#i fucking hate the deep roads so like this would be big

[moony-mybeloved]

Under Pressure

The Marauders band au I suggest in my last post received a resounding yes so heres chpt 1! comment to be added to the taglist 🫶

The last thing Remus Lupin expected to be doing after a very successful show was driving home in his shitty car, down his shitty road, to get back to his shitty apartment, without his shitty boyfriend.

It wasn't supposed to end like this. Sirius wasn't supposed to say those things, he himself wasn't supposed to flip his lid, but here he is, and now he has to pull over before he kills someone because he can't see the road past the tears blurring his vision.

The break up was messy, backstage of a show, Remus was angry already, Sirius had been a dick before the show, going mental at James for taking a shot before the show, yelling at Peter for snapping a string on his guitar right on their 5 minute call, and scolding Remus for showing up with his cane in hand.

'You can't play with one hand! your gonna have to, I don't know, lean on something, just make it look cool ok!?'

Make it look cool? Remus had been livid, it was a bad hip day, he could barely walk on his own, but god forbid he run Sirius Blacks big show. He would have blamed it on the mans nerves, if he hadn't been acting like this ever since the band got a big break, and now The Marauders are a known name, then Sirius changed, been more like a boss than a boyfriend of 10 years, it pissed him off, to say the least, and he couldn't handle the diva he turned into.

Remus wants the days when they had fun, played in pubs where the only people who came to really see them was James' parents, but now Sirius black is a ridiculous control freak who is now more focused on the fame, the money, the opinions than the fun of it, the passion that he once had.

Its the radio that snaps him out of it, Sirius' energetic, belty voice along with his own smooth tones that bring a fresh wave of sobs wracking his aching body.

Under Pressure. The song that made the band and broke the bond, his shaky hand freezing when he hears Sirius sing 'Can't we give love, one more chance?'

No. Not with the way you've changed.

That's the only thing running through his mind as he manages to drive home, unlock his apartment and immediately find a bottle, when the phone rings, he lazily grabs it off the wall.

'Hello..?'

'Alright, mate?'

'..What do you want, James?'

'We just like..y'know, wanted, to know if you were, serious about the whole break up, with sirius..no pun intended-'

'Yes, I am, and..'

He hesitates. Does he really want to do this? Throw everything hes worked for since school, away? Because of a break up?

'I'm quitting the band,'

'What!?-'

He hangs up before James can try to convince him to stay, because it would work. Instead, he takes a long sip of his beer, rolls over on the sofa, and closes his eyes.

Remus doesn't leave his house for about a week, moving boxes scattered about the place, he had been supposed to move in with Sirius that week.

James and Peter had been ringing, from Sirius? Radio silence, which tells him all he needs to know. Hes angry. Hes upset. He regrets it. But hes free.

And so Remus deals with his feelings the only way he knows how, he writes music, he pours his anger into the lyrics, thinking about meeting sirius in school, who was desperate to fit in, despite his stupid posh parents, how Remus had fallen in love with him, but once a stuck up, arrogant prune, always a stuck up arrogant prune, I suppose.

When he finishes, he feels like he can take a deep breath.

He names the song 'Common People'.

After writing a song, crying, quitting his band, drinking, smoking, drinking and crying a little more, and sleeping for a week, only one thought is clear in Remus' mind.

I fucking hate Sirius Black.

Short first chapter ik!! but it was more of a setting the scene kinda thing, but the next ones will be longer promise! hope it lived up to expectations, and i plan to post a new chapter every Wednesday!

[magickizu]

Shop Repairs

Crossover dp x dc. So I've got this time line in mind, for my crossover AU and this is a snippet of it. Master Post: Lost Retirement

Jason has to find a solution, quickly: during the last mission his bike received more damage, than he had planned. Bringing it back to the cave will take too long, not to mention the repair time, that he can't make time for! And here's another thing: for like the past week or so, the pits have been acting extremely weird. Bubbling and flaring up randomly, like this pissed off but not revenging rage, if that makes sense?? What is going on???

Jason absolutely hated his luck: not only did these bastards get away, not only was it a pain in the ass anyway to hunt them down, not only did they take their goods with them as they fled after, not only kicking Hood's ass- ohohoho no! Of course his sweet baby had to be pulled into it! They used his bike as shield!! HIS FUCKING BIKE-!!!

The silvered raven groans annoyed, the pits are flaring up again too! He can't even get to the bat cave and fix her up, because he needs her by tomorrow and he does not have the right parts. Let alone the time, since he's got this meeting with this building company to talk over the plans for the Alley's new community gardens he wants to build. So naturally he's on his way to bring her to the only guy he trusts with her, when suddenly the pits flare up again!- right, rightrightright... Of course that wasn't enough, since the pit seemed to have even more problems in the past week, with him feeling like he got run over by trucks. The constant whispering and screeching and hissing about an intruder in his territory, inside his head- ...at this point it's just tiring.

Red Hood was deep in thought, in fact he was so deep in thought, that his feet have carried him all the way to the little mechanics shop and maybe, just maybe, he could be a little lucky today? Please? And they have everything and the damage wasn't as bad as it seemed? The pit is rumbling and gurgling disgustingly and he can see the green tinge slowly creeping into the corners of his eyes. Panic floods him, there's not a single one of the birds or bats around to help him now-

Hood tried his best, to take deep breaths. Steady his thoughts and fight back, imagining Dick would be there helping him concentrate. The mental image of his family just being there for him, helped a little, lately their bond has gotten better and Jason can definitely tell- snap out of it! He can't have a panic attack in the middle of the road! Not as the Red Hood at least... With one last, deep breath Hood's feet begin to move again, as he rounded the corner and pulled into the open garage door or the workshop.

"Ah-hah! The Red Hood," the old man behind the little counter laughs and stands up, Hood's shoulders relax at the sight and sound of him. "Tell me, tell me niño, what can I do for you? Have not seen you in a while, eh?" Mateo, the owner, shakes the vigilante's hand with a big smile and a small hug.

"Hey Tío," he greets back, hugging back briefly and gently. "My bike got... Involved in the action... Please tell me you can fix her by tomorrow, Tío." If it wasn't for the modulator in his mask, Hood would have sounded tired, which Mateo must have known, as he started to laugh out loud before answering.

"Alright, alright. I'll take a look, eh? But no promises." Mateo leaned down slowly with a huff and a grunt, until the man kneeled in front of the motorcycle. He called out for someone, after trying his best to look at the machine. Hood couldn't hear what Mateo said, he was too distracted with suddenly being confronted by Mateo's high age. Neither Jason, nor Red Hood have been here in a while and he mentally scolded himself for it. Jason helped out here and there, ever since he came back, ever since before Bruce... Mateo has always been there- been right here. Hood just wasn't ready yet; Jason wasn't ready. He hadn't realised how old the man was really getting, until now. Now that he sees him squinting at the details, sees him having trouble with finer motor skills of the machinery and now even so much as getting back up again after kneeling down. Hood forced himself back to reality, when Mateo tried to get back up but only grunted, he was about to take a step closer, help, something when-

"¡¡Tío!!" Suddenly a young man was faster. Analysis; same blue overalls as Mateo, just that the upper part is tied around his waist, dirty white t-shirt, work gloves, steel toed work shoes and one black sleeve, seemingly some kind of compression cuffs, on his right arm covering it completely- must be working here, well enough acquaintaned with Mateo, was in the back probably does the work now. Pale skin, dark raven hair with a few snow white streaks- good style! Hehe... And bright blue eyes, that are full of worry and- "Tío, how often did I tell you, just say something! ¿¡Eres estúpido!?" The young man scolded the older, grinning and chuckling one, but Hood didn't listen he was just staring... Jason couldn't look away from these electric blue eyes, that reflected in a strange neon green, that he just knows. The pit was bubbling over, growling and screaming at him and panic rose up like a lump in his throat, nearly clogging it and slowly suffocating him, as his vision is tinging green, bit by bit. This is not happening now, not now!! Shit!! What is he supposed to do!?

Suddenly the same voice breaks through to him; "...fuck, it's you..." And they both look at each other for a moment, then Hood reached for his gun immediately, the second the other man moved- He is the intruder! Shred him... "Wait! I-I'm so sorry! Ancients... I had an offering, but I forgot it at home. I swear, I do not mean any harm, to your haunt nor people nor you! I never meant to be disrespectful." The man held his hands up in surrender and the green subsided slightly from Jason's vision- how?? "-look; if it's good for you, I'll have her ready by tomorrow, as you asked, free of charge. Can that be my offering? Would that be acceptable for you?" And the pits calmed down... Hood stood there, frozen in place, overwhelmed and absolutely shocked, yet strangely relieved. The man also didn't sound hysterical, just calm enough to make it believable that... He wasn't scared... Against every bit of sanity left in his brain, the Hood nodded, his hand no longer hovering over his gun's holster. He straightened up.

"Explain." He growled, shocked by himself how much venom there was in his voice and how deep the rumbling of the growl was... As if it's coming from his chest. But moreover: what does this guy have to do with the pits!? And why the F U C K can he calm it down by T A L K I N G!?

"Okay, listen..." The man sighs, then contemplates something, looking Hood up and down, asassing him. "Alright, uhm... Name's Danny, my siblings and I just got here. We won't make any trouble and just need a place to stay, for now. The only reason I'm entering your haunt is because I work here and it's the only place that would hire me. Again my offering of doing a full round up on your bike still stands. If you don't wanna accept, that's your choice and I'll find something else, somewhere else. Okay?" Hood did listen; the man's alone, apparently desperate for money or else other places would do, he takes care of his siblings and cares for people seeing his instant worry about the old man, peaceful indeed with immediate surrender... And even a useful offering. ...what?

"Fine." Hood sighed, the other man, Danny, also sighed probably from relief. Wait... Where the hell did Mateo go?? Upon realisation, the larger one looked around,

"...Mateo's in the back office. I just... I just sent him back. Uhm..." He fidgeted a little, then stuck his hand out awkwardly. "How about this: Hi, I'm Danny. I take care of the work here now... And you're the Red Hood, that's kinda cool- I mean you are cool, like,... Sorry, I'm new to Gotham." Then Danny smiled awkwardly at him, as if he didn't just threaten to get shot. Hood stared but slowly reached out to grab the hand and Danny's smile widened, revealing the smallest hint of fangs. Hoods guard should be up but for some reason... This somewhat aggressive friendliness was welcome, somehow. "Right! The Ducati!" Danny reminded himself and moved his attention and body to the machine straight away.

"...and you'll be able to get her ready by tomorrow?" Hood asked after a moment of watching him looking through his bike. Danny perked up, seemingly ripped from his focus;

"Huh? Oh, uh... Yes, definitely! Seems like nothing too vital got hit. The tank is still good, the engine and the battery are also unharmed; a blessing in disguise, it's just...maybe a handful of tubes and a couple cables. I'll get you a round check, change the oil and clean up the painting. Be back at..." Danny thought about it. "Would five sound good?" He offered and that was admittedly fast, yes. Hood hummed in agreement.

"Make it six, deal." The vigilante held his hand out to the mechanic, who shook his hand for the deal and then made a little surprise yelp, as he got hoisted back up. Surprisingly light, but lean built. No directly visible muscles, but Danny still holds up strong. With one last look at his baby, then a warning glare at Danny, who ironically seemed to understand as he lifted his hands in surrender again and a small smile.

"I promise, I'll take good care of her. Will make her purr like a kitten." Because if not... What is he talking about? That guy has his family waiting at home and can't even change locations properly. As Hood walked out and began to his closest save house, it suddenly clicked in his mind, when he realises one fundamental thing, as he listened to the streets in Crime Alley and nothing else... That's exactly it, for once Hood didn't hear anything from the pit... As if it's completely gone. The static sensation in his mind, only picked up again slowly, the further away he got.

So this Danny guy has something to do with the pits and Jason will find out how...

"Ta-da!" Danny grinned proudly, as he showed Red Hood his bike, looking brand knew right out the factory. His eyes grew wide under the mask,

"Holy shit..." Hood rounds the machine, softly gliding over every visible surface. Checking even some of the nooks and crannies, after all he has to make sure it's all in proper order. Danny crossed his arms, sure of himself. "... I'll admit, that's good work." Danny nods, his smile widening in appreciation for the man's work.

"Rev her." The smaller man instructed, Hood for once did what he was told without hesitation and it paid: as he ignited the engine and let her reel, the machine simply purred. Litteraly just purred. Low, menicing bass and silent efficiency...

"Holy shit!" He shut her off again, for now. "That..." Hood gestures in slight disbelief, "that's real good work. Thanks man." He holds out a hand, Danny looks down at it, less smiles and a little more perplexed but nonetheless, the shorter one grabs it. What he seemingly didn't expect was for Red Hood to haule him in shoulder bumper- ey, he may be the Red Hood, but he's still from the hood. Danny just starts smiling again. "I mean it, damn fine. I'll bring her around more often, when she needs it. How much?" He reaches for his wallet, cash only of course, but he got waved off.

"Nonsense. Is the least I can do." Danny made his way already around the counter, typing away at the computer and scribbling something in a black book.

"For what? You did the work-"

"-Woopsies! Looks like I already started closing our only register! Oh man, I'm such a dummy! Urgh! My clumsiness...!" Danny exaggerated dramatically, then leaned onto the counter with one elbow. The other hand on his hip, "forget it, the register's closed, we don't take payment anymore." That smug little bastard then had the audacity to start grinning and daringly lift an eyebrow. ...and honestly, the vigilanty couldn't help but smile at this. Danny can be a little shit, apparently, just as he himself which by all means is entertaining. Hell, even the pits began flairing up in an unusually positive way, almost like a low but friendly rumble in his rest.

"Okay, fine... But I can't let this stand unattended." Danny, yet again, waved him off. But there, just for a brief moment, the way his eyes sparked like an idea, he rushed to scribble something out. Then Danny came over.

"Alright... when you're done with your mission, shoot me a message. There's something I'd actually like to talk about..." The mechanic said, shifting a little nervously, but never loosing the hint of a smile on his lips. The pits gurgle a little shrill, almost like dieing chirping... Oh!- uninted, but good one, heh. But now Hood was definitely intrigued, for the lack of better words.

"...Sure." He agreed, with that he swung himself onto his sweet baby and nodded the other bey, who mirrored the action as response and took a few steps back, to give Hood enough space to start up. As he did right in that moment, then he was gone again, into the night.

Even the pits have massively quieted down again, after deeming the young mechanic non-threatening. Yeah, he still needs to figure out, what that guy has to do with the lazarus pits, but right now he's got one real big fish to catch, fillet and fry for what he did and did to his machine.

@georgiefreddie0829 @shirasorin

[retroellie]

Polluted

Summary: After a long day of work, Spencer comes home and fucks his stresses away.

A/N: This was written in literally 45 minutes but I had this idea and I couldn't make it into a full fic, my mind could only think of the smut part lmao. Enjoy!!! :)

Warnings: NSFW, slapping, degradation, squirting, unprotected sex, mean!spencer

Word count: 1.9K

Prison changed Spencer Reid, plain and simple. This is not the man you came to love. He was cruel, possessive, completely and utterly damaged. You hoped that prison wouldn't taint Spencer too much, you hoped that he would continue to be sweet little Dr. Spencer Reid. But you knew what prison could do to a person, for you locked people up daily. You knew that the system would take Spencer's old soul and soft heart into its muddy hands, squeezing them until they became one. Although sometimes in the right lighting, in the right moment, you can see a hint of Spencer in his light brown eyes.

You can't say that you hated the change in Spencer, obviously there was much work to be done before Spencer could truly be himself again. However, you could live with this change. He was hungry, feeling as though your body was the only thing that could fill that hunger. It was extremely attractive to you, his sudden hunger for you. Spencer was always using you, using your body or your mouth or your hands... just you. There was always an excuse for him to be inside of you in his mind. A man thought of looking at you? He bent you over the kitchen table. You wore a shirt that showed a bit of your chest? He dragged you into the bathroom and forced you onto your knees. You smiled at him? He would shove his face between your thighs until you couldn't even see straight.

Even on the way back home after he had gotten out of prison, he bent you over the backseat on the side of the road and fucked you roughly. It felt like you were stepping on eggshells every time around him because you never know what can set him off... it was oddly scandalous, almost arousing as the thought of how he'd fuck you next was always on your mind. A big plus was that spencer dug himself into your brain, pulling out your deepest and darkest kinks, and using them to give you earth-shattering, mind-blowing, life-changing orgasms. Now you don't think you two could ever go back to just plain sex. He had ruined you, ruined your body so much that only the thought of being hurt could get you off now.

"Fucking bitch..." Spencer spat out, his hand spreading your legs further open as his cock drilled into your soaked cunt. "That bitch looked at me like I was fucking stupid..."

His words came out breathy and jagged as he fucked into you at an animalistic pace. Spencer came home today upset, his tie being ripped off and thrown down as soon as he got into the door. You knew something was up by this action, but also the look on his face. He seemed to have a frown sewn onto his face, something that he wore most days. You asked what was wrong but you were met with him ripping off your clothes, hinting that he didn't want to talk but to fuck his frustrations into you. Now here you were, panties ripped off, legs wide open, Spencer deep inside you with his hand placed on your neck.

You couldn't tell how many times you came just in this position alone, you couldn't keep count. His hand gripped your through, affecting the way your brain functioned. You felt with every thrust of Spencer's hips you would lose brain cells... creating the dumb cock whore that Spencer ached to achieve. Spencer's hand applied more pressure to your throat as he thought of what happened at work, how while section chief Erin Strauss critiqued his work, people were being murdered.

"As if my 187 IQ wasn't enough for her." He started, his hand on your thigh being slammed down past your face and into the wooden table he was drilling you into. " I mean, I've been at this place for over 10 years... I know what I'm fucking doing"

You came again, not able to keep yourself from unraveling now. His hand on your throat was constricting your moans, completely silencing them as the only thing that could come out of your mouth was soft gurgles. You loved this feeling, knowing that at any moment if you didn't like it you could alert Spencer and he'd stop immediately. I guess you could say that Spencer's care for you never disappeared after prison, he would go on to say that it strengthened his love for you. He had this picture of you that you had sent him in one of your many letters, he kept it with him everywhere he went for it was the only thing that kept him sane.

One time a fellow inmate saw it, snatched it from him, and digested every single inch of you. He went on to explain the disgusting things he would do to you if he got the chance, that is exactly why Spencer came home to fuck you nice and good every night. Because if he wasn't the one to do it, he knew that other people would take you for granted, they would spend only minutes with you... ignoring what you needed and taking what they wanted. You would feel incomplete, unsatisfied, and completely in denial that love existed. You would assume love was only made for books and movies, that no one could show you the love you deserved. This is the love you deserve. You deserve a love that could have you coming undone over and over again, a harsh and mean kind of love but that always ended with soft kisses and a nice hot bath. A love that was sour at first but ended sweet, making sure that the words "i love you" were carved onto your skin.

"You wouldn't do that would you?" He whispered into your ear, his grip on your throat as he waited for your response. " You don't think I'm stupid ...hmm?"

His cock was too deep inside you, it was deep enough to have you going cross-eyed and unable to speak. Your moans became audible now, no longer being stuck in your throat due to his pressure being released. His pace was still inhumanly fast, not stopping even for a second. The table had started to shit forward, being scrapped across the floor and probably worrying the downstairs neighbors. You were on the verge of cumming again, your mind not even able to comprehend his question until you felt a harsh sting on your cheek. Spencer had slapped you across the face, growing impatient while waiting for your answer.

"Answer me...." He hissed out, leaning down and taking his lips to yours. He bit down on your lip, creating a pain that shot through your body. "Or I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again until you can't think of anything else besides my cock deep inside your tight little pussy..."

You could taste blood now, your lip bleeding and seeping into your mouth. His words created this deep, rough knot in your stomach. It wasn't like the rest of the orgasms you had tonight, no it was more intense. It hurt, painful with every thrust of his cock. It created a deep pain and pleasure dynamic in your body but felt like something was trying to claw itself out of your body.

"Fuck..." You screamed out, grabbing onto him and digging your fingernails into his back. "No I wouldn't! Fuck... I wouldn't! I won't!"

You finally replied, hoping with those words he would deepen his thrust if that was even possible. Spencer just grinned down at you, placing his head in between your shoulder blade and your neck. He set soft kisses to the skin, his warm lips against your burning skin. Spencer was close, your words pushing him further to the edge. The feeling inside your stomach didn't stop or dull, it only got worse. You were screaming now, Spencer's hand lingering on your neck but sitting gently on your skin. Spencer picked up his speed, the table scraping against the floor even harder.

You couldn't handle it, everything around you becoming so far away yet being so close. The feeling got to a point of feeling terrifyingly painful but also so potent of pleasure and so bewitching that you didn't want it to end now. A couple more of Spencer's deep and harsh thrusts sent you over the edge, the painful knot in your stomach snapping and shooting liquid out of your body. It was the first time you had ever squirted, the feeling so glorious that you wished it would happen every time. Your vision went out, only seeing light and hearing Spencer's soft moans as he finished inside of you. The world felt like it ended, nothing to be seen or to be experienced... just emptiness but complete fullness all at the same time.

"Good girl..." You heard Spencer's words echo through your now-empty mind. You couldn't tell if your eyes were closed or not. "You did so good for me honey... I'm so proud of you."

Those single words were all you needed to hear as you floated back to earth and into your body, you blinked a couple times... forgetting where and who you were for a split second. You came back to see Spencer brushing your hair back from your sweaty face, his face inches from yours as his face filled with concern that maybe he had broken you finally.

"There she is..." He chuckled softly, kissing your lips softly. " There's my girl..."

You gave him a weak smile, raise your hand to rest on his cheek. You rubbed it softly, feeling the growing stubble on his face. He was just as sweaty as you, his body hot to the touch. You two probably looked insane, one of you barely able to walk looking beat the hell up and the other one scratched up and drenched with liquids. Spencer gently slid himself out of you, watching you wince softly as it felt like he was connected to you at this point.

"Sorry..." He whispered, taking your hand in his as he rubbed your thigh gently "I was too rough huh?"

Rough was not even close to what Spencer was. He was brutal, sadistic, barbaric but you couldn't deny that you would choose it over compassion any day. You began to think that maybe prison was the best thing that could've happened to Spencer Reid, not only was he a genius but he now had a powerful glow to him. Shy kisses and longing gazes were a thing of the past for you two, Spencer knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.

"You were just rough enough..." I chuckled, feeling nothing but content and at peace in this moment.

Spencer laughed with you, pecking your lips one last time before pulling away from you. He looked around, his eyes landing on the couch. He smiled, walking over and leaving you but only for a second. He came back with a blanket, wrapping it around you then picking you up bridal style. You thanked him silently because you knew there was no way you were getting off the table without some kind of help.

"To the bath you go..." He joked, holding you close to him as he walked you to your shared bathroom. 

You looked into his eyes and at the right lighting, the right moment, you looked into his light brown eyes... realizing that this is Spencer Reid. This is Spencer Reid damaged, polluted, and bruised... but it was still the man you fell in love with all those years ago.

[riddlesbunny]

shut up and drive

summary: Rafe saves you from Barry and you come up with a way to pay him back

pairing: Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: Explicit smut, mention of kidnapping, drug money/use, oral (m receiving) while driving a vehicle 18+ MDNI

note: tagging the bb’s @rafeyscumangel @nemesyaaa

The air in Barry’s trailer is thick with humidity and the scent of stale beer and cigarettes fills your senses. You feel overstimulated, surrounded by clutter as the loud hum of the cicadas outside rings in your ear. Unable to move from the rope that held your wrists and ankles together.

“Y’know it’s nothing against you, Maybank,” Barry’s drawl disrupts you from your thoughts, “but I told Luke somethin’ would happen if he didn’t pay me… again.”

Luke was going to be the death of you.

A stream of sweat runs down your forehead and into your eyes, threatening to cloud your vision.

You couldn’t lie, you were nervous. You had no idea what to expect. Deep down, you knew Barry wasn’t evil, a bum, sure— but not evil. But could you be wrong?

Barry crouches down to meet your eye level, his dark brown eyes scanning over your frame as his dirty fingers ghost over the thin material of your shirt.

“You sure are pretty, huh, Maybank?”

Suddenly, the door to his trailer flies open and in stumbles Rafe Cameron. Great.

“What the fuck is she doing here?”

Rafe asks, motioning to you and Barry remains silent. Rafe looks frantic, like he’s on something, for sure.

“Are you gonna like… hurt her or somethin’?”

“Bro, chill,” Barry answers as he rises to his feet, “I’m just tryna teach Luke Maybank a lesson. He’s late on payment again.”

Now Rafe kneels down to you and you flinch in response.

“Can you chill?” He asks you before pulling a pocket knife from his pants pocket, “and hold still.”

“Rafe, I don’t trust the bitch not to run,” Barry interjects and Rafe just shakes his head.

“Whatever he owes you, I got it.”

“Rafe—”

Why would he do that? He hates you and your family.

“I got it, alright? Chill.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I said I got it,” he repeats through gritted teeth. He pulls you up by your hands roughly while you try to find your balance on your feet.

Rafe slams Barry up against the wall, “so you’re a big tough guy now, huh? Kidnappin’ teenage girls?”

“Why do you care about some pogue? Anyway, it’s nog what it looks like.”

“We’ll see about that. You do some fuck shit like that again and I’ll fuckin’ end you.”

He turns to you without another word, gripping your arm with enough pressure to make you stumble forward.

"Let's go," he growls.

You hesitate, your eyes flicking back to Barry, who watches with a smug grin on his face.

"Now."

You follow because, honestly, what else can you do?

Rafe's pace is fast, his grip tight as he pulls you through the trees to where his truck is parked just off the road.

"You damn Maybanks always makin’ things complicated, killing my high. You know that?" he mutters as he opens the passenger door and gestures for you to get in.

You hesitate again, and he rolls his eyes.

"Oh, don't flatter yourself. Just get in the truck before I throw you in it."

You climb in, your legs trembling, and he slams the door behind you before circling to the driver's side.

When he gets in, he doesn't start the engine right away. He just stares out through the windshield for a moment, breathing heavy, hands white-knuckled on the steering wheel.

Then, quieter, “you good?"

You don't answer.

He scoffs, "whatever."

The truck is silent except for the sound of the engine and gravel crunching under the tires. You keep your hands in your lap, staring out the window, your heartbeat still pounding in your ears.

The adrenaline from Barry’s ambush still clings to your skin, but your heart pounds for a different reason now. Rafe’s hands grip the wheel—strong, veined, steady. The sharp cut of his jaw, the way his forearms flex as he shifts gears, the calm intensity in his eyes. You hate that he saved you. You hate that he’s the reason you’re safe. But most of all, you hate that in this light, he’s handsome.

“Thank you,” you mutter.

“No need for that.” He states causally, eyes still on the road.

You swallow hard, “I can pay you back.”

He glances at you sideways, “oh yeah? With what, Maybank? A piggy bank full of quarters?”

You pause, unsure of what to say and then an idea sparks in your head. Before you’re able to stop yourself, your hand moves toward his lap.

“I can figure something out,” you say, voice low, unsure. Your fingers fumble with the button on his jeans, then the zipper.

You don’t even know exactly what you’re doing or why you’re doing it but Rafe’s hand shoots out fast, gripping your wrist, hard enough to make you gasp.

“The fuck do you think you’re doin’?” he growls.

You freeze.

You look up at him, wide-eyed, "I-I'm sorry," you stammer, embarrassed. He holds onto your wrist for a moment longer, as if deciding what to do next.

He releases your wrist and shoves his hand through his hair. His eyes flicker to yours, then down to where your fingers are still resting on the exposed fabric of his boxers.

"Damn, Maybank. It’s like that?” He questions, laughing to himself, “what, you wanna, like, suck me off?" you bite your lip in response.

"Mhm.”

He let’s out another laugh, shaking his head.

“Fuck it.”

He leans back against the driver seat, his eyes never leaving yours, "alright, Maybank. Show me what that sweet mouth of yours can do."

Your pulse quickens as you lean over, one hand sliding up his leg as the other reaches into his boxers, wrapping around his already hardening length.

Rafe’s head falls back as you grip him with one soft hand, stroking gently, running your thumb along the most prominent vein. He lets out a hiss of breath between his teeth when you trace the tip with your tongue. Your eyes flutter closed briefly, relishing the salty-sweet taste of him.

Your lips part, taking him in as far as you can. One hand remains wrapped around the base, moving in sync with your mouth while your other roams freely across his stomach, feeling the ridges of muscle beneath.

Your mouth is so fucking wet and warm that Rafe doesn’t know what he can do except twist his hand in your hair and buck his hips slightly as you suck him off. Your hands move to cup his balls, squeezing gently, massaging them.

A loud moan escapes him, his grip tightening in your hair as he guides your movements. Your name spills from his lips like a prayer.

“Jesus Christ, Maybank,” he grunts, urging you to take more of him. Your cheeks hollow as you suck harder, increasing the pressure with each drag upwards. His groan echoes through the car, his body tensing.

"That’s it," he encourages, urging you to take more of him. Your cheeks hollow as you suck harder, increasing the pressure with each drag upwards.

His groan echoes through the car, his body tensing as he struggles to keep his focus on the road.

His thighs twitch under your palms, the leather creaking softly. You slide lower in your seat, tilting your head to take him deeper, until he bumps the back of your throat.

You gag, saliva dripping down your chin as tears well in your eyes.

"Relax your throat, baby," Rafe rasps, thrusting gently, “you can take it."

You relax, taking another deep breath through your nose, ready to please him. You tighten your lips around his shaft again, swirling your tongue around the underside. His cock surges pulses in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat once more. This time, you manage not to gag. Instead, you swallow reflexively around him, causing him to shudder.

"Fuck," Rafe mutters, one hand fisting your hair tighter as the other grips the steering wheel. He starts to rock his hips, pushing deeper into your throat on every thrust.

His legs begin to shake, fingertips digging into your scalp. You moan around him, the vibrations making his cock twitch.

"Don't stop, baby," Rafe pleads, panting heavily now. You feel a surge of power knowing you can affect this strong, stoic man so completely.

You can taste it now, the faint tang of precum, promising more to come. You hum again, eager for everything he has to give. His grip on your hair suddenly loosens, trailing down to cup the back of your neck.

His breathing hitches, ragged moans escaping through clenched teeth, “not gonna last much longer... Shit.”

His body tenses, the hand on your neck pulling you closer. The veins in his arms strain as he fights the inevitable.

"Fuck, fuck, pull back," he commands, almost violently. But you ignore his warning, instead you force your head deeper, drool pooling out of the sides of your mouth.

He’s pulsing against your tongue seconds later, and you pull up to close your lips around his tip, sucking hard as he erupts into your mouth. His body jerks wildly, releasing hot spurts of cum into your throat.

You hum, swallowing each pulse greedily, licking and sucking until there's nothing left to give.

Rafe shudders as the last of his orgasm subsides, chest heaving. Still gripping your neck, he pushes you away gently until you release him with a soft pop.

You sit up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as Rafe gazes at you, eyes hooded yet appreciative.

"Look at that face," he says, a hint of admiration in his voice, "I never noticed just how pretty you are, Maybank."

“Yeah, you’re not so bad yourself, Cameron,” you say, looking out the window, feeling ashamed.

“So, we’re even now, right?” you ask.

“Yeah, Maybank. We’re even… for now.”

[hughiecampbelle]

Supe Preference: How They Propose

Requested: I know you already did a preference with how they propose but please please please do this with the supes! I think it would be amazing. thank you thank you thank you ♥️♥️♥️ - anon

A/N: I hope you like it my love!!! This was so fun to write, I love exploring their characters!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💕

Homelander makes sure he's got a crowd with his supporters when he pulls out a ring and gets on one knee, asking you to marry him. There are cameras and reporters there, too. They will run stories about the most powerful man in the world finding his one true love, the sparkle in his eyes when he looks at you, the faulter in his voice when he asks you. Everyone who saw it for themselves says it was the most romantic speech they've ever heard. This will do great for his public support and image. His fans are all about traditional values. Homelander staying a bachelor makes his fans antsy, nervous, like he can't settle down. Now he's doing that. You, John, and Ryan will be the perfect little family. An instant family, actually. People cheer and whistle and cry. You say yes, because there is no other choice. And you hug and kiss, and he directs you were to look and what questions to answer like when the wedding will be or the color palette you'll choose. He makes jokes and quips that everyone laughs at.

The Deep asks you to marry him on television. You were placed together because you have fantastic ratings, and he could use a little boost in the public eye. You haven't been "dating" for very long but, as he puts it in his speech, he doesn't need to have known you for a long time to know that you're the one for him. You smile, and even she'd a few tears before putting the ring on and kissing him. You're not actually getting married, at least not legally, but Ashley already has color swatches and flowers and venues. It'll be the wedding of the century. You make sure, behind closed doors, he doesn't get the wrong idea. You put on a good act. You're smart and stunning, and you could have any Supe you want. When the inevitable divorce happens, you'll come out the better for it. Interviews, book deals, and talk shows. You'll ruin him. You just have to get through the next few months without any hiccups. You have to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid or vulgar. That, in itself, is a full-time job. You talk through grit teeth in your smile, telling him not to fuck this up for you.

A-Train does it out of desperation. You and Reggie were high school sweethearts. You were together when he was let in the The Seven, and you've stayed with him through every bump in the road. When things with Homelander get really tough, really scary, Reggie pops the question. It's not the most romantic drive for the proposal, but if anything ever happened to him because of Vought and Homelander he wants you to have access to everything he'd leave behind. All the money, the deals, everything. You can only get that through marriage. He loves you, he's loved you forever, but he does this not solely out of love. He can't. This decision is too big and has too much weight. He has to protect you, to save you from what he's had to deal with. You don't know any of this about the engagement though, so you say yes, proclaiming it one of the happiest days of your life. You understand some of the tension, but Reggies too afraid to go into detail. You'd worry too much. He can't do that to you.

Maeve blurts it out during a fight. You're tired of being hidden. You're tired of keeping things so low-key, rescheduling because she has to go play house with Homelander. You're both yelling at one another when she asks you if you want to marry her. Of course you do, you say, angry that she would think anything different. Then let's get married, she yells. Fine! She storms off into the linen closet where the small box sits between two towels. You hated them and said they were too scratchy. You never would have looked there. She hands it to you, and when you open it, you're speechless. You always said things about jewelery in passing: silver or gold, the cuts you like, the gems if diamonds aren't your thing. You're angry and then you're not. It's a lot to think about (knowing you and Maggie could never go public, it would put you and her in far too much danger) and yet, the answer is so clear. Yes. Yes you want to spend the rest of your life with her. That's all you've ever wanted.

Firecracker asks you live on her show. You always knew she'd want to include her fans. They're a big part of her life, her popularity, and a huge reason why she's even part of The Seven. Her audience has heard stories about you from the beginning. They heard all about your first date, how cute she thought you were. It's only right they be included in this. So, under the idea that you're doing an interview about being in a relationship with one of The Seven members, you agree. When she asks you, you're speechless. Everyone is cheering and whistling. Of course it's a yes! That episode of her show goes pretty viral. Some of her fans are upset and turn on her, but for the most part they're all happy you're now engaged. Ashley is happy, too. Misty's ratings haven't been great as of late, but this stunt makes her a fan favorite all over again. Her audience agrees with the traditional values of marriage, family, etc.

Soldier Boy always wanted to get married, settle down with a white pickett fence, and a couple of kids. He certainly thought it would have been sooner than this, but he's still young, and he wouldn't have found you if everything hadn't happened. Still, it's been on his mind. He sees you with him in that house, with those kids. There's one thing to be grateful for out of all this. Ben isn't a huge romantic. You're not expecting rose petals and candles. Instead, he rolls over in bed one lazy morning and pops the question. You think he's joking, saying that's not funny when it's something you wanted forever. He's serious, though. He's got the ring and everything. It takes you a minute to realize this is all real. Of course, you say yes! When you do, he attacks you in kisses, grinning from ear to ear. You go out and celebrate, drinking until the room spins, telling anyone who will listen that you're getting married.

Sister Sage comes to you with a list of pros and cons. Some are big, like the commitment of marriage and the issues behind the traditional values. Others are relatively small to you, like the number of books she'd bring with her when you got a place together. You and Sage have been together a long time. You know she has thousands of books, you know she's thoughtful about everything except her own messiness, her own chaos. It's up to you to decide. She leaves her list with you, but before she can step through the door you're already saying yes, explaining your feelings about the whole situation. You love her. You know she has faults, God knows you have yours. And she still loves you not despite them, but because of them. She wasn't really expecting you to say yes, at least so immediately, so you'll have to wait on the ring. It was the easiest yes of your life.

[knight-of-flowerss]

dad!trucker cregan would go crazy 😛😋

like…lets be real reader would be pregnant all of time with an army of his lil clones

OH MY GOD YES I WAS THINKING THE EXACT SAME THINGGGG 🙏🙏 THANK YOU ANON FOR THISSS

MDNI 18+!!!

Dad!Trucker!Cregan x Pregnant!Reader.

MASTERLIST

I got another ask like this but imma focus more on domestic Cregan in it but knowing him he's probs gonna say summin horny or do summin so 😭

Here is the other blurb

🛻•Trucker!Cregan 100%, absolutely loves to stuff you full of his kids, I mean, come on, have you seen the dude?

🛻•He hasn't even put a ring on it yet but you're already pregnant, seven months down.

🛻•I mean, can you even be surprised? He doesn't care. He's selfish. He never wanted to use condoms, hated them, he doesn't care what you think. He wants it raw, so you take it raw.

🛻•His favourite thing to do when you’re pregnant is making you ride him. Your libido is through the fucking roof as you're practically humping his thigh like a chihuahua.

🛻•Fucking evil. You're so whiny as you ride him nice and slow, his shit eating grin as he rests his large, calloused hands on your hips. Not moving you, just resting there. Letting you do all the fucking work.

🛻•But, kudos to Cregan because even though he gets more of a fucking prick at some points when you're pregnant (like making you ride him), he does give a lot more.

🛻•Whenever he drives you anywhere in his big truck, whether it's to get food or shopping for the baby, he loves to finger you in the passenger seat while he drives.

🛻•I mean, who is he to deny you when you want to fuck him 24/7? That's exactly what he wants to do to you.

🛻•Seeing you swollen, pregnant with his baby, it drives him fucking feral. Normally, he loved going on his long haul drives, it made you whiny and begging for more. He fucking lived for it. But when you're pregnant? You're horny all the time and he can't handle not being inside of you.

🛻•When he would get back after a few days? Fuck. You'd be all over him, he swears his cock is dry by the end of the night, he physically can't cum anymore. And even when he's on the road, you send him the most slutty and gorgeous pictures, even a video every now and then.

🛻•But ever since you got pregnant? You're both desperate, he literally makes you sit on FaceTime for most of his long drives, just watching you fuck yourself with the dildo he made.

🛻•A bit off topic, but Trucker!Cregan 100% made a mould of his cock to turn into a dildo for you. In his eyes, you're made for his cock and his cock only.

🛻•By the time he's been with for you a few years, you have four kids under four and pregnant again. It's as if he can't stand to see you empty.

🛻•Also, one thing he loves about you when you're pregnant is how sensitive your tits are. As I've said before, Trucker!Cregan is selfish. He would never give you pleasure unless he got something in return.

🛻•So he loved your sensitive tits 'cause whenever you get angry at him, he grabs your hips, albeit softer than when you're not pregnant, and pushes you against whatever surface is near.

🛻•"Who you think ya talkin' t'? Huh?" He'd growl into your ear as his hand moves up your jumper, grabbing your tit, milk seeping through the fabric before he tweaks your nipple softly. You're so sensitive that just his words were enough to make you a whimpering mess and with the added pleasure of his hand, you're gone.

🛻•And even though he loved getting you pregnant, the kids fucking annoy him most of the time. Not that he doesn't love them, but because he can't have a moments fucking peace with you.

🛻•He'll be balls deep inside of you, pillows stuffed behind the bed frame to muffle the banging from your kids. His hand grips your mouth, clasping down as he fucks you, getting lost in the moment before a scream rips through the air. You get concerned, trying to push Cregan off to check on your poor baby but he just pins your hips down and fucks you harder.

🛻•He tries to ignore it, he really does, but the moment a cry racks the house, his boner faded inside of you. Cockblock. He doesn't pull out because he's concerned for his kid, he pulls out because you beg him to. If it was him, he'd say 'fuck the kid' and keep on going until he got hard again. But hearing you telling him to get off and his kid sobbing at the door. Yeah. Major boner killer.

🛻•All Cregan wants to do is fuck you silly like the good little slut he knows that you are. No matter what, no matter how selfish he is, you'll always come back for more. Even if he's old enough to be your dad, even if he's gotten you pregnant more times than he's met your parents, you love him. Actually, you have like zero clue if it's actually love or just plain lust.

🛻•But one thing you do know? No matter how much he thinks you're his, no matter how much he thinks he wears the pants in your relationship, you know the truth. He's pussy whipped, you've got him wrapped around your finger, he would do literally anything to see your pussy.

🛻•Also, Dad!Trucker!Cregan one million percent fucks your face in the school parking lot while waiting for your two eldest kids at kindergarten. He knows it's perverted, but fuck, those pretty eyes, heavy tits, swollen belly? His dick immediately springs up, he can't help it.

I lowkey went all over the place with this one 😭 so it's a bit messy but Cregan is a horny messy guy, so, it makes sense.

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Give Into The Temptation

Oscar Piastri x Fem!Norris!Reader

warnings: ‼️‼️⚠️⚠️SPOILERS FOR TWISTED HATE BY ANA HUANG ‼️‼️⚠️⚠️, cursing, SMUT

Thank you to @forevercaffeinated-lee for this idea! I hope it meets your expectations <3!

Slight enemies to lovers

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When I first met Oscar I thought he was cute and he is but my god was he so full of himself.  

Now don’t get me wrong, I love a man who’s confident and knows what he wants but Oscar was not that.

Oscar was cocky, full of himself and sometimes downright disrespectful. I usually let it slide because I didn’t see him often so I didn’t have to deal with it, emphasis on the word usually.

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I’ve been on the road with Lando so far this whole 2024 season because he had asked me to tag along, he something about missing his twin sister or some bullshit like that, in reality everyone knew that I was here because he liked the way I made his meal preps and not the person that’s currently doing it now.

This is the week of the Monaco Grand Prix and Lando has been out all day with his trainer all day doing whatever the trainer made him do all the while I’m stuck at the condo alone.

I was chilling out on a pineapple floaty in the pool when I heard the front door open. I'd decided that I wanted to play a prank on Lando so I snuck out of the pool and quickly dried myself off before quietly sneaking into the condo. I'd heard rustling coming from the bathroom and that gave me the perfect chance to scare him. I waited against the wall for about 45 seconds before I heard the door open, I waited for a second until I saw a taller figure step out the bathroom and with a big leap I screamed 'Boo' at the man in front of me.

However, I didn't get as much joy from scaring Lando as I thought I would and that was only because I didn't scare Lando. I scared Oscar.

"Ah! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Oscar screamed as I still stood in front of him, placing his hand on his chest as if to slow down his heartbeat.

"What are you doing here?!" I screamed back in total shock and anger that he was here. I mean how did he even get the key? Only Lando and I had a key?

"I'm staying here this race weekend dipshit. You know this." His attitude evident, as always.

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm JUST NOW FINDING THIS OUT!" I shout. I'm so frustrated, I wanted to have a nice weekend to support my brother and hopefully only see Oscar when needed, but turns out I'm gonna be spending the WHOLE weekend with him.

"That's it, I'm going back out by the pool." I scoffed while I dragged my feet dramatically out to the backyard.

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Back out by the pool, I was laying on one of the lawn chairs and I decided that I was going to try and finish the book I was currently reading 'Twisted Hate' by one of my favorite authors Ana Huang.

While I was reading, I was so deep in thought that I hadn't heard the patio door open and Oscar come out. At least not until I heard a big splash in the water and felt drops of it land on my legs.

"You muppet! I'm reading here!" I shouted as I took the towel I brought out to dry my not-so-wet legs. Oscar looked displeased with me as when I looked up I saw him rolling his eyes at me.

I continued reading in peace and quiet for about another 15 minutes before my timer went off indicating that I should go apply more sunscreen before I get too burned. I let out a annoyed groan because my book was just getting good so I quickly got up and went into the air conditioned condo to the living room to grab the spray on sunscreen, applying it before walking back outside.

Opening the back door, I was quickly met with a sight of Oscar with a towel around his waist and my book in his hand.

"Oscar, put my book down now!" my face just as red as a tomato at the thought of Oscar reading the previous page of the two characters fucking. Part of me didn't want him to know what I read on my free time but part of me wanted him to have read it so that he learns not to pick up and read random books.

"Twisted Hate? I think I've heard of this book." if my face was red before, it must've been a shade of hell right now. How did he know about this book? Maybe someone said it was a good series? Did he know about the pure sex written in it? So many questions flooded my head but before I could question what he meant by what he said he continued talking

(THIS NEXT PART CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE BOOK SO PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING UNTIL YOU SEE THE BOLD WORDS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

"Yeah, Jules ends up telling Josh that she was the one that took the painting. Josh was mad at her at first but then they had make-up sex. Turns out he didn't forgive her and 'broke up' with her mid orgasm and kicked her out." My face fell in shock. There's no way this bitch just fucking spoiled this book for me. No, he's making shit up. There's no way he'd know what was going on in the book, someone could've told him about the 'break in'. Oscar loves to get under my skin and this would be a good way he could do it.

A scoff left my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Yeah fucking right. That's a good one Piastri, and to think I almost believed you. Wow, this is a new low for you." I laughed as I snatched my book from his grasp and gathered my stuff. I was going to finish my book in the comfort of my well air conditioned room until my brother comes back and we go out to eat.

(OKAY NO SPOILERS AFTER THIS PART)

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It had been about 30 minutes since my last interaction with Oscar and I was sitting against the headboard of the bed under the covers reading. I was having a good time in the quiet of the room while reading until I got to a part that eerily started to sound like what Oscar told me was going to happen between Jules and Josh.

I kept reading because I didn't want to believe that Piastri was THAT disrespectful to actually spoil my book for me. Sure enough that Aussie dipshit did in fact spoil my book for me. With an angry grunt I peeled myself away from the book and left my room. I was going to find Oscar and kill him.

I searched the house with so much anger in me I felt like I was going to explode. I finally spotted Oscar still out by the pool except this time instead of being in the water, he was sun bathing. Lord knows he needs it because of how pale he was.

Swinging the patio door open I started yelling " OSCAR JACK PIASTRI!" The volume of my voice and the slam of the door startled Oscar and he quickly locked his phone before chucking it on the lawn chair next to his. "YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING BASTARD!" A slight smirk plastered on his face as he saw how mad I was.

"Finally get to the part I spoiled for you?" he looked so cocky right now and all I wanted to do was to punch him right in his sexy face. No, stop Y/N don't think like that.

"You're a cunt Oscar. I want to never see you again!" I stomped my foot. I looked like an angry toddler when they wouldn't get their way.

"Oh that's cute. We're rooming in the same house this weekend and in case you forgot, your brother and I are on the same team so that's not happening." I watched as a small laugh left his incredibly sexy and slightly plump lips.

As much as I wanted to be mad at Oscar I couldn't help but want to swoon for him right now. He'd gotten out of the pool not that long ago because his body wasn't wet anymore but his swim trunks and hair were still damp. That nasty smirk still plastered on his sexy face, his damp curls laying in every direction, his perfectly toned chest on display, the damp swimming trunks sticking to his hard cock. Wait, is he hard? Was he watching porn before I came out??

"As much as I'm flattered that you're checking me out, my eyes are up here princess." Oscar called as he snapped his fingers at me before pointing to his eyes when I finally looked up.

Did I just get caught checking out the man I hated the most while I'm trying to be angry and yell at him?

"As if. I- I would never check you out. You- You're the last guy I would want to find attractive." I swallowed the lump in my throat as I watched Oscar slowly start to walk in my direction stopping right in front of me. He was so close I could feel his breath on my face, none of us moved and I don't think either of us wanted to. Oscar raised his hands to rest on both sides of my face, leaning in but stopping right before our lips met.

"Really? So why aren't you backing away from my touch?" He was so close to me and all I wanted to do was have the most rough and dirty sex with him right now. "You hate me right? You know they say there's a blurred line between Love and Hate."

"I" need you "I would never love you" I'm trying so hard not to give into the temptation of falling for Oscar but it's so hard. Oscar might be harder but I don't want to be the first to give in. I left heavy calloused hand on my waist and gave it a small squeeze which caused a pathetic small moan to escape my lips.

"That moan that left your mouth just now says otherwise," Oscar and I made eye contact just before he turned his head to whisper in my ear "just say the word and I'll fuck you 7 ways to Sunday before your brother gets back" His hand slowly sliding down my front before they got to my bathing suit bottoms, stopping right above the elastic.

A whimper left my lips before I could stop it. "Is this fine?" Oscar said as he grabbed my chin to look up and face him, a small nod of approval was what I gave him but that wasn't enough "No princess, I need words. Is this okay with you?" Even when we're so deep in this intimate moment he's getting on my nerves.

"Yes," I said breathlessly as I placed my hand on his and guided him underneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms "I need this, I need you so fucking bad." I whispered as I had leaned into the crook of him neck to leave small and delicate kisses.

A heard a groan leave Oscar's lips as I started to suck the skin of his neck to litter his gorgeous skin with hickies.

"Mmmm, fuck. I need you right now." Oscar moaned right before he smashed his lips to mine. The kiss didn't last too long before Oscar picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and started to make his way to my room and slamming the door once we were in. Oscar placed a hard and firm slap to my ass before tossing me on the bed.

"You're so sexy, did you know that?" Oscar started talking while slowly crawling towards me leaving kisses in his wake, started by my feet "I've always dreamed of fucking you since I met you" left a kiss just below my knee "I've jerked off to the thought of me fucking you in my drivers room, making you scream my name so loud they can hear you in the grandstands" kissed my clothed pussy, causing me to jerk my body up "and the thought of filling you so full you're carrying child." kissed my stomach "I've thought about taking you at so many events." kissed my breasts "I thought about us getting caught while I'm fucking your mouth." kissed the under side of my jaw before looking in my eyes "I thought about us getting married and just fucking like rabbits everywhere I can take you" He kissed my lips before biting my bottom lip

"Do it." I said breathless as Oscar leaned down to kiss my cleavage, the second those words left my mouth I felt him freeze.

"Which part?" He searched my face for an answer

"All of it." In 0.2 seconds flat his lips were on mine in a hungry kiss before he licked my bottom lip for entrance which I happily granted him access to. Our tongues fought for dominance but his ultimately won, as we made out I felt an ache in my core that I needed to get rid of. I bucked my hips up to rub against his hard cock, it didn't last long though as one of Oscar's hands pressed firmly on my low stomach pressing my lower half into the mattress.

"Impatient are we?" A small moan left my lips "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take good care of you" Oscar took the hand that he had pressed against my stomach and moved it to take off his swim trunks before moving that same hand to undo the knots on the strings on the sides of my bathing suit bottoms. Undoing two double knotted knots with one hand was supposed to be hard but Oscar made it seem easy, and hot. Super super hot. Oscar peeled the bottoms off of me and chucked it to God knows where in the room.

Oscar grabbed his cock and fisted it a few times before lining his tip to my entrance before looking in my eyes once again asking for permission

"Oscar, please fuck me. I can't wait anymore" I whimpered. At this point I don't care how pathetic I sounded, I had a hot man in front of me about to fuck me and I needed him.

That was all the confirmation he needed before he slid his cock so deep in my cunt I felt like I could feel him in my throat. He was big and thick, not too big but my god was he thick. My walls stretched in a delicious pain as I adjusted to his size. A quick tap to Oscar's bicep told him all he needed to know before he pulled out and slowly slid back in. He kept going at a slower pace before I spoke up.

"Oscar," I moaned

"Yeah baby, what do you need?" He leaned in to kiss my collarbone

"I need you to fuck me faster" without a second thought Oscar pulled out and slammed into my pussy, easing the aching throb thats been there for a minute.

My walls stretched with each hard and rough thrust of his cock and I enjoyed every minute of it. Oscar had one hand on my hip and used it to guide my hips up to meet his every thrust. Oscar kept fucking me raw and rough for about another 2 minutes before he abruptly pulled out.

A disappointed groan left my lips at the feeling of being empty but that didn't last long because Oscar ended up flipping me around and forcing me on all fours. I turned half my body to face him and I watched he stood on his knees and aligned himself with my entrance again and grabbed my hips and thrusted his cock in me.

A loud moan left my lips as I felt so full of him again. Oscar set a blistering pace as he rocked his hips in and out of my dripping pussy. Oscar slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy before slowly pushing his girthy cock back in making sure he'd bottom out. Even though Oscar was bottomed out he kept pushing himself deeper in me which caused me to reach behind me to attempt to grab ahold of his thighs in hopes to pull him closer to me to make him go impossibly deeper in my cunt.

Oscar finally started his thrusts up again and was fucking me so hard I'm pretty sure the bed was moving. Each thrust sent my body jerking forward and I felt like I was on fire. I could feel a familiar tightness in my tummy as Oscar keeps his merciless pace going.

"Gonna cum for me sweet girl?" Oscar's hand brushed up my back and rested on my shoulder.

"Mmhmm" was all I could muster, Oscar was fucking me so good I couldn't form coherent sentences. I felt Oscar pull out of me before quickly flipping me untilI I was on my back and he thrusted right back into be with so much force.

"I wanna see your pretty face when I make you cum. M'gonna ruin you for any other man." I can't focus, I'm so close to cumming and I need this release.

"I don't want any other man" I murmured "Oscar, I'm so close. Choke me"

I didn't have to ask twice and the second his calloused hand gripped the flesh of my throat and gave it a gentle and slight squeeze my walls clenched around his cock and my body shook as my orgasm washed over me. Oscar kept fucking me through my high as he chased his own orgasm. I could tell Oscar was close just by the way his hips stuttered against me. I was going to tell Oscar to pull out and to cum on my stomach but before I could say anything he spoke up

"Can I please fuck your mouth and cum in it? Please I need to cum so bad" Oscar whimpered

"Please" was all I said before I watched him pull out and quickly made his way up to my face before he shoved his cock in my mouth and started to roughly fuck it.

He didn't last that long and after a few thrust he shoved his cock to the back of my throat and used my used his hand he had placed behind head to shove my face closer to his body until my nose was touching his skin as he spilled his cum down my throat.

Oscar pulled out of my mouth and watched me as I swallowed all his cum. He placed a kiss to my lips before having to pull away due to my phone ringing.

I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID "Oh shit, it's Lando" I pressed the answer icon and placing it on speaker "This better be good, I'm reading" I said into the phone

"I'm gonna be back at the condo in 20 so get ready for dinner and while you're at it wake up Oscar, I called him 4 times but he isn't answering. He's a heavy sleeper." I had to refrain a chuckle from leaving my lips

"Okay, I'm gonna wake him and then take a shower. Bye, I love you too." I hung up before turning back to Oscar

"Yeah, I forgot I threw my phone on the other lawn chair." he said as he rubbed the back of his neck "And no I wasn't watching porn, I was watching videos of you being interviewed at movie premieres. I can't help it, you're just so hot." Oscar mumbled as he leaned in to kiss my lips again.

"We have to get dressed Oscar" I mumbled against his lips as I pulled away "I smell like sex and I want to wash my hair so I gotta go now." I got up from my bed and was about to walk towards my bathroom before I felt a firm slap on my ass causing me to jerk forward with a yelp

"I'm gonna fuck you so good when we get back, I hope you know that"

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Going absolutely feral over Mechanic!Simon and how you met him :(( I just want him so badddd

TW: pervy!Simon, smut, creampie, possessive!Simon, dirty talk (praise), he just wants you so bad girl, swearing, kinda naive!reader, brief mention of spanking

Mechanic!Simon masterlist

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Just imagine you’re driving through a shitty little town somewhere in England, you don’t even know where you are at this point.

Your ex just kicked you out of your shared apartment in the middle of the night and you have nowhere else to go, your only option is to drive in your little shit box of a car as far away from him as possible. 

Of course its poring rain and of course your car breaks down in the middle of the road surrounded by scary looking government houses and a very obviously high homeless guy screaming and yelling all sorts of profanities :(

With shaky hands you quickly look up every mechanic in town on your phone, its almost dead and none of them answer :( of course they wouldn’t! Its the middle of the night! 

You don’t have insurance either! Everything is going wrong, you’re so lost and scared :( 

You start to panic when there’s only one number left, with a shaky breath you call it and just as you think you're out of luck, a deep cranky voice answers begrudgingly obviously pissed that someone dared to call him at this hour.

Tomorrow is his only day off for the week  >:(

Simons personal number was attached to the shop after Price promoted him to manager, now he has all sorts of dumb fucks calling him all times of the day and he hates it!!

But how could he say no? A poor girl called him in tears gasping for air between sobs and absolutely hysterical :((((  His not an ethical guy and a young girl like you that knows absolutely nothing about cars :( imagine all the extra money he could charge you? You wouldn’t question it either! Oh how could he say no to such a silly girl…

After what feels like hours a very tall, bulky, thick man with a scary balaclava knocks on your driver seat window and you scream so loud!!! His so scary and big! And his eyes! They’re are so angry :(((( he must be so angry at you for calling him :( you feel so bad :(

After he loads your car onto the tow truck he insists on driving you home

“Ohh come on sweetheart, would hate to see a pretty baby like you stuck in the rain, let me take you home darlin’” 

His so pervy too! Subtly touching your arse and looking at your hard nipples that poke through you soaked shirt :(

He can’t help it! You can’t blame him! You’re not wearing a bra! 

And with a beautiful face like yours and a body like that, what did you expect him to do? Not eye fuck you? Don’t be ridiculous. 

You tell him that you have nowhere to go because your shitty ex threw you out and Si insisted you stay with him!!

“Oh pet, you poor poor girl, you want to get a room at a motel? No. Nooo. That’s no place for a doll like you, come stay with me darlin’, come on sweets, I’ll sleep on the couch, promise yeah?”

“I’m just tryna’ keep ya safe honey, its not nice around these parts, okay? hate for somthin’ to happen to ya”

And you know his right :( he came all this way in the middle of the night, left his comfy bed in the  pouring rain just to help you, his from around these parts and he knows best!

His voice is so deep and husky, you just know a man like him could keep you safe!

You jump in the shops tow truck and he insist you take off your soaking shirt and put on his company jacket. 

Its covered in oil and dirt, smells like cigarettes and is wayyyy to big for you. “Riley” is printed onto the left breast pocket with a large logo with the words “Price’s Motor Repairs” on the back. 

Its so disgusting and smells musky but something about it makes your pussy clench!!! His so manly, so dominant, how could you not get turned on by him!!! You could feel his eyes roam your breasts as you sit in his jacket, chest completely bare underneath, hard nipples rubbing against the fabric :(((

Once you reach the shop, he drops your car off then shows you around.

He wants to impress you sooooo bad, showing you all sorts of tools and telling you what he uses them for, how he uses them to fix things. The whole time his talking all you could look at is his big muscly arms as he purposely flexes them for you. 

Never in his life has he seen such a gorgeous, gorgeous girl and all he wants to do is bend you over his modified truck and fuck you so hard you’re creaming on his cock :(

And that’s exactly what he does! Before driving you back to his, he has you bent over, back arched and his callused hand wrapped around your hair as he ruts into you while you're still in his company jacket :((((

Your poor pussy hasn’t taken such a big girthy cock before, his wide hips connecting with your arse and slamming your much smaller body into the hood of his car :3 

Thrusts so deep his car shakes from the force :)

As you moan and babble completely cock drunk you can hear him snickering and grunting behind you, whispering dirty words in your ear 

Praising you between grunts….

“Look at you love, fuck, look at that perfect fuckin’ pussy, taking my cock so well, such a good girl, aren’t ya?” As he pounds into you so deep the tip of his leaking cock touches your cervix. A small squeal exiting your lips as he holds you there for a second, letting you feel for the first time what a real deep pounding feels like :)

“Never been fucked this good have ya baby? Never cum his hard before” he’d snicker has you cum for the third time, legs shaking and mascara running not from the rain this time, but from the tears of pure pleasure his so kindly giving you :(

And of course his coming inside of you! His loads are so big as well, when he finally lets himself cum he absolutely floods your pussy :)))

Your moans bounce around the tin walls of the shop, the sound of him slapping your arse echoing  at the same time

You can feel the hot ropes shoot up inside of you as he continues to slowly thrust making sure none of it goes to waste. 

He tries to suppress his moan, disguising them as grunts but a few slip past his lips :( 

He doesn't pull out but that doesn’t stop his cum from leaking out of your cunt and down you beautiful thighs, 

“Look at tha’ baby, fuckin’ hell, you did so good for me my gorgeous girl, so fuckin’ good”

He just met you but his already so, so possessive. :)

He carries you to his truck because your legs feel like jelly :( his so gentle with you too, whispering in your ear how good you did for him and how you're such an obedient girl, his obedient girl. 

You fall sleep in his truck, curled up in the passenger seat, his company jacket still wrapped around your bare chest. 

You’ve had such a big night and the sound of the soft radio and drizzle of rain lulls you to sleep. 

You wake up in Si’s arms as his gently placing you into his bed. 

“You’re alrigh’ darlin’, jus’ close ya eyes for me, ill be here”

Its safe to say he didn’t take the couch that night :3

Request are open for Mechanic!Simon, I would love to hear your thoughts so feel free send them through and add to the AU. im just obsessed w/ himmmm

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Trios You Would be in Within COD Ghosts Headcanons - (GN Teammate!Reader)

Note: These are Headcanons of what trios including you would be like.

(Feel free to drop your own ideas in the comments/reblogs, No pressure though!

(Includes: Elias Walker & Gabriel T. Rorke, Logan Walker & David ‘Hesh’ Walker, Keegan P. Russ & Alex V. ‘Ajax’ Johnson, Thomas A. Merrick & Keegan P. Russ and Kick & Neptune.

Elias Walker & Gabriel T. Rorke

(Pre-Federation) 

- In the past before Rorke was brainwashed, Elias, Rorke and you would indeed have been a trio. What happens in this trio? Chaos. Pure chaos, Rorke Is a stern leader, who keeps smugly bringing you and Elias into everything he does. You don't have much choice in the matter even if Rorke gives you a ‘choice’, you and Elias are going along for the ride.

- You three would be on missions together always, even if Merrick, Ajax or the others were There? You three always ended up grouping up together, sometimes separated from the group but you all always just.. pop up at the end of the missions.

- There is some funny moments involved with being in a trio with those two, like Rorke just says.. the most cursed shit (no warning involved, could just be random by just glancing at something and blurting out whatever he suddenly thought confidently with no regret no matter how cursed), Elias just looks unamused by it all and you are there either making it worse or better.

- Elias does look up to Rorke, you probably do too If you also follow his command. Rorke tries his best to be a good leader, he's confident in his skills and does try to keep his teammates, Elias and you safe.

- During battles, even if you don't need help or to be watched over by Elias or Rorke. They end up watching over you, and each other. You three always have eachothers back, but the two can end up being aggressively overbearing over the years. Such as: 

“Are you fuckin’ alive?” - Rorke would groan out over the comms everytime he loses sight of you.

“I don't know, – might be? Probably. They'll pop up sooner or later” - Elias would be quick to attempt to reassure Rorke that you were probably fine.

“Fuckin’ great. Might my ass. Get your ass over here..! The fuck you doing all the way over there!?” - Rorke when he spots you from afar, giving you a firm middle finger, wags it about so you could see it. (He won't care if he also gets enemy soldiers attention with that move either)

That's basically how conversations go, constantly. On field and off field. 

- Bar buddies, even if you don't drink. That's alright, but just enjoying each other's company. The other two are drinking but slowly. Elias drinks slower while Rorke would start slow but end up drinking faster and more throughout the night. (The walk back to base? takes hours of pure military stupidity. No common sense, just stumbling between each other giggling like children) 

(After the Federation)

- Things were never the same between you three, Elias and you drifted apart a bit, Rorke... of course wasn't himself. He hated you both but also had a deep obsession. Rorke makes snarky comments whenever he does see Elias and you, making sure you both know how you ‘betrayed’ him. Elias could never end up killing Rorke, that is his weakness, his regrets… and You? You have to watch it all.

Logan Walker & David ‘Hesh’ Walker:

- Being in a trio with these two is rough, Hesh is the leader, anything Hesh says Logan does and you follow. It's basically a big game of ‘we are doin’ this guys’

‘Sure.’ and nods in response. No questions asked.

- Play fights are a thing, off field only though. Where it's usually Hesh teasing or attempting to pick on Logan, like pushing his head down or elbowing him. Making Logan stumble into you, then you tripping over Riley and it just turns into a hectic ‘sparring’ match between you four. These are the moments Hesh enjoys most, just laughing and grinning with the people he is close with.

- You would definitely take a few road trips whenever there are no missions, it's a chaotic mess, the car volume blasting out songs, the windows rolled down all the way, snacks half open or half eaten. Riley in the back trying to ‘fight’ the wind to keep his face out the window but Hesh is driving a bit too fast so it just looks like the wind is assaulting Riley's face and making the dog do the weirdest faces. Logan gets some photos from sticking his phone out the window. 80% chance he drops his phone and you all have to take a U-turn to go get it back.

- Logan would gently bonk Your head whenever he walks by, because Hesh does the same thing to him. Even if you look un-amused, he just does it a bit harder to push your head down. Even if you start doing it back to him, it becomes a ‘battle’ of wills between you three, who could give the most head pats/head shoves. It's the way they show affection. If you don’t end up liking this habit? He just awkwardly hovers his hand over your head, like he really wants to do it, but also respects you enough to fight himself and not impulsively smack your head,

- Clothes go missing or get stolen all the time between you three, a hat? Shirts? Jackets, gloves? Any type of gear? Whatever is yours is also theirs and whatever is theirs is also yours. finding Riley flopped on top of a pile of missing belongings is the norm as Riley ensures to steal anything he could get his paws on too.

- You would get used to the way Logan and Hesh can communicate with looks, at first you would be like what the actual fuck? But over time you start understanding and using it too. The side-eyes, twitches of an eyebrow, when they bite the inside of their mouth. There are all ways to get the point across, sometimes Logan just blank stares whenever he thinks someone has said something completely stupid, like he will slowly turn to face you and just blank. Nothing across his face except a small eye glance toward the person before staring back at you and he knows you know what he's already thinking. It takes all willpower for Hesh and you to not full-blown cackle. 

Keegan P. Russ & Alex V. ‘Ajax’ Johnson

- Keegan ‘can't’ drive, Ajax can (Safer Option). But somehow, Keegan always ends up driving, you end up in the backseat and Ajax holding onto the car handle for dear life in the passenger seat. Ajax always, doesn't matter how many times he has been in the car with Keegan, glances back at you with a look that says are we seriously letting Keegan drive? Yes. You three end up surviving, Keegan can drive but it is also hell depending on the time of day and the mission. Keegan is relaxing when you and Ajax are having the adrenaline rush of your lives. 

You can't even suggest someone else drive as Keegan puts his attention on you instead of the road. Looking at you offended while Ajax grabs the wheel because Keegan is too busy giving you a nasty look with a raised eyebrow. Are you really suggesting he can't drive? He can drive, you want him not to drive? He's hands are off the wheel. But he laughs and puts them back when Ajax smacks him for that and he will go back to driving. No one brings up Keegan’s driving skills after that as Keegan… Doesn't seem to care how dangerous it is when he ‘stops’ driving suddenly. (But he does do his best to keep you all safe, even if he drives crazily he still knows what he is doing despite scaring you and Ajax)

- Have you ever seen two grown men (+ you) cuddle? Now you have. Ajax, you and Keegan probably have known each other for a long time, it started with Ajax and Keegan just sharing a bed. Keegan taking the cold side alone, Ajax not minding where he sleeps but it started off like this, You somehow joined at the right time and now it’s just the norm to sleep in the same bed. Even if it's not always cuddling (Keegan likes his personal space, Ajax wouldn’t mind though as long as you're not being overbearing). Keegan’s leg always sneaks over the two of you during the night anyway, like he's trying to ensure you're still there with him. This tactical sleeping habit ensures no enemy will suddenly take you three out (That’s what Keegan says anyway. You three end up referring to this as tactical sleeping habit in front of others, and never once do you all admit to what this actually means.) (Everyone else just assumes you three just never let your guards down and actually have tactical sleeping habits to ensure your safety, but nah its just the homies sharing a bed)

- Keegan randomly shit-talks people, just randomly shows up between you and Ajax he would be quiet for a moment, a pause of a moment to wait for either of you to notice him. When neither of you two notice him, he just starts talking about some stupid shit he saw a rookie do. Ajax usually listens along and maybe does encourage Keegan to keep going, because when Keegan starts complaining, he usually comes up with unique and hilarious insults that Ajax loves to hear. You are usually dragged right in between them because they also want to hear what you think and if you would also join the shit-talking.

- Pats. Pats are a big thing between Ajax, Keegan and you. Ajax walks past you or Keegan, you'll be on the receiving end of a back pat from him to just silently let you know he is there. Keegan would nudge the butt of his weapon against your upper back as he walks past or his knuckles brushing your lower back. Its juet small touches like these that you three would exchange often.

- They also head to the bar often, if you don't drink that's alright with them, you can be their ride home because they get absolutely hammered. It starts off easy, then Ajax makes a bet that he could do more shots than Keegan, then it gets competitive then you're hauling both their asses back to base at the end of the night.

- Ajax used to drag Keegan home for the holidays, knowing Keegan didn’t have a place for himself. He ended up seeing you at base one year before they left and dragged you along. You and Keegan end up meeting Ajax’s family and are invited every year until… Ajax dies. Sometimes after his death, Keegan and you would still visit to pay your respects and care for Ajax’s family despite the fact Keegan always turns down invitations to join the family get-to-together, he feels like it wouldn't be right to join when he 'let' Ajax die in his arms. (:Sorry)

Thomas A. Merrick & Keegan P. Russ

- Honestly? It's Merrick who is the most protective in this trio, he doesn't stand by someone trying to start shit with you or Keegan, he will just put his own body in front of yours or Keegans if he thinks you are in some sort of danger/trouble. 

- Keegan is a silent protector, he has yours and Merrick's back, always. No issues for him, he simply always ensures that you're both cared for under his watchful eye.

- Merrick always calls for you or Keegan to do tasks, he knows the other Ghosts could do it, but he relies on you both the most because he just knows he could always trust your judgment/calls. It's his first instinct to call for either Keegan or you.

- Merrick does take Keegan with him on holidays (Especially after Ajax's death). (Whoever said Merrick is definitely a widower I agree so much. I'm sorry I can't remember/find where I first saw the Headcanon). But yes, Merrick usually brings Keegan with him, and he would invite you along as well. Usually takes you both out for breakfast, or a small trip just the three of you. Merrick refuses to let you or Keegan pay for a thing, he just waves a hand at you and shrugs you off if you even attempt to while he pulls out his wallet.

- Picnics. Definitely between the three of you, just taking a moment to yourselves away from the constant chaos that is your lives. It usually just happens in silence, after a few hours. You would be laid in the grass together watching the sun set, then stargaze. During these rare moments of silence, it’s just you three. A rare moment of happiness just you three share, while Merrick calls out whatever constellations he could spot. Even moves his hand infront of your eyes to lead your eyes to also seeing it. Keegan ends up pointing out a few he knows from the last time you guys did this, making sure to remember whatever Merrick points out. 

Kick & Neptune

- Kick is the chaotic one in the trio, Neptune the blunt no bullshit guy and you? Are you along for a chaotic ride with these two?

- They will also judge others together. If you are not around they wait for you just to spill any dirt (they find alot of things on people that they shouldn’t know) they dug up on a poor soul.

- They definitely have some intel/technology talks. (Even if you can or cannot fathom what they are talking about). They don't mind to much, well Kick would try and explain it (if you can't understand still he tries again.. and Again.. and again) Neptune would just sip his coffee in the background listening, doesn't even offer his input even if he could help You understand.

- I can't think of anything of these two as they aren't very known but I just wanted to let you all know that I wanted to add them anyway.

(Might add more to this, might not. Thanks for reading)

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can I request a Paul x reader where Paul imprinted on reader but they just fucking hate him because reader and Paul where like each other's worst enemy's before he shifted and Paul has to convince reader that he's not the worst person on earth

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Paul Lahote.

Your enemy.

All through school, he has hated you, and you've hated him. It's because he had beaten up your good friend. Not only that, but he was a player, and you HATE players. He tried to get in bed with you once at a party, but you slapped him.

"Oh, you've done it y/l/n. Watch yourself, little girl." He spits and shoves past you. "Fuck. You." You turn around. He stops, faces you, and then smiles. "I will make you regret that."

He sure did. Every day, he would make fun of you. He threatened to beat up your friend again just to make you mad. His exact words were, "I don't hit women. But I will make y/n cry."

One day, he stopped showing up. He was gone. It was the best feeling ever. You were free. When he came back, you were angry. You had a class together, and you ended up locking eyes.

That is when everything fell apart. Now, you have to be around him. He has to be around you. His mean attitude has slightly changed. But, you give him attitude which upsets him. You kind of love making him mad in hopes this stupid imprint thing goes away. Your dynamic annoys the pack. They wish you guys would just shut up and be a healthy relationship.

Here you guys are, in his truck.

"You are one stupid boy, Paul." You yell at him because you saw a girl he had fucked in high school. "Don't be childish. She means nothing." He growls and starts the truck. You step out and make your way down the rocky dirt road.

He jumps out too and grabs your elbow. "In the truck, now." He says sternly. You push him back, but he doesn't budge. "Don't call me childish when YOU are the man whore!"

"Why does it matter to you anyway?!" He yells and steps closer to you. His breathing is rough. "Because you imprinted on me, and I'm jealous. But I'm mad, and I know I mean nothing. You will hurt me, too." His breathing slows down. "I'll never hurt you. You need to understand that." He says quietly.

That night, you knock on Paul's bedroom door. He HAS to have you at his house during the night, or else he can't protect you due to territory issues with the vampires. Thankfully, you sleep on the couch.

He opens the door, and you stare at him with annoyance. "Ya know, the couch is very uncomfortable." You cross your arms. "Bro, I'm not in the mood. Just take the bed." He pushes past you. "I'm not sleeping in your nasty bed. I'm going home." You argue. You walk back to the living room to put your stuff in your bag. He grabs your arm with a firm grip, pulling you up to face him. "You're not going anywhere." He glares. "I. Hate. You." You hiss. Something in his eyes changed. "I don't like when you say that." His voice is still stern. You scoff and cross your arms. "Dude, like I care. You're a piece of shit. You're only keeping me around so that you don't have to deal with the physical pain of being away from me."

Something inside Paul had caught on fire. His heart is actually breaking. He can't take this anymore! He does love you.

"Can you at least stay with Emily? Kim?" He asks softly. "Okay." He sighs of relief, and you notice how genuine he seems.

'It's only because of the imprint.'

He drives you to Emily and Sam's.

You and Emily ended up staying up watching movies on the couch. You guys ended up having a deep 3 a.m girl talk.

"I'm just so mad about it being him!" You groan in your tired state. She yawns and nods her head. "I know, sweetie. Just tell me, would you ever change your mind about him?" She adjusts the blanket over her.

You take a big deep long breath, thinking.

"Mm, he'd have to really show me. He's hurt so many people. He played with girls' hearts. He was a fuck boy! Geez." You put your hand over your face. "Well, let the universe take part. Sit back and see what happens. Be nicer to him. It's not a forced bond. There's always been something there." She smiles.

You wake up to Emily cooking in the kitchen. You sit up and walk to the table, sitting down. "Oh! I hope I didn't wake you." She awkwardly bites her lip. "You did, but it's because of food, so I'm not complaining." You giggle.

You realize you look bad. Pajamas, hair's a mess, no makeup.

You go to their bathroom with your bag and fix yourself up.

You step out and see the pack sitting around. You see Paul looking down at his hands that are placed on the table.

Emily's advice plays in your head. Be nicer. You will be, but you won't give in until he shows he's a good guy. You refuse to get hurt.

You walk up to him and kneel down beside him. He looks down at you, confused. "You alright?" You ask kind of nicely? He looks surprised and smiles at you. "Uhm, I will be." He breathes out.

His brown eyes are stuck on yours. His mood has lifted a bit because you acknowledged him and somewhat showed you care. This is a good sign to him.

You stand up and see the boys side eyeing you and eating. "Y/n, I left something on my couch for you. You actually left it." He looks up at you.

What could you have left?

"Thanks." You say dryly. Paul stands up and pushes the chair in. "I'll drive you." He offers. Kim notices your face. She stands up and puts a hand on your shoulder. "I'll take you, y/n. I'll drop you off at home after you pick it up."

You look at her and nod your head, "thank you." You smile.

Being somewhat nice to Paul is hard.

You open the door to Paul's house and walk over to his couch. There's a brown paper bag with handles. You open it up.

Inside is a tiny black box. You open it, and there's a necklace. It's a beautiful necklace that you have been looking at for a while. It's expensive as shit! "No. Fucking. Way." You mumble. Under the necklace is a note. You pick up the necklace, placing it down on your lap, and open the piece of paper.

'I swear, when I think of you, the mountains before me move. Believe me when I say this: I love you.'

You forget how to breathe. Your hands become shaky. You put the note down and open the bag again. A fluffy blanket that's swirled and tied with ribbon into a bow. In the ribbon is another note.

'For when my blanket is too gross for you to sleep in. I promise I do clean them.'

You giggle a little bit. You dig inside again, and there's a bracelet. He definitely made it.

You put on the necklace and bracelet. You put the blanket back in the bag and walk back to Kim's car. "What was it?" She asks. "A blanket!" You giggle.

You're settling in at home. You did laundry, some work on your laptop, and made yourself food.

You sit on your bed, scrolling through tiktok. Your phone dings.

Paul: how are you feeling?

Y/n: good. Thank you for the gifts.

Paul: you're welcome, beautiful. I have a question.

Y/n: what

Paul: date?

You groan in annoyance. Your mind plays out every mean thing he said to you before phasing. All of the girls he had hurt. The innocent dudes he fought because they breathed wrong.

But, his beautiful eyes. His sexy face. His body. His hands. His smile. His laugh. His electrifying touch.

Y/n: it's going to take a lot of convincing to get me to be yours.

Paul: I know. I'll wait forever.

Y/n: did you make the bracelet?

Paul: yes ma'am. I'm sorry if you don't like it. I can redo it for you.

What a suck up!!!

Y/n: it's perfect.

A couple of days later, the pack is at Jacob's house. They're helping him fix up a motorcycle. You, Emily, and Kim join in.

You girls sit on lawn chairs near the garage. Emily looks at your wrist and smirks. "Things going well?" She asks. You lean back in the chair and sigh. "I mean, I'm being nice.... enough. He's showering me in gifts. He's trying to take me on a date." You roll your eyes. "What's so bad about that? He's showing you he wants you and only you." Kim says. You know this deep down. But, it doesn't change who he was... is. You don't know anymore.

Paul, Jared, and Sam make their way to you girls. Paul smiles at you and gently grabs your hand. You leave it like that for two seconds but wiggle your hand out of his grip. He doesn't say anything.

"I want to show you something, if you'll let me." He looks at you with almost a pleading face. You get curious and look around his face for any sign of something bad.

It's just sweetness. You can feel the passion radiating off of him. "Okay, Paul." You actually say his name without anger.

This makes his heart jump. His stomach does a flip. He just wants to take you by the hand and kiss you.

You lock your fingers with his and stand up.

He leads you into the woods. "There's a specific spot. You okay?" He turns to face you. You guys have been walking for a hot while. "I'm fine." You lie. Your feet are killing you. He squints at you and then walks to you. He lifts your bridal style. "What the hell?" You squirm. "I can tell your feet are hurting. Let me help you."

Finally, you guys get to this stream of water. There are rocks planted perfectly like a path. The sound of the water is soothing. There is a tree that has fallen, which is where he places you down.

"I was patrolling and found this. It made me think of you." He sits next to you. You look over at him as he watches the stream.

"Ya know, I never meant to hurt those girls in school. I was punishing myself." He sighs. You turn your body to his. You're shocked he's opening up.

"I never hated you. I was trying to stop myself and you from ever falling. But I've always liked you. I was just young, dumb, oblivious." He looks at you. "I'd do anything for you. I hope you believe me. I'm sorry for how I was. I will forever live with that guilt, and I deserve it. I deserve no pity. But, I am so sorry." He shakes his head and his eyes get watery.

You fall.

You fell.

You love him.

"Oh, Paul." You grab his face and kiss him. He's taken aback but kisses you back. His hand wraps around your wrist gently.

Later that night, you are at his house. You are sleeping on the couch again. You are staring at the ceiling and can't stop thinking about him. His lips taste so good. His touch is like fire.

You get up and open his door slowly. His room is dark, and you can hear very quiet snoring. You make your way to his bed. You crawl under the blanket next to him. He slightly groans and shifts. He turns around, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your back into him. Your butt is against him. You lift your head and turn it. You can't see his face, but you feel his lips on yours. The kiss is rough, and his hands slide down to your hip, near your ass. He pulls away and nuzzles his face in your neck. "Not yet."

You wake up, wrapped up in his arms and content. "I love you." You mumble to Paul. "I love you too, my girl." He kisses your cheek.

[dirtybitfic]

Vibe drive-

Contains- deep convo , smutt , riding, spanking , chocking, face fucking , face riding, dommatt, rough sex, daddy kink, pet names like- slut, whore , cum slut , baby etc. video taping.

Matt x fem reader

Matt just woke me up at 4 am saying he couldn't sleep and wanted to go for a drive . I agreed because I know he wouldn't call me if he didn't need me , i'm guessing he's having a rough night .

Matt just pulled up as I jog down my stairs in my slippers and oversized sweatshirt not caring how I look since my hairs going to get fucked up from the wind .

I get into the car giving him a quick hug before we're off .

" So what's up ?" I ask looking over at him . He glances at me before sighing heavily and shaking his head.

“It’s Lia … I caught her cheating on me” he says In a pissed off tone .

“Oh my god Matt … I’m sorry you had to see that “ I say rubbing his arm slowly . “Nah it’s fine I mean I’m just pissed off honestly I’m not gonna cry about it … I just hate that I wasted so much time on her” he says they let’s out a short spiteful laugh.

“ no I get it … honestly I kinda hated her anyways so her loss” I say smiling and looking out of the window. Lia was an absolute bitch , nope actually she was a raging CUNT. She was always talking shit about me or saying snide comments to me when Matt wasn’t paying attention. I never told him about the shit she would say or do since I thought he seemed really happy with her and didn’t want to ruin that.

“Oh trust me I know … I’m sorry I let her treat you like she did “ he says giving me a sympathetic look, I give him a confused one “ wait you knew about how she acted towards me ?” I ask kind of hurt that he let it happen but I kinda understand why he did … I guess. “ we’ll I’d catch her whispering things to you when she thought h wasn’t paying attention and from your body’s reaction I could tell she wasn’t saying anything nice … and she tried to get me to stop talking to you manyyy times so it was obvious she had something against you “ he explains and I nod slowly. “ yeah she definitely did not like me I can tell you that for sure … I will say i feel bad she cheered in you but I’m glad she gone now” I say and a smiles letting out a small chuckle. “ yeah me too “ he smiles then hands me his phone . “ play some music we’re gonna drive to the beach “ he says before taking the turn onto the road that leads us to the cape house.

I queue up some songs I know he likes and a couple wild cards I’m not sure he’ll like or not .

Wild card songs

As we were driving in comfortable silence listening to music we would occasionally talk about parts of the songs we liked the most . I was happy to hear he liked all the wild card songs especially the one in playing right now as we slowly pull into the parking lot at the beach access. “This one is good add it to my liked “ he says as he turns off the car .

We get out and head into the house going up to his room where we always keep a couple things just incase we forget something when we come down here. I grab a bikini from one of the drawers and go to the bathroom to change . I come back as Matt is tying the strings of his trunks . “Ready ?” He asks as he grabs his shirt and throws in on . “Yep” I chirp back and throw my big sweatshirt back on. I caught him looking me up and down but I just smirked and started walking to the door.

We made our way to the beach walking closely together . The silence was comfortable. The moon was still shining and the starts were bright lighting the dark roads. We make it to the beach and I immediately rub down to the water jumping into it laughing as I watch him run in after me . He runs into the water splashing me in the process. I swim closer to him wrapping my arms around his back and rest my head on his shoulder . “ I’m glad you called me this is nice” I whisper as I take in the scenery. The beach had a thick foggy mist casting over it and the water is glistening from the moon. It’s eery but beautiful at the same time. “In just glad I always have you when I need you” he says back making me smile . He turns to face me hoisting me up and making me wrap my legs around his hips as he hugs me close. It’s very always felt so comfortable in his arms , he makes me feel safe and calm almost like the world stops when we’re together . He buries his head in my chest and I play with his hair as he groans into my tits making me giggle. “Sorry that just feels so good” he says as he holds me even closer. “Yeah?” I say back in a tone that sounds slightly seductive. “Mhmm” he groans into my chest and I smile as I continue playing with his hair as the water ripples around us. It feels like a sweet innocence moment until Matt uses his nose to push my too off of one of my tits and starts sucking in my nipple making me gasp “Matt” I gasp in chock but he just keep his eyes closed as he sucks harder making my hips buck and a whimper to escape my lips. He looks so needy and innocent right now, it’s kind of adorable. “M-Matt are you sure this is a good I-idea” I stutter out as he moves to the next one giving my other nipple attention as I grind into him making him groan. He comes off with a pop and looks into my eyes with a hungry look “ we’re gonna go back to the house and I’m going to fuck you into oblivion” he stated and I look at him shocked but also turned on by his words “o-okay” I squeak out as I bite my lip. “Yeah you’d like that wouldn’t you … having your best friend dick so deep inside you … making you cum over and over until your crying and begging for me to stop” he whispers into my ear as he slowly slides me back down into the water. I moan at his words and as my feet hug the sand again I’m immediately making my way out of the water . I hear him chuckles behind me as he watches me practically rush out of the water . “ eager aren’t we” he jokes and I feel slightly humiliated with how eager I really am to get back to the house . “ yeah now let’s get back to that fucking house “ I say back as I slightly jog back to the road . He jogs behind me catching up and I hear a groan come from him . I look back to see him watching my ass giggle and I smile . “Damn” he whispers as he bites his lip and slaps my as making me squeak . “ can’t wait to watch that clap back into me” he whispers In my ear and I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips making him smirk in satisfaction at the way I react to his words.

The second we get back to the house I’m running up the stairs to the shower throwing off my bikini and turning in the hot water waiting for it to warm . Matt walks in behind me looking me up and down taking in my naked body . I get slightly nervous as my hands move to cover in my pussy and tits but he grabs my wrists shoving them back down to my sides “ don’t hide from me “ he growls and I nod looking down still feeling nervous. I’ve thought about Matt in sexual ways before more times than I’d like to admit but he had a gf and I never felt it was right to act in my feelings giving he’s also been my best friend for so many years. He pulls his bottoms off and my mouth literally drops when I see his size . He thick and lengthy as had many veins running from tip to base, I want to lick them so bad. I step into the shower and he follows at I step into the water rinsing off all the sand and ocean water from my body the best I can without and soap. I move out of the water so he can do the same . I watch as his body tightens with specific movements but I eyes ultimately land on his large pulsing dick .

I drop to my knees and he looks down smirking “you wanna suck it?” He asks in a sweet tone and I nod. “ go on” he says and I do ,as I hold the shaft with my hand unable to fully wrap my hand around it and give the head a couple licks making him groan. I look up at him smiling innocently before I take the head into my mouth and suck he’s so thick I can barely fit my mouth around him . I focus on the head not by choice but because i literally can’t go any farther . “ take more I know you can” he says as he grabs my hair . I shake my head as I try but come off with a cough “ I c-can’t your too big” I whine and he smirks as he tightens the grip on my hair making me hiss “open that slutty little mouth f’me” he demands and I do as he slides back into my mouth forcing me down as he fucks my face. I’m gagging and coughing as his dick reaches the back of my throat, tears are falling down my face mixed with water that is cascading down from the shower head. “Fuck atta girl swallowing my cock just like that” he groans making me moan as wetness pools between my legs. He continues thrusting full force into my mouth , gagging and coughing I smack his thigh to let him know I need a second to breathe but he doesn’t seem to care. “So close baby fuck keep fucking gagging” he groans as his hips stutter and his dick twitches. A couple more thrusts and his cum was filling my throat. He pulls out with a pop and I swallow and cough as I try to catch my breath. Matt stands over me with that's smirk that drives me wild . I look up at him and smile as he helps me back up onto my feet and turns off the water.

We get out as I bend down to garb a towel from the cabinet jolting forward when his hand comes down harshly on my ass making me squeal. "MATT" I say as I smack his chest " sorry couldn't help it" he shrugs with a smirk taking the other towel I grabbed for him. We quickly dry off , as I wrap the towel around my body Matt grabs me and throws me over his shoulder making me giggle as he b lines it to the bedroom. He leaves the door open since we're the only ones here and throws me down on the bed. " I want you to ride my face" he says in a deep tone making me shiver. I've never done that before because it scares me to be honest , I can feel my face getting hot as he looks at me waiting for me to answer. " matt ... no " I say as I scoot away and he narrows his eyes. " Well I wasn't asking I was telling you " he says back through gritted teeth and I whimper . " No Matt I'm too heavy for that type of shit" I say as I look away from him now feeling embarrassed . His hand comes around my neck quickly forcing me to look at him " you are not heavy y/n , your perfect now let me make you feel good " he says as he searches my eyes for a sign . " o-okay" I stutter out and he smiles as he lays down . I straddle his face barely putting my wait down and he slaps my outer thigh making me groan " Don't fucking hover sit this pretty little pussy on my face" he growls and I cant help the moan that escapes my mouth from his words. I slowly lower myself down as his tongue darts out and flicks my clit I cry out in pleasure. He grabs my thighs bringing me all the way down to his mouth as he laps and sucks my pussy . Im moaning loudly asp pleasure corses though my body , I cant help but rock my hips a little bit as the pleasure gets more intense and my legs start to tremble . I grab a hold of the bed frame as my breathing gets louder . " Fuck you taste so good " Matt groans before going back to sucking on my clit . " Oh Fuck M-MATT" I cry out as one of my hands moves down to his hair gripping tightly as he holds my thighs in a tight grip to prevent me from moving . The constant assault on my clit has me shaking and trembling . " MATT MATT oh my god I-im gonna cum" I moan as my head fall forward and I look down to see him looking up at me with dark eyes . Immediately i'm sent over the edge with a scream as I cum all over his face and he groans lapping up my juices .

He lets go of my thighs and I immediately fall next to him panting . "did so good for me " he says as he moves over me starting to place kisses down my neck to my tits taking one in his mouth as I moan . He leaves dark hickeys all over my chest and neck . Coming back up he brings me into a deep passionate kiss that practically has me putty in his hands. His hand is wrapped snuggly around my throat as the kiss gets sloppy and his dick rubs through my wet folds as he grinds into me making me whimper at the sensitivity when it rubs over my clit. " you gonna be a good girl and take all of it" he asks as he presses his tip to my entrance . I nod quickly as I buck into him just wanting him to slide in already. He slaps me across the face making me moan . " Use your words " he growls as he slaps my pussy with his hard dick making me buck my hips . " Y-yes ill take it all" I whimper still waiting for him to enter me . " Yes what" he says as I groan knowing what he wants " Yes daddy please just fuck me" I moan and he smiles widely as he slams into me giving me no time to adjust to his size. Im whimpering as pain corses through me from how much he's stretching me . " F-fuck matt mm I-it hurts" I whimper out as I try and push him away . " aww you poor thing" he whines back as he grabs my legs putting them on his shoulders making him hit even deeper inside of me . " FUCK MMM" I scream as he continuously hits my g spot . " Good fucking girl taking me so well" he groans as he chokes me . Im crying and shaking as my orgasm approaches " don't fucking cum until I tell you to is that clear" he growls and I nod , he slaps me again before I stutter out a response " y-yes sir" I moan as I try and hold it back . Its becoming painful to hold it back and I finally break when he presses down on where he's bulging inside me . My juices spray out of me before I can even apologize he's slapping me.

" I told you not to fucking cum " he growls before he pulls out and flips me over his lap , his hands comes down on my ass harshly so many times I lost count . Im crying and squirming as my ass stings and he finally lets up after one last smack . " are you going to listen from now on?" he asks in a condescending tone. " Y-yes daddy" I whine back as he pulls me up to saddle him . " Now be a good girl and ride it" he says as he slowly lowers me down onto him . I slowly move up and down as his hands grip my sore ass making me whimper . " you better speed up before I do it for you" he orders in a demanding tone and I whimper as I start bouncing at a faster pace . His dick is hitting the perfect spot that has my legs shaking and becoming tired quickly . I slow down again to try and give my legs a break which seems to piss Matt off . He takes a hold of my hair back my back arch as he starts thrusting up into me making me scream " FU-FUCK DADDY OH M-MY GOD" I scream as I feel another orgasm approaching . The squelching sounds get louder and louder " You better fucking beg to cum " he says as he can tell i'm close . " p-please daddy please can I cum " I beg in a pathetically whiny tone . " louder let the whole neighborhood know how much you want me to let you cum " he says and I cry out . "P-PLEASE DADDY PLEASE PLEASE CAN I CUM PLEASE" I scream as my vision starts to blur and pain spreads though me ass I hold back my orgasm for dear life. " Yeah go on make a mess like the little slut you are" he groans and I immediately let go as my juices spray out again completely soaking his and my thighs and stomach . " Good girl . look so hot when you squirt" he groans as he lets go of my hair and my head fall into his chest . I whine as my legs start to give out from shaking so hard. " aww are your legs tired ?" he ask which you sympathy and I nod . He pulls me off of him and slams me down onto my stomach . He gets behind me and lifts my hips slightly off the bed before slamming back into me . His big dick is hitting so deeply at this angle I feel like he's about to come out of my mouth . " f-fuck daddy its so deep " I whine as I claw the sheets trying to get away from him . " Nah uh take it like a good little whore " he groans into my ear as he bits down onto my shoulder making me scream in pleasure .

I feel another orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast as my legs tremble and my ass presses back into him . " S-so close " I whine and I hear him chuckle behind me " so soon?" he ask in a tone that makes me feel humiliated but it also makes me even more wet. " come on be a good girl and cum for me " he says as he grips my hair lifting my head off the bed . " F-FUCK DADDY" I scream as I cum again. He continues pounding into me as my entire body spasms . I'm becoming overstimulated and I don't know how much more I can take . Tears are streaming down my face and my hand flys back to his lower stomach trying to push him away , I would tell him I cant take it but I literally cant seem to get the words out. " Put your fucking hand down " he growls as he grabs my neck and pulls me up to my knees still pounding into me . " M-MATT T-- TOO -M-UCH I CANT" I scream out as I squirt out of no where taking my breathe away.

He pushes me so i'm fully arched for him . My legs are still trembling and my breathing is loud and erratic . He bend over to grab something put i'm too tired to pay that much attention . He slams back into me with out a warning making me scream . " Fuuuck your ass looks so good clapping back on me like this" he groans as he smack it making me scream from the stinging pain of the raw skin from how hard he spanked me just a bit ago. I hear the sound of a videos starting which makes me smile knowing Matt is going to have a video on his phone of this . " Such a dirty little slut taking me so well aren't you " he asks as he grips my hair and angling his phone to capture my fucked out expression . " y- YES DADDY OH MY G-GOD" I cry out as he pounds into me so roughly my entire body is jolting with every movement . "Yeah such a good girl " he praises as he drops my head back down and takes a hold of my hip pulling me back into him . I can tell he's flipped the camera by the fact I can see the flash shining . " god love this fucking ass" he groans as he slaps it a couple times making my body shake . " looks so good with my hand prints on it " he growls as he picks up the pace again and I scream out . I cant help but squirt again with a scream earning as deep groan from him. " DADDY I C-CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE " I Scream as I pull my body away from him making him slide out of me quickly .

He flips me over slapping me there times across my face making me whimper . " You're gonna take it until I fill you with my cum" he grits out and slams back into me . He angles the camera to capture the way he's bulging inside of me . He presses down and I scream . Its hurts so good but I know if he keeps his hand there's I will squirt again and I genuinely don't know if my body can handle another one. My hand comes to wrap around his wrist . ' M-MATT MATT " I scream as try to cry his hand away " Mm mm let go . I don't care how overstimulated you get , how hard you cry. you're gonna be my good little slut and take it " He growls as he pounds me so hard my eyes roll back . I squirt again and my visions goes completely out and my breathing stops for a couple seconds . " J-jesus christ" I hear matt groans as he gets a good angle of my juices flowing out of me .

" Fuck y/n im so fucking close" he groans and I whine. " Fuck please cum in me daddy please" I beg as i'm so overstimulated and fucked out I cant even open my eyes and my legs tremble non stop . " F-fuck " he groans as his thrusts get sloppy but are still rough. I feel an orgasm creating up so quickly I can barely breathe . " Fuck keep squeezing me like that" he moans . I open my eyes as much as I can and look up at him as my eyebrows furrow and my mouth is open . " God fuck you look so fucking hot all fucked out" he moans as he pounds me a couple more times before we both cum ." fuck such a good little cum slut" he groans.

He flops down onto my chest as he ends the video . Im panting and tears are falling down my face . Ive never orgasmed that many times in my life but holy fuck it felt amazing . I know i'm going to be sire Tommorrow but I couldn't care less .

"God why would she ever cheat on you . That was the best sex of my life" I pant out and he laughs. " Probably because she couldn't take it ... we barely had sex " he says back and I gasp. "Sucks for her " I say with a giggle . " and she about to find out exactly what she missing now" he says and I look at him confused . " Oh baby i'm sending her that video" he says with s devilish smile and I cant help but smile " fine by me I know she always hated me because I was friends with you so honestly I hope she cry about it" I say and he pulls himself up and slowly slides out of me making me whimper at how sore my pussy is.

He grabs his phone and send her the video making me smile. " Let's get you cleaned up" he says as he goes to the bathroom and comes out with a warm wet rag as he cleans off my thighs , stomach and pussy . He cleans himself off after and gets into bed with me .

" You know I always wandered what you'd be like in bed but ... wow " I say to him making him laugh. " what didn't expect me to be so dominant?" he asks and I shake my head " Not at all but I fucking loved it" I say back and he smiles pulling me into his chest." Good cause after that i'm gonna be fucking you way more often" he says and I smile " Oh yeah?" I ask " Mhm " he answers before hissing me sweetly.

His phone rings and he picks it up to see "Lia" pop up on the screen . " answer it and out it on speaker " I say with a big smile making him laugh .

"MATT WHAT THE FUCK " Lia shouts through the phone . " Hello to you too" matt says back making me laugh under my breathe. " I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE YOU ... YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME I DIDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT Y/N AND NOW YOU SEND ME A VIDOE OF YOU FUCKING HER" she screams and you can tell she's crying . " Oh shut the fuck up Lia you literally cheated on me I don't know why you're mad" he says though gritted teeth and for some reason i'm turned on all over again. " okay and you still lied to me about you and her " she says in a whiny annoying tone . " well I don't really care anymore so good night Lia " Matt says calmly and I can hear her scoff . " Fuck you Matt" she says . I decide to piss her off even more " Oh don't worry I just did ... I mean you know that though" I say and end it with a laugh . Matt looks at me shocked but also like he wants to eat name alive . She literally screams before hanging up . Me and Matt bust out laughing at how ridiculous she is .

" God your so hot" he groans as he pulls me onto his lap kissing me "God I could ride you right now" I whine and he smiles " Do it " he orders and I smile before I lift myself up and slam down onto him again and again and again until were both cumming again and are officially to tired to even move.

" Be mine" matt says as we slowly drift to sleep " Ive always been yours matt" I say back before he kisses me good night and we fall asleep.

[honeyedwords111]

summary: You struggle with life as a young adult with a father who has a gambling and alcohol addiction, you seek comfort in the arms of your dads best friend

2.3k words

Warnings: 18+ age gap (reader is 18 Arthur is 36). Descriptions of abuse, abuseive father. Father’s best friend.

Please note that there are possibly triggering tropes/story lines that might affect you so read with caution!

(This is my first ever fan fiction to I have NO CLUE how all this works) Lmk if you want another chapter!!

As the day stretches on, the late afternoon sun pours through the window, casting everything in gold. Long shadows dance across the whitewashed walls of your room. You sit on the edge of the bed, pulling your white cotton socks up over your knees. Standing, you smooth out your slightly crumpled dress—a delicate eggshell-colored silk piece with embroidered flowers and puffed sleeves. Your father’s favorite dress. He bought it after a big win one night, not out of love, but to show you off, like a prize he could parade around.

He always brought you along to his games. Sometimes to serve drinks, sometimes to clean up after the men. But more often than not, just to sit in the corner, silent, an ornament to enhance his status.

A familiar sense of dread settles in your stomach. You have always hated game nights—completely ignored unless your father needed to introduce you to the men. And even then, he wouldn’t speak to you, wouldn’t acknowledge you as a person. Just an object.

You let your hair down, golden strands cascading over your shoulders, and dust a light layer of blushing powder over your cheeks. You don’t really need it, but anything to delay the inevitable. Taking a deep breath, you catch your reflection in the mirror. Pale. Tired. You quickly look away, pushing down the uneasy feeling rising in your chest.

The hallway outside your door is quiet as you make your way downstairs, where your father waits. The moment he lays eyes on you, his expression tightens.

“Your dress is crumpled.” His voice is cold.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“You know that appearance is everything, Y/N. Don’t let this happen again.”

His gaze is sharp, disapproving. You want to roll your eyes, maybe say something, but you don’t dare. Not when you know what awaits you if you push too far. The memory of sitting in a corner, back bleeding, for hours stops any comeback you may have had. And besides, a ruined dress would only make things worse.

He grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. His grip is tight, painful, but careful—never enough to bruise. A bruised face would make you less appealing.

“Well?.” “Yes daddy, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” He releases you with a grunt and turns away. You stand there for a moment, alone in the dimly lit hall, before following.

……………………………………………………………………………………………

The cart jostles down the rough road, and you keep your hands neatly folded in your lap, gaze trained straight ahead. Careful not to disturb him. You can tell your father is tense.

You don’t know much about this game, only that it’s off the books, taking place in Flatneck Station.

“Is it a big game tonight, Daddy?” you ask, your voice small.

No response at first. Then—

“Big money on the table today, baby.”

You blink, slightly surprised. You had been under the impression that money was running low.

“Can we afford that right now, Daddy?”

His face darkens.

“You think I’m going to lose? You think I’m fucking stupid?” His tone sharpens, a warning.

“No—Daddy, that’s not what I meant!”

“Don’t ask stupid questions, Y/N. Just worry about sitting there and look pretty.”

Ironic, considering he’s the one who cares about your appearance more than you.

You don’t say another word.

The cart pulls into the station. Your father hasn’t spoken since snapping at you, and you don’t dare break the silence.

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Men loiter around the platform, cigarette smoke curling in the humid air. Most of them are unfamiliar, but then—your gaze lands on a broad, familiar set of shoulders.

Arthur.

You hadn’t expected to see him here.

“Arthur’s here?” The words slip out before you can stop them.

Arthur is your father’s best friend—if you can even call it that. Your father always said friends are for the weak. A man only needs allies. Still, Arthur has been around for as long as you can remember. Sometimes months pass without a word from him, but whenever he’s in town, he makes a point to see you both. He’s gruff, rough around the edges. You’ve heard all the horror stories about the things he’s done, the things he’s capable of.

Yet, somehow, you can never quite picture it. Not with you. With you, he has always been… gentle.

Your father grunts in response, barely acknowledging your question as Arthur strolls over, hands resting on his belt buckle. He tips his hat.

“Well, how’s it going, Y/F/L/N? Been too long, brother.”

They exchange a brief hug, slapping each other’s backs. Then Arthur turns to you.

“Hey there, kiddo,” he says, thick Southern drawl coating his words.

Despite your father‘s previous mood and the feeling of dread you have had the entire day, you can’t help but feel something when seeing him, you just couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Arthur! I had no clue you’d be here.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t sure if I’d show. But here I am.” He smirks, just a little, and something about it makes your stomach twist.

“I’m real glad to see you. I missed you.” The words come out shyer than you intended.

Arthur tilts his head slightly. “Nah, you missed an old dog like me?” He adjusts his stance, still gripping his belt.

Your face flushes, but before you can respond, your father’s hand clamps down on your arm, his grip like iron.

“Nice seeing you, Arthur, but we better get inside,” your father says, tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yeah,” Arthur nods, gaze lingering on you for just a second longer. “See you in there.”

The back room of the station is dimly lit and stuffy, the air thick with cigar smoke. Your father marches you inside roughly, his grip firm on your arm. As expected, he sits you down in a corner, away from the table.

“You are to sit here, not say a word, and if anyone speaks to you, you smile and be just about as sweet as you can possibly be. These men are going to be very valuable connections. You understand me, girl?”

Of course, you obey.

Time drags on.

You keep your hands folded in your lap, eyes trained on the table, trying to appear as small and unnoticeable as possible. But as the hours stretch on, your eyelids grow heavy.

Without realizing it, you slip into sleep.

……………………………………………………………………………………………

You wake up a short while later, the low murmur of voices and the occasional clink of glass filling the air. The men are still gathered around the table, their cigarette smoke curling into thick clouds above them. The room is warm, stuffy, the scent of tobacco and whiskey hanging heavy.

You sit there for a little while longer, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, before deciding you need to step out. Quietly, you slip from your seat and make your way toward the door, moving carefully so as not to draw your father’s attention.

The platform outside is slick with damp, the wooden planks green with age and slippery beneath your feet. The night air is sharp, biting through the thin fabric of your dress, sending a shiver down your spine. You fold your arms over your chest in a weak attempt to keep warm.

The sudden scratch of a match being struck makes you jump.

Your head snaps to the left, heart hammering, only to see Arthur leaning against the fence, his hat dipped low as he lights a cigarette. The flame briefly illuminates his face before he shakes the match out, exhaling a slow stream of smoke into the cold night air.

“Jesus, Arthur, you almost gave me a goddamn heart attack!” you exclaim, pressing a hand to your chest.

Arthur huffs out a low chuckle, his voice a deep, gravelly drawl. “Sorry, doll, didn’t mean ta spook ya. And you best be careful—yer daddy hears ya talkin’ like that, he ain’t gonna be too pleased.”

You roll your eyes but step closer, leaning against the fence beside him. The rough wood is cold beneath your fingertips, but Arthur radiates warmth beside you, his frame tall and broad. He smells like tobacco and leather, with something earthy and warm beneath it—something that feels like home.

“You win anything tonight?” you ask softly.

Arthur exhales another slow breath of smoke, watching the glow of his cigarette. “Lil’ bit…”

You glance up at him, studying his profile in silhouette. He’s got that familiar half-smirk on his lips, the one that always makes your stomach twist in a way you don’t quite understand. The two of you stand in silence for a while, just listening to the distant hum of the night.

Then the cold catches up with you. Goosebumps rise along your arms, but you don’t want to leave Arthur’s side. So you stay, pressing your arms tighter around yourself, pretending you’re fine.

Arthur notices.

Without a word, he shrugs off his leather jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. The weight of it is comforting, the warmth seeping into your skin.

“Can’t have ya gettin’ sick,” he mutters, his tone gruff, but there’s something soft beneath it.

Your heart skips a beat.

“No, you don’t have to—what if you get—”

“Shush, girl.” He cuts you off before you can finish. “I’ll be fine. Got thick skin.”

A beat of silence.

“I miss you, Arthur.”

The words slip out before you can stop them.

Arthur glances at you, but you keep your eyes down, staring at your fingers where they clutch his jacket.

“Why don’t you visit no more?” you ask, the sadness creeping into your voice before you can shove it down.

Arthur sighs, shifting his weight. “I’m sorry, kiddo. Life’s been busy lately.”

You swallow hard. “I’ve missed you,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

When Arthur was around, your father wasn’t as angry. He still had his moods, but he made an effort to act like a decent man, pretending to be gentle, pretending to care. You knew it was just for show, just so Arthur wouldn’t suspect anything—but even fake kindness was better than none.

And Arthur… Arthur made you feel safe.

“I missed ya too, kiddo,” he murmurs.

Then, without hesitation, he shifts closer, draping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. His warmth surrounds you, steady and solid, and for the first time in a long while, you feel safe.

[sqturns-blog]

Matt Sturniolo head-cannons, Sfw and Nsfw!!

Summary: Basically just head cannons for Matt sturniolo! Sfw will be on at the top of this post and Nsfw will be at the bottom of this post. Pink text is You! Blue is Matt!

Tw: Minors Dni! or don’t i’m not your parent or guardian. Smut hc’s = Nsfw hc’s

A/n: i’m to lazy to proof read this for mistakes so if i messed up some words !

SFW Head Cannons:

into pda like kissing and hugging (his hugs are so warm and comforting) but mainly when he’s anxious because i feel like he would like to fiddle with your hands

if your laying your head on his lap while watching a show or just spending some quality time while just talking about random things he would braid little pieces of your hair and detangle a knot in your hair every once and a while

if you get braids / your a woman of color he would definitely ask if he could help you put your braids into styles

he’s such a good helping hand, if your brushing your hair and you get stuck on a big knot and it’s over whelming you he will offer to help and he will be so so so gentle with your hair and he would be the type to hardly brush your hair cause he doesn’t want to hurt you “baby you can brush harder it doesn’t hurt” “but i don’t want to hurt you!”😭😭

he’s such a gentle man he will hold doors open for you and everything. don’t even think about getting out of the car before he does because he will run out of his side to get to yours and open the door for you

he 100% wants you to be is passenger princess

road trips with the boys, him and you would be the funnest ever! having deep convos, taking turns listening to everyone’s playlists, and getting McDonald’s ofc!

He most definitely wants you to be in a car video with them he understands if your not okay with it because of the fans and some can be hateful but he would def kick Chris out of his seat for you to sit next to him 😭

def soft launched your relationship!

your closet is FILLED WITH all of his ransom shirts! “THATS WHERE THEY ALL WENT!”

(nsfw below ⬇️ )

NSFW Head Cannons:

definitely LOVES your boobs no matter the size !

DEFFF a missionary guy, he wants to see your face while he pounds into you and whispers in your hear how good of a girl your being for him.

will whisper sweet nothings into your ear while fucking you “your d-doing such a good job beautiful nnggh~~” “your so beautiful oh how i l-love your body my prettyy girl”

definitely more of a groaner than a whimper kinda guy but if you want to top him any day and try something new he’s TOTALLY down for you

loves to tease you and edge you during cunnilingus

now when he’s close you’ll def know cause he starts to slur his words and let out a couple moans and whimpers 😉😉

he likes a bj every once and a while but he prefers to make sure your getting your pleasure before him!

he’s DEFINITELY a clit rubber when he knows your starting to get close and you clench around him

he loves to hear your sweet whimpers “fuck M-m-Matt that feels really good” “keep talking princess i just love your voice love”

aftercare KINGG!!

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT!

[serukaiz]

“𝐢’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.” — keisuke baji x reader ♡

i’ve got no idea what to title this, as you can probably tell.

summary: keisuke was spending some time with a girl (he was giving a stranger directions), you got jealous and started overthinking yourself into a breakdown, he comes home and instantly goes to comfort you. some slight angst in the beginning, a diabetic amount of fluff. veryy self-ship coded. he gets into a play-wrestle with you at the end.

ⓘ : no warnings for this. you get insecure and then he reassures you. that’s the entire plot.

you were in the darkness of your room, lights turned off as your body jostles with every loud sob. so much shame coursed through you. crying, first of all, and over a boy? how could you do this to yourself — how could you cry like this? no one had slapped you, no one had been mean to you today. it’s not like yesterday was a terrible day either.

so why were you crying?

earlier, you saw keisuke hanging out with another girl, talking to her like it’s the most natural thing in the world. you knew he wouldn’t cheat — out of every man you knew, he was the most loyal, but it wasn’t just that.

you were jealous. jealous that the girl looked better than you, jealous that she spoke to keisuke so easily. it’s not like you were mad at her. your mind was just screaming at you that she was better. that anyone is fit to be keisuke baji’s lover more than you. that you’re trapping him in a relationship he doesn’t even want.

the sound of footsteps don’t even register in your surroundings until you see light pour into your room from the hallway and a familiar long black-haired man at the doorframe.

instantly, you shot up, reaching for your tissues and desperately trying to wipe away your tears. oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. he caught you. how didn’t you know he was coming home so early?! stupid!

panic rang out inside keisuke too, heart clenching like it’s threatening to shatter into pieces at your cries. he only took pleasure in your tears when he directly caused them, or when you’d cry over some stupid movie and animal video.

“[name]!” keisuke’s sharp eyes widen with concern, long legs immediately carrying him over to you. “hey, hey, hey, the hell’s up with you?”

if you were anyone else, his voice would have raised into an angry-sounding yell at the end, but even his body couldn’t make him sound so cruel to you. instead, his deep tone came out a worried murmur. that made your stomach flutter briefly, before you realised you’re still a whimpering mess in front of someone you can’t afford to screw things up with.

he firmly grabs your cheeks, palms a bit coarse against your cheeks as he turns you to face him. his grip softens, his expression does.

“keisuke, welcome back, i—“ you stammer, attempting to fake a cheery tone. were you trying to piss him off or something?

“cut that out,” he interrupts you irritatedly, thumbs wiping at the salt streaming down your face. your throat is painfully tight. “what’s wrong with you? why’re you cryin’?”

you hiccup, meekly bringing your hands to wrists. thank god, he thinks. you’re touching him, that’s grounding. 

“it’s nothing, keisuke, i was just… i just…” your brain racks itself for a lie, “saw a puppy on the road looking for its’ ma, and i—“

“don’t fucking lie to me.”

that sentence came out so stern, you felt like you couldn’t speak. it shook you. and he knew it did, so he let you continue again. your veins were pulsing with dread and affection for him. you hated it.

with a swallow, you muster up enough courage to speak. “i…”

you’re struggling to get your words out. he sees it. with a click of his tongue, he gently pulls his big hands away from you in favor of grabbing your waist and sitting on the edge of the bed, accommodating you in his lap. he steadies you and looks at you with so much intensity it makes you tear up all over again. that look on his face is altered with softness. with understanding. 

“i don’t want to sound jealous or possessive, i-i’m not, but seeing that girl with you today made me realise that— i’m not… i’m not good enough for you. and i can’t be, ‘cause— cause i’m at my best with you, and it’s still not enough, and you don’t deserve that. you don’t deserve my shitty treatment, you deserve any other girl who’ll treat you better, and who’s nicer, and prettier, and— and she was flirting with you so subtly, i swear, i wouldn’t even be mad if you broke up with me ‘cause she’s so—“

“jesus christ, pretty. shut up for a sec,” he grumbles, pressing his mouth to yours in a kiss. it’s not lewd or filthy, not aggressive and overwhelming. it’s the gentle, claiming kind of kiss he gives you every time his affection for you overflows or when he wants to calm you down, which happens quite often.

the feeling of his soft lips against yours makes you melt. he swallows your sigh and pulls away by an inch, russet gaze lifting from your mouth to your eyes. a quiet scoff passes from him and he plants a kiss to your forehead. the sound isn’t malicious, not mocking in nature. it’s akin to a chuckle, but there isn’t a single thing he finds funny in this situation. he hates it when you ruin yourself over such insignificant crap like this.

“you’re such an overthinker, damn. c’mere,” he tugs you even closer, leaving not a centimetre between your bodies. his masculine scent overwhelms you, the cologne and musk that smells just like home. “you’re the only one for me. the only girl i love. i don’t want a goddamn sweet-as-sugar pushover, i don’t want an overly sultry chick, i want you.”

your breath hitches.

“you’re my girl. my sweetheart. you’re the prettiest there is. you’re the best there is. there’s not a goddamn person better than you for me. you wanna know why i’d never go for someone else? ‘cause they aren’t you. that woman didn’t have your hair, your eyes, your skin. didn’t have your body, or your pretty voice. nothing.”

his tone is so sincere. it’s so matter-of-fact, demanding almost, like he’s telling you what it is. what he feels. and he is.

your glossy lips tremble again as he pecks your cheeks, trails his lips down your jaw and toward your throat. you shudder, digits curling into his firm flesh. out of habit, you tilt your head backward to give him more.

“do you think of me as some dog? some horny bitch who can’t keep his dick in his pants? ‘cause you need to realise — i’m not on anyone else.”

guilt floods you. he’s right. you were acting like he should’ve gone and done something completely against his morals, acting like fidelity wasn’t the one thing he valued most. your jealousy just gets to you far too much sometimes.

the voices in your brain dissipate. you grow dizzy at the feeling of his lips on your skin, his sharp fangs that you love so much barely grazing the sensitive surface. your body yields to him.

he’s slow with all his movements, tantalisingly so. “who’s in my lap, huh? whose neck am i kissin’ on?”

“m-mine,” you breathlessly stammer, embarrassment tinging your tone. the hum he lets out against you makes bliss surge everywhere.

“that’s right,” he confirms, timbre lowering into something darker. huskier. “you know what else is yours?”

you pause, swallowing. his eyes follow the bob of your throat. when you don’t give an answer, he continues. he has to let you know what’s really going on here.

“i am. i’m yours. everything i have belongs to you. my eyes, my heart, my mind. my entire goddamn being. it’s all yours,” he borders on a growl, and the tone of his voice lightens with his words. he’s not joking, but there’s mirth staining his next sentence, “and if i ever give you a reason to believe otherwise, you’ve got my permission to hit me with a broom.”

the last sentence is so shocking that it stuns you for a moment, every cell in your brain pausing. did he really just say that while you’re a vulnerable puddle in his grasp?

out of nowhere, a disbelieving laugh coaxes out of you, a sound that soothes his whole system and tears away at all the malice that plagues his mind. he smiles, lifting his head from your collarbone and huffing. nothing could make him feel more triumphant than the gentle — or borderline demonic — sound of your giggle. “the fuck?!”

he nearly laughs too, grateful things began to brighten. that’s good. it’s working. he’s cheering you up.

“i’m serious. hell, i’ll even give you the broom if you ask. you know i can’t say no to you even when i’m mad.”

“you’re such a pushover, damn!” you exclaim fondly, shoulders now shaking with chuckles instead of wails. he groans, squeezing your back and nuzzling the crook of your neck.

“yeah, only for you. don’t go thinkin’ i’m some weakling to anyone else, i can still fuck up fifty dudes in a heartbeat,” he deadpans. you just laugh even more, making his canines bare in a loving grin. he moves away from your throat and reaches his hand upward, tousling your hair. you yelp, smacking it away to no avail.

“heyy! don’t fuck up my hair, you butthead!”

“butthead? the hell kinda insult is that, you microscopic mango?” he jests, snickers bubbling within his chest at your pathetic attempts to keep his big hand away from your head. him and his weird fuckin’ insults.

“you’re asking me what insult i’m using when you just called me a microscopic mango? what does that even mean?!”

“figure it out yourself, dipshit. maybe if you weren’t so weak i’d get my hands offa ya.”

“you’re giving me a reason to believe you don’t have an undying love for me! go get me a broom!”

“oh hell no. you know fuck well that doesn’t apply to this, you goddamn idiot.” 

you squeal as he suddenly lifts you up with his palms on your waist, tossing you onto the bed and pinning you down onto your back with the most devious expression on his handsome face. a playfight ensues between the both of you, this moment shared only to the solitary darkness of the room and the peek of brightness from the hallway. he makes sure not to be tough with you, but he uses enough strength to let you know he’s got the upper hand. 

all your worries seem to be forgotten, and that brings the biggest, most stupidest smile to his lips. he loves you. especially when you’re flailing in his arms and kicking at him with peals of laughter, you’re the most lovable girl he’s met.

“ahaha—! nooo, kei, wait-!”

“shut your trap, runt. i’m gonna beat your ass!”

© all rights reserved. 𓏲ּ🍒

[romanstheory]

Midnight Flowers a Damian Priest One Shot

Warnings: language, smut, public sex, drinking

Word count: 1,630

Inspired By: Midnight Sky & Flowers by Miley Cyrus

The music in this club vibrates through me, I can feel it in my bones. The intoxicating boom on the base through this place always leaves me wanting more. My skin tight black dress leaves very little to the imagination as my hips sway to the beat of the music. Eyes closed, head back, enchanted. I've been single now for a month, and damn it's been the best month of my life. No begging for attention, no worrying about if he's sleeping around, no crying myself to sleep. I broke things off with Luis... Damian last time he was home from being on the road a month ago. I spent 4 years shackled to him just trying to hold on to see if it would get better.

Stupid is what I was because it never did get any better. The beginning was like magic, something you read about in a book but then he got a push from WWE and it felt like he himself had changed. He had tunnel vision on what he wanted and I became an afterthought. But none of that matters anymore, i can be free by myself. No him, no WWE, no crying myself to sleep or wondering if I'm enough. Because I am more than enough, I always was. I buy myself the flowers he wouldn't, take myself on the dates he thought were stupid, watch the shows he ignored.

He was the perfect partner until he.... Wasn't and I realized that I deserved more, I DESERVE more. So I ended it and I walked away before he could respond or I could take back what I had just done. I walked away and I never looked back. I cried myself to sleep that night, my body ached in every way possible, my heart shattered. "It's for your own good" I told myself over and over again until I believed it. Now I believe it as I dance in this club freely belonging to no one. The song switches which is the only reason I break from the trance the music hold over me. Slowly I open my eyes before going to the bar for one more drink. "I'll take a lemon drop and my tab!" I say sweetly to the bartender, he gives me a nod in return.

I hear people around me gasping and talking amongst each other, but I choose to scroll on my phone and sip my sweetly bitter drink. Someone sits next to me, again I choose to ignore it, probably just a sloppy drunk man ready to shoot his shot. Though I wouldn't blame him I am painfully uninterested in entertaining anyone tonight least of all a sloppy drunk man I'll have to baby and care for. "I'll just take whatever beer you have on draft" A deep voice rumbles next to me. Is it... no, it couldn't be right? It's been a month since I've seen him, surely this isn't a random pit stop. "You look good" The voice rumbles again. I peek out of the corner of my eye, refusing to face him, and of course there he is in all of his asshole glory.... Damian Priest.

"I know" I reply cooly before taking a big sip of my drink. He chuckles before shaking his head "Nice to see you too". I roll my eyes before gulping down the rest of my drink, I'm about to need it. "You never told me why you broke up with me" Damian says before drinking deeply from his glass "You just kind of dipped out". Anger burns deep within me before my head finally snaps over to him. Beautiful, he's so fucking beautiful I hate it. His hair is slicked back in a bun, his beard freshly trimmed, and he smells masculine with some hints of floral nodes. "I didn't think I needed to, my reasons seemed pretty in your face".

"Why are you here?" My voice dry and monotone "I was having a great time until you got here". His eyes catch my breasts before moving down to the rest of my body, and back up again to my face. Chugging his beer until the glass is empty he holds my stare again "I had some extra time, thought I could find you here so I came". Damian's mouth opens before closing again as if he's trying to figure out the words he wants to say "Can we go on a walk?". I stare at him for a long moment before replying "Pay for my tab and I'll walk". A nod is Damian's response before paying for both of our drinks. My head sings with the sweet buzz of alcohol, enough to make me okay with this stupid ass walk I'm about to go on.

The summer air brushes against my exposed skin as we begin our walk. Our stupid ass walk. "So?" I ask, refusing to look him in his stupid beautiful face. "So..." He replies. Oh fuck me... Here we go with this again. "Why are you here anyway? Why choose tonight to ruin my night?" Anger laced with sadness fills my gut. Sharply exhaled through his nose "I just... wanted to see you is that okay? Does it even matter?". Abruptly I stop walking "Yeah it fucking matters! I haven't seen you since I broke up with you Luis" My voice amplifies with every word. "Damn wanna be a little louder? I don't think they can hear you down the block" Damian's jaw twitches with what I assume is embarrassment.

"Why didn't you fight for me? Was I just not worth fighting for?" The words pour out of my mouth before I can stop them. "Was our relationship not worth fighting for?". Truthfully, by the time I ended things there was not relationship left to fight for. But that didn't stop me from wanting him to say... something... anything. "You were always worth fighting for. I just didn't see it until you were already gone" His hands lay loose at his side like he's awaiting defeat. "I know" My voice is just above a whisper because that's the only way my lips will allow it to escape. "I know I was always worth fighting for but you convinced me I hadn't been... And now I know I don't need you to be loved".

His head hangs in defeat for only a breath before his long legs close the distance between us, before he pulls me into an alley. "Luis what the fu-" His lips meet mine before I can finish. Melting, I'm fucking melting into the kiss. Oh I hate him but my body aches for him, leaning deeper into the kiss. "I know you don't need me, I'm glad you don't but I need you... Right now I need you" His voice is so deep it rumbles like thunder against my lips. "If you won't accept my apology then let me fuck you so you know I mean it". My body sings with excitement. He may have not been a good boyfriend, but he fucks like his life depends on it, and I am more than willing to allow it even in this alley.

"You better fuck me good, and fast before somebody sees us" I purr into his ear. That was all he needed, he was pulling at his belt and lifting my dress before I could take my next breath. Sliding my panties to the side he pushes his thick hard member against my entrance. Damian plants soft bites along my jaw and neck forcing soft moans out of my mouth. Damian grips my my thighs, putting my back against the cold brick wall before pushing into me with one stroke. A yelp escapes me "Shhh mami don't get the fun cut short" He purrs into my neck

My legs tighten around his waist as I bite my bottom lip to keep another moan from escaping me. Over and over again he pushes his long thick length into me, massaging every inch of me. "I missed this, missed you" He purrs again "Nobody feels like you, mami" His accent sends my head spinning, his grip on my thighs tighten, fingers digging in so rough I'm sure it'll leave a mark. "Nobody fucks me like you" I whisper, the words seems to be ammunition for him because he pounds into me harder, faster, deeper. I squeal again "Mami tranquila, you'll ruin the fun" A devilish grin spreads across his stupid face.

He sucks on my neck, leaving red marks behind, is he trying to make his territory? Do I care? Does anyone else? My climax is imminent, but I don't want it to end. I rock my hips back and forth edging myself on, our hips colliding over and over again. A low grumble escapes him before he throws his head back. "Fuck" He groans low. Over and over I rock my hips into him, massaging my sensitive space. Warmth fills me before my body is in pure ecstasy. Light flashes and my vision blurs before he pushes into me deeply, growling like some sort of wild animal, releasing his load deeply into me. Quickly he puts my down and we fix ourselves still panting like wild animals. He looks at me, those once lust-filled eyes now coated with thick sorrow and longing. "I really am sorry" He says after a long pause. "I know" I say before walking away, leaving him in the alley alone. I don't belong to anyone not even Damian Priest... Luis... whatever the fuck he wants to be called. I fix my hair as I walk down the sidewalk, a smirk smeared across my face. Damn, that felt good.

[actuallysaiyan]

Don't Leave Me Now(All Smite/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: sadness, angst, cigarette smoking, violence, allusions to emotional abuse, toxic relationships, dark themes, no happy ending in sight, villain All Might, songfic(heavily based on the song Don't Leave Me Now by Pink Floyd), death, blood, maybe this needs a dead dove warning word count: 2k pairings: All Smite/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: he's trying to figure out how the hell he's going to make this up to you. the fear in your eyes should have told him everything, but now alone in the hotel room after you've left for the final time, he feels so small... a/n: NGL, this one kind of got away from me a bit and it got so fucking sad. If you aren't in a good headspace right now, maybe skip over this one. There are some easter eggs to Pink Floyd's The Wall in this fic as this was the movie/album that really inspired this fic. If you've seen the movie, imagine Smite in the place of Pink.

Ooh, babe

Don't leave me now

The hotel room was much too silent now. The only sound was his lighter flicking on to light up the cigarette. The one you’d usually gently chastise him for, begging him to quit. He only had one lung now, after all. He thinks on that for a moment, sucking in the nicotine like it’s the only thing that’s going to act as a soothing balm.

Then it hits him. He looks around the room.

Oh…

Oh.

The room is trashed. Another fit of rage on his part, but this one was the tipping point. The straw that broke the camel’s back. You are gone now. Not coming back. Never to return. Toshinori sniffles, rubbing his nose and taking another deep drag of the cigarette. It fills his lung, making him cough sharply. You’d have been there to rub his back and offer him a drink of cold water.

Don't say it's the end of the road

Remember the flowers I sent

It was much too late to go chasing after you. Much too late to call out your name. You had hate in your eyes when you left. It hurt him so badly, but instead of trying to reconcile, he lunged at you like an angry viper trying to protect its den. Fuck, he messed up big time. And he thinks back on all the times he’s tried to fix all his mistakes with you, but they were all so half-assed.

Lame flowers sent to you by phone. Phony cards written by someone else under the guise of his feelings for you. He’s just shit at showing you how much he cares, and now he’s feeling the intense feeling of truly having lost you. You’re not coming back this time. No matter how much he begs you to, you will not return. You won’t do this another time, that’s what you had said to him.

He knows he shouldn’t have pushed you too far. It’s just scary to be vulnerable with anyone. And the way you love him, makes him want to push you away completely. He doesn’t want you to stay if you’re not going to be happy with a villain like him, but goddammit! You were the only person who saw him for who he was. You were the one who fought to finally pull down that wall and with one stupid fight, Toshinori so easily rebuilt it around him.

I need you, babe

To put through the shredder in front of my friends

He sucks on the cigarette, letting the nicotine try to be the soothing balm that it’s failing to be. How many fucking times did he let you down? How many fucking times did he hurt you like this? You looked fucking terrified this time. Truly, he’s never seen the fear in your eyes like that before. You had been scared of him. You promised him so many times that you’d never be scared of him, but he pushed you too far.

Toshinori leans back against the chair. He’s trying not to cry. Why would he cry about this? You…you left! He didn’t leave! Goddammit, why did you have to leave? Why did you have to fucking leave him?

He was a bad partner. He knew this. The surroundings in the room are proof enough that he cannot control his temper. He’s bad at showing he cares. And oftentimes, he will actually belittle you if it means to show that he has no weaknesses to any of his peers. Deep down inside, he had wished he could just be tender with you. He wished he could have just been kinder and more patient. Show you the love and care you deserve. But…look at him now…

Look at this room. Not so fabulous anymore.

Oh, babe

Don't leave me now

He ashes out his cigarette and takes another look around the room. The furniture is strewn around. The bed is flipped over. The couch is tilted to one side. There’s broken glass from the bottle of wine he threw at the wall. He hopes none of them hurt you. He hopes he didn’t hurt you.

The look in your eyes as you cowered in the corner. The way you held your hands over your head when he began throwing things around. You were fucking scared. He made you scared. He hurt you. Even if it wasn’t physical, it was scarring. He had left you with scars that maybe you wouldn’t be able to heal.

How could you ever trust another person? How would you be able to trust anyone ever again? You’d never ever be able to love someone again. There was no way you’d be able to find it in your heart to actually fall in love again.

How could you go?

When you know how I need you

Smite needed you. Since day one, you were his rock. You were his saving grace. The one person in this fucking hell hole that actually understood him. You tried to pry him open, and goddammit, you got what you fucking asked for! You fucking asked for it and you got it! He couldn’t contain his rage.

The way you just picked and prodded at him, you undid all the progress on that damn wall that he’s been building around him since the start of his life. You wanted to dig deeper and find the soul of a man who’s a wounded dog. You wanted to find the answer to why he’s so hurt…but you would never find it.

You dug too fucking deep and you saw what was actually waiting there for you. There was the sad little boy crying out to be loved. The little boy who couldn’t understand why his parents were taken from him. The little boy who desperately couldn’t even wrap his head around why he lost Nana. The little boy who tried his best to be a hero, but the world failed him.

You failed him.

No.

No.

No.

He failed you.

(Need you, need you, need you, need you, need you, need you)

To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night

His fucking strength. His fucking rage. All of it was to blame. It was ridiculous just how bad things had gotten. He had wanted to cry and for you to hold him. Just hold him one more time, please. Just hold him and let him cry in your arms.

But you were gone. You had left without another word. The last words you said to him…

‘I’m worried about you, Toshinori.’

It had irked him. He doesn’t know why it pissed him off too much. It had really made him so angry. You were just a sensitive little mess of a thing. Just a crybaby…but he loved you. Oh damn, he loved you. He still loves you. He’s an idiot and now he cannot go running back to you.

The room is too quiet. It’s way too quiet. He tries the remote to turn on the TV(the only thing in the room now destroyed), and the sound fills the room. He doesn’t want to watch anything. He just wants something in the background to ease his frazzled nerves. Toshinori lights up another cigarette. 

Oh, babe

Don't leave me now

It was starting to all come crashing down. He was panicking now. You weren’t coming back. You left. You weren’t coming back. You left.

The words keep playing in his mind. His heart is racing so fast. You aren’t here to soothe back his hair and kiss him. Your hands aren’t on his body to make him remember to breathe easier. He’s panicking and you’re fucking gone. You’re just fucking gone.

His head falls into his hands and Toshinori begins to sob. He’s sobbing like a little baby, something he hasn’t done in so long. No, the last time he cried was when you were there with him. You held him so tightly, and just the mental image of that is making him sob even harder.

Why did you leave? Didn’t you know what kind of a monster he was and didn’t you still want to love him? Didn’t you understand that he’s broken and he needs you more than anyone or anything else? 

He’s struggling to get his breathing under control. The nicotine and tar stick to his lung like something foul and rotten. He can’t breathe, no not in this room. 

Struggling once more, he gets up off his chair and opens the window. But it’s shattered and broken. It wasn’t like he needed to open it either. He doesn’t even recall throwing anything at the window. Fuck, he messed up. He really messed up big time.

The window was broken. You were broken. He was broken.

Everything felt like this miserable metaphor and it was fucking crumbling him. A big man like him, crumbling.

And soon, the steam begins to rise in the room and he shrinks down to his smaller form. A fitting form for a tiny little man with no fucking balls. He sits back on the chair, holding himself in the fetal position.

How can you treat me this way?

Running away

You left out that door. He looks at the door, and he wonders if he should go chasing after you. Should he go find you? Maybe you’ll let him explain this time. Maybe you can find it in your big heart to forgive him. He’ll change for good. He truly will change this time.

But you ran away. Oh you ran away…

He gets up, shaking as he takes a few steps. The door is right there, mocking him, beckoning him. Maybe you’ll be in the hallway. Maybe you’ll be in the lobby. Maybe you’ll be waiting for him.

You’ll be worried, yes you will. You’ll want to make sure he’s okay. There was no way you would really leave him like this. No, no, no. You wouldn’t leave him like this. 

He sucks in some air, terrified of what’s going to come. His hand is shaking as he opens the door, the smell of cleaning chemicals strong in the air. Someone must have been cleaning while he was…

While he was having his fit.

While he was making you run away.

Ooh, babe

Why are ya running away?

He’s following your footsteps. He knows you’re closeby. You must be so near. He can’t wait to see you. He wants to kiss you. Toshinori Yagi wants to get on his knees and apologize to you. He wants to hold you so fucking close and tell you that he’s a fuck up, but if you can find it in that big heart of yours, maybe you can forgive him.

The night air is cool on his skin. He’s still panicking. There’s nothing and nobody but you that can help him with this sort of panic attack. You were the only one in the world who could calm the beast that’s inside of him. You were the only one who could break the bricks and reach inside to find him.

There’s far too many cars on the road right now. They are all bunched up and he finds it odd. Why are they all gathered in one spot? Something leads him towards the pile of cars.

When he spots the thing laying on the road, his blood runs cold. His heart stops. No, no, no.

No.

No.

No.

No.

How could you go like this? How could you leave him like this?

He screams loudly and runs towards your broken body. Everyone around tries to calm him, but they could never calm him. Never calm him the way you always could.

Blood spills on the ground as he picks up your almost lifeless body. You’re barely lucid. You cling to him, but there’s fear in your eyes when you realize who it is.

Ooh, babe

Ooh, babe

Ooh, babe

You cough up blood, moaning his name. He tries to hold you closer, but fuck you’re just…you’re fucking dying in his arms. Had he led you to this fate? Would this have just happened some other night? Tears stream down his cheeks as he tries to kiss you once more.

“Be…brave…”

Your words hit him in the heart. There’s a knife in his heart and he wishes it were real. He wishes he could just die with you right now. You cough up even more blood. Someone tells him that the ambulance is coming and that you will be saved, but he doesn’t believe it.

No, he cannot believe it. You were going to die. You were perishing right in front of his eyes.

Aah!

You choke out once more his name. It hurts him to see you suffer. Why can’t he just switch spots with you? You deserve to live, not him. You cling to him, smearing your blood all over his shirt. He leans in closer to listen to you.

“I’ve always loved you…will always…”

Your eyes look alight for a final moment. Then the light fades. 

There’s nothing anymore. 

Toshinori screams. 

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