#I don’t Know what the fuck my body is doing but I haven’t slept since yesterday morning

[whump-it-like-its-hot]

Idea! Make your Whumpee sick, and then make them completely unable to sleep <3

Give them a murdering headache, fever, chills, pain everywhere, and then take away their ability to sleep it all off. They close their eyes, hope so desperately to make time go faster, but when they open their eyes again, barely 10 minutes have passed.

[xazse]

OK OK SO i was thinking, if you do another part to the satosugu merman au, that you could add omegaverse elements to it! and if you don’t want to do the merman au, then you could write something for regular satosugu (or just suguru 🤭) i’m NAWT picky, i just want my men to have more a/b/o fics 😣

Warnings: A/b/o dynamics + first time writing something like this so tips are appreciated!! + cumming inside + mentions of pregnancy + merman!SatoSugu + hybrid!men x human!reader + weird anatomy

Satoru and Suguru have been acting weird, they’ve brought you little treasures from where they emerge before but now it’s an everyday thing, they’re constantly in your face asking if you like it and if you’ll put it in your nest? The hell is a nest? When you’d first ask they laughed and then all of a sudden got serious, did you honestly not know what that is?

“Different species remember guys?” You couldn’t count how many times they’ve been forgetting that you’re a human and not like them.

“Oh”

“Yeah”

You don’t mind the gifts, they always are extremely beautiful you make sure to give your thanks and each of them a little kiss on the cheek.

A few days have passed and things haven’t improved, there’s was even a moment where Suguru had snapped at you for giving Satoru an extra kiss, but Satoru was the one who insisted on it. If Suguru had asked you would have gladly given him one. When he had seen your hurt expression he profusely apologized and ushered to give you a hug.

You had brought up some more weird instances to them, but they couldn’t quite explain why they’d been acting like this. All they could describe it was a sense of needing you and needing to be near you at all times. You sometimes even slept at the beach to appease to their worries.

It was another one of those nights where the atmosphere was thick and you could already tell just by the men’s body language that they needed something.

They won’t outright say it though, they prefer when you initiate it.

You’re all relaxing on the beach halfway in the water, you’re just rambling on about your day and whatnot whilst Suguru and Satoru are struggling to not fuck you already. They hate how you can’t smell how needy they are. They hate how they can smell you and your delicious juices in between your thighs.

It’s been many weeks since you’ve all last had sex, they could only touch their sodden slits and cocks only so much until their heats had hit and they hit like a damn truck.

They had a little bit of control not to show their bad behavior around you.

Suguru is tired though, he starts pressing little kisses to the column of your neck, which in turn has Satoru touching and groping your boobs.

Those little kisses turn into deep full on hickeys, Suguru is suckling on your neck completely lost. He grabs your hands and leads them to his slit, you’re so taken aback just how wet the inside is. His cute cock is slowly coaxing itself out of its sheath, fully being exposed to the cool air and dripping precum.

Both of their breathing has picked up as they get needier and needier by the second.

Satoru tears your shirt off, ripping it down the middle, you’re about to scold him but his mouth is latching onto your nipple and sucking hardly, he’s sucking like an uncontrolled newborn infant. You know your nipples are gonna be in a ton of pain tomorrow, but you’ll let him have it right now.

They look content right now, but are getting rougher, tough hands roaming all over your body. Is this what their heat was? You could hardly recognize the sweet men who made sure to always make sure you were okay.

Suguru pulls your shorts along with your panties off your body, pleading with you to sit on his cock, ride him till he cums he begs and begs. Glancing down at Satoru you see he’s jerking his cock off, it looks like he’s literally already came on himself but won’t stop pumping his cock.

You oblige and offer to take Suguru first, maneuvering yourself you hover over his cock, he’s so fucking excited and ready, he can’t wait to be the first to pump you full of his cum.

You slowly sink yourself down on his fat length, his pretty long black hair is sticking to his face as he leans back and watches your pussy get filled with him, it’s lewd how your hole stretches to accommodate him.

“Nhgnn..” he sounds cute, a little girlish almost. When you bottom out, Suguru is drooling and becoming incoherent, this has never happened, hes not even moving signaling you to bring him to completion.

You bounce your pretty ass lightly and softly at first, grinding down on him slightly, it feels good, his cock is hot and feels snug against your walls.

Something fills you up not even thirty seconds in, you can hear the poor merman apologizing profusely, he didn’t mean to cum that quickly but he really can’t help it!

His cum feels thick and a bit more heavier inside you, you pay no mind to this. It has been a while he was backed up probably.

Satoru is still playing with his pretty cock as he watches you get Suguru off, he thinks he’s about to have his turn something startles you when you feel something swell inside of you, it hurts but there’s a slight pleasure underneath it.

They look so dewy and happy, dopy grins decorating their face at how you took Suguru’s knot and as soon as it swells down you’ll take Satoru’s.

Your cunt feels full and once again so damn good, you reach down and rub your nub, the sensations make you moan and twitch like a damn virgin.

When Suguru’s knot eventually does go down it’s Satoru’s turn, he wastes absolutely no time in fucking his cock into your already dripping pussy. He goes on and on about how pretty you’ll look with their babies and how they’ll take such good care of you. You aren’t fully understanding what they’re saying, not when you’re on the verge of passing out

[cjjohansson]

i don't want to feel anyone but you.

natasha romanoff x reader - something happens on a mission that leaves natasha ignoring you for a month, until she finds out what actually happened. -- reader has a penis. angst. fluff. smut.

18+!!!!! - masterlist ♡

“It’s been weeks Y/n…what the hell happened on that mission?” Bucky nudges you as you stay staring at the ceiling laying down in my bed. It’s weird for you to be in this bed, in this room. It’s so bare compared to what your room is like with Natasha. You haven’t stepped foot in this room in over 2 years. 

“Y/n?” Bucky nudges you yet again, your head turning to face him, his concern written all over his face. 

“You were both undercover, you both said the mission went fine and got what you needed but since then you’ve slept in this room. The cameras on the jet have been wiped from you on the way back. You both refuse to be in the same room as each other. Nevermind the fact no one even sees your face anymore and Natasha is holed up in the gym for the majority of the day…” 

“Buck…please, just, please. Leave this alone.” You need time and space. You haven’t even allowed yourself time to think about what happened. 

“Ok. Ok, I won’t. But you know where I am if you need me.” Bucky stands up to leave and you let him walk away with no care in the world. 

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It’s 2:52am, well that is what it says on the tiny clock in the corner of the kitchen. You swing the fridge open, hoping someone left you some leftover pizza. 

Just as you're about to grab the box, the door opens slowly. Your head turns to face the other person who is also up at this hour but you're left stock still when your eyes lock with Natashas. 

It’s been 4 weeks since your mission. 3 weeks of not seeing her face at all even though you live in the same building. 

You close the fridge door, suddenly not hungry. You keep your eyes locked on hers. She hasn’t moved either. You're sure you could cut the tension with a knife. 

“Tash-”

“Please don’t.” Natasha breaks eye contact then. Her body folding into itself right in front of your eyes. It hurts you to see her like this. 

“If you just let me-” You try again to just talk but she won’t let you.

“Her hands were all over you Y/n. And you didn't push her away. I was on the other side of the room, trying to do OUR job. While you stood there and let some slut put her hands all over you!” Frustration fills your whole body when she speaks, that isn't what happened. You spent the whole journey back from the mission arguing but she wasn't letting any of it happen. 

“That is not what happened and you know it! People were already staring at me and her. She was the target's sister. I would never cheat on you, ever.”

“YOU LET HER TOUCH YOU!” 

“For god sake Natasha! Do you know how many times i have had to watch you go on fucking honey pot missions and I've stood there silently while random creepy men put their hands all over you! Kiss your fucking neck and grope you?!” You didn't think you could get more frustrated, but somehow you are. 

“That is not fair. And you know it.” Natasha walks towards you finally. Her finger digging into your chest after every word. 

“Friday, pull up my coms and hidden camera from my last mission with Nat.”

Natasha raises her eyebrows at you, then turns her head to the hologram on the kitchen island where your footage is now waiting to be played. 

“Let me buy you a drink.” Leonie, the target's sister whispers into your ear.

“I’m good thanks, my girlfriend will be back in a minute.” You say back to her, moving to the left to get out of her way. Anything to get away from this woman. 

“Well, she isn't here now. Come on, let me buy you a drink and show you a good time.” She whispers to you again, as her arms turn your body towards her and she runs her hands up and down your chest. 

“Hmmm, I’m perfectly ok. Thanks. Now if you could get the fuck off of me and leave me alone that would be appreciated.” You make the point of moving her hands off of your chest, taking another step back. You just wish Nat would hurry up and get what you both needed so this could be over with. 

But Leonie only moves closer towards you, her hands gripping onto you harder. 

“Friday, stop.” The video stops at Natashas words. Her hand swipes the hologram so it fades away. She places both hands on the table and you stay still while you watch her body tense and then ease over and over. 

“I’m sorry. I just, I saw her touching you and I jumped to conclusions. I just-” Natasha turns to you, tears falling from her eyes while she runs her hands through her hair. It’s the first time you’ve seen her in a month. And it’s also the worst you have ever seen her too. 

Dark black bags lay underneath her eyes, she hasn’t been sleeping well. Which you're not shocked about, she can hardly sleep when you're not next to her. Her hair is dirty, her top has old food down the front. She is hardly herself. And seeing her like this, it kills you. She is always so well put together, so seeing her the complete opposite makes everything fly from your head. 

“Shhh, it’s okay. I-I get it. Shhh, come on. I’m here.” You pull her into your arms holding her head to your chest. You knew you’d give in, especially seeing her crying, it has always been a weakness for you. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I love you so much and I just- I should have let you speak but I didn’t. I was so hurt and angry, I’m sorry.” She sobs into your chest, your heart breaking even more. Natasha is never like this, it shocks you so much that part of you doesn’t truly know how to help her.

“I know, I’m sorry too, I’m sorry too baby. Come on, let’s calm down. I love you too.” You pull her head from your chest, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Her tears slow down and she finally takes in a whole breath. Her body calmed down. 

Her body slums into your own, one of your hands moving to lift her leg, silently telling her to jump up. Her legs wrap around your waist as you walk you both over to the elevator, pressing onto your shared floor. Natasha’s head stays put in the crook of your neck, while you walk through towards the ensuite. 

You wrap your arm around her waist so she knows to stay put while you lean down and start to run a bath. You know she isn’t going to be able to sleep yet, her body still needs to calm down some more.

You lower her to the floor, a vulnerable whimper coming from Natasha while her feet touch the floor. You make sure to put her favorite bubble bath in before you turn around and help take off her shirt. The rest of her clothes follow soon. But Natashas hand reaching out for your own clothes doesn’t shock you as much as you thought, she needs your touch, she needs your comfort. It only makes sense she wants you in the bath with her. 

You help her in first before you slide in behind her. Her body relaxes into your own before you make her lean forward again so you can help to wash her hair. It’s silent while you help wash each other. Natasha now facing you with her legs either side of your waist, while she rests her forehead on your own with her eyes closed.

You feel Natasha shiver, knowing it’s time to finally get out. You reluctantly pull away, another whimper falling from her lips when you stand up and get out of the tub, making sure to drain it while grabbing both of you a towel. But Natasha only drops her own towel in favor of yours, making her body lean against yours while you wrap you both up in your own towel.

The silence seems comforting as you lead you both into the bedroom, Natasha forgoes her clothes and instead shuffles into the bed, leaving the cover open for you. You already know what she needs and forget about clothes yourself while you follow after her. 

Her chest presses into your own as she positions herself to lay on top of you, the need for skin on skin contact making her body sigh happily. It’s been a month after all. 

She leans up on her elbows, her eyes in line with your own, before she leans down and places a kiss onto your lips, one you’ve been longing for since everything happened. “I’m sorry” She whispers again against your lips, one of her hands moving to your cheek to hold you against her. “I know, I am too.” You reply before leaning up and kissing her again. Her body somehow becomes even heavier on your body while the kiss continues. Your hands caressing her body, clinging to her not wanting to let go. 

Your kiss becomes harder, more meaningful as you both try to show how sorry you both are in your own aways. 

Natasha’s back arches, your hand falling to hip presses her down harder onto you. A moan falling from both of your lips at the action. 

You can feel your body getting warmed up, her body following closely as she continues to grind against you. It’s hard to keep kissing her when moans won't stop flowing out of you. 

Natasha’s hand reaches down behind her own body, falling right onto your slowly hardening appendage. She grabs hold of you, stroking you up and down while you break the kiss to throw your head back, her name falling from your lips while she moves her kisses to your neck. 

Natasha lifts her hips, your hard on slapping against your stomach before she lowers herself to grind along you again. Your hand grips her hair to pull her lips back to your own when you feel how wet she is. 

She doesn’t waste anymore time before she lifts again and maneuvers you to enter her. “F-fuu-ck.” You groan out as you're met with her tight wet walls. The feeling overwhelms you as she lifts her hips slowly down, engulfing you fully until she lifts up again leaving only your tip inside of her. 

Natasha continues to move slowly but with purpose, moans releasing from you both while you somehow still manage to keep the kiss continuing. You swallow her moans beautifully, while your hands finally move to her hips and help her move against you. You need to reach deeper.

Your hands leave Natasha’s hips, one climbing to rest on the back of her neck while the other holds the bottom of her back. She kisses you harder when she feels how possessive your touch is, and it only shocks her when you manage to flip you both over, her head meeting her own pillow while you now take over with the movement of your own hips. Her legs move to wrap tightly against you, holding you close as she finally feels you reach the deepest parts of her. 

“I-I-I love you.” Natasha moans against your lips, your breathing picking up as you fight against the need to thrust into her harder, this isn’t just sex, it is so much more to both of you. “I love you too baby.” You manage to get out while you continue your steady pace, pushing all the way in and pulling all the way out over and over again. 

It’s almost impossible to carry on kissing one another, your head falling into her neck, as you breathe her in deeply, her smell overwhelming you while she moans freely into the room.

Natasha grips you tighter, her nails holding onto your back, you can feel how close she is, her walls continuing to clench and unclench around you, making you have to push into her even harder. 

You're both so close. 

“I love you so much Y/n, fuckkkk, please, I’m sorry.” 

“I know, I love you too, you're being so good. I’m sorry too.” You breathe into her mouth. Your hand pulling out from between her and the bed to press onto her clit to help her finally reach the end goal. 

“Wanna cum with you, please y/n.” Natasha’s words encourage you to press, her walls now impossibly tight you can barely move. But you're right on the edge, the same as her. 

“Cum baby, cum with me.” You mutter onto her lips as both let go. Natasha’s hands scratching down your back as her orgasm sends her to cloud nine, your own orgasm causing your body to still while you release inside of her. 

It takes a moment for you to both calm down, heavy breaths now replace heavy moans while you rest your weight on top of her, your forehead meeting her own, causing your breaths to mix together. You go to move out of her but you're met with her hands holding you close once again. She needs this touch, this connection you both do. So you stay nestled inside of her, deciding to pull her body into your own before rolling over and allowing her weight to now cover you instead. Breathy, tired moans falling from both of your lips while you adjust to another new position, both still so sensitive from how hard your orgasms were.

Natasha rests her chin on your chest while she looks at her. Her eyes hazy and full of love, her hand falling onto your cheek while she strokes your cheek. You move your head to press a kiss onto her palm. 

“Let’s forget everything that has happened in the last month. From now on, if something happens, no matter how upset, hurt or angry we are, we always let the other person speak too. No more pushing each other away.” You mumble to Nat, her eyes never leaving your own. 

“Okay, I promise. I love you” Natasha voices back. 

“I promise too. I love you, and I don't want to feel anyone but you.”

[henry7931]

Freaky Friday Block Part 2 Max & The Thomas Family

Max:

I’m sitting here trying to do some kind of research on this situation and I don’t even know what to freaking google. I mean I could just type in, “help, I woke in my friend’s dad’s body. Oh and by the way said friend is now his little brother.”

I don’t know, I’ve been listening to Jacob and Conner go back and forth for hours now. And Mr. Thomas is much help either.

I’m just glad my family was out of town so they didn’t have to deal with this whole body swap thing.

The craziest part is that we learned quickly that ‘we’ aren’t the only ones. I think half of the block is going crazy right now from waking up as someone else.

Hell, I saw that college guys a couple houses down walking one of their roommates. He literally swapped bodies with a dog! Nuts right?

I guess I can’t be too mad with Mr. Thomas’s body. Hell, I’m hoping once some of the chaos settles down I can actually enjoy all of this.

Wait a minute, where is Mr. Thomas? He left over an hour ago and said he’s just going to change and come back….

Mr. Thomas

Fuck I’ve been stroking this thing for hours now! I can’t stop!!

I know it’s awful of me especially this being the body of one of my son’s friends… but you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a whole house to myself? Hell, I haven’t been on a date in 10 years.

Ever since my kid’s mother left me after I came out to her I’ve had a hard time finding anyone to date.

But sitting here in this young handsome body… playing with this cock. Oh my god…

I keep trying to head back to my house but I’ve truly lost track of time. I’m just too horny right now.

I wonder… oh here it is! I knew Max was gay, he had Grindr already downloaded.

I take him off of discreet and update his bio: looking, ready to host.

Shit, his parents don’t come back for another week. I can at least enjoy myself at night.

Back at the Thomas’ Home:

Conner:

This is so freaking cool!! Not only did I wake up this morning inside my big brother’s body but now I have his room too!!!

I told him this morning since I have his body, that I get his room. He was so flipping mad about it but I can’t fit in my old bed anymore.

We screamed at each other for a long time. But I ended up picking him up and carrying him in my much smaller body back to my room.

He waited outside the door throwing a tantrum for a bit before giving up. So looks like I won!

Now I have an entire bathroom to myself and I even have my own cellphone (which I’m surprised he didn’t try to get from me.)

Now I think I’m going to take a shower because my new body is stinky!!!

I take off Jacob’s sweat pants he slept in and stopped at his undies.

I wonder what this looks like…

I yank them off and Jacob’s weiner comes floppin out. He has a big bush of hair right above it and weiner is way bigger than mine.

I start playing with it for a few until it gets hard.

I walk into the shower and start rubbing some all over my new muscles down to Jacob’s stinky feet.

Jacob’s feet are always stinky especially after practice. Sometimes they will stink up our entire house.

I weirdly like the smell…

I wash in between his toes and work back up his hairy legs.

I wrap his strong hand around his weiner and started tugging at it.

It felt so good that I couldn’t stop!

I tugged and tugged faster and faster…

I started to get really warm inside…

That’s when I started squirting all over the shower uncontrollably.

I was so out of breath that I laid on the shower floor for a few.

As soon as I could stand back up, I turned off the water and dried off.

I walked over to the mirror and stared at my big brother’s face that I now controlled.

I hope I keep his body forever!

*knock knock*

“Conner it’s me, you have my phone and I want it back,” I hear coming from the door.

I walk over to the door and open it up.

“I don’t think you’re getting this phone. Actually, it’s my phone now. I have this body which was your body. But now it’s mine. So my phone, my room, and now my body. Also, I think it’s best if you call me Jacob for now. Understood little bro?”

Jacob was so angry. He tried to yank the phone out of my hand but I just dangled it over him.

“So close on getting it!”

I jumps for it again and laugh at him.

“Well this has been fun but I’m going to lock my door now.”

I closed the door in his face and went back to his bed.

I pulled my towel off and grabbed one of his dirty socks off of the floor. I laid back on his bed or I should say my bed now— sniffing his dirty sock and gently playing with my new hairy balls.

Max:

So no one else seems to care right now about trying to figure out why we are all in each other’s bodies. So I decided to stop caring as well and just enjoy my new hot daddy body.

Starting with these sexy ass feet! God, I’m already getting hard!

My initial plan was to take a shower and I got as far as stripping down and grabbing a towel.

Unfortunately, I’m so distracted by these feet and Mr. Thomas’s big hairy ballsack.

I eventually get to the shower, still have not jerked off yet.

It’s fun seeing Mr. Thomas hard throbbing cock leaking so bad…

I’ll fondle it for a few and stare down at his feet again.

God I love them!! If we ever switch back I wish there was a way I could take his feet with me. Or at least get some visitation of his lower half.

Hell, this maybe my forever body. I may be Daniel Thomas forever.

I dry off and sit in the steamy bathroom… talking dirty to myself.

I work my way back to his bed jumping on it. I hold his feet up the air again.

I pull the towel off completely and rub his hands all over his hairy butt cheeks down to his hole.

I finally start jerking his dick that’s now throbbing so bad it immediately leaks.

“Mr. Thomas, you’re such a beautiful man. I love the way your cock feels, I love your hairy ass, your big feet, ohhhh… your dick is about to burst!”

“Oh god!!! This feels so goooooddd!!!”

I pull at his hair and start moaning incredibly loud.

“IM CUMMMMINNNNGGGGG FUUUUUUCCCC”

Cum sprays all over me and I’m covered in his cum. I take bit off of his chest and taste it.

“Yum!”

I lay back in his bed naked and grinning knowing that in a few hours I’m going to do it all over again.

[straylightdream]

what am I missing? / 3racha

act four: “Jisung shut the fuck up.”

feat: bang chan x f.reader, seo changbin x f.reader, han jisung x f.reader

↳ in your mid to late twenties you’re left wondering if you missed your sexual awakening. With a the help of friends you start to really find yourself.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: for the story as a whole angst, a little fluff, body image issues, and self doubt, cussing all smut warnings listed below for what is in this story.

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After his night he spent with you Changbin felt like he had grown even closer to you. Since your night together you hadn’t seen him because you were busy with work but he texted you throughout the day. You weren’t the only one who was busy, he was quite busy himself.

He felt like he was on cloud nine after you slept together. He was quite proud of himself with how much he was able to make you fall apart.

It was a week after your night together and you were stuck at work while Changbin was at the bar with Chan and Jisung. Chan was at the bar grabbing himself a beer while Jisung was sitting across from Changbin.

“Bin what happened after you went over to Y/N last week? I haven’t seen you or her since then?” Jisung asked.

Changbin tries his hardest not to smile at his friend's question. He’s not sure what he should tell the boys. Neither of you asked what would happen after you had sex. “We just talked.”

Jisung knits his eyebrows together staring at Changbin. “What actually happened?”

“Sungie knock it off,” Changbin groans before taking a drink of his beer. He doesn’t want to do this whole thing with Jisung. He knows him well and he knows how good Jisung is at reading people.

“You’re acting weird,” Jisung responds before taking a drink of his own beer.

“I’m not acting weird.”

“What else did you do other than talk?” Jisung's eyes narrow like he’s studying Changbin.

“We just talked.”

“Definitely more than talking happened?”

Changbin can’t help but roll his eyes that Jisung keeps pushing. “Nothing else happened.”

“Did you guys make out or did you guys fuck?”

Changbin closes his eyes, taking a deep breath trying not to yell at his friend to knock it off. “Oh my god you fucked Y/N?” Jisung is slowly putting the pieces together.

“Jisung,” Changbin smacks Jisung's hand. “Shut the fuck up.”

“What is going on?” Chan slides into the booth next to Jisung.

“Nothing,” Changbin can’t help but roll his eyes.

“Clearly something is happening.” Chan says.

“Changbin either you admit it or I’m telling him,” Jisung threatens.

“Jisung you don’t know anything.” He wants to call Jisung a liar but he knows he can’t because technically he isn’t lying.

“Changbin and YN fucked,” Jisung says without another thought.

Chan’s eyes go wide as he stares at Changbin in complete disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Changbin instantly feels guilty knowing that his best friend has a crush on you.

“First of all I want to know why Changbin broke the guy code,” Jisung groans. “Why didn’t you ask any of us if it’s okay? Chan has a crush on her and I like her too.”

Chan smacks Jisung's shoulder, “Jisung just because one of us like her doesn’t mean we can stop her from being with someone.”

“Wait, so I can get with her too?” Jisung suddenly lights up like a Christmas tree.

Changbin can’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach suddenly. In no way is he your boyfriend or anything close to that, but he didn’t even think of the idea of you sleeping with Chan or Jisung after him. Changbin felt like an idiot that he wasn’t able to hide what happened better. “Jisung leave her alone. I’m not saying anything happened between us but you need to respect YN. You can’t just assume she’ll want to sleep with you.”

“I’m not assuming anything. I don’t want to just sleep with her you idiot. I’m gonna ask her out on a proper date and if she wants to have sex and know what it’s like to have the best orgasm of her life then she can sleep with me.”

Chan leans forward placing his face in his hands. He feels like an absolute idiot for even letting it slip about your terrible date. Now Changbin has slept with you and Jisung wants to go out with you. Chan hasn't been the best at hiding his crush on you and he thought that might stop something like this from ever happening.

“Chan say something to him. Tell Jisung to leave her alone.”

“My head hurts,” Chan groans. “Changbin, are you going to date her?”

“We didn’t really discuss anything like that but I want to see her again.”

“If she’s not your girlfriend I’m asking her out,” Jisung practically shouts.

Changbin doesn’t say anything, he just stares at Jisung for a long moment in disbelief. He knows he has no right to tell you who you can see. “Jisung, if she wants you, that's up to her.”

“Chan?” Jisung says his name sounding calmer.

“Can I have your permission to see her?”

“Why are you asking me permission? Changbin sure as hell didn’t,” he groans.

Jisung has a huge smile playing across his face and both Chan and Changbin know they’re screwed. They both know you’ve always had a soft spot for Jisung. Whenever the both of you drink together you always end up on the couch cuddling. Chan always wondered if you liked Jisung based on the way you always flirt with each other. He knows instantly that he’s made two mistakes when it comes to you. One was letting the boys know about your bad date. The second mistake was not telling Jisung to leave you alone.

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[gracelaurie]

You’re Mine | Josh Lambert x Reader

fandom : Insidious (especially Chapter 2)

pairing : Possessed!Josh Lambert x Fem!reader

summary : You knew Josh when you were little. Two of you grew up together with Josh’s mother. You are an orphan and your mother used to be Josh’s mother’s best friend. You’ve known since childhood that Josh can see ghosts, more specifically the ghost of a woman who always bothers him. You two went through that kind of thing until you grew up and got engaged. But you didn’t expect that what happened to Josh this time was the worst….

Except you fuck Josh while he’s still possessed.

warning ⚠️ : Josh being possessive. sexually explicit content, fingering, rough and angry sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex.

That morning was the peak when you felt that the person sleeping with you was not really your fiancé, but someone else. Since Elise died, you have had an uneasy feeling that you swore you didn't want your hunch to be true, but as each day goes by Josh's behavior, you are increasingly convinced that your hunch about Josh killing Elise is probably true.

And now you feel so afraid of your own fiancé.

Josh hugged you from behind, his pale face exposed to the morning sun through the window, smiled at you, “I want to make hot coffee, do you want it too, hun?”

You rubbed your eyes, took off the blanket that was originally on your body then you said, “I hate coffee, do you remember?” you said quietly. You were a little scared by the change in Josh’s expression. You know that your fiancé is being possessed, but you have no other choice, you have to assume you don’t know anything for your own safety.

“Tea with a less sugar is enough for me.” you said again, then Josh smiled broadly and kissed your lips gently.

Since Elise's death, the most different thing that you feel about your fiancé is that he hasn’t slept with you again. Of course sex isn’t everything in your life, and you don’t mind if your partner just wants to cuddle and kiss while sleeping all night, but this isn’t like Josh Lambert at all. So far, you have never asked to have sex openly through words, but what you have done is only through touch.

You once tried to have a hot and intense kiss with your fiancé and started touching his cock, but he just smiled and didn’t seems care about it.

“thank you,” you said in a low voice as Josh handed you a cup hot tea.

You and Josh sat at the dining table, facing each other, you said, “Josh… I want to come with you to buy some breakfast on the road later. I haven’t had time to buy food supplies. When you get to school, can I borrow your car to go to the Grocery Store?”

“Yes, yes of course hun..”

Josh smiled, holding your hand gently. You act very awkward in front of him, how could it not be? You literally live at home with your fiancé who is being possessed. But then again, you have no choice, you have to stay calm, until you can contact his mother.

When you arrived at school, you got out of the car. Josh, with his face still looking deathly pale, smiled at you as you adjusted his tie. He touched your face really gently, and then kissed your lips. He did a French kiss by playing with his tongue, you breathlessly said, “stop...Josh...stop. We’re at school.”

Students passed by you and Josh and they giggled and smiled.

You smiled at him, “you are a teacher, there are a right time when we do that. Now go, be a good teacher and not mislead.” You said while pushing Josh’s back.

“Your woman is very sexy, sir!” said a student passing them with his gang. That guy chewed his gum while staring at your butt.

Josh turned his head and looked at the child angrily. you say, "please don't get carried away."

Josh didn't say anything, he just stared at the child's back as he walked further away from them. You noticed that Josh was looking at the man with hatred.

“Josh…”

“I want to go first, it's my time to teach.” said Josh briefly.

When Josh was about to leave, you patted his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I almost forgot to put the breakfast we bought earlier in your bag.” You said, then quickly opened the car door and took the lunch box containing gourmet sandwiches.

“Just give me that…” you said, grabbing his briefcase and opening it.

You gasped and were shocked when you were about to put Josh’s breakfast into his bag. You almost dropped the bag, he was really confused.

“Are you okay, hun?” Josh asked with a confused face.

You covered your mouth, your body felt cold sweat now. Because what you see is a sharp knife inserted between the book and the document paper.

You were so shocked that you couldn't even speak a word. With a shaking body and very scared, you opened the car door and locked it as you got into the car.

“What’s wrong, hun? What’s wrong!” Josh asked, his facial expression changed to anger, and became so scary.

He hit the car window several times, “What's wrong? You can talk to me, don’t just go away!” When you started driving your car, he was still trying to open the car door and hit the car window, but you quickly left the school.

You shed your tears. Your body is still frozen, and you are very, very scared. As you drive, you turn on your phone and open Lorraine Lambert’s number to call her.

It didn't take long, after the cellphone rang, Lorraine voice began to be heard amidst your sobs.

“What's wrong, Y/N? What's wrong with you?” Lorraine asked panicked.

“I saw a knife in Josh's bag earlier, and… and I….” you stopped because you feel out of breath.

Lorraine from the phone line tried to calm you down, “Please calm down, I know you’re very scared right now...” said Lorraine, you turned the steering wheel of your car to the right, towards a quieter road.

“I’m going to your house now, please be careful on the road.” said Lorraine then quickly turned off the phone.

When you got home, you saw Lorraine waiting for you in the yard. You quickly ran and hugged her. Your body is shaking because you’re still very scared. You guys went into the house and from there you told Lorraine everything.

“I think that when Josh went into that other world, something else came back.”

I know, I can feel. I think he's possessed. you said while lowering your head, “He’s different, I... I feel like I live in this house with a stranger.”

“You have to leave this house quickly.” said Lorraine in a serious tone.

“No, I’m fine. I can live with him as if nothing had ever happened before,” you said, wiping your tears, “I know he’s there, Mom, I know,” you said. You really consider Lorraine like your own mother, considering that she also raised you.

“Y/N…. you have to be careful. I will ask them for help, you hold on.”

You hated that this was all happening to you again, but you had no other choice.

After a long conversation that morning, now Lorraine has left you alone at home. This is your decision, to face everything alone. Even though you are often haunted and followed by the ghost of a woman dressed in white, you are okay with that and you know you can survive in that house until...

You feel someone’s breath on your chest then the breath moves towards your neck. A soft and seductive breath making you wake up and realize that you were fast asleep on the couch after Lorraine’s visit.

You saw those blue eyes that looked so perfect with that deathly pale face that showed so much lust.

Without warning, Josh grabbed your body which was still on the couch. He bit your neck aggressively and full of lust. You froze, and surprisingly, you didn’t fight back at all. You just woke up and suddenly your fiancé who is being possessed is try to fuck you after you haven’t done it for a long time.

You know that he’s being possessed, but you’re suddenly weak, because miss that body…

and that dick.

“Hun, I’m really sorry... I should have explained to you about earlier. What you see… it was a carving knife. The art teacher there asked me to bring an art carving knife for wood carving leather crafts, because I used to have one..” Josh said in a very soft voice against your cheek.

“No, it wasn’t a carving knife, I saw it!” you said trying to defend yourself.

But Josh held your body, “Shhhh, hun, please stop being like this. You left me like before, all this time you were also scared and paranoid.”

“No, but…” you said but Josh quickly covered your lips with his index finger, “don't ruin this moment, bitch.”

Josh’s expression changed drastically to become very scary. He bit your neck causing you to let out a moan from your mouth. He put his body on top of you, his lips moved to your jaw and he kissed and lick your jaw very aggressively.

You felt Josh’s breath rising and falling on your neck and jaw. He said, “Your fragrance makes me even more crazy… than what I did before.”

You don’t understand what Josh means, about what crazy things he did before. You try to fight him, but you can’t. You were too weak for him, and he put you in paradise.

Josh’s right hand entered your thin shirt and he immediately opened your bra from behind. His fingers traced the perfect shape of your breasts through your shirt, and he played with your nipples with lazy movements.

You can’t deny it. He look dead and pale but that made him look even hot.

Josh opened your thin shirt roughly, almost tearing it. He unbuttoned your pants, and now inserted his fingers into your clit. He played with your clit then inserted two fingers into your pussy, he’s making you moan so loud.

He looks at you with a satisfied smile because he has made your pussy very wet.

Josh opened your leggings roughly. He starts to take out his hard cock and insert it into your vagina very quickly.

You can feel the couch that you’re laying on is very wet now. Josh fucked you very fast. Makes you moan very loudly all the way to the end of the room. Josh- who incidentally you know that he’s not really Josh because he’s being possessed, honestly…. whoever he is now, he fucks you really good.

“You’ve been waiting a long time for my cock into your pussy, right… slut?” said Josh then he started to speed up his movements. “You know what I’m doing, but you choose to stay here because you are a miserable bitch who wants me to fuck so hard like this?”

Josh kissed your lips very aggressively, then he choke your neck. He speeds up the movement of his hard big cock in you, making you even more out of breath because he’s choking you harder.

“Please...” you groaned, trying to pull Josh’s hands away which were choking your neck.

You thought at that moment he was going to kill you, but apparently he didn’t. He released the choke when he was cum in you.

Josh this time hugged your body, and continued his movements, which this time were gentler than before, he continued without removing his cock from inside you. It's like, he won’t stop until you’re completely cum.

“Why are you so beautiful...”Josh said hoarsely in your ear, he kept kissing your lips brutally, “you’re mine, no one can see your body and praise you except me.” Josh said against your lips.

He bites your neck again, and now your neck is very visible with red marks. You felt his big cock speed up in your pussy, and Josh kissed your jaw, you were instantly at your climax. Josh quickly takes his cock out of your pussy and then you cum everywhere.

Josh kissed you, “It was all worth it.”

You looked away and said, "Josh.. what were you doing before?” You emphasized the last word as he said it earlier.

Josh smiled as if he didn't know anything, “What? What do you mean?”

THE END.

[elliebarker]

one of the many. ( e williams )

category: modern!college/university!ellie x female!reader : angst, fluff

summary: after her devastating heartbreak with her first girlfriend in highschool, ellie swore off dating, everything she did was casual, non-committal. that was until you showed up. (basically logan and rory troupe but make it happy)

warnings: alcohol consumption, implied smut, “friends with benefits”, cheating(?), use of the word “baby”, a somewhat copy of rory and logan’s fight, fuck boy!ellie (LMAO I’M SORRY).

word count: 2.1k

it had been almost three years since ellie’s first, and only, breakup with her ex-girlfriend, cat. she was older now, more mature, i mean for god’s sake she was a junior in college she couldn’t still be hung up on some stupid girl from highschool. that is why she had resorted to this. one girl in today, another one tomorrow. no attachments. casual. she was hanging out in a cramped party at her friend's house, sipping something alcoholic, with one, two, girls on her arm, laughing and giggling and tracing their fingers up and down her fore-arm tattoo. she was, enjoying herself, she guessed. the party life wasn’t exactly dull, it was the crowd she was surrounded with, a bunch of drunken girls over-exaggerating their laugh so that she’ll go home with them. she wasn’t opposed to it, if fact she probably needed to let loose and celebrate the compilation of one of her tests, she just hadn’t found the right girl yet. that's when she spotted you. an absolutely gorgeous girl, trying to find your way through the crowd. and she immediately took the opportunity to…introduce… herself.

“hey girl,” ellie said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, her action causing your spaghetti strap to fall slightly lower on your shoulder. “i’m ellie, what’s your name?” she asked and you introduced yourself, pulling your strap back to a more comfortable position, and smiled up at her. fuck it ellie thought i’m just gonna go for it. “wanna get out of here?” she asked, earning a smirk and a cheeky ‘sure’ from you as she led you out of the party’s front door.

ellie woke up and stretched her fingers, sore from last night, to see your body draped in and out of the sheets of her bed, still resting. her heart fluttered a little but she chose to ignore it. she sighed, clearly, you didn’t know how this worked. but it was early, and she had never slept with you before, so she gave you cut slack, she’d find a way to get you up and out of her apartment later. a few minutes passed and your body started to feel the lack of ellie’s presence. you woke up in a dingy bedroom full of music posters and scattered clothes. one pile, of which, being yours. your legs were sore as you stood up and grabbed your clothes off the floor, with a little shame in realizing the reality of your situation. you eventually got up all of your belongings and went to find ellie.

“hey,” you greeted, voice hearse and sleepy, as you walked up behind ellie’s sitting figure in the living room. she was wearing new clothes, jeans and a shirt, layered with a flannel with her hair half up pulled into a lazy barely-ponytail. her eyes racked up your body, hair messy and outfit sagged from it being thrown off the night before. “so, um, do you want my number or? i’m sorry i haven’t really done any of this before…” you stuttered on your words.

“look,” she said getting up from the couch, “i like you,” she began, “i really do. it’s just i’m not really into all that relationship crap, you know? i don’t feel like i should be tied down to someone.” she explained, moving her hand to rub the back of her neck. 

“oh no i get that,” you lied, “i just, was hoping we can still…hang out.” you said, trying to come as casual as you could.

“oh no, definitely,” ellie said, smirking, as she looked you up and down. you kissed her on the check before you said goodbye. and that’s how it was. at least once a week you’d be over at her place, ‘hanging out’. it was nice. nice, until, “hey,” ellie said whilst scrolling through her phone, looking over at you gathering up your clothes, “down to go to a party?” she asked.

“sure!” you said, a smile rising to your face at the anticipation of spending time with ellie, outside the arrangement the two of you had. you went inside ellie’s bathroom, it was small and a little dingy, in order to fix up your hair and get ready to face the outside world. once you were both ready to leave, ellie locked the front door behind her and walked you to her car. it wasn’t until you were both buckled into her car and driving down to some girl’s house with her hand on your thigh that you realized you and ellie would be out together in public for the first time. i mean, sure, you’d see the other girls ellie was hooking up with but she decided to come to the party with you. you. ellie eventually pulled up to a house and slipped out of her car, with you not far behind. it was obvious with the loud music and yelling coming from the white brick house which one would be entering. you slipped through the front door with ellie by your side and went around to make conversation with the few people you knew here. you knew ellie wouldn’t want you clinging to her side the whole night. more than a few moments passed and pop music remixes blared through low-quality speakers all around the house. you did your best to socialize, and decided to look around and find ellie. luckily, she was in sight. on the other side of a heep of sweaty, dancing bodies. you were going to make your way over until an arm stopped you. the arm tan and delicate resting atop ellie’s knee whilst she sat atop the kitchen’s barstool. you felt a green-monster flash of despair, both anger and sadness. of course ellie wasn’t yours, but fuck, did your delusional-ass-self really think you meant something to her? something more than just a girl she fucks? acid rain fell from your eyes as you stormed your way out of the crowded jungle of drunken bodies. time had passed and you’d gone numb. you’d rationalized it. you and ellie weren’t exclusive, you knew that. so why did that girl fucking bother you so much? it wasn’t her fault, of course, she didn’t know. and that's the thing, know what? exactly, nothing. that’s what you were to ellie, nothing, disposable, replaceable. but your whole pissed-off attitude disappeared into a mear thought when she approached you, body lanky and oh so attractive.

“what’s with this whole ignoring me thing?” ellie laughed, leaning against the wall next to you, looking over your pouting frame. you didn’t want to start anything, god knows you didn’t, but the edging creepy feeling of jealousy washed over you.

“what was that?” you asked simply, not-answering her question with another.

“what was what?” she asked, seeming genuinely confused. you sighed, then began again, uttering the first answer to a question since the conversation first started.

“her…” you said, looking around the room for the girl ellie was with earlier, “that…girl…you were all flirty with.”

“oh,” ellie sounded surprised, “that’s dina,” ellie laughed, “another, friend, of mine.”

“friend?” you asked, as if you doubted her use of the word, “that’s what i am?” you asked, jestering to yourself, “a fucking friend?” you saw the gears turning in ellie’s head, the fight or flight kicking in. she composed herself without the slightest reaction that she was ever the least bit scared, to the untrained eye that is.

“yeah.” ellie’s voice grew impatient and angry, as if to say, ‘i don’t have time for your crap’, “that’s what we agreed upon.” ellie moved her hand from her hip to in front of her, “friends.” her stern voice and your overwhelming guilt and regret was building up and you felt tears starting to form in your eyes. you let out a, 

“y’know what? i- i can’t fucking do this,” before your voice could break and left the party, letting you walk yourself home. it wasn’t until you reached the welcoming doors of your bedroom that the tears that were welling in your eyes finally fell. and they fell fast. you sobbed into your pillow all night, so much so, when you woke up your pillow was still damp. you knew you couldn’t do it anymore. you slumped off your bed, and made sure to take care of yourself. you showered, did your skin care, put on something more comfortable. you opened your phone, scrolled to ellie’s contact and pressed ‘call’. there was only one ring until, 

“hello?” she called out your name.

“we need to talk, ellie.”

you walked through the mountains of fall leaves and cold air to reach her apartment. you planted a solid two knocks on her door and she immediately opened the door, you could tell she was nervous. her nails were picked at and her eyes darted everywhere around the room but you. the tension was thick, and you knew you had to settle, or rather end, it.

“ellie, i don’t think we should see each other anymore.” you bluntly stated.

“ugh, c'mon is this about that stupid shit last night? you're still hung up on that?” ellie questioned.

“look it's like you said, you can’t be couple-y with me and i get that it’s just i’m a ‘girlfriend’, ellie, i have ‘girlfriends’ not…friends.” you explained, used your hands to display a pair of air quotes when you pronounced the word friends. “i’m sick of…i’m sick of being one of the many, i can’t do it anymore, that’s it okay? i can’t be your friend anymore, i thought i could be different, but i can’t, i’m sorry.” you huffed out the big speech you’d crafted on your way to her apartment. after an erie second of silence, ellie spoke.

“don’t do that.”

“do what?”

“i get it,” ellie said, rubbing her hands together trying to settle her nerves and her voice at a calm level, “i get what your doing.” ellie accused you.

“i’m not doing anything,” you stated, plainly, confusion written all over your face, wondering where she was going with this.

“if that’s what you want, a…a girlfriend, then just come out and say it okay? don’t make me sit here and worry and feel like i fucked up, don’t make me pace around my apartment, don’t come here saying ‘i can’t see you anymore’ don’t fucking do that! i’ll be your girlfriend? alright? that’s what you're really saying huh?” ellie lectured you.

“that’s not what i’m saying, ellie.” you tried to explain, but she kept going on,

“no, no, but that’s what you mean, don’t you?” she sighed, putting her hands on your waist, “c’mon, i’ll do it”

“what?” you gasped.

“i said i’ll do it, okay?” ellie forcefully stated, “i’ll be your girlfriend, it’s either all or nothing baby.”

“you can’t be my girlfriend,” you pushed her back.

“who says i can’t? huh?” ellie’s hands slithered their way back onto your waist.

“um, you, last night!” you declared, recalling her aggravated tone from the night before.

“oh come on! last night was last night, forget about it, right now is right now and i want, scrap that i need you, don’t– don’t leave me sweet girl.” ellie pleaded, begged you. you placed a hand on your hip in an attempt to display fake confidence.

“you have a hundred girls on speed dial.” you scoffed, disbelieving of this ‘new’ ellie.

“who cares about them? they don’t matter to me.” 

“look,” you began, “i know you, i know your type, commitment is not your thing and that’s fine! non-commitment isn’t mine so it's better if we just go our separate ways.” you turned to leave. ellie’s hands, previously placed on your waist, went up to arm and turned you back around to look at her.

“just let me try,” ellie said, looking deeply genuine, “if i say i can do this, then i can do this.”

“ellie–” she interrupted you calling out her name, with your own.

“do you really want to stop seeing me?”

“no,” you stuttered, “but i can’t–”

“‘cause i don’t wanna stop seeing you.” ellie smiled at you.

“are you sure–?” she cut you off a third time, this time with her lips. waves crashed and goals scored in that moment. her lips, never so delicate until this point, landed on yours and connected each other. it was utterly and absolutely euphoric. her lips were soft, softer than other times you had kissed. and it was then you knew. it was then you both knew. you were the one. she didn’t want anyone else. only you. her girlfriend. and she was finally proud to call you that.

[127tyong]

Skyscraper

Pairing: Johnny X Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, happy ending (for once) ex husband johnny, you have a baby with johnny,

Warnings: Lactation, just... filth.

Word Count: 1.6 k

“Go say hi to daddy!” You told your 6 month old baby, setting the car seat on the floor.

Your ex-husband, Johnny, used to be your best friend. He made the divorce easy for you. You got everything, the house, the car, the pets, the money in the shared bank account. He only asked for one thing: shared custody. One week with you, and one week with him. He only lived a 5 minute drive away so it was hard to find a reason to say no.

You played with your baby for a bit, trying to get him settled before telling Johnny you were heading home.

“Wait, stay for dinner. I thought we could eat and then talk about a few things after he goes to sleep.”

You obliged, not seeing an ulterior motive behind his words.

~

After having dinner, you put the baby to bed and sat down at the table with Johnny.

“So… how’s life? You have enough money and everything?” Johnny sat across the table from you.

You sighed. “I never asked for money during the divorce, besides for child support.” 

“Same thing.” Johnny rolled his eyes, eyes looking you up and down. “That outfit doesn’t exactly scream broke.” You bit your lip, holding back the urge to cuss him out. “It’s a t-shirt and shorts.” 

“Whatever. I’ll add $50,000 to the account.” You remembered why you divorced Johnny. He’s a fucking arrogant bitch. “I never asked for money.” You felt your chest tightening in anger.

“You need it.”

“You’re so fucking narcissistic.” You scoffed at Johnny.

“You love it.” Johnny smirked at you. Johnny's confident. Too confident for you. You always wanted to knock him down a peg.

You crossed your legs. “I’m sure you didn’t ask me to stay over to just chat about money.”

“Let’s get back together.” Johnny looked you straight in the eye, no hesitation in his words. “Absolutely not.” Your decision was a no brainer. Why go back to a man like him?

Johnny sighed, his head dropping as he looked down at his lap. “Mom wanted us to get back together. She misses you.”

“That’s really not my problem.” You scoffed, standing up, ready to leave.

Johnny shot up out of his chair and rushed to your side. “ Please don’t go.” His eyes were desperate, all his pride out the door. You knew how hard it was for Johnny to be doing this, begging you for literally anything.

A memory of him going to bed with an untreated wound comes back. He went to bed with a cut on his thigh, causing you to wake up covered in his blood and having to rush him to the ER at 3 a.m., all because he didn’t want to ask you to dress his wounds. He never, ever let you see this side of him.

But that unwillingness to ever let you in is why you divorced him.

“Johnny…” You look up at him and realize he's about to cry. “I just dont think this is good for either of us.”

“Can you at least spend the night with me?” His voice cracks, tears already threatening to spill.

You nod.

He leads you up the stairs into his bedroom. “There’s um, a bathroom right there if you want to borrow my clothes.” Johnny sits on his bed.

“I washed up before coming over.” You unhook your bra and take it off under your t-shirt. You don’t care if Johnny sees your body, or if you see his. You two were beyond that at this point.

Johnny pulled off his jeans and changed into his shorts, then taking off his shirt before laying next to you. 

“What, no shirt?”

“It’s not like I ever wore one when we were married.” He scoffed, wrapping his arm around your waist. “You know… You were my first.” 

“Hm.” You didn’t know how to answer that. Nor did you really believe him.

“What, you don’t believe me? I haven’t slept with anyone else since the divorce either.” He sighed. “I only ever loved you.”

“I wish you acted like it when we were together, then.”

“I still love you.” Johnny cupped your cheeks, his thumb rubbing your lips.

You suddenly wished he’d kiss you… And he did. Tiny, gentle kisses against your lips lead into bigger ones as you kissed him back. His hand reached under your shirt, massaging your breast as he slowly began to pin you onto the bed, straddling you so you couldn’t leave him again. He was scared. Scared you would wiggle out of his grasp once again, leaving him with nothing. Nothing he really cared about, anyways. He never even dared to look at another woman, feeling like he was cheating on you, since he still liked to dream you were still together. Dreaming you three were still a family, still eating Sunday dinner together. He thought that living out at least some part of that dream would make this desire go away… but it made it worse.

And now you were in his bed, pretty whimpers escaping your throat as you kissed him, your fingers interlocked in his hair, tugging on the locks while his body explored yours, desperate for some resemblance to the woman he fell in love with, the warmth you brought to his life.

“I love you.” He whispered as he pulled away from the kiss.

Not giving you a chance to process what he said, his hands went under the waistband of your shorts, fingers rubbing your clit, remembering the exact way you taught him to finger you, the way you taught him how to make you wet from when you started dating. You could never escape his desires when he did this to you. Not back then, not now… Filthy moans escaped your lips, your nails digging into his back as he pulled down your shorts after he took his off. Your ex-husband was about to fuck the living shit out of you, and you were dripping wet in anticipation.

“Johnny.” You breathed out his name, causing him to look up at you with confusion on his face. “I love you too.”

Johnny inserted himself in you. “If I make you cum, we’ll get back together.”

“Okay.” That sealed the deal, your words being all the permission he needed. You wrapped your legs around him, knowing Johnny always wanted to feel you as close to him as possible. “Fuck, Johnny, you’re so deep!” Johnny was always a tiny bit too big. You grew used to it, but his dick always reached your cervix, and he let you know when he could feel it. But you could tell he was holding himself back, going slower than he usually did when you were married, as if he knew you were in a bit of pain. Gentle kisses trailed across your cheek and jaw, reassuring you he would never try to hurt you.

“Call me daddy.” Johnny grunted as he thrusted inside you, his pace picking up as he sensed your pleasure growing, and the initial pain subsiding.

This was new. The entire time you were with Johnny, he had never had a daddy kink.

“D-Daddy.” You moaned out, not knowing how to totally feel about it.

“You called me daddy earlier today… So fucking hot, I think I got a fucking boner after hearing you say it.” Johnny began to lick your neck, trying to make you moan. “You can’t call your ex “daddy”. That’s why I’m inside you…”

Your cunt squeezed around Johnny’s dick, tightening after hearing his words. You realized Johnny didn’t have a daddy kink, but that the fact you birthed his baby was hot to him…

“Fuck, I hate it when you do that, I always cum so fast.” Johnny always thought your pussy was a perfect fit for his dick, as if you were especially made for him. That’s why he always thought you two were soulmates. “Fuck, I’m gonna make you cum…”

Johnny started to suck on your neck, trying to give you a small hickey right on the sensitive part of your neck. Johnny always tried to make you both cum during sex, his stamina never wearing out unless you were dazed, or your pretty eyes were looking back into your skull. Your pretty little moans kept him going on, forcing himself to go on even after he came inside you multiple times. His hands trailed back down to your clit, rubbing circles into it, trying to make you feel as good as he did. Your moans grew louder, and Johnny’s confidence grew as well. He squeezed your breast, knowing your nipples were sensitive. Sucking your nipple, milk began to leak out.

“I forgot, fuck, I’m sorry…” Johnny didn’t know how to react.

“Drink it.” You watched him suck your nipple, swallowing all your milk. Johnny’s hand never left your clit, still rubbing it while he drank. 

The overstimulation proved to be too much for you, especially after not having sex with Johnny for quite some time. “Daddy… G-gonna…” You wailed, wanting the relief that you knew Johnny would give you.

“I’m gonna cum inside you.” Johnny’s lips pressed against yours, so you would moan into his mouth as you both came. Sticky cum shot inside you, the warmth filling you up. Johnny didn’t pull out, wanting the cum to not leak out of you.

Johnny laid his head on your chest, knowing you would stroke his hair while you two came down from the climax. 

“Do you want to go to the courthouse with me tomorrow?” Johnny reached into his bedside table and pulled out three rings. Your rings and his band. 

You pulled him into a kiss as he put the rings back on your finger, fitting as perfectly as the day he proposed.

[turcott3]

More mackie plsss 🙏🙏🙏

summertime feelings

mackie samoskevich x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, yearning, kind of slow burn-ish

masterlist

-

you laid awake in your bed in the lake house. the same bed you slept in this time every year. the same trip your family took every year. you shared the comfort of your lake house with the samoskevich’s every year for as long as you could remember.

your room shared a wall with mackie’s and that kept you awake at night the last few years. you’d grown confusing feelings for the boy and you had no clue why. well, maybe you did.

“fuck just go to bed y/n.” you groan, pressing your hands to your face. you tossed and turn for a few more minutes before finally drifting off to sleep, dreaming of the boy just on the other side of the wall.

all your life, your families paired the two of you together for events, the most notable being your senior prom. you went to the dance together, as always, and decided to be a bit rebellious and hit the after party. the both of you had a bit much too drink, leading you to giving him a handjob in the bedroom of a complete strangers’ house. ever since then you haven’t felt the same. the way he held your jaw as he sloppily attached your lips together. the way he whimpered at your touch. you woke up the next day in that same bed, vowing to keep what happened that night a secret between the two of you. no one could ever know, nor was it ever probably going to happen again.

not that he didn’t enjoy it.

“y/n.” you wake up to hollow knocks on your door and the sound of your sisters voice.

“huh.” you groan.

“breakfast is almost ready, come downstairs.” she says and you flash her a thumbs up before sitting up and rubbing your eyes. for the past 4 years, you couldn’t get him out of your head, and it didn’t help that you were sharing a house together for a two whole weeks once a year.

“look who it is.” mackie says to everyone as you entered the dining room, a yawn leaving your mouth.

“yeah, hey. good morning guys.” you say, stretching your arms above your head. you could feel a pair of eyes locked on your body but you ignored the urge to look at him, as much as you wanted to.

you could feel his eyes peeking at you all of breakfast, but still you ignored and denied a shared glance.

maybe he’s trying to tell you something.

no, there’s no way.

“we’ll get this all cleaned up, kids go have fun.” your mother says. it’s tradition as the parents spend the late morning cleaning the kitchen as the “kids” all ran off to start their activities for the day. you went up to your room to change, heading out to the dock waiting on mackie to join you for a jetski ride.

“you driving this year?” he laughs, buckling his life jacket as he comes down the wood dock.

“yes…. maybe….. no.” you say with doubt lining your tone.

“atta girl, you already knew i wouldn’t let you.” he giggles, stepping onto the vessel, holding a hand out for you to step on. he sits you down in front of him this time instead of behind like normal.

weird.

he pushes off from the dock and speeds off, flying out into the lake.

“oh my god.” you scream as he guns it, you had no clue where he was going but wherever it was it was away from the house. you gripped your hands tightly on top of his.

“scared?” he yells.

“maybe.”

“you know i wouldn’t actually put you in danger right?” he says leaning into your view as you came to a quick stop.

“yeah i know, i just didn’t expect you to take off like that.” you say out of breath.

“turn around.” he says simply and you do so.

“what?”

“you’re acting weird.” he says plainly.

“what do you mean?”

“you don’t talk to me in front of the family. it’s been less and less every year since the summer after our senior year.”

“you know why.” you respond firmly.

“yes i know. but that doesn’t mean we can’t talk. it’s our secret. no one knows. the only “people” that are weird about it is you. i don’t like this vibe you’ve been giving me. i’ve been trying to catch your attention and you won’t even look at me now, not in front of our parents.”

“mackie im sorry okay. im sorry ive made it weird. i don’t mean to i just….” you trailed off. this was not the moment to admit that you maybe have some complex feelings toward him.

“what is it?” he asks, placing two light hands on your thighs.

“listen i don’t wanna ruin our day okay? can we just talk about it later? you can like come to my room after everyone goes to bed or something. i’m sorry, can we just forget about this conversation? just for now….. please?” you say placing your hands on top of his with a squeeze.

“yeah of course, but you know you can tell me anything y/n. your words will always be safe with me.” he says, his thumbs brushing lightly on your skin.

“thank you.” you say quietly, hugging into the boy tightly.

“let’s get back to riding yeah?” he giggles squeezing you tight before pulling away. you simply nod in response turning back around in your seat.

-

it was finally dark outside. you sat in your bed on your phone, chewing on your nails as the clock ran up the time.

“fuck i told him to forget the conversation. what if he thought that means for him not to come?” you whisper to yourself. you groaned, your hands finding their way back to your face. you’d decided for yourself the he wasn’t coming. you shed your bra and left yourself in a tank top and shorts, awaiting the morning sun that warmed up your room a bit too much.

you tossed and turned with your eyes shut, hoping and praying he’d still come to your door. then you hear it….

three light taps on your door.

you shoot up and look at your alarm clock, the time reading 1:37.

“come in?” you reply, flicking your lamp on.

“it’s just me.” you hear mackie whisper as he shuts the door and comes into the light. s

shirtless of course.

“i was scared you thought i told you not to come.” you sigh out.

“well i did but…. i figured i should anyway.” he giggles.

“come sit.” you say patting the spot next to you.

“actually, could you come with me?” he says, picking at his nails.

“yes?” you reply hesitantly. the brunette guides you down the steps and out of the house.

“mack where are we going?” you ask.

“you’ll see.” he replies, continuing down the dock to his fathers pontoon boat.

“mackie we are n-“

“we’re not going anywhere, will you just come on?” he laughs and you hesitate, deciding not to ask him anymore questions. he opens the gate of the boat stepping in, assisting you in like always. he guides you to the front of the boat where a few blankets laid astray on the ground and pillows littered the edges of the floor, leaning up against the seats, his sisters battery powered fairy lights scattered so everything was somewhat visible.

“what is this?” you ask looking up at him.

“i could tell you had a lot on your mind, i wanted to do something to maybe help you out. we’re out of everyone’s earshot. it’s just us out here. parents breakfast in town is in the morning so we can stay out here too if you want. if not it’s okay.” he says, sitting down on the blankets, reaching his hand out for you.

“this is so thoughtful mackie. thank you.” you say looking around. the lake was flat and peaceful as you sat in silence for a few moments.

“yeah, you’re welcome.” he replies practically in a whisper. you could feel his eyes locked on you as you observed the area around you.

“so what was it you wanted to talk about. i wanna fix this, whatever went wrong i wanna fix it.”

“i think it’s more complicated than that.” you reply staring up at the stars.

“hit me.” he giggles.

“no mackie you don’t understand.”

“make me understand y/n. we have all night.” he says leaning up.

“i like you.” you say, broken up slightly.

“what?”

“i said i like you, mackie. i like you. i have since our fucking senior prom. i didn’t want to move on from that damn night. it changed everything for me. i couldn’t help but feel like you just didn’t want me and that it was a silly mistake. i was embarrassed. i’ve liked you ever since but i was ignoring you to push my feelings away because i knew you’d never feel the same way.” you admit, a tear falling down your cheek. you couldn’t read the expression on his face.

why did you just admit all of that to him?

“and i understand if you don’t feel the same way. it’s like a childish dream or some shit.” you try to giggle, wiping another tear. you finally lock eyes with him, and suddenly your brought out of your thoughts. he slid his hand behind your neck and pulled your lips straight into his. his lips felt just like you remembered. soft and plump. just like in the dreams you had every year at this damn place. his tongue plunged carefully onto your mouth as your hands found their way to his cheeks, the kiss growing hotter, and more passionate by the second. you couldn’t tell if this was him admitting he felt the same way, or just a way to take the awkwardness.

his words mattered to you, more than anything.

you finally pulled away catching your breath, opening your eyes to see the boy already looking at you.

“does that tell you anything about how i feel?” he smiles lightly.

“maybe…”

“fuck y/n. i’ve wanted you forever. all i ever wanted was for you to look my way. all i ever wanted was for you to be mine. i wanted it to be you all along. i tried to make it obvious but you couldn’t even look at me.”

“i’m sorry mackie. i really am.” you reply.

“it’s okay. we’re here now.” he says, the gleam in his eye appearing for the first time since that night. he brings your lips back to his more harshly this time, his hands trailing down your waist, laying you back smoothly. you pulled away again, not knowing where to go from here. looking to him for something.

you knew exactly where you wanted this to go. a switch flipped in your head in an instant as you tugged your tank top off revealing your bare chest. gently he took your breasts into his hands, reconnecting your lips as your hands latched on top of his, his large hands massaging them. his lips trailed from your lips, to your jaw, straight to your neck as your fingers gripped onto his dark curls.

you couldn’t help the soft moans that escaped your lips as he nipped on the skin of your neck. he moved his was down to your color bone, pressing sweet kisses along the bone before attaching his lips to your chest, sucking harshly on the skin as your grip on his curls tightened.

he knew better than to leave hickeys on your neck when you’re staying in a house with your family for a whole nother week.

he littered your breasts with hickeys, leaving them sensitive and tender. you whined as he pulled away a soft but hungered look in his eyes.

“holy shit.” you laugh softly, looking down at the artwork he was clearly proud of.

“i’d consider that territory claimed, maybe i don’t know.” he giggles again, reattaching your lips. typically you’d cringe at a moment like that, but never for him. nothing he could do in this moment would turn you off. you’d never been this horny in your life. maybe he was the missing piece to everything.

“fuck mackie.” you whine as his fingers make contact with the soaked fabric that covered your pussy.

“so soaked for me huh?” he says, licking his fingers clean. hastily, you pull your shorts and panties off, leaving yourself completely exposed. in return, he pulls of his sweat pants, leaving him in only his boxers.

“please?” you groan quietly.

“no, i have to do this right.” he shakes his head, leaning back against the pillows, shaking off his boxers.

“come here.” he says, signaling for you to lean on his chest.

“you’ve got me so worked up, all for me to lay with you?”

“so many questions.” he giggles as you make yourself comfortable against his chest, his hand sliding over your thigh and back to your soaked core.

“fuck.” you say biting your lip as he slips two fingers into you. one of your hands gripping onto his thigh, the other finding its way to the back of his neck.

“feel good?” he teases, pumping his large fingers in and out of you.

“y-yes. shit.” you say squeezing your eyes shut harshly.

“so good for me.” he coos lowly in your ear. your pushed closer and closer to your wits end. your back arching more and more against him, your eyes squeezing shut even tighter.

“oh my fucking god.” you moan out loudly as the bucket finally tips, an orgasm washing over your body harshly. shakes rippling through your body as your back straightened out again, your chest rising and falling heavily as he sucks his fingers clean in your ear.

“that was fucking incredible.” you sigh out, your hands now rested on his thighs. such a fulfilling moment, but you couldn’t help but want more. you’ve wanted more the last four years.

“come on baby, can you lay down for me?” he mutters in your ear.

“yes.” you reply quietly, laying down on your back, your legs squeezed shut.

“no no, open up for me.” he says, tapping on your leg as he jerked himself even harder than he was before.

“i’m nervous.” you admit. this was a serious step for you, and you were worried one of you would maybe regret it.

“don’t be nervous my love, i just wanna love on you.” he says lowly, pressing a soft kiss to your knee as you slowly put your legs down, opening them for easier access.

“so so good for me baby.” he mutters, sliding himself into you smoothly, instantly stretching you out like no other guy had.

“fuck.” you moan out loudly, your hand slapping over your mouth as the brunette giggled above you.

“nobody can hear you out here sweetheart. remember. just me ‘n you.” he says locking eyes with you.

“just me ‘n you.” you reply with a smile, his lips attaching back to their home as he retracted his hips slowly, pushing back in at the same speed. you gripped onto his wrists on either side of your head as he quickened his thrusts slightly. the light sound of skin clapping echoing in your ears, the boat rocking ever so slightly.

you’d never felt this way before. the way he was buried so deep inside you. you’d never felt this fucking good. the pure euphoria you felt was unmatched by any kind of alcohol or drugs you could ever find.

he hit every right spot, over and over again. your eyes threatening to roll to the back of your skull but remained locked on his as your moans grew louder and sharper. in this moment you couldn’t muster any singular thought other than how much you fucking loved this boy.

for everything he was.

“god you feel so fucking good baby.” he grunts out lowly above you as you reach up, pulling his chain to bring his lips back to yours before your moans could turn to screams.

“i’m so fucking close.” you mutter on his lips, your hand releasing his chain and reaching into his hair as he found himself buried in your chest again. stars started to form behind your eyes as your moans grew closer together, your core tightening more and more around his thick, swollen cock.

“fuck oh my god.” you say as the tension snaps out of it, goosebumps coming in waves across your body as you came harder than you ever had.

“shit y/n, i’m gonna cum.” he groans.

“keep it in me mackie. i don’t fucking care.” you say as he fucked you all the way through your high spilling into his own as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

truth be told you didn’t care what happened to you in this moment. nothing could ever top this.

ever.

“fuck, i’m sorry i-“ he says pulling out, a panic stricken look instantly spreading across his face.

“mackie, stop. don’t worry about it. i told you to do it. everything will be fine.” you giggle.

“are you sure?” he asks.

“yes i’m sure.” you reply, leaning up to kiss him once again.

“damn we gotta keep this a secret big time.” he says and the two of you laugh.

after some moments of winding down, you found yourselves back in your clothes just like you were before all of this. you laid in silence next to each other looking up at the bright stars, wondering where you went from here.

“i think im in love with you.” you say simply.

“what?” he says turning his head to look at you.

“i said im in love with you.” you reply, turning to look at him.

“i heard you, i just wanted to hear you say it again.” he smirks as you smack him on the chest.

“hey hey, quit.” he giggles.

“it’s not funny mackie. i’m serious.” you say sternly.

“i know you’re serious baby, and i am too.” he says, catching your hands and holding onto it.

“you’re what too?” you push.

“i’m in love with you. so fucking deeply, i can’t even comprehend it. it scares the shit out of me y/n. i love you so fucking much it scares me.”

“why are you afraid?”

“because i don’t want to lose you. i don’t wanna fuck this up. that’s why i’ve never said anything. i love you so much y/n. you have to understand.” he finishes, your heart jumping at the sound of his words.

“i understand my love. you’re never going to lose me. never in a million years.” you reply, your hands finding their way to his cheeks, smiling as you press your lips back to his.

you fell asleep on his chest, waking up to the sun peeking over the horizon. the two of you got up just in time to clean up the boat and sneak in the house, the dirty blanket thrown quickly in the wash before he slips into your room with you, hoping to wake up next to you every morning for the next week. he couldn’t live without it.

he couldn’t live without you.

[bullet-prooflove]

Here we go! Jealousy with either Alden or Dwayne.

Alden will not admit he’s jealous despite the fact every single person in his orbit knows that he is. It’s in the way his jaw clenches when he sees Commander Ray talking to you, his eyes narrow and his nostrils flare. He doesn’t like feeling this way, it's an ugly emotion but the thing is there’s a familiarity in the way that Commander Ray touches you, an intimacy. He knows that the two of you have slept together, that he was the first man who tried to love you after Kris.

“I was the failure.” You had explained to Alden when you were talking about old flames. “I was too raw after the divorce, the wounds were too fresh. We couldn’t make it work.”

It’s been more than a few years since then but he can tell that Commander Ray’s feelings for you haven’t changed. In fact Alden thinks Commander Ray falling in love with you all over again and honestly who can blame him.

You’re a beautiful woman, diligent, smart, compassionate and you’re in a much better place than you were back then.

It comes to a head in the breakroom, Alden’s making coffee when Commander Ray makes an appearance. He offers him one because it’s polite and he knows that’s what you would want him to do. He doesn’t intend to stick around and chat but Commander Ray has other ideas.

“You and Lisa are pretty close right?” He asks Alden as he adds the creamer to his mug.

“You could say that.” Alden replies as he takes a sip from his coffee cup.

“I’m thinking of taking her to this little Italian place tonight.” He tells Alden as he picks up a sugar cube and deposits it into his cup. “Trying to rekindle the flame.”

“She does like pasta.” Alden remarks with an amused expression on his features because he knows whatever Commander Ray has planned for you, it won't be happening.

Commander Ray tilts his head towards Alden, he takes in his demeanour, his body language.

“You don’t like me do you?” Commander Ray ventures and Alden crosses his arms over his chest.

“No, I really don’t.” He tells the other man.

“You wanna clue me in?” Commander Ray asks. “Or do I have to guess?”

“Lisa, the woman you’re trying to fuck.” Alden explains as he holds up his hand to show Commander Ray the platinum wedding band on his finger. “She’s my wife.”

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[babiebom]

Please please please please PLEASE do the nsfw alphabet for sdv harvey? He’s my husband I love him soooo much

A/N: yes!! I’m surprised there haven’t been more requests for Harvey I thought he was more popular. Also since you didn’t specify I’ll do three random ones? If you want something specific you can request again :)

Tw: sexual content

Alphabet Post Masterlist

A- Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The man is a doctor, he had to have gone through med school and biology? So rather than the others he knows just how important Aftercare is for both the body and the mind. The man WILL NOT REST until you are comfortable and happy and have had just a little bit of a snack and water. KING of aftercare we love a smart man.

E-Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Like a lot of people, I think this man FUCKS. I do think that in college he had a period of time where he just slept around as a way to be less stressed with all of his classes and life in general. Don’t worry he used protection, and was safe about everything so VERY experienced and knows what he is doing.

On the other hand he could be like a total virgin but i doubt it.

I-Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I think he is the second most romantic just behind Elliott. While Elliott has the writing romance bone, Harvey is more of a romantic person that is just a bit clumsy? He will put roses and make dinner, but might burn the dinner and forgets to cut the thorns off. It’s endearing though. Like the hot air balloon date.

[lxinesux]

i’m holding my breath for you

Characters: Tasm!Peter Parker

Relationships: Peter Parker/Reader

Summary: Reader regrets her time with Peter and attempts to push him away to get her friendship back. Peter does not take it well. Smut ensues.

Warnings: Blood, Fingering,Loss of Virginity, Floor + Counter Sex, Creampie, mildly dark!Peter, Possessive Sex

A/N: There’s a read more because this gets smuttyish pretty early. love creepy peter, hes just a liddle freak 😭. this is the unexpected second part of a story i posted in june-ish. read the first part here!

It had happened, it was real.

He got to touch the untouchable-make you cry out and cum and squirm. He did that. He had been the first to do that.

He’d wanted to fuck you-either with his fingers or his cock-but you were way too spent. He teased you relentlessly in the shower-chasing water droplets that ran over your body with his mouth, touching you all over, kissing you roughly against the shower wall.

You were irresistible, adorable, as you shied away from him, trying to keep his hands above your waist.

“I don’t think…I can’t…”

You could. You could come again. Over and over and over until you couldn’t stand. But he didn’t want to push you. That had been your first orgasm with another person. Stamina could be worked on later.

You were in your head, too. He could tell. You were never the most talkative but there was something going on between your ears he desperately wanted to know about.

Did you regret it? What happened?

Fuck. Did you not trust him anymore?

Was there a way for him to regain that trust?

-

He corners you in the kitchen, the smallest room in the entire apartment. It was very easy to do, given how small you were in comparison to him.

“We have to talk.”

“About what?” You turn away from him, trying to organize the groceries you bought on your measly paycheck. There wasn’t much, and he could tell you were avoiding him. You could only pick up and put down the same clementine before it became personal.

“About…that.”

“No, we don’t.”

His heart breaks a little.

He thought he’d made his case very clear and apparent.

He was in love with you. Had been for a very long time.

“I haven’t felt the way I do about you since…”

The silence lingers heavily in the kitchen. Your spine is ramrod straight, shoulders tensed. And you’re not looking at him.

Looking like a perfect soldier. Looking like you weren’t human, but a perfect robotic clone. The portrait of frigidity.

His stomach twists. Okay. Alright.

“Forget I said anything. We can just…we can go back to where we were before.”

“Can we?”

The knife between his ribs twists. Wonderful. Great.

“I don’t see why not. We can just..forget this happened.”

“Peter…”

He brushes past you, “Gotta head out.”

“Peter, wait-”

“‘Ts fine. There’s nothing left to say, fresh restart. Factory settings. Just…stop.”

And you do stop. You watch helplessly as he crawls out of the window and into the frigid night air.

-

Peter was avoiding you entirely.

You attempt to wait up for him, now that he’d made a habit of going on patrol without you. But more than once, you would fall asleep.

You found yourself missing him. The smell of his skin, his hair tickling your nose, the feeling of his arms around you while you slept.

The few times you saw each other in the apartment, he was curt if he made conversation at all. Not even a good morning or good night, just ‘hey’ and ‘bye.’

You’d rather be in the basement at Oscorp getting your brain scrambled than deal with this pain.

-

You had gone on your own patrol and had gotten back way past mid morning in an attempt not to run into Peter. You’d changed into your civies and walked through the front door-

There’s a stranger in your apartment.

She must have not seen you or if she’d seen you, she didn’t care. The entire apartment smells like breakfast-smoky and sweet alongside the bitter sting of coffee.

And she’s wearing Peter’s favorite t-shirt.

It’s fucking Lucy. Lucy from fucking accounting. She couldn’t figure out how to use the copy machine. The goddamn copy machine!

And she was in your shared apartment.

She had slept here, had slept in Peter’s bed, your bed.

She fucked your Peter.

The kitchen isn’t that large, the aisle blocking off the living room is short enough that the two of you make eye contact as soon as she turns her head.

“Lucy, I told you to-” Peter’s voice comes from behind you.

“Get the fuck out of our house.”

How dare he. How fucking dare he. Fucking sleep with some random girl beause you wanted space? You wanted his friendship back and he fucks LUCY?

Her lips are parting, like she wants to say something. Her hand is on her hips, like you’re just some girl in competition. Like you didn’t know how to break her neck in a millisecond, like you didn’t have the training to ruin that pretty face.

In an instant, she was an enemy and your programming slams into overdrive. You’re up and over the counter in a millisecond, the t-shirt bunched into your first.

Superhuman strength is a blessing and a curse. You only mean to maybe shove her lightly.

What you do instead is leave a Lucy sized hole in the cheap door to your apartment. She lands at the end of the hall. Every door on the floor is flung open, revealing shock and amused faces alike-all of them turned to you.

-

“You’re so lucky we weren’t evicted,” He sighed, “And that Lucy was only a little bruised.”

A little bruised was an understatement. Lucy has a contusion in her shoulder that’ll take weeks to heal.

You tried not to look too pleased at the news as you helped Peter install the new door.

“She’s lucky she was only bruised,” You breathe through your nose.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. Why did you even bring her here? Couldn’t you guys shack up at her place or something?”

“I didn’t think you’d be back before morning.” He actually has the grace to look guilty, maybe a little sad.

“Whatever.”

More silence.

You chew diligently on your bottom lip until he speaks.

“I’m sorry. It’s been weird these past few weeks. I think…I think it’d be best if I moved out?”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, you’re actually comfortable like this? We nearly fuck, we kiss. You mauled my one-night stand! You push me away, you try to reel me back in. Forgive me for getting mixed signals!” His hands move into his hair, running his fingers through it, “I can’t do this anymore, I really can’t! Seeing you, it’s like…it’s fucking torture. I can’t do it.”

“You don’t talk to me for weeks and this is what you have to say!? You think this is easy for me?! God, Peter! I don’t know how to feel about you! I’m a fucking lab experiment gone rogue! I’m barely a person! What part of that screams girlfriend material to you!”

“I’ll let the landlord know I’m getting off the lease. I’ll be out at the end of the month.”

“So that’s it?”

“I can call Stark back, so you aren’t by yourself. I know you hate that. I don’t want you to have to be alone. We just…can’t be alone together. Not like this. Not until I’m over this…”

“Fuck you, Peter Parker.”

The new door slams, the hinges cracking.

-

You’re awake for hours, waiting for him to come home. You smell him before you see him.

Blood. You smell blood, thick and salty, and wrong on Peter.

His suit has been shredded along his abdomen, the blood making the spandex cling to the open wounds.

He nearly falls through the window and you catch him before he hits the floor. Guilt is swift and immediate.

Wordlessly, you help him to the bathroom. He doesn’t fuss, doesn’t put up a fight.

You peel off his suit gently, careful of the-are those claw marks in his chest? Before you can grab the first aid, his fingers are loosely wrapped around your wrist. He pulls you towards him. Pressing you against him, his sweaty bloody body touching your skin. He lets out a tense breath.

“Peter-”

“Just let me hold you. Just for a little bit.”

You can’t say no to him. You let him run his fingers through your hair, rub your back. Gently, you lay your head on his shoulder, trying to be careful of his wounds but selfishly trying to soak up all the emotion and touch you haven’t felt in weeks.

“I’m sorry,” He breathes out after a long stretch of silence.

“I..I’m sorry, too.”

“I kept trying to push you.”

“I was trying to protect you from me.”

He takes your face in his hands. His blood feels tacky on your cheeks. He brings your foreheads together, his breath warm against your lips. You remember what it was like to kiss him. How he’d begged for it, begged for something so simple as that.

The thought makes your body pulse in ways you don’t want to think about. Not right now. His thumb rubs against your cheek, leaving your flesh tingling in its wake.

“I don’t need you to protect me. Let alone protect me from something I want.”

“I told you before, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

He chuckles weakly before letting you go. You grab the first aid kit out of the medicine cabinet but still feel his eyes tracing along your back. When you turn, he doesn’t shy away from his staring, a goofy smile still plastered on his face.

“I wanna kiss you again.”

“Peter, can you focus?”

“So mean to me,” He pouts when you come near him, “I’m injured and you won’t kiss me better?”

“You’ve lost a lot of blood. Healing factor is making you loopy. Sit up straight, I’m going to disinfect your wounds.”

“Yes ma’am,” In the same scratchy voice that he had when he-

Ugh. You are not thinking about that right now. Even if he’s being too handsy, running his hands over your hips, up your sides. Trying to pull you into his lap.

“I can smell it, ya know? Super senses.”

You want to dose him with the rubbing alcohol bottle just to get him to stop talking. His blood was clotting nicely and you’ve since surmised that most if the blood on him wasn’t him as you feared.

“Smell what?” You dab him gently instead. A tight, clean gauze dressing and the deep marks should go away in a few days. You apply the clean cotton and begin to wrap him up, seconds away from applying skin safe tape.

“When your cunt’s wet, when I turn you on. Like now. Can smell it, always have. That’s how I know you want this too, you’re just scared.”

Your noses touch when you look at him earnestly, “I am scared.”

“I’m scared, too,” His fingers move through your hair, his eyes scan your face, “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t wanna lose your trust.”

It feels good. The silence surrounding you doesn’t feel as oppressive knowing that you’re both in it together. Your eyes close without your permission, lounging once again the comfort of just having Peter touch you again.

“I trust you, Peter.”

You feel his face move further toward you, his lips inches away from yours.

“Say that again,” he whispers breathlessly, “Please, say that again.”

“I trust you.”

-

It was the closest thing to confirmation he was ever going to get, but he’d take it.

His lips press against yours, a soft peck. Another and another until he can feel your body relax. He’s been so starved of you, greed fills him when your lips part. He lifts you up, possessive hands firm on your ass.

God, you were soft. So soft and warm. He wants to devour you, piece by piece.

He puts you on the bathroom counter, your legs hike up over his hips. Your pussy is pressed against the tent in his pants through your thin sleep shorts.

He won’t pull away. His lips leave yours only briefly to catch his breath. Your shaky hands move through his hair and he shutters.

“Missed you so bad,” He whispers, “Missed you so fucking bad.”

His hands move up your shirt, his warm hands traveling up to your bra and then running back down to your thighs.

You whimper, your flesh breaking out in goosebumps. His lips trail pecks from your mouth, across your cheek, and down your neck. The soft noises you make control him. You’ve never experienced pleasure like this and he wanted to be the only one to give it to you.

The only person you’ll ever have. The idea of anyone else seeing you melt like this makes him suck the sensitive skin of your neck between his teeth.

“Peter-“ Slightly desperate. Begging almost.

He pets your hair, “Shh, baby. I’m right here. Do you feel me?”

He pulls your hips tighter to him. Your fingers dig into his shoulders. When you hiss between your teeth, he can feel himself leak precum.

“Y…yeah…” You move minutely against him, “Yeah, feel you. Feels good…”

He kisses you again, just to taste the words. He pulls away just to get your shirt off. New skin for him to put his mouth on. He unhooks your bra easily, how starved he was for your flesh. He mouths along your collarbones, leaving bruises with his mouth that would linger on your skin.

He kisses down your chest. Your nipples are hard and pink and distracting.

“Peter, Peter, I-“

His tongue swirls around a nub, the other is tortured by his fingers. He pulls it away from your flesh. You try to move your chest further into his face. Christ, you’re so fucking adorable. You gasp and writhe.

Fuck, you’re getting so wet too. He can feel it against him, dampening the front of your panties and his Spidey suit.

His cock aches. He needed to be inside you, couldn’t take getting pushed away again. He was going insane. He was going to jump out of his skin if he had to wait any longer.

“Get down.”

“Wha?” Your voice is thick and heavy. Your eyes are glazed over. It’s making it so much worse.

“Get down, lean over the counter.”

For the first time in weeks, you do as you're told. Your panties are around your ankles before you realize it. He spreads your ankles apart.

Your pussy is pink and glistening. His mouth waters while he admires it. You whine.

“Nah baby, don’t be embarrassed. Most perfect thing I have ever seen…” He kisses along your shoulders, down your back.

His hand moves between your thighs, “You’ve never had anything inside this sweet pussy, have you?”

Your cheeks are flushed, “No…”

He smiles, reaching around your front and pressing against your clit.

“Oh my god-“

“Breathe, baby,” He presses the tip of one finger against your opening, “Gonna open you up so I don’t hurt you. It’ll feel good, I promise. Just breathe.”

One finger slides in instantly. In and out, hearing the sound of your soaked cunt. He can see your legs lock at first as you feel the awkward pressure. You relax again when you get accustomed to one finger. Another slides alongside and you keen as the press against that spot inside you.

“Too much…” You whimper.

“Pretty girl, I know you can take more,” His fingers speed up slightly as you leak against him, “Fuck, you’re so tight. Been dreaming about you cumming around my cock…”

Your eyes flutter closed, your mouth opens just slightly. Your hips move back against his fingers. You might be trying to say something, but the only thing Peter can hear is-

“Ah, ah, fuck, please…”

Your face in the mirror is gonna make him lose it. He gently tilts your head back.

“Look at yourself,” He whispers in your ear, eyes locking with yours in the reflection, “Look at what I’m doing to you…”

Another finger, his free hand returns home to your clit. You don’t avert your eyes, even though you really want to. Watching your own skin flush, your pupils unfocuses, your jaw slack.

“‘m so close…so close…”

Embarrassing for you, arousing for him.

He pulls his hands away from you. You whine, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “No!”

You feel the tip of him press against your hole. Protests die in your throat. He’s big. So big, you don’t know if he’ll fit. He might tear you apart. You feel so empty though, open and ready. If he doesn’t do something, your heart is gonna explode in your chest.

You trust him.

He’s trying so hard to be patient. You’re a fucking velvet vice around the head of his cock and he wants to feel you all around him. He pushes in farther, letting out a strained moan.

Your breathing picks up, your eyes squeeze shut. He knows before you say. He can feel your walls pulse, your thighs quivering-

“Cumming, Peter, fuck I’m gonna-“

He nearly finishes right there and then. Your cunt tightens impossibly around him, trying to milk him for all his worth. Your body crumples, nearly hitting the floor. He holds you while you shutter through it, kissing along your temple.

He guides you gently to the floor, laying you on your back before boxing you in with his own. He guides your thighs over his hips.

He slides in much easier after your first orgasm. By the time he’s fully seated inside you, you already accept your fate. He takes a minute to look where you're conjoined, your puffy pussy taking all of him.

He pulls out just enough before slamming back in, watching your face. Your groan, your head lulling back. He does it again, and again. Shallow, slow thrusts to get you used to the weight of him. He’s seeing stars behind his eyes, watching your face contort while he overstimulates you on purpose.

“You’ve got more in you,” He pants out, “I know you’ve got more in you.”

Those swallow thrusts change into deeper, faster ones. Hitting that spot inside you over and over. Your skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, his blood is drying on your body. The sight of it is making him insane. Peter leans over and starts sucking bruises into the soft flesh of your neck. His teeth trace your jugular.

“One more,” He breathes in your ear, “Gimme one more…”

Your abs are twitching underneath him, whimpering and whining and clinging to him. You say his name over and over, like it’s the only word that exists in your brain.

His thrusts get more sloppy, feeling your own second impending orgasm build pushes him toward the edge.

“Gonna cum inside you…” Not a question, a statement.

No going back.

You only cry out, seeking out his mouth to drown out the embarrassing noises you’re making. He licks into your mouth just as you tighten and gush around him again.

With one final thrust, he cums deep inside you. He bites down hard on your lower lip.

Now, he’s got your blood on him. No matter how small the amount.

“I love you,” He whispers against your skin, “I love you…”

You nod, struggling to catch your breath. You lean your head against him.

“If you love me, really, you’ll help me clean up.”

He laughs. It’s the prettiest sound you’ve heard in weeks.

“Fine,” He presses a noisey kiss to the crown of your head, “Shower?”

“A shower shower,” You say, “No funny business.”

“I promise nothing.”

“Christ, Peter, at least wait until I can stand…”

It’s a start.

[needtotouchsomegrass]

Levi x Reader | Office au | smut | tw: 18+

Word count: 3k +

What would you do if you’re cold hearted, hot boss would walk in on you while playing with yourself in the office?……

tw: smut | sex | office sex | praising

It’s another Monday night at the office. I’m working late to make sure I’ll able to hand in that one sports article by midnight. All of my friends and colleagues have left already to be with their families and friends.

No one’s waiting for me, so I can definitely pull a night shift. Won’t be able to push this article further anyways. Boss would get super mad.

I sigh rubbing my temples. It’s only 09:35pm and I still got about 2000 words to write. Ugh. I hate this job - I don’t - I hate the fact that I procrastinate until I’m so stressed out I don’t get anything done.

I sigh again feeling the wetness between my legs. I have been sitting here all day. My thighs rubbing against each other.

It’s been some time since I’ve slept with someone. After my stupider ex fiancé left me for someone half my age I haven’t felt the confidence to go out and meet new people.

I’m too old for that anyways. Turning 35 in October means it’s time to get a dog - a golden retriever for sure.

I sigh. 09:38pm.

I move my hips from side to side , grinding back in forth in my chair to loose up my back and legs. Gosh I need Sex! I close my eyes intensifying my movements until I feel myself getting wetter.

I take a look around the office - no one’s here. That means no one’s gonna know too. It’s just me. By myself.

I get up from my desk and walk along the hall. Some coworkers tend to need space from their desks every now and then so my boss got us spare rooms where we can hang out and relax to get a clear mind before returning to work.

Entering one of the rooms I close the door. Exhaling loudly I lean against it with my back.

Is this a good idea? Should I really do it here? Well, who’s gonna stop me? Jesus? No!! Man never existed.

I set myself down on one of the free desks standing around, leaning against it with my back, letting my hands slide over my body. Grabbing my boobs. Damn I have wonderful tits. My ass ain’t that bad either.

My head falls back while my hands run along my curves.

I close my eyes sliding my hand in between my skin and underwear. A gasp leaving my mouth as I realize how wet I am, feeling it literally drip down my folds.

I massage my tits as I run my fingers along my wetness. My bottomlip trembling.

My fingertips circle my clit having me legs shudder. I push a finger in and moan, not able to hold myself back any longer. Having something inside me after such a long time feels heavenly.

A second finger. Just the right length to hit the spot that’s driving me crazy.

I start pushing in and out of myself consistently at a quicker pace, gaining wet sounds from my pussy.

This feels too good to be true.

My head falls back. The air getting hotter and thicker around me as I keep hitting my weak spot.

Suddenly the door opens making me halt in all of my movements.

I squeeze my eyes shut not able to face the person entering. Shit shit shit. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Seems like you’re enjoying yourself”, a deep male voice. Footsteps edge closer to where I’m standing, glued to the desk, hands still on myself

He must be standing right in front me now. I can smell his perfume. Woody, clean.

I feel the table shift on both of my sides , “that’s quite the nasty thing to do in my office”, he’s so close I feel his breathe on my nose. There’s a heat radiating of him.

Did he say his office??! It can’t be, can it?

I open my eyes and meet my boss’s gaze. His steel blue eyes staring in mine.

They’re really pretty up close.

My eyes widen as I realize what situation I’m in.

His tall, brought figure leaning above me. His shirt half unbuttoned, eyes deep , breathe as heavy as my own.

“Sir I -“, I try to explain as he presses bis lips onto mine. His hands slide around my waist pulling me against him. Hand gripping one of my ass cheeks as his tongue meets mine, having me moan into his mouth.

His lips leave mine and travel along my throat and collarbone.

“You’re wearing too much”, he whispers before pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it to the ground.

His eyes wander across my body. Something in his gaze seems impressed.

He cups my breast with his hand, mouth sucking and biting on my nipple. I wrap my arms around his neck, running my hands through his ash black hair.

His tongue wanders up my body again. I moan as he continues to suck and bite on my sensitive skin.

He backs away, lips plump and red, cheeks flushed, hair messy.

I try to catch my breath to ask if there is something wrong. Except for literally what we’re doing right now.

I gasp as he lifts me up setting my down in top of the desk, towering over me.

He pushes my legs open, skirt further up, before kneeling down.

“Oh god, no!”

I place my hands in front of myself realizing what he’s about to do.

He furrows his brows giving me a questioning look.

“What’s the matter?” “I - ugh you can’t just do this.” “Why?” “It’s wrong. You’re my ….boss.”

His hands cup my ass while he’s still kneeling between my legs.

He chuckles. Obviously finding this while chaos way more entertaining than I am.

“You’re Right. I am your boss. That means you do what I say. And right now I want you to take your pretty little hands out of my way.”

His voice is deep and raspy but yet calm and collected.

My heart beats faster in my chest.

I move my hands to my sides looking away to avoid his gaze.

He chuckles again. This time darker and more to himself.

His hands wrap around my thighs keeping my legs opened.

I feel his breath on me as his face moves closer to where I’m aching the most.

A loud gasp leaves my mouth as his tongue runs along my inner thigh before leaving a hickey right next to my entrance - where the skin is the most sensitive.

He’s slow and tentatively getting closer to my cunt as if to find out what pleasures me.

My head falls back as he licks a long my folds. So slowly that I can’t help but arch my back trying to get away. Too bad that his grip on my thighs is so tight it won’t let me move an inch - probably gonna be bruised tomorrow thanks boss.

His tongue starts to move faster, circling around my clit. “Ugh please no - ah”.

I hear him chuckle, feeling his smile against my skin.

He gets up to his feet gaze locked on me as he loosens his belt.

“You’re a mess y/n”, he grins.

He’s right. Even though I can’t see it I can feel how turned on I am.

I watch him getting rid of his belt, veins showing on his hands as he does it.

He inches closer, standing between my legs.

“I need your consent.”

I meet his eyes. They’re sincere with a dark spark in them.

“Mr. Ackerman, I’m all yours for tonight.”

He chuckles, showing his dimples.

God this man is attractive. How did I never notice?

“Levi”, he says. “Alright Levi”, I say with a smirk on my face “you have my consent.”

And with that his lips crash into mine as if I’d just released a wild animal. His hands everywhere, making sure to touch every part of my body.

His hand slides into his boxers pulling out his length.

He aligns himself with me, his hand cupping my cheek as his eyes lock onto mine.

I give him a short nod before his pushes himself inside me.

My head falls back, lips parting as he slides in deeper and deeper. His hands placed on my waist keeping me steady. He’s cursing to himself. Cute.

He inches closer and closer until he’s fully buried inside me. He holds still one hand moving up to my cheek again.

“Breathe. You okay?”

My eyes closed I feel myself stretching around his cock.

He’s huge. Holy fuck. I feel full.

“Hm”, I nod my eyes watery.

“Y/n it’s gonna stop to hurt.”

He starts to move slowly in and out having me moan with each thrust.

I bite my lip as he starts to do it faster. Soon the pain fades into pleasure.

Levi’s found a pace that does both of us well.

His lips find mine again as I wrap my arms and legs around him. I need this man. God how much I need him.

His trusts get rougher and deeper hitting every single spot possible.

My eyes water, emotions uncontrollable as his skin slaps against mine, both out breaths heavy. The air getting thicker and hotter around us.

Everything a blur.

“Levi I - fuck”, I breathe earning another grin from him.

His lips find my neck for the millionth time as he switches the pace to something more slow yet forceful.

I moan into his mouth every time he pushes his full length inside my dripping cunt.

He grunts.

He’s getting closer too.

Levi holds my legs up having me kay flat on the desk.

Is squeak as he slaps my ass.

His gaze meets mine, eyes dark, smirk playing around his lips as if he’s planing something.

My eyes roll back as he thrusts back inside my already well-fucked pussy. This time going even deeper and faster.

A tingling sensation builds up un my stomach growing with each of his thrusts.

My breath gets quicker, my hands holding onto the edge of the desk. Knuckles white.

His thrusts get rougher having me bite my lip, holding onto dear life.

I get closer and closer to the edge until it hits me.

My eyes roll back and my back arches as the orgasm washes over me. “Ugh fuck”, Levi groans as my walls squeeze him tight. He keeps going, my legs shaking in front of his chest.

I feel my cum dripping down between my ass cheeks. Whimpering with each trust. Tears forming in my eyes.

Levi continues to fuck me senseless until the feeling builds up again.

This time much more intense.

He places a soft kiss on my leg.

“Cum for me again princess.”

His thrusts get sloppier, faster and deeper having me moan his name with each one of them.

“Levi I -“, I gasp as he bottoms me out, twitching inside me. Head buried in the crook of my neck.

My back lifts off the desk again as another wave of satisfaction crashes into me. My vision blurry as tears form my eyes.

Levi whispers something I’m not able to hear due to the overstimulation hitting me.

He pulls out, my legs falling limp to both of my sides. Muscles to weak to keep them up any longer.

I exhale loudly heart pounding in my chest.

Levi chuckles standing between my legs. His eyes hover over my body as if he were an artist taking a look at his work.

“Y/n you’re beautiful.”

He helps me sit up. Holding me steady as my body adjusts to the position.

He cups my cheek gently wiping away one of the tears. Happy tears. I-just-had-really-good-overwhelming-sex tears.

“Y/n you’re a beautiful woman and I’d be stupid to let anyone fuck you like that other than myself.”

The end :) hehe

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[dawnagustd]

the naughty sheriff || kth

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.

➻ title: the naughty sheriff ➻ pairing: sheriff deputy!taehyung x f!reader  ➻ genre: fantasy | holiday | magic | smut  ➻ word count: 1.7k  ➻ rating: 18+    ➻ warnings: unprotected sex | creampie | breath play | taehyung has a massive cock | degradation | dom!taehyung | sub!reader | consensual gun play (graphic) | restraints(hand cuffs) | hair pulling | doggystyle | car sex | rough sex | intense orgasm | Sir kink | cervix touching | spanking | power play dynamics | oral sex with an object | abuse of power | spit play | manhandling | mentions infidelity | mentions theft and crime | more cameo from the boys | the ending is a cliff ➻ author’s note: Please read the warnings carefully for this one guys !! And y’all please don’t judge me. I haven’t opened this doc since 2021 lol. It’s unedited but I will edit it later. If you’re following the little bit of story hidden in this filth, you will need to read the epilogue to understand the ending and the point of all this.

“Get moving.”

“Yes, Sir,” you sing.

The two of you march to his car, and that’s when the sheriff turns your body towards him.

“I want you gone, understand?”

“I will leave,” you giggle. “Once I’m done.”

“Well,” Taehyung tsks. “You can’t leave without saying goodbye, can you?”

You shake your head in denial.

You assumed that you two had a nonverbal agreement. You’ll look the other way if he did the same. He’s been in every window you’ve bypassed, kissing some rich housewife under the mistletoe while their husband slept peacefully.

What they don’t know is that they're just a part of his twisted game. While his lovers are busy cutting him a slice of something sweet, he’s robbing them of anything that sparkles. The expensive jewelry their husbands have bought goes into his pocket and is never seen again.

On Christmas morning, he’ll smirk knowing they won’t be able to say a word about who may have taken it to their husbands. Those same men will pay him big money to arrest the thief, and he will arrest a thief. Just not the one responsible for the actual crime.

“I guess I can’t, but um… Weren’t you busy just now?” 

You recall his security patrol of the hospital earlier and wonder if he’s still on duty.

“I already snatched what I came here for,” he says with a wink. Taehyung guides you closer to his vehicle. He stops walking once your back hits the ice-covered glass. “Now, what should I do with you?”

Your smile grows. 

“Anything you’d like, Sir.”

“Damn. Any requests?” he asks.

You look over your shoulder at his car and nod your head.

“Throw me on your backseat and fuck me like you’ve had a bad day.”

And the sheriff does not decline. He opens his door and shoves you inside, still bound in his cuffs. Your back hits the cold interior with a thud. You try to spread your legs, but Taehyung has other plans. He flips you over on your stomach and raises your hips in the air.

“I’ve been watching this ass sway through my town all night, and you didn’t think I’d want a piece?” he growls, tearing your flimsy clothing off.

You hear him fidgeting with his belt until he’s able to pull his pants down to his thighs. Your wiggle to give him an eyeful while he aligns his dick with your opening, but he slaps your ass and tells you to stay still.

“I’m in charge,” he informs. As if that’ll do him any good.

Your wetness allows Taehyung to enter smoothly, and his deep voice moans once he’s buried inside. He grabs your waist and starts pulling you back on his dick. Each time he thrusts into your guts, the breath leaves your body. You don’t have to see him to know his cock is monstrous. 

Your hands want to reach above you to stop your head from banging into the door, but they’re secured behind your back. The pressure building inside of you distracts you from the discomfort, so the banging is forgotten about rather quickly.

“Sir, this feels so good.”

Your words are muffled as a result of being face down, but Taehyung understands clearly. His palm slaps your ass again and your pussy squeezes around him in response.

“Say thank you, whore,” he commands. “Tell me how much you appreciate my services.”

His laughter fills the vehicle and gives you a sea of goosebumps. Its volume penetrates the seating and sends vibrations through your body.

“Fuck! Thank you, Sir!”

But your response isn’t good enough for the sheriff. He grabs you by the hair and snatches you up before leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he grunts. “You’re sounding like an ungrateful ass whore, right now.”

“Sheriff! Thank you for giving me your cock,” you sob. “I’m not worthy.”

“Goddamn right, you aren’t.” He pulls out his pistol, and the sound of it clicking only adds to your adrenaline. “Tell me where you think I should put this.”

He twists your head to look you in the eyes, but the only thing you can focus on is what’s in his right hand.

“In my mouth, Sir.” Taehyung hesitates, and you grow impatient. “Please.”

“Say less,” he answers. You open your mouth, and Taehyung doesn’t wait any longer. You don’t realize how heavy it is until it’s resting on your tongue. “It’s not loaded, okay.”

Not that it would matter in your case. You can swallow bullets and shit them out, but you appreciate the courtesy. You thank him the best you can with a mouth full of steel but it only results in you getting your saliva all over the muzzle.

“Fuck.”

Taehyung doesn’t miss it either. His cock twitches inside of you when he observes the way your lips wrap around his gun, just like…

“I bet you can suck the hell out of a cock,” he comments.

“Mhm.”

So you prove it. While Taehyung thrusts into your pussy, you treat his gun like it’s just another dick and proceed to give it some head as his owner watches in awe.

You’re careful with your teeth, and you make every noise you’re capable of making to mimic the sound of some sloppy cock sucking. You take in more and more until your chin touches the trigger guard. You then pull off of it, leaving a slick sheen behind from where your mouth coated the metal.

“Shit!” Taehyung’s mind could not handle an image so lewd while he’s balls deep in pussy. He sets his weapon on the floor and brings his hand around your throat instead. “...Gonna make us come so hard.”

And he doesn’t break his promise. He squeezes your neck until no air can slip through. He wraps his other arm around your body and uses his hand to give your throbbing clit some attention. 

The feeling hits you all at once. The pressure finally comes to a head and sends you soaring. You feel as high as the clouds, floating unsure of when you’re coming down. You want to scream, but it’s impossible to do so with the lack of air.

At some point, Taehyung spills his cum deep into your womb, but your body isn’t aware of it in its state. A minute goes by before Taehyung relaxes his grip and slowly grants you air. 

Your body falls forward, and then you feel the sheriff uncuffing your wrists one by one. You sigh once you’re able to move your limbs.

“Take a minute if you need to,” Taehyung says after you’ve both steadied your breathing. 

But you don’t have a minute, and neither does he.

“You should drive.” Your face is buried in your forearm, trying to hold your giggles.

“What?”

You reposition yourself to a sitting position so the sheriff can hear you clearly.

“I said you should start driving,” you repeat. “You said you’d take me home.”

“Not exactly,” he reiterates. 

You look at him with a brow raised. “I see.”

“I said I’d take you out of town. How you get home is none of my concern.”

You nod your head. You expected this, and you were anticipating it. 

“Well, I'll see you soon I guess.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Better not.”

“We’ll see,” you mutter.

You step out of the car dressed in attire a little bit more presentable for the occasion. It’s morning and the Heauxville residents gather around, waiting patiently for answers. And you shall provide.

“I know everyone is hurting right now. I could not imagine waking up on Christmas morning with nothing under the tree. But I’ve captured the culprit and interrogated him thoroughly. Unfortunately, the criminal is one you’ve all trusted.”

Just as you’re concluding your speech, Taehyung appears. He’s confused, but not for long.

“Wait a minute! Don’t listen to her,” he demands.

Unfortunately for him, no one wants to obey the orders of a crooked deputy.

“As I was saying… I know nothing will replace the joyous feeling of waking up to a home filled with goodies from the big guy, but I have sent a member of my staff to the residence of each and every one of you to replace everything you’ve lost. They’ll be waiting for you when you arrive,” you inform.

The crowd cheers, and two other deputies come to detain the ego-bruised sheriff. Once your job is done, they part ways and allow you to depart. The queen has saved the day yet again.

You never stay for the glory or the praise. The satisfaction comes from knowing that karma did its job. There’s no need to thank you.

“Hey!”

You hear a familiar voice call out to you once you’re nearly out of the thick crowd. Everyone grows silent, and your frantic baker appears, and he brought some friends.

“Can I help you?” you ask.

“So you’re just leaving?... We need to talk.”

You cackle. “No, love. We don’t.”

“But that’s bullshit. You can’t just fuck with people’s emotions like that,” Jungkook argues, stepping in front of him. 

The men surround you, but there’s nothing you can do. They made their own beds, now it’s time to lie in it.

“Jungkook, you’re absolutely right, and all of you should start taking that into consideration. Now, if you all will excuse me—”

“So it’s just fuck us, right?” the sheriff chimes in. “Regardless of how good we made you feel.”

“Or how we welcomed you,” Hoseok adds.

The next person to speak is the toymaker and he seems more disappointed than pissed.

“You shouldn’t have made promises you weren’t going to keep,” he tells you.

“Are you serious?” You can’t help but laugh at that. “Listen, I came here to give you a dose of your own medicine. Get over it.”

With that, you sashay away, but this group is persistent.

“What if we can’t?” Jimin shouts.

You turn around, clearly confused. As if on cue, the doctor breaks through the crowd.

“What if we can’t get over it?... Over you,” he explains. “What happens then?”

“What if I can’t get you out of my mind?” the sheriff speaks up.

You look at each of them and sigh. There is no room in your heart for anyone. Their emotions mean nothing to you. The sooner they realize that they’re the problem, the sooner they’ll realize you’re only here to cause pain. 

Until then…

[lilykatelyn-blog]

hey!!! can I request a riki oneshot where yall fight and you start ignoring him and he does everything to make it up??? and its a fluffy ending cuz i love mah boi. i looooved ur bf niki hc sooo much!!!

ofc!! Tysm anon!

ෆ I love you ෆ

pairing: riki x reader

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genre: fluff, angst-ish? I suck at angst sorry 😭 if you didn’t like this send me a message or send in a different request and I’ll fix it, sorry 😭.

warnings: none

summary: your boyfriend is in a bad mood after he gets home from a long day at work, and say something he shouldn’t have. what you don’t know, is that he is beating himself up and ready to beg you to talk to him.

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You jumped up when you heard the door jangle, greeting your boyfriend with a hug to which he just grumbled and walked away. “You okay Riki?” You ask him, eyeing him cautiously. “I’m fine.” He’s sweaty, and he looks upset. “Are you sure? Did you eat? Did-“ “I’m fine! Okay? I just need to go shower, and I don’t need you all clingy and all over me! Just leave me alone, god.” Big mistake. “Oh.” That’s all you could say, just oh. He walked away to go shower, and left you.

time skip

Maybe you shouldn’t have left.. maybe you could have talked about it.. no, you don’t want to be clingy, maybe he really meant it. I’ll just distance myself, that’ll make him happy. You thought to yourself. You put on your headphones, and left your phone on your bed. You got to working on your laptop since you had some work to do, not hearing your phone go off.

Time skip

You heard knocking on your door, so you yelled for your roommate to come in. You looked at the door and saw Riki. “Riki? What are you doing here?” “You ignored me so I wanted to see if you were okay.” Oh, did you ignore him? “I didn’t hear, I was working. My boss gave me some extra work- I’m sorry, did you need something important, I’m so sorry, I should have chec-mmph” you got cut off as he pulled you in a hug. that fucking giant had to bend half of his body down to meet yours. “did you ask anything important?” You asked him, trying to pull away to look at him, but he just pulled you in closer. “No, just wanted to make sure you were okay, I really didn’t mean what I said. I was tired and upset and- it was all just a tiring day, I’m sorry Jagiya.” He rambled, still hugging you really close. “It’s fine.” “You’re really not clingy, I’ll do anything to make it up to you! I’ll buy you whatever you want, I’ll make you food, I’ll make time in my schedule, I’ll get you backstage passes to my next show, I’ll-“ “Riki, it’s really fine.” “No I’ll give you anything-“ “it’s fine, now come, you look like you haven’t slept, so let’s cuddle hm?” He was like a little puppy, he looked so cute and sad. It broke your heart, but you guys cuddled and made up as you went to sleep for the night.

bonus

He wouldn’t let up the whole week, he bought you Prada, Chanel, he got you clothes, he stayed true to his word and gave you backstage passes, got a week off to spend time with you, tried to take you to Jamaica for a weekend, tried to buy you a car?! But you didn’t let him, and then he was back to normal, with your movie nights, date nights, everything. This is his way of silently saying I love you, and boy, do you love him too. <3

[diazheartsbuckley]

Fuck it Friday 🫶🏻

Haven’t done of these in a while but life’s been keeping me on my toes lately and I haven’t really had any energy or time to write. So this is more of tease than anything but I’ve gotten so far and I wanna share it with you guys 🥹 (cut a few sentences out to get to the good stuff lol)

Tagged by @daffi-990 @jeeyuns @jamespearce9-1-1 @wikiangela and @callmenewbie 🥰

“Sorry, I just-... I sat down to put on my socks and then I laid back down and I must’ve fallen asleep” He stretches his arms above his head, his growing stomach showing underneath his shirt.

“Don’t apologize. Here, let me help you” Eddie says and grabs the socks lying beside Buck, then he sits down on one knee in front of Buck and Buck almost instinctively puts his foot on Eddie’s knee, leaning back slightly.

“I’m not that big yet, I can put on my own socks” Buck grumbles as if he’s unhappy with the help. The way that Eddie is sitting almost makes it look like a proposal but instead of a ring, he’s holding socks. The thought of Eddie proposing sends a wave of excitement through Buck’s body but they aren’t even officially dating, so he can’t ask him about that; if it would be something that he’d like to do one day.

“You’re growing a human being, cariño. You’re gonna get all the help that I give you because I can’t really do much else” Eddie says, a fond smile plastered across his face as he stands up again, not even realizing that the nickname escaped his mouth.

“What was that?”

“Cariño? It’s just a nickname. Is it not okay? I can stop if you want. I just…”

Buck, feeling overwhelmed by Eddie’s care and endearing behavior, feels warm tears starting to roll down his cheeks and he sniffles, shaking his head and no words seem to come out of his mouth. At least not in full sentences.

“You’re just being so… And I’m just-... just. And you’re here and I-I-I… the nickname”

It takes a few minutes before Buck gets ahold of himself and once he’s done crying, he wipes his eyes with the back of his hands and then he begins to laugh instead. “I’m sorry, pregnancy hormones are no joke”

Eddie, taken slightly aback by Buck’s surging emotions, isn’t sure how to react but settles on laughing with him and stands up, taking Buck’s hands in his. “So I’ve heard. And hey, if a simple nickname can do that, then I guess that I’ll have to come up with some more” His tone of voice is teasing. He knows that it wasn’t all about the nickname but he couldn’t help it.

“I’d like that” Buck nods and takes a deep breath, feeling himself calming down. And once he’s calmed down, he finally stands up again, feeling shy as he takes off his shirt in front of Eddie. They haven’t seen each other naked since they slept together and a lot has happened since then. Eddie doesn’t know if he’s allowed to look or not but settles on doing it, amazement and a wave of warmth filling his chest as he’s seeing Buck’s growing bump for the first time.

(…)

“Before we leave, I just want to ask uhm-... Like there’ll be people from work there and a lot of them already think that we’re together. Or have been at least and I want to know if we-... If we are or not. I know that we’ve been mending things since my fall but what I’m trying to ask is-is, if you’re ready to be public with it or not?” Buck fumbles over his words and hates every second of it.

Eddie, in the middle of tying his shoes, stands up to face Buck and tilts his head, taking Buck’s words in. He wraps Buck in a warm embrace and then holds his face protectively in his hands. “Honestly? I don’t think we’re at a place where we should tell other people yet. I like being in this bubble, just you and me. Well, just you, me and the baby” Eddie concludes with a nod after pressing a kiss against Buck’s forehead. “This should be about you and the baby, not people learning that we’re together and shifting the focus on that instead”

“So, so we’re together?” Buck says with a teasing smile. They haven’t been on a date since they tried being a couple after sleeping together. But he also doesn’t need to go on a date with Eddie to think that they’re together. Just the fact that he’s been so supportive and caring is more than enough for Buck to want to get together. And the baby being Eddie’s makes it a very easy decision.

“Yes, mi amor. We’re together” Eddie says and then kisses Buck deeply, as if his life depended on it. He had never said it out loud but he knew that Buck was his saving grace. He didn’t really know what it was like to have a life outside of work before confessing and acting on his feelings for Buck.

It makes Buck feel a little dumbfounded but a wide smile spreads across his face, his lips still pressed against Eddie’s. “We’re together” He agrees and pulls back slowly, seeing Eddie with a warm smile on his face. “But we really should leave now”

Tagging!! @watchyourbuck @honestlydarkprincess @cal-daisies-and-briars @disasterbuckdiaz @thewolvesof1998 @vampbuckley @criminally-obsessed @lover-of-mine @fionaswhvre @wildlife4life @butraura @giddyupbuck @loserdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @jesuisici33 @theotherbuckley @nmcggg @loserdiaz 🦋💗