#and not be the fucking butt of the joke before i even open my mouth

[juliet-017]

Reprisal - A.M.

Abraxas Malfoy x Fem!Gryffindor!reader

Minors DNI!

Warnings: cheating!! both parties, slight misogyny, semi-public sex, risk of being caught, Abraxas is like super arrogant (Draco on steroids), marking, choking, implied size kink, oral (both ways), unprotected p in v, creampie (+contraceptive charm)

Synopsis: After your boyfriend, Arcturus Black, cheats on you more times than the hairs you have on your head you decide that you're finally done with him. And what better way to signify that than sleeping with his best friend?

a/n: I needed a fic for the loml Abraxas Malfoy so bad guys so here we are. Thank you @viperify and @neptunemma for helping fuel my Abraxas addiction and for the Malfoy family in general. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy bc if you do I'll write for him more in the future !!

wc: 2.4k

Arcturus Black has pissed you off for the last time. Sure, he’s rich, his family well known but you can't bring yourself to put up with his bullshit anymore after seeing him kissing a girl whilst fully sober for the… what time is it?

It doesn't matter, she's just some no-name a year younger than the both of you, probably just some stage where he'd get bored and come running back to you. Or were you the stage? A middle finger to his family? A rebellious phase? You weren't thinking black and white on this fine evening, deciding to find a way to get under his skin, finally get back at him after being so submissive to him for so long.

Abraxas Septimus Malfoy. One of the only boys who could even try to match up with any of the Blacks, and the best option too. After all, you heard him run his mouth about all the Gryffindor pussy he's gotten countless times, and whether it was talk or not, it intrigued you enough to force a pursuit.

It doesn't take long to find him in the library, conversing with Riddle. Hovering around a bookshelf you peer at them, trying to find the right timing. Biting the inside of your cheek you retract, tidying your appearance before rounding the corner with a clearing of your throat.

They both silence themselves quickly, Riddle glaring while Abraxas holds a curious gaze. “Abraxas, may I have a word?” You ask, being sure to hold a certain level of poise.

The two look between each other, some sort of silent communication before Tom seemingly dismisses Abraxas, a smug expression on the latters face as he approaches you. He looms over you, causing you to look up at him. “Need something that your little prince can't provide?” He drawls mockingly.

“Fuck off.” You hiss, crossing your arms to pout.

He shakes his head, leaning up against the bookcase with his hands in his pockets. “Careful, sweetheart, don't you know about playing nice?” He purrs, reaching out with a hand to play with a strand of your hair.

You huff, glancing around before speaking up. “I'm done with Black.” The words come suddenly, even shocking yourself. “I've put up with far too much from him.”

He nods, appraising you. “Soo, what does that have to do with me?”

Running your tongue over your teeth, you plan your next word. Mirroring him slightly you tilt your head to the side. “I want to give him a taste of his own medicine.”

“Oh? And by that you mean?” Abraxas asks, his tone haughty as he raises a brow.

“Don't act like you haven't been begging to get into my knickers for months now.” You snap. “Talking about all the Gryffindor girls you bed and how adventurous they are. I'm not stupid.”

“So you aren't as dumb as I thought.”

You open your mouth, agape and about to retort before he cracks one of his rare grins. “I'm only having some fun.”

“Well, I don't appreciate being the butt of a joke. I mean I knew you were an arrogant twat but Merlin-.” Abraxas moves quickly, putting a hand against your neck and running a thumb over your carotid artery.

“Your heart is racing, love.” He states bluntly before reaching down to take your forearm into his grip. “Let's get somewhere a bit more private, hm?” He starts to guide you before you rip your arm free.

“Rumors will be bad enough if I get seen simply walking grounds with you, I'm not letting you guide me around like some pet.” You spat, taking walking beside him.

“You sure you wouldn't like that? You look rather like a meek little kitten on Black’s arm.” He taunts, his signature smirk taking over his face. “Rather pretty when you don't run your mouth.”

“Bastard.” You retort, slowing to a stop.

“At least I know what I'm doing with my cock.” He muses. “You looked ever so disappointed whenever leaving Arcturus’ dorm, was a bloody shame I couldn't have ravished you after every single time.” Crowding you, Abraxas traps you up against a corridor wall. “Your boyfriend on the other hand only has money and his name, nothing that'll make his future wife too fascinated.”

Before you can respond you lurch, feeling yourself be yanked and pulled into the closet room. You gather your surroundings in a bewildered state before Abraxas locks the door, finding yourself in an office.. Dumbledore's office. “What the hell, Malfoy?” You ask abruptly, stumbling back from him.

“You said yourself that you didn't want to be seen with me so I had to think of something quick.” Abraxas responds, taking a hand and running it through your hair. “Gryffindor idiocy will never fail to amuse me.” He hums before closing the small distance. “Now let's put that mouth to better use, huh?”

His other hand cups your jaw, running a thumb over your lips before prompting with his thumb. You comply, letting him slip his thumb into your mouth as you swirl your tongue around it teasingly, looking up at him doe-eyed.

He hums, allowing you to continue before backing you up against the closest wall, his knee finding a place between your thighs. The friction makes you moan, Abraxas takes the opportunity to withdraw his thumb, a small string of saliva connecting the two.

He starts working on your neck, leaving light pecks and nips as he unclasps your cloak before moving to undo your tie.

You roll your hips, lost in the simple sensation of his knee against your clit, falling prey to his simple actions.

He works on the buttons of your blouse whilst continuing the assault on your neck, his hands moving to work on your skirt next, heavy breaths intertwining.

Abraxas undoes the small clasp with ease before helping you out of it, guiding you to kneel without second thought. You comply, sitting back on your heels whilst still in your Mary Jane's alongside your undergarments. Abraxas undoes his belt, letting it hit the floor followed by his trousers.

You can already see him through his boxers, your eyes only growing a tad bit wider as he frees himself, already semi-hard. His hand appears in your face, “Spit.”, he commands firmly. You do so, watching him stroke his length as he continues to harden.

He taps his tip against your throat, having you open your mouth as he slowly pushes himself down your throat. “C’mon, you can take more than that, just relax.” He purrs as he practically pets you, pulling your hair into a makeshift pony as he pulls you back, allowing you to breathe before pushing his length back down your throat.

Being more prepared this time, you're able to relax your jaw alongside your throat and let him practically bottom out. He drags himself in and out of your mouth, using your hair as a guide whilst making you match him, his other hand bracing himself against the wall as he looks down and watches.

You moan around him, gagging slightly as you try to take him deeper even with your lack of control in the situation.

“Merlin, it's like you were made to suck cock.” He moans, stuttering a bit in his thrusts as you run your tongue over his cock the best you can. Buried deep inside you he stills, twitching and grinding slightly before he explodes.

Abraxas pulls out slightly, enough so you can swallow, looking up at him with watery eyes as you cough and catch your breath.

Next thing you know he takes your hands, helping you up, enjoying the sight as you rush to finish stripping. Abraxas follows suit, laying himself bare before commanding you to jump, supporting you with your legs and arms wrapped around him.

He pushes you against the wall for starts, working on marking up the other side of your neck, humming. “How about Dumble’s desk? Most action old man's probably going to get, huh?”

Barely waiting for your nod, Abraxas carries you over to the desk, his muscles from Quidditch on full display. And you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away, trying to ignore how the sight alone makes you even more wet. He sets you on the edge of the Deputy headmaster's desk, just enough for some extra support.

Digging your nails into his bare shoulder blades, trusting him and Dumbledore’s desk to hold you up whilst your legs are wrapped around his waist as he teases your drenched cunt. Running himself between your folds a few times, he pushes in slowly, taking his time as if he had waited for this for ages.

“I wish I could've taken you in my dorm.” He pants, almost animalistic as he pounds into you. “Imagine all the things I could've done to you there.”

He wraps a hand around your throat, squeezing enough to make you already feel hazy. “Can't believe Arc gave you up,” he growls into your ear. “Best pussy I've had in ages.”

You let out a moan, your back arching in pleasure as your eyes flutter in pleasure. “Really? That's pathetic.” You spat out, clinging onto any fight you have despite being fucked out of your mind.

“Still running that mouth, are you?” Abraxas retorts the rhetorical question, taking his free hand to draw circles on your clit. “I guess I didn't fuck it hard enough.” He growls, thrusting harder as if to emphasize his point.

You make a guttural sound, scratching at his back as if searching for something to anchor yourself on. “There ya go, that's a good slut.” He groans into your ear, lashes fluttering in pleasure.

You rock your hips, trying to match his pace, silent moans leaving you as you feel your climax approaching.

“Fuck, I'm so close-” You whimper, digging your nails in even deeper.

“Come on, just let go.” He mutters, thrusting into you faster.

You wrap your legs around him further, biting into his shoulder to silence your moans as you fall apart, eyes rolling back slightly as you let go. You slump against him after letting out a loud moan, your forehead falling against his shoulder.

You feel him fuck you through your orgasm, overstimulating you slightly before he stills, spilling inside of you. The two of you stay semi-intertwined for a few minutes, catching breaths and cooling down. Part of you wants to chastise him for cumming inside of you, watching him slowly pull out.

Abraxas gathers the pile of clothing the two of you discarded, setting it right next to you before he pulls out his boxers in order to start dressing. In the midst of it, he picks up his wand, murmuring a contraceptive charm.

You stay sat on the desk, a bit surprised at his actions but hiding it as you start to dress yourself, clasping your bra and starting to button up your blouse, Abraxas working on his own dressing.

“Can't wait to tell everyone how I stole Black’s bitch.”

You let out a laugh, pausing in your rush to get dressed to look over at him. “You did not just say that.”

“What? It's true.” He replies, his words laced with arrogance.

“No, it's not you pussywhipped twat. I pursued you after I was done with his shit.”

“You still picked up on the clues.” He continues to taunt.

You raise your hand to slap him but he catches your wrist. “See this is why I tolerate Gryffindors.. so feisty.” He hums, allowing you to free your wrist. “Now you see I might actually be tempted to fuck you again, unlike half your housemates.. they're not so up to par.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhmmm, and trust me, I don't do charity.”

“Oh fuck you.”

“Just did.” He replies cockily.

“Let's put that mouth to better use, yeah?” You retort mocking his earlier words with a roll of your eyes as you grab his half-done tie, pulling him down as far as he allows.

He smirks, ripping your blouse open before kneeling at the edge of the desk. He pushes you to lean back on your elbows, hooking your knees over his shoulder as he leaves small kisses and nips up your inner thigh.

He teases you, stopping right before where you need him most, letting out slow and labored breaths as you whine in desperation.

Starting with one lick between your folds, Abraxas buried his face, lapping at your pussy like a starved man.

You quickly dig a hand into his scalp, pulling at his hair as you moan loudly. You didn't actually expect him to do this, from what you were told no ‘respectable man’ would ever be willing to do this. Your thoughts were cut off when he hummed around your clit.

He went back to licking, rutting his nose against your clit before deciding to alternate between the two, making the experience drag on in the most pleasurable way.

“You taste divine.” Abraxas mutters against your soaked folds. You groan, trying to rut against his nose slightly as you feel heat cook in the bottom of your stomach once more. Reaching a hand under your bra; Abraxas fiddles with a nipple, squeezing your tit before pinching your nipple.

He does the same with the other, taking his free hand now to fiddle with your clit. You pull at his hair once more before your loud moan echoes around the office, causing you to slack on the desk as you catch your breath.

“I think the scores are pretty even now, don't you, darling?” He taunts as he pulls back, catching his breath as well before he gets up to his feet, helping you stand and sluggishly getting dressed.

He helps you off the desk once both of you are dressed, utterly spent as you two make it to the office door. Abraxas peers around the edges before slipping out and pulling you behind him by the hand.

“That was..” You start, a small giggle escaping you.

“Outstanding? Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering?” Abraxas replies, arrogance already back on his tongue.

“Well, I was going to say nice. It was.. good.” You decide with a small nod.

“Well if you ever need a nice time again, you know where to find me.” He replies, bringing your hand to his lips and leaving a light peck on your knuckles before going his own way.

[paranoid-spotlight-everest]

Could the world not hate me for a single second

[cameronluvr]

TENNIS COURT — rafe cameron x kook!reader

summary: you beg rafe to play some tennis with you on your private tennis court, but he gets tired of losing and fucks you right there instead.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, semi public sex, risky sex, pet names, just PURE smut in this one — lmk if i missed any! 𖤓

: ̗̀➛ 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you stand in your backyard, fiddling with your tennis skirt before hearing the door open. you look up with a grin on your face upon seeing your boyfriend in his cute tennis outfit.

“adorable,” you giggle.

“shut up. come on,” he laughs, holding your hand as you walk down the steps of your huge yard which lead to the tennis court. your mom is a tennis player, so having a whole private court in your own backyard was awesome.

you both grab a racket each before walking to opposite sides of the court.

“you’ve played tennis before, right?” you ask, giggling as you swing your racket in your hand. you grew up playing the sport, so you were pretty good at it by now.

“of course i have” he says, getting into position, ready for you to serve the ball. “hm, okay, let’s see who’s better then, rafey” you smirk, both getting into competitive mode.

you swing the ball up into the air, hitting it with your racket, watching as it flies over to rafe’s side. he rushes to hit it, but he completely misses, making you cover your mouth to hide your laugh.

“that didn’t happen.” he says, running to catch the ball with his hand. “okay, you serve then” you chuckle. he’s so cute. he was definitely lying about having played tennis before.

he gets back into position, lining himself up before throwing the ball up and swinging his bat, this time hitting the ball. but, the ball goes the opposite direction to where he wanted it to go, landing in the sidelines.

“fuck,” he frustrated himself.

you can’t help but to laugh at him. you both continue playing, or trying to play before rafe got fed up, tossing his racket aside and walking over to you. “you sure you’ve played tennis before?” you squint with suspicion and a giggle.

“y’know, tennis isn’t really my thing.” he says, laughing it off before pulling you into a hug. you loved sharing these moments together, they were sweet, it was pure love.

“no? then what is?” you grin, looking up at him as your chin rests on his chest. “you, baby” he smirks down at you, his tall figure towering over you.

“yeah?” you smirk, biting your lip slightly. “yeah, you look so fucking sexy in those shorts i can barely think about anything else.” he tells you, reaching his hands around and down to your ass, gripping your cheeks and pulling them up, making you gasp.

“aww, is that why you were so bad at tennis?” you joke, making him separate your ass cheeks slightly which turned you on so bad, and he knew it. “rafe, don’t do that” you whine, knowing your parents were home and you couldn’t do anything.

“why not, baby? hm?” he asks, rubbing your butt to tease you more. “you know why” you whine. “n’aww. you think mommy and daddy will see you out here?” rafe giggles at you being so worried. “duh,” you raise your eyebrows sarcastically.

“my love, we can’t even see the house from here.” rafe tells you, twisting your body around to allow you to see. he points to the bushes surrounding that side of the tennis court, followed by a wall behind it. your parents surely wouldn’t be able to see, but it’s definitely still risky.

“but we’re not gonna fuck out here, silly” you roll your eyes, wishing he’d stop teasing you but you clearly don’t get his point. “says who?” he asks. “wait— really? you wanna fuck here? but— it’s so open..” you widen your eyes, looking around the yard and being able to see your neighbors houses.

“who cares? nobody will see us.” he says as if he’s certain. “how do you know?” you ask, still looking around but his hand gently grabs your face, pulling it forward to face him. “just trust me. don’t be so paranoid, i got you. it’s just me and you, gorgeous” he reassures you, smiling before dropping his hand and pulling you close again.

his hands went straight back to your ass cheeks, but this time up your skirt. “rafeee…” you whine, letting out a moan as he toys with your ass, knowing that was a weakness of yours.

“shh… let me make you feel good, baby” he whispers in your ear, leaning his head down to your neck to kiss it. you trust him, letting him feel around with your body before slipping his hand down the front of your skirt and playing with your pussy, making you moan.

after kissing and touching each other for a little, you both move over to the side of the court where there is a seating area. without hesitation, he spins you around and bends you over the seat. you giggle at his sudden movements, feeling as he slips his hand up your skirt again, only this time to move your panties to the side.

he rubs your pussy a bit, “mhm’ so wet for me” he says, making you moan a bit louder when he slips two fingers in you. your own hand covers your mouth, while the other kept you held up. “now, now, don’t make them hear you” rafe lets out a laugh as a huff through his nose, and you put your head down in embarrassment.

“mmm” you hum at the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you. “that’s it, baby, you like that?” he asks, smirking and loving the sound of your wet pussy. “y-yes… god” you shut your eyes and leave your mouth agape. if his fingers were enough to please you, how does his cock feel?

“you want my dick, princess? hm?” he asks, softly raising the pitch in his voice. “mhm.. please” you nod, making his smirk grow bigger though you can’t see his face.

“you wanna take me like this, from behind?” he asks, seeing you nod again. “atta’ girl” he pulls his fingers out of you, slapping your ass and making you jolt before he begins pulling his shorts down a bit, allowing his long, hard dick to spring out.

he moves more forward, rubbing his tip along your wet folds, making you let out a long hum. “i need it…” you say after he teases your pussy for a while. “you need it?” he asks. “yeah, please..” you beg.

he wastes no time to fulfil your needs. he positions himself near your entrance, slightly pushing the tip in before grabbing your hips with both hands, pulling you back whilst thrusting forward, making him instantly slam into you. you cover your mouth again, squeezing it this time. you couldn’t stay quiet, not with rafe inside of you.

“stay quiet, doll, y’don’t wanna get caught, do you?” he asks, knowing the obvious answer. “fuck… i- i can’t…” you moan underneath your hand, but it wasn’t quiet enough. rafe takes over, nudging your hand out the way to grip your mouth for you.

his grip was hard, but it was making a difference. your moans are muffled, only being able to breathe through your nose now. you grab his hand with yours, holding onto it as he fucks you rough.

the odd few sounds of cars driving past, windows slamming and dogs barking caught you off guard. “relax, doll” he tells you, shushing you as he removes his hand from your mouth to grab a fistful of your hair instead. you moan, covering your mouth with your hand again. you seriously didn’t want your parents to hear you, but boy, was rafe making it so difficult.

“fuck… i love you, pretty girl” he lets out a moan, gripping your hair tighter as he thrusts deeper into you. “i… i love you more—” you struggle to say in between deep breaths caused by his pace. “impossible.” he chuckles, showing his perfect teeth as he pounds into you from behind.

you let out some muffled moans underneath your hand, making rafe smirk and admire how he has you acting. reaching your hand down the front of your skirt to rub your clit made rafe harder than he already was. he loves it so much when you touch yourself in front of him.

“fuck, that’s it, princess… rub your pussy f’me,” he moans, thrusting into you at a perfect pace to hear your mumbled but pornographic moans. “mhmmm..” you hum, rubbing your clit at a fast speed.

he keeps fucking into you, hard and fast, both of you getting sloppier and wetter by the minute. “fuck rafe… i— i feel so close” you close your eyes, roughly gripping onto the seat you’re bent over.

“fuckk, let it go, princess” he tells you, rolling his eyes into the back of his head at how amazing you feel. “i… i am” you moan, your body starting to shake as you come on his cock. he keeps going, thrusting back and forth, in and out of you, feeling and seeing your juices leak out from the sides of his length inside you.

just seconds later, he finishes too, right inside of you. luckily, you’re on birth control. you both ride out your highs for a few moments, before he slowly pulls out of you. “fuck, ‘ts a little messy” he laughs, watching as his cum leaks out of your pussy and down your thigh.

“rafe, help” you quietly laugh, staying bent over the chair as he quickly looks for something to wipe you with. there’s nothing around, so he takes his shirt off and wipes your dripping pussy with it, “rafe, is that your shirt?” you ask, turning to look over your shoulder.

“it was the only thing i could use, alright?” he laughs it off, wiping away the cum that was dripping down your legs. after quickly cleaning yourselves up, with rafe’s shirt, unfortunately, you both head back inside to change into your normal clothes and out of your tennis ones.

walking into the house hand in hand with rafe, you walk past your mom and dad in the kitchen. “have fun playing tennis?” your mom asks with a smile as she prepares dinner. “yeah, i won” you turn around and giggle as your parents laugh, watching you flick your hair to show off. “yeah, yeah, i’ll practice more. you gotta’ teach me some time, mrs y/l/n.” he says to your mom as you both walk up the stairs. “of course, sweetheart” your mom smiles.

“aww, if only she knew how much of a slut you were… for me, not tennis.” he whispers in your ear as you get to the top of the stairs, both laughing as you enter your bedroom together.

SMUT SMUT SMUTTTTTT😩😩😩 3rd piece of work uploaded in ONE DAY? go me hahahahah. HOPE YA ENJOY I LOVE YALLLLLL <33 NOT PROOFREAD BTW. I’M IN A RUSH I GTG

@cameronluvr

[jam3sacaster]

“I’m gonna have ‘ta punish ya’.”

(Rivals) Declan O’Hara x Reader

Suggestion by darling anon 🫶🏽 / You and Declan butt heads, and then some…

Set just after the pageant, messed with the timeline a lil i think but I managed to work the punch in another way <3

18+ FANFIC / SMUT GALORE, angsty & lots of swearing. Fairly long and very HEAVY smut, sorry x Declan you horny bastard, we love you. Reader character aged 21.

As always, request what you wanna see in the ask box 💋

“I can’t just stop working for Corinium, Declan. You cannot just waltz into my life and expect me to give everything up for you!” You shout, feeling rage seep through your veins. Declan and Rupert have been cooking up a ridiculous idea within an hour, desperate to overthrow Baddingham’s Machiavellian reign of television. “They have my balls in a fuckin’ vice, my love,”

“No, they HAVEN’T! You have thrown a ridiculous temper tantrum, on television, because you are so determined to get your own way because you’re a selfish, stubborn bastard.” You interject, slamming your reddened palms on the dinner table, face contorting in fury. “They want me to sell my fuckin’ soul, babe. To sit and judge these fuckin’ superficial pageants whilst that cunt Vereker gets MY spot on my fuckin’ show.” The Irishman bellows, leaning across the table and pointing his finger dangerously close to your face. Declan O’Hara is fucking scary when he’s angry, but my God is he sexy.

Rupert leans against the counter top, remaining silent in embarrassment. It was certainly better for everyone that way. Steaming with rage, you sit back in your seat, stray hairs sticking to the beading sweat on your forehead. “You can’t keep behaving like this, Declan. Like a fucking child.” You tut, avoiding eye contact with him. Declan frustratedly rakes a hand through his slicked hair before pouring himself an intoxicatingly large unit of whiskey. “I’m sure you can coax Tony into some amicable solution. It’s blatant he wants to fuck you. He would do anything for someone willing to open their legs for him.” Rupert pipes up and gestures towards you, cigarette smoke creating an ashy veil across his face. An excruciating silence ensued. Your eyes widened in absolute horror — Declan would certainly not take kindly to this joke. Rupert should’ve kept his mouth shut.

“You fucking what?” Declan asked him, walking towards him slowly, eyes frenzied with wrath. “Calm down, Declan, it was just a joke.” Rupert chuckled, offering his hands up in defeat. “What did ya’ fuckin’ say?” Declan asked again, containing to walk towards him until they were nose-to-nose. Another incredibly painful silence— even Rupert didn’t dare speak. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth to speak but Declan swung at him, landing a brutal punch with a wet smack. “DECLAN.” You bellow, grabbing his muscular arm and pulling him towards you. “Get out, Rupert. I’m so sorry, but just go home.” You shake your hands frantically as Rupert pulls himself from the floor and ushers himself out, clutching his face in agony.

“What the fuck are you playing at?” You scream, voice croaking under the pressure. You push Declan away from you as soon as you hear the front door click. “Ya’ t’ink I’m gonna let him talk about ‘ya like ‘dat? Talk about ‘ya spreadin’ ya’ legs for tha’ CUNT Tony?” Declan matches your enraged tone, pacing around the kitchen table but maintaining eye contact with you. You couldn’t reply to this. He was wildly protective of you — often infuriatingly so, but he could barely stand to see another man so much as look at you. Rupert’s joke was way too far.

“My job is turnin’ me into a fuckin’ laughin’ stock, you t’ink I’m a joke and you’re wavin’ your fuckin’ arse around in front of Tony.” He howled again, enraging himself with his own words. “Oh, fuck off Declan.” You spit, pushing yourself out of your chair and beginning to abandon the kitchen. “Don’t walk away from me.” He tuts, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. “Don’t fucking touch me.” You scream and the words can barely leave your mouth — a pathetic mixture of anger and despair. “I am fucking sick of you!” You immediately regret the words as Declan’s top lip curls in vexation. Oh fuck.

•

He hurtles towards you, pushing you towards the wall and almost taking you off of your feet. You close an eye, internally preparing yourself for the crescendo of noise he is about to create. Instead, he collides his lips onto yours, grunting in annoyance as his tongue pushes his way into your mouth. Feeling yourself melt under his touch, Declan’s hand rides under your blouse, ripping it off from the inside and exposing your bare chest — perky breasts wobbling with the force and nipples hard from arousal. The bristles of his moustache send a quiver down your spine as he kisses down your chest before taking your left nipple into his mouth: swirling around the pink bud and sucking it softly. A stifled whimper escapes your lift as you lift your hand to his trousers, rubbing across his hardening bulge.

“Bend over.” Declan demands, pulling away from you and pushing you gently towards the dining table. Hesitantly, you do as you’re told and bend over the table, skirt riding up your thighs. Not that it matters too much, as it was promptly yanked down, exposing your bare arse to the man that owned it. Running his rough hand across the right cheek, Declan smacked it firmly, the harsh noise of skin on skin reverberating across the room. “Ya’ do know I’m gonna have ta’ punish ya’.” He growled, readying his hand for another firm smack. “Mhm hmm.” You whisper, nodding your head, consenting softly. Another unyielding smack made you yelp with aching pressure — a reddened hand print beginning to take form. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, lowering himself to your level and biting firmly into your arse, pleasure taking control of his entire conscience. You keep your eyes firmly pressed shut, awaiting the next smack. Instead, you chomp down on your lip as you hear Declan’s zipper, and the subsequent sound of his trousers dropping to the ground.

“Do ya’ want it?” The Irishman questioned, teasing your slick entrance with the head of his painfully erect cock. You could feel yourself practically dripping as he placed a firm hand onto your waist. “Yes…” You breathlessly moan, pushing yourself towards him, aching to feel his girth inside you. “Yes, what?” He growled. “Yes… Daddy.” You whimper once more, desperation overtaking you.

“Good girl.” Declan praised, and pushed the full length of his cock into you, but thrusted slowly in and out. “Oh, fuck.” You wail, as the walls of your vagina grip him like a vice, already aching with the girth of his dick. “Ya’ like that? Do I feel good stretchin’ ya’ out?” He asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and increasing his tempo with every wet smack of your arse against his pelvis. Eyes rolling back in ecstasy, teeth firmly planted into your bottom lip, mind fuzzy — you must definitely cannot muster a reply. “Tell me, girl. Tell me how good I feel inside ya’.” He asks again, hand reaching under to stroke your clit, coaxing you even closer to orgasm. Declan lolled his head back, pumping harder inside you as his fingers worked their rugged magic. “So fucking good, Daddy.” You manage to muster a reply.

“Ya’ so fuckin’ wet. Wrapped around my cock. Look at ya’ bouncin’ on my dick like a good fuckin’ whore.” Your lover groaned under your heat as he pounded into you, but the tension twisting inside your stomach was too much to bare. “Dec..Declan, I’m gonna…” You begin, but you feel him pull out in preparation.

The repetitive pounding of his enlarged cock on your g-spot left you in a dazed mess as you squirted onto the kitchen floor, legs trembling insanely throughout your orgasm. Declan watched the obscene mess he’d created with a terrible smirk on his face, full of adoration. “Good girl,” He affirmed again, “Look at the mess you’ve made for Daddy. Fuckin’ good girl.” He thrusted into you again, tempo increasing, hungry for his own release. “Are ya’ gonna let me cum inside ya?’ He asked, but he needn’t. You were already pleading with him to fill you with his seed. You needed to feel his hot, sweet cum inside of you.

“Please. I need it, Daddy. Please fill me up.” You begged, feeling Declan’s cock twitching inside you. The gratifying groans leaving his mouth prompted you to reach under your legs and stroke his cum-filled balls, luring him to ecstasy. “Fuck. Get ready, princess. I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.”

Bracing yourself to feel his warmth inside you, you kept your hands wrapped round his balls whilst pushing your arse into him, goading him to go faster. Spurts of hot cum covered the walls of your pussy, each rope accompanied with a pleasurable groan — absolute music to your ears. “Ahh, fuck.” Declan murmured, pulling his cock from your pussy and pausing for a moment to watch a droplet of his seed drip from your walls.

“Well done, my girl. You’ve fuckin’ milked me dry.” He chuckled to himself, slapping your arse once more playfully and huffing to himself.

[chenlezip]

lets make this real ♡

⤷ summary : you and haechan had been fake dating for a couple months but what he didn't expect was that he had fallen for you..

warnings : smut under the cut, cursing, bit of a jealous haechan? idk.. just enjoy <3

haechan could not believe it. he had fallen for you - a girl who he never had interest in - you were marks closest friend and saw his chance to use you to get someone jealous by fake dating. it had backfired on him though. "shit.." he cursed under his breath as he saw you just across the room at the party talking with his friends.

you looked outstanding - hair curled and full of volume, makeup done prettily and smoothly and your outfit.. a tight dress that showed off all your curves in the right places. he couldn't stand the sight of mark laughing and joking on with you but it's not like he could do anything - you were just fake dating.

he downed a shot that he had poured for himself a couple minutes prior, hoping the alcohol would clear his head a bit but it didn't help, it just made matters worse. he felt a pang of jealousy course through him and he just chuckled to himself.. why was he getting jealous? he seriously couldn't have feelings for you right?

finally he couldn't take it anymore, and he found himself sauntering over to where you were standing with mark and the others. as he approached, he plastered a fake smile on his face, trying to act like he wasn't feeling anything at all. "how's it going with you guys?" he asked.

"'s good hyuck," you replied with that nickname... the nickname you decided on calling him to make things feel more official. "good." he forced out a response, trying not to keep his eyes glued to yours for too long so the others didn't catch on but mark could tell.

mark raised a brow at haechan, "you wanna join us?" he questioned, inviting the latter to party with them since he kept avoiding them ever since they walked in. "yeah, sure."

after a while of partying, things had soon died down. you and the boys just got back into the dorms and you were all pretty tipsy.. some went to bed, some went straight to the living room and chucked themselves on the couch. you sat in the kitchen, nursing a cup of water. you received a text.

you've never felt more nervous in your life. you look up and see haechan walking to his room, leaving the door a pinch open. "fuck.." you mumble as you get up and walk into his room.

haechan sat on his bed, looking at you walking in and closing the door behind you. "do you not reciprocate my feelings?" he asked. he got up, edging closer before you were stuck against his door. he locked it, meeting your gaze. "speak up then."

"i.. i do but-" "but what? there is no butts. i never expected to end up liking you after fake dating but i couldn't help myself.. you're mesmerising, you know everything about me in and out, seeing you dressed like that for this party just made me want to call this fake dating shit over and have you as mine officially. lets make this real."

he snaked a hand on your hip, gripping tightly as he pulled you flush against him. "i don't know how much more i can take - you're so inviting.."

"hyuck- fuck.." you whisper as you grab his chin and force him to face you. "i like you too.. i only agreed to fake date because i wanted a chance with you even if it was because you wanted another girls attention."

thats all it took for him to press his lips harshly against yours, it turned messy and sloppy quickly, his hands moving up and down the sides of your body. he moved you to his bed, pushing you down gently and getting inbetween your legs. he left soft open mouthed kisses to thighs, moving up and up before stopping just before your obviously soak stained panties. "can i?" he asked as he looked up at you with lazy eyes - they were lust filled.

"mhm.." you hum out as you look at him, clenching around nothing. he smirked and moved a hand to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down tantalisingly slow. as soon as they were off, he attached his lips to your mound and started licking a stripe up your cunt. "ah.." you whimper as you felt him moving the pace and you were soon arching your back and grabbing his head, shoving him closer.. his nose pressed against your vulva.

"fuck- fuck, hyuck.. ngh, you feel so good.." you moaned out as you felt your stomach tightening. you threw your head back as your orgasm came crashing down on you. your legs shook and you swore you could see stars. haechan was still lapping at your pussy, riding you through your orgasm.

"w-want you so bad, hyuck.. please," you grabbed his hair and pulled him up face to face with you. haechan smiled smugly, "do you princess? want my cock so bad? my mouth wasn't enough?" he teased.

you grew red in the face, "need all of you.." you mumble as you start unbuckling his bed. he just let you, his eyes wandering down as you struggled a little with the belt buckle. "cute.." he muttered as he removed your hands. he shoved his jeans off and his boxers. "condom?" he asked and you nodded, "do you have one?"

haechan got up and reached into his bedside table, grabbing a packet and ripping it open with his teeth. you swore that was the sexiest thing you've seen him do and he just ate you out a couple minutes before.

he placed it on his dick before lining up with your hole, slowly shoving himself in. you both let out a whine, the feeling sending a wave of pleasure. "you're so fucking tight.. no one touch this pussy, huh?" haechan teased as he shoved himself in more, bottoming out once he was all the way inside for a moment. you clench around him, "d-don't tease me.." you whimper.

"baby.." he whispered in your ear as he lay his head on your collarbone. he started moving his hips, gradually getting faster and faster. his bed banging off the walls but he didn't care at this moment in time - he knew the boys were in but they were probably passed out drunk. he needed to fuck you like his life depended on it, you were so tight and so responsive to him. he didn't last long after that - his hips stuttered as he came, loud whines and whimpers exiting his lips. "oh- shit, baby.."

[1800bitchcraft]

If you ever feel up to it, you should write a little ticket with Ford going crazy feral facefucking the reader. Bonus points if he’s in college. Bonus points if it’s his first time getting a blow job.

A/N: This is so fun, I love it! Trying to get back into the swing of things with writing smut, too, and this felt like the perfect way to do it since I could probably get this one banged out pretty quickly, heh. Hope you like it my dear!

CW: blowjobs, first time, bimbo!reader, college!Ford, reader is the aggressor, Ford goes feral, face fucking, think that's it?

!!! MDNI OR ILL GET THE BROOM !!!

Smut below the cut!

Ford's head was pounding.

The house thudded with the music thrumming through its walls, the sounds of a million different conversations overlapping in a raucous cacophony that was sure to give Ford a migraine if the jungle juice in his hand didn't. Fiddleford had abandoned him ages ago, his more social counterpart being dragged away by the first pretty thing that caught his attention. He wasn't envious, no, but he was definitely more than a little put off. After all, it had been his idea to drag Ford out in the first place.

Well, he supposed that wasn't entirely true.

Truthfully, the invitation had come from the unlikliest of places: you. The pretty botany major in his econ class. He'd noticed you immediately the first day of class, how could he not? Always dressed like you were darting off to a photoshoot as soon as classes ended. Heels always at least 5 inches tall, setting you towering over half the people in your class. Curves like a coke bottle, clad in the perfect shades to match your skin tone and long, bouncy curls. Always wearing the shortest skirts or tightest pants Ford had ever seen. He wasn't the only one who noticed, of course. Wherever you went, there seemed to be a small flock of men and women alike, hanging onto your every word that fell from your glossed lips. Long lashes batting as you simpered and all around you, hearts were thudding out of their chests, Ford's included.

Honestly, you were lightyears out of Ford's league, and he knew you wouldn't have the slightest clue who he was. Or, at least, he thought he knew. When he ran into you a few weeks prior, he was surprised to see you stacking books on the back shelves in the library. He was even more surprised when he ran into you, scattering the books in your arms over the floor, and when he knelt down to help gather them, stuttering and stammering apologies, you had only laughed. A bright, warm sound like liquid sunshine and placed one perfectly manicured, soft hand on his arm.

"Don't worry about it, Stanford. Accidents happen," you shrugged lightly at him. Ford could only blink at you, mouth opening and closing dumbly for a few seconds before he found his voice.

"You- you know my name?" You'd laughed again, eyes crinkling in the corners as you smiled.

"Hard not to know the name of the pride and joy of BMU," you teased. Though, unlike when he was usually teased, your voice was warm, and your expression was inviting. Like he was in on the joke with you, instead of just being the butt of it. "Besides, it doesn't hurt that you're real easy on the eyes, too." You winked at him, and he flushed, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish expression.

"Ah- ha," he huffed out a nervous laugh and helped you stack the books back on the cart you were using. You stood close, too close. Enough so that he could smell the warm vanilla and brown sugar of your perfume. You flicked a wayward curl from your face, leaning even closer and looking up at him with a mischievous little smile, a glint in your eyes that made nerves flutter in his belly.

"Hm, looks like I was right," you hummed softly, almost to yourself. He cocked his head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Right about what?" He asked.

"That you're even cuter up close, especially when you blush," you cooed back, not missing a beat. Ford swallowed, his heart and stomach doing flips. You leaned up, tapping the tip of one manicured finger on his nose and giggled, leaning back down to your shorter height. A quick glance down confirmed you were wearing flats, a rarity for you.

"Gosh, you're so tense. D'you ever relax?" You mused, gently leaning against the shelf behind you as your eyes scanned him. He tugged at the collar of his sweater, suddenly feeling far too warm as his eyes darted around nervously.

"W-Well, I guess that depends. I think I do, but my roommate would probably disagree." He chuckled nervously, and you laughed, that mischievous look returning to your face.

"Hmmm.." You hummed thoughtfully, tapping your finger against your chin. Ford squirmed a little under your scrutiny. "How d'you feel about parties, Stanford?"

"Um, just- just Ford is fine. And, uh, I'm not sure. I haven't, um, been to many before. Or any, really." He gave and awkward chuckle then and you gasped excitedly. Eyes lighting up, you turned to rifled in your purse, which had been sitting on one of the lower shelves of the cart. Your skirt rode up and Ford just barely caught the flash of your pink silk covered cunt before he was roving his gaze up to the ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut and frantically trying to banish the image from his mind.

"Oh my gosh, that settles it! One of the guys in my chem class invited me to this party - total frat guy, I'm so not interested - and I wasn't even gonna go but," the sound of tearing paper hit his ears and he opened his eyes again, looking down to see you tearing a piece of paper from the notepad and turning back to face him. "You seem like you could use the opportunity to relax, and I'll definitely go and have a much better time if you're there." You held out the paper to him, eyes wide and hopeful.

"Ah, I don't know," he started slowly, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing away. When he looked back at you, you had visibly deflated. There was a slight puppy-ish quality to your gaze now, and a pout marred your pink glossed lips. You batted your lashes at him and Ford could feel himself beginning to cave when you parted your lips and spoke.

"Please?" That was all it took. Just that one, simple word, simpered out in the most pleading voice you could conjure and he was caving. Blushing and reaching out to take the paper from your grip.

"Yeah, okay," he muttered, and you perked up immediately. He had barely any time to react before you threw your arms around his neck. Hugging him tightly, breasts pressing into his chest from the confines of your too tight top. You were gone as quickly as you came, waving goodbye and telling him you'd see him then and wheeling your cart off to a different section of the library. Leaving Ford standing there, very confused, and only mildly aroused.

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"There you are!" The familiar sound of your perky voice floated to his ears. He turned his head, spotting you in the doorway to the kitchen, and you tottered over to him somewhat unsteadily in your 5-inch pink heels.

"Whoa!" Ford exclaimed as you all but fell into him. Your drink, which was half gone at this point, sloshed up over the sides of your cup. He took it from your hand, setting it aside on an end table. "I think maybe you've had enough," he chuckled and you giggled back at him.

"I swear I'm not drunk!" You laughed, and he smirked. "M'jus' a lil' tipsy! I was startin' t'think you left me here all by myself!" You pouted at the thought, and he laughed again, shoulders shaking.

"Perish the thought," he teased, and you gasped in mock outrage, slapping his chest lightly. You seemed like you might've been about to say something more before your gaze drifted to where your hand rested on his chest. He blushed as you brought your other hand up to join, feeling the muscle beneath the shirt he wore, hidden by his burly frame.

"Oh," you breathed, and it was so soft he might not have heard it if he wasn't already so close to you. "You're- wow, I didn't expect that. Gosh, is it hot in here?" You quickly changed the subject, snatching one hand away and using it to fan yourself, though he noticed you kept one still on his chest. He cleared his throat, blushing so hard now he was sure you'd be able to see it, even in the lowlight of the crowded room.

"Ah, yeah. Ahem! S'a little warm," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and deliberately not looking at you. It was because of this that he didn't notice your eyes roaming over him or the way you bit your lower lip slightly. Suddenly, he felt the warmth of your hand in his, tangling your fingers together, and you were marching off determinedly, tugging him insistently behind you. Even though he was bigger than you and could've easily shaken you off, the thought didn't cross his mind for a second. Not even when you pulled him up the stairs, hunting through the doors that lined the upstairs hallway until you found an open one, peeking inside to see it was empty and pulling him in behind you. You bumped it closed with your hip, and suddenly, the noise outside was muted. Seeming softer and far away. Ford's heart started to pound in his chest. You turned to him, back pressed against the door and looked at him through your lashes.

"Sorry about that," you murmured, not seeming sorry in the slightest. "There were too many people around, I just... wanted to be alone with you," you admitted and shrugged one shoulder as if that wasn't an earth shattering revelation.

"Me?" He repeated. "Why me?" Your brow furrowed adorably, plump lips twisting in a firm pout.

"Why?" You parroted back, sounding perplexed and almost... irritated that he would ask. He nodded slowly, sheepishly, feeling as if he'd done something wrong and praying he hadn't. "You can't be serious, Ford, I mean- look at you!" You gestured to him as if that would answer everything, and Ford's brow merely furrowed, confusion marring his features.

"I'm... not following," he admitted softly. You stared at each other then, staying like that for a few moments before you huffed a laugh.

"Oh gosh, you really don't know, do you?" You murmured, and he swallowed thickly. Your indignant pout had been replaced by a sultry smirk, eyes still glassy with alcohol but you weren't out of it by any means. You al but prowled towards him, and, instinctively, Ford walked back until his knees hit the bed. "Well, let me teach you something, yeah?" You murmured, planting your hands on his chest. You stared up at him, not moving or speaking, and belatedly, Ford realized you were waiting for him. He swallowed and nodded. When you merely raised a brow, he cleared his throat, lips parting.

"Yes, please," he said finally, all but begging. You smirked, triumphant, and then pushed at his chest. Ford went willingly, falling back onto the bed with a soft oof. He had no time to react, however, because you were quickly crawling into his lap. Tugging your tight skirt up until it bunched around your hips, not wanting it to tear as you straddled thick, burly thighs. You draped your arms over his shoulders, leaning in so close your lips were just a hair away from each other.

"Don't be shy," you cooed. "I want you to touch me." As if to emphasize your point, you grabbed his hands and brought them up to rest on your thighs. He hesitated a moment, then slowly slid them up and around, grabbing handfuls of the heart-shaped curve of your ass like he'd been dreaming of since you'd bent over in front of him in the library. He was rewarded with your soft, pretty moan, and Ford wished he could live in that sound.

"Stanford?" You murmured then, snapping his attention back to you but you were staring, instead, at his parted lips.

"Yes?" He answered, tongue darting out to swipe across them. Your eyes tracked the movement. He shivered as he felt your nails glide gently over his skin, stroking through the hair at the base of his neck.

"Have you ever," you paused for a moment. "Kissed someone?" He swallowed thickly, mouth going dry.

"No," he answered after a moment. You hummed thoughtfully, and he could feel your finger tracing idle patterns across the back of his neck.

"Do you want to?" You murmured finally, somehow drifting even closer without kissing him just yet. He couldn't hold back the groan that rumbled in his chest, hands squeezing at your ass.

"God, yes," he groaned, and you giggled softly. Suddenly, he was kissing you. Your soft lips pressed to his, slightly sticky still with the remnants of your lip gloss. He followed your lead, sinking into the feel of you pressed against him. The way you curled your fingers around the back of his neck and held him there, like you were scared he might pull away. He wanted to tell you there was no way in hell he would, but that would've required him to stop. So, instead, he simply settled for tugging you closer. Your hips fitting against his as you settled your cunt over his rapidly hardening erection.

You broke away then, unable to help it as a soft, panting moan ripped itself from your lips. Watching you closely, Ford's hands moved to grip the fat of your hips, tugging gently at them until you were rocking yourself along his cock. Your nails dug into his skin slightly, and he hissed, the soft, biting pain making his cock twitch against you. He kept rocking your hips into his, unwilling to relinquish the sound of your soft, panting breaths until the urge to kiss you grew to be too much again. He surged forward, settling his mouth over yours and dipping his tongue to coax yours into a wet glide. The kiss turned messy, and that only seemed to spur you on more. You could feel him under you, the shape of his cock where it was tugged against your damp panties making you shiver. You wanted, no, needed to see him. Now.

Ford only had a moment to mourn the loss of your weight in his lap before you were sliding down to your knees on the floor. He blinked down at you, dazed, pink smears of your lipgloss across his mouth. Your hands touched his knees, applying just a little bit of pressure to have them spreading wide. Giving you ample room to crawl just that little bit forward. Your eyes practically glittered with your excitement, fingers creeping towards the button of his pants before Ford was stopping you with a hand over yours.

"What-" his voice was hoarse. He swallowed. Jaw clenching, throat working. Then tried again. "What are you doing?" You looked up at him then, the picture of innocence as you batted your lashes at him. The sight of you there, perched on your knees between his legs, was anything but.

"I wanna see you," you said softly, as if it were that simple. Ford swallowed again, cheeks heating up.

"You- you don't have to-"

"Tch." You scoffed. Rolled your eyes and looked back at him with a devious little smirk. "I know that, silly," you murmured. Slowly, almost like an afterthought, you let one pink polished finger slide down his zipper. Just tracing its path between his legs. Ford inhaled sharply through his nose. "But I want to." Again, your lashes fluttered so sweetly. Your finger veered left, and suddenly, you were tracing over the ridge of him where he sat achingly hard in his pants. Ford watched your eyes dart downwards to where your finger lay. Watched your pupils dilate, your pretty plump lips fall open as your breath hitched. He could feel himself twitch under your scrutiny, and if the soft, barely there whimper you let out was anything to go by, you saw it too. Ford inhaled, tried to gather himself before speaking.

"I- it's not that I don't want to, it's just- I've never, um," he cleared his throat nervously. His hands fell to grip at his pant legs over his knees, bunching the fabric. You saw the struggle he was clearly having, and your heart ached. You figured he wasn't used to being pursued, but seeing how he acted now, you realized it had to run much, much deeper than that.

"Stanford?" You intoned softly. Reaching out to grab one of his hands and hold it to your cheek. When you had his attention again, you turned and pressed a kiss to his palm. "Wanna know a secret?" Ford raised a brow and nodded. Grinning, you let your hands rest on his knees again, sliding up and to the side so your fingers glided up his inner thighs. Ford cradled your cheek in his hand still, feeling it tethered him even as the sensation of your wicked fingers gliding dangerously towards his cock unmoored him. "I've wanted to get on my knees for you ever since classes started," you said finally, voice lowered almost conspiratorially. You chose that moment to glide your hand up so that your palm rolled over the head of his cock, a delicious friction and slide that had his head dropping back.

"Fuuuuuck," he huffed, unable to keep himself quiet for much longer. The noise you let out was needy, and he tipped his head forward to look at you again. Your eyes shone in the lowlight, a soft, pleading pout on your lips.

"God, y'sound so pretty. I can make it better, y’know, I want to. Please, Stanford? M'dyin' for it," you shifted, and it was a moment before he realized you were clenching your thighs together. The realization made him groan, and he shifted the hand on your cheek to stroke his thumb along your bottom lip.

"Yes, fuck, yes please," he said finally. Eagerly, you popped the button and zipper of his pants, tugging them down just far enough so that you could pull him free from his boxers.

"God, you really are a slut," he mumbled, though there was no heat or bite to his words. Nothing but warmth and fondness. You hummed softly in agreement, lips parting over just the tip of his thumb, tongue flicking over it curiously. Your fingers crept back up towards the button and zipper of his pants, eyes looking to him questioningly. Ford sighed, slipping his thumb free of your mouth as he slid his fingers back into your hair.

Oh. Oh, God.

You were staring. You knew you were, but you couldn't help it. You figured he was probably packing, most quiet guys were, but this? This was.. ridiculous.

He had to be at least 8.5 inches, maybe 9, and curved to the right in a way that you knew would have his pretty pink tip skating over all your sweetspots. He was thick, too. Your fingertips just barely touched as you wrapped your hand around him. He was cut, which gave you ample opportunity to ogle every inch of him and boy, did you. Ford had opened his mouth to say something, maybe gently chide you for staring, when all that came out was a strangled groan as you chose that moment to lean forward and slide the flat of your tongue over his slit, curling it slight so the tip dug into and slid over the sensitive divot that ran through his head and to his tip.

"Ohhh-" he huffed, falling to rest back on his forearms. His hand left your hair, and you barely noticed, preoccupied as you were with your new favorite activity. It wasn't gone for long, anyway. As your lips slid over the head of his cock, tongue sliding down and coating him in a thin sheen of saliva and oh, fuck, did you have a tongue piercing? His hand flew back to your head, fingers sliding and tangling into your curls. The slight pain as he tugged on them only made you wetter, and you moaned around his cock.

You sucked him off with a will and a passion, messy, sloppy slurping noises blanketing the room, interspersed with Ford's moans and grunts. His thigh twitched under your hand as you slid your fingers up, fondling his balls and stroking gently over that sensitive patch of skin just behind them in a way that had Ford jerking in your hold. His cock twitched, another messy spurt of precum lathering your taste buds as you moaned, sucking him down happily. His hand in your hair tightened, and he barely registered the force he used to push your head down, hips bucking. He shouted a moan, throwing a hand over his mouth to muffle himself, when he felt his cock slid down your throat.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm- shit, m'sorry couldn't help it you feel- oh god, you feel so good, mouth is fucking perfect," he babbled and you squeezed your thighs together. He sounded fucked out. Voice low and hoarse, edged with just the barest hint of a whine. God, it was so hot. His grip in your hair loosened and you whimpered, pulling off of him with a soft pop!

"No," you whined, looking up at him with eyes glassy with tears, and that shouldn't have made him twitch like it did. "No, please, I want it. Use me, Ford, please? Promise I won't break. I just want you to feel good." You fluttered your lashes at him, letting his cock rest against your cheek as you planted wet, messy kisses down his shaft. He sighed shakily, renewing his grip in your hair. He wanted to be a stronger man, he did, but how could he when you begged for him so sweetly?

"A-Alright, just dig your nails into my thigh if it's too much, okay? Don't wanna hurt you." You nodded quickly, eagerly, and settled back on your heels. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue just enough so that he could see the little silver ball sitting in the middle of it. You guided him so that his tip sat on your tongue, pink and oozing precum that coated your taste buds. Using your hair as a handle, he tugged you forward. Just enough to have his tip sliding across that silver ball in the middle of your tongue. His toes curled, back arching slightly as the pleasure sparked along his nerves. He breathed out a heavy groan and kept you like that for a few minutes at least. Seemingly content to just bask in the sensation of that slick little piercing stroking back and forth along the sensitive divot in the head of his cock.

Your lashes fluttered, and your thoughts went soft and hazy. Lulled by the sensation of Ford's strong fingers in your hair, guiding you along his cock like a toy. You shuddered at the thought, an involuntary whine leaving you and vibrating into him. His hips jerked, a choked moan leaving his lips as he sank into the tight clench of your throat just barely. You sputtered around him, and obscenely sloppy, wet noise leaving you as you choked just a little on the intrusion. You looked up at him and locked eyes, and Ford felt you relaxed in his hold. He slid deeper and felt your throat clench around him reflexively. He didn't know what happened, really, but he guessed he just... snapped.

"God, you're so- so fucking pretty," he stammered. Pretty, kiss bitten lips were wrenched open by the moan that tumbled from his lips. He held your hair tightly, ensuring you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to, and pulled you further down onto his cock. Your answering moan vibrated into him, and he swore. "Fuck! God, yes, so fuckinfg pretty n'such- such a perfect - tight, god so tight - lil' throat just- fuck just look at you."

His voice had gone low and almost growly, and it made you embarrassingly wet. Your panties were ruined now. They had to be. And if his voice didn't do it, the way he was fucking your throat would have. Harsh, sudden snaps of his hips as he used his grip on your hair to meet his every thrust. Obscene slick, sucking noises bubbling from your open maw that, really, would've made a pornstar blush. Tears streaked down your cheeks, but still, you didn't ask him to stop. He waited for the bite of your nails in his thigh, but it never came. Instead, you seemed to lean into it. You looked dazed, almost dreamy, as he used your throat, and it was bringing his orgasm hurtling forward faster than he wanted it to.

"Oh fuck, fuck, I'm gonna- where- where d'you-?" He tried to stammer out his question but couldn't. You seemed to understand, though. But instead of demanding he pull away, you sucked at him harder. Tongue flicking over whatever part of him you could reach, desperate little moans vibrating around his cock.

"Oh god, y'really are a lil slut, huh?" He huffed, amazed and horrifically turned on. He groaned, eyes squeezing shut as the frantic, brutal pace of his hips stuttered. Thrusts turning messy and uncoordinated. "Oohhh- Oh fuck, if y'want it so bad then take it- take it, take it, take it." And take it you did. If he'd been looking, he might've seen the almost gleeful glimmer in your eyes as you felt him twitch and throb on your tongue. Once, then twice, then suddenly he was spilling down your throat. Cumming so hard his back bowed and he seemed barely able to breathe. His eyes crossed behind his lids, and his toes curled, feeling like you'd sucked the soul out of him.

You swallowed, of course, happily. Looking very much like the cat who got the cream as Ford flopped back onto the bed, breathless and desperately hoping this wasn't some elaborate wet dream.

"Well, I'm certainly wet, but this is not a dream, big boy," you giggled from your place on the floor, and Ford blushed when he realized he said that out loud. He moved to sit back up, to look at you, but you beat him to it. Standing on shaky legs and crawling into his lap, not before you'd stripped off your skirt, however. Now clad in only your tank top and lacy pink panties, you grinned down at him.

"Please... please tell me that is not a one-time thing," he panted, and you giggled. Trailing along manicured finger down his heaving chest.

"Oh, sweetie. I'm just gettin' started."

[evie-sturns]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

summary: it's your special day, your 20th birthday! chris hasn't given you a present all day, and nothing seems to be going to plan, but he makes up for it later.

contains: public sex, smut, fluff, soft dom!chris, swearing, crying.

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8:54am

i wake up to chris planting kisses all over my face, a stupid grin painted across his face.

"chriss.." i groan, rubbing my eyes as i sit up in our double bed.

"happy birthday!!" he says, pulling me by my arms up onto the floor, im so unstable i stumble over.

my birthday has always been my favorite day of the year, everyones attention were on me, it was just going to be a stress-free day with my friends, my boyfriend and his brothers.

"shit." chris says, picking me back up, holding me in a bridal position. "you excited!!" he says, placing me back down on my feet

"love you chris." i smile, walking over to the wardrobe and pulling out the outfit ive had planned for days.

ive known chris for 11 years, he was my bestfriend until 1 year ago, when he became my boyfriend.

i strip off my pyjamas, leaving me revealed as i scramble through the shelves to find underwear.

i feel chris's eyes laying on me, "you feel elderly yet?" he says, breaking the comfortable silence.

i scoff "very."

"you look good for how old you are" chris jokes, walking over to my side.

i see his hand reach out, but he pauses instantly when the door rattles. "y/n!" i hear nick call out, i can hear the smile on his face.

"im butt naked right now nick, ill be out in a few!" i call out, chris shakes his head with a grin painted across his face.

"gross." i hear nick say back, slightly quieter this time.

"nick its 9 in the morning what do you take me for!" i say, pulling up my skirt, and readjusting my tanktop. i get on my toes, planting a kiss on chris's nose before unlocking the door.

im met with nick, a bunch of balloons in hand with matt standing next to him. their face light up as they see me.

"you're looking kinda wrinkly.." matt says, pulling me into a hug.

"do i actually look old cause you're the second person to point out my 'aging'" i ask, nick handing me the balloons

-

12:06pm

nick, matt, chris, madi, nate and i have been hanging around the sturniolos house for the day, i've spent the majority of the morning laughing, until a pile of wrapped presents from my friends appears in front of me.

i open them all, thanking whoever gifted it to me with a hug.

chris doesn't give me one though?

i brush it off, maybe he just forgot.

to make things worse, ive just been told madi and nate were both scheduled to leave at 1, both needing to go to nates final ice hockey game, which the sturniolos and i were going to skip.

"oh fuck, we better go madi." nate says, jumping up off the couch and grabbing his keys. madi's sighs before leaning down, squeezing me in a hug. my heart sinks a little, today was meant to be a day with my friends.

"love you y/n, we'll update you about what happens later!" they call out before the door swings shut.

-

ive been sitting on my bed for 2 hours, scrolling aimlessly on my phone as chris sits on the other side of the room at his desk in silence, the faint clicking noise from his keyboard filling the room.

today was meant to be perfect.

i feel my throat dry up as i let out a shaky breath.

ive never cried on my birthday, i've always been too distracted to even think about getting upset, but now, when today has just felt normal, the tears are building up.

i mean, it hasnt been a bad day. its just been too regular.

i feel a few tears fall down my cheeks as i stare at chris's back.

i try my best to stay silent, but a broken sob exits my mouth, i slam a hand over my lips. chris's head snaps back to look at me, his face drops. "oh shit.." chris mumbles before speed-walking over to me, throwing himself down onto the bed to face me.

the tears won't stop now, even with my failed attempts to make excuses up to chris.

"sweetheart please don't cry." chris says softly, holding me in a tight hug as my eyes dampen his shoulder. "talk to me gorgeous, i know you love your birthday you shouldn't be crying yeah?"

"i dont know.." i say in between sobs, chris stays silent, he knows im lying.

"i just wanted it to be perfect.." i sniff, chris rubs my back.

"can i show you something..?" chris says awkwardly, pulling away from the hug. my eyebrows furrow, "okay..?" i say. chris grabs my hands, pulling me up out of bed. he leans down and grabs a sweater from the floor, putting it on my body before taking my hand again.

he walks us downstairs in silence, he seems nervous. chris opens the front door, we walk towards his car and he opens the door to let me in. "ladys first.." he says, trying to lighten the mood.

-

we've been driving for about 3 minutes before chris breaks the silence, "i was meant to take you here later but.. you know." he says, tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.

i nod, chris accelerates slightly as we drive up a hill, we suddenly come to a halt. chris clears his throat, as he turns off the car.

we're parked in a small parking lot on top of a hill, theres trees directly infront of us, the sunset just peeking through the leaves. chris grabs my hand gently, "uh chris?" i ask, he just kisses my lips "shh."

we go through the trees until we they stop, my jaw drops, theres a small picnic blanket, some flowers layed on it along with a note.

its the same spot where me and chris kissed eachother for the first time, 4 years ago.

chris has never been the romantic type, he finds it 'yuck' apparently.

"chris oh my god.." i say, chris is fidgeting with the ties of his sweatpants. i sit down on the picnic blanket, with a groan chris sits down next to me.

"i think this is the sweetest thing anyones done for me.." i say, wrapping my arms around him.

chris shakes his head "shut upp..." he smiles.

"no seriously, i might cry again right now."

"don't you dare." chris says with a small laugh.

a comfortable silence grows between us as the sunsets, i break it after a few minutes.

"we should fuck."

"what?" chris says, his head snapping round to look at me.

"no just think about it, 4 years ago we had our first kiss here, so we should hook up here!" i say, concealing my laugh.

"i meannn whatever you want" chris says, trying not to seem as eager as he actually is.

i pull off my shirt, discarding it on the picnic blanket. theres trees behind us, and a cliff infront of us, its pretty private.

chris helps my shorts off, before laying me down softly on my back, he places his hoodie down under my head as a pillow. "you comfy?" he asks, spreading my legs open wider. i nod, chris pulls down his sweatpants and boxers in one motion, his erection springing out.

he smiles, holding my waist with two hands and lining himself up with me, "ready?" he asks, maintaining eye contact. "very." i smile back.

chris presses his tip inside of me, i stretch around his size, reaching out a hand, chris grabs my it.

he finally pushes the whole way into me, a desperate moan escapes my mouth. "such a pretty noise yeah?" chris says, his voice hoarse as he starts to thrust into me, his tip brushing my cervix each time.

strings of moans and whimpers exit my mouth as i squeeze his hand tighter, chris keeps a firm grip on my waist. "so so good for me, squeezing my dick so well." chris groans.

with each thrust, the knot in my stomach becomes tighter, i arch my back off the picnic blanket, "fuck chris oh my god." i yell, "cum for me gorgeous, can feel you clenching..." he says, stumbling over his words.

with a scream of his name the knot in my stomach snaps, chris pulls out, painting my stomach with white streaks. "g-..good girl." chris says, flopping down next to me on the blanket.

-

we've been laying here for the past hour, laughing, talking and watching the moon. the summer air is warm on my bare body, we both couldnt be bothered to get changed just yet.

"you know.." chris says, running a hand through his hair.

"hm?" i ask, looking over to see his face, which is barely illuminated.

"we should make this a traditon, ya know? birthday sex."

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i really liked writing this, thank you for the request babe

[hvnsinureyes]

𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎. . . | austin reaves

request | “beggingggggggg for reader and drunk!austin after the lakers win the championship and he goes a little too hard on the celebrations”

warnings | nsfw— austin is a munchh, both parties r having consensual sex!!

author’s note | arghhh i’m so happy i got this request…i hope i got this right bc idk why my first thought was smut (i need him so bad)

BY THE TIME YOU REACH THE BATHROOM, purple and gold confetti stuck in your hair, austin is on you like a clingy baby. hands roaming over whatever skin he can touch, lips kissing yours sloppily. he corners you against the wall, stumbling as his palms glide down to the round of your butt. “austin!” you chastise him, surprised at his neediness. earlier he wasn’t this bold.

before this, you were having a conversation with another lakers wag, until austin grabbed your arm and dragged you away— not even excusing himself or anything. just walking straight into the bathroom, ignoring all the “congratulations” hurled at him, and closing it shut. “what has gotten into you?”

“i need you,” he murmured against your skin. “i-i’m so fuckin’ horny.”

“you’re so fucking drunk, actually.”

“i had 4 shots, max.” sure, totally. you open your mouth to protest once again, but he interrupts you, with his stupidly sweet voice.

“c’mon…” he whispers. he grabs your jaw, making you look into his hazy eyes. he’s flustered, like how he gets red after playing for too long. “your baby’s a champion now. you gonna deny the champion what he wants?” you snort at him referring to himself as “the champion”, but austin’s dead serious about taking off your pants.

he pulls down your panties, clothes pooling around your ankles, lowering his knees to the ground— you can hear muffled shouts and the pop! of champagne outside, but austin doesn’t give a single damn. he prefers this way of celebrating more. he looks up at you with a lazy grin, proud as he says, “oh, i see she’s missed me too. don’t even need to prep ‘er.”

“you’ve got jokes, huh— oh, fuck.” austin’s fingers enter inside of you, pressing against that one spot that makes you go crazy. you feel so full— unable to think properly as his fingers motion in and out.

“that’s what got me a shot with you, ain’t it?” one thing about austin is that he never shuts up. he talks you through the whole thing, even when his fingers bury deep into your pussy, practically squelching around him. “god, i need a taste,” he breathes out. “can i? please hun?” he knows he doesn’t have to ask, but does anyway to get under your skin. just another way to tease you, to hear you beg because being wanted by you is better than any party or celebration.

“yes, yes!” you cry out, head dropping back to the wall. moans tumble out of your bruised lips, tugging on austin’s hair as he sucks on your clit. that accompanied with the quickened pace of his digits, your legs tremble in pure pleasure, damn near ready to give out beneath you. the nerves in your body burn— unable to keep in the overwhelming pleasure leaving you. "aww, you must be close. gotta be, the way you're squirming," he murmurs, tone dripping with amusement. you shoot him a glare, sharp and filled with frustration— it only makes his smile deepen.

his words aren’t enough to distract you from what you’re feeling, a rush of pure heat overtaking your body. it’s too much, overbearingly so, making you sob as you moan austin’s name. the hand that once held your hips against the wall, now gently intertwines with yours, offering stability through the overwhelming pleasure. your orgasm crashes over you in waves, but austin doesn’t let up, sinfully slurping every drop up as you whimper above him.

despite your world being completely rocked, the party goes on, bass thumping throughout the bathroom. you pray the music masked the noises from the bathroom, not wanting a repeat of last time, regaining your senses as you come down from your high. austin pulls away from your thighs, lips glossy with your release. his southern accent comes out even thicker this time, low and rough.

“i think the champion wants another round.”

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

(cw: age gap 25/41, nsfw, mdni, sloppy oral, biting/marking, rough sex. bad german pickup lines)

continuing the part before: visiting his humble abode

Hanging off König’s shoulder.

There honestly isn’t a better place to be, except for maybe right under him. My fingers dig into his back, holding onto him, even though I am secure on his shoulder. He carries me up the stairs easily, I don’t even hear him panting a little harder. And the view on his ass is delicious. I want to pinch it. Or smack it.

My intrusive thoughts win, I stretch down and the palm of my hand collides with his behind, even making a little sound, while I giggle.

“Stop it.” Another spank onto my butt, his hand staying there this time. “It was my plan to show you the whole house first, and then take you to my bedroom…”, he grumbles, but amusement comes through in his voice. “But I should’ve known that you and your bratty ass are not gonna adhere to such an arrangement.” He squeezes my asscheek, his fingers lingering a bit longer, and even that sends a shiver down my spine.

“I just wanted to know if the king had a king-sized bed, I swear.”, I joke, stifling back a laugh.

“Aha.”, he drawls skeptically. “And that’s all?”

“Yep.”, I answer, knowing full well that I know and he knows, that that is in fact not all.

It’s just a few steps from the top of the stairs to the bedroom, when I hear the click of a door and then the light switch. He enters the room and I crane my neck, all nosily, trying to look around. The bedframe, sturdy dark wood, and some bedsheets is all I see before he lifts me from his shoulder again.

“Well, your wish is my command, Prinzesserl.”, he says, the last word sounding a lot like ‘princess’. “I do indeed have a king-sized bed.”

He sets me down on the mattress, lying me down more carefully than I would have liked, to be honest. I look up – and I’m staring back at myself, strewn on the soft sheets. My mouth falls open.

“You have a mirror on your ceiling?”, I ask incredulously. It’s an unnecessary question because – well, I can see that he does have a fucking mirror on the ceiling.

“I do.” He smiles, looking up as well. “You can cover it up, if you don’t wanna watch yourself sleep, but I thought it would be fun for other horizontal activities that don’t involve any actual sleep.”

My breath halts in my throat as I think about his insinuation and unholy images flood my mind. Me riding him, only held up by his arms, while he makes me look up, his hand around my throat. His body strewn over mine, the long strands of his hair cascading down his tattooed back, his huge stature moving with his thrusts. Him sitting back on his knees, spreading my legs wide, so I can see how he’s pounding into me in the mirror above.

“What, nothing to say now, Kleine?” His deep soft voice pulls me out of my little daydream, smirking down at me. And I just shake my head. “Didn’t think I would ever see you speechless.”, he continues teasing me.

I sit back up, looking up at him, which has me craning my head back with the way he is towering over me. “I’m not, look, full sentences are coming out my mouth.”

He smirks at me. “I can see that.” He comes a bit closer still, his hand gripping my chin softly, his thumb strokes over my lower lip, pulling it down a little bit. “So, it’s not just good for mouthing off at me, huh?”

Instead of an answer, my tongue darts out, licking the pad of his thumb. My mouth closing around it, softly sucking once, releasing the digit with a pop. “No.” All the messages I sent him this morning about wanting to suck his dick flood the forefront of my mind.

His gaze darkens, while the smirk widens. For a moment, it seems like we’re suspended in time, then we move even faster. He pulls off his shirt and I do the same, also getting rid of my bra. He helps me with my pants, and when they’re finally on the floor, his hand moves to his belt, opening it, but I softly coax them away, taking over, while I scramble to sit on my legs until I am kneeling in front of him.

Opening the button, lowering the zipper. And instead of the boxershorts I expected, like the ones I saw on the photos he sent this morning – I’m greeted by his hard dick.

Damn. He isn’t wearing any underwear.

I look up at him, being met with a cocky grin.

“Allzeit bereit.”, he comments.

“What?” I can’t hide my confusion.

“’Be prepared’, the scout motto, you know.”, he explains, like that is some common knowledge.

“Uh-huh? So, you’re always prepared for a blowjob?”, I ask him, tauntingly, pulling up one eyebrow. My hands still rest at his zipper, my fingers twitching to finally touch him.

“Well, no, but after all the talking about how you would take me in your mouth this morning...”, he answers, the cockiness not faltering.

“Then why are we still talking about the scout motto, big guy?”, I ask him, a little challenge in my voice.

His reaction is a little sway forward, until the tip rests against my mouth. “Are we?”, he asks, the insinuation sending a shiver down my spine.

His piercing drags across my lower lip and my tongue darts out to lick it. The groan dropping from his throat, the low gravelly sound, makes me do it again. Teasing his tip, until his hips are rutting forward on their own and I drop my jaw, slowly trying to fit more of him into my mouth. I close my lips around his thickness, softly sucking on him.

Pulling back again. Gripping the base of his cock with my hand as I press kisses on it, softer than he probably would have liked. He’s squirming a little bit under my touches, his fingers coasting through my hair, moving it out of my face.

I look up at him meeting his eyes, continuing the teasing touches, until he pushes himself inside my hot wet mouth again.

“Look up.”, he says, pointing at the ceiling. And my eyes turn up further, my neck straining back.

The picture mirrored back to me is pornographic, to say the least.

We’re both looking up at the ceiling, my face turned up, my back and ass fully on display, my legs tucked under it, with the way I’m sitting in front of him. His hand at the back of my neck.

König’s broad chest is taking up so much space, even as he’s leaning back to get a good look at me. The happy trail leading down. My hand lying there, feeling the soft tufts of hair underneath my fingertips.

Our bodies connected with my mouth around his dick.

I suck on him, licking the underside of his shaft, while still looking up, and I can see how his eyes roll back, his pupils disappear, only the whites of his eyes shining.

I move my hand down to his base, cupping his balls, softly tugging. The choked moan from his lips only spurs me on. He grabs me by the back of my head, softly moving me to the rhythm of his hips.

“You teased me all day about using your mouth on me, so I’m really enjoying this right now.”, he whispers, pushing his dick deeper, and I drop my jaw and stick out my tongue to fit more of him.

He hits the back of my throat which has me gag around him while he’s still not nearly fitting into my mouth, not even close. The next push of his dick is even deeper, and my eyes turn up, and I feel like I’m going cross-eyed. I move up and down, as far as I can, blowing him like this. It gets sloppy, messy, spit dripping from my lips. Dropping down onto my tits and tummy.

Tears form in the corners of my eyes, a drop running over my cheek. His hand moves from the back of my head to my face, his thumb stroking over it. “So fucking pretty.”, he coos. He pulls back and I take a deep breath, the sound filling the room instead of my gagging.

But I don’t stop. I use my saliva that’s now coating part of his length to jerk him off, moving my hand down, while I let my tongue play with the piercing on his tip again. Tasting hints of salty precum, as I look up at him. Holding eyecontact while I drag my tongue over it, slowly.

“Oh fuck.”, he almost growls, and the sound sends a zap of pleasure right to my core, making me squirm against the sheets. I feel the urge to touch myself, my hand snaking down between my thighs.

He sees that and tuts, the clicks of his tongue filling the room. “So needy.”, he mutters softly, his hips rutting forward, pushing past my lips again. Fucking into my mouth, as my fingertips reach my clothed pussy, pressing onto my sensitive clit.

I moan around his dick, letting him take the lead, his fingers tangled in my hair, while I touch myself, my hips moving with my desperate strokes. Getting sloppier again.

All of a sudden, he pulls himself out of me. “Fuck, not yet.”, he says, seeming a bit worked up. Crouching down and capturing my lips into a searing kiss, as he positions me against his sheets, continuing the kisses down my body.

I can see his dick, hanging between his legs, hard and heavy, glistening wet with my spit, before he kneels in front of me. His fingers hook under the fabric of my panties, pulling them off. They cling onto me, with how damp they are.

“So wet, hm? Did it turn you on to suck me off?”, he whispers, seeing the wetness glistening between my thighs, as he leans down, coasting with his lips over my pussy.

“Yes, fuck.”, I breathe, trying to squirm against his face, but he is just out of reach. He chuckles when I whine, desperate for him to finally put his mouth onto me. And he does, pressing kisses to my inner thighs, his stubble scratching over the sensitive skin.

Close, so close, but not quite where I want him.

He sucks on the soft skin, leaving little red marks, his left hand toying with my pussy. My hips move of their own volition and I can’t believe how the almost-touches make me even more turned on. “Please, I need-“, I start.

I can’t finish the sentence because his teeth sink into my soft flesh, while his fingers slip into me, the sensations almost making me lose my mind. He pushes deeper inside me, and I feel his canines press into the sensitive skin. Fuck, this is driving me crazy.

I lift my head to look at what he’s doing, and our eyes meet. He pulls back, pressing a kiss to the spot he just bit into, licking over it. His fingers still fucking me softly.

“Don’t stop.”, I plead.

The corners of his mouth turn up into a knowing smirk while he places more kisses, slowly inching in on my pussy, leaving another little hickey on my inner thigh. He pulls the digits out and puts his mouth right over it.

The slow, deliberate touches are gone. In a frenzy, he’s losing himself in my pussy, licking, sucking, nudging his nose against my clit. I move with him, dragging myself over his lips, searching for more friction, and the sounds that drop from my mouth are almost obscene.

My head drops back and I have the whole scene mirrored back to me from above. The strands of his long dark hair cascading down. His back tattoo, the black ink on his taut muscles, moving with him, as he eats me out.

How he grips my thighs, his hands digging into the supple swells. Spreading me wide for him.

He looks up at me, seeing the awe on my face, hearing the sounds I’m making, which makes him hum against me. Diving in again. His tongue licks into me, fucking me, and my back arches off the sheets, my hands clutching them. Close, so close to-

Ding-dong!

We’re interrupted by the bell.

He lifts his head, seeming a little drunk on pussy, judging by the drowsy look on his face. “Fuck, that’s the delivery.”, he stammers and the back of his hand wipes over his mouth.

“What delivery?”, I ask, confused and hazy with pleasure, propping my head up from the sheets.

“Food.”, he explains, and like on cue, my stomach grumbles.

He pulls away from me, looking around, picking up random pieces of clothing. He scrambles to put a shirt and shorts on while I can’t help but laugh because of the ridiculousness of the situation. “Thats on you, Mädl, for messing with my meticulously planned evening, with your siren call.”, he grumbles, which only makes me laugh harder.

He fits his dick into his pants, the erection tenting up the front, and he grumpily pulls his shirt down further, even though that doesn’t really help either with hiding it. “Fuck it.”, he cusses and heads out the room, cursing some more in German.

I shake my head, grinning like a crazy person.

I also look for some clothes, but I’m not quite bold enough to reach for any of his shirts, putting on my own and then my panties, following him down the stairs.

“Ooh, you remembered my favourite spot!”, I say when I see the huge bag with the familiar logo on it in his hands.

He grins at me, and my god, a man has never looked that good in a Cannibal Corpse shirt and some old Adidas shorts that are almost too tight for his burly thighs. He pushes his hair to the side, pulling it out of the t-shirt, because some of it got caught in there when he hurriedly put it on. “Of course. Should I put it in the kitchen oooor…?”, he asks.

“Can we eat now? I’m actually a little hungry, I didn’t have a big lunch.”, I tell him hesitatingly. Swaying from one bare foot to the other, looking down at them. Unsure, because I mean, we were in the middle of-

But he pushes my doubts away in just a moment, putting his arm around me and pressing a tiny kiss onto the top of my head. “Sure, can’t have you go hungry, hm?” and the relief lets my shoulders drop down, even if my worries were a bit stupid to begin with.

“You want to eat at the bar?”, he suggests then, his eyebrows raised as he grins at me.

“Wha- You have a bar in this house?”, I clarify.

He nods. “Yeah, like a whole room with- Come on. I’ll just show you.” He takes my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, as he pulls me with him, the bag full of take-away food in the other one. Way too much for two people.

When I follow him downstairs, it first dawns on me that we never really held hands before. It seems so simple, so normal – so natural, that I don’t even register it at first. I smile to myself, gripping his hand tighter, trying to keep up with his steps.

I have to say, the house is meticulously upkept, there’s yet a spot I have to see untidy or dusty. Which is… kind of amazing, especially considering that he only stays here on his leave. The same goes for his cellar that is more like another floor, where we halt in front of two doors. He gestures in the direction of the right one, while actually stepping towards the one on the left. “That’s my home gym and that’s the bar.”, he says.

“You… also… have a gym?”, I ask, a bit incredulous. Man, this house is bigger than I thought, when I first saw it from the outside.

“Yeah, I mean I train almost every day. Uh, holding up my shape doesn’t get easier with age.”, he explains, with a lopsided smile. Of course he works out. I’ve seen his body and my god. Sure, he has his little tummy – that I adore –, but his strength clearly comes from a lot of hard training. It makes sense that he also keeps this up when on leave.

“Can I take a look?”, I ask, being my nosy self.

He shrugs, but smiles. “Sure.”

For a moment, I regret asking that, because I have to let his hand go. I sigh and pop my head in the door. Nice standard equipment, not a lot of machines. A treadmill, and a lot of weights, barbells and dumbbells. It looks any other gym would, right down to the mirrors spanning the whole wall (he seems to like those); you would have never guessed it was a private one in a cellar.

The star of the show is definitely the little bar next door. I enter the room right after him, chuckling a bit to myself when I see him ducking his head to fit through doorframe – even in his own home.

A worn-out leather couch to the left. The dark grey painted wall behind it is littered with plaques like you would find in a pub.

A pool table at the right side of the room, and then the mahogany bar on the back wall right in the middle. Bottles of liquor in rows, glasses in all shapes and sizes. When he flicks the light switch behind the bar, all of it lights up, in a warm orange hue.

Another fridge, with a glass door, though it’s half empty.

Three bar stools lined up neatly in front of the bar and I take a seat on one of them, feeling the leather top against my bare ass and thighs, with how my t-shirt rides up.

He sets the take-away bag down on the counter, getting two plates from one of the lower cabinets and two forks. Then he starts unpacking, producing container after container until I think there might be more people joining us, with how much he ordered.

“Take whatever you want, I’ll eat the rest.”, he tells me, waiting for me to actually do that.

“Is uh-“, I start, but he interrupts me with a smile. “Everything’s vegetarian, Liebes.”, he nods. “I checked. Twice.”

My face lights up and I look at the containers, inspect the different dishes and put a little bit of everything on my plate. With a double portion of the little spring rolls I like so much. He waits until I’m done getting my plate together and then just dumps one of the meals onto his.

I watch him eat, as he’s leaning against the counter, shoveling huge amounts of food in his mouth, while being very meticulous and methodical about it. Eating efficiently. This man eats to sustain, not to enjoy. There are parts of him, that I think are shaped by his profession, and this seems to be one of them.

I hide the half-smile that stalks onto my face as I see him standing there behind the bar, casually wolfing down the first plate of food, then a second one. I rope him into a conversation of how he put the room together while we have dinner like this. My feet dangle above the ground as I eat spoonsful of delicious Asian take-away, very content with sitting here like this. With him.

He looks back at the wall behind him, like an idea just came to his mind, and then back at me. I pull up one of my eyebrows, still munching on a spring roll.

“You want a cocktail?”, he asks me, grinning.

“Uh, sure, you know how to make one?”, I return the question.

“Äh, ja-ah! If I wasn’t a soldier, I would’ve become a bartender, for sure.”, he jokingly states, winking at me, and I almost melt into the floor. “I can make a decent enough drink.”, he then clarifies, the spark in his eyes still a little mischievous. “So, what do you want then? A moscow mule? Or a dirty martini?" He pauses for dramatic effect. "Or an orgasm?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I can't help but laugh, even though I roll my eyes at him.

"Brute.”, I take a jab at him. “My favourite is actually a gin fizz.", I say, then.

"Really? I did not see that coming.", he comments.

"Why?"

"I don't know, maybe I expected something sweet tasting. Like you." His gaze darkens, while he is still grinning at me. A sudden hunger glints in his eyes while he looks at me, like he's thinking about it. How he ate me out when we got so rudely interrupted, by the delivery – even though it was delicious.

A tingle runs up my spine, just from the way he's looking at me. I suppress a shiver, because the feeling doesn't dissipate when his eyes drop away, looking around the bar.

"Hmm, I think I have a fresh lemon here somewhere.", he mutters to himself.

I prop my cheek on my arm, that’s leaning on the bar, and watch him fix me the drink.

He takes a crystal tumbler from the shelves and inspects some of the bottles, until he decides on one. I don't know the brand, but it certainly looks fancy. Ice cubes into the shaker, simple sirup and gin following shortly.

He’s almost dancing behind the bar counter, with the way he’s getting the ingredients, preparing this rather simple drink.

He cuts the lemon in half and just squeezes it, the juice dripping down into the shaker. Another person might have used a citrus-press. Not him though.

His hair whipping back and forth as he turns around, putting the top on the shaker and hitting the top once. A little spank that I feel…somewhere else… for reasons.

He starts to shake the cocktail, and it’s ridiculous how small the shaker is in his huge hands, he doesn’t even need both to hold it shut. Watching my reaction as he flips and spins it between his fingers, the ridiculous movements pulling laughs from me. Repeating the ones that do. The huge burly man, being the scary looking dude he is, while at the same time not being scary at all. At least not to me. When he’s here with me, like this.

He pours the drink over the ice cubes and fills the rest of the glass with soda, just like the recipe calls for. Taking the little zest of lemon he saved, squeezing it once and then putting it in.

König takes a sip, trying it. ‘Not bad’ is what the grimace on his face tells me before he hands me the tumbler and I take a drink. The bitter notes of gin and the sour sting of lemon juice hit my tongue.

“Nice drink, barkeep.”, I say, taking another sip and put the drink down in front of him. He drinks as well, downing at least half with one single gulp.

“Sind Sie eigentlich öfter hier?”, he asks me, with a sultry smile, not seeming serious at all.

“What does that mean? Funny man, I don’t speak your language.”, I tell him.

He laughs. “It’s flirtingly asking somebody if they come here often. It became a running gag in German as a bad pickup line.”

"Really? And that works?", I ask, skeptically pulling an eyebrow up.

He shrugs, leans forward, against the bar, coming closer and closer, until his face is just inches from mine. "No, it doesn't, but if I see a beautiful woman, I have to try it nonetheless.", he almost purrs. His fucking voice deeper than I ever heard it before. With the way he's looking at me, pure unadulterated lust in his eyes, he pulls me in.

His fingers softly stroke over the inside of my arm, until the thumb reaches my pulsepoint, the pad pressing into it lightly – just once – before he pulls it closer and presses a soft kiss to the sensitive skin. His eyes don’t break away from mine for even a moment.

My mouth falls open. My breath is getting caught in my throat and I can feel a pang of need between my thighs, the tingling feeling trickling up my spine.

He straightens back up again, just a little bit, beaming at me with a cocky grin. "See, and that works every time.", he taunts me.

"Well, I'll say.", I answer, still a little out of breath, which makes him laugh, but also come closer again.

"Yeah?", he asks softly. "You think, I can get a kiss from the beautiful woman at the bar like this?"

I nod, lifting myself off the barstool, to meet his lips in a kiss. “Maybe also a second kiss.”, I say, deepening it. My tongue strokes against his, teasing, and tasting the gin on his breath.

"Will the barkeeper also take the beautiful woman to his king size bed?", I ask him, which might be considered bold, if it was indeed a beautiful woman propositioning the barkeeper at the bar who had been flirting with her all evening. But it's just König and me, sitting here together in comfy clothes after we shared a meal. And I'm eager to finish what we started before.

"Hmmm, they are the only two left in the bar, so the barkeeper might just close it up to bend the beautiful woman over the bar and take her right here and now.", he spins my little story further.

"Well, that would be entirely possible, if they had some protection.", I retort, but the imagination alone is making me hot.

A little square foil packet suddenly appears in his hand, almost like out of thin air – more likely from his pocket. "Didn't tell you, I'm not only a barkeeper, but also a magician?", he says, a grin breaking through his expression, even if he tries to stay serious.

I have to laugh so hard I almost fall off the barstool, with the way my body is shaking from laughter ripping through me.

This man. It's quite unfair, to pair his dry wit with those good looks. I mean, it might not be to everybody's taste, but in my book tall, dark and brooding always works – though in his case, the notion of that much rather stems from the way he looks, not the way he is – and him being hilarious like this, especially when I don’t see it coming, definitely has me on my tiptoes.

“A man of many talents, I see.”, I tease him.

“Don’t you know it.”, he says, capturing my smile in a kiss again, barely breaking it to join me on my side of the bar.

I'm practically bent over the bar already, with the way my ass barely touches the seat and I was leaning over to kiss him, trying to get as close to him as possible. He just has to lift my hips a little bit, until I'm truly strewn over the smooth wooden surface.

He doesn't hesitate to pull my panties down, the wet fabric clinging onto me. It doesn’t take much, I’m so wound tight already, because we got interrupted. His fingers coast over the sensitive skin, and I squirm against his touch, holding onto the bar.

"Please, just- do me.", I beg, not minding how desperate that makes me sound.

"Your wish is my command.", he repeats his little quip from earlier this evening. He pulls the shorts down just low enough to take his dick out, the length resting against my ass, and I can't resist moving my hips a little bit, grinding back into him.

"Stop it.", he grumbles, spanking my buttcheek once, with the other hand. "Impatient brat.", he calls me which pulls a little chuckle from my lips.

The ripping of the foil, the snap of rubber, and then his dick nudges against me, dipping into me – just the tip. Fuck, I just want him inside me. He pulls back and repeats the motion a few times, until he finally sinks into me. Giving me a few moments to adjust myself to his length, his hands squeezing my tight ass, before he starts to pound into me.

Harder than last time he fucked me from behind because he isn’t limited by the tight space of his car’s backseat.

“Yes, yes, fuck.”, I whine, the little pleas intermingling with the resounding claps of skin against skin. The whole bar is shaking, the sturdy wood holding out against his hard thrusts.

His hands let go of my ass, his arms framing my body, holding onto the bartop. Using it as leverage to fuck me a tiny bit rougher. And I take everything he’s giving me, relishing the feeling of losing myself in the hard fucking.

Over 300 pounds pushing me up against the furniture, his dick pushing deep inside me. The tip slamming against my cervix, which is making me lose my mind fast.

Groans and mewls drop from my lips with every push into me, the sounds getting louder when he hits that sensitive spot inside me. I almost wanna bite my lip, but I know better than that by now. I know he wants to hear me.

Suddenly, he pulls himself out of me, and for a split second, I'm confused. But instead, his fingers slip into me, the sensations getting rid of my thoughts.

"Fucking hell, you're soaked.", he groans, his digits working in and out of me, the wet sounds almost obscene. The whines dropping from my lips as they stroke over the sensitive spot inside, the same one that his dick was flitting over just moments ago.

"Oh, fuck.", I moan, the intense stimulation making me shake, desperately holding onto the hard surface beneath me, as I cum on his fingers. He pulls them out again, and I whimper because of the sudden loss of fullness. He bends forward, his hands spreading my cheeks, while he laps up the wetness. The hurried licks of his tongue against the sensitive skin prolonging my orgasm, making me shiver.

He straightens back up and lifts me from the bar and just flips me around, setting me down on the wood again, so that I face him. The expression on his face, the hooded lids, the drowsiness in his eyes, the satisfied smirk, his lips glistening of my juices, … Yeah, no man ever has looked this good in a Cannibal Corpse shirt.

My arms reach back, propping myself up on the bar, and my legs spread in an instant, inviting him in. His eyes drop down to my pussy, dripping and still needy. He positions himself, gripping his rubbered-up dick at the base, dragging it over my clit, teasing my entrance with his tip. Driving us both crazy, I can see it on his face.

"Fuck, please...", I whine, my hips bucking up against him.

With a chuckle, he's slipping into my wetness again, easily. Stretching me around his dick and I groan when he bottoms me out, being a little overstimulated already.

He's fucking me in this position, hard just like before, my hips almost at the perfect height, because a normal table would have never been tall enough. I scramble to even hold on, my hands gripping his shoulders now instead of the surface beneath me, trying to not get shaken off it, but he holds me firm in his grasp, holding me steadfast, so his hard fucking doesn’t push me off.

"I'm not gonna make it for much longer.", he grunts quietly, almost like an apology. “’m close, fuck. Gonna come." A deep breath shakes his chest.

My hand extends to cup his face, and even though he seems almost lost in his search for release, he nearly stills.

"Do it. Come for me.", I whisper, my lips coasting against his.

The sound that escapes his throat is a desperate one, and he pulls me tighter against him. One arm around my waist, his hand on my hip, the fingertips digging into the supple swell. My fingers stroke through his hair, the soft strands, and I press my lips to his.

And he kisses me with a frenzy, until I feel his spine stiffen up and a short deep moan against my lips.

He shudders, his whole body shaking, as he spills inside me, his hips still rutting forward, and for a moment I wish, the condom between us wasn't there. Some creampie for dessert.

"Fuck...", he breathes, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, his orgasm finally subsiding. “You okay?”

I nod, a faint ‘yes’ in my lips, and I slump against him, holding onto his waist, breathing heavily. Relishing the embrace, as he pulls me even closer with his strong arms. I breathe in his warm comforting scent, the fabric of the shirt rough against my cheek, as I nuzzle into him.

“I believe there is integral part of my home which you haven’t seen yet.”, he whispers, pressing soft kisses against the side of my face.

“Really?”, I ask, resting against his huge sweaty chest, my hands still tangled in his t-shirt.

Instead of answering, he lifts me off the surface, my legs closing around his waist. My panties are somewhere, but not covering my pussy that is sitting against his hips. But he doesn’t seem to care that I'm staining his shirt with my wetness. I mean, getting pussy juice on a Cannibal Corpse shirt has to be an achievement on its own, right? I giggle to myself, as he carries me up to his bathroom.

The shower indeed seems spacious enough for him to kneel down – contrary to the one in my apartment.

His hands lather up some soap and start to move over my body, the warmth of his fingers coasting over me. Softly cleaning me and washing away the suds. Refusing to let me do the same for him.

He gets down on his knees, lowering himself even further to the floor, to be right where he wants to be. At eye-level with my pussy. He lifts my left leg, placing it over his shoulder, and presses his face between my thighs. Licking and sucking eagerly.

The spray of water from above hits his hair as well, wetting and darkening the long strands, while my fingers tangle in them, my other hand looking for somewhere to hold onto. The cool tiles press into my back, while the water raining down on us and his huge warm body heat me up. My screams echo off the walls as he makes me come on his tongue, my legs almost giving out while his arms hold me up, not stopping until I’m spent.

We get out of the shower after having been in there for way too long, wasting water standing under the spray. He hands me a bathtowel and I wrap myself in it, just standing there. Watching him dry himself off. He’s quick and methodical about it, the soft fabric stroking over his wet skin, soaking up everything.

He hangs up his towel, and I try not to stare at his naked tattooed body. I mean, I’ve seen him like this before. Also, his dick has just been inside me, but I still can’t help it. I can’t tear my eyes off of him.

“What?”, he asks, as he sees me staring.

“Nothing, just looking at you.”, I say, pulling the towel tighter around me, cocooning myself up.

He comes closer. “Looking comfy.”, he comments, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“I am.”, I answer, and his arms close around me, pressing me against his broad naked chest.

“Stay the night?”, he asks, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. Me all huddled up in the huge bathtowel can only nod and grin up at him.

next part: waking up in his bed or more stuff in the Masterlist ~

a/n: a special long chapter for the start of the weekend... i hope you guys had as much fun reading it, as i had writing it, gonna go take a cold shower now 🫠

[wildrangers]

so american // Anthony Boyle

Reader is Saoirse Ronan’s best friend and date to the IFTA’s where she catches Anto’s eye.

Word Count: 2.3K

Tropes & Topics: yet another meet cute, fem reader insert, some swearing, maybe some heated kissing, who’s to say? barely proofread

Moments before the ceremony begins, the most glorious laugh Anto has ever heard grabs his attention. His mouth quirks upward on its own accord at the sound, turning to try and find who it came from and hoping to pay them a compliment. His eyes snag on a young woman, her grin bright and eyes sparkling in amusement but the words freeze in his throat–she's stunning. 

Normally, he has no issue approaching women; he’s a chatty guy and can make conversation with nearly anyone. But his stomach was already in knots ahead of the ceremony and he couldn't force the words to cross the distance between them. She must feel his stare though because she glances towards him, head tilting in question. He feels his cheeks begin to pinken, so he nods, turning back around.

“What a fantastic laugh, huh?” Hazel asks from beside him and all he can do is nod before the host takes the stage and his attention shifts. 

Hours later, award tucked safely with his coat in the check closet, Anto’s head is still spinning. The lead up to his award categories felt endless. But, as soon as he heard his name called, time blurred and he barely remembered anything that happened other than saying something, hopefully intelligent-ish, onstage, taking photos, and getting interviewed. Specifics had been obliterated from his mind.

He was finally sitting down with a beer, backetted by Lola and Hazel at an after party, when he heard the laugh again and his hands tighten around the cold glass. 

“That’s a grand laugh, huh?” Lola asks, nudging his shoulder with a smirk that makes him pause.

“Strange, Hazel said the same thing earlier” he replies and his friends’ laughter confirms his suspicion that they’d discussed him going all dopey instead of saying hello prior to the ceremony.

“We share a brain cell, I transferred it over to them just now” Hazel quips, making Lola cackle louder.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck off you two” he grumbles, taking a swig of his beer. 

“Feeling shy tonight, Anto? That’s unlike you” Lola teases. “Be careful, someone may beat you to the punch.” 

As he processes their words, his eyes dart around the room and he realizes he’s far from the only person glancing your away appreciatively. 

“Well go on then” Hazel adds, nudging him up. “I’ll buy you another beer if she rejects you.” 

“It’s an open bar you arse” he quips back, grabbing his beer and leaving the table before he can change his mind.

Fortunately, the girl she’d just been talking to is heading towards the bar as he approaches, leaving her alone for at least the moment.

“Hey there” he greets, leaning on the table beside her as his heart patters relentlessly in his chest.

“Well, hello” she smiles. “Congrats on the win tonight. Anthony, right?” 

His brain short circuits as he processes both her words and her accent, or lack thereof, before sputtering out, “You’re American?!”

She throws her head back in laughter and being the reason for that melody, even if he’s the butt of the joke, has him feeling quite pleased with himself. 

“Should I leave then, Irish people only? I don’t get honorary status for the evening based on my date?” 

“Is your date a nominee?” he asks, his heart sinking a little. 

“I am beyond proud to say Saoirse is a winner this evening actually” she replies, her pride radiating. 

“Oh you know Saoirse? She’s lovely, I’ve met her at a few of these things over the years.”

“She’s my best friend” she clarifies and his hope rises again. “We met in New York eons ago, she’s been stuck with me ever since.”

He chuckles, shaking his head, “I doubt she feels she’s stuck, your laugh alone must be worth the company. That’s why I actually came over, to tell you how lovely your laugh is.”

“Why thank you, is that what the look before the show started was about too?” she smirks.

He feels his cheeks warm again, cursing himself silently, “At first, but then I saw how beautiful you were and I was hoping to let you know that some time tonight too.” 

“Does your opinion of me change now that you know I’m American?”

“Only a slight deduction, it’s not your fault after all.”

She laughs again, lightly punching his arm, “That’s nice of you, when Ed found out I wasn’t Irish he was heartbroken.”

“Ed?” he questions, confusion washing over him. 

“Yeah, didn’t you know I inspired Galway Girl?” she smirks, seemingly trying not to laugh. “He wrote it on a bar napkin before approaching me while I was visiting Saoirse. Had quite the shock when he heard my voice.” 

A bellow of laughter erupts from him and she grins. “Well good thing I’m not the first man to make the mistake, I would never think you’re a Southerner though.”

“No?”

He shakes his head, taking a swig of his beer, pondering his words, “I thought you were a Northerner, just something in your energy” he shrugs.

“I mean, I’m from New Jersey, that’s basically the Northern Ireland of America.” 

“Fair enough then” he chuckles. “I never got your name, my rude shock got in the way.”

“I’m Y/N” she replies, offering her hand which he gladly takes in his own, surprised by the firmness of her grip. “What did you win for again?” 

“Rising star” he replies, hoping he doesn’t sound like he’s boasting. 

“Hm, well that doesn’t help” she replies, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. The movement steals so much of his attention that he almost misses her continuing, “You look so familiar but I can’t quite place you.” 

“I’d be a right prick if I just listed off my filmography, don’t you think?” he poses, earning himself another laugh before she assesses him for another moment. 

“Oh my gosh, wait! You played Brendan Hughes didn’t you? Your mustache and hair are a bit different, that's why I got stuck I think.”

“You watched Say Nothing?” 

“I read the book over the summer so I was excited but skeptical when I saw a limited series was in post-production at that point.”

“You have me in suspense, what did you think?”

“I’m shocked that the opinion of an American even matters when it comes to a show about the Troubles” she replies earnestly. 

“Your opinion matters to me.” 

“Why’s that?” she questions, the growing tension ratcheting up a notch. 

“Because I’m clearly trying to impress you so if you hate the show, I’m working from a deficit here” he replies and she snorts, gripping his upper arm briefly. 

“I loved Say Nothing.”

“And she means it! She was going on and on about it while she watched, I have the WhatsApp messages to prove it” Saoirse’s voice chimes in from behind him seconds before she appears by Y/N’s side. 

“Well thank you, Y/N that’s very kind of you. I’m glad that Saoirse here can vouch for you” he replies, feeling off kilter by the sudden intrusion. 

A brief look passes between the two women that he can’t decipher before Saorise speaks again. “Hey, we were going to head to a pub a few blocks away, let loose a bit. Want to join us? Hazel and Lola are welcome to come along too.” 

***

“Does he know he’s your current celebrity crush?” your best friend teases quietly as you slip your coats on. 

“Saoirse!” you chasten, eyes darting to make sure he isn’t nearby. “I do not have a crush on him, I just thought he was so…impressive in the show.” 

“Okay, Y/N/N” she replies, rolling her eyes as she opens the door, the cold blast of air making you shiver beneath your light coat. “I told you to bring a heavier jacket.” 

“Yeah, yeah” you answer, startling slightly when a warm hand lands on your shoulder. You turn to see Anthony, his coat clasped in his outstretched hand. “I couldn’t, you’ll freeze” you argue weakly as another shiver shoots down your spine.

“Please, I was born for this kind of weather. Take it” he insists, opening it up so you can easily slide your arms inside. Its warmth and his scent envelope you and you smile up at him gratefully. 

“Thank you, seriously.” 

“That’s our Anto, ever the gentleman” Lola, who you’d just met along with Hazel, chimes in, clapping him on the back before moving past you to join Saoirse. Hazel follows closely behind but not before you catch her wiggling her eyebrows at Anthony, whose face flushes from more than just the cold. 

“Anto, huh?” you ask, bumping your shoulder into his playfully. 

“Anthony is a bit formal, you know?” he responds, nudging you back. 

“Of course, Anto” you tease lightly, leaning into his side as your heart thunders. His arm quickly encircles your frame, pulling you close as your own arm circles his waist.

“I’m sorry about them, they like to bust my balls.”

You shrug, glancing up to see his eyes are already locked on yours. “So does Saoirse” you admit, biting your lip nervously. “Plus, I didn’t curl up into you just because I feel bad for stealing your jacket, you know.”

“You had an ulterior motive?” he asks, faux shocked. “What a cheeky little lass you are.”

“God, you’re so Irish” you laugh and he scoffs. 

“And you’re so American but you don’t hear me complaining.” 

“Fair enough” you chuckle. “Do you still live mostly in Ireland?”

“Most of my jobs end up being in America but when I have downtime, I go home to Belfast.”

“I’ve never been to that part of Ireland” you admit. 

“What cities have you been to here?”

“Well, Saoirse is in Cork now. She was in Galway for a while, Dublin a really long time, that’s where her folks are from, so I’ve spent a lot of time in those three cities. I was briefly in Derry once but that’s about it for the Northern part of the country.” 

“You haven’t seen Ireland if you haven’t been to Belfast” he argues.

“That’s your unbiased opinion, right?” you tease and he chuckles. “To be fair, I’ve never had someone to show me around that part of the country so I haven’t really had the chance.”

“Well, you can’t say that anymore” he smiles and the street lights hit his dark eyes in the most stunning way, stealing your breath from you. You’re familiar enough with this part of Dublin that you know a small alcove is set into the building coming up on your right. 

In the silence that stretches between you, his eyes dip down, ever so briefly, to your mouth before meeting your eyes again. When you near the spot, you make sure your group isn’t looking before you stop short, pulling Anto with you into the opening just big enough for the two of you. 

“Everything o-” he began to question but you crash your lips to his before this brief moment of bravery flees your system. He pauses for long enough that you begin to pull away, an apology working its way up your throat, before his hands tangle in your hair and his lips are on yours again. 

He tastes like beer and the mint he must’ve popped before leaving the after party and you can’t get enough. Most of your first kisses started slow but this one is immediately at a fever pitch and stays there, his tongue brushing your lips before you eagerly open up to him. Your thumb grazes his jawline before one hand finds its place resting on the back of his neck, the other fisting the front of his shirt to pull him even closer. A gasp falls from your mouth as his hips meet yours, his growing excitement mirroring the heat pooling in your core. 

You could stay here forever, wrapped in his embrace, all of your senses filled with him until a few guys across the street catcall you both from across the way. Anthony pulls his hand from your hair to flip them off and while you hear them continue on their way, the moment’s shattered. You break the kiss to catch your breath, keeping your eyes shut as you rest your forehead against his. 

His warm breath caresses your cheek before his hand rises to gently move a strand of hair that’s fallen out of its pin in the heat of the moment. You open your eyes to find his deep brown ones already intensely studying your face. 

“Can I be honest with you?” you question quietly. 

“Please.”

“I knew who you were as soon as we made eye contact before the ceremony” you admit and he tilts his head slightly in confusion. “I may have been nursing a small crush on you since I saw you in Say Nothing.” 

He laughs, pinching your hip gently as he shakes his head, “So you played dumb to make me work for it?”

“No! I mean…maybe a little. Just because you find someone attractive on a screen playing a character doesn’t mean there’s anything beyond that necessarily.” 

“Well is there anything there beyond that?” he questions softly, his thumb tracing your lower lip in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. 

“I’d say so” you admit quietly before gently biting down on his thumb, making him pull it away with a chuckle. 

“Would you two hurry up already?!” you hear Lola call before he can say anything else. Anthony laces you fingers, pulling you out of the alcove to see your friends waiting at the end of the block.

“I know that’s your favorite spot, Y/N, but the last guy you pulled in there didn’t keep you nearly as long. We have drinks and dancing to get to!” Saoirse yells, shooting you a wink before they continue towards your destination. 

“Did you just pull a move on me?” Anto asks, voice incredulous but also impressed. 

“I kissed a guy there one time like five years ago when I was piss drunk” you admit and he laughs, seemingly delighted at your embarrassment. “So, no, I wouldn’t say so.” 

“Don’t worry, I have plenty of alcoves I want to drag you into while I show you around Belfast.” 

note: there's a serious shortage of Anto fics on here so I hope I'm not alone in feeling that way ☺️ please let me know your thoughts! if people are interested, I could definitely write for him more.

[jinxposting]

Jason Todd x Jinx! reader Chapter 4

Different

The next time you saw Robin was while you, Joker, and Harley were robbing Gotham City Bank.

These were your least favorite kinds of missions. Banks had a certain time limit for their silent alarms, which means limited fanfare. Limited fun. Boring. Thank god the Bat showed up, otherwise today would've been a total snooze fest.

You fiddled with a grenade in the back seat of Joker's convertible. He swerved through the streets haphazardly, Harley shooting behind you at the batmobile. You glanced back but couldn't catch a glimpse of bat nor bird through the tinted windshield. You tossed the grenade over your shoulder. The blast sounded behind you, but the armored vehicle never let up it's relentless pursuit.

A grappling hook shot out from the front of the batmobile. It pierced a tire, Joker's car skidding to an abrupt stop. Once the ground stopped moving you readied yourself to sprint. Before you could however a hand grabbed you by the shoulder. You swung your elbow back with force. The assailant dodged, spinning you around in the process.

Robin.

"Hey, Boy Wonder! Fancy meeting you here."

"In a car chase? Pretty standard for you."

The boy froze. You could feel his eyes scanning you head to toe.

"You look... different."

You picked up one of your braids with a twirl. "All natural now, baby!"

"W- How?"

"Took a nice, long chemical bath."

"What? Why did- did Joker-"

"Relax, baby bird. It's family tradition."

"Some family." He grumbled.

Now that struck a nerve.

"At least my family doesn't make me dress up like a weak, little bird."

"Better than actually being weak and little."

You swung a fist. Similar to before, he blocked it. Unlike before, he didn't block the butt of your gun. Robin stumbled backwards with a newly split eyebrow.

"Seriously?!"

"Deadly."

He swept your legs, which you narrowly avoided with a quick jump. In one fell swoop you kicked him in the chest, sending him tumbling to the ground with a grunt. He recovered in time to kick you up and over himself. You rolled to a stop, rising to your feet, fists up and ready for a fight. In the blink of an eye Robin matched your posture.

A punch flew past your head, you weaved out of the way before the second could land. "You shouldn't have taught me how to fight."

The boy smirked. "Didn't teach you everything."

Suddenly your world was turned upside down. Literally. Before you could even process what had happened you were handcuffed and slung over the boy's shoulder.

"Wha-"

"And back to the batmobile we go."

"Put me down!"

"I will. In a restrained chair."

"You dick!"

"Jason actually."

"... Huh?"

"Nothing. Inside joke."

Robin stared at you in silence. Batman was still attempting to track down Joker's route, which left you two sitting silently in the batmobile.

"... You look sick."

"Really? That's your opening line after ten minutes of nothing? You really know how to charm a girl."

"I'm serious. Your skin is pale. And your hair is... well..."

"Green?"

"Yeah."

"It was like that when we met!"

"You know what I mean! You used to be you and now you're just... Joker Jr."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Probably 'cause it is."

"To you maybe."

"Why... How can you be loyal to someone so evil?"

"How can you be loyal to someone so cold?"

He opened his mouth only to close it. "It's a long story."

"Ditto."

Another wave of silence overtook you two. You watched the boy adjust his gloves almost anxiously.

"You think one day we'll be them?"

"Who?"

"Joker and Batman. You think when they're old and retired we'll be the next them?"

"Never thought about it... I hope not."

"How come?"

"I want a rival that can actually rival me."

"Fuck off."

"I mean it. You keep learning to fight - and not just from me - then maybe I'll let you be my Joker."

"Your Jinx."

"My Jinx."

"And you learn how to have some fun and maybe I'll let you be my Batman."

"Isn't your idea of fun blowing up buildings?"

"Yup!"

"Well that's not gonna happen."

"Such a party pooper. You already are Batman."

The boy smiled at this.

"Batman and Jinx."

"Jinx and Batman."

"We'll work on it."

[nololginny]

a little butthurt

summary: rafe cameron decides to go out with toppers sister, who turns out to be a complete freak even after 2 years of dating each other, he will never get over her oddness.

You sit on your bed, trying to find a cute tiktok trend for you and rafe to do, well against his will of course. you pick up your mango geek bar, taking a puff and suddenly hearing commotion coming from downstairs. You pick up your vape and phone, and head towards the noise. You go down to see that Kelce, Topper, Sarah, and Rafe are arguing about some music artist. You take in notice that rafe has his black compression shirt on ,with your favorite grey sweatpants of his. You notice how nice his ass looks in them. You smile to yourself, going up to creep on your boyfriend.

You go up behind him, raising your hand and smacking his butt so hard that the slap echos. Your boyfriend jumps at the action, screaming an "ow holy fuck, before turning around to see his girlfriend smiling at him. "Hi baby" you innocently say, giving him the warmest smile. He looks so mad "Babe what the fuck, that fucking hurt" he replies, trying to hide the smile that almost snuck onto his face. "Oh come on you big cry baby, let me take care of it" You smirk, taking his hand and dragging him upstairs. "damn i wish i had game like that" Kelce implies, watching his best friend and other best friends sister go upstairs.

"Seriously Tay that hurt so bad, you know how weird you are" he says, rolling your eyes because he has said that every day for the past 1000 times you have been together. "i think someone is a little TOO butt hurt about this" you laugh at your own joke, as your boyfriend sits there, with a straight face. 'i think my ass is bleeding" he states, pulling down his pants and boxers to see his ass up close in the mirror. "now that is a sight i like to see GYATT" you yell. "You need help and what the fuck is a gyatt" he replies, still looking at himself in the mirror. "Its all that cake you got baby, i just wanna squeeze it every time i see it".

"what the fuck are you on about right now" he turns to look at you, you just laugh, taking out your geek bar and putting it up to your boyfriends mouth. Despise his confusion about your comments, he takes a deep puff, inhaling and exhaling the smoke. He takes off his clothes, and heads to the bathroom. "I need to take an ice bath or something, this 'cake' is on fire" he states. you giggle, running up quickly to give his ass another smack, he yells in pain as you run out the door, laughing down the stairs.

"What the hell is going on up there" Sarah asks, seeing you run down the stairs abruptly, with Topper and Kelce turning around to see who Sarah was talking too. You were about to answer when you hear a yell from upstairs "TAYLOR GET THE FUCK UP HERE I THINK MY ASS IS GONNA FALL OFF" your boyfriend yells. Sarah and everyone stops before crawling on the ground in laughter. "please dont let him get me guys" you laugh, hiding behind the couch. Toppers phone is ringing, and he answers it. "yea bro" he struggles trying not to laugh. "you better get my girlfriend up these fucking stairs before i come down there ass naked and fuck all of you up"

Topper laughs even harder, him and Sarah grabbing onto each other, on the literal verge of tears. "NO GUYS DONT LET HIM GET ME PLEASE" you yell but also are laughing so hard. "oh my god Taylor you have to go rafe is not bluffing he will come down here" sarah says, wiping her tears from her now red face. "Topper your coming with me" you reply. "WHAT, WHY ME?" he yells back. "Your the second strongest doofus, come on i need protection from this scary man i call my boyfriend' you reply back, he sighs and follows you.

You make it up the stairs, pausing before the doorway into Rafes room. "heyy Baby i was just uh joking no need to do anything back okay?" you ask nervously. You open the door. "i hate you' he says with the now ice pack from his mini fridge on his ass, laying down on his bed. As topper walks in, he cant stand the sight and laughs on the ground. "HOLY SHIT IM TAKING A PHOTO" topper hoots, going to get his phone. "Topper you get that phone i am going to get that pretty gun in my drawer and shoot your head off" he says calmly. " Aw baby, im so sorry" You laugh, going up to him and rubbing his forehead.

"Taylor i cant feel my ass, you broke my ass." he says, topper tries very hard not to laugh. "aw its okay rafey, toppy will take care of you" he says, patting Rafes back. "babe, get the fucking gun". topper ignore him, and pokes the left side of his ass. "did you feel that" he asks. "feel what?". "on your ass" topper replies. "DUDE DID YOU TOUCH MY ASS, WHAT THE FUCK. "its lowkey fatter than sarahs" Topper states. "Actually thank you for that Top, its not that hard since shes built like a man, now get the fuck out" he yells, topper just scoots up slowly, leaving the room. Lets just say, after this rafe was always covering his ass around Taylor

[hannie-dul-set]

CRASH & BURN.

p — PARK SUNGHOON x gn! reader. g — fluff, humor. w — swearing, one absolutely horrendous dad joke, the secondhand embarrassment is even worse this time i'm not sorry at all, the rest of the en-kids are also losers. 1.3k words.

note — listen, who am i to deny the public from their needs and wants? i have no idea how rizzless hoon became such a hit, but ask and you shall receive. i'm sure this won't be the last you'll see of this loser. PART ONE. if you enjoy loser! hoon, you might also enjoy this other series of mine.

also tagging those who were asking for a part two hope u all don't mind! — @gyulune @jngwnlvs @snowysab @miercerise @karinasswifee @cerealdreamwriter @dinonuguaegi @tyongff-ff

for the past five days, you have been routinely returning to the skatepark at the same time without fail. this has obviously attracted questions from your friends considering the first time you tried out a longboard, you crashed and scraped and bruised your chin within seconds, but you can’t exactly tell them the truth about your endeavor— that you’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of mr. kuromi bandaid with the rollerblades again, and being left disappointed every single time.

he hasn’t shown up. not even once.

it’s day five, and there’s still no sign of him nor his lollipop. it’s day five, and you’re just about to give up until you spot from your peripheral a familiar group of boys that scared the shit out of you the other day— except this time, they aren’t staring at you like maniacs, and they seem to be one person less.

“are you fucking stupid?” you overhear as you hesitantly approach their circle, cautious steps because they’re still as intimidating as you can remember. they all look so serious, two individuals glaring at each other while the rest simply watch, both unconcerned and amused. “oh yeah? you really think you can beat me? wanna duke it out right now, dickwad?”

cold sweat breaks out and you freeze in your tracks, expecting them to spiral into a fist fight.

“my dragonite will sweep your fucking team, loser.”

“your dragonbitch doesn’t stand a chance against my tyranitar!”

nevermind. you really shouldn’t be so quick to judge them again.

you regain the bounce in your step and race up before they could metaphorically kick each other's asses.

“hi!” 

you flinch when the six heads suddenly snap towards you. your smile twitches, discomfort  lasering into your skin from the half a dozen set of narrowed eyes leering at you so intently and so intensely. “who are you?” the one previously bragging about his dragonite asks.

“dumbass.” another one smacks the former on the backside of his skull. “it’s shoelaces.”

the nickname sets a few lightbulbs off, and a pair breaks away from their violent staring at you to give each other knowing glances. “oh, shit!” this time it’s mr. tyranitar who exclaims. “right. the dude hoon absolutely decimated himself in front of. poor guy. he’s still going through the five stages of grief.”

hoon must mean sunghoon. you want to open your mouth and present your business about the missing individual, but it’s not so easy to butt in when they’re busy conversing amongst themselves.

“what do they want?” 

“how should i know? i’m not them?” 

“no fucking shit. but what do you think they want?”

“maybe it’s about hoon?”

“no way. that guy’s done for.”

“hey, don’t be too harsh on him! he’s grieving!”

“what if it’s because we‘re being too loud—”

“what if they’re here to have a pokemon batt—”

“you do realize they can hear you, right?” 

light-haired guy is right. you can very much hear them, and they’ve all finally quieted down, slowly turning their heads to you once more but with a dampened intensity this time. they’re waiting for you to speak. you can’t believe you thought they were scary. you can’t believe you were intimidated by a group of nerds.

“sorry for the intrusion,” you smile, pressing your palms together. “i noticed one of your friends hasn’t been coming around lately. is he okay?”

a cough. a nudge. a silent conversation between the six pairs of eyes. “he’s been sick these past few days,” dragonite owner finally says. “sickeningly unbearab— ow!” 

your smile disappears. “oh no.” he’s sick? he already didn’t seem that strong when you met him the other day, collapsing into the ground and all.

“i think you can help him get better— ouch! jungwon, what the fuck?” one of them gets hit again. you’re sure it’s been the same guy hitting the rest of them since earlier.

“why are you asking about him?”

the nicest looking one squeezes out of their group while asking his earnest question, fishing out the answer from you with bright, curious eyes. “ah,” you sound out. “i just wanted to tell him that i also think his shoelaces are really cool.”

they stare at you, then stare at each other. and then someone spews out, “is that a new pick-up line, or some shit?” before getting hit again, and the light-haired guy comes forward to block the squabble happening behind him, and to tell you that they’ll be dragging their friend tomorrow at the same time (isn’t he supposed to be sick?) so you can compliment his shoelaces in person(?), and that they are looking forward to welcoming you to their family (whatever the fuck that means).

as promised, they do drag the sick man into the skatepark— literally dragging him because the guy who introduced himself yesterday as jake is pulling him forward by the sleeve while jungwon pushes him from behind as the wheels of his roller skates make sure that sunghoon keeps on moving. he looks like he’s ready to move on into the afterlife. your eyes light up when they drag him closer.

“c’mon, hyung! just a little bit more— a liiiiittle bit—

“i told you, i’m never coming back here again!“ you hear him groan, attempting to break away from his escort team. “never ever. never again. this is is where half of my dignity is buried. my pride. my shame. my—”

and then he freezes.

sunghoon gets frozen by an invisible force when your eyes meet, frozen but his cheeks are set ablaze. his friends did a great job in escorting him to you, encasing him and in consequence his view of his surroundings until you’re within an arm’s reach so he doesnt run away. the heat from his face thaws him back into movement, panicked and angry expressions sent to his friends and they all look pretty stupid trying to talk with just their eyebrows, but it’s cute nonetheless.

“hey!” you finally chipper in, causing sunghoon to freeze once more, creaking to meet your gaze. 

“h—hello. hi.”

sunghoon’s greeting comes out as a choke. jake and jungwon send each other signals before hurling the poor boy at you.

it’s like he’s suddenly forgotten how to skate. he can’t control his muscles, sliding over the short path at a dangerous speed that mimics his racing heart and oh shit— oh shit, oh shit. how does he stop again? how does he make a turn? how does he not fucking crash into you like a meteor being sucked into the earth’s orbit?

“oh!”

like all of his (very limited) interactions with you, sunghoon crashes and burns. it’s inevitable. but this time, he crashes and burns into you. you’re both on the concrete and his hand feels like it got crushed between the hard ground and the back of your head, but that pain quickly subsides into a numbing buzz, pumping his arteries with nectar, burning his veins with gasoline, because holy crap—

“close.”

“you’re right, that was a close call,” you breathe out. “i could’ve cracked my skull open.”

“i— i mean, close, you’re— you’re too close.”

does he realize that you can’t exactly move underneath him? he probably doesn’t, not when you can practically see the smoke emitting from his head and the panicked swirl in his eyes and you can’t help but laugh. “ah, sorry.” that was a mistake. sunghoon’s face flushes warmer and like a hammer to his skull, the realization hits and he and slowly pries himself off of you.

“sorry—”

“it’s fine.” you sit up and brush the dust off your clothes, stretching out your legs as you nudge yourself closer to him on the ground. “your friends told me you’ve been sick. are you feeling better now?”

“huh?” 

you’re not sure why he’s confused, but he looks very confused before turning his gaze to his friends. you find jay snapping out a thumbs up and sunoo’s stern face somehow reading don’t fucking blow it. he turns back to you with a lot more sweat on his neck than prior. “oh, yeah i was sick, i was so sick, ahaha—” he stammers. “a—anyway, what’s up?”

“i just wanted to see you again. it’s not everyday that i get a compliment on my shoelaces, you know?” you smile. “what about today? aren’t they prettier than the last ones?”

you wiggle your shoes to show off, laced in a complicated pattern that you’ve been practicing for the past five days, and you expect to receive another compliment for it, but sunghoon is oddly quiet. 

he’s quiet. you’re sure you chose a cool pair of shoes this morning. you’re about to be disappointed, until you notice that he’s actually thinking. he’s thinking very hard he’s thinking of something, and that something comes out of his mouth in the form of a badly timed pun.

“...what about...toe-day...”

park sunghoon only knows how to crash and burn. all his friends are a witness to that. they’re a witness to this events that transpired this afternoon, but what they didn’t expect is for you to have an affinity for disasters. you’re laughing at his dumb joke. you’re actually laughing. they’ve been shitting on sunghoon for being hopeless, but maybe there’s something wrong with you, too.

CRASH & BURN.

© hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[yeowangies]

Candy

❧

PAIRING: Vegeta/Reader RATING: Explicit CONTENTS: Explicit sexual content, Masturbation. WARNINGS: None. WORDCOUNT: 2150

Summary: Vegeta is tired of you teasing and tempting him.

Notes:

Another thing I wrote to try to get back on track with other writings, and it tured out longer than I expected.

I haven't written anything regarding masturbation and I SO wanted to write this, and I figured Vegeta was the best subject for this! Didn't think this would be over 2k words lmao.

How you found yourself underneath Vegeta after interrupting his training at the gravity chamber was kind of a funny story. Or at least it was looking at it at that moment. 

You didn’t think your little comments affected him so much; not when Bulma said things far cruder and more obscene than you did. You were doing it for the fun of it. Vegeta seemed closed to either obliterating Bulma or fucking her whenever she spoke to him, so whatever came out of your mouth was in no way expecting to end up anywhere with him. Besides, who wouldn’t fuck Bulma, right? She was the epitome of beauty. 

But apparently Vegeta didn’t agree with you, or so it seemed. Not by the way he was looking at you. You were either about to be destroyed, or fucked. Hopefully the latter. 

“You damned woman,” Vegeta spat, with a hand to your shoulder, pushing you against the cool floor, making you wince. “I’m fucking tired of your disgusting comments towards me, and now you come in here, interfering with my training!”

“I literally just came to check if you wanted to eat something…” You rolled your eyes, feigning innocence. 

“Repeat your exact words.” Vegeta pressed with narrowed eyes, digging his fingers harder on your shoulder.

“I go nuts over your candy ass…” You whispered very quietly, not because you were embarrassed, but you knew you’d laugh if you repeated it louder. “It was such an easy joke!”

“Vulgar woman!” Vegeta’s frown got deeper as his face got closer to you, and you shivered once you noticed how mad he truly was. “Vulgar pathetic little woman.”

“Ok, are you gonna keep insulting me?” You glared at him despite your nerves. 

“You deserve far worse.”

“I just said you had a cute butt! Bulma has said worse stuff, so why are you so mad at me?!”

A low growl rumbled deep inside Vegeta’s chest, and for a second you thought that was it, your life was over. But the hand on your shoulder moved swiftly towards your neck, only tightening to make you look at him with eyes wide open, still allowing you to breathe normally. Both of your hands went to grab his forearm on instinct, afraid he was actually going to choke you to death. 

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” 

“Huh?”

“I cannot stand the sight of you!” Vegeta raised his voice as his eyes got significantly darker. “You’re distracting, parading around in the most indecent tiny clothes, and you expect me to remain impassive!”

You arched your eyebrow as he went on; he was talking about the few times you bathed in the pool at Bulma’s house. But you didn’t even remember seeing him around then.

“And now you come in here, disturbing me with your presence-”

“I don’t understand.”

“Are you so dense you don’t speak your own language?” He retorted with a sardonic smirk. 

“You’re such a jerk, no! I mean I don’t get why you’re so pissed! I wasn’t even doing that ‘parading around’ on purpose! And if it bothers you so much, I won’t ever do it again!” You added, though you regretted it immediately. You wanted to use Bulma’s pool as long as it was available. 

Vegeta clicked his tongue in annoyance, averting his eyes for a brief moment before looking back at you. 

“You really are a stupid woman.”

Before you could open your mouth to insult him right back, Vegeta firmly pressed his body to yours, and as he stared into your eyes with a faint blush on his cheeks, you couldn’t help the choked out gasp from leaving your lips. 

He was hard. 

It was difficult not to notice as he pushed his crotch against your lower abdomen for a fleeting moment before pulling back, and curiosity invaded you. Was that why he was so pissed off? You had been unintentionally turning him on? You didn’t think he would pay so much attention to you, especially when you rarely even saw him; he spent most of his time training in the stupid gravity chamber you both were currently at. 

Apparently Vegeta had been looking at you much more than you thought.

“Is this your way of telling me you like me?” You asked, between shy and smug. 

“Like you?” Vegeta frowned, but you noticed how red the tip of his ears were. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Yeah, you say that, but you are the one pinning me down and pushing yourself onto me, so.”

The twitch in his eyebrow almost made you laugh if it wasn’t for the intense glare he had in his gaze. 

“You make it impossible for me to focus, your indecency is so disgusting-”

“I’m not even doing anything right now!” His hand around your throat squeezed lightly and swiftly, making you choke on the last syllable. You pouted, trying to push his buttons a little more. “So I make you hard on the regular, why is that bad?”

“Why is that-” Vegeta splurted, embarrassed. 

“Wanna show me?” You smiled, teasingly. 

Your hand on his forearm softly traveled up his arm and down his side, and your grin got wider when you noticed the blush expanding towards his face. Vegeta slapped your hand once it got to his waist and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“You do not deserve to touch me.” Vegeta stated, still a little red, but obviously frustrated. 

“Maybe I should show you something myself then.”

When your hands slid down your front to grip your shirt, you expected Vegeta to stop you; he had been so scandalized when you tried to touch him that you figured he might prevent you from going further. But to your amusement, his eyes fixated on your moves as you pushed your shirt up until it was bunching up over your chest, presenting your breasts covered with lace. 

At least you put on a nice bra that day.

A sense of superiority washed over you when he didn’t avert his eyes. You didn’t think you would get his attention, but after everything he said you wanted to take a little advantage of him. 

You wanted to see him. 

“You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” You started, looking into his eyes when his gaze met yours again. His eyebrow twitched, but he didn’t reply. “You pictured me underneath you like I am right now, right?”

“You have no idea what I’ve been thinking about.”

“Then tell me.”

You smiled slyly, though Vegeta remained surprisingly impassive. Aside from the blush that still adorned his face. He removed his hand from your neck, and you found that you would have liked it if he kept it there; there was something alluring about it. The fabric of his glove touched the exposed skin of your waist, a very chaste gesture, though his eyes were fixed on your boobs. 

“Do you touch yourself, Vegeta?” You asked when he stayed silent for longer than you expected. You were going to get something out of him, for sure. 

“To my own shame, yes.” He replied, completely serious. You didn’t think he would admit it so easily and without protesting. “More frequently every time you are around.” 

The resentment in his voice only amused you more; who would be so angry because they’re horny?

Probably someone who wasn’t getting laid. 

“You told me not to touch you, but I’m still showing myself to you, Vegeta.”

He didn’t need you to explain what you meant, his gaze growing darker as he took off his glove before pulling his pants down enough to expose his cock. Your eyes immediately darted downwards, looking at his cock with a gleam; he was hard and thick, thicker than you expected when he wrapped his hand around his own erection.

“Are you really offering yourself to me, woman? Are you that obscene?” Vegeta asked, mocking you.

“Vegeta, I’ve been teasing you all this time because you’re hot and I like you.” You looked him in the eye briefly, letting him know you were honest. “Not that you need the ego boost.”

“I could kill you.”

“But you’re touching yourself instead.”

A smirk formed on his face just as he started stroking himself. 

“I suppose I could use you, since you’re so kind to present your body to me like this.” Vegeta said, voice still surprisingly calm even though his moves over his erection were firm. “If you must know, you have been on my mind since I got here.”

Your eyes, that had been focusing on his hand as he masturbated, looked up at him. 

“I pictured you as you are now, completely subdued underneath me, and for once you’re too overwhelmed to even utter one word out of that dirty mouth of yours.”

You rolled your eyes; of course a guy like this would have a thing for control. And you don’t mind submitting every now and then, but not without putting up a little bit of a fight. It simply wasn’t in your nature to be docile. 

But you were currently trying to rile him up more, show yourself off to him so he could see what could be his if he simply made a little effort. So your hands skimmed across your tummy, steadily trailing upwards until you hooked your fingers underneath your bra before slowly lifting it up, your breasts bouncing free right in front of him. The sharp intake of breath Vegeta took was audible as he stared at your chest and it only made your sense of superiority grow larger. 

“You wicked woman…” He said, voice shaky as he picked up the pace, his hand moving in rough, fast tugs. “You’ve been tempting me on purpose this whole time.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” You answered with fake innocence, though you were sincere. 

“Liar.” Vegeta smirked, his breathing turning rugged with each move of his hand over his cock.

When you fixed your gaze on his cock, already leaking precum as his hand worked faster, you couldn’t help but press your thighs together, trying to create a little friction to alleviate your own arousal. Vegeta’s face was twisted, brows furrowed in a different way than usual, and the blush on his cheeks only made him look vulnerable, a contrast to his usual stoic demeanor. It was turning you on so much to see him like that, and the slick sounds produced from his own strokes was just adding fuel to the fire in your loins. 

You wanted to touch him so bad, and when the precum dripped onto your abdomen, you let out a breathy moan. His eyes were on your face, but you could only watch his hand moving firmly over his erection, trying to bring himself to completion, as more drops kept pooling around your belly. He was grunting and groaning surprisingly quietly, and you suspected that’s how he usually did it when he was alone. 

“You’re thinking about fucking me hard and fast, aren’t you? Maybe even using my tits instead of straight up putting it inside me.” You purred, pushing your breasts together, and making his eyes stare directly at your chest. 

“Is that what you want?” Vegeta asked between groans, smiling wickedly. “To be used by me?”

“Only if I get to use you as well.”

Vegeta let out what was probably a snort, attempting to dismiss your comment, but it only came out as a shaky grunt. He was getting louder and if you had to take a guess, he was just a few seconds away from coming. 

Emboldened by the sounds he was making and the expression on his face, you reached down with one of your hands, wrapping it carefully over the one he had around his cock. He didn’t push you away, only groaned, and let you move in sync with him. 

It only took a few harsh strokes to make Vegeta reach his end, and he growled louder and hoarser than ever before as he spilled his cum all over your stomach, a few droplets even reaching your chest, burning up your skin, making you moan. He let go of his cock then, but you didn’t, helping him ride out his high, moving your hand up and down carefully until he stopped leaking. He grunted and gasped, jaw tense and brows furrowed as he tried to catch his breath. 

You thought he was handsome before, but this side of him, the faces he had made the whole time, only made him much enticing, and you couldn’t wait to see more of him.

Vegeta looked at you with eyes still very much dark and clouded, and you could only smile. 

“Wanna know what I’ve been thinking about when I touch myself?” You asked him, hooking your fingers on the waistband of your pants to pull them down along with your completely soaked underwear. 

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Breaking news! Pro heroine calls boyfriend daddy in public!

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Hawks x Fem! Reader

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W: Fem! Reader, Hawks, Teasing, Hawks does have butt feathers, he's silky smooth, Fingering, Public Sex, Daddy kink, Sub! Hawks, Dom! Reader

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You had been teasing him since early morning. He woke up hard as a rock and wanted to fuck it out of his system but you had him punished for his misbehavior the day prior. You didn't grant him relief, just stimulation. You let him fuck between your thighs but didn't let him cum. You told that if he wanted he could wear a cock ring and plug if it made it any easier on him. He agreed and he promised he would be good today since he wanted to so desperately fuck you.

"Baby you dont get it. I need you. I don't think I can go the entire day without touching or even rubbing one out at the thought of you." He whined. He had his arms wrapped around you, his head placed in between your neck and shoulder.

You were standing outside and were taking a break from patrolling so he could mope. The original plan was to grab something to eat but he decide he wanted to just stand around and whine about how cruel you were to him.

"Continue with that attitude and you won't get to cum till tomorrow night, baby." He groaned at your remark and just kept his mouth quiet.

A group of fans flacked up to you and asked for autographs and photos. Neither of you denied them their requests, the attention was good for PR since being seen out and about as a couple would help solidify your relationship publicly.

"H/n! Whats it like to date the #2 hero?"

"Are the rumors true? Does the carpet match the drapes when it comes to Hawks?"

"Do you both ever plan to marry?" Multiple people shouted out at the same time, many of them insistently demanding an answer.

You merely shook your head and laughed to yourself about how ridiculous the entire thing was. But you decided that maybe you could use this opportunity to have some fun. Maybe mess with Hawks since no one truly knew what he was like in regards to his personal life.

"I can assure you that, daddy here, has the prettiest butt feathers anyone has ever seen." You joked.

The crowd all began to squeal at the new, but fake, information about your boyfriend and proceeded to ask even more questions. Some caught on to your use of the name "daddy" and insisted you talk about what other pet names you had for each other.

Typically, a coming like this would have him squawking out at you or at the person who made the comment but he stayed silent. Instead, when you turned your head to face him you noticed his face was bright red. He coughed and excused himself but not before you noticed that he had grown a bulge. You held in a laugh before excusing yourself from the crowd and following closely behind Hawks.

"Oooh birdie~. Where are you~?" You teased.

Hawks flapped his wings at the petname before sending you a glare and proceeding to walk away from you.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" You knew that shiver that ran down his spine wasn't from the wind.

You got closer to him, grabbed him by his jacket, and made sure to press him against the closest wall. He let out a gasp as the rough surface met his back and whimpered when you pressed your knee against his crotch.

"Come on, Daddy~. Tell me what's bothering you." You started to kiss his neck and opened up his pants zipper so your hand could slip in.

"Fu-ck~." He couldn't help but groan as you began to stroke him.

He rolled his hips towards your hand and whined when you teased his tip with the top of your finger. You pulled down his pants and underwear and spat on your hand before wrapping it around his now-exposed length. He tried closing his legs, the cold air making goosebumps appear on his skin, but you didn't allow him to. Instead, you made sure to push them further apart and used your free hand to slowly circle and prode his hole.

"Baby, please~ I can't- I'm gonna cum if you keep touching me like that." His voice shook as he spoke but he didn't stop you.

You finally inserted a finger inside of him and slowly pushed it in and out of him all while you slowly kissed up his neck and eventually his lips.

"Fuck~, please. Mommy, please~" He felt his eyes roll back all while you continued to fuck him open with your fingers. You swallowed all of his moans and whined as you kissed him, at some point shoving your tongue into his mouth just to get him to quiet down.

You added a third finger once you knew he was close to cumming and vigorously trusted them inside him. He choked on his own moans and scratched at your back as he tried stabilizing himself. His legs gave out under him and used you to support himself up. He felt so good as he felt your fingers curl inside him and rub against his inner walls.

"Come on, Daddy. I know you can be good and cum for me." You pulled at the feathers above his ass and watched as he let out a scream.

You added one last finger and thrust it as deep as his body would let you. He came all over himself, his clothes, and the wall he was leaning on. His legs shook and gave out beneath him as you took them out of him.

"You did such agood job for me, Daddy~" You chuckled as you watched him struggle to catch his breath and dress himself. His pants were ruined and there was no way for him to walk out without people knowing what had just happened between you two.

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hii :3 I just wanted to tell you how much I love your writing. it always makes me giggle and smile. and I also needed to tell someone (you🫵) that I need leo valdez butt naked, oiled up and spread underneath my christmas tree!

thank you for coming to my ted talk and happy holidays!!

Leo has no fucking CLUE how he ended up all moisturized and fully nude, tied up with christmas lights that twinkle in cheery rainbow colors, mocking him with their festiveness. He has no idea how or why he's wearing a santa hat, or why the fuck there's a giant tinsel covered bow stuck to his chest.

what he DOES know is that standing in front of him in the doorway is the HOTTEST FUCKING PERSON he's ever seen. He'd be embarrassed about being naked and festively tied up in front of a stranger - especially one as hot as you - if he wasn't so distracted by you. You take up all his attention in taht moment and he just doesn't have the brain space to be self conscious.

your eyes are blown out wide and your jaw hangs open in shock. you're in cute little christmas pjs and fuzzy socks. your skin is all dewy and your eyes are a little puffy, telling him you literally just woke up. if you wear a bonnet or sleep cap or smth it's literally slipping off your head but you don't care. if you don't, your hair is an adorably tangled mess. maybe there's a hair tie falling out of it, maybe it's all floppy in your face and sticking out at weird angles, maybe you look like a cat who woke up from a HEAVY nap or a bear that looks strangely like frank gallagher. regardless, the only thing that comes to mind is scrungly. he bites back an amused laugh as you take a step forward.

"Oh my fucking god..." you mutter. he starts to try and explain it even though he has no fucking clue what's going on either, but before he can, you catch him off guard.

"It worked."

You let out an amused laugh and his brow furrows in confusion.

"It what now?" he asks. you walk closer, crouching down to look at him as your eyes get a little misty. you're looking at him with such adoration it takes him aback a little. you start babbling about writing a letter to santa as a joke, asking for your favorite fictional character, and... here he is.

Leo's heart is warmed. he can't believe someone, especially a stranger, loves him enough to work some kind of wackass christmas magic. but regardless, he can tell it's true, you really do love him. he struggles for a response as your eyes roam over him.

"Do- uh," you sputter. "D'you want head?"

he chokes on his proverbial eggnog before blinking.

"Uh... yeah." he says with a breathy chuckle. "sure. Merry fuckin' Chr-oh, fuck!"

you're all over him, your lips your mouth your hands. he flexes his hands, fidgeting with the lightbulbs and cords restraining him as you go to town.

safe to say the night was not at all silent.