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John Wick + âYeahâ.
John Wick (2014) John Wick Chapter 2 (2017) John Wick Chapter 3 Parabellum (2019) John Wick Chapter 4 (2023) - Final Trailer
#johnwickedit#john wick#john wick 2#john wick 3#john wick 4#keanu reeves#keanureevesedit#kreevesedit#filmedit#actionedit#i just heard him say it on speed too and it's just so god damn funny#i read today that keanu said 380 words in jw4#i swear the 'yeah's are half of it#moviegifs#tvandfilm#filmtv#tvfilmcentral#tvfilmdaily#lilysedits
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"helloooo lyla!! ive been reading your fics for a long time and I love them sooo much your such a great writer!
I was wondering if I could request jeonghan saying âmarry meâ in the middle of a rough sex?? ive been thinking about it for ages omgđđ (if your comfortable Iâm not forcing!! <3)â
jeonghan saying âmarry meâ in the middle of a rough sex
warnings: smut, penetrative sex, cockriding, crying, needy moans
it wasnât like you ever imagined that jeonghan, of all people, would let that slip. not when heâs got you riding him like youâre racing to some invisible finish line, his hands gripping your hips so tight itâs like heâs afraid youâll disappear. you barely register the words at first, too caught up in the rhythm, in the filthy sounds coming out of both of your mouths, but then it hits youâ
âmarry me,â he breathes out, like a fucking confession, strangled and wrecked.
you freeze, body tensing. âwait, what?â
the room goes dead silent. the only sound left is your labored breathing. and his. and the stupid creaking bed under you both. you choke on your own spit, damn near swallow your tongue trying to process it, and jeonghanâs eyes are wide now, just as shocked as you. his face is this violent shade of red, cheeks flaming, and you swear you can hear his brain short-circuiting.
âiââ he stammers, looking away like thatâll save him from the mess he just made. âshit. i umâfuck.â
your brainâs doing cartwheels trying to catch up, but it doesnât take long for the absurdity to hit you. you start laughing, like actual laughing, trying to hold it in but completely failing. you double over, one hand resting on his chest as he groans, embarrassment swallowing him whole.
âwhat the fuck did you just say?â you tease. âriding you so good you gotta wife me up, huh?â
âoh, shut up,â he groans, slapping your back in retaliation, though itâs more out of embarrassment than anything. his face is still red as hell, lips pressed together like heâs praying the earthâll open up and swallow him whole. but the way heâs looking at you... that little crack in his usual cocky, rough persona has your heart doing this weird, fluttery thing in your chest.
ânah, nah, hold on,â you mock, starting to move your hips again, slow and teasing, feeling the way he twitches underneath you. âyou really justâfuckâasked me to marry you?â
his hands snap back to your waist, that grip turning punishing. âi swear to god, donât start.â
âwhy not?â you grin, feeling bold. âyou mean it, hannie?â
âyou want me to stop?â he asks, threatening, but you can hear the edge of it, the desperation heâs not quite able to mask. his hips buck up into you, almost instinctively, and you moan, losing some of your playful edge as your body melts back into his rhythm.
you bite your lip, trying to hold back another laugh. âdidnât say that.â
âgood,â he hisses, grinding up into you harder, making sure you feel him. âthen donât fuckinâ tease me.â
but now, all you can think about is how real it feels, how intense his gaze is, and suddenly, his usual roughness feels... different. more desperate. heâs not just trying to make you moan, not just focused on his own pleasureâheâs unraveling, for you. âyou didnât answer me,â he mutters, words slurring together as you pick up speed again, each bounce making the bedframe shake. his hands are gripping your thighs now, pulling you down harder onto him, like heâs chasing something.
âhuh?â you barely manage, mind spinning, trying to focus on anything besides the overwhelming feeling of him deep inside you.
he bites his lip, eyes glued to where youâre connected, his voice dropping to a low, shaky whisper. âsay yes.â
you blink down at him, heart skipping a beat. heâs serious. fuck.
youâre not even thinking when you say it. âyes. i-i do.â
itâs like a switch flips. he lets out this soundâthis needy, broken moan, and fuck, youâve never heard him sound like that before. he sits up, practically yanking you down to meet his thrusts, arms wrapped tight around your waist, face buried in your neck. the pace is brutal, desperate, and youâre a mess of gasps and moans, every single one drawn out by the intensity of it all.
you donât realize heâs crying until you feel it, those warm tears soaking your skin as he buries his face deeper against your shoulder. heâs shaking, breath hitching, but he doesnât stop moving, doesnât stop giving it to you exactly how you need it.
âfuck, youâre mine,â he whispers, voice wrecked, wet, needy. âall mine.â
you can barely respond, every nerve in your body on fire, but you clutch him tighter, fingers digging into his back, matching his rhythm with everything youâve got. âyours,â you choke out, and thatâs all it takes for him to fall apart completely. heâs holding you so close itâs like heâs afraid youâll slip away, fucking you like heâs staking a claim, making sure you never forget this moment.
and then he cums, hard, dragging you over the edge with him, the two of you tangled in each other, breathless and whiny. jeonghan pulls back just enough to look at you, tears still clinging to his lashes, but heâs smiling nowâthe prettiest smile youâve ever seen.
âmarried to me, hm?â you tease heartily caressing his hair, panting, but your chest is warm, full.
âbaby.â he groans, face contorting ready to cry again, making you chuckle, he pouts, burying his face in your neck again.
but you donât miss the way his arms tighten around you. you donât miss the way he holds you like heâs never letting go.
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Real Dad! Leon Kennedy X F! Reader (smut)
A/N: part two for my last fic!! ermmmm once again ily if you know the title's reference :3 this is a short addition too but idk i don't think part one required a super long part two! please read the tags, leon is mean in this one :c
Part One: here
Tags: incest (daddy-daughter), age gap (21-50s), degradation, choking, hate-sex, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, non-con, striking/smacking of the face, alcohol mention
Wordcount: 1k
Leon had never driven this fast before. To hell with every red light in his way, he needed to get home. Foot sat firmly on the gas pedal, inching further and faster the more he thought about the series of events that led him here.Â
His daughter was an absolute slut. How many men had you 'entertained' like that before? How many filthy calls had you made to men who were possibly even older than himself? More than thatâ how had he fallen into your trap?Â
He made a silent promise to himself to put the bottle down, seeing as it left him in that situation. A promise that was an empty one, but it offered him solace in the moment as he pulled into his driveway.Â
Leon's feet struggled against the pavement. He was still unbearably drunk and dizzy, now with added anger and unfounded horniness. He felt gross, disgusted by the erection popping in his slacks, but he couldn't help it. He was fathering a damn siren, and god did you know what you were doing. Your sickening voice, overly sweet moans, and your slick and noisy cunt that cried for him over the phone. It was all too much.
"You fucking slut!"
Leon had never been a rough dad. He wasn't a yeller, not one for heavy discipline. After his unfortunate discovery about you, though? He was quick to slam the front door shut and run up the stairs, feet clashing against each step with a violent speed.Â
Whatever you had been watching on your television was quickly shut off when you heard his tone. You scampered under your blankets and feigned sleep. You had zero clue what he was on about, but you knew it would turn ugly just by the sheer anger in his voice. He couldn't yell at a sleeping beauty like you, could he?Â
Yes, obviously he could and would. Stubborn old man.
"I know you aren't asleep," Leon spat, ripping the covers off of you. You stayed still, breath pausing in your chest. "Don't act innocent, brat."
Fine, so there was no escaping this. Damn it, what was this all about?
You begrudgingly relented and opened your eyes. Arms crossed defensively over your chest, an equal mix of fear and discomfort on your face as you scanned over your dad.Â
You took in everything about him. His eyebrows were drawn together. His jaw was clenched tight enough that you thought it could pop at any minute. Fists balled up at his sides. Eyes dark. Dick hardâ oh. Oh?
"You wanna tell me what you were doing earlier? Any specific calls y'made?"Â
"Say it."
You had never heard your father speak so roughly, and anything close to the tone he used was never directed towards you. You were his sweet girl, daddy's baby forever. Now, though, each slam of his hips into yours made you feel like a cheap whore.Â
"It's not true," you said. "I'm not a slut! I'm not, I promise."
You felt his large hand's grip over your neck tighten. Tears were threatening to spill, to run down your red, stinging cheek where the mark of his hand was freshly placed. You held it in. Daddy told you not to cry, that you had no right to.Â
"Was just a mistake. I'm sorry!"
"Yeah, real convincing." Leon sneered down at you. It stung more than the unrelenting thrusts, more than the way his palm met your cheek. He never looked at you like that, like you were nothing. You wanted it to stop. "I didn't raise you to be a whore. You think you're fuckin' grown, huh? Showing off for whoever rings you up like some call-center bitch?"
You wanted to kick and cry, but the words stopped in your chest. Shameful wails sprouted from you. It was all true, every word he said.
"I just wanted attention," you were finally able to make out, despite the ever firmness of his hand around your throat. "I'm sorry, I'll never do it again. Promise."
Deep down, Leon felt awful for treating you like this. He tried to reason with himself. You needed to learn. How could you learn from a 'mistake,' as you called it, without a proper punishment? He was doing the right thing. He was sure of it. He couldn't have a whore-daughter, at least not such a shameless one.Â
"Yeah? How's it feel now? You're getting all the attention you want now. Not enough for you, greedy bitch?"
Thankfully for you, he released you from the chokehold he had you in. He internally winced at the already forming bruise he left. His hands found your lower stomach and he pushed down. Hard.Â
"There you go. Feel every bit of my cock."
God, he was so mean. His head knocked into your cervix roughly, no regard for your pleasure. It hurt, but the friction of his girthy cock dragging against your abused walls helped a little.Â
Small flutters of pleasure peaked through the rough treatment, making it semi-worth it. Maybe if you came, if you focused real hard on getting over the edge, then maybe you could forget his awful words.
He wasn't nearly that nice, though. He kept grumbling under his breath, spitting out vile insults about you. Even as his voice cracked, he couldn't help but let his hips stutter forwards into you, whispering the harshest things.Â
With a final, especially rough thrust, he came. He didn't bother to pull out, he didn't even try. Rather, he burrowed further into your sore walls and marked you with his seed, claiming you like the territory you were.Â
As you tried to pull away, feeling utterly used and unsatisfied, you felt his strong arms yank you back.Â
"Where do you think you're going?"Â
His face softened a little. Good, at least he wasn't scowling at you any more.Â
"We aren't done...?"
"Not even close." He pushed your legs back, resting them over his shoulders. "Whores don't get breaks. We aren't done until I'm good and fucking satisfied."
He leaned down, dipping his head so he could spit. He watched the dribble of saliva coat your hole.Â
"If you aren't gonna be my good girl anymore, the least you could do is put out."
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Happy Halloween! Would love more of F is for Frankenstein! đ§ââď¸
a continuation of 1
Twelve hours later JARVIS has brought him up to speed on what was clearly the weirdest week of his life, the fabrication units are working on a better container for his corpse than the damn suit, and theyâve identified nearly a hundred ways that this plan isnât going to work.
JARVIS isnât deterred.
One of the advantages of being a synthetic person is that he canât feel exhaustion physically, although this whole experience has confirmed that he can feel it mentally. The downside to this is that he doesnât have any sort of natural que to alert him to the passage of time.
Which means he doesnât have any idea how long itâs been until it occurs him to check and he frowns. Thereâs something not quite right, besides the obvious. âDid you â shouldnât I have gotten some calls or something by now? What did you tell them?â
Itâs been almost twenty four hours since he died. Even with the clean up from a massive alien invasion to see too, heâs sort of expected someone to reach out to him. Agent Coulson is such a stickler for timely debriefs â
Ah. He was such a stickler for timely debriefs. Tony isnât the only one that hadnât gotten out of this mess alive.
âSir has received eighty nine assorted calls and texts from Miss Potts, fifty three from Colonel Rhodes, one hundred and twelve from Mr. Hogan, and seventeen from various SHIELD personnel. Two of those are from Director Fury personally. There have been close to a thousand from various news and media companies, but those have been ignored and deleted per Sirâs standing orders.â
Itâs amazing how well heâs able to synthesize and interpret emotion. Heâd installed a rudimentary AI into â well, himself, he guesses, and that combined with the memory dump is really exceeding all of his expectations. He knows this because heâs appalled. âJARVIS! What the hell? If weâre going to convince the world Iâm not dead, we have to talk to people!â
âIs that what weâre going to do?â JARVIS asks.
Thereâs steel in his voice, a warning buried in there. TONYâs heard that tone before but never, ever directed at him.
Except itâs not. Jarvis would never talk to Tony Stark like that, but heâs not Tony Stark. Heâs just one more robot and AI for Jarvis to corral, although sophistication wise heâs several steps ahead of his helper bots. Except he might not be, because not even Butterfingers would be dumb enough to agree to something like this.
âItâs not going to work,â he says harshly, because it isnât. âBut yeah, I guess thatâs what weâre going to do.â
âCalling Miss Potts,â JARVIS says promptly, and Jesus, thatâs not what he meant at all.
âDonât,â he hisses, but of course itâs too late and Pepper picks up immediately.
âTony?â she asks, voice shaky and hoarse and faint. Sheâs been crying. Sheâs been crying hard enough that itâs stolen her voice and he knows Jarvis was focused on other things, but he could have at least sent her a text. âAre you okay? Where are you?â
He breathes and then leans over, elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He doesnât even have an omelette to hide behind this time. He knows heâs dead and heâs seriously considering the idea that this is hell.
âTony?â she repeats, voice going up several notches in the way he hates. Sheâs afraid. He hates when sheâs afraid.
He forces him mouth to move, forces words pass his lips. âHey, Pep.â
âOh god, Tony,â she says and then there are tears again. He wishes he could hold her, could kiss her tears away and could fold his arms around her delicate shoulder and tuck her beneath his chin, keeping her safe and keeping her close. Except he canât do any of that, because heâs not Tony Stark. âTony, Tony â you left so quickly and we couldnât find you and no oneâs been able to get in contact with you and JARVIS is offline in the tower and â where are you? Are you okay? I watched you fly that bomb into the portal, and,â she has to cut herself off to try and keep from crying again. Â
You watched me die, he thinks, although he obviously doesnât say it. âHey, breathe for me, okay? Deep calming breaths, I know you have a lot experience with those around me-â
âDonât tell me to breathe!â she snaps. âWhere are you, Tony? Whatâs going on?â
He hesitates. They havenât discussed this, and they really should have before JARVIS put that call through. Unless this is a test, and wow, his AI are such assholes. That old curse about having kids that are just like you is making more sense by the second.
âSomething happened to my memory,â he says, which is probably the only true thing heâll be able to tell her and will hopefully cover the gaps of things that JARVIS couldnât tell him. âI got here and passed out and I just woke up and I panicked and I donât â I saw space, and the â the aliens, which is so weird to say Pepper, I need you to fully appreciate how weird that is, but my head is killing me and nothing makes sense. The last memory I have on Earth is us running final checks on the clean energy prototype.â
He's a terrible person. Or, well, a terrible android. Whatever.
âWhere is here?â she presses, her voice softening and strengthening both. Itâs always so much easier for her get her bearings when sheâs the one taking care of him, which is probably why sheâs always so steady. Sheâs always taking care of him. âWhere are you, Tony?â
Thereâs no getting around this one. Jarvis probably wonât be happy about it, but TONY isnât really happy with him right now either. âMalibu. Iâm at the Malibu house. Sorry, I donât know why I came here â I mean, I really donât, I was blacked out for most of it. Give me a couple hours for everything to stop spinning and Iâll head back to New York. Wait, are you still in New York? You were going have to leave early for that thing after we tested the prototype-â
âI am in New York now,â she says, almost sounding calm. âDo not fly the suit if things are spinning Tony, I swear to god.â
âItâs fine, itâs fine, just a little spinning, youâre so dramatic-â
âTony!â she interrupts, but the hitch in her voice is laughter instead of tears. âGod, Tony. Iâm so glad youâre okay. I love you, so, so much.â
If there is a hell for androids, thatâs where heâs going.
âYeah,â he says, âIâm glad youâre okay too, Pep.â He canât say it but he has to say it because Tony would say it, because Tony loves saying it, because he loves her so much that it sits heavier on his chest than the arc reactor ever could. âI love you too.â
He stares at his hands for a long time after the call ends. His fingerprints are Tonyâs, of course, and his hair is Tonyâs and his memories are Tonyâs and this feeling that he wants to call love belongs to Tony too. None of it is his.
Well, except the guilt. Thatâs definitely his.
âIncoming call from Colonel Rhodes,â JARVIS announces.
âAnswer it,â he says. Why is he so damn tired? Heâll have to run a diagnostic on his processors later.
Thereâs nothing but harsh breathing down the line, filling every corner of the workshop. TONY thinks, maybe a little hysterically, that itâs the only breathing happening here. Heâs designed to mimic it, but itâs nothing besides that, mimicry. âHi Papa Bear, how are things?â
The heavy breathing stops, for so long that TONY wonders if they got disconnected, then Rhodey bites out, âIâm going to kill you, Tony! Iâm too damn old for this, you canât keep giving me heart attacks every time I take my eyes off you!â
Too late. Tonyâs already dead.
âYouâre only two years older than me,â he says. âIf it werenât for me, you would have been the youngest freshman at MIT. Besides, a heart attack or two is character building, Iâve had like. Seven. Ish.â
âReminding me how many times youâve almost died is not your smartest move right now,â Rhodey says. âTell me youâre okay.â
Itâs a demand, an order, firm and unyielding like heâs one of Rhodeyâs underlings. Except that Tony was giving orders way before Rhodey was, with the whole running his own multi-billion dollar business thing, and that tone of voice has never worked on him. Still, he says, âIâm okay.â
âTony,â he says warningly, clearly not believing him, which is fair enough. He is lying.
TONY sighs, hanging his head like he can stretch the tension out of him, but thatâs not how things work anymore. Heâs vibranium and silicone and some other interesting materials and all his tension is mental. âSour patch, Iâm fine. Okay? Confused as all hell, but Iâm okay. Iâm sorry I worried you. I really didnât mean to.â
âYou never mean to,â Rhodey says, but his voice has softened and lowered. It sounds like heâs holding the phone even closer. âYou almost never mean to.â
âItâs just difficult, is the thing, because youâre a little prone to worrying, a worrywart, as your mother might say-â
âMy mother worries more about you than me and always has even though I used to be only one us getting blown up,â he says.
TONY pauses, considering. âWell, she is a smart lady.â
âDamn straight,â he agrees. âPepper says youâre in Malibu. I can be there in two hours.â
âNo!â he shouts, then winces. His eyes skitter over to the suit holding Tonyâs body. They need a plan and that plan canât involve Rhodey being here in two hours. âDonât. Stay with Pepper. Please.â
âSheâs fine,â Rhodey retorts. âYou-â
âIâm fine,â he interrupts. âIâm fine, sheâs fine, weâre both fine, except sheâs in the city that was recently invaded by murderous aliens and Iâm not and I have a suit of armor with repulsor technology and she doesnât, so. Stay with her. Please.â
The silence drags on then Rhodey lets out an aggravated sigh. âFine. But get your ass over here and if you miss another call from either of us Iâm heading over, no matter what you say.â
âSir yes sir,â he says.
He expects Rhodey to hang up on him then, but he lingers, nothing but his real, non synthetic breathing on the other end. âYou really scared me this time. I saw the news reports and then we couldnât find you-â
âHey,â he says softly. A bomb and Tony disappearing and Rhodey unable to anything about it. Tony wasnât the only one of them that had nightmares after Afghanistan. Neither of them had ever been particularly good at sleeping, but it was nearly impossible those months after, when he and Rhodey were fighting and Tony was hiding Iron Man and they still crawled into the same bed because Rhodey got frantic if he reached out in the middle of the night and found the bed empty. Which he often would, considering how much time Tony was spending in his workshop.
They shared a bed more after Afghanistan than before it. Rhodey had been willing to risk the paparazzi and exposure if his other option was staring up at his ceiling and having a panic attack about Tony being gone. Tony had been bitter about that, which certainly hadnât helped their fight about weapons manufacturing any.
Pepperâs nightmares had been easier. Sheâd only been his assistant and friend at the time, after all. She would call him at two or three or four in the morning â or all three â and have some sort of urgent question or something for him to sign and he just went along with it because she just needed to hear his voice to fall back asleep and heâd learned after the first teary voicemail and alert from JARVIS that when he didnât pick up, her vitals were out of acceptable range, per the prototype StarkWatch on her wrist.
It wasnât until after they got together that she told him she actually drove to his house most nights and called him from her car rather than her bed. Just in case he didnât answer, which wasnât logical and didnât make any sense at all but Pepper hadnât pretended it had.
Theyâd all gone a little crazy, after Gulmira, but theyâd settled.
But this is going to bring it all bubbling up and if TONY doesnât figure out a way to reassure them then theyâre going to want to stick close to him like they had before and he canât let them do that. He canât keep up pretending to be Tony forever and itâs going to be either Pepper or Rhodey who figures it out. He doesnât need to help that process along at all.
Except that since they watched Tony fly a nuke into space and then hadnât heard from him in two days, thatâs basically impossible. The fact that it wasnât three months and from their perspective heâs actually fine is going to help, but the level of damage control heâs capable of here is fairly minimal.
Still, he has to try.
âHoney,â he says, making his voice soft and warm like Tony only does when theyâre alone. He doesnât know where Rhodey is now, if heâs somewhere private, but he doesnât hang up or stop him. All the stupid nicknames were fun and genuinely affectionate but they were also cover for the times that Tony slipped and called him something he shouldnât, a little too genuine and not quite kitsch enough to pass muster. âLove, itâs okay. I got my head knocked around some, thatâs all. And because I freaked out and ended up on the wrong side of the country, I need you in New York, doing what I canât. Thatâs all. Iâll be there soon.â
If thereâs a hell for androids, TONY is going there and the hellfire will be hot enough to melt his vibranium core, which, you know, is going to the be least of what he deserves.
âI love you,â Rhodey says. TONY closes his eyes. âYou know that, right, baby? I do.â
Itâs a bad, bad sign that Rhodey is the one using pet names, especially over the phone. âI know. Of course I know. Iâve always known.â
Over two decades of secrets and hiding and fooling around with women he didnât give a shit about, before Pepper, and through every lonely, angry, desperately sad moment of it, Tony had known that Rhodey loved him. He wouldnât have put up with that shit for anything less.
Tony died knowing that Rhodey loved him. TONY is sure of it. Itâs the worst sort of cold comfort and heâs glad that he canât offer it.
âI love you,â TONY echoes, because Tonyâs been saying it for twenty six years and thereâs no good reason for him to stop now.
Except that Tony is dead. Heâll never tell Rhodey that he loves him again.
One day Rhodey and Pepper will find out that the truth and know that while they heard Tonyâs voice telling them what they needed to hear, while they let relief nudge out the fear, Tony was dead and cold and gone.
He hates this. This wasnât what he was programmed for.
This isnât what Tony would have wanted. But until he can convince JARVIS of that, theyâre all stuck in this hell of the AIâs making.
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Jack off [tate langdon] P.2
Summery: whilst trying to get off for the umpteenth time that day, Y/N walks in and catches him
A/N: thanks for all the support on part 1, somebody suggested a part two but i cant remember who it is. but whoever it was, here you go :)
content warnings: use of panties to get off, repeated use of Y/N, m!masturbation, guilt tripping, Dub-con, unprotected p in v, choking, cumming over tits, gentle aftercare
MDNI. SMUT BELOW THE CUT. CONSUMPTION IS YOUR CHOICE
âshitâ tate groans as he rubs your panties against his cock, the lacy material sliding up and down his shaft at lightning speed. he bucked into his hand as he sped up, his eyes fluttering shut when that familiar feeling of euphoria began to course through his veins. he was close.
âY/N⌠oh fuck Y/Nâ he whimpered, speeding up his pace yet again. his breathing was laboured, coming out in shaky and ragged breaths in between the whines of pleasure that escaped from between his parted lips. he was so close, fucking your panties like there was no tomorrow, when he was interrupted.
âtate?â you say with confusion, seeing your ghostly companion sprawled onto your bed and fucking your panties like a god damn perv. your eyebrows knitted in confusion as you look over at him from the doorway,
he stayed silent when he saw you, the panties still wrapped around his cock but now not moving at all. he was just caught like a deer in headlights, staring at you with wide eyes as if he expected you to reprimand him.
âi-iâm sorryâ he stammered hurriedly whilst trying to control his breathing. he quickly tucked himself away back into his jeans out of embarrassment, the last thing he wanted was for you to hate him. âdo you hate me? are you mad? iâll go if you want me too, iâll never bother you again if thatâs what you wantâ
you stare back at him, not knowing what to say. there was billions of words you could say yet none of them would come to mind. you felt guilty for walking in on him and making him feel like you hated him, you didnât want him to think that you hated him because it was far from it. the guilt was sickening and only one thing came to mind. so with a gentle tone you uttered only 2 words that seemed right: âdonât goâ
he looked up at you from the bed when he heard that, the tiniest glimmer of hope in his eyes. it was the hope that you didnât hate him, the hope that maybe he gets to fuck you, the tiniest slither of hope for anything out of you.
âdo you⌠wanna help me out?â he asked with hesitance, trying to mask his happiness over the fact that you was in no position to refuse. surely the guilt would make you accept, right?
âyou wonât need to do much, im close already. just this quick one, please?â he begs, looking up at you through his lashes with a look of desperation written over his face. âit doesnât matter that iâm a ghost, we can still fuckâ he adds on the end
with a gentle nod of your head you gave him the sign he was looking for, and he wasted no time whatsoever. within seconds he was sliding his pants and boxers down to his ankles and standing at the foot of the bed. you took that as your cue to lay back so once you had stripped down to absolutely nothing, you lay down and looked up at tate for what heâs planning on doing next
he pumped into his hand a few times, working a bead of precum over his shaft as a small bit of lubricant. he did that before dragging his tip along your already soaked slit, teasing you a little before he did anything. it didnât take long for him to push into your waiting hole, slowly sliding his length into you
âso much better than i thoughtâ he murmurs with a satisfied groan, already getting pussy drunk before he had even began. he gave you few moments to adjust before he pushed you into a mating press and began to thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your own skin with every deep thrust tate made.
he used one hand to choke you whilst he thrusted, the lack of oxygen made you feel dizzy but also made it pleasurable, your head spinning whilst the only noises you could make were whines and moans of sheer pleasure. each thrust hit your g-spot, causing you to choke a little on the loud moan that attempted to escape your throat. his thrusts were lazy but deep and rough at the same time, each thrust bringing you more pleasure than you had ever felt.
the repeated hits of your g-spot made you begin to feel that knot in your stomach, that familiar feeling akin to a volcanic eruption in the sense that you too was going to burst at any given second. through the garbled moans, you managed to stammer out that you was close to cumming, looking up at tate with pleading doe eyes.
âcum fâ meâ he moans out as he pumped faster into you, bringing himself closer and closer as he pounded into you. the entire bed was rocking and shaking but it didnât deter him from the act, not in the slightest. when on the brink of orgasm, he pulled out and sprayed his load all over your perky breasts and hardened nipples. the sight of you covered in his seed caused him to smirk in between groans of pleasure. after so long yearning for you, he finally got you.
you too also came. your cunt clenched around nothing whilst your back arched and you saw stars. the knot in your stomach coming undone in one big messy orgasm. it left you shaking, breathless, and coated in tateâs cum.
Once the pair of you came down from your joint orgasms, he grabbed a warm towel and wiped you clean, an almost caring look in his eyes. when he finished that, he lay beside you and cuddled into your warm body; a stark contrast to his ghostly cold one.
âyou was great, you did great. maybe later we can go do something else? once weâve had time to relax of courseâ he mumbled against your neck, a gentle reassurance that he didnât want you just for sex, he genuinely likes you.
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THANK U. gush i absolutely will! and ill probably have to rewatch it now. but oh my god. the way eric would probably not want to have sex for the longest time even after u eventually get together (which would take a LONG TIME TOO!) patience is fr key. like probably out of guilt and SHAME but also cause heâs a gentleman. blushes cutelyâŚâŚ. like i hadnât even thought about that because hes an actual Good person who knows that love/relationships is about more than fucking butâŚ.. đŤŁđŤŁ damn. need him fr
oh he'd be SO conflicted about it mrrrrrrghhh!!!! im going OFF-
love the thought of it eating him up inside. it takes so long for him to even speak to you, longer to get to know you, and when you fall for him like he has for you it suddenly feels like he's getting in too deep. it's not that he realized he doesn't love you because he does, he's got it bad for you, but he feels so guilty about even thinking of you in that light. you have an innocence about you that he's long lost and to imagine ripping that away from you, regardless of whether you're virginal or not, just makes him sick to his stomach. and he doesn't want to push you. god, that's the last thing he would ever want to do.
truthfully, he figured that since his body is immortal now, he wouldn't get those urges that he'd get as a mortal. he doesn't need to eat, or drink, or sleep, so it stands to reason that he wouldn't feel the need for sex either. it almost guts him when he realizes he does. when you brush against him or purse your lips or just say something a little off-colour, and he feels a tightening in his groin and a flush up his neck. he practically speeds out of your house in a panic the first time he feels it because he doesn't know what to do about it--how he's supposed to act around you when you don't have that kind of relationship yet. acknowledge it, ignore it, repress it, there's plenty of options but no real solutions.
what if he hurts you? what if you feel guilted into doing things with him, just because of his circumstances? just because you care for him so much? or what if he hurts you physically, because he still doesn't have the perfect grasp on his own, inhuman strength?
but then, when the time comes where you bring it up, Eric sinks down to his knees to look up at you. those brown eyes just radiate warmth, love, and he gently ghosts his palms over your hips with the most adoring "I love you" you've ever heard off his lips. if you want it, he wants you to direct it--you don't have to take control, but you get to decide each and every movement he makes. when he touches you, even for a fleeting moment, you have all the power.
Eric starts off slow. baby steps. first it's a few touches to your neck, kisses that feel hungry as he mouths at the delicate skin, but only faintly graze his teeth over a thin barrier. he squeezes your thigh one day as you're driving and retracts his hand almost instantly, he thinks he grabbed too hard--but you slowly pull his fingers back to rest there and his worries are soothed at once, though his heart jumps up into his throat. although progress is steady he still has flashbacks and night terrors sometimes, and they're almost always so vivid he wakes up in a cold sweat or has to stop in his tracks and just breathe. the people who hurt Shelly are dead. he's here to protect you now. you're safe. nothing bad is going to happen to you. he has to repeat that mantra to himself to calm himself down, and sometimes you have to come and remind him as you hold his hand and hug his head to your chest.
it isn't until one night, when you've been nosing his cheek and kissing him more than usual, that Eric starts touching you back. normally he would lay back and enjoy your attention because it's a sort of ritual for you before bed, but this time he just feels it. it's time. he can do it. as he climbs over you you reassure him that if anything happens--if you change your mind, or if he realizes he's not actually ready--you can stop, no questions asked, and just cuddle. but he can sense in the tightness of his body that it really is time, and he really is ready for this. he's neglected you for too long but he's recovering from the guilt of that, now it's just the thrum of excitement humming through his body as he strips yours down for the first time.
as strange as it is, he's happy that he doesn't see Shelly when he looks at you anymore. he used to see her face in flashes when he was close to you, and the shame had burned him alive for so long. she was his love and his everything, his bride that never was, and despite his growing feelings for you he'd struggled not to see her in everything you did. it wasn't fair to you and it was part of the reason he stayed in the shadows for so long, keeping an eye on you but not getting close. it's why he planned to never speak to you in person and simply watch over you like a shadow, from the shadows, where he belonged. it was only once he'd seen your personality shine through over the months that his view of you started to separate, and now after long conversations and your endless patience he can fully put his heart into you without constantly thinking of Shelly in the back of his mind. he recalls when you brought him to her grave with flowers, your smile so wide and sweet when you asked him questions about her, wanting to keep her memory alive for him--and it drives him down between your legs, those pent-up feelings lashing out with his tongue as he finally brings himself to indulge.
you're just so beautiful, so good to him, so....alive. your kindness may be a weakness but it fills him with strength, it makes him crave you in a way that has your hips rising off the bed and your thighs squeezing his ears, muffling out all sound except your moans and the wet shlick of his tongue inside you. your fingers threading through his hair drives him wild. if his mouth wasn't full he'd plead with you to pull it. but you don't have to have everything lined up right now, it's just about exploring--although he'll have a lot more of your body mapped out than you will of his, because he can't help it, you just taste so good. he may not need to be satiated in body anymore, but something in your arousal feeds him as if it's the fount of his power itself. like he was drinking from the fountain of youth, hidden all this time between your angelic legs.
he won't even get into penetration tonight; you'll be too exhausted once he's finished the banquet between your hips, and he'll barely know his own name aside from you screaming it. neither of you are really concerned with it though, because this is your love, and nobody else's. he's almost too sensitive to touch when he crawls up beside you and you reach down, fingertips lightly grazing his stomach until you brush against him and he hisses through his teeth. his instinct is to draw your hand away but he hides his face in your neck when you grip him, clutching on to you for dear life to keep from squirming away from the attention. he wants it. he just can't look you in the eyes while he takes it, because he knows it's been so long and you smell so good that he'll bust before he even knows it's happening.
but it's easy to tell where he's at by the twitches in your palm, the little jets of clear liquid that startle you as they splash on your hand. he seems to breathe with every pulse of his cock as it spasms for dear life, aching for your fingers that stroke him with such effortless adoration. his hold on you grows harder and firmer the more you give him that attention, and with an especially slick twist he's buckling, humping your grip with soft gasps, mumbling nonsense into your neck until he finally hits his stride and shoots his load all over your pretty belly.
it takes him awhile--a long, great while--to eventually work up the strength to lift his head and look. his work is messy and unprofessional, emblematic of a man barely held together by threads, and yet you look back at him with such sweetness he can't help feeling more fragile in your arms.
"I love you." you whisper into his ear, brushing a strand of hair from his sweaty forehead and tucking it behind. and for the first time, the first time in a very, very long time, Eric finally believes it.
#im actually kinda proud of this ngl....go me! <3#eric draven#eric draven x reader#spicy writing#the crow#the crow (1994)#ellie writes#anons
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Johnny getting home finally after being away from you for months and feeling feral after all the teasing photos you had sent of new lingerie which then was followed up with a damn video of you grinding on HIS pillow moaning his name. Giggling at the end when you showed him the wet spot, âWish it was your face love.â Turning the camera up to you, you smiled sweetly, âCome home safe so you can cum in me.â Video ended to soon in his opinion, which he intends to teach you as soon as he has you in the bed, face in the pillow your sweet cunt was grinding on a fortnight ago.
âNext time ye send a sexy little video like that ye better get all of yeâs angles Bonnie.â Johnny moved your phone closer as he thrust his cock deeper you moan ripping through your throat whimpering as you gripped the pillow. âCome now Bonnie, show the camera a little love.â
Johnny moved the camera forward and had it leaning against the headboard your face main view and your ass just above your head, bouncing as Johnny continued to jackhammer into you gummy spasming walls. You cried out as you came for the 3rd time around his cock, âJohnny please cum please! I need it, oh god, there!â
Johnny groaned as he ground his hips into you, squeezing your ass cheeks before patting your hip lightly. You reached out with a shaky hand grabbing your phone stopping the video, for the 3rd time that night you were sending the video to Johnny as he had made you do to the first two videos. Due to your watery eyes and shaky hands you might have accidentally hit the group chat your boyfriend made up of you and his team for game nights and pub nights. As soon as you hit send and Johnnyâs phone dinged he turned you over smiling, âReady for round 4 Bonnie.â As Johnny started kissing a trail to you breasts his phone dinged a few more times making him freeze and look up at you noticing that your phone was recording again and propped up on your pillow aimed at your face, cock drunk and teary.
Pushing pack up he snatched his phone from the bed side table and his eyes damn near burst out his sockets, âJesus Bonnie you sent the video to the lads.â
âHuh?â
You were so out of it that you werenât registering his words at all, instead you wrapped your legs around his waist and whimpered.
Gaz đâ ď¸: Well ello to you too gorgeous, is this your guys way of an invite?
If so Iâll be there in 15
GhostđđĽ¸: You were moaning the wrong name Love, Iâll be there in 10 to teach you how to say Simon.
Gazđâ ď¸: 10?! Wtf you know Iâm already breaking speed limits to just get there in 15 not fair!đ¤Ź
Captainđťđ°: Darling, is he not enough? Tell the boy to move aside Iâll be there soon.
Johnny couldnât remember if he had locked the front door when he had thrown you over his shoulder abruptly before rushing up the stairs to your shared room. That didnât matter too much considering he heard the front door hit the wall when it was opened feet marching up the stairs.âDamnit Bonnie.â
When the bedroom door shoved open is when you finally got your mind clear of the fogginess and shrinked into Johnny a blush covering your cheeks. âOopsâ
Part 2
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streets [c.san]
âË.ŕź || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || âË.ŕź
âË.ŕź We real life made for each other And it's hard to keep my cool âË.ŕź
"it's getting late, do you have someone to pick you up?" your head turn towards san, still in his uniform. his face mask were pulled down just below his bottom lip, emphasizing his cheeks; it made you want to squish his cheeks from being so innocent.
san was one of your fellow nurses. The crisp navy-blue scrubs fit him perfectly, the name tag reading "San Choi, RN" gleaming under the fluorescent lights. you cleared your throat; your heart was beating too loud for you that it hurts to taint this uncorrupted soul. you have hint after hint of crush on this man, this huge ass man that his face does not match his enormous body that you totally found yourself completely hidden.
proved when you stood behind him once and when you say, disappeared.
abracadabra, bitch not even a strand of hair can be seen.
"ah well i actually have somewhere to be ... what about you?" san looks at his watch, sighing, brushing his hair off his eyes, "my friend said he'll pick me up but he had an emergency call from his dad's company so now I have to wait for a bus..."
you frown looking at your watch too, its 10pm. Usually buses don't take this route anymore, "buses aren't available in this hour, san."
his heart fell on his stomach, double checking his watch, "damn it!" your eyes widen at his sudden burst of profanity. his eyes widen too and apologizing to you, "i'm sorry didn't mean to."
your lips curled up in a teasing smile, "your patient would not like it if she heard that one." San shakes his head laughing lightly. the small silence engulfs you both before you had an idea which will be a torture for you.
probably a torture for him too.
San was already an intern at a prestigious hospital near his family's home; owned by his grandfather though he is expecting him that he will continue his service even after his internship.
but when San came by a hospital that one of his friends were admitted after being confined. He found himself stuck on the reception area as his eyes were glued to your figure, up on hospital trolley, shouting dose of pharmaceutical. Your determine look and perseverance on your career what intrigued him to know you more.
so he left his family hospital.
San is pediatrician and so do you, the amount of love he gives on these children what also intrigued you in getting to know the man that suddenly left the hospital that you were trying to apply.
"hey i can give you a ride?" you mention, his ear perk up and reddens. his heart thumps inside his chest all of a sudden, "i-i .."
upon realizing what you said, your eyes once again widen and stutter out excuses, "oh my gosh! i - this is embarrassing, God take me!" you groan, covering your face.
for a while San chuckles at your reaction, composing himself, "I know you don't mean any harm but if you're going to drop me off then i hope i'm not delaying any of your plans."
When San agrees about you giving him a ride, he meant to be able to relax on the passenger seat.
He stares at the glaring matte black with gold flames on the Kawasaki Ninja 400R. That is one of the motorbikes he wishes to own and drive but because of his independence, San is still saving up.
"Holy .." You look at San as you place the glove tightly on your hand, "hmm?" Clueless on his reaction, you swing your leg over the bike, reviving the engine on and tune in the smoky sound of the engine of your bike.
San stares in awe as you hand him (set of embarrassment hue on your cheeks) a customized helmet. It has kitty ear with soft peach color as parallel of the inside of the ear.
"this is so cute." when he puts in the helmet, it dawned on him. You, arch back, hunch forward and him behind you, holding on tightly. His ears were once again red, frozen in place; his mind racing the same speed as your bike with filthy thoughts.
Like how could he not? Your ass is probably close to his (now) stiffening cock in his scrubs when he jumps in. the way it would keep brushing on his cock would probably have him cumming there.
"San? you okay?" You haven't feel the pressure or the weight on your back, so you turn your attention on San; standing with an incredible thickening boner in his scrubs, if it weren't for the eye shield of your helmet, he would seen you checking him out.
Or worse, staring at his firm boner.
San snap out of his thoughts and hurriedly swing his legs over the other side of the bike, after settling down on the leather seat. "You okay? Do you need-"
"Let's just go." San spoke clearing his throat and immediatly feels bad for brushing your concerns off, you understood why.
Without speaking much, you note that San would not hold on to you because of his hard situation so you did the initiative to grab his hands, in which he was taken back, and wrap them around your waist; patting his hand, "Mind you that it's night and I'll be taking advantage of the road."
You look over at San, "don't worry, I'll slow down if its too much." So without delaying much of your guys time, you kick off the stand and off both of you on the streets. San calling whatever can answer them make this ride, a comfortable one.
to say the least, no one grant his calls.
"u-Ugh f-ufuck chakaman!" San gasp, holding on to the mop of hair on the level of his hips while gripping his scrub up on his chest in his other handâexposing his toned stomach, his scrub pants pooled on the floor. Your tousled hair, lips wrapped around his aching cock left him gripping the leather seat of your motorbike as you continued swirling your tongue on his red tip. San cried, bucking his hips when you took all of him; fitting him in your mouth up tilâ his tip hitting the back of your throat.
 You hum to accumulate more of his climax, which in your satisfaction made San whimper thrusting his hips in your mouth, âf-fuck âŚâ Shamelessly, he started fucking your throat as his climax were nearing and sooner, his cum spurted on your tongue and down your throat. You pull away from him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to let him see that you have collected some of his cum before swallowing them.
  You gave him a smile before licking your salty lips, standing up proceeding to remove your leather pants; letting them rest on your knees along with your undies. You turn your head over to look at him with a smirk on your lips, bending moderately for him to see your puckered glistening hole with a small help of one of your hands to spread your cheek.
 âI know you want to get your dick wet, come on baby.â Sanâs eye twitch the moment you provoke him and have to look around the cleared parking spot you parked on and had him spitting his fingers and run them up and down your puffy cunt before grabbing his semi-hard dick and tap his tip on your hole; wiggling your asscheeks for him to provoke him more which he took the cue and slam his hips on yours.
You were quite taken back, his hips pace was something you were wondering if he has his dick wet a few times or he has this speed that you were looking for; nevertheless it had you moaning his name as his tip kept nudging. You rolled your hips each time he pulls away, leaving the tip then slamming back inside, âFu-fuck Sannieâ thatâs so good! Right there!â
Sanâs hand crept down towards your clit, circling them rapidly and increasing the pleasure and the coil on your stomach, âYou like that? You dirty dirty girl.â San stops circling his fingers around your clit and let you bend over your motorcycle as his hips snaps swiftly, placing the hem of his scrubs between his teeth as his hands knead the flesh of your hips then to your plump ass, spreading them as he watch his dick disappear inside your hole; a ring of your slick making him moan in his scrubs.
âShit shit!â You cursed, lewd noises echoing the silent parking lot increase the arousal on your stomach, the fire of desire as San rapidly ram himself until you feel your thighs shake, âIâm g-gonna cum!â San drops the cloth and bent over to your ear, âThen make yourself a mess on my dick baby.âÂ
That it all took before you had a long string of âfuckâ leaving your lips as your orgasm washed over you, eyes fluterring close hips moving to chase your high. You felt Sanâs hand clasp around your hips and his broken moans reach your ears, âI donât care if youâre on the pill or not but me? Get you knocked up? Itâs been a fantasy of mine.â
His seeds spurted your walls, bucking a deeper part of your pussy. His hips halted as he let every drop of his cum stay inside you before pulling out, a whine left your lips but soon replaced by a yelp as San smacked your ass in his palm before placing your panties and your pants back on, âItâs cold and besides âŚâ You turn around, he brushes hair away from your sweaty face, âI donât want you wasting what we work hard on.â
Your cheeks flared, âYou must have thought of this âfantasy of yours for a while now eh?â San shakes his head, a smile on his lips; securing his boxers and scrub pants back on before leaning on your motorcycle, shrugging, âMaybe but I should have taken you on a date first before I knock you up.â
You whine, smacking his arms, âStop using that term.â Sanâs head threw back as he laughed at your reddened face, you groaned turning your head to the side. He stops laughing little by little before sighing, grabbing your hand; pulling you between his legs, âBut itâs true. I had it all planned and thereâs a step by step to it ⌠but it looks like I skipped a step.â
You look at him, pouty lips, âa lot you mean.â He chuckles heartedly, grabbing your cheeks in his large palms, caressing them, âOkay a lot but it doesnât mean I ainât gonna take care of you. Let me praise you, love you, worship you and let me do those things because it is my duty to make you feel special and I want you to feel you are the only girl in this damn world. Youâre my girl.â
You were left speechless and San saw in your eyes the appreciation, pulling you in his arms, âIâll kiss you after our fourth date.â
âWhy not now? You already got me knocked up and we are not even on our first date.â He chuckles and this is one of the reasons why he likes you; nonchalant or straightforward. He nodded, âOkay.â He pulls you in near his warmth, his lips landing gently on yours. He took the lead to make you feel special, make you feel the most important person to him.
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Katsuki Comfort
ThisâŚ. This is exactly why you tried to stay off of social media. Nothing good ever came from it.
Being a pro hero, you and Katsukiâs names were constantly in headlines.
Most of the times on the news, itâs for the great things the both of you do and itâs separate depending on the missions you both go on.
But online is another story. Apparently the general public didnât think the two of you belonged together. All over fan pages and popular accounts saying how they thought he would look better with Uravity or Deku.
They either said they looked better with him,and seriously what the fuck does that even mean?? Or that he seems to have better chemistry with them.
Seeing it once or twice wouldnât have killed you, but youâd fallen into a rabbit hole⌠and now you were spiraling and at some point you started to agree with them.
Maybe someone that looked and acted like you wasnât good enough for Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight. Maybe you just didnât measure.
You werenât even in the top 20 heroâs like the other two were. So why in the hell was he settling for you? Why is with you if-
âHey y/n. Iâm home. Where the hell are you?â, you heard Katsuki shout from the front door.
You quickly shut your laptop and tossed you phone on the bed. The next thing you know heâs bursting through your room door with a frown on his face.
âWhat the hell is your problem?â, he asked
âWhat are you talking about?? You just walked in here. Why do you think I have a problem.â
âCause usually your ass is like an excited puppy, rushing my ass at the front door and todayâŚ. Nothin. So answer my damn question would ya?â
âIâm not a fucking dog Katsuki. I donât have to be waiting for you and wagging my tail because you came home to me.â You snapped back at him and you immediately regretted it. You were taking your insecurities out on him but they were too much and you were hurting too bad.
When you looked up at him Kats mouth was set in a stern line and heâd crossed his arms. He looked like an unmovable wall. His eyes were locked on you like he was waiting for you to say something else.
But you couldnât. There was already a lump in your throat and you knew if you started talking, the tears would 100% start flowing.
âYou gonna stop acting like damn child and use your fucking words? I got all day to sit here.â There was no malice in his voice. No irritation.
âItâs nothing.â It came out as a murmur as you were getting up and making a swift exit for the bathroom. You didnât want to be around him right now. Didnât wanna say anymore hurtful things.
You almost made it too, but of course that freakishly inhuman speed of his caught you off guard yet again.
His hand wrapped around your wrist and spun you back to him.
âCan you please let go of me?â Now it was a whisper. A whisper and the first tear falling.
â Iâll let you go after you tell me whatâs got you this upset. You pissed at me about something? Your period about to start?? What the hell is it?â Asking again but the time his other hand was tilting your chin up to look at him.
The time your eyes made contact with him the dam holding back those tears broke and babe it was not a pretty cry. It was an ugly, blubbering, gross cry.
This isnât the first breakdown Katsuki has seen you have and heâs gotten pretty good at handling them with you. So he wraps you up is his strong arms and just holds you. He tucks your head under his chin and gently sways back and forth like heâs coddling a small child. His hand is rubbing up and down your back.
Everyone knows Dynamite and a lot of people know the attitude on Bakugo.
But you were the only one who knew how patient and loving Katsuki is. The way he cares for youâŚ. Even when you feel like you donât deserve it.
Eventually the sobs calm.
âM sorry. I- I d-didnât mean to get upset with you. I- I just- Are you sure youâre happy with me KatsukiâŚ..am I really enough for you?â You were mumbling into his chest but you were sure heâd heard you with the way his breathing slowed and his arms tightened around you.
âOhâŚ. Now I get it. Youâre not pissed and itâs not your period. Youâve just completely lost your damn mindâŚâ
âIâm not crazy. Iâm being serious!â You tried to pull away from. Retreat back into yourself but the man was stubborn and had arms made of steal apparently.
âLook woman I love you. Is that not enough?â
âWell people donât care about that. You are a top 3 hero. Youâre smart and talented and hot. You should be with someoneâŚ. Idk⌠more than me I guess. Iâm just scared one day youâre gonna realize you could do a lot better than settling for me.â You said all that with your ear pressed to his chest and the loud thump of his heart in your ear.
âLook, Iâm gonna say this once so make sure your ears are open woman.â He pushed you back from him so he could peer into your eyes when he spoke. âI donât give af what anyone else thinks. You already know that. I love you. Youâre a nutcase and you grind my fucking gears to no end, but there ainât anybody else in the fucking world id be willing to put up with. I donât like people! And I love you. Thatâs all you need to know. So cut this I could do better bullshit outâŚ. Doesnât get any better than you.â
He kept eye contact the entire time. Even when the silent tears started spilling over. He just took his thumb and wiped them away.
âYou know what I hate thoughâ
âWhat?â You sniffled
âI really fucking hate the way you make me say sappy ass shit like this. Itâs fuckin embarrassing.â It sounded like he was exasperated but that goofy ass grin was still etched on his face.
A watery smile started pulling at your lips. Your boyfriend was the sweetest jerk.
â âsides. I already got a ring. So ainât no turning back.âhe threw that in there like he was talking about the freakin weather!
He bent down and placed a kiss on your wet lips.
âWhat ring??!?? You bought a ring!?!â
âYea so stop your damn âyou could do better bullshitâ. Youâre stuck with me.â And he started walking away towards to bathroom. âAnd uh- itâd be awesome if ya said yesâ as he shut the door to the bathroom closed.
You didnât know what to do with yourself. You went to the bed and flung yourself on it.
He was gonna propose to youâŚ.. he already bought a RING!!!!
You were gonna be Mrs. Bakugo!
I guess you were still giggling to yourself and laying down on your back when he came out of them bathroom.
âYea Iâm convinced youâve actually lost your mind. Sitting there smiling and laughing like a psycho.â
Before you could get up, his damp form was hovering over you.
âI donât know if youâre aware, but I gotta thing for crazy chicks.â He has the biggest, sexiest smirk on his face.
âOh yea⌠well youâre in luck hot stuff.â
*Ummmmmm⌠this is sooooo long. But I wanna do a smutty part 2. Cuz heâs nice now but Kats does not take well to you down playing how amazing you are.
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Did You Mean It? - Bo Sinclair
Bo Sinclair x Fem!AFAB!Reader
WORD COUNT: 819
WARNINGS: nsfw, breeding, dubcon, daddy kink (bo refers to himself as daddy multiple times), mommy kink (bo refers to reader as mommy once but not sexually, just in reference to becoming a mom), talk about getting pregnant (bc duhhh), some teasing from bo. kinda proofread. lmk if i missed any tags!
Boâs tongue runs along the warm flesh of your neck as he pumps his cock inside you. Your body was beginning to ache, your leg muscles cramping from the position heâs held you in for the last half an hour. âF-fuck,â Bo grunts, his breath warm. His voice cracks as he speaks, his hips sputtering. âYouâre so fuckinâ tight, sweetheart, gonna cum nice and deep inside you.â
You wince at a particularly deep thrust, your hole clenching tightly around him, and he mistakes it for affection. He always did. You did too sometimes. You feel the hot breath of his laughter before you feel it rumble from his chest, your legs thrown over his shoulders. âYeah, thatâs right, darlinâ. Daddys got you, heâs gonna fill you up nice and full, let you carry around his seed. You want that, right?â He asks and you cry out, the stretch of his cock almost too much. Youâre not sure why it still hurts after all this time, but a part of you wonders if you like the pain a little too much to accommodate it. âYou wanna carry my baby, darlinâ?â
Your eyes widen as he asks, feeling his cock twitch inside you. He never spoke like this. In the entire time of you being here in Ambrose - was it weeks or months? Maybe a year? - Bo avoided the topic of family like the plague. You remember asking him once if he ever wanted children, and you remember how hard it was to sit afterwards. His thrusts speed up and you cry out in pain, his cock ramming into you with renewed fervor. Your cunt squeezes around him tightly and he grunts, the noise low in his throat. A growl. A sharp reminder of who he is.Â
âYeah? You fuckinâ want it too, donât you? Right, Y/N?â He asks, grunting in between each word. He moves his head from the crook of your neck, a flash of appreciation in his eyes as he takes in the hickies and bite marks he had littered across your skin. His blue eyes are dark when he looks at you, sweat glistening off his forehead. âSay it. Say you want my baby and Iâll fuckinâ give it to yaâ.â He says and you know heâs close.
You realize you are, too. It was so much easier to feel your own pleasure when you knew Bo was feeling it too.Â
âI⌠I want your baby, Bo. Please.â You stammer out, panting. It felt like the pleasure had hit you out of nowhere, knocking the wind out of you, making you feel all of it at once. There was no growing pit in your stomach and no warning. âHoly shit,â you say, eyes widening as you look up at him. He smiles and you wonder briefly if youâve ever told him how handsome he was. âI-Iâm gonna cum.â
Bo moans, his hands grabbing ahold of your face to keep you looking at him. âGood. Fuck, fuck yeah, cum around my cock, sweetheart, milk me.â He shudders, his eyes squeezing shut. âA-Always heard that it sticks better when you cum too.â He says before he groans loudly, pushing the entire length of his cock inside you as he cums. You feel him spill inside you, gasping at the sheer amount, before your own orgasm rips through you. He whimpers, a noise you rarely got from him, as your pussy clenches around him, making sure you got every drop. âFuck, youâre so god damn tight.â
Bo catches his breath as you ride out your high, grinning down at you in a way that makes you close your eyes, embarrassed at the intensity. You grunt when he moves your legs off of his shoulders, your muscles tense as they flop back against the bed, his cock still stuffed inside you. âDid you mean it?â You ask quietly, your voice unsure in the dark room. You donât need to open your eyes to see Bo tilt his head to the side, humming. âAbout⌠about giving me your baby?â
His laugh makes you shiver. His finger runs down your cheek as he tsks, mocking. âAww, are you worried I was lying, darlinâ? Worried daddy wasnât gonna make you a mommy, that I wasnât gonna give you a baby?â He asks, his voice cruel and low. Your eyes open to look up at him and they widen slightly; you had expected a cruel and teasing grin, but the look on his face was far softer than you had come to know. His usual frown lines were smoothed over, a small smile on his face. He leans down, kissing gently along your cheek and jaw before he settles them right next to your ear. âI meant it, sweetheart. And Iâm not done just yet.â
His hips rock forwards slightly and you whimper from overstimulation, your cunt pulsing.
âIâm gonna make sure it takes.â
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literally anything thatâs dom!colby or sam please !!! love ur work !!
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Prompt: âDo I look like Iâm messing around? Do I look like I wonât punish you?â
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, Vampire!Solby, NewbornVampire!Reader, blood sharing, blood drinking, animal hunting, reader and Sam argue, dominant!Solby, thruple acts, rough actions, kissing, biting, unprotected threesome sex, choking, hair pulling, oral (give and receive) , creampie, absolute filth
NewbornVamp!Reader doesnât know how to control everything yet, so the vampy powers are through the roof. Sam also goes kind of nuts because of how much he cares but reader puts him in his place đ¤ Katrina is also mentioned as a witch in this! Enjoy!
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You pace back and fourth over the hardwood floor of Samâs room, letting out a huff when you finally hear the front door open, âThank god.â
âI heard that.â Colby says as he walks in, smirk plastered on his face.
You roll your eyes, not really in the mood for jokes. Since you turned, youâve been locked in the house, or when people come over, ones of the human race to be more specific, Sam or Colbyâs room.
âStill not in the mood I see..â Colby presses his lips together in a thin line as you shoot him a glare, âI havenât felt sunlight in days, Colby.â You pace some more and run your hands up your arms, âI need out. I need blood.â
Your eyes meet his, âFresh blood.â
He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he gets what youâre hinting towards. He tilts his head at the idea, knowing Sam wouldnât like it and go on a rant about how itâs not a good idea.
But, Colby loved going up against Sam. Theyâve always had a brotherly competition - With just about everything they did.
âI see.â He nods towards the window, âThe sun is almost down, yeah? Iâll take you out when it fully sets.â
Your eyes light up and you race over to him, tightly gripping his bicep, âYou mean that?â He smirks at the desperation seeping from your words, âYes, sweetheart. You donât need to be cooped up in here all night, too.â
You sigh, âThank you, Colby.â You smile up at him, your ears perking up when you feel Sam enter the room, âHi Sam.â Your voice is a whisper but you know he hears you.
âHi, baby.â He says as he walks out around Colby, âSorry for keeping you hostage.â His hands pull you into his body as his lips press to your forehead, âItâs for your safety, baby. We donât want anything happening to you, you know that, right?â
You sigh, nodding against his chest, âI just want that frickinâ daylight ring already.â
âKatâs coming by tomorrow.â Sam fills you in and you smirk, âWell, I guess itâs a good thing I donât have anywhere to be, tomorrow, yesterday.â
You feel Samâs chest heave and Colby chuckles at your slight joke, âThereâs our girl.â
ââ
You slowly walk around the open doorway of Colbyâs room and lean against the frame, âColbs.â You whisper, biting your lip when his eyes lock onto yours, âItâs night time. Which means..â you speed over, jumping onto the bed with a smile, âItâs our time.â
âDamn right it is.â He leans in, âGimme a kiss first.â
Your eyes move to his lips and back to his eyes as a smirk creeps across your face, âYou know youâre not as mean and scary as you portray yourself to be.â
He tilts his head, âDo you want to go outside?â
You pout, nodding your head, âYes please.â He smirks and gently grips your chin, âGood, now shut up and give me a kiss, so we can get your ass outside.â
You laugh slightly and lean in to close the space.
As soon as your lips land on Colbyâs, it unlocks a whole new feeling for you, and along with your other senses, itâs heightened to the max.
You whimper against his lips, âI need..â You grip his shirt and pull him towards you, âMore.â
Colby pulls you into his lap, your legs on either side of his body, âMore.. what, princess?â He stares at you while he brushes hair from your face.
You sigh, leaning in to mumble against his neck, âBlood, good blood.. and you..â your lips press kisses against his skin, âAnd Sam..â
Colbyâs grip tightens on your waist, your words enticing him, âOh, fuck.â
This was the first time any of you have thought about sex, especially with you being, not just a vampire, but a newborn vampire.
The newly gained stamina.
The heightened senses and emotions.
Fuck, if you felt this needy just thinking about them, you were nervous to think about how youâre going to feel when itâs actually taking place.
âTell you what.â Colby lets out a shaky breath and leans in, âSince Sam, was really-â he furrows his brows and shakes his head, â-dumb enough to let you alone with me..â
He grips your chin, âIâll take you out for an evening hunting session if-â He raises his brows and smirks, â-you promise me youâll be a good little bloodsucker.â
You nod your head, âIâll be good, I need blood, Colby. Please, come on.â You get up, pulling his arm to try and get him to move faster.
He chuckles at your attempt and shakes his head, standing up as you take a step back. He cups your cheeks, âYouâre so cute when youâre flustered.â
You roll your eyes, turning to watch him walk over to where his sweatshirt lays thrown over the arm of his chair.
Your eyes move down over his torso and the way his muscles flex as he pulls the fabric down over his body has your pussy walls clenching around nothing.
You and Colby look at each other when you hear the front door open, âWeâre still going.â You nod and Colby smirks, âIâll follow your lead.â
You walk down the steps and Samâs gaze meets yours, âWhy are you so-â his eyes move to Colby as his hands snake around your waist, âWhat do you two have planned?â
âOh, not me. This is all her idea.â Colby motions to you and your mouth drops, âWhat happened to Iâll follow your lead?â
âWhatâs going on?â Sam shakes his head and looks down at you. You sigh, âDamon is ta-â
âNo.â Sam shakes his head, âNot happening.â
âCâmon, brother. Sheâs been caged in here for the last few days, at least let her take a lap around the house.â Colby takes your side and Sam sighs, âOne lap.â
You lean against Sam, your voice whiny, âI need blood.â
âDonât worry, Sam. I told her Iâd take her hunting for a rabbit or two if she was a good little bloodsucker for us.â Colby smirks as Sam looks down at you, âMm, did you agree?â
You turn, laying your hands on his chest, âI promise Iâll be a good girl for you and Colby. I wonât run off, Iâll stay with you the whole time.â
And you did.
For first hour or so.
You listened to what Sam wanted you to do, succeeding with two rabbits, which wasnât at all enough to make you full, but it was enough to cure the craving - for now.
As youâre walking through the woods, your mood lighter from this little hunting lesson you just had, you start to smell something - the thing you really want.
âY/n No!â
Too late.
Youâre gone, realizing what youâre doing as you come to a stop right on the edge of a path. You take a deep breath, looking down that dirt road that leads down to a popular hangout spot.
You hear people chattering, girls giggling.
You lick your lips, looking the other way and you see bodies appear on the path. You squint your eyes as the dark purple veins under them appear and disappear quickly, the smell of blood growing closer.
Sam and Colby were close, you could hear them bitching back and forth to each other.
For a second, you really thought you were finally gaining control over yourself. But, it wasnât until you had your teeth sunk into the neck of the innocent woman walking by, that you realized you were so wrong.
âFuck, fuck.â Sam groans, grabbing the one woman while Colby grabs the man. They compel each person and they slowly make their way back to their party, instructed to tell them that their friend went home and they donât remember the freak from the woods who practically beheaded their friend.
Well, they didnât say it like that, of course.
They got their point across before they both turned towards you. You drop the limp body on the ground and lick your lips, âI thought I could co-â
You groan as your back is slammed up against the nearest tree, âWh- uh. Ow?â You look up at Colby and he glares down at you, âwhat happened to Iâll be a good little blood sucker, huh?â
You sigh, âif you would have let me finish speaking before throwing me up against a tree.â You raise your brows, âI was trying to tell you that I had a second where I thought I could control it, but she was hurt and then next thing I know, Iâm attached to her neck.â
âItâs our fault.â Sam says walking up. He glances back, âWe should probably get out of here. Iâll take care of the body, Iâll catch up with you.â
Before you can protest, Colby grabs your wrist and you take off in the opposite direction of Sam.
Coming to a stop, Colby turns around, hands on your waist, âHowâd it taste?â You bite your lip, shrugging your shoulders, âTry it and tell me.â
You tilt your chin up a little bit and you smirk as you see Colbyâs eyes shift before he leans in, licking over the semi-dried blood that ran down your chin and neck.
You grip his shoulders, stifling back a moan as you feel him kiss and nip his way back up to your lips, âI canât wait to get you back home.â
Colby steps back and you look over as Sam, and before you can speak, he beats you to it, âThat cannot happen again, y/n. Do you understand me?â
Yep, even as a vampire you still hate when Sam gets all stern with you.
You roll your eyes, letting out a quick sigh, âYeah, yeah. Wont happen again, sorry.â
Sam reaches up, gripping your neck as he backs you up into another tree, âDo I look like Iâm messing around?â
He raises his brows and you look at him confused, âUm, no?â You laugh slightly and Samâs grip tightens, âDo I look like I wonât punish you?â
You clench your jaw, voice becoming a low whispers as he squeezes harder, âSam.â You push his arm away and he shakes his head, putting his hand right back to where it was, âI just donât really think you actually get it.â
You scoff, âOh my god, Sam. Really? Youâre acting like you didnât have any slip ups like this when you were a new vampire.â
âI didnât have two vampires trying to help me.â He argues back.
You glance at Colby who is standing there watching, waiting to see how this is going to unfold.
You all know how itâs going to unfold.
âColby.â Sam says, eyes still on yours. Colby walks up next to Sam, head tilted as his gaze falls on your, âWhatâs up?â
Sam nods towards you, his hand moving to cup your jaw, âI think our bad little bloodsucker here, needs to be taught a lesson.â Sam leans in slightly, his thumb runs over your bottom lip, âGiven a punishment.â
The wall of your empty cunt spasms around nothing as you let a whimper fall out.
Colby nods his head, dragging his fingers against your scalp to get a better grip on your hair, âRight before we left, she was telling me how much she needed us.â
Sam nods, biting down on his lip, âIs that so?â He tilts his head as you nod and he licks his lips, âShould be good for a few hours, yeah? Since you like to not listen, weâre going to fuck some sense into you.â
You whimper from both excitement and fear, nodding your head, âPlease.â
Colby chuckles, reaching out to grip your chin to make you look at him, âOh baby girl. Weâre going to ruin you.â
ââ
âYouâve driven me insane these last few days.â Sam mumbles before crashing his lips onto yours. He back you up to the bed and pushes you down, his body moving to hover over yours.
His eyes move to the dried blood thatâs on your chin and neck, smudged from when Colby tasted it for himself.
His vampire look flashing through and you canât help but smirk - and keep running your mouth, âAll you want me to do is hunt animals. I donât want to hunt fucking animals.â
âThen what do you want to do, baby?â Sam asks, his thumb trailing down your red soaked skin.
You swallow when you feel his hand slide against the side of your neck, âAll I really want to do-â your voice is quiet as you look up, eyes meeting his now darker blue ones, â-Is fuck both of you like an animal.â
Colby speeds over and he sits down next you, âYou really are just a perverted little demon, arenât ya?â
He rubs his thumb over your lips and you quickly part them, taking his thumb between. You let out a low hums as your tongue swirls around it.
âFuck.â He curses quietly, âOur little bloodsucking slut.â
You moan at his words, nodding as he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, âPlease.â You whimper out, âI promise Iâll be good.â
âPromising to be good, is way out the window, sweetheart.â Sam grips your neck and slams you back onto the bed, his body over yours as his face is an inch from yours, âLook at you, all bloody and turned on.â
You whimper, arching your back to get him closer to you, âp-le-â
Sam crashes his lips into yours, âNot another fucking word.â
You bite your lip, looking over at Colby and Sam turns your head back towards him, âmm. No. He ainât saving you this time.â
You pout, reaching up to grab Sam as he moves off the bed, but Colby stops you. His fingers interlocking his fingers with yours before pinning it to the bed, âLet him blow off steam, baby.â
Sam returns, his clothes gone and he doesnât give you any warning about him pushing your legs back and slipping his cock into you.
You let out a loud moan, gripping the sheets below you as you squeeze Colbyâs hand. Colby leans in, kisses down your neck as Sam holds his stare on you.
Slowly pulling out and thrusting back in, quickly getting into a rough, punishing pace that has you ready to rip Colbyâs arm from his body.
You wanted to scream out his name, beg him to stop, but he was already mad at you, you didnât want to push him over the edge completely.
You turn your head, moaning against Colbyâs cheek. He tilts his head up, sliding his free hand up your arm before moving it to your neck, gaining a whimper from you before his lips are on yours.
âIf youâre not going to have her mouth on your dick, then get out, Colby.â Sam groans , his grip on your thighs is definitely hard enough to leave bruises, but sadly, with your super healing ability, you wouldnât get to admire them.
âFine.â Colby sits up, removing any grip he has on you has you whimpering. Your eyes roll shut, your body tensing up in an arch as his cock repetitively hits your cervix, earning yelps and moans.
You feel the bed dip down by your head, Colby reaches down to brush hair from your face, âOpen.â
You comply, looking up at him as he strokes his cock a few times before slipping the tip between your lips, âThatâs it.â He breathes out, his hand resting on the top of your head as you work your way into a bobbing rhythm.
All of your senses are HIGH.
Sam is using that against you, mainly to try and teach you a lesson, but you sure has heâll arenât taking it as that.
âGonna cum on my cock?â Sam asks, âIâm sure youâre all ready there.â
You pop off of Colbyâs cock, your walls squeezing Sam like your life depends on it.
Until he pulls out.
Before you can say anything, youâre flipped over and pulled down the bed by your ankles.
Sam is now by your head, and Colby is now behind you.
Colbyâs hands rib over your hips before he grips, lifting them up off the bed so your ass is pointed up, âi think this vampiness has made you hotter.â
âHence why you need to learn how to control yourself, baby.â Sam runs a hand over your hair, moving it down to grip your chin, âOpen wide.â
Colby slides in, causing your mouth to drop open which Sam takes to his advantage and pushed your head down onto him, earning a gag at the sudden feeling.
âFuck, take it. I know you can.â Samâs chest jolts out with each bob of your head. You moan around him, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.
Colbyâs hand comes down to leave a welted red handprint on your ass cheek. Your long moan from him is muffled by Sam keeping his cock in your mouth,
âFuck, fuck. Câmon baby.â Colby groans, hands squeezing your hips harder as he tries to get you right where you want to be.
âFuck.â Sam throws his head back, quickly returning to the sight between his legs. He lifts your head, watching as the tears spill over the edge, painting your cheeks with glossy lines.
âAre you going to listen?â Sam asks and you nod, moans falling from your lips as Colby leans down, his arm wrapping around your waist so his hand can massage your clit.
âWords baby, time for words.â Sam cups your cheek and you lose it.
âYes! Yes! Yesyesyes.â You whine loudly, pushing your hips back to meet Colbyâs thrusts, âFuckfuckfuck.â
Sam watches your face, studying how its twists and turns with the pleasure you feel.
âAre you going to try and control yourself?â Sam again and you groan, âI said fucking yes, Sam.â
Colbyâs quick to move and before you know it, youâre against the wall, Sam inches from your face, âIâm sorry, did I ask for the fucking attitude?â
You stay silent as Sam continues, âIâm sorry that me actually fucking giving a shit about you is so annoying that you feel like itâs okay to ju-â
Sam was on the bed.
His back against the mattress as your hand is around his neck, âI never fucking said that it was annoying and that I didnât like it. Iâm fucking losing it, Sam.â
He stares up at you, pursing his lips as he tries to hide his smirk.
You tighten your grip, âI swear to god Sam. I promise, Iâll work on controlling my impulses.. just..â you whine, âJust let me cum.â
He looks over at Colby and back to you, âIf thatâs what you want.â
You nod, not really knowing what youâre signing up for.
âLet me up and we can give that to you.â
Your grip loosens, but it wasnât long before your back was against Colbyâs chest, legs pushed up by Sam and your cunt is taking both of them beautifully.
âJust gotta be a good girl.â Colby groans in your ear, âMaybe if youâre good, we can reward you like this in the future.â
You whimper, âY-yes. yes.â
Your eyes roll back, unable to process what either of them are saying to you anymore.
Colbyâs arm goes to lay across your body, holding you tight as you feel his thrusts grow sloppy, same with Sam, âCum for us, y/n.â
You look up at him, moaning as his name rolls off your tongue with such grace.
Your body was twitching, tensing up as your orgasm rolled through you, taking your energy with it.
You continue to lay against Colbyâs shaking, your vision was blurred and you honestly felt weak.
âHere.â Colby bites his wrist, bringing it level to your eyes and youâre quick to look. You eyes turn red and veiny eyes, âDrink.â
You donât hesitate, leaning forward you push his palm to your mouth and he gasps as your fangs sink into his skin, sucking away at his blood.
âThatâs it, baby.â Colby whispers as he runs his free hand up and down your bare back, âGood girl.â
You were so lost in the bloodlust of Colby that you didnât realize Sam made sure you were cleaned up.
You pull off of Colby, letting your head fall against his shoulder with a relieved sigh.
âYou gonna listen to us now?â Sam chuckles as he brushes your cheek. You open your eyes, smiling as you see him through your blurred vision.
âYes.â You say quietly, âI promise Iâll be a good little bloodsucker.â
âWe just want you safe, okay?â Colby kisses your head and you nod, âI know.â
âWe love you.â
ââ
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Levi just loves you so much
He loves watching you when you think he doesnât notice.
He loves hearing you talk
He loves your sense of humor
He loves that youâre one of the very few people who can make him smile
He loves the way you look at him
He also loves the way you feel around him right nowâŚ.
He loves they way you look underneath himâŚ. He loves having you spread wide, his cock pounding into you slowly but so deep, he goes crazy every time he hears you gasp from the force that he fucks you with. You have your hands gripping the sheets around your head, mouth parted open and eyes nearly rolling in the back of your head and he loves it.
âGod⌠I used to dream about youâ he says as he slows his thrusts even more. He wants to savor this moment.
âWh-what?â You choke out, youâre in such a blissful state of mind, youâre not sure if you heard him correctly.
âYou. Wrapped around me like this. Iâve wanted you for soâŚ. damnâŚ. longâ he grunts out those last 3 words punctuated by his deep thrusts. Your eyes start to water from the intense pressure youâre feeling in your core. Youâre so close.
âAhh- Levi, me tooâ you move your hands around his back, nails biting into his skin.
âYeah?â His thrusts start to speed up. âGod I can feel you squeezing me. Thatâs it⌠come all over my cock, babyâ he growls, one hand coming around to rub your clit and thatâs all it takes. Youâre gone. The pressure snaps and youâre a moaning mess, tears running down your cheeks from the intensity.
Levi has never seen anything more beautiful.
He cums from the sight of you just like that.
He just loves you.
He loves you so much.
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white room - pt. 1
johnny davis (the bikeriders) x reader, 18+, canon typical themes and language, 2.8k words, 1 of ? johnny as a miserable bisexual divorcee and reader as someone too chilled and lonely to give a fuck a/n: it's written to be gender neutral, but there are a few references implying they may be afab (not overkill its just a very gendered landscape)
âGo fuck your good self, then.â
The door slams behind you and the window pane shakes with it, piece of shit car that it is, with an equally large turd of a guy running the thing.Â
âCrazy bitch,â is the cab driverâs goodbye call, and yeah, maybe. But heâs the one dumping you in the wrong end of townâand after dark, no less. All youâd done was get a cab after a party, knowing you left all your cash in one of the boots under your bed, with the mad hope that the guy behind the wheel might just be kind enough to let you ride along on a promise. You had every intention of running upstairs to get him his fee, while he kept the engine running, mind you, but that uptight jack didnât wanna hear a thing about it. Even had the nerve to ask you to comp him 'with those pretty lips oâ yoursâ, which is round about where you started calling him a filthy no-good perv, and he started pulling over in the middle of nowhere.Â
Now youâre standing in the dark in nothin but your too-cheap denim jacket, that you never shouldâve bought âcause you got shirts thicker than this, staring at a corner side bar thatâs almost definitely filled with a hundred more of those cab driver types. Not in the driving sense, but in the fuck anyone that isnât a man like us sense, you know?Â
But what can you do? Itâs in there, or out here, and youâre not in the shoes for walking, never mind running, so itâs not much of a choice at all.
You go up in a way like you been here before, like you know the name of the place even though the paintâs chipped off and the light ainât lighting anymore, and in the time it takes to cross the street, you see three guys go in, three come out, and not a single woman or anyone else, so much as look at the place. Itâd be a lie to say your heartbeat was going a speed anywhere near close to normal. Which is another thing you try and hide as you push through the door into the chaos of it all.Â
Itâs not a bar, itâs a God damn wolf den.Â
You make it two steps and already you seen enough beer, and enough skin, and heard enough dogwhistles to consider just how bad it could really be to run barefoot across town. Your feet would only hurt a little bit, right? They seen you now though, and with the amount of bikes they got lined up outside, you wouldnât even make it to the next block before one of them caught up to you. And then what? Might as well try talking wolf while youâre in here, better that than squaring up with one of them in some stinking alleyway. Â
âYou got a phone, big guy?â you ask, to the first one that really looks at you. Heâs a head taller than you but it seems like that headâs spinning, so you figure he needs a little more explanation to get going. âBehind the bar or something? A payphone?â
He takes a while to reply, like youâre speaking some other language, then he says, âI got something you can ride, honey.â
And now youâre back in the cab all over again, and youâre still going fuckin' nowhere.
âForget about it.â
You shove past him, and another two men smelling of liquor, until you can plant both hands on the edge of the bar and speak to the owner directly. At least, you think itâs the owner. Cause heâs stood back there, with a towel slung over his shoulder, and heâs the only one giving all of these animals their liquid feed for the night.Â
âHey," you start, âdo you got a phone? One I could use?â
Instead of answering, he looks right over your head. Imagine that, like you ainât there at all, right over and into the space behind. It takes a second, but then you realise itâs not just bad manners, itâs only that thereâs someone else coming up to the back of you whoâs much more important, to him anyway.Â
And now, thatâs a guy you look twice at.
Heâs not tall, but heâs not short neither, something in the middle that suits you just right, if it mattered. Face like heâs seen some things too, but his hairâs combed all neat like he hasnât seen nothin. If it werenât for the bent pinky on his one hand and the scar on his knuckles across the other, you might think he was some sort of regular guy. But he got a walk like he owns the place, more than the barman, that's for sure, and the shirt heâs wearing is plastered with the same exact name as the rest of all these guys: VANDALS. Doesnât take much to figure that heâs top dog of them. Vandal of the Vandals.
He slides right up to you like you asked him to, sitting his forearms on the edgeânext to where your hands are.Â
âNah,â he says. Just like that. Nah.
You feel like laughing. âNo?â
âNah,â his head shakes, âyou donât wanna be in here.â
If itâs advice, it kinda feels like a threat and, well, if itâs a threat, it sorta feels like advice. A decent bit of it at that, cause he is right. You donât wanna be in here.Â
âDonât want doesnât make up for need,â you tell him. âAnd I need to use a phone, if you got one.â
âWhat for?â
âA cab?â Then you do laugh. âWhat? You worried Iâll ring your bill up by calling international?â
He makes a strange, sorta dismissive noise as heâs pushing off from the bar. âWorried youâd call some little boyfriend of yours,â he mumbles, then he walks round to the serving side and pulls a phone from under the lip of it.
âNo boyfriend, sir. Just a mighty need to get home.â And the fuck outta this place.
He picks the handset up, spinning the dial without asking you for nothin, his eyes sitting on something you canât see right in front of him. A number maybe. âNot many drivers will pick you up from here,â he says. "This oneâŚyeah, well, you can try it.â
Any hope you had is fast disappearing on you. âThat bad, huh?â
He passes you the phone, the twisty cord going all the way straight just to reach you.Â
It connects as you put it up to your ear, and some lady with a voice all too quiet for telephones greets you on the other side, rushing you to the point before you can even try and warm her up a little.
"Hi, yeah, so I need a cab but I wonât be able to pay the guy until we get there, is that something yourâhello? Hello?â You tut. The empty tone in your ear is a stinging slap to the face, right there, right across the cheekbone. âMotherfucker,â you say, but sheâs already all the way gone. She didnât even hear you out.
And this guy? Well heâs smiling when you look back at him, doing an awful bad job at pretending like he ainât been listening. âYeah," he clears his throat to hide a laugh he wonât laugh, âyou shouldâa said you had no money. No cabâs gonnaââ
âI know,â you snap. âStill had to ask though, didnât I?â
He shrugs, nodding at sorta the same time like he agrees with you, even though his face is fixed like he donât agree at all. Like youâre awful naive for thinking they might even listen to you in the first place.
âGuess Iâm walkinâ then,â you decide. You pass him the handset, but heâs too slow to take it, so you go on your toes to lean over and put it back yourself. Hard and pissy with it. Shitty taxi service. Shitty phone. Shitty bar.
âYou want a drink?â
Your heels hit the floor again. âWhat?"
He puts his hand out like he works here now, pointing to all the dingy bottles waiting behind him. âA beerâŚor?â
âYeah," you test, âwhatâs the or?â
âOr,â he says, slow with it, "you sit round drinking nothinâ and wait until I can take you home.â
Your brows shoot up like heâs told a lie bigger than any youâve ever heard. âYou gonna take me home?â you ask, thinking yeah, heâs gonna take you home, and youâre gonna be the next big Santy Claus.Â
He nods and it keeps going, like his head gets away from him. âYeah,â he says. âYeah, I can give you a ride.â
For a second, you find yourself worrying about it. âThat code for something else?â
He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jeans and sets one in-between his lips. âNo. Sâjust a ride.â
You watch the lighter flip, the cigarette catch. Watch him take a drag and blow it out again. He isnât acting drunk, and he donât seem like he cares either way, whether you take a ride from him or not. All he seems bothered about is finding the end of that smoke, and popping the cap off another beer.Â
If these are wolves, then heâs the oldest of them. The most tired and nicked with battle scars. From where youâre standing, that makes him the least threatening too, cause you come with a whole load of baggage, and he looks like heâs got even more than that. And anyone with all that shit on their shoulders? Yeah, theyâre not gonna be no sort of trouble at all. They just wanna get home at night with their head pinned on straight still.
"Well alright,â you say. âIâll take a beer and the ride, too.â
âBeer and a ride,â he grumbles back, not moving the cigarette and losing his words because of it. âIâm Johnny."
âJohnny?â
He nods, handing you the beer he just readied for himself.Â
âThanks.â You give him your name the same way he gave you his, and he says it back to you, the way you did with him, though you know you didnât mumble it the first time. He heard you just right. âThis the part where I tell you how far away I live, and you say actually, I donât got the gas for that, right?â
âHow far dâyou live?â
âOther side of town.â
He shrugs. âI got gas enough.â
And thatâs how you end up on the back of his bike, clinging on like some sort of koala bear thing, with the town going past like itâs made of nothing but air, cold, loud, air. Flooding your ears and the collar of your jacket, even the ends of your pants are filling up with it. Going so fast nothing feels like anything, only that, everything feels of everything. Way too much. By the time youâre pulling up to the house, your headâs spinning like you had ten beers, not two, and he has to offer his hand just to get you off in one piece.
âGod,â you say, âdoes it feel that crazy every time?â
He looks like he wants to smile, but something inside donât let him. âGuess so.â
âWell, you got bigger balls than me, thatâs for sure.â
Then he really wants to smile, you can see it in the little crinkles by his eyes. âNight, kid.â
âNot a kid,â you tell him, cause you lived through too many years of shit to not get the respect an adult deserves, plus, you ainât even that much younger than he is. Anyone without a stack of lines down his forehead must look like a kid to him. âThanks for the ride. You really saved my ass.â
He waves it off, like it really was nothin, though actually it was a pretty big something, a real good favour. âAh. Wasnât gonna let nothinâ happen to you.â
âOh yeah? Saw me walking in like some sort of square and the alarm bells went ringing?âÂ
âYeah. Like that.â
You hum a little, shrugging while you think on it. âI couldâa handled myself,â you tell him. Which isnât all the way the truth, but itâs not too far from it neither. You can get mean when you have to. Â
âMaybe, but you didnât have to, did you?â He kicks the bike to life again, and there goes that engine, so loud his ears must be working half as good as they should be. âSee you around,â he says.
You nod. As far as last words go, those are some pretty boring ones, but itâs later than late now, and youâre not feeling like standing outside any longer until one of you comes up with something better. So he gets a âsee-yaâ and thatâs the last thing either of you will ever say to each other, cause when are you ever gonna find yourself in the middle of some roughed up, leather wearing, bike club, ever again?Â
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Well. Turns out you got a whole lot wrong when it came to figuring Johnny out. Not even a full day goes by, and youâre hearing that rumble, that big bru-bru-bru, clattering noise coming right back down your street. And Mrs Saccone, whoâs normally deafer than deaf, is banging a broom on your wall telling you to get rid of it. To get rid of him. Can you imagine? Old lady, never done nothin wrong in her life, as far as your Pops ever knew, and suddenly, big mean man on a bike, sitting outside and ruining her TV dinner.Â
You couldnât get out there fast enough. Half-dressed, you know, you were ready to settle down for the night. Work stuff off and replaced with those big, old man type boxer shorts. If it werenât for the bathrobe, wrapped all up round yourself, youâd have blushed so hard itâd burst a blood vessel.
âYou forget something?â you ask, parking your feet and slippers right onto the concrete next to him. âI got neighbours, you know.â
He frowns, pursing his lips as he looks you over. âI wake you up?â
âNo. But Iâd be lying if I said you werenât disturbing my peace.â
He nods, still running that engine, one foot on the ground to keep him in one place there. It goes so long without him saying nothin that you start thinking maybe itâs your turn, and you forgot which one of you spoke last or something.
âCan I help you, Johnny?â
âLet me take you out,â he says. Not a question, but not bossy with it neither, just âlet meâ. If heâd said it like an order, you wouldâve told him to stick it where you told the cab driver to stick it last night, but he seems to know better than that.
You pull the robe tighter, right up to your neck. âIâm not going back to that bar,â you tell him.
âNo, not there.â He flicks a gloved hand over the bars of the bike, imagining some fancy, high-class sort of place, right there in front of him. âSomewhere nice. You and me.â
Itâs a good thing your mother is on a whole other continent, because without thinking much about it at all, you say, âAlright, sure. You can take me out.âÂ
He smiles, and it might not be, but it feels like itâs the first one heâs shown you, all real and bunched up in that stubble of his. âYou should go get dressed then.â
You feel the life drain right out of you. âWeâre going now?â
âIâm here." He shrugs. "So, yeah, why not?â
âYou know most people would hate you for that,â you say, âgiving a person no warning.â
The bike goes quiet then, and he swaps the keys for a pack of smokes in his pocket, leaning back like he got all the time in the world. âDâyou hate me?â he asks.
âI might.â
âOh, might.â He says it back like you donât mean it, and wonât mean it, with another one of those funny throwaway noises following on after it. âIâll take my luck with might.â
And what dâyou say to that? Nothin, you say nothin, all you can say is, âGive me ten minutes.âÂ
Then youâre trotting back up the porch steps, hoping Mrs Saccone isnât peeping through the curtains, and wondering what the Hell youâre gonna put on thatâs any kind of suitable to go to a nice place with a Vandal on your arm.Â
If it werenât your life already, you wouldnât believe any of it. This time just yesterday, you were at some square neck, office party, saying goodbye to some upper-level fuckerâwho never learned your name, and didnât even thank-you for the half serious farewell note you left in the communal goodbye cardâand tonight? God, if you werenât so used to shit going unusually, youâd be pinching yourself. Real hard, too.Â
Some man called Johnny, who you donât know from Adam, swinging by to pick you up on his motorcycle. Yeah, âcrazy bitchâ really is starting to feel like an appropriate title for you to have. Who wouldâa known?
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Crazier Than Him (Trevor Phillips x Reader)
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Summary: You and Trevor are a match made in heaven, as Michael knows all too well.
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: these two are crazy and in love, poor Michael and Franklin, non-graphic descriptions of torture.
A/n:Â I've been replaying GTA V lately and was reminded of how much I love Trevor... so here ya go!
Trevor Phillips was the craziest fucker Michael had ever met.
Irrational, chaotic, unhinged. Completely incapable of regulating, understanding, his own emotions. Somehow totally deluded yet desperately nihilistic.
And when he was with you? God, somehow it got worse.
You, Trevorâs girlfriend, who waltzed into his life one day like you were always meant to be in it. Thatâs what he always said; âsheâs a part of me, Mikey. More a part of me than I ever thought my own arm legs were.â
You egged each other on. He was mad? Better believe you were already speeding onto the street, guns loaded and knife in your hand. You were upset? Ten guys would be locked up in your basement by the end of the day, gagged and blindfolded, your boyfriend sat beside them with puppy dog eyes waiting for your next command.Â
âThe hell did these guys do to her?â Michael had asked, the time he heard that story (because yes, it really did happen).Â
âWhat? Nothing. I took them from the street - I just wanted to help her feel better.â
You made each other insane, more so than you already were, because apparently impossible things can happen. Trevor was so much more⌠Trevor, when it came to you. He was touchy, sensitive, passionate. And he always talked about you.
âAinât she gorgeous, Mikey? Huh?â
Michael wasnât falling into that trap again. âSure, T.â He just sighed, hoping that his friend would back down.
âThe fuck is that sâposed to mean? You donât think sheâs pretty? âFuck is wrong with you? Franklin, you know what Iâm talkinâ about, right?â
âF, donât-â Michael tried to warn, but it was too late.Â
âYeah dog, shit, sheâs crazy, but sheâs damn fine.â
Trevorâs face soured immediately as he quickly stomped the short distance between him and Franklin and pointed a finger in the younger manâs face. âMhm⌠so youâre sayinâ you wanna fuck my fuckinâ wife? Huh? That what youâre fucking saying, Frank?!â
âT, calm the fuck down!â Michael yelled, and Trevor changed course. âFor starters, you fuckinâ asked. And secondly, she ainât even your wife! Sheâs just your girlfriend!â
And oh boy, was that the wrong thing to say.
âSheâs just- WHAT?! You think I couldnât marry her, Mikey? How about I marry my fist into your FUCKING-â
Yeah. Franklin learned pretty damn quickly not to give in to Trevorâs provocations after that.
And you? You were no different. Hell, you were worse.
âSo, uh, howâd you two meet?â Michael asked, sitting uncomfortably beside you in the back of the chopper. Trevor had insisted you should ride beside him in the front, but Michael knew all too well by now that nothing could get in the way of you both getting⌠frisky. And he certainly wouldnât put it beyond you both to get down to business while Trevorâs flying a fucking helicopter across the city - so he put his foot down, instead leaving a very frazzled Franklin to sit next to your boyfriend.
âYou really wanna know, Mikey?â Trevor shouted, grinning like a maniac.
Michael groaned. âGod, I guess not. Lord knows you probably threatened to eat her left calf or somethinâ-â
âThe fuck did you just say?â You sneered from beside him, eyes locked on and a violence in them Michael had only ever seen in one othersâ; the psycho flying this fucking chopper.
âIt was a joke, sweetheart-â there was a knife to his throat before he could finish his sentence, already digging in so harshly he could feel droplets of blood start to fall.
Youâd all but jumped from your seat, leaning all your weight into the blade against the manâs skin. âYou wanna say that again, sweetheart? You think mocking my manâs funny, do ya?â
Michael looked desperately between yourself and the men in the front; Trevor just smiled, and he knew him well enough by now to know he was getting turned on by your display of aggression. And Franklin⌠well, heâd learned to keep his mouth shut, hadnât he?
âYou think makinâ fun of your friend is funny, Michael? Think youâre better than him?â You sneered.Â
âNo! For fuck sake, no. It was a joke, alright?â
You finally relaxed, releasing your grip on his throat and returning to your seat. Michael quickly wiped at his wound; superficial, but it stung like a bitch.
âI think heâs jealous, baby,â you laughed, and Michael couldnât have hidden his incredulous stare if he tried.
âMhmâŚâ Trevor replied, his attention completely deviated from the helicopter he was piloting now. He was only focussed on you. âThink we should taste a chunk outta his thigh, eh, sugar?â
Franklin tried to suppress his snicker, though Michael caught it, but he was more concerned with the way you watched him now, a malicious glint in your eye. âOh, I think thatâd be fun.â
Yeah. Thatâs you two. Loved up, drugged up, hopeless romantics who somehow fit together in spite of everything. It was sweet, really, in a twisted sort of way.
And of course, you egged each other on. How couldnât you? Just when Michael thought both of you had reached your psychopathic limits, you outdid yourselves, every single time.
âHow about we do this by the book, huh?â Trevor grinned, pacing back and forth before the half-conscious man, his chair creaking as he slumped to the side. The tape around his wrists and ankles were just about the only things keeping him upright at this point.
You and Michael sat on fold-up chairs to the side. A third one sat empty beside you; Franklin had left a little while earlier, around the time Trevor picked up the wrench, his stomach unable to handle the torture that was unfolding before him.
Youâd chosen to sit back, letting Trevor âhave his funâ, as youâd put it. Michael did all he could to stay silent in his chair - he was outnumbered now, and certainly didnât want to get into a shouting match with you both over what was right and wrong. You needed information from this guy - believing him to be an ally of the late Steve Haines - and he was stubborn to say the least.
Still, Trevor had been overly brute with the man, who was beyond speaking a coherent thought at this point. The maniac grinned, picking up the blood-splattered jerry can and removing the cloth from the spout, tipping the hostageâs chair upright. âA little waterboarding never hurt anyone, huh?â
âNo, Trevor!â You shouted, and Michael jumped out of his skin. Youâd left your seat, storming across to your boyfriend who just stared at you in shock, grabbing the can from his hands and placing it back on the table.
Michael sighed - perhaps finally, for all the craziness the both of you shared, youâd hit a limit. The man couldnât cope with anymore, wouldnât be useful to you now beyond enjoying the assault on his fragile body, and while Trevor was happy to do just that it seemed youâd put your foot down and-
âYou know thatâs fucking legal, right? And for good reason. Ainât nothing good can come from waterboarding the son of the bitch. May as well take him for a day at the park, Trev.â You sneered, all but prancing around the small cart that held each item of torture your boyfriend had picked out.
You grinned, and Michael buried his head in his hands. He knew you well enough by now to know any ounce of humanity heâd hoped for was nonexistent in your mind. The pliers you chose were weighty in your hand, strong, and when you strolled your way to the barely-there shell of a man before you, Trevor could only match the wild look in your eyes,
âLet me show you how itâs really done.â
And thatâs how the both of you went along; killing, stealing, running. A fucked up Bonnie & Clyde, Michael always thought. And for all the misery you caused, and all the history between him and Trevor, heâd be lying if he said it didnât make him feel a certain way to know that even the worst pair of fuckers heâd ever met could find each other.
Yeah, Trevor Phillips was the craziest fucker Michael had ever met. Until he met you.
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Happy 500! 𩵠I feel like "best friend's brother" and the Millers is something smutty just waiting to happen, maybe? đŤ˘
Best Friend's Brother.
y. Best Friend's Brother
Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. thank you for this request!! another one for my will girlies - love you all <3
Pairing - Will Miller x Female Reader
Age Rating - 18+
Warnings - smut!! + cursing
Word Count - 900
Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.
You've known Benjamin Miller since you were a teenager.
He's been there through thick and thin, love and loss, good and bad.
He makes you laugh until you cry, happily watches awful movies with you, and loves to make you breakfast for dinner. He knows you like the back of his hand, and vice versa. He's the best friend you could ever ask for.
He also has the most beautiful brother in the world.
William Miller is the bane of your existence. Golden hair, big blue eyes, gleaming smile. He's aged like a fine wine, and damn have you noticed. You love Benny more than anything, and you'd never do anything to jeopardise that. But my god... it's tempting.
You're one too many tequilas down when you realise you're wobbling. You're holding onto the bar's bathroom sink for balance, attempting to keep yourself upright. You pull out your phone and call Benny, your designated taxi driver.
"Hello?"
"Benny. Baby. I am drunk! So drunk. The room is spinning, actually. Bathrooms don't spin, right?"
"Sweetheart, this is Will. Benny left his phone at my place. Where are you? You need me to come and get you?"
"Will! Hey Will. Wonderful Will. I am drunk. Very drunk."
"You may have mentioned that," he chuckles. "Where are you?"
"O'Lockes, I think. You know the place with the lights? The pretty lights?"
"Yeah, I know the one. Stay there, okay? I'm coming."
He gets to you within 20 minutes, which means he can't possibly have followed any of the speed limits. You're sat on the bench waiting outside when you see his truck pull up.
"Hey, you."
"Hi, William. Beautiful boy. God, you're the best."
"Thank you," he chuckles.
He gets out of the truck and jogs around to the passenger side to help you in.
"Chivalry isn't dead, huh?" you giggle. "Such a gentleman. How are you single? Why are you single? Do you want to be? You don't have to be. Every single girl in that bar would swoon for you, William."
"Alright, this feels like 20 questions. You need help with that seat belt?"
Will reaches over and buckles you in. His face is so close to yours, you can smell his toothpaste. The tiny part of your brain that's still rational begs you not to kiss him.
He jumps into the drivers side and starts up the engine. He turns up the heat so you're warm enough, and turns the music down so it isn't too loud. You curl into the heated seat and sigh contently, sobering up pretty quickly.
By the time he's pulling into your driveway, you can't feel the tequila anymore. You're warm, you're happy, and you're madly in love with the man sitting next you. What could go wrong?
"Hey Will?" you ask when he cuts the engine.
"Yeah, honey?"
"Why are you single? I'm not trying to be nosy. Just curious."
"Curious, huh?" he drawls, smiling gently at you.
"I mean - I've never heard you talk about a girlfriend, or even going on a date. Ever since I've known you, you've been practically always single."
"Yeah. Dating isn't really my thing, I guess. Too much effort."
"Too much effort? Will, I've never heard you say anything is too much effort."
He chuckles, and you laugh along with him.
"I don't know. Maybe I'm just waiting for a certain someone."
Your heart skips a beat.
"Anyone in particular?" you ask, toeing the line.
"Maybe," he mutters. "Maybe."
He leans in over the centre console and presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You thread your hands into his hair and pull him closer, desperate to feel all of him. He grabs your hips and pulls you into his lap, rocking you back and forth.
You whine and the sound shoots straight to his core. He groans in response, tongue licking into your mouth. You shakily unbutton his jeans, pulling your skirt up around your waist.
"Should we go inside?" you pant breathlessly.
"Can't wait that long," he replies quickly. "Need to feel you now."
You pull him out of his underwear and lower yourself down, the both of you moaning in unison. The angle is a little awkward and you accidentally bump your head on the roof of his truck, but neither of you can find it in you to stop.
You set a steady rhythm, rising and falling with determination. Will helps you, grabbing at your hips and moving you as he pleases. You drop your forehead to rest against his, sweat mixing and breaths mingling.
"Oh, fuck," you whine.
"Yeah, baby. Keep going. You're doing so good. Don't stop, yeah?"
"Not stopping," you reply. "Never stopping."
Will moves his thumb to rub circles between your legs, causing you to breathlessly pant his name like a prayer.
"So close, Will. So close."
"Come on, honey. Give it to me. I can feel it. Yeah, that's it."
You fall over the edge with a moan, gripping at his hair. You tug a little harder than intended, but it does the trick, sending him into his own climax. He's groaning your name, and you're convinced the sound will be ingrained in your mind forever.
You're both panting, chests heaving. Then, you burst into a fit of giggles. It seems to be contagious, because Will joins you.
"What?" he asks through the laughter.
"How the fuck are we gonna tell Ben?"
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Pride Petty Watch - LiTA (Rain/Payu) 2
Because I'm petty, I had the crowd pick which blacklisted shows I would watch for the month of Pride. The first is Love in The Air, and even though I was mad in the first few episodes that Sky brushed off his friend running away from Payu at the beginning, Sky has proven he is a great friend, and I am very excited to get to his portion. Sorry, Rain. This Daddy x Baby dynamic needs to speed it up!
Let's wrap this stormy weather up!
If I was the receptionist, I'd love this job for the chisme. If I was a mechanic, I'd be pissed!
So all of this was a another test. Rain is proving himself to Payu as being worthy of his time and affection by ignoring Payu being mean to him, so even though there is definitely something happening with the yellow and blue between them, I'm ignoring it because Payu is HIGH-KEY pissing me all the way off, and I'm too focused on this room situation. Does this man have his garage room and actual house room?! What is this?!
LET ME IGNORE THEM, BABY JESUS!
Black x White. Blinding Light of Love. And just like that, I'm on my fellow Slut for Christ's side because WHY IS RAIN JUST STANDING OUT IN THE RAIN LIKE A DUMMY?! Miracles happen when we least expect them.
I am not feeling this bathing scene because there is not enough water in that huge ass tub, and out of all the things Payu should apologize for, he is saying sorry that Rain stood out in the rain. Can they just have sex already, so I can quit being petty?
God damn it! There is pink = đloveđ but I am very familiar with this scene because it was all over my dash when it aired, and I'm a bag of mixed emotions. Payu hid that condom under a toy truck, but opened it with his teeth, yet he kissed Rain's leg, so like . . . shit, Payu looks fine with his hair down.
The beginning of episode five is just horny on main from Rain telling his MOTHER that he was working on something else that was hard all night, and now we're just watching Payu work out before he peaces out in Payu's blue shirt only to end up in this! I refuse to acknowledge the colors because how did Payu find this boy AND WHY ARE THEY SCREWING AROUND IN HIS MAMA'S HOUSE?!
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Payu already claimed Rain to his face, followed him to his mama's house, and has gotten ultra possessive, yet Rain is freaking out thinking Payu is trying to ditch him. Rain is too smart to be this dumb.
A WHOLE ASS GIRL IS IN THIS SHOW! And Rain is just insulting her and her brothers after pining after her - "fruits" - really, Cloud Jizz?
The way I'm mad at these colors is the same way I'm mad at Rain for being upset that other people like his boyfriend. These two were made for each other.
STOP IT!
Number one rule of illegal race club is we don't talk about illegal race club.
I'm ignoring the wife talk the same way I'm ignoring the colors and the singing. I am God's strongest solider.
This legit should be the end of their arc and the fact that it is not just so Rain can get kidnapped is irritating me (yes, I know he gets kidnapped because my dash said so when it was airing).
Oh, look, a sweet flashback telling me they were meant for each other right before RAIN GETS KIDNAPPED!
These colors are on my fucking neck!
*eyes popping out of my head because the colors won't let me be* Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's gonna rip that suit off of you later and fuck you on the stairs of death then ride you. Yeah, we've all heard about it, now can we get to the kidnapping plot?
The colors are coloring on these two kinksters with Payu's "I like the sound, but not to ride" line like we don't all know what that means. So glad they found each other, but WHERE IS THE KIDNAPPING?! Does it not happen in this episode?! I thought there were only six episodes in each arc. Am I watching seven of just Rain ask the same damn questions of if they like each other?! Sonsito!
The colors are coloring so hard with Rain in his white tank and pink boxers (that he wore the first time they had sex) drinking white milk and Payu in his black shirt with his black tea cup and blue jacket hanging out on the chair. I HATE IT!
THE KIDNAPPING! The title card was "Sky After Rain" so let's move this along and give me my boy already! But also, if Rain was a rich bitch, this would've never happened! A delivery man asking for help? Um . . . better go find a buddy because rich bitches don't do manual labor. Finally, I appreciate that Payu's wild ass behavior of demanding Rain answer his calls paid off by him knowing something was up when Rain didn't answer. Now can we murder this bastard already for taking this awful picture?!
A comedian said that people only kneel for two reasons: God and dick, so this man is a dick who is about to meet God because he just said that he would have his men sexually assault Rain?! DRACARYS!
I have never been more excited to see the Bed Friend baddie! Not only because he is about to end this man's life, but also because he interrupted these two love birds making googly eyes at each other in the middle of a crime scene! And now Rain just said Payu was the only one who could screw him. WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS?!
Rain is clearly a words-over-actions guy, but at this point it is OBVIOUS that Payu loves him, so I would tell him I don't love him just to be mean.
And now Rain is telling Payu he would harm him if he cheats. WITH WHOM?! The damn mechanic who has to keep running interference between you two AT HIS JOB?! Y'all are such a mess and fully belong together.
Oh thank goodness, it's my sweet summer child Sky finally!
And his red devil because Prapai has to be the red to his bestie's blue, no?
See, Rain is triflin' because Sky did not snitch on him dating Payu, yet Rain gave up his number quick. This is why I ignored their colors because Rain knows this is wrong, but at least it FINALLY gets me more Sky on my screen. The End!
HE FUCKED UP HIS CAR ON PURPOSE?! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK, PAYU?! YOU HAD THIS BOY INDEBTED TO YOU FOR WHAT?! BECAUSE HE WAS PRETTY AND YOU WANTED HIM?! WHAT WERE THE REASONS, PAYU?! WHAT?! WERE?! THE?! REASONS?!
*takes off my glasses* These after scenes got me all the way fucked up, and even though I was fine with how they ended in the car this episode, now I'm mad as hell that Payu just offered up this fun little tidbit that he jacked up Rain's car so he could see him again at the very end.
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Pushes play on episode eight
#love in the air#Pride Petty Watch#I only love Sky but I already knew that#Payu is unhinged#and Rain likes it#so like . . . good for them#but this is wild bananas having that man admit he tampered with his car#what if he had an accident?!#then the girl?!#she was there the entire time!#AND NONE OF Y'ALL SAID ANYTHING ABOUT HER!#this is a wild ride#I thought this was the safe choice#but obviously I clowned myself
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