels so fucking good.”

Mando’s free hand cups the back of your head, fingers threading in your hair, and he starts thrusting. His girth forces you to open your jaw all the way, the velvety head of his cock sliding into your throat so that you can hardly draw breath.

“Maker, I love it when you take me deep.”

He fills you all the way to your throat. You gag around him, but he just keeps going. “That’s it…” The Mandalorian thrusts in harder as he tugs on your hair. “Choke on my cock.”

Okay, he’s maybe reclaiming too much dominance, but you’ve no urge to check him. Let him have this! He’s earned it.

You suck harder, massage your fingers faster inside him. Salty come slicks the inside of your mouth, moistening your lips. You brace an elbow against his leg—his thigh muscles rock-hard with tension and use your other hand to start working him, twisting your fist around him with every stroke, pumping his cock.

“Fuck! Yes! Fuck that’s perfect. Don’t change anything. Keep sucking my cock. Don’t stop. Fuck! Please don’t fucking stop. Nnngh!” 

You feel every vein, every throb. The combined sensation of your hand, mouth, and fingers is too much for him. He shouts out your name, and then he comes, filling your mouth with each hot, salty spurt. You hold it under your tongue, saving it for him.

“Keeping sucking. Aah, aah, aah. I’m gonna come again. Fuck I’m going to fill your mouth with come. Haa-aah.” 

You marvel at the bulge of his calf muscles as he digs his heels into the mattress, vaulting his hips off the bed. He lets out a stream of incomprehensible words. Prayers—profanity—you have no idea. You really should learn more Mando’a. 

The bounty hunter collapses back onto the pillows, still shuddering through every wave of incomparable pleasure. Crawling up his body, swaying your hips, you grip his face tightly between your fingers, forcing his jaw open with your thumb. Then, you gather the well of his come onto your tongue and spit it into his open mouth.

“Say thank you,” you lean forward and purr into his ear teasingly. But it’s the wrong thing to say.

“Red.”

The Mandalorian slips his other wrist free from the binding and grabs you by the nape of your neck, pushing you back onto the bed underneath him. Panic floods your body. Is he going to hurt you? Some men become angry after realizing how much they enjoy something others tell them to be ashamed of. Some men make masculinity into a prison.

Tears well behind your eyes. You don’t want to be brutalized by this man you care for so deeply. But he gathers you into his arms and kisses your hair. 

“Fuck, woman, you sucked me dry.”

You feel hot teardrops pooling against your neck. Not yours—they’re his. He’d come so hard he was crying. “Hold me,” he pleads, and your arms spring up to wrap around him. Nestling his forehead against your shoulder, you stroke up and down the length of his spine while his body shudders, saying nothing as he chokes back sobs.

“I feel empty,” he says, finally breaking through the silence. “Not hollow…but like…there’s nothing inside me, no tension left in my body. It just…exists.” The Mandalorian’s voice is so profoundly contemplative. “Is this what being relaxed feels like?”

You both stare at each other before bursting into hysterical laughter. You fall onto the pillows, the laughter trailing off, only to rise again out of the silence. Mando laughs until his body seems to ache, until he collapses back, limp and wrung out, glistening with sweat.

You let your head fall onto his chest, listening to the hard rasp of his breathing.

“Can you go again?” he asks, whispering into your ear. And fuck, if that doesn’t nearly set you off again.

“Don’t tempt me,” you laugh. Your voice is hoarse from all the screaming—and taking his cock down your throat.

“I’m not tempting,” he says somberly against your hair. “I’m giving. I want to give it to you sweet.”

You drape an arm over him and prop your chin up against the back of your hand. “Sweet can be a little kinky.” 

“Part of me wants you to bite me hard enough to leave a scar…so that every time I look down, I’d remember how wild you got, riding my cock. Your wet cunt of midnight. But…please,” he sighs, brushing the tendrils of sweat-soaked hair from your face. “Please. I need to be sweet.”

“Whatever you need, Mando.”

“I know you know my name,” he whispers against your temple. “I want to hear you say it.”

You turn your head to look at him. “I want to give you everything, Djarin. Everything you need.”

The mask hides his eyes, but you feel them searching your soul for answers.

“I need you,” he says. “You’re what I need. ”

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Until next time...

[slamminslamminmcgill]

breeding kink joel is infecting my mind he won’t leave me alone. imagining him slowly rocking into me after filling me up to keep it inside and then we just go to sleep like that. wrruf wrufruf arf:3

BARKBARKBARKBARK i gotchu :3

warning: breeding kink, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy

“Nghhh, shit… So fuckin’ tight, kiddo… Gon’ milk me fuckin’ dry… Yeah, c'mon, boy, give that pussy to your Daddy...”

Joel’s breath was hot against your ear as he rutted into you with all his body weight. He had his arms around your back, keeping your limp body squished up against his in a tight bear hug. You appreciated the extra support, since you’d squirted out about half your brain cells by now. For an old man with self-proclaimed shitty knees, his stamina was impressive. At this rate, you weren’t sure which was coming first: him, or all your bones turning into goo. Your arms and legs were flaccid, barely sticking to his back with all the sweat and body heat between you both. Insightful conversation was long gone for you, and in its place was incoherent babbling. “Oh, fu-u-ahhh, my gah… my god, fuck… D-Daddyyy…”

“That’s right, baby, Daddy’s here… Daddy’s—mmm—Daddy’s right fuckin’ here… All the way deep inside you, boy… Such a good boy… Makin’ Daddy feel so good, pretty boy…” Joel’s softly-spoken, sugary sweet words were the icing on the cake, a cake that you’d overstuffed yourself on, and were now in the midst of a sugar crash.

Even through the onslaught of overstimulation, your hoarse vocal cords croaked out a quiet appreciation. “A-Ah, hah… Tha-... Thank you, Daddy…”

“You’re welcome, baby boy…” Joel speckled kisses on your temple, down your jaw, and along your neck. You felt his hips stutter, a telltale sign of impending climax, and he inhaled sharply. “Ooh, fuck, Daddy’s gonna cum, baby… Got a big load for my special boy… Gon’ fill you up so good—shit! Shit!”

Joel squeezed your body like he was trying to pop you, and came with a feral growl that resonated deep in his chest. His cock throbbed and spilled inside you, his cum filling what little space there was between your skin and his. No matter how smart and self-assured you were in your day-to-day life, Joel Miller could wreck you, leaving you nothing more than a well-used sex doll plugged with his seed.

But he’d never leave you like that. Pulling out of such a nice, warm, not to mention filled-up hole? Blasphemous. He wouldn’t dream of it. Plus, he had to check in on you. “Still with me, baby boy?”

The rush of post-sex endorphins always left you a giggly mess. Smiley and loopy, your limbs flopped onto the mattress below. “Hehehe... yeah! Yeah, I’m—ah!”

You were cut off when Joel thrust his hips just an inch or two forward, just enough to make you squeal like that. It made him laugh. "What? Gotta keep it all in, baby." His scratchy beard nuzzled against your cheek and he sighed. "Comfy?"

“Mhm.”

“Yeah? I’m not too heavy for ya?”

“Mm-mm…” You yawned. “I like it… Feels like a weighted—" He thrust his hips again, making you squirm and whimper beneath him. "Mm! W-weight... weighted blanket…”

Joel chuckled, "Good. Cause I'm not pullin' out til morning." He swept some of your sweat-drenched hair out of your face, and smooched your glistening forehead.

"G'night, kiddo."

[chrystal-ink]

Shadvent calendar Day 8

Shadow x GN Reader

Snowman

Shadow sat in the living room watching you from the window as you stood in the front yard forming a plan in your head. "What on earth are they doing?" he thought to himself.

He watched you bend down and create a snowball. "they better not bring that in the house" his worries were soon proven to be baseless as you placed the snowball back on the ground and ... began rolling it around? what.

letting his curiosity get the better of him he put on his coat and made his way out to you.

you were off in your own little world there was a task at hand and you needed to complete it. you carefully rolled the snowball around, your smiling as it grew in size picking up more and more snow as you went.

You were chasing the nostalgic high remembering the days of your childhood when school would be called out and there was nothing to do but play in the white fluffy miracle that mother nature had left for you. you were so focused on your task that you didn't notice your partner coming up behind you.

"What are you doing?"

"Gah!" you jumped abandoning your snowball on the ground. "oh, hi." you laughed. "I'm just making a snowman."

"Why?"

"I was feeling nostalgic"

"you did this a lot as a child?"

"Of course, everyone who grew up in a snowy climate did, or at least tried to."

"is it hard?"

"Not really, except maybe when you're little, even then it's pretty easy, you just need someone who can lift heavy stuff. Wanna join?"

"I'm not interested in doing children's activities."

"Oh come on, it's not that bad, besides you've never done it before, why not try just this once, please."

"Fine, just this once."

you gave Shadow a smile as you instructed him on how to construct the middle. once all the pieces were complete and assembled you grabbed some rocks and made a little smiley face.

"There, ta da!"

"He's not done he needs a nose."

"Since when were you the expert on snowman construction"

"It's in every depiction of a snowman. if I'm building a snowman I'm going to do it right." he stated before walking back into the house presumably to grab a carrot.

You smiled at him as he walked away, choosing to make your new task finding some arms for the newest member of your family. unfortunately the only thing you could find were tiny twigs, shadow would most definitely disapprove of the little twigs for arms but you had a better idea.

Shadow came back out as you were finishing up the final details.

"Perfect you're back hand me the carrot."

Obeying he handed you the vegetable, you happily took it shoving it into the middle of the face.

"Done!" you declared.

Shadow came around to the front to see you placed twigs around the eyes giving the snowman a permanent scowl.

"he looks just like his father"

"He's a snowman he doesn't have a father"

"He needs a name"

"No he does not."

"I've got it! Shadow Jr. !"

"Absolutely not."

"It's perfect."

"You've been hanging out with Sonic too much."

You laughed Kissing his cheek.

"I'm just playing love."

"I know my dear" He said smiling at you pulling you into a hug "besides Y/N Jr. fits better."

you giggled "agreed."

The two of you made your way into the house holding hands leaving your snowman proudly displayed for the neighborhood to see.

[mayisgoingnuts]

Lee!Lucifer X Ler!Reader Scenario

Warnings: Some swearing but that's all, only did it for comfort.

Author's note: Lucifer. Brainrot. That's everything I have to say for now 😞🙏💞

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"Be careful with those, they don't get pretty all by themselves, y'know?" Lucifer says with a calm smile, which quickly shifts to a more "cocky" smirk. "Well, maybe they do."

You chuckle at his stupid comment, slowly returning your eyes to your main goal: his wings. A pair of wings was already amazing for you, but now three? No way you would lose the chance to check on them. See them, admire them, touch them...

You slowly caress one of them, taking a good look and with your eyes almost shining in amusement. "They're so soft..."

"Right?"

But as you keep stroking his wings and exploring each inch, you can hear a light snicker coming from him. He cover his mouth and looks away, not wanting to interrupt you.

"Huh? What happened?"

"N-Nothing, nothing. Just be extra careful there, alright?" Lucifer answers, looking at what people normally call a 'wingpit'.

"Ah... does it hurt? Sorry if I-"

"No no you didn't hurt me, it's just... ehhh... y'know..." He tries his best to explain without actually turning it even more embarassing, making a few hand movements aswell. "...sensitive?"

It took you a few seconds to understand, but once you did, your confused expression changed almost instantely.

"Oh, alright. I'll be gentle." But as you spoke, your fingers traced around that same spot once again. "See?"

Lucifer jumped a little on his bed.

"Okay, now this one was on purpose!"

"No idea what you're talking about."

The rythm of your fingers did not changed, basically dancing on Lucifer's wings. Everything he was able to do was cover his eyes with a single hand, using the other to grab the sheets tightly.

"Goddahahammit!"

"Wow, your feathers are so nice to touch... I could stay here all day." You say, wearing the happiest smirk you could have right now.

His superior wing flapped lightly as you kept tickling it, only making it worse for Lucifer himself as you now barely needed to move your hand.

"You better not hit me with those."

"It's really hahard not tohoho!"

"...was that a complain or a threat?"

"Bohoth- AH!"

You knew he wouldn't help himself, this man just loved giving you motives to keep going. As a consequence of his "rebel" answer, you let go of his wings, going straight to his ribs.

"H-HEHEHEY!"

"I just felt offended! I'm complimenting you, and you're threatening me to attack me with your wings? Tsk, tsk... not nice."

"COME OHOHON!"

Due his constant squirming, you decided to put a little pressure, pushing him down to the bed to make it easier for the both of you. His wings were so fun to watch too, it was almost like he was about to open flight.

"Just don't fly outta here." You joked.

His giggles and laughter were a mix now, creating this goofy yet adorable (in your opinion atleast) laugh of his. Lucifer kicked strongly in the air, trying to avoid using that huge strength of his on you and end up pushing you away; or worse, throw you away.

The demon's ribs began to have a bit more of mercy as you moved your fingers off of them, but only so you could reach his armpits. They moved very very slowly, tickling all the way 'til there.

"W-Wait! Wait! I- I knohohow what you're doing, dohohon't you dare!"

"Nothing is stopping me to do so..."

"Because I cahahan't! Hehehehe!"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his poor attempt to make it look like he's not letting you do that. "Will it make you happier if I pretend that I believe you?"

"Yehehes! Wait, nohoho!" Your teases were making him way too nervous to think coherently, much less speak. "Fuhuhuck, I don't knohohow!"

"If you say so." Just a few more inches before it hits a death spot... "I won't stop, because I'm evil and I love seeing you "suffer" with your oh, so "hated" tickles!"

"G-Gah- No- Nahahah-"

"And you know what would make me even more evil?"

"I don't wanna know! I dohon't wanna know!!"

It felt just like a button. You pressed his armpits, and Lucifer let out a cackle as soon as you did so.

He tried to roll from one side to another, and as he tried to protect his own weak points, it just made your thumbs get stuck there. All you needed to do was wiggle them, tickling them whenever you feel like it.

"SHIHIHIT! SHIT! SHIHIHIT! I CAN'T TAHAHAKE IT!"

"Just raise your arms, like that I can get my hands back!"

"THEN STOHOP MOVING YOUR FIHIHIHINGERS!"

You went silent, looking away with a bratty smile. "Now you're asking for too much."

"OH HOW I HAHATE YOHOHOU!"

It would be just a matter of time until you stopped and finally let him rest, but for that, Lucifer needed to grow tired of the tickles first.

No, you didn't need to "free him".

After all, getting rid of you was a task that he could've done as soon as you touched him.

He just decided not to.

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

hey so how do you think the 2003 tmnt boys would deal with having dated their s/o for two years now, is anniversary, and the brothers, or April or Casey asks, “so 2 years, do you two think you’ll last longer?” And s/o is just like “I’d marry this one if I could”?

This ask 🥺🥺 I feel my mind already racing with headcanons that I need to get out GAH!!

The topic of marriage?!

🐢💙❤️2003 TMNT x Reader💜🧡🐢

Word Count: 1054

CW: Gender-neutral reader, they/them is used but you can replace them with your pronouns! Topics of marriage are brought up! Mushy turtles, pure fluff ahead!

You and your partner have been together in probably the best relationship you’ve ever been in. It’s always had its ups and downs, but you two have always pushed through! And now your second anniversary is arriving soon and neither of you can’t wait to proceed with your future together!

Well, during a conversation between you, the guys, April and Casey, the question of, “So, two years… Do you guys think you’ll last longer?” Causing April to shoot Casey a small glare when he asked this, (let’s be honest he didn’t mean it in an insensitive way he’s just asking because it’s a genuine question).

Without missing a beat, you were quick to answer, “I’d marry him if I could.” A smile playing on your lips, not really noticing the subtle squeeze on your hand from your partner.

🐢💙Leonardo💙🐢

💙 Leo is over THE MOON! You would want to marry him?! Really?! Any insecurity of you possibly thinking about ever wanting somebody else is gone in an instance. You want him, and only him, and this man couldn’t be any happier.

💙 He’s thinking about it the whole time and is noticeably more spaced out because of it. He is on cloud nine and is absolutely fantasizing about the wedding you guys could have…

💙 Later that night you and him lay in his bed snuggled up together, the candles flickering softly as you read and he rested on you, his head in your lap. Finally, you ask him, “Hey, Leo? You okay? You’ve been out of it a lot tonight.”

💙 Leo could only smile up at you, “Oh, it’s nothing, just thinking about what you said earlier.” And once it hit you, you couldn’t help but blush a bit and smile with him.

💙 He was extra cuddly and affectionate towards you for the following months (along with being more protective too), he just could not get that memory out of his head. I wouldn’t be surprised if he popped the question leading up those months. <3

🐢❤️Raphael❤️🐢

❤️ Raph’s ego grew more along with the swelling in his chest. This giant turtle had some insecurities, I mean, as a mutant turtle growing up with the possibility of never being able to live a normal life like any average Joe?

❤️ He’s thrilled at the thought that you’d want to marry him because he’s definitely thought about it too. Getting some slice of normalcy. You know how I mentioned how he’s daydreamed about your first date? Well after the first year, he daydreamed about your future together too.

❤️ Get married, settle down, maybe even start a family, whether it be through somehow making a kid, adopting an actual child or just having fur-babies to be your kids.

❤️ Either way, he’s stoked, and he’s CONFIDENT TOO, oh man you just gave him ammo to tease you with, (don’t worry he’ll stop if you ask him to). He will definitely say things like, “I don’t blame you for wanting to marry me, I mean, look at me!” While flexing, making you laugh as he softly smirked.

❤️ Actually grows more overprotective over you too! Like… It’s surprising. He was already overprotective of you, but now he’s just more overprotective. He wants his future spouse to be safe after all! And ain’t nothin’ gonna touch you when Raph’s around and ready to brawl with any criminal who tries to hurt you.

🐢💜Donatello💜🐢

💜 Donnie froze a moment as he heard this, and his whole brain paused before quietly glancing over at you in a shy manner. Marriage? Oh man, he didn’t predict this as a result of tonight’s get-together!

💜 Don’t worry, he’s actually really mushy inside. He feels like a schoolgirl getting all squirmy and bashful because her crush confessed to her! He ends up getting more fidgety with your hands and stutters a bit.

💜 It’ll be on his mind for a good while, but as of now, he’s too shy to bring it up to you. Not until it slips up during your actual anniversary anyways. He was ranting as always about something, and well, that ended up slipping out. It honestly surprised you that he was thinking about that, it was really endearing.

💜 And trust me, it’ll always be running through his mind for a long time, he just hopes your opinion will stay the same throughout the years. But until then, Donnie decided to make the both of you promise rings! He presented it to you one day, feeling warm when you seemed so excited about it. “I want to marry you, but I’m also not 100% ready for marriage either. But when the day comes, I’ll propose with the prettiest of rings.”

💜 You made his century when he saw you wear that ring everyday. To him it meant that you were willing to wait until he was ready too, and he was thankful for that patience you gifted him with, and he was looking forward to what came in your future together.

🐢🧡Michelangelo🧡🐢

🧡 Mikey would just as casually say with a laugh, “Oh yeah! Me too! … WAIT REALLY?!” And he jumped up and grabbed your hands excitedly. You had only see this kind of excitement when Donnie had built the Shell Raiser all those years ago.

🧡 Bro is so excited, “Why not now?!” And now you were in a bit of shock, and Raph was quick to but-in, “You need to propose with a ring, knucklehead!” Now Mikey is pouting. You end up hugging him and comforting him.

🧡 But in no-means is he deterred by Raph’s comment, he is now determined, and he’s been talking with April about what he should do, and that’s when suggested, “Why not make your own ring?” He stared a moment before he was quick to go, “April, you’re a genius!”

🧡 With Mikey though, he’s easy to get side-tracked and distracted often, and when it came to things that took a lot of time, he got frustrated easily. But he wasn’t gonna give up!

🧡 When he finally finished, (with Donnie’s help after he begged the poor man), he was basically vibrating with excitement! He was stoked and wanted to propose right away, but with April and his brother’s advice, he figured he’d find a more romantic way of doing it… He might put that ring in your slice of pizza, let’s be honest.

GAAH, gonna be honest, I was a little stumped with Mikey last night and had to sleep on it, change some things, all that fun jazz. Once again spoiling Mikey’s moment, but maybe at some point I’ll make proposal headcanons! Also, if you want, I’m thinking of making a taglist, if you want to be tagged, let me know!

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What A Discovery! (Wind Breaker) **TickleTober2024**

Hey hey! Welcome to week 3 of Tickletober!!! I was chatting with a good friend (you know who you are- hi bestie!) while they were watching Wind Breaker and this was born! I hope y'all like it! :D

Sakura only knew fists. He knew pain, he knew bruises, he knew the feeling of hands wanting to hurt him and not much else.

The hands on him now were soft and warm, gentle even. Holding his waist from behind, they steadied him on his chair as he reached for the box of halloween decorations. “Sakura, be careful!”

“I’m fine! You don’t need to hold me while I do this!” His face was on fire the second Nirei’s hands connected, and it stayed warm the entire eternity he was there. “I’m not some clutz like you-”

He leaned forward, and the chair shook. Sakura nearly bit his tongue when he felt his balance shift. The blonde gasped behind him and grabbed on tighter.

“GAH!”

“Sakura?” Nirei gasped, suddenly scared. “Are you okay? Did you hit your head?”

Sakura wished he did, mortified at the sound he let out. All the blood was rushing to his head, making him feel dizzy. He grabbed onto the ledge of the closet shelf, pressing his forehead against it to steady himself. “I’m fine- just let me go.”

“No way! You’re shaking like a leaf! Come on- let me help you down first.” Nirei insisted, frowning at how red Sakura was. He pressed in again with some urgency, wanting Sakura down and safe immediately. Again, the other boy made a noise, jerking away from the touch. His movement sent him falling off the chair.

And into the arms of Suo.

“Hello there, Sakura.” He smirked his usual smile, one visible eye glinting with knowing mischief. “What do we have here?”

“What?” Nirei asked just as Sakura blurted out “Nothing!”

“Nothing, or something?” He asked, his smile growing as he curled his fingers against the same spot. Sakura all but jerked at the touch, sucking in a sharp breath and blushing fiercely. “Sakura~ I think you’re hiding something from me~”

“N-No! No do-dohoohohn’t!” He tried his best, but the insistent curling of Suo’s fingers against that awful spot along his waist was too much. Soon Sakura was giggling through his teeth, tightly grasping the redhead’s wrists as he squirmed. “Geehhehhet ohohohoff, yoohohohu jeheheherk!”

“No way- Sakura’s ticklish?” Nirei whipped his notebook out so fast, pen in hand and scribbling before it was even fully open. “What a discovery! No wonder he got all twitchy when I was holding him! Is it just his waist? Where else is he ticklish?”

“Gohohoho ahwhahahhay! I’m nohohohoht tihihihicklish! I’m juhuhuhust ahahhangry!” The heterochromatic teen cried, releasing one wrist to swat at the blonde. This proved to be a mistake as Suo quickly brought his freed hand to his armpit, pressing in. “AH! Aheahhahahahha, nohohoohoho!” He shot his arm down quickly, but it did nothing. “Suuhuhuhuo, gheheheet ohohohout!”

“Add armpits to the list, Nirei.” Suo chuckled as he focused his efforts on Sakura’s upper ribs, drilling into the spot with devastating accuracy. “Ribs too! Upper ribs to be exact.”

“Ghahahahahahahahhahahaha! Ahehahahahahaha, shihihihihihihih-EEHEHEHEK!” The giggly teen all but dropped to the floor when Suo pinched along his lower set, grabbing onto the hand with shaking fingers. “Nohohohohohohho! Nohohoho, gohohooh awhhahahay! Gohohoho ahwhahhahahahy!”

“Full set of ribs is a go.” Nirei laughed along with him, puffing with excitement. “What about his belly?”

“NOHOHOHO!” Sakura sounded shrill. Suo and Nirei shared a look of glee.

“Sakura~ Lemme check.” Suo cooed at him sweetly, battling flailing limbs and scratching nails to get at the other boy’s stomach. “The more you fight, the more you convince me it’s pretty bad!”

“Screhehehew yohoohohu! Suuhuhuho, Suuhuhuho pleaahha-AHHAHAHASE!” Sakura all but screamed when Suo’s fingers connected, clawing at the skin beneath his white tee while dodging Sakura’s spasmodic movements. “NOOHOHOOH DOOHOHON’T YOHOHOHOU DHAHAHHARE!”

“Whoa, and I thought I was bad.” Nirei mused, underlining the spot in his notes several times. “Seems like that’s a real giggle spot for our Sakura, huh?”

“Seems like it.” Suo pulled a fast one and sat on Sakura’s hips, switching back to ribs to give Sakura a much needed breather. “I wonder what would make you shrill though?”

“I dohohohon’t know! Aheahhahha chohohome ohohohon! Giihihihive me a brehahhahhak!” Sakura pleaded, tapping rapidly against Suo’s thigh until the other boy let up. When he could breathe again, he dragged an arm across his face, shielding himself from their soft smiles. “Ehehehe..ehehhehee..ohoohkay..hahahng on for juhuhust a sehhehecond.”

“Oh?” Suo blinked, surprised but delighted. Nirei looked just as surprised. “You want us to keep going?”

“Shuuhuuht up! I dihihihdn’t say that!” Sakura griped, red as a beet. “Buhut you’re gonna do it ahahanyway. Might ahahas well fihihind out nhoohow.”

“Of course, of course. Totally not because you’re having fun, right?” Suo teased, bringing his hands to Sakura’s hips. Before the blushing teen could respond, he pressed in sharply, making Sakura arch and yelp before dissolving into giggles. “Not here, but this is a good one.”

“Lemme get in on this!” Nirei boldly proclaimed, sitting above Sakura’s head and worming his fingers into his neck. Said boy yelped and scrunched, his laughter thickening, but not giving the reaction they wanted. “Aww, he makes cute noises here!”

“So adorable.” Suo cooed sweetly before reaching all the way back, giving Sakura’s thighs a squeeze. Again, lots of giggles, but not the shrill shrieks of laughter they were seeking.

“Doohoohohn’t cahahhahall me thahahahhat! Aheahhahah, cohohohome on- cahahahan’t yoohohouhuhu fihihihnd it?”

“Someone’s eager. Alright- bringing out the big guns.” Suo twisted around so he was facing Sakura’s legs, grabbing a calf and yanking off a shoe. He waited for dramatic effect before scribbling rapidly into Sakura’s socked foot.

The reaction was near immediate.

“GEHAHHAHA!” Sakura all but screeched, his squirms renewing as he flailed about. He kicked so hard Suo nearly lost his good eye, leaning back just in time. Nirei wasn’t so lucky as he got smacked with a flying hand, wincing some before grabbing onto Sakura’s wrists and pinning them down. “AHHAHAHAHA! SOHOHOHOHN OF A BIIIIIIIIIHHIHIHIHIHIHI! OHOHOKAHAHAY OHOOHHOKAY STAHHAHAP!”

“Found it!” Suo cheered as he released him, climbing off his squirming legs while Nirei jumped back. Sakura pulled a series of moves before he was on his feet once more, fist raised and shaky with residue laughter. “Aww, look at you! You’re like a kitten wired up to play!”

“He really is!” Nirei laughed out loud, delighted. Sakura’s glare made him shrink some, but only a little. “Hehe, sorry.”

“Aww, don’t be so scary, Sakura.” Suo poked his sides until he was smiling once more, easily dodging the returning jab. “You told us to find it!”

“And we did! Sakura’s got some seriously ticklish feet!” Nirei scribbled his final notes, slapping it shut with a proud smile. “Don’t you feel better now? Laughter is good for the soul!”

“What- who told you that bull-” Sakura began, but Suo’s hushed voice in his ear made him rethink his entire stance. “You know..maybe you got a point, Nirei.”

“I do?” The blonde looked surprised. Sakura struggled not to grin.

“Yeah. In fact- you make such a good point, I want to put your words into practice.” Finally he let his smirk take over, a wolfish grin of sinister delight as he raised his clawed hands. “Come here.”

Nirei yelped, wide eyed and giggly with anticipation. Between Sakura’s slow approach and Suo’s devious glint, he knew immediately he was screwed. “Oh eheheh…I should go-” He turned to run, flying down the school halls while his friends chased him. The box of Halloween decorations was forgotten as the sound of Nirei’s laughter filled the space around them.

Thanks for reading!