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mynameismckenziemae · 1 month ago

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🕸mm’s kinktober 2024🕷

Handjobs// Breast Worship

(Bob Floyd x Female Reader)

^the picture is for the homecoming vibes alone. The only physical description below is reader has hair long enough to feel between Bob’s fingers.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only! MDNI!

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Bob Floyd loves everything about your body; the way your hair feels between his fingers, how your eyes fill with tears as his cock pushes between your pretty lips, the way his thumbs fit perfectly in the dimples above your ass when he takes you from behind, how your thighs tighten around your ears when he feasts between them on your sweet pussy like it’s his last meal. But his favorite part?

Your breasts.

The way they feel in his hands, how your nipples tighten at his touch, and God, the sounds you make when you fall apart from his mouth of them alone.

You knew he’d lose his mind when he saw you waiting to pick him up after the endless 3-month deployment in the little sundress that frames them perfectly.

“Hey sweetheart,” he breathes as he drops his bags and pulls you into his arms, “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

“God, I’ve missed-“ your reply is cut short when he presses his lips to yours.

Hot, needy arousal pulses through your veins before settling between your thighs as his hands run down your back, settling right above your ass. You almost break away when you feel the heck of your dress tickling your upper thighs, about to reveal your lack of undergarments to the whole squad, but then your tongue touches his and his cock twitches against your belly, and suddenly nothing else matters besides getting him home, fuck, just even to the car…

But a loud wolf-whistle to your left breaks the spell.

When you pull away, Bob’s face is flushed pink, and yours looks the same by the heat rising up your neck.

“You guys can have your hot reunion sex later,” Rooster grins, putting an arm around each of your shoulders, “We promised Nix we’d celebrate her birthday as soon as we’re stateside.”

“We did, didn’t we,” Bob sighs, straightening his glasses and discreetly adjusting himself in his khakis while throwing you an apologetic look.

“Ya mind giving us a ride, darlin’?” Jake asks as he picks up Bob’s larger duffle so he has a free hand to hold yours, “Mickey was the only one smart enough to drive here.”

“Sure,” you smile, wanting to cry but not letting it show.

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“New dress,” Bob observes as he brings you a drink shortly after arriving, shamelessly eyeing your chest.

“Mhmm,” you confirm as your lips wrap around the straw, which catches his gaze next, “You like it?”

He chuckles as he takes a step closer to trail his calloused fingertip over your suddenly-heaving chest, “I love it.”

“Want to see what’s underneath?” You whisper, continuing when he gives an eager nod, “Then meet me in Penny’s bathroom in 5.”

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“Nothing,” Bob breathes against your lips as he cups your breasts through just the thin cotton covering them, “There’s nothing underneath.

“Nope,” you reply breathlessly as he begins to kiss a path down your jaw to your ear.

“God, I missed you so much,” he groans into your ear, making you shiver. “I’ve missed these so much.”

“Yeah?” You sigh, pulling down the front of your dress when he moves lower, kissing down your neck, “Show me how much.”

“Yes ma’am,” he smiles against your clavicle before he pulls back to take a good look at the tits that he’s jerked off to countless times over the past 3 months. “Fuck,” he swallows before leaning in.

“Fuck!” You agree with a hiss as he latches on to your left one, sucking so hard you feel the tug in your pussy while pinching the other. “Yes, baby. Just like that.”

He just groans in reply before releasing it with a pop to soothe the pinched one with his tongue, alternating rough and gentle touches just the way you like.

“Gonna play with these all night,” Bob pants when he takes a second to breathe, his eyes transfixed on his fingers continuing the sweet torture. “Make you cum again and again.”

“I wanna cum now,” you whine softly, hand sliding into his hair to pull him back in. “Please?”

It only takes a few more swipes of his tongue and pulls of his fingers before you’re there. Your mouth falls open with a silent scream as you shutter through your orgasm.

Bob’s kissing you before you can catch your breath, rutting against your hip with desperate moans.

“W-wait,” you put your hand against his chest and he pauses immediately.

“What’s wrong?” He straightens his glasses to look at you, “did-“

“I want you to cum on me,” you interrupt, using the new space between you to undo his pants before pushing them down. Your right hand grasps him while your left trails across your still-bare breasts, “Right here.”

“Fuckkkkk,” he groans, so pent up from the months without you that he’s cumming only after a few pulls.

“Let’s go home,” you say shakily, gathering his warm release on your fingertips before licking it off.

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@seitmai

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boypied · 3 months ago

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pairings: ghostface!mickey altieri x male reader

request: mickey altieri fucking his petite bubble boyfriend in his ghost face costume and the reader gets turned on by the knife.

warnings: SMUT, anal sex, roleplay, knife play.

You run up the stairs, slamming your bedroom door shut. Ghostface was after you, knife and everything. He wasn't going to back down until you were dead, he banged against the door, you let out a scream. You get down on the floor as he barges in, you're half under the bed your back arched. Ghostface grabs you from under the bed and throws you against the bed causing you to bounce slightly, he pulls the mask off with a concerning look on his face "I'm not scaring you right?" He asks worriedly, you pull yourself out of the victim trance "Mickey, you literally killed two people today" I say to him dumbfounded.

He rolls his eyes pulling the mask back on, you nod your head to him wanting him to continue. You begin breathing heavily as he stands above you, "Please don't kill me!" You beg to the killer above you, he just turns his head to the side as he looks down at you. Ghostface Mickey tears your shirt off revealing your bare body to him as he begins to trace the knife across your skin gently grazing it "oh Mr Ghostface please don't hurt me" you beg which causes Mickey to let out a laugh as he pulls his mask back off again, "You sound like a bad porno" he says which causes you to laugh. You roll your eyes as Mickey pulls his mask back on "Just go along with it.!" You beg to him as he leans down to tear your shorts off revealing your jockstrap, he traces the knife over your pretty pink hole.

You whimper as you feel the cold steel of the knife trace against your tight pucker, you can hear Mickey's breathing pick up and the bulge against the ghostface gown grows, Mickey stabs the knife down in the mattress next to you pulling up his gown to reveal his pre-cum leaking throbbing cock. It's been a hot minute since you and Mickey last fucked, he's been busy trying to kill your 'friend' Sidney. Your hole gets coated in his pre-cum as he gently pushes his tip against your hole, the slick wetness of the pre-cum causes him to easily slip inside you without a warning which causes you to gasp out, you stare up at the Ghostface mask above you causing you to bite your lip.

He bucks his hips into you, throwing his head back as your hole tightens around him still getting use to his size since it's been a while. Mickey leans his head down, the mask and your face inches from eachother, he pulls your legs up to widen your hole making it easier for him to hit your sweet spot causing you to let out sultry moans which makes him want to fuck you harder and faster, "fuck me Mr Ghostface!" You whimper out. Your hands shoot down to grip your balls and jerk your cock off, wanting this feeling of pleasure to last for eternity. Mickey picks the knife back up and gently traces it across your neck, he turns his head like a Psycho killer.

You've always found this side of Mickey attractive, even though he is probably clinically insane atleast he treats you right and can make you cum like no man has ever before him. He traces the knife down your chest gently moving it over your erect nipples, causing pleasure to shoot up and down your body as the cold steel grazes your nipples. You can't exactly see it but you know that Mickey has a huge smirk under the mask he loves how horny and whore-y you get when he fucks you like this, especially when there is a knife involved.

He grips your hip with one hand and grazes the knife across your skin with the other. You bite your lip to hold back from screaming, with each thrust Mickey hit your sweet spot and with each jerk of your cock you edged yourself closer and closer to reaching the climax you've been dying for. With one more thrusts against your sweet spot, a jerk of your cock and a drag of metal steel against your chest you shot your load. Your ropes off cum hits your chest and some of it reaches as far as your face. Mickey let's out a gasp under the gasp as you tighten your hole around his cock causing him to shoot his load inside of you "FUCK!" He shouts through the mask as his cum fills you up.

He pumps himself into your boy-pussy a couple more times before he pulls out of your hole with a pop, laying down on the bed next to you. He pulls the mask off, breathing heavily before he pulls himself up "I gotta go kill Cici" he mumbles to you while kissing your lips and licking up some of the cum on your face

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tastesousweet · 5 months ago

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (xi) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9 p10

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : a birthday, a bracelet, and brash decisions

warnings : angst(ish), fluffy, mentions of alcohol and weed, sort of proofread

mickey speaks : if you need a refresher on this series here's a little recap here; otherwise i hope you all enjoyyyyy!!!!

THIS IS PART ELEVEN, U SHOULD KNOW TO READ THE OTHERS FIRST BY NOW...

your rekindling with matt has become far from friendly very quickly.

after your fruitful trip to santa monica you were quickly back to regularly texting (and eventually touching) each other.

it's hard to forget the sight of matt, hair tussled after removing his hood and eyes distracted by your appeal as he breathlessly asked you to kiss him only a few weeks ago in the dark movie theater.

your eyes widened as you turned to face him and smirk through your mouthful of popcorn slowly, "what?" you whispered.

"want you to kiss me. please." his body language was so obviously frustrated by the distance that damn arm rest had put between you two. and frustrated by his crave for your taste ever since the pier.

your tongue began to poke into the back of your mouth to fight a kernel out of your hard molars, "matt- there's like people everywhere..." you'd lift yourself forward to glance around at the many heads facing the screen in front of you.

matt reached for your hand, bringing you back to him, "hey," he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, "they won't mind... s'not like i'm gonna start moanin' and shit."

your smile grew and before you sunk any deeper into the seat you were reaching to meet his lips for a swift chaste kiss. just as you pulled away matt was quick to take hold of your neck and whisper "the fuck was that? give me a proper kiss, c'mon sunny" against your pursed lips.

and you did; you kissed him hard because you too had been holding back a yearn for this ever since the pier. you kissed him to tell him everything he'd been making you feel. with these flirty ass friendship dates he'd been taking you on- only he'd still be quick to defend them as nothing serious or more than friends.

but how could he when he's the one interrupting your friendship time for a kiss with chemistry that could never be twisted into some platonic bullshit?

it seems you're a full, hot air balloon and he's just far too scared of the heights you'll take him. unsure of giving up his own control for the rewarding views you'd share with him.

your heads bobbed as your faces moved as one. your eyes remained pinched shut when he finally backed away and wiped the corner of your full lips softly. "mmm, thanks," he'd breathe and peek his tongue out over his lips.

"thanks," you'd mock and giggle as you push his face away from you, taking a sip of your cherry red slushy to coat his addictive taste with a sugary sweetness on your tongue.

since that moment shared in the dark, there were plenty of secret kisses and heated fuckings whenever you'd both get the time alone. there was no trivial conversation to establish what exactly you both would be reengaging as; no points made about exclusivity, no confession of adoration, no signs of steadiness.

but you think matt makes up for this with the way he's been treating you. his shell gone a little soft and his demeanor all the more trusting.

you both avoid the erin thing. except for when you innocently sneak her name into your conversations just to see how his face may change or his lips may twitch, hiding a small smirk- but your intentions are never questioned by matt. and you can't tell if that's his way of communicating that erin is no longer on his radar or him allowing you settle in your ignorance. both options would drive you crazy if you're honest.

it took some self reflecting and ranting voice memos recorded alone in your car for you to forgive erin- you knew she did nothing truly unforgivable to you, but her comment calling you a bitch was the perfect catalyst for your resentment.

you wanted to use something as petty as that to cut her off- knowing you and matt were on speaking terms again and if you'd gotten with him officially, in some convoluted and fucked up way, you would escape any violation of a girl-code principle.

except you both are too good of friends to fall out due to something so silly (and you were completely delusional to think you could handle the thought of someone being mad at you that intensely). erin had texted you almost a week after the exchange, claiming to have missed you and wanting to meet for lunch.

luckily she didn't bring matt up, you'd probably spill your water all over your shirt and blow your cover completely. instead you both apologized and held a long conversation of catch up, interrupted by bites of tacos and scoops of salsa.

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you should have known andrea was dead serious when she’d told you that she’d make you a frozen strawberry margarita (her at-home specialty) as soon as the clock struck twelve on your birthday.

you both had a ball, drinking two margaritas in the span of an hour and dancing together in the kitchen while “in da club” by 50 cent plays repeatedly.

and you’d never have expected to be interrupted with a text from matt that you read while slurping the last of your drink:

MATT - 1:37 AM

Hey come downstairs rq I’m at ur place

Y/N - 1:37 AM

mmkay…….

“drea ill be right back… left something in my car,” your voice is distracted and your eyes are still on your phone as you drift towards your front door and slide into the closest pair of sandals lying by.

“okay? do you want me to come too?! it’s dark out.” she furrows her eyebrows and speaks through chews of strawberry.

MATT - 1:38 AM

So many dots ……. lol

MATT - 1:38 AM

Can you come here quicker 😘

a smile grows when the texts form on your screen, “um no i’ll be fine, it’ll be quick.” you open the door without further conversation, rushing down the first few flights of stairs before walking slowly down the final flight to catch your breath (not wanting matt to think you were in too much of a rush to see him).

your eyes find his figure quickly with the soft warm street lighting hitting him as he perches against the wall of your complex. when he sees you his face exposes a toothy grin as he tucks his phone away.

the closer you get the more giddy you feel. “hi matt,” you greet reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, connecting your bodies in a gentle hug. matt’s arms hold your waist and he breathes in your hair’s smell of sweet vanilla.

“mmm, hi sunny,” he pulls away first to cradle your face in his left palm, kissing your cheek then your lips. you move a hand to hold his wrist, smiling into the kiss and allowing matt to have a proper taste of the sugary margarita you were just sipping on.

you both pull away when the kiss gets too intense, matt breathes heavily as you wipe your mouth and smile up at him. “why’re you here?”

“well it’s your birthday… wanted to stop by and say hi and shit,” he licks over his teeth before returning a smile to you, he still keeps a hand on your waist running his fingers over your skin.

and his response makes your head spin. because, yes, of course matthew would think something like driving all the way to your house in the middle of the night just to “say hi” on your birthday is casual and would not fuck with a girl’s head. only he could so confidently trick himself (and you) into thinking like that.

he shrugs, looking at your mouth as he moves his thumb over your bottom lip for a second, “and i was already out, you know, your place was on my way home anyway.” there’s the cover up you were searching for. something, anything that he can pull out of his ass to remind you this is nothing romantic in the slightest.

you nod slightly as you adjust the small chain around his neck, his eyes still on you, “what were you possibly out doing this late?” you glance your eyes up to him then back to the necklace, “fucking around with whatever girl put you on to that little kissy-face emoji?”

matt laughs at your accusation, “damn, i’m a slut for using emojis now?!”

“you were a slut before the emojis,” you joke, “matt you’ve never used an emoji when texting me ever and it’s hard to believe you did that without some girl telling you it’s cute.”

matt reaches up to squish your cheeks together and gain your eye contact again, “hey you fuckin’ sunbum, you told me to start using emojis more. remember that? ‘cause they make everything funnier’” he uses air quotes when saying your words back to you.

he laughs when he sees the realization dawn on you, you push his hands away from your face. “okay, yeah that was me… and i stand by that!” you push him away to avoid laughing with him, “well, i guess i'll go back in my house now.” you dramatically sigh and back away.

“oh so you want me to give you your gift tomorrow?”

“gift? oh matt how you spoil me,” you gawk, adding a posh accent along the way.

“mhm, c’mere it’s in my car,” he begins to walk away and you follow. you lean against the car as he opens his door and looks for the present.

eventually matt’s head peeks out, “might be better if you just come in here too.”

“is your gift sex? we both know that’s all that would come from me getting in that car matt…”

matt's eyes get wide at your suggestion and he chuckles a bit as he shuts the door. he then moves to enclose you against his car and kiss you, giving you an out of breath confession throughout: “i like when you’re” kiss, “tipsy and just say” kiss, “like, the most direct shit.” kiss.

“i like it when you come to my house in the middle of the night just to kiss me.”

“mm yeah, i like it when we’re alone and you start talkin’ to me about the most random shit just because,” matt feels so comfortable with you at times like this. when it feels like you two are in your own bubble that cannot be popped.

“i bet you do,” you smile, enjoying his ability to make you giddy. “did you get your hair cut?” you draw your hands through his hair softly.

matt scrunched his face the slightest bit, “like, the tiniest trim. that’s crazy you noticed though.”

“it looks nice.”

“thank you.”

“can i have my gift now?”

matt’s immediately scrambling to grab the gift from his pocket. he presents it to you, placing the small box in your hand.

“oh god, what the fuck did you get me?” you pull the top off and see a bracelet lying on top of a layer of black foam.

“it’s an italian charm bracelet,” he watches you glance and feel over the silver bracelet, “fuckin’ sick, huh?”

“thank you,” you turn it over and your stomach falls sick at the sight of a frank ocean lyric engraved into the metal: i been thinking bout you.

matt continues to talk as you process, “yeah, and we can try to find more charms for some of the empty slots.”

you nod and ask him to put it on you. once it clasps he looks to you, “do you like it?”

“yeah, of course i do. thank you so much matt,” you try not to get emotional about it, instead distracting the both of you with a kiss that lasts for far too long matt pulls back with your hands still holding his face not too far from your own. “hi," you prompt him to say something rather than just look into your eyes.

he smiles, "hi. i gotta get home soon. it’s past my bed time and you know i live with two patrol dogs- probably barking in my phone right now.”

you laugh softly, “yeah, i know. i need to go to sleep too, andrea’s probably sending out missing persons reports. but i'll see you at my dinner tomorrow night, right?”

“yes ma’am.”

“perfect,” you hug him once more before you both unravel from each other. you watch as he gets into his car and when you walk away he starts signaling you to come back by flashing his bright headlights then waving you over.

he rolls his window down and you lean against it, “forgot to say ‘goodnight’ to the pretty birthday girl,” he whispers to you making you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“goodnight matt,” you reciprocate, trying not to turn into mush with how his eyes are admiring your entire face so unapologetically.

“and one more kiss for the road?”

you agree with a nod and allow him to peck you one last time, "m'kay bye matt, be good!"

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you shut your front door slowly and turn around to see andrea giggling, sipping another margarita as she plays with your car keys.

“you made another marg without me?” you call out.

“i had all the time in the world up here might as well,” she continues to sip and spin your keys.

“mmm, yeah ‘m sorry i took so long,” you begin to look through your fridge for any snacks when it clicks for you.

“that’s okay,” she picks up her straw and sucks some of her drink from the bottom of the straw, “i’m sure it was hard to find what ever you left without your keys.”

your change in demenor gives away everything.

“so were you just never gonna tell me you’re with matt?”

you turn around and she stops spinning the keys around her finger abruptly. “drea…”

she laughs, “no, no it’s fine. i mean, i definitely thought we told each other everything but- how long have you two been together?”

you move closer to her spot on the couch, “we’re not together.”

her eyes about fall out of her skull, “what the fuck do you mean you’re not together?! that makes it worse! if what i saw said anything it was you two are the most together ‘not together’ people i’ve ever met.”

“what all did you see?” you throw your head into a pillow on the couch.

“well when i realized you left your keys i went downstairs to bring you them but then i’m down there and immediately see you two kissing and holding onto each other like he’d just been at war for years-”

you visibly cringe and andrea shakes her head, “no i think it’s cute. i was just shocked, thinking i was imagining shit. i had to just turn around and come back up here. i hope you’re proud you know it’s hard for me to hold my tongue, i was ready to fucking scream.”

you hold the pillow your face was resting on, “i’m so proud of you.”

“… so i need some context please.” she offers you a sip of her drink.

you take a large sip from the straw before responding, "we just y'know... fuck around. he's very sure that there's nothing serious between us so. yeah."

"i'm sorry what? he told you that? and you, the most lovable bitch i know, are okay with that shit?!"

you reach for her drink and sip some more as she speaks and nodding your head along, "yes, unfortunately. but i'm, like, fine. i know i can't change him and if i can only have him like this then i'll take what i can get." andrea looks a little lost and baffled by your words. as if you'd just spoke an entirely different language.

"dre i know i sound desperate and stupid as fuck but i think that's exactly what i am at this point..."

she silently moves closer to you, wrapping her arms around you for a tight hug, "y/n you're so smart, just blinded right now by an idiot man of a crush. i can't believe you hid all of this- you haven't even spoke kindly about this man since like april. rem and i thought his mega ego turned you off his ass."

you giggle through another sip and begin to shake your head slowly, "nope... his evilness reeled me in and got me bad."

andrea laughs, "clearly you horny bitch! wow, you've held out on me so much- i need to know details."

you nod and begin to pull yourslef from the couch, heading over to the kitchen, "i'm gonna need us to start blending more drinks to get through all this shit."

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"hey, yeah, we're here with the party?" matt inquires to the host, lifting the small giftbag as if he needed to provide proof.

"great, they should be right down the hall and out in the patio section."

"thanks," matt dryly replies, walking towards chris and tugging his shoulder. "'s this way."

chris follows matt with a nod and his hands shoved into the pockets of his jean shorts. his face brightens immediately when approaching the full table, "hey guys what's up?!" as everyone welcomes them to he stops by andrea's seat, wrapping an arm around her lovingly and asking her how she's been. he seals their interaction with a forehead kiss before moving on to the chair next to her and greeting you with a 'happy birthday' and soft shoulder squeeze.

"what took you guys so long?" remi asks.

"i would give details but already we had a whole debacle during the car ride and matt's still a little sensitive about it," chris snickers while he takes a seat next to matt, giving him a lighthearted clap on the back.

matt begins to sarcastically laugh to himself, "alright chill out bud."

"hey, it's probably best if you both just shut the fuck up and eat some of this pasta i got. here." nick suggests, moving his plate of scraps between them.

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your dinner was as perfect as it could be.

you enjoyed your food quite a bit and having your friends all together is always something you cherish. you were happy to have gotten to speak with everyone in attendance even if your gaze continued to make its way back to matt, who was usually looking at you as well.

after experiencing the full restaurant staff's loud birthday chant (which only you, andrea, and remi seemed to enjoy and sing along with), you all made your way back to your shared apartment to eventually end the night.

the apartment is loud. music screaming out of speakers and voices speaking over each other. and amongst all of the ruckus andrea sends you on a mission to gather guests orders (she's taken it upon herself to play bartender for the night).

"nickk," you string out the syllables in his name as you practically lie on top of him when squeezing yourself onto his beanbag.

"y/nn" he returns the tone of voice.

"what do you wanna drink?" you click your purple glitter pen with enthusiasm and flip onto a random page in an abandoned notebook you'd just found in your closet.

"hhmmm," he rubs over his chin and pinches his eyes, "let me get your specialty- as long as its sweet. you know i hate hate hate that bitter shit!"

"yes diva, i will get you something so sweet and soooo special, don't you even worry." you write down 'nicky - sweet special'

you approach everyone, making your list of drinks along the way, before eventually nearing matt. he's slouched on the couch, phone in hand while taking long drags from asha's pen.

you place each of your hands on his knees and lean close to ask him what he'd like to drink. he smiles at first and drops his phone on his stomach as he sits up to be at level with you. "i want whatever you've had tonight. how the fuck are you tipsy already?"

you laugh, "it's my birthday, i ask the questions."

"okay but pregaming dinner is crazy," his face crinkles a bit as he laughs.

you roll your lips into your mouth realizing just how close you are to his face and feeling the smallest inkling to crawl onto matt's lap and kiss him right here.

he feels it too. especially with you leaning over him and your tits threatening to spill out of that tight dress. he just lets out a breath and reaches for your notebook and pen next to him, writing his order down for you.

just as he goes to speak again there's a knock against your door.

"y/n can you get that! i hope it's not one of our neighbors..." andrea exclaims while turning down the music.

matt's shocked by how quickly your warm hands leave his legs and you're off to answer the front door. you peer through the peep-hole and laugh, "oh my god, it's lucas!" you unlock and open the door.

"happy fucking birthday!" he pulls you in for a side hug and squeezes the fullest part of your hip as you smile against his chest that smells faintly of weed and warm amber. "what's up girl, how was dinner?" he feathers a small kiss to the top of your head and grins as you begin to overly explain every part of your birthday.

matt thinks lucas showing up to your after party is weird and bizarre as fuck. he never realized you were close with him, because when and why do you have time to talk to some pothead goof like him? and why's he holding onto you so much? and why are you so fucking happy about it?

matt bites at his bottom lip harshly, as he stares. he can only let this go on for so long before he's making his way across the room to redirect you. he and lucas make eye contact first, lucas quips his head, "heyy matt!"

"hey, man." man shortly replies with a fake smile, then looks to you, "you gonna get those drinks for your guests?" he raises the notebook.

your eyes widen, "oh shit- i totally forgot." you pull yourself from lucas to grab the notebook, thanking matt before suggesting lucas follow you so that he can get a drink and put the bottle of tequila he brought in the freezer.

matt internally twitches his eyes, but externally tightens his lips and walks away from the abandoned spot.

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with everyone two shots and two drinks drunker, the karaoke machine is put to use; you and andrea are now sexy dancing in the living room as asha sings a rendition "london bridge" by fergie.

nick of course sings adlibs and absolutely hollers whenever one of you drop yourselves low enough. its a miracle you haven't received a noise complaint yet.

as for matt, he's decided to play into erin's interest due to his lack of entertainment from you. he's looking deeply in her eyes, playing with her fingers, glancing down at her lips. you see it all; only you're the type to bitterly down a shot while watching from afar or whisper a sly comment into andrea's ear in the middle of dancing (to which andrea motions her finger into her mouth as if to gag at matt's actions).

you've yet to confront him, instead letting him waste his time with her.

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two hours after everyone agreed to go to bed, you're woken up by a few taps on your shoulder and whispers of your name.

"please- 'm tired..." you whine into your pillow.

you feel a kiss to your shoulder that draws you to at least peek your eye open. and of course matt is there- shaggy hair and shirt left somewhere in your living room.

the soft glow of your yellowed night light hits him enough for you to recognize every part of him, "matt." is all you huff before turning over.

"yeah? hey, can i be in here with you? for a sec" his voice stays at a whisper as he softly begins to move you over, "come on sunny, why y'bein' stubborn?"

you sigh and lift your head up, keeping your eyes shut as you allow your words to come out louder than you mean, "why were you flirtin' with her?!"

"shhhh! you're loud as fuck. stop it." matt's made his way under your comforter and his audacity is pissing your drunk brain off.

you pettily kick at his side and push his chest until he lifts himself up, "ow! what the fuck y/n?"

"matt why are you in here? go to sleep."

"you want me to go?"

"yeah, if you want to be holding up on erin you can go lay with her on that couch, right?"

"that's not what happened but whatever." matt shakes his head slowly and wipes a hand over his face.

"no. it's not 'whatever' matt! you were selfish. it's my fucking birthday i expected at least a little more respect from you- but clearly i'm nothing but a bird bitch to you or something."

"you know that's not how i think of you."

"do i?"

he sits closer to you, "no matter what i'm your friend at the end of the day."

if only he knew that's exactly what you'd hate to hear from him right now, "okay."

"okay."

you hold your head for a few moments before lying down and tugging the comforter over your body once more, "i don't feel like talking about this shit right now, matt. can you just come here and kiss me please?"

he nods silently, moving as close as possible so you both can kiss each other to sleep.

lil insta blurb for this chapter! (you dont need to see this for plot info)

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Delirious

Lip Gallagher x reader fluff

Warning: A very soft and cuddly Lip Gallagher

(Thank you to @theitgirlnetwork for checking my work before I posted it 😅)

Enjoy!

You immediately shot up from the Gallagher’s couch when you heard the door click open and sighed with relief. They were finally home.

After a lot of annoying jabs from his siblings (some pleading from you), and the convenient dental insurance that his new job came with, Lip had finally decided to get his wisdom teeth out, and thank god too. He would never admit it, but it was starting to hurt like a bitch. It was just going to be a simple routine surgery, you knew he would be fine, but that still didn’t stop you from fidgeting and worrying all day. you had wanted to tag along but had been immediately turned down by Ian and Mickey who were picking him up from the dentist’s office, (Mickey would never miss an opportunity to see his brother-in-law hopped up on drugs and making an ass out of himself) they knew you would get upset and work yourself up. No matter how little of a dosage he would be on

Lip hadn’t wanted you to see him like that, so reluctantly, you stayed home.

“Alright, come on.” You walked over to help Ian who currently had Lip’s arm slung over his shoulder, struggling to get him inside. Mickey was following behind, phone in his hand recording with a smirk on his face.

“Hey, thanks for the help asshole” He glared at his boyfriend as he pulled his limp brother along.

“No problem.” Mickey smiled as he made a beeline for the kitchen.

“Is he okay?” you asked Ian as you gently pushed some of Lip’s curls back. He instantly melted into your touch as his eyes glazed over. He then reached over to grab your wrist and squeezed it affectionately. Well… that’s new. You thought as you squeezed back. It’s not that Lip wasn’t much for physical touch, in fact, once you started dating, he realized he preferred it, always choosing gentle kisses and soft touches (among other things) as his way of saying “I love you”, but public affection? Usually just a simple pull of your belt loop, or grazing of one anothers fingers would be the most on display.

Ian sighed as he wiped his forehead, “Yeah, he’s alright, just kinda’ out of it, the doctor said it should wear off in a bit, he should probably take his pills though.’’ You go to follow in pursuit, when a hand pulls you back down.

“Lip? You okay?” He responds by taking a piece of your hair and analyzing it with precision.

“I’ve seen you b’fore”

You giggle as you reach up to stroke his swollen cheeks, you decide, why not? Might as well take advantage of the situation before his stubborn pride comes back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah… you been around” he analyzes you once more, “You’re hot”

You can’t help but grin at his comment, although dumb, has you blushing like a schoolgirl. “Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself”. Ian entered the room with a glass of water and pills in his hand.

“Ian!” Lip whispers with no attempt at being quiet, “ook at er! She’s so hot! Isn’t she so hot?”

“Mhm, come on, you need to take this”

“She is so pretty!” Lip turns to you and boops your nose, “you’re ‘ust a pretty, pretty little lady-”

You lean in to cup his cheek and whisper. “Hey.. do you want to know something crazy?”

Lip, now absentmindedly playing with your fingers, whispers back to match your volume, “Yeah?”

“I’m your girlfriend”

“No!”

“Uh huh”

“I ont believe you”

“Would you like me to prove it to you?” Before you wait for an answer, you gently grab his chin, as he had done for you thousands of times, and place a long, sweet kiss on his lips. When you look back, he looks as though he could melt right there, in your hands. Usually you were the one that got flustered and awe-struck by Lip and his flirting, it was fun to be on the receiving end”

“You guys done?” Ian asked sardonically as he still stood in front of you, pills in hand.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ Phillip, you’re such a pussy-wipped little bitch”

“Shut up Mickey”

Well, this would be a fun couple of hours.

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landograndprix · 1 year ago

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「Feel the magic ๛ l.n」

part xv

✧.* adjusting to your new lifestyle has never been easier with lando by your side

✧.* just something peaceful and sweet after the last chapter 🥰 this is a psa for the people who wanted to be on my taglist but never got tagged, i didn't forget or ignore you, I simply am unable to tag you and therefore removed you from the list feel free to ask me again so I can take a look at it. Taglist is open Love ya ❤️

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norry4 well at least you can joke about it 😭

carlandooo good to see you're doing okay! <3

hamilt44n love that the color of your cast matches with your nails 😂

y/nlandooo so happy to see you're doing great and are spending time with your family!

bott_ass please I'm so happy to see you living your farm life again, it's been too long since we got to see the animals 😭

sharl16 I can't explain it but the duck and y/n have the same vibe

landonorris who's that handsome guy?

y/nusername Mickey 🐴

landonorris I wasn't talking about the horse

y/nusername well I am..

norrizz pls get married, have babies, grow old together, stay together forever 😭😭😭

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yukisan wish I could spend all day in bed..

hamilt44n girl we don't get to see what she does all day and so what, give her a break 💀

norrizz my girl is chilling like she should!

maxmaxmax oh to be an animal in y/n's household :(

landonorris that should be me in your bed

y/nusername shouldn't have fled the country then

landonorris someone's gotta make a living..

landoscar girl it's in the middle of summer why you cuddled up in thick blankets 😭

norry4 man of the house? Lando has left the chat 😂

grussell63 something tells me lando doesn't have a say in this house 😂

landonorris you're right

grussell63 im sorry 😭😭

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maxmaxmax now who's idea was it to have a boat day knowing damn well y/n can't go in the water with her cast 😭

fewtrelllando the besties back together once again 🥰

julieeeexo couldn't they find something else to do..idk, something that can be done with a cast lmfao

y/nusername it was my idea and I did dip my feet in the water, that was enough to cool me down 😉

norry4 don't know why y'all are freaking out, let them do their thing

cecilemoulin great great great great great day ❤️

maxfewtrell did you have a great day?

bott_ass good to see y'all back together, I was getting worried 😭

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fictionalcharactersaremypassion · 1 month ago

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Mickey didn't usually take the kid grocery shopping but this Saturday, Lana plainly told him that she was busy so he'd have to watch over him- which could've meant anything. He was fairly sure she'd said that so she could have some time to herself, and had problem with interrupting his time to himself.

Fuckin' fine.

So here they were, going through the aisles while Yev did his best to pull the cart, standing on his tiptoes to reach the handle.

"Daddy, can we get cookies?"

"Sure, whatever," Mickey answered distractedly. He was usually here alone, usually every weekend around the same time.

Yev cheered, tossing in the package of chocolate chip.

"Daddy," he said for the umpteenth time that morning, "what's banging mean?"

"What?" He turned to face his son.

"Aunt Mandy said you needed to bang people," Yev reminded him. Shit, he heard that.

Yeah, Mandy opened her big fucking mouth when she found out that he didn't have any weekend plans. Said he needed to get out there and bang somebody.

"Nothing, forget about it," Mickey wasn't about to explain any of this to a six year old. He tried to focus on the shelf in front of him but Yev was stubborn.

"But what does it mean?"

"Nothing," Mickey said, only for his arm to be tugged on relentlessly. "Yev, quit it!"

"I wanna knowww," Yev whined. "Please?"

What the fuck ever. "Fine, it means-" He thought about it real quick, "to hangout in a special way that only grown ups do. Got it?"

Yev looked thoughtful. "Oh."

"Yeah. Now let go and stand by the cart," Mickey ordered.

"Okay, Daddy!" Yev gave him a sweet smile, as if he hadn't just been a huge annoyance.

Mickey rolled his eyes, ruffling his hair. Fuckin' kids, man.

Thank God Yev wasn't prone to tantrums. He was going through the whole store bouncing and asking if they were going to get this or that and Mickey had to grab him by the shoulders, pulling him close.

"Ay, chill, little man. You want that pizza when we're done, right?"

Yev nodded eagerly.

"Then calm down and stay still," Mickey instructed.

"Okay!" Yev hugged him by the waist, refusing to let go so Mickey had to walk carefully.

"You're a little shithead, you know that?" He muttered.

"Just like Aunt Mandy is a bitch, right?" Yev chose that moment to increase his voice, so Mickey was pretty sure the people a couple of aisles over heard him. On this one, he received a few nasty looks which he ignored.

"Just keep moving," Mickey gave him a gentle push.

"But that's what you say," Yev said, confused. "Cuz Aunt Mandy calls you assface all the time."

"Jesus..." Mickey was ready for this shopping trip to be over already. Next time Lana was gonna take care of the kid. "Let's just go pay for this shit, alright?"

He ushered them over to the checkout area and if he deliberately chose the one with the fucking hot redhead, well it was his fucking business.

The one cashier, Ian, was possibly behind Mickey's reasoning for shopping on this specific day of the week at this specific time. he felt like a fucking teenage girl every time he came here, anticipating on seeing the guy and only talking for a couple minutes at most. But it was this interaction that, even though he hated to admit it, he looked forward to.

Mickey was putting their groceries on the conveyor belt, completely forgetting he had a six year old with him when his son marched up to the front after the customer in front of them went through.

"Hi!"

Mickey's head snapped up.

"Hello there, what's your name?" Ian asked kindly.

"Yevgeny. But my daddy calls Yev," his son said, then tapped his chin with his pointer finger. "He also calls me a shithead."

Ian snorted in surprise. Mickey's face was warming up.

"I didn't know you had a son," Ian said a he began scanning the items.

"Uh...yeah but I ain't together with his mom," Mickey said, trying to come off as nonchalant.

"That's cuz Daddy likes boys," Yev said promptly. "Do you like boys, Mister?"

Stop fucking talking, Mickey groaned internally. Fucking please.

He was about to tell Ian he didn't have to answer, and tell his own kid to shut the fuck up but Ian responded anyway with a big fucking smile.

"I do like boys," he spared Mickey a glance as he'd said it, filling him with fucking hope of all things.

Did this guy, the same guy that Mickey had been wondering about for weeks now - wondering because he didn't pine fuck you very much - just put himself out there that he was interested?

"You do?" Yev's face split into a wide grin. "Does that mean you'll bang my daddy?"

All at once, the time stopped, the earth stopped moving and Mickey thought he heard a faint gasp behind him. All the blood rushed to his face after that.

He wanted to die. Fucking die and let the ground swallow him whole. It would be infinitely better than this hell he'd found himself in.

Mickey didn't even want to know what Ian was thinking right now. He spared a glance at him, seein' his head ducked and shoulders shaking with laughter. "It ain't that fucking funny," he muttered.

Of course, Yev didn't get the fucking hint to shut up and just kept on blabbing. "Aunt Mandy says he needs to bang somebody cuz...cuz he needs to get out there!"

Jesus Christ, why didn't this kid ever shut up?

"Yev, go pick out some candy," Mickey said through grit teeth.

Yev beamed. "Okay!" He immediately went to pick out some candy bars, oblivious to the embarrassment he'd put his father through.

Mickey averted his eyes while waiting for Ian to finish scanning. "Uh, sorry about that, man."

"Don't worry about it," Ian's eyes sparkled with mirth. "He's a cute kid."

"Yeah, sure." He was a lot less cute in times like these. Or when he screamed bloody murder trying to get away from him when it was bath time.

He didn't know if he expected something else to happen or what, but nothing did. Mickey paid, pushed back his disappointment, then took all the groceries and Yev out to the parking lot to start loading up the car.

"You better stop repeating what your aunt says," Mickey scolded his son.

"Why?"

"Cuz-" The word died on his tongue when Ian came out of the store, still dressed in his uniform. He went right towards them, some longer pieces of hair bouncing in the slight breeze.

"Hi, Mister!" Yev exclaimed. "Are you gonna-" Mickey smoothly clasped a hand over his mouth.

"Whaddya need, man?"

"Your number."

Mickey was so surprised that he let go of Yev's mouth. "Yeah?" he said.

"I know you've wanted mine," Ian said, squinting against the sun that was over him. "Why else would you come in my checkout lane every Saturday?"

"Hey, man. Maybe you're just better at it than all those other morons," Mickey knew the guy was right, but he wasn't about to let him know that.

"It's not the only thing I'm better at," Ian winked. Mickey's eyebrows flew up.

And he may or may not have needed to adjust himself when the opportunity arose...

"What else are you better at?" Yev asked innocently.

"I'm really good at video games," Ian came up with a quick lie, giving him a warm smile.

"So is Daddy!"

"Maybe we can test that out sometime?" Ian handed him a torn off piece of a paper that had his number on it. He was already starting to walk away. "I'll see you later-?"

"Mickey," he said.

"I'll see you later Mickey," Ian said and then called, "and you too, Yev!"

"Bye!" Yev shouted. He looked up at Mickey. "Are you gonna bang him, Daddy?"

God, I hope so, Mickey thought.

#shameless #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #ian and mickey #ian x mickey #yevgeny milkovich #shameless fanfiction

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sehnsuchts-trunken · 7 months ago

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I'll Show You Just How Sad I Am

a raymond smith x reader quick little blurb, just 1k words

there's mentions of smut in this so read at your own risk <33 who knows, maybe raymond will make a more regular occurrence on my blog over the next few weeks

here's my masterlist in case you want to check out my other works

"Should be the door to your left, honey."

Your voice is sweet in his ear, a pleasant distraction from the run-down building Mickey had sent him off to. It's smelly and dirty and even though he knows he should most likely feel pity, he's still just as disgusted. He'd be with you in a heartbeat if he could, safe and clean in the comfort of your home.

"Mickey should've sent a cleaning lady", he grunts as he knocks at the door, your chuckle almost making up for the very truthful, thinly veiled anger behind his words.

"Mickey wanted you because you're the best", you recite - you've told him often enough by now that it really is reciting. "And because he trusts you to keep this clean."

Which is easier said than done.

Twenty minutes later, the whole thing's anything but clean.

Sure, he'd very much accomplished bringing Laura home - but he'd also left a dead teenager in a puddle of blood about two stories down from where he should've been sitting.

"Left, left!", you call into the mic. Even though you're far from panicking, you're still much too loud, your voice flowing from his earpiece and stinging his brain.

"I'm trying, darling", he grunts back, breathless and panting as he pushes on, one foot in front of the other on the pavement of some random South London streets.

"I know, I know", you sigh. He isn't sure whether he's actually hearing you chew on your lip or imagining it, but he doesn't really have the capacity to think too much about it at the moment. "He's right in front of you. You've got him, Ray."

Yeah... The only problem is that what you must be seeing as a moving, flashing dot on a digital map, he's seeing as a bunch of teenagers trying to look intimidating. Probably feeling intimidating too. God, this is exactly why he didn't want the job. He isn't made for the fucking low-classed youth.

"You've seen enough?", that bastard of a boy spits at him. "Now I've got backup."

Raymond steadies his hands on his thighs and takes a deep breath in.

"You couldn't back up a phone, you cunt", he rasps, his erratic heartbeat slowly starting to calm back down.

"Raymond", you scold. "That's a child."

"That's a bastard", he mutters, before he finally straightens and tries his best at a somewhat mannered bargain. He's really only here for the fucking phone. He needs those pictures, then he's gone. He doesn't want to leave more unnecessary corpses to take care of.

So he offers them money. Which is something that they should definitely take, just judging by how they look. Plus a visit to a very good psychiatrist. But they don't. It's the same fucking bastard who's taken the pictures in the first case and got him into this mess that refuses - and in such a really stupid way, too: "How 'bout you give us that bag and be gone anyway?" - god, even you let out a choked up laugh at that, your breath carrying through the mic and into Ray's earpiece.

He drops his chin to his chest and shakes his head. What a fucking bunch of idiots. Goddamn it. He can feel his blood boil, hot and hotter.

"It's bait", you mutter, your voice low. "Calm down, love. You've got a machine gun. Use it."

Yeah, fucking hell, it's bait, he knows that. It doesn't change the way he's feeling. But your voice in his ear at least brings him back down to reality.

"Right", he grunts, then he swipes his coat to the side, closes his hand around the grip of the gun and steadies his fingertips against the trigger. He pulls it out in one swift motion, points it at the sky and shoots. For a good three seconds longer than necessary.

"Just like that", you breathe, your grin dripping down onto your voice and melting into his ear like honey. You've really got to stop that, he actually loses his focus for half a moment there and in his line of work, next time that means sure death.

The entire bunch of teenage boys flees - as expected - and in less than a minute, Raymond has the phone pressed into his palm.

"God, sometimes I really hate that I'm not there", you sigh, something in the background ruffling, probably as you shift into a more comfortable position on your chair. "Kinda wish I could've seen you."

"Run after a little cunt like that? You didn't miss anything, darling", he says, turning his head left and right before he strides back towards the car, his steps long and purposeful.

"Turn the corner here", you mutter, your voice taking on that specific tone that tells him there's a lazy grin licking at your lips. He can just imagine how you're looking (especially now that he has the time and freedom of mind for it) - one foot propped up on those bar stools that you'd bought for the kitchen, your equipment organised on the table top in front of you, his shirt hanging from your shoulders and pooling in your lap, your head tilted back and your eyes half-closed as you talk to him.

"I don't mean the little idiot", you go on, undeterred even as he narrowly avoids a trash can. Fuck, you really distract him too much. "I'm talking about you. God, you sounded so hot I wanted to jump at you. Actually scratch that, I still do."

He lets out a chuckle as he spots the car, his steps slowing. He should hurry up, he knows that. But he's got you in his ear, talking in that sweet voice of yours about just how much he affects you. He can't pass up on that.

"You're a little fuckin' minx, darling", he mutters with a grin, throwing a glance over his shoulder to check if there's any possibility he could be overheard. He doesn't necessarily feel like making your conversation public, even as you hum into the microphone.

"Yeah, but yours", you mumble. It sounds like you're almost proud of that. "Here's an idea, love: Get back home before I finish my shower and I'll show you just how sad I am that I couldn't watch you."

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ares857 · 1 year ago

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skxllz · 1 year ago

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Hey... i'm in desperate need of some more Ian and Mickey x reader.. ilysm btw

baby ily too, here you go <3

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“ why the fuck are you starin’ at me like that? ” mickey's voice rang out on the other end of the phone. the signal was icky, so the crinkling of static could be heard through the line.

your fingers pressed to your lips to hold back your laughter. “ I'm not staring at you like anything. ” you heard ian reply - it sounded as if he rolled his eyes, too, just by the tone of his voice.

these two drama kings were always fightin’. even in jail, the two just wouldn't stop. but i mean, I guess that's more than likely to happen since they're in each other's presence every second of the day.

“ yeah the fuck you are, ” mickey accused again, this time scoffing. “ you gonna’ come over here or what? y/n's on the phone. ”

“ no shit, sherlock. I heard ‘im. ”

“ do you want me to bust you in the mouth? ”

“ there will be no busting anyone in the mouth. ” you sighed, rolling your own eyes. that seemed to catch both of their attention, because you heard shuffling —and mickey and ian slightly bickering— before ian's voice met the phone.

“ hey, gorgeous. ” his breathy tone met your ear, causing you to instantly melt. mickey and ian both always had an effect on you, but the red head had ways of making you gush like no other.

“ hiiiii... ” you slowly, shyly replied; trying not to giggle like a school girl while you rolled onto your stomach. you were lying on your bed, legs bent and kicking in the air. “ how's it goin’, i’ ? ”

ian chuckled dryly — and you heard more shuffling, probably him moving the phone to his other ear, before he replied. “ shitty. the guard's here are a pain in m’ass. ”

“ you can say that again! ” the familiar brunette shouted. you heard a bang after that — sounded like something hit the bars of the cell.

furrowing your brows as you heard ian yell, worry clouded your brian. “ what was that? ”

a huff from ian could be heard after a moment of silence. “ fucking— my god, mickey kicked the cell bars to piss off our guard. damn asshole. ”

“ I'm not an asshole — you're an asshole! ”

“ will you two stop? ” you pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut in irritance. “ you're gonna’ get in trouble. ”

“ already ha— ” a scraping sound and more static cut ian off from finishing his sentence. skin on skin contact was hard, like a slap, and then mickey's voice rang out from the other line again.

“ I'm back. ” he sounded smug. ian could be heard muttering swear words. “ what, uh— ” you could only picture him biting his lip right about now. “ whaddya’ doing? ”

your brows raised in light amusement — releasing the hold you had on your nose, only to slide your fingers down your face and chuckle. “ nothin’. talkin’ to you two dummies. ”

“ I'm a dummy? ” mickey scoffed. “ you wouldn't be sayin’ that shit if I was there, sweet cheeks. ”

you bit your bottom lip, cheeks pinkening at the suggestive threat. “ uh huh, an’ why's that? ”

it was clear mickey was now wearing a shit eating grin by the way he responded. “ your mouth would be too full swallowin’ my cock. ”

aaaaand you were red. curling your fingers closed, pressing them to your lips. it was hard not to squeal — but you were sure as hell curling your toes and kicking your legs excitedly. mickey preferred to bottom, as did you, but when he did top, it was beyond hot.

you were going to reply, but then you heard something over the intercom in the background. it was difficult to make out, the words sounded muffled — but by mickey groaning, you knew it wasn't good.

“ fuck.. ” he muttered.

“ what is it? ” you were concerned again; now worried that something had happened.

mickey sighed, passing the phone to ian. he now had a halfy — a growing erection to deal with, and couldn't speak to you since he was pissed, so he'd let ian deliver the news.

ian greeted you with a sigh, “ we gotta’ go, pumpkin. some stupid ass got us goin’ on a lockdown. probably an idiot that attacked a guard. ”

that made you frown. you had barely been on the phone with them for six minutes — you usually got fifteen. “ seriously? that fucking blows.. ”

a small laugh escaped ian. you could only imagine his pretty smile. “ I know, I know... ‘m sorry. we'll be home soon though, okay? ”

you huffed, “ yeah... okay. I just miss you. ”

“ we miss you, too... ” ian sighed. if anything, he was probably trying not to get too sappy over the phone. god only knows how emotional he can get with you. “ I love you, pretty boy. stay good for us, okay? ”

a smile lifted to your lips — hand sliding up your cheeks, only to lean on it and nod into your palm. “ I love you, too.. and I will. tell mick’ I love ‘im. ”

ian huffed a smile, “ I will. goodbye, y/n. ”

“ bye bye, i’. ”

#ask skullz #shameless #shameless x reader #ian gallagher x reader #ian gallagher #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich x reader #mickey milkovich #shameless us

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spikedhe4rt · 4 months ago

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Heyyyy!! can you do nsfw and sfw hcs for twobit pretty please😜💁🏽‍♀️

Two-Bit x Reader Headcannons 🎭

A/N: hi guys…😣 I apologize for my long absence, ive had a rough couple past months but that has nothing to do with yall so i wont dump on yall. I MISSED ALL OF YOU BABIES SO MUCH 🤗 I HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS AND I LOVE YOU

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❥ You see him a drive-in, joking around with other greasers.

❥ Next thing you know, he trying to pull that "pull up a girls skirt" trick on you.

❥ But you see it coming and turn around quickly and grab his hands.

"Whatcha doing?" You quip. He looks stunned but quickly smiles. "You're a quick one, aren't you, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He's actually pretty cute. "You could say that...Keith, right?" He nods, "Call me Two-bit" he tells you. It's your turn to nod.

"Wanna makeout?" he asks as you both continue to look at eachother. His words shock you to the point, you let go of his hands. Two-bit busts out laughing, "Look at your face! I got you to let go of my hands, little lady." He waves his hands up before walking away, leaving you dumbfounded. And a little hot in the cheeks.

❥ You don't see him again till you're walking around and see him getting into it with socs.

❥ You didn't want loop yourself in his fight so you waited around the corner. After hearing a couple punches, groans, and feet slapping the pavement.

❥ You peaked around the corner, cautiously. You had to make sure they we're actually gone, right? Or were you nervous to see Keith? Doesn't matter.

"Are you okay?"

"Could be better!"

❥ He let you take him back to your place to clean him up surprisingly.

❥ Sitting on his lap nervously because he insisted you needed to be closer to bandage his nose.

❥ Two-bit holding you by your waist so don't fall back (you weren't going to, but he liked holding you)

❥ You awkwardly asking him on a date while bandaging his last wound

"So this might be a bad time, because you might have concussion and all but wanna go out with me" You nervously whispered to him.

He gave you half a smile, "Of course, little lady"

❥ You guys start dating shortly after!

❥ Pulling pranks together as a couple!

❥ Movie nights watching mickey and eating

a whole chocolate cake

"Two, stop eating all the fucking cake..." you groaned as he took another big bite. "Maybe if you ear faster, you would have more" he playfully rebutdtaled. You picked up your fork with a big hunk of cake and swiped it down his shirt. He put on a fake shocked face before smiling "You're on, little lady"

❥ Having playdates with his little sister

❥ Him calling you his favorite girl all the time

❥ Him goofily asking for kisses by saying "Lay one on me, sweets"

❥ Making him lunch because cooking is your love language

❥ Him always paying for your meals when yall go out because he insists.

❥ You, Him and Dally getting drunk off yalls asses and hanging out.

❥ Him stealing magazines and other stuff you like from the store.

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ He's a switch (Mostly Dom)

❥ Him putting you into mating press so you can feel him as deep as you can

❥ Him fingering you as you bitch and whine for his cock.

Two-bit fingers slightly curl as he thrusts them inside your wet cunt. "K-keith, fuck please" you mewl as you grabbed his arm for support. "Need you so bad, want your cock" you continue as he makes your orgasm approach for about the 3rd time with just his fingers.

❥ Taking dirty polaroids for him to keep in his wallet

❥ Him going into full sub mode when you ride him because of how good it feels.

"Fuck, baby keep going just like that" Two moaned as you grind against him. You smiled down at him as you continued. "Let me cum, please, ill be good. I swear it."

❥ Him slowly kissing up your chest to your neck when he pushes into you.

❥ Begging him to go faster as he teases you with slow strokes

"Please go faster, i need it so bad. Your cock feels so good, Keith"

"Yea? you gonna be a good slut for me?"

❥ Him overstimulating you to the point of tears giving you head.

❥ Hair pulling...from the both of you!

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/N: my birthday is coming up on the 30th so if any of yall are good editors, would you mind editing me? 😣 reply here and ill give you my insta 🤗

#the outsiders #the outsiders smut #two bit matthews x reader #two bit x reader #two bit mathews #two bit #two bit matthews smut

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reveluving · 15 days ago

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I need him. 🫠

a/n: NAVYYY! My goodness, do I need him too kdslsjk I can always trust you to fuel my love for this man like no other 😌🙏🏼Wanted something extra sweet so enjoy this little idea!! THANKS MOTHER ILY!!

warnings: lovestruck raymond, fluffy fluff, brief mentions of movie-style violence & explicit language!

» curious about both fall and winter specials this year? come & check out this year's 'reve's quirky reverie' m.list! ❄️'!

Imagine how beat Raymond is, having done Mickey's dirty work as usual, but is unable to take his eyes off you as his head remains lolled to the side as it perches on the headrest of the couch.

Watching you whip up some good quality hot chocolate on the stove—not even the finest cafés could make it as good as you—after convincing him to stay put and relax. He's a little more refreshed after a good shower, and fuck, if he didn't want to wrap his arms around you from behind so badly—

But, for you, he remains seated like the good boy he was, a dumb smile already gracing his lips upon imagining the big smile on your face after seeing him still melted on the couch like you had asked him to.

The thoughts he had of you while he worked his ass off at work couldn't hold a candle to seeing you just a few feet away now. Making sure he was as snug as a bug from the chilly weather like he hadn't killed a man point-blank hours ago.

While he knew you could handle a drop of blood or two, he didn't take the risk, washing the crimson fluid off as soon as he came home to ensure not even a speck stained your skin.

Now, there he sat, waiting for his beloved, though he'd be lying to say he did it patiently.

You can see how he visibly perks up as soon as you turn around, approaching with two hot mugs topped with a generous dollop of chantilly cream, making it almost as sweet as you.

His arms are already open, helping you with the mugs before tugging you to the couch with him.

It's that sweet giggle of yours that has his hold tightening around you.

You know he pretends not to hear you when you playfully tell him to let you breathe. His eyes already fluttering shut, despite putting his lips to work, covering the spot between your neck and shoulder with kisses, tickling you with his beard on purpose.

You can feel the cheeky smile against your skin as you wriggle and laugh against him. He only grants you mercy when you reach for the mug, his mug, to offer to him. He relents, smiling over the rim of the glass as you maintain cheeky eye contact.

Even after a satisfying fill of warm chocolate, he wants another fill of something sweeter, more satisfying in every way especially after the day he’s had as he watches you place your mug back on the coffee table before pulling you with him as he lay on the couch, snuggling you like he wants—needs to keep you warm like you do him.

Always.

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a/n: Considering this as the first winter bonus for Quirky Reverie because why not!!

#he is sooooooo *brb gnawing on a tyre*#— reve's reverie 🌹#— reve's asks 🌹#— reve's mutuals 🌹#raymond smith #raymond smith x reader #the gentlemen #raymond smith x you #raymonth smith x f!reader #raymond smith x female reader #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam x reader #the gentlemen 2019

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mynameismckenziemae · 4 months ago

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Who Do You Belong To?

Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: Teasing Bob leads to getting a reminder on who you belong to.

Warnings: 18 + ONLY! MDNI! This work contains smut, mean!dom Bob 🤤, oral (f receiving), temperature play, spanking, ruined orgasm, humiliation, bondage, blindfolds, sensation play, cum play, implied Bob x Natasha x you, etc.

Thank you @phoenix-rising-starbird-one for the prompt 😘 I hope you enjoy it!

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“No wonder Bob keeps you around,” Nat teases with a wink.

“Hmm?” You turn to her, confused. Until she nods to your lips currently wrapped around the base of your popsicle. “Oh stop!”

“I’m kidding,” she laughs, “I know he loves all of your assets. Especially this one,” she squeezes your rear before running off in the sand, leaving you alone under the tent.

But only for a moment. There are familiar hands on your ass seconds after you bend over to get water from the cooler.

“Nat,” you gasp as you rise when the hands squeeze, “not in front of Bob.”

“Ha-ha,” he chuckles into your neck, “real funny. I watched you let her touch what’s mine, naughty girl. That’s why I came over.”

“Not in the mood to share today?” You ask, turning to look up at him while you bring the rapidly melting popsicle to your lips.

His eyes darken and his cock hardens fully against your ass as he watches you suck the full length of it into your mouth.

The memory of the last time you and Bob played with Natasha makes your eyes roll back. You moan at both the sweet memory and flavor, “so good.”

He spins you to lap up the sticky drops that landed on your chest before kissing a line up to your ear to growl, “I think you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

“What are you gonna do to me, sir?” You ask innocently before slowly pumping the popsicle in and out of your mouth.

His eyes drift close at that. He takes a deep breath before opening them; now full of sark, delicious promise. “You’ll see. Now go get in the truck while I tell everyone the heat is getting to you.”

“Yes sir,” you whisper before pulling the rest of the frozen treat from the stick with your lips and swallowing.

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While the air inside the house is cool, your skin feels sticky and overheated as Bob watches you strip naked. He then guides you onto the bed before lifting your hands above your head, securing them around the wrought iron bars of the bed frame with one of his ties.

He ignores your whine when you see him pull out the blindfold next before the world goes dark.

Then he makes you wait. His footsteps walk out of your bedroom and down the stairs, before heading to the kitchen. The ceiling fan does little to cool your feverish skin and soon you grow impatient. But just when you start to squirm he’s climbing the stairs.

He sets something down beside you before his clothes hit the floor. The bed dips as he straddles your thighs and you sigh when he leans down for a kiss, chasing his lips when he pulls away too soon.

“Who do you belong to?” He asks, his hand leaving your jaw to reach for something.

“Mickey? I love the way he says my nam-“ your teasing cuts off with a gasp as something cold and wet touches your lips.

His low chuckle makes you shiver, along with the ice cube he’s trailing down your jaw, over your racing pulse point to the base of your throat.

It melts quickly in your heated skin and he leans in to lick up where it’s pooled. “Try again. Who do you belong to?”

“Maybe Jake? You know he was going to ask me out before he knew we were-,” you stutter as he runs a fresh cube between the valley of your breasts then up to your nipple, circling the peaked bud over and over until it melts. The lukewarm trickles fall down your sides and you inhale sharply when he sucks the nearly numb bud into his hot mouth, biting down and tugging gently before releasing. “Nope, not Jake either. Who do you belong to?”

“Javy, I think. I hear he shares girls with Jake…fuck!” You keen as he starts the same delicious torture on the other breast. The cold-to-hot sensation has you panting and lifting your hips in a silent plea.

“I can do this all night,” he says, a little breathless too. “Who do you belong to?”

“Mav…” your voice begins to tremble as he trails another down your stomach while he shoulders his way between your thighs, “I’ve always had a thing for older-”

Though you know it’s coming, you still jolt from the shocking cold touch to your clit. He rubs the melting cube around your bundle of nerves, dips it inside your pussy, and ends by gliding over your puckered hole. Just when you think it can’t get worse, he blows cool air over the path before starting again with a new cube. The sheets beneath you are soon soaked from the melting ice and your arousal.

“Wrong,” he flicks your clit with his tongue once. “Who do you belong to?”

“Bradley?!” It comes out as a shout as he begins to devour you, his mouth feels burning hot, “He-he’s got a big co-“

He forces two chilly fingers inside you, curling them relentlessly against your g-spot. Your hands strain against the silk tie, wanting nothing more than to feel his hair between your fingers as you hurdle toward release.

You cry out when he pulls away, fingers still fucking you, “My cock’s bigger. Who do you belong to?”

He lowers his mouth to your clit, sucking the same rhythm as his fingers; his name is on the tip of your tongue as you tip over the edge…

And then he stops. He releases your pulsing clit and pulls his fingers out as you sob; orgasm effectively ruined.

“Nat,” your voice breaks, “s-s-she does that thing with her tongue.”

Your dark world suddenly spins; the air pushes from your lungs as you land on your stomach, arms now crossed above your head.

“Only when you earn it,” he taunts, sounding so composed while your tears soak the blindfold. “Who do you belong to?”

You’re happy he can’t see your pout as you shake your head, refusing to give in so easily after he ruined your orgasm.

The chill of the ice is welcome as he zig-zags over the sweat-dampened skin of your spine before continuing lower to your ass, covering both cheeks as if he’s painting.

You don’t even realize his hand leaves your nearly numb skin until it lands sharply a moment later, making you gasp.

He leaves a matching handprint on the other side before asking again, “Who do you belong to?”

You’re torn between ending this sweet torture and seeing how far he’ll go.

He’s running another ice cube down your back before you can decide, tracing his red handprints and leaving two more.

“Who do you belong to?” He repeats, voice low and gravelly; he’s affected too.

“Y…” your answer dies on your tongue as he runs the same path again down your back, this time placing it between your cheeks to melt and make you squirm.

“You!” You wail just as he lifts his hand to presumably spank you again, “I belong to you!”

“There it is,” the cocky smirk evident in his voice, “Finally learn your lesson?”

“Yes sir,” you whisper shakily, tears still leaking from your eyes. He spanks each side once more before he flips you back over, chuckling at the hiss that escapes when your tender cheeks touch the sheets. He crawls over you before sliding to your knees and slides inside you with a satisfied grunt.

“Did you really?” He asks, fucking you at an agonizingly slow pace as you nod eagerly. “About damn time.”

Your lip quirks at that; both of you know you’ll need reminding again soon.

“Whose lips are these?” He murmurs, running his fingertips across them.

“Yours,” you answer before opening your mouth to suck on his offered fingers.

“Good girl,” he praises, cupping your breasts next before pinching your still-sensitive nipples, “and your tits?”

“Yours,” you moan, clenching at the pleasure-pain.

“Mhmm,” he hums, hands continuing south, gripping your ass tightly, his hips starting to thrust faster, “how about this perfect, round, beautiful, tight ass?”

“Yours!” You keen, hurdling towards the edge.

“That’s right,” he pants. His fingers find your clit to circle as he begins to lose control. “And this pussy that’s always wet and ready for me?”

“Yours! I’m all yours,” you gasp as the pleasure overtakes you.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Bob’s drawn-out groan makes you clench as he pulls out to cum over your stomach and tits, marking his territory.

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“I love you,” Bob murmurs a few minutes later as he unties your wrist. He kisses the redness that’ll be gone by morning before removing the damp blindfold.

You smile sleepily, eyes too heavy to open and too fucked out to reply with words.

“Be right back,” he whispers. You nod once, assuming he’s getting a washcloth to clean you.

When he returns your brow furrows in confusion as there’s not one, but two tongues lapping up Bob’s spend from your body instead of the damp cotton you’d expected.

“Hey beautiful,” Nat’s voice makes smile as you slowly open your eyes, “I heard you like that thing I do with my tongue.”

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A/N: not sure how Phoenix snuck in there but 🤷🏻‍♀️

Tagging my Bob girlies (gn):

@lexixstewart

@dizzybee03

@its-the-pilot

@hisredheadedgoddess28

@atarmychick007

@littlezee80

@k-k0129

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@jessicab1991

@lonelysoul50

@landpiranha-blog

@fandomology101

@writtingrose

@rascallyrascalreads

#bob floyd smut #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x female reader #bob floyd x female reader #bob x phoenix #robert bob floyd x reader #bob #robert bob floyd #bob floyd

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sorchathered · 24 days ago

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Scream for me- Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x reader

Summary- Mickey's wife loves dark romance, and after deep diving in her library he gets an idea to re-enact a scene or two.

Pairing- Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x female!reader

Warnings- smutty smut, roleplay, dub/con themes, language.

Mickey Garcia’s sweet little wife was a certified freak. Everyone that knew her thought she was the sweetest little thing they’d ever met , she was shy and quiet in comparison to his big personality, the kind of girl that baked cookies for new neighbors and crocheted baby blankets for the children’s hospital. The very picture of a good girl. But when she got Mickey all to herself? She was insatiable. If his friends knew the kind of shit she did to him when they were alone, hell they’d never believe him. Lately she’d been reading these dark romance stories, the ones that seem to be super popular on TikTok and while she hadn’t said anything to him about it he could see the wheels turning in her head, once she got an idea in her head it wouldn’t be long until she told him.

It had been a long ass week of stupid briefings and tense arguments between his team, they were gearing up for a mission and he hadn’t seen his pretty girl all week, work schedules always seeming to get in the way, one of you was asleep when the other left or went home and all he could think about was burying himself in her.

When he crossed the threshold he knew you’d pulled out all the stops, the house smelled like his favorite meal, music was playing and candles were lit everywhere, he found you dressed in his favorite dress of yours swaying in the kitchen while you cooked, suddenly all the hell from work melted away as he dropped his bag and stepped into your arms. “Oh Querida you are an angel, seriously sent from heaven just for me.” He swayed with you to the song as you ran your hands over his face and kissed him softly, he hadn’t meant for it to get heated but damn you looked so good and he’d missed you so much. It always ended up like this on hard days, you would make everything special and he would barely make it out of his flight suit before he had you bent over the kitchen counter, dress rucked up over your shoulders as he fucked you hard and sucked marks into your neck. For all the joking he did about you being a freak he was just as bad, he loved knowing you were full of him and marked in places people could see, more than once he’d left you with bite marks so dark that no concealer could ever cover up so after a while you just gave up and let people talk.

Later that night after he’d had dinner and then you for dessert he was watching Star Trek reruns while you read your newest book in his lap, and he could tell from your breathing and the way you wiggled on him that you were getting hot and bothered. “So what’s this one about huh?” he said as he plucked it from your grasp, you whined and made grabby hands but he dodged you and flipped through the pages. It was some pretty racy stuff if he was honest, the guy was stalking the girl and had kidnapped her, but instead of her being scared she was totally into it. He looked over the top of the cover at you and watched you blush, he had a feeling this is what you’d been thinking about the other day and the way you tried to hide your face told him everything. “Is this your new crazy fantasy idea baby girl? You wanna role play some of this stuff?” You looked at him with the biggest grin and nodded, if that’s what you wanted he could definitely make that happen.

The special detachment was only two weeks but they hadn’t been able to contact anyone since leaving for the mission, Mickey had been plotting and scheming ever since you brought up your little fantasy and he had it all worked out. You would be coming home late and didn’t know he was going to be back, so he would have the house dark and quiet for when you arrived and that’s when he’d start the game. He’d stolen your book and read over it on the carrier, and damn he’d be lying if he didn’t get a little hot and bothered himself thinking about doing some of those things to you, it had him fantasizing about it almost non stop and he couldn’t wait to put it into action.

You pull into the drive around 8, wrung out from work and lonely. You signed up for this life but sometimes going days without contact was unbearable, you just wanted to hear Mickey tell you he loves you. Stepping into the dark foyer you drop your stuff and go to switch on the light, only to be pressed hard against the front door with a hand against your mouth. You are panicking, thrashing as you try to get away only to hear the deep voice of your husband in your ear. “Surprise my love, thought we could play out your little fantasy tonight, but only if you feel up for it. If you want me to stop you tell me and we’re done ok?” You relaxed in his grip and moaned softly, he was here and safe and wanted to play into your dirty daydreams, you absolutely wanted that right now, letting him take what he wanted from your body sounded so good, you couldn’t help but push yourself back into him. “Good sweet girl, what’s your color?” “So so so fucking green” you said when he pulled his hand away and he let out a chuckle, there was his little slutty wife, so damn eager for him to fuck her.

It was like flipping a switch, you immediately started trying to fight him off and he spun you both around, kicking your legs out from under you as he pressed you down onto the entryway rug. “Oh Mi Vida don’t fight it, be still for me baby I know you’re scared but I’ll make it so good, been watching you for weeks and I can see it; you need someone to make it hurt, fuck that attitude right out of you. Don't worry Querida, I'm gonna show you exactly what you’ve been missing.”

You heard a ripping sound and felt duct tape being wrapped across your wrists, not tight enough to hurt just enough to make it believable, he leaned his body over yours and whispered into your ear, “do I need to tape your mouth too princess or are you going to be good for me?” You continued to thrash under the weight of him as he ran his free hand over your body and shouted at him to let you go, knowing full well he’d tape your mouth as well, shrieking as he flipped you over to straddle you with your hands behind your back. “Don’t need your neighbors knowing what we’re getting up to, so since you can’t keep your mouth shut I’ll do it for you.” He pressed the tape to your mouth with both hands and then ran his lips over it, nipping at your jaw as he made his way down to your neck, he had you distracted enough that you didn’t even notice him pulling the pocket knife from his jeans, only jolting backwards when you heard it click open. He ran it along your collarbone and tops of your breasts, toying with you until he finally yanked it through the fabric of your top, splitting the shirt and your bra open all at once, chest completely exposed to the cold air as he continued his way south, licking and sucking at the plush skin there, kneading one breast in his right hand as he sucked marks into the other, watching as you squirmed and whined beneath him.

“Please! Please! M-my husband-“ you cried out, and he let out a muffled chuckle through the mask covering his face, somehow it was even hotter knowing you couldn’t see his face. “Oh you sweet girl, you think I haven’t been watching you for weeks? I know your husband isn’t here! He’s still sitting pretty on his little boat in the middle of the ocean.” He wrapped his hands around your throat and put a delicious amount of pressure on your pulse point, vision blurring a little at the edges and making you arch into his chest. He leaned in to press the mask to your ear, grinding his hard on into you as he whispered, “No one’s coming to save you baby girl, scream all you want because it’s gonna be a long night.”

Tagging- @arcane-vagabond @baezen @attapullman @sio-ina-bottle @sunsetsimpsblog @kmc1989 @jessicab1991 @honeytwrites @kissmecaitie @roosterforme @callsigns-haze @senawashere @nouis-bum @sebsxphia @teacupsandtopgun @mynameismckenziemae @seitmai @shanimallina87 @the-aspiring-fanfic-writer

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