#i ain’t lying i swear

[mydarlingdahlia]

Hey y’all…don’t be mad…😀

But uh- I may or may not have…beat the everliving shit out of someone today…?

Like physically. Hand to hand combat.

(Unlucky for her, one time when I stayed with my military sergeant retired uncle during the summer, I learned how to properly take someone down)

She wouldn’t stop though…I may have knocked her out- she’s fine tho I had her checked bc I didn’t want there to be any serious damage 😭

This was off my college property btw

This the typa shit that’ll happen to you when you mess with me ong 🙄😒

[area51-escapee]

You’d think my family is trying to claim insurance on my life with the way they leave their shoes piled up right at the bottom of the stairs

[darnell-la]

A little dark but how about Logan slipping the reader an aphrodisiac into their drink or something to make her have sex with him. And since he is their drive home, she becomes desperate and needy for a release from him despite not understanding what’s happening to her is she’s usually kinda innocent

note: no one will understand how much I need this.

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“L-Logan, how long until we’re at the school?” Y/n asked as the throbbing between her legs ached more. She’s never been the type to get turned on. She usually has to build up to it, but tonight, she couldn’t help but squirm in her seat.

“Maybe a half an hour,” Logan lied, knowing they were just down the road. “Fuck,” Y/n said under her breath as she shifted in her seat, embarrassed about how much she wanted to touch herself for at least a second. She needed it to go away.

“Why, what’s up, bub?” Logan asked, acting innocent until he didn’t have to. “Nothing, just- Maybe step on it,” y/n said, meaning for him to drive faster.

“Well, it ain’t hard to see something's going on with you. Just tell me, bub,” Logan said, but y/n couldn’t. “It’s fine-“ y/n tried lying again, but Logan wanted her to tell him what he knew was happening.

“Y/n, don’t start with this secretive shit, okay? I wanna know what’s up with you,” Logan spoke as he placed a hand on her thigh, wanting her to feel more throbbing through her body.

Logan could smell her hours ago. He always smelled her, but after he slipped those pills into her, he could barely shop being around her. He neared to rip her to shreds a while ago, but he held himself together. He needed her to start.

“Look, don’t start laughing when I tell you this — I-I don’t know what’s up, but I’m, like, really fucking throbbing right now. Like, I feel like I’ve been edging myself for hours,”

Y/n and Logan had been friends for a while, so the way she spoke about her situation didn’t phase him. She was just afraid the situation would throw him off.

“What do you mean? Like, you’re honey or something?” Logan asked, feeling his cock pulse through his jeans. He knew he was close to starting what he’d been wanting to do for years.

“Yeah, I guess — Look, just get home. I can’t hold my shit,” y/n said as she crossed her legs. “You need help?” Logan asked, making y/n remember his hand was still over her thigh. She felt a small grip, which made her heart drop.

“N-No, no, I’m good,” y/n said, slowly moving Logan’s hand away because his touch was too much for her. She’s never actually thought of him in any sexual way, but now, she’s realizing the effect he could have on her.

“Why? We’re friends here, and I don’t want you pissy the whole ride back,” Logan said, but y/n shook her head and pushed at his hand that tried to make it back to her thigh.

“I’m okay, I swear — J-Just get us home,” Logan sighed with an eye roll as he pulled off to the side of the dark road. “Logan, please don’t fuck around,” y/n whined as Logan put the car in park and hopped out.

“Logan, what is this about,” y/n leaned back in her seat as Logan walked around the car. The more time that passed, the worse she felt. She felt like she was going to explode at any small rub on her bud.

“We’re far out, and you don’t look like you’re gonna make it,” Logan said as he opened the door. Before y/n could speak, the man pulled under out of the car and pushed her upper body down on her seat.

“Logan, what the hell!” Y/n shouted as she leaned up, not comprehending what was happening until Logan forced her leggings down. “Hey!” Y/n tried turning around, but Logan pushed her back down on the seat.

“Oh, relax — We’re adults — It’s not like you haven’t done this before,” Logan said as he tugged in his own clothes. “Yeah, but not outside. In the dark! In public!” Y/n said but stopped moving.

The woman allowed Logan to roam her body. If he was willing to do this, why would she stop him?

“Just stay still, bub. I’ll help you,” Logan said before he pushed at her cunt. Y/n was surprised at how fast he was willing to help her and be with her. If he wanted, he could’ve rubbed her while he continued driving.

“Hey, hey, relax,” Logan pinned y/n down as she twitched and squirmed. “Fuck,” the young lady moaned low as she tried her best to take him in with ease.

One hand of Logan’s gripped y/n’s ass to spread. He noticed he was probably too big for y/n to handle, but he didn’t go through all of this for nothing.

“Sssh, bub, you’ll be fine — Just fine,” Logan whispered as he continued pushing into her until he was fully in. “Oh, yeah — That’s it,” the man basically growled before he began moving his hips.

“Oh my god,” Y/n said low as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Too fucking big, Logan- Fuck,” y/n tried moving to make this more comfortable, but the way he dug into her, forced her to understand that her body had minimal time left until she bursts.

“Y/n, stay still, before I get unfriendly,” Logan threatened as he slowly thrusted, trying to enjoy how tight she was gripping him. “L-Lo, give me a second — Please,” y/n asked, he ignored.

Y/n tried again to lean up, which only angered Logan. He tried being nice, but y/n has always been hard-headed.

“Look,” Logan gripped a hand full of the young lady's hair and tugged back. “You’re either gonna take it nice and easy, or I’ll rip that orgasm out of you,” Logan threatened again.

“Maybe if you fucking wait, I could-“ Before she could finish, Logan slapped his hand over her mouth and began pounding into her. Y/n’s muffled cries were all she could do.

“You needa learn some fucking respect when you’re the one horny and vulnerable,” Logan hissed the girl's ear as his hips slapped against her ass harder. The noises filled the dark road, only turning Logan on more.

“Such a good cunt. Heaven sent, and I knew it from the smell of you — I’m just upset you kept it from me for so damn long,”

Logan pushed Y/n’s head into the seat after unlatching his hand from her mouth. “Logan!” Y/n basically screamed as the knot got harder to hold.

“Funny knowing your pussy isn’t the only one crying. Look at you. So damn wet. I could keep you in my room and feed off of you for weeks,”

Y/n’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her body went stiff. “Oh, yeah — There she is,” Logan groaned as he picked up his pace. “Ah huh, ah huh,” Logan kept on as y/n gushed around the man with a loud cry.

“That’s what you’ve been holdin? C’mon, baby. I know you’ve got more in you,” y/n shook her head, hoping Logan would give her a small break before she fully passed out. “Too much,”

“Too much? Oh, please. You think ima stop because you’re about to cum again?” Logan quickly pulled out and turned y/n around. “C’mon, baby, you should’ve known,”

Logan laid y/n down on her back before pushing right back into her. “Oh my god,” y/n whined as she threw her head back, loving the feeling of Logan taking her over. She never knew he’d be this good.

“Don’t worry, baby. After I’m done, we’ll head home — Maybe I should slip a pill down your pretty mouth more often,”

Y/n tried looking up at Logan to see if she heard right, but another orgasm was near. “Yeah, I did that, baby, but you ain’t complaining, right? You fucking love this,”

[leaawrites]

Freaked Out

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: Lando makes his relationship official via Live stream

Warnings: mentions of an engagement, use of Y/n

Masterlist

The lights were low. There was no sound but the breathing in sync of two people deep into thoughts. Two hours went by of lying in the same bed with no eyes closed.

“Are you sure you want to stay with me?” Lando asked, his hand gliding through the hair of the person beside him. She hummed, snuggling deeper into his chest. Inhaling his scent like it would be the last time. “I mean, are you really sure? You can’t walk with me around all holding hands and you have to put up with all those stupid rumors about a life you know ain’t true.”

“Lando,” she mused, propping her head on her hands and looking up at him. “I’ve put up with all this for god knows how long. This doesn’t change anything.” His eyes lingered on her hand a little longer, smiling at the shimmering light reflecting on the diamond.

“Two and a half years,” he said, reminding her on how long they’ve been together. Still surprised at how long they got to keep their relationship in private, away from the media and all of those people around them.

It might seem rather fast, but nothing ever felt as right as asking her to marry him. Nothing ever made him feel so sure of himself as when she said yes. The reminder that he had someone who loved him. The knowing that someone was willing to put up with him forever. It made him feel safe.

“Are you sure you wanna keep it a secret? Keep us a secret?” Lando asked, playing with the ring on her finger.

“I’ll be yours in silence for however long you want me to,” she said, laying her head back down, soothing his chest with kisses.

Lando didn’t answer, he couldn’t. There was never a moment when he didn’t want to just post a pic of the two kissing or making put or whatever it is that will make everyone know that he was a happy man with her. But he knew it wouldn’t work that way. There will always be some crazy fans, offended at the though of him having a future with anyone but them. He felt guilty for not showing her off like he’d want to. It weighed him down day by day, though he knew it was worth it. When he came home from a race weekend and wanted nothing but held, he knew her arms would already be open as he walked through the door. She was everything he wanted. She was more than he deserved.

Being a man, chronically online, Lando knew about almost every trend going around the world. No exception for the one McLaren just posted with Oscar as their star in the spotlight.

“Hey guys,” Lando spoke into the phone as he walked into the living room of his home in Monaco. His girlfriend didn’t look up, already used to him walking around the apartment when he talked on the phone with someone. “Can you watch my girlfriend while I set my sim up?”

Lando placed the phone on the coffee table, camera facing his girlfriend who worked on something on her laptop. At the familiar sentence structure, she looked up, her head following the boy, who walked into his game room.

“What the-” she started saying, before being cut off by Lando putting his head out of the room.

“You can’t swear, I’m still a PR-nightmare, you can’t be one as well,” he yelled out to her, before disappearing again.

“Hello?” The girl said, looking at the screen in front of her. At first she thought it was a normal video, though soon enough she saw the endless comments of unknown people flood the screen. Her eyes widen at the sudden realization of what just happened. “You’re live? Are you kidding me?” She yelled at the boy, who burst out laughing in the other room. He came rushing out, snatching his phone back and reading through the comments of very surprised fans, to say the least.

“Sorry, guys. Sorry,” Lando spoke to the people, still giggling at his little prank and his girlfriends grimace. “Not my girlfriend.”

That made her look at him, a mischievous look in his eyes as he smirked, looking at her and not the screen which was filled with freaked out people. Some saying, “Good lord, thank god. I just had a heart attack, thinking he really cheated on me.” And some saying, “That’s sad, she’s really pretty.”

“My fiancee,” he corrected himself, smiling at her. The girl in front of him, couldn’t help her own smile forming on her lips. Then he ended the live, leaving the people shocked and the world stuck in questions.

“What have you done, Norris?” Y/n asked, pulling her fiance down on the sofa with her.

“I’m not hiding you anymore,” he simply said, snuggling in the nape of her neck and peppering it with small, soft kisses.

[reidsfilm]

THE HONEYMOON PHASE — SIMON RILEY

PARING: simon ''ghost'' riley x !fem reader

WARNINGS: SMUT!! (18+) pure filth, p in v, (wrap it up folks) unprotected sex, praise, petnames; little bug, sweet girl, good girl, etc, swearing, oral (fem receiving) hair pulling, a little manhandling, soft!dom ghost. aftercare. no use of y/n.

SUMMARY: Ghost taking care of you after having neglected you for 2 weeks.

WORD COUNT : 3K

Notes: i'm never getting over this fictional man. EVER. this ain't proofread. no idea what this is tbh.

Ghost never understood the phrase 'honeymoon phase’ until he met you. You'd been dating for a while, but only recently had you become exclusive with him. Ever since then, he hasn’t been able to keep his mind or his hands off of you. You two were always at each other like rabbits, needing to touch each other, even if it's just faint touches here and there.

Ghost was infatuated with you, and you were like a drug he never seemed to be able to stop taking.

Even during work hours, the other Task Force 141 members have been teasing him for zoning out while thinking about you. Or catching him almost losing composure as he watched you train, he was your Lieutenant after all, at the end of the day.

Soap, especially, would be at him, ''Yer always staring at her. Ye leuk like ye're gaun'ae pounce on her.'' Soap teased with a small smirk on his lips, elbowing Ghost. ''Shut it, Mactavish.''

After a long day of doing paperwork and getting the new recruits into their training, Ghost heads back to his barracks. And once he steps inside the light-dimmed room, he sees you lying on his bed, relaxing against the pillows, the duvet barely covering your naked body.

And the sight makes his cock stir in his tight combat pants.

He leaned back against the door, taking a moment to admire his girl and how beautiful you looked right now.

His eyes roamed over your body as a small smirk lifted his lips, he hadn’t been expecting this. But was he complaining? Not in the slightest.

''Evenin’ bug…'' His British voice drawled out, a hint of amusement in his tone as he began walking toward his bed, shrugging off his vest.

''Hey, handsome.'' You muttered softly as you stretched out on the soft bed. You sat up against the headboard, making the duvet slide down and exposing your breasts and stomach. Ghost's eyes widened and he quickly walked over to her, settling down on the bed. ''What happened, little bug?'' Ghost questioned as his eyes moved over the small bruise on the underside of one of your breasts.

You took a glance down, letting out a soft sigh. ''It was a small accident during training with the rookies. I’m okay.'' You spoke softly, reaching up to caress the side of his face, the scruff of his stubble tickling against the palm of your hand.

Ghost softly nuzzled into your hand as your fingertips brushed over his cheek, a small affectionate smile lifting his lips. He gently took hold of your hand, his calloused fingers wrapping around your soft hand while he raised it to his lips, placing a couple of kisses on your palm before slowly lowering your hand.

His free hand gently ran over your chest, his fingers softly running over the bruise with a slight frown. ''You ain’t hurt anywhere else are ya?'' He softly questioned, his thumb gently rubbing over the small injury.

You shook your head, ''Not exactly. Though I do feel a little achy here…'' You muttered softly, grabbing one of his hands to guide it underneath the duvet, between your legs. A small grin formed on your lips, a teasing glint in your eyes.

Ghost's eyes darkened and his lip curved up into a smirk. He slid the duvet full off of her, taking in the sight of her glistening and soppy cunt. His cock twitched at the sight, his pants suddenly feeling all the more tighter.

His fingers ran over your inner thigh for a moment before gently pushing your legs further apart. His stubble brushed against your skin as he bent down to kiss your inner thigh.

''Does this hurt bug? Is this what you want me to kiss better?” He teased with a sly grin, his eyes watching your expression when his thumb gently brushed over your folds.

''Ghost...'' You let out a soft whimper, sliding your fingers through the tufts of his hair. You loved whenever you got to touch his hair, the soft blonde locks gliding through your fingertips. The only time you got to see his full face was whenever the two of you were alone, in the confines of the privacy of his barracks, or your own.

He hummed as he kissed your inner thigh. ''Spread your legs some more for me,'' Ghost muttered against your inner thigh, and you obeyed in mere seconds. Ghost chuckled, ''That’s my good little bug.'' You hummed at the praise, your stomach fluttering.

''That’s it pretty bug…just like that. I’ll take real good care of you…my good girl…'' His voice drawled out in a husky tone, his fingers brushing a bit rougher over your folds before he lowered down to press his tongue against you. His skilled tongue lapped up at your juices, circling around your clit.

You arched your back, your free hand clutching onto the bedsheet as you whimpered. ''Ghost...'' You sweetly moaned his name, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy as he ate you out. Your stomach fluttered and your head was fuzzy. Your free hand slipped up to your chest, groping at your breasts, fondling them, and pinching at them for extra friction.

His groan rumbled against your skin before he pulled his head back slightly, a soft but commanding tone in his voice as he spoke.

''No touching yourself bug…let me take care of you…'' He softly scolded you as his fingers ran a bit rougher over the opening of your hole, rubbing your clit to make you arch some more.

A soft groan escaped him as his tongue returned to taste you, his eyes watching your expression while he licked you. ''Want me to keep going, bug?''

You let out a soft mewl, bopping your head up and down in response. You restored to gripping the sheets instead, as you listened to the sounds of slurping and sucking as Ghost devoured you. He was eating you out like you were a full-course meal, and it drove you insane. He was like a man starved.

''I’m close…’’ You mumbled softly, slotting your bottom lip between your teeth.

Your soft moan sends a shiver of electricity through him. His tongue continued to taste and tease you, his groan growing louder as he buried his face between your thighs while your taste consumed him.

''You taste so good bug…'' His voice groaned out against your skin. ''Just a bit more…gonna come for me, baby?''

''Yes… yes... I’m so close…'' You whined as you squirmed on the bed, your head thrown back against the pillow, your hands clutching onto the sheets, like a lifeline. And before you knew it, the coil in your stomach snapped and your orgasm came washing over you like a tsunami. You twitched and squirmed on the bed as you felt the pure ecstasy of your release.

He lapped up her juices, wanting to taste your climax before pulling back to look up at you. Licking his lips, he watched you with a small smirk.

''That’s my good girl…'' His voice sounded rough and breathy but was still affectionate as he watched you relax in your afterglow.

Your chest heaved up and down as you came down from your high. Ghost gave her inner thigh a soft kiss, before he headed into the small bathroom, coming back out with a wet rag. ''Come on pretty bug, let’s get you cleaned up.’'' Ghost cooed softly as you sat up. Your body feeling spent and boneless. But aching for much more.

''I want more…'' You muttered softly as Ghost settled down next to you. Your eyes went down to your lap, seeing a wet spot beneath you on the sheets. ''Due to all this training and paperwork and all these missions we’ve had… we haven’t really had sex in at least 2 weeks,'' you mumbled as you looked at him.

His brown eyes slightly darkened at your statement, a small sigh escaping him as he nodded his head once. He was aware that you hadn’t had sex in a while, he just wasn’t sure if you were getting upset or frustrated by it.

''I know…I’m sorry bug'' He softly sighed out, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you sat next to him. ''I know I’ve been neglecting you.'' He muttered as he placed the wet rag against her inner thighs cleaning up the mess of her juices. You hissed at the feeling, your cunt feeling sensitive as he moved the rag over your folds.

''So sensitive...'' Ghost cooed sweetly, as he finished up, before placing a kiss against her forehead. You hummed at the feeling of his lips against your forehead, closing your eyes for a split second, before opening them again as he pulled back.

He tossed the wet rag onto the small table by the bed.

You climbed onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. ''Just miss having you buried deep inside me.'' You whispered so sweetly to him, reaching one hand down between you to palm at him through his combat pants. Your hand fiddled with opening the fly of his pants before you managed to do just so.

Your hand snaked its way into his pants and down into his boxers, grabbing a hold of him. He was heavy against her hand, twitching and so painfully hard.

''You’re so hard. Am I turning you on?’'' You purred softly, giving him a small stroke.

''Always…'' His breathless reply slipped out, his brown eyes gleaming as your fingers wrapped around him. ''You always turn me on, bug…” He groaned out, his hands running over your body.

''Yeah? Want me to ride you, hm? I’ll make you feel good.. so good. I wanna be a good girl and make you happy.'' You mumbled softly, as you pulled him out of his pants. Ghost growled as he lifted your hips before you sunk back down on him.

You let out a soft moan as you gripped his shoulders, feeling your walls clamp around him. Every inch that went deeper inside you felt like it was tearing you in two. He was so fucking big.

He slowly rocked his hips up into you, his hands softly grasping your hips to give you more leverage to take him deeper as you sank fully down on him. His breathing was slightly heavy as you settled on him.

''Ride me, bug…''He groaned as he began rocking his hips harder into her. ''Ride my cock so fucking hard that your pretty little head can't think straight anymore.''

''God… I missed feeling you inside me.'' You moaned out as you lifted his shirt up and over his head, before throwing it to the floor. Your hands caressed over his stomach and chest, feeling his skin against her fingertips. The faint scars across his chest were a reminder of his time spent in the military, and the things he had been through.

You leaned down, placing soft open-mouthed kisses across his chest. When you were still in the early phase of your relationship, Ghost wouldn't even let you near his scars, and you knew then and there that you wanted nothing more than to prove to him how worthy he was of love and all the beautiful things you were willing to give to him.

His hand caressed the back of her head, his own resting against the wall, eyes closing at the feel of her mouth. And god had he to missed being inside her, to feel her gummy walls clenching onto his cock.

''Fuck you feel so good…'' He cursed as his free hand gently squeezed your hip as he rocked harder up into you. His brown eyes were glued to you as you pulled away to meet his own, his expression full of affection and desire for you. ''You have no idea how much I’ve missed this…''

''I think I've got an idea.'' You remarked, your lip curving up into a small smile. A small smack to your ass made you jolt against him, making you gasp. ''Always so sassy with that mouth of yours.'' He chuckled as his rough hand soothed over the globe of your ass.

Your arms slipped back around his neck, lifting your hips up before sinking back down on him and repeating it, over and over, and over again.

"My pretty girl…my good girl…" He praised, his voice thick with desire as his hips snapped up against your own. "You feel so good around me. Like you're made for me, this pretty little cunt made for my cock.'' He breathed out between gasps, his eyes watching your expression intently.

''Mmm.. I’ve missed you so much...'' You moaned, your hands running over his chest and stomach as you looked up at him. The muscles in your legs were starting to tremble from riding him, your body growing tired and slack.

''Feels so good... You feel so good...'' You whimpered, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his. ''Want more... Need more.''

His hands gripped your sides a bit tighter as he continued to help you ride him. The look in your eyes was driving him wild.

''Needy little thing…aren’t you?'' He teased softly, a small grin on his lips as he continued to rock you against him. ''My beautiful, needy, good girl… You need more, don’t you?''

You only whined in response.

He leaned forward to press some featherlight kisses and gentle bites along your neck, reaching out to find every single sensitive spot.

''Such a good little bug, riding me so well…so beautifully.'' He breathed out against your skin, his breathing growing a bit more labored as he grew closer and closer to the edge.

''I'm gonna come...'' You whined though it was cut short once his lips went back to your own, capturing them in a needy and desperate clash. His hand moved up your stomach, over your chest as he groped at your breasts, twirling your pebbled nipples between his fingers. You moaned against his lips, your head empty, the only thing that swirled around in there was him, and solely him and how he felt against you, inside you, touching you.

''Come on my cock. I want you to make a mess on my cock.'' Ghost growled against your lips, before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. His other hand went down between your legs, the pads of his fingers circling around your throbbing clit, speeding up the process of getting you to another orgasm.

Ghost reached his hand that was playing with your breasts up to grab at your hair, tilting your head back and making you let out a wanton moan, hips rocking against his as you chased your release. His mouth latched onto the column of your throat, teeth nipping and biting at the flesh as he continued to circle his fingers over your clit.

''I'm so close... fuck.. so close.'' You gasped as your fingers dug into his shoulders. ''That's it... come on bug, milk my cock for all its worth.'' He mumbled against your throat.

Your legs started to shake more against him as you rode him, your body beginning to grow tired from the effort. You could feel your climax building up within you, your breaths growing shallower and more desperate.

''Ghost... I’m getting close…'' You whimpered, your body trembling as you continued riding him. Your body yearning for that blissful feeling.

''That’s it, bug. Come for me, pretty thing.'' He groaned against your throat, before pulling away to look at you, his hands rubbing your hips to help you keep riding him. You looked so eternal like this, your cheeks flushed, your eyes dilated, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin.

He wanted the image scorched into his head.

You let out a soft gasp as your climax crashed over you like a wave. Your body arched against his, your breasts pressing up against his chest and your head thrown back as you let out a low moan. You clenched around him, your legs gripping his hips tightly.

''Ghost… Ghost, Ghost…'' You whimpered helplessly, your body shaking against his in ecstasy.

''That’s it…such a good girl…my good girl…'' His brow eyes watching you as you tried to come down from your high.

''Did so good for me bug…so good… so beautiful…such a good girl.''

You buried your face against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. You felt so spent, your body completely worn out. But you also felt a sense of contentment and happiness, knowing that you'd been able to make up for your time apart.

''I love you so much…'' You whispered against his skin, your breath still coming in pants.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. He could hear your breathing, still quick and labored from your recent activity.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, gently rubbing your back to soothe you. ''I love you too, bug…so damn much.'' He mumbled against your hair.

His cock twitched inside her, and he too was close to release. His hips pushed up against her in a slow steady rhythm. ''I need to pull out, if I don't I'm gonna come inside you.'' He muttered against the top of her head, and you hummed in response, ''Then come inside me. I want you to fill me up.''

He pulled your head back, his brown eyes meeting your own half-lidded ones, ''You sure?'' He questioned as his eyes took in the satisfied look on your face, ''I'm sure. Wanna feel you coming inside me.''

That's all the conformation he needed before his hips quickened their pace. ''Gonna fill this cunt to the brim, yeah?'' He crooned as his hands slid down to grip your hips, rocking up into you. He was throbbing and aching to fill your pretty cunt up with his seed.

''Yeah... mhm..'' You mumbled as you rested your head back against his shoulder, clutching onto him as he continued reaching for his realize.

And before you knew it, he came with a guttural groan, his seed painting your walls white as his nails dug into your hips. ''Fuck.. yeah that's it. Fuck your heavenly.'' He growled as his head rested back against the wall, his legs twitching and shaking.

His cum dribbled down his shaft, coating your inner thighs as well as his lap. And the two of you spent a few minutes, just basking in the feeling of each other, of the love and affection you shared for each other.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐭

Summary ➳ Gambit lends an ear and his comfort to you. 

(A/n) ➳ I feel like I spent too much time writing this because I wanted to get his accent right. But I thank all those who gave me advice, especially @a-roguish-gambit. I also started playing RDR2 so you guys can expect content for the game soon too!

Word Count ➳ 1.1k 

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, swearing, violence, blood, pet names (cher), mentions/fear of abandonment, light sexual content, cock blocking??  

It wasn’t your choice to be pushed into the Void after Wade and Logan. When you watched their bodies disappear, you too were taken to the Void without putting much of a fight. And from the moment you arrived, you knew you were over your head. 

From the moment you arrived, Wade and Logan’s bickering and banter was constant, and their fights weren’t often but deadly. You stood on the sidelines whenever they fought because you knew they could easily take you out. 

Especially now.  

What was supposed to be a ride to find the Resistance members became a bloodbath, the first sign of a fight starting was your cue to leave the car and wait for them to calm down. 

You sat against the tree, watching the two grown ass men throw kicks and punches that could kill a person with ease. Logan's claws pierce Wade’s body and how Wade’s katanas and knife slice through Logan’s outfit and skin.  

“Guys, seriously?” You muttered, this fight would’ve been much entertaining if she had food with her. You were tired of it, physically and emotionally, and you weren’t surprised when you fell asleep to the sound of them battling.  

But when you awoke, you were in a different place. Some kind of hideout.  

But with three others who you learned to be Blade, Elektra and Gambit. All of them talked about getting back into Cassandra’s lair, but Wade did most of the talking as Logan did all the drinking.  

“You?!” Wade suddenly shouting in some kind of encouragement, pointing directly at you.  

They all stared at you, waiting for a response but you had no idea what they were agreeing on, going back in her lair or getting a way out.  

“It’s the same thing, kid.” Logan interrupted your thinking, as if he read your thoughts. But it seems he was tired of the fighting and wanted to a seat to drink in peace.  

“Sure, I guess.” You said, mainly to get the stares off you. 

Everyone agreed that they would set off early in the morning, giving you the chance to look around the hideout. You peeked your heads in the room as you already felt like you were trespassing, so you promised yourself that this would be the last room before you ate something. 

“Bonjour, cher.” Gambit’s voice made you jump, quickly pulling your head out to turn and look at him. “Ain’t polite to be peekin’ in on folks, now is it?” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” 

Gambit reached out to push the door open further. “Ain’t no harm done.” With a wave of his hand, he welcomed you in. “Don’t be shy, cher.” 

You walked in once you got his approval, he followed right behind you, closing the door with a click. The room was not what you expected, with mismatched furniture and some playing cards lying around, it spoke of him.  

It was Gambit’s space, and it felt like an extension of him. 

“So, how long you been stuck in dis here Void?” Gambit asked, sitting on his couch and patting the cushion beside him.  

But you shook your head, choosing to lean against the wall. “Not long. I got caught up in Wade’s mess.” 

Gambit raised an eyebrow, his expression changing to surprised. “You’ new to all dis chaos, eh? Coulda fooled me.” He grinned.  

You shrugged, trying to laugh. “More like I got dragged into it. Wade... He stopped getting in trouble for some time but this time, I wasn’t quick enough to dodge it.” 

“If dere’s somethin’ on your mind, cher, you can talk. Sometimes it’s easier t’spill your guts to a stranger.” Gambit noted. 

You looked at him, seeing sincerity in his eyes. For a moment, you hesitated, but you broke. “I’m worried. Scared.” You admitted, whispering. “That this plan won’t work. If it doesn’t, everyone in my universe... They’ll forget me. It’ll be like I never existed.” 

You didn’t mean to say much, but once you started, you couldn’t stop. “I’ve been abandoned once before, left to fend for myself. I worked so hard to make a name but now it’ll be for nothing. Everything I’ve done, everyone I’ve known... Gone. Just like that.” 

You felt embarrassed after you finished ranting. Your eyes widened as you raised your hands, stumbling over your words, a poor attempt at explaining yourself. “Shit! I-I know you said-” 

But before you could finish, Gambit was there in front of you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms wrapped around you like a shield, protecting you from your worries.  

“It’s alrig’t cher. You’re alrig’t.” He whispered, his voice soothing as he held you close. “You ain’t gotta apologize for feelin’ like dis. Everyone gets scared, even Remy.”  

You felt yourself slowly relax in his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you a little. In that moment, you didn’t care about the fear that’s been eating you away.  

You hesitated at first, but then you wrapped your arms around him. You both stayed like that for a while, neither of you saying a word, just taking comfort in each other’s company. 

Eventually, Gambit pulled back slightly, just enough so he could look down at you. You met his faze, your breath hitching as you realized how close you were. 

And then, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. It was slow soft at first, a mere brush of lips, but it deepened as the seconds passed, both of you losing yourselves in the moment.  

You felt his fingers running through your hair as you reached to cup his face. You shut your eyes, your hands moving to his coat and attempt to take it off him.  

The door flew open with a loud slam. You jumped, darting away from Gambit. 

“Hey, what’s going on in here?!” Wade shouted as he strutted into Gambit’s room. His tone was annoyingly cheerful. “We don’t have the budget for intimacy coordinators! Johnny must’ve taken it all.” 

You cleared your throat, crossing your arms as you felt your face become warm. “Wade! I... Uh... Nothing, nothing’s going on.” 

You could tell by how the whites of his suit widened that he was smirking under that dammed mask. “Oh really? ‘Cause it looks like I interrupted something juicy!” 

“Jus’ havin’ a lil’ chat, mon ami. Nothin’ to get excited ‘bout.” Gambit fixed his coat, seemingly normal. 

Wade then shrugged, turning around. “Alright, but if I hear any smoochin’ sounds, I’m comin’ right back!” 

As soon as the door closed behind Wade, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your heat still racing from the near discovery. You glanced at Gambit, who was watching you with a smile, and couldn’t help but laugh. 

Gambit stepped closer to you, hooking his finger under your chin to have you look at him. “As we were, cher?”  

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Draw 4

You always swear you can hold your liquor until the next morning when you’ve no clue how you’re $80 richer and why your husband is too amused for your liking.

a/n: this ain’t proofread and this is just me fuckin’ around. i hope you enjoy it. :)

warnings: alcohol consumption, profanities

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“Buuucckkky,” you slur, head flopping onto your husband’s shoulder. You vaguely feel his arm wrap around your waist and steady you. He hums in response.

“Sam cheated.”

Sam guffaws. “I did not! I won fair and square!” Your friend picks up a piece of popcorn and throws it at you.

“And now he’s throwing shit at me! A cheater and a bully!”

“I didn’t cheat! ‘S not m’ fault you suck at…” he trails off. “Whatever we were playing.” He is just as drunk as you.

“UNO,” Bucky supplies, an amused yet exasperated edge to his voice.

You’re sifting through cards clumsily before finding the one you want. Once you find it, you shove it in Sam’s face.

“Plus 4, bitch.”

“Y/N,” Bucky says gently, “the game is over.”

You shake your head emphatically.

“‘S not over till the Bluejay over here draws 4 and hands it over.”

Bucky pulls a confused face, but Sam sighs as if he understands what you mean, begrudgingly reaching for something in his back pocket.

“Hands 4 cards over?”

“Noooo!” You drawl, giving Bucky a look as if he had grown a second head. “4 $20s.” You look back to Sam. “Pay up, hummingbird!”

Sam forks over the money, shaking his head in defeat. Bucky is left wondering if the two of you had made a bet before getting blasted, or if you were both just on a different wavelength and it just made sense. Either way, Bucky decided it was time for him to get you home. He thanked Sam for having the two of you over, and then he helped his extremely intoxicated friend to his bedroom. Once Sam had been taken care of, he returned to the living room where he had left you.

You’re now lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling lights.

“The stars are beautiful tonight,” you say dreamily. “It’s Ursa Major. Look.” You point. Bucky scrunches his eyebrows together.

“That’s the ceiling light.”

You look over at Bucky and shrug before looking back to the lights. Bucky sighs before making his way over to you, reaching down to help you stand.

“C’mon, Doll. Let’s get you home,” he says.

“My place or yours?” You ask. It’s not even a suggestive question, just a curious one. Bucky chuckles.

“Ours.”

Your eyes widen and your face breaks out into a grin. “No shit! That’s awesome.” Bucky laughs again.

“Mhmm. We’re married, sweetheart.”

“God, lucky fuckin’ me.”

—

You hang up the phone with a frown.

“What’s wrong, Doll? Who was it?” Bucky asks, setting a glass of water and a couple aspirin on the counter in front of you.

“Sam,�� you say, a little confusedly. You take the aspirin and wash it down with the water Bucky gave you. “Said I stole 80 bucks from him last night?”

Bucky breaks out into a boisterous laugh that he doesn’t recover from for a full minute.

[st4rr-girrl]

Stranger

M.R

Summary; You thought Mattheo was different, but he’s just like everyone else.

Warnings; swearing, mentions of sex, nsfw, underage smoking & drinking, angst. Douchebag Mattheo.

Inspired by Stranger - By Jhene Aiko

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Pt 2

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You tried to ignore the familiar feeling you would get each time you were around Mattheo. The stinging that tickled your irises each time you started to view him in a new light, each time you saw everybody else in his features.

Why was this such a common occurrence during the span of your relationship? You and Mattheo never talked, and if you did- it was only in bed. It was exhausting and you couldn't deny that.

He was starting to look more and more like the people who had used you in the past. The ones who discarded your well-being for their own sick pleasure. You stared at him from across the Slytherin table, an inexplainable sadness etched onto your tired features.

Mattheo was the last person you expected to turn out like a copy and paste of your past experiences.

It wasn’t always like this. He used to be lovingly attentive, affectionate and gentle with you.

He noticed your gaze, his brow arching in silent question. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, forcing your eyes off of him. He shrugged dismissively, recentering his attention to the conversation he was in the midst of.

What hurt even more, was the fact that you had told him about the others. Every single one of them that he had promised you he wasn’t like. And you trusted him.

But he lied.

He didn’t care. He never did. And if that information wasn’t crystal clear, you didn’t know what was.

Daphne nudged your side, her brows furrowing in concern as she scanned your melancholic features. “You alright, lovely?” She asked gently.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice quieter and shakier than you had intended— blinking back the tears that threatened to escape your glossy eyes. “I’m okay.”

She gave you an unbelieving look, but decided against being pushy. “Okay, babe. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?” She offered a soft smile, her brows furrowing.

“Sure,” you replied, a grateful tone to your voice as you nodded.

She went back to chatting with Pansy, and you found your regretfully longing gaze flickering back to Mattheo. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. Because it did. It hurt so bad.

He wasn’t paying you any mind, blatantly unconcerned despite the sadness he found in your expression. He boasted about something or other to Theo and Blaise— both of the boys watching him verbally show off in amusement. Usually, you would have been fond of the sight. He was an idiot, but he was your idiot. Or— well, he was.

It was routine for you now. This wasn’t your first rodeo— you knew how this worked.

So, the same night— when he laid you down in your dorm room, you couldn’t even look him in the eye. Not that he cared, or anything.

And when he left, you lied in bed— your gaze locked onto the ceiling. You’d lazily thrown a t-shirt and underwear back on— Mattheo nowhere to be seen. He didn’t even have the decency to stay back and make sure you were okay, and help clean you up. Not like he used to, anyways.

The hickeys and bite marks littering your skin were a constant reminder of what once was. Shame engulfed your body, an all too familiar feeling.

You couldn’t control the tears beginning to spill from your eyes, streaming down your cheeks in a rapid manner. You broke down, your body wracking with sobs— burying your face into a pillow to muffle said sobs.

When your roommates walked in, Daphne and Pansy, they immediately saw your state— rushing to your sides and consoling you as you fell apart. They shared a worried glance, knowing exactly what— or in this case, who— caused this.

Over the next few days, you’d been avoiding him. Daphne and Pansy both covered for you, giving Mattheo bullshit and half assed excuses as to why you couldn’t see him.

But, it’s not like he was actively searching for you, anyways.

You thought you were indifferent to this by now. You wanted to be. But you actually trusted him this time, you loved him.

But as you stared at him from across the Potions classroom, watching as he flirted shamelessly with girls who hung onto his every word— you knew you’d never become accustomed to the hurt and pain that followed betrayal.

You knew you had to cut things off, and that’s exactly what you did. You couldn’t allow yourself to mope around aimlessly for any longer.

After class, you pulled him into an empty hallway and went off— cussing him out in an emotion fueled rant. He got what he wanted, and he no longer needed you. He made that very obvious.

He replied with a simple, “okay,” before turning and disappearing down the hallway. You watched as he left, the sound of your heart shattering echoing throughout your own ears.

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[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🧸 ⋅ ˚✮ SQUISHY (1) : 866 WRDS

( PART TWO HERE )

A/N : Rambling warning! An amazing reader recently asked if I could write a series with Steven and Jake, but I declined due to lack of skill for writing plots. “Squishy” will be an experimental, practice miniseries in which Logan is the (implied plus-sized) reader’s father figure, and care giver for when they regress. I SWEAR I will eventually write some Logan stuff that isn’t fatherly/platonic!

You wake up and are still in a pretty stressed state. Last night you argued with your best friend, and they ended up blocking you. It wasn’t like them to do that. All that time the two of you spent together, every deep conversation, every moment of vulnerability soured just because of a disagreement. You never would’ve expected it, but here you were, sulking as your mind was screaming at you.

It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything. It was just hard.

Thank god for Logan Howlett, though. He came into your room with cautious steps and a worried look. “Hey, kid. I noticed you didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said with a soft voice. His gaze lingered on the outline of you under your blanket while patiently awaiting a response. “Just let me know if you end up getting hungry. I’ll make you something, okay? In the meantime I’ll be in my room,” he told you with a tone that pleaded for a response. After standing in the awkward silence of your room, he slowly walked out.

You weren’t really hungry. You’d lost your appetite. You didn’t want to do anything. But Logan’s tone tugged at your heart and flipped a switch in your brain after you sat there for a while and processed his words. You felt your stomach get fluttery and your bottom lip pushed out in a bit of a pout. You needed to get to him as soon as possible.

As much as your body didn’t want to, your mind convinced it to drag itself out of bed and go down the hall to Logan’s room. You knocked while holding your favorite stuffed animal against your chest. You felt a bit nervous seeking out his affection and care after you completely ignored him. Realistically, you’d probably end up crying if you didn’t get what your heart ached for.

Your slightly trembling hand reached to knock on his door. “Papa? Can I come in, please? I want cuddles,” you called to him. Logan smiled to himself softly. Mostly because you finally came to talk to him, but also because he loved caring for you when you regressed. “Yeah! You can open the door, babydoll. I ain’t doing anything,” he said with an optimistic tone. You giggled softly, your hand gripping your stuffed animal a little tighter out of excitement.

You peeked into his room before fully stepping in. Logan was lying on his bed, one leg on top of the other, cigar in hand, and wearing his usual attire. His hand scratched at his fluffy jaw while leaning his head against his forearm. He smiled when you made your way into his room. “Come on, kid. I might bite, but I won’t bite you,” he joked. He put out his cigar while exhaling deeply, the smoke curling up against his face.

His old bedframe squeaked as you climbed onto his mattress. “There you go, little one,” he cooed softly. He wrapped one arm around your side while the other rested on his stomach. A soft hum came from his throat as he carefully grabbed your stomach rolls. “My squishy little doll,” he whispered to you.

He loved feeling all the soft bits of your flesh. Anytime the two of you cuddled or had “sleepovers” in the living room, he’d grab a chunk of whatever he could. Your thighs, your stomach, your waist. Anything he could.

You curled up into his side, sandwiching your stuffed animal between you and Logan. “You brought a little friend with you. They’re so cute, aren’t they,” he asks sweetly. You smile and nod against his chest.

He reaches the hand that’s on his stomach to your thigh and moves it to rest on his hips. He pats the skin softly before he gives your thigh a good squeeze like he did to your stomach. “You are just so soft and amazing, kid. You know that,” he asks before kissing your forehead. You nod in agreement once more while letting out a soft squeak from all the affection. “Squishy, squishy, squishy,” he hums softly to you.

Logan nuzzles his face against the top of your head, his beard brushing your forehead gently. He keeps his hands where they are as they still slightly grasp your body. The two of you stay lying there for a moment. You can hear his heart beating steadily accompanied by his deep breathing. Wind whistles against the glass of Logan’s window. The sheets rustle every so often when he repositions his hand or kisses your forehead again. This whole moment almost lulls you back to sleep.

Until Logan gives you a little tickle. “Papa! That’s mean,” you pout softly. He chuckles at your disruption to the silence. “I’m sorry, doll! I couldn’t resist. You expect me to not do that when I’ve got my hand right here on your stomach,” he asks playfully while getting a tighter grasp on the flesh. You squeal at the feeling, unaware that he didn’t even mean to tickle you that time. Nonetheless, he keeps a playful grin on his face. He pats your side and sighs deeply. “How about some breakfast, kid?”

[satorella]

𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫!𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧

𝐏𝐭. 𝟏 (Pt. 2 | Pt. 3)

Boy next door!Eren who attends the same University as you. You’ve seen each other around campus and even have mutual friends, but have never spoken to each other directly.

He’s always thought you were cute though.

Boy next door!Eren who you watch from your living room window as he carries his furniture and boxes into his new house, shirtless. His hair was up in his usual manbun and his body was glistening in sweat from all the heavy lifting. Your mutual friends Armin & Jean, who are also his roommates, are shirtless out there too…

…hey! snap out of it!

Boy next door!Eren who notices you at the window and flashes his handsome smile, giving you a little nod. You wave awkwardly and quickly stepped out of view, “shit shit shit!” You feel the heat rising to your cheeks from embarrassment.

Boy next door!Eren who, after being your neighbor for a couple of weeks now, finds any excuse to talk to you. Even purposely bumping into you on campus.

“Hey, Y/n! Armin won’t be getting off work until later tonight, and he said you have the same notes for Chemistry. Can I come by later to copy ‘em?”

Boy next door!Eren who is always out in his garage/driveway working on his bike whenever you go get the mail in the afternoons.

His muscles flexed every time he moved and you couldn’t help but stare… until you tripped on the uneven pavement leading up to your house. Idiot!Y/n

Eren hears your yelp and snaps his head over in your direction, “You good?” He calls out. You can’t help but blush, “Y-Yeah just tripped on the…” You snapped your fingers trying to think of the word. “…Pathway?” He answers for you. You’re fanning yourself with your mail now, “Pathway! Y-Yes…” You chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact with him. He notices and smirks. He sets his tools down and gives you his full attention, “Catalog for… Victoria’s Secret huh?” He leans against his bike, arms crossed over his chest… green eyes shamelessly roaming over your figure. “Heh, yeah… wait!” You looked at the mail you were fanning yourself with and, again, the heat rises to your cheeks seeing the lacey lingerie set on the front cover of the catalog. “…N-Not that I… I-I mean I don’t wear-“ You stutter. “So that’s not for you then?” He chuckles, continuing to tease you. “Uh… um, n-no. I-It’s for my roommate… Hitch.” Liar. “Ah.” He nods his head. You were so cute.

Boy next door!Eren who knows you’re lying. He knows that you do, in fact, wear lacey lingerie just like that one on the catalog you were holding. How does he know this? Well, truth be told, he’s seen you through your kitchen window, which is also right across from their kitchen window, wearing just that as you made yourself some coffee one morning. He swears he’s not some perv though! Your curtains just… weren’t thick enough… 🙂‍↔️

Boy next door!Eren who ends up transferring into your 10am Chemistry class and immediately finds a seat next to you.

“Well if it ain’t the pretty girl next door.” His familiar deep voice pulls you out of your textbook. You looked up to find him already smiling at you. No no no no no. Shit. You looked like absolute shit today. You know how when you actually try to look nice, nobody sees you? But then when you don’t put too much effort into getting ready, all of a sudden everyone and their mother is out and about?! Yeah. This was one of those times. He rests his arm on the back of your chair, a shiver going down your spine when his thumb lightly brushes against your shoulder. It wasn’t on purpose, at first. But as the next few weeks went by, you noticed he did this every time. He’d rest his arm on the back of your chair and then “innocently” end up making contact with you in some way. You were fine with it… obviously. 🤭

Boy next door!Eren who comes over one Saturday with Armin and Jean to install you and Hitch’s new washer and dryer machines.

“You guys really didn’t have to go through all the trouble…” You say as they lift the second machine in unison. “Why pay extra for someone else to do it, when you have three perfectly strong and capable neighbors who can do it for free?” They show off their muscles once they set the machine down in its designated spot in the laundry room and started hooking it up. “Let me at least make dinner for you guys.” You offer.

Boy next door!Eren who sits next to you at the dinner table, and just like in class, he rests his arm on the back of your chair. But this time he’s bolder in his advances. His usual feather light touch was more noticeable and he even went as far as playing with the ends of your hair. You don’t say anything, because well, you liked it. Armin, Jean, and Hitch noticed and gave each other subtle looks, but didn’t comment. The questioning can wait until later.

“So you and Y/n huh? When did that happen?” Jean asks once they were back in the privacy of their own home. “What do you mean?” Eren plays dumb, but the light redness forming on the tips of his ears betray him. “Yooouuuuu like her!” Armin’s grin widens. “Goodnight!” Jean and Armin share a smirk as Eren shuts his bedroom door.

Boy next door!Eren who couldn’t sleep that night, having spent pretty much the whole day with you. He even got a glimpse of your bedroom; his eyes locking on a lacey piece of lingerie sticking out of your drawer as he walked by. “Catalog wasn’t for her, my ass!” He mumbled to himself as he stared up at his ceiling.

Boy next door!Eren who your roommate, Hitch, questions you about while you washed the dishes and she dries them.

“He’s hot.” She breaks the silence. “Hm?” You pay her no mind. “Eren? C’mon, give me the details. Does he come over in the early mornings after I leave for work or what?” She grins playfully, nudging your shoulder. “What?! No! We just… have Chemistry together.” She raises a brow, “Yeah, I bet you guys do.” You rolled your eyes, “No I meant, Chemistry class.” “Whatever. If you’re getting laid, good for you girl.” “It’s not like that-“

Boy next door!Eren who knew exactly what he was doing this whole time. He knew what time you went and got your mail and purposely went out there to work on his bike just so he could see you if you guys didn’t have class that day, or just to see you again if you did.

Boy next door!Eren who all the girls at Uni would fangirl over. They all wanted to get a taste of him. But none of them were you.

His pretty girl next door…

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40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER SEVEN

thought i’d be lying if i said ‘i didn’t want you to myself.’ when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that it’s mine, i…

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June 2025 — New York City, New York

“Don’t even bring that up, oh my God.” Rickea laughs, reaching one of her long arms over to slap at my knee.

Rickea, Cameron, and I sit soundly in the green room, makeup placed deliberately on our faces. We played the Liberty last night, in a game with an outcome I would rather forget than talk about.

But today, after the team hopped on the first charter back to LA, we had a date with GQ. They called it The Teammates Quiz, and we were given the honor of being the first women’s sports team with the opportunity. I thought it was a cool idea, a game that I would certainly win because I know my teammates well.

However, it seems like these two know me just as well because they are airing my business out to everybody in this room right now. Well, maybe not all of it, but close enough. 

“Kea, you fell on your face in the middle of downtown LA. I’m with P, I’m so bringing it up.” Cameron laughs.

“I was drunk!”

“You were more sober than P. And she drinks like a man going through a divorce.” I instantly pull back from my makeup artist, looking over at my teammate incredulously.

“I do not!” I attempt to defend. “You two insisted on buying drinks after the draft, not me.”

Cameron, who’s seconds away from bursting out in tears of laughter, speaks up through her ragged breaths. “You got so drunk you were making out with random girls in the club.”

“Least I ain’t fall on concrete in the middle of LA.” I laugh, sitting back in my seat and allowing Joanna to get back to doing my makeup. I let her and Brittany take control of my look, they know best after all. 

You would think with the way the three of us all talk to each other that our on court chemistry is terrible, but it’s the complete opposite. Probably why GQ asked us to do this little segment today. I cut my attention back to my teammates when Rickea’s voice cuts through the air again.

“Have you talked to Raye lately?”

The way she asks it seems skeptical. Like she knows something, or is suspicious of something and I can’t pick up why. We’ve been keeping our friendship pretty cordial— at least to our friends and in public.

Maybe Maraye told her about the kiss. Maybe Maraye told her literally nothing, and Rickea is just trying to pry as she does often.

“Uh yeah, we hung out a few nights ago.” I respond, so lucky that Joanne is angling my head in the opposite direction, successfully hiding my growing red face from my teammates. “She’s pretty cool.”

Which isn’t a lie, we did hang out a few nights ago. Only my lips start tingling whenever I think about it. I swear I can taste her still on them all these hours later; like a mix of every single dessert on the planet. So damn sweet. I wonder if she always tasted like that, or if she tasted different elsewhere. 

And yes, Maraye is pretty cool. Pretty funny, pretty smart, pretty talented, pretty. So fucking pretty.

I’m realizing now that three days has been too damn long. To see her damn near everyday, then not at all for a week, then again in which I end up with my tongue down her throat. To not have been within inches of her for 72 fucking hours has me going just a bit crazy.

“I didn’t know y’all were hanging out.”

“I didn’t know I was supposed to tell you that.” I fire back too quickly. It makes it seem defensive, and it’s not. I have nothing to hide. 

Well yeah I do, but I think I’m pretty good at hiding it.

“Paige.” Cam says, cutting into the conversation awkwardly. “Please don’t tell me you did something stupid.”

I slouch back in my seat and Brittany, who I swore just magically spawned behind me, slaps my shoulder telling me to sit up. “I didn’t! You guys can’t ever just trust me.” I laugh.

“‘Cause you get caught doing stupid shit!” Rickea explains.

“Caught?”

“Caught? Again?”

“You haven’t seen twitter?”

Those four words always make my heart beat out of my chest. The internet is cool when it comes to me, out of pocket sure, but cool. But on the off occasion that they aren’t, it’s because they are either making shitty posts about what i’m doing on the court, writing think pieces, or minding my business rather than their own. I’m assuming, in context to Maraye, that it’s the latter.

“The fuck happened this time.” I ask with a huff. The first time, I had gotten too comfortable at the club. Which was admittedly my own drunken fault. The second time I was trending because people swore up and down I was making goo-goo eyes at Taylor Rooks. Which I was, she’s absolutely unreal. And now here we are.

Cameron is the one who looks first, and by the look of her face I assume it’s pretty telling. Rickea hands me her phone. I take it, slightly shaking and I don’t know why. 

My eyes are stuck to the screen, and it’s four pictures. I’m not sure who took them, but Maraye has reached A-list status and I forget the Paps are everywhere when it comes to her. 

The first is us leaving the bar in Atlanta. Maraye’s head isn’t in the shot, she’s busy hopping into the backseat of our uber, but mine is. It’s very obviously me, my signature braids down the side of my face rather than in the usual ponytail. My hand is stuck comfortably in the pocket of my zip up while the other holds the door open for her.

The second photo is from when we’re seated at Waffle house. I’m showing all 32 while Maraye talks, and it makes us look like a fucking couple. Her arms rest on the table, head slightly tilted. From the angle, again, you can’t see all her face but her side profile is obvious. Anyone could point it out and recognize her.

But it’s the last two that make us look the most guilty. My arm draped over her shoulder is very incriminating. She held her pink lemonade flavored slushee in her hand, looking up at me. One more swipe and I’m looking at myself paying for those two slushee’s. It doesn’t help that my jacket from earlier that night is now zipped up over her body. 

‘Paige Bueckers and Maraye Carter in atl this weekend 😲’  Reads the tweet. It’s messy, even more when I scroll further and see people putting pieces together. The replies are full of videos from opening night, screenshots of my recent activity in her instagram likes, and of course, of course, someone had to have seen me in my seat at her concert.

It looks bad. I would say worse than it is, but it all doesn’t even scratch the surface. 

“We just friends.” I mumble, I wouldn’t be surprised if my nose grew a centimeter or two. “Y’know how people get.”

I hand Rickea her phone back. She’s the one I should be scared off, Cameron has been done with my relationship issues since I first met her as kids. But Kea? After the talk about leaving Maraye alone, and how I know better, and how I don’t need to get hurt. I’m terrified that I’m about to get caught.

“Has she seen these?”

“Ion know.” She responded. “Probably. But If you two are jus’ friends’, then don’t sweat it. Hollywood moves fast.”

Really fast. 

—

June 2025 — Los Angeles, California 

“You’re literally a fan, shut up.” I joke at the blonde sitting besides me.

She’s messily scarfing down her chipotle bowl as we sit in her car. The windows are tinted nicely and my album shuffles through her speakers, even though she swears up and down that she didn’t add it to her library.

“Am not.”

“Yeah yeah, pinocchio.”

It’s my first time seeing her since the night in my condo, and it’s awkward. Which is weird because Paige and I have never been awkward together. Everything was always smooth, fluid, when it came to her. But now I don’t know what to say.

I blame it on the kiss.

It should’ve never happened. She knows that, I know that. Even then I don’t regret it. 

I’ve never in my life had feelings for a woman before, until now. And it’s so weird because I think I still have feelings for Julian too. It’s not the same thing though. Julian is perfect for me. Good job, family man, tall, handsome, the most gorgeous and perfect curly hair I’ve ever seen. Then there’s Paige, and she just might be perfect for me too. Work oriented, funny, insanely smart even though I tell her she’s not. 

So I sit silent in her passenger seat, not a clue in the world of what I should say to her. She makes me nervous, she makes the bottom of my stomach twist up whenever I look at her and see those beautiful blue eyes. I shouldn’t feel that way, I know that. But damn does she make it hard.

“Maraye?”

“Yeah?”

Paige chuckles, reaching over to wipe a bit of Vinaigrette from my lip. “I said ‘you good?’”

I nod and my head moves slightly away from her reach. “Yeah. Why?” I ask, taking a generous bit from my burrito.

“Because you’re sittin’ there all quiet.” She explains. “I know we kissed and all that but I ain’t think you would stop bein’ cool around me.” She says in an attempt to ease the atmosphere, the obvious tension that bounces off walls.

“It’s not that.” I mumble.

She puts the lid on her bowl, reaching towards the back seat to drop the trash in the brown chipotle bag. When she turns back to face me, I get a great look at her for the first time all night. Her hair is in a messy bun, strands slightly framing her face.

“Then what is it, Raye?” Paige slouches in the seat. “‘Cause don’t get me wrong, I feel some typa way about you but we’re friends first—”

“I wanna kiss you again.” I blurt out. It’s word vomit, like I can’t help but tell her how badly I want her lips on mine and her tongue in my mouth. Hands on my waist, my ass, in my hair. 

She laughs, and I pray to God she’s not laughing at me. “That’s why you can’t talk to me anymore?”

“I wanna kiss you, but I know how wrong that is. I have a boyfriend, and everyone already thinks something is going on here.” My finger gestures between the both of us.

“You saw the pictures?” Paige cuts me off. Her hand slips forward to grab her phone.

“Did you?”

“Kea showed me them yesterday.”

We sit in silence. I’m trying to process her response. 

“Did, uh, did Julian see them?” She asks.

Shit. Julian. It seems like I’m constantly forgetting about him whenever I’m with her. Always. I’m such a fucking asshole. 

“No, I-I didn’t show him. I don’t think I needed to.” I explain through my stutter. He didn’t need to see them. One, because it wasn’t anything serious. The photos made Paige and I look bad, sure, but there was nothing to worry about. It would only make me and him argue, and we do enough of that already.

“Good.” She nods. “He probably shouldn’t anyway.”

“Yeah.”

“Y’know I really wanna kiss you too.” Paige says. I thought that was it. The kiss happened once, and we were back to being friends. Being normal.

“Paige—”

“I can’t stop thinkin’ about it.”

“P, quit it.”

“I keep thinking about how you taste. Like all day. And I shouldn’t, I know that, but you make it fuckin’ impossible.” The blonde sighs. Her eyes fall shut like it’s painful, painful to not kiss me. 

I shake my head, hoping that it’s enough for her to stop talking about it. “Paige, you and I are friends. That’s it. I have a boyfriend, and you’re not a home wrecker. We aren’t doing that again.”

She goes quiet. Then her eyes open and she turns back towards the wheel. It’s 10:30 at night and she has a game in the morning. Paige’s hips raise slightly to fix her sweatpants. A pulse races through me when it happens. 

“You understand? We can’t.” I ask, pulling her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah. Yeah, just friends.” Paige says.

I want to believe her. I really do. But the look in her eyes tells me I shouldn’t. Those blue orbs I know so well are suddenly a deep color, pupils wide. She slightly bites the corner of her lip, staring at me like I could run away.

“Stop looking at me like that.” I push at her shoulder, a chuckle escaping my lips. “I’m serious. No kissing, no flirting. I’m not a cheater, P. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“I know, I know. I won’t.” She responds. “But if it happens?” Paige leans into me again. Her hand flicking a curl away from my face before playing with it. She stares at me with intensity.

“It won’t.”

“If it does, I’m not apologizing for it.”

And then she pulls back, sitting in her seat and pulling her seatbelt over her body. She turns the engine on without even a second thought.

I sit there speechless, burrito growing cold between my hands. And I know, without a doubt, no matter how badly I want to hold out and follow through on my promise.

Paige is dangerous, and I don’t think I have it in me.

She’s gonna win. Again.

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day one : lingerie & overstimulation (cordell walker) .ᐟ 18+ fem!reader

Cordell sighs the second he steps into the house, taking off his hat and placing it on the rack. It’s already well past midnight so he doesn’t bother calling out for you or his kids, just walks upstairs to your room, hoping for a quiet night after the shitshow of a day.

And then he sees it. Sees your beautiful figure swinging around as you apply your lip gloss, your nightgown hugging your body so perfectly it made him stop dead in his tracks. Which means you hear him come in.

You jump at the sudden noise and turn back, “oh, god,” you place a hand on your chest with a smile, “cordi, are you crazy? How about you don’t sneak up on a ranger’s girlfriend?” 

He can’t help raising an eyebrow as you place your makeup down and walk over to him. The title sounds like honey on your tongue. His girlfriend. Fuck. “Yeah? Why’s that, darlin’?”

“Just, you know, she could be busy.” You shrug playfully until you finally get to wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him close, “‘missed you today.” And ain’t that the truest thing. It’s been a long day of missed calls, apologizing texts, angry teenagers demanding their dad. And you wanted to do something to calm yourself down.

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he smirks, feeling the silk of the night down against his skin, pressing a kiss to your done up hair, “and what’s all this?” He pulls away to spin you around and you let out a laugh.

“Oh, you mean my new set?” You smile, shrugging, “‘s just something I got today. Stella wanted to go to the mall, and there was a really pretty store.”

He looks down at you with a knowing look, suddenly all expressions of tiredness are replaced with lust. “‘M sure it was. Gonna show me what you bought?”

It’s no secret Cordell likes you in white, he’s mentioned it every single time you’ve worn it, and at first you thought he was hunting at something but he was actually being honest, he loves the color on you, says it matches your hair (whatever that means), and that’s how you chose the lace set, the one your display for him as you unwrap the nightgown.

It’s really basic, just a two piece with the intricate lace design on each one, but it’s highly effective the way Cordi’s drinking you in. He looks you up and down before staring into your eyes, “thoughts?”

He leans down urgently to whisper “Gorgeous,” against your lips, pushing you further into the room after slamming the door shut recklessly. You pull away to giggle, hoping the kids are still asleep. Cordi seems to have forgotten all about that. He’s kissing you again, walking back until he hits the bed and sits down, “so beautiful in white, love this, love you.”

He pulls you into his lap, and it seems like he just can’t stop moving his lips hungrily on yours while you’re rocking your hips against him. Cordell’s hands find their way to your waist so he’s moving you and the sudden change causes you to moan against his mouth. “Fuck.”

He changes the position so you’re laying on the bed, your head on the pillow. Once his fixation seems to lessen he moves down to your neck, licking and biting your sensitive skin while you’re running your fingers through his hair like it’ll make him get to the main event. 

He keeps moving down your body, tugging at the bra but not taking it off, running his hands on your waist but not touching below your panties, then he finally gets to your inner thigh and you swear if he doesn’t do something—

Cordi moves the panties to one side, his fingers graze your clit and you arch your back in need. God, oh, fuck, why isn’t he doing anything. “Please, please, Cordi, c’mon.”

“I will, honey, I will.” And just as you’re about tell him lying’s a sin— he abides, his long finger moving to circle your entrance before actually pushing in and your moan takes you both by surprise. “Yeah? You’re so wet for me ‘n I haven’t even done anything. Was this what you wanted, baby girl? Wanted me to come home and find you like this? So fucking pretty, my very own angel.” 

You can’t respond, don’t want to, just need more of him inside you. His fingers, his mouth, anything. “Please.”

“You know I don’t like to keep you waitin’.” He leans down to kiss your lips, your mind’s too hazy to kiss back properly but you try and he finally shoves one more finger into your cunt as you cry out and he swallows your sounds. 

Cordell quickens the pace, his fingers slamming knuckle deep into you and you’re meeting his thrusts with your hips, desperate to come. 

You’ve always been so wet for him, always ready for his fingers, for his cock so he can’t help his growing dick— or ego. Just the sounds coming from you. From your pretty lips. From your pussy.

“Cordi— Cordi, oh god.” You tighten your grip on the bed sheets when his thumb massages your clit, and you have to physically keep from bucking up into it. He’s already going too fast with long, thick fingers pushing into you, hitting you right where you need them, and he knows it too. Knows exactly how to curl his fingers, knows exactly where to kiss and press for you to come undone.

“Please, please, cordi, m’gonna come— ah, cordi—” cordell watches as your orgasm crashes through you and you’re shaking under his touch. He lets you ride it out, his thumb still on your sensitive clit, his careful fingers massaging your sweet spot. Your moans get louder as he doesn’t stop even when you’re completely done. “Cordi— no, no, can’t take it, can’t—”

“You sure, baby girl?” He asks, even if you can tell it isn’t genuine with him still fingering you and your pussy clenching around him almost painfully; he doesn’t care. “‘Cause I think you can take more, right? You gonna be good for me and come again?”

“No, no, no, hurts— ‘s too much,” your hands immediately go to take his off but he holds them down on your stomach, tsking.

“One more, just one more.” And you can’t argue through the bliss and the impending orgasm rushing towards you again, you’re relaxing against Cordi to try and get there faster, chasing the high all over again as he adds another finger.

He leans down to graze his teeth against the unpadded bra, right against your nipples and it sends you over the edge again, his lips sucking greedily at the fabric and relentless thrusting as you cry out.

He slowly reclaims his fingers and you sigh in relief, crashing against the bed. Mumbling about how much you hate him. 

But then again, that cup of coffee you had before he came home wasn’t for nothing, you think as you sit up to get on his lap.

[aurorawritestoescape]

So i couldnt sleep so my mind went rambling abt bad blood tommy fucking reader while on facetime w joel. (Like yk filming reader if that makes sence.) And tommy MAYBE brat taming her a little bit or smt and joel telling him what to do or smt. (You can ignore that last part lol)

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BAD BLOOD extra || Tommy’s visit || 2,1k happens after part 6 | can be read alone

Pairing: step uncle Joel Miller x f!reader x stepdad Tommy Miller

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, step-cest, age gap (reader is 22, Joel and Tommy are in their late and mid-40s), brat tamer!Tommy, mean!Joel, voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected piv, consensual ass spanking, creampies, degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, ass play, swearing, smoking. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions.

A/n: thank you for the delicious thots and inspo, lovely nonnie!💖😘I’m not gonna ignore the last part bc it’s hot af! Hugs to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing😘 Love you all!❤️ dividers by @saradika-graphics

Part 6 || SERIES MASTERLIST || MASTERLIST

Tommy’s visiting you while you’re at college and he got a hotel room for you two for a whole weekend, starting Friday. After a few weeks apart and numerous phone sex sessions you couldn’t take your hands off each other. You lost count how many times Tommy made you come on his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

Fucked out of your mind, you’re lying naked on your front in the bed, nibbling on some French fries that you ordered to the room.

“Let’s call uncle Joel,” you offer, smiling at Tommy who’s resting next to you, leaning against the headboard, drinking water and stealing your fries from time to time. He’s naked as well and you marvel at his golden skin, glistening with sweat, his long dark curls, some stuck to his forehead and neck.

“You miss him?” he asks, grabbing his phone off the nightstand.

No way you will admit it so you answer with a shrug. Over the weeks apart Joel and you phoned each other too. Your calls were much shorter than with your stepdad and consisted of him making you come by degrading you over the phone, while your vibrator was pressed to your clit or your fingers were playing with your pussy. He never jerked off though. ‘I ain’t a fucking teenager to jack off over the phone like that,” he always said. But you could bet that as soon as he hung up, his hand darted to his throbbing cock.

When Joel picks up the phone, you hear music and people talking loudly. It’s Friday night so of course he’s at some bar. Tommy greets him and the noises get quiet when the older brother apparently steps outside.

“Hey, uncle Joel,” you purr, when Tommy passes you the phone. Joel gives you a trace of a smile, his face illuminated by the dim street light. He’s looking handsome and smug as always, with a lit cigarette hanging off his lower lip.

“Tommy, why is this little slut still talking?” he raises his voice so his brother could hear. “You’ve been there all day, she shoulda been in a cock coma by now.”

Tommy shakes his head, mumbling ‘Jesus’ and you roll your eyes.

“Stop it, daddy’s made my pussy very happy.”

Joel hums in disbelief and you pout your lips.

“Why haven’t you come with him?”

“I have work this weekend, angel. Need to get some dough so when you visit us I can spoil you like a princess.”

“Really?” You beam at the screen.

“Hell no! Ima spend it on hookers and blow,” he chuckles.

“Fuck you,” you curse at him and throw the phone back to Tommy.

You turn over on your back and with your brows furrowed, start angrily chewing on a fry.

“Second, Joel,” Tommy mumbles, crawls to you and slowly gets between your thighs, the phone still in his hand.

“You know he’s joking, right? We can't wait for you to visit us in Austin.”

Tommy’s warm smile softens your attitude and you slide lower to wrap your legs around his hips, pressing your cum filled pussy to his already hardening cock.

He takes it as an invitation, which it absolutely is, and glides his pink tip between your slicked up pussy lips, massaging your clit and drawing needy whimpers out of your half-opened mouth.

“Look at this, Joel,” Tommy smirks, turning the phone and directing the camera to your cunt, hugging his stiff cock.

“Damn, angel,” you hear your step uncle respond.

Then Tommy slowly changes the phone's angle so your step uncle could see your naked body, squirming against the messy sheets.

You look at the screen, eyes already glossy with lust and bliss, and bite your lip, hearing a loud growl, coming out of Joel's mouth at the sight of your puffy wet folds, being used by his brother, your heaving belly, your hickey-covered tits and pebbled nipples.

“Looking hot, baby,” you hear him compliment you and almost come at how rare and thus more delicious it is.

“Thank you, uncle,” you breathe out and suddenly cry out when Tommy roughly pushes his cock into your weeping hole, taking you by surprise.

“Daddy!”

“Yes, my love?” Tommy gives you a naughty smile, rolling his hips into you and you smile back. The way he fills you is so satisfying, it makes your pussy greedily clench and gush more around his cock .

“How is she?” Joel asks, and you hear him take a drag of his cigarette.

Tommy turns the camera back to himself and talks to his brother, while his cock is languidly sliding in and out of your soft cunt.

“She’s heaven, Joel. You’re missing out.”

At this point you’re not sure if they’re talking about you or your pussy, which turns you on even more.

“Yeah, fuck, ya know that we need to get that contract. I’m meeting them tomorrow morning.”

To your shock they start discussing the upcoming deal and your jaw drops in astonishment.

“Hello! Your dick’s inside me! Can you talk shop later?” you grunt at Tommy and hear Joel’s gruff voice.

“Shut it, angel. Grownups are talking.”

Tommy gives you an apologetic smile but then continues speaking to Joel.

Anger boils up in your stomach and you plant your foot on Tommy's chest and push yourself off his cock. The man hisses, apparently in pain from your sudden movement. But you couldn’t care less. How dare he? you think, feeling hurt and offended.

You roll over on your belly, grab a handful of fries and shove them into your mouth.

“What the fuck, babygirl? Ouch,” Tommy growls behind you.

“Whatever.”

“Come on, sweetheart. I’ve just asked him a couple of questions. It’s important.”

“Fucking brat,” Joel comments on the phone and you grind your teeth.

Trying to soothe you, Tommy rubs the back of your thigh with his warm hand.

“My cock’s hard and waiting for you, my love.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” you bite back and Tommy throws the phone on the bed next to you.

Suddenly he plops down on top of you, pressing you into the mattress with his heavy body.

“He’s right. You are a fucking little brat,” he hisses in your ear and grabs your arms with his strong hands, when you try to lift your torso to push him off. “I’ve been railing this needy cunt all day and you can’t give me a few seconds?”

He bucks his hips against your ass and you moan, feeling his huge cock dig between your asscheeks.

“Daddy,” you whimper in defeat.

“Bitch needs to be punished, brother,” Joel’s modulated voice is egging Tommy on.

“Ain’t he right, sweetie?” Tommy grunts, his hot breath fanning your cheek.

Your mischievous smile tells him everything he needs to know and he commands, lifting his torso off you and sitting up.

“Ass up, babygirl!”

He slaps your asscheek and you whine, when the vibrations pleasure your sensitive pussy.

You do as you’re told and grab the phone with a naughty smile, before placing it against the headboard, letting Joel see what your stepdad is about to do to you.

“Should I spank this minx, Joel?”

“Fuck yeah! This brat’s begging to be disciplined. Right, little slut?”

“Yes, please, daddy, uncle,” you obediently breathe out, wiggling your pushed up ass.

It immediately earns you a slap from Tommy and you moan.

“Shall I keep going, sweetie?” Tommy asks and you hastily nod.

Another slap lands on your ass and then another and another.

“Fuck, wish I could join you, brother,” Joel groans. “I’d give it to her good.”

Tommy spares you, his hits are not that hard, but after having the same spot spanked a few times, you feel heat and ache spread over your skin.

“Daddy,” you whine and he glides his palms over the globs of your ass in a soothing gesture.

“Will you interrupt me again, babygirl?” he asks and slaps your burning asscheek.

“No, daddy!”

“Good girl,” Tommy praises as his hand runs over your spine and squeezes the back of your neck.

“And never get off this cock until I’m done with you. Understand?”

You nod your head, noticing Joel smirk on the screen.

“We should punish her more often, brother. Pity that the slut loves it too much.”

You stick your tongue out at Joel and turn to Tommy.

“Fuck me, daddy. Please.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Your hole’s been clenching the whole time I’ve been slapping your sexy ass. She’s so needy.”

“She is daddy—ahhh,” you purr and moan as he inserts his fat cock into your cunt and begins thrusting into you hard and fast.

“Pussy’s already full of my cum. So wet. Gonna give you more, sweetie.”

“Yeah, ruin this cunt, Tommy,” Joel growls and you stare at his handsome face with half-lidded eyes, reveling in the sensation of Tommy’s cock massaging your walls, and Joel’s black gaze, watching you getting railed.

“Angel,” you hear his voice, calling you. “Can you do something for your dear uncle?”

“Yeah?”

“Stick two fingers into your ass for me.”

You curse, getting more turned on.

“Good idea, Joel,” you hear Tommy’s strained voice as he must be close to coming.

“Get the phone,” Joel says to his younger brother and soon he has a perfect view of your ass and pussy, stretched around Tommy’s cock.

You bring your hand to your asshole and mewl,

“Daddy, help.”

“Of course, my love,” your stepdad coos at you and spreads your asscheeks with his thick fingers, giving you a better access to your tight hole and then spitting right on it.

You jerk at the sensation of his saliva hitting your puckered hole and sliding down your crack. You spread the liquid over and slowly push the tip of your middle finger inside.

“Relax, baby,” Tommy says, slowing down the pace of his cock inside your cunt. Your ass is tight but you take a deep breath, follow his advice, and soon your whole digit sinks into your asshole.

“Yeahhh. Good little slut,” you hear Joel and smile, your cheek pressed to the bed.

Your loud moans fill the room when you begin moving your middle finger at the same speed that Tommy picks up, fucking your pussy.

“Angel, add another one, c’mon,” Joel grunts. “Tommy, faster.”

Joel is directing his brother, who’s fucking his ex stepdaughter. Your juices are sliding down your inner thighs, your eyes roll back while your asshole is getting filled with two fingers. Tommy begins rutting his manhood into your cunt relentlessly, chasing his orgasm, while you are self-fucking your ass.

“Like that, open up that tight hole, angel. Get it nice and ready for your uncle’s fat cock. What a good little slut for us.”

Both of your holes clench hard at his words and it sends Tommy over the precipice.

“Oh yeahhh,” he moans and starts spilling his hot cum into your pussy. The warmth of his load and the squirts, hitting your walls, make you explode on his cock and your fingers. You scream and whimper, while your pussy is getting flooded with Tommy’s thick seed, and your asshole is clamping tight around your fingers.

Tommy finishes emptying his balls into your pulsating cunt and pulls out as your fingers leave your asshole too. You both collapse on the bed, panting and smiling at each other.

“Guess my work there ‘s done. Bye, lovebirds,” you hear Joel’s voice, coming from the phone, lost somewhere in the sheets.

“Wait, wait!” You hastily search for it and when you succeed, ask Joel, your eyes glinting with mischief,

“Are you hard right now, uncle Joel?”

The older brother narrows his eyes at you.

“What d’ you think, angel? I jus’ watched you fuck your own ass like a cock hungry slut.”

You smile proudly, imagining his huge bulge, straining his jeans all because of you.

“Have a nice jerk off session, uncle,” you mock but Joel smirks.

“Don’t think so, baby. Gonna go find a nice wet pussy to fuck in the bathroom.”

With that he ends the call and jealousy burns deep in your belly.

As always attentive to your mood, Tommy swiftly scoops you into his arms and holds you close, while you’re nuzzling his neck.

For a few minutes you two are lying in silence. Tommy’s heartbeat soothes you, floods your soul with affection for the man but you sigh, feeling a pang in your heart that Joel isn’t here.

“He really wanted to come, sweetheart,” Tommy says, as if having read your mind.

You hum, faking indifference, but your heart feels lighter and you tilt your head up to kiss his soft lips and mumble, “I love you, daddy.”

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[vamp1r3k1tty]

Can you do a Captain Hook romantic fic with some smut please 🙏🥺, with female reader

It starts off with the theme from “love ain’t it” and then it ends with the theme from “love is sweeter”

Thank you so much for the rec!!!

I’m a sucker for smut so ofc I can boo 😝

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Pairing: Hook x Fem!reader

Summary: In which the real daughter of Mother Gothel finally gets taught how to love

Warnings: smut, neglect, mommy issues, swearing

Authors note: I decided to make this a mother gothel’s daughter ff because with the theme “love ain’t it” I thought she could be the neglected daughter of Gothel (like Cassandra from Tangled the Series) in which her mother never cared for the way she did Rapunzel. Thus being taught her whole life that love isn’t the answer. Hope you enjoy!!

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Mother Gothel. You probably know her from the tale of how she kidnapped Princess Rapunzel, locked her in a tower and used her magic hair for her own gluttonous actions. Blah blah blah, whatever, but what you don’t know is that she had another daughter. A daughter of her very own blood. And that daughter is me.

When the truth came out about how my mother was a criminal that kidnapped the royal baby of corona and locked her away her whole life, only exploiting her for the magical healing powers that her hair graced her with, people were appalled to say the least. The royal family got their happy ending when they all reunited once again. Their long lost daughter finally returning home after 17 years was a story to be told for centuries to come. They got their happy ending and the whole of Corona rejoiced.

But what about me?

When’s my happy ending?

My mother lived a double life, living in the tower with the daughter she always wished she would’ve been graced with, returning to me in the ‘home’ we shared with only the intentions to turn me into a monster like herself. To continue her legacy.

Which seems to have worked. Since here I am, Merlin’s academy, stalking in the shadows just like my mother always taught me to do. She said I didn’t need friends, because they made me weak. But what stuck with me the most, was that she told me I didn’t need love. “Love ain’t it” she used to preach everyday. I suppose it always stuck with me because deep down I knew, she didn’t love me the way a mother should love her child. She didn’t love me the way I deserved to be loved.

But now I understand that I never truly deserved to be loved because the daughter of a monster like her never gets the happy ending she so desperately wants. Don’t get me wrong, I would never want that happy ending now. Love makes me sick, that’s for sure, and that may be the only thing my so called mother ever truly taught me right. Love does make you weak. And love most definitely ain’t it.

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Now when I told you I didn’t believe in love, I wasn’t lying, however that doesn’t mean I don’t like to get involved in other activities.

I quietly pull on my clothes and exit the dorm of the guy I’d just slept with. Only one round and he lasted two minutes. Two. Whole. Minutes. Then he proceeded to fall asleep with me laying beside him in shock. The second he nodded off and began snoring obnoxiously loud was the moment I knew I could make my escape.

I rolled my eyes and continued down the hall to the courtyard. It was currently around 1pm. My free period. And for some reason I decided to waste it on this good for nothing guy I don’t even know the name of.

I decided to walk around and people watch. I always found people fascinating, but I guess that was just because the only person I’ve ever known was my mother, and she’s dead and rotting. Maybe it was a good thing my mother never taught me how to love since that just made her death all the more easier. She ruined my life, kept me hidden in the dark, and after all her dirty deeds she’d commit, the karma that had been so rightfully coming her way hit her like a wrecking ball.

I clearly hadn’t hid myself well enough in the shadows as I was taught to since I bumped into someone, none other than the sea queen herself, Uliana, and her pathetic little posse. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Gothel.” She spat my name at me like it was worthless. Which I suppose it is.

The rest of her gang crowded around me and I could only roll my eyes at their attempts to intimidate me. “Uliana.” I retorted, half-assed. She cocked her head to the side and laughed, the rest of them joining in.

“Just came back from hooking up with one of your little boy toys, hm?”

“I did actually!” I replied with false enthusiasm. “But I guess you’ll never experience how good that actually feels.” I fake pout and her gaze hardened and the others let out wolf whistles and choruses of amusement.

“She got you there Uli!” Morgie, the weakest link of the group, chanted and laughed in her face, only fuelling her anger more.

“So, Princess.” None other than Hook himself began talking and strode over to me, arrogantly, then proceeded to get right up in my face til we were merely centimetres apart. “When you gonna come to my dorm next.” He plastered on a sickly sweet smirk and glided his ice-cold hook across my cheek. “I’d love to share this “experience” with you that you so gloat about.” He bit his lip and his eyes flickered down to my own, then back to my eyes again.

“Too bad you’ll never know.” I kissed my middle and ring fingers, then pressed them to his own lips as he raised his eyebrows at me, smirk never leaving his face. I walked backwards, making sure to hold eye contact with a smirk of my own until I finally swivel around and walk the way I came towards my alchemy class.

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Sat at the back of the classroom with no partner beside me, as per usual, I didn’t expect anybody to join me. Until the seat that had been empty for months was finally pulled out. I payed no mind to it, just assumed whoever it was had picked the wrong seat and would soon realise that they were about to perch next to a death wish itself.

However, they made no attempts to move, so I decided to lift my head from my arm and glance beside me. Though I did not expect for said person to already be staring at me with curiosity of her own.

“Maleficent? Are you even in this class?”

“No, but Hook has taken quite a liking to you, and I must say, you somewhat intrigue me too.” I sat there and looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, then she rolled her eyes and continued talking. “He wants you to meet him at the water fountain after school is over. I suggest you go.” She then said nothing else and proceeded to stare at me for the rest of the lesson.

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After that weird encounter with Maleficent, I went back to my dorm and doodled in my notebook.

Living in neglect, I used to always write poetry as an outlet, a way to express my emotions without actually expressing them. Then I became somewhat of an emotionless freak and now I just write about the ways I want to feel.

I’ve had writers block for a while now, but maybe now that I’m being exposed from my place in the shadows, I’ll have something to write about. Eventually. Considering I’m still sat with nothing to write about.

I thought about meeting Hook after school, I really did. But I thought back to what my mother said and all those thoughts dissipated as soon as I had even thought about them. It was around an hour or so after school had finished, and no sign of Hook, which furthermore led me to assume that he never actually wanted to see me in the first place and Uliana and her goons just wanted to provoke me more than they’d already tried to.

Suddenly banging sounded on my door, waking me from the haze I was in, I begrudgingly got up from the comfort of my bed and opened it.

“Hook?”

“Hiya Gothel.”

My eyes widened and shot down to my attire, for I was wearing none other than my low rise pyjama pants and my boob tube top. I internally winced, knowing I didn’t look my very best. I knew I’d hear an earful from him and his clique if he were to tell them about it.

His own eyes widened and looked me up and down, then proceeded to giggle at me. I only looked at him in confusion. Somehow, he seemed to take my silence as an invitation considering he barged into my room and plopped down on my bed. I rolled my eyes and closed my door, opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off. “Oooh what’s this.” He picked up my notebook and began looking through it.

“Not for your eyes!” I lunged forward and jerked it out of his hands before he could get a word in.

“Alright lassie, I didn’t see anything.” He giggled again. “Why, is it your secret diary?” He taunted. “Do you write about all your little love affairs in there?” At this point he was cackling, so I shoved the book in my drawer and cut him off.

“What are you doing here, Hook?”

“Well I did get Mali to tell you to meet me at the water fountain, but clearly you didn’t get my message.”

“Message received, James. I just didn’t reply.”

“Oooh we’re going by first names now are we Y/N?” I crossed my arms and deadpanned at him. “Okay okay! I just wanted to see you, but I guess I received your message too.” He stood up and walked towards the door.

“Wait!” My arm shot out and grasped his own, which seemed to have been the reaction he wanted because he turned to face me with a cheek eating grin.

“Yes, my dear Y/N?”

“What did you want to see me for?” He walked towards me, my hand still on his arm, and got right up in my face like earlier on today. He smiled at me, and for a moment I almost thought it was genuine. Almost. Then he trailed his hook across my face again.

“Why do you think, Princess?” He asked me, rhetorically, and I knew this answer. At this point the coldness of his hook was sending tingles down my spine, and our close proximity was enough to make my knees weak.

“I don’t know James. Why don’t you tell me.”

He smirked and leaned forward “How about I show you?” He entrapped my lips in a bittersweet kiss. It started off slow, until it was clear what both of our intentions were. The kiss progressed quickly, considering I was pressed up against my door, hand on my neck and hook down the waistline of my pants.

Our tongues were clashing and it was clear as day who had dominance over the situation. In all my hookups, I was always the one taking control. But with James it was different. And I loved it.

I let out a whimper and he tugged me up, so he was carrying me, back still pressed firmly against the door. I pulled away for air for not even a millisecond, and James had already latched his lips onto my neck, leaving love marks all over.

He trudged me over to my bed and settled me on my back, looming over me seductively. I pushed him away and tore off his shirt hungrily, revealing his perfectly sculpted body. I bit my lip and closed my eyes in desperation. When I reopened them, James was gazing at me in awe. He took his hand and rubbed my cheek.

It felt different from before. He was looking at me with a sense of security. I felt safe in his arms. He leaned back down and kissed me again, this time much gently. For a moment I succumbed to the warm fuzzy feeling I had bubbling in my chest, before I realised what was happening and flipped him over onto his back.

He seemed surprised I’d taken control and let me work my wonders on him, letting out whimpers of his own. I pulled away and smirked at him, in which he proceeded to stare up at me with those beautiful doe eyes of his. “What’s the matter Jamesy? Cat got your tongue?” I was now grinning as he shut his eyes tightly, pushing himself further into the bed.

To say I was turned on would be an understatement. In fact, I was indubitably stimulated in all the sweet spots in my body. I was legitimately turned on with the most arousal I had ever felt in my life.

I ran my fingers through his hair before latching onto his soft strands and pulling myself into a hungry make out session once again. This time, he pushed me away and ripped my own shirt off.

Considering I was in my boob top- more specifically my lounge attire- I had decided to not wear a bra, much to Hooks pleasure considering he flipped me onto my back again and eagerly devoured my breasts.

I couldn’t help the moan that had escaped my lips and he kissed me recurrently, fondling my tits in his coarse palms.

I was desperate.

I wanted him.

I needed him.

Thus I pushed him off me, to his dismay and he looked at me in confusion. He opened his mouth to speak until I shushed him and took my pants off.

I prompted him to do the same, trailing my fingers down his torso and over his clothed phallus. This seemed to get a good reaction out of him as he threw his head back and whimpered once more. Quickly, he took off his own pants and before he got the chance to reside above me once more, I had already sat on his lap so I was straddling him.

I decided to grind my hips against his own as his dick only doubled in size, poking my own clothed pussy through his boxers.

We stared at each other in stupefaction and desperation for a moment. His eyes were the most beautiful sight I had ever gazed upon. I could get lost in them for centuries.

“You’re so beautiful, James.” I said, earnestly.

He chuckled. “I should be saying that to you, my dear Y/N.”

We smiled at each other and I proceeded to run my fingers through his hair again.

Then his smile fell.

“You don’t have to do this if you want to Y/N.” I looked at him in confusion. “I’ve been teasing you about it and said I wanted a shag, but if you’re not actually up for it then we don’t have to do anything. I really respect you, Y/N.”

I could only gawk in astonishment. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“It’s just that… none of the guys I’ve slept with have ever been so…” I trailed off, unable to find the right words.

“So… consensual?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Yeah. But it’s fine!” I cut him off before he could say anything. “I do want to do this with you. I want to do everything with you.” We smiled at each other again. I leaned over to whisper in his ear. “Also, that was really sexy.” I giggled and kissed him again.

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I couldn’t tell you how long we had been in that same position, just making out, but eventually we had both fully stripped and he was looming over me.

A sweaty mess.

An insanely attractive, sweaty mess.

He was deep inside me, skin slapping skin and the only thing I could focus on was our chorus of moans. His chorus of moans. The way his eyes rolled back every time he pounded into me had me close to my climax.

If this man asked me to get on my hands and knees and beg for him, I literally would. No guilt in that at all.

I thrusted my hips up to meet his own, one of his hands rested on my tit, and the other wrapped so laboriously around my neck. I was so edged and I could say the exact same thing about him as he praised me with each stroke he hit.

“You feel so good Y/N oh my god” his grunts and moans felt like the biggest reward I could ever receive.

“I’m so close James.” I panted.

“Me too princess, me too.” The way he normally called me princess was all part of an act. Just an effort to taunt me. But the way he called me it right now had me under his spell.

As quick as those words left his mouth I had already come undone underneath him. I moaned his name so loud I was almost sure the whole of Corona could hear me, but this clearly untied the knot in his own stomach as he climaxed soon after me.

He stayed inside me for a few seconds to prolong our orgasms, still on top of me for a couple moments more, then pulled out and rolled beside me, tugging me onto his chest.

His hands stroked through my hair so precisely, each strand he touched managed to tickle my scalp and I found myself snuggling into his side.

He ogled down at me and I looked up at his gorgeous features. “What?”

“I’m just looking at your beautiful face, my dear Y/N. Am I not allowed to do that?” The way he looked at me gave me butterflies. His gaze made me feel like the only girl in the world. And if I was, I’d happily be his girl.

I let out a small chuckle before I realise what was happening. My eyes widened and I sat up quickly.

“What? What’s wrong?” He followed so that our eyes were level.

“No. No actually, you’re not allowed to do that.” I sprung on my bed and rushed to put my clothes on. “You should leave, Hook.”

“Wh- did I do something?” He mimicked my actions.

“You did more than just something.”

“I’m- I’m sorry Y/N. I really care about you, I don’t-”

“That’s the problem!” I snapped. “You shouldn’t care about me!” At this point, tears had welled up in my eyes and threatened to fall. But I wouldn’t allow them to. Not in front of him. I sighed and looked at them ground, my shoulders slumped and my arms fell by my side. “Nobody cares about me…”

“Is that what this is about? You’re insecure?” He asked sincerely.

“I’m more than just insecure Hook! I can’t do this cutesy-relationshipy stuff. I’ve never been loved. My mother always told me that love isn’t the answer. That’s how I’ve been brought up. I can’t show love because I don’t know how it feels…”

“Then let me show you.” He walked over to me, carefully as though to not trigger me again. To show me he truly cared. He latched his fingers under my chin and lifted my head to look at him.

Not his hook. His actual working hand.

That was my final straw as a tear managed to work its way out of my eye. “What?”

“Let me show you what it’s like to be loved. Let me love you, Y/N. I want to love you.”

He encapsulated me in a soft hug and I let myself melt in his touch. “I want to love you too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Please show me how to love.”

And with that, he kissed me again. The sweetest kiss I had ever received.

For once in my fucked up, isolating life, I truly felt loved.

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A/N: Hope this was okay! I feel like this was so long 😭😭 I was fr writing for ages. But what my lovelies want, my lovelies get 🤭😝

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Toji x reader . Full Nelson. Toji has a fat cock (what’s new 🤷‍♂️) jealous sex. Dacryphillia.

The stretch in your legs would actually feel really refreshing… if it weren’t for the giant man behind you shoving his cock up in you with no regard for your safety at all. The way his giant forearms felt behind your neck made your core buzz. Chin painfully digging into your collarbone. “Fuck Toji ~” you managed to choke out, hands that were locked above you reaching back to grip his void-black hair desperately. “ F-fuck please slow down~” you slurred , drool running down your lip a bit. It was honestly embarrassing, the mess you're in right now. All because you didn’t answer your phone on a night out. “ Toji- I swear I didn-“ you yelped out as his cock hit deep and his balls slapped against your clit, effectively shutting you up. “ I don’t wanna fucking here that shit” Toji cursed with a yawn, “ you think I actually thought you were cheating!” You felt his pace pick up even more , balls smacking your clit with every thrust now. “ you couldn’t cheat if you wanted to, too addicted to this dick ain’t cha ?” He teased. You let out a pitiful whimper at his words. He’s so fucking dirty , lying about being mad just to fuck you rough. You managed to roll your eyes and lace your voice with annoyance, “ J-Ji I would have let you fuck me rough without a lie”. You sassed , though your voice wobbled. You felt your core tighten as he always managed to fuck you harder than before. “ I know “ he rasped out “ but it’s so much better when your eyes are teary from thinking you disappointed me” he laughed , unlocking you from your entanglement  as though he knew his last thrust would send you over the edge. So full of himself. Your body convulsing as he let you go, smirking down on you. It was honestly even more embarrassing than before. Sprawled out , ass up in front of him as you squirted everywhere.

 “fuck I love how that position reduces you to the fucking slut you are” 

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earth 42!miles x gn!reader

summary: miles is very aware you love making bracelets, you would always have tons on your wrist with all sorts of beads and charms, you left a few at his house so he stops by to give them back, somehow you rope him into making some with you.

extra: mostly fluff, light swearing, reader listens to destiny’s child, reader is mean (playfully)

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notes: reader is black to me but anyone can read, and he’s been plaguing my brain as of recent it’s insane

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“I can’t believe you got me doin this” miles says his brows furrowed as he’s trying to put the thread through the shiny black bead.

he originally came by to drop off the multiple bracelets you left all over his room, everytime he sees you, you always got a row of them on your wrist, even one for every occasion, one of every color, every type of bead, any charm you can think of, it was impossible to find a variation you didn’t have.

now here he was, sitting on the carpet of your bedroom, criss-cross apple sauce with destiny’s child playing from your phone, the window slightly open for a slight breeze to blow in, as he’s attempting to a bracelet of his own.

“you need help over there?” you ask, holding back a smirk at his struggling, this comes easy to you, you’re on your fourth bracelet by now and it’s been only 15 minutes.

“nah I got it, just gimmie a sec” he says squinting as the thread misses the hole of the bead, his hands slightly trembling as he’s concentrated. you let out a laugh and scoot over closer to him, you can feel his warm body radiating and the smell of his cologne he always wears which made a fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“I told you I got it” he says protesting, despite him clearly struggling. “ boy if you don’t let me help you..” you say rolling your eyes and taking it from him, you grab the bead and swiftly yet smoothly slide it on the thread, tying off the end to start it off for him. “see, wasn’t that easier?” you say with a smile looking over at him, inches away from his face.

he shrugs, “damn, you good with your hands I see” he says slyly, he was speaking practically in your ear, before getting another bead, slightly getting the hang of it but barely, this boy was gonna be the death of you.

“I see that you aren’t” you say back teasingly, you’re on your last bead getting ready to tie the knot to finish it, this would be your fifth bracelet. “ you tryna bet on that?” he says smirking at you, giving that smug smile he loves to do knowing the effect it has.

“you must want me to throw you out?” you say, trying to ignore him, he gives a chuckle before shaking his head lightly and his eyes practically piercing through you the way he’s staring at you, he shifts the way he’s sitting “you know you love me, but seriously.. this a real talent you got, don’t lose it” he says, his voice laced with sweetness and playfulness to it.

“might have to keep some of these too” he says eyeing the extra bracelets you have laying around on the carpet along with some of the variety of charms, picking one up that had a dark crimson red color to it, each had their own look, he didn’t mind, it’s the fact they were yours,your creations that he loved so much and he loved seeing how happy it makes you.

“you can get a few, don’t break them cause I ain’t gonna make you more” you say sounding pretty serious as you give him a look narrowing your eyes.

he hums at that before speaking “the ones still lying around my room you made, begs to differ but it’s ight” he says with a small smile before getting up and flicking your forehead lightly to look at your collection of bracelets, definitely taking more then what he came with.

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end of this little drabble 😭🫶🏾, if you did make him a bunch he’d make sure to wear every single one, not at once but he’d switch through them and would definitely say you made em if someone asked.