#granted i need to keep my mouth zippered the fuck shut because i seem to be the only one who doesn't fall on the WaPo-Jacobin spectrum

[mourning-again-in-america]

professor for my italian-american class accurately, humorfully, and quickly summarized Wong Kim Ark after the class took a digression into discussing immigration politics

better than the podcast with JEFFREY ROSEN and AKHIL AMAR.

i fucking love this class and im not just saying this because he invited us out for good italian food on his dime next class (not this one only because we didn't have enough carspace.)

[cursed-domain]

Asking the JJK men if you can dom them 😀

(or attempting to ask. or accidentally asking. with wildly varying degrees of success)

inspired by: chats about sub gojo with @nanamilvrr :))

Drabbles, total ~1k words

characters (in order of appearance): Geto, Naoya, Gojo, Sukuna, Nanami

might do a pt 2 eventually

content warnings: nsfw!! mostly implied stuff, some degradation, mention of blood w Sukuna

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GETO

“Say please, sweetheart. You know you have to ask nicely to get what you want.”

You stare at Geto as he leans back in his seat, your confidence from a moment ago rapidly fading. “I - I asked if I could dom you. I’m not gonna say please.”

“Why not? You know how much I love spoiling you. I’ll give you whatever you want. But not if you’re rude about asking.”

You sigh, and give in. Far, far too easily. “Please. Can I -“ Your mouth snaps shut as he grabs the collar of your shirt and yanks you from where you stand, causing you to tumble right into his lap.

“Start again,” he says, grinding gently into your splayed thighs. “What do you want? I’m just dying to know.”

“I -“ you break off again as his long fingers close around your neck. “Nothing. I don’t - want anything. Happy just like this.”

“Good girl.” His hand tightens on your throat as he caresses your cheek. “That’s exactly what I thought you’d say.”

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NAOYA

“I’ve been really good for you this week, haven’t I?”

Naoya’s his fingers pause as they trail through your hair, his nails scraping your scalp as he tightens his hand. “You sound like you want something.”

If you just stopped to think for a second, you’d realize your plan was going to fail, that all your efforts to be on your best behavior all week were going to come to nothing. But you don’t think. You push recklessly onwards, oblivious to the growing malice in your master’s expression. “Yes… just a little special something. Like a reward.” A tinge of pink glows on your cheeks as you imagine what you’ll do if he grants your request. “I was wondering if maybe I could… be in charge, for once. Tell you what to do instead of the other way around -”

You’re quickly cut off by a violent slap across your face. “You’re really fucking stupid, aren’t you?” He tilts your head back when you don’t answer, forcing you to look at him and display the mark his hand has left on your cheek. “Aren’t you?”

Your resolve leaves you completely as you realize just how much hatred is glowing in his eyes. “Yes… I am…”

“Stupid, and greedy too. Acting all entitled just because you’ve finally started to learn your place.”

You aren’t even able to get an “I’m sorry” out of your mouth before he strikes you again.

“Dumb fucking whore. Take off everything except your skirt and get on your knees. You can take your special little reward right down your throat.”

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GOJO

“One day I’m gonna shut you up.”

“Hmm?” Gojo leans forward, so close that you’re practically pinned to the couch beneath the two of you. “And how are you gonna do that?” You catch your breath as he whispers against your ear. “Might be difficult. You know how much I love to talk.”

You reflect his smirk right back into his eyes, turning the corners of your mouth into the familiar smug expression. “I’ll fucking gag you,” you say as you reach down to squeeze his thigh. “And I’ll laugh when you whine around it.”

You let you hand linger as he struggles to respond. “I - could stop you. If I wanted.”

“Mhm. But you won’t.” You bring your other hand forward to work down the zipper of his jeans. “Must be tiring, acting so strong all the time. I think you’ll enjoy giving someone else a chance.”

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SUKUNA

Sukuna likes when his nails scratch your skin deep enough to draw blood. That’s half the reason why he keeps them so long. You don’t even need to have done anything wrong - he’ll slap you just to see your eyes widen in pain and surprise and hear the whine you can’t quite suppress. It’s at one of these times that you say the thing you’ll regret more than anything else in your life.

“Fuck.“ you blink back tears at the particularly violent strike, barely paying attention to the words coming out of your mouth. “Maybe I’ll slap you next time, show you how it feels.”

He stares at you, motionless, just long enough for you to realize what a mistake you’ve just made. You fall to your knees, ready to beg for forgiveness, knowing that you’re already too late. “Turn around.”

You shuffle to face the other direction, not surprised when the sole of his foot shoves into your back, forcing you down onto all fours.

“I will never give you the chance to treat me like I treat you.” He tugs your waistband down under your ass, being sure to dig his nails into the soft flesh of your hips. “Stupid, filthy girl. You’re lucky I’m even willing to touch you with my bare hands.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, already blinking back tears. “I didn’t mean it…”

“I don’t care.” He kicks his foot forward and hooks it in front of your thigh, drawing you back towards him as you attempt to inch away. “Cry as much as you want while I teach you your lesson. It sounds so much prettier than anything else that comes out of your mouth.”

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NANAMI

“You want to… dom me?”

You nod, suddenly feeling very sheepish. You’d blurted out the request, quickly and ineloquently, and it feels strange hearing Nanami repeat such a blunt statement. But he doesn’t seem perturbed. In fact, he looks interested, if anything.

“Hm. And why should I let you do that?”

“Wellll…” you find yourself stammering, suddenly. “I - just think it would be kinda fun.”

“I think you’re right.” You don’t even realize how intently you’re staring at the floor until Nanami tilts your face up to meet his gaze. “Have a little confidence, sweetheart. You’re going to need it, don’t you think?”

[maria-scribbles]

we’re just like kevin bacon!

prompt: for @bricksatanakinswindow​ ‘s halloween writing challenge! this was initially inspired by "mortal enemies accidentally showing up in matching costumes every fucking year" but once i started writing it kind of snowballed from there and i ended up with this lmao

ship: jj maybank x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k+ (i think this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written lol)

warnings n stuff: childhood enemies to lovers, swearing, mention of underage drinking, halloween shenanigans, makin' out, smut (not too explicit but i still think it's spicy enough to need an 18+ warning), jj and the reader being cute lil nerds and quoting movies back and forth, the author blatantly using some of her personal favorite movies/shows as inspiration for costumes, the author also making her opinions on ghostbusters clear (instead of the human trash can peter venkman, stan the adorable dork known as ray stantz for clear skin)

a/n: this was hella fun to write and i already have so many more halloween fic ideas bouncing around in my head (it's spoopy season, y'all!). title of this fic comes from guardians of the galaxy 😊

Of three things in life you were certain.

One, you loved Halloween more than any other holiday of the year; after all, you and your twin brother Mason were born just after one AM on October 31st so you could say a penchant for all things spooky was in your blood.

Two, Sarah Cameron was your best friend. Being neighbors your whole lives, the two of you were thick as thieves and spent almost every day together, much to the annoyance of both your brother and hers; as much as you loved Mason, sometimes you wished Sarah was your twin instead of him and you knew without question the blonde girl would trade Rafe for you in a heartbeat (with little to no guilt, in fact.). 

And three, you absolutely hated JJ Maybank. You'd been at the top of each other's shit lists ever since you were both six years old, when he made fun of you for the stutter you'd had back then and you dumped a full milkshake over his head as payback, and even as time passed and you grew out of your stutter, your disdain for the blond pogue only grew stronger. He was infuriating, plain and simple, and the mere mention of his name made steam come out of your ears. 

The boy was just good at being annoying and seemed to love pushing everyone's buttons, yours especially, and always found ways to get under your skin without fail every single time your paths crossed (which was way too often for your liking, but running in the same friend group made it hard to avoid each other). It became an unspoken thing, the great Y/L/N-Maybank feud, with both of you trying your hardest to piss the other off until one of your mutual friends or your brother broke it up and pulled you to opposite corners of the metaphorical ring to take a breather before the next round.

You'd never admit it but deep down you kind of liked it. You liked being at the center of his attention (granted, it was antagonistic in nature but it was attention all the same), his bright blue eyes following your every move whenever you were within his sights and you liked that you were in his thoughts even when you weren't around, a fact proven to you by the tiny notebook Kiara carried around in her pocket recording how many times he mentioned your name. Knowing you lived rent free in his mind brought you an embarrassingly high level of satisfaction that you'd absolutely deny feeling if anyone ever asked, just as you'd deny the fact that he lived rent free in your mind, too.

...At least for most of the year. Everyone, including JJ, knew that to you Halloween was a damn-near sacred time. He knew never to mess with you during the weeks leading up to the holiday and definitely never on the day itself, lest he want yet another milkshake dumped over his blond head. He knew that, the whole damn island knew he did and yet...somehow, some way, he managed to get your blood boiling every. single. year. And you, like a masochistic idiot, let him. 

It all started when you were twelve.

You, Mason, and your friends were finally old enough to go to the annual youth party held on the sprawling lawn of the Island Club, an event you'd been looking forward to attending every Halloween since you were eight. Of course, you were excited for the dancing and games and food but the thing you couldn't wait the most for was the costume contest, a chance to show off your skills and prove to everyone on the island that Y/N Y/L/N was the undisputed queen of Halloween.

So what if your hopes were a little too high (considering you were only twelve and going up against kids ranging from your age to fifteen), you were still gonna give it your all; you spent weeks perfecting not only your costume but your brother's as well with your mom, helping her cut fabric and sew zippers, styling wigs and painting props until everything was perfect. 

"Oh my God, Y/N!" Sarah, dressed as Cinderella, yelled from the passenger seat of her dad's SUV when they swung by to pick you up. "You look amazing!"

"So do you!" You said, slipping into the back seat in between a miserable-looking Rafe as Sarah Sanderson ("I lost a bet," he explained with a scowl) and Mason, holding your mini R2-D2 on your lap. Was it kind of cheesy, dressing up as the most iconic twins in movie history? Probably, but you really didn't care because Leia Organa was a total boss bitch and Mason was practically over the moon that he got to be his ultimate silver screen hero and swing around his very own lightsaber as Luke Skywalker.

"The Force is strong with you two." Ward joked, earning an eye roll from both of his children as he drove to the Island Club to drop you off. Rafe immediately disappeared into the crowd to meet up with Topper and Kelce and the three of you went off to find your own friends, skirting around the edge of the party toward the snack tables, also known as the most likely place for them to be.  

You spotted Kiara first, looking like an actual princess in her Tiana costume and waved, smiling when she waved back and beckoned you over as she said something to Pope, dressed as Albert Einstein, that made him start laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" You asked, reaching between them to grab two handfuls of pretzels and immediately dropping one into your brother's outstretched palm, careful to keep the sleeve of your white dress away from the bright orange-iced cupcakes on the table. 

The two of them exchanged a look that instantly made you realize something was Up™ but before either of them could answer, Mason asked around a mouthful of pretzels, "Where're Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"

"J, why didn't we think of that?" John B's voice came from somewhere over your shoulder and when you turned to face him, you nearly dropped both the droid cradled in the crook of your elbow and the snacks in your hand. Not because of John B and his hilarious Chewbacca costume but because of the fact that JJ Maybank, the one person you hated the most on the whole entire island, was dressed as Han freakin' Solo. 

"Yikes." Someone muttered behind you -it sounded like Sarah but you weren't really sure- and Mason nearly choked on his pretzels as he tried and failed miserably to keep himself from laughing. 

"You've gotta be kidding me." You huffed, rolling your eyes as JJ crossed his arms and glared in your direction, blaster hanging from the holster on his hip.

"Listen, Princess, I'm not too happy about this, either."

"Oh, shut up, you nerfherder."

"Who you calling-" Mason and John B cut in and pulled you both in opposite directions before either of you could turn it into a shouting match, your brother physically grabbing you around the waist and carrying you off while the latter caught the back of JJ's vest and dragged him away. Despite their best efforts to keep you apart, you ran into each other more times than you could count and spent a minute or two squabbling like cats and dogs each time until one of them intervened once again. It was childish, it was immature, and it was fun, even though you'd never, ever admit it. Ever.

You didn't win the costume contest that year in the way you'd imagined at all. Still, first place in the group category was a win in your book and it felt good, even if one of the members of your unintentional Star Wars posse was someone who tested every bit of patience you had. The four of you split the cash prize and you went home 25 bucks richer, stashing it away for next year's costume and pushing the thought of accidentally matching with your mortal enemy from your mind. 

You had no idea this thing was only just beginning.

The next year, you let Sarah and Kiara convince you to match with them and the three of you rolled up to the party as the Pink Ladies -you as Rizzo, Sarah as Sandy, Kiara as Frenchy- only to run right into the boys, your brother included, dressed as the T-Birds. John B, perfectly in character as Danny, immediately whisked Sarah off to dance while Pope, the most adorably awkward Doody you'd ever seen, went to grab some snacks with Kiara, leaving you stuck with the bane of your existence as, of course, fucking Kenickie (Mason, as Sonny, dipped sometime before then without you noticing). The two of you spent the whole evening glaring at each other and hurling insults back and forth at breakneck speed, more in character than either of you'd ever want to acknowledge and for the second year in a row, you won first place in the group costume category.

At fourteen, you went as Princess Buttercup and JJ showed up as Westley, fake sword in hand as he followed you around all night like an annoying fly, sarcastically drawling "as you wish" every time you so much as glanced in his direction. Your brother, dressed as Inigo Montoya, nearly pissed himself laughing and you wanted to snatch both of their prop swords and shove them up their asses. You came in first again in the group costume contest and begrudgingly split the prize three ways. 

At fifteen, you worked hard on a Dr. Ellie Sattler costume from Jurassic Park, he strolled in as a disheveled Dr. Alan Grant with mud splattered boots and tattered clothes, and you really regretted not taking the offer to be the Tai to Sarah's Cher and Kiara's Dionne. Once again, Mason laughed so hard his face turned red and you were tempted to grab the sword he was holding and beat him over the head with it, not just for laughing at you but also for the completely atrocious Jack Sparrow costume he wore. To your absolute horror, you and JJ won the contest in the duo category and you wanted to melt into the ground when they called you onto the makeshift stage to collect your reward. 

When you were sixteen, you and your friends "graduated" to the party held for the older teens inside the club itself. With costume rules a little more lax than they were for the younger kids, you decided to go as (an only slightly sexy) Janine Melnitz, complete with a prop telephone you answered every so often with a loud "Ghostbusters, whaddya want?!" much to the embarrassment of Mason, who was once again dressed as Luke Skywalker, this time in the fatigues he wore while training on Dagobah in The Empire Strikes Back.

You strutted into the party in your heels and pencil skirt only to nearly fall flat on your face when you caught sight of JJ in a terrible black wig and glasses, proton pack strapped to his back and 'Spengler' printed on the front of his jumpsuit. Your brother winced when you all but screeched "Again?!" right into his ear and grabbed your elbow, dragging you over to an empty table and depositing you into an open chair.

"There's no way this is a coincidence anymore! He could've picked Venkman, with all the womanizing and lowkey being a creep and thinking he's God's gift to mankind? It would've been the perfect choice! He's not nearly adorable or dorky enough to be Stantz or sassy enough to be Winston-"

"Jesus, you have a lot of feelings about Ghostbusters," Mason muttered, rolling his eyes when you shot him a withering glare.

"Shut up! Listen to me, there's no way in hell Maybank randomly decided to be, out of alllll the 'Busters, Egon fuckin' Spengler, okay? He had to have somehow known I was coming as Janine and did it just to piss me off!"

Your brother heaved a deep, heavy sigh that made you want to smack him and fixed you with a deadpan stare. "Or, have you pulled your head out of your own ass long enough to think that maybe you're just becoming...predictable?"

You really did smack him then, hard on his exposed shoulder and he yelped, scowling as he rubbed at the red mark you left behind. "Ow! What the hell, bitch?!"

"Don't you dare call me predictable, you dickhead! I pride myself on my costumes being very unique and unexpected -you know, out of the box!"

"Hate to break it to you but they're not really out of the box if Maybank shows up in a matching one every single year." He said with an infuriating, shit-eating grin, patting your shoulder before straightening the plush Yoda strapped to his back. "I'm gonna go get some food, wanna come with?"

Still miffed at his comment, you shoved his arm away and glanced down at your lap, ignoring your brother's sassy "your loss" as he headed toward the snack tables. Not even a minute passed by before his empty seat was taken and you groaned when you looked up to see who it was, your eyes meeting a pair of bright blues behind tacky, oversized glasses. 

"Hi, Janine."

"...Egon."

The two of you sat in silence after that, watching the dancing crowd under the flashing neon lights and sparkling disco ball until you saw him turn to face you out of the corner of your eye.

"Why Janine?" 

"Huh?" You turned to face him, too, one eyebrow raised in a perfect arch as he gestured toward your costume.

"Why did you dress up as Janine, Y/L/N?"

"I've always liked her sassiness and 'I like to play racquetball.'" You offered a casual shrug of your shoulders and carefully stuck a finger under your wig to scratch an annoying itch above your ear. "Why'd you pick Egon, Maybank?"

"He's my favorite." He answered simply with his own shrug, shooting you a genuine, real smile that you, for who knows what reason, found yourself returning without a second thought. "Smart, hilarious -plus, 'I like to collect spores, mold, and fungus.'"

For the first time in your life, your eyes rolled out of amusement and not annoyance at something that JJ Maybank said and, to your complete surprise, it kind of felt...right. "Really? I'd have pegged you for a Venkman stan."

"Are you kidding? He's the worst!" 

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd sit across from your hated enemy, not only having a civil -hell, downright enjoyable- conversation but actually smiling right along with him, laughing at his jokes and doing your best to ignore the sudden flutter in your stomach each time you caught sight of his slightly crooked teeth when he grinned. You didn't even notice when your brother returned with Kiara, dressed as Moana, at his side and two heaping plates of snacks in his hands until his chair scraped gratingly across the hardwood floor. 

"Kie, are you seeing this? Pigs must be flying 'cause they're actually smiling at each other." Mason said, cackling as Kiara turned to squint out the window.

"Yeah, I think I see one or two soaring around out there." She giggled and sent a mischievous wink in your direction. With your face feeling like it was on fire, you flipped them both the bird and took off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving all your traitorous, confusing thoughts about JJ behind with the boy himself; it was Rafe's last party at the Club and he owed you a dance anyway, but even as your best friend's older brother, cute as hell in his Thor costume, playfully twirled you around the floor to the Ghostbusters theme song, you felt more than your partner's blue eyes on you.

To no one's surprise, you and JJ won the duo category for the second year in a row and when you joined him onstage to collect your prize and didn't feel like you'd rather die than be up there by his side, you suddenly realized you were only certain about two things in life instead of three. 

At seventeen, you were confident you and JJ wouldn't be matching for once (after last year, though, you were kind of thinking it wouldn't be that bad of a thing). You'd gone cult classic for your costume, pulling inspiration from your mom's favorite move, 1999's The Mummy, and put together a screen-accurate Evelyn Carnahan in her iconic black dress, including a handmade Book of the Dead and matching key. You blackmailed Mason with pictures of him, drunk as a skunk and dressed in your Janine costume from the previous year, and got him to go as Jonathan, complete with a pith helmet and prop bottle of The Glenlivet.  

But, as always, JJ managed to surprise you. You literally ran right into his chest and if it wasn't for his arms instantly wrapping tight around your waist, you would've bit it hard.

"Whoa, careful there," He said, one hand keeping you close while the other moved to help you hold the book in your arms. "'The Book of the Dead? Are you sure you wanna be messing around with this thing?'"

Of course he'd make the perfect Rick O'Connell, you thought as you playfully raised one eyebrow and curled your fingers around the strap of the gun holster draped over his shoulder. "'It's just a book. No harm ever came from reading a book.'"

Mason was a little too in character as well as he dramatically rolled his eyes and wandered off, muttering "puh-lease" under his breath and shooting Sarah a conspiratorial wink that you didn't see. The blonde girl glanced between the two of you -arms still around each other and identical smiles on your faces- and grinned. The party flew by in a blur of movie quotes, laughs, and more dances than you could count and by the time you made it home, 50 bucks in the pocket of your dress and another group costume win under your belt, you were almost positive you never actually hated JJ Maybank in the first place.

Now at eighteen, you pulled out all the stops for your last party at the Island Club. You'd spent the last few months slaving over your costume, sewing custom pieces, hand-crafting your prop, and spending way too much money on body makeup and a wig but when you saw the final product in the mirror, you knew it was all worth it. You were ready to slay the competition this year and take home first place for the final time.

Mason, indifferent as always about the contest but willing to do anything to keep those pictures from seeing the light of day, didn't protest one bit when you forced him into the matching costume you'd made for him -in typical Mason fashion, he liked that he didn't have to wear a shirt and could show off his muscles- and spent a few hours perfecting his makeup.

You felt on top of the world when you walked into the party that night as Gamora, a replica of her Godslayer sword in hand and skin painted a perfect shade of green, followed by your brother as Drax, already flexing for anyone and everyone looking his way. The rest of your friends came to win as well: John B and Sarah as Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, Kiara as Eleven, Pope as T'Challa, and, of course, JJ as Peter Quill, Baby Groot perched on his shoulder and twin blasters at his hips. 

"Lookin' good, Gamora!" He called over the music, shimmying his way over to you with some dance moves that would impress Star-Lord himself.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Quill." You replied in a sing-song voice, even as you took his outstretched hand and let him pull you into the crowd of bodies hopping up and down to some terrible EDM beat under the twirling disco ball.

"It got you out here with me, didn't it?"

You rolled your eyes and hooked the sword to your belt before stepping closer and draping your arms around his neck, twirling your painted fingers in his hair. "Just remember, 'I know who you are, Peter Quill. And I'm not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.'"

You should've known you spoke too soon the second you saw the spark in JJ's eyes that all but screamed 'wanna bet?'

And that's how you found yourself in the middle of the single hottest make out session you'd ever had the pleasure of participating in an hour later: back pressed against the locked door of someone's deserted office, legs wrapped tight around his waist and his hands hooked under your ass, both your sword and his blasters abandoned on the floor at his feet, and he was either a sinfully good kisser or trying really, really hard to blow your mind.  

"I'm not gonna end up green after this, am I?" He mumbled against your mouth before trailing his lips along your jaw and you breathed a laugh, tightening your grip on his hair.

"This is professional makeup, dumbass. It's gonna take more than some kissing to smudge it."

"I'm down for some smudging if you are." 

You pulled him back for another kiss in response and gasped into his mouth when he walked across the room, one strong arm reaching out to sweep whatever was on the desk to the floor before setting you down on it.

"Confident, are we?" 

JJ smirked at your breathless question and the way you hooked your ankles around the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. "So is that a yes to the smudging?"

"Just shut up and kiss me." 

He did -very well, you might add- and you kissed him back, untangling your hands from his hair to slide them under his jacket instead; you helped him push it off his shoulders and it had barely hit the ground along with poor Baby Groot before your fingers were tugging his shirt from the waistband of his pants.  

"Someone's impatient." He teased, leaning back just far enough to let you pull it over his head and toss it somewhere behind you.

"Someone doesn't know how to stop talking." You whispered your reply low in his ear and then trailed your lips down his neck, smiling in satisfaction at the tremble in his voice when you kissed the purple mark you'd left behind earlier.

"N-never was very good at that." 

"'You should've learned.'"

"'I don't learn, it's one of my issues.'"

One of his hands gripped your wig, pulling your head back a little roughly -you'd have so been into that if it had been your real hair he pulled- and you winced at the way the bobby pins holding it it place tugged painfully at your roots. "Ow, not so hard!"

"Wait, what the fuck? I thought you were wearing a wig!" 

"I am but it's still pinned to my actual hair!"

"Sorry, but how the hell was I supposed to know that?"

The sight of JJ's face slowly turning red made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and so you just shook your head, mumbling "don't worry about it," before pressing your lips to his once again. He was gentler this time with the pulling and you dug your nails into his bare shoulders at the thrill of his mouth against the exposed column of your throat, leaning back further and further until you laid flat on the desk.

His fingers had just unbuttoned your pants when your phone started to ring from your pocket, blaring the Star Wars theme you had set as your twin's ringtone. 

"Mason's timing is impeccable," JJ said sarcastically, chuckling as you clamped a palm over his mouth and answered the call.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Jesus, no need to be pissy!" Mason loudly replied over the applause crackling through the phone's speaker. "I just thought you'd like to know that we just won best group costume with Maybank. Again." 

The blond winked at the mention of his last name and pulled your hand away from his mouth, pinning it to the desk beside you with one of his while the other started tugging your pants down over your hips.

"Oh, that's cool, Mase-" You inhaled sharply when his lips touched the edge of your underwear, so close to where you wanted him most but at the same time so far away, and your fingers held your phone in a white-knuckled grip. "But I-I'm kind of in the middle of doing someone -something!- right now."

"Smooth," JJ said, not even trying to be quiet as he released your pinned hand to finish pulling your boots off, along with your tight leather pants that he casually tossed aside. "And I knew you weren't green under these!" 

Your laugh quickly turned into a gasp when his fingers hooked under your panties and pulled those off, too, and the touch of his tongue against the skin of your inner thigh sent white-hot lightning racing through your veins; the phone slipped from your grip, falling with a clunk onto the desk as your fingers tangled in his hair and he lifted one of your knees over his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm hanging up now! I already know you're getting laid but I don't need to hear it." Mason's loud grumble drifted up through the speaker and if you weren't so preoccupied with the boy between your thighs doing some downright wicked things to you with his mouth, you might've noticed that your brother didn't actually sound that grumpy before he ended the call and your phone's screen went dark, right as you lost control of your voice.

"Fuck me."

"Funny, I thought that's what I was doing?" You felt more than heard his response against you and a shiver ran down your spine when his bright blue eyes flicked up to met yours in the dim light of the office.

"You know what I meant, Maybank."

"Trust me, Y/L/N, I know. Question is: where do you want me?"

You tugged on his hair, grinning wolfishly at the way his eyes fluttered closed and a low moan rose from his throat. "Everywhere in this damn room, starting right here."

"I was hoping you’d say that.”

- Back at the party, Mason looked up and met Sarah's gaze, both of her eyebrows raised expectantly as she asked, "Well?"

He took his time slipping his phone back into his pocket before giving her a quick nod, grinning triumphantly when she immediately burst into gleeful giggles.  

"Yes! I just knew they had a thing for each other! Mortal enemies, my ass."

"I think that was the very first time in my sister's life that she didn't give a shit about the contest." Mason said and reached over to snag a cookie from her plate, chuckling when she pushed his hand away from the chocolate chip ones and toward the peanut butter. "We couldn't have pulled this off without you. I mean, making sure they showed up in matching costumes every year? Genius, Sarah. Absolutely genius." 

The blonde girl grabbed her own cookie with a wink. "Think they'll ever figure it out?"

Your brother just threw his head back and laughed. "I hope not! I wanna save that story for my best man speech at their wedding."

taglist: @sinkbeneathwaves @cordeliascrown @maysbanks @jjpogueprincess @jiaraendgame @alexa-playafricabytoto @sexualparkour @agirlwholovescoffee​ 

[fatbottombucky]

It’s A Bro-Job!*Chris Evans x Reader*

Summary: Yourself and Chris crash at his place after his big 39th Birthday bash, you’re on the sofa when he confesses to something. You decide to help your “bro” out. 

Pairing: Chris Evans x Male!Reader

Rating: [+18] Explicit 

Warnings: MxM smut, Male oral receiving, anal. Creampie King! No plot, it’s all porn. I literally don’t know where this came from, I had a whole other idea but this... just happened

Word Count: Over 2K

Authors Note: I had a conversation with my friend Dan, how he got with his now boyfriend was because he gave him what he calls a “bro-job”. Don’t ask lol Again, my beta, Honey, REALLY helped a girl out with the smut @peachesnplum​ - Ro

Tagging: I was the anon lol @honeychicanawrites​ @rhyrhy462​ @softboi-vibes​

You both stumbled through the door, the lights were all off which made it impossible to see or walk without tripping up. You could hear Chris fumbling for the lightswitch, cursing under his breath when he slaps the wall haphazardly a few times. The lights flicker on and you blink at the brightness, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the sudden change of lighting. 

“Make yourself comfortable,” his words are slurred, but he’s not drunk just on the better side of tipsy. 

You both have that buzz. Your bodies are vibrating from the alcohol, plus the music from the venue you were at. The taste of the confetti cake in your mouths and sweat clings to your bodies; dancing, being pressed to so many people at the party. 

Chris always throws the best birthday bashes, that’s just facts. 

His 39th wasn’t an exception either, somehow, this was more wild. So, many people turned up. Women all wanting a dance with Chris, which he humbly accepted with a wicked grin thrown at you- he’s shameless. You’d never hear him brag about the advances, but he wouldn’t hide the absolute prideful smirk he gets when he is flirted with. 

It’s what makes the ending of this birthday so… different. Normally, you’d be his wingman. Granted you’ve never been with a woman before, you’re gay, but you somehow have this charming effect on everyone you meet and it helps ease Evans anxiety knowing if things get awkward you can steer him back on track. 

You originally met his brother, Scott, through Grindr. You met up, had a connection but more so as friends and you haven’t looked back. Five years of being their friend and pining after Chris. 

Tonight, however, Chris left the party with you. He danced and flirted with a few girls, pretty and stunning girls. But he claimed he didn’t find the person to give him that 39th sex experience. 

Whatever that means. 

However, the conversation happening now is something completely different. “Well, how would you know?” You asked with a laugh. “Guys suck dicks better, it’s facts. We know what we like, I’m sure girls are great. Heck, I bet they’re marvellous. Props to women for sucking dick, but guys are just naturals to it.” 

Chris looks at you with disbelief and you look back at him, willing him to challenge you on this argument. “All I said was that, I think, I wouldn’t be good at it.” He reminds you. 

Huh, why were you saying that? 

“I said what I said,” you defend yourself and Chris laughs. “Anyway, why isn’t there a girl giving you a birthday blow-job?” He chokes on the beer he has, coughing as he tries to take a sip when you ask that question. “Stop acting so innocent, Evans. We all know this is your favourite time of year, every girl is suddenly into anal for your birthday.” 

It’s a couple minutes before he has settled, giving you a playful glare. “I don’t know, I wasn’t feeling it from any of the girls at the party. Honestly, I didn’t get any last year either.” 

“Damn,” you mutter with raised eyebrows and Chris shakes his head. “Two years in a row? Chris, there’s a plethora of people willing to do anything, you know that, right?” He nods with a simple shrug. 

“I can’t remember the last time I had my dick sucked,” He admits with a frown, a thoughtful sip of his beer. “Probably, sometime before Endgame began shooting.” 

That’s a...while. Longer than you would’ve expected. Chris is a very attractive guy, you half expect him to have someone on the side. Maybe, not a full time thing but someone he can call up for a bit fun. Yet, almost half a year since he’d done anything. 

That needed to be changed. Pronto. 

“Unconventional offer,” You begin, “but this wouldn’t be my first time giving a bro-job.” 

“A what now?” 

You roll your eyes, “I’m your bro, right? I’ll suck your dick, no questions asked. Don’t make it weird, it’s just a bro doing a favour.” 

The explanation should make him laugh, you hoped anyway. Instead he’s silent, watching you and for a moment you think, maybe, just maybe, you might have offended him. Of course, you’re best friends and this could potentially make things awkward. 

“Okay,” he shrugged nonchalantly and that throws you off now. “Well, you offered.” 

Instead of questioning his willingness you get off of the sofa, settling between his legs but avoiding looking into his eyes, for now. You work on unbuttoning his pants, pulling the zipper down and he helps by lifting his hips as you pull his jeans and briefs down. 

His cock is only half-hard, heavy and dribbling a small amount of pre-cum from the tip. It’s long and girthy, exactly what you expected but a little bigger than you’ve ever taken before. You spit in your palm and wrap the hand around him already slowly working him. He gets harder in your hand as you lick the pre-cum away, it’s a slow process till he’s extremely hard in your grasp. 

That’s when you really begin. 

Once he’s rockhard, you take the tip into your mouth lightly suckling the head. Pulling out the salty pre-cum from the tip, flattening your tongue against the underside of his dick before taking more of him into your wet, hot mouth. A loud groan comes from him, you finally look up and see his head is thrown back. One of his hands holds the back of your head, keeping your mouth on his cock. 

You start to work your mouth down his length, breathing evenly through your nose as you nudge him down your throat. Your gag reflex coming in strong as you have his entire length settled in your mouth, your nose brushing against the trimmed pubic hair he has. 

“Fuck!” he chokes and looks down at you, “swallowed my cock whole, filthy slut.” 

You swallow around his length, throat tightening around his length and he releases a groan. Your jaw aches from having it stretched so wide, so full too. You start to bob your head, practically choking yourself on his cock as you fuck your throat. 

Your own jeans becoming tight around the crotch area, your own cock aching for attention. This isn’t about you, it’s about Chris and you doing him a favour, so you forget about the hardness in your pants and double your efforts. 

Saliva and cum dribbles from the corners of your mouth, slurping and choking sounds coming from your slicked up mouth. Everything about this is dirty and sinful. You’re sucking your friends dick, nothing about this is sweet or innocent. And Chris is enjoying it. 

Hands on your head, his hips lifting to meet your mouth to fuck it generously. He’s panting above you, chest heaving and eyes darkened but not leaving your face. It’s like he’s a different person, not that you minded. If anything this side of Chris is, somehow, in some way hotter to you. 

“Oh, god,” he groans out loudly, eyes rolling into the back of his head, “can I fuck you? Let me fuck you.” He stutters out when you grip his balls. 

You pull off his cock with a slurp and a pop, looking up at him for a moment. A whimper escapes his throat when you’re not around him anymore, a thick string of saliva connects you to his dick and more is dribbling down your chin. 

“You sure?” You asked rubbing at the bulge in your jeans, the thought of getting fucked by him just making you want to explode. 

“Fuck yes.” 

That’s all you need, you’re standing up on shaky legs with achy knees. You button your pants and pull them down, trying to pull your shirt off. It’s a flurry of clothes being removed from the both of you, you look at Chris and allow your eyes to roam over his naked torso. 

But he seems to have other plans, grabbing and pulling you back to the sofa. Your hands clutch the armrest ahead of you, knees spread and ass in the air as Chris has one knee on the sofa and the other leg on the floor. 

He spreads your asscheeks apart, spitting on your quivering hole and you groan at the feeling of it dripping down before it can go anywhere he’s swirling the spit around your tight ring. Fingertips dipping inside of you, you shakily sigh when a finger slips in and he starts to fuck you with it. Adding another finger, your thighs are shaking already just from having his thick digits inside of you. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you, but fuck I just wanna fuck you already.” he admits and your eyes roll into the back of your head when a third finger is scissored inside of you. 

He fingers your ass for a few minutes, spitting to add more lubrication before he eventually pulls his messy fingers from you. Pumping his cock with spit slicked fingers and lining himself up, you feel the fat tip prod your opening. 

Even with the slight prep it’s still on the side of pain when he pops the head in, your hole stretching around him and he sinks in slowly. Hands grip your hips in a bruising embrace, he allows you to adjust once he’s fully settled inside. Your cock is leaking pre-cum and smearing onto his sofa, but neither of you seem to care about it. 

Chris pulls back a couple of inches before slamming back in, you groan and squeeze your eyes shut. His hand slinks up your back and gripping the back of your neck in a tight grip, you know you’re in for the ride of your life. He starts pounding into you, showing little mercy on you. He fucks you with long, hard strokes. The tip of his more than impressive length hitting your prostate everytime. 

You choke on air, your lungs barley filled because he’s fucking the life out of you. His other moves and wraps around your cock, loosely wrapping around it, so that every jolt of his hips has your cock fucking into his hand. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” You admit and bite your lip, feeling your balls tighten and your cock starting to twitch. Chris has the audacity to chuckle darkly at you, every thrust in he grinds his hips so that his cock head brushes against your prostate. 

“Go on then,” he leans his body down, torso against your back and mouth beside your ear. “Cum in my hand because you can’t hold it, can’t even wait for me, can you? So desperate.” 

You groan and start meeting his thrusts, pushing back against him- almost like you were chasing his dick every time it started to withdraw. It’s a few more thrusts and you’re cumming with a shout, spilling over his hand and sofa, it’s hot and sticky but you don’t care. Chris continues to fuck you, wrapping his hand tighter around your cock as you cum. He squeezes and milks your dick of it’s release, you whimper as he continues to stroke your cock even after everything had spilled. 

“Cum inside of me, please.” You look over your shoulder, meeting his eyes and he bites his bottom lip harshly. 

You can tell his close by the way his eyes glaze over, a stuttered groan escaping him when he continues to pound into your overused hole. He pulls up off of you, hands gripping your asscheeks and spreading them so he can watch exactly where his cock slips in and out of you. 

“You want it all inside of you, huh?” He asked with a cock smirk and you nod, unable to form words. “Gonna fill your ass up.” He throws his head back and moans loudly. 

You feel the hot load shoot inside of you, he doesn’t stop fucking you as he cums. Short thrusts and deep thrusts as he continues to cum inside, it feels never ending as load after load is fucked into you. Some of it dribbling around his cock and down your quivering thighs, it’s a few short minutes before he stops and pants for air. 

You hiss when you feel Chris slip his cock from you asshole, his eyes watch your sloppy hole clench around nothing and is puffy from being overworked. He sits back against the sofa, dick now soft but wet and between his legs. He looks over to see you belly down on the sofa, one leg hanging off and on the floor. 

His dick twitches when he sees his cum spilling out of your ass, it’s going to stain his sofa but he doesn’t care right now. You look completely fucked out, but he can feel himself getting up for round two. Briefly wondering if you’d be up for another load in you. 

“How many of those bro favours do you give out?” He asked and he heard you chuckle, your shoulder shaking and pushing yourself up. 

“You’re the birthday boy, however many you want.”

(As a lesbian woman, I need to say, I’ve never had straight sex... I’ve watched gay porn, cause me and my friends LOVE to laugh at porn plots sometimes, so be nice to me... I’m not very adapt with sex stuff (unless its fxf) love you all- Rosalie)

[youreacowgirllikeme]

Objection

Note: I’m a sucker for AUs, so here is a Lawyer!Chris fic nobody asked for, the plot (or whatever) is veery loosely inspired by this book I’m reading atm (The Hating Game) and by the the fact that Chris talking about lawyer stuff is incredibly hot to me

Warning: swearing (a lot), smut, Chris bashing (for the story line, pls don’t take this seriously, I adore this man to death), NSFW, slight exhibitionism

Plus another warning, I am not a lawyer or trained in any other legal profession, so if there are inaccuracies in the way I used certain terms I am sorry

„Objection, your honor, this is hearsay!” you shouted, shooting a furious glance over to the defense table, and to the absolute menace standing in front of it.

Chris Cuomo. The most obnoxious, arrogant, loud-mouthed asshole you ever had the misfortune to meet in court. He was a senior partner at one of New York’s most prestigious law firms, specialized on getting their wealthy clients out of everything from tax fraud to outright corruption.

This man stood for everything that, in your opinion, was wrong with the justice system and this country in general. Everything about him screamed elitist, boarding school, frat boy, preppy rich guy that had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He flaunted his famous last name around whenever he had the chance and it got him right to the top of the business.

You, on the opposite, went to law school on a scholarship, worked your ass of and now practiced law working for the district attorney to prosecute and convict the very people Cuomo tried to kept out of jail to afford the ridiculous Upper East Side Penthouse he probably had. You tried to push the fact that he was one of the most brilliant lawyers you knew aside, because you just hated him. No respect, no admiration for his legal genius, he was the bane of your existence fair and square.

You clashed heads in court more than once, and by now he knew exactly how to rile you up, smug bastard. His current client was accused of tax and investment fraud of incredible extent, and there he was, trying to discredit your main witness in front of the jury with some ridiculous accusations about them having a personal vendetta against the defendant. You saw your case crumbling in front of you as the witness got tangled up in Cuomo’s relentless questioning, stumbling over their own words, their credibility shrinking with each minute.

He did what he did best, lulling in people with his charm and striking when they least expected it. And he always did it with his disgusting smile on his disgustingly handsome face. Yes, of course he had to be a hot, fit, well-built asshole, making your professional life miserable at every chance he got.

Sometimes, he even had the audacity to wink at you. In court. During a trial. You wanted to punch him in his perfect face more than anything else.

The judge disrupted your thoughts.

“Dismissed, Ms. Y/L/N, and mind your tone in my courtroom. And Mr. Cuomo, please keep your questions professional or this interrogation will be over.” The judge said, shooting the both of you a warning glance.

“No more questions anyway, your honor, I think the jury heard it all.” Cuomo said, and almost strutted back to the defense table. And with a look over to the jury, you knew he was probably right. They eyed your witness suspiciously, and you almost wanted to stomp down out of pure rage. The fucker just destroyed your chance for a swift conviction right in front of your eyes. You needed more time to gather new evidence, or this would be over.

“Your honor, the prosecution is asking the court for adjournment.” You said, trying your best to not let your frustration show.

“Granted, the trial will be continued tomorrow. Court is dismissed.”

You put the case files into your bag and practically stormed out of the court room, passing the defense table without as much as a sideward glance.

But he caught up with you in the parking deck of the building.

“You’re aware you can’t win this one, right, Y/L/N? It’s all circumstantial, even you should see that.” His smug voice suddenly said from behind you as you were just about to get into your car.

You whirled around, pulse hammering in your chest out of pure anger.

“This is unprofessional even by your standards, Cuomo, I’m not discussing this case with you in a parking lot. Now why don’t you get into this environmental nightmare you call a car and leave me the hell alone.” You hissed, pointing over to where his obnoxiously big SUV was standing.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Y/L/N, just because you can’t handle yourself in court.” He said, smirk still firmly in place. His hands were playing with the car keys, and you were mesmerized for a second by how large his hands were. They looked like shovels.

“Whatever you’re plotting in that weird little brain of yours, stop staring at me.” Cuomo said, actually sounding a bit unsettled. You snapped out of it and went right back into anger mode.

“Staring at you? God, you’re so fucking full of yourself, aren’t you, you condescending prick? Not everything revolves around you and your spoiled ass, Cuomo.”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, girl?” he snapped, raising his voice now. You clearly got to him, and seeing a crack in his arrogant façade gave you a satisfying sense of triumph. You couldn’t stop now, even if his angry face was screaming danger.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, your highness, are you used to people worshipping the ground you walk on because you had the dumb luck to be born with the Cuomo name? Fun fact, nobody cares, you’re still an asshole, just with a fancy suit.” You really threw all caution away, and one look at Cuomo told you that you’ve definitely gone too far.

Because he was livid. There was a vein on his temple that was literally pulsating, his hands were balled to fists at his side and his blue eyes were so full of fury that you were scared to look directly at him.

He took two giant steps in your direction, backing you up against your car. You were caught, Cuomo’s giant frame in front of you with no way to escape his wrath.

You looked up at him, daring to meet his eyes directly. He looked at you like he was about to kill you. You tried to recall your fury from some seconds ago, but the heat radiating from his body and the way his huge arms had you trapped on both sides of your head were making it impossible for you to focus. Damn him for being so attractive. You wanted to fight him, but you also wanted to press yourself against his body and feel what was underneath that suit.

“You presumptuous little…” he spat, stopping himself before saying something truly insulting. He took a deep breath, and looked at you again. And then he saw it.

The way you were biting your lip, the way your pupils were dilated.

And he smiled, a cruel smirk that send shivers down your spine. He brought his face even closer to yours and dropped his voice.

“You know, I got really good at reading people, comes with the job, I guess. But you are making it so easy for me, Y/L/N, look at you?” His mouth was at your ear now, his hot breath tickling your neck.

“Do you really want me to leave you alone? Doesn’t seem like it to me.”

You could barely think straight anymore, you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but it just came out as an embarrassing, needy whimper.

He chuckled darkly, and goosebumps broke out all over your body. Why did this man, that you hated more than almost anyone else, reduce to a state of arousal you had never experienced before just by whispering in your ear? Your panties were already soaked, and he didn’t even touch you. With your last few functioning brain cells, you cursed your needy, weak body, before you tiled your head to the side, baring your neck to Chris mouth.

He breathed over your skin, teasing you without actually touching. You felt like you were going insane.

“Please.” You whispered.

“What? Use your words, darling.”

“Kiss my neck, touch me, anything, just do it, asshole.” You hissed, glad you were able to form a coherent sentence.

“So impolite.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck before starting to suck lightly. You moaned softly and pressed your pelvis into his. You could feel his hardness through his slacks, his unaffected behavior was clearly an act, he was just as aroused as you were.

One of his hands went down to squeeze your ass hard, bringing another surge of wetness to your panties.

Seeing him getting into this gave you some of your courage back, and you started to grind against him, making him growl against your neck.

“Is that everything you got, Cuomo.” You asked, trying to rile him up a bit. You really enjoyed the way he was manhandling you, as much as it pained you to admit it. But his hands were wandering under your skirt now, so you might as well just go with it.

Your provocative behavior clearly had the desired effect on him, because he grabbed your waist in a bruising grip, spun you around and pinned you against your car, his erection pressing against your ass. He yanked up your skirt and tore off your panties, leaving your lower body completely bare.

By now, you were glad that you picked the parking spot on the top floor, because your two cars were the only ones left and no one would come up here at this hour to catch you, about to be railed against your vehicle by Chris Cuomo.

“My, my, Y/L/N, this really turns you on, doesn’t it?” You could hear his breathy voice from behind you, and then felt a thick finger slowly being pressed into your aching pussy, followed by a sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, you already are so wet for me.” Chris growled.

“Are you going to fuck me soon, or do I have to take care of it myself?” You asked, teasingly.

He swore under his breath and gave your ass a sharp slap, making you welp.

You heard the sound of his zipper, and the rustle of foil.

“You really brought a condom to court, Cuomo? Wow, you are even more shameless than I imagined.”

“Shut up.” He growled, and you did, because he lined up his cock and slowly started pressing into you. He was big, and you had to bury your face into your arm to muffle the obscene sounds coming out of your mouth at the feeling of being stretched like this. He bottomed out with a low moan, and immediately started a fast, hard pace, pushing you against your car with every move of his hips.

You turned your head around to look at him. His face was flushed, and his eyes were fixed on the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you.

The friction was delicious, and he was hitting a perfect spot deep inside you with every thrust. Your moans became louder and louder, and he pressed one of his large hands over your mouth.

“Be quiet, you don’t want someone to catch little Miss Righteous being screwed in the parking lot by big, bad Cuomo, don’t you?” he whispered in your ear between husky breaths, and you could only cry out against his palm as he was speeding up his thrusts. The idea of someone catching you here was as arousing as it was terrifying.

Suddenly, Chris other hand sneaked around you to press on your clit, hard, and you screamed into his hand as your orgasm hit you like a punch to the gut, your walls gripping his cock like a vice while he was still fucking you through your climax.

“That’s it, darling, come for me. Fuck.” He groaned, before suddenly going tense as he reached his peak as well, cock buried deep inside you.

You slumped against your car with a huff, and the brief glimpse you caught of your reflection in the window made you question what you just did even more. Not only did you have (amazing, mind-blowing) sex with the opposing lawyer, he also absolutely wrecked you, you looked like you just had the roughest night ever with your hair undone, your makeup smudged and your panties in shreds on the floor of the parking lot. You hastily pulled down your skit again and tried to fix your hair as much as possible to get a minimum of decorum back.

Chris was just disposing the condom into a nearby bin, already looking calm and composed again. You hated him for that, and for the broad, self-satisfied grin that was all over his face again. And still, your heart gave a little flip as he approached you.

“That was fun.” He smirked, “We should definitely do that again. But not today, I’m busy. See you in court.”

He started to make his way to his car, and there was definitely a spring in his step.

“In your dreams, Cuomo.” You mumbled after him but couldn’t suppress a smile. That was, until you looked into the side mirror of your car to check your makeup and saw the giant, purple bruise on the side of your neck.

“Cuomo!” you screamed. “Come back here right now, you imbecile, you gave me a fucking hickey!”

“Better wear a scarf then tomorrow!” he called, entering his car. “And don’t make plans for after the trial, I’m taking you to dinner to celebrate my victory. And I mean that.”

And with that, he drove off. And as much as you hated yourself to admit it, you were really looking forward to having dinner with this idiot. After you destroyed him in court, of course.

[lonelysoul029]

His Hufflepuff Secret ~ Nine

A/N: I had a bit of trouble writing this chapter for some reason, but here it is lol. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Warnings: smut, oral (female receiving)

<-Previous Chapter

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'Did you know that she's dating Malfoy?'

'I can't believe Draco Malfoy would go after her.'

'She's dating Draco.'

'She probably bribed him or something.'

These are only some of the whispers Y/N hears when she walks through Hogwarts. She and Draco have been the topic of conversation for days since the ball.

"Seriously, Mione, I feel like my ears are ringing constantly with gossip about me," she rests her forehead on the library table with a thud.

Hermione rubs a hand on her back comfortingly, "Hey, the Third Task is tomorrow. I'm sure the buzz about you will die down soon," she tries to convince her.

"The Second Task came and went but it hasn't died down," Y/N groans, "At least one good thing happened, though. I think Pansy is finally going to back off because even her friends turned on her."

"That, or she just got angrier and is planning something big to get back at all of you at once."

Y/N lifts her head off the table, a fake smile on her lips, "Thank you, Hermione Jean Granger. That was very reassuring."

Hermione giggles, "Sorry. Even if she does try anything, you've got your new recruits to back you up. And your old recruits too, of course," she winks.

"I know you'll always be here for me," Y/N gives her a real smile this time, "It's the 'new recruits' I'm worried about. The whole thing seems a bit fishy."

"That's true. It's probably best to keep an eye out."

"Keep an eye out for what?" a voice cuts in.

Y/N rolls her eyes, "Do you ever just not eavesdrop on my conversations?" Draco plops down on the seat next to her and places an arm around her shoulders, the action not going unnoticed by Hermione seeing as she's smirking at the two of them.

"I don't eavesdrop, darling," he shrugs.

"Mhm."

Hermione and Y/N continue to study. After a while, Draco sighs. When he doesn't get a reaction, he sighs again. He keeps sighing and rolling his head back until Y/N finally speaks.

"What do you want, Draco?"

He smirks and gives her his best whiny voice, "You're not giving me attention."

From across the table, Hermione chuckles. Y/N rolls her eyes but plants a kiss on Draco's cheek. "There, happy?"

"No," is all he replies before aggressively pulling her close and kissing her. The action making her involuntarily moan.

"My goodness, you two," Hermione scolds, "This is a library."

Y/N pulls away from Draco, all flustered and confused. Draco stands up with his hand out to her, "You're correct, Granger. It is a library. Libraries have a lot of aisles that people never go to."

The girls look at each other, wide-eyed, then look back at Draco, "You're not suggesting that we-"

"Why yes, darling. I am suggesting," he wiggles his eyebrows at Y/N. That's what I came here to tell you, but I figured I'd let you and Granger study a bit more. Like I said, though, plenty of abandoned shelves."

She is too shocked to answer, but Hermione answers for her, "Really, Malfoy? Here in the library?" Draco nods at this. "Merlin, at least do it somewhere more comfortable."

God, this girl is amazing, Y/N smirks to herself before facing to Draco, "What do you have in mind?"

His eyes darken as he leans down. His hot breath fanning over her skin, making her shiver, "I'm saying, we have a little bit of fun."

The low rumble of his voice sends shivers down her spine. She looks at Hermione who gives her an approving grin. Y/N turns back to Draco with his hand still outstretched towards her, she says "Shall we, then?"

Draco smiles as Y/N takes his hand. "Granger," he nods at Hermione.

"Use protection," she calls out after the two as they leave the library.

A million thoughts are racing through Y/N's head when they reach Draco's dorm; am I really about to do this? What if something goes wrong? What if Draco sees me and changes his mind? Am I even ready for this yet?

As if reading her mind, Draco sits next to her on the bed. "You know we don't have to do anything you don't want to," sincerity fills his voice.

This time, Y/N really thinks about it. After a moment, she says, "I want to, Draco."

He smiles then cups her cheek, kissing her softly at first, as he slowly lays her down on his bed. Not breaking the kiss, Draco shrugs off his robe. Y/N has a hand on the back of his neck as the other goes to his green tie, pulling his body even closer.

Draco slides his tongue over her bottom lip, asking for entrance which she grants. He explores her mouth with his tongue, realising that he will never get enough of the warmth he finds. The kiss is even more heated now.

After a while, he pulls away, panting, "Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?" Draco asks, eyes searching hers. She nods but Draco grips her chin, "I'm gonna need you to use your words, darling."

"I'm sure," she whispers.

They resume the kiss, then Draco moves down to suck at her neck. She tilts her head back to give him more access. He finds the sweet spot just under her ear then kisses and nibbles on the skin there, making her moan out.

Wanting to feel him, Y/N moves her hand down, palming his hardening cock through his pants. His assault on her neck stops for a moment, surprised at Y/N's sudden movement. Instead of continuing, he pulls back, looking at her and the forming bruises on her neck.

"You look so pretty all marked up," he smirks down at her, watching as she brushes her fingers over the hickeys on her collarbone and neck. She smiles at the thought of people seeing them knowing Draco gave them to her.

Y/N leans up to place a quick kiss on his lips before gently pushing him back to stand up. She takes off her robe and drops it onto the floor. She unbuttons her shirt, fingers slowly popping each button, and Draco eagerly eyes every inch of exposed skin. Once unbuttoned, she lets the shirt fall on the discarded robe. Her hands slowly go to the zipper on her skirt next, but Draco suddenly gets up from the bed and pushes her down.

"Enough teasing," he growls. Hooking his fingers on the waistband of her skirt, he pulls it down along with her underwear. Draco smirks at the sight in front of him, "You're soaked, darling. That all for me?"

"Uh huh," Y/N leans on her hands to be able to see him, "All for you."

Draco kneels down by the bed and places a hand on each of her knees, pushing them apart. He settles between her legs. Leaning down to her core, he licks a stripe up from her slit to the sensitive nub. Y/N moans at the slight touch and instinctively weaves her fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly. He groans at this and the vibrations goes straight through her whole body, enhancing the sensation.

"Fuck," she whispers as Draco slips a finger into her, thrusting in and out at a slow pace. He slides another finger along with the first and increases his speed. When he curls his fingers, they brush over her g-spot. He keeps up with his movements, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She cries out as her orgasm erupts through her. The grip on his hair tighten and her walls flutter around his fingers. His eyes are looking up at her, watching as her face contorts in pleasure.

Draco slows his pace as he eases her down from her high. Her moans sounding like music to his ears, already thinking of the next time he gets to hear them. He waits for her to recover, watching her fall back down on the bed, panting.

"That," Y/N breathes, "Was amazing."

He chuckles as he slides her blue thong up her legs. He climbs up on the bed beside her and lays on his side, kissing her temple softly. "I think I've got a new favourite view."

"Oh yeah?" she turns to him, "And what's that?"

"The face  you make when you cum," he smirks at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her cheeks are still flushed and Draco thinks that she looks so beautiful.

The comment makes her blush profusely. Suddenly, there's a knock on his door. Draco immediately throws the covers over her and makes sure her body can't be seen.

He gets up and opens the door with a groan, "What?"

The sight Blaise fills the doorway, "You weren't at dinner," he states.

"Okay. So?" Draco rolls his eyes.

Blaise shrugs and looks over Draco's shoulder. His eyes widen as they frantically switch from Draco to the girl trying to hide her face with the blanket, "I-is that Fa--"

"None of your business, Zabini," Draco blocks his friend's view, "Now, I think it's time for you to go."

"Right," Blaise nods then leaves.

Draco quickly slams the door shut. He flops back down on the bed.

"What did he want?" Y/N asks.

"I don't know. Something about missing dinner," he shrugs.

"Ooh, dinner actually sounds good right now," she grins.

He laughs, "Okay, how about this. I'll go get us some food, and then after, you can fix the little problem you created."

Y/N looks at him confused, "What problem?"

"This," he rolls his hips against her side.

"Oh," she gasps, "Okay."

Draco chuckles an 'okay' back then gets up. When he's halfway out the door, Y/N calls after him, "Hurry back."

The door shuts and Draco heads down the halls. He will very much indeed, hurry back.

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Next Chapter->

[faulty-writes]

Warning: Breath Play, NSFW Scenario, Light Bondage, Forced Sex. 

Fandom: My Hero Academia 

Pairing: Neito Monoma x Class 1-A!Reader

[ This is my fifth piece for the Hero Bingo Event hosted by @bnhabookclub​ the theme was breath play, so not sure how good of a job I did with it. But, I decided to do some headcanons. I had written a request involving Neito having feelings for the reader who is in Class 1-A and the reader returning those feelings after Neito tried desperately to make them break his heart. That fic can be located here and this can be looked at as a sequel or an alternative universe on how Neito decided to respond. ] 

[ Neito can’t stand Class 1-A, especially you. What did you do to deserve his hatred? Well, it’s obvious he can’t have feelings for a member of Class 1-A and yet he can’t stop himself from falling for you. Nor can he stand for you returning said feelings, he hates it and decides you need a little punishment for torturing him this way. ] 

This was impossible, no. He simply could not accept this! After you had kissed him on his precious lips. Effectively stealing his first kiss away, he had no choice but to run! How dare you...how dare anyone in Class 1-A make a mockery of him. To think you had returned the feelings he had tried to throw away, you ruined his life and damn. He felt a strong need to punish you, he let out a growl, "I cannot continue to allow that Class 1-A nobody to have such a hold over my heart. The nerve of them, how dare they falsely allow themselves to have feelings for me. Humiliate me in this way." he tightened his fists. He needed a solution, a way to make you feel the shame he had to endure. 

Of course, he couldn’t allow anyone in Class 1-B to know what he was up to. What he was planning, despite the fact most would think what Neito wanted to do was cruel and even disgusting. It was perfect to him, two benefits in one. Trying to confront you about his feelings failed so perhaps fucking them out would work and it would humiliate you in the process. It was simply perfect, yes he was a genius.  

Luring you into his little trap was easy enough, after all, he didn't miss the fact you had called after him when he ran away from you. Of course, it wasn't his fault, what other choice did he have? None. But, he knew you'd be so eager to see him once more, face to face. Though he had been clever and asked you to meet him in one of the few empty classrooms U.A. had. 

He couldn’t help the smirk that came to his face when you stepped into the classroom "Monoma?" you questioned in a hopeful manner, you thought you had ruined your chances with him because of his rather strange reaction to your kiss. It was even stranger knowing the reasons behind it, you couldn't explain why you had feelings for him, but you hoped this meeting meant that he was willing to take the next step. Maybe even a date.  

But unlike you, a date was the furthest thing from his mind. Still, he needed to keep up his act until he had you right where he wanted you. "Hello there!" he spun on his feet, holding one hand out to you. "My Class 1-A delinquent." you frowned at the name but at least he was smiling at you. "It's good to see you too. I was surprised that you asked me to meet with you, I've been meaning to ask you about…you know, about what happened last time." you explained before hearing Neito chuckle.  

"Don't worry about that my dear," he purred as he approached you, the smirk on his face was almost eerie and you took a step back. Neito noticed this and switched his tactic. "Oh my, is that a Class 1-A student backing away from me?" he teased and you couldn't help the blush that crept onto your face. "N-No." you replied and heard a soft chuckle. "Then take my hand." he said as he offered it to you.

You hesitated and your instincts proved to be correct when he grabbed your hand and threw you against the teachers desk. "MONOMA!" you screamed before he clasped his hand over your mouth. "Hush now, my little pet or you might ruin my…" he paused and your eyes widened when you felt his other hand slowly wrap around your throat, any tighter and he'd easily cut off your air supply. "Fun." he purred and all at once you felt fear coursing through your body. 

You latched onto your lip, trying your best to muffle the noises threatening to escape. You pulled at your restraints as you laid on top of the desk. Neito had wrapped a thick piece of rope around your wrists, saying he was so eager to see a member of Class 1-A fall victim to his pleasure. Of course, he seemed to enjoy trying to arouse you. "Aw, come now. Won't you grant me the privilege of hearing you moan? The sound would only confirm how low you've sunk." he said before running his hands down your stomach which caused you to squirm. 

Though you continued to remain silent which was quickly making Neito angry. "Come on." he growled as he loomed over you and once more wrapped a hand around your throat. His free hand reached over for your nipple which he violently twisted. "Shout out for me, do something so you don't look so pathetic." you squeezed your eyes shut as your back arched off the desk. You were so close to crying out, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction. No matter your feelings for him, Neito huffed and released your nipple. You clenched your jaw as you felt pain radiate from the abused nub. 

"Hm...despite your lack of noise you’re certainly wet down here aren't you?" his fingers squeezed around your neck and you squirmed once again as you felt his fingers tease your entrance. The soaked fabric of your underwear acting as the only barrier. "Perhaps I need to step up my game, I want to make you crumble. Pathetic Class 1-A hero." his cock was throbbing against his zipper and you gasped for breath as he released your throat. "Better open wide kitten," he spoke with an ignorant chuckle and unzipped his pants. 

He threw his head back, a moan escaping him and his hand tightened in your hair. He was keeping your head in place as he continued to thrust into your mouth. His length hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag repeatedly. "Mm...that's right...keep gagging, it sounds so lovely. Just look at you, choking on my cock. Does it anger you? Choking on the member of a Class 1-B student?" he smirked knowing you couldn’t answer. 

Your eyes were beginning to water and your jaw was coursing with a dull ache. When was he going to stop and why was he doing this? Your face was flushed over with embarrassment, however it was quickly forgotten when you felt Neito pull away. You thought for a moment, he was done. That he was finally going to give your mouth a rest. Oh no. Moments later, he snapped his hips forward. The sound of your gagging echoed and you struggled against your restraints but to no avail. 

Neito was choking you with his cock, looming over you with a satisfied smirk. His balls happily resting on your chin and you were beginning to get light-headed, struggling to breathe through your nose but Neito took notice of this and frowned. "Now, now…" he reached down to pinch your nose causing you to panic. "Class 1-A doesn't cheat does it?" he wanted you to suffocate on his cock. 

By the time he pulled out, your vision was hazy and your cheeks were tinted blue. Your lungs begged for oxygen which Neito seemed to get amusement out of. He leaned over you, pressing his lips next to your ear which he proceeded to blow on. You groaned at the odd sensation. "Mm...what a lovely noise." he purred into your ear, his hot breath causing a shiver down your spine. "I'd love to hear more." you continued to focus on your breathing, but in all truth, you were afraid of what he’d do next. 

"Ah!" you cried out when you felt him rub the head of his cock against your warm entrance, why...damn it. You didn't want this, did you? It was clear you had feelings for Neito, but he was forcing this on you. Honestly you weren't sure if it excited or disgusted you. But it was clear Neito wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. 

You cried out when he pushed his length inside, it hurt like hell yet, it also felt good. A perfect mix of pain and pleasure, but Neito silenced you with his hand. Clasping it over your mouth and effectively shielding the noises you admitted to mere mumbles. Your hole clenched around his length causing him to hiss. "Mm...perhaps the students of Class 1-A are good for something," he pulled his hips back and your muffled whimper sounded, "a good fuck." he said before a loud smack filled the air and you cried out as his cock stretched your tight walls. 

He continued this, throwing his head back with an eager moan. His hand moved from your mouth to your throat once more and his fingernails dug into your skin. He took a short breath before leaning over you, allowing your bodies to slide together. "Moan my name as I choke you, pathetic Class 1-A student," he whispered into your ear before ghosting his lips over the curve of it. Your legs moved and your thighs attempted to squeeze together but Neito pushed them back apart, enjoying the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you. 

"Oh yes…" a growl escaped him and two hands were now securely wrapped around your throat, you could barely swallow without a struggle. He continued to abuse your tight hole, moaning softly while you were beginning to feel light-headed. You could barely breathe yet your body felt like it was floating. Almost like ecstasy, you felt amazing though the delusion was only caused by the lack of oxygen.

You felt your eyes begin to flutter and your body went still, you could hear the sounds Neito continued to make. They almost seemed to be growing louder and more struggled, you could tell he was close. "Ah yes...I'm going to empty myself inside of you, consider it an honor." he spoke with a happy purr, but you could barely make out his words. 

You could, however, feel that warm cum as Neito reached his limit and as promised, emptied himself inside of you. His hands loosened their grip, and you slowly began to breathe normally. You could feel your hole throb with pain, and Neito’s precious seed began to leak out. But, he seemed unphased by it. "Surely now you do not hold those pathetic feelings for me," he said as he began to undo the ropes that held your wrists together. 

Your chest heaved as you looked at Neito, your eyes full of questions but you knew they wouldn't be answered. "Better clean yourself up." he warned as he proceeded to put his uniform back on. "I believe Class A and Class B will be competing against each other in this training session and I'm rather looking forward to finally beating you fair and square," he said before turning his back on you and leaving the room. You slowly pushed yourself up, sitting on the desk, and found yourself staring at the door. Wondering what had just occurred or if you should tell anyone. 

In the end, you managed to get dressed. Despite feeling sweaty, sticky, and overall ashamed you had allowed yourself to fall for such a trap. As soon as you set your eyes on Neito, you could only think of one thing. You had to come out of this the victor. 

[danddymaro]

Roughly | Revolver Ocelot x Reader

Once again, MGSV | Word Count : 5077 | 

I thought it’d be nice to make some of this content for Daddy Ocelot.

Warning : Adult content 

Please....Please, if you’re not into it, don't read. 

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Roughly

He tore open her white blouse, exposing her heaving chest covered only by a thin brassier. With intently focused blue orbs, he watched as two peaked nubs strained against the white, delicate cloth,

"Excited?" He questioned her, quirking a brow at the painfully obvious display of arousal.

Nodding eagerly she confirmed it with a tight bite of her lower lip,

"Yes," She inhaled as she caught sight of the feral dimness in his eyes while they aimed themselves at her displayed figure. 

Backing up, she leaned back to his desk before popping up on it, waiting for him to reach her,

'On the desk...Here...' She mused with excitement, never having had the boldness to initiate anything so daring in his workspace where just about anyone could interrupt them. Granted, the door to his quarters was right there in the room too, but nonetheless, she had become thoroughly ignited when he threw everything aside while fiercely lip-locked with her earlier on.

With a slow lick to his lips, he came closer, beckoned by the alluringly sensual, position of her lovely figure. Smirking, he slid his body between her open, hanging legs, not wasting a minute to run his hands over the length of her legs which were covered by thin, sheer pantyhose.

"...Too many layers," He muttered to himself with a hint of annoyance, his left hand rising to his lips, his index finger pointed towards his slightly parted lips, " I don't like it," he added huskily, capturing a piece of the red glove between his two-row of teeth, tugging it off before he did the same with the right one.

"There, much better," he claimed while returning to his earlier position, his naked hands delightfully creasing her legs, his nails dragging down the length of them with hopes of tearing through the delicate material.

During then, her eyes closed, chest heaving as she focused on the touch of his grazing nails, his name slipping out from her pretty mouth longingly.

“Take it off, “ he muttered, watching her un-clip the undergarment, her expression being flustered. Yet again his gaze fell onto her chest, this time focused onto the aroused, risen teats.

Sometimes he wasn't sure where to begin, what part of her to focus on the most, because every square inch of her body called out to him, wanting attention and desiring his love. However, at that moment, it had become a painstakingly easy choice as she deeply inhaled, reminding him that they were ready for him to give attentiveness to.

'Perfection,' he praised, his mouth watering before he decided where to head first.

She moaned softly as his tongue flicked her two peaked nipples, the hot muscle coaxing them with his warm drool. With her eyes shut tightly, she ran her fingers through his blonde locks as he continued to suck on them, occasionally tugging them between his two-row of teeth with playful, little nips.

Focused, she picked up on his low groans which barely escaped his working mouth as he continued to tease her. Soon, the need in her body was no longer one she could bear and whimpering at his every movement, she swallowed hard, trying to find her voice,

"Please" she begged, tugging at the silver strands to drive her point farther, "More..." She added, pleading with him to stop being so merciless, desperate to be filled by him.

Not one to disappoint, he conceded to her desire, wordlessly trailing his attention down with unaligned kisses descending to her navel,

“Only if you’re good,” He reminded her, both of his hands taking hold of her wrists, untangling her fingers from his locks and putting them down to her sides instead,

“So no touching,” he said sweetly, near-silent sternness lying beneath the words, hidden by the sugary tone. “I know you’re excited,” He added, watching as her palms lay flat onto the desk’s surface, fingers desperately twitching, wanting to find their place back home on his body.

"But be good girl," He ordered.

Reluctantly she agreed, knowing she had no reach say in the matter,

If she wanted him to keep going, she had to be good.

‘I have to do everything he says,’ She reasoned, fighting her body's natural response to reach for him.

Her heart rate climbed furthermore as he released the little button of her pin skirt from its place, dragging down the small zipper placed at the side as well,

‘He’s undressing me fully,’ She fretted with upset, ‘ But he’s still wearing everything,’ she added while fuming, wanting to have him just as exposed as she was.

Slowly he slid the jumbled skirt down her legs, dragging his nails over her yet again, this time successfully tearing through the hosiery. Her skin tingled as she felt his nails through the torn sheer, dragging over her flesh with their sharpness.

Once the article of cloth was fully removed, he threw it aside and he worked his mouth back up. Ever so slowly, he found his way back up, kissing her ankles first, descending his lips onto her calves right after. Worshiping her slightly trembling body, he took his time in reaching her thighs.

By that point, she was panting, waiting with a burning ache.

As he breathed, she felt the warm puffs fan over the inside fo her thighs, a startled little sound drawing out of her as he nibbled at the softest piece of her legs. Slowly, while his mouth became occupied with the sweet patch of skin, his hands slipped beneath her, palming her ass and lifting her hips into the air with ease.

With maddening desire she swallowed down, glazed eyes begging him for him to truly touch her, doing away with all the cruel taunting.

‘I can’t…’ She huffed, feeling impatient.

"I'm not all too sure you deserve my cock, " He said teasingly, tearing away from her, standing at his full height, “ Should I fuck you now?” he asked himself, seeing to contemplate the idea, not quite certain she deserved it yet.

He then began to unbutton the sand-colored shirt that hid his body from her, taking his sweet time with each and every button, starting from top to bottom.

With half-lidded eyes, she stared on, memorized by his sensual demeanor, all the while wanting to jump on him, tearing the clothes off until he was even more exposed than she was.

Sighing softly he tucked his chin to his chest, hiding the little curl of his lip as he smirked,

“...You just don’t seem to want it that bad,” He claimed, knowing fully well how frustrated she was beginning to grow.

But he wanted her to slip…

Harshly breathing through barley parted, red lips, she nodded eagerly, already feeling a burning itch of desire for him.

“No...No…” she chanted airily, “ No… Please don’t stop,” She begged. "I do want this,"

"I'd believe you, unfortunately, you're not following the rules," He argued, continuing to undress nonetheless.

Slowly sliding his shirt off of his shoulders, he let it fall to the ground with a soundless noise, revealing his lean physique, the pale skin in her sights. With a delighted sigh, she went closer to him, her hands eager to touch him, to fall over his chest like many times before, when he stopped her right as she was about to graze his skin,

"Hands off !" he barked, a deep growl to his voice making her shutter.

The booming order made her squeak and as fast as lightning shooting down, her hands flew to her own chest. They both tightly balled over her heart as she stared at Ocelot with large, (e/c) colored, doe eyes.

Another little sound, akin to the cry of a mouse flew past her lips as she withdrew, and mindlessly her legs squeezed together tightly, a pleasing little friction bringing forth a spark of pleasure,

‘There,’ He mused, having baited her into disobedience, all along hoping she'd crack.

"Remember the rules Darlin'? No touching," He told her, his own hands prying her’s off her chest, one held by each of his own,

"All of you belongs to me," He added lowly, pulling her towards him, her naked chest pressed against his, her startled face set before him. "You...Every bit of you belongs to me, " He reminded her, his deep, sensuous voice rattling her body as he possessively uttered the words right at her burning ear, “Me… and only me," he said with a devious curl to his lips.

“Yes,” she said shakily, too far taken by him to say anything else.

"So when I say no touching,  you don't lay a finger on me, Got it?" He added with a sneer.

"Yes," She gulped.

"Will you do as I say now?" He said lowly, receiving an eager nod as well as a voiced confirmation,

" Yes, yes, I will," She answered him without hesitance.

With a tug towards his direction, her feet fell onto the ground, off the desk.

"Now, on the desk. I want you bent over." He ordered her.

Without a word she did as he said, her glowing face lowered onto the wood, palms flat against the surface.

"Get your ass in the air,” He said while eyeing the shaken way they buckled, as she leaned onto the work surface. “And don't you move, " he ordered with the same harshness.

Eagerly, she complied, not wanting to disappoint him, not wanting to be left without the delightful touch of his body.

‘Use me….I'll do whatever you want,

Just, please... Please fuck me,’ She groaned, expecting to be taken right then and there as she heard him unbuckle his pants.

He then pressed his lips to her (s/c) colored skin, sweetly pecking the back of her neck. Consequently, her body jumped at the smooch, her stance faltering for just a moment as she mewled.

Chuckling her shook his head, a hand tightly gripping her hips, keeping her back arched, ass angled up,

“For someone who wants to get fucked, you sure don’t do as you’re told,” he mused while clicking his teeth.

With widely peeled eyes she shook her head, “ I do! I promise I do!” she said alarmed, not wanting him to stop. Diligently,  she remained in the same position, unknowingly wiggling her hips from side to side, desperate to finally be taken care of.

“Then prove it,” He scolded, a whipping sound echoing right from behind her, causing her back to stiffen, her body tensing in its entirety,

‘Is that…?’ She barley had any time to think before he swung, the leather cruelly cracking against her skin.

Shrieking out with both surprise and pain she flinched, knees bending. She faltered yet again, but this time he steadied her, his hand that was still placed at her hip forcing her back to the right position before he aimed yet again, striking her.

It stung, her skin glowing with the assault, “It hurts,” she whimpered while he swung again.

There was another sound of connection and as expected she squealed,

“I...I’m a good girl,” She insisted, whimpering as she felt yet another bash fall upon her. Her eyes shut tight, hands tightly balled as she bit her bottom lip, the entire row from the top sinking into the plump flesh.

"Ada-"

“ Quiet, ” He hissed, saying nothing more.

With another strike she jumped, her hands flying to press over her trembling mouth, tightly pressed. Over and over she swallowed down the small sounds, wanting to please him, craving his approval.

It was painful, however, within the furthest depths of her being, she was thrilled by the ache being brought forth. She was well aware that he held back, having far much more strength than the meager vigor used to discipline her, and somehow with that knowledge, her heart fluttered.

He could see her beginning to shake furthermore, and her tightly held back whimpers had begun to escape, sounding utterly pathetic, the pain obviously getting to her.

"Had enough?" He jeered, receiving another whimper in response.

"Well ?" He sang, grazing the held leather piece over her stinging ass, giving her a small window of escape, "Answer me," He demanded.

'She's still learning…' He reasoned, being especially kind to her.

"You always answer back to me," He prompted her. "So tell me, Have you had enough? "

"Yes," she struggled through her breath, holding back tears, 

‘It hurts.’

The leather piece within his hands fell onto the desk, the sound of the metal piece clashing with wood being right next to her ear, causing her to jump,  making him chuckle softly,

“What? Are you afraid of me now?” He questioned her, gently running his naked fingers down the line of her spine, subsequently causing all the little hairs over her body to stand at attention.

The teasing, little crease though feather-light had a powerful effect on her body, raking her to the furthest depth of her being,

"Oh, Adam..." She shuttered, shakily exhaling.

"Darlin' ...Are you afraid?" He murmured smoothly, asking the question once more.

He pressed on in a softer tone, a sensible one that caused her heart to flutter, because it was pleasantly sweet, weaved with warm tenderness that would ultimately heat into burning passion.

'Afraid? No never…’ she mused.

With certainty in her mind, and even much more confidence within her heavily beating heart, she shook her head, a gentle smile take over her,

“Never,” she breathed, peeking at him from over her shoulder.

‘I never could,’

She didn't fear him, it was the contrary, she felt safest with him, tucked beneath his arm, and pacified by his warmth. She was held within his manly arms in a proprietorial way that made her feel nothing else could touch her,

'Adam...I love you,’ she proclaimed, ‘ I love you so much… my heart could burst,’

Slowly, he slid his finger down within the waistband of her panties, his light blue eyes keeping her (dark/light) ones captive all the while,

‘I already feel myself slipping,’ she thought to herself, ‘ And he hasn’t actually touched me yet…’

He then hooked his fingers within the thin material, gradually gliding his fingers down her flesh as he pulled down the article of clothing, both pantyhose and underwear descending.

Cool air mercifully creased her heated, abused flesh, making her unwillingly groan out beneath her breath. As though the touch wasn't torturously sweet enough his other hand palmed her ass, petting her with notable praise,

"You're doing good," He commented, "You'll get what you deserve," He added.

She heard the zipper of his pants come down, followed by the sound of his trousers hitting the floor as he slid them off. It was almost too much, every single thing he did was driving her crazy, her senses heightened.

As he moved to stand behind her, he was fully bare, causing her to wriggle with joy, comfortably eased onto the desk in anticipated wait, growing ever more excited,

“Do you want  me to fuck you, huh?” he asked her, literally licking his lips, "Do you want my cock to fill you?" he added, watching her back arch perfectly in his sight.

“Answer me,” He hissed, his right hand lightly spanking her, causing her to jump, a little whine of lament blowing past her lips,

“Yes,” she sputtered, “ I Want your cock to fill me, I need it,” She spluttered out, cursing herself from within at forgetting yet again the rule.

Steadily, he pressed his cock's head against her pussy lips, willing himself and holding back from diving in immediately. Instead, he guided the throbbing erection towards her excited clit, pressing the tip while she writhed in distress.

Heavy pants flowed from her gaped mouth as she moved her hips for the attention she’d craved from the start.

Slowly, he dragged his cock back down to her pulsing heat, slipping the head within the wetness.

He was taking his time, as he was well aware of the degree of desire she had within her little body, exploiting it. Unmoving, he settled within her, his two hands on either side of her waist, petting the sides with kind gentleness.

But, she didn't want sweetness...

Desperately, she began to plead, grinding against the bit he sank into her as she begged for him to use it fully and ravish her.

‘I can’t take this,’ She thought helplessly, sniveling.

Finally, deciding it was enough, he slid it inside fully sinking in all at once, immediately pressing against her special spot, knowing just how to aim.

"Ah!" she breathed lecherously.

"Fuck," he uttered whilst he thrust in,  welcomed inside by her soft squeeze. He gave her no time to adjust, instead, picking up speed, causing her moans to get more intense, every thrust sending sparks up her spine to her fogging brain.

She grunted yet again as he grabbed a handful of hair, cursing lowly beneath her breath.

Instantly, her arms shot out before her, hands grasped at the edge of the desk opposite to the one she was leaned into.

She supported herself as he rammed into her harder and harder, losing what little sweet remnants that existed in his dives. One hand pulled her head back by her hair, whilst the other gripped her waist, pulling her into his thrusts while she quaked.

The fire was building, every second her breathing getting more rapid and desperate, her heart running a marathon.

In the past, whenever they made love, his hands would stroke her hair, his lips occupied with tracing over every other part of her body, sweetly coaxing her with their tender warmth. And it was all done whilst his thrusts remained slow and merciful.

Always done slowly at first, gently while letting her body get used to having so much of him inside it, the pace only picking up just before his climax.

But now it was different.

Each snap of his hip was strong, crashing with her beaten arse, shooting sweet pain throughout her body. And if that wasn't enough, the grip on her scalp remained fierce, not letting loose,

"Keep...Keep your ass up," he huffed, gripping her ass with both hands, squeezing, his nails digging into her rear as he jutted it back up.

"mmm!" though her verbal response was halfhearted, her back arched to raise her backside to him perfectly, just as he wanted.

Obediently, she did as he said, which made it all the more disheartening when she saw him pick up the belt again. For just a moment her entire body tensed, becoming stiff.

Frozen, she gasped, "Adam… please, no," she begged, tears already bubbling in her eyes as she eyed the leather piece in his grasp,

Granted she’d had a part of her enjoy the act, but it wasn’t enough for her to want to go back to it, especially not now when she was finally awarded.

The sight of it alone had her shaken, and then the instant wash of pain from before came back tenfold. The mistreated flesh of her ass wept in pain with hot throbs, the aftermath of his assault letting itself be known, not intent of being forgotten,

'Did I do something wrong?' She wondered, barely having enough strength to think back, far too engrossed on the pleasure she felt, the feeling even overpowering her aching.

"No?" He repeated in question, gliding the leather piece down the left cheek of her butt, a taunting little tap to her rump added, making her jump with a groan.

“Darlin’,” he said softly, “ One word,” he reminded her. “ With just a word you can make it stop, alright?” He told her, his lips gently pressing against hers.

" You remember it, right?" He asked her, staring down at her with half-hearted worry, his palms both lovingly pressed to her cheeks, searching for proof of hesitance in her (e/c) colored eyes.

Truth be told he was excited, but even then with the delightful thrill he’d only fantasized about until then, he didn't want to push her too far.

He didn't want to actually hurt her. It'd be his first time being so aggressive with her, and from what he summed up, she hadn't a real clue as to what it truly meant,

“Are you sure about this?” he asked yet again, “Because you don’t have to. You don't have to just to please me,” he said with an assuring smile.

And he meant it, he was happy as they were,

" You don't have to do anything to keep me, " he added chuckling as he joked with her, trying to entice a sweet smile from her to wash away the fretful seriousness that found home over her features.

Shaking her head, she smiled, stepping closer to him, her hands pressed to his chest, "I know, but it's just...

It's just, I've also wanted to," she revealed to him, " I've wanted you to..."

"To what?" He breathed, wanting to know just what she wanted, wanting to hear the words right from her pretty lips,

"Tell me, What do you want me to do to you?" He pressed on, his hands traveling up to her scalp, the pads of his fingers pressed through strands of (h/c).

"Adam," She rasped, " Can you please fuck me?" She uttered shakingly, exited.

"Fuck me roughly, "

"KItten," He purred, " You've been good, " he reassured her with the same enjoyment, glad to know she was enjoying herself, despite the teary-eyed gaze she set on him.

He continued to move his hips, never stopping. Within each hand, he grabbed an end of the belt, holding it tightly before he held it under her chin, gently pressing it against the skin.

He hesitated, his ears perked for their special word, but he didn't hear a word escape her, only the sound of her deeply inhaling through her nose.

"Good..." He muttered appraisingly, pressing a long kiss to the nape of her neck, "You're doing good," He acknowledged.

Feeding the end of the belt through the buckle and wrapping it around his hand,  he was set to properly restrain her, while the other hand was back to her side, gripping the side with claim.

As the pressure on her throat became more apparent, her brain rushed, a loud, excited cry escaping her,  

"Adam!" she cried out, the pressure on her throat making the feelings of pleasure so much more intense.

And then he pulled...

In that instant the leather snapped tight against the (s/c) colored skin,  biting into the soft flesh of her neck as it earnestly crushed her throat. Harshly, it squeezed her while the tug from his fisted, wrapped hand-pulled her head back.

A choked, guttle groan left her as he suddenly slammed his hips to her, sinking into her fully in one go and staying there, dug deep within her,

"You wanted to be fucked, right?" He taunted her, reminding her she asked for the punishment. "Just like this," He added.

A fountain rushed from her pulsing heat, soaking his throbbing cock and making a filthy mess, a barley recognizable groan of affirmation falling past her gasping, drooling, mouth.

" What a filthy whore," he grunted with feigned disgust, not truly feeling any repulsion for the woman, because if anything he couldn't be more attracted to her than he was at the moment. " You’re a filthy whore who loves getting choked, " he said with a wide grin as he tauntingly tugged on the accessory,

'of all things,' he thought to himself. ‘Of all the things you could have asked for... and actually enjoy…’

" Everyone else thinks you a sweet, innocent girl,” he reminded her, “ They all think of you as pure... when you're nothing but a slut.” he added, “ A filthy slut who likes to be choked and dominated.” he went on.

"You fucking like this, don't you?" He growled, noticing her panting and moaning getting more frantic. "You like being on a leash, right? Just like a bitch."

"Yes...yes! " she squeaked back, words struggling to form in her constricted throat, but with all the willpower she had, she answered back.

"I love it!" She cried out, "I love being your bitch!" She added desperately. " I was born to be your slutty bitch!" She said back, the words flying out of her mouth without a second thought. If it had been any other time she would have never even dreamed of uttering the words, especially not so loudly and boldly, like she had no shame.

"Ah! Adam! " She was building up, every insult he hurled at her pushing her further.

' Darlin…

Kitten…

Sweetheart…

Angel …

Love…

Sunshine…’

He had so many sweet words to address her, and yet, none felt right. With each thrust of his, she groaned out a curse, hissing at the overwhelming sensation of his brutish fucking.

"You like that, don't you, you filthy bitch," He growled, panting harshly.

"Yes!" She responded back, happily.

"You exist only to get fucked like this by me, don't you?"

"Yes! " She agreed, thrusting back, knowing she was close, "Always...Whenever...Wherever..."

He'd never seen her so sloppy, her voice uncontrolled, her body quaking harshly, unable to hold still,

"I'm...I'm going to... I..." She could barely find the words, just knowing that whatever came was going to move her entirely, hitting her hard.

' Fuck....Yes...I want to cum...I'm going to cum,' She thought with exuberance.

The belt pulled tighter, and all her air supply cutting off with that single motion of his hand. Panicking, her overworked lungs desperately ached for sweet oxygen. Meanwhile, her hands gripped the edge of the desk harder, nearly growing numb with the pressure she used,  all while sobbing joyously.

'This is the best. I can barely... barely think... hardly speak... '

"Is my bitch going to cum"? He rasped, watching her body crumble. Silently, with only the sound of gasping breaths falling past her wet lips she shook,

"(f/n)" He warned, as she was only a stray hair away from true bliss, ignoring him yet again. It was only for a moment that she registered his voice through her heavily hazed mind, but by then it was far too late,

“How unfortunate,” he said lowly, smirking darkly,  the leather slipping from his hand as he opened his fist offhandedly. Suddenly, the tension on her neck released and like a tossed doll she fell forward, landing on her face,

‘W-What? What just happened,’ she thought to herself with alarm, feeling the delicious hardness snugly fucking her suddenly slip out as well.

She then turned her head back to him, huffing heavily, her tearstained face set into a confused, bitter glare.

"Why?" She gasped, losing control of herself, crying.  "Why Adam!” she cried, “ Please! don't stop," she protested, her hips desperately dancing back to him.

"Oh darlin'," He said pouting, "Remember? I said only good girls cum, Only good girls who listen," He said while staying unmoved by her distress.

" I was good," she whined vexed. " You're just being unfair!" She said whilst her ass scooted back to him, her throbbing heat begging to be fucked properly by his cock.

"You can't stop now," She demanded, trembling.

It amazing him how bratty she became, all because she was denied.

But it wasn't his fault, he'd been fair. He'd been lenient to begin with, letting her slip up with only small reminders given in place of true punishment.

But then again, it would make sense to him how she felt entitled because perhaps she took his leniency as a sign of weakness,

'It's my fault,' He mused with enjoyment,

“Ohh,” ocelot sounded, "Did I spoil you that much?" He asked, smirking, "...So much that you think you can talk to me like that?" He asked coming closer, his hand reaching to her, ignoring the belt, and instead, grasping at her (h/c) strands.

Turning her over, he made her lay her back flat onto the desk, one hand entangled within her hair, the other gripping her neck with a fierce grip.

"Spoiled little bitch, You think you can raise your voice to me?” He asked her lowly.  

Blinking up at him with wide (e/c) colored eyes she gasped, a sweet, devious twinkle to her eye making him understand she was willing to be defiant, so long as he kept his hand wrapped around her,

'Where's my sweet little angel?' He wondered, thinking back go the sweetheart that would beg for sweet kisses, driven to bliss by tenderness instead.

Grinning he came down to mark the uncovered bits of her neck his hand wasn't coiled around, the hand tugging at her scalp letting go, falling down to her wet pussy, fingers diving into her needy cunt,

"You want to cum..." he said lowly, "I'll make you cum till you beg me to stop, " He purred, intent on showing her why he was the one in charge, no longer holding back.

Within her fuzzy mind, she couldn't be happier, knowing that when he said something, it was a promise.

...................................

Afterward, she lay motionless on the bed, her cheek snuggled onto the pillow, breathing with harsh pants blowing out of her trembling lips.

Her body was married with little bite marks, scattered here and there with the most notable bruise tattooed over her neck.

Occasional groans, so close to mewls drew from her in a way he found to be adorable, and inwardly, he fawned over them. Smiling, he combed his fingers through her messy hair, gently tugging to untangle the knotted messes that had formed during their sinful play.

“Was I too much?” He asked, chuckling at how spent she was.

With a declining nod, she stared at him from the corner of her eye, almost too tired to keep her eyes open. Pressing his lips tenderly at her hairline he continued to smile, lovingly and with complete adoration.

"You need to get up," he said in her ear,  his hand gently trailed up her thigh, stopping at her bum.  

He kneaded the flesh with a caring hand, hearing her sigh happily, her arms wrapped around the pillow even more, cuddling into it.

" I can't move," she said breathlessly, her legs rubbing each other.

"I know, " he mused, "But I think a nice warm shower will do you well, " He offered, putting out his hand for her to take,

"What do you say darlin'... Join me?" He added, and soon after, her hand was placed over his, eager to join him in the warm soak.

[tastingmellow]

Hands Off

A/N: So...I wanted Nomad/Bearded Steve but you know...I want boss man Steve too so this is what you’re getting! Also, the gif I’m using? SOAKING. Excuse my mistakes, btw.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black!Reader

Summary: You can’t keep your hands to yourself ,nor can you keep your attitude at bay, and it’s ticking Steve off.

Warnings: BIIIIITCH...Smutty smut. Also, semi-angry Steve. DD/LG undertones. Fuck, my ovaries.

Word Count: Stop harassing me 🥺

You were tired, horny, and irritated. You had attended this gala with Steve in hopes of getting to know his co-workers better. That was a mistake. Granted, there was a great deal of diversity because it was Steve’s company but the partnering companies’ employees? White as the eye could see. They were annoying, their wives constantly asking to touch your hair, the men annoyingly congratulating Steve on “getting some chocolate in his swirl”.

Steve always shut down the comments but it never failed to tick you off. He could tell too. “We’re leaving soon, darling.” He spoke quietly in your ear and you shivered at the feeling of his beard rubbing against the skin on your neck. You sighed softly and leaned into his side. He chuckled softly and continued half-listening to one of his more bearable partners. He’d always told you that he could easily stop the partnerships but you constantly shut him down by saying “What better way to take down the man then from the inside?” You’re regretting that choice now.

You hummed softly to yourself, the champagne you had been drinking finally giving you some sort of buzz. You whines under your breath and Steve looked down, raising an eyebrow. “You alright, pretty girl?” He spoke and you nodded. “I’m fine.” You gave him a lazy smile before slipping your hand into his suit jacket, rubbing over his firm chest. He chuckled and grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Keep your hands to yourself, beautiful. Don’t want you to get in trouble, do we?”

You whined a bit louder and licked your glossed lips. “You’re just so damn handsome, Stevie.” You mumbled and Steve chuckled. He leaned down to your ear, squeezing your waist lightly. Not enough to hurt, just enough to tell you was serious. “Don’t push me, darlin’. Cut it out.” His beard rubbed over your skin and you softly whimpered before shifting on your feet. You looked up at him, defiance in your eyes. “You’re sexy when you’re mad.” You bit your lip and trailed your finger down his chest.

He lightly grabbed your wrist, warning in his eyes. You opened your mouth to speak before cut off by an older white man. “Steven! I see you’ve brought your beautiful wife. How’s the dark side treating you?” Your eye twitched at this walking sack of sweats comparison of your skin to “the dark side”. You looked at the woman on his arm, a tall blonde that was young enough to be his grandchild.

Steve sneered before taking a deep breath. “I’d prefer if you didn’t refer to my wife and her race as ‘the dark side’.” He spoke with a tight smile and the man smacked his lips. “Ahhh, all you young ones wanna be so politically correct. Sorry.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as the man continues to talk about his...adventures. You glanced over at his date again, noticing her eyeing you.

“Well!” You spoke, interrupting the man’s long ass story. “Steve and I should probably go have our seats.” You pulled Steve away with a polite wave before rolling your eyes. “Now I remember why I don’t come to these things.” You rolled your eyes and Steve squeezed your shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey. You go through this every time.” You shrugged. “Not the worst experience.”

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The gala was dragging and you’d been attempting to at least get a buzz to make the event more tolerant. Steve seemed not to be as bothered but he could tell by your fidgeting and eye rolls that you were ready to go. “We’ll be leaving soon, honey.” You looked up at him, rolling your eyes. “Really? Because you said that thirty minutes ago.”

The sass in your voice was due to the alcohol you had been downing all night. You weren’t drunk, just tipsy enough to throw all moderation of your emotions out the window. Steve’s eyebrow raised before he bit the inside of his cheek. “I’m sure you’re ready to go, doll. But don’t let that attitude get your ass in trouble.” You rolled your eyes and slouched in your seat.

Thankfully the people you were sitting with weren’t paying you any mind. Steve sat up and reached out, sliding his hand into your hair from the back of your neck before gripping your curls just tight enough to have you let out a small whimper. His mouth was right next to ear and you could feel his breath on your neck. You shifted, squeezing your thighs together.

“I already told you don’t try me. You’ve got one more fucking time to get flip with me and I’m taking your ass over my name in front of all these drunkards and spanking you raw.” He spoke in a hushed tone, he let go of your hair and adjusted his jacket before resting his arm over the back of your seat. You cleared your throat, blinking while biting your lip.

You looked up at Steve and he grinned at you like nothing happened. You lightly bit your lip before looking down at your plate of food...contemplating if you wanna try him again. Probably wasn’t the best idea to make that decision with liquor in your system.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Is that alright with you or do I need to announce so I won’t be ‘trying you’?” You spoke before you could register what you were saying. You regretted as soon as you said it and opened your mouth to apologize but Steve nodded, an incredulous smile on his face.

“Get up.” He stood to his feet and buttoned up his jacket. You looked up at him. “But—“ you were cut off by the stern look he gave you. You stood to your feet and politely excused yourself before walking out of the large ballroom. Once you and Steve were in the hallway he gripped your arm and pulled you towards the women’s restroom.

He pushed the door open, groaning as he saw the multiple stalls. “Fuck it.” He stuck the door stopper into the space between the bottoms of the door and the floor while it was closed and turned towards you. “Why do you enjoy testing my patience, Princess?” You opened your mouth to speak but a squeal escaped your mouth when Steve’s hand gripped at your throat.

“Answer me.” He spoke again. You shifted on your feet, your bottom lip shaking. “I just wanted to go home, Stevie.” Steve leaned his head back before shaking his head. “Oh, no, baby. You don’t get to call me Stevie. What’s my name?” You looked at him, biting your lip at his darkened eyes and blown pupils. His hold on your neck tightened just the littlest bit and you gripped his wrist. “I’m not gonna ask you again, doll face.”

“Daddy! It’s Daddy.” You exclaimed and Steve nodded. “That’s right. And you know what happens when you disobey Daddy and act like a brat.” You shook your head and Steve gave you a pitying pout. He moved some of your curls from your face before rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “Kneel.”

You stared for a moment before lowering yourself. There were very rare times where Steve was dominant or rough with you but when he was? It drove you crazy.

You were cut off from your thoughts by the sound of your husband’s zipper coming down. You looked up at his hands, your own hands gripping at your dress. You lightly bit your lip watching his dick flop out of his briefs. It barely missed your nose. You looked up at him and licked your lips. He stroked your head before tangling his fingers in your hair.

He grabbed the base of his dick and lightly tapped it against your lips. “Open up.” He cooed and your lips parted before your tongue slid over his red tip. He hummed lightly as you took him in your mouth inch by inch, your tongue feeling so warm and inviting. You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing his head lull back when you reached his base.

“Good girl, breathe through your nose for me.” He slowly moved his hips, giving shallow thrusts into your throat. Your pussy was already slick from his aggressive behavior before but now it was basically a slip and slide, your secretions pooling into your panties.

Steve groaned above you his thrusts beginning to get a bit more rough with his thrusting. He looked down at you, both his hands tangling in your hair as he pushed in deeper. You gagged lightly and that only spurred Steve on. His lip was caught between his teeth and his breathing became harsher. “Fuck, Doll Face. You look so pretty with Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

You hummed around him, swallowing his length. He slowly pulled out from your mouth, huffing as he pulled you to your feet. Before you could say anything he pressed your face against the wall, bunching your dress up to your waist. You whined and arched your back, biting your lip.

“What is it? You Daddy’s cock buried inside you, huh?” Steve spoke hotly over your ear and you nodded. Steve chuckled and smacked your ass, leaving a delightful sting on your skin. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Daddy. I want you deep in my pussy. Please.” You whined out and Steve growled, ripping the flimsy thong from your body. You gasped lightly as he rubbed his tip over your pussy. You pushed back against him and smacked your ass again, causing you to squeal. “Cut that shit out. You wanna act like brat, I’m gonna treat you like one. Beg.”

You whined, your lips curling into a grimace as he rubbed his length over your swollen pussy lips. “Please, Daddy. I’ll be good. I won’t complain. I won’t disobey you. I need you, Daddy.” You pouted and and Steve chuckled, pressing his face into your neck. His fingers glided over your clit as he continued to rub his cock over your folds. “Daddy, please!” You called out louder and Steve hummed, kissing your neck.

You opened your mouth to beg again but you were cut off by Steve pushing his tip into your soaking entrance. Your head leaned back and your back arched more as Steve leaned back, pushing his cock in deeper, inch by inch. You hummed, happy to finally get what you wanted. Steve’s hands gripped your waist as he slammed the rest of length into you.

You gasped loudly, your nails scratching against the wall. Steve tugged down the front of your dress, exposing your breasts. His hands reached up to caress them, his face finding its way back your neck. His thrusts were slow, calculated as he rolled his hips into your core. Each stroke was deep and hit a new spot with every push in.

Your moans bounced off the walls as Steve’s lips and tongue caressed your neck, leaving dark bruises in their wake. Your hands laid over his as tweaked your nipples, tugging and pinching them. “You gonna listen to Daddy next time, Baby Doll?” You nodded, your eyes closed as you relished in the way he was making your body feel.

He gave you a hard thrust, sending you firmly against the wall with a yelp. “Words.” He growled into your ear. “I’ll listen to you next time, Daddy...” you murmured. Steve sat up, you immediately missed his body heat. Your soft moans turned into loud, strenuous ones as he sped up. His hips slamming into your ass. His hands gripped your waist tightly as he set a punishing pace.

“Yes, don’t stop!” You yelled out and Steve pulled you off the wall, pressing you into the sink countertop. Your hands rested against the cool counter, your eyes meeting your reflection in the mirror. Steve grabbed your throat, his teeth meeting your neck again as his eyes met your in the mirror.

He slammed into you over and over again, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filling the air around you. You clenched around him and he went impossibly harder, grunting in your ear as his beard scratched the skin of your shoulder and neck. “You better not fucking cum, hold it.” He spoke and you whined, letting your head dropped as you continued to clench around him.

“Daddy, please. I need to cum.” You spoke and Steve pulled out, turning you around and lifting you onto the countertop. He entered you again, setting the same brutal pace. He wrapped your legs around his waist, letting your heels dig into his ass to get him deeper. He leaned down, sucking at your breasts while your hands ran through his dirty blonde hair.

You clenched around him again and Steve sat up, pressing his forehead against yours. His breath fanned over your face as pressed sloppy, wet kisses against your lips. “You wanna cum? Wanna soak daddy’s dick with it?” You hummed, eyes rolling back as few tears slipped out. “Oh, please. I can’t hold it.”

Steve nodded and kissed you, his tongue rubbing winsh yours. “Cum.” He mumbled and that one word sent you over the edge. You came with a shout, your body shaking, muscles tensing, and your nails digging into his sides.

Steve followed suit, cumming in you with an animalistic growl. He gave a few more shallow thrusts before pulling out. His head rested on your shoulder while yours rested against the mirror. The two of you panted, holding each other close. “I’m sorry, Stevie. I was being a brat.”

Steve sighed and sat up, pressing his lips against your softly. His thumbs rubbed against your cheeks as he kissed you slowly, passionately. When he pulled away a smile crossed spread over his face. “No, no. It’s alright, Princess. I should’ve left when I said we would. I knew how tired you were and I just thought you could stick it out a little longer.”

You giggled as he kissed your forehead, kissing your cheeks. “It’s okay, Daddy. Besides, we hadn’t done anything in a while. I think this was a great way to ignite that fire again.”

Steve looked at you. Your breasts were out, mascara slightly staining your cheeks, your pussy swollen with his cum leaking from it. He bit his lip. “You’re right, doll. What would you say to me giving you...a baby?” He looked at you expectantly. You thought for a moment. You and Steve were both in a good place in work, you were financially stable, you loved each other more than words could express. “I’d say...you got any names in mind?”

Steve grinned and hugged you tight to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his fuzzy cheek. “You’re incredible, Princess.”

“You’re outstanding, Daddy.”

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[clapclaphoney]

Heat

Reblogging yet another little something because I can’t write at the moment for whatever reason keeps me from it, but I figured since its sin week, I at least try and make it look like I wrote something XD 

Aren't I a busy bee. lol

We barely make it through the door before we are all over us. Pushing, pulling, sucking at each other as if we were to die the second we let go.

I am slammed to the wall next to the entrance. Both of my hands are up in Rayan’s hair messing it up, waving and combing it through my fingers, while my back is pushed into the cold concrete wall. It almost hurts but all I care right now is the man that I am madly in love with is kissing me, is pulling me, is devouring me.

The way he growls low, against my lips, vibrates and reverberates, makes the heat that pounds low in my core grow infinite. I passionately grip his hair tighter, moan against his lips as his hands squeeze my butt hungrily. I myself pull him harder against me. I can feel how much exactly he wants me, his hard manhood, still locked up in his pants, is begging to be freed and I am in no position to deny him his freedom.

I moan again as his leg presses mine apart, while I feverishly try to get rid of his jacket. With his help, the blazer finds quickly its place on the floor, followed by the matching west. Our breath gets fitful as we finally have our hands on each other again. His hands are everywhere. He roams under my large wool sweater, squeezing my breast, my ass, the skin of my hip.

I have to get rid of my knitted top. Now! Immediately! Rayan seems to think the same as he grabs the hem of it and drags it over my head.

My lips miss him the moment we part and appear to rejoice when we find each other again. I jump on him, wrap my legs around him tightly, as he simultaneously lifts me up.

I might go insane after all. His hard dick presses mercilessly against my throbbing center, and I can tell without even touching that I am soaking wet. I can’t help but roll my hips at this sensation which grants me a hoarse moan from him.

I am put down on a table or a bench. I don’t know, I don’t care.

All my thoughts are about, sex, sex, and sex! I get goosebumps as I greedily dig my fingernails into the fabric of his pants, pulling him even closer. I need friction! And I get it. His rocking almost causes me to pass out.

His hand dances over the lace of my bra, while the other in the back opens effortlessly the hook. With one swift move, my bra is on the floor. He leans closer kissing and licking a trail from my mouth down to my right breast, while the other one is teased and twisted with one of his big hands.

I throw my head backward. I can more feel than see the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth, as he brushes with the other hand over my thigh, higher and higher until he almost reaches my core. But there he stops, drawing lazy circles into the fabric of my leggings, right before the goal.

I growl unhappily while I open my legs a bit wider and push my hips forward. But he just rests his hand where it is, frustrating close to my hot center. I look up again. His eyes fixed on me, a carnivore smile on his lips.

I bite my bottom lip, I swear to god this man takes my sanity. He is so sexy, if he would just touch me there I would come for sure. But for the looks of it, he seems to enjoy seeing me being tortured like that, but two can play this game.

I start to unbutton his shirt, slowly. One single finger trailing lazily from his collarbone over his breast, down his muscular stomach. The few dark hairs that are growing hidden from his pants up to his bellybutton make him even sexier. How can a single person combine divine looks and brains like him?

I bite down my bottom lip again, as my finger hooks in one of the belt loops in front. I pull him closer again. Kiss him ardently while my fingers expertly open his belt, the button and the zipper of his pants. I feel him sigh as I pull them down with one jerk.

His manhood unfolds, nearly free, just the very tip peeking out of his underwear in anticipation. He shivers noticeably against me as one of my fingernails trails down the hem of his boxer shorts.

He leans in, his head on my shoulder as I get into the light fabric, dancing with my fingers up and down his hip and thigh. Careful not to touch his member. He moans while biting into the soft flesh of my shoulder. “You’re…Ahhh..such a tease!” I laugh knowingly. He’s one to talk.

Stepping out of the mountain that formed to his feet he pulls me off the surface and carries me away. My legs are once again tightly wrapped around his hips, my arms wrapped around his neck.  

I am laid down into a sea of gray silk, soft and inviting. Rayan is hovering over me, kissing me passionately while my legs press him harder against me. I need this so bad. The feeling of me wanting sex, tenfolds the one I had a few minutes ago. I can’t wait any longer.

I pant between our hot kisses, as he finally grabs the elastic hem of my leggings and pulls it down, getting off the bed while doing so. The leggings fly in a high bow down to the floor, a fate that they share with all the other garments.

My eyes observe him as he walks around the bed to the other side, opens the drawer of his commode and takes out a small package. He throws the content to the pillows and takes off his unbuttoned shirt and the underwear.

I can help but smile by the way his eyes roam over my body, his eyes clearly shadowed with desire. I guess mine exhibit the same desire as I sit up and meet him halfway on my knees. I finally have full excess to his upper body. I kiss my way down his stomach but get pushed back into the sheets.

His fingers trail slowly between my legs and rub lazily over my panties, as we kiss feverishly.

He’s teasing me again. I want him so much that I can’t even form a coherent sentence. “Rah..yan!” He chuckles lowly at my panting, bitting my nipple. “Say that again!” “Ahh…Rah-yan.” He growls, his chest vibrates with the deep sound.

Every inch of bare skin he touches is on fire. My thighs shake as he lastly rips off my panties and slides one finger down my fold. I gasp and arch my back as his finger pumps inside of me.

He bites my throat and groans as I reach for his thick length, entering another finger. I am so close, so close, that I clench his member hard, which only leads him to pump in and out of me more furiously.

“Ahhh… RayaHHn I’m comAhh!” My eyes flutter shut while the heat assembles in my core. I can feel every muscle in my upper body tensing with incredible speed as my hips instinctively buck up at the sensation.

I stroke his thick length up and down. His member the only thing that keeps me from losing myself completely. His lips are hot on mine as our tongues dance again, uncontrolled and wild.

My muffled moans melt with his as I totally come apart underneath him. The waves of my lust wash over me while we feverishly kiss, again and again.

Our breaths are stagger as we finally pull apart. I am sweaty, breathless and so, so desperate for a next round. All I want to is to feel him inside of me, ripping me apart, entirely.

I open my eyes and fall all over for him again, his possessive smile and the hot burning desire in his bright eyes makes me want to have him even more.

“You have no idea how long I wanted this..” He whispers huskily nibbling at my bottom lip. “You have no idea how fucking alluring you are!” I wrap my arms around his neck and spin us around, toping him with my knees on either side of him.

I take a condom out of the package and put it in my mouth, sliding slowly down his legs to get better excess to his dick. Man, he is impressive, now that I have a better look. I take it in one hand and glide slowly from top to bottom, my fist tightly around him, all while I look him seductively in the eyes. My mouth glides over his thickness, wrapping him in the condom expertly.

I come up again, temptingly biting my bottom lip, “No I don’t. But you can show me.” He growls full of raw lust and spins us around again.

[girlbabyvelez]

Hasta La Muerte // Chapter Three

Warning: Lmao this is smut. all of it. 

Word Count: 1.5k

Introduction / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four

His head dipped down to place a light peck on your neck, the hair that fell over at his movement tickled your neck. He felt you shiver underneath him, his grip pulling you closer. He smirked, the light becoming an open mouth kiss until he was sucking that same spot. You let out a sigh at his action, moving your head to the side to give him better access.

“What were you saying mamacita?” He asks as he hears your sigh. He pulled himself away from your neck and pushed himself away from you. You groan, turning on your heel to face him. You both could see the lusts in each other’s eyes.

“I could do better,” You responded. You weren’t going to give in easily, you knew that’s what he wanted.

“Show me,” He whispers, a smirk across his face calling your bluff. You shrug your shoulders at him before unbuttoning your blouse. His eyes traveled down to your chest as he did so, the shirt barely hanging off your shoulders and the only thing in the way of him seeing your breasts was your lace bra. You smirked at him, watching his reaction as you slowly slipped your blouse off your shoulders and let it hit the ground. Your hands ran up your stomach and ran it over your covered breasts. He groaned at your actions, he wanted you naked, underneath him and screaming his name. You reach your hands behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra, but his hand reached out and stopped you.

“No.” He told you. He took a step closer, pressing his body to yours, your chests touching. He licked his lips as he looked down at your chest before looking back into your eyes. “Let’s go to your room.” He whispers. You nod moving your arms from your back towards his wrists. You guide him to your room. And once you were in there, he pressed his lips to yours. He grabbed onto your hips as he was doing so, pushing you backwards until the two of you fell back onto your bed. He pulled away, grabbing the back of his shirt and slipping it off. You watched as his muscles seemed to flex at his movements, you looked down his chest wanting to kiss down it. He picked you up and moved you closer to the head of the bed, you opened your legs allowing him to place his hips between them. You place a hand on his neck, pulling him down towards you. Your lips met once again this time you ran your tongue over his bottom lip and he let you in. Your tongue seemed to clash as the two of them fought for dominance, you pulled your tongue back and let his explore your mouth. He pulled away from you, the both of you guys breathing heavily. He dipped his head down, placing open mouth kisses along your jawline and around your neck.

“Chris,” You moaned as he began to suck on your neck, tongue running over the spot while doing so. Your hand ran up his back and neck, tangling in his hair. He continued to place kisses down your neck and along your chest above your bra.

“Sit up.” He ordered, pulling his body away from yours. You almost groaned at the loss of contact but you did what he said. He wrapped his arm around your back and undid your bra, pulling it off you arms and pushed you back into your position. He stared at your chest, taking in the beauty of your breasts, but he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth. He flicked his tongue over your nipple while one of his hands played with the other one. He pulled away and began moved his kisses down your stomach until he landed right above your jeans. He sat up and undid the button and zipper on your jeans, he slowly pulled them down.

You wanted to rip them off but he was taking his sweet time, eyes trailing from your stomach down to your thighs. He placed both of his hands on your thighs, looking back up at you. You nodded your head at him as you opened them for him. You wore lace underwear and he could see your wetness through them. He leaned down, pushing your underwear aside and running a finger through your folds. You let out a light moan at his actions.

“Damn baby, you’re wet,” He commented. He pulled his hand away and you wanted to whimper.  You wanted him, you wanted him more than you have ever wanted anything.

“Chris please,” You begged. He obliged, placing his mouth down, he ran his tongue over your clit, slow and teasing. Your hands somehow found themselves back in his hair, tugging at it gently to let him know you needed more. He slipped one long finger into you, pulling in and out slowly. And you groaned.

“Stop teasing papi,” You told him. You were almost breathless because of him. He knew what he was doing to you and you couldn’t hide it. He inserts another finger at the name, and picks up his pace, flicking his tongue over your clit more often. He couldn’t wait either. At this point he just wanted to be inside you, he wanted to fill you up. Your thighs seemed to tighten around him as you neared your release. He was fueled by your moans and the raising of your hips as you tried to get more, and he did so, finally inserting a third finger into you and working you to your orgasm.

You laid breathless, Chris slipping off your underwear as you tried to catch your breath. Chris peered up at you and slowly crawled back up to you. You could taste yourself as he placed his lips on yours. He pulled away, you could feel his bulge through his pants and against your crotch. You moved your hands down his chest and unbuttoned his jeans, and he kicked them off. When he was back on top of you, you wrapped your legs around his waist and flipped him over.

“Your turn,” You whisper. You avoid his lips and pepper kisses along his jawline. Chris laid back and let you do your work. You sucked on the different parts of his neck, and biting each one. You wanted to mark him, make sure he never forgot the first time. You stopped for a second, admiring the tattoo on his chest. You traced your finger over it before placing a light kiss on it. He watched as you did so, he almost melted at your action. You placed kisses along his chest, moving down, your fingers slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers, ready to pull it down.

“Baby,” He called you, he leaned up on his elbow but his free hand came up to place on your chin. You looked up at him, wide eyes full of lust, he shook his head. “Tonight is about you,” He told you. You didn’t move, grabbing his finger that was on your chin and licking up the side of it, keeping your eyes trained on him. He leaned down, picking you up and flipping you over. He got off the bed, walking over to his jeans and grabbing a condom from his wallet. You watched as he slipped his boxers off and slip the condom on. He smirked over at you, kneeling on the bed and laying his body over yours. He placed a kiss on your lips, his eyes asking for permission which you once again granted. He positioned himself at your entrance, pushing himself in. You let out a gasp at him, gripping on his shoulder.

“Mamita,” He moaned into your ear. “You feel so fucking good.” He placed his head in the crook of your neck, sucking as he fastened his pace. Your nails dug into his back as he did so, letting moans fall from your mouth.

“Faster papi,” You ordered. He slipped on hand down, one finger playing with your clit as he pumped himself in and out of you faster.. “Fuck,” You slip out of your mouth.

“You like that mami?” He asks you. You nod and he raises his head. You were getting close and he knew it. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he went deeper. He seemed to fill you perfectly.

“Chris!” You screamed, he looked down at you, watching as you writhed underneath him. You eyes were shut as you neared your climax.

“Look at me,” He ordered.  You opened your eyes immediately finding his brown ones. You rolled his hips against his as he seemed to push deeper and hit your spot. You let another moan at his actions, feeling your orgasm wash over you.You both kept each other gazes as you came and he felt your walls clench around him. A moan and a string of curses left his lips as he came after you. Your legs were trembling from your two orgasms and you dropped them from his waist, he pulled himself out of you and discarded his condom. He flopped over on the other side of the bed, arm outstretched towards you, inviting you to rest your head on his chest. You did so, rolling over towards him, an arm sprawled across his chest while his arm traced patterns over your shoulder, the both of you in silence until you fell asleep.

Author’s Note: Okay soo shoutout to @cloudfiveclub @spider-zab @lovingonzabdi for helping me and giving me feedback 💖 you guys are real ones for helping so thank you my angel babies.

Chapter Four

Taglist: @ourkarlanicoleuniverse @niallisworld @multi-fandomgoddess

[misssquishy]

an old fanfiction that I wrote when I was 16.

So I wrote this about three or four years now, and I forgot about it until now. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, my grammar is terrible and I want to share this gross shit. starring two of my OC's Red and Aaron, I didn't know what I wanted to do with the characters at the time but I made it anyway, If you want part two of this just asked, I still have it, enjoy.

Nsfw 18+ oral/ language/ gay shit

Red "OK, which one Steven Universe or Family Guy" Red said holding up two DVDs.

Aaron " I don't care" Aaron replied flopping on the couch, it's been a year since they hang out before Red got married they just didn't care about each other the only reason that they know each other because they dated the same girl (Jessica) and they will always fight for her affection. But tonight they were friends, drinking beer, watch TV and get high like the good old days before the money, fame and the fans.

Aaron "WHY WON'T IT STOP" Aaron scream in his head trying to hide the pain.

Red "dude are you okay?"

Aaron "y... yeah, yeah why you ask?"

Red "because it look like you're about to rip the material out of your pants" Red pointed at Aaron's hand that was gripping his jeans.

Aaron "oh I'm fine"Aaron replied

Red "are you sure we can st..?"

Aaron "I SAID!...I'm fine" Red knew something was wrong but he left it alone he didn't want Aaron to get mad, Red start over the few seconds of the show that they missed by talking. An episode went by and it didn't take long for Red to notice Aaron leg was shaking.

Red "do you feel ok?"

Aaron "I think, i'm just going to take a walk" Aaron jumping up and scaring Red, Aaron walked to the door slipping on his shoes and grabbing his jacket, Red did the same thing also while following him.

Red "wait let me come with you, I don't want you to get robbed" Aaron stopped slowly turned around and looked at Red.

Aaron "first of all, I don't need a babysitter and second, who the FUCK! is going to rob me, you live in the middle of BUTTFUCK! nowhere surrounded by trees and shit, who the hell I'm i going to get robbed by, Bambi?" Red looked at Aaron and just sighed. Aaron and Red walked outside to their surprise the sky was red.

Red "hey a Blood Moon cool" Red look up at the sky then he looked at Aaron, Aaron face had the look of pain and disgust.

Red "Aaron, are you okay?" Red said reaching his hand out trying to touch Aaron shoulder, before he was able to touch him Aaron ran back inside, red try to keep up with Aaron speed but he was no match for him.

Red "Aaron, what's going on?" Red said out of breath. Red found Aaron in the living room pacing and mumbling to himself, Red walked over to Aaron trying to calm him down but Aaron pushed him away.

Red "Aaron calm down" Red walked over to Aaron once again successfully placing a hand on Aaron's arm but once again Aaron pushed him away harder this time, Aaron pushed Red into the couch making it slide back a little Red grabbed his side in pain.

Red " WHAT THE FUCK!" Red was about to get up and punch Aaron in the face but when Red looked at Aaron he froze, Aaron eyes was glowing yellow.

Red "Aaron, please tell me what's going on" when Aaron saw what he had done he smiled. Aaron grabbed Red by the collar and slammed him against the wall knocking down things off the shelf and picture frames off the wall Aaron and Red eyes met one another.

Red "let me call Jessica maybe, she can calm you da"

Aaron "SHUT UP!" Aaron said cutting off Red sentence.

Red "what?"

Aaron "shut your dumb fucking mouth for once " Aaron let go of Red shirt and backed up.

Aaron "I'm sorry, just don't call Jessica she don't need to see me like this " Red walked to Aaron solely.

Red "you need help".

Aaron "ha, HAHA!".

Red " why are you?"

Aaron "haha you, you think she can help me" Aaron said with a Devil's smile, Aaron walked to Red and smiling.

Aaron "the only one can help me is you, Reddrick".

Red " what do you mean?" Aaron push Red against the wall and kissed him, Red pushed Aaron away from him in disgust.

Red "WHAT THE HELL, AARON!" Red screamed at Aaron

Aaron "I'm sorry it's the blood moon" Aaron said backing away from Red.

Red "what?" Aaron grab Red once again his eyes glowing yellow and staring into Red's eyes, Aaron then whispered into Red's ear.

Aaron "I mean I'm going fucking crazy"

Aaron "when a blood moon rises i became an animal" Aaron said without breaking his smile.

Aaron "I became a horny dog in heat" Red remember that Aaron was a werewolf but he didn't say anything about this. Aaron begin to slide his hand up Red's jacket. Red pushed Aaron hand away in anger.

Red "Aaron i'm married now i am not doing that again with you"

Aaron "you think i want to do this, I CAN'T CONTROL IT!"

Aaron "please I need you" Aaron sighed while kissing Red on the check.

Aaron "please....please Reddrick" if Red say no, Aaron will go out and kill someone but if he go through with this he risk his marriage.

Red "I'll....god damn it...I'll do it" whit out hesitation Aaron kissed Red lap's, feeling the old familiar lip's that Red had forgotten, Red slip his tongue into Aaron mouth feeling there own warm saliva run down there chen's. the boys pull away from each other panting.

Red "I forgot how good that felt" Red said while wiping the spit off of his face and Breathing heavily.

Aaron "I remember you being a terrible kisser I guess all the months eating out your wife really paid off, huh?" Aaron said with heavy breaths.

Red " will I remember you being a dick about it" The boys looked at one another then laughed in unison. The laughter quickly decrease when Aaron grabbed a fistful of his hair and start wincing in pain, Aaron crouched on the floor and a painful sigh left his mouth. Red walked over to comfort Aaron pulling his hands away from his head and holding them in his own hands, Aaron looked that Red with the same glowing yellow eyes.

Red "I'm really going through with this" Red sighed. Red lift up Aaron off of the floor entwine his fingers with Aaron's and slowly walking him to the stairs.

Aaron "What are you doing?"

Red "We're going upstairs, i'm not fucking you on my couch" as they began to walk up stairs. Red smile he know what was about to come and he couldn't wait. Memories started to overflow Red's mine. Red reminisce of moments Aaron and him shared the hate sex was glorious. Red pushed Aaron into the room closing the door behind them and rushing over to close the blinds.

Aaron "what the hell are you closing the curtains for? your neighbor lives a mile away from you" Aaron asked confusingly

Red "the old woman like the all seeing eye" Red jokingly explained then Red stopped dead in his tracks and realized something.

Red "hey, my marriage is on the line so if anyone find out about this"

Aaron "No one will know" Aaron said cutting Red off and pulled Red closer to him.

Aaron "Now, can we please just fuck?" Red pushed his lips against Aaron's and slowly unzipping his jacket and Aaron did the same with his own. Without breaking the kiss Red took off his shoes kicking them to the side Aaron soon followed doing the same thing with his own, Aaron then grab Red's hips and pulling him closer to his crotch, grinding against Aaron's bulge. The feeling of his jeans was uncomfortable to Red, he can feel his erection scrape against his zipper. Red pulled Aaron away and then sat down on the bed.

Aaron "what's wrong?"

Red "it's nothing i just, i want to cum Inside you not in my pants" Red took off his shirt then he pat the bed gesturing Aaron to sit next to him to him. Aaron got closer to Red but he didn't sit on the bed, instead he crouched down between Red's legs feeling the outline of Red's bulge.

Aaron "take them off" Aaron demanded. Eagerly Red stood up and pulled down his pants, as soon as Red pulled down his boxers his dick popped out his boxers and hit Aaron in the face.

Red "sorry" It didn't seem to faze Aaron, Aaron got right back into position and opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue gesturing he wants to take in Red. Realize what Aaron wanted Red shoved his dick into Aaron's mouth, Aaron gagged on Red's cock feeling him hit the back of his throat but Aaron didn't care, he needed it this, he wanted this.

Red "that AMMM!, that's my good puppy" Red moan while he fumbled with Aaron's hair. That nickname, that damn nickname "Puppy" was the name that Red give Aaron when he found out that Aaron was a werewolf. Aaron love when Red called him that, when Red called Aaron Puppy he got excited. Aaron started to squeeze his own bulge softly, Aaron moan around Red's cock pulling it in and out of his mouth, licking the tip and slowly licking downward to Red's balls and gently sucked on them, that cause Red to moan. Red missed Aaron warm mouth, everytime Aaron looked up at Red, he just smiles. Red gasp when Aaron took his cock and balls in his mouth, Red threw his head back and his loud moans echo through the room.

Red "FUCCCK!" Feeling like he was about to blow, Red pulled out of Aaron's mouth. Red grant Aaron by his hair and pulled him into a kiss, tasting his own salty pre Red then whispered into Aaron's ear.

Red "take off your clothes and get your ass on the bed" Aaron knotted taking off his clothes and hopping on the bed, taking off his boxers Red climbed on top of Aaron. Feeling Aaron soft warm skin with his fingertips Red rubbed his hand over Aaron's chest moving his hand slowly down and gripping Aaron's tip. A soft whimper escape from Aaron's mouth, small touches begin to turn into full strokes Aaron's moans filled the room that inspire Red to move his hand faster, Red's hand was quickly covered by Aaron's precum.

Aaron "Red AHhnn!, Reddrick stop I can't take anymo..ANH!" Red grip the tip of Aaron's cock making Aaron scream. Aaron shuddered from the feeling of Red's fingernails digging into his tip, the feeling of pain shot up Aaron's spin that caused him to orgasm cuming into Red's hand.

Aaron "i..i..hate you" Aaron said with a shaky voice

Red "you're the one that wanted this" Aaron smirked, Red was right Aaron did wanted this, that's why Aaron grabbed Red's hand that was covered in his cum and began to lick it.

Red "ha, you are so gross" Red said while Aaron stared into Red's eyes as Aaron licked up and down Red's palm and between his fingers. Red phone started to ring pulling both of the boys out of they trance, Aaron let out a deep sigh.

Red "shit, it's my wife"

Aaron "You better not answer that" to Aaron dismay Red picked up the phone he was hesitant it at first, he turned to look at a pissed off Aaron.

Red "hey Allison, how's the trip?" Red answer the phone trying to sound happy. Allison is Red wife, they married for about four months now, everyone thought they made a cute couple. Allison went back to Wales to visit family for a few weeks.

Allison "it's going great"

Red "that's good"

Aaron "are fucking serious?" Aaron whisperedm

Red "shut up"

Red "sorry, Aaron is being a cunt" Red said to is wife. Aaron got impatient, he didn't want to wait. Aaron jumped on Red started to grind on him. Red moaned in to the phone, realizing what he had done he covered his mouth. Aaron spit in to his hand and started rubb it on Red's dick.

Red "stop it"

Allison "are you okay?"

Aaron " hi Allison, your husband is being a pussy" Aaron said while stroking Red's cock. Aaron placed Red cock that his entrance and slowly put it inside of him, both boys moaned in unison.

Red " I have to call yo...you back" Red hanged up the phone his mind filled with regret and betrayal he is betraying his wife but Red couldn't help but moan as Aaron tighten around his cock, short and sharp moans left Red body as Aaron ride him.

Red "this is bad" Red moaned

Aaron "hush, you know you want me" Aaron kissed Red deepening there embrace, Aaron moaned as the feeling of Red's cock hit his sweet spot and stretching his hole. Red grabbed Aaron's hips and shoving him all the way down on his cock, a shriek escape from Aaron's mouth. Aaron sucked on Red nipples that cause to Red quicken his pace as Aaron tightening around him.

Aaron "am i tighter than your wife?" Aaron moaned. Red nodded an response' Red rubbed both of his thumbs on Aaron's nipples and pinching them, Aaron started to jack off rubbing up and down his cock while moaning Red's name.

Red "I don't no ho..how long I can la..last. Red moaned.

Aaron "FILL ME UP WITH YOUR CUM!" Aaron screamed, Red came filling Aaron with his seeds followed by Aaron's own orgasm that drench his hand and covered Red's chest.

Aaron "well that was fun" Aaron moaned, Aaron licked Red's chest that was covered in his cum. Red pushed Aaron away, he hated hisself all he can think about was his wife crying, his face quickly fill regret and Aaron noticed. Aaron wrapped his arms around Red laying on his chest.

Aaron "I'm sorry if your marriage go to shit, you can blame me"

Red "you're damn right!" Red chuckled, Aaron ran his fingers through Red's hair. Feeling Aaron's warm embrace Red started to ease up, feeling Aaron's hot body on his made Red happy but that ended when Red heard soft snores from Aaron.

Red "HEY!, get off of me" Red said while shaking Aaron. Aaron popped out of his quick swamper and stared that Red.

Aaron "I missed you" Aaron drifted back into sleep and once again Red try to wake him up but Red stop and smile, he can't deny that did miss Aaron to. Red relaxed he match Aaron's breathing with his own and quickly went to sleep as well.

Aaron worked up feeling tired, he looked over to see a sleeping Red. Aaron get up and creeped to bathroom, when his are done Aaron looked into the mirror and smiled to himself. But Aaron smile turn into a deep frown when he heard little laughs that filled the room catching Aaron's attention, Aaron looked around the room but to no avail no one was there however he did know who's laughing.

Aaron "i know you're here, where are you limn" A dark misty figure appeared in front of Aaron and floating around his head.

Limn"Well that's a Laugh and a half"

Aaron "what do you want?"

Limn "You always think that I want something"  "Limn" is a figment of Aaron imagination a "substitute" the doctors call it from his PTSD, If something bad happens or if get in trouble Aaron will always blames Limn but Aaron knows it's real.

Aaron "you're an asshole that stalks kids"

Limn "I was just watching the show"

Aaron "I don't have time for this" Aaron walk towards the door but before he could leave he was stop by Limn who was floating in front of the doorway.

Aaron "I want to go back to sleep"

Limn "You can go, i just wanted to say hi. So how was the hate sex? Your lover seem to enjoy himself"

Aaron "he's not my lover"

Limn "But you do hate him?" Limn floated behind Aaron, his face turned into Aaron's face, the mist that was Limn's body turned into a dark cape, he copied Aaron perfectly to his hands, his hair, his height even his voice but Limn eyes was different then Aaron's, Limn scleras was black and his irises was White.

Limn "You do hate him, why?"

Aaron "I don't hate Red"

Limn "You hate him, because he left you for her" Limn turned Aaron's face to the mirror.

Limn "See? Even your body know the truth" Aaron's eyes was yellow feeling his body fill up with anger, Limn whisper into Aaron's ear.

Limn "Just imagine ripping his heart out and leaving it for that bitch to fine" Aaron smile he thought about killing Red before, he thought about shoving his hand into Red's stomach and pulling out his intestines, Aaron thought about breaking every bone in Red's body, ripping his flesh apart with his teeth hearing his blood gargling screams as he tear Red's eyes out of his head.

Limn "let me take control" Aaron thought about it if you go through with it he will break his contract, Jessica will be angry, he will loses trust with his brother and he'll be in prison for murder and he will have killed the man he love even though he didn't love him back, Aaron took a deep breath.

Aaron "go to hell"

Limn "No?,listen here brat"

Aaron "no listen here to me bitch" Aaron said with a deep serious tone.

Aaron "I changed, i'm not the same kid that you bossed around, this is my body, and no way in hell you're getting control" Aaron stormed out of the bathroom trying to put the conversation behind him. Aaron stand in the doorway of Red's bedroom saying his past lover sleeping peacefully made him feel happy, he know it won't last but for now Red is his.

Limn "You think you can get away from me that easily?" Aaron's eyes widened his mind filled with pain, feeling Limn cold breath against his skin Aaron notice he wasn't in control.

Aaron "how?"

Limn "No matter if you beg or cry or how many drugs the doctors give you to forget me, you can never get away from me, Marshalmis "

Aaron "if you hurt him"

Limn "I'm not going to hurt him, but you are"

Aaron "what?" Aaron start to coughing up black blood Aaron turn to see Limn smiling, Aaron felt like he was on fire that caused Aaron to scream but nothing was coming out. He was begging for Red to help him but no words came out of his mouth.

Limn "Have fun" Limn disappeared, leaving Aaron to lie in pain.

Aaron "YOU BASTARD!"

the end of part 1

[moody-by-nature]

Rescue Me | Chapter Seventeen

Jared blindly swept his hands over the bed in search of Andrea, coming up empty. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, raising up onto an elbow, "Andie?" When no response came, he plopped back onto the bed and sighed, "She heard me and freaked out." he groaned, frustrated at himself for saying it aloud so soon, for even feeling it at all.

He dropped his left hand to the mattress and felt something on the bed; sitting back up he realized it was a note. "J - I couldn't sleep so I went home to change. I hope to be back before you wake up, xx - Andie."

A sigh of relief escaped him as he sat up, lowered his legs to the ground and grabbed his phone to check the time, 8:00AM and wondered how long she had been gone. He composed a text, "You stole another moment from us, young lady. Hurry back, xx." hitting send before he stood, heading into the bathroom to shower and start his day.

Jared rounded the corner into the kitchen to find Andrea talking to Shannon and their mother at the table while they ate breakfast.

Hearing his slippers scuffing on the tile, Andrea looked up and smiled at him. Jared's eyes drifted over her body, her long legs now covered by loose fitting jeans, and another tour shirt; this time Led Zeppelin.

She met him halfway and they wrapped their arms around each other.

"Good morning, baby girl. How are you feeling?" Jared whispered. He slid his hands down her sides and over her butt, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Hi, handsome, a little sore, but I feel great." Andrea squealed, "Stop it, they'll see!"

"I don't care, let them see. I didn't get to do this when I woke up because you were gone." Jared said, glaring playfully. Andrea swatted his hands away from her bottom and bit her lip.

"Trust me, leaving you was the last thing I wanted to do. But I didn't think it was a good idea to show up for work in the same clothes I had on yesterday." Andie whispered, running her fingers up Jared's sides. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and winked before planting a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth and slipped from his grasp. Jared watched her walk back to the refrigerator, unable to keep his eyes off her ass the entire time.

Constance caught him staring at Andrea and grinned as he made his way toward her. "Good morning, Sweetheart." She said as Jared wrapped her in a tight hug.

"Good morning, mama." Jared smiled down at her, "It's good to see you." He said, squeezing her tightly and pushed a kiss on top of her head.

"Good to see you too, son. What has put that big smile on your face?" Constance questioned.

Jared glanced at Andrea, who was in assistant mode, prepping his breakfast and tea as usual and back to his mother. Constance watched those big blue eyes of his light up and felt her heart swell. Jared sat down across from Constance and Shannon, leaving an empty seat for Andrea next to him.

"I had a nice night and slept really well. Think I'm finally feeling rested and ready to hit the road again." He replied.

"Slept well, huh. That's great." Shannon smirked at his little brother over his coffee mug, taking a sip and setting it back down. He looked up and across the room to see Andrea glaring at him and chuckled.

"Does that mean you two finally quit resisting each other and f..."

"Shannon, are you still hungry? I can make you something if you'd like." Andrea blurted out in an attempt to shut him up.

"No thanks, Dee, I'm stuffed. Are you trying to avoid my question?" Shannon teased.

"You know the answer to that you ornery little.." Andrea paused mid-threat remembering Constance was there making Shannon laugh. She picked up her coffee and took a sip.

"Don't hold back just because moms here, Dee. Let me have it!" Shannon pushed. Constance was smiling, looking between the three of them enjoying their interaction.

"Shannon, darling, leave them be. I'd be more than thrilled to know they are together. Look at the two of them, they would make a beautiful couple. Maybe they'll give me a grandchild someday."

Andrea sputtered into her coffee not expecting that comment. Remembering that she and Jared had not had a conversation about protection prior to last night. That had to happen soon, she made a mental note to schedule an appointment with her doctor.

She looked up to see Jared watching her curiously as she approached with their breakfast and sat next to him. He brought his hand down and placed it on her knee, squeezing gently.

After breakfast Andrea and Constance cleared the table while Shannon and Jared chatted about their plans for the day in the living room. Constance shut off the water after the last dish had been loaded into the dishwasher and dried her hands.

"Andrea, dear, I'm not trying to pry, because it's none of my business. I just wanted to tell you that whatever you are to my son is special. I know he's on a high from his stellar awards season, but seeing him today and the way he looks at you. I've not seen that from him in a long while. It makes my heart happy. I only hope he makes you as happy as you seem to make him." Constance said warmly smiling at Andrea as she placed her hand on her arm.

"He absolutely does. He's very special to me, and has been since the moment I met him. He's so magnetic, I tried fighting it, but I can't anymore. I adore him. Both of your boys are amazing men, Constance. Shannon is like the big brother I always wanted." Andrea replied grinning widely.

"They're a handful, that's for sure!" Constance laughed. "They both adore you too. I'm happy you're in their lives." She hugged Andrea goodbye before joining the brothers in the living room to say goodbye as well.

"You all be careful on this trip. I love you!" She stated, kissing Shannon on the cheek. "And I love you!" This time kissing Jared on the cheek. The boys squeezed her in between them for a big hug and walked her and Shannon to their cars.

Jared returned inside to find Andrea still at the table in the kitchen working on her laptop. "What are you working on?" He asked, leaning against the doorway.

"Making a packing list so I don't forget anything. I'm about to go up and start rounding up your tour clothes. Did you need something?" Andrea asked, continuing her work.

"You're really cute when you're in assistant mode, baby." Jared said as he walked up to her and wrapped his hand around her wrist, pulling it to his lips, he planted a kiss on the back of her hand.

"I think what you meant to say, Mr. Leto, is that I am always cute." She quipped, standing up and glancing over his shoulder before kissing him sweetly.

"You are." Jared replied, and smirked as pulled her with him across the room. He entered the laundry room, shutting the door behind him.

Turning to face her, he grinned while he stalked toward her watching her retreat until her hips met the dryer.

Closing the distance between them, Jared pushed his body flush to hers. Bringing his left hand up as he traced her jaw with his fingers, he leaned in slowly bringing his lips to hers. Andrea moaned lightly before she pulled away.

"Jared, what are you doing? There are people here!"

"Then you should probably be quiet." He chuckled.

His eyes bore into hers as his hand made a trail down to her right breast. Andrea gasped, and bit her lip. His deft fingers pinched and twisted her nipple, sending goosebumps over her skin.

Andrea moaned eliciting a breathy laugh from Jared. His mouth attacked her neck as his fingers continued down her belly and dipped behind her loosely fitted jeans, slipping under her panties, and into her folds.

"J, we can't do.." Andrea started to protest, but lost all ability to speak when she felt his hand between her legs.

"You were saying, Andie?" Jared teased, looking into her eyes again as he slipped one of his slender fingers inside her.

Her eyes were wild with lust as she fisted her hands in Jared's hair, pulling his mouth to hers, kissing him roughly. Andrea's hands drifted down over Jared's firm chest, digging her nails into him slightly, making him groan. She smiled into the kiss, continuing a path down his lithe frame. Andrea snaked her arms around his waist and down over his perfect ass, squeezing firmly.

Andrea felt Jared remove his finger from her core and whimpered. Placing his hands on her hips, he lifted Andrea onto the dryer.

"Lean back a little baby, brace yourself on one of your arms." Jared instructed, tilting her hips forward as she leaned back. He made quick work of the button and zipper on her jeans, granting him more access to her body.

Jared worked his skilled fingers in and out of her slick center, intently watching her. Andrea's chest heaved as her sweet release boiled just under the surface. She wasn't ready for this to be over yet. Looking up into Jared's eyes, he slowed his movements as if he was able to read her body, her mind.

"I need to make you feel good, too." Andrea breathed. She pulled herself toward Jared's body and nibbled his bottom lip. Andrea laced her left hand into the crook of Jared's arm to balance. She lowered her head and looked up at him demurely as the fingers of her free hand danced down his taught tummy and into his track pants.

She wrapped her hand around his wide shaft and watched him drop his head back as she stroked him. Andrea's eyes wandered over Jared's beautiful face. His eyes closed, jaw completely slack as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

"I think I'm enjoying this as much as you are." She moaned, "You're so sexy, Jared."

Jared lowered his head back down to look at Andrea again and began moving his fingers to match her strokes just as she dipped her other hand down into his pants, cupping his balls.

"Fuck!" He growled, making Andrea laugh. She pulled one hand away from him and leaned back, turning on the dryer. Sitting back up, she tangled her fingers into the hair at the base of his neck.

"Now who should be quiet, baby?" Andrea giggled. Jared smirked and leaned in to kiss her roughly. His fingers pumped in and out of her body, winding her up quickly as she stroked him.

"Andrea?" Shayla's muffled voice called through the door.  Andrea's eyes grew wide. Jared gripped her hip harder as she tried to escape, but he continued his ministrations pushing her over the edge.

"Coming!" Andrea yelled, glaring at Jared when he chuckled at her. "Oh my god Jared, I'm a mess. She's going to find out." Andrea fussed as she buttoned her jeans and pulled her hair into a messy bun.

"So let her, Shannon figured it out." He whispered, biting down on her bottom lip. He groaned lowly, "I wasn't finished with you yet, baby girl." Jared said with a wink.

"Keep it in your britches, baby, I'll make it up to you tonight." Andrea replied hurriedly, tapping Jared gently on the cheek, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively as she slid off the dryer and exited the laundry room.

"Hey, Shay, sorry I was just putting some clothes in the dryer. What's up?"

"Who were you talking to in there?" She asked.

"No one, I was humming a melody Jared was playing on guitar last night." Andrea replied.

Shayla smirked as if she didn't believe Andrea.

"Oh, you two talk things out yet?"

"Yes." Andrea answered with a smile. "We had a cleansing conversation and I think we both understand each other now."

"You sure you were in there alone? I swear I heard Jared's voice." Shayla smirked, taking a step towards the laundry room.

Andrea silently panicked, "I'm sure. Jared isn't even here, he went for a walk after breakfast." Just then the back door opened and shut. Jared pulled the door to the laundry room open and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey ladies, what's up?" He asked, glancing quickly at Andrea and then Shayla. Andrea was so happy he was there to distract Shayla's inquisition. Jared walked up to the kitchen counter next to Andrea, leaning over and rested his head on his left hand.

"Oh, I was just telling Andrea I swore I heard you in the laundry room with her. But she says I misheard because you were out on a walk." Shayla said, smiling, "You see, I have this feeling you two are finally together, at least I hope so."

Andrea looked at Jared, praying he would play along. Jared looked into Andrea's pleading eyes and debated what he wanted to say. He could go along with her, continue doing things her way. However, his thoughts went to how much he wanted her and he didn't want to hide it.

"Hm, well Shayla, actually I didn't go for a walk. I had this beautiful woman pinned to the dryer and would have had my way with her had you not walked in." Jared deadpanned, watching Andrea's mouth fall open and her eyes narrow into a death stare. He chuckled, "And now I'm in big trouble."

"Jared! What happened to keeping this to ourselves for a couple days?" Andrea sputtered.

"We did things your way for far too long baby, we're doing things my way now." Jared replied, kissing her on the nose. Andrea glared at him.

"Looking at me like that is only going to get you in trouble, little girl." Jared growled.

Andrea turned her head away from him to look at Shayla who watched the new couple, her big eyes shining brightly at them.

"It's about fucking time. I'm so happy for you guys!" Shayla cheered, she rushed around the kitchen counter and wrapped one arm around each of them, hugging them tightly. Andrea smiled, Jared was right, why bother hiding. Shayla released them and walked back to her original position.

Andrea leaned into Jared and whispered, "You're lucky you're cute." Eliciting on of those breathy laughs she loved so much.

[neganandblake]

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 137 - A Run Out

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she's certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

MASTERLIST

Chapter 137 - A run out

[Negan wakes up to find Blake and Mia are gone. But when he finally runs into the blonde woman, she has a request for him.]

Then next morning, Negan awoke to find the bed beside him empty of the two girls he normally shared with.

He let out a grizzled sort-of huff into his pillow before easing himself up onto elbows and staring around.

He had had a surprisingly good sleep and didn't remember being woken even once during the night, but he saw no sign of either Blake or Mia now, lifting his hand and running it down his sleepy face.

“Peaches?” he called out, wondering if maybe she was in the bathroom next-door, but there came no reply.

It was so like her to just disappear without telling him where she was going. She was a pain in his ass like that, but he still liked that about her. She was like a goddamn constant challenge to him. Keeping him on his toes, whether he liked it or not.

Giving a groan, Negan pushed himself from the bed and ambled into the bathroom, running his hand through his dark, mussed-up hair as he went.

He switched on the light and moved over to the washbasin, grabbing his toothbrush from the plastic tumblr beside Blake's, getting down to brushing his teeth, gazing at his reflection in the mirror above the sink as he did so.

Negan had truly never thought he would slot back in to this kind of life again.

After Lucille he had resumed his bachelor ways, fulfilling every fantasy he had with a near endless string of woman along the way. But that had soon become tiring and even the excitement of sleeping with a different woman every night had quickly become stale and boring.

For it was a life like this he had truly yearned for a long time.

Having a fucking family.

Something real.

And Blake had given him that.

Sure it had taken them a long long time to get here, but they had. And every moment of happiness she gave to him, made all the pain and sadness of everything else, worth it.

Negan finished up at the washbasin, stripping swiftly out of his boxers before heading over towards the large tiled shower at the far end of the large bathroom.

And within ten minutes he was out again,  shrugging on his leather jacket over a white t-shirt and grey pants, and grasping up Lucille.

But Negan had barely made it across the room, heading towards the door, when it was swiftly shoved open…..and in walked Blake, eating an apple.

Negan grinned at the sight, immediately cocking an eyebrow up at her. “Early bird catches the fuckin’ worm, huh?” he commented, as Blake gave him a smile in return.

She looked in a far better mood than yesterday, which of course might have had something to do with the tension-relieving fun they had had in that bathtub last night.

“I don't know about a worm,” she smirked. “But I got us breakfast.”

And with that, she tossed him a second apple, which the dark-haired man promptly caught, grinning as he did so.

“You seem pretty fuckin’ chipper this mornin’, Doll-face,” he growled lifting his chin a  little and gazing at her. “My fingers really do that good of a job last night?”

Blake offered him a smile at his words. “Oh most definitely,” she purred, walking over towards him now, her free hand reaching up and toying with the zipper on his leather jacket.

Negan narrowed his chocolate eyes at her.

Yeah, granted, his performance, as always, had been pretty fucking impressive, but Blake was certainly in a better mood than she had been in a  while.

“Beansprout, alright?” he asked in a bemused voice, staring down at her.

But the blonde woman just smiled.

“Yeah she seems much better today,” she replied, with a small, contented sigh. “Tanya and Michelle have already collected her. They're making princess crowns. Mia’s already decided.”

Negan quickly chuckled at the sheer cockiness of the three year old toddler.

“That mean I get Mamma-bear all my damn self today?” he uttered nudging her nose with his.

But Blake's lips curved into a wide grin at his words, as she pulled her face away from his a little teasingly, pursing her lips together, as if thinking hard.

“You can…..” she said slowly, her eyes peering up at his. “But maybe not here.”

A frown twitched its way between Negan’s eyebrows, but Blake spoke again before he could question her.

“Listen, we’ve not exactly been on the same page lately,  and with everything that’s happened, Mia coming back, me...well…” she reached down placing a hand to her stomach. “Well, we haven’t really had much time together. Just you and me. And I thought it might be good to get away from the stress of this place. Even if it's just for the day.”

Negan stared at her.

“Oh yeah?” he said, a little taken a aback. She had obviously been thinking on this for a while. “An’ where exactly were you thinking?”

But Blake just smiled and shrugged, coming to rest both her arms over his shoulders, as his, still holding onto both Lucille and his apple, slid their way up her slender sides.

“I don’t know. Anywhere.” she murmured, wrinkling her nose lightly. “Just somewhere we can get away from everything...just for a few hours. I’ve been a hormonal bitch this last week or so,  and I want to make it up to you.”

He could hear the hint of pleading in her voice, her obviously knowing that after his actions yesterday he was likely to say no.

Ok, Negan had been a hard-ass. But it was only because he wanted to keep the woman he loved, carrying his baby, safe.

But he understood now that she needed her own breathing space. And being cooped up her wasn't good for either of their sanities.

The pair of them had been arguing a lot lately. Mainly about the smallest and most petty of things, and as much as Negan knew that that that type of shit was normal in any fucking relationship, it still sucked-fucking-ass. Totally and utterly.

He missed the good old days when it was just the two of them pissing the other off,  with the only reason behind it being because they wanted to. And not because either of them were scared, or worried, or frustrated for any reason.

“So….what do you think?” Blake asked him hopefully, tilting her head to the side and causing her long blonde hair to trail down one shoulder. “Daddy up for taking me out on a road trip?”

Negan was silent for a lengthy moment before the corners of his bearded mouth suddenly twitched up into a wide grin.

“Oh most fuckin’ definitely,” he said grinning. “As long as Momma is up for givin’ Daddy a damn blow job in the front of his fuckin’ truck, we are good to. fuckin’. go.”

He watched, chuckling, as Blake rolled her eyes.

“Hmm, well we’ll have to see about that one…” she purred with a smile, giving him a sudden sharp, yet playful, shove away from her, before heading over towards their closet.

Of course half her shit was here now, outfits tangled in with his. Not that he minded that one little bit.

“Alright then, well I guess I’d better go get loadin’ shit up, seein’ as the damn queen’s given her orders,” said Negan in a goading voice, giving a faux-heavy sigh, as Blake opened the closet door and stared at him in the reflection in the full length mirror hanging inside the door.

“Just make sure you pack some tomatoes for lunch for me,” she said pulling out a black sweater.

But Negan waved an easy hand at her.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he sighed. “Can’t keep Peaches from her damn cravings now can I?”

But Blake merely smirked in his direction, as Negan turned on his heel chuckling again before taking a big bite of his apple and heading swiftly out the door, shutting it closed behind him with a small snap.

……………………………………………………………..

“You off somewhere, Boss?”

Almost a half hour later and Negan, who had been standing outside in the drizzly lots that surrounded the Sanctuary, was loading not only Lucille, but an entire range of numerous weapons into one of the nicer pickup trucks.

Negan knew that if they were going out there, then there was no way he was letting his guard down. Not for one goddamn second. Not with Blake carrying his goddamn offspring inside of her.

And sure he wasn’t stupid enough to vocalise his worry for her out loud again, not knowing how much it irritated the hell out of her. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna keep a close eye on any fucker, dead or alive, who tried to cross them out there.

Negan quickly swung around on his booted- heel to see Simon stroking towards him, thumbs hooked through his belt loops as he surveyed the leader of the Saviours and the shiny dark blue truck behind him.

“Peaches, wants to go grab some fresh air,” he replied stiffly. “An’ I, not bein’ fuckin’ idiotic enough to argue with a pregnant lady, have agreed to escort her outta here for the day.”

Simon offered him a chuckle.

Negan knew it wasn't often that he was seen leaving his people, especially without an entire damn convoy of Saviours to back him up anyway. But he would make an acception on this occasion. And he knew the place would run smoothly without him here. For today at least.

“I’ll be takin’ my radio, so if shit just happens to hit the fan while I’m gone,” he continued. “Make sure you call me. Do not leave me hangin’, Si, you understandin’ me?”

Negan stared at his tall and mustachioed right-hand man for a long moment, pursing his bearded lips together.

He and Simon had had their moments in the past, and on a few occasions Simon had tried to take the lead from Negan. Tried to be the bigger fucking badass. But he had soon learned his place was at Negan’s side. Although Negan still needed to remind him of that from time to take, pushing him back into line.

But on this occasion, to Negan’s relief, Simon gave a prompt nod of his head.

“Loud and clear,” he said obediently. “But if I were you, Boss, I’d go west if you’re taking your gal out. The outposts tell me they’ve seen people from the Hilltop and Rick’s place, scouting as far north as Haley Ridge-”

“An’ I don’ wanna be runnin’ into any of those cock-suckers and their goddamn fuckin’ vendettas now do I?” Negan cut in, clenching his jaw.

Running into anyone else today and risking Blake and his unborn kid’s life was not particularly high on his list of priorities for today, so Negan knew he should take Simon’s advice and head west instead.

He clapped his second in command on the shoulder proudly, lifting his chin, just as a sudden figure appeared just behind the mustachioed man.

“So I’ve got bottled water, snacks, a gun-“ said Blake suddenly strutting over towards them, dressed now in a navy jacket throw over a black sweater and jeans, her long blonde hair tossed over one shoulder as she looked down into the pack she carried in her hands.

But at her words Negan leant right back on his long legs, eyeing her.

“Now where’d the FUCK you get a gun from, Peaches?” he said in a loud voice,  almost marvelling at her.

Fuck, she really did have the fucking run of this place didn’t she?

“What? You think I don’t have access to your guns cache?” she said narrowing her eyes at him. “I’m having your baby, Negan. I own half of your shit now.”

And there it was- the reason he fucking loved her.

Negan whined out a laugh, as she moved to the pickup truck, shoving her pack onto the passenger seat through the open window.

“Yeah you fuckin’ do, Darlin,” the dark- haired Saviour muttered. “But I guess that mean that I own half of this too-“

And with that, he suddenly grabbed her round jean-clad ass and gave it a hard squeeze, causing her to jump on the spot, shooting him a look.

Her eyes darted to Simon in embarrassment.

“Ouch….Negan….” she reprimanded with a mumble, rubbing at her sore ass cheek, as he retracted his hand with a throaty chuckle.

But at their side Simon gave a grin of his own, nodding at the pair of them.

“Have fun,” he said before turning around and sauntering back over towards the large looming factory buildings just as the rain began to fall a little heavier all around them.

Negan watched as Blake looked skyward, suddenly looking disappointed.

“Oh….no…..I thought we could have a picnic or something….damn it….” She whispered.

But Negan nudged her, strolling around to the drivers side of the truck and pointing at her with a gloved finger.

“Well that’s your fuckin’ fault for bein’ too damn optimistic, Doll-face,” he said curtly. “An’ I don’t think any sort of fuckin’ picnic out there is gonna be very relaxin’ with those dead pricks on our tail the entire time.”

But Blake shrugged, pulling open the passenger side door.

“You’re probably right,” she mumbled letting out a heavy sigh. “I was just thinking of something romantic.”

But Negan’s gave a huff of his own, as they both hopped into the pickup, slamming the doors closed behind them.

“Well, y’know,” said Negan offering her a poignant look and turning the key in the ignition. “If its romance you’re lookin’ for, like I said, I am still up for you blowin’ me in the front seat, Darlin’.”

And with that he gave a grin gesturing to the space between his legs.

Blake, of course, gave an immediate roll of her eyes at this, leaning her elbow against the passenger side door.

“Ugh, now who’s being optimistic. And I don’t think getting down on my knees for you while your driving is really gonna help with my morning sickness,” she said pressing a hand to her temples and rubbing away some excess rain water that lingered there.

The engine spluttered into life as Negan quirked an eye at her for the smallest of moments.

“That why you were up so early this mornin’?” he asked sounding a little concerned.

But Blake just looked back at him, smiling softly.

“Partly, but Mia was up and getting a little fussy anyway…” she said gently.

Negan’s eyes searched Blake’s face now, as rain began to hammer down upon the windscreen before them.

He knew how fucking tiring this must be for her and that was probably a good fucking excuse for her rattiness towards him this last couple of weeks.

But as though reading his mind, Blake looked at him with those big green eyes of hers. And for a moment Negan was transported back to that first time, out there on the road together, in the front of that van on that rainy night.

He had had a fucking soft spot for her back then, but he hadn’t fucking realised that this would be the woman that would be carrying his child. His fucking kid.

She was truly fucking incredible. And he was truly in awe of how far they had fucking come.

But Blake looked at him a little sadly now, shifting in her seat.

“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly her voice earnest. “For being such a pain the the ass these last few days.”

Negan blinked at her now, but she continued before he could say anything.

“I think I’m just a little anxious…” she confessed, pulling at a thread on the sleeve of her jacket absentmindedly. “A-After those miscarriages and after David….well, I just didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to be pregnant again. And it’s all happened just so fast…”

Negan stared back at Blake now, with hard eyes, as she trailed off, her gaze falling into her lap.

“You havin’ second thoughts?” he asked, lifting his chin slightly, and feeling his chest constrict.

But at once Blake shook her head, her eyes reaching his once again.

“No. Not at all,” she said hurriedly. “I just…”

Rain hammered down on the roof of the truck.

“I’m happy…” she said her face suddenly full of hope. “But I guess I’m not used to feeling like this. Having you, having Mia, having a baby...I guess I’m just scared of being too happy….in case it all falls apart again. I-I can’t lose you...o-or Mia again. I just can’t. And I’m sorry if I’ve been pushing you away. I know that all you’ve done is care about me. But I’ve just not been talking to you...I-I’ve not been talking to anyone…”

Negan knew she was right.

He could see the fear in her eyes sometimes when she obviously thought no one was looking.

He had chalked it down to annoyance with him, obviously raising her hackles the moment he brought it up.

But Negan with one hand on the steering wheel, merely stared at her now.

“You ain’t gonna lose us Peaches,” he said with a meaningful growl. “I ain’t fuckin’ goin’ anywhere. And all I fuckin’ want is for you not to have the goddamn weight of the world on your shoulders. Look, we’ve got a long few fuckin’ months ahead of us, an’ hell, I ain’t got a fuckin’ clue what I’m doin’, but you’ve gotta realise that you ain’t alone. An’ I am gonna be right here, day or fuckin’ night.”

He grinned at her,  licking his lips now as he continued, cocking his dark head to the side.

“If you want a run out, I’ll get you a fuckin’ run out. If you want a damn foot rub at 2am, then you just wake me up, Sweetheart. An’ hell, if you want fresh tomatoes from that damn garden of yours, then I will go down there an’ fuckin’ pick them for you.”

At his words, Blake smiled, her hand moving over her abdomen lovingly.

“Thanks, baby,” she said in a soft and gracious voice.

But Negan, smirking, merely reached his hand out and grabbed for hers, before pulling it to his lips and pressing a kiss to her smooth knuckles.

“Don’ mention it, Peaches,” he eased out in a low voice. “Although I’m gonna take back what I said about goin’ into that damn garden and pickin’ tomatoes for you. Hell, I’ve got a reputation to uphold, an’ I don’t want my people seeing me as a mother-fuckin’ goddamn farmer.”

Blake gave a small laugh, now, shaking her head.

“Oh I don’t know…” she purred. “I could see you dressed in a flannel shirt and some gardening gloves, on your knees, gettin’ all down and dirty.”

But Negan just grinned back at her now, as he gave a single shake of his own dark head, pressing his foot onto the gas driving the truck out of the lot.

“Nu-Uh. Not in a million fuckin’ years, Sweetheart.”

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[babylon-bitch]

Just Friends ~ Best Friends (part 77)

A/N: this is it, the final chapter of Just Friends. It's been like a year and a half, give or take, and it's a bitter sweet moment. I've loved the process, this is the first fic I've finished, but I'm also glad for it to be over, so I can move on to other things. This whole fic was more for me, I needed to finish it for myself, and I'm proud of it, I've been busting out 3k chapters every week (well not so much this past month lmao) so it's going to be weird not having to write so much and have a sort of deadline. Idk what to do with my life now ahh, this was a big part of me for a long time. Hope you guys loved this book as much as I did, come cry in my inbox :(

Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she  friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It's a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?

***

Picking my pen back up, I write down the new chords after scrapping the last 3 attempts of writing a third verse. Going back to Luke's guitar, I play around, looking for the next sequence.

Mumbling the lyrics from the start to myself, I get all the way to the thrid verse, but I don't know where to go next, I know what direction I want to go in, but I'm not sure on what chords to use next.

Groaning, I rest my head on the headboard, deciding to take a break.

"What's up?" Luke asks from his side of the bed where he's on his phone, who was enjoying the quiet background music until it paused.

"I can't find the next piece. I know where I want to go, it needs to go lower, but I'm already on second fret, and anything on first sounds too clashy or not what I want." I explain.

Luke and I are both at his house, hanging out as we haven't seen too much of each other these past couple days, as I've been busy with revision, and Luke's been busy getting ready to move and spending time with his family. Originally we were having laptop time, but then I had an idea and I didn't want to forget it, but now I wish I did because it's going to bug me that I can't figure this out.

"Why don't you barre first fret for an f." He suggests.

"Tried it, it's a little too high." I reply, doing a demo for him.

"What about you take this shape up to seventh fret, and then go down to second." Luke tries to help, and I test it out.

"It could work." I muse.

"Or you could take your middle finger off." He says, tapping my finger.

I nod, and work on it some more, gaining some new found motivation from him.

There's a gentle knock at the door, making both of us pause, looking over towards the door.

"Come in." Luke grants access and in comes Liz.

"Hey, we're going out now, and I'm expecting a package so if you could keep an ear out that'd be great." She informs.

"Yeah, of course." He nods. "How long are you going to be?" Luke asks.

"An hour or so, not too long." She shrugs.

"Okay, bye." He waves.

"Bye." I smile with a wave.

She leaves the room, quietly closing the door behind her, and we hear her whistling as she goes down the stairs.

"Do your parents know we're together again?" I ask.

"I think they have an idea, I haven't told them I don't think." He replies.

"What makes you think they have an idea?" I raise an eyebrow, quietly strumming the piece I was previously working on.

"Well for starters we've been spending more time at each others houses, without the group, and I think my mum saw us kiss the other day." He answers. "They're not mad about it, so it's fine." He shrugs, and I get up, putting Luke's guitar back on the stand, deciding to give my brain a break.

"So you're saying they left two teenagers alone in a house that they know are romantically involved with each other?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"I guess so." He nods, struggling to contain his smirk.

"Bye!" We hear multiple voices shout.

"Bye!" We say back and then the door slams shut, leaving us alone.

"I have no idea what we could do for over an hour all alone." Luke says.

"We could watch tv." I suggest, and straddle his waist, his hands instantly reaching for my hips.

"As if." He tells me.

"Or we could take a nap." I reply.

"You're gonna need one later." He winks, making me me laugh.

"In your dreams, Hemmings." I chuckle, leaning down. "If anything it's me tirering you out."

"What can I say? You're a piece of work." He claims.

"I'm offended." I state.

"And overly sensitive." He pokes my sides, making me annoyed.

"Stop." I whine, swatting his hands away.

"Yeah the weather is nice today." He ignores me, continuing to poke at my sides, causing me to wiggle around.

"Stop." I tell him, grabbing his hands and pinning them on either side of his head.

"Ooooh, getting confident are we?" Luke teases and I stare down at him in annoyance.

"I hate you so much." I mumble making him smirk.

"Sure you do, babe." He smirks, pecking my lips, making me smile.

I close the gap between us, shutting him up effectively, and he seems to like my action of choice as he kisses me back just as eagerly. His hands travel from my hips, going up and down my back for a few moments, before he buries a hand into my hair.

Luke swipes his tongue over my lip, but I deny it and bite his lip, letting it snap back into place when I inch away slightly with a small smirk. He whines, and I kiss him again, enjoying the feeling of being in control, it gives me a thrill because usually it's Luke in control.

Feeling Luke's fingertips lift my shirt up slightly and tracing random shapes on my sides, I lose concentration very briefly.

"You're really pretty." I mumble against his lips, making him smile slightly.

"You're really hot." He tells me.

"Straight to the point as always, Hemmings." I chuckle.

"You love it." He replies, trailing his hands up my thighs that are planted on either side of his hips.

I connect our lips again, our lips moving in sync and are super urgent. Just as we're finding common ground, Luke takes me by surprise and flips us over, me squealing in the process. I open my legs wider for him to settle in between more comfortably. Luke slips his tongue into my mouth, and I lightly suck on it, making him groan slightly and I wickedly grin.

"You're wearing way too many clothes for my liking." Luke informs after some time as he finishes marking my skin.

"Yeah?" I breathe as he devotes some time to my sweet spot.

"Mm." He hums, pulling away, admiring his work.

I sit up slightly, pulling my shirt over my head, throwing it off to the side. Luke groans, before leaning down to attack my chest, I move some of my hair out the way as he decorates my skin.

"Can I?" Luke asks as he traces his fingers over the clasp of my bra.

"Only if you take your shirt off." I respond.

Luke and I haven't gotten this far in a while. Since we've gotten back together, we've made out many times, he's taken my shirt off a few times, as has he, but we always stop before it gets too heated. There's been one time where he got slightly further than taking my shirt off, but then my family came home so it put a pause on that.

Throwing his shirt to the floor, he slightly anxiously reaches behind me for the clasp, and lets put a tiny breath when it unhooks. Gingerly pulling the straps down my arms, he discards the rather expensive garment, then leans down again, beginning to lick at my nipple, whilst his other hand does a mix between playing with my other one and wondering over my body.

His fingertips trail down my stomach reaching my jeans when he kisses me, making my breathing hitch ever so slightly. Ghosting over my jean covered heat  I let out a heavy exhale, a little annoyed when he doesn't do anything else, he just travels further away from where I want him.

"Don't play that game, Hemmings." I warn him.

"What game?" He smirks.

"This game." I tell him, and run my hand over his progressively hardening length making him bite his lip, then keep going until I reach his chest.

"I'll play fair." He caves, making me smile in triumph "For now." He mutters.

"Is this okay?" Luke asks as he plays with the button on my jeans.

"Please." I urge, and he undos the button, followed by the zipper, he slides my jeans down my legs, dropping them without blinking. Starting from my ankle, Luke runs his hand all the way up my leg, to the place that's practically been crying out his name. Rubbing loose circles over my clothed clit, making me let out a small whimpers, he then runs a single finger down my heat, causing me to bite my lip.

Moving my underwear to the side, Luke runs his fingers through my folds collecting all my juices, bringing it up towards my clit.

"Damn, you're absolutely soaked, baby." Luke groans and I let out a moan at the pleasure of his fingers.

"Fuck." I mutter, arching my back.

"What do you want? Do you want my fingers babygirl? My mouth maybe?" He questions.

"Fingers." I manage to get out.

Luke slides down to my entrance, circling briefly before slipping his finger inside me, and I cry out his name, biting my lip to suppress any noises.

"Let it out baby, you know I like it when you're loud. We're all alone, scream out my name." Luke says, dragging his bottom lip over my shoulder as he adds another finger.

Curling his fingers up, I let out a moan, gripping the sheets tightly, as the feeling ripples over me. Feeling Luke's other hand go to my clit, beginning to rub the throbbing nub, giving me another level of pleasure that drives me closer to my high.

Luke begins to pump his fingers faster and picks his pace up on my clit, making me a moaning mess. He takes his hand off my clit briefly to push my leg back down, but quickly resumes, and edges me closer.

"You close baby?" Luke asks.

"Yeah." I manage to get out.

"Good." He smirks, and without warning pulls his hand away, gently slips his fingers out, which are covered in my arousal.

"Wha-What are you doing?" I question, feeling my orgasm slip away from me.

"Suck." He says, ignoring my question and brings his fingers towards my mouth.

"I thought we decided to play fair." I state, Luke opening my mouth by pulling my jaw down with his thumb.

"I didn't promise anything, I just said for now. Now be a good girl and do what I say." He tells me, and I take his fingers into my mouth, splitting his fingers between either side of my tongue, tasting myself. "That's right, just like that." He praises as I finish. Luke connects our lips, wanting a taste himself, and he moans slightly, situating himself between my legs.

Pulling away Luke stands up, taking his jeans off, stripping all the way down, and I feel my stomach flip in excitement. Climbing back on top of me, he presses a few kisses to my collar bones.

"Do you want to do this?" He asks.

"Yeah, it's all I want right now." I answer.

"Alright." He nods, and pumps himself a few times, before reaching into his bedside table, pulling a condom out. Opening it up and rolling it over his length, he hovers over me again, pecking my lips lightly.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" Luke asks.

"Yes, just go slowly at first, because it's kinda been a while." I explain and he nods understandingly.

Teasing my entrance slightly, he edges himself in slowly, groaning in the process. Eventually he's all the way in, and pauses to let me adjust. "You okay?"

"Yeah, move." I give him the green light and he begins to slowly move his hips, not being able to control his moans.

"Fucking hell." He curses, burying his head into my neck, and I moan, tugging at his his curls.

***

"How much have you learnt so far?" I ask Luke as we both sit on the stool that accompanies a piano.

"Well I've picked a few things up over the years, but I've been properly learning over these past few weeks, it's not much, just a few songs, the terminology, and new chords." He explains, pressesing a few keys down. "How long have you been playing exactly?"

"Since I was like 10 or 11." I answer, playing the riff to one of my songs.

"Woah." He mutters.

"I could teach you, that'd be quite cute." I tell him, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Maybe." He nods, running his fingers through my hair. "Have we ever sung together?"

"Yeah, many times." I say.

"But like, properly, no messing around, and taking it seriously." Luke explains.

"I don't think so." I shake my head.

"Do you want to sing something together?" He suggests.

"Yeah, any ideas on what?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Death Of A Bachelor by Panic!?"

"Let me just look up the chords." I mumble, picking my phone up, and search it up.

"1, 2, 3." I count, placing my phone in my lap, Luke taking a big breath before beginning.

"Do I look lonely? I see the shadows on my face People have told me I don't look the same Maybe I lost weight I'm playing hooky With the best of the best Pull my heart out my chest So that you can see it too." Luke sings his verse as I concentrate on the piano.

"I'm walking the long road Watching the sky fall The lace in your dress Tangles my neck How do I live?" Luke sings.

"The death of a bachelor Oh oh-oh Letting the water fall The death of a bachelor Oh oh-oh Seems so fitting for Happily ever after Whooo How could I ask for more? Lifetime of laughter At the expense of the death of a bachelor." We harmonize, our voices moulding together perfectly.

"I'm cutting my mind off Feels like my heart is going to burst Alone at a table for two And I just want to be served And when you think of me Am I the best you've ever had? Share one more drink with me Smile even though you're sad." I sing.

"I'm walking the long road Watching the sky fall The lace in your dress Tangles my neck How do I live?" Luke sings.

"The death of a bachelor Oh oh-oh Letting the water fall The death of a bachelor Oh oh-oh Seems so fitting for Happily ever after Whooo How could I ask for more? Lifetime of laughter At the expense of the death of a bachelor." I sing

"The death of a bachelor Oh oh-oh Letting the water fall The death of a bachelor Oh oh-oh Seems so fitting for Happily ever after Whooo How could I ask for more? Lifetime of laughter At the expense of the death of a bachelor." We both sing, the high notes falling effortlessly.

Adding a little unnecessary lick once we're done singing, I look over at Luke who's staring at the keys.

"We should do that more often." I smile.

"Totally." He agrees, leaning down slightly to peck my lips, making me smile.

"Hey guys." A voice pulls us away as they knock on the door.

Turning around we see Liz with her camera by her side, leaning against the doorway.

"Most of the people are here now, so if you want to come down feel free, even your friends are here and Calum's complaining about you not being there." Liz softly explains.

Luke's parents are hosting a party/bbq this afternoon/evening, it's kinda a thing for everyone in Luke's family to see him before he leaves, but apparently they haven't seen everyone in a while so it seemed like a perfect plan.

It's been going on for about an hour and a bit now, originally we were outside with everyone saying our hellos and having polite conversations, but we got bored soon enough and Luke dragged me upstairs to his room.

"Okay, we'll be down in a second." Luke sends her a small smile, she nods and walks away. "You should really put some of your music out, your voice is so good, and you're so talented in all these instruments, you could really make something big out of it." Luke comments, standing up, holding his hand out to help me up.

"We've gone over this before." I tell him, hooking my arms around his neck.

"We have?" He raises an eyebrow with a smile, wrapping an arm around me.

"Yes. My music is for me and only me, I don't want to go anywhere with it, I'm happy with where I am." I exasperate.

"Whatever makes you happy, babe." He mumbles against my lips, and I capture his lips.

"We really should go join everyone." I inform after a few minutes of kissing.

"But you're so much more interesting." He whines, clinging onto me for dear life, burying his face in my shoulder.

"You get to see me for another day, these people won't see you for ages." I tell him, rubbing my hand up and down his back.

"I haven't seen these people in months/years, I think they can manage it again." Luke replays.

I laugh shaking my head, pulling away from him, I grab his hand beginning to pull him out his room.

"There you guys are!" Calum exclaims as we walk out the door.

"What have you been doing?" Michael wiggles his eyebrows, and Luke does a half nod with a smirk, making me punch him.

Sitting down, Luke sits down next to me lifting his arm up, and I lean into his side playing with his fingers, firing up some conversation with multiple people.

***

Throwing the lid on the table, I lean back into Luke taking a sip of my beer, watching everyone. Some people are a little too tipsy for a family gathering, some people are laughing loudly, some people look as if they're in a deep conversation, some people are in little groups that they haven't left all afternoon, some children are playing together and running around, and then there are people that are taking in the moment. 

"What you thinking about, pretty girl?" Luke asks quietly, kissing my temple, making me look up at him.

"Just looking at everyone, they all look so happy." I answer.

"Yeah, it's nice." He agrees. "'m gonna miss this."

"What?" I question, looking at the golden patch on his hair. It's golden hour so there's patches of gold everywhere.

"Hanging out with everyone, being able to relax, everything is so calm." He says.

"Yeah?"

He nods. "I'm going to miss you the most though."

"Me, too." I pout, and he pecks my lips, making me smile at the gesture.

"When are we gonna see each other again?" Luke asks, pulling some hair away from my face.

"I don't know, maybe at Easter, or even later." I sigh, fiddling with the loose thread on his jeans.

"We'll make it through right? We're going to be okay with the distance right?" Luke questions.

"Of course, we managed to practically get through a whole year without seeing each other, so a few months is nothing." I reassure.

"You know that was one of the hardest things I've had to go through in my life, and a couple months ago this is what I dreamed of. I felt as if this could never happen, I honestly thought my life was over, there was nothing fun in it anymore once you left, my main source of happiness left me, I didn't know what to do. So I guess you're right, a few months is nothing."

"This time we're going to go through it together, our relationship is completely different from what it once was." I say. "Ride or die, remember?"

"I sure do." He laughs.

"I used to think I hated you for a solid 6 months, I'd avoid everything to do with you, despite the cost. I'd just sit there, despising you, my blood boiling, replaying everything we'd ever been through, I created this character in my head that was so unlike you. We could've handled the break up a lot better than we did."

"You think?" He raises an eyebrow.

"For sure, there were so many things we could've just talked about. We could've dealt with it in a more... responsible manner." I shrug.

"I guess someone is super stubborn, sensitive, and can hold grudges until they die." He teases.

"And that someone is you." I drawl, poking him.

"Sure, babe."

"Uh, excuse you, you're unbelievably stubborn, can be sensitive, and you still despise Jordon from primary school because he copied your drawing, so pipe down and look in a mirror." I state, getting worked up.

"I am not sensitive." He defends, and my jaw drops.

He laughs at my expense before kissing me, and I can't help but lose myself in it, blocking the world out so it's just him and I. Luke slips his tongue into my mouth, squeezing my side, letting out a quiet moan when I play with his lipring. I can't help but laugh against his lips for no real reason, I just got this wave of laughter.

"What?" He says, laughing with me, neither of us pulling away.

"I don't even know." I say, struggling to contain my giggles. Luke captures my lips again, our laughter being mixed in between.

"Guys, can you keep your hands off each other for 5 minutes?" Michael groans.

"We're at a family gathering, its inappropriate!" Ashton exclaims.

Luke and I pull apart, looking at each other annoyance before looking at everyone. "One day you'll understand, but for the time being, you enjoy your lonely single life." Luke pats Ashton's arm.

"To be fair, would you rather the both of them being all moody and annoying or quiet?" Calum states.

"You've got a point." Ashton nods.

"It's still gross." Michael mumbles and I flip him off, which causes him to flip me off too, with a smile this time.

"I hate you guys." I tell them.

"I hate you too."

It's weird because when we say that, it actually means we appreciate each other, but because feelings are too sappy, that's our substitute. I don't know what I'd do without these guys, we've been through everything together, and you can't really ruin that kind of friendship.

"Could you hold on to my camera for a minute? I need to sort something out." Liz requests.

"Of course." I say, taking it from her hands and placing it on the table.

"Thank you, I'll be back in a second." She smiles gratefully, then she walks away. She's been snapping pictures all afternoon, it'd be interesting to see what she's captured.

Luke leans forward, snatching the camera off the table, taking the lens cap off, and starts pointing it at random things/people.

"You know Liz won't be very happy with you if you keep that up." I sing, and he points the camera at me, I flip him off looking at him in annoyance.

"She doesn't need to know." He says.

"I'm in love with an idiot." I faceplam.

"Yeah, you are." He smiles, giving me a knowing a look. "Who would've thought that I'd get Harper White?" Luke smirks.

"Everyone, everyone besides us." I deadpan.

"How were we so oblivious for so long?" He laughs.

"No idea, all I can say is that I'm happy with how we've turned out." I tell him, intertwining our fingers.

"It's kinda strange how you're drawn to certain people. Like I could never imagine not being drawn to you, and everyone around this table are some of my favourite people, we've drifted apart this past year and there's been a few other times where that's happened, but we've always come back. We always come back to each other, despite how far apart we manage to drift. I honestly think it's always going to be like that, I couldn't imagine not seeing everyone all the time, even when we're like 70, I still see it. You and I are weird because I've spent my literal whole life with you, when I was a kid I always saw you in my life, not necessarily as lovers, but you were always there, and I don't want to not have you in my life, that's one of my nightmares. It's funny how the people you love always seem to come back." Luke tells me, squeezing my hand.

"And you said you weren't sensitive." I tease.

"Shut up." He laughs.

"I guess the heart wants what it wants." I state, and he smiles pecking my lips, before wrapping his arms around me, and giving me a hug.

Even though I tease him, he's right. The people you truly love, find their way back to you. Whether that's platonic, romantic, even family relationships. You're automatically drawn to certain people, and eventually you find your ride or dies, for some people that takes years, but for me I found mine really early in life, and I'm so happy.

My best friend is still my best friend, despite our relationship, he's always going to my best friend. And honestly being in love with your best friend is one of the most amazing things ever.

[jancys-blue-bayou]

Tiny prompt if you're not too busy: Jonathan getting mad about something and Nancy being really turned on by quietly raging Jonathan + shy Nancy because it's a whole new side to him that she hasn't seen before + shirtless activities ?

A/N: For day 4 of Jancy fanfic week, smut ahoy!

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Finally the bell rings, signalling the end of AP Calculus. She gathers her things and heads out the door quickly, eager to dump the stuff in her locker and go find Jonathan for their free period. She rounds the corner to head down the hallway where her locker is located. Already before she turns the corner she can hear voices talking angrily, loud. He’s already there, by her locker. But he’s not alone. Carol and Tommy H. is there too. Jonathan’s got his back to her but she can tell from his body language he’s agitated, angry. In a way she’s only seen once before, in the alley last fall. Carol and Tommy was there that time aswell, as was Nicole, and Steve, who had been the one to, deservedly, get punched in the face repeatedly after the horrible things he said about Jonathan’s family. Steve was nowhere to be found now though, it was Carol and Tommy with their followers against Jonathan.

”You two are fucking assholes. Leave her alone,” she can hear him say in a dark, angry tone she’s never heard him use before.

”What you gonna do, Perv?” Tommy H. taunts. ”Don’t get cocky just because you beat up Queen Steve.”

”You better back. The fuck. Off. And leave her alone. Or else,” he growls and she can see him ball his hands into fists. She quickens her steps.

”Aw look, here she comes, the Slutty Princess herself,” Carol taunts as she sees her. Everyone looks at her, tauntingly, except for Jonathan who turns around, his face softening a bit before it hardens again when he turns back to Carol and Tommy H.

”Go to hell Carol,” she bites back and looks at her locker. She cleaned the graffiti off it this morning before first period, but now new etchings reading ”SLUT” and ”WHORE” adorned it. Both smudged a bit, she surmises that Jonathan had tried to get it off before Carol and Tommy and their cronies stopped by. She steps in between them all to get to her locker, unlocks and dumps her stuff in there before slamming it shut again. She turns to Carol.

”You know Carol, I find it kind of creepy how you’re obsessed with me. Seriously, it’s like your stalking me,” she says, hoping to fluster her.

”Aw, you wish Princess. We all know what you feel about creepy stalkers,” the redhead throws back, looking pointedly from her to Jonathan. ”Even a slut can dream, I guess…” she continues.

”Let’s just go,” she says and grabs Jonathan’s hand. He still looks to be seething with anger but follows.

But then Tommy opens his big mouth again, muttering to one of his cronies, loud enough so they hear:

”Such a freak family, did you know that the guy who ran Radioshack was fucking Byers mom? Then he mysteriously died. You gotta wonder…”

Jonathan stops and turns back. Before he can march back she tugs firmly on his arm and tries to calm him.

”No no no, screw him, don’t listen, okay, let’s just go,” she says and adds in a whisper ”You can’t fight in school, they’ll suspend you. Please let’s just go.”

He stands bolted to the spot for a moment and everyone smirks at them. Look at the Slut and the Perv, the Whore and the Psycho. Then thankfully he turns back and lets her lead him away. She flips them off.

She leads him straight to the darkroom, where they can be alone, and locks the door behind them. She watches him as he paces the room. Yep, the last time she saw him this angry it ended with Steve getting his face caved in and Jonathan in handcuffs. He looks to be searching for a relief, to get it all out, but finding nothing. She’s never seen him like this, she’s not quite sure how to handle it.

”I don’t care what they say about me, what they write on my locker,” she says. It’s true. Mostly true.

”I care. You don’t deserve it.”

”I appreciate that. But the best thing we can do is ignore them. They want to provoke us. Let’s not give them the satisfaction.”

He doesn’t say anything to that.

”I know it’s hard, especially when they say shit like that about Bob, but we can’t let them get to us.”

She watches him carefully. She’s conflicted. She believes what she’s been saying, they can’t let those idiots get to them, it’s the smart thing to do. The mature thing to do. But at the same time she can’t deny that a part of her also really wants to punch them in the face. Or for Jonathan to do it since he’s stronger than her. She also wants him to always be happy. Not angry. But she can’t deny the familiar stirring inside her as she watches him tense, still pacing. His back muscles flexing slightly. His chest that’s surely become more toned and defined this year. His biceps, he still got his hands balled into fists, she can make out veins in his arm under the skin. The red hue of the darkroom somehow makes the sharp angles of his face even crisper. She tries to shake the thoughts out of her head. She’s Nancy Wheeler, monster hunter with a 4.0 GPA and a good head on her shoulders. But then he looks up, looks at her and stands up a bit straighter and that t-shirt is pretty tight she notices, amongst other things. Screw it. She’s also Nancy Wheeler, hormonal teenager.

She strides across the room and kisses him fully on the lips. He seems taken aback, but quickly finds himself and kisses her back. She puts her hands around his neck and deepens the kiss. She can feel some tension leave his shoulders. She can feel his pulse, a vein in his neck throbbing against her hand. And it’s not slowing down but speeding up. So is hers as she slips her tongue in his mouth. He pulls her closer to him and her arms go around his neck. She moans right into his mouth when he to her surprise picks her up and puts her down on the counter. This kind of aggression she’s fully behind.

His hands go under her shirt and travels upwards. She spreads her legs so he can get even closer. She hooks her legs around him and pushes right up against him. His lips goes from hers down to her neck and her hands go into his hair. She can’t help herself, she likes to mess it up sometimes. His mouth moves over hers again and he nibbles ever so slightly on her lower lip for a second before their tongues collide again. She lets out a gasp of surprise when he suddenly unhooks her bra because when he did he figure out how to do that without looking or even taking off her sweater first? And good God why does it turn her on even more?

He cups her breasts and she again moans straight into his mouth when he strokes his thumb over her nipple. She knows she’s dripping wet.

Frankly she may be more turned on than she’s ever been. Toss up between this or that first night at Murray’s. When he kissed her like that she was a goner. She realizes she doesn’t care that they’re in school, that they could get in trouble. Matter of fact she feels like it would feel like a nice and welldeserved fuck you to Carol, Tommy and everyone else in the goddamn school, to let Jonathan fuck her right here, right now. But that’s only a secondary reason. The main reason to do it is because she really, really, really wants Jonathan to fuck her right now. She couldn’t care less where they were.

She figures she should probably let him know.

”Jonathan,” she says in a husky voice between kisses.

”What?” He murmurs before capturing her lips again.

”Fuck me.”

He looks to deep into her eyes. A year ago he told her that people sometimes don’t say what they’re really thinking but if you could capture the right moment it said more. When he stares at her like that she thinks he must realize that he doesn’t need a photograph to analyze this, she said just what she was thinking. He seems to come to the same conclusion because he captures her lips again with even more assertiveness.

His mouth moves down to that sweet spot on her neck again while she strokes him through his jeans. She’ll get a love bite there. People might comment on it but she really don’t care about that. She fiddles with the button and the zipper, reaches into his boxers and pulls his cock out. It’s already pretty stiff but grows in length and gets even harder as she strokes it. He moans against her neck.

Thank God she wore a skirt today. She scoots even closer to edge of the counter, to him, and folds it up over her waist. She begs him with her eyes to pull down her panties and he’s not slow to grant her request. She shudders when he strokes her with his thumb briefly.

And again when he enters her with a moan. He bends forward a bit to get a good angle and starts to thrust. She kisses him again, mostly to quiet her moaning. He fills her. He feels perfect. Against her, in her.

She can’t hide her moans in his mouth anymore when he speeds up, that won’t work. So she sinks her lips into his neck instead. They already have matching scars on their hands, might aswell have matching love bites, she thinks.

But then she has to lean back on the counter because it’s killing her to sit up in the previous position. And oh God he reaches even deeper now. She pulls her sweater up and cups one of her breasts and plays with the nipple. He looks down at her with a look in his eye like she’s the most wondrous sight in the universe. He keeps a steady hold of her hip with his right hand but reaches out for her other breast with his left. God yes. She bites her lip as he cups her hand over it and rubs circles over her nipple while he keeps pumping into her pussy.

After awhile it starts to build up. Biting her lip won’t be enough, she knows. And he seems to be able to read her correctly too. Just when the orgasm rolls over her he clamps his hand over her mouth instead to silence her moans. It’s his scarred hand, she realizes. And somehow that turns her on aswell. Her orgasm sends him over the edge too and he comes inside of her. When it ebbs out he moves his hand from her mouth. They just breathe for a few seconds before his cock slides out of her and she sits up and kisses him again.

”That was amazing,” she states, pulling her panties up and folding her skirt down.

”Yeah,” he agrees while zipping up, finally looking more relaxed.

”I love you.”

”I love you.”

He helps her down from the counter. When her feet touch the ground she realizes that her legs feel like jelly. She has to balance herself against him and the counter for a second. He starts to laugh. What a wonderful sound. But still.

”Shut up,” she tries to say with a straight face. ”Make yourself useful and find my bra instead, where the hell did it go?”

He can’t stop laughing now but he does find her bra. She tries and fails to stifle back a grin while she puts it back on. She pulls down her sweater again and fixes her outfit. He’s collected himself now. She looks him over. Standing on her tiptoes she fixes his ruffled up hair and presses a kiss to his cheek.

”So, screw them. Don’t let them get to you,” she says.

”Yeah,” he answers.

She unlocks the door, takes his hand and together they head out of the darkroom into the world.