#again i could not resist playing around with the colours

[ist-das-kunst-oder-kann-das-weg]

[tcmmysheiby]

oh, loverboy - dbf!joel miller

authors note - listen, i love myself some pedro pascal but game!joel?? another level for me, ok. you can picture with either game!joel or show!joel, you do you. i haven't written in five years and i have come out of writing retirement just for this man. pls be kind to me!! any feedback is appreciated, especially as this is my first smut in so long and i'm used to writing about peaky blinders boys! feel free to send me asks, requests, whatever whatever u want

warnings - dbf!joel, afab, reader described as wearing a dress, dry humping, cheating (joel is married!!), joel takes readers underwear, reader is v horny and shameless about it, facesitting/riding (aka reader would kill joel irl), lots of dirty talk, pussy pronouns, brief female masturbation and brief mention of male masturbation, dryer is in the kitchen cause i'm british ok!!!, slight cum play but not really, use of the word slut, joel gets off on having just hair pulled at js, somewhat switch!joel towards the end but maybe not idk, semi-public sex, office sex, age gap (20 years, the rest is down to you)

word count - 8k.

You knew it was wrong to be besotted with your parent’s best friend, especially when he was a married man but how could you resist? Joel Miller did nothing to help your cause. 

He was polite, handsome and always walked around like he oozed confidence and could do whatever he wanted and no one would bat an eyelid.  His smile was enough to have you clenching your thighs during family meals and your fingers stuffed deep in your pussy the very same night as you dreamed of what else that mouth could do. It was a long, tortuous, heavenly roundabout that you were stuck on and frankly, you didn’t want to get off. 

What did you do in a previous life to deserve this? Why couldn’t you have met Joel in another life? A life where Joel and your dad didn’t meet every Saturday night to play card games and drink beer whilst discussing the latest game. A life where your mother and Joel’s wife, Charlotte, didn’t have spa nights and drink cheap fruity wine they got from the local store. You deserved more, you deserved better, you deserved Joel. 

You have been so good. You’d resisted him for years. You’d perfected your best, fake smile during every anniversary dinner, congratulated them as they announced the renewal of their vows, you’d helped his wife pick out her wedding dress alongside your mother, you’d done everything you were meant to do. When was it your turn? 

“What you thinkin’ bout, girl?” 

You dragged your eyes away from the kitchen window and over to Joel who stood in the doorway, halfway to the fridge before he stopped. How long had you been staring out the window at him? You had only come in here to check on your laundry, how long ago was that? Were you going crazy? 

“Nothin’, Joel,” you said softly, quickly glancing down at the dryer, only a few minutes left. “You and my dad havin’ a good time?” 

You nodded out the window and towards the car that Joel and your dad had been working on for almost six months now, they never seemed to get any further with their latest mechanical mission. On the lawn next to the drive sat your mother and Charlotte, both of them engrossed in conversation as they sipped on lemonade whilst basking in the Austin summer heat. You didn’t hate Charlotte exactly but you envied her and you didn’t know what was worse. You envied her pretty flowery dresses and long curled hair that always look elegant, her fingernails which were always painted a pretty light blue colour and perfectly maintained, envied the fact she slept next to Joel every night and probably didn’t realise how lucky she was. God, maybe you did hate her. 

“Be havin’ a damn better time when I don’t have to look at that car again, swear your dad buys the stupidest shit going,” he scoffed before opening the fridge and pulling out two beers, eyeing up the cheap brand your father had purchased. Joel then turned towards you, “Looks like something’s on your mind - “ he paused before the slight graze of a smirk morphed on his luscious face. “Or someone?” 

It was your turn to scoff, only yours came out uncomfortably loud. “N’ what’s that meant to mean?” 

“C’mon, charmin’ girl like you must have someone by now,” Joel questioned, an eyebrow arched as he stared over at you. Was he moving closer to you? No, it was your imagination. “Not seen ya’ with anyone since that lil boy you had back when you were twenty, what a fool he turned out to be.”

Yeah, a fool indeed. What a waste of time he turned out to be. 

“Tell me about it.”

“Nobody then?” Joel was definitely closer. Could your laundry please hurry up?

You took a quick look  at him briefly before smiling and shaking your head. You turned back towards the window, your back to him now. “We all ain’t lucky to be loved up like you, Joel. Boys my age, well…” 

“What’s wrong with 'em’, sweetheart? That guy turned you off men completely, huh?” 

“Well, they just ain’t my type, Mr. Miller…” You trailed off, you hadn’t called him that in many years. “I like men that are a bit older, ya know?” 

As soon as you finished your sentence, you felt Joel's presence behind you. 

This is what happened between the two of you. Nothing out of turn was ever said but there was a tension, an indescribable sends-you-crazy in the middle of the night, tension. You were adamant it was just you being delusional. You were twenty-years younger than Joel, he would never have any interest in you that way. Plus, your parents were his best friends. Oh, and he was married.

Were you some infatuated young woman who just couldn’t stop fantasising about her dad’s hot best friend? This was more than a fantasy though, this had been going on years. You’d spent endless nights with your hand tucked in between your thighs as you thought dirty things about him. Had mastered every excuse going as to why you couldn’t attend any of the Miller’s functions that Charlotte insisted on throwing. 

“Older?” Joel leaned across you to grab the bottle opener. Of all the places for your father to have left it, why did you have to be in front of it? You got a whiff of his aftershave and almost fell to your knees there. “What makes you like older men so much, huh?” 

“Just somethin’ about them, somethin’ special, somethin’ that makes me feel a lil’ bit naughty, you know?” What were you doing? Words came out of your mouth before you could even process what you were going to say. Joel being behind you, his arm brushing past your waist as he brought the bottle opener towards him. It was all too much, you couldn’t stop rambling but he looked so good, black t-shirt so tight and jeans fitting in all the right places. Did she tell him how good he looked all the time? “They got more experience, more knowledge, and know how to treat a lady right. Boys my age, they don’t know what they doin’. Boys at college showed me that, that’s why i’m wantin’ an older man, ya know? Want someone who ain’t gonna mess me around or throw me to side when someone prettier comes along.” 

“These city boys stupid if they throwin’ you to the side baby,” Joel purred, his breath hot on your neck. He looked down at you from where he stood, trying his hardest not to stare down your shirt. You always made it so difficult for him. “You have many boys in college?” 

Joel moved to your side and faced away from the window. He stared straight ahead as he placed one of the beer bottles down and brought the other to his lips. You stared directly at his wife as you tried not to imagine her husband bending you over the counter, dropping to his knees and using his mouth to eat your pussy from the back. She had no idea as she giggled alongside your mother, had no idea of the thoughts that had ruined your brain since hormones came to play. 

“They wanted me, I didn’t always give them the same attention back.” 

You took a step back at the sound of the dryer beeping, finally. You grabbed the washing basket you had discarded to the side and lowered yourself to both knees as you emptied your load of dry, clean washing into it. Maybe this wasn’t the best position to be in considering you only had to glance slightly to your right and make eye contact with Joel’s bulge. You weren't straining your back for no-one though. 

You felt your heart drop as Joel crouched down to your level besides you. The two of you were no longer in view of the window, nor the front door if anyone was to walk in. This felt wildly inappropriate, you loved it. You just silently prayed that Joel felt the same gravitational pull as you did. 

It all seemed different. You’d had these conversations before, sometimes there had been flirtatious comments but Joel was a tease, could flirt with a lamp post if he really tried hard enough. There was something about the way he was looking at you now, almost as if there was resistance there. Like he was trying to resist you. 

“Older men won’t always treat you well,” he rasped, training his eyes to stay level with yours and not fall below your neckline. Your little white tank top doing nothing to hide your chest, it seemed you had skipped wearing anything underneath.  Such a tease, he thought. “Young pretty thing like you wanting a bit of them? C’mon now, you can’t handle no-one your own age, let alone someone twenty  years older than you.” 

There was a taunting smile on his face. Your heart began to thump under the thin material of your vest as you looked at him, not paying attention to the clothing in your hands. His head tilted to the side slightly as he eyed you up, waiting for you to respond. 

“You are twenty years older than me,” you whispered out loud before you could stop yourself.  “Do you think I couldn’t handle ya?” 

Joel shook his head and sniggered slightly. “I know you couldn’t handle me baby, ain’t no shame in that.” 

“Why don’t you give me the chance to prove you - “ 

“I’ll have these.” The words were spoken and an item of clothing was stolen from your hands before you could finish your sentence . You suddenly felt tiny as Joel stood up. You looked up at him, eyes wide and mouth open as you watched him hold your pink, lace panties in his hand. “I’d prefer them used but this will do.” You kneeled with your mouth open, unable to make any argument back. Joel looked down at you before he bent over slightly to grab your jaw. You whimpered pathetically at the action and a wide shit-eating grin was on Joel’s within seconds of you making the sound. “Goodbye sweet girl.” 

“Joel - “ 

“Goodbye sweet girl,” he repeated sternly, his eyes lingering on yours as he stood up straight and walked out of the kitchen, your panties stuffed in his back pocket and both bottles of beer in his hands. 

----

You were a fool. A big fool. 

As soon as Joel had gone, you were running upstairs into your room where you slammed the door shut and threw yourself down on the bed. It had never gone that far before. He’d taken your panties - your favourite but you’d let that slide. Your mind was clogged with thoughts of him with your panties wrapped around his cock as he edged himself over and over again. His hand pressed against the locked door of the bathroom he shared with his wife. He wouldn’t be thinking about her though, no, his mind would be flooded with filthy images of you doing the stuff his wife wouldn’t do for him, you bent over wherever he wanted, his cock stuffed wherever he wanted, your mouth wide open and pussy sopping for him. You wanted them back, covered in his cum and filth, his scent embedded in the material. He was making you feral, the panties you were currently wearing already so soaked.

He wanted them used? Well, he’d get them used. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out, your right index and middle finger slowly massaging your clit. 

It was the same routine almost nightly. The moment your fingers touched your clit, dirty thoughts of Joel would arise in your brain. You wanted every inch of him, wanted his fingers rubbing delicate circles on your clit rather than your own, wanted his tongue lapping you up as he slowly slipped his large fingers inside of you, slowly but surely bringing you to the edge over and over and over again. 

You felt restricted by the panties you were wearing but you needed them soaked. Needed Joel to have one smell of the fabric and go mad with lust, unable to control himself to the point he tugs his cock out wherever he is and strokes and strokes until he’s coming so hard that the only thing he can purr is your name over and over again. You were so mad for this man, you needed him to be the same back. 

This is what you were put on this planet for. You were made to make Joel miller go crazy at the scent of a younger woman. 

You rubbed your clit harder as you arched your back, mumbling his name repeatedly until it was the only thing you could do. Your legs spread wider as your eyes fluttered open and shut, the room blurring as you felt the pressure grow in your lower abdomen. 

You always came quick when you thought of Joel but this, this was humiliating. 

As your orgasm washed through you, all you could do was concentrate on Joel’s voice. I know you couldn’t handle me, baby. You could, you knew you could. You could hear the disgustingly beautiful words that he would speak to you as he thrusted his cock in and out of you, the delicious stretch as he split you open and opened your legs wider than you ever could yourself. 

“Oh fuck, Joel, Joel - “ you stuttered shakily, your orgasm sending shockwaves through your body. You tightened your legs around your hand that was still rubbing your clit and your back arched off the bed, the sound of his name on the tip of your tongue as you slowly came down. 

You needed him. You were going to have him. 

You spent the next few moments trying to gather your thoughts and talk yourself out of making a bad decision. This could ruin your life and your relationship with your parents but most importantly, it could ruin everything with Joel. Not just the sexual stuff either. Being able to have someone to call in the middle of the night when you were stranded at a party and too frightened to call your mother, the memory of having your first sip of alcohol with Joel when you were eighteen, the way that he would smile sweetly to you whenever he saw you unloading groceries from your mothers car. It would all be ruined, gone. A new, uncertain, dangerous territory would arise and you would be stuck there, unable to go back on what you have done. But you wanted this more than anything, had dreamed about this endless time. If you could only have him for one night, then one night it would be. 

Before you could talk yourself out of anything, you jumped off the bed and ignored the pulsing feeling in your pussy. You reached over to the freshly washed laundry and grabbed a hoodie and a pair of leggings. As tempting as it was to walk down the stairs in nothing but your soaked underwear and an oversized t-shirt, have Joel peel them from your body before taking you over to the dining room table and fucking you, you had to have some class about you. 

The sound of your parents and Charlotte could be heard from your bedroom, they must have come in at some point but you were sure they hadn’t heard you. You listened out for Joel’s voice or laughter but heard nothing.. A part of you hoped he’d rushed off home to fuck himself with your panties. You bounded down the stairs with a skip in your step, excited for what was to come.

“Where’s Joel?” you asked as you came into the kitchen, voice laced with fake innocence as you smiled sweetly at the three of them around the dining room table. Your used panties hidden in the pocket of your hoodie. 

“Garage,” Charlotte answered. “Everything okay? Anything I can help you with?” 

Absolutely not. 

“Yeah, I just need to ask him something about Sarah.” 

“Before you go,” your mother started, stopping you as you made a rush for the front door. She showed you her laptop screen, a stunning spa resort on the screen. Nice. “Me and Charlotte were thinking about booking a weekend away at the end of summer, are you interested in coming?” 

“You really should,” Charlotte answered, not giving you a chance to oppose the situation. “I could always see if Sarah is free to come along with us so you’re not stuck with us the whole time.” 

You shrugged your shoulders and glanced towards the garage door through the kitchen window. Could you really be in close proximity to Charlotte for a full weekend? Especially considering what you were about to do. 

“I’ll think about it,” you answered with a smile, hoping it would be enough to satisfy them. “Anyways, bye.” 

You rushed out the front door and over to the garage before they could say anything else. As you reached the door, you caught a glimpse of Joel around the corner, your heart skipping a beat as you stared at him. He was so pretty, years of labour engrained on his face but he wore it so well. His hair was messy after spending hours running his fingers through it, most likely at annoyance towards your father for buying another car that didn’t run. His beard was unruly and all you could picture was the feeling of the coarse hair running along the inside of your thighs and leaving red marks in its wake. 

You coughed loudly and caught his attention. He turned around slowly, already trying to fight an erection at the sight of you and a seductive smile. “I want my panties back, Joel,” you began. You wanted to move closer, run your hand up his chest and grab the curls at the back of his neck but you maintain your dignity, for now. “They’re my favourite pair.”

Joel tutted and shook his head.“Not happenin’, darlin. They are mine now.” He threw the rag he had in his hand on the work bench behind him, eyes not leaving yours for even the briefest of seconds.

“But what if I give you something better?” You slowly stalked over to Joel and pressed your body up close towards him and fought the urge to not stare up at him. “Somethin’ so much better.” 

Joel watched with hooded eyes as you reached in between your bodies, your hand accidentally grazing his lower belly. He took in a deep breath and clenched his fists. He was struggling as much as you and you loved every moment. 

“You filthy girl,” Joel chuckled darkly, the sight of your panties having his cock rock hard against the rough denim material of his jeans. He was fucked. He took them from your hand and admired them with a glimmer of humour in his eyes but there was something darker there, almost worrying. He fondled with the material, his rough finger moving along the crotch and he audibly moaned when he felt the wetness.  “These are still wet, baby. What you been doin’ up those stairs, huh?” 

You tilted your head to the side and grinned. “You wanna’ know?” You asked, so sweet and sexy that the way you spoke went straight to Joel’s cock. You ran your hand up Joel’s chest and over his neck before pressing the two fingers you’d used to get yourself off against his plump lips.  “You can have a taste if you wanna’.” 

“Pretty girl - “ he purred, unable to finish his sentence as you pressed your fingers into his mouth. “Dirty girl,” he finished, his mouth enclosing around your fingers as he took in the faint taste of your previous orgasm. His large hand wrapped around your wrist, keeping you in place whilst he stared down at you with a fire in his eyes that you’d never seen before. He popped your fingers out of his mouth, “Always knew you were a fuckin’ slut for me.” 

You stood up on your tippy-toes as you attempted to capture Joel’s mouth with your own but he pushed you back, enough to make you stumble back into the bonnet of the car that Joel and your father had been working on. 

“Please, Joel,” you whimpered, sounding more pathetic than you normally did when you were around him - you wanted something to happen when you passed him your wet panties but this, well this was something else. You watched him as he walked over to you, an internal battle playing out in his head but he knew which side of him would win. You reached out for him as he got closer but he gently slapped your hands away. “I’m not a slut, i - “

“Ya  think I don’t notice the way you suddenly become a slut whenever I’m around? How I’ll walk into your house and you’ll be dressed in jeans and a shirt and within five minutes, suddenly you’ve got on them lil’ pyjama shorts with the frills on the bottom and an even littler tank top that you should be fuckin’ ashamed to be wearing around your parents,” he spat. He stood directly in front of you, one large hand reaching out to lay flat against your stomach as he pushed you further against the bonnet until you were practically laid flat against it, your elbows the only thing keeping you slightly sat up. “But you ain’t ashamed. You fuckin’ love it. Love knowing that my cock’s damn near bustin’ out my jeans all night, don’t ya?” 

“I didn’t know, Joel - “ You knew. 

“Didn’t know? See, you’re a liar as well as fuckin’ slut. You think you deserve my cock?” 

“Yes, please,” you moaned loudly without any shame. No concern for the three people not that fat from you. You were fucked if anyone was to come into the garden. Due to the placement of the work bench, you were thankfully out of sight of the house. 

“Why?” he asked, his hand running up and down your stomach delicately. 

“I’ve been so patient, Joel. It’s been torture, knowin’ you going back to her and fuckin’ her when it should be me you fuckin’,” you cried out, your eyes watering with desperation. “Don’t you think I deserve ya cock? I’ve been good, I promise. I gave  ya’ my used panties. Made myself come whilst wearin’ them, just for you, thought of you, I promise.” 

Before you could begin to process your actions, you grabbed Joel’s hand and moved it further down so it was situated in between your thighs. You had ‘forgotten’ panties and with your previous encounter with Joel, your orgasm and this current situation, you were dripping all the way down to the seam of your leggings. 

“Can you feel it, Joel?” you asked, voice soft and quiet. “Can ya’ feel how wet I am for you?” 

Joel moaned lowly as he slowly moved his fingers along your clothed pussy, the material from the leggings adding an extra layer of pleasure. You were already so sensitive still from your previous orgasm but you weren't going to back out of this. 

“I feel it, baby,” he grunted. “Fuck, ya’ so beautiful, so wet, I ain’t got no choice but to fuck ya’, have I?” Removing his hand, Joel placed both of his hands on each side of your inner thigh and split your legs apart so you were fully spread out for him. The action caused you to fall flat onto your back and you attempted to open your legs even wider for him. “That’s it, good girl.” 

Joel took one large step until he was situated between your thighs. His hands reached up to grab your waist and he moved your body down until you were pressed against his bulge, his hard cock pressing directly onto your clothed pussy. His hands tightened around you as he slowly rubbed his cock against you, his eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy. 

Joel felt so wrong. If someone was to walk into the garage and see the scene in front of them then Joel would be leaving yours with a black eye but how was he able to resist such a beautiful woman who was equally as desperate as him? He’d tried so hard to resist you, spent the last few years trying to purposely avoid you but there were times when he couldn’t, and he couldn’t even count the amount of times on one hand that he had to rush off to your parent’s bathroom and stroke his cock until he finally saw sense. This was his best friend's daughter, this was you. Not some random girl in a club that just wanted a quick fuck. This was quiet, pretty, sweet you. He didn’t even want to think about his wife who was blissfully unaware of his sinful thoughts, especially didn’t want to think about her when your hips were moving and creating more pressure on his cock. 

“Want more, Joel,” you whispered, eyes shut as you continued to grind along his cock. You definitely looked a mess but Joel didn’t seem to care, not when his hands left your waist and he let you take control. “Cock feels so big, bet it feels even bigger deep inside of me.” 

Within seconds, you were flung around so you were now bent over the bonnet, your legs dangling over the edge. Joel’s hands were on your waist again as dragged you back so your back was perfectly arched for him and arse up in the air for him to admire. His cock pressed against you as he shamelessly rutted his hips into you, allowing the sensation to go straight to his cock - and head. 

“Pretty fuckin girl’, told you earlier that you wouldn’t be able to handle my cock,” he moaned, one hand moving down to squeeze the flesh of your ass. There was nothing delicate about the touch, you didn’t mind. “But like I said, gonna have to fuck ya’, aren’t I? Wouldn't be fair of me to let you carry on like this, so desperate and horny for an old man’s cock that you gotta’ stuff your fingers inside your pussy every goddamn time I’ve been in the same room as ya’.”  

You’ve never seen Joel this desperate, all fury and hormones as he rubbed himself against your ass, almost as if you weren't there. You could do nothing but grind your hips up against him, waiting and anticipating and his animalistic nature took over. He messily fucked his cock against you, whispering sweet nothings out loud as the usual authoritative Joel slips away. His eyebrows dipped as his orgasm approached and suddenly, he felt like an eighteen year old boy again. He was no better than those college boys you bitched about. He wasn’t going to come in his pants at the feeling of your ass pressed against his cock and he certainly wasn’t going to sit next to his wife on the drive home and pretend that he didn’t just get himself off using your body. 

“No, no, no, where you goin’, Joel?” you whimpered as you felt the loss of his body against yours. You turned your head around and reached for him, only for him to shake his head as a warning. If you touched him, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. “Want you to come, need you to come, please, I’m so desperate, please. Can fuck my throat, please - “ 

“Shut up,” Joel snapped, taking a few steps back as he eyed you down like you were his prey. “If I only get to fuck you once, then it ain’t being like this, you understand? Plus baby, your parent’s are in the house, my fuckin’ wife is in the house. Need to be careful if we gonna’ do this, shouldn’t even be doin’ it but fuck, you right girl, you waited long enough, ain’t ya’?” 

You nodded pathetically as you stood up straight. “So long.” You were no longer the woman that walked into the garage and made Joel suck on her fingers. You were weak, desperate and a horny pathetic mess. Frankly, you didn’t care slightly about the people inside the house, not when you could see how hard his cock was. 

“I need to go by my office tonight and pick up some paperwork.” Joel stated, not looking anywhere else but at you. His cock was throbbing in his briefs, begging to be released and forced inside your tight, warm pussy but Joel needed to wait. He couldn’t do this here - couldn’t risk his wife or your parent’s walking in despite how badly he wanted to bend you over the stupid car. “You’ll be there, won’t ya’?” 

Again, you nodded pathetically. “I’ll be there.” 

“Wear a pretty dress, or skirt, yeah?” The sound of Charlotte's voice reached both of you at the same time and you took note of the way Joel grimaced - he wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. He was already counting down the hours until he could help you get over your need for his cock. “No panties either and I’m keeping these.” 

----

When you had woken up that morning, you hadn’t expected that this is where you would be but here you were, standing outside Joel’s office feeling like nothing but an idiot. You looked down at the dress you’d put on just for him, a pretty pink off-the-shoulder flowery summer dress, you looked cute, irresistible. 

You stepped inside, knowing the way to go from your previous visits with your father. Those times had been innocent, you’d sat in Joel’s office whilst him and your dad discussed whatever business they needed to talk about. This time was  different. You felt so anxious as you approached the office door - not bothering to knock as it was already slightly open. You had a plan to open the door slowly and say something that would have him dragging you over to the desk but you didn’t get a chance. Before you could say anything, his voice was ringing through the room. 

“Take your dress off for me.” 

You stood still in the doorway to his shared office with Tommy as silence occupied the room you were in. Not even a hello, straight to the point. Joel faced away from you as he flicked through some paperwork that was untidily placed over the desk, could he feel how desperate you were for him? 

“What if I say no?” you fire back, your tone of voice playful. 

Despite your voice showing some confidence, you could feel yourself getting smaller under the harsh gaze of Joel as he turned back to look at you briefly. The glance only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to let you know he wasn’t down to play your games anymore. Joel turned back towards the paperwork and sighed loudly enough for you to hear it from the other side of the room. Was his cock aching at the thought of having you? 

“Ya’ think you’re so cute, don’t you?” Joel asked rhetorically. “Did you listen to what I said earlier on? Did you wear your panties or nah?” 

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you. “I listened to what you said, Joel. Behaved myself. I’m not wearing anything underneath this dress.” 

“So do as you're told and take that dress off before I have to come over there and do something about it, understood?” Tempting. You watched as Joel strolled casually over to a sofa besides his desk. He looked at you properly for the first time and his cock hardened at the sight of you. “We shouldn’t be doing this, you know that.” 

“I know,” you said softly with a shrug of your shoulders. “But I kinda’ don’t care.” 

Joel stifled a laugh. “Me neither, baby.” He raised one eyebrow and nodded towards your dress, encouraging you to finally free yourself of the loose clothing which felt like it was stuck to your body. 

Standing at a distance from Joel, you allowed the dress to slip from your body until it fell lightly to the floor. You were completely naked for him, body bare and on show. Goosebumps arose on your skin as you watched him take every inch of you in, his eyes slowly trailing over your collarbones, down to your breasts where the nipples had peaked due to the cool air, down your soft belly which was gagging to be covered in his kisses, and finally your pussy. If he was any closer, he would be able to see the glistening in between your legs. 

“You think she’s ready for me?” 

“She?” you asked with a confused expression etched onto your face. 

“Your pussy, baby,” Joel cooed, his voice soft and loving. “God, you can be so innocent when you wanna’ be. Come over here, wanna see all of you.” 

You gulped as you walked over to him slowly, suddenly feeling anxious at the feeling of his eyes roaming over your body. He looked so hungry for you with his right hand rubbing against the growing bulge in his jeans. So pretty, you thought to yourself. 

When you finally stood in front of him, you looked everywhere but down at the fact that had ruined your dreams since you could remember. Maybe this was wrong but it felt so right at the moment. 

“I can see she’s ready, she’s so wet for me already,” Joel said, his large palms coming to lay on the back of your thighs. You shuffled forward slightly until his face was in direct view with your soft belly. Joel leaned slightly forward and placed one chaste kiss directly above your belly button. As you looked down, Joel looked up and the two of you were silent for a brief moment, just staring at each other and waiting for one to back out but when neither of you spoke out against what you were about to do, Joel continued on. “When we got this office, Tommy brought some dumb shit for it. Told him we’d never need a sofa in here but I’m starting to think that maybe it wasn’t a bad purchase at all.” 

“Why’s that, Joel?” 

“Because imma’ eat your pussy on it.” He said the words so casually that you almost fell to your knees there. “Bet you’d look so pretty with your thighs on either side of my face.” 

“Joel,” you hummed, hands automatically coming out to thread in his thick hair. A soft moan came through Joel at the action.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” 

“Please.” 

Joel gracefully pulled you down so you were straddling his lap, his large hands roaming along the skin on your back as he admired you. “So beautiful,” he mumbled, mouth pressed along the base of your neck. “Wanna mark you up so bad. Fuck if you were ten years older, not my bestfriends daughter and I weren’t married, I’d do such bad things to you, fuck you full of my cum till I was leaking outta’ ya’ for days.” 

“Can’t, I wish you could, more than you’ll ever know,” you whined, fingers gripping his head as the flurry of kisses along your neck went straight to the fire in your loins. “But you can do what ya’ said before.” 

“Tell me what you want me to do, wanna’ hear them dirty words come from that sweet mouth of yours.” 

“Want you to eat my pussy, Joel. Please.” 

Joel grunted before taking a hold of your body and shuffling you around on the sofa until he was laid flat and you were straddling his waist. Joel looked as desperate as you as he thrusted his hips up, shuffling you slightly along his body. 

“Come on then, I’m waiting for her. Been waitin’ on her for far too long.” 

Joel grinned widely, excited at the prospect of having his best friend's daughter come all over his tongue. Joel was obviously lying if he said that he hadn’t thought about this before but they were just taboo thoughts that he had, nothing serious, everyone fantasised, right? He almost felt ashamed when he left your parents house only hours before, cock still hard and leaking in his boxers as he pictured you spread across your fathers car. He tried to make conversation with Charlotte on the way back home but it was physically impossible, his mind clouded with the memory of you bent over your dads precious project with your ass in the air, basically inviting him in. But he felt no shame now. Not with you, straddling him and looking down at him with an anxious, but compliant, smile on your face - he was completely and utterly fucked. 

“Happily, Mr. Miller.”

You sensually moved your body further up his, pausing briefly to place your thumb against Joel’s mouth. You dragged his bottom lip down as you smiled down at him sweetly, the memories of your fingers in Joel’s mouth as he sucked them clean had you throbbing onto his t-shirt, sure to leave a stain in its wake. Before you could go any further, Joel gently wrapped a hand around your wrist. 

“Up here, now. You know what to do, doll.”

Smiling, you placed both of your hands against the arm of the sofa that was behind Joel’s head and lifted your body up so that you could move until you were hovering above his face. You’d never done this before. Sure, you’d had someone go down on you but never like this, never so intimate and never whilst you had been this wet. Joel was in no rush though as you hesitated above him. He would never force you to do anything that you didn’t want to do and he understood that you were most likely nervous - you was fucking your father’s best friend after all. The sight he had wasn’t too bad either, your pussy soaking and dripping just for him. So close to his mouth.  After some hesitation, Joel came to the conclusion that he couldn’t look at your sweet cunt for any longer and do nothing about it. 

Both of his strong hands gripped onto your thighs as he brought you down to his face and delved in, a moan coming from both of you as his tongue immediately started to lick along your clit in a teasing manner. You lurched forward at the sensation, your hands gripping onto the sofa with a tighter grip. 

“Oh, that feels so good,” you cried out, one hand leaving the sofa to grab his locks. “Don’t stop, please, please don’t stop.” 

Joel wrapped his mouth around your clit as he gently moved his head from side-to-side, he would keep you on top of his face for the rest of his life if it was possible. You looked down at the sight of him, so beautiful and sensual that you couldn’t help but moan just from that. Your thighs squeezed against the side of his face as you felt yourself relax into him, allowing yourself the chance to roll your hips and meet the stroke of his tongue. His hands grabbed both of your thighs as a sign of encouragement. 

“You taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” he purred before placing small flicks against your clits, starting slowly but becoming more distressed as your moans became louder and more frequent. “She’s so fuckin pretty, girl. Such a pretty pussy, so wet and all for me.” 

“For you, Joel,” you breathed out as your eyes squeezed shut and you stuttered forwards. Joel’s actions were becoming more ferocious on your cunt, his tongue having no limits as he continuously brought you to the edge. 

You could barely speak, only the filthiest of moans coming from your timid body as you continued to grind along Joel’s face. Worries about harming him were gone, all you could focus on was the unmeasurable amount of pleasure that he was bringing you. If his tongue alone could do this, what could his cock do? 

Joel didn’t need to hear you speak though. The moans and whimpers that blessed his ears was enough to tell him everything that he needed to know. You were gone when it came to him, would allow him to do whatever he wanted and just the feel of his cock against your ass and his tongue on your clit had done that to you. He wanted to ruin you so bad it almost hurt him. 

As you looked down at Joel again, your eyes flickering open for the briefest of moments, you noticed the cockiness that glimmered behind his eyes. 

“I’d do this every day of my life if I could,” he said as he lifted you up briefly. You whimpered at the loss of contact but also at the sight of him. His face glistened with your wetness, his beard drenched and lips swollen as he stared up at you. Darkness had clouded his eyes. 

You can. You can. You can. You wanted to scream at him. But he couldn’t. He was married. 

“Just shut up,” you mewled before reaching down, grabbing his hair and planting yourself firmly on his face. An animalistic growl came from Joel as he returned his heavenly lips to your core. His moans and whimpers vibrated against your clit as you tugged harder on his hair with every action of his tongue.  

You found a rhythm that had Joel’s eyes slightly widening but he didn’t once stop as you rode his face, his tongue and lips drinking in every drop you released. His tongue went from moving leisurely swirls along your clit to rough, mixing the rhythm up and having you yearning for more. 

His cock was so hard it was painful. He wanted nothing more but to flip you over and fuck you from the back, have you keening and arching your back for him as you screamed his name over and over again, legs shaking and orgasm so strong you black out but he needed this just as much. Wanted to have you flood his mouth with your arousal, he needed to struggle to breath as you put all your weight on his face and took what you needed, deserved. 

Your head was thrown back as you chanted his name like a prayer, your voice becoming embarrassingly higher. Small flicks that he left against your clit were becoming more distressed and the thrust of your hips was almost making it hard for Joel to breath but he would die happily if it meant dying in between your legs with his tongue pressing against your enterance.

“I’m so close,” you whimpered out loud, your cunt clenching around his tongue as he behaved like a frenzied woman between your thighs. His tongue was everywhere all at once and you could feel yourself start to build up, the excitement of the release making you tug on his hair harder as fucked yourself harder on his face. 

Joel pulled back for air, his breath laboured and eyes glossy. He gave himself a few seconds to collect himself as you made stared at each other, both so fucked out your brains it was ridiculous. 

“You gonna come for me, pretty girl? Gonna coat my face?” Joel asked, his words broken up due to being unable to tear his mouth away from your clit for more than a few seconds. “Answer me baby, tell me how good I’m making you feel - “ Joel cut himself off with a long, drawn-out moan as your hands returned back to his hair. “Keep tugging my hair.” 

Tugging harder and putting most of your weight onto Joel’s face was the only response you could give him. Your moans and whimpers matched Joel’s as he continued his tortuous assault on your cunt and you weaved your fingers throughout his hair, your fingernails digging slightly into his scalp causing a delicious burn. 

The burn in your lower stomach grew stronger with every movement of Joel’s tongue and your legs started to shake around his head. “Come, pretty girl,” he growled against your clit. “Come so hard on my tongue I can taste you for days.” 

You dissolved into pleasure as you felt your orgasm rush through your body, every part of you in utter bliss as lowly moaned out Joel’s name. His own cries of pleasures were adding to the orgasm, the vibrations rippling through you. His hands grabbed you tighter as he held you down, surely not able to breathe but frankly, not caring in the slightest. This was heaven to him. Being able to feel your thighs shake and stutter, your whole body clench up and the taste of your wetness gushing out of you and onto his tongue, drinking up every inch of you like he was a man dying - he was done for. This was perfection. This is what he had been craving for so long.

It felt as if everything had stopped as you gently moved your cunt across his mouth, the last of your orgasm sizzling out. You attempted to move off Joel and give him a chance to catch a breath but he pulled you back down, using his tongue to clean up the evidence of your orgasm. It was only when the pleasure became too much that you pulled him back with another pull of his hair, earning an almost silent whimper from him. 

“You did so well, baby,” he whispered as he moved you down to his lap and sat himself up. Joel’s hand moved to your face as he brushed some of the hair out of the way. You looked so good, so blissful and angelic. He looked even better though, completely fucked out as he tried to labour his breathing. 

You nodded slowly and pressed your forehead against his. “So good. Thank you, thank you so much.” 

Joel gulped and hesitated before speaking, “We can do this again,” he started, ignoring the voice in his head screaming at him to shut up. This was so wildly inappropriate but how was he meant to resist you after you’d just sat on his face and ridden him to high heavens? His heart clenched at the hopeful smile on your face. “Our secret though, baby. Can’t tell no-one, ya’ get that?” 

“Our secret.” You leaned back on Joel’s lap, expecting to feel his hard cock pressing into your sensitive core but instead, you just felt his soft bulge and a hint of disappointment hit you. “You not get hard for me, Joel?” you asked sadly. 

There was a devilish smile on his face as he watched you shuffle back until you rested on his lower thighs, your eyebrows pressed together. You undid the buttons of his jeans and slid your hand inside of his briefs so you could cup his bulge - he had wanted you so bad before, what had happened? 

Joel continued to watch you with a smile as your mouth formed into the perfect ‘o’ shape at the realisation of what had happened. 

“For me?” you asked sweetly as you removed your hand from Joel’s boxers, the remnants of his come on your finger tips. 

“For you,” he answered with a faint blush to his cheeks. “Made me come untouched, girl. All from those pretty fuckin’ hands of yours in my hair and the way you rode my face…” he trailed off and grabbed your ass, pulling you against him. “Suck ya’fingers baby, taste me.” 

You did as told, maintaining eye contact as you slipped your digits into your mouth and tasted him on your tongue. Fuck, he was delicious. 

“Funny,” you moaned around your fingers before letting them pop out your mouth. You leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of Joel’s mouth, ignoring his look of confusion. “Told me I couldn’t handle an older man but it looks to me like you can’t handle a bit of younger pussy.” 

Joel chuckled as his fingers started to trail along the inside of your thigh. “I’m not finished with you yet, darlin’. Fuck, I ain’t even started yet.”

[mattluvr]

⋆·˚ ༘ * a pure smut chris sturniolo oneshot !

( dom!college!chris, orgasm denial, teasing, doggystyle, praise, pet names, slight degradation if you squint )

chris is a one night stand type of guy.

he makes it clear to every girl he sleeps with that they get one chance to make him feel good, one night to supply him with endless pleasure, but is always left feeling. . . meh. nobody has taken his dick as well as you.

you’re the exception to his rule about the nights being singular; he just can’t seem to get enough of you.

consider tonight as an example. minutes ago, you’d been caught up in the throng of a crowd at a frat party, red solo cup in your clutches. now, you’re on your knees for none other than chris, the two of you in the confinements of a spare bedroom, the music from the party downstairs pulsing through your bodies.

chris’ dick is twitching in front of your face, his jeans and boxers in a puddle by his ankles as he looks down at you, teasing the waters by slowly dragging your manicured nails across his throbbing member.

“sweetheart…” chris hisses, his hand travelling to the back of your head, forcing you forward. you resist, glaring up at him, your nails raking with more harshness. he grits his teeth, secretly revelling in the pleasure it gives him.

this is what he likes about you; you’re not afraid to challenge him, take things a step too far in the best way possible, push boundaries. with previous girls, chris always felt he was being too rough, too mean. with you, he could easily put you in your place, but receive enough bite back to make things interesting.

“play nice.” you murmur, your tongue darting out, across his enraged tip, the boy above you letting out a guttural moan from the back of his throat.

“jesus, ma. you don’t know what you do to me.”

and you really don’t; chris is completely entranced by everything about you, from your outfits showing a sliver too much skin for his liking, cleavage peaking out over the neckline of your shirt, to your long eyelashes, batting up at him innocently. you turned him on more than you’d ever know.

you smile, kitten licking the head of his cock again, revelling in the response you’re receiving. you don’t know it, but you’re the only person who can make him whine aloud, who can make the air around you thick with moans.

it’s then that chris decides he can’t take the teasing any longer, needing to be in your cunt, which he can only imagine is dripping for him. it often is. with images of your underwear swimming round his head, he grabs you harshly under your arms, hoisting you onto your feet.

“i need to be inside you.” he growls, adjusting the backwards cap perched on his head. “right fucking now.”

“you don’t want to taste me first?” you challenge, and chris smirks. exactly why he likes you; never too afraid to push the boundaries.

he doesn’t verbally reply, simply bending down and removing your jeans with one swift movement. now, you’re left in your thong, mesh and decorated with an orange bow, and your shirt, the latter soon following the jeans. this reveals the matching bra, the orange detailing making chris’ head roll back. you look unbelievably sexy in his favourite colour.

“orange lingerie just for me, huh?” he teases, rough fingers running up the curves of your hips, pulling at your thong. you hiss, the crease of the material hitting your bundle of nerves deliciously, and you rub your thighs together to relieve the tension building up.

“you like it?”

“do i like it?” chris lets out a breathless laugh, hooking his fingers under the thong and rolling it down, revealing your glistening pussy. he needs you so bad it’s borderline embarrassing. “i fucking love it. you look so hot in my colour, baby. keep the bra on.”

your eyes sparkle, and you oblige, your own hands travelling up to rest on chris’ chest, feeling how his heart beats restlessly beneath his flushed skin. you almost miss chris’ fingers circling your clit, and when one of the pads of his index fingers presses down on the holy spot, you moan involuntarily, head flying down to rest in the crook of his shoulder.

“shit, chris. just like that.” you groan, the two of you still stood at the end of the bed as chris gets you off, his movements harsh yet so fucking good. “god, you make feel amazing. yeah, right there. fuuuuuck.”

a few more seconds of chris rubbing your swollen bud, and he decides that you’re wet enough to take him now. sure, he’s denying you a leg shaking orgasm, but his dick is crying out to be confined in your walls. he’s forever grateful that you’re on the pill; sex without a condom always felt better for him.

he pulls his finger away, and you whip your head up, a scowl on your face. “you son of a bitch. i was so close, chris.”

“i don’t give a fuck.” chris replies, his tone equally as condescending as yours. “i need to be inside you, that alright?”

he doesn’t wait for an answer, shoving you roughly onto the bed and picking you up by your hips, flipping you over. chris’ favourite position is and always has been doggystyle; there’s no sight he drools over more than your ass bouncing off his hips.

so he wastes no further time, guiding his tip to your sensitive entrance, both you and him moaning as he pushes himself into you. he feels as good as ever, and as he starts to move in and out at a steady pace, you feel that all too familiar pressure in the pit of your stomach.

“fuck, sweetheart. you look so pretty, your ass bouncing off my hips.” chris says in a hushed voice, his hands resting on your waist as he pulls you into him slowly. you mewl, throwing your hair over your shoulder as you reposition your weight onto your elbows.

this change in your angle gives chris more access to your g spot, buried deep within you, and he starts to thrust with more power, your vision clouding with stars. to chris, you’re the only girl who can take his dick, and to you, chris is the only boy who has ever handed you earth shattering pleasure. it’s a win win situation for both parties.

“oh fuck, i think i’m there already. baby, go faster.” you command, and chris hears you loud and clear, the bed frame squeaking as he pushes in and out at an ungodly pace.

you cry out, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap, the edge looming ever closer. chris is also close, his thighs trembling behind you, the view of your ass vibrating off him only driving his orgasm forward.

“shit, me too ma. you’re gonna make me cum so hard.”

“o-oh! yes, right there.” you lift your ass higher and receive a new wave of pleasure, your orgasm coming down with full force. “shiiiiit, i’m cumming. oh, fuck me.”

you whole body trembles as you hit your peak, pussy convulsing round chris’ dick, which in turn makes him orgasm. he groans, hips stuttering as he shoots his load into you, longer and harder than ever before.

he collapses against your back, breathing heavily as he pulls out of you, your breathing just as heavy as you turn underneath him, a hand coming up to brush the sweat from his forehead away.

“pretty good for a multiple night stand.” he jokes, fingers now soft as they run over your stomach.

you laugh. “glad to be at your service, sturniolo.”

and sure enough, the next week you’re in his bed, the music from the frat party below echoing through your bones. chris wouldn’t change the situation between the two of you for the fucking world.

[dixons-sunshine]

A High Mind Speaks A Sober Heart | Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: After narrowly escaping the Russians, you and your friends were forced to hide in a movie theater. However, what you didn’t expect was for Steve, in his current state, to admit something that could make or break your friendship—or maybe relationship?

Genre: Fluff, I think? Maybe? Perhaps a bit of angst?

Warnings: Talks of being drugged, being high, mentions of being beat up, blood.

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: So I was listening to “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?” by the Arctic Monkeys and suddenly I thought of this. I hope you all like this!

The sound of the film playing on the big screen of the movie theater reverberated in your eardrums. You had to resist the urge to slip from the room just to have a moment of silence, reminding yourself that the Russian guards could be hot on your tail. In fact, they probably were, and if they were to enter the cinema, they would instantly spot all of you. Two children and three teenagers, two of which wore vibrant coloured sailor’s uniforms and one whose face was all bloody and bruised?

Yeah, it was safe to assume that the five of you stuck out like sore thumbs.

You cursed under your breath when you nearly tripped down the stairs in your haste to usher your two companions—who were high out of their minds—to two of the three open seats at the end of one of the rows. You attempted to block out their whines and complaints as they rambled on about the seats being terrible, trying not to roll your eyes and remind them that there were much more important things to worry about.

They did not know any better at that moment. The Russians had drugged them. The sober Steve and Robin would never act like this when danger was afoot.

You zoned back into the conversation when you heard Dustin speak up. “Whatever you do; don’t go anywhere,” your younger friend instructed both Steve and Robin.

“Fine, dad,” Steve replied sarcastically, withholding his own chuckles when he successfully elicited a laugh from Robin. “He’s being such a dad. Right, Y/N?”

You simply shook your head when he addressed you. You tried not to let butterflies erupt in your stomach when his beautiful amber-like eyes locked on your own, clearly searching for your approval at his joke. “Let’s go, you two,” you quietly addressed Dustin and Erica, motioning for them to head for the three other empty seats at the end of the aisle.

To your great relief, both of them complied with your suggestion. The two of them brushed past you and made their way through the aisle, mumbling halfhearted apologies to the people they disturbed along the way. You moved to follow them, but you were stopped by something grabbing a hold of your hand. Or rather, someone.

“Where are you going?” Steve asked rather loudly, eliciting a rude “shhh!” from the man seated behind them, but he paid him no mind. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not going far,” you reassured him in a soft whisper, leaning down to be heard over the boom of the soundtrack in the movie. You motioned over to where Dustin and Erica were seated. “I’m just going over there.”

“Why? There’s a seat right here,” Steve countered, pouting as he motioned to the seat right next to him. “Sit with us.”

Despite your best efforts, you could feel your resolve slipping. Steve’s puppy dog eyes, along with the most adorable pout on his face, made you want to give in and spend the whole night with him on those chairs. However, you knew you couldn’t. Danger lurked around the corner. You needed to keep a level head. You could not let your feelings for the Harrington boy cloud your judgement.

“I can’t, Steve,” you declined, gently removing your hand from his grip and placing it back in his lap. “You enjoy the movie, okay? I’ll see you in a bit.”

You began moving away, but before you could, you felt Steve grab your hand again. However, instead of simply stopping you from moving, he tugged you back and onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you to stop you from moving away from him again.

“Steve, what are you—”

“Can’t leave me if I don’t let you,” he mumbled, resting his chin on your shoulder. The popcorn that he had in his hands had haphazardly been chucked into Robin’s lap in favour of holding you.

You realized that, to the untrained eye, you and Steve looked like a couple. Your heart began galloping in your chest at that realization. And it only sped up when you realized that you were actually in Steve Harrington’s arms at the moment. The thing you had fantasized about since the two of you began spending more time together—thanks to Dustin for dragging you both to help him fight his interdimensional lizard pet—was now becoming a reality, and you were not prepared for it at all. Besides, Steve was high. He might not even have meant to do it in the first place.

But the saying went “a drunk mind speaks a sober heart”. Well, in this case, it was a high mind, and if it was true, this could only mean one thing: Steve liked you back. It had to mean that, right?

“Hey, Dingus,” Robin whisper yelled, grabbing both your and Steve’s attention. “Do it.”

“Robin,” Steve hissed, sending her a glare—or, well, an attempt at one, “don’t. You promised you wouldn’t say anythin’.”

“Wouldn’t say what?” You did not know why you were even asking. There were more pressing matters at hand than whatever the two coworkers were about to bicker about. However, curiosity killed the cat, and this particular cat was super curious.

“I “promised”,” she began, using air quotes when she said ‘promise’, “that I wouldn’t tell you about his little huge crush on you.”

“Robin!” Steve gasped, although it was cut off by a laugh. “You broke your promise!”

“So?” Robin laughed as if what was happening was the funniest thing ever. “You weren’t gonna tell her. Someone had to.”

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. “You like me?”

Steve groaned and leaned his head back against the seat. “Yeah. I do.” He raised his head to look at you again. “I like you so much. Like, this much.” He removed his arms from around you to stretch it as wide as he could make it go. “Even more than that.”

You could not help the small laugh that escaped your chest at Steve’s rather child-like assessment. However, when you looked over to the side, you could see Dustin furiously beckon you over, making you snap back to reality. You scrambled off of Steve’s lap, apologizing to the man behind Steve and Robin when he quietly exclaimed at yet another interruption.

“Wait. I’m sorry if I scared you,” Steve hurriedly spoke up, his eyebrows furrowing together in a frown. “Please don’t go.”

Your heart broke at the sad look he gave you, but you knew you had to focus. There would be time to address all these things when your lives weren’t in danger. You would talk to Steve when he was not high out of his mind, either.

“I’m so sorry, Stevie,” you apologized sincerely. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

You did not wait for his reply. You took off towards Dustin and Erica, forcing any thoughts that weren’t strictly about surviving the night to the back of your mind. However, you still heard Steve whisper to Robin.

“See? That’s why I didn’t wanna tell her. Now she hates me.”

Oh, if only he knew how wrong he was. Now you had another reason to want to escape the Russians. You needed to give Steve a kiss and tell him exactly how much you didn’t hate him. Quite the opposite, in fact.

[burningembers91]

The Gangster's Wife - Hwang Jun-Ho x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up piece to:

Sleeping With the Enemy

Please note that this storyline will deal with situations depicting domestic violence.

Synopsis: As your relationship with Hwang Jun-Ho deepens, your husband becomes suspicious

It was getting late, the sun beginning to set in a blaze of colour that stained the sky red. You shouldn’t be here, you should be at home, playing the ever-doting wife, waiting for her husband to return. But you couldn’t bring yourself to leave, couldn’t seemed to tear yourself away from the man nestled between your thighs. Hwang Jun-Ho traced the most exquisite circles over your clit with his tongue, his fingers softly stroking your sensitive core. Your fingers entwined in his hair, holding him in place as you arched your hips further into his touch; you couldn’t leave yet. Every day you spent with him, you found it harder to leave, found it harder to return to a man who didn’t love you like Jun-Ho did. Your ragged, shaking moans intensified, culminating in a sound that would bring a God to his knees as you came.

His lips trailed their way up your body, his tongue tracing a line from your breasts to your collarbone. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he pulled you close, taking in every inch of your perfect features. “We need to get you home,” he whispered, peppering a line of kisses along your jaw. He didn’t want you to go, he couldn’t keep you safe when you were at home. He spent every moment apart from you worrying for your safety. He wished he could take you somewhere far from the city, somewhere where no one could hurt you. “Five more minutes,” you begged, “please. I need you one more time.” Jun-Ho could never resist you, could never deny you anything. He made love to you again, his lips swallowing your moans as your trembled against him.

He dropped you back at your designated meet up spot, leaving you to take a taxi home. You would pretend you’d been out all day shopping, your arms ladened down with bags of designer clothes and accessories. “Until next time,” you smiled sadly. You never quite knew when you’d see him again, your meets up depending entirely on your husband’s schedule. He’d been spending more time at home lately, hosting more meetings in his office. You’d grown worried that he perhaps suspected something, that he was keeping a closer eye on your because he knew you were up to something. You knew you should care about getting caught; your husband was a dangerous man who wouldn’t hesitate to inflict on you a punishment far worse than death if he found out you were cheating, but you were powerless to resist the detective who’d been assigned to your case. You never imagined that by going to the police for help, you’d have fallen so maddeningly in love with the man tasked with bringing down your husband.

The taxi ride home felt like an age, your mind whirring with thoughts of Jun-Ho. You longed for the day when you didn’t have to sneak around, when you didn’t need to be apart. You’d spent so long being mistreated by your husband, and Jun-Ho had showed you love that you never knew was possible. What you had with him, that was real love. What you had with your husband was built on a foundation of fear and intimidation. You’d spent too many years cowering in his shadow, locked in a vicious cycle of beatings, apologies, expensive gifts and then more beatings. You knew you were doomed to repeat this nightmare until you died of old age, or he killed you. That was why you went to the police for help, not because of the harm he was doing to the others, but because you were scared of dying. Of course, you hated the way he prayed on innocent victims, the way he took whatever he wanted regardless of the pain he inflicted. But you were terrified of having your life cut short. Of having it ended by someone who was supposed to love and protect you. That was no life for anyone. Now that you’d experienced what real love was supposed to feel like, you were more determined than ever to get out.

You arrived home, dropping your bags in the hallway before padding through to the kitchen for a glass of wine. You didn’t notice your husband, not until you’d taken a large sip of Sauvignon Blanc. He was sitting at the kitchen island, silent and unmoving. “Where have you been?” He asked quietly. He had such a presence about him, such an ominous aura and you could feel your hands start to shake. “I was shopping,” you lied, not daring to meet his eyes.

Pushing himself off his stool, he casually walked over to you. The tension is in the air was palpable, the fear rising through you like a wildfire. “Why is your lipstick smudged?” he asked, running his thumb roughly over your lips, smearing the berry-red colour down your chin. “I had a burger for lunch. Must have smudged while I was eating.” You closed your eyes against the fear, hoping that if you kept them closed long enough, he’d just leave you alone. Instead, he pushed himself into you, enjoying the terrifying hold he had over you. “I can smell his cheap cologne,” your husband growled, backing you into the fridge with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs. He didn’t say another word, leaving you to tremble in the kitchen like a scared little mouse. He’d come back later, when the fear had really set in. He’d show you what happened when you disrespected him.

You stood on the cold tiled floor, clutching the countertop for support. Your head span, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Grabbing your phone, you sent two words to Jun-Ho. Two simple words that made every ounce of colour drain from his face. He knows.

[emmyc0z]

hi! Could you possibly write about nam gyu or thanos (or both idc) x reader and they try ac!d for the first time together and reader like is so mesmerized??? Also you write so good

ac!d trip

pairing : thanos! x reader x namgyu!

cw : drugs !

a/n : disclaimer i’ve never done ac!d, obviously, so this could be completely inaccurate oops!

*divider by @toastray

you’d all be sitting on the living room floor of your shared apartment. thanos leaned against the arm chair by the side of the coffee table, while you and namgyu sit side by side against the couch.

the tv would be on playing some show that all three of you are mindlessly watching, until the clearing of thanos throat would drag the attention of both you and namgyu to him.

and thanos would pull a bag, in which is what you think is just a piece of paper covered in little squares, of his jacket pocket with a grin and wiggly eyebrows saying something like, “look what i scored last night.”

obviously you’re hesitant because it’s not like you’re a heavy drug user, and on top of that thanos explains that it would also be his and namgyu’s first time trying it. he means for it to comfort you and settle your nerves but it only heightens them because what haven’t these two done honestly.

thanos and namgyu would both place one on their own tongues with little to no resistance. but you’d be hesitant to do the same.

“here, stick your tongue out.” namgyu’s soft voice would ring out from beside you, turning your head to where he has a tab sticking to his finger. his other hand moving to hold your chin steady. and you do as he commands, tongue sticking out with still present hesitancy. and in return he places the tab against your tongue, smiling down at you.

as the next hour passes you all get increasingly silent as the high takes effect. there’s music playing now, comfortably filling the silence, and you swear you can feel every vibration down in your veins. but it doesn’t feel scary like you thought, it just tickles.

namgyu’s head is in your lap, eyes closed and you can only stare at him. at his high cheekbones, at the slight flush in his skin. at the single piece of hair that sticks to his forehead. it would bother you more than him and you’d feel the compulsion to move it, goosebumps raising on his skin as your fingers brush against his face.

he would probably hold your hand over his chest, fingers tracing over your skin and sending tingles from your finger tips all the way up to your shoulder.

thanos just feels funny. like, not necessarily high, but he knows he wants to move. but his jealously is getting the best of him so he’d probably push his way onto your legs, both men’s heads sharing the space on your thighs.

this would be the only time namgyu’s eyes would open for the next 2 hours, irritated by the intrusion before finally getting comfortable again.

you can only imagine your pupils are blown, the same way that thanos are as they stare up at you. his purple hair looks so pretty, has it always been this bright of a colour? you thought it was due for a re-dye just yesterday. you can’t remember. it feels like your brain has taken a picture and turned the saturation up to 100%

thanos fingers would tap against his chest to the soft beat of the music, head continuously moving around despite the grumbles that leave namgyu’s lips. but you can feel the way his fingers are doing the same thing on your hand now, unintentionally following the beat.

it’s actually a miracle your not going into sensory overload with the way you can feel every tap, even the ones thanos is doing on his own body, and the way that the two unconsciously never stop moving around you.

the three of you would sit there for hours, unmoving, even when the playlist begins to play from the beginning again.

and they’d offer it again the next night, desperate to chase the high. or more like, desperate for an excuse to sit close to you for hours at a time, with being high as an added bonus.

[nochedie]

saying it out loud | dean winchester ❤️‍🩹

pairing: dean winchester x reader

genre: i don’t actually know? kinda fluffy but also a little angsty

wordcount: 716

summary: and i would say i love you but saying it out loud is hard.

a/n: listening to futile devices on repeat atm so this happened organically. anyways! it’s been a while hehe 😗 it felt good to write again honestly! hopefully i can get some more stuff out soon, a lot is happening in my life so i haven’t had a lot of time! i have a week off end of the month so i’m sure you’ll be hearing lots from me then 🫶🏼

of course he loved you.

he knew that. so did sam. seemed like you were the only person who didn’t know.

at first it was just a little flutter in his stomach everytime he saw you, everytime you were close. he tried to brush it off, pretend like it wasn’t happening.

but every single day with you, he loved you that little bit more.

the most mundane things suddenly became fascinating to him. little quirks, unique only to you, he noticed, no matter how small.

he was comfortable, being with you. being around you.

he didn’t think, not for a second, that you felt the same way about him. he saw himself as unlovable, saw only bad where you saw only good.

he didn’t mind the yearning. you were right there. safe, with him. that’s all he could hope for, and it was the best he thought he could hope of getting.

you’d just finished up on a case and were back at the bunker. you spent a lot of your time in dean’s room, despite having your own. you didn’t even really have to talk, just being there was enough. his arm touching yours, feeling his body heat, it was enough.

after a long while, you finally broke the comfortable silence. “what’s dinner?”

“i could fix us some burgers.” dean offered, turning his head to cast his gaze over to you.

“can’t refuse one of your burgers.” you got off the bed with a smile, holding out your hand to pull him up. he couldn’t help the fluttering in his stomach at the physical contact, no matter how small. if you’d looked at him just a moment earlier, you would have caught the way his cheeks flushed.

he followed you into the kitchen, hands itching to reach out and touch you again. but he resisted, told himself it wasn’t what you wanted.

you stayed in the kitchen as he cooked, watching him meticulously. if he wasn’t so distracted making sure your burger was perfectly cooked, he would’ve noticed the way you were looking at him.

a couple weeks later, you and dean were on a hunt together, vamp nest just out of wichita. night came and it was pouring out, so dean had parked up the impala in a parking lot to some superstore until it eased off.

you looked over to him in the drivers seat, the smallest smile playing on your lips. you took in every little thing about him. his long eyelashes that you could see from the side, the way his fingers tapped against the steering wheel of the impala even though you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon. streetlights shone a bit of light into the car, casting shadows, and the reflection of the raindrops against the windshield played across his face.

that’s when you knew. you loved him.

dean continued just as he was, while you found yourself unable to think about anything other than him. other than telling him how you felt.

you tried a few times, the words always dying on your tongue.

“dean… can we talk?” your voice dragged him out of his thoughts, and he looked over to where you sat at the table in the motel room you were staying in.

“course. what’s going on?” dean closed his laptop, putting it beside him on the bed before walking over to the table, taking a seat beside you.

your eyes locked on his, those pretty eyes you loved so much. it was at that moment you realised why you loved the colour green so much.

his eyes searched yours in the silence, nerves overwhelming him after a few more moments. whatever it was, it was something you were struggling to say. he couldn’t help but consider the possibility. the possibility that after all this time, you felt the same.

“um. i found something, for the case.” you changed the subject, mentally cursing yourself. you just couldn’t bring yourself to speak the words out loud.

dean’s expression faltered a bit, and he tried to mask his disappointment. “that’s it? that’s what you wanted to tell me?”

you offered a smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. you paused for what felt like a decade, finally finding the words.

“no… but i’ll tell you soon. i promise.”

comments, feedback etc always appreciated! thank you for reading!

[writerquil]

Hi, can I request a one-shot of Jax with a ballerina! reader? 👀, it can be romantic or platonic (she/her pronouns)

Jax x Ballerina Reader (FEM READER)

You'd tried your very hardest to avoid Jax ever since you'd first met him. And it wasn't just because of Ragatha's firm suggestions, it was also because the first time you'd interacted with him he'd smashed your porcelain arm and played it off as an accident.

Caine luckily could fix your arm with just a snap of his fingers but it offended you nevertheless and you'd made a point to stay away from him ever since.

Unfortunately for you, it just intrigued Jax further and egged him on.

He didn't directly approach you anymore and let you distance yourself but conducted mischievous pranks on you from afar instead.

It began with him laying a rat beneath your sheets, so when you uncovered it during night, it left you shrieking and hobbling away from your bed, drawing the attention of many other characters.

You slammed backwards onto the floor, holding out your fragile palms to steady yourself. Luckily nothing on your body had seemingly broke or cracked, but you barely acknowledged it as you jerked your head around the room in an attempt to watch the rat flee.

To your annoyance, the rat had scampered away just as they all peeked in.

Jax, who had joined the gawking characters at the entrance, cocked his head and grinned directly at you, eyeing your fallen position on the floor.

"Wow, rather ungraceful for a ballerina." He quipped smugly.

You glared right back, connecting the dots immediately.

You attempted to explain to the others that he'd planted a rat in your quarters but as Ragatha searched your room alongside you, in search of the pest, she discovered nothing.

"Maybe you just imagined it?" Ragatha guessed.

"You don't believe Jax would do such a thing?" You sighed back, smoothening down your leotard and grimacing.

"Well... he definitely would." Ragatha admitted. "I'm just surprised he's done it to you of all people."

"Why wouldn't he do it to me?" You asked in annoyance, placing your hands on your hips. "He's a prick."

Ragatha shrugged, giving you a slight smile.

"He just hasn't really insulted you much, not even behind your back."

You frowned; but shook it off.

Insults weren't needed when you tormented people instead... as annoying as it was, that was probably Jax's logic.

All you could really do now was prepare yourself for the second prank.

But this one was different.

You strolled through the circus, eyeing the combustion and flurries of colours with wary eyes. It was always overly colourful but these walks tended to help you clear your head and escape from Caine's wretched adventures so you took them anyway.

But of course, all things must come to an end and you reached the edge of the tent pretty quickly. You were preparing to swing back around again when suddenly voices rang out distantly from behind a green block.

You frowned. Who else could possibly be these deep into the tent as you were?

"...Somebody has to tell Caine to stop using Gloinks..." Ragatha grumbled.

"Doubt he will, he loves them." Zooble deadpanned. "Do you think that the newcomer will get swept away by them like me someday? She's really breakable."

You pressed up against the block, resisting the urge to peek.

"Hmm... maybe you guys will go back down to the queens nest together then, killing two birds with one stone." Jax said pleasantly.

Zooble audibly scoffed.

"Whatever. You'd come down to save her anyway. Your stupid little soft spot for her is so obvious!"

Jax's snarky protests were drowned out by Ragatha's giggles and eventually their footsteps echoed away until their voices finally faded completely.

You tried not to feel too special but it was a little difficult to drop the possibility of Jax even caring slightly for you and as you walked back to your quarters, narrowly avoiding gloinks, you could barely suppress the urge to beam or smirk triumphantly.

As you nudged your quarters door open suddenly you heard metal clink from above you and you glanced up to see a can of yellow paint, tipping straight over you.

You tried to avoid it but you were practically a deer caught in headlights at this point and it washed over you, leaving you to spit out paint.

Footsteps breezed by you accompanied by cheerful whistling, no doubt Jax.

But this time, you didn't feel as angry as you were before.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Nini nini hate fuck with either blade or dan heng pls I beg 🥺💝

I finished this some days ago and it got deleted- also it’s unnecessarily long, and I’m not sure if it’s good… hope you like it anyway 😭😭

Dom!reader x sub!blade (reader is gender neutral)

Warning: pegging (can be read as a dick), chocking, slapping (once), degrading, rough sex, blood (hand injury)

Riiiip

The sound of bandage being ripped.

Blade wrapped his hand with the white cloth, biting one end to tied the other end around it. Slowly the pure colour got tainted with his blood, a crimson colour spreading and seeking though the fabric. He sighed, staring at his own hand with a distaste on his tongue, before glancing at the door. Heavy footsteps could be made out from the other side. Loud and hectic, stomping even. You must have noticed his arrival.

It was just as he predicted. Moments after he finished treating his injury the door got slammed open, a loud bang as the door hit the wall. Your figure stood in the frame, stopping, not entering his chamber. Instead you glared at him and scanned the situation. He instantly noticed how your gaze lingered around his injured hand, and how you were frowning. The man chose to not elaborate, hence you two were holding a starring contest. After a while you closed the door behind you and walked over to him, grabbing his wrist and yelled, “now do you care to explain?”

He knew exactly why you were so angry, but that doesn’t mean he understood it. Not giving him any time to explain himself, something he wouldn’t have done anyway, you continued your nagging, “why do you have to keep going on dangerous missions alone? I can’t reach you at all! It’s not like you use your phone after all.” You stopped for a second, still holding his wrist while he avoided your gaze, gritting your teeth in anger. With an impatient tone you said, “I’m waiting for an answer.”

If it were up to blade, then you could wait until the sun sets. He wasn’t a man of many words, and he didn’t believe he had to tell you everything. That was if it was up to him, because he knew it would get worse if he doesn’t say anything. With his usual deep voice, he uttered, “I wanted to practice.” This was the best excuse he could think of, practicing his sword. It was reasonable, no? “Practice? It’s more like you wanted to get hurt.” “Not get hurt, I wanted to..” he didn’t really want to say ‘die’ in this context, and you didn’t pursue it any further neither. You sighed at him, followed by a rough push from your hands. The male fell backwards, now laying on his back, stabilising himself with his hands.

“Lay down.” You ordered, and yanked the arm with the injured hand away, you didn’t want him to keep using that hand so much. The spot where his hand was has been tainted red. He glanced at you hesitatingly, his dark blue bangs almost covered his entire face. Soon he obeyed your command and laid on his back, you were still raising his arm up into the air. “Keep it raised.” Once again, you gave him another cold order. How did it escalate to this? He was pretty sure he knew what you were going to do, yet he didn’t mind. Just then his speculations were correct, and you pulled his pants down.

He smirked, it was a mocking one, as if he was laughing at you. At this sudden unexpected change in atmosphere. After a bit he asked with a challenging tone, “did the sight of me hurt turn you on?” You knew he was playing now, so why not join in? “Have you finally decided to speak, now that I’m in your pants?” Your hands grabbed his knees, raising them to his chest and folding him apart. It wasn’t about doing him a favour, so you just proceeded to manhandle him, making him spread his legs for you. “So eager, aren’t you? Give me a break.” Blade said, but he allowed you to do whatever you wanted without resisting. Without giving him any glances, you replied “Same goes to you.”

Even though you two shared such a foul mouthed conversation, the advances you did on him continued. Then you stood up, walked around the room for a bit and came back with a bottle of lube. The blue haired man looked at you awkwardly and waited, feeling a little stupid at the situation in front of him. As soon as you came back, you started working on his abdomen. Opening the bottle, squeezing some of the lube onto his half erect shaft. The cold liquid made him flinch slightly, and he frowned as he watched you keep coating him with that slippery fluid. It flowed all the way down to his hole, and his rim clenched. What a roundabout way to prepare him, he thought you were being unnecessarily childish.

With one of your fingers, you sloppily spread the contents of the bottle around his lower body. Somehow the mood was getting heavier with every second and he didn’t know what to say, until your little comments returned. “Getting exited, little pervert?” You also coated your own dick with the lube, before lining it up with his entrance. “So much that you stopped talking, cat got your tongue?” He wasn’t going to let you go away with that, or at least that’s what he planned. Instead of coming up with a snarky remark he had to bite his lip to stop a moan erupting from his throat.

“Gu-Mhn..! You- fuck..” his eyes widened a little, and he was furrowing his brows even more than before. You sticked it in without some proper preparation, and it caught him off guard. Since you used a lot of lube, the tip still slipped in, but the rest was starting to get difficult. He wanted to curse at you, yet the words didn’t come out, so he just hold it and glared at you. If you didn’t know him you’d think he wants you dead, even so you weren’t pleased by that, so you chuckled, “not with those eyes, bladie. I’m sure your hole can take it, after I fucked it so good last time.” “Shut up- ugHh..! You.. shit.” Suddenly his hand reached out to you. You didn’t know what he was trying to do, which is why you grabbed his arm and kept it in place. His hand was now in the air, some blood drops were dripping onto his belly.

“Keep your pawns to yourself.” You had such an annoying smile while you said that, especially so while you pushed the rest of your length in. “UHh..! Mhm-nGghH..” the male was still trying his best to keep quiet, making some grunts and groans on the way. Fuck, if this was under normal circumstances you wouldn’t be able to keep his hand still like this, he was sure he was stronger. Though this wasn’t a normal situation, with you inside him, spreading him open with your cock. It was strange but he felt a little vulnerable, and so hot.

Sweat was forming on his skin, face turning redder by the second. It must be because he just came back from a mission, he is tired, thats why he is feeling all this heat. He blinked, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling, noticing his heart rate going up and body twitch each time you touch him. When he opened his eyes again you were inches away from his face, startling him a little. With a gentle whisper, unlike your tone before, you mumbled into his ear, “you want to get hurt? I’ll make it hurt.”

The face of the male was crimson red now, matching the colour of his hand. He took a tad longer to process the information, and you didn’t give him that moment. You started moving without giving him a warning, hips snapping against his at an already rough pace. “Ugh-uUugGh..!! Wa-waAaaiit.., oh- fuck, fuck. It mhm.. hurts.” Blade clenched his fists, more red coated his tummy. You slowed down a little, intertwining your fingers with his injured hand, not minding the blood sticking to your palms. Then you resumed to your previous movements, pounding into him like there’s so tomorrow.

The switched between your gentleness and relentless actions made his head spin. He really tried to keep the noise down but to no avail. Without him noticing you went down again to whisper more dirty things into his brain, like calling him degrading names. Blade wrapped his other hand over your neck, gasping and whining as you kept going, whispering as a begging voice, “please.. ah, haah..” “does it hurt?” He answered without thinking, “a-a bit.., uhhh..” to which you asked again, “do you hate it?”

Both of you knew what he would answer, and he didn’t want to cover up the truth as he uttered the words, “no, I love it.” That’s when the insulting really hit off, now that you were sure he enjoyed it too. “You really only go into fights because you’re a fucking masochist, aren’t you?” He shook his head, suddenly so expressive unlike before. “You sure you aren’t actually a male prostitute? Hmm blade? You fucking whore.” Even though you were calling him such hurtful name with such fever, he only felt hotter. The trust and the feeling of your dick rubbing against his walls was unreal, like a dream. And he wasn’t sure if it was a nightmare or not.

“Don’t you fucking dare leave like that again.” You said, panting a little too since you were still rutting into him like a damn animal. Despite all those hateful words, there was no way you actually hated him. You were angry because you cared, that’s all. And he knew it as well. Now your own hand looked like a grotesque mess, mixed with his and stuck to the bandages. He also didn’t feel pain anymore, or rather, it was because the pleasure was too overwhelming. It was all too much, from the way it rubbed against his deepest parts, to the fast pace you set. This felt so good he could cry.

When he still didn’t nod to your demand, you stopped holding his hand, they both instead reached out to his neck. The pale skin was now tainted red on one side. You squeezed down onto his trachea, watching his mouth hung open. “Did you understand me, blade?” He chocked, hand meekly reaching out to yours out of reflex. But he didn’t use any strength to keep you from suffocating him, only staring at you through his clouded vision. You thought you saw the corners of his mouth going upwards into a smile, and you watched his face get even redder. After a while you stopped, he immediately inhaled and panted. A bodily reaction, nothing he could control.

“I still haven’t gotten my answer.” You reminded him and started fucking into him again, at a slower pace. He trembled, his hole clenching around you even more now that you were moving so gently. It was way too late for that, after you’ve been so rough with him, no? Because now it’s not enough for him anymore, he needed you harder and deeper. Out of nowhere he felt a harsh slap on his cheek, causing him to shake. “Ah..” the male whimpered, eyes gazing up at you. You looked at him like he was vermin, akin to one would look at an insect. This alone caused a shiver to run down his spine and an uncomfortable twitch at his lower body.

He knew you wanted him to agree, but he didn’t want to, he wished to keep fulfil those missions on his own. This wasn’t something you could change, and he wasn’t willing to lie to you. Instead of answering your question, he grabbed your hand with his, and begged prettily. In a submissive tone, with a sweet pleading voice he said, “please, it’s not enough… I want you so deep inside me.” You noticed him spread his legs wider for you, and his injured hand being thrown over his mouth. Then he licked some of his own blood off.

You knew he won’t listen to you, after so many tries you knew. So instead of trying any longer, maybe you should go along with his request? Even if it leaves a bad taste on your tongue…

[bwoahtastic]

OK the nipple piercing Drabble was incredible but BUT maybe a Charles clit piercing Drabble if you feel up to it? I must admit I have a thing for them and there’s not nearly enough of it in the f1 fandom.

Okay so I got carried away enjoy lol (nsfw, mentions of piercings, bad piercing practise probably in the name of horniness, chussy<3)

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The idea started one night when Max was eating Charles out. The Monegasque was sprawled against the colourful array of pillows he had collected in their home, legs spread wide as Max ducked down, licking a wet stripe through his folds and focusing on the little bud of his clit. His tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves, making Charles moan loudly, back arching off the bed.

"Max... putain, your piercing-" Charles gasped, fingers tangling in Max's hair. Max grinned up at him, the metal of his tongue piercing catching the light for a moment.

"What about my piercing?" He teased, leaning in to drag his tongue over Charles's clit again, making sure his piercing dragged over it to make Charles shudder.

"The metal feels so good against my clit..." Charles moaned, hips pushing up, seeking more friction. Max hummed, pulling away and chuckling at the whine Charles let out.

"You could have that permanently you know." Max whispered, kissing his way up Charles's body, focusing on the sparkly little bars pierced through Charles's nipples. He was so sensitive there now, arching up when Max as much as breathed against them.

"W-what?" Charles mumbled, clearly distracted as he sought out Max's lips with his own, moaning as Max easily licked into his mouth.

"A cute little bar here-" Max said, fingers finding Charles's clit and gently squeezing, "-And you will be feeling like that all the time." He whispered. Charles looked up at him through lidded eyes.

"Will you set it for me?" He whispered, voice raw. He seemed a little shy, cheeks flushing a light pink as he rocked against Max's hand. Max smiled.

"Of course baby. Wouldn't let any other piercer touch your pretty pussy." He answered. Charles wrinkled up his brows.

"I... I will think about it." He hummed. "Maybe... maybe convince me some more with that tongue of yours..." a slight smile started to play on his lips. Max chuckled, but dutifully kissed his way down Charles's body again.

"Don't worry, I'll convince you plenty."

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

"You still sure, Charles?" Max asked softly, warm hands rubbing over Charles's bare thighs as the other man squirmed on the piercing chair. Charles nodded, but he was a little pale, nervously tugging on the hem of his sweater, pulling it down so it hid the blush pink panties he was wearing.

"We don't have to do this." Max reassured him, straddling Charles's legs so Charles had no option but to look him in the eye. Charles nervously nibbled his lip.

"I want to do it. I really do." He said decisively. "But it's also... scary." He puffed out a breath, letting his forehead fall to Max's shoulder and wrapping his arms around Max's broad torso.

"I'll go slow, yeah? Tell you what is happening." Max promised, pressing a kiss to Charles's nose. "If it's any consolation, Oscar was so nervous when I gave him his... intimate piercing that it took 5 hours before he was finally ready." Charles chuckled a little at that, but then nodded, nudging Max off his lap and wiggling out of his panties, while Max quickly got his tray and some gloves.

"You're wet, baby." Max gave Charles a lopsided grin as Charles parted his legs for him.

"Told you I really wanted this." Charles whispered, cheeks rosy as Max leaned in, surprising Charles by pressing a surprisingly tender kiss over his clit.

"There, all ready." Max murmured, not resisting the urge to let his tongue slowly brush against the bundle of nerves. "Still set on the vertical one?" He asked as he pulled away, getting the clamps and needle. Charles nodded, hands curled into fists around the hem of his hoodie.

Max counted him down again, so proud when Charles seemed calm this time, only letting out a soft sound at the press of the needle but not even flinching. Max swiftly exchanged the needle for the jewellery Charlws had custom ordered, a little bar with blue gems at either hand. The colour of Max's eyes, Charles had said.

"Look how pretty you are, baby." Max whispered, hands on Charles thighs, keeping his legs spread open. "Fuck, you are gonna be so sensitive now." He added. Charles shuddered.

"It feels so good already." He moaned softly.

A soft knock interrupted them, Max turning to tell whoever it was to fuck off but Charles was quicker.

"Oscar! Come see my clit." He yelled out excitedly as Oscar opened the door slowly.

"It's uhm... very pretty." Oscar blinked in surprise. Max rolled his eyes.

"Charles you can't just show everyone your clit now." He sighed. Charles huffed.

"My clit, my decision. Besides, Oscar is a friend." He beamed. Oscar smiled.

"Yeah Charlie." He seemed genuinely a little touched thst Charles had called him that. "Friends. And you look pretty." He added, less awkward already. Charles grinned.

"So I can see your piercing too-" he started, but Max clamped a hand over his mouth.

"We'll be downstairs soon. Did Lando get the takeaway?" He asked. Oscar chuckled.

"Yeah, came to warn you before he eats all the spring rolls." He hummed. Charles gasped scandalously.

"Not again! He promised those were my reward for getting my pussy bedazzled!" He huffed, pulling his panties back up. Max tiredly shared a look with Oscar, but Oscar was of no help.

"That's what I heard, too." He chuckled. "Special treat for such a momentous moment." He added cheekily as Charles got up, taking one step before shuddering. Both Oscar and Max turned to him worriedly. Charles blushed a little.

"Just eh... the feeling of the piercing reminds me of Max eating me out." He said sheepishly. Oscar blinked.

"That's eh... good." He muttered a bit. Max gave him a shit-eating grin and a wink.

"Oh yeah, very good."

[msfantasy]

Sometimes Even Losers Win

Golbin x Reader

Summary: Visiting your best friend, Cherry, who recently moved to a small monster town. Together you visit the local tavern where you meet the flirtiest Goblin.

A/n: I literally researched flirty one liners… unfortunately I do not have rizz irl to come up with this.

“—You’re gonna love this local Tavern darlin!” Cherry says with her strong southern drawl. You can’t help but smile back at your giddy best friend who almost can’t help but buzz with energy as you approach the establishment. “Gosh— I really hope he’s here tonight!” Cherry says, pulling out a hand mirror, patting down her blonde hair fly-aways and whipping away the red lipstick that bled ever so slightly over her lip line.

“Someone new caught your eye Cherry?” You tease, bumping your shoulder into hers, she bashfully looks up to you with her thick set of lashes. “Well… yes… and—“

“Here we go.” You mumble, rolling your eyes before Cherry even has a chance to ask you for a favour.

“Don’t go rolling your eyes before-“ Cherry clicks her tongue in annoyance. “Fine! I have a little ulterior motive bringing you here…” You huff a breath through your nostrils, slightly annoyed you were invited and traveled all this way just to play wingwoman— just like you did for Cherry back in the city.

“Hurry up and tell me what it is you want.”

“So there’s this big Orc I’ve had my eye on for some time — you know how I feel about big monsters like orcs with their huge arms and their huge—“

“Cherry!”

“Right! Alright!” Cherry composes herself again. “Well, I’m havin a hard time getting acquainted because of this pesky little goblin buzzin’ around us— every time I get close, Ska comes pushing himself between us!” Cherry huffs, angry red splotches colouring her cheeks. “Well— I was hoping with your womanly wiles, I could finally get some alone time?” Cherry’s voice goes high at the end, trying to soften the request with her honey soaked vocals.

“Fine.” You agree, Cherry claps her hands with excitement at you submission, her hand reaching out for the door to swing open.

Your hit with the wafting air of home made food mixed with sticky ale.

Stepping through the door Cherry follows in right behind you.

“Hi Miss Cherry!” A wolf hybrid says excitedly, your friend wiggling her fingers back in greeting.

“Good evening Cherry.” A vampire nods towards your friend who smiles deviously back.

“Hello Cherry.” A succubus greets with a flirty wink.

You begin to side eye your best friend.

“So… you’ve been busy I see.” You smirk at Cherry’s attempt to feign ignorance. But she was quickly distracted by a huge orc sitting along with a… surprisingly handsome goblin.

“Oh— Oran! Fancy seeing you here!” She says, racing over the the two monsters sharing a booth. “Mind if we join?” She asks, not waiting for a reply as she seats herself next to the big orc.

You feel a little embarrassed approaching the table as the Orc seemed less than impressed with Cherry’s sudden appearance.

You feel a little more embarrassed to be under the intense gaze from the goblin as you take a seat next to him.

“What’s a fine thing like you doin’ in a place that lets me in?” You return him a bashful smile at his compliments. Suddenly, his cocky smile, and his laid back-posture goes ridged. “You… uh, you’re smilin’ at me? Like—At me? That’s new. I like it.” He says, making your lips tug into a picture perfect smile. A giggle eliciting from your lips — eying the flirty goblin “You keep makin’ that face at me and I’m gonna start thinkin’ you like me or somethin’.”

“So what if I do?” You say back, biting your bottom lip, resisting the urge to giggle at Ska with that face he’s making.

“Okay, okay—jokes aside. If you’re playin’ with me, just… go easy, alright? My ego’s big but my heart’s not that tough.” His cocky facade faltering at your flirtation.

“My names, Y/n.” You say, holding out your hand in greeting. “I’m visiting my friend Cherry.” Your eyes lock onto Ska, his hand absentmindedly clutches at his chest, whilst the other makes its way to grasp your hand for a shake and right as he does, you lean in and kiss his cheek in greeting.

You don’t miss the sudden gasp escaping him as he accidentally takes in a deep breath of your alluring perfume.

“Uh- right… my names Ska, I’m a friend of Oran who your best friends obsessed with.” Ska blurts out making you laugh instantly.

“Ska!”Cherry reprimands, swinging her leg out under the table and kicking the goblin.

“Ouch! What?!” Ska shouts, looking over at Cherry who’s staring daggers- silently reprimanding him with her pinched brows. “I’m sorry! I’m used to swingin’ and missin’. But she seems to actually like it… and I’m not sure what to do with that other than say stupid stuff!”

Cherry heaves a huff, fishing around her hand bag, and flinging a note into your direction. “Here — Grab around for the table would ya darlin’ and go help her carry it back” Cherry says to Ska through thinned lips.

You slide out of the booth, walking towards the bar, making sure to swing your hips with a little more effort, feeling heavy eyes burning into your back. Surely enough, you look over your shoulder and see Ska eyeing you up and down, as if unsure where he’d rather look.

As soon as you reach the bar you make an order. “Four cups of spirits please.” You say, handing over the note to the hybrid on the other side of the bar. Right as Ska takes a seat on the stool next to you.

You look at Ska from the corner of your eye, enjoying how painfully obvious, Skas making his infatuation with you look. “Careful, love. Keep lookin’ at me like that and I might start thinkin’ I’m worth somethin’.” Ska flirts, and suddenly you’re feeling terrible for agreeing to this.

“Ska, I have something to admit.” You say, your flirty smile now gone, replaced with a serious look.

“Oh here we go—“ Ska begins, “Cherry asked you to flirt with me a bit so I wouldn’t get between her useless advances towards Oran right?” You blink, mouth slightly agape, at Skas accurate assumption.

“Yes — but!” You quickly interject. “You… well… you’re pretty… handsome… “ You say, eyes averting elsewhere. “and… I like how you…talk and…” Your cheeks begin to warm up, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed.

“Wow— you know, for such a beautiful woman, you’re surprisingly horrible at flirting.” Ska interjects with another playful smile. “Then again, you pretty ladies never had to put in much effort. Just batt your gorgeous eyes at us men and you’ll have us falling to our knees.” He says, leaning his cheek dreamily into his palm which rests on the bar top.

You mimic his posture. “Maybe… but i definitely put in more effort else where…” you say suggestively with a wink, just quite enough for his ears alone. “Want a demonstration?” Ska gulps at your airy words, his head tilting up to yours as you begin to lean down.

“Madam, your drinks.” The hybrid says monotonously shoving the cups in your direction and walking to the other end of the bar.

“Suppose we should take these to Oran and Cherry …” you say flatly. But Ska grabs your hand.

“Or we can sneak up to my room and I can demonstrate to you my efforts.”

[lisbeth-kk]

Easter Egg Prompts (2025)

I was planning to do these prompts from @helloliriels much earlier in the month, but better late than never. During the car ride home today, inspiration struck, and I will probably post one each day until next Sunday. We'll see how it goes.

Sherlock fandom. Established Johnlock. Parent!lock.

Jellybeans

John is in agony on the sofa. In Sherlock’s spot, but considering the state of John, Sherlock lets him. It’s actually quite thoughtful of him. After all, John has put himself in this situation. Sherlock did warn him. But alas, his husband’s stubborn nature won over reason, and here they are.

A groan from John makes Sherlock both smirk and wince in sympathy. Stomach-ache is a hassle no matter if it’s your own fault.

***

Two hours earlier, after their walk around Regent’s Park, Rosie had wanted to visit her Nana, who she knew had prepared a tiny egg hunt for her goddaughter. 

Upstairs, two unopened easter eggs were waiting for them. John’s egg was from Harry, Sherlock’s from Mycroft. It was no hardship to tell the eggs apart, of course. The one that looked like a replica of a Fabergé egg, filled with truffle chocolates of every flavour, was obviously Sherlock’s. The smaller metallic one with a white and pink bunny on it, was John’s.

“Are you sure you don’t want to have a taste from mine?” Sherlock asked.

“Nope,” John replied, popping the p for good measure. “Too posh for my taste. I’ll be fine with my jellybeans, thank you very much.”

“Alright. Just try to restrain yourself. Those abominations are a death trap. Your stomach will not thank you if – “

“Yes, yes. Our child is downstairs; no need to play parent at present. I’ve got this.”

Sherlock was not convinced. 

***

He remembered the last time John had got his hands on the vile sweets. Christmas at Harry and Clara’s. The three of them suffered temporary insanity when the colourful sweets were available.

“Try one,” John had urged him.

“No, thank you. I prefer something less synthetic,” Sherlock said, as politely as he could.

John had shrugged, but when he some time later straddled Sherlock’s thighs and asked for a kiss, which he knew Sherlock couldn’t resist, John’s tongue tasted of the foul stuff. Nausea was cast on him, and he all but threw John off his lap to get to the loo in time.

Since then, John was meticulously rinsing his teeth and mouth before asking Sherlock for a kiss, if he’d eaten jellybeans.

***

Stomping feet from the stairs, announces that five-year-old Rosie Watson-Holmes is ascending. She frowns when she sees her father lying supine on the sofa. Sherlock smirks, knowing what comes next.

“Daddy, are you ill?”

John groans again and tries to sit up, quite unsuccessfully.

“He ate too many jellybeans,” Sherlock informs her.

The grimace appearing on the girl’s face, warms Sherlock to the core. It’s so similar to his own expression when he finds something distasteful.

“Did you eat them all?” Rosie inquires, her hands on her hips.

John mumbles something unintelligible, and Sherlock answers for him.

“He did. Regrets it now, as you can see.”

“Brian in my class is much the same. He eats all the chocolate in his advent calendar the first day, and the same with the easter egg. Especially when it’s something he fancies.”

The little girl looks so grown-up, even John has to smile.

“Perhaps we can dosage them for him next time,” Sherlock suggests.

“There’ll be no next time,” John moans. “Never again.”

Rosie looks at her Papa and rolls her eyes.

“If you say so, John,” Sherlock replies, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing.

He’s certain John will see the fun in it someday. But not today.

“Can you fill the tub for me, Papa? I don’t think Daddy’s up for it just yet.”

“I will, my darling. Go ahead and find your pyjama and dressing gown first.”

Sherlock kneels in front of the sofa, cradles John’s cheek, and kisses his forehead.

“Rest, my little jellybean,” he whispers.

The Union Jack cushion hits him in the back of the head when he turns to leave the room.

“Even in this state, my aim is outstanding, mind you,” John growls.

Sherlock half turns and winks at his husband.

“I know, captain,” he purrs and throws the cushion back, which John catches easily.

“Smug bastard,” John mutters, but he’s unable to keep the smile out of his voice.

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[asapeveryday]

We Have Now

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of angst, suggestive content

Summary: The season is over, the seniors have graduated and the summer has begun. The future holds a lot of uncertainty, but your feelings for Nika have never been uncertain. Is it too late for you?

A/n: I just can’t resist summer themed fics. Also I’m ngl this is NOTT my best work so I’m sorry for that… enjoy anyways.

“Holy shit!”

Through the window of your bedroom you can see the sunset has turned outside an entrancing mix of tropical colours. Pink, purple, orange and yellow mix in the clouds and paint the world around you for a moment, and you know you need to see it up close.

You rush down the stairs and past the living room, where the rest of the team is sleeping on the couch with a movie on in the background.

It had been a long day for everyone, the team had planned to spend a couple days of July at an airbnb in Rhode Island back in February, and the plan thankfully took off.

The day had been filled with a long car ride, various TikToks, loud music, unpacking, swimming and barbecuing. Everyone was exhausted.

When you rush out to the deck you’re encapsulated by the scenery. Sunsets were beautiful, but even better by the beach. The white sand and deep ocean water against the rich setting sky was something out of a book.

After taking about a hundred photos and videos, you put your phone away and just stood in astonishment.

Playing basketball with these girls at Uconn was one of the biggest blessings you’d ever received in your life, and you were going to miss them so much. You often found yourself swimming in old memories at night, memories of locker room conversations, late night drives, shared playlists, loud Friday night parties, shared looks, useless yearning and post game tears.

You’d already gone through your sad feelings at graduation though, and the draft had brought some more light to the situation. You had no regrets whatsoever about your college career, except for maybe one thing. And that thing was on the beach right now.

Nika was laying on the sand, just far enough from the ocean to avoid getting hit by the high tide. She didn’t say anything when you laid down beside her, the both of you just stared at the darkening sky as the sound of waves filled the silence.

“Remember how different things were when we first met?” You finally say after some time.

Nika quietly laughs. “How could I forget?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Gosh, I thought you were so weird.”

“You were weirder.” She grumbles.

“You just thought all Americans were weird.”

“Because you guys are! I never saw so many overly confident basketball players who were so bad till’ I came here.”

The two of you laugh together for a moment, then it’s quiet again.

Your hand is excruciatingly close to hers, but neither of you move closer.

“Everything’s so different now.” Nika mumbles, almost to herself.

You turn your head to face her. Nika’s side profile is strong, prominent nose, perfect lips, sharp eyebrows and expressive eyes. Her cheeks are pink from being out in the sun. You have the urge to make them pinker, but you shake the thought away.

“Yeah. Everything is different…but that’s a good thing”

Nika nods solemnly, but you can tell she’s thinking hard.

“Niks, don’t worry too much okay? Things work out if they’re meant to.”

She brings a hand to her face, covering her eyes and muffling her voice, which slightly wavers when she says. “What if I don’t make it?”

With this you give in and take her hand, squeezing it tight for a moment.

“Baby they’re lucky to have you. One day with you and they’ll know you’re needed on that team. Everyone else knows it for sure.”

“Says who?” Her eyebrows furrow. “I can’t just assume this’ll work out. What if it doesn’t? What the fuck do I do then? All my work will have been for nothing.”

“If Seattle doesn’t see you as an asset to their team, then I assure you there’ll be another team just waiting for you. Everyone here knows how valuable you are as a player, and the internet wouldn’t let anyone forget.”

She isn’t very convinced, but she turns her head to meet your gaze. Her eyes remind you of a puppies eyes. “Thank you.” She says, sincere and slightly embarrassed. Her hand is still in yours and your noses are almost touching. You wonder if she’d ever talk to you again if you kissed her.

At the thought of that, your stomach sinks. You sit up suddenly, hand breaking from hers. You don’t see how her face drops when you do it.

“I-“ you start, but hesitate. You didn’t want to regret anything like this again. You wanted her to know every thought in your head, even if it had a chance of going sour. “I’m really gonna miss you Nika. More than anyone else, I think.” You finally manage to get out.

She sits up now too, her brown hair blowing in the salty wind, her almost hazel eyes glinting from the reflection of the water, or perhaps something else, something like hope.

“More than anyone else?” She questions you.

“Yeah.” You say, turning to meet her stare. “I’ve always liked you more than the others.”

“Hm.” She says, as if she was expecting more.

The silence is eating at you, you just want to scream out how badly you want her. You know it’s too late, when this trip is over everyone splits. You to your hometown, Aaliyah to Washington, Nika to Seattle, Paige and the others to Connecticut. Still, you didn’t want to live with this in you forever.

“I had a massive crush on you during freshman year.” You utter as confidently as possible.

Nika’s lips part in surprise “You- you did?”

“Yeah. Major.” You scoff. Those days were almost pathetic in hindsight, obvious to everyone but Nika and yourself.

You watch as Nika draws swirls in the sand with her finger. You can practically hear the gears turning in her head.

“And…when did this crush fade away?” She finally asks you.

You let a beat pass before sucking it up and saying. “It didn’t.”

Nika’s eyes really widen now. You hold her gaze as best as you can. “I never stopped liking you. It just got stronger overtime, actually.”

You almost recoil when she scowls at you.

“Fuck you.”

“What?”

“Fuck!” She rubs her face, exasperated. “You- urgh, I wish you told me. I wish you told me way, way earlier.”

You don’t say anything.

“I wish I knew. Don’t you get it?” She whines, almost pleadingly. “God, if you’d told me way earlier we could’ve…maybe we would’ve..” she trails off.

Finding out that Nika Mühl, your best friend and longest love, also loved you should’ve been the best moment of your life. Instead it had you thinking of everything that could’ve been.

“I was scared.” You mutter. “I was so, so scared, I don’t know why. I wish I’d just told you, but you know me. I never take chances. I pass the ball, I don’t make the shot. I just…I wouldn’t have been able to take it if you didn’t feel the same. So I never did anything.”

She’s close to you now, hand on your knee, face flushed.

“What are we gonna do?”

You stare at her face, eyes darting from her eyes, then lips, the her eyes again.

Her eyes are beautiful. Honey brown, golden in the sun but piercing now at dusk, eyelashes long and fluttering as she tries to make sense of this situation.

You’ve wanted her more than you’ve wanted that ring at the end of the National Tournament every single year. The thought of you wasting time that could’ve been spent pressed next to her, skin to skin and soul to soul? It was sickening to you.

Still, here she was. Eyes begging you for something you’ve dreamed of. The sky now staining the beach a violent pink.

When your mouth meets hers it’s everything you’ve fantasized about. Her lips are full and soft, fitting perfectly against your own. You can feel her lashes tickle your face as you tilt your head just right, her arms get goosebumps when you fiddle with her hair.

Pulling away from her, you can’t help but melt at the satisfied smile on her face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Nika says. “I just wish it could’ve happened earlier.”

“I’m tired of wishing.” You say, putting a hand on her face gently. “We can’t change anything now. It’s over. But we have today.”

She drinks in the feeling of being this close to you. “We have now.” Nika whispers.

Your kisses are sweet and chaste at first, but it’s getting colder out and you need her warmth. She changes the pace, clashing into you with a sense of urgency now. When her mouth slightly opens and you feel her tongue against yours you know it’s over for you. She can have whatever she wants.

Nika finds herself straddling you now, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of everything that’s happening.

After four years of thinking of her before bed, before letting your hands take care of yourself night after night to the thought of her, here she was in all her glory. Body toned and breathing hard, hair sprawled against her tan skin, fingers untying her bikini top.

She leans into you, but instead of kissing you she puts her mouth to your ear. You can feel her smirk against your skin.

“How much of the past four years do you wanna bet I can make up for in one night?

[libellule-ao3]

🔞 Painted & Pinned

Ominis couldn’t see the painting, but he felt it— her gaze burning his skin, the silence heavy, the air thick with anticipation. Then, the first stroke of the brush.

@annarielmidori , I had originally planned to publish this in March, but when I found out your birthday was on the 18th of February, I couldn’t resist trying to bring it forward (despite my snail-paced writing 🐌). I hope you had a wonderful day and that you’ll enjoy this OS! Once again, happy birthday! 🎉

OS | 🔞 | Ominis Gaunt x MC (Annariel Midori)

tags: painter x model | handjob | tigh riding | paint kink (light) | orgasm denial | teasing | smut | Ominis'POV

Ominis stifled a sigh as he heard the brush gliding across the canvas, a muffled, almost inaudible sound, but one that vibrated in his nerves like an invisible caress.

He couldn’t see the image taking shape under Annariel’s hand, but he could sense its evolution through the weight of her gaze that pressed against his bare skin. He stood vulnerable under this subdued light, designed to accentuate his shadows, under this pressure that thickened the air around them. Naked, exposed, with nothing but a simple sheet wrapped precariously around his hips.

‘Stop moving, or you’ll end up looking like a mountain troll!’

The threat was teasing. Ominis could hear the provocation behind the light tone. She was testing his limits and always knew what to say to brush them aside.

Of course, he would have liked to retaliate with a sharp word, something that would make her shudder as much as he shuddered at being used as a male nude study model. But the wizard was too aware of his position, of the heat of the sheet against his skin, of the tension in his muscles from standing so still.

So instead of fighting back, he let his voice slip between them, soft, yet dangerously treacherous.

‘Is that a threat... or a promise?’

A low, husky laugh, laden with innuendo, answered him.

‘More like a prediction,’ she said, dipping her brush in a hue he obviously couldn’t name. ‘But if you keep on being provocative, I might just smear you with paint!’

He sensed a smile tug at his lips before he knew it. It was their usual game. They played the balancing act on a glowing wire, ready to give way under pressure. Caught between lightness and tension, between defiance and abandonment.

‘Why did I agree to this again?’ he murmured, falsely pensive.

‘Because you’re irresistibly devoted to me?’ she suggested, applying the colour to the canvas.

He tilted his head slightly in the direction of her voice.

‘I think it was more the threat of refused kisses.’

The silence thickened around them, saturated with possibilities. With all his senses on the alert, Ominis heard a rustle of fabric close to him, then a breath against his bare skin.

He also perceived the stronger smell of paint mingling with something more intimate, more intoxicating. Annariel’s perfume warmed by desire.

She was there. Close by.

‘Ah, so that’s the kind of ransom you’re asking for?’

He had no time to reply. Her lips locked with his. Everything disappeared. The pose, the canvas, the very reason for his immobility. All he registered was the languor of her kiss, the warmth of her sighs against his mouth and the delicious shiver that ran up his spine like a wave.

His free hand — the one not clutching the sheet around his hips — naturally found her waist and pulled her against him.

Annariel pressed herself against him with exquisite slowness, her clothes brushing against his torso, the friction stealing his breath away.

Then a gesture.

Her arm jerked, and the brush skimmed over his side before gliding lower. A cool trail of paint slid down his skin, sending a shiver down his spine as it trickled toward the sheet, seeping into the fabric. Annariel froze for a moment. He sensed the smile that blossomed on her lips. A grin, dark and satisfied.

‘I told you not to move...’

A deep rumble rolled down Ominis’ throat. He was about to reply, but his words were strangled when he felt the brush against his chest.

‘You make a beautiful canvas, you know,’ she murmured, tracing a wet line from his sternum to his lower abdomen with the tip of the brush.

He lost control. His body tensed under the icy caress, every nerve electrified by the contrast between the freshness of the colour and the lava pulsing through his veins. He didn’t know what colour she was applying. He didn’t care.

What mattered now were her fingers.

The ones that had replaced the brush and were touching the wet pigment, spreading it slowly over his skin in lazy circles.

‘If you want to paint me, you’re going to have to convince me to behave,’ he murmured, his tone huskier than he would have liked.

A slight laugh, a breath brushing his lips and a light pressure on his taut crotch.

‘What if I’d rather have you begging me to keep going?’

She knew exactly how to stoke his desire.

She pulled away.

The absence gnawed at his patience. Just long enough for him to rage at no longer having her against him. Then she came back.

This time, he didn’t just feel her fingers.

He felt her bare skin against his, and her warm, wet palms.

The pigment.

Her hands were coated with it.

A sigh escaped Ominis, a murmur of abandonment to this exquisite torture.

She slid against him, every calculated movement heightened by the colours staining their skin, creating a vivid tableau of desire and provocation. She didn’t hurry.

That was worse. Worse than raw haste. Worse than greedy conquest.

She let him feel every second, every heartbeat suspended in anticipation of the next caress.

‘Darling...’

His tone had become a low growl, a threat veiled in impatience.

She pressed her paint-smudged digits on his chest, tracing arabesques he couldn’t see but felt in every fibre of his being.

‘Hush,’ she whispered against his mouth, amusement in her tone. ‘Let the artist do her thing.’

A shudder ran through him as, with a barely perceptible movement, the sheet slipped from his hips, pooling on the floor in hushed whisper. Ominis bent gently under the force of a languorous kiss and found himself lying on the fabric, a rising heat filling him as Annariel sat down on his thigh.

Then her hands left him for a few moments and her fingers, now clean, trailed down, brushing over his lower abdomen before encircling his throbbing erection, her grip both light and unyielding.

Ominis felt her rubbing slowly against his thigh, her arousal smearing onto his skin in a calculated provocation. A guttural groan escaped him, his hands clutching the sheets in a desperate bid for control.

She knew his limits. She knew exactly how far she could push him before he snapped.

At first, she merely teased him with her fingertips, brushing over the sensitive curve of his tip, tracing soft circles before coating her palm with the moisture already beading at his swollen head. Then, torturously slow, she stroked down his length, her firm grip gliding over him like a silk glove. Every movement was precise, measured—neither too fast nor too slow.

Ominis tensed beneath her, his hips instinctively seeking more friction.

But she dictated the pace, amusement lacing her voice as she asked, 'You like that, don’t you?'

Her palm slid over his cock in an unbearable caress, alternating pressure and release—the same exquisite torment she was inflicting upon him with her own body, rolling her hips against him.

A deep, low growl rumbled in his throat, a sound laced with both frustration and pure pleasure. Yes, he liked it. The way she played with him so deliberately, controlled him so effortlessly, treating his pleasure as though he were a masterpiece in the making. And yes, he wanted more.

His cock throbbed in her grasp, the anticipation coiling in his belly like a liquid fire. She picked up the pace slightly, tightening her hold, twisting her wrist as she slid down to the base before gliding back up in a seamless motion, her fingers teasing the sensitive ridge of his crown with every stroke. Then, just as she tightened her fist around him, enough to send molten fire coursing through his veins—

She let go. Abruptly.

Her hand left him, abandoning him on the very edge of his release, offering him nothing but an aching, excruciating denial.

‘Annariel...’ he growled, his voice hoarse with need and frustration.

She merely shifted, pressing herself more firmly against him, rolling her hips with wicked deliberation, letting a throaty sigh escape her lips. Her pleasure was a cruel taunt, a reminder of everything she was granting herself while ruthlessly withholding it from him.

Ominis was a patient man… until he wasn’t.

Annariel knew this far too well. And yet, she still gasped in surprise when, in a swift, forceful movement, he surged upright and flipped her beneath him, pinning her against the paint-streaked sheets.

She barely had time to catch her breath before her wrists were trapped above her head, held firmly in an unrelenting grip. Annariel offered no resistance. Her legs parted of their own accord, a mixture of defiance and submission in the posture.

His mouth crashed down on hers, devouring her in a fierce, claiming kiss—biting, demanding, stripping her of any semblance of control. When he finally pulled back, his voice fell upon her like a sentence—low, dark, woven with dangerous promises.

‘You played with me, kitten. Now it’s my turn.’

But he didn’t move immediately. He savoured the moment.

The moment when her breath quickened beneath him, when her form quivered in anticipation of a caress that did not come.

His fingers grazed her belly, running over the cracked paint marks in a slow, almost meditative gesture. He moved lower, lazing against her hip, and felt a shiver, a tension betraying his impatience. She gasped slightly, arching her back in silent invitation. But he didn’t give in. Not yet. It was his turn to make her languish.

His breath brushed the delicate line of her throat, and Annariel froze, suspended in exquisite anticipation of what he would do next.

A bite, there, just below her jaw. A kiss immediately followed by his teeth sinking lightly into her flesh. Just sufficient to mark her. Just enough to make her moan.

She arched her back under him, trying to rub her body against his, but he refused to let her dictate anything.

‘Look who’s impatient now...’

She wriggled under him, trying to free herself, but he tightened his hold, his chest pressed against hers, their breaths intertwined in the stifling intimacy of the moment.

‘You enjoy this, don’t you? Being pinned beneath me, helpless, at my mercy,’

She parted her lips, a breath of protest forming, but he seized the instant before she could reclaim control. He rolled his hips, a slow, calculated movement, a studied provocation. His shaft slid against the slick heat of her core, teasing her pearl, a caress that never came to fruition.

‘Is this what you want?’

Annariel moaned, tried to rock her hips to force him deeper, but he pulled back, precisely enough to frustrate her further. She grunted, tugged at his still captive wrists. He smiled against her skin.

‘You’ll have to ask nicely, first,’ he breathed, his voice low and amused.

An exasperated sigh.

A strangled groan.

A spasm beneath him.

She was about to give in.

‘Ominis...’ she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

‘You want me to fuck you like this?’ he said, mimicking his thrusts against her soaked folds.

A tense silence.

She shuddered beneath him, her jerky breathing interspersed with moans. Her body was already screaming out the answer she hadn’t given yet.

‘Mmh... I think I hear it, but not quite...’ he breathed against her jaw, a smile trailing in his voice.

She swallowed hard. Her body trembled close to him, offered, vulnerable, ready to plead.

‘... Yes.’

‘Yes, what?’

She tried to capture his mouth, but he distanced himself just enough to deny her.

‘Say it properly.’

A tremor.

Her whole body tensed beneath him, wet, offered, unable to resist the command.

‘I want you to take me like this.’

He smiled against her shoulder.

His hand dropped to one wrist to slide down her curves. It grazed her breasts, traced the line of her ribs, paused for a moment on her stomach before moving down between her thighs.

His middle finger traced lazy circles over her bud. She moaned, her frame arching under the contact.

He played with her.

Slow, calculated circles, punctuated by frustrating pauses, just to see her lose patience.

He rubbed against her again, without penetrating her, the hardness of his cock against her damp heat a deliberate provocation. Then he stopped moving.

Annariel panted, disorientated.

‘Why?’

A toothy smile stretched his lips. ‘In fact, I’m dying to hear you beg.’

She swallowed against the burning tension that consumed her whole.

A silence.

A shudder.

Then, in a hoarse voice, ‘Please... fuck me.’

Dark satisfaction blossomed in his chest. At last he released her wrists and closed his hands on her hips, anchoring her beneath him. With a deep thrust, he drove into her, stretching her wide, filling her to the hilt.

A searing jolt.

She threw her head back, a cry escaping her as her body closed in on him, welcoming him in a vice of heat and pleasure. He could feel the suffocating wetness of their skin pressed together, the irregular pounding of her heart against his chest.

He knew she wanted more. That she needed it... And he wanted to see her break under him.

So he moved.

Slowly.

Deeply.

Obviously, she tried to urge him to go faster, to plunge deeper, but he denied her that luxury, imposing his rhythm. He kissed her, his lips capturing hers in a raw demand, while his touch found her clit.

This time, he would give her no respite.

He sped up, plunging into her with a ferocious pace, each thrust sending her further into surrender.She was his.

Her body quivered, clenching around him as she gasped his name, her nails biting into his back in a desperate plea for more. She was helpless, lost in the ruthless rhythm he set.

He felt the tension inside her reach its peak.

He murmured against her mouth, ‘I can feel you unraveling... Let go, Kitten,’

And she gave in.

An uncontrolled spasm swept through her, her back arched violently beneath him as a strangled cry escaped her. Her body closed over him, pulsing around his hard cock in a wave of unbearable lust. He, in turn, lost his footing, her low moan mingling with his, the heat of their embrace sealing the moment in raw intensity. At that moment, nothing existed.

There was only the heat, the dizziness, and her.

They lay there, motionless, their bodies still entwined, the echo of pleasure resonating within their trembling muscles.

The silence deepened, thick with moisture and a languid residue of tension.

Then a breath, a sigh... and a laugh. Gentle. Playful.

‘I just wanted to do an anatomical study, you know.’

Ominis rolled onto his side, his fingers idly tracing the dried paint still marking his torso with the edge of his nails.

‘And you did. A very immersive one, at that.’

She exhaled, amused, shaking her head.

‘So immersive that the session was completely ruined.’

A knowing smirk curled Ominis’ lips. He let his hand slide to his abdomen, his fingers brushing the invisible arabesques she had painted onto his skin.

‘I’d say the artist got carried away by inspiration… and her very cooperative model simply adapted to her demands.’

‘I should have known it would turn out like this.’

A low chuckle escaped him, his voice still rough from their shared pleasure.

‘You say that as if you didn’t love every second of it.’ He caught her chin gently between his fingers, preventing her from looking away. ‘Tell me you regret it.’

Annariel didn’t answer. Instead, she let her hand slide over his chest, lazily tracing a circle around a dried streak of paint.

And she smiled.

As always, please forgive my imperfect grammar (ESL writer).

[burningembers91]

Starting Over - Seong Gi-Hun x Fem!Reader

Tagging: @kellyxo1

Follow up piece to:

Back Alley Bar

Help Wanted

Body Talk

Synopsis: Seong Gi-Hun’s relationship with you is a chance to start again, to be the man he always wanted to be. But his fractured relationship with his daughter still plays on his mind. He’s desperate to show her he’s changed, and to introduce the two most important people in his life.

A/N: please note that this was typed on my phone, so there are probably some errors 🫠

Seong Gi-Hun couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this light, this free. The summer had been spent entirely wrapped up in a world that contained only you. For the first time in decades he wasn’t fixated on his next drink, his next opportunity to gamble. He was focused on spending as much time with you as possible. He relished the days you spent exploring the city, lazy evenings spent wrapped up in your sheets, making love until the early hours of the morning. He took you to the beach in Busan, lazing on the soft white sand with a book in your hand. He watched you swim in the crystal blue waters, your swimsuit clinging to you in all the right places.

He would never, for as long as he lived, understand what he’d done to deserve you. He’d come clean about his past, about his gambling, about his daughter and ex-wife, about the death of his mother. He’d been so sure you’d leave once you heard about all the awful things he’d done. But you stayed, telling him that he wasn’t that person anymore. You somehow saw through all the terrible shit he’d done, saw the man underneath the pain. You loved him unconditionally, and you made sure to tell him every day.

The summer break from university was just what you’d needed to reset and recharge. You were feeling so much more positive, and you were looking forward to starting your second term. Gi-Hun had been thinking about asking you to move in together. His job at the warehouse was paying pretty good money, and if you lived together, you wouldn’t need to work at the bar anymore. Money would still be tight, but he hated to see you burning yourself out. He wanted to help you pay for your schooling, give you something back when you’d given so much to him.

“What do you think?” He asked, when he brought it up one night over dinner.

“I couldn’t let you pay for everything,” you sighed. “The fees are extortionate.”

You were so stubborn, so fiercely independent but that was one of the things he loved most about you.

“I wouldn’t pay for it all,” he insisted, slipping his hand into yours. “But if I could help, even with just covering bills, it would allow you more leeway to pay for your course.”

He knew you hated working at the bar. You hated the long nights, the rowdy drunk customers who could quite seem to keep their hands to themselves. He’d taken to sitting with you each night while you worked, keeping you company. Some nights he found it hard to resist the smell of liquor, the strong fumes wrapping themselves around his senses like claws, digging deeper into his brain. On those nights, he’d step outside, taking a deep breath of air as he counted all the things he’d lose if he started drinking again. You were always number one on the list.

You could tell he found it difficult being around alcohol and you felt so guilty that he insisted on being with you at the bar. This job was bad for your mental health, but your desire to better yourself with your degree was stronger. You started to think that maybe he’d been right, that maybe if he moved in, you could quit the job you hated. It would give you more time to study, more time with Gi-Hun.

You finally relented, and he moved into your small apartment with you. You spent the last week of summer redecorating, adding new colour to the walls, buying new bedsheets and hanging up photos of the two of you. It was swelteringly hot that week, but somehow neither of you minded the stifling heat as you worked. You were so wrapped up in each other that a tsunami could flatten the city and you’d be none the wiser.

He’d started having thoughts about your future, thoughts about marrying you. He’d been given a second chance at life, and he wanted to make sure he got it right this time. He wondered if you saw children in your future, if he could perhaps get the chance to be the dad that he could never be to his daughter.

He passed a a jewellery store on his way to work every morning, the glittering diamonds beckoning him in. He saw one you’d love, but it was entirely out of his price range. For one brief, gut wrenching moment, he had the urge to go and gamble. Just a few Won on a couple of horses, to see if he could win big. Then he’d be able to afford that ring.

He felt sick to his stomach at the thought, the image of him standing in the betting hall causing bile to rise in his throat. He couldn’t believe he’d even thought of that, couldn’t believe his own stupidity and weakness. it was so easy to slip back into habits, and Gi-Hun realised he’d need to work harder than he’d thought to stay on track.

He avoided looking at more rings, too scared he’d stray from the path he’d worked so hard to stay on. He just wanted to give you the world, but his warehouse salary didn’t allow it.

You didn’t seem to mind though. You were happy together, but Gi-Hun constantly felt like he could be giving you more. More dates, more gifts, more money towards bills. He had to constantly remind himself that you didn’t want those things, that you were happy to just be with him. But he still felt like he needed to provide you with gifts and fancy dates; it was something he’d never bothered to do with his ex-wife, and he wanted to get his relationship with you right.

He also longed to fix his fractured relationship with his daughter. He’d not spoken to her since she moved to America, his calls and texts going unanswered. He didn’t blame her; he’d been a terrible dad. But he wasn’t the person he’d been when she left, and wanted to show her how much he’d changed.

It was late at night when the text came through. You were fast asleep beside him, Gi-Hun finishing the last chapter in his book before he turned in for the night. His screen lit up, buzzing loudly on the bedside table next to him. Picking his phone, his jaw dropped at the words.

“Hi dad, we’re coming back to Seoul in a few weeks. It would be really nice to see you.”

This could be his chance. His chance to heal his relationship with daughter, and introduce her to the woman he loved.

He couldn’t wait to show her how much he’d changed. He couldn’t wait to finally be the dad she needed. He could only hope she was ready to accept his apology.

[rafesbunny]

golf- r. c 🎀

where r gets bored watching rafe and his friends play golf

(sorry if this is bad or inaccurate 😭😭 when i go to the club i also do just sit there and look pretty i never actually pay attention on how to play golf fr 😭😭)

you sat in the buggy inspecting your freshly done nails, with many thoughts running through your head and you were insanely bored: what colour should you get done next time?; what food will you get from the club afterwards?; what should you wear tomorrow?; when will rafe be done with playing golf for the day?. the last one was especially heavy on your mind. it was a lovely day out and the uv index was high, and there was a light breeze in the air- perfect conditions to add to your tan. however, rafe had other plans for you today, he made you come and watch him play golf with topper and kelce. you knew you didn’t actually have to go but how could you say no when rafe swooned you over when he said, “y’know i can’t play without my pretty girl there, your my good luck charm” and that’s how you ended up bored in the buggy.

rafe had yet to notice your bad mood but topper caught on immediately after walking back after his play. as rafe stepped away after swinging and stood next to topper, topper asked, “is your girl okay? seems bored” before walking away from your boyfriend for his turn. rafe turned around to face you and lifted his eyebrow, which was his silent way of asking if you’re okay. but you didn’t give him the answer he wanted, instead you huffed and lightly rolled your eyes at him. as he chuckled at your behaviour and started walking towards you he shouted back to his friends, who were waiting on him to play his turn, “give me two seconds boys”. being the stubborn girl you were you refused to look at the boy looming over you, but rafe grabbed your jaw with one hand and forced you to look up at him, “whats up with you, huh?” but again you just huffed, “nah, none of that now, talk to me baby” unable to resist your boyfriends charm, you told him honestly, “so bored rafey. s’not fair we always have to do what you want. i don’t play golf, it’s so boring for me to jus’ watch you” you whined. rafe just started back at you with a plan forming in his head, “come on get up gonna teach you how to play. you gonna stop whinging if i do?”

reluctantly, you followed after him as he dragged you to where he put his golf ball and he shoved his club into your hands. he stood behind you and adjusted the club into the correct position as best as he could as it wasn’t the right size for you, when he was happy with that he said, “show me your swing babe” and pathetically you did, you were sure a four year old could do a better job than you. to make matters worse you could sense rafe smirk and suppress a laugh. trying to wiggle your way out of his grasp you whined, “don’t laugh at me rafe! s‘ not funny, i’m really trying.” he pulled you back into the original position, “ ‘’m sorry baby. promise i won’t anymore” with a kiss to the side of your head, “need to fix your stance” he muttered while kicking your feet more to the side, “and bend your knees slightly” he put some of his weight onto you, to get you into the position. for innocent people walking past, this would’ve looked very perverted, and topper and kelce laughed from a distance at the scene, clearly enjoying watching you struggle and rafe bend you in whatever way he wanted. you scowled at them and rafe guided your focus back to the task at hand, “ignore them baby, focus on this, it’s jus’ us” and with rafes assistance you swung and actually managed to hit the ball, though to your disappointment it didn’t go far at all. this made the two boys laugh even harder and a chuckle slip from rafe, causing you to storm back to your original spot in the buggy, “ugh, just take me home rafe! now!” and as rafe made his way over to you, he gave his friends a look that said “cut it out” and they followed after him. kelce was the first to speak, “better luck next time girl” and topper said, “yeah, y’have good form” you could tell they weren’t being sincere and this only added fuel to the fire but rafe was quick to extinguish it, “how about i take you to lunch and then shopping? as a sorry?” you tried to keep the mad act up but a smile crept onto your face, “really?” you asked meekly. lowering down to your eye level rafe said, “of corse baby, anything for my girl” you squealed and wrapped your arms around rafe. how could you ever say no to him?