#dynamite x reader smut

[deadhands69]

Something More [epilogue]

Katsuki Bakugo x gn afab reader

MDNI

Warnings, etc: previously fuckboy!bakugo, now husband!bakugo, oral (f receiving), swearing.

part 1  -  part 2  -  part 3  -  part 4 -  part 5  -  part 6  -  part 7  -  part 8 

Here's an epilogue for Something More, if you're not up for all eight parts before this - it still holds up as a short one-shot.

There are pros and cons to being married to Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite (or Dynamite, as he had been going by since opening his own agency.) The good far outweighing the bad: he has spent the past eight years of being with you, trying to be the absolute best partner you could ever have. He cares so deeply. He's smart, funny, and organized. A thoughtful gift-giver. A great cook. Massively supportive of you. Oh, and he's fucking hot. The list could go on for days.

One issue/ Fairly frequently, the media attacks your relationship with him. It's usually at a time when he's already down, having made a mistake or snapped on a civilian in a viral video. Sometimes they'll question you about his personality at home. More often, they bring in girls he slept with in college and imply he's not relationship-material. It used to catch you off-guard but by now, you can predict it.

Yesterday Katsuki yelled at some reporters to "fucking jump already," when they blocked his car on a bridge. Today you had an interview. Perfect timing.

"How'd it go?" your husband yells towards the entryway as soon as he hears the door softly shut. His blonde hair pokes out from under the hood of his sweatshirt; by the looks of it he hasn't moved from the couch since this morning. After the incident, his PR team forced him to take a mandatory four day break "while the dust settles." It's day two and he's handled it as well as expected.

"You know how it went, it was a fucking disaster," you laugh, dropping onto the cushion next to him.

"Told ya you didn't have to go," he grumbled into your shoulder, engulfing you in his arms. "You could've stayed home with me."

"It's on in a minute," you say, reaching for the remote.

"Ughhhhh, I don't wanna watch this," he complains but makes no move to change the channel.

"It'll be fine, I promise." Reassuringly, you run your fingers through his hair while he lays his head in your lap. He grunts in response.

You watch yourself walk out and take a seat across from the host. The lights and colors looking bright on your massive TV compared to the muted decor of your living room. No matter how loud the volume is, you both prefer watching everything with subtitles.

Interviewer [Hi, and welcome to Echo! The number 8 pro hero!] You [Thanks, happy to be here.] [crowd applauds] Interviewer [We're happy to have you! Now, our friend here is married to the controversial number 2 pro hero - Dynamite.] You [Happily married, yeah. But I'm really not here to talk about my husband. Do you have any questions for me?] Interviewer [Of course, all in good time! First, we have some spicy new information to debut to our studio audience on the explosive hero's previous love life.]

You watch yourself roll your eyes on screen, knowing "previous love life" is a pretty strong term for Katsuki considering that he'd never had an actual relationship prior to you. He stirs nervously on your lap.

"I hate when you have to deal with this shit," he mutters.

"Just watch," you whisper, kissing his forehead before returning your eyes to what you know is about to unfold in front of you. Bakugo tenses as the screen continues flashing quotes from various girls he slept with in mid to late college. They're just trying to get a rise out of you.

Interviewer [So, Echo. What do you make of all this?] You [What do you want me to say, your 'spicy new' news is from nearly a decade ago.] Interviewer [This is the person you married. That can't feel great, can it? To go home to - this?]

The TV host is gesturing wildly towards the quotes still displayed on the projectors above you. Her face is set in a disgusted scowl. This is in stark contrast to you, slouched in your seat looking mildly amused by the reaction. If you're already here, you might as well have some fun with it.

You [Are you trying to sl** -crowd gasps- shame my husband? I know who I go home to and I'm not going to sit here while you reduce him to who he's slept with. He's an amazing hero and he's saved thousands of lives since then, why don't you ever talk about that?]

Katsuki exhales the breath he'd been holding since the interview started. His shoulders slump forward, relaxed. The corner of his mouth turned slightly up in a smile. You're so busy staring at his beautiful face, you miss the interviewer asking you a personal question about your sex life, looking up only to see yourself walking off the stage. A muffled "I'm fucking done," can be heard as you're tearing the clipped microphone from your jacket and push past your manager.

Sitting up, Katsuki turns the TV off and rubs the messy blonde hair from his face.

"That could've been worse," he smirks at you before leaning in to murmur into your ear, "happy I still get to be your slut."

Your breath catches in your throat. He's never said anything like that but still knew the affect it would have on you. Immediately, you're gripping his sweatshirt and shoving your lips into his. He helps take your uncomfortable interview clothes off, his sweatshirt and gym shorts sliding off easily.

Briefly, he pulls you to his mouth in a passionate kiss before pushing you back to lay against the arm of the couch. His spiky hair tickles the insides of your legs as he lowers himself between them. After a few light kisses, he firmly presses his tongue into you. Spreading you with his fingers before licking up and down your slit. Ruby eyes stare up at you as he slides his middle finger in, knowing exactly how you like to be touched. His mouth returns to nip lightly at your clit between flicks of his tongue. Adding another finger, he speeds up his movements.

In what feels like no time at all, you find yourself clenching around him inside of you. Thighs pressed into his ears as you grip a handful of his hair, moaning as much of his name as you can get out. The pressure builds and releases just as intensely.

"F-fuck-k," you sigh over the nearly splashing sound of his fingers thrusting into you. Eventually, he slows and you lighten your grasp on his scalp.

Kissing his way up your body, he comes to rest just under your jaw.

"Have time for more?" he asks, insatiably nipping your neck.

"About that. My PR team also put me on a two day leave after the interview. So, it looks like you'll be stuck with me for a few days."

"Perfect," he smiles at you lovingly before kissing you deeply again.

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading!!

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Hey I was wondering if I could have a hook imagine if your open for request

basically me and him have dated since 13/14& grew up together and now we’ve turned in our 20’s and he wins the title against Jericho and we all celebrate and he asks me to marry him/ I find out I’m pregnant and everyone is happy for us & stuff

Hook: Fated to You

Summary: Hook has been dating his childhood sweetheart since they were teenagers and tonight is the night he wins back the FTW championship back from Chris Jericho and him and Y/n celebrate by him proposing to Y/n, but little does he know Y/n has a surprise of her own

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-ˋˏ [Word Count] ˎˊ : 936

-ˋˏ [Genre] ˎˊ : Fluff

-ˋˏ [TW] ˎˊ : Fluff, mistakes I might have, Chris Jericho, and this was not proofread before being published

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It's a few weeks before All In where Hook will face Jericho for the Ftw title, you and Hook watch from his locker room as Chris Jericho's interview starts; Renee puts the mic to her mouth "at this time I am joined by the Learning Tree" "Hey guys!" he yelled as he waved to the camera. Renee tried not to laugh as she continued "How do you expect to beat Hook at All In?" she asked as she moved the mic to his mouth."Hey guys!" he waved again. He continued "Renee as you know All In is in a few weeks and I will beat Hook because he forgot the lessons I taught him. But the rest is secret thanks, bye guys!" he said the last part enthusiastically and waved before he left with Big Bill.

Bryan Keith waited back for a few seconds looking at Renee then leaning in close to her as he yelled “You better respect Chris Jericho!” before walking away. When it went back to the commentary table I look over at Hook and we both laugh at how stupid Chris Jericho is. "Are you scheduled to fight tonight?" "No but I have a promo scheduled later though" "what time?" "9:30." I sat down with him on the couch watching the show until it was time for his promo, when the clocks hit 9:30 he got up walking to the door holding it open for me then walking out the door behind me shutting it behind him. He held my hand all the way to where we usually did the interviews but he let go as soon as when the camera started rolling.

"I am joined here by Hook with Y/n, now Hook you heard what Chris Jericho said earlier in the night do you care to respond?" "Chris Jericho I will get back my Ftw title and cut down all your branches on the way too. All In." he said the last part pointing at the camera. When the interview ended Hook and I went back to his locker room for the rest of the show, he looked over at me "I fight Big Bill next week and you will stay here during my match" "but-" "no, do you understand me Y/n?" "yes" "now at All In you can sit at the commentary table with Taz ok?" "ok"

skip to All in

You stood with Hook in his locker room while he got ready, he looked over at you "what color babe?" he asked as he held up blue shorts in one hand and grayish-silver in the other hand. "Do the gray" you told him as you was getting TV ready. You fixed his eye patch to waste time as the Learning Tree did their entrance. When it was Hook's turn you walked on the side as he walked down the ramp, You sat at the commentary table next to your soon to be father in law Taz as Hook got in the ring. You put the headset on as the match begun, You look over at Taz "hi honey" "hi" you replied happily.

Towards the beginning of the match Jericho put Cricked balls onto the mat which made you question it, but learning from wrestling some things are just better not asked about or left unsaid. Hook got out the ring grabbing a Cricket bat and 'oh no' was all you could think to yourself. He started smacking everyone with it then started picking up the Cricket balls and started flinging them at all three of them, you couldn't hold in your laughter anymore. After he did that he went behind Jericho choking him with the Cricket bat yelling "hey guys! Hey guys!" mocking Jericho as you laughed harder adding in "hey guys!"

"C'mon Hook!" you yell to encourage him to get up as he was getting jumped by Bill and Bryan. Hook got back in the ring swinging wildly missing as he got smacked on the head with the trashcan, Jericho missed the Judas Effect going straight into a T-bone suplex by Hook. Hook go up taking off the eye patch yelling "I can see!" pointing at his eye. Towards the end of the match Taz got up putting Bryan in his submission letting Hook get the win by Red Rum. Taz backed up so you could hug Hook first, Hook walked up to you kissing your head then hugged you for a few seconds as you took off the headset.

He walked over to Taz hugging him until he decided to take you backstage, he wanted to be alone with you in his locker room. Even though he is very public about kissing your head or his arm being around you, everything else is behind closed doors; he is a very private person. He wanted to do this next part privately, you turn around to look for something and you couldn't find it so you turn back around to face him to see him down on one knee with a small box; it had the most beautiful engagement ring you have ever seen. You nod nonstop before he could even ask you to marry him, he stood up putting the ring on your finger as he kissed you softly.

When he pulled apart you looked at him "then this is the best time to tell you I'm pregnant" you laugh through the tears. He looked at you smiling big; that cute smile that he hides from the public. You're marrying your best fried, now you have all you could ever ask for in life.

[you-pretty-cute]

help finding fic

I need help finding this fic that read once. It was a bakugo x reader and main character had a job where they would receive anonymous calls from hero’s and they told the reader there life problems. The reader has like a call with Bakugo and he is very mean to her and makes her cry. But he keeps calling back and asking for her and want to talk to her outside of work. The reader also has like very bad luck and like always is getting hurt. Her and Bakugo keep talking and he wants to meet her but she is like no I want to keep my job. Like I am not good at explaining things but I need to know what happened like did she find out it was bakugou??? Lmk if you know what I am talking about

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

King Switch 🩸🗡️

Jay White X Fem Reader

Jay White Masterlist Main Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ knife play, wax play, blood, unprotected sex, oral (f) receiving

Summary: It started off as a joke. Everyone always called Jay a knife pervert because he was a freak who wore a switchblade around his neck. Soon the nickname got to his head and Jay started feeling things he hadn’t felt before. Feelings that made him want to try new things in the bedroom.

An: I'm alive, I haven't posted anything in weeks because I have been so busy but I finally sat my ass down and wrote this fic I was meaning to write for months. Enjoy!

There was no secret that Jay White was different than other men. He was a total freak that was bat-shit crazy for you. Everyone knew about his things for knives but everyone assumed it was just a gimmick. It was for a while until it became much more than just an act. The first person to call Jay a knife pervert was Chuck Taylor, he said it jokingly at first but the nickname quickly caught on. One might think Jay was offended by the word, that he didn’t like the names but he loved it. The name was quick to get to his head, his freakish behaviors became more risky and noticeable. At times you had to beg him to stop, he couldn't just eat you from under one of the tables in catering. You could see the look in his eyes change every time someone mentioned the nickname. He became predatory, he looked psychotic, it turned him on. There were times when Jay refused to take off the switchblade around his neck. He liked the way the cool metal felt on his hot skin. He liked the sight of him pounding into you while the blade dangled from his neck above you, he loved the way you would sit on his cock, keeping him warm as you carefully played with the blade. At the end of the day it was a real knife he wore around his neck, he had to be careful he didn’t cut himself or you by mistake but he always wondered what if. Jay had become so fixated on being called a knife pervert that he knew he had to explore what exactly a knife pervert would do. 

When Jay texted you to come over you knew what he wanted. He had been texting you all day about how badly he missed you, how he was a starving man and your cunt was the only thing that would save him from salvation. Jay was never shy about how hard you made him, he always wanted you to know that no one else could make him feel the things he felt when he was with you. When you entered his apartment you were greeted by darkness. Just as you were about to call out his name you noticed the piece of paper on the floor. ‘Keep all of the lights off. Follow the candles honeybee’

You noticed the trail of candles that led to the bedroom. When you opened the door you saw him. Your boyfriend lay in bed, the thin white sheet had made a tent, he was extremely hard and was staring into your soul. The room was dark, multiple candles being your only light source. As you approached him you noticed handcuffs and a variety of knives on the nightstand. “What’s all this?” you asked nervously. “I want to try something new,” he told you calmly. He could see the fear in your eyes and was quick to calm you. “Don’t worry honeybee, I won’t be using any of this on you. I want- no need for you to do this for me. Do you think you can do that for me?” “I don’t want to hurt you,” you told him but he assured you he would be fine. 

You followed his instructions carefully. He watched you strip before him. How you slowly took off your shirt and pants. How you played with yourself as you took off your bra and underwear. He was salivating at the sight of you playing with your nipples, fighting back a moan. “Come here baby girl, I need to taste you,” He told you. You carefully climbed on the bed and sat on his face as he instructed. There was something about the way you came on his face that drove him to insanity. He was a madman who loved nothing more than to get drunk on your sweetness. He ate you like he was a starving man, like his life depended on it. He always knew exactly what he was doing, he knew what you needed without you ever having to say it and right now you needed to cum. Jay continued the assault on your pussy as your orgasm washed over you, making sure to lap up every drop. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” Jay told you “As much as I want to eat you out to the point where you are crying there are some other things I want to do with you” 

You carefully placed kitten licks and kissed his hard cock before slowly sinking down on him. Jay handed you a candle and asked you to pour it on him. You hesitated at first before pouring the wax on his chest. You could feel how turned on Jay was as the hot wax landed on his skin, instantly hardening. “Fuck, it feels so good” Jay wined out. Next, you picked up a knife and carefully removed the wax from his chest. You left light scratches on his chest and arms with the blade, admiring the pleasure you were able to bring him. “Y/n…” Jay asked sheepishly. “Yes” “Do you love me?” “Of course I love you, what kind of stupid question is that” “Than I need you to do this for me”

You couldn't believe what he was asking you. He wanted you to take the blade he wore daily and create 5 deep cuts on his right peck. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” You asked him nervously. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life” You watched the beads of blood form as you made the first incision. You felt almost like a doctor performing surgery.  “Fuck” He grunted as his hips bucked into yours unintentionally. The blade was now covered in his blood as you created the second mark. Jay began thrusting up into you as you continued to draw blood. The two of you slowly became covered in his blood. You had never felt so full in your life. “I need more” Jay cried out once you created the third and fourth cut. The fifth mark was the hardest, the incision going diagonally through the other four wounds. The fifth wound was the deepest, you kissed him passionately to silence the moans and grunts that fell from his lips. You kissed the wounds and began to ride Jay hard and fast as you could knowing Jay was desperate for that release. You continued to ride him through his release which triggered your own, cumming for the second time tonight. The sensation that washed over you both was something you had never felt before. You carefully traced your fingers over the fresh wounds. Jay hissed at the touch, he was overstimulated and sensitive everywhere, never experiencing such a powerful orgasm. “You really are a knife pervert” you told Jay playfully as you put the switchblade around your neck. “I can’t wait to see what else this blade can do” He told mischievously.  

[crossrhodez]

Better Than You (18+) Chapter 4 - Mjf X Fem!Reader

Paring(s): Mjf x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Swearing, smut! 18+ hate Fuck, fingering, protected sex, degrading, hair pulling, choking, spanking,

Genre(s): Smut,enemies-to-lovers au

Word Count: 3506

Better Than You Masterlist

As they made their way back to their hotel room, the tension between Y/n and Max was palpable, hanging heavy in the air like a thick fog. Each step seemed to widen the gap between them, burdened by the weight of their unspoken grievances.

Y/n felt a simmering frustration bubbling beneath her calm exterior, Britt and Adam had left again to go into town to grab some things we needed. Y/n knew she would have to stay in the room with Max for at least an hour The strained silence between them had become unbearable, a constant reminder of the growing rift. She couldn't shake the sinking feeling that their once-strong connection was slipping away, leaving them adrift in a sea of uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Max's brooding silence only served to intensify the tension, his impassive demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within Y/n. His eyes bore into her, a silent challenge that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Finally breaking the stifling silence, Y/n let out a frustrated sigh, her patience wearing thin. "What's on your mind, Max?" she asked, her voice tinged with exasperation.

Max's jaw clenched at her question, his expression a mixture of frustration and hurt. "You really want to know?" he retorted, his tone sharp with emotion. "Maybe if you weren't so damn stubborn—"

Y/n's temper flared at his accusation, her frustration boiling over. "Stubborn? How I literally haven't talked to you almost all day" she shot back, her voice tinged with disbelief. "You're the one who refuses to speak—"

Max's eyes flashed with indignation, his resolve hardening as he stepped closer to Y/n, closing the gap between them with deliberate intent. "Refuses to speak about what, exactly?" he challenged, his voice low and dangerously seductive.

Y/n felt a surge of defiance coursing through her veins, her own resolve matching his as she met his gaze head-on. "The truth on—" he interrupted her once again.

Their proximity ignited a firestorm of emotions, the air crackling with tension as they stood locked in a battle of wills. In that charged moment, there was no denying the magnetic pull drawing them together, a primal attraction that defied reason.

Max's gaze softened slightly, a flicker of vulnerability slipping through his steely exterior. "What? You wanna talk about the way you're obsessed with me huh?" He spat. "W-What I'm not obsessed with you, you're so fucking full of yourself that it's suffocating." she stuttered. "Oh come on just stop lying, I can tell by the way you look at me, the way you respond to my touch—" as he started to snake his hands around Y/N's waist.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding erratically as she struggled to maintain her composure. "You wish I would never like a piece of sh—"

With a sudden surge of boldness, Max closed the distance between them, his lips crashing down on hers in a heated kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. It was a kiss fueled by years of pent-up desire, a reckless abandon that left them both reeling with emotion.

Y/n's hands found their way to Max's chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she melted into the kiss, her senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of passion. He started to back Y/n onto the bed. Now he was on top of her and in that moment, there was no past, no future—only the intoxicating present.

Their lips moved in a frantic dance of longing and desire, each touch igniting a wildfire of sensations that consumed them both. The world fell away around them, leaving only the pulsing rhythm of their hearts and the searing heat of their shared passion.

But as they finally broke apart, breathless and dizzy with desire, she couldn't even think Max was the only thing on her mind. As they stared into each other's eyes, Max's hands started traveling down Y/N's body and stopped at the top of her gym shorts.

"I thought you hated me?" He said as he toyed with the top of her shorts. "I do" She whined. "Oh okay, then I'll stop". "No No Please don't stop" He laughed "You're so cute when you beg"

A beat, as Max’s hands continue moving, pulling down her shorts. Y/n lets out a small gasp, her voice trembling with vulnerability. " I bet you're so wet right now just by the way you're reacting"

Max is not fooled though, and his playful smile only grows wider. He pulls her closer, his hands still moving down the hem of her shorts, his lips almost teasingly close to her face. Still staring into her eyes, he whispers playfully. “You really think I’ll let you go that easily?” His hands finally reach the elastic of her shorts, pausing for a split second before he slowly starts to pull them down. Y/N lets out a small whimper as her heart begins to beat louder and faster.

He sticks his hand into her shorts and panties to run his thick fingers through your slick folds making your head throw back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as you try and stave off your moans.

“What’d I say? you’re fucking soaked, your pussy is begging to be fucked by me”

A small whimper escapes your lips when Max shoves his index finger into her soaked core, thrusting it in and out of you slowly as his dark eyes stay locked on hers. You could see the enjoyment on his face, he enjoyed watching Y/n fall apart for him, and he loved the control he had over her in the moment.

And as much as she wanted to push him off, tell him to go fuck himself, She was enjoying this too much.

“Max” Y/n breathed out, chest heaving up and down.

He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, shoving another finger into her cunt. He begins harshly thrusting them in and out of her, his palm firmly pressed against her clit.

Y/n feels your orgasm building inside you, the band threatening to snap when he curves his fingers slightly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you.

“i-i’m gonna cum, Max. fuck, s’close!” She whines, grinding herself against his hand, chasing her high as he pushes his fingers roughly into you. She begins clenching around his fingers,her release threatening to burst out of you.

Max stops, pulling his fingers from inside Y/n and sucking them clean. “Mmm, the princess tastes so good, who knew?”

Y/n throws your head up, eyes narrowed toward him in annoyance. “Max what the fuck, why’d you stop?!”

He chuckles darkly, his hands flying to the back of your hair as he smashes his lips to yours, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She moans against his lips when she tastes herself on his tongue.

He pulls your lips from his, holding your head back as his dark eyes burn into yours. “bratty little sluts like you don’t get to cum that easily”

She pouts. “but-“ you begin but your words die on your tongue, Max’s tight grip on your hair pulling a whine from your lips. he begins pulling you to the couch by your hair, your legs failing to keep up with his long strides causing you to stumble and trip over your own two feet.

“Take your clothes off, now”

She hesitantly pulls her shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor in front of you before you move to pull your shorts and panties down your legs. you feel your face heating up, feeling a little too exposed in front of Max for your liking.

Max sucks in a sharp breath, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes scanned the length of Y/N's naked body.

he takes a step toward you, making you flinch and scoot yourself further into the couch. you weren’t afraid of him, but after the way he’s been all night, it was out of instinct to flinch away from him.

“Don’t be scared, gonna fuck the attitude right out of you, and then we can go back to acting like the other doesn’t exist, got it?”

“o-okay”

He pulls at the waistband of his sweatpants, shoving them down his legs and kicking them to the side. Her eyes go wide when she sees his impressive length pressed against his thigh through the fabric of his briefs. you’d always heard rumors about Max’s size, but seeing it for herself, he looked much bigger than you’d expected.

Max leans forward, gripping your arms and yanking you upright. he pulls you to your feet, sitting on the couch and patting at his legs, making her cock her head to the side in confusion.

“C’mon, lay across my lap”

She wasn’t sure what his plan was, but she was too turned on to care. Whatever he had in store for her would be worth it.

She winced, feeling Max's hand land harshly on her ass, making her whimper. “What're you—” Slap! Max’s hand landed another harsh slap against her ass, tears forming in her eyes from the pain left behind.

“Just a little discipline. You need to learn not to talk back all the fucking time, not to have such a fucking attitude,” he growled.

He landed another harsh slap to the other side of her ass, the burn she felt from his hands making tears flow quickly down her face.

Max began rubbing at her ass, his large hands kneading at the flesh. She sighed in relief when she thought he was finally done with the spanking, but her mind went blank when she felt him land yet another rough smack.

He pulled her up, sitting her on the hotel bed and wiping his thumb across her cheek. “Stop fucking crying.”

She sniffled, nodding her head and wiping her tears away.

She watched as Max made his way toward John B's room, returning quickly with a condom in hand. She watched in awe as he slid his briefs down his legs, his large cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.

“Stop staring, princess. S’not nice,” she met his eyes, an amused smirk on his face when he saw the look of fear in her eyes. He stroked himself a few times before ripping the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding the condom down his length and stepping toward her. “It'll fit, don't worry. And if it doesn’t, I’ll make it fit.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, nodding as she watched him fall onto the bed. “Come sit on my cock. Want you to ride me.”

She stood from her spot on the bed so quickly she tripped over her own feet, stumbling forward, hands pressed firmly into Max’s chest. She threw one leg over his waist, straddling him and gripping his cock in one hand. She began grinding her hips over his length, a low groan pulled from him.

“Stop fucking teasing me, I don’t want to have to hurt you again, but I will.”

She nodded her head, reaching behind her and grasping his cock in her hands, stroking him softly and lining him up with her entrance. She pushed the head in slowly, gasping when the thick head pushed into her.

Max groaned. “Fuuuck.”

She fully sank herself onto him, a loud moan falling past her lips. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she sat still, trying to adjust to his size.

Max gripped her hips, sliding her up slowly before pushing her back down harshly. Her breath hitched in her throat when the head of his cock hit her g-spot. “Fuck, Max, fuck!”

He landed a slap to her ass, a whimper falling from her lips at the action. “Move, now,” Max demanded, both his hands landing harsh slaps to her ass cheeks again.

She quickly did as he said, bouncing herself up and down his length. The sounds of both their skin slapping together, soft whimpers, and loud moans filled the room.

Max ran his hands from her hips to her ass, gripping at the flesh hard, landing smacks as she continued to bounce herself up and down. “Such a good fucking slut, bouncing yourself on my cock, the cock of the man that fucking hates you.”

She whimpered, Max’s cock pushing into her so deep she could feel it in her stomach. The head of his cock continuously hit at her sweet spot, the band in her belly beginning to tighten, her vision blurred with tears. “Max, I’m gonna cum—fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

She heard Max tsk, his hands making purchase on her hips again as he stopped her movements. “You don’t fucking cum until I say you can, got it? Brats don’t get to cum whenever they fucking want.”

She whined, her hand slithering between the two of them, fingers finding her clit instantly. She began rubbing slow circles around her sensitive bud, trying to chase her orgasm despite Max’s telling her no.

Max’s hand grabbed hers, pulling it from her clit and twisting her arm behind her back. “Are you disobeying me, princess? I would recommend you not do that.”

Max began pounding his hips up into hers, his cock repeatedly hitting her g-spot, a string of curses and moans falling from her lips at his continued abuse to her cunt.

“Such a tight fucking pussy. Who knew the girl I fucking hate would feel so fucking good?” Max groaned, his voice low and raspy.

He began placing sloppy kisses around her neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. She felt his thrusts getting sloppy, letting her know he was close to his orgasm. “Max, can I please cum? Please,” she whined, tears flowing down her face from the pressure she felt between her thighs.

Max sank his teeth into her shoulder, his dick stiffening as he burst into the condom.

“Fuckfuck, go on, cum. Be a good slut and cum all over me.”

His words were all it took to send her flying over the edge, her release bursting from her in body-shaking euphoria.

“Max, shit, feels so fucking good, Max,” she cried out, his hips pounding into her a few more times before he went limp beneath her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to slow her breathing. Max slapped at her ass, making her lift her head as he lifted her from his lap, tossing her to the side.

She wasn’t sure what his plan was, but she was too turned on to care. Whatever he had in store for her would be worth it.

She winced, feeling Max's hand land harshly on her ass, making her whimper. “What're you—” Slap! Max’s hand landed another harsh slap against her ass, tears forming in her eyes from the pain left behind.

“Just a little discipline. You need to learn not to talk back all the fucking time, not to have such a fucking attitude,” he growled.

He landed another harsh slap to the other side of her ass, the burn she felt from his hands making tears flow quickly down her face.

Max began rubbing at her ass, his large hands kneading at the flesh. She sighed in relief when she thought he was finally done with the spanking, but her mind went blank when she felt him land yet another rough smack.

He pulled her up, sitting her on the hotel bed and wiping his thumb across her cheek. “Stop fucking crying.”

She sniffled, nodding her head and wiping her tears away.

She watched as Max made his way toward John B's room, returning quickly with a condom in hand. She watched in awe as he slid his briefs down his legs, his large cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.

“Stop staring, princess. S’not nice,” she met his eyes, an amused smirk on his face when he saw the look of fear in her eyes. He stroked himself a few times before ripping the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding the condom down his length and stepping toward her. “It'll fit, don't worry. And if it doesn’t, I’ll make it fit.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, nodding as she watched him fall onto the bed. “Come sit on my cock. Want you to ride me.”

She stood from her spot on the bed so quickly she tripped over her own feet, stumbling forward, hands pressed firmly into Max’s chest. She threw one leg over his waist, straddling him and gripping his cock in one hand. She began grinding her hips over his length, a low groan pulled from him.

“Stop fucking teasing me, I don’t want to have to hurt you again, but I will.”

She nodded her head, reaching behind her and grasping his cock in her hands, stroking him softly and lining him up with her entrance. She pushed the head in slowly, gasping when the thick head pushed into her.

Max groaned. “Fuuuck.”

She fully sank herself onto him, a loud moan falling past her lips. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she sat still, trying to adjust to his size.

Max gripped her hips, sliding her up slowly before pushing her back down harshly. Her breath hitched in her throat when the head of his cock hit her g-spot. “Fuck, Max, fuck!”

He landed a slap to her ass, a whimper falling from her lips at the action. “Move, now,” Max demanded, both his hands landing harsh slaps to her ass cheeks again.

She quickly did as he said, bouncing herself up and down his length. The sounds of both their skin slapping together, soft whimpers, and loud moans filled the room.

Max ran his hands from her hips to her ass, gripping at the flesh hard, landing smacks as she continued to bounce herself up and down. “Such a good fucking slut, bouncing yourself on my cock, the cock of the man that fucking hates you.”

She whimpered, Max’s cock pushing into her so deep she could feel it in her stomach. The head of his cock continuously hit at her sweet spot, the band in her belly beginning to tighten, her vision blurred with tears. “Max, I’m gonna cum—fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

She heard Max tsk, his hands making purchase on her hips again as he stopped her movements. “You don’t fucking cum until I say you can, got it? Brats don’t get to cum whenever they fucking want.”

She whined, her hand slithering between the two of them, fingers finding her clit instantly. She began rubbing slow circles around her sensitive bud, trying to chase her orgasm despite Max’s telling her no.

Max’s hand grabbed hers, pulling it from her clit and twisting her arm behind her back. “Are you disobeying me, princess? I would recommend you not do that.”

Max began pounding his hips up into hers, his cock repeatedly hitting her g-spot, a string of curses and moans falling from her lips at his continued abuse to her cunt.

“Such a tight fucking pussy. Who knew the girl I fucking hate would feel so fucking good?” Max groaned, his voice low and raspy.

He began placing sloppy kisses around her neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. She felt his thrusts getting sloppy, letting her know he was close to his orgasm. “Max, can I please cum? Please,” she whined, tears flowing down her face from the pressure she felt between her thighs.

Max sank his teeth into her shoulder, his dick stiffening as he burst into the condom.

“Fuckfuck, go on, cum. Be a good slut and cum all over me.”

His words were all it took to send her flying over the edge, her release bursting from her in body-shaking euphoria.

“Max, shit, feels so fucking good, Max,” she cried out, his hips pounding into her a few more times before he went limp beneath her.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to slow her breathing. Max slapped at her ass, making her lift her head as he lifted her from his lap, tossing her to the side.

Max chuckled, standing from the bed and pulling the condom off of himself, tossing it into the trash. “Thanks for that, I’m gonna sleep good now.”

He opened the mini fridge, pulling out a soda and opening it. He took a long sip as he made his way back into the bathroom, grabbing his underwear and sweatpants from the floor and slipping them back on.

“We don’t talk about this, ever. Got it? It was just...hate sex? Someone had to fuck the attitude out of you. This changes nothing, you mean nothing to me, and I still hate you.”

What the hell just happened.

[theedarbyallin]

Even darkness can find happiness

[99hook]

I’d definitely love to see a part 2 to that last imagine where it’s the next morning and Tyler and the reader are talking after the events that occurred that night? Maybe some more Protective Hook? We all love a good protective hook! 🫶🏼🩵

Thank you for reading the first one and requesting part 2! I hope you love this one too 🫶🏼🩷 (this is way longer than I anticipated)

Part One - for anyone who hasn’t read it

Synopsis: it’s the morning after the bar & you and Tyler have some unfinished business to take care of

Warnings: HEAVY angst, cursing, sweet moments, two ex lovers hashing it all out, basically

You couldn’t move a muscle for at least two hours after you woke up. Staring at the ceiling, focusing on not getting sick, you tried to recollect the events of last night in your mind. They were all broken up into bits and pieces, but you know for sure that you remember Tyler and some guy getting into it. You vaguely remember getting back to the hotel room but you vividly recall him being in there with you.

Your phone was sitting on the night stand next to an untouched glass of water. You still had your shoes on and the same clothes you went out in. You don’t even remember falling asleep, but clearly you did.

You sighed as you reached for your phone, noting the text from Skye that read, Call me when you wake up.

She answered on the first ring as if she was waiting for the call. You had to lower the volume when you put her on speaker, as any little sound was making your head pound.

“Hey.” She softly spoke through the phone.

“Hey.” You groaned as you rubbed your temples.

“Feeling it today?” She chuckles.

“God, yes.” You attempted to soothe the pounding sensation but it was useless. “I don’t remember everything that happened last night, but I know Tyler brought me home. And he got in a fight at the bar?”

“Mhm.” Skye hums. “I’m the one who called him way before all of that. You were so drunk that Willow and I couldn’t get you out the bar and we just didn’t know what to do.”

You fell silent for a moment and she did too. You tried to recollect all of that, but the memory was so hazy. You weren’t sure how to feel about Skye calling Tyler. Especially when you didn’t even know she did it in the first place, but it was hard to be mad about it when you knew in your heart that all you wanted was to see him again anyway.

“So, was there a fight? I remember a fight, I’m pretty sure.”

“Yeah.” Skye chuckles. “There was a weird dude who kept looking over at you all night. At first you told Willow and I that he looked like Frankenstein, but then you got so drunk you were actually trying to go over there and talk to him.”

“Oh God.”

“-and he came over when you and I were… arguing. He kept trying to give you shots and I told him you had enough. That’s when tyler showed up. They got into it a little bit. Tyler told him that he wasn’t taking you home so he needed to leave you alone and then the guy said something inappropriate about you and tyler lost it.”

You couldn’t remember most of that. The only thing that was decently recollected was the sight of pieces of teeth on the floor and blood on Tyler’s fists. Everything else was nothing but a blur.

“And listen, I know you’re probably upset that I asked tyler to come, but it honestly was just because I didn’t know what else to do. You didn’t listen to me or Willow and I was worried you’d do something you regretted.” She blurted, and you could hear the worry in her voice.

“I’m not upset.” You whispered back, sitting up in the bed. “And I’m sorry that I ruined our night. That’s the last thing I wanted to do. I got too drunk and made it everyone else’s problem. I hate knowing you guys couldn’t even have a good time because of me.”

Skye sighed softly. “It’s okay, Y/N, but if I’m just being honest, this has been happening a lot lately. Really, ever since you and Tyler broke up. We’re just worried about you, that’s all.”

That silenced you. You stared down at your shoes on your feet still, something that was also a little bitter sweet since it was always something Tyler did for you whenever the two of you got drunk together. He knew bending over to take your shoes off made you dizzy so he always did it for you, but that’s not his place anymore and he clearly knows that too.

“Hey-“ Skye brings you back from those thoughts, “What exactly happened after you and Tyler left last night?”

You felt your brows knit together as you tried to remember. “Nothing, really. I think he just made sure I got to the room and left.”

“So… no talking?”

“Not that I remember.” You shrugged as you stood up and grabbed some clean clothes that were laying on the dresser.

“You should call him.” Skye says after a second of silence. “I think it’s time the two of you talk about everything.”

And she was right. It was probably way past time, at this point. The only thing about that was that you were still so tender hearted when it came to him and everything that happened between you two. You still had scars on your heart from the painful ending of your relationship and it was the hardest thing for you to even think about, except when you’re wasted, of course.

“He told me he wanted to.” Skye adds, her voice barely a whisper.

“He told you he wanted to what? Talk?”

“Mhm.” She hums. “That’s why he took you back to the hotel. I just called and asked him to help Willow and I get you back to your room but he insisted on taking you back himself.”

You stared ahead at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, noting that you looked like you’d just went through hell and back. The thoughts of last night were probably going to continue being a drunken blur but you suddenly remember tyler telling you that he meant what he said when he always swore he’d never let anything happen to you, and that shot a pain right through your heart.

“I gotta go. I’ll call you later.” You quickly blurted before you hung up the phone. You stared back at yourself in the mirror for a couple moments. You were hardly recognizable anymore. You wore heartbreak on your face and it was plain to see. You just looked so sad and broken inside.

You knew the first thing you needed was a shower, in the desperate hopes that maybe you could wash all your problems down the drain but you knew that was just you being delusional when you stepped out and still felt like your heart weighed five pounds in your chest.

You threw the clothes on you grabbed earlier and made quick work of brushing your wet hair and your teeth to get the taste of hot tequila out of your mouth. You were hungry and knew you needed to eat something but the only thing you could think about right now was Tyler and how he told Skye he wanted to talk. It was something you were scared to address but also desperate to do, and had been for weeks since the split.

You plopped down on the bed and your thumb hovered over his contact. You were shaky and your stomach was twisting up again but you pushed past all of that and put the phone to your ear. He picked up on the 3rd ring with a groggy voice that told you he hasn’t been up long.

“Hello?” He muttered, sounding like his face was buried in the pillows.

“Hey.” You whispered back, knowing if you talked any louder your voice would probably tremble.

“Hey.” You could hear him moving around in his bed. You suddenly felt unsure what to say or how to go about the conversation in general.

“Um-“ you sighed as you leaned against the headboard. “About last night. I really don’t remember a whole lot-“

“Yeah you were shitfaced.” He cut in with a bitter tone. It was evident that he wasn’t very happy about what all happened.

“Yeah. I’m really sorry about that.” You barely muttered through the phone. You heard him walking around and the sound of a faucet turning on in the background before he answered you.

“It’s all good.”

You knew that he was being cold towards you. That’s what happened immediately after the two of you broke up. He went from being this warm, caring, loving man to this cold, blunt and short-tempered one. You hated the change, but you couldn’t expect things to just stay the same either.

“Is there anything you want to say?” You blurted, hoping that maybe that would get him to talk like he told Skye he wanted to do.

“Mm” he hummed. “Nope.”

“So there’s nothing you want to talk to me about?” You pressed on. There was a pause, you couldn’t hear anything except for his soft breaths.

“Not anymore.” He lowly muttered, and you could’ve sworn that you felt and heard the way your heart cracked right down the center.

“Not anymore?” You asked, “because of something I did last night or-“

“What are we gonna talk about, Y/N?” He snapped, “What always happens when you and I say we’re gonna talk?”

You fell silent because you knew he was right. Any time the two of you had attempted to talk about the past it always leads to him staying over and you both thinking you can stick a bandaid on a bullet hole for a night, only to end up despising each other even more in the morning.

“I just-“ you sigh as you attempt to push the tears back. “I don’t want that, Tyler. I just want to talk. I want to have a real, honest conversation about everything. I hate this. I hate everything about this. Can you please just give me that? Just give me some closure.”

You heard him sigh deeply. “I’ll be over soon.” Then hang up.

He knocked on your door after about fifteen anxious minutes and you were greeted with tired, low eyes shadowed by loose, messy strands of hair and his signature black hood. He didn’t say anything as he stared back at you, but you still knew this man like the back of your own hand. You could see that he’d been going through the deepest depths of hell just like you.

You stepped to the side to let him in and he slowly made his way to the middle of the room. He leaned his back against the wall and watched as you sat down on the edge of the bed. You patted the space next to you but he only eyed it, then proceeded to take a seat in the chair across from the bed instead.

There was that awkward, eerie energy escalating around the two of you again. It felt like the air was suddenly ten times thicker and your heart was ten times heavier.

Tyler kept his eyes trained on the sky outside the window until you finally spoke in an attempt to alleviate some of the tensions.

“I don’t know what to say.” You attempted to chuckle, but he didn’t find any humor in it. His eyes snapped from the window to your face with an expression that was rather emotionless, as if he didn’t have a thought in his mind even though he actually had far too many to be able to process at the moment.

“You asked me to come here.” He pointed out.

“I know.” You nodded. “But now I- I don’t know.”

He watched as you ran your hand through your hair and started playing with the ends of it. He knew that was something you always used to do when you were anxious.

He looked over at the untouched glass of water he left on the nightstand and the trash can still sitting by the bed. It was then that he realized he didn’t leave you any Aspirin out like he always used to, because it was the only thing that ever helped your headaches. He tried to ignore that.

“Why did you come last night.” You finally asked, bringing him from his own thoughts. His eyes landed on you before they fell to the floor.

“Skye called me and said they couldn’t get you under control, basically.” He shrugged one shoulder.

“So you came to help them. That’s it?” You pressed on, watching as his eyes raised and met with yours again, and he nodded. You glanced at the scars on his knuckles that were scabbing already.

“What about that guy?” You asked, watching as he clenched his right fist over his knee.

“What about him?”

“What did he do to me?” You asked, noticing the way his shoulders were tensing up even underneath his hoodie.

“He didn’t do anything to you.” Tyler groaned as he adjusted in his seat. “Did he?” His brows raised underneath the wispy locks over his forehead.

You shook your head. You didn’t remember much but you know you didn’t go anywhere with that guy. That was probably all thanks to Skye and Willow and for that you made a mental note to thank them later on.

“Why did you fuck him up?” You asked, recalling a little more now but still not remembering exactly what happened that lead up to the whole altercation.

Tyler sighed and slouched a little more in the seat. “I don’t know, Y/N. I guess I just felt like beating someone’s ass last night.” He huffed, and you could hear the annoyance leaking from his tone. It was something that had the same effect on you immediately, which was always when things tended to escalate between you two.

“You don’t have to be such a smart ass, Tyler, I’m just asking you what happened last night.”

“You shouldn’t have gotten so fucked up that you don’t remember.” He groaned as his eyes fell to his knuckles and the scars atop them.

“Okay, well I did!” Your voice was escalating and it earned his eyes to snap to you. “So get over that part and just tell me why you fought someone over me!”

“It was not over you.” He pointed as he leaned up in his chair. “As much as you probably want to think I just swooped in to save you, I didn’t. I just didn’t like that dude.”

You peered back at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Swooped in and saved me? Really?” You deadpanned, shooting him a look he knew all too well. “You’re so fucking full of yourself Tyler, like you’ve always been.”

This made him scoff. “Yeah, alright.”

“Yeah, I am right!” You shouted, feeling your anger boil over to the point where you might not be able to contain it anymore. “And you’re acting so fucking cold towards me right now, like you have been doing since you left me! I don’t deserve that! I never did!”

“What am I supposed to do, Y/N? Be your best friend?! Kiss your fucking ass?! You want to go running through a field of fucking flowers together like it’s all sunshine and rainbows?!” He leaned up further in his seat, sitting on the edge of it. “That’s now how this shit works! We have too much history for all that and honestly? I don’t even know why the fuck I’m sitting in here trying to talk to you right now!”

“I’m the one trying to talk to you! You’re just pissing me off acting all nonchalant and careless right now!” Your voice was nearly echoing off the walls, reddening Tyler’s cheeks by the passing second. He dropped his head in his hands and tugged at his roots, groaning.

“Oh my fucking- this! This is the reason right here!” He picks his head back up, his hands flailing every which way. “You don’t know how to fucking communicate! You’re so fucking exhausting!”

“I’m exhausting?!” You slap your hand against your chest. “You’re not even trying to talk to me, Tyler! How come you told Skye you wanted to talk to me last night and now you’re sitting here being a smart ass and acting like you have nothing to say to me! Why do you love prolonging this heartbreak for me?! What did I do to deserve that shit?!” Tears threatened to spill over but you tried to blink them back. It was then that Tyler felt his heart sink.

Tyler’s mouth fell open but no words came out. He stared back at you, his expression unreadable. There was silence filling the room with the exception of your heavy breaths and after a few seconds you’d realized that this was not the way you wanted this conversation to go. This was the exact opposite, even.

You sighed and dropped your head. “Tyler-“

“I did come to get you.” He interrupted, his voice low as he stared down at his clasped hands. “From the bar. Skye called and said you were drunk and all you were talking about was us. Me and you, and the past and-“ he shook his head and sat back in the chair. “And how you just wished I’d talk to you and give you some sort of closure. She told me she was worried about you and if I still loved you then I needed to make things right, because she couldn’t stand seeing you like that.”

He picked his head back up, his eyes soft and round. “Then I got there and that punk ass dude you were talking to got smart with me. Said some things. I don’t know, I don’t remember everything cause I blacked out but he disrespected you. I know that.”

You stared back at him, holding onto every single word.

“And I did plan to have a conversation with you but you were so drunk and I didn’t want to do it on those terms. And now, I’ve thought about it basically all night and I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do or not, Y/N. We were so bad for each other at the end of it all.”

“But we loved each other so much.” You cut in, your voice barely above a whisper. Tyler nodded, his eyes falling to where you were involuntarily chipping away at your fingernail polish. “I loved you with everything I had and you just left me, like I was nothing to you.”

“I told you, Y/N-“ Tyler’s eyes lock with yours, refusing to break away until his words resonate, “I told you that I wanted you to find someone better. I wanted you to find someone you didn’t have to worry about all the time. Someone you could actually trust. Someone-“

“I trusted you, Tyler. I trusted you up until you hooked up with that slut in Boston! I trusted you with my whole fucking heart and you betrayed that. You betrayed me!”

“That’s my fucking point!” He shouts over you, rising from the chair, towering over you. “I know what I did to you. I know I fucking destroyed you, Y/N, and you still wanted me. You still wanted to be with me and make it work even though it was killing you inside. You lost your self respect just because you wanted to love me and I couldn’t let you do that. You deserved better and I-“

Tyler trails off, his head dropping as he feels the sting of a single tear prick the corner of his eye. The guilt had been eating him alive from the inside out and even though he tried not to show it, everyone could tell.

You stood up, standing mere inches from him as you reached up and cupped his jaw with one hand. Tyler didn’t pull away when he felt your warm hand against his cheek. He didn’t even notice he leaned into it.

“Im sorry.” He muttered, clearing his throat and swallowing past the lump that accumulated in it.

“You’ve said that a million times.” You whispered back, stroking the stubble on his cheek. “And I forgave you already.”

“I know you did but you shouldn’t have. You shouldn’t still want to be with me. You should hate everything about me right now, and God, I really wish you did because it would make it a whole lot easier for me to resist you.” He confesses, his breath puffing out in shortened pants of hot air against your lips.

“I know that.” You nod. “If I hated you, it would be way easier for me to resist you too. But I don’t.” You shrugged one shoulder. “And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to resist you, even if I did hate you with a passion, Tyler.”

His eyes flickered from yours to your lips twice before you realized you both were leaning in, like you always would. Your lips connected and it was all too easy to get lost within each other in that moment. It had been weeks since the last time you’ve felt this and it was a beautiful contrast to the constant pain you were in, deprived of his touch and him all together.

Tyler’s hands found your waist as he guided you back. Your back gently rested on the mattress as he hovered over you, his hands slipping underneath your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin that he missed so much against his own.

He pulled away, breathless, the moment you wrapped your legs around his hips.

“Should we really be doing this right now?” He breaths, fanning minty sensations over your cheeks.

“Probably not.” You raked your fingers through his hair and gave it a gentle tug as you lifted up to meet his lips with yours again. To your surprise, however, he pulled back and stared down at you.

“Then let’s not do this.” He whispered, bringing his hand to cup your cheek instead of your hips. “Let’s find another way to work through our problems. A way that actually works, this time. If you really want to do this, we’re gonna do it right.”

You stared up at him, only nodding.

“I want the real thing with you again, but I want it better this time. I want you to trust me, and I want you to be happy again. I don’t want to just fuck and not talk for weeks until I get a call that you’re at a bar drunk off your ass, crying to your friends about how much you miss me. I don’t want any of that anymore, Y/N. I just want you and me and a healthy relationship.”

You could’ve swore you felt a tear sting your eye but you were quick to blink it away as fast as it appeared. You nodded and offered a smile, and he covered it with his lips.

“I’m assuming you haven’t ate today. Can I take you out on a date?” He asks, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“Absolutely.”

[alexablissmark]

detention (part 1) [hook x female reader]

you get a detention and your least favorite person decides to join you. female reader.

warnings: angst, bullying, gossip, middle school trauma, shootings, manipulation, nudes, swearing, suicide, intimidation, bad puns, revoked privilege

this is slightly based on personal experiences and my own schools stupid attendance policy ♡

For the third time this week, you left the house too late. For the second time this week, your car wouldn't start. And for the first time this week, you received a detention.

What a stupid policy.

You'd think school would be the one place where being late is forgiven. People would be kind and empathetic towards you and understand that there are millions of factors going into being in class before 8AM, most of which are out of your control. Right?

Wrong.

Well, surely you'd only have to make up the five minutes of class that'd you have missed? It's not a big deal.

Also, wrong.

Fifty minutes for every tardy after the two "freebies" as they had called it. So there you were, sitting in detention. Detention started at 3:35. If you were late, they sent you home, and you had to serve a second one. You made sure you were there by 3:33, at the latest. There were a few people already there. You sat a table by yourself. Two to a table, please. There came in a few more kids after you. It was a busy day for detention.

"Julia?" The teacher, Mr. Regal, called.

"Here," she said.

"Brittany?"

"Here,"

"Adam?"

"Here,"

"Max?"

"Here,"

"Tyler?"

"Here,"

"Y/N?"

"Here,"

That's when you stopped listening to roll-call.

The aforementioned Tyler sat next to you. Not because he wanted to, but because it was the last open seat available, and he walked in last. Tyler was basically the embodiment of everything a dad wanted his son to be. Young, handsome, athletic, seemingly well-mannered. But to you, he was everything but well-mannered. He was nothing except a cold-hearted devil.

Even though you've been going to the same school your entire life, it'd been hard to make friends. The closed off community you had been forced to surround yourself with was filled with nothing but elitists.

(a/n: see what i did there? imso funny hahaha please laugh)

Your first run-in with Tyler was in first grade. He sat at your table. He took scissors to your hair. When the teacher came over, it looked like you were the one who did it. He never said sorry and was mean to you for the rest of the year. You got your scissor privileges taken away. His friends joined in on teasing you sometime during second grade.

After fourth grade, they stopped being mean to you in your face and spread rumors instead. It earned you a visit to the principals office with police officers waiting for you. A list had been found by a "concerned student" and was brought to the schools attention. The student said he believed it to be you. Except, the handwriting looked nothing like yours. It was messy and gross. Kindergartener-like. You thanked Ms. Aubrey for bringing it up during your visit. You were let go.

Eventually, the teasing and school shooter rumors turned into notes in lockers. Notes with lines of daring you to kill yourself and condemning you to hell. You never reported them. You didn't bother. You had other things to worry about, anyway. Better things, like the spelling bee. You won the spelling bee in 6th grade. Tyler was the other finalist. It felt really, really good. You smiled at him when you won. He just squinted his eyes at you, trying to intimadate you. But nothing could intimidate a world-class champion, such as yourself.

He didn't start bothering you again until the end of 8th grade. He asked you for pictures. You told him no. He still told everybody you sent them to him anyway. You were deemed "too slutty" for anyone to want to be friends with you after that. That was the consensus all the way up until now. Junior year.

Now you were sitting across from the one person who had made your life a living hell for the past 10 years. You didn't even know why. You've never done anything to him. Did he resent you for something? Or was he just trying to entertain himself with the shy kid with a different sense of style? Maybe it was none of the above.

Thoughts like this crossed your mind as you pretended to read a book. You looked at the clock. It was only 3:45. You looked at Tyler. He was already looking at you. You gave him a weird look and went back to fake reading. He slid you a note.

"why u reading that?" it said.

You quietly opened your pencil pouch so as not to draw attention to the highly punishable note-passing. Mr. Regal enforced rules by the book, and you did not want to spend another day here wasting your time. You could hear a pen drop in that room. Any sort of noise would mean certain death.

"i found it in the library," you wrote back.

Tyler was writing some sort of response until a hand snatched the paper away. You looked up with a hint of fear in your eyes.

"Passing notes?" Mr. Regal exclaimed. "You two know better. Especially as juniors. That's another detention for you both!"

If looks could kill, Mr. Regal would be dead on the floor. You had incredibly important napping plans for tomorrow. Tyler probably had lacrosse practice or something sporty like that. You and Tyler looked at each other, but you quickly went back to pretend reading. It was only 3:50 at that point. Could time go by any slower?

You actually started to find yourself interested in the book you were reading, and you quickly got lost in its world. But that was cut short when Mr. Regal said everyone could go. It was 4:25 by then.

You were walking to your car when you heard a voice call behind you.

"Hey!" it said.

You looked behind you.

Here we go.

"What, Tyler?"

"I just wanted to say that's my favorite book you were reading," he said with a slight smirk.

You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever," you said.

You began to continue your walk to the back of the parking lot. You didn't like to park next to others.

He followed you to your car. You checked your phone and the time read 4:32.

"What?" you said, annoyed.

Your back was to your driver-side door. He put his hands on either side of you.

"I just think it's impressive someone like you could read such profound literature," he said sarcastically.

"Shut the fuck up, Tyler. It's literally your fault we have to go back to detention tomorrow," you said.

"You didn't have to answer back," he said.

"You didn't have to talk to me in the first place," you snapped back.

"I wanted to talk to you," he answered.

"I didn't," you said while crossing your arms.

"I think you're a liar," he whispered.

"I think you should eat a dick, bitch," you said aggressively.

The tension was ever-rising between the two of you. Years and years of hate between you both had finally come to its peak. All the while, he had you pinned beneath him, and you had nowhere to go. Your faces were only inches apart. His eyes locked into yours. After a few seconds, you looked away. You'd die if anyone saw you like that with Tyler of all people. Luckily, no one did. He didn't seem to really care. He sighed and walked away.

You got into your car and went home.

The time was 4:56 when you got to your room.

You took a nap, which you didn't wake up from until 6:45 the next morning.

School went by really fast that day. And when you got to the detention room, luckily it wasn't Mr. Regal. It was the principal, Mr. Khan. He was nice and understanding, but a lot of times, he let things fly under the radar. He seemed to only punish people for small things - like being late and note passing.

Unluckily, it was just you and Tyler that day. He sat across from you again.

this got too long so part 2 will b out soon ♡

[delilahcalicocat]

Yes please can you do a part 2 to the Hook/reader/mariah smut please 😍. But this time Hook pays more attention to reader

A/N: Yessss! Of course! <3

{My Birthday Girl..}

{Rating: Smut}

{Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Swearing, Oral sex (F receiving), Aftercare, use of sex toys}

{Pairing: HOOK/Tyler x Fem!Reader x Mariah May}

It was officially your birthday, and the night before.. Hook's birthday. Made you feel left out.

But you didn't let that ruin your birthday, your biggest day. Turning (Y/A).

So you tried to focus on the positives of the day! Like having the best fucking birthday of your life. Since you only turn (Y/A) once.

While you were scrubbing the floor from the mess you & Mariah made last night, Hook walked up to you.

"What is it Ty?" You asked

"Hey, Y/N... I'm really sorry for last night... and since it's your birthday, I figured I could make up for it?" Hook spoke

"What do you mean? Like you wanna make up for kinda leaving me out?" You said

"Just wait until tonight, I promise. You'll never want to stop-" He said

"Ok?" You spoke confused

You put your anger aside for the rest of the day. As not to freak out at anyone or anything. Because you were so upset.

You ended up screaming at your cat on accident. Which you instantly made right..

"Ok Y/N! Come on upstairs!" Hook called out to you.

You ran up the stairs, and that's when you saw Mariah, And Tyler waiting for you.

They wanted to try the whole... threesome thing again.

Even though you were hesitant, you agreed.

it started off simple, nothing too bad. Mariah getting oral while you fucked yourself silly on Hook's fingers.

But then it started to pick up. Mariah stepping away from the situation, to use a vibrator to finish.

Meanwhile, Hook was fucking you into the mattress. It was either he fucked your throat mercilessly or he was fucking you into the bed.

You didn't mind though, as this made up for everything the night before.

Hook and Mariah must've planned this whole thing out.

Because at the end of the night. You were crying out HOOK's name, wanting more.

You felt like you never wanted another birthday. Unless it was like this.

You didn't care if you were so overstimulated you could collapse.

This. Was. The. Best. Fucking. Night. Of. Your. Life.

You had made a mess at that point. You were sorta embarrassed, but HOOK didn't really care. He got you in the bath and changed the sheets and everything before you came out in your shorts and his shirt.

Mariah got in her Pajamas for the night, and Hook did too.

You all crawled into bed, and snuggled up.

Hook giving you a kiss on the forehead and saying quietly "Happy Birthday baby.."

[1-800-sinister]

Bloodbath

Requested by: @houseofcopeland

Warning: Mentions of Blood, Shayna and Christian get coated in it, That's pretty much it

Shayna was in the ring with Christian. She was smiling, not knowing what was going to come. 

"Shayna do you take Christian to be your lawfully wed husband?" the officiant asked. Shayna nodded. "I do." 

The officiant turned and looked at Christian, "Do you, Christian, take Shayna to be your lawfully wed wife?" and before Christian could answer, the lights went out.

Shayna was confused, then the lights popped back on, and Christian saw Julia and Adam standing there with smirks on their faces.

Julia waved mockingly, and then the next thing Christian and Shayna knew, blood poured down onto them. Adam laughed hearing Shaynas screams and Christian cussing him out.

Adam spoke into the mic with a smirk on his face. "How's that for a wedding gift?" he laughed. 

Julia grabbed the mic and said, "There's a lot more where that came from." She then dropped the mic, the lights going out. 

When the lights came on, Adam and Julia were nowhere to be seen. All you could hear were Shayna's screams and her throwing a fit because the blood ruined her dress and makeup. Christian stared at where Adam once was.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

Summary: Seeing pictures of Eddie and Allie makes you freak out and get really angry. Eddie reassures you that you are the only one he wants to be with.

Eddie Kingston x Reader (18+)

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"Oh cmon!"

I am sitting on the couch playing a video game not paying attention to how long I have been playing. I die in the game and decide to turn it off before I get angry. I grab my phone off the couch and walk to the kitchen. I look over at the clock on the stove and see it's almost midnight.

"What the fuck? I've been playing that long?"

I look at my phone and see no messages or anything on it. I make a confused face and open my phone.

"Where the hell is my man?"

I click on his contact and call him. Goes right to voice-mail so I decide to try again. Goes to voice-mail once again. I huff and decide to text him instead.

"Edward. Where are you? Why aren't you home?"

My message doesn't go through making me start to fume. I decide to open up Instagram to see if he or anyone is with him. Than I see the two pictures that make my heart shatter into a million pieces. The one girl he told me not to worry about. Allie........

I feel my eyes start to swell up with tears. I shake my head and wipe my face. I grab a water bottle, walk upstairs to our room, lock the door and flop down on the bed. I turn on the TV and put on my favorite TV series on so I can try and fall asleep. It's no use though. I am just laying in bed staring at the ceiling, eyes starting to swell up again but not from being sad. I am beyond pissed off. I just want to go and find where they are so I can rip Allie a new one. I start to slowly cry hugging my pillow for support.

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What feels like a hours go by and I hear the door swing open smacking very hard against the wall. Than some banging and the door slamming shut. I roll my eyes sighing sitting up to look at the door to make sure I locked it. I pick up my phone to look at the time seeing it is 3 in the morning. I shake my head and lay back down hearing him fumble around in the kitchen.

"BABE! WHERE ARE YOU? IM HUNGRY!"

I say nothing just sitting there listening to him yell for me.

"BABE SERIOUSLY?! WHERE ARE YOU? IM STARVING!"

I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs closer and closer to our room. I grab the covers pulling them up over my head grabbing onto the pillow more pulling it into my face. I hear the door handle jiggle a little.

"Babe. Cmon. Unlock the door. Please. What is the problem?"

He jiggles the door handle again. I can hear how drunk he is just by the way he is talking. Slurring every word that he is saying. I lay there just listening to him sighing and moving the door handle around. Than I hear him walk back downstairs. I cuddle into the pillow trying to go to sleep not hearing him anymore.

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Suddenly, I feel a hand touching me through the blankets. I scream and swing my arm hitting him right in the balls. He grabs his junk falling to his knees breathing really fast. I sit up covering my mouth at what just happened.

"Nice to see you too babe."

He breaths out trying to sit on the bed next to me. I move away from him looking at him confused.

"How the fuck did you get in here?"

He turns around holding up a butter knife. I roll my eyes, lay back down facing away from him. He tosses the butter knife on the nightstand and puts a hand on my side.

"Don't. Touch. Me. Edward."

"Woah. Whats with the full name?"

I sit up looking at him crossing my arms with a very angry face.

"Really? Are you kidding me?"

"What? What did I do now?"

I huff getting up and walking downstairs. He follows right behind me.

"Cmon Y/N. Tell me what I did wrong. Please. Talk to me."

He grabs my arm and whips me around to face him pushing me against the kitchen wall. I roll my eyes not looking up at him. He puts his hand on my chin trying to get me to look at him. I move my head away from his hand.

"Cmon Y/N. Please. Tell me what's wrong. We can work through this. We always do. Please just talk to me."

I sigh and shake my head.

"I just wanna know why? Why did you hang out with the one girl you told me not to worry about than take pictures with her? You barely take pictures with me."

"I did what now?"

I shake my head and finally look up at him. He looks like he is finally starting to sober up a little and looks very shocked at what I just said. I pull out my phone and show him the pictures of him and Allie. He grabs my phone shaking his head.

"Oh no no no no babe. I didn't even know she took these pictures. I was a little intoxicated."

"A little?"

"Okay a lot. I had a tough day at AEW. And I just wanted some drinks with Mox but she like followed me there with her friends. I guess her and her friends took these pictures with me. I don't even look happy in the pictures."

I look at them again and notice he doesn't look happy. I guess I didn't notice that the first time I looked at them. I was more focused on them being together. I shake my head looking back up at him.

"But why did you go out without letting me know?"

"Oh my phone is broken."

He pulls his phone out of his pocket with the screen completely smashed. I shake my head looking down trying to hide my smirk.

"Yeah I dropped it when we were leaving than Mox ran over it with his car."

I let out a little laugh covering my mouth. Eddie looks down at me smiling.

"Babe I would never EVER cheat on you. Especially not with Allie. She means nothing to me. You mean the whole world to me."

I look up at him blushing really bad. I grab his collar pulling him down towards my face.

"You still need to be punished for staying out late and being with her."

I whisper in his ear hearing him gulp and let out a short breath. I grab his arm and walk him upstairs to our room.

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"Babe do you really have to do this?"

"Yes sir. You wanna be bad. You don't get to touch me."

"This is gonna be so hard."

"Well than you better tame yourself or I'm gonna have to tie your hands behind your back."

I grab his cock and lick the tip looking up at him. He smacks the bed with his hand groaning quietly throwing his head back. I swirl my tongue around the tip still looking up at him.

"Babe...."

"Yes babe?"

I pump his cock a couple times smirking. He inhales sharply gripping the bed a little bit. I smirk leaning down and swirl my tongue around the tip again.

"Oh babe that is so damn hot."

He sharply inhales again and goes to grab my hair. I smack his hand away looking up at him.

"Are you trying to be in more trouble?"

"No... this is just so hard. I wanna touch you."

"Well maybe if you werent so naughty, you could."

I climb up and hover over his cock looking down at him with a smirk on my face.

"Oh no please Y/N. Baby. Please. I don't know if I won't be able to touch you if you ride me."

"Fine. But you can only hold my hips. No fucking me from underneath. No moving your hands from my hips. Nothing. Got it?"

"Yes maam."

I smirk and slowly slide his cock into my pussy moaning very softly watching Eddie grab the bed. I slowly sit all the way down on his cock letting myself adjust to his size. He puts his hands on my hips and starts rubbing up my sides.

"Eddie."

He puts his hands back on my hips and smiles up at me. I roll my eyes and start moving my hips forward and back. Eddie grips my hips a little bit letting out a moan.

"It's so hot when you moan."

I rub up and down his chest looking down at him still moving my hips. I put my hands on his chest and start bouncing a little feeling his grip get a little tighter on my hips. I start going a little faster digging my nails into Eddie's chest. He groans gripping my hips hard trying his hardest not to move. I am going a nice pace holding myself up on Eddie's chest when I feel Eddie's hands run up my sides. I slam down on his cock and look at him. He quickly puts his hands back on my hips.

"Please don't stop. I'm sorry."

I go back to the pace I was going and he grips my hips hard possibly leaving bruises. He is moaning really loud making me get closer and closer to my edge. I start feeling my walls get tighter around him digging my nails into his chest hard.

"Y/N.... im.... gonna....."

He starts fucking me from underneath sending me over the edge. Eddie lets loose inside me filling me up. I collapse on his chest breathing hard feeling him breathing heavy as well. We take a few minutes to catch our breaths and I move off of him. He gets up to go get a towel out of our bathroom. He comes back, cleans himself off and hands the towel to me. I clean myself off and put my clothes back on. Eddie puts his clothes back on and lays on the bed next to me. I look over at him seeing a smirk on his face.

"Y/N baby... you feel better now?"

"Yes I do. Just never do that stupid shit ever again. Got it?"

"Yes maam."

I giggle, lean over and kiss him. He puts his hand on my face kissing me back. I pull back looking at him in his eyes.

"Babe. There is something I wanted to tell you."

I look at him a little concerned wondering what he is talking about. He grabs my hand looking at me.

"We have been together for a few years now. I promise you I don't want anyone else in the world. Especially Allie. You are my better half and I couldn't imagine life without you."

He pulls out a little black box out of the nightstand making me gasp and start tearing up.

"Will you make me the happiest man on earth by being my wife?"

He opens the box showing me the ring. I gasp and shake my head yes tears swelling in my eyes.

"Yes Eddie yes!"

He grabs my face hard and kiss me hard. He pulls back and put the ring on my finger. I smile really big looking at my ring knowing I am engaged to the man of my dreams!

"Oh my gosh the girls are gonna be so excited!"

I grab my phone taking a picture of my ring. Eddie cuddles next to me watching me with a big smile on him.

I get to marry my best friend!

Thank you @eddie-kingstons-wifey for the ideas!!! ☺️🤌

[kylefletchersgf]

☼☆｡𖦹༄『Poolside』☼☆｡𖦹༄

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-ˋˏ [Genre] ˎˊ : fluff

-ˋˏ [TW] ˎˊ : any mistakes I might have, fluff

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You sat poolside with your and Shayna’s dog Isys Puppy with a book and a glass of wine, Isys laid on the towel against you as you read your book taking a few sips of wine here and there. As you read your book you stopped here and there to take notes on what you read and what was important, Shayna came outside opening the grill cleaning it.

You read to the next chapter then put your bookmark in then wrote down what happened and notes like you did on the chapters before. You and Isys both looked over at Shayna at the same time confused on why she’s cleaning the grill right now, you and Isys both got up as you walked over to Shayna Isys was following behind. “What are you doing Shayna?” You ask leaning on her which makes her look over kissing your forehead “cleaning the grill because Mia, Jessamyn, and Dakota are coming over.”

When Shayna got done with the grill the girls came over, they came to the back yard and you hugged Dakota; out of all the girls you was closest to Dakota Kai you two just got along so well. You sat with Dakota talking, Shayna was grilling food for all of y’all, Mia was talking to Jess, and Isys was watching Shayna interested in what she was doing. Isys watched wagging her tail as Shayna was plating the food trying to get a bite of it.

You and Dakota talked until the girls left so now it’s just you, Shayna, and Isys. You helped Shayna wash the dishes as Isys laid in the kitchen by the two of you, you looked over at Shayna “you want to make a dessert tonight? We have some in the pantry” you asked as she nodded. You walked over to the pantry “we have cake mix, cupcake mix, cookie mix, and gingerbread mix. Which one do you want to do?” You ask looking over at her.

“We can do the gingerbread one” she replied closing and locking the door after Isys came inside. You two made the gingerbread together while Isys sneakily licked the bowl but got scolded after. Isys sat by the oven watching them bake as you and Shayna sat on the couch together watching Star Wars. 30 minutes later you took them out the oven setting them on the counter to cool off.

When they got cooled off you and her started decorating the gingerbread like it was Christmas, you looked over at Shayna “we should’ve got a gingerbread house to make Shay” she chucked at you “y/n it’s not even Christmas” “still” you answered nudging her. You put the cookies on a plate taking them putting them on the table in front of the couch.

You and Shayna talked about anything that came to mind but what Shayna loved to hear was about the books you are always reading, she loves to hear about your interests. On tv she’s seen as a ‘asshole’ but behind closed doors Shayna is one of the sweetest people ever. After the cookies was done you and Shayna got into your swimsuits and went outside getting in the pool with Isys following behind.

You and Shayna stood in the water holding each other just smiling at each other until Isys jumped in the pool scaring you which makes you scream but makes Shayna chuckle. You smack her chest chuckling as Isys swam over to you and Shay licking y’all so you both kiss her head in return.

When it got dark you both went inside and she sat on the couch as you took Isys to get a bath, you got her to sit as you scrubbed her you told her she was a good girl which made her tail wag. Every time you gave Isys a bath you would tell her stories even though half the time she didn’t know what you was saying she just loved hearing you talk; she loves you.

When she got out the bath you did her routine on her before she ran in the living room to mess with Shayna. You chuckled as you heard Shayna messing with her back while you cleaned the bathroom, you put the towels in the hamper turning off the light going back into the living room to join Shayna and Isys again.

You sat on the couch leaning on Shayna with your legs on the couch with Isys laying behind them with her head on your hip. You two continued to watch the Star Wars that you were watching earlier with Isys still lying on you covered up sleep.

[dynamites-ao3]

By Design

Ogata Hyakunosuke x f! Reader

explicit ; 8k words ; canon-compliant pwp

In Karafuto on the brink of a snowstorm, you thoughtlessly run out of ammunition. Ever the opportunist, Ogata accompanies you for more.

Or, simply: Ogata gets you alone.

read here on ao3!

(a/n: forewarning for dubious consent.)

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ jeff hardy

˚⋅ point me to the best eater

˚⋅ contains black female reader, lowercase intended, pet names, female receiving, oral, cunnilingus, dom! minors don’t interact

jeff was a man of few words so it didn’t surprise you when a light slap was delivered to your inner thigh.

“stay still.” his command is muffled tongue caressing your pink folds as his lips settle on sucking your clit. you cry into the palm of your hand puffy lips drooling and pussy clenched around nothing.

if this was what you would get everytime he lost a match then truthfully you hoped he never won again. as much as you couldn’t take this you held on just for him.

a third orgasm looming as a familiar knot formed in your stomach. tattooed hands holding your plush thighs open, a trail of spit from your cunt soaking his beard as lewd noises fell from your plump lips.

“one more princess just for me.” his hazel eyes connect with yours two slender digits painted black sliding inside of you. he loves to finger you with rings on. buried to the halt as the cold metal stops just at your clit.

“yo-u said that be-f-ore.” is all you can moan. he coaxes you further fingers curling upward to massage your gummy walls. a white liquid coating his fingers as your pussy grips him embarrassingly.

“jeff!” you squeal cutely. he perks up at your voice the melody driving him crazy as he appreciates the way you take him so well. whether fingers, his mouth or dick you’re so obedient for him. only him.

his pretty little thing spread open. caramel skin littered in his kisses and love bites a messy bun atop your head as your features contort in pleasure.

he’s eating you again fingers moving at a speed that has you all fuzzy inside, and you think he could do this for hours infact you know he can do this for hours.

face buried into your wetness noisily slurping every so often as he mumbles incoherently. “dirty little girl, gonna cum in my mouth.” the phrase has you raking your nails through his blonde locks a streak of cobalt falling into his eyes as your hips grind carelessly against him.

“s-stop pleas-eeeee gonna c-“ jeff watched attentively knowing those movements only meant one thing. in no time a wanton sob erupted from you. cumming into his mouth as you squirted all over his fingers jeff drunkenly swallowing all you have to offer.

his hands swirl on your clit splashing your wetness with a devious smirk an obnoxious laugh knowing that he still wasn’t done with you.

“one more baby.” he pouts before licking a long stripe against your pussy the taste inviting as you squirm in defeat.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Jealousy Jealousy

Swerve Strickland X fem reader

Requested by: @wrestlingbabe Main Masterlist

Summary: Swerve made it very clear from the beginning that he and Y/n were nothing more than friends who occasionally slept together. They were able to see other people and do what they pleased since they weren’t together. So why is it that Swerve is so jealous when he sees Y/n with other men, especially Will? 

Warnings: SMUT, oral f receiving

“So tell me again why we can’t be together?” Will asked me as he sucked on that sweet spot on my neck. “I told you, this is going to just cause trouble. I don’t need that right now” I told him “I don’t understand what it is that you see in him, I could treat you so much better Y/n. You said it yourself, to him you were nothing more than sex. To me you are everything.” Will had a point, Swerve made it very clear from the beginning that what we had was nothing more than two adults who needed that release. So why was it that I couldn't stop thinking about him? Swerve made me feel things I’d never felt before, I fear that he ruined all other men for me. Truth be told I don’t even like Will, all of this is just to make Swerve jealous. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. It was Swerve. Before I even had the chance to react, Will picked up the phone. “Sorry Bruv, she’s quite busy at the moment” I heard the Brit say before hanging up. “What was that for?” I asked. “What? I wasn’t lying, you are busy, this is his loss” I felt sick. I didn’t sleep with Will that night, I tried to in order to distract myself from Swerve but I just couldn't do it. 

I returned to my hotel room feeling on edge. I felt like I was being watched. I filled up the large tub with bubbles in an attempt to relax. My skin burned once the water hit my skin. Soon I was able to let myself sink into the water, letting my worries disappear. Just then I felt it. A pair of hands found their way to my shoulders, making their way to my throat. My body shot up, instantly aware of the situation I found myself in. “Shhhhh, don’t fight it, baby, it will just make it worse” I knew that voice all too well. “Did you fuck him?” he asked. I didn’t respond, too frozen in fear to find the words. “I’m asking you a dam question Y/n, did you fuck him?” “No Swerve I did not fuck him,” I told Swerve. “Good, girl” Swerve whispered in my ear as his hands now found themselves on my breasts. “Just relax baby girl, let me take care of you,” Swerve told me. I melted in his touch. I let him work the tense muscles. Just then I heard the sound of his belt hit the bathroom tile. I watched in adoration as he entered the tub. He pulled my body against his as his hands made their way to my clit. He slowly traced circles on the sensitive nub as he placed delicate kisses on my collarbone. “I’m not even doing anything yet and you are already a mess,” Swerve said as he began the assault on my pussy. It was embarrassing how quickly he was making my orgasm approach. Just as I was about to reach that release Swerve stopped, causing me to cry out in agony. “Don’t worry baby girl, I’ll let you cum. Let’s get out of this tub and let me take care of you” I let Swerve wrap me up in a fluffy towel and carry me to the bed. He wasted no time. He was quick to bring me back to that high as he sucked on my clit. I lost track of how many times I came on his face, he just felt so good I just couldn't help myself. 

I couldn't take it anymore, I was lost in my own world. Everything had become too much. “No more” I whined out. “Who else makes you feel like this huh? Who else worships your body like I do? No one” Swerve said seductively as slowly got on top of me. “You are mine, Y/n. You belong to me. No one makes me feel the thing I feel when I am with you” Swerve said. “I thought you said we were nothing more than sex?” I questioned softly. “That was a lie, I was scared to admit it at first but I’m fucking in love with you. You are mine. If anyone dares to come near you, I will kill them. That Billy Goat is a dead man” 

[crossrhodez]

Better Than You (18+) - MJF x Fem!Reader

Paring(s): MJF x Fem!Reader

Genre(s): Enemies-to -Lovers au, Slow burn, Fluff, Smut, Angst

Summary: Y/n loved her little trio. For the longest, it's just been Adam, Britt, and herself traveling together, sharing rooms, and doing everything together. Until Adam made a new friend, Maxwell Jacob Friedman. Y/n hated him, he was, cocky, selfish, and just plain out insufferable, but Y/n also had a crush on him. She didn't know how this little crush developed but wasn't unwilling to explore it. Plus Max Didn't feel the same way, right?

⋆ - Indicates Smut

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5- coming soon