#RUNS INTO WALL AT TOP SPEED CRASHING THROUGH IT

[c10v3r]

hi chat

[zylev-blog]

HONK! CRASH!

Danny woke up with a jerk. He laid in bed for a long moment, staring at the ceiling and listening to the chaos downstairs. He could hear something running around the house honking, his dad yelling, and the sound of a gun going off. He didn’t have enough sleep to deal with this. All he had wanted was to sleep before school, but was that ever going to happen? No! Why was it always him that had to deal with everything?

“GRAB IT MADDIE, IT’S GETTING AWAY!” Dad yelled.

“I KNOW, JACK!” Mom yelled, shooting her gun again.

CRASH!

Danny rubbed his eyes with a deep sigh, tossing the covers off of him and putting his feet onto the floor. Just as he was about to get up, he heard thumping coming up the stairs. Great! Now he would get in trouble if he didn’t try to head off whatever was running around their house. He ran over to his bedroom door and yanked it open, running down the hall until he was face to face with a black duck. It wasn’t even a ghost! The duck had a patch of blue around its eyes that looked like a mask, and blue markings down the side of it. In his confusion, the duck slipped between his legs and kept running down the hall.

Jazz screamed from somewhere downstairs. “There’s another one!”

“IVE GOT IT!” Dad yelled.

Cursing, he ran after the duck just as his Mom ran up the stairs. He grabbed the duck off of the ground, ignoring it as it hissed at him and tried to bite him.

“What the fuck?” He asked Mom.

“Language, sweetie.” Maddie said while she aimed the gun at the duck in Danny’s hands.

“What’s going on?” He had to raise his voice to be heard over the duck squealing.

CRASH!

They both ignored the sounds coming from downstairs. Danny decided it wasn’t his immediate problem, so he said nothing on what sounded like Dad plowing through a wall at top speed while running.

“We thought these ducks were ghosts at first, but they’re not. We don’t know where they came from.” Maddie took a step towards him, a frown on her face. “They came out of the portal.”

The duck was still trying to bite him. It couldn’t even break the skin of his hand, so he didn’t try to fight it.

“Weird looking duck.” He commented. “Ducks aren’t blue.”

The duck squawked loudly in protest.

“GOT IT!” Jack yelled from downstairs.

“Can we like… throw it back in the portal?” He asked.

“It could come back in. We don’t know where in the portal it came from.” Mom said, lowering the gun now that the duck had stopped trying to escape.

“You think another dimension?” He asked as they walked downstairs.

“Perhaps. For now we’ll put them in the holding pod and figure out what to do next.” Mom led him down to the lab.

When they got down there, he added the duck in his hands to the cell that housed the other duck. The other duck was differently colored from the first. It was black, with green feet, a green mask around its eyes, and red markings along its body. The duck seemed to be howling bloody murder.

“This one put up a fight!” Dad said proudly. “Too bad it’s not a ghost.”

“Great. I can go back to sleep now, right?” He asked tiredly.

“You sure you don’t want to help with the interdimensional search? You’ve always been the best at this.” Mom offered.

“No thanks.” He declined, yawning. “But if they’re still here when I wake up then I’ll help.”

“Okay. Good night, sweetie.” Mom kissed his forehead.

“Night mom, Night dad.” He waved as he walked back upstairs.

As soon as he got back upstairs, he found Clockwork sitting on his bed. He screamed in frustration.

[ynsbarbbb]

tell me you love me | l. norris

hypothesis - on days like these, where everything just seems to go wrong, the uttered words from your boyfriend is the only cure.

pairing - lando norris x fem!driver!reader

[fic is inspired by “tell me you love me” by demi lovato]

“i need someone on days like this, i do”

“are you fucking kidding me right now?” you groan as your car’s engine died, right at the turn of the finish line. right at the turn of qualifying for the miami grand prix.

“come on, come on,” practically begging the car, trying to see if you could just get it back to life, to salvage the last bit of your pride that’s hanging on by a damn thin thread.

slamming your hands on the wheel, “son of a bitch!”

“lost power,” you sigh into your ear piece, defeated. laying your head on your hands that rested in the steering wheel.

this is really just what you needed.

another layer of cake on your already shitty day.

first the argument you had with lando this morning, really, about something so imbecile silly that you can actually laugh about it right now. running late, missing your shoe, bumping your hip on the counter - sure to leave a nasty bruise and lando not wanting to get out of the bed.

silly, right?

and now this.

“what happened?” zac questioned, concerned. the car was perfectly fine yesterday, practically soaring all over the track. you were sure that you’d start first pole by how the car roared.

“you fucking tell me,” you didn’t mean to be so harsh. zac’ question just scratched that itchy irritable spot that has been bothering you, all day.

zac sighed, not commenting on your response, sensing how it’ll make the situation worse.

knowing that if he said anything about your starting pole, which you already definitely knew, you’d blow your head.

smart man.

“sending tow, stay there.”

like you’d be going any fucking where.

~~

a coffee. that’s what you needed. a strong one at that.

with your suit arms tied around your hips you walk the way of the holy grail, not really observing your surroundings and stumbling straight into the blistering coffee cup of one of mclaren’s mechanics.

the liquid seeping through your shirt, burning your skin. his cup falling to the ground and shattering in hundreds of little pieces.

“y/n,” the mechanic was quick to react, grabbing napkins that rested on the edge of the table, dabbing at the material, pressing into your now third degree burn.

why didn’t you pay attention? why where you so wrapped up in your head?

why?

“just leave it,” hissing, you swatted the napkin from his hand, you take the route back to your room. the ceramic pieces crunching under your shoes.

with a hand pressed to your head, you can already feel the lump forming in your throat, eyes burning as tears well up behind your eyes. you bite your lip, you won’t succumb to today, you won’t show your white flag just yet.

you won’t acknowledge the pitying looks from everyone on your team.

you won’t acknowledge the murmurs on the paddock of mclaren’s worst starting pole.

you won’t acknowledge the desire you feel to be wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms.

you just won’t.

another, beautiful layer of cake stacked.

~~

“really?” you whine as you pat your pockets, looking for the keycard that’s used to unlock the door, but it comes out empty.

damn zac for changing the locks. damn the security protocol.

you left, or more like forgot, it at home. on the counter, where you usually leave it. your shoulders sag and with your back turned to the door you glide down it. arms wrapped around your knees and head rested on it.

here it comes, the wall to the well finally comes crashing down and the first tear rolls down your cheek landing on the coffee stain.

you finally hoist your white flag, today won.

a pretty red cherry on top of your stacked cake. a delicious topping.

“there you are,” a muppet voice says, breaking you from the train of thoughts that’s currently speeding down the tracks in your mind.

you look up, and lando is peeping around the corner of the wall.

on every other day you would’ve laughed at the sight.

your lip trembles and a new wave of tears wells up behind your eyes. lando makes quick work to scramble towards you, crouching down in front of you.

“hey, hey, no, none of that,” he’s gentle. he brought his hands up to your face, wiping the stray tears that ran down your face. you lean into his touch, and finally, something that feels right for today.

“turn that frown upside down,” he says in a sing song voice, a smile creeping onto his lips. the gaps in his teeth more than welcoming.

you bite on your bottom lip, the corners of your mouth slightly lifting.

but lando takes that as a success nonetheless.

“there she is, my beautiful girl.”

a sob like snort leaves your mouth and lando can’t keep that muppet laugh of his in any longer.

hair that fell around your face, he pushed it behind your ears, “rumour has it that someone is having one hell of a day.”

you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, “really? who is it? max?”

“ah, sarcasm, it’s welcoming,” lando jokes.

rolling your eyes you look at his, wispy lashes, a light shade of red tint on the apples of his cheeks, “just tell me you love me, norris.”

“i love you.”

he leans closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i love you,” a kiss to your brow.

“i love you,” a kiss to your cheek.

“i love you,” a kiss on your nose.

“i love you,” a final kiss to your lips.

“i love you.”

fin.

[kaiser1ns]

#. YOU CAN CALL ME MONSTER

featuring 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

angst. takiishi chika was the one completely covered in flames and you are the one who will burn his world down.

recommended to listen to exo's "monster" because i worked with the lyrics and that song screams takiishi chika

Why is his heart racing? The way you look at him got him going crazy, you are truly beautiful, a goddess, a force powerful enough to destroy everything. From the feral Umemiya Hajime to the cruel Endo Yamato and the bloodthirsty Takiishi Chika — you remain the most terrifying. A sadistic, tyrannical woman who Takiishi let into his already dull world.

There’s curiosity in your eyes, you’ve already fallen for him but won’t let him in. He’ll knock one, two, and a thousand times, so will you answer him, will you let him into your heart? Don’t be afraid, they say love is the way, it keeps you on safe ground, a place where its roots start to sprout deep into the ground...but what if the soil doesn't allow it? The same ground is falling apart, covered in ashes, it’s unstable and destructive.

You can't help it, it's just a habit, you do this for fun. You are not afraid to cause a scene whenever you want, you do it all the time and this is how it's going to be. Takiishi stands before you, his eyes are wide and burning, and you know what he sees — a girl who is on the brink of madness. He can call you a monster if he wants, and he can kill you if he feels like it. You can feel the pain coursing through your body, but it only sharpens your focus: pain is your most trusted friend, not your enemy. Slipping under his guard, delivering a sharp elbow to his ribs, as his groans and whimpers are music to your ears.

You are dangerous, if anyone gets in your way you will never stop til you get everything you want. You are on the top now, higher than the king and queens, mightier than God himself, ruling the world made by chaos. You are just getting started, as you see fireworks in the sky and bodies on the ground. In your beautiful black dress you dance, the red pool and the colors dancing above. Where is everyone hiding? It's time to celebrate, it's a funeral to many, to your morals and values, they are probably long gone. So is your sanity, as you laugh and smile like a maniac. Destruction and chaos, no one can run from them, and nobody will survive when you are there causing them.

Lunging at him with a speed that belies your injuries, your movements are precise, your fists connect with his jaw followed up with a swift kick to his stomach. But he’s also not done yet. He swings, aiming for your head, but you duck, spinning behind him. Before he can react, your hands are on his face, cupping his cheeks so softly, your lovestruck eyes, betraying the violence as you stare at him. There’s something in his eyes—fear? Love? It’s hard to tell. But you don’t care. You slam his head against the wall with a sickening thud, the impact reverberating through your hands. He grunts but recovers quickly, you can tell he’s holding back, still underestimating you.

A fatal mistake.

You grab his collar and hurl him to the ground with a monstrous strength, your grip stronger than steel or any metal, you can't reshape or melt despite his hotness. His body hits the floor, and you waste no time driving your foot into his face. So beautiful, your one and only love.

But Takiishi catches your leg with his hand, yanking you off balance and sending you crashing down beside him. You hit the ground hard, but you’re already moving, twisting your body to get back on your feet. The dance between you continues, two burning flames consuming everything in their path, neither willing to fade out, it is not about who will die first, but who will dominate the other.

You are creeping into his heart, flipping over and breaking him down until you swallow him up. Even if you die, you will live forever because you got yourself engraved in his heart, body and soul—you messed him up and now you will pay and collect your debts. He doesn't recognise you or himself anymore. Out of your minds. To love is to be changed.

Don't let this blissful moment slip away, you are both going crazy, and this day will be remembered for eternity. There's so much to give you—he doesn't need no money, no material benefits—he only wants you. He wants you so bad.

You are a monster.

A bit impatient and not that gentle, a woman of many faces and masks. You thrive on conflict, creating it, nurturing it, watching as it grows and consumes everything in its path. It’s all a game to you, where you always win because you’ve written the rules. You are addicted to the thrill of it, the way it makes your heart race, the way it brings a sick smile to your lips when you make your love bleed.

But he wants you, that's right you are his type, his heart doesn't lie, not when it sends a dangerous signal and you know you make him feel a tremble, he is crazy for you, you know that, you always did. Everyone’s afraid of him, the so-called strongest but he is nothing but a boy with burning desires to have fun. In the end, you can’t reject him, hiding and stealing glances at him, then pretend to be surprised when he looks your way. He’s a part of your existence and you will make sure to destroy him by loving him.

To accept you for who you are, worry has no place here, not when you show such strong attraction to each other. Enjoy the agony that you’re able to endure, as he falls deeper inside in his own world, thinking that it's gonna be the same pattern, the same old way but then again it's your game, with your rules. Play with him however you want as you lash out with relentlessness force, each punch harder than the last, each punch showcasing your affection. He doesn’t fight back; he never does. Your strength surpasses his, and he knows it.

Bruises form under your knuckles, but he takes it all, absorbing the pain like a twisted confession of love. You’re a beast consumed by the madness inside you—stronger, more ferocious than anyone he's ever faced, yet he does nothing but take your blows. You're a monster, they say—insane to the core—but this insanity is yours to own, and for him to enjoy.

You are his monster, insane and fierce, burning his world to the ashen ground and building it again and again, until he finally gives up...until you finally let him in.

taglist :: @nyxypoo @meidiary @maruflix @heartkaji @stunie @slerixx @mydream-synopsis @kiurona

thank you mei, zevie and ke for doing a beta read, i love yall mwah🫶🏻

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work

[bad268]

kimis crash… it would be wrong not to write a fic abt it and it’s a perfect backstory to the anon I sent abt the crash and comfort plot line before 😉🤭 IM SO UPSET HE CRASHED THO THAT POOR GUY HES UNDER SO MUCH PRESSURE AND MUST BE SO DISAPPOINTED IN HIMSELF

I'm Not Ready (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader)

Clingy Antonelli Universe

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (That story is already scheduled, so I made this part of Clingy Antonelli. Also, this was supposed to be a blurb but it's well over 1000 words.)

Warnings: Kimi's crash obvi

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 1130

Summary: Kimi's crash...

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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"Toto wants to see you," Yu told Kimi, looking up from your phone as Kimi came back over to you. It was still summer break, and while Kimi had a proper break from racing, you did not. Pictures still needed to be taken, edited, and posted. You guys went to California for the break, and you were at the beach for the day that Toto decided he needed to talk ASAP. "Something about a free practice session soon."

"He knows I'm not ready," Kimi muttered as he shook his head, flinging water from his hair at you. "I've told him that I want to focus on F2."

"I can tell him that, but if you are signing with them next season, maybe it's a good idea to run in the current car," You offered. You understood both sides. Kimi not having the confidence to run in the car, and Toto wanting to give Kimi the most practice in an F1 car before next season. "Just know it could be beneficial for both sides. You get extra running on the track before qualifying and crucial practice in a car that could be yours next year. Either way, I'll support it."

"Can you get him on the phone?" Kimi asked after a second of contemplating. He sat next to you on the towel you had laid out as you dialed Toto's number. "Do I just say that I don't think I'm ready?"

"Tell him your feelings, and we'll see what happens," You said as you passed the phone over to Kimi.

Needless to say, whatever Toto said reassured Kimi enough to agree to do fee practice in Monza. Next thing you knew, you were standing with Kimi in the Mercedes garage right as he was about to get in the car.

"Give it what you got, but if anything happens, it's fine," You comforted, somewhat knowing the types of thoughts swirling through his head. "You're learning. Remember that."

"I needed that," Kimi chuckled as he pulled you into a hug and rested his head against your shoulder until he was called over to get in the car. It was a couple extra minutes of Kimi talking with Bono and Toto from his spot on your shoulder before they decided it was time to get in the car. You pulled back and gave Kimi a pat on his shoulder before grabbing your camera and getting onto the pit wall.

You had a bad feeling, but you would never voice it. The last thing he needed was to hear that you were nervous. You swallowed your thoughts, pulling out your camera to start taking pictures of Kimi as he left the pit box and started down the pit lane.

You watched in awe as he passed the finish straight at higher speeds than you expected from him, and you looked back at Toto, seeing him smiling widely at Kimi's performance. You looked up at the timing screen and saw him at the top. You excitedly ran back over to Toto to watch the onboard with him, George, and the rest of the team.

You watched on as Kimi went to do another flying lap. He was literally flying on the track, and he was even up on Lewis Hamilton's time. Then, you felt your stomach drop as you tapped Toto's shoulder.

"Tell him to abort it," You whispered, not looking away from the screen.

"He's fine," Toto dismissed easily as he chuckled. "He is a racing driver. He knows what he's doing."

"Toto, I'm telling you," You tried to explain, but he cut you off.

"If I didn't think he could do it, he wouldn't be in George's car right now," Toto argued just as Kimi went into the Ascari chicane. You all watched on, but the feeling never left you. You put on a headset, so you could hear any radio messages from Kimi. That's when you noticed the back tyres of a certain Mercedes spin out and cause the car to go hurling into the barriers. Deep down, you knew it was Kimi.

You turned to glare at Toto for a second as you listened for his response on the radio. Thankfully, he was fine, but you knew this would take a hit to his confidence.

You waited by the garage entrance for him to come in on the scooter. When he got back, you rushed to him and gave him a once over, checking to see if he had any visible injuries. You didn't see anything, so you pulled him into a tight hug as soon as he got off the scooter. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as he walked you backward towards George and Toto in the back of the garage.

"I'm so sorry, George," Kimi said immediately as they made it out of the media's eyes. "I just lost it before I knew it."

"It's fine, Kimi. It didn't look too bad," George comforted as he headed back to the garage to see the full extent of damage to his car. That's when Kimi turned to Toto.

"I told you I'm not ready," Kimi pressed. He knew this would happen, yet he let Toto sweet-talk him into it under the pretense it would be just like testing. No. It would never be like testing because this was George's car at the end of the day, and Kimi wrecked it. "We can rush this all you want, but I'm not ready for this. The media is gonna have a field day with this now. I should've just stuck with my gut."

"Kimi, you did far more than we expected from you," Toto responded, which confused you, so you pulled your head back a little while keeping your arms around Kimi's torso. "You pushed the car beyond what we thought was the limit, and that is incredibly valuable to us. You may have crashed, but it wasn't that bad. As long as you're okay, we can fix the car."

"What do you mean that I pushed it beyond the limit? Is that fancy for I crashed?" Kimi questioned.

"We saw racing lines we wouldn't have thought about. You found time in the most obscure places. You pulled performance out of the car in every way possible," Toto elaborated as he pointed out specific clips from Kimi's onboard compared to Lewis. "Performances like this are why we think you are ready. You are proving that every time you are behind a wheel."

"Kimi, it may not look like much, but you did amazing out there," You tried to comfort but you knew not much would make him feel better. "Let's turn your focus onto qualifying. What did you learn out there?"

"Don't go on the curbs at Parabolica," Kimi chuckled.

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[g4yforethan]

the helper

pairing: billy loomis x male!reader

summary: reader is billy’s accomplice and billy repays him for his hard work

warnings: cursing, top!billy, bottom!reader

a/n: thought of this in class and realized i have never made a fic for billy so here it is and hope u enjoyy! also happy halloween to those who celebrate!!

"billy i'm scared." "don't be. remember it'll be quick and easy." you drove passenger side next to billy as you were headed towards casey becker's house. you both arrived two blocks away and grabbed two ghostface costumes, an anonymous phone, and a voice changer. "okay just stay here and i'll tell you when it's time to go." billy reassures you as he goes towards the front of the house. you called casey's home phone number and talked to her through the voice changer. she couldn't recognize it was you even though you sat next to her in physics. after minutes of being on the phone, you hear a crash through the window and a scream following soon after.

“GO GO BACK TO THE CAR.” you hear billy scream as he runs towards you taking off the costume. you both run down the block and speed out of the street. “WOO! good job there y/n. i’m proud of you.” you blush at his comment as his hands reach for your thigh. “hey how about we head back to our place and wash up for the night?” you agree and the two of you head back to his house. once you both get there. the two of you quietly sneak upstairs to his room. billy takes off his shirt and lays on his back in bed. you sit down next to him as he stares at the wall, thinking about earlier that night.

“wow we really just did that! this is crazy. i’m proud of you.” he turns his head and stares at you. “thanks i mean i didnt do much besides calling her.” he laughs in response. “yeah but it’s more than that. you committed to it y/n. you committed to me.” you blush and turn away so he doesn’t notice this but he did. he gets up and pulls your face so you’re staring at him face to face. “thank you billy i don’t know what to say.” you continue staring at each other. “you don’t need to say anything pretty boy.” he grabs your face and presses his lips onto yours. his hands reach for your waist as yours reach his back. he moans at the taste of your lips and savors every moment of it. he takes a moment to take his shirt as do you too and the two of you move onto the bed.

billy lays you on your back and starts to kiss along your neck. his hands reach for your nipples as he starts to stimulate them. you moan which turns him on even more. he starts to kiss your chest and begins to suck on your nipples. you start to roll your eyes back as his fingers reach for your mouth. you suck in his fingers for a few minutes before billy lays on his back. you start to kiss his neck and chest before unzipping his pants. his long dick, already dripping with pre-cum, enters your mouth. you suck on his cock for a few all while his moans fill the room. "fuck fuck stop i'm gonna cum." you stop because you know billy wants more of you.

"i wanna fuck you so bad baby boy." "billy please." he unzips your pants and underwear and lays you on your stomach. he starts to tease your hole by licking it and putting one finger in and then another in as well. "billy please i want your dick inside of me." "easy there baby i'm getting to it." he spits on your hole before slowly sliding his cock inside of you. he groans as his dick is hit with your tight hole. he goes at a slow and soft pace, allowing you to relax and get adjusted. he leaves kisses on your back and grabs ahold of your waist as he starts to go a little faster. he digs deeper inside of you and hits your prostate which leaves you rolling your eyes back into your head. "fuck billy right there."

he knows he's hitting the spot as he goes even faster pounding your hole until your fingers are gripping the bedsheets. his sweat combined with yours melt onto the bed as billy pulls on your hair and grabs your neck. "i'm gonna cum baby." he moans as he fills your hole with his cum. he lays on his back and wipes the sweat off of his face. "fuck baby you felt so good." you blush and move next to him and give him a kiss on his neck and lips. "thanks billy so who's next on our list?" he smiles and kisses you before reaching to hold you in his arms.

[misserabella]

gonna need an abby version of your ‘sexting ellie williams’ fics bc god am i obsessed with that woman

a/n; you ask and you shall receive

sexting with gf! abby! ♡

pt2

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sexting, drinking (reader is in a party and drunk), description of a video of reader touching herself, abby being as cocky as ever, top! abby, bottom! reader, fingering, praising, oral sex (r receiving), cum eating, making out, allusions of sex with strap…

3:24 AM

abs

abssssss

abbyyyyy

sht abayuyyy

abby groaned as her phone buzzed nonstop, reaching for it and squinting her eyes at the screen’s light. she took a peak at the hour. holy fuck. 3AM?

baby? what the hell? why are you up this late?

partyyyy

u’re at a party rn? bfr

yessss. owen’s

i’m gonna kill him. why did he let you drink this much?

i’m not deinkkk

you’re definitely drunk, doll. i’m gonna go get you, alright? stay put wherever u are and don’t move.

no no lsten, i have something impurtabt to telll u

what is it?

ik i’m drunk rn but in gunna marry you

you’re gonna marry me?

abby was laughing at your texts. yes, she was worried you had been drinking, but you were at owen’s and you were safe. and it was so fucking fun to watch you try and type correctly.

yes

i’m marryin u

even if you r meanb

me? when have i been mean to you baby?

rn

right now?

yeahh, ‘cause tou’re sooooj beautiful

all i fan think about are your lips rn

why r u not heyre?

okay. you’re really drunk, baby, why don’t you wait for me and we talk about this when i get there, hm?

no.

u r gonna take sooooiii long

you’ve pretty eyesX

they look so good when u go down on me

abby’s eyes widened, and her whole body seemed to burn. shit.

yeah? they look good princess?

mmmh

want u

and you’re so far away rn it’s nor fair

that was a fucking lie. abby was already on the road to get there. shit. she loved it when you went all needy on her. and when you were drunk? you had no filter. always screaming and moaning so loud she sometimes would have to muzzle you to not have the neighbors knocking on her door.

oh baby, why don’t you come here and sit on my face? my tongue will say sorry for me

your cheeks flushed, and your cunt throbbed. you loved it when she’d make you sit on her face, her tongue unrelenting on fucking you over and over again until you wouldn’t cum anymore. you needed her. and you needed her right now. the bathroom you had gone in felt suddenly too hot and your panties too sticky. you hissed when your fingers pushed in them, feeling just how wet you had become for her. you couldn’t help but plunge a finger inside your tight hole. of course, your fingers weren’t as near as largue and thick as abby’s, but you needed something until she’d get there and do it for you.

csn i tell u s secret?

ofc princess, what is it?

i’m fucking my pussy rn

jesus christ. abby almost hit the breaks. almost crashed when you send her a video of —now— two of your fingers fucking inside your tight and squelching walls. she could hear your little whimpers and pants.

couldnt wair abymore

i need you so bad abby pkease

shit. writing with only one hand and drunk wasn’t that easy. you were whimpering and moaning as you fingered yourself on the bathroom of owen’s party. you thanked god the music was loud enough to muffle your sounds, ‘cause you surely couldn’t swallow them back inside.

abby was exceeding the speed limit to get there, practically parking on top of owen’s lawn as she jumped out of the car, running towards the house.

where.

bathroom

she didn’t even say hi to owen as she passed right through him, her blood boiling as she ran upstairs and swung the door open. you hadn’t even locked it. fucking hell.

abby almost went down on her knees when she saw you sitting on the toilet’s lid with a hand buried in between your thighs and your phone on the other, your chat open and showing on the screen. your senses came back to you as you heard the lock turning, and you moaned when you saw her.

did i say almost? abby had never been quicker to kneel down, her strong arms pushing your legs on top of her shoulders to move your hand away and, after cleaning up your fingers with her tongue, hurriedly burying her face in your cunt. your back arched, and you let out a scream that made her groan, lapping at your juices. you were so fucking wet…

“fuck, abby!” you cried out when she plunged her own fingers deep inside your cunt, easily finding your g spot.

she cooed. “my princess was just feeling needy. weren’t you, baby? poor thing. so horny for me couldn’t wait until i could get here. sending me a video of touching your tight little cunt just to tease me, didn’t you?” you whimpered, bucking your hips against her touch, your back arching.

“please abby… your mouth.” you begged.

“you want my mouth baby? want me to eat this soaked pretty pussy of yours?” you nodded, pleading for it, and she followed, her tongue meeting your clit and making you moan. “so fucking loud…” she groaned, starting to devour you to get out of you more or those pleasured sounds. she was starving. and you were falling apart, melting under her tongue.

“abby!” you screamed when her tongue fucked inside of you, her arms tugging from you to get closer, her nose nudging your clit. the alcohol made you feel dizzy, and the pleasure only seemed to grow and grow. you could feel it shocking through your body, her grunts making your body gave into her. you needed her.

“fuck, you look so fucking beautiful. need you bouncing on my cock baby.” you whimpered, nodding.

“yes please, abby, please, need you to fuck me.” you were a babbling mess, her tongue teasing you and making you squirm. she adored making you tremble, seeing you get more and more desperate for her to make you cum.

“yeah? need me to fuck you sweet girl? need me to to fuck your brains out?” you nodded, moaning, your chest heaving harshly, your thighs shaking at the sides of her head, your back arched when her fingers, three this time, plunged inside of you, abusing your g spot and making you see stars. “i will princess. but first you’re gonna cum on my tongue, isn’t that right?” your hands found her hair, tugging when she sucked down on your sensitive and puffy clit. “yeah, of course you are. you are squeezing my fingers so tight, fuck… you always take them so well baby. such a fucking good girl for me. can’t wait to see you taking my cock.“ you could feel the warmth on your stomach grow and grow.

“abby, i’m gonna…! i’m cumming!” you cried out, and she only fingered you faster, harder. it was imposible to describe. this feeling. her.

“go ahead baby, let me clean you all up.” she smirked, and with a last thrust and lick at your clit you were falling apart, making her groan when you pushed her face harder against your gushing cunt. you whited out.

she helped you ride it as your moans broke, your hips stuttering and your creamy white and salt cum painted her fingers. she moaned against you, cleaning it with her tongue and humming at the taste. there was nothing she loved more than giving you head.

once you’d calmed down and your breathing had evened out, she pulled her fingers out to push them inside her mouth. you whined as you watched her, with lips swollen and chin soaked in your juices.

“let’s get out of here.” she said, and you nodded, not before kissing her so deeply you left her as drunk and dizzy as you felt.

yeah. she was definitely gonna marry you.

….

LORD. that was filthy asf. i’m sorry… or nah.🤭

hope you enjoyed. remember to support your writers! <3

abby anderson masterlist! <3

xxx

[hxmocrastic]

Blowing Off Steam

✮ pairing ; Gekko x M!Reader ✮ summary ; Gekko can't seem to keep his eyes off you, He can't help but feel his pants tighten everytime he catches sight of you. So he decides to blow off steam... ✮ a/n ; Sorry if he's ooc y'all I made this at 4:30 😭 also readers a muscle Bottom🤭 ✮ warnings ; ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ Masturbation ; 18+ Twt Links ; NSFW Thoughts ; Erection ; Domination

The scarlet colored ball toppled off the side of the basket. Gekko let out a sigh of frustration, "Why can't this damn ball fall through the hoop!?" He cursed.

Dizzy tilted it's head towards the boy inquisitively and nuzzled into his arm. Gekko looked towards her and smiled. "I'm alright, little homie. You don't got nothing to worry about" He lied.

In truth, he was downright annoyed and frustrated in many ways than one. God he hated those heated (e/c) eyes that'd make his heart drop to the pits of his stomach. He hated how one jiggle of your ass made all the blood in his body rush to his dick. He hated those plump juicy lips that'd make his balls drop to the floor.

It took all his self control not to pin you to the ground, throw your legs over his shoulders and fuck you into the mattress — ⭐

'god mateo stop thinking with your dick' he thought.

His zipper was on the edge of snapping , he can't even think of you without his nuts being sore. You had so much influence on him, he even had wet dreams of you. And they were always the same;

You on your back your face red and drenched with tears as he pounds into you relentlessly.

Gekko was glaring at his skateboard without even realizing it. He stepped on it and began to speed out of the court. He needed to blow off some steam.

Gekko launched open the door to his house and slammed it right after. 'I need to make this quick'. His mother was out of town for the time being and Gekko needed something to relieve his problem. Thankfully he had just the right thing.

He bent down underneath his bed and grabbed the recent bought lube he stashed away and frantically tugged at the belt of his pants.

Gekko wasn't one to masturbate often. The only time he did was when he was in desperate need for relief. And this is one of those times.

He threw away his jeans and practically ripped his underwear, freeing his erection from the confines of the cloth.

His cock stood there swinging back and forth and as hard as ever.

The agent plopped down on the couch and grabbed his cock. He pumped it a few times and reached for the lube simultaneously releasing his veiny shaft to squirt the clear liquid in his palm.

Once he was satisfied with the amount he brought his soaked hand around his cock once again and began fisting it.

Gekko wasn't the biggest, but he wasn't the smallest either — His cock was 8 in inches but was notable girthy in width. His cock is especially veiny and pink at the tip with tattoos running down the underside.

He felt a trickle of sweat slither down his ear. His skin was dampened and moist with sweat, his neon tank top sticking to his skin like he just left a sauna.

He kept his meaty rod clasped within his shining fist, pumping it at an exceptionally slow pace. His breath hitched as he forged lewd images of the infamous crush who caused this mess.

You.

He imagined grasping your two mounds of flesh sitting on your chest, as your silken walls contract around his cock.

He imagined the stench of musky sex permeates the room, as you panted for him to go faster.

Gekko was heaving at this point, he was on the edge of cumming causing his cock to grow an angry shade of red while veins protruded. Almost as if it were about to explode. His fist pumped his phallus with a greater ferocity, as he threw his head back facing the ceiling.

Soon enough he found himself thrusting into his palm, imagining it was your ass that clamped so tightly around his length.

In one flush movement he released a cry from his lips, his orgasm crashing down on him with impeccable force. Semen spurted from his enraged slit, gushing and spewing from the tip. He panted profusely and remove his now dormant hand from his spouting member.

He threw his head back down drawing frantic breaths of air. A loppy side grin fell upon his face. Though his mind was still hazy he got rid of his cause of stress and that was to be happy for.

"Chirp"

His eyes expanded to the size of meal sized plates. Gekko whipped his head towards the sound only to be met with the presence of three gawking creatures.

He didn't have time to collect the situation as he heard the twisting of his doorknob.

[cookiepie111]

˳ ׁ 𝅄 ✧Where rivers flow✧ 𝅄 ׁ ˳

A/N : @shotmrmiller has a bath maiden au with ghost I was thinking about könig next thing you know boom! König x black reader. Please like and reblog. Suggestive. Not proofread

• Gladiator könig

• He's never been happier to have a private bath. Having to share with others in the public bath was awful, constantly looking over his shoulder huddled in the corner. In and out. Cleaning is a simple task. When the luxury of a private bath came he snatched it up

• You treat him like something special at least when you're bathing him. The way you wash his hair is nothing short of sinful. Smoothing lathered soap through his hair. Working your hands through his hair to his skull. Slowly. Drawing small circles ito his head when you reach the top. keeping mind to press down just enough to get his toes curling and send shivers through his spine and a rumble out his chest. He's been showing less and less resistance what started as small shivers and rumbles has turned into groaning and rolling hips.

• " Your hair has grown."

" Do you like it?"

"It will be difficult to fight, no?. Do you want me to cut it?"

" mhhh, just tie it up"

• He's always been a messy fighter, never shying away from tearing up his enemies, but now he's looking for a way to get blood, get as messy as he can so he can call you!

• It's cute the way you prepare his baths, like he's some fancy lady he heard you feel out of favour with your mistress.. or she fell from grace.

• full of sweet smelling perfumes, honeyed soap, flower Petels, it's really all wasted on a beast like him. He can't appreciate the flowers nor slowly savour the taste of sweet honey. No, he lays waste to such fields, grabs honey right of out hive like a bear.

• He gets to lay by the bath's edge, arms proped up at the edge. Taking up his heavy arm in your hands, gently rubbing at his body.

• You spend time on every part of his body, working warmth throughout his body with a sponge delicately and lovey.

• It's so embarrassing no one has ever touched him with such softness like he's something delicate. It sturs something up in him. He's so easily ruiled up why you are teasing him so much. He turns to syurp under your touch, thick and sweet

• In his own private bath, he can take up as much space as he likes, thighs spread wide in waiting on the baths edge. Again, gentle circular motions work along leg rising heat in him, but you always stop atop of his thigh

• It must be unnerving the way his stares wholly on you. He wants you to look at him for your eyes to meet and look away bashful like the sweet maiden he knows ( thinks). You are.

• He tries to pull you, laughs when he succeeds, seeing your white linen dress cling to your body. He loves your curls, defying the water coming back dry, untouched by the water.

• The little scowl on your face is the most emotion he's getting out of you. You're always so straight faced and professional when doing your job. A neutral face no matter what happens

• Be grateful he's just pulling you in. When you start to avoid his arms and he feels he's not getting enough attention he'll wait till your back is turned away from the edge of bath paying no mind to crashing water as könig rises out. A stone wall. He'll chase you round the bath. Could you imagine anything scarier. a bull running full speed at you talk nothing of the weapon between his legs. Surprisingly, he doesn't fall he's too quick and aglie on his feet for someone of his size, coming round sharp corners with ease. you, on the other hand, slip, falling right into his arms. Squirming in his tight hold. "Liebling stay still, you're getting me all excited," you freeze, realising his words, hips grinding into yours, matching your pace .

Bath time!

You're not entirely sure who's room he's raided maybe yours or the bath room.... probably accosted some poor noble woman to help him.

His hands move to mimick yours, heavy hand spilling fine smelling liquids and soaps into the bath filling the air with a sick unpleasant sent. The flowers are..dull some how like they're drowning in the water instead of floating atop.

He's /in/ the water with you, pressed up against your back, It's too close to intimate for the baths. he shouldn't be, that's not how things are done.

You frown at the sight of the comb. Too decorative for the baths, the type of comb used for events and ceremonies. His movements are stiff and awkward, like he's never held something in his hand like he isn't one of the strongest fighters here.

You feel the comb at the crown of your skull, slowly work its way down, shaking. "Ow!" These combs weren't made for your hair. They won't work. He stops, and your shoulders drop in relief till he tries again slower this time. His other hand reaches for your hair under the comb, teasing the hair down. " Stop, it won't work"

" It's fine I know what I'm doing"

" No stop"

grumbling rising out from the water. This man just won't listen.

"Come on, I'll make a proper bath for us" calling him over to the display of combs and bath liquids, placing the thick wide tooth comb in his hands. It's amazing his ability to make anything in his hands small.

" You'll have better results using this, okay?" You're not entirely sure he's listening. No, he's too taken aback by the full beauty of your body, brown skin wet and soft from the water, your hair properly soacked now sticks to your shoulders and curls around your face.

"Here"

Your back in the bath now not so nervous anymore now, you can lean into him just a little bit.

It's better now, he takes his time combing through your hair with his fingers, separating the large curls, coiling them around his finger letting them spring back when they fall. It's too much there isn't meant to be this level of intensity at a bath

You're hoping it's the bath that's just too warm, hoping he can't feel the heat that blooms at your cheeks

[aothotties]

That's that me espresso- E. Yeager

Now he’s thinking bout me every night, oh, is it that sweet i guess so 

Eren found himself laying in bed for the third time this week thinking about you. He can't explain it but something about you kept him up all night. The thoughts of you on top of him played over on repeat. Your taste lingered on his tongue like sweet honey. The way you moaned and tangled your fingers in his hair was on loop while he tried to sleep. He loved the way your thick thighs trapped his head in place while he savored your essence. All these memories of the nights you shared had Eren hard in his boxers. He palmed himself through the fabric and groaned loudly as he continued thinking about you. He imagined you sitting on his face, gliding his tongue across his bottom lip wishing it was your wet cunt. He imagined the way your legs would shake as he sucked softly on your clit. He hurriedly shoved his boxers down and grabbed his erection. He moved his hand up and down the shaft slowly with his eyes closed wishing it was you. He thought about devouring every inch of you and lapping your juices like a sweet reward for his hard work. He was ashamed of this behavior especially since this was his routine every night he wasn't lying with you. He picked up his speed and the sound of his moans grew louder. Precum leaked from the tip and rolled down into his hand creating lubrication for his fun time. It wasn't anywhere near his experiences with you but for right now he had to settle. He threw his head back as he continued to pleasure himself to the thought of you.

“Oh fuck, y/n” he groaned as he reached his climax

A few more pumps and Eren was emptying himself all over his stomach. He ran to grab a towel to clean up but you were still on his mind 

Move it up, down, left, right, oh, switch it up like nintendo 

Even though Eren was done pleasuring himself he still couldn't take his mind off you. The way you moved your hips when you rode him had his body getting hot and his dick swelling again. He loved the way you liked it rough. He loved when you would beg him to handle you like a doll and throw you around in different positions. The noises you made rang like a symphony in his head. The way you would push him onto the bed to initiate sex got him going every time. He could fuck you in every position and never get tired. The way your breast would bounce while he pounded you in missionary was his favorite. He was mesmerized by your body even when you weren't around. He thought of the way your ass would bounce against him while he hit it from the back. The clapping noises and you begging for more gave him the motivation to keep going. Eren felt himself going crazy and he needed you now. His yearning for you was insatiable and he wasn't going to stop until he had you up under him again. He quickly grabbed his phone and sent you a “you up?” text. His heart skipped a beat when your message came in “yeah, come over”. It took him no time to get up and head out the door 

Say you cant sleep, baby, i know. That’s that me espresso

Eren drove to your apartment quickly damn near running red lights just to get to you. When you opened the door ke quickly pulled you into a hug

“Hey ren, couldn't sleep?” you asked as you melted into his embrace 

“Not at all” he responded 

“Why not? Whats wrong?” you asked as you tried to pull away 

He wasn't having any of it, he grabbed you tighten and crashed his lips onto yours and kissed you passionately

“Cant stop thinking about you” he said between kisses 

He pushed you against the wall and began rubbing all over your body while kissing you. He broke the kiss and looked directly in your eyes 

“I don't know why y/n, can't get you off my mind. I need you” he said as he picked you up 

He carried you to your bedroom and laid you down on the bed. His kissed trailed down your jaw then to you neck where he sucked softly 

“Eren- mm” you moaned as he licked on your sweet spot 

He lifted your shirt exposing your breast. He sucked on both before trailing his kisses even lower. He got to the waistline of your shorts and looked up at you

“Can i?” he asked as he played with the elastic band.

You nodded your head and he slipped your shorts and panties off your body. You spread your legs for him and he positioned himself in between them. He dipped his dead down and licked a long stripe over your cunt. Your hands grabbed his hair almost instinctively. His lips attached to your clit and you hissed at the pleasure that shot through you. His tongue made circles on the bud as he dipped one finger into your wetness. He fingered you slowly and your back arched off the bed. Your nails raked his scalp as he devoured you slowly. You tried to beg him to go faster but he was taking his time savoring the taste. He added another finger stretching you out on his digits. 

“Fuck, baby-” you whined 

He moaned in response and continued sucking your clit while his fingers hit your g-spot. Your legs closed around his head and Eren’s heart started racing. This was his favorite place to be. You felt your orgasm brewing in your lower abdomen and your legs began to shake. The sounds of his sucking filled the room and sounded like music to his ears. He was on a high and his head was cloudy. All he could think of was you spilling onto his tongue. 

He finally picked up the pace pushing you closer to the edge. Broken moans fell from your lips as your orgasm crashed out of you. You squirted directly on his face and he smiled before licking up every drop.

He stood up and removed his own clothes. He crawled over you and placed his hand on your cheek and wiped away one tear with his thumb. He kissed you softly while sliding into you. A gasp left both of you as he bottomed out. Just like when he ate you out he started slow. 

Your hands clawed his back as his girth stretched you out. You never got tired of the feeling of him filling you up. He loved the way your walls hugged him. So wet and warm every time without fail. He slid back out of you slowly, stopping right before he came all the way out. He paused there for a second before slowly sliding in again. 

“Ren, more please” you begged 

He loved when you begged him so he kept going slow to hear you do it again.

After letting you beg for a few minutes Eren pulled out and turned you around so you were face down ass up for him. Knees planted onto the bed and hands gripping the flesh of your hips he slid back into your cunt. He groaned as he bottomed out again. 

“So fucking good, doll” he said as his paced quickened. 

He lost all composure at this point. He was aggressively bullying into your cunt as you cried under him. His grip on your hips was leaving bruises. His tip was aggressively hitting your cervix and he has no plans of slowing down. 

He pounded into your cunt and watched the way you sucked him in every time he pulled out. He loved the grip you had around him sending him into a trance. His mind was gone and his body felt fuzzy. 

Your juices dripped down your thigh and Eren wiped up with his index finger and then brought it to his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the taste. 

He was on another planet and you were a mess under him. Tears rolled down your face as Eren fucked you so good like he did every time. You could feel every vein on your gummy walls as he fucked you. The feeling of his mushroom tip gliding over your g-spot made your eyes roll back. You were seconds away from another orgasm and Eren could feel it by the way you were fluttering around him 

“Thats right baby, cum for me” he said through gritted teeth

You reached your hand behind you to push him off and get some relief but he grabbed your wrist and pinned it behind your back. 

“E-eren, oohh right there baby, im gonna cum” you moaned into the pillow.

This gave him the motivation to keep going. All he wanted was for you to spill all over him again and again. You reached your climax and came on his dick just as he needed you to. 

This went on for what felt like hours. He couldn't get enough of you. This was euphoria for him, this is exactly what kept him up at night. Your body gave him energy and you kept him up all night long. 

Erens thrust became erratic, signaling that he was close. He flipped you back over and pressed your legs to your chest. He pounded into you a few more times before filling you with his seed. 

He stayed inside of you while you both came down from your high. He slipped out and grabbed you a wet towel to clean you up 

You both put your clothes back on and then you laid in his arms while he tried to find a movie to watch.

“So this is why you couldn't sleep, huh?” you teased 

“Yeah, thinking of you kept me up all night” he said 

You laughed 

“Like espresso?” you said jokingly 

He smiled and looked back at you 

“ yeah, like espresso”

Rachel

[ottpopfic]

Its been very entertaining to watch the 6’3” wall of muscle attempt to chase down his goddaughter to get her ready for school, especially with the newest foster kid on his hip. Four-year-old Cole is having a blast being lugged around as Katie and Jason do laps of the main room. It extremely comical from Piper's point of view, all she can see behind Leo is the top of her niece’s head speed by back and forth followed by a frazzled Jason and giggling toddler

“Hang on a sec Pipes” Leo finally gives into helping, turning on his stool to call to his god kid “Nena! Pantalones, vamonos!”

“No!” a little voice yells back

“Di Solace, es hora de ir a la escuela! Pantalones!”

“NO!”

“One sec ill be right back” Leo tells her before taking off after his god kid

Leo is a lot less gentle than Jason is, and he's not lugging a toddler around. From Piper's view in her rainbow it's a solid minute of screaming in Spanish, a crash, and then a squealing Katie is flying through the air onto one of the many couches. About eight pairs of paints follow, burying her under clothing as Leo stalks up after her

“Elige un par” Leo demands hands on his hips, being the only adult who can truly rough house with the kid has its perks

“No! No pantalones!” Katie wails back under her fabric tomb, kicking in distress

“Falda?” Leo tries to bargain

“She has gym today” Jason informs

“Doesn't she have one of those, what do you call them? The combination skirt thing?” Leo asks

“Skort?” Piper supplies

“That!” Leo says, snapping his fingers “How ‘bout a skort Chiquita?”

Katie thinks for a moment and then chirps her confirmation, Jason groans in relief before leading the kids off to find the aforementioned garment

“The sensory issues on that kid” Leo complains as he joins Piper again, running his hand through his hair “and I thought Jason and I were bad”

“Is it always this rough?” Piper questions

“I think it's her braces” Leo says “They just sized her up so her legs have to feel different. She's especially sensitive around her legs”

“I don't blame her with those knees”

“Me neither, but they sure as fuck don't slow her down”

“For real, but how did Jason not catch her though?”

“He babies her” Leo sighs “he can't help that he's a big softie and she triggers ‘the runt of the litter’ in his brain”

“Remember when you triggered ‘the runt of the litter’ in him”

“Shut up!”

[persephonewritessometimes]

neon lights // hotch x reader

Summary: You can't control yourself and beg for Hotch to take you home.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x (F) Reader

Word Count: 1391

Warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!, unprotected p in v, oral, pet names

Key: y/n = your name

AN: HELLO I'M ALIVE! Grad school has been kicking my ass, but I'm still trying to write as an escape. Currently working on the next chapter of MATD!

  It’s not my fault. Really, it’s not my fault at all. It’s all Aaron’s fault for wearing dark jeans with a black button-up, the sleeves rolled up to show off his slutty forearms, the veins tracing his skin looking downright sinful in the low light of the bar. I haven’t even had one drink and I’m already ready to drag him out the back door to the left and have him fuck me up against the alley wall, but we’re with friends and I need to behave.

         It’s like he has a sixth sense to know when I’m having pornographic thoughts. I was in the middle of imagining him face fucking me in the alley when I feel a finger under my chin pulling my face up to look at him. I look at him through my lashes and he chuckles, Rossi rolling his eyes at the interaction and jumping into Reid and Emily’s conversation.

         “What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” He murmurs, searching my eyes.

         “Nothing, sir,” I say, the honorific slipping too easily off my tongue, and I know I’m caught.

         “Nothing? I don’t believe that. Your pupils are huge, your breathing has started to pick up, and you keep picking at your cuticles as a distraction technique. If my assumption is correct, you’re turned on right now. Are you turned on?” He asks, looking down at me, finger coming down to hook around the heart ring in my choker. I suck in a breath, and he pulls me closer with the finger in my choker. “Answer me, princess.”

         “Yes, yes, I’m turned on. Can we go home and fuck please?” I ask and give him my best puppy dog eyes and he laughs.

         “Since you asked so nicely, pretty girl, yes, we can go home and fuck.” We bid the team goodnight and walk out to his car. He opens the door for me and helps me inside, a swift kiss pressed to my cheek before he shuts the door and walks to the driver's side. He backs out swiftly, one hand coming to rest on my thigh. “I think that was a new record – you didn’t even make it an hour.” He says, thumb rubbing mindless circles into my thigh. I sigh, embarrassed, and he just shoots me a shit-eating grin. “I’m not complaining, princess, just making a joke.” He speeds the whole way home and I’m thankful that Jess is watching Jack this weekend. I wait patiently as Aaron parks the car, gets out, and comes and helps me out. As I walk inside the house, he gropes my ass and I giggle. I barely make it inside the house before he’s on me.

         His lips crash against mine, stealing my breath and giving me life in the same second. He’s relentless, demanding control, and I yield to him. His hands come up to push my little tank top down my arms and torso, freeing my breasts. His hands cup them, squeezing just enough to border the line of pain and pleasure. I moan into his mouth, and I can feel him smile against my lips.

         “Bedroom. Now.” He says in that low voice that makes my panties dampen and throw common sense out the window. I slip out of my shoes as I make my way back to the bedroom and start to shed what little clothing I have left. I can hear him doing the same behind me. I jump onto the bed, leaning back on my elbows to admire his naked form as he stalks towards me. I have no time to react as he grabs my ankles and yanks me further down the bed, so my ass is almost hanging off the edge. “Now, are you going to let me enjoy my dinner?” He asks, and I nod even before the last couple of words are out of his mouth. “Good girl.”

         He runs his fingers up my slit, collecting my arousal before rubbing tight circles on my clit, my hips jump up, and he slides his other arm over them, holding me down as he plays with me. He’s lazily using his fingers, waiting for me to beg him to use his mouth. I last for a minute.

         “Please, fuck, god, can you eat me out? Please?” He grins, before replacing his fingers with his tongue. I arch my back, hands immediately coming down to grip his dark hair. He alternates between circles around my clit and shallowly thrusting into my entrance. I let him go at his pace for a few minutes before I gasp out, “More, please. Please use your fingers.” He immediately obliges, sliding two fingers in and curling them to hit my g-spot, he puts pressure on it for a little bit, just thrusting his fingers inside of me at the right pace and my orgasm takes me by surprise, thighs clenching around his face. He sucks hard on my clit and helps me ride it out. I push him away, panting, and the sight of my arousal on his face has me clenching around nothing. “Get up here, please, fuck me, hard,” I say, grabbing his face as he pushes me up the bed and climbs in over me, resting on one of his elbows.

         He wraps a hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before sliding it through my arousal, he rests the tip at my entrance and with his free hand, threads a finger through my choker, pulling lightly until my back is arched. He kisses my lips softly and starts to push inside, both of us breaking apart to watch him enter me. I let out a soft whimper, as I watch each inch of him slip inside of me. I’m always surprised that he can fit.

         “Your pussy’s so wet for me.” He groans into my ear, and my pussy clenches in response. My body finally lets the rest of his length in with a wet squelch. “You hear that, pretty girl? Hear how wet your tight pussy gets for me? I’ve barely down anything to you and you're dripping down my cock.” My hands scrabble for purchase on his back as I process his dirty words. He’s not even moving, just still inside of me, eyes watching me carefully. I grow desperate for friction and hike my hips upward, trying to fuck myself on his cock. He chuckles, a low, dark sound. “Look at you. You’re pathetic. Can’t even wait a few seconds. Are you trying to get yourself off on my cock?” I nod. “Pitiful.”

         His hand wraps around my throat as he shallowly thrusts. I feel my eyes start to close and he squeezes tighter.

         “No, princess, keep those pretty eyes on me.” It takes all my effort to open my eyes and look at him. “That’s it, good girl. You’re my good girl.” My pussy clenches in response to his words. “Do you like being my good girl?”

         “Yes, sir, please, sir, anything for you. I’ll always be your good girl.” He gives me a soft kiss, so at odds with the harsh way his hips have started to pick up, starting to properly fuck me into the mattress.

         “You look so pretty like this. You look so pretty taking my cock.” His pace is punishing now, and I’m only getting wetter in response, leaking onto the bed as his cock pounds into me.

         He hikes my legs up on his shoulders, my thighs pressing into his chest, and the new angle allows him to go even deeper, hitting that spot inside of me every time.

         “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I love being inside of you.”

         I’m overwhelmed, senses heightened, and narrowed down to the feeling of him pumping in and out of me. He picks up the pace again, and I scream, the pressure building to an inescapable height.

         “You can take it, baby.” And that’s all it takes his voice, and I’m hurtling over the edge, panting like a bitch in heat in between my moans. “There you go.” He follows soon after and I can feel him paint my walls. He helps me get my legs off his shoulders, slipping out of me and crawling into bed beside me. He kisses my temple as I come down from my high.

[fandomzwriterk]

Can you do a sfw (or NSFW if you want) if Smoke and reader having an argument and Smoke tries to make things right with the reader?

A/N: oh absolutely I will! Also mentions of JohnShi and RaiLao!! (We stan MK1 ships here)

Warnings: pretty much chill except a few harsh words

A Little Smokey

Tomas, you, Hanzo, Kuai Liang, and Harumi were spending the hot summer afternoon on the training floor of the building, as it was the only room with no walls and a roof over with shade. Kuai wasn’t having it, being that he was burning both on the outside and on the inside. Tomas was dying from the heat as well, both him and Hanzo on the other side of the room to stay away from Kuai’s heat. This was bad even for you, and having Bi Han around would make it easier but sadly no, he’d gone rouge and left you all behind to work with Shang Tsung. The heat was bad today, the five of you practically out of commission for today. Even Liu Kang wasn’t having fun either, he and Geras were burning up too.

“What I would give to find a giant pool of water right now.” You spoke out loud

“Yeah I’d feel so much better and not like I’m burning inside.” Kuai added

“Hold on I have an idea!” You hear Raiden say from a distance away

“What is it?” Tomas asked

“Let’s go ask Johnny if we can use his pool! He’s always saying we can use it since he’s almost always never around.”

“Fuck it I’m in.” You answered sitting up speed walking to Raiden and Kung Lao

“Me too.” Kaui added as he got up and sprinted over with Harumi behind him

“Alright fuck it we need an off day.” Tomas replied

And sooooo…

It took a little time to get to Johnny’s place, with the group also trying to see if Kenshi wanted to go as well. Unfortunately they couldn’t find him, so they resorted to going anyways.

“Ah yes finally free cooling!” You cheered as you, Kung Lao, Raiden, and Tomas went running through the door and into Johnny’s open door

“Oh hey guys I heard you-“

You four didn’t get far, crashing into someone a little ways into the house and falling to the floor. You fell on Tomas while Raiden and Kung Lao rolled to the side but right on top of each other. To your surprise, it was Kenshi, swearing a pair of white swim trunks patterned with pineapples, no shirt while having dark sunglasses covering his eyes.

“Kenshi” You shouted

You shot up from Tomas’ grip, going to hug Kenshi since it’s been awhile since you two interacted at all.

“Hello Y/n it’s good to see you too. I see you brought the whole team.”

He gently elbowed your side, noticing he was looking in the direction of who was at the door.

“So let me guess… it’s Raiden, Kung Lao, Y/n, Tomas, Kuai, Harumi, and Lord Liu Kang.”

“Good guess my friend you know us all too well.” Kuai responded back to Kenshi

It took a few minutes for everyone to get their clothes off, most of the boys just walking around shirtless with some sort of shorts on. You could see Harumi gawking at her husband Kuai, and you felt the same about another brother of the Shirai Ryu.

“Hey Y/n come on! You’re so slow!” Kung Lao shouted

“Cannonball!” Both you and Raiden shouted as you both ran to the edge of the pool before jumping in

“Incoming!” Johnny shouted as him, Kenshi, and Hanzo jumped right on top of you both

Almost everyone was in, except Harumi, Kuai, and Tomas. You couldn’t see what they were doing very well or hear what they were saying but it seemed like Tomas was nervous and asking a question. What you didn’t know at all was that Tomas was asking questions, about you.

“Just go to her and say ‘I like you’ to Y/n. That’s all you gotta do!”

“But-“

“Your brother is right Tomas you just have to say those three words to her and she’ll fall on her knees for you.”

“And what makes you so sure she will?”

“Just trust us.”

And so Tomas bid Kuai and his wife a quick farewell before slowly walking to the edge of the pool, quickly spotting you in the middle with Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny, and Kenshi around you like they were fawning over you. It made him frustrated, after all he did like you but it was a pain to deal with four different guys at your feet as well.

“Y/n!” He shouted

You quickly looked behind you, spotting the handsome assassin looking right at you from outside the pool. You quickly swam over and pulled yourself out of the pool, standing in front of the grey haired man you admired.

“Can we talk over there?” He asked pointing to an open area behind him a few feet away

“Sure!”

You followed him to the spot, your eyes drifting to his ripped chest and bulky arms. He was attractive, and your eyes couldn’t stop staring at all of him. However, his attitude quickly turned when you didn’t expect it too.

“What are you doing with those four?” He grumbled

“They’re my friends Tomas I like talking to them and joking around with them.”

“Well I don’t.”

Where was this coming from? You’ve never known Tomas Vrbada to have clashing personalities with anyone else in the Shirai Ryu… well except Johnny. Yes he was Tomas’ favorite actor and Johnny’s even asked Tomas to star in things with him, but there are times where Johnny oversteps like he did before with Kitana and her sister Mileena some odd months ago.

“So?”

“So? I know for a fact Johnny and Kung Lao will try for any girl within ten feet of them, while Kenshi and Raiden will get to you slowly, hoping you slip one day.”

“And we’re just friends! What wrong with that?”

Now you were confused and annoyed, you’ve always been friendly with the champions of Earthrealm long before you realized you’d have feelings for Tomas. Were those feelings a lie now? This wasn’t normal of Tomas, to be angry and annoyed with someone.

“What’s wrong with it? Y/n the four of them like you why else would they always be around you?!”

“For your information Tomas they don’t. I know that for a fact, and there’s no reason to speculate it. Why are you mad about it? You know I don’t like them either! I like you!”

Before Tomas could even react, you started to turn and walk away.

“Wait Y/n!”

Tomas shot an arm out, holding onto your wrist as you both stared at each other.

“You like me?” Tomas asked

Oops. You didn’t mean to say that out loud.

“Yeah?”

“I-I thought that-“

“Tomas how blind are you?”

“What?”

He let you go, and you smacked yourself in the face with your hand. Oh so Tomas wasn’t as observant to other relationships as well as he said he was.

“Tomas… oh my god.”

“What? What’d I do?!”

“You are so clueless.”

“To what? What’d I miss? Clearly they like being near you cause you’re a girl!”

How were you gonna say this since Tomas’ perception of a “relationship” was a boy and girl… but that was not the case with the four guys you were both talking about.

“Tomas… Kenshi is in a relationship with Johnny and Raiden is with Kung Lao.”

The weight of his own stupid assumptions hit Tomas in the face. Well, there went his bragging rights of saying he knows everyone and everything about everyone there.

“Okay… I see… my bad.” He answered covering his face with his hands

Poor Tomas had just been hit with the classic “the four guys are gay and the girl is actually not any of their crushes”.

“I am so dumb aren’t I?”

“Yes you are Tommy.”

“H-Hey! Don’t call me that in front of others!”

You just laughed, even though you felt a little hurt at Tomas’ blind views of how you felt about him and your friends.

“How can I ever repay you back?” Tomas asked moving his hands away from his face

“You don’t have to Tomas. Just know it’s always you.”

He smiled, feeling heat in his cheeks as you went and grabbed both of his hands in yours.

“I feel bad and I want to fix what I said.”

“You don’t have to. We both messed up in this situation, I should’ve told you a while ago when the boys came out of the closet.”

Tomas held back a laugh. You felt better knowing you made Tomas smile and laugh, forgetting about your small disagreement from earlier. You didn’t regret telling Tomas your feelings, not one bit.

“Ready to cool off?”

Tomas held your hand in his, taking a step past you to bring you both back to the others. You heard someone go “called it” and someone else add “Johnny” in the crowd of your friends. Kuai Liang and Harumi were smiling at you, Kuai holding in what seemed like a perfect joke.

“About time brother.”

“I hope it went well?”

“It went just perfectly.” You joked

And so Tomas and yourself walked over to the edge of the pool, right before Tomas grabbed your waist and jumped in with you. You could feel his grip on you even under the water, you knew he wasn’t ever going to let you go. You both came up for air, Tomas shaking his head to get the water out of his short grey hair, while you pulled back your hair. He treaded water next to you, smiling as his grip got a little lighter. His smile was wide, quickly looking to the four boys mentioned earlier and sighing.

“I like you.”

“I like you too.”

The end…

[peachesandcreames]

What Are We? Pt. 4

A/N: Heavy on the angst with this one. Plane crash injuries. Vomit, blood and some vulgarity. Mentions of God, religion and atheism. That's everything, I think. As always all mistakes are my own and minors are strictly FORBODEN. You and you alone are responsible for your reading choices. Happy reading everyone 📚! Likes, hearts, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!! Much love ❤

Coyote's POV:

Somewhere in the California Desert:

Pain. That's the first thing that came to Coyote's mind as he unhooked himself from his deflated parachute. His left arm at an odd angle, he grimaced as he looked down at it. Definitely dislocated, possibly broken. This is going to hurt he thought as he braced himself against the jagged rock wall.

He braced himself as best as he could and painfully shoved his arm back into the socket. "Son of a bitch!" Echoed in the vast darkness as Coyote popped his arm back into place. He spit blood into the sand and looked around for any sign of Hangman. He finally spotted Jake's white parachute tangled in some trees and Coyote saw his limp body dangling from the treetops. He ran over to where Jake was and grabbed onto his booted foot and started shaking him.

"Shit, Jake. C'mon man, ya gotta wake up. Please. " Coyote leaned against the base of the tree and hung his head. He lowered himself onto the ground and leaned his head against Jake's foot and felt the despair begin to settle in.

Jake's POV:

Pain. His whole body wracked with pain and something or someone leaning on his leg. Excruciating pain shot through Jake's head as he tried to look and see who or what it was. He couldn't see anything so he kicked whoever or whatever it was and he heard a faint "ow." Coyote looked up just in time for Jake's foot to kick him in the head.

"What the fuck, man." Coyote yelped as he pulled himself up using Jake's long legs to help. "Get me down from here." Jake groaned as the pressure in his head erupted and he leaned over and emptied the contents of his stomach. "I think that I'm going to be sick," Javy whined.

"Don't be a pussy," Jake spat as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Javy tossed him his pocket knife as Jake cut himself from his harness and fell to the arid desert ground with a thud. Coyote helped untangle Jake from his parachute and shoved it back into the bag. Jake laid there for a second, the wind knocked out of him as he took stock of his injuries. His head was pounding like he had the worst hangover known to mankind.

His whole body ached bone deep, he felt like he had been run over and dragged by a semi truck over broken glass but I guess that's what happens when you crash your grade A military fighter jet going at top speed. He didn't think that anything was seriously wrong, he just hurt like hell. Possibly a concussion and broken ribs. But it could have been a lot worse, Jake didn't believe in God but by the grace of he and Javy were going to walk out of the desert alive and in one piece. Javy helped him to stand and slung one of Jake's arms over his shoulders and they started walking towards the crash site.

They limped towards the wreckage and stood together in stunned silence. They held onto each other as they stared at the crashed fighter jet and Javy dropped Jake's arm and scrambled over the smoking wreckage and started digging around. "What are you looking for, man? There's nothing left that can help us." Jake heard Javy exclaim triumphantly as he held something small and dark in color above his head. "It's the radio, it might still work. Let them know that we're ok and maybe I can give them our location."

Jake watched as Coyote fiddled with the radio, trying to get a signal. Jake shook his head and started to say that it was useless when he heard it crackle to life. "Command central, this is Lt. Javy Machado and Lt. Jake Seresin we had to eject before we could get coordinates for our last known location. Is anyone out there?" The radio crackled once and went silent and Coyote looked over his shoulder as Jake hung his head in dejection. Javy was about to say that they should pick a direction and start walking when the radio crackled to life, "this is Admiral Johannsson we have military search and rescue on the way, stay where you are. They'll be there shortly. "

Javy clasped the radio to his chest and said a silent thank you to whoever was looking out for them. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Jake look up at the starry night sky and Javy knew that Jake was thinking about Y/N. Coyote made his way back over to Jake and clapped his shoulder and relayed the message and Jake nodded in acknowledgement. They stood together in thankful silence as they saw the lights and heard the sirens of the rescue team. A team of paramedics ushered Jake and Javy out of the way and into the back of the ambulance and put hypothermic blankets over their shoulders and started tending to their wounds.

One paramedic was putting Javy's left arm in a sling to stabilize it. Jake got the brunt of the injuries, as a paramedic shined a flashlight in his eyes. "Lt. Seresin, you have a concussion. Can you tell me what day it is?" Jake winced at the light and muttered "it's Tuesday, I think." She slipped the pen flashlight back into her breast pocket and nodded as she wrote something onto a piece of paper attached to a clipboard.

"Good, are you feeling nauseous or have you vomited within the last few hours?" Javy raised his right hand and answered the question for him. "Yes Ma'am, Hangman's vomit is currently on the ground. It was nasty." She cracked a small smile and made another note on the clipboard. "Alright Lieutenant, I want you to stand up please and let me know if you have any trouble balancing, feelings of dizziness or blurry and or double vision?" Jake stood up and wobbled on his feet.

She watched as he swayed on his feet and made more notes on his chart. "Feeling woozy? Sluggish? Hazy? Foggy? Sensitive to light and sound? Disoriented? Can't concentrate?" Jake nodded "All of the above, ma'am." She jotted down some more notes and helped Hangman sit back down. She took his blood pressure and made one final notation and indicated that he should lay down on the stretcher. "Is that really necessary?" he was barely able to get the question out as she put an oxygen mask over his face.

"Better safe than sorry, Lieutenant." She jumped out of the back of the ambulance and before she could slam the doors shut Jake struggled to sit up and he removed the oxygen mask, "wait! Where are you taking us? Can you please let my girl know that I'm ok? Please?" Hangman gave his best puppy dog eyes and she looked over her shoulder to make sure that nobody was watching her as she climbed back in and sat next to Coyote. She ripped off a piece of paper and wrote down the information that Jake gave to her. She slipped it in her back pocket and jumped out of the ambulance and before slamming the door she said "Gentlemen, you get an all expenses paid trip to the lovely and scenic Naval Hospital in Camp Pendleton. We hope you enjoy your stay." Jake groaned as he collapsed back onto the stretcher as the ambulance lit up the night sky and his only thought was of you. He whispered your name and thought of you as the darkness claimed him.

Y/N POV:

Back at the base camp word had quickly spread like wildfire that Hangman and Coyote had been found alive and being transported to the Naval Hospital at Camp Pendleton. Rooster didn't have the heart to wake you up but he knew that there would be hell to pay if he didn't. He looked down at you as gently snored and a little bit of drool was pooling in the corner of your mouth. He reached a big hand up to your shoulder and gently started shaking you awake. "Y/N, time to rise and shine. They found Jake and Javy, they're being transported to the hospital right now."

You groggily cracked one eye open and picked your head up off of something hard. You looked up into Rooster's honey brown eyes and he gave you an impish smile. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty. They found your Prince Charming." You shot up out of your chair, almost toppling it backwards as the blanket tumbled from your shoulders. You weren't sure if you were hearing him correctly and you just stared at him.

You stood there as comprehension slowly dawned on you. They found them. They found Jake and Javy. You stared at Rooster, not knowing what to say as you felt every single emotion from confusion and disbelief to utter euphoria. You felt the tears begin to form behind your eyes as you felt yourself sinking to the ground.

Before your knees could hit the ground, Rooster caught you and pulled you into his embrace. You began sobbing uncontrollably and he rocked you back and forth as he let you get it out of your system. You clung onto him as sobs painfully wracked your body. You felt the warmth of Rooster's big hand as he soothingly rubbed your back. He handed you a tissue as you tried to pull yourself back together.

Rooster stood up and he reached out a hand and pulled you up and onto your feet. You smiled weakly up at him as you heard a commotion further up the command post. You both looked over and saw a paramedic searching the crowd with her eyes. A piece of crumpled up paper in her hand. You two made eye contact with each other and she started to make her way through the crowd towards where you and Rooster were standing.

"Are you Y/N?" Rooster heard you audibly gulp and you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. What if something happened to them on the way to the hospital. She reached out to hand you the piece of paper and your hand was visibly shaking as you took it from her. She looked at you with compassion in her eyes as you struggled to open the note. You were shaking like a leaf in the frigid fall air as Rooster took pity on you and gently took the crumpled up piece of paper from your hands and thanked the paramedic as she nodded and disappeared into the night.

You shut your eyes and took a deep, calming breath and you heard the paper rustling as Rooster opened the note and gave it a quick glance as he looked over at you standing still with your face turned up towards the night sky as you felt a soft breeze against your skin. You felt something warm touch your upper arm and you wiped away tears of relief with the back of your hand and you reach over and take the note from him and grasp his hand in a quick show of your appreciation for him being there for you. Rooster nodded at you and stepped away to speak with Maverick and Phoenix and to give you some space to read Jake's note. You braced yourself and opened up the folded paper. It wasn't Jake's handwriting so you figured that he must have gotten the paramedic to write it.

Y/N, I won't tell you not to worry because that's what you do best. We're OK, a little banged and bruised but nothing more serious than some scrapes. We're currently at the Naval Hospital in Camp Pendleton, I really want to see you.

Yours Forever, Jake.

You could feel the tears forming again behind your eyes but they didn't fall. You pulled yourself together as best as you could and you made your way towards your sister. You could feel Rooster and Maverick staring at you, their concern for you radiating off of them. You gave them a weak smile and stood next to Nat. You needed your big sister now more than ever and she could sense that.

You hugged Rooster and Maverick and thanked them for everything. Rooster walked with you towards Nat's car and opened up the door for you and you hugged him again and kissed his cheek as you settled yourself into the passenger seat. You buckled yourself in as you saw Nat say a few words to Rooster and Mav as you let your head rest against the seat and you looked out the window at the horizon as the inky blackness of the night sky gradually gave way to morning. You were bone tired and you could only begin to imagine how exhausted Jake and Javy must be. Surviving a near fatal plane crash must have been beyond terrifying.

You had no more tears to cry so you gave silent thanks to whoever was listening and you heard Nat say goodbye to Rooster and Maverick and she started the car and looked over at you. She smiled at you and you gave her one in return. You finally felt like you could breathe easier as Phoenix started the car and she said "Camp Pendleton?" You nodded in agreement and you felt yourself drifting off as you and Nat made the journey towards the hospital and you couldn't wait to see Jake again and make sure that he and Javy were okay. As you fell asleep, you dropped the note that Jake had written for you and Phoenix picked it up carefully and her curiosity got the better of her, she rolled to a stop at the red light and read what Jake had written to you. In the early dawn hours there was nobody else on the road so as the light turned green Phoenix folded up the note and gently put it in the glove box for safe keeping.

Driving on the back roads gave Phoenix plenty of time for contemplation. Everything happened so quickly, your parents untimely passing, the house back home still needs to be packed up and put on the market, you had only been in California for a few months and still hadn't fully settled in yet. Now another set back with Hangman getting hurt and you still haven't come to terms with everything that has happened to you in such a short period of time. Phoenix wondered when the universe would give you a chance to catch your breath and she whispered a silent prayer that you could finally get a break and a chance to be happy and Nat seriously hoped that once the dust settled you'd see a future for yourself in California.

~Fin~

(Until next time 😉)

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[wthtorke]

Insanity

We do it like this here - tooth-rotting fluff on one day and scathing, filthy nsfw on the other lmfao

1.3K words - NSFW Cannibal Bad Blood Yautja x Afab!Reader - WARNINGS: Kidnapping, violence, very graphic p in v nsfw, implied murder, fear of heights, panicked sex, etc.

💫This one is filthy, you've been warned💫

If you don't know who Cannibal is, it's this guy! A crazed bad blood who is also (like the name says) a damn Cannibal - enjoy!

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You had heard of accidents around town all day, a crash here, burning tires there- the police made barricades and told everyone to stay inside.

Your town was in the mountains, the houses were decently far off and at the moment, that made you nervous. If there was a freak on the loose, you had to be careful. 

Following the police's instructions, you locked all doors and windows while your coffee was brewed in the kitchen. You would not be sleeping tonight.

You texted your friends, hoping someone would have an answer when you heard crashing outside. Gasping and walking over the window, the heavy thumps barely reach your ears before a huge blur breaks through the glass. 

Thrown to the floor along with the debris from your wrecked wall, you scream as you're picked up again, being held up by your shirt. Your eyes focus on the scariest thing you have ever seen in your life. 

It flares its teeth and roars in your face as you scream back in sheer panic, thrashing hard and gripping its hand. 

Its claws grip and tear your pant legs into shorts, ripping pieces of fabric as it hissed and snarled, getting closer to your crotch. When it holds your belt line, there's shooting outside. Bullets break through the remnants of the glass and wood before the thing is running off-

With you. 

In the frantic running and moving, you hear bullets whizzing past you, screaming and crying as your heart hammers against your chest. Half naked and kidnapped by a monster was not how you thought this day would end.

It's not long until the creature manages to dodge the police, running deeper and deeper into the woods with you. It was big, bigger than any man you met. It smelled of death, blood, and gore. The way it gripped your thigh and tore your pants told you very clearly of its intentions with you. And fuck if it didn't make you scared, squeezing your legs together as it carried you away from any help you could get. 

It flings you over its shoulder as it jumps up a thick tree, the bones of its armor poke and scratch your hips as one of its huge hands grip your ass tightly. It sends a shameful twist up and down your spine before ending on your cunt.

It hisses harder like it knows what you're feeling. You squeeze your legs together again and that earns you a hard slap on your behind, making you yell out as it jumps to another thicker oak tree, throwing you on one of its branches. 

You hug the branch for your dear life, shaking and trembling as you look below. Several feet in the air, at the top of your town's mountain. You hear metal buckling before you're dragged back again. Your nails dig into the tree bark before one of its hands grips the back of your neck, pressing your face against the wood as it positions itself behind you. The rest of your pants get ripped off with a single pull.

Your heart hammers and your adrenaline is high-  you're scared and you're also horny. How? You didn't know. But as soon as your hips are pulled back against what could only be the monster's cock, you feel a delicious shudder go through you. It snarls and pushes in at once, not giving you any time before it starts harshly pounding you into the wood. 

Your moans are loud and desperate as its thirsts are quick and deep. Its hips snap against yours at such speed that the back of your thighs hurt from the slapping. Behind you, the monster snarls and roars, pressing against you so hard your spine bent painfully as its cock stroked the deepest parts of you. 

Your grip on the branch does not falter one second, knowing if you let go, you could fall from the sheer force of his thrusts. You yell out multiple times, muffled by the monster's own groaning before it changes tactics. 

The hand on your neck switches to your throat, circling around you before gripping tightly and hauling you up, tearing your arms from around the branch. You yell in fear of falling as it crouches, leaning against the tree trunk and continuing to fuck into you as your hands try to grab anything to secure yourself. 

Your eyes roll back into your skull as the impact of his thrusts gets quicker, and stronger before he slams you down on himself, roaring loud enough to make your ears ring and deafen briefly before he explodes inside of you. Hot, long surges of liquid gush inside your walls as you twitch and squirm in its grasp, struggling to breathe as you feel yourself spasming in your own orgasm. 

Your vision blurs before you are moved again, barely aware of the change of view. The top of the trees are now the bottom of them. The sky is now the forest floor as you're dragged away once more. 

You think you can hear yelling in the distance before the thumping steps of the monster gripping you turn faster. You pass out for God knows how long before you're violently shaken awake again.

This time, you're at a small makeshift camp, it seems. There's a fire, even though it doesn't look like a normal one. There's also blood. A lot of blood. The look in its eyes is crazed even when it's resting. 

'It -is- crazy,' you think. 

You're still naked from your waist down, still sticky with his…

He snarls and gets your attention again. His crotch armor is also gone. You finally have a look at the cock that made you pass out from pleasure who knows how long ago. It's ridged, long, and thick. 

And hard. Again. 

He gets up and your belly coils with anticipation once more. You had no idea this side of you existed before. 

This time, he's having you belly up, he decides. You spread your legs and he pulls your thighs to him, leaning forward on his knees as he had before. The sliding-in is easier this time. Your sensitive insides curl around him just as tightly as before as he hisses and begins thrusting again. Quick and deep, like he liked to do. 

Quick and deep, like he drove you mad on his cock. Mad like him. Insane with pleasure. 

You moan, getting pounded into the grassy patch as he grunts and snarls on top of you. You wrap your legs around his hips, and he rewards you by gripping your throat again, squeezing just enough for you to stay alert. 

You gasp and sob as the impact shakes you to your core. Being so big, his face isn't close to yours. You face his chest, finally noticing the most curious aspect about him- The rings dangling from his pecs.

You blush harder and will your hands to rest his abs. When he doesn't react, still thrusting deep in your cunt, you pull them up to his chest, squeezing the pecs in your hands, feeling the cold metal of the rings press against your palms. 

He shudders and hisses, snapping his head down to look at you. His pupils just about disappear in his eyes as the grip on your throat tightens. 

You cough and sputter, closing your hands tighter in fear as he chuckles darkly and loosens his grip a tiny bit. He comes abruptly, slamming in again as you scream underneath him. You squirm hard, trembling legs tightening around his hips as he picks up his pace again, not giving you a break at all. 

The wet slapping sounds make you blush hard again, closing your eyes tightly and submitting to the most pleasurable torture of your life. 

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Crazy ~Namor x Reader smut for anon~

An NSFW where the reader is willing to kill Namor to protect their children from him. (Note: His crazy ass likes it a little too much.)

Warning: overbearing/ borderline violent Namor. (Nobody gets seriously hurt)

You had no idea what had come over your king. You were reading with your children in their bedroom when you heard crashing and shouts of his rage. Your two children jumped in your arms and you held them to you tightly. "Ma'alo'ob (it's alright), don't worry. Your father is just having a bad day." You reassured them. You rose to your feet and gently stroked their heads. "Stay here. I will take care of this." You said, calmly.

Before you could find your husband, he came storming into the childrens' bedroom. His eyes were large and wild. He was breathing heavy and looked fresh from battle. "In yakunaj (my love), what has happened? What's wrong?" "The surface dwellers! They would threaten Talokan with war over our vibranium! I have waited too long to strike...I must destroy them all NOW!" His voice thundered through the large room, scaring your children.

Your son and daughter whimpered at their father's voice and clung to your skirt. His wild eyes were drawn to them and you could see his anger take over him. "Why do you cry?! Crying is weakness! We must be strong against our enemy!" He shouted, pacing quickly. "Stop that, you are frightening them." You scolded. He whirled around to look at you. "THEY SHOULD BE! Our enemy will try to destroy every last one of us to get what they want! We cannot be weak!"

He lunged forward and grabbed your son's arm, yanking him away from you. "My children will learn to be strong! They will be powerful like their father. They will rule over the surface dwellers like the K'uk'ulkan!" He shouted. Your son began to cry harder in his grip. You hardly recognized your husband. He was like a man possessed. You quickly moved your daughter behind you and unsheathed your dagger from it's hidden place in the folds of your dress. You pointed right at your husband's neck, glaring at him.

"Tu ch'a'ajo'oltaj.....Bejla'e'! (Release him....now!)" You hissed. Surprise flashed across his face for a brief moment before being replaced with a smirk. "Would you kill me, in yakunaj?" Your glare and dagger remained steadily fixed on him. "Let go of our son this instant and I will consider sparing you." You growled. He remained still for a second, the sound of your children sniffling was the only sound to be heard in the room. Finally, your husband released your son slowly, raising his hands in surrender. Your son ran back over to you. You bent to kiss the top of his head, dagger still prepared to defend him. "Take your sister and leave us. I will find you later. Go now, my darlings." You gently demanded. Your son wasted no time in grabbing his sister's hand and running quickly from the room.

"Well that was something, in reina (my queen). I did not think you would ever turn your weapon on me." "I did not think I would ever have to. But when you threaten our children, I will not hesitate, Namor." He flinched like you had burned him. "Am I your enemy now, in yakunaj?" He growled, baring his teeth like a wild animal. "You tell me, K'uk'ulkan?" You replied, venom present in your tone.

With lightning speed, he flew at you. He knocked your dagger from your hand and pushed you against the wall. His mutant strength kept you pinned there, despite your struggling. His smirk grew wider on his face. "You look so beautiful when you are fiery like this, in reina. The surface people would tremble in fear if they could see you like this." You huffed and struggled harder against him. "I don't think so, my love. You threatened the king. That is a crime and you will be punished."

His knee shoved between your legs, forcing them apart. You moaned as his lips attacked your neck "So...me threatening your life turns you on?" You spat, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing his touch was working on you. "It is your passion and fierceness that make me like this, my princess. You should know by now I love to see you like that." You rolled your eyes both in annoyance and pleasure as his thigh pressed against your clit. "I can feel you getting wet for me, in reina. Just give in to me, let me take you like this." He murmured against your skin. His hands released yours and slid down to your hips.

You let out a harsh growl as your grabbed his face and pulled it yours. His hands quickly flew back up and tangled in your hair. Shivers ran down your spine as he scratched his fingers on your scalp. You lifted your skirts up, giving you access to your wetness. Wasting no time, his fingers were inside you as he sucked on your neck. He groaned as your nails dragged down his back. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, his hips keeping you pressed up against the wall. "Inside me, in ajawo". (my king) You demanded, pushing down his green shorts. "As you wish, in reina."

The two of you cried out loudly as he pushed fully inside you. You held onto him tight as he set brutal pace. Your breasts bounced in his face and he couldn't stop himself from burying his face in them. You moaned his name as he filled you, hitting the right spot with every stroke. "Ohhh yes, my K'uk'ulkan! Take me!" You cried, pleasure coursing through every part of your body. His smirk was back on his face when you looked at him. "You sound so beautiful giving me orders, in reina. Do I make you feel good?" He moaned. You nodded fast and pulled at his hair, crying out a "Yes!"

Your orgasm was fast approaching and you barely had time to alert him before it was crashing over you in waves of ecstasy. He put you down as you were coming down from your high. You felt him pressing on your shoulders, pushing you to your knees. You huffed at him, wanting him to finish inside you. "You are still getting punished, in reina. I will finish inside you, but not there." He grinned, baring his teeth. Getting the hint, you sat up on your knees and let your mouth fall open. He placed the tip of his cock on your tongue and held your hair as you went to work on him. You took him as far in as you could, tasting yourself on him. His head fell back as you ran your tongue up and down his length. "I'm so close, princesa. Don't stop..." He rasped. You stroked and sucked him harder until he let out a loud moan and bucked into your mouth. You felt his warm cum spilling down your throat and swallowed all of it down.

When you thoroughly cleaned him up, he joined you on the floor and pulled you to him. "I apologize for my behavior, in yakunaj. The threat of the surface dwellers has terrified me. I do not wish to lose you, or our children, or our people." You sighed and laid your head on his chest. "I think you had better apologize to our children for scaring them. They should not have to live in fear of you when you get stressed." You stood and fixed your clothes. You began walking out of the room before turning back and flashing your husband a similar grin to the one he had given you earlier. "And you would be wise to remember, my king, that if you do that again I will not hesitate to stab you."

You ducked from the room leaving a shocked but aroused Namor sitting on the floor, reminded of exactly why he had married you.