#i’m losing my mind over this he’s showing thigh FOR FREE

[readyforthegarden]

danny can speak guitar too

[miaountainmama]

capable

characters: jing yuan, fembodied!reader contains: pwp, shameless smut, gentle sex, lots of praise. he calls you beloved and bends you over his desk and also eats you out. also he's larger than you because he's like 6'3" so sorry if you're somehow his size. minors dni or i'll eat your bones

wc: 3829

a/n: FIRST HSR POST WOOOOO boothill is my man but i wrote this for my bf. he then told me jing yuan is talking to reader like a horse. everyone stone him

“The Cloud Knights are already stretched thin as they are, so I don’t think it would be wise to dispatch them for this.”

You stare unseeing at Yanqing as he reports before the stairs in front of the desk in the Seat of Divine Foresight. On a normal day, you were a gold star employee, the perfect picture of Jing Yuan’s assistant: attentive, well-mannered, and adept at many things. However, it’s impossible to focus on Yanqing from where you stand by the railing— impossible to focus on anything but the feeling of the General’s golden eyes resting upon your form. You feel yourself being picked apart by his gaze, and though you attempt to maintain a cool facade, leaning against one of the posts of the railing, you can feel your collar getting a little hot under the unwavering attention. You can feel his eyes traveling, alternating between your face and the plush of your thighs being squeezed by your shorts. It’s an exposing feeling… not that you mind.

Jing Yuan, on the other hand, seems to have no problem paying attention to two things at once. He leans forward against his desk, his honeyed stare finally moving off of your body and back to the poor boy just doing his job. You try your best not to think about the way his hands flexed around the wooden surface, try your best not to think about how they’d feel holding you down instead. Your mouth slowly twists into a sly smirk at the idea as he opens his mouth to speak.

“I see. I suppose I will take care of this matter personally, as it seems my assistant looks a little… preoccupied at the moment. I am more than capable.”

Your eyes snap to his, losing their unfocused haze, and they narrow, a little embarrassed but not entirely displeased at being caught thinking about him. He’s already looking at you again, eyes half-lidded and glinting with mirth and unspoken hunger, and you match his expression.

“Oh… more than capable? Are we underestimating me now, General? I don’t take kindly to that, you know. Perhaps I’ll need you to show me just how… capable you can be,” you purr, wrapping your fingers around the railing and tilting your head forward to look at him through your lashes. His eyebrows raise minutely before he lets out a low rumble of a laugh from deep in his chest, looking pleased at the way you responded. He shifts forward as well, lips curling upwards, and he looks about ready to tease you right back before a voice cuts through the tension.

“Of course the General is capable. He’s the General, are you crazy?” Both of you look at Yanqing, completely oblivious to the mood in the room, and you resist the urge to sigh (and/or strangle him). Still, you take the interruption in stride. You can’t fault him for being just a boy.

“Seeing is believing, and I’m sure there’s a lot the General hasn’t shown me,” you say, not missing a beat. Yanqing looks about ready to interject again, ready to defend the General’s honor, but before he can, you hear the smooth lilt of Jing Yuan’s voice interrupt.

“It seems I haven’t been entirely open with my assistant. Yanqing, you’re free to go. I’ll work out the finer details with them. We’ll take it from here.”

“Are you sure? You don’t need me here to-”

“Yes, Yanqing, I’m sure. You have the rest of the day to do as you wish. Please, leave us,” Jing Yuan says, eyes never leaving you, and Yanqing gives a short bow and a “yes, General” before following orders, softly shutting the door and leaving the two of you alone. The two of you don’t blink, staring into each other’s eyes as you hear his quick footsteps fading away.

The moment the echoes disappear, he’s on you.

He has one large hand on your thigh, the other pulling you close by the small of your back, and your eyes immediately flutter shut in triumph. Yes, this is what you’ve been thinking of, yearning for all day. Your hands are in his hair, tugging his face closer and capturing his lips in a heated kiss, thumb brushing against the mole on his cheekbone. He’s bent over, neck craning down to reach you, and he walks you back slowly to sit you on his desk. You barely notice the cool feeling of the wood against your thighs, too preoccupied with getting more, feeling more. You reach for one of the belts around his waist, wanting to waste no time, but are stopped by Jing Yuan grabbing your wrist.

“What’s the rush, beloved?” he asks in a low voice, the slightest hint of a laugh gracing his tone. He guides your hand back up to hold his face and hair again before tilting your chin up and to the side with a finger. 

Everything Jing Yuan does to you, he does slowly. Painfully slowly, at times. This was one of those times.

“General,” you whine as he goes for where your neck meets your jaw, pressing a long, lingering kiss there. Still, he remains unbothered, though he does lightly nip at the skin with his teeth.

“Jing Yuan. You know you can call me anything you like when we’re alone,” he corrects, soothing the new red mark with his tongue. Already, he’s leaving you breathless, and you nod, feeling the heat rushing through your body at the pleasurable sensation. It’s not enough, though, and you tell him as much, pulling him closer by the hips,

“Then, Jing Yuan,” you say. “Hurry up already.”

Another kiss to your neck, another gentle laugh. “I have a whole lifetime to do as I please with you. Besides, you haven't pleaded your case convincingly enough,” he says, though he does indulge you a little by unhooking the clasp around your collar. You whine again as he pushes the fabric to the side, now pressing his lips against the crook of your neck.

“Pleaded my case? What, do you want me to beg you?” you ask, hands threading through his long white hair and tugging lightly, and you feel his lips curl into a lazy grin at the thought.

“Now that doesn’t sound so bad,” he says, punctuating his words with a squeeze to your thigh. His other hand wanders, caressing the curve of your waist, sliding upwards until it reaches the cutout in your shirt above your breasts. He moves his face from your neck as he slips his hand under the fabric, returning to kiss your lips as he cups a breast and teases a nipple with a finger. Your entire body jolts forward at the touch, back arching, and you let out a small noise into Jing Yuan’s lips as he kisses you. Again, you can feel his mouth curve into a slight smile at the action.

You’re incredibly needy by this point, heart racing, and you swear you’re probably going to have a wet spot through your shorts if he keeps going at this rate. Your core is aching for sensation, for sweet release.

“Jing Yuan,” you pant, pulling away from his kiss slightly. His eyes flutter open, meeting your gaze with his own golden eyes before he closes them again and pulls you back in, seeming just as unhurried as ever. You pull back a second time, more insistently this time.

“Jing Yuan, please,” you say, and you see something flash in his expression as his eyes open to look at you again. He reaches up to touch your face, and you realize you’ve found a sensitive spot— and you’ll exploit it as much as possible.

“Please,” you repeat, lacing your voice with as much need as possible, making sure to look directly into his eyes. On the outer rim of your vision you can see his Adam's apple bob as he swallows once, something sparking through his face a second time. Once you drop a hand down to trail along his chest, he’s done for.

“How can I refuse when you ask so sweetly?” he says, looking pleased, and he maneuvers you to stand with his hands. You follow his movements without complaint, though your face does burn as his fingers hook around the waistband of your shorts and pull down. He motions for you to sit back on the desk, so you step out of your shorts and do so, feeling the cool surface of the wood against your bare body. You swear you can feel your quickened pulse between your legs as he nudges them open and spreads them slightly, and you make a softly embarrassed noise as it displays how wet you are for him to see. However, his eyes sparkle with delight, and his right hand drops down to lightly touch you. When his finger pulls away from your core, it’s shiny from slick.

“Oh… now that’s a sight to see. Mind if I take a closer look?” he murmurs lowly, and you nod, not sure what he means but willing to let him do anything to you at this point. You blink in surprise as he drops to his knees in front of you, kneeling in between your legs, and you resist the urge to close them around his head in embarrassment as he comes face to face with your heat. He reaches out to touch again, gently spreading you open with his thumb, and your breath catches at the feeling. You say nothing, opting to let him do as he pleases, and he switches to tracing the lines of your folds with his middle finger. He’s slow, careful with it, and you feel incredibly lewd as his finger gets coated with your wetness. He traces his finger down again, and with one motion sends you reeling as he sticks it inside you to the knuckle.

He looks up at you from below, taking in your face as you watch him, your breath coming out in heavy pants as you feel your walls clenching and unclenching around his finger to adjust to the feeling. He gives you a moment of brief reprieve before he’s gently pumping it in and out, finding your clit with a thumb then leaning in to latch his lips around it. You let out a strangled moan at the feeling as he sucks on it, languidly stroking his tongue across the bud, your hands flying to his hair to steady yourself as he eats you out. It feels humiliatingly good, every slow drag of his tongue around your clit and every measured thrust of his finger sending you further into ecstasy. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand to muffle your sounds, but the moment you do so, Jing Yuan ceases in his actions, slowing to a stop and pulling away to look at you. 

“I don’t intend to hold anything back, so you shouldn’t either,” he says, coaxing you to lower your hand, and he hums in approval as you return it back to his hair. “Very good. Always so good for me.” 

He dives back in, sucking and swirling his tongue around, pumping his finger, and this time, you let your shaky moan of pleasure free. His hand tightens around your thigh when he hears it, going at you a little harder, and you respond in kind, tugging at the strands of his silky white hair. You’re so worked up that he’s getting you there embarrassingly fast— your walls begin to clench around his finger, and it doesn’t help when he slides a second one in, curled just right and hitting just the right places. His unhurried pace continues even as you suddenly jerk forward, a groan of his name leaving your lips as you release all over his fingers. Your head tilts back, mouth gasping and whimpering and making all sorts of wanton noises as your body twitches from the relentless stimulation. It’s not until your moans subdue somewhat that he pulls back, resting a cheek against your thigh and looking up at you with adoring eyes. You’re breathing heavily, eyes unfocused, though they twitch a bit when he removes his fingers from inside you. He wipes them on his pants, lightly caressing your inner thigh with the other hand. He presses a kiss to the skin there as you recover at least a little bit, though he doesn’t let you waste all the time he spent preparing you. After a few more seconds he’s smoothly climbing to his feet to tower over you again.

Jing Yuan grabs you by the hips, gently pulling you off the table. His grip is firm, and despite the slight weakness in your knees, he doesn’t let you fall.

“Careful, beloved. We can’t have you hurting yourself, now,” he says, still wearing that smug, lazy smile. You hum in acknowledgement, grabbing onto him to steady yourself, and he leans down to kiss you softly before turning you around so your back is to him. He pushes at the small of your back, carefully coaxing you to bend over at the waist over his desk and tracing down your spine as you fold over. You can feel his hands massage your hips for a brief moment before they’re gone, leaving you cold and wanting for his touch. You try your best to keep your eyes straight forward, though, looking out the window behind his desk as you hear the clink of his metal belt buckles. The belts are quickly tossed beside you on the desk, followed by the sound of fabric rustling, and your heart is pounding from anticipation as you hear him take a controlled, slow breath from behind. 

A warm hand returns to your hip, and you unconsciously lean into the touch.. “Are you ready, my love?” he asks, stepping closer, and you can feel the heat radiating from him— it makes you nearly salivate, imagining just what he’s going to do to you in a moment.

“Yeah. Please,” you reply, urging him on, and he chuckles lowly before you feel him slide his cockhead along the wetness between your legs. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head at the contact you’ve been waiting for for hours, hips bucking backwards.

“Easy, now,” he says, light laughter in his voice, though it sounds a little strained. Perhaps the need is getting to him too— it’s certainly getting to you, evident by the shallow, rushed breaths you’re taking. You don’t complain though as he coats himself in your slick, knowing it’ll help it feel better in the long run and knowing he’ll take his time no matter what you do. After he deems himself sufficiently lubricated, he holds himself steady, not quite inside you yet but prodding at your entrance. He holds still, just taking in the sight, the view of you at his complete mercy, and just when you’re about to turn around and tell him to hurry up he pushes forward, slowly, not wanting to hurt you. He’s always been large, but considering how much smaller you were than him, he feels he has to be extra careful.

Your breath hitches as he splits you open inch by inch, eyes fluttering half shut as you feel the stretch. A shaky moan leaves your lips as he bottoms out, his hands going to stroke your hips to soothe you.

“There we are. You’re doing well, beloved,” he says, voice smooth and soft, and you swear that him speaking just makes you feel that much better. He pulls back, leaving just the tip in, before lazily thrusting in again— it rips a heavy moan from deep in his chest, and, true to his word from earlier, he doesn’t hold anything back. As he sets a steady, slow pace, he’s not loud by any means, but he certainly doesn’t care to muffle his noises. His occasional groans and frequent words of praise make you clench around him, which just makes him groan even more. The room is filled with your noises, his noises, and the sound of slick skin against skin— and you get even louder when he reaches around you, swiping a finger against your wetness before beginning to gently rub at your clit. Your back arches further, head tilting back, as you let out the most debauched moan you ever have in your life. Jing Yuan chuckles from behind you.

“Does it feel good?” he teases, and your head lolls forward, a desperate whimper leaving your mouth from the feeling of him both inside and outside of you. 

“Yeah,” you whine. “So good.”

He hums in satisfaction, leaning over to press a kiss to your shoulder blade and upping his pace just a little bit. He’s certainly not going fast— it’s always been his style to carefully work you towards your climax, to enjoy the buildup rather than get you there immediately. Still, it sets pleasurable fire running through your veins, and your hands clench from where they’re holding onto the desk. Every drag of his cock inside you sends you closer to the edge, your body beginning to shake slightly. Your eyes are unseeing, too caught up in the feeling of in and out, in and out, circling around, rubbing, in and out. A warm feeling is beginning to stir in your gut, a tightness forming in your core, and you nearly salivate as you want more, need more. 

“Jing Yuan,” you whimper, wanting to convey as such but not having the capability to utter more than a few words at a time. “Jing Yuan,” you try again, and you hear the smile in his voice as he gently shushes you, thumb caressing your hip.

“It’s all right, my love, I understand. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, and he begins to snap his hips deeper, still gentle but deeper. It rips a strangled moan from your throat, your eyelids fluttering, and that pleasured feeling grows tenfold. Your moans grow more frequent, more desperate, and you clench around him, trying your best to hold yourself back from cumming too fast. You’re breathing heavily, trying to control yourself, but then you feel him lean in over you again, murmuring close into your ear.

“You don’t have to hold back, beloved. Go ahead. I promise it’ll feel better,” he says, voice all warm and soft, and you take his words in stride— who are you to deny your General? A few more thrusts, a few more circles on your clit and you’re gone, neck snapping backwards as you let out a choked wail of pleasure, electricity flying through your entire body as your hands nearly leave imprints in the surface of the desk. Your vision blurs, likely due to the crystalline tears that have sprung to your eyes, and your back arches as your body seizes. Jing Yuan holds you steady, murmuring placating praises as your hips buck. He doesn’t stop his motions, fucking you through your high, and you swear your knees almost give out on you as the heat just doesn’t stop. Even once the ecstasy dulls somewhat, your moans subsiding by just a hair, pleasure remains, and you want him to keep going, keep going until you’re spent, until he’s spent, until the both of you collapse. You yourself are probably near the point of collapse at this point, legs like jelly, and, sensing this from where he’s half holding you up, Jing Yuan nudges one of your legs up so you’re half perched on his desk now.

“Careful, my love,” he says, still thrusting lazily into you, and you just whine back, now resting all your weight on the wood surface. He readjusts the hand that circles your clit to the new position, and the type of friction changes— all your nerves feel like they fry in response. Behind you, Jing Yuan’s breathing has deepened, though it remains steady and controlled. Only you know that it means he’s close— he only sounds this disciplined, this restrained when he’s trying not to cum. Occasionally, deep “mmmhh”s and “ah”s leave his lips, though they’re quiet, and Aeons, the thought of him letting go is so hot it makes your walls flutter and pulse around him. 

“Oh, beloved,” he groans at the feeling, hands tightening around your hips, and his thrusts are starting to get a bit sloppy, a little less rhythmic. The heat rises between the two of you, the air growing more frantic, and both of you are close, so close— you whimper his name, and his movements are getting shallower, a little more rapid. He leans down, pressing more of his body against yours, as if he’s suddenly desperate to feel you against him. One of his hands leaves your hip to brace himself against the desk, holding himself above you, and you can feel the feverish temperature radiating off his skin. His head lolls, a needy, strangled groan escaping his mouth, and that’s all it takes for the feeling to become unbearable again.

You come for the third time, and this time it’s the strongest it’s been— your noises reflect that. For a second you worry it sounds like you’re getting killed, but it feels so good you can’t even care. The noises are guttural, from deep in your chest, and as your hands tense you can feel Jing Yuan’s hand tense on your hip as well. 

“Ah, beloved,” he moans shamelessly into your ear, and then he’s gone too, delivering a thrust deep into you as you feel him spurt thick ropes of cum inside you. He doesn’t stop moving, still lazily grinding into you, both of you moaning, you whimpering as the pleasure plateaus and you become sensitive. Your hips jerk backwards, and he lets out a breathy, pleasure-coated laugh, following you and not letting up.

“Jing Yuan, too much, sensitive,” you gasp, and at this he finally slows, eventually coming to a stop still buried inside you. You’re panting, shaking slightly, and he hums in appreciation, straightening up with a groan and reaching forward to run a hand along the back of your shoulder. You both just stand there for a minute, breathing hard, before he sighs slightly in satisfaction and slowly pulls out, taking all his warmth with him. You make a disgruntled noise at the loss, though you know you can’t stay like this forever, and he gently rights you as well, tucking himself back into his pants. You turn to face him, sitting back on the desk while you recover, and watch as he leaves you to walk across the room, rummaging around for a second before returning with a glass of water.

“So, my dear assistant. Have I shown you how capable I can be, then?” he asks, that gleam in his eye returning, and you laugh, taking the glass from him and taking a big sip.

“Yeah. I dare say you have.”

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Ok I know you said time won't make them nicer to each other.

But I need her reaction to Carlos being diagnosed with appendicitis. Maybe she's the one that takes him to the hospital?!

The Uphill Battle {2} || CS55

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, name calling, angst

WC: 2.9k

Part One

Carlos was grumpier than usual. And that was saying something since he had been in a mood since the news broke about Lewis taking his seat. You could understand that after losing seats to guys all the time before getting a spot in the Academy. Carlos, however, was not used to that feeling and it showed as he pushed himself harder at each training.

“You’re too weak,” he taunted as you wiped the sweat from your brow and started another set of reps with trembling arms. “It’s like you don’t even want to be in F1.”

You let the weight bar fall into the shelf and sat up. “Go project yourself onto someone else, you miserable shit.”

After taking second place at the feature race in Bahrain you had shown you had the drive for F1, but it didn’t seem to change his training approach. He was still firmly on the path of insult until you explode and prove him wrong. To be fair, it had worked so far.

A muscled arm, followed by a bare chest, blocked your way when you stood up, a sneer pulling at his lips. “You’re not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking. Now get out of my way, you have free practice to get ready for.”

He looked at the clock on the wall and sighed. He hadn’t meant to let time get away from him but when he found you in the gym he decided to finish his warm up routine alongside you. It had been a mistake because he couldn’t help but pester and critique you until he completely forgot what he was meant to be doing.

“Fine, but you need to stay and finish your set. That was just embarrassing to watch.”

“I’m done. With you. And with your training. Go fuck yourself, Junior.” You shoved past him, your elbow connecting with his gut, before you made your way to the stack of towels. You felt his presence follow you to the changing rooms and he closed the door to the shower cubicle.

“You’re done when I say you are done,” Carlos growled, turning you to face him before he pressed your back to the cold tile wall.

You tipped your head back and laughed darkly. “Only for the next nine months, then I’m Lewis’ problem. Or, maybe I’ll get the golden boy as my PT. Charles seems sweet and kind, I wouldn’t mind testing his patience.”

“Listen here, you little-” Whatever threat you would have ignored was lost as you flipped the handle of the cold tap and washed it gush out of the showerhead and straight into Carlos’ face.

“You were saying?”

“Brat.” The timber in his voice had the desired effect as his hand enveloped your throat and pulled you under the cold spray. His lips crashed against yours and his thigh nudged your legs apart, your hips riding the thick muscle as you kissed him back just as passionately. “I really hate you.”

You grinned, but it was more a baring of teeth ready to sink into his skin. “I don’t even hate you, that’s how little I feel about you.”

His palm glided over your ribs, touching the flesh bared by the sports bra you trained in, and slipped between the waistband of your shorts. His fingers spread your folds and curled into your core as your head fell back against the tiles.

“You feel something,” Carlos chuckled, dipping his head down to leave his mark on the swell of your breast. “Or you wouldn’t feel so fucking wet.”

“God I hate it when you open your mouth, just fuck me already.”

Carlos pulled the elastic waistband and let it snap back against your skin. The twanging pain was instant but then it was gone as he dragged the material down your legs. Another ache flared as he sunk his teeth into the soft supple skin on your thigh and you cried out at the heat that radiated from the indents he left behind.

“Fucking savage,” you growled, but you both knew how much you liked it that way.

“Sticks and stones, malcriada.”

You were needy, impatient, and well aware someone would come looking for Carlos as the countdown to free practice began. The lure of a verbal repartee would have to wait if you wanted some pleasure to balance out the pain in the arse that was Carlos. You pushed Carlos onto the bench where your dry towel had been abandoned and he lifted his hips for you to drag his shorts off.

“You gonna ride this di-“ You slapped your hand over his mouth to silence him and straddled his hips, sinking down on his cock with a moan that echoed around the changing room.

“Be a good boy and keep the commentary to yourself if you want a happy ending,” you warned as you let your hand fall to his shoulder and started to roll your hips. He heeded your words and bit his bottom lip to keep from saying something that would leave him with blue balls.

His hands gripped your waist and guided you up and down, setting rhythm that had you bouncing on his dick and an orgasm quickly building. The heat flashing across your body was the perfect contrast to the droplets of cold water collecting on your back and shivering down your spine.

“Fuck, harder,” you begged as your head fell back and he grazed his teeth over your throat. Your gasp filled the small cubicle as he nipped sharply at your skin and you raked your nails down his chest, earning a deep groan from his parted lips. The pained sound made your cunt clench and flutter before he suddenly stood up and turned you to face the wall. The emptiness within your body was quickly filled with the snap of his hips and his hand slapped over your mouth to muffle the cry at the sudden fullness.

“Shut up and take it,” he ordered quietly in your ear. “This is what you asked for.”

Carlos’ hands fell to your hips, bruising your skin with their harsh grip as he pounded into you. The slap of your bodies colliding filled the small space and your eyes rolled back into your head as your legs began to tremble. Your breathing deepened and you forgot where you were as your mind emptied and your body exploded.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Carlos moaned, your walls tightening around him with your orgasm. A wordless grunt warmed your ear before he sealed his lips over your racing pulse and left his mark while he filled your cunt.

Your forehead pressed to the cool tile as you regained your breath and Carlos pulled out, chuckling as he watched his cum leak down your still trembling thighs. “God, you’re a whore.”

“That’s more of an insult to you, desperado,” you teased. “Should I send the invoice to you or Sainz Senior?”

You forced yourself upright and stepped under the cold spray to see his smirk fade as you washed his seed away. You both jumped at the loud knock on the bathroom door and a voice called out, “Carlos, are you in there? You’re going to be late.”

“Just a sec,” Carlos shouted back before attempting to step under the now warm spray. You cast your hands out, splaying your fingers across his torso, catching the pained wince that crossed his face.

“Tsk, tsk, Daddy’s calling,” you said with a shake of your head.

He looked down at himself, the evidence of what transpired glistening on his cock. “Seriously?”

It was your turn to smirk and push him back further before waving him off. “Good luck.”

Free practice was already underway by the time you finished showering and changing into fresh Ferrari merch. No one really paid you any mind as you found a good spot on the balcony above the pit lane and watched the final 30 minutes of track time.

Despite there being better performers, your eyes kept being drawn back to your PT and the lowly 7th place he finished. You had catalogued a list of insults for him and went down to the debrief room ready to rule him up when you found him leaning against the corridor wall. Lines from his balaclava creased his cheeks and his eyes screwed shut as he clutched a hand to his stomach.

“Don’t think playing sick will let you off the hook for that performance,” you said as you crossed your arms.

There was no humour in his face, no wry amusement that usually came with your insults. Instead, he silently pushed off from the wall and made his way on towards the briefing room.

You kind of felt bad as you left the track and returned to the hotel. There had been a misstep in the turbulent dance that had been going on for months and you were left unsettled by it. Nothing on the tv could distract you enough that you finally gave up and took the elevator to Carlos’ floor. It was late but you figured he would still be awake as you knocked on his door.

“You look like shit,” you greeted, but your voice was thick with concern. “What’s wrong?”

Sweat beaded on his forehead and the sickly sheen covered his bare chest too. Reaching out, you felt his skin burning like a furnace and he swayed on his feet before leaning on the doorway.

“You don’t care, so just go,” he rasped, his voice pained and weak.

You rolled your eyes and stepped around him to see a sick bowl on the coffee table with some painkillers beside it and a rumpled blanket spread over the couch. He made to follow but he could barely hold himself up and it was only your arms that kept him collapsing. “Fuck sake, Carlos, you need a hospital.”

“Just need sleep,” he argued. His body shivered and his throat worked to swallow but you had been through enough hangovers to know what was coming. You leapt for the sick bowl and barely got it under his face before he hurled up the bright blue electrolyte drink that you spotted on the table.

“Where’s your phone and your keys?” He peeked up from the bowl pitifully and he saw the determined look on your face before pointing to the kitchen. “Can you stand on your own? Don’t look so offended, it’s a reasonable question in your state.”

“I’m fine.”

“And I’m Max Verstappen.” You let go of him for a second to see if he would crumple to the carpet but he seemed to hold himself on pure stubbornness so you dashed to the kitchen to dump the bowl in the sink and grab his belongings.

“Planning on robbing me too?” he asked as he noticed you grabbed his wallet too.

“Since I’m apparently a whore, you owe me a hefty debt,” you muttered sarcastically. “It’s for your ID, asshole.”

Carlos didn’t deign to respond as he curled one arm around your shoulders, leaning heavily into your embrace, and the other clutched his abdomen.

“You’ve been in pain since practice, haven’t you?”

“Maybe…can we just go?”

You pocketed his things and took as much weight as you could off him, using every ounce of your strength training as you guided him to the elevator. It was strange to see him so reserved in the elevator mirror as it headed down to the underground car park and it was even stranger to sit in the driver seat of his car.

“Please don’t crash it,” he murmured as you started it up and headed out into the street.

“I know you don’t believe it, but I am actually a decent driver,” you muttered. The city traffic was busy 24/7 but the satnav came in handy with the directions to the emergency room at the nearest hospital. “Should I call your dad?”

“No. It’s probably nothing but a stomach bug.”

That ‘probably nothing’ turned out to be acute appendicitis. You could have laughed at how spectacularly wrong Carlos was but you were too worried as he was wheeled away to surgery and you were left to make a phone call.

‘Do not call him Daddy Sainz,’ you reminded yourself as you entered the passcode on Carlos’ phone and hoped he wasn’t too delusional to get it right. Thankfully it unlocked and you went to his contacts. “Hello, Mr Sainz?”

“Who is this?” he asked worriedly.

“It’s Y/N, I drive for Ferrari in the Academy, uh, Carlos is my Mentor.”

“Where is my son? Why do you have his phone?”

“He’s at the hospital. They’re just taking him into surgery now to remove his appendix.”

The elder Sainz must had put you on speakerphone as you heard the noises at his end increase. “Which hospital? Why are you only calling me now?”

“King Fahad Armed Forces and you’re welcome, by the way, if it wasn’t for me your son would still be curled up on the couch in his room until it burst.”

“He said you had an attitude,” the old man muttered quietly before he resigned himself to a sigh. “Thank you. I’ll be there soon.”

You sent him the ward number that Carlos would be brought through when he was out of surgery and tried to make yourself comfortable on a vinyl chair. It must have been cozy enough as you dozed off, only waking when a nurse tapped your shoulder and smiled sweetly. “Mr Sainz is on his way up now, the operation went well.”

You rubbed your eyes and thanked her as you sat up to see almost two hours had passed. It was then you noticed a pair of brown eyes were watching curiously from across the room.

“Have you been watching me sleep?” you asked as you stretched and cracked your back.

The old man snorted a laugh and put down the almost empty styrofoam cup of black coffee. “You don’t need to wait, I can look after him from here.”

“And ruin my perfect posture for nothing? I’m fine waiting a bit longer.” You stood up and made your way to the percolator jug of black sludge and poured yourself a cup too before pacing the room. “Have you been talking with the other teams yet?”

His eyes followed you back and forth like he was trying to pick your brain apart. “About what?”

“2025. He’s too good for his F1 career to end now.”

The old man stood up too and refilled his cup. “Would you like milk and sugar?” he asked when he noticed your face scrunch at the first sip.

“Just a tiny dash of milk please, no sugar. I like my coffee like I like my men: a little dark and bitter.”

He chuckled and poured a small amount of milk into your cup before returning to his seat. “I can see why my son likes you.”

You spluttered on your mouthful and hurried to swallow the hot liquid. “You must be thinking about someone else. Carlos and I just about have a mutual understanding, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say he borderline hates me.”

“Can’t be too many female Ferrari drivers that he mentors from the Academy, because I sincerely remember his comment about her,” the old man teased, crossing one leg over the other and staring over the rim of his cup. His eyebrow arched, daring you to correct him until he took the silence with an air of smugness.

Sounds grew along the quiet ward and soon Carlos was wheeled in on a hospital bed, parking into the empty space that had been between the two chairs. Though he looked a little sleepy, Carlos was awake and he smiled dopily from where he lay looking up at you.

“The doctors said your testicle retrieval went well.”

His smile broke with a deep laugh and he turned to look at his amused dad. “I see you met her.”

“I did.” Carlos Senior stood up and kissed his son’s forehead. “I’m glad you had her to take care of you, son. I’ll give you a few moments alone.”

You frowned as his dad left the room, waiting for the door to close quietly behind him. “What the hell were you thinking! Why didn’t you say anything? You could have died!”

Carlos shrugged and shifted carefully to get comfortable on this pillow behind his head. “We don’t exactly have the sort of relationship where we talk about things.”

You huffed and lifted his head, fluffing the pillow before shoving it back into place. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Back to the insults, finally.” The sick bastard smiled happily and settled into the pillow with a contented sigh. “For a moment I thought I died and went to heaven.”

“Not funny.”

“Was so, you just care about me too much to laugh. Admit it, you would’ve missed me.” He opened his hand and inched it closer to the edge of the bed.

“They must have given you the strong stuff, you’re clearly delusional,” you said with a roll of your eyes but placed your hand into his palm and he closed his fingers around them. “Your dad seems to think you like me.”

Carlos yawned and closed his eyes, but a smile played on his lips. “That’s probably the beginning of dementia. Don’t get your hopes up.”

“Trust me, I wasn’t,” you chuckled. A few moments of silence filled the room before a soft snore broke the quiet. Careful not to wake him, you kissed his cheek and whispered, “I’m glad you’re okay, Junior.”

“Knew it,” he said as he cracked one eye open and grinned.

You let go of his hand and dropped into your chair with an annoyed huff. “Asshole.”

“Brat.”

[jobean12-blog]

Insatiable

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Vampire AU)

Word Count: 893

Summary: Bucky will never tolerate any harm coming to you and he will do anything to protect you.

Author's Note: Another little piece for Kinktober! I can never leave out my favorite AU and Vampire!Bucky is one of my fave kinks! 🫠🔥 The inspiration for this came from Castlevania season 1- if you haven't seen the show it doesn't matter, I just love the idea of Dracula losing his mind bc anyone tries to hurt his love. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: soft sweetness, mentions of b-l-oo-d, fi-g-e-r-in-g, p-in-v, Vampire!Bucky bc he's just so hot lol

Vampire AU Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

His blue eyes pierce the darkness of night as he gazes down on the slumbering village, unmoving on the large balcony even as you approach.

“I was wondering where you had gone,” you whisper as you curl yourself against him. “I hate being in bed without you.”

He removes his gaze from the village and settles it on you, the radiant skin of his brow furrowing when he sees your bare skin.

With a tsk of disapproval he removes his shirt and drapes it over your shoulders, cocooning you with its warmth as he presses you against his body. He drags his eyes away from you and stares back out over the village.

You lay a palm on his bare chest, feeling nothing but his cool skin. “Talk to me.”

He rests his hand over yours. “I’m going to burn that city to the ground.”

The words come out in a rumble of a warning, his eyes glowing and his fangs elongating.

“No,” you state, sliding in front of him so you can draw his attention. “You’re not.”

With a sly smile his focus returns to you. “Is that so doll?”

He cages you against the iron railing of the balcony and ghosts his fingers along your collarbone, moving higher until he pushes his shirt from your shoulder.

“Mm hm,” you hum, pressing yourself closer to him.

His dark eyelashes kiss his cheeks as he feels every inch of your naked body and his hands glide along your curves.

But when he speaks the next words his grip tightens and his eyes flash. “But they tried to take you from me. Tried to take the only thing that makes this eternity worth enduring.”

“James,” you whisper, brushing your fingertips along his jaw. “They didn’t succeed. You saved me. I’ll always be safe with you.”

His fingers ghost over your hip to grab your elbow before they continue sliding along your arm until he catches your wrist in his hand and leans his cheek into your palm.

“They need to pay for what they’ve done,” he murmurs as he lifts your hand and presses his lips to each fingertip. “I will make them bleed.”

“You can’t punish all of them for the wrong doings of only a few.”

“I can,” he says, his voice deep and powerful. “Besides doll,” he croons, his smirk growing, “how do you plan to stop me?”

Your own grin graces your features as you remove your hand from his and take his wrist, sliding his fingers down between your breasts and along your stomach.

His breath hitches ever so slightly as his eyes track the movement.

“A distraction,” he simpers.

You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and nod.

“For the rest of eternity?” he teases.

“Are you complaining?” you ask when his fingers meet the apex of your thighs.

You release his hand and he doesn’t move, his touch teasing.

“If I could stay buried inside you forever,” he murmurs, nipping lightly along your throat with his fangs, “I would.”

You shiver and spread your legs wider when his fingers dip lower. His free hand slides firmly around your neck and his fangs still hover above your delicate skin as he runs his nose the length of your throat, inhaling your scent into his lungs.

“You smell good enough to eat,” he hums when he slips two fingers inside you.

Your head rolls to the side, exposing more of your neck as you thrust your hips onto his fingers, whispered pleas for more falling from your parted lips.

“You tempt the beast inside me doll,” he growls.

“I want you…every way I can have you James.”

The drag of his fingers is slow, torturous and purposeful.

His cool lips graze along your jaw before they find yours and he draws out every breath from your lungs, pushing harder and deeper with his fingers.

“James,” you gasp as your legs start to tremble.

Without warning he pulls his fingers from inside you and lifts them between your bodies, the moonlight illuminating his glistening skin. He brings them to his lips, licking and sucking them clean of every last drop with a satisfied growl.

“They tried to take you from me,” he repeats, his eyes growing darker even as a soft glow surrounds his irises. “Tried to take this from me.”

As he speaks the words he grabs your thigh and spreads you open, lifting your leg and wrapping it around his waist. He fills you in one hard thrust, your back arching and bending back over the railing.

He holds you in his embrace, his hips still as he nips and sucks along the swell of your breasts.

“James…please,” you beg.

When his lips reach your pulse point he bites down hard enough to draw blood, his fangs caressing the spot before he soothes it with his tongue.

“You would have me do nothing when they try to take everything from me?” he whispers into your skin, his voice raspy with need. “I can’t lose you.”

He starts to move; each roll of his hips deliberate as he chokes out the next words and wraps his hand more tightly around your neck, drawing you impossibly closer.

“I can’t lose you and I’ll do anything to protect my Angel. Even if it means I have to be the Devil.”

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @goldylions @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @lizette50

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Okay so like, I’ve never requested anything so I don’t really even expect you to see this lol. But likeeee, can I possibly request a Din Djarin x reader, where neither the reader or Din know Grogu has the armor under his robe that the armorer gave him, and something happens where Grogu gets hurt and they both lose their minds before getting to him and realizing little dude is just fine. Please and thank you 🥹

Ooooh this is a good prompt. Speaking of, if you've asked for one then it's probably on my to-do list, but i am slow🤡. plus, updates of AFS and a couple other things come before random drabbles.

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k (i dont think I'm capable of writing less than a thousand words apparently smh)

AT FAULT

"don't let fear make your decisions." -Michael G. Manning

The quarry was laid on his back as a pool of purple blood began to settle in the sand under him. The twi'lek was motionless and your breathing was finally starting to calm. In one arm you held Grogu who seemed nonplussed by the violence at hand and in your other you held the still smoking blaster. When you managed to tear your eyes off the quarry's body they lifted to land on Din who stood stiff on the other side of the body.

"What the kriff was that?" Din snapped. His entire body was drawn taut like a wired rope pulled to tight. He was nearly vibrating in place and the anger that leaked into his voice was palpable. "Karking⏤ what the hell do you think you're doing out here!?"

His tone made your already irritable mood worse. You stuck the rarely used blaster back into the holster at your thigh. "Apparently, saving you! Maybe show a little gratitude!"

"Grati⏤” The word wasn’t even able to leave Din’s mouth. He stormed forward, boots passing the dead quarry, until he stood right in front of you. Close enough that the Mandalorian was forcing you to tilt your head up to look at him. You knew he stood that close on purpose⏤ he wanted to tower over you right now. “The two of you could’ve gotten killed! I told you not to leave the Razor Crest!”

“We’ve been on that ship for two weeks straight, Din!” You argued. “We just wanted a little fresh air⏤”

“I told you this quarry was dangerous, I said⏤”

“All your quarries are dangerous, Din. You⏤”

“When I tell you to stay on the damn ship,” Din grabbed your by the arm not holding Grogu, “I expect you to kriffing listen. Dank farrik, cyar’ika.” The way he spat out your usual nickname made you wince. “I told you this quarry was bad news⏤”

“And I told you that you shouldn't have taken the bounty!” You yelled and tried to yank your arm free. Din held on tight, and Grogu began to babble worriedly in your arms. “I told you we should take a break! Take a breath! We all need it, even you. Especially, you!”

You yanked your arm back again and this time it broke free. Din settled on placing his hands on his hips, but you could still feel his anger radiating off of him. Tempers had been running high the last few weeks, stuck on a close quarter ship while stressing over the Empire being on your heels, and it seemed the two of you were finally letting it come to a head. 

“It’s naive of you to think we have the time for a break.” Din seethed. “I take bounties so we can afford fuel to run, food to eat, and⏤” He shook his head, taking in a sharp breath before continuing. “You tell me to show you gratitude? Gratitude because you risked yours and Grogu’s life for me?” Din took one step toward you and you took two steps back so he stayed a foot or so away. He pointed to himself. “Everything I do, my only priority, is keeping you and Grogu safe. Away from the Empire. So, how about you show a little gratitude and stay on the damn ship when I tell you to.”

Grogu whined in your arms and you shifted him to the other in a poor attempt to console him. You weren’t ready to climb onto the Razor Crest quite yet. You weren’t done with this fight. Din’s anger and words only spurring you on further.

“You think I’m not grateful for all you do?” You spat. “Of course, I am, you ass! I just hate watching you burn yourself into the ground for us. You need to take care of yourself too, Din. That involves taking a break now and then! That’s why I suggested leaving this bounty untouched. I just want to help.”

Din nodded once then tilted his head. “Right. Yeah. Putting Grogu and yourself at risk was a lot of help. I feel much better. Thank you, cyar’ika.”

You scoffed, “You know what, Din? You are⏤”

The sound of an unfamiliar chuckle and your eyes snapped from the dark t-shape visor to the quarry sitting up with a menacing grin. It took less than a second. It happened so quickly that your mind couldn’t register the movements fast enough.

A blaster raised.

A blaster fired.

And, you didn’t have the time to spin away. The force of the blaster bolt knocked you right off your feet and onto the ground. 

You heard Din scream, the sound hoarse and raw and broken, then you heard another blaster go off. As you laid on your back, you realized you weren’t hurting. Your back was a little sore from landing on it, but you didn’t feel the sharp burning pain of a blaster scorching through your skin. That’s when your brain finally clicked. That’s when you realized. Grogu. Oh, Maker. Grogu. Grogu, baby⏤ Your eyes snapped down to see the little boy’s eyes closed and the front of his robe was blackened from the blow.

The scream that filled the air this time was yours. You felt the sound reverberate in the base of your throat, it rattled your chest, but the only noise you could hear was the racing heartbeats that pounded in your ears. You sat up, cradling him to your chest, and you could feel gloved hands pawing at your arms. Someone was trying to take him⏤ someone was trying to take him from you. You screamed once more, your body shook, and a gloved hand cupped the side of your face. Nothing registered until you saw Grogu blink his big eyes open. Your breath caught in your throat. That same gloved hand pulled aside Grogu’s ruined robe and the telltale shine of beskar stared back up at you. A mudhorn adorning the plate that Grogu wore at the center of his chest.

Grogu let out a soft mumble and smiled up at you. 

“Oh, thank the Maker.” Din breathed. “Cyar’ika. Cyar’ika? Cyari’ka!” A hand titled your face up, tearing your eyes away from Grogu who was wiggling in your tight grip. You met the dark t-shape visor of Din’s helmet. “Are you okay? Did it clip you? Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and opened your mouth, but all that came out was a ragged sob. Even after Din pulled you both into his arms, you continued to cry against his silver beskar plated chest until your own chest ached from how badly each sob racked your body. Grogu seemed content to be squashed between you and Din. 

Hours later, in the quiet of hyperspace, Din sat in the pilot’s chair with you on his lap, cradled against his body, while you held Grogu tight to yours. It seemed since the incident Din refused to let either of you go, and you had no desire to complain. Having his arms wrapped around you while you watched Grogu sleep was the safest you had ever felt.

“I’m so sorry, Cyar’ika.” Din whispered. His unmodulated words were muffled by the way he rested his face at the top of your head⏤ buried his lips into your hair to continue peppering light kisses anywhere he had access. In this position, your head tucked under his, you couldn’t see his face. “I am so, so sorry.”

You shook your head lightly. When you spoke, your voice was ragged from screaming earlier, “No, I am. I should’ve listened to you, Din. I should’ve stayed on the ship.” Your eyes began to water again. “I almost got Grogu killed.”

“No. No, that wasn’t your fault. Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut.” Din mumbled the end of his sentence in Mando’a. “You were right. I shouldn’t have taken that bounty. I can’t lose the two of you and I’ve grown… obsessive in trying to protect you.”

“It’s worked. You’ve kept us safe. If I had listened to you⏤”

“You’re not prisoners. I can’t lock you away from the world because of my fear.” Din cut in. You let your free hand trace down the small bridge of Grogu’s nose and he scrunched it up at the contact while staying soundly in his sleep. Nothing Din would say could rid you of this guilt entirely. If he wanted to claim the mistake he could, but that didn’t make it any less your fault as well. “Please speak to me.”

You closed your eyes and lifted your head so you could press a kiss against Din’s throat. He shuddered and sighed at the touch. “Can we just agree that this is both of our faults?”

“We can.” Din shrugged, his arms tightened around you. “But I'd rather you not take any of the blame.”

“Yes, well, unfortunately as we’ve learned, I’m not good at listening.” You mumbled.

Din chuckled. “Good. I don’t want you to blindly listen to me. Your ideas are equally as good as mind, if not occasionally better.” He closed the space to press a soft kiss against yours. It was sweet and tender. Not a declaration of lust or desire, but a reassurance that you were there. Din broke away to whisper. “But if you could at least let me know when you are leaving the ship, I’d appreciate it.”

“Only if you promise to take us somewhere pretty soon.”

“I’m already ahead of you, cyar’ika.” As he spoke, his lips brushed against yours and you had no desire to lean back away from him. Din moved his hand and you could feel his hand brush against the side of your arm every time he soothingly rubbed Grogu’s head. “Crest is on route to Naboo.”

You pressed another light peck of your lips against his before leaning your head back down against his chest. Din settled his head back on top of yours, and you felt the soft caress of his thumb against your arm from the hand that was wrapped around you. Din pulled you and Grogu a hair closer, and you reveled in the silence of hyperspace.

"Also, when did Grogu get a mudhorn beskar chestplate?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

mando'a translations

Ner mesh'la cyar'ika, ibic hara cuyir pal'vut. [My beautiful darling, this sin is mine.]

[decembermidnight]

Bad Attitude

Summary: While on patrol duty, you chase a suspect starship but end up crashing on a freezing planet. Its pilot, a Mandalorian, rescues you, but he doesn't like your attitude towards him and makes sure you understand who is in charge.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: smut, 18+ mdni, teasing, dom!din, brat!reader, brat tamer!din, Din is really an asshole here lol, improper use of the darksaber, lots of dirty talk, oral (m receiving), breath play, choking, fingering, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, degradation kink, praise kink, creampie

A/N: Loosely based on The Passenger episode and super canon divergent. I just had fun having nasty thoughts! Reblogs and comments are always welcome!! Hope you enjoy it!

Divider: @saradika-graphics

Masterlist - Read on Ao3

You… You really did have to follow that ship on this forsaken planet, didn't you?

You couldn't just listen to your partner Carson for once when he warned you to let it go.

Chasing that Razor Crest despite the bad weather on Maldo Kreis was not the smartest idea. Not smart at all, in fact. 

You were only supposed to ask the pilot why his ship was in the proximity of that prison, Bothan-5, when that officer was killed, but he ran away as soon as he heard that name. You immediately started recklessly chasing that old piece of junk in the hostile atmosphere of this awful, unwelcoming planet, and next thing you know your Starfighter crashed, compromising the integrity of the hatch, you’re cut off from your partner and you’ll likely freeze to death before he can come rescue you. Could it get any worse?

It turns out it can.

Just when you switch the radio off, resigned to accept the unavoidable fate, your eyes seem to catch something dark in the snowstorm. At first you assume it’s just your mind playing tricks on you, but when you take a better look, you see it - there’s a dark figure approaching your ship. It must be him - the Razor Crest pilot. As he gets closer, you notice he’s wearing armour, a Mandalorian armour, and you’ve heard the stories about those deadly warriors. You probably made him angry with your insistent pursuit and now he might be killing you so as not to leave witnesses.

You are so fucked. This is the worst day of your life, and also the last.

He lifts the damaged hatch of your ship and looks at you, exposing you to the freezing air of the blizzard. You stare back at him - his broad figure completely towers over yours, but you try not to look intimidated by him.

"Razor Crest, is that you?" you say in a secure tone, wanting to appear tough.

"Yeah." the modulated voice answers as you feel his dark visor lingering on your figure.

"Came here to finish the job?" you try to sneakily grab your blaster in a desperate attempt to defend your life, determined not to die without fighting, or at least, not without trying. 

"Not if you don't try anything stupid like that. Put it down." says in an authoritative tone, his right hand instinctively goes on the holster of his blaster. You quickly realise this is not the moment for heroism if you want to survive. 

"Don't give me orders. I'm a New Republic officer." you reply firmly.

He scoffs and shakes his head in disdain.

"Dear officer, take a good look around. This frozen tomb doesn't look like New Republic territory to me." he goads you "Now quit it and let's go to my ship."

"Who says I want to come with you?"

"Come on, I’m freezing my ass off, for fuck’s sake." he loses no time in ripping your seatbelt and life support system off your body before grabbing you and carrying you over on his shoulder.

"Put me down! You're so rude!" you protest and try to kick him, but he blocks your legs in the tight grasp of his free arm, immobilising you.

"So far I've been more kind than you deserve. If you keep acting like that, I'll show you how rude I can be." his grip is firm and strong as he gives a warning squeeze to your thigh.

You do not want to admit it, but you feel a thrill of excitement at that - he doesn’t care about the fact that you're a law enforcer, he’s treating you like the scum he’s used to. He probably wants to trade your life for his freedom with Carson later - you’re his hostage now.

When you reach his ship, he finally puts you down. You take off your helmet and look at the Mandalorian that so unceremoniously saved you from certain death earlier.

You realise how much taller than you he is, his armour making him even broader than what he already is. Your eyes can't help lingering on his body in wonder at how strong he must be, how the shiny beskar perfectly completes his thick masculine figure, only adding to his already imposing stance, perfectly concealing his body, making him massive and statuesque. His suit is tight around the arms, you can see the outline of his thick, strong biceps. If only he wasn’t a criminal, if only you weren’t a New Republic officer, if only he wasn’t a complete cunt…

"You done?" a low, baritonal voice interrupts your dirty thoughts.

"Excuse me?" you raise a brow.

"I asked if you're done checking me out."

“What?! I wasn’t-” you lie and you both know it. You do not feel so cold anymore, your cheeks feel hot all of a sudden.

“Yeah. Sure.” the asshole teases as he rests against the wall of his ship, looking at you with crossed arms.

“You hurt?” he then asks.

“No, I’m fine.”

"Good. Let's go up to the cockpit, then. It's warmer up there." 

He climbs up the ladder and when the door closes behind him, you take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself, and follow him. 

When you get in the small room, you find him sitting in the pilot chair facing the windshield with crossed arms and legs spread wide. You settle on his side, standing with crossed arms and gaze fixed on his body. He’s as still and silent as a statue, unreadable under that helmet - is he really relaxed as he wants you to think, or is he carefully studying you? 

"Don't look at me that way." says without moving a muscle.

"How?"

"Same way you've been looking at me since we got on the ship."

"What are you implying?"

"Don't act like you don't know." he turns towards you and stands up, making you imperceptibly startle. He looks imposing and menacing, his helmet slightly tilted observing you.

"You don't trust me one bit, do you?" he scoffs and shakes his head.

"You assaulted that prison and killed that poor man. He was a New Republic officer, just like me. Why should I trust you?”

“Because I didn’t do it.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“What will you do when you find out I was right all along?” the way he doesn’t lose his cool is fascinating, to a degree.

"You’re not. If you were innocent, you wouldn’t have run away and we wouldn't be here now."

He tilts his helmet to the side once again as he looks at you. His gaze and his confidence make you feel hot and uncomfortable at the same time - you wouldn’t want to give out the undeniable way his stoic charm is affecting you, but you hate the way he's been treating you.

"Yeah, we wouldn't be here." he lets out in an allusive tone as he walks one single step forward while you take one back, ending up against the wall. He's so damn tall and broad and… and you're getting so wet. 

You look into his dark visor, feeling his gaze lingering on your body. You can feel the tension, the atmosphere in the cockpit becoming unbearable. It's getting hard to breathe, heat radiating from both of your bodies as you never stop looking at each other. While his sight is unreadable, yours is unmistakably libidinous, your heart pounding in your chest and your pussy throbbing with need, but you're both too proud to surrender first.

"I guess not. You coward." you let out in a far too flirtatious way as you look at him with shameless lust.

"What did you just call me?!" he rasps, sounding so provocative. 

"Coward. That's what you are. Running away from me when I was chasing you and taking me hostage when I was so vulnerable.”

“Shut up.”

“So big and tough in your shiny armour, but you run away as soon as you see a New Republic patrol. I should have just shot you when I had the chance. At least I wouldn’t be sharing this ship with a coward.”

“I said shut up.” 

“What now, Mandalorian? What do you plan to do now that you've kidnapped me? Are you gonna prove me wrong?" you’re wondering if you got too far when he gets dangerously close to you, his menacing figure towering over yours as he grips a handful of your hair, forcing your gaze into his dark visor.

"Do I have to stick my cock in your mouth to make you shut up?"

A flame of lust instantly traverses your body. You feel your blood boiling, making you feel hot and flustered, reason and common sense leaving you at the mercy of a primal, carnal instinct.

"I bet you don't have the balls to do it." you goad him with a smirk on your face.

Oh, you shouldn't have said that, yet you did, and what's worse is that you don't regret it. 

You look at him with shameless desire clouding your eyes, internally cursing at the helmet that can't and won't let you see his reaction to your provocation, waiting for his next move.

You keep your lustful gaze locked on his visor as his hand swiftly unfastens his belt and the zip of his pants. His grip on your hair tightens even more as he pushes you on your knees, immediately sticking his hard, thick cock in your mouth and fuck, the sound he makes. It's worth crashing on a desolated planet and being scolded afterwards. It's guttural and desperate, astonished at how good your poisonous mouth feels when you take him in and your tongue gently swirls around his tip, instead of spitting mean words at him. You keep eye contact as you let the shaft slide in your mouth and coat it generously in your saliva, his head tilted back as he lets out breathy sighs of pleasure.

"You. You need to learn how to fucking behave. Shut up when I tell you to. You have to stop taunting me. Fuck. Is this what you wanted?" 

He takes your head away from his cock to let you answer.

“You’re not as much of a coward as I thought you were.” you tease.

“You are still talking?!” exclaims as he pushes your head towards his cock once again, staying still as he uses your mouth for his pleasure, violently forcing all of his length down your throat. When he rips you away from it, you gasp for breath.

"You look so good like this. On your knees, choking on my cock, finally shutting the fuck up like a good girl." he growls, pleased.

Just as you want more of it, your mouth going towards it once again, his grip on your hair turns to steel and stops you there. You look up to him from your kneeled position and see him shaking his head.

“Why? Are you close already?” you taunt him as he tucks his cock back in his pants.

"Oh, it will take you way more than that to make me come, officer." says as he makes you stand up.

“Bet you want me to prove you wrong so badly. Bet you want to come in my m-” you stop mid sentence as he starts to unzip your flight suit while he pushes you towards the control panel of his ship, making you sit on it and trapping you there with his beskar body, your legs instinctively spread open for him to fit between them.

“Yeah? Go on. What were you saying?” he goads you as his hand slips inside of the thin pants you're wearing under the suit, teasing your clit from outside your underwear.

“I-I was s-saying that - that-” you gasp when his hand finds its way into your panties and reaches your slit.

"Ooh, what do we have here?" exclaims in taunting wonder. His beskar helmet is only a few centimetres distant from your face "Acting all cocky and arrogant before, but damn, feel how wet you are. Bet no one ever made you this wet, officer. Stars, you're dripping for me. All of this just from sucking my cock?" says in a husky voice as two of his thick, gloved fingers slide inside of you.

You grit your teeth in a desperate attempt to hide the way this is making you feel, not wanting to give him satisfaction, but your body is slowly surrendering to him and betraying you, your cunt involuntarily clamping around his fingers, revealing how his words are, in fact, effective on you.

"Oh, I bet you feel so good and you sound so sweet when you moan for me. Feel how hot and tight you are." he keeps teasing you. 

Resisting him is getting near impossible. By now he knows how badly you want it.

"Listen to what we’re gonna do now. You're gonna come on my fingers like a good girl and then I'll fuck you until your partner comes to rescue you."

You can't help it anymore and let out a moan at how sensual his voice sounds as he says those things to you, at the thought of getting fucked by him, all while his fingers keep sliding inside and outside of you, making your cunt spasm around them.

"Oh, I knew it. Damn, such a sweet girl." he rasps as he takes his fingers out.

"What the fuck?!" you snap at him when he does, making him chuckle at your reaction.

"Hey, calm down officer." he teases your lips with his gloved fingers soaked in your arousal. 

You instinctively suck the leather and taste yourself on his fingers, licking them sensually as you look at him in the visor. He hums in pleasure seeing that and goes on playing with your mouth, entranced by the way your tongue swirls around them, until he takes them out and presses his middle finger on your bottom lip.

"Bite." he simply orders and you obey, taking the hem of his glove between your teeth to let his hand slip out of the glove. It's huge compared to yours, callous and veiny and masculine. You hum as it starts trailing down your body and feel the warm trail it leaves on the delicate skin of your neck as he caresses it, your own hands holding tight to the commands of the ship, propping you up to offer yourself to his touch. You can feel his eyes looking at your body from behind the dark visor as his hand slips in your flight suit once again, groping your breast from outside your shirt, his thumb playing with one of your hardened nipples, your back arched and chest puffed out to make it look fuller. You moan loudly when he slides his fingers in your panties and back inside of you. 

"Stars - so fucking wet. I bet your cunt is so beautiful. Spread your legs for me. You're making me so fucking hard." he keeps up the pace and also starts to rub your clit with his thumb, making the pleasure you’re feeling unable to hide and you surrender to him, panting heavily as your eyes cross and roll in delight.

"Really? Eyes rolling, officer?" he taunts you.

"F-fuck y-you-" you rasp with half closed eyes, your sentence gets interrupted as he hooks his fingers, touching something devastating inside of you, making him scoff when he sees the way you squeeze your eyes shut and arch your back, your mouth wide open to let out obscene moans.

"What? Do you want me to stop?" he provokes you.

"Don't you fucking dare." you manage to let out in a barely audible sigh.

He immediately grabs your neck, not liking the way you undermine his authority.

"Careful now, officer." he growls.

You moan back in response at how much you like this - being put back into place, the Mandlaorian reminding you who is in control. You hold tight to his sides, digging your nails in his flight suit as he just pushes you further against the control panel with his body.

You’re a panting mess and you feel so close, so damn close to your orgasm. You beg he won’t stop as you wrap your legs around him. He feels by the irregular, ragged way you're breathing and the way your muscles go rigid around him that you're close.

"What? Coming already?” he chuckles “I will let you just because I want to fuck you so badly. Now come, my dear officer. Come for me."

You pant straight into his helmet when you hear him calling you like that, fogging it where his mouth would be. His hand pushes you over the edge and you moan loudly as he makes you come around his fingers, your hands holding tight to his neck, bringing him down towards you. Your back arches, chest rubbing against his armour and you roll your head back until it hits the transparisteel of the windshield behind you. Your nails scratch him hard and your legs’ grip becomes even tighter, his upper body now trapped in your grasp.

He grabs your chin with his other hand and forces you to look at him in the visor.

"Yes - yes, yes. Like this. Good girl." he growls between his teeth, looking at you as you struggle to keep your gaze on him, your eyes wanting to roll up in pleasure.

He lets you ride your high, never stopping those astounding moves of his hand, making you feel so satisfied, but so guilty and humiliated at the same time.

As the orgasm gradually fades out, your grip on his body loosens.

He takes out his hand right in front of your eyes and, Maker, it's soaking wet, glistening in your arousal. You’re both embarrassed and aroused when you see how wet and yielding you got for him as soon as he started touching you. 

"Damn, officer. How am I going to-"

You don't even let him finish, you've taken his hand in yours and start sucking his fingers. He lets out a satisfied hum when you do that. You clean them thoroughly, sensually massaging his digits with your tongue, humming as you hear him cursing between his teeth in a foreign language.

Once he’s satisfied, he takes them out of your avid mouth.

"Now strip for me, officer. I bet you look so hot under that uniform."

"Forget it." you tease him.

"Too bad you didn't obey me when I asked so nicely."

In an instant his hands start ripping the flight suit off your body as you're kicking out of your boots at the same time. It's rushed, brutal and wild, the both of you completely taken over by lust. His hands linger on your sides, giving you goosebumps and making you sigh when he lifts the thermal shirt off your body and you hold on tight to the panel when he hooks his fingers in the hem of your pants and pulls everything down and away from your body, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“You look… Good without your uniform on, officer.” he is pleased looking at your naked body. “Wonder if I could say the same about you, Mandalorian.” “You’ll have to use your imagination."

“Are you even a real Mandalorian? Maybe you stole this armour, or maybe you bought it off some Jawas.” you mock him.

"Come here and I’ll show you." he simply says as he sits back on his chair, legs spread wide and a visible bulge in his pants.

Just as you get close to him, he takes out one of his weapons, a strange sword without a blade, and begins to trace your nipple with the hilt. You start to breathe heavily and you can feel your nipple getting harder by the second, your eyes carefully following his movements as he descends ever so slowly, teasing you, trailing your stomach and then your lower belly, stopping right in front of your cunt, driving you crazy, your legs spreading for him, begging for some friction. He softly brushes your lips, carefully avoiding your clit to tease you further, until he finally touches it. The sudden contact of the hilt with your sensitive clit makes you shudder and let out a whimper.

"Don't. Move." he orders as he continues to touch you with that weapon, rubbing it against your clit, producing obscene, wet sounds at the contact. You try to stay as still as you can as he plays with that dangerous weapon so close to your most delicate spot. You beg he'd go faster, you wish you could ride it and come all over it, as pathetic as it sounds, but no, he doesn't want that. He wants to take his time to tease you, getting you nice and wet as he plays with you like you're his toy.

He stands up, towering over you.

"Stick your tongue out."

You immediately do and he starts to trace your mouth with the hilt.

"This is the Darksaber. Whoever wields it can rule all of Mandalore, and you're licking it after I've used it to give you pleasure. Feel how wet you’ve made it. How does that make you feel?"

“Like you should sit down on that chair and take out that cock. Touch yourself while I lick your Darksaber clean, Mandalorian.”

He grunts as you push him back on his chair. He immediately unzips his pants to take his throbbing cock out as you keep licking his weapon clean, pleased at the sight of his erection in his hand.

"Touch yourself for me, Mando" you order him as you trace your tongue on the hilt.

"Enough of that." he grabs you by the hair and pushes you on your knees, forcing you to suck his cock. In a swift movement he grabs the Darksaber with his two hands, using it as leverage to keep your head down, forcing his entire cock into your throat, making you startle at the sudden lack of air.

"You don't get to give me orders." he growls before freeing you from his grasp to let you breathe. You gasp for air and look at him, panting.

Maker, he's so dangerous. He could kill you in one second if he wanted to, and you've never, never been wetter than this, playing this dangerous, twisted game with a deadly warrior.

He gives you a few seconds to breathe and then he's back at it, using his weapon to make you choke on his cock.

"Do you understand? I can do whatever I want to you." he releases you once again. There are tears in the corner of your eyes but that doesn't stop him from doing that one more time.

"You're so fucking pretty, but you also need someone to tame you. You've found the right man. Is that what you were looking for, officer? Someone to tame that bad temper?" he says and releases you one more time. You gasp for air as one tear sheds down your cheek.

"Come here. I'll fuck that bad attitude out of you." he orders as he puts the Darksaber away.

This. This is what you've always been craving, what you always wanted.

You slowly rise from the cold floor, your hands on his thighs as you can't stop looking at each other with longing desire. You straddle him, shaking in anticipation as you sink on his body guided by his hands on your hips, letting his cock slowly slide inside of you. The both of you moan as his cock splits you open for him, making him feel how hot and welcoming you are. You both let out a long, satisfied sigh, his voice is dark and sensual and you spasm around his throbbing cock, heavily aroused to finally have him inside of you.

“Mando, let me see if you're only good with words now."

“Din. I want to hear you screaming my name when I’ll make you come on my cock, officer.”

“You’re pretty confident in your abilities, Mandalorian.”

“Your mouth might say otherwise, but your body agrees with me.” he's so arrogant and full of himself, his confidence is making you wet.

“It does” you concede “you feel good, Din.” you purr in his neck, and he grunts when he hears how sweet your voice can be as you whisper his name while you have his cock buried inside of you. You start riding him slowly, looking at him in the visor as you feel every ridge and vein of his cock, enjoying every single moment of it, letting him almost slip out, only to let him back inside of you. He lets out sighs of satisfaction that drive you insane and only want to make you increase your rhythm but no, not yet, you want to make him pay for the way he's been treating you.

“If I had known my cock would have been enough to tame your bad temper, I’d have fucked you earlier.”

“What about yours, Din? What should I do about you being an asshole to me?” you say as you pull him out of you, making him grunt.

“Fuck. Put it back in.” 

“Not so fast. I want you to behave. Beg for it.” 

“You know I could just take you anytime I want, right?” “I do. But where would the fun be?”

He hums in pleasure as you take his drenched cock in your hand and start to slowly stroke it right in front of your cunt, moaning in his neck just to get him even more aroused.

“Fuck. You’re good at this.” he whimpers.

You start to slide it between your folds, the both of you moaning in arousal.

“Dank Farrik, d-do you want me to die?” he growls, subjugated by your teasing. “I want you to behave.” you whisper in a heady groan as you keep rolling your hips and rubbing your pussy on his cock. “F-fuck. I want to be inside of you so badly.”

“Say it.”

He sighs and pauses, taking a good look at the tip of his cock teasing your entrance.

“Please.” 

“Please what?” you ask, biting your lip in pleasure.

“Please put my cock back inside of you, officer.” there's a hint of annoyance in his voice when he surrenders and sees your satisfied smirk.

“Good.” you whisper gasping against his helmet as you slowly slide his cock deep back inside of you. 

That’s the moment when he digs his fingers in your hips and starts jackhammering you, making you scream as he said he would, your hands clawing on his shoulders.

“Who do you think you are? Do you think you can taunt me? I’m a Mandalorian. A bounty hunter. Bet you’ve never been fucked so good, officer. I’m gonna give you this cock so hard, you’ll never forget about me. You’ll be touching yourself thinking about me for the rest of your life. Thinking about the Mandalorian Din Djarin who fucked your brains out on Maldo Kreis.”

The way he's fucking hard and rough into you as he says those things in an angry, husky voice is pleasurably devastating and addicting, having you moan frantically as your body is held still by his strong hands.

"Oh, fuck, Din, don't stop. Don't stop!" you let out in a desperate cry.

"Do you want to come on my cock, officer? Let me hear it. I want to hear you beg for it."

"Please, please Din, make me come on your cock." you drawl, subjugated by lust.

"Mmm - you sound so hot when you beg for me. Keep going and I won't stop."

"Please! I've never been fucked like this, Din." your heart is racing, your breathing is getting laboured and feel the orgasm approaching “I'm so close, Din, so fucking close. Please, don’t stop."

"Come, officer. Keep riding my cock and come on it. I want to hear you scream my name." 

"Oh, Din!" you scream his name as the overwhelming force of the orgasm washes over you, a white blaze of bliss making you lose control, uncontrollably spasming and sensually moaning as he doesn't stop giving it to you, groaning in pleasure when he feels how tight and wet you get around him when you come on his dick.

"That's it. That's my good girl." he grunts as he lets you ride your orgasm.

His rhythm slows down as you come back from your high, his hands still firmly on your hips, guiding you, making you slowly grind your pussy against his cock, the cockpit full of your pants.

"Ready for round two, officer?"

He doesn’t even wait for your response, your mind still fogged by the astonishing orgasm he just gave you.

He gets up from the chair and in a second he turns you around, your body slammed against the control panel and the windshield, your wrists held up high by his hand. Your legs are shaking and you can't really seem to stand on your feet properly.

You couldn't possibly be ready for him slamming his dick inside of you all at once, so hard that air leaves your lungs in an exhale. You'd curse at him, but you can't articulate words as he is fucking you so violently, his strong hand on your hip keeping you still. If you thought he was fucking you hard earlier, it's nothing compared to now - feeling all the power of his body giving it to you wild and raw is pleasurably devastating. You couldn't possibly have imagined that what he gave you earlier was merely foreplay for him, just a little tease before making sure you knew who is really in charge and how hard he can fuck you. He was just letting you have a small taste of what would happen after, wanting you to get ready for him, nice and wet and stretched open for his thick cock to split you in half. He grabs a fistful of your hair and you feel his helmet close to your ear.

"What? You're out of breath already? I'm just getting started, officer." he slides it out almost completely and slams it back in so hard you roll your eyes in pleasure.

"Look at you. Loving this dick so much you're rolling your eyes. Gonna fuck you so hard, you'll learn how to fucking behave." 

You can't do anything besides taking his cock and letting out choked moans.

"Still regret being stuck here with me? Tell me. Do you still think I'm a coward?" he growls in between thrusts.

You can barely drawl a moan in response and he chuckles.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You can't even speak." he mocks you as he pounds into you harder and harder, devastating you, reducing you to a pathetic, moaning mess.

"Who knows if the snow storm has stopped and your partner is looking for you. What if he sees you getting fucked like this?"

You know it's wrong, but the thought turns you on so much that you clench around him, and he feels it.

"Oh, you'd like it? Officer, what do we have here? A little whore?" you hear his dark chuckle as he grips your throat with his hand, bringing you closer to him - the hot, naked skin of your back against his cold beskar armour as he never stops railing you. 

Getting called like that in other circumstances, by any other person in the galaxy, would have caused you to shoot them immediately, but now, oh, did that turn you on.

"You like being called that way, don't you? Whore." he whispers softly in your ear, and it drives you insane despite how much you're trying to hide it. He feels your body getting rigid, the vibrations of your throat choking a moan, the way you bite your lip trying not to let one sound out, and you can bet he's loving every second of it. 

His other hand starts to rub your clit and that's when you fucking lose it - your mouth opens wide and lets out a loud groan of pleasure.

"Tell me you're my whore and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life."

You hesitate - his request is so degrading, but you want it at the same time. He can sense your indecisiveness and stops drawing circles on your clit and starts going around it, carefully avoiding it.

"N-no. Don't stop. It's unfair!" you whimper.

"Say it."

You try to relieve the ache between your legs by bringing a hand there, but he is quick to stop you and block your wrist behind your back, immobilising you as if you were one of his bounties, getting you even more aroused, so much, in fact, that you let out another groan.

"Don't make me handcuff you." he growls sensually and you immediately picture him fighting criminals every day, used to manhandling thugs and being a badass and you get even more aroused at the thought, and decide to give him whatever he wants.

You mumble those words, barely audible, ashamed but at the same time yielding, desperately and pathetically wanting him to give you what you so achingly crave, in a way that only he can provide. A need that you never even realised existed before he brought you into the highest dimension of pleasure.

"What? I didn't hear you."

"I am your whore." you whisper, annihilated.

"Good girl. Say it again. Louder this time."

"I am your whore, Din! Please, please make me come like this!" you surrender to him completely, defeated by your very body refusing to let this slip away.

"That's my girl. You asked so nicely, I'm gonna give it to you." you hear the satisfaction in his voice as he immediately starts to rub your clit again, driving you close to the edge in no time, your cunt getting tighter in anticipation.

“Shit, I want to come inside of you. I'm so fucking close, officer. You’re gonna patrol the outer rim, flying your Starfighter while my cum drips down your beautiful cunt. You’re gonna feel that and you will think of me the entire time.” he rasps in your ear as you feel his body pushing you further into the transparisteel and then over the edge, making you come screaming his name once again rolling your eyes over your lids, desperately begging him to come inside of you.

His groans get louder and louder as he comes. You feel his is cock pulsing and twitching, thrusting into you, wanting to go as deep as it can go, filling you with his hot release as you clamp erratically around him.

Both of your bodies are spent as you come back from your high, the sound of your laboured breathing fills the cockpit.

"Hey" he pants "keep it inside now. I don't want to see a single drop going to waste. Are we clear?"

You nod and he slips out of you slowly as you obey his order, keeping his release inside of you as you get dressed, feeling it drip between your legs as he walks you back to your ship.

Carson is already there - he has fixed the minor damages your X-wing had sustained when you crashed in the snow, confident in the fact that you found shelter somewhere and that you’re safe and will be back soon.

What he did not expect is for you to show up with the Mandalorian by your side, though.

"Can I have a few words with you?" he asks with a raised brow.

You nod and walk a few steps away from Din, going behind your ship to have some privacy.

"He saved my life." you regretfully admit before he even has a chance to speak, expecting a scolding.

"Listen. I run the tabs on the Razor Crest. It seems like your new friend has an arrest warrant on him for the abduction of a prisoner." he pauses briefly and lets out a sigh "But he has also captured three wanted culprits and tried to save the Lieutenant's life."

"I'd say we let him go this time. I really don't want to file a report about what happened. I hate doing that."

"Is that so?" he asks sarcastically.

"These are trying times, come on."

Carson raises his brow once again, looking at you and then at the armoured menace standing a few steps away from him.

“Fine.” he shrugs, not wanting to dig deeper with regards to your change of mind towards the Mandalorian, then gets back to his ship.

You jump in your X-wing, but before closing the hatch and taking off, you address Din one more time.

"We're even now, Din Djarin. See you next time, and don't get caught."

[q4evze]

UMMM

♡ this has no specific person tbh i’m just trying to get back into the floww yk

♡ uhh cw: none really? idk what 2 say this is so vague HSJDKDLS

♡ a/n: guys uh 360 when ur in the mirror do u like what u see

you don’t say it but you think it, when he’s perched on your lap, hair messy and lipgloss kissed off and sweater sliding off a smooth, tanned shoulder you want to sink your teeth into. my gorgeous, charming, witty, sexy little thing. you are way too good for someone like me.

you’re snapped out of your reverie when the kisses he’s pressing into your neck get more insistent and he grinds down on your thighs, pawing at your clothes. “in me, get in me,” he whispers, clutching at your shoulders, tone urgent and pleading. “mmm, c’mon, please?”

i don’t fucking deserve you is what’s on your lips, but you laugh a little under your breath instead. “slow down, baby. i’ve got you.” you kiss him back, rough and messy, to keep him satiated while you try and shove your pants down from where you’re seated under him. it’s a little awkward in this position, but you manage to get just barely off enough to indulge his request. tugging his jeans over his hips, you reach a hand behind to slide a finger inside and you moan in unison when there’s no resistance. he clings to your neck, hanging on with breathy gasps sighed against your skin, working his hips down onto your fingers greedy as ever. “more,” he whispers with that sweet little sexy grin you can hear in his voice. if he was any closer you’re sure you could feel his eyelashes blinking open coquettishly. god, you can feel him in your blood sometimes.

you slap the side of his thigh admonishingly with your free hand. “be patient,” you chide, but give him another finger anyway, blood rushing to your head when it makes him whine and shiver.

he leans back, eyes squeezed shut and teeth tugging on his bottom lip, taking shaky breaths and trying to relax. you’re overcome with another rush of emotion that leaves you breathless and busy yourself with sinking your teeth into the side of his neck. the appreciative sounds he responds with make your head spin.

you suck blooming bruises halfway around his throat before insistent fingers start grabbing haphazardly at the fabric of your shirt again, trying to pull it up your back. “come on, i’m ready,” he says, too desperate to sound demanding. “want you inside me.”

you can’t help yourself when he makes it this easy, crooking your fingers and grinning against his heated skin. “am i not already?”

his gasp tapers into a whine. “you know—ah!—what i mean,” he complains, punctuating the sentence by grinding down hard into your lap. you have half a mind to tell him off again, but he’s perfect, and yours, and squirming on top of you, and your grip on control of yourself is slowly slipping.

“please?” he begs again, pretty dark eyes blown wide blinking open at you, and that’s all it takes for you to pull your fingers back and draw him into another searing kiss while he sinks down onto you. your thoughts begin to lose coherence at the feeling of warmth around you, letting you in, like coming home after a long day. you can’t meet his eyes but you can feel it, know how he’s looking back at you with that soft, enraptured vulnerability that begs— no, deserves to be made love to.

the intensity of his gaze makes your heart clench in your chest (too good to me, so good for me) so you resolve to break his concentration, burying your face in his shoulder and grinding your hips up. that earns you a blissful moan, so you keep at it, kissing and licking at the juncture between his shoulder and neck where the marks are already showing.

he’s always been a vocal lover and today is no exception, as he gets comfortable enough to start moving by himself, pulling you in with the wave his body makes, threatening to drown you. his sweet, breathy gasps and whines in your ear have your pulse rabbiting as you dig your fingers into his soft hips and help him ride as best as you can.

you know each other well enough by now that you can feel when he’s tiring, when the exertion catches up to him and he slips until he’s just grinding down on your lap, panting and whimpering. he doesn’t need to ask for you to shift yourself around and maneuver him onto his back, moaning in sync with him when you slide back home between his spread legs. his hair fans out like a halo, framing that vulnerable, blissed-out expression you can never get used to. there’s so much you can’t put into words, but your bodies may as well be infinite; at least like this, you can hope to be someone who deserves him.

kicking off your own clothes the rest of the way, you gently tug his sweater over his head. soft thighs wrap back around your hips, and you meet his blown-black eyes. he looks at you so adoringly, so trusting and imploring you have to look away. he’s so painfully honest in everything he does and the emotion rises in your throat before you can do anything.

your gaze falls on his soft stomach, and a different kind of feeling wells up inside of you, hot and hungry. is it even possible that you’re imagining the shape of yourself outlined ever so slightly? you thrust shallowly to test, and feel the heat rise to your face when the faint shape moves with you.

“can you see it?” comes his whispered voice. you glance up to find him equally red-faced and panting, staring down at where you’re connected. he rolls his hips down experimentally, whining at the feeling. “baby, i’m so full.”

like it always does, the heat between you roars to life like a bike engine. and you really can’t help it, pressing his knees up to his shoulders, to the limit of his flexibility, folding him almost in half to get impossibly closer, deeper, further gone.

you fuck him just like that, closing your eyes into the pretty cries and sobs you pull from him until shaking, sweaty hands slide up the back of your neck and pull you down into a messy kiss.

“so beautiful for me, aren’t you, baby?” you mumble, but he doesn’t respond, too busy coming for you, gasping and wide-eyed like it’s surprising him as it happens. and then you really can’t help yourself, pushing impossibly deep inside him as you follow him over the edge, digging blunt nails into sheets that surely have ripped under your rough grip. it’s his fault, really, for being so beautiful, you reason with yourself as your mind whites out.

and you don’t say it, but you think it, as he lays under you trying to catch his breath, satiated and content, grinning blissfully like he has everything he deserves, like you’re everything he needs you to be. sweet thing, why is it you waste your time with a fool like me?

and he laughs and brushes your sweaty hair out of your face like he can read your mind and sighs in that way that makes your knees weak when he says he loves you for the nth time. maybe someday, you’ll be able to believe it.

© qaevze 2024 lmaooo

[blueicequeen19]

This Wasn’t Supposed to Happen

Warnings: protected sex, oral, face fucking, cheating, drug use,

I showed up at the bar on The Cut twenty minutes after I received the anonymous picture of my boyfriend with another girl on his lap. I was not about to let him get away with cheating on me or humiliating me. Especially with some Pogue girl. I burst through the door, my eyes immediately scan the room but don't see him anywhere. I was going to kill him.

I finally spot the cheating bastard across the bar, sitting outside on the patio with a different girl on his lap. I see red as I start across the room when a warm hand catches my wrist, pulling me to stop.

"Easy, princess." I roll my eyes at the sound of JJ Maybanks' voice. I try to yank free of his hold but he's much stronger and easily pulls me back out the front.

"Let go of me." I hiss, trying to plant my heels only for him to keep manhandling me like I weigh nothing.

"You go over there like this and you'll go to jail. Kooks press charges." JJ scolds, letting me back over to my car.

"He's humiliating me! On The Cut no less." I fume, the need to break something too great as I pick up an empty beer bottle and toss it then kicking at the gravel.

"Well, I'm from The Cut and I would never cheat on you." JJ plasters on his best flirty smile.

"Shut up."

"Come on. Don't you think it would drive him crazy to see you all over a Pogue. He'd lose his mind." JJ steps closer, my back hitting my car door as my heart skips a beat. My insides were heaving in my chest. I could hardly catch my breath with how angry I was but now.. I wanted revenge.

"Going after a Pogue is a low blow." I murmur, trying to resist looking at how good JJ actually looks. He was a nice change from the wannabe frat guys with their polos and colored khaki shorts. JJ didn't give a shit about appearances and it showed. His clothes looked several years old, worn and tattered, but he still pulled it off well. His blonde surfer dude hair was a mess and tucked into his backwards ball cap. He didn't have the pressures of dealing with all the bullshit that came with being a Kook. JJ was free.

"You can blow me if you want. I won't make you." JJ licks his lips, the smell of alcohol on his breath as he moves in closer.

"Shut. Up." I scoff, looking anywhere but his overly cocky face.

"I've had a crush on you forever. You know, back when you were a Pogue." JJ leans in, his lips brushing my bare shoulder in my tank crop top. I shudder, pulling my shoulders back as he straightens back up. I hated his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that didn't miss thing. That never looked away even when I wanted him to. I hated how good he always looked without trying. I hated that he could do whatever he wanted without being judged while I was a prisoner to my own world.

"I hate you." I growl, shoving at his chest. He needed to get away from me. I couldn't think with him so close. He made me want to do things. JJ smirks, biting his bottom lip as he looks down at me.

"That turns me on.” JJ smirks, showing off his adorable dimple. “I love it." He murmurs in a deep, sexy voice that has me needing to clench my thighs and change my panties.

"We're not doing this. I'm not doing this." I turn to leave but he catches my elbow, pulling me against him. I loved the way his hands felt. I wanted him to touch me everywhere with those warm, callused hands.

“You might hate how I make you feel or what I’m doing to that uptight little body but you don’t hate me. You’ve never hated me.” JJ’s voice is soft, despite the firm hold on my elbow. I yank away from him, opening my car door and getting inside before watching him walk away.

My eyes find the bar entrance through my rear view mirror in time to catch my stupid boyfriend walking out with each arm around a girl that’s not me. My blood boils as I turn in my seat to take a picture with my phone. I immediately send it to him, wanting him to know that I know.

He’s laughing with them as he stops to pull his phone out, his expression hardening for a moment at the picture before he tucks his phone back in his pocket and leads the two girls away. I throw the door open of my car, so angry I can hardly breathe, but I don’t go after him. I race towards where JJ went.

I find him just as he kick starts his bike, hating that he looks good no matter what he does. His eyes find mine as I come to a stop next to him and he smiles, nodding behind without saying a word. I don’t hesitate before straddling the bike and wrapping my arms around his waist. I try not to press myself against his back but he revs the engine, startling me so I scoot closer.

My skin ignites further when his hand finds my knee, giving me a reassuring squeeze before taking off into the night.

We get to his house out in the marsh and I’m genuinely surprised by how nice and quiet it is. He seems to value what he has because it’s well kept and maintained, not a single thing out of place. It was different than how we’d grown up. That brings me to wonder where his dad is if not mooching off his son but JJ distracts me, taking my hand and leading me inside.

“Hungry?” JJ asks, leading me into a small functional kitchen. The place is entirely outdated but it’s homey.

“A little.” I sit down at the round kitchen table, watching him rummage through the cabinets then the fridge.

“Are you going to cook something?” I’m mildly shocked, most twenty something year old Kook guys can’t cook from what I’d witnessed. But Pogues grow up being resourceful. JJ’s favorite growing up was always shrimp and grits and while he takes things out of the fridge after sitting a beer down in front of me, I realize that’s what he’s making.

“I like to eat.” JJ smiles, giving me his back as he starts to cook. His green shirt is stretched across his back muscles, making me want to reach out and run my hands all over him. Why did he have to be so annoyingly cute and self sufficient? Why was he perfect expect for being a Pogue. I could just picture the heart attack my mother would not doubt have if she even seen me around a Pogue. I down half my beer in one go, needing something to dull my nerves.

“Where’s your dad?” I ask without thinking. JJ tenses slightly as he stirs the food.

“He’s around. Last I heard he’s still living in my old house.” JJ says, flipping the burners off and making up two bowls. He turns, sitting the bowls down with salt and pepper shakers before sitting down across from me.

“He’s still a piece of shit, if you’re wondering.” JJ chuckles, stirring his food. I look down at my bowl, my mouth practically watering. I hadn’t had shrimp and grits since the last time I had it with him. When we were kids.

“My mom is still the same.” I mumble, meeting his blue eyes before I awkwardly look back down.

“How is life as a Kook? Do you even have to pay taxes?” We both break out in smiles, the tension dissolving as we talk while we eat, downing several more beers.

By the time I look at my phone, three hours have past and my stomach hurts from laughing so much. I help JJ do dishes while listening to some music. Everything about him gives me butterflies. He was special. He was goofy and charismatic. He was passionate. Not to mention an obvious flirt who made me blush uncontrollably constantly. It made me not want to leave. I liked feeling like this.

“So do you want to talk about your boyfriend? I know it’s not easy being cheated on. You can talk to me.” JJ says after we make it to the living room and make ourselves comfortable on the couch. It’s well after ten and I need to leave but I can’t bring myself to have him take me back to my car. JJ lights up a joint, taking a long few hits before offering it to me.

“Not really. I just want to forget about him.” I mumble, taking a hit before handing it back. I’m consciously aware of every time our skin touches. It only makes me crave more. Especially now that I was buzzed.

“He’s a piece of shit. Always has been.” JJ exhales between hits before offering me another. I happily accept, the tension in my body finally starting to lesson with every bit. He takes his ball cap off and tosses it on the coffee table, his wild blonde hair on full display. I’d always loved how he kept his hair. JJ catches me staring, that cocky smirk reaching his lips again.

“You checking me out?” JJ asks, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to be seductive. It works.

“Sadly.” I force a pout on my lips and he chuckles, leaning in to tuck my hair behind my ear. I lean away from the warmth of his touch, his lips too inviting. “You’re such a flirt.” I mumble, my back meeting the armrest as I attempt to put distance between us.

“You’re one to talk. Flashing these long legs at me with your bubble butt.” JJ leans towards me again, his warm hand skating across my shin and up my knee. JJ traces circles along my skin, causing my breathing to hitch as he moves a little higher up my thigh then moving back down to my knee. My shoulders sag in disappointment as his fingers trail over my shin and around my calf.

“These legs would look really good over my shoulders.” I suck in a breath, his heated gaze finding mine as he pulls my sandals off and tosses them on the floor.

“You’re awfully full of yourself.” I breathe, watching as his hand moves up my thigh and traces the hem of my shorts.

“You could be full of me too. With the buzz you’ve got going, you know it would be so fucking good. You’d be sore for days.” His husky voice goes straight to my core, making me shudder. I don’t realize how close he’s gotten until his breath fans across my neck, his lips finding my sweet spot and making me moan softly as I feel his tongue.

“No one has ever made me sore.” I admit breathlessly, my skin on fire just from his touch. I was practically melting, my panties stuck to me.

“I’ll take that as a challenge.” His free hand comes up to grope my breast through my shirt, gently tugging my nipple through the material. My nails bite into his bicep, my head tipping back as goosebumps cover my skin from his lips on my neck.

“JJ.” I moan, feeling him cup my neck and tipping my head back up. I dont get a moment before he’s kissing me. His lips soft yet dominating against my own. He kisses me like he’s starved and I’m the only remedy. I groan as his tongue strokes mine, his hand tangling in my hair. He kisses the way every girl wants to be kissed. The way that has your toes curling and your pussy throbbing. I arch into him, my arm circling his neck as we get comfortable on the couch.

I find the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards until he lets me remove it. I can't help the way I openly gawk at his bare torso. He was lean but muscular in all the right places. I especially liked the dark patch of hair that disappeared into his tented shorts. I loved a man having man things. I especially loved how painfully hard he was for me. Now more than anything I wanted to know what JJ Maybank felt like in my mouth. I wasn't a giving person. I hated giving head but right now, I wanted to be the source of all his pleasure.

"I want to suck your dick." I whisper against his lips, pushing against his chest so he knows to sit back.

"Jesus." JJ growls, wasting no time in tearing his shorts open and freeing himself from his boxers. I lick my lips, practically salivating at the sight of him. He was the perfect size. Not too long that it would hurt with a decent thickness. My clit throbbed at the thought of feeling that inside me. I wrap my hand around him, a bead of pre-cum slipping from the thick mushroom head and running down his shaft. I raise up on my knees, hovering over him as I prepare to take him in my mouth when he stops me.

"Get on your knees in front of me. I want to watch you swallow me." JJ rasps, his chest heaving with every breath. He wanted this just as badly as I did. I quickly comply, getting comfortable between his parted thighs and watching his eyes become hooded as I run my tongue up his shaft.

"Fuck." JJ groans, his eyes threatening to roll back just from a few kitten licks along the prominent vein on his shaft. I suck the weeping tip into my mouth, gripping his thighs when his hips buck on their own.

"God, I want to touch you." JJ pants, his expression almost pained as he watches me. I loved this feeling of power I felt over him. I could give but I could also take away.

"Tell me." I whisper, sucking harshly while stroking underneath his shaft with my tongue. “Tell me what you want to do to me.” JJ gulps, fighting to find his words.

"I want you naked." JJ breathes, his eyes widening as I pull away long enough to slip my top and bra off. His eyes zero in on the way my breasts sway and my nipples harden into painful little points. I swipe my tongue over his tip again before standing to shimmy out of my shorts. I leave my bright pink thong on, loving the way his eyes zero in on the tiny triangle of fabric with his mouth hanging open. I brace my hands on his thighs, leaning in to give him a teasing kiss on his parted lips before sinking back down between his thighs.

"Keep going." I instruct, wrapping my hand around the base and squeezing, using my other hand to cup his heavy balls. JJ hisses through his teeth, practically glaring at me as I suck the head back into my mouth.

"I want you on your hands and knees," His breathing catches when I take more of him into my mouth, keeping the suction as I slowly bob my head. "I want you spread out for me while I eat you out from behind. I won't stop until you're crying, begging me to stop fucking you with my tongue." I moan around his girth, squeezing my thighs together as wetness seeps out of me. My clit was throbbing painfully in sync with my racing heart.

"Only then would I finally fill your aching, empty pussy." I moan again, my eyes squeezed shut as I picture him filling me up from behind.

"I'd use my fingers first. I'd start with one then quickly get to three. You'd be so wet that you'd let me right in even with the stretch."

"JJ." I pant, stroking him with my hand as I try to catch my breath.

"Don't stop. Keep my cock in your mouth." JJ growls, threading his fingers through my hair and pushing me back down. I couldn't explain it but I loved this. I was on the verge of cumming already. My thong was absolutely soaked and stuck to me as I gagged on his cock.

"I'd eat your ass while I fucked you with my fingers. I'd make sure I claimed all of your greedy little holes tonight and just when you're about to cum, I'd stop." My entire body trembles as I picture him doing something so vile, so humiliating. So.. dirty. I whimper around his girth, ready to burst just from his filthy mouth. I could tell he was close too with the way his thighs were flexed and his voice strained.

"I'd have you a wet, cock hungry mess before I finally slipped my cock inside your desperate little hole. I'd fill you up nice and slow. You'd feel me in your stomach as your pussy contracts around me, stretching to let me in."

"JJ, I can't. I'm gonna--."

"I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going." JJ pushes my head back down, hitting the back of my throat as he jerks his hips to fuck my face.

“Picture it,” JJ grunts, both hands on either side of my head as he roughly fucks my throat. Tears and droll run down my face, my pussy throbbing with need as I unravel at the seams. “Picture me fucking you hard. Picture yourself screaming my name as you cream my cock. Picture me pumping you full of my—.” JJ guts off with a groan as he releasing down my throat, triggering my own earth shattering orgasm without so much as touching my pussy. I’m practically limp as he uses me until he’s sated, the sexiest moans I’ve ever heard leave his lips as he gently pulls me off to watch me swallow.

“Good girl. You did so well for me.” JJ’s praise has another burst of energy shooting through me, my body ignited all over again. I push myself up from my spot between his thighs and smash my lips to his, loving how he immediately groans into my mouth and gets a firm grip of my ass.

“Goddamn. You made a mess.” JJ pants, stroking my slit through my thong. JJ doesn’t break our kiss as he yanks the thin material down my legs and drops down on his back on the couch, pulling me on top of him.

“I know I said I wanted you from behind but I really want you to ride my face right now.” JJ all but growls, hauling me up his chest. Self consciousness grips me as I debate how he’s going to breathe but he doesn’t give me a moment before he’s manhandled my knees on either side of his head.

“JJ, I think—.” I’m cut off when his tongue finds my clit, my body keening as pleasure zaps through my body. His hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me tightly on top of his face as his tongue works me into a frenzy. Part of me is worried he’ll die from lack of air while another part of me is worried I’ll die if I don’t get this orgasm. I fist his hair between my legs, grinding myself on his tongue as pleasure like I’ve never experienced shoots all the way down to my toes until I’m practically screaming in bliss.

I’m not even through my high before he’s got me on my back on the couch, his naked body looming over mine as he rolls a condom on.

“I want you to know, that after you go back to your life and start to forget who I am,” he presses inside me, stealing the air from my lungs and hitting something deep, “I’ll be there to remind you.. every fucking time.” I brace my hands against his chest, spreading my legs as wide as they’ll go as I try to accommodate the stretch, barely hearing him. His arms start to shake on either side of my head as he withdraws almost to the tip and slams back in.

“Fuck, Y/N. You can take it.” JJ growls, seeing the pained expression on my face as he pushes in deeper. I lift my hips to meet him, feeling some sort of relief as he starts to move. His mouth comes down over mine as he fucks me into the couch, his teeth biting in my lips as I cry drag my nails across his skin.

“Just like that, oh god, J.” He buries his face in my neck, kissing and biting as his hips snap forward harder and faster. I feel his arm snake under me to fist the hair at the nape of my neck, yanking back as my body arches.

“Cum for me, baby. Let me have it. I wanna see how beautiful you are when you’re cumming on my cock.” His mouth closes around my nipple, my hair drawn back tight as I cum harder than ever. I almost blush at the obscene wet sound that squelches between us while more arousal seeps from me. I was a literal mess. My bottom lip quivers as he fucks me through my high, his own release filling the condom a moment later. His breathy moans meet my ear and I almost wished we’d recorded the act so I could hear those sounds whenever I wanted. He was so vocal and sexy.

JJ’s heated gaze softens as he brushes my hair from my face between kisses, his cock still rock hard inside me. I felt like I could pass out but I needed to get back to my car. I couldn’t stay here. This was just a distraction. But this wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen. He must sense my distress because he pulls back to get a better look of me,

“Just so we’re clear.. we’re just..”

“Friends.” I respond, seeing the way his jaw ticks as he nods his head.

“Friends.” JJ agrees before getting to his feet and discarding the condom. We both quickly get dressed in silence and he takes me back to my car. The parking lot is empty now aside from my car but I’m still worried about people seeing us together. I jump off his bike, trying to slip away when he catches me.

“No, no, no not here. No goodbye kisses. This ends here.” I push against his chest, my back meeting my car as he presses against me.

“Until I send you another picture of that loser cheating on you.” JJ bites out, making my jaw hit the ground. It was him. “You deserved to know. He doesn’t deserve you and I’d do it again.”

“And you do? You sleep with me one time and think you know me?” I shove him, angrier at myself than him. How could I have been so blind? Of course he was waiting on me when I got here.

“I do know you. Better than any of them. You’ve always belonged to me more than them. You’re just too blind to see that.” JJ snaps, his nostrils flared as he glares down at me. The sweet, flirty JJ was replaced with something else. Something that broke my heart. I hated seeing him like this. I yank my arm from his grasp, dodging another attempt from him to cup my face.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We were never supposed to happen. It was a mistake.” I try to keep my voice even as his blue eyes visibly harden before me.

“We’ll see about that.”

[canmargesimpson]

Idk just a weird story I got in the middle of the night

When Robin told Steve they were going to New York to see an old friend, the last thing on his mind was to end up in an underground queer bar with drag queens and prostitutes. I mean he’s not complaining, but why couldn’t they meet over coffee like friends, or just a regular bar, but no. It had to be a basement of a pizza restaurant where glitter and the sticky feeling was all around them. 

“Robin, are you sure this is the place?” he said as she moved through the crowd to a free table, in front of the small yet very illuminated stage “cuz i dont think… these are your type of friends?”

“Hey handsome” a transvestite placed a hand on his shoulder and let her long nail press along making him shiver “Want something to drink?”

Robin smiled, completely pleased with the situation his friend was it

“Give me a rum and coke, and for the gentleman… get him a shirley temple please”

“What?! No!” steve shook his head “ a beer is fine please”

“A rum and coke and shirley temple on their way” she laughs as she walks away

Robin laughs too as she takes her purse and places it on the table. Steve just flips her off and looks around trying to understand where they were. The drinks were eventually served, and thankfully Steve got his beer, but also a phone number.

“Wet Wendy?” Steve reads “Her name is Wet wendy…”

“I have heard worst” robin scruggs, “and come on, have fun, you’re a fresh bisexual, and you're surrounded by everything you might like, no need to stress”

Steve breathes deeply and looks around, and before he can say something a loud music starts. It's a 80s like beat that is quite slow, and the lights started to go down while the stage curtains open

“Steve, it's starting,” Robin says as she hands him a 20 dollar bill. 

On the stage there's a chair and a woman with her back to the audience. She has long, vicious hair that is curly and puffy. The person turns around and starts to sing the song. 

“We broke up on a tuesday, 

kicked me out with the rent paid

Ruined my credit

Stole my cute aesthetic”

And oh boy was Steve hooked. Other than the amazing hair, she was wearing some small yet clear devil horns. On her face was drawn a big white heart on her face, with the rest being red. The face on her though made his jeans tight, but just a bit. I'm talking bright blue eyeshadow, with some jewels and some big lashes that made the eyes pop brighter than ever he thought it was possible. There was a red lip tainted on her lips that were glossy and shiny. And the outfit was the best part of it all. She was wearing black pleather heels with red and black lingerie that fit like a glove. No to add a thigh corset that shaped the body like an hourglass. Steve was drooling.

But when the bridge started steve was pretty sure he was in heaven

It’s hot

When you have a meltdown 

In the front of your house 

And you’re getting kicked out 

It’s hot

When you’re drinking downtown

And you’re getting called out 

Cause you’re running your mouth 

Oh god

The way she crawled on the floor while lip syncing the moans of the song made Steve's ears burn like a fever. She then layed on the floor on her back, to then arch it and show the red wine bra that had black jewels like nippels. She then got on her feet and got off the stage and walked around. People started to hand her dollars and she just grabbed them, stuffed them on her bra and then painties. Steve had to blink twice to make sure he was awake. 

The girl then noticed him. He cracked. He let out a sigh like a moan as she locked eyes with her. Her dark brown almost black eyes looked like those supernovae in Dustin space books. It just got him trapped voluntarily and it made him gulp. She started to strut to him and grabbed him by the jaw to look up at her. 

Ruin your life 

You losing you mind

You dying your hair 

People say I’m jealous but my kink is watching you

crashing your car 

You breaking your heart

You thinking I care

People say I’m jealous but my kink is karma 

She sang those words as she stared at him and smirked while taking a seat on his lap. God he was in trouble now. It took everything in him to stay still and not let his third leg rise up, but sometimes things just happen and it's inevitable. He looked up at her so ashamed and sorry for what he's doing, and for making her uncomfortable. She is trying to do her job and here is Steve with his willy hard. But it was as he looked up in awe at her, as she sang to the audience while dancing on him, that she enjoyed it of sorts. She then looked down at him, smirked and kissed him, hardly leaving a bright red stain on his lips that he would rather die than to take it off. 

She climbed off him and walked back to the stage to dance where she made it very clear that not only she loves the attention but also loves the feeling on the stage. She belongs there, with her hair flowing with her moves. The way she portrays the song made it feel like she was singing to him and only him. Steve felt like he was in a world with only him and her. It was crazy.

He didn't even realize she had left until robin was snapping her finger in front of him. He looked at her and blinked again quickly and looked around

“Where did she go?” 

“Her set finished 10 minutes ago, have you just been imagining her this entire time you perv?” she laughs, but steve just stares at her

“I need to meet her” he says

“Well you will”

“What!?”

“Yeah! In a few so go to the bathroom and get yourself together men, your friend joined the party, and that not really cute when meeting new people”

Steve stood up and ran to the bathroom that thank the lord was empty at the time. He washed his face and removed the lipstick stain from his lips  and tried to calm down whatever was happening with him and his body at the moment. God he's about to meet her! He need to make a great first impression because then he’s fucked. He moved his hair from one side to another till it looked great. He smiled to the mirror and winked hyping himself up. 

“Come on harrington, you got this' ' He said before leaving the bathroom.

Robin and him walked toward the back of the so-called bar to where a room with a star on the door hung where the word “dressing room” was written. Robin knocked twice before opening the door to find a bunch of men in makeup and robes running around changing wig and shoes. But on the very end, the dark curly mane stood up clearly. Steve swallowed and inhaled deeply as they walked into the dressing room towards her. She was wearing one of those 50s womens robes with the edge being fur. It was black with red fur and it was transparent enough for Steve to see some tattoos on her back that he didn't seem to see earlier. 

“Hey!!” Robin said excitedly and she turned around.

Steve’s smiles didn’t fall… but it definitely twitched.

“Hey robs” Eddie munson said with a cig on his lips. 

He looked better than Steve remembered from high school. He looked…. Amazing actually. The way his jaw was sharp and fine, his smirk was wider and flirtier than ever. He looked…. Even better than the stage.

“How are you feeling harrington?” he smirked “didn’t know you were one for underground bars, i thought you were more of a… 3 star michelin kind of guy”

The way he smoothed talked and slithered into Steve’s head made him literally stutter with his words

“I-i-i  I mean- You- wha- li-” he then gave up trying to speak and just nodded subtly “yep”

[chanswhxre]

I literally cannot stop thinking about sugar daddy!felix and how he would literally do anything to make you happy, so he takes you to buy some new lingerie pieces, but he literally cannot control himself and takes you right then and there… PLEASE!!!

a/n: i’m so sorry this took so long anon. i had to study a lot recently because of my board exams ㅠㅠ i hope you like this!

Pink Valentine

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♡ Pairing : sugar daddy! felix x reader

♡ Genre : smut

♡ Word count : 1.6k+

♡ Warnings : 18+ nsfw, explicit sexual content, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), creampie, pet names, the use of daddy in sexual act

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Today was valentine's day and Felix, your sugar daddy, had surprised you by coming to see you even though you thought he wouldn't be able to since he was in another country and is supposed to be there for another week. He was always away, never in the same country every week or more, busy overlooking all his branches in different countries. You and Felix have been in this sort of relationship for quite some time now, two years to be exact. He's currently helping you finish college by paying for all your school fees, he bought you everything you needed (and wanted), and even got you your own penthouse. The only payment he's ever asked of was your company, as stated in your contract. He's never asked for anything sexual with it which was kind of weird at first, though it was for the reason he just wanted to enjoy someone's company as being in his 20s, he was lonely but too busy to commit to serious relationships. As months went by, you've grown to be comfortable around him and started doing sexual deeds with consent, of course. You weren't complaining though, who could even resist this rich, charming, handsome young man. 

"I missed you." You said as you gave him a tight hug.

"I missed you too, kitten." He replied and caressed your back.

After the long tight hug, you backed up to let him enter your penthouse, you've prepared his favorite sweet coffee and brownies that you baked last night. It's a rare occasion that Felix comes to see you instead of having one of his drivers come pick you up to bring you to him, so why not prepare something nice for him?

"I thought you weren't coming home 'til next week." You said and sat down on his lap.

"I wouldn't want to you to be lonely on valentine's day now, would I?" Felix smiled at you endearingly as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in which made you giggle.

"How sweet of you, daddy." You smiled and gave him a sweet kiss.

Felix contently ate the food you made for him and told you all about what he got in store for you today. First, he was going to take you shopping, then sightseeing, fly to Paris to have dinner, and enjoy 2 nights at The Ritz. You were free to add in anything you'd like to do but for now, you were content with the initial plans. You were excited, you haven't seen him for a month and you were itching to just jump on him right now, kiss him, blow him, ride him, do all the sinful deeds running through your thoughts but you decided to wait until you get to the hotel tonight.

You changed into the dress he sent you yesterday, a pink long sleeve velvet dress that hugged your figure, he always had a thing for pink clothes on you. You wore your white heels put on your best jewelry, hair, and makeup and of course, you never go out with Felix without wearing something that'll make him lose his mind while you're out in public. Your garment of choice? The embroidered butterfly thong that always makes him want to just pin you down and fuck you senseless. The dress was short enough to ride up your thigh a little when you raise your leg or bend over. Perfect.

"Stunning as ever." Felix smiled at you as you walked down the stairs, trying to flaunt your dress showing skin from underneath each time you take a step down and you swear you heard him curse under his breath as he offered his arm for you to hold on to. You went downstairs to his car.

Felix opened the car door and you got into the backseat of his favorite Rolls-Royce Phantom. He drives most of the time but today he just wanted to focus on you. To your surprise, there was a bottle of champagne, two wine glasses and a big bouquet of red and pink roses wrapped beautifully in black with a large ribbon. He never does fail to spoil you.

You went to the shopping district where all the luxury brands and different other stores were all lined up and your eyes beamed with excitement. You've been super busy with your thesis since you’re graduating that you forgot to have fun. All the allowance that Felix gives you every month were collecting dust in your bank account.

You went into the first store and you swear every time you go with Felix, salesladies and other customers would sometimes steal glances or ogle at him. You couldn't blame them though, Felix is drop-dead gorgeous. The saleslady approaches you with a smile but it's clear she has an interest on Felix. You didn't mind though, they can stare all they want but you're the only one who gets to taste him at the end of the day.

After shopping for clothes, shoes, and bags, you went to your favorite luxury lingerie shop. Felix loves sexy lingerie on you, especially when it's pink. It's his weakness, his kryptonite, that everytime you surprise him with a new one that's pink, he goes absolutely feral.

"Try this one for me, please?" Felix said and handed you a pastel pink lingerie set with ribbons and white cat ear clip ons, his eyes were already sparkling and you knew once you put this on, he will definitely just take you right then and there.

You went inside the dressing room to put it on. It fits perfect on you and it complimented your body shape, you then put the ribbons and cat ears. The whole ensemble was just right amount of erotic and cute just how Felix liked it. You went out of the dressing room and modeled for him a little, his eyes scanned you from top to bottom and you swear he was trying his best not to lose control.

"Wow, kitten." Felix sighed. "Absolutely gorgeous." He smiled and softly kissed you. The once soft kiss turned to a needy one and a few moments later, you found yourselves back inside the dressing room making out.

“Fuck, we're going to be in so much trouble if we get caught." You said between kisses but really didn't care if you did.

“Then be quiet for me, darling." He said as he trailed kisses down your exposed neck. "You have been teasing me all day, don't think I didn't notice, you even wore the butterfly thong." He growled and bit your neck which made you gasp. "Daddy can only hold back so much."

He pressed his already hard bulge on your thighs as he squeezed your breasts, not even trying to remove your clothing.

"This set was the last straw." He said as he pushed the fabric covering your already soaking core to the side. "Shit, all wet already. Missed me that bad?"

"Of course I do." You said and his lips found their way back to yours, teeth harshly tugging on your lips until Felix turns you around so you're facing the wall. You could hear him unzip his pants. He took his stiff cock into his hand pumped it a few times before sliding the tip of it on your slick slit, covering it with your juices. He then slowly pushed it inside as his hand covered your mouth to make sure you don't make a sound and the other gripping your waist. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt him fill you up perfectly.

"God, I missed your pussy, kitten." He said and slowly moved. His thrusts were slow and hard, making sure he's hitting it deep. He nibbled on your neck, sucking on that sweet spot that made your knees weak. Nothing but the sound of skin slapping and muffled moans were echoing in that small dressing room. The thrill of fucking in public and the possibility getting caught was enough to give the both of you an adrenaline rush that you could almost taste your orgasm at the tip of your tongue just by the thought of it.

"I'm not gonna last very long, doll." He said as his thrusts became a little sloppy. "But I need you to cum first." He whispered in your ear and snaked his free hand around to reach your clit. He ran fast, delicious circles on it that you were approaching your high at record speed. "That's right, baby give it to me. Daddy will spoil you more after this, yeah?” And that was all it took for you to cream on his dick. He could feel your walls fluttering around his cock which was enough to push him over the edge and release his warm seed into you. If Felix wasn't covering your mouth, the whole mall would probably hear how good he was making you feel. He loosened his grip and removed his hand over your mouth.

"That was amazing." You huffed, hands still on the wall for support so you won't fall to your knees.

"Glad you had fun. Now, clench for me darling. Keep it inside." He said as he withdrew his cock from you.

You removed the rest of the lingerie except for the bottom part then changed back to your clothes. Felix went to the counter to pay for two sets of it and the ones you picked out earlier.

“You got everything you want, darling?" Felix asked as you exited the store.

"Hmm..not yet." You answered. Felix tilted his head with wonder. "I want another round." You pout.

"Well, which store are we going to next?" Felix flashed you a devilish grin.

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[seresinhangmanjake]

Signed Away: Part 12

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader Series

Summary: You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plently angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.

Notes/Warnings: SMUT 18+ (please wear condoms. they do not feature in this fic), cursing, fluff, angst, contract marriage, loss of rights, feelings of being trapped, poor parent/child relationships, typos for sure.

As always, comments can make my bad days worth getting through, so i’ll never not appreciate them. Reblogs and likes make me smile uncontrollably, but no pressure :)

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“Are you sure?” he asked. 

It was the third time the question had left his lips. Between your kisses he mumbled it, then again when you were pulling your shirt over your head before reaching for his, and once more when he settled his body over yours on the mattress, his hips keeping your thighs spread wide. 

“Yes,” you whispered.

Your hands were on either side of his face and he leaned his forehead down to rest on yours. You breathed so well together. A gentle push and pull of shared air flowing through lungs and swelling chests in sync. Your heartbeats matched. You could practically feel his drumming against yours. They were ferocious beats; violent in your bodies as if the organs were trying to crack through your chests just to reach one another. 

"Sweethea—," he began, but the end of that endearing name was snuffed out by your kiss. You didn't care to wait a second longer to have your mouths melded, and he didn't argue. His fingers tangled into your hair as his tongue brushed over yours. Tingles shot down your spine. 

You whimpered when his tip nudged your entrance, then he slowly slid inside, stretching you open and filling you fully. You both took a deep breath. It felt right—the way things should be—with you bare, and raw, and free to absorb the feel of being in each other's arms. You didn't want to be anywhere else but locked in this frozen moment of bliss where only the two of you existed. 

"Fuck." The curse rode on an exhale of his breath. You clenched around him and his head fell into the crook of your neck, nose rubbing along the column of delicate skin. Soft kisses made their way up your throat to trace the line of your jaw.

"Jake…"

"I know," he muttered. "I'm gonna move."

You wrapped yourself around him. Arms around shoulders. Legs around waist. And he began to rock into you, slowly at first, but then faster, deeper, tightening the hot coil inside you that begged to snap.

It was so much. The feel of his lips on yours, swollen from the nibbles and sucking of previous kisses. The pressure of his strong fingers digging into your overheated flesh. The drag of his cock through your walls; in and out and in and out again to hit the spot that sprung spirals in your brain. Almost too much, and yet not enough. 

Never enough. The words overwhelmed your mind. You knew you would never get enough of him. You could take and take and take and you'd still want more. Selfish. You didn't care. Rarely did you want anything so much. Rarely did you claim anything for yourself. But Jake Seresin was yours. You'd mark him to show the world if you had to. With bites. With nail tracks down his back. 

His hips shifted slightly on a thrust, pulling a moan from your throat and forcing you to clench around him. Your fist tugged on his hair.

"You feel so fucking good, sweetheart," he groaned in your ear. He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, licking up the tear of pleasure you hadn't realized was running down your face. "So good."

"Jake, I–" You were losing control of your senses. They played with your head until you couldn't tell the difference between them, only that they were filled with Jake. He owned them, and so a part of you. 

"Honey, look at me," he said. 

You opened your eyes to meet the mossy-green irises already staring down at you. His gaze roamed over the features of your face, slowly as if to never forget the way they contorted from his movements. A small smile pulled at his lips when your entire body tightened around him. You were close, ready to let go and fall off that ledge, and you wanted him to fall with you. 

As if he could read your thoughts, his pace picked up and he somehow grew harder within you. 

"Fuck, Jake," you whimpered. "I'm gonna cum."

"Let me feel you, sweetheart. I need it," he said. "I need you."

His words drew your orgasm to crash over you, consuming you and spreading to the corners and edges and curves of your body. Every bit of you pulsed and hummed beneath him, needy for what he had to give. He thrusted sharply, hips stuttering, and then he spilled inside you with your name on his lips.

His weight draped over you but you gladly accepted it, loving the evidence of his exhaustion, of how much of himself he put into making you feel good. After a few deep breaths, he rolled onto his back and pulled you into the cocoon of his side. Your hand slid up his chest and neck to cup his jaw, and you turned his head towards yours so you could kiss him. 

Sleepiness held you down and suddenly your limbs were too heavy to move. Jake flipped on his side and traced his fingernails up the length of your spine, lulling you to rest. Your eyelids fluttered shut and your breath shallowed, evening out as his lips met your forehead. 

"I love you," you thought he whispered. But you were too far gone to be sure. 

—--

One month later

You were still sweaty, bodies sticking together after a morning of wearing each other out in your bed. You had a mountain of things to do later, but removing yourself from his arms would be no less painless than ripping a piece of duct tape from your skin. Even the thought made you pout like a spoiled child after being denied something they want.

You grabbed his hand and placed your palm against his palm, lining them up. His fingers towered over yours by a good inch; he could bend his over the tips of yours if he wanted to.

"What're you doing?" He asked, watching you examine your joined hands. 

"Your hands are big."

He chuckled, the sound deep, welcoming, vibrating from his chest to yours. "You just noticed?"

"No."

Another laugh rumbled out of him as he let his fingers fall between yours, clasping them together.

"Come here," he said. He tugged on your hand and you rolled into him. He placed a kiss on your forehead and when you tilted your head back a little, he kissed your nose, then you tilted back an inch more and your lips met. 

When you pulled away you looked up at him and said, "It's soon, Jake."

He sighed and nodded. "I know it is."

Things had been quiet, with the exception of Jake's mother, who was constantly calling and texting and emailing with various options for wedding details you didn't know the first thing about. Seating cards having a filigree border of either flowers or swirls wasn't exactly something you kept at the forefront of your mind. 

Jake was constantly apologizing for her and you worried you weren't doing so well at hiding the anxiety still locked inside you. Your mother not noticeably over your shoulder in threat over the last couple months didn't delude you into thinking she wasn't there. You had barely a month until the wedding. The likelihood of her sitting aside and leaving you alone before you walked down that aisle seemed slim at best. 

"What's going on in there?" Jake tapped your forehead with his index finger before letting his hand fall to cup your cheek. 

"Nothing."

"Is it about later? I can tell my mom and Nat to forget about it."

"No," you said, giving him a small smile. His friends had come down to throw him an early bachelor party, and while you had no interest in a party of your own, Phoenix demanded the opportunity to entertain you. When Amelia learned of the plans, she promptly invited herself to your apartment but you didn't mind the extra company. "No, it's ok. I think I'm just tired."

"Does that mean no more sex this morning?"

The question snapped you from your worries as effectively as being dunked in a tub of ice water. With a snort you said, "Oh, please," and sat yourself up to throw a leg over his hips. "I'm ready when you are."

That painfully handsome smirk grew across his face and he folded his hands behind his head, forcing the full tone of his biceps to display. “I’m always ready for you.” And sure enough, you felt his cock begin to harden against your ass. 

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Three drinks did a lot more to Amelia than you expected; more than Phoenix expected as well, based on the look that took over her face when her friend’s mother let out an unladylike cackle followed by some hiccups. After Rooster, Bob, and Coyote dragged Jake off somewhere they swore wasn’t a strip club, Amelia uncorked a bottle of wine and promptly tipped back a few glasses. Her pace could have had a stranger thinking she had some sorrows to drown, but you knew she was just excited. 

It was obvious to everyone how you and Jake changed a month ago. His sweet touches were entirely unhidden in front of his friends. They could watch you smile at him without any hint of uncertainty in your eyes. And when you left Maryland, he kissed you in full view of them. They’d looked at him with shining grins that he returned, each of them knowing what happened between you and Jake without an utterance. A week later you both met Amelia for lunch, and her joyful glow hadn’t so much as flickered since the moment she saw you walk into the cafe with your hand snug in her son’s.

“You girls,” Amelia snorted, “you’re both so young.” Her eyes were starting to glaze over and she sat a tad unsteadily in her barstool, and when she shifted a little too far to the left, Phoenix’s hand shot out to right her posture. “I’m not, and I can’t wait until George retires.”

“George Seresin? Retire?” Phoenix questioned with a chuckle. “Do those two things go together?”

Amelia nodded, taking another sip from her glass. “Oh, they will. And we’ll go somewhere nice. You and my boy will take care of us once you have the company, won’t you, Y/N?”

“Once we have the company?” Your eyebrow rose and you shot a look at Phoenix who seemed just as confused at Amelia’s statement. “Um…” Swallowing hard, you continued. “But the company transfers to us if something happens to you. It’s written into your will.” And the contract, but you thought it best to not mention the piece of paper tying you to her son.

She sputtered as if you’d just told the most ridiculous of jokes, and a few maroon droplets dribbled onto her beige skirt. Thankfully the older woman wasn’t nearly as uptight as your mother or the whole building would crumble from the rage of ruined designer clothing. “Little babies,” she said. 

“What?”

“You get the company and all its goodies when you have children, silly girl, you knew that.” She playfully slapped at your knee then her hand went for the neck of the wine bottle that Phoenix had been sure to slide just out of her reach. Her bottom lip protruded at its distance and she gave up, opting to tip her head back as far as possible with her glass to her mouth to drink up any lingering liquid. 

“Amelia?” She hummed. The sound echoed in the glass as she tapped the bottom of it with her rose-pink polished nail. “I’m a little—” you glanced at Phoenix again, unsure how to ask what needed to be asked, but your friend just shrugged. “I’m confused.”

She set the glass down on the countertop and rested her chin atop her palm. “What about, honey-pie?”

“What you just said.”

“About the babies?” Her eyes lit up, shimmering with a child-like wonder. “They will be absolutely adorable. Now I know I have a few grandbabies already,” She sneakily looked to her left and right, then leaned in close, cupping her hand around her mouth, “But my sons-in-law are no dashing princes. Rich? Yes. Handsome?” She made a face, and to your side Phoenix choked on her water from her laughter. “You are such a beauty, though. Your children will be stunners.” 

“But—”

“And I was only kidding about you taking care of us,” she said, sitting up again. “George and I have more than enough to keep us alive once everything goes to you.”

“Amelia—”

“Is it late?”

Watching her, everything about your future mother-in-law reminded you of the toddler you used to babysit down the street on weekends, including the shortness of her attention span that made fifteen-year-old you want to rip her hair from her scalp. Luckily, you were a bit less frazzled by the behavior now, but you still weren’t sure how to handle it.

Phoenix picked up her phone from the counter and clicked the side button before setting it back down. “Eleven-thirty.”

“Oh! Past my bedtime.” Amelia yawned and hopped down from her seat onto unsteady legs, her arms held out like the wings of an airplane, then she wobbled over to your couch and planted face first into the sofa cushions. 

You and Phoenix were too stunned to move, both watching her with slackened jaws until the first of her drunken snores stirred you back to reality. 

“What the fuck was that about?” Phoenix asked.

Everything had always been clear. Your mother had laid it out rather simply. You and Jake get married, and when your parents die the company passes on to you. As far as you knew, that was how Jake understood it as well, but his mother was presenting you with a different image. One that had you and Jake in positions you hadn’t planned on being in for a while. 

You turned to the brunette. “I have no idea.”

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A/N: I know I promised two other fic things before tomorrow, but I am so freaking nervous over this surgery I am having tomorrow that I couldn’t really think right the last couple days, so I picked one fic thing and figured you guys would prefer this over the others. I hope you liked it :) Questionable intentions coming soon.

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[maxybabyy]

literally losing my mind over your frat boys au klllllljkkljkllkklljll

please know it has been living in my mind since yesterday, so here's part two, aka what i actually thought about when i saw the original ask (@gaycrunch) ...

part i (re: this)

He finds him outside, hunched over on the porch with his phone in his hand and a half-full bottle of vodka open between his thighs.

“What’s a pretty boy like you doing out here all by himself?” Daniel asks, teases as he drops down to sit next to him. “If only there was a party somewhere, with like, good people and shit.”

Max grunts, barely moves as Daniel hooks his knee over Max’s. He brings the bottle to his mouth, swallows a mouthful of vodka as his free hand comes to rest on Daniel’s knee. “You know already probably, this is why you are here,” he says, digs a finger into the scar on his kneecap, the faded line from when he cut himself on a beer can.

Daniel does, was pulled aside by at least five different dudes who told him where Max had gone, “But I’d rather you tell me, Maxy.”

Max pours another shot into his mouth, keeps the bottle by his lip as he talks. “What even is a rose? This makes no sense, Daniel,” he says, and to his credit, he does sound frustrated. He’s a little drunk too, always is these days when the night falls, but Daniel doesn’t know if it’s cause or consequence.

“It’s an old school thing,” Daniel relents. He steals the bottle from Max’s hands and takes a tiny sip just so he won’t keep drinking. “Reckon I’m plenty sweet for the lot of us, yeah? Don’t need a lady to tell me how to act.”

He didn’t know frats still did this kind of shit, thought they were all past it now, that men could be graceful and charitable too. Hadn’t even thought to mention it to this year’s pledges, but then maybe, Max could have used the lecture anyway.

“Did you really tell her to go suck a bunch of dicks? Because if so, Maxy –“

Max huffs. His leg shakes underneath Daniel’s knee, jostles loose the slide he wears on his foot. “I of course did not say this,” Max says, snappish, taut. “She said she was the best at sucking dick, and I said, ‘this probably is not true’. She showed me this thing she did with her tongue, with her straw you know, and it did not look good, Daniel.”

Daniel chokes down a laugh, relents easily when Max reaches for the bottle again. He watches with unbridled want as Max pretends to suck off the lip of the bottle, interrupted too frequently by his own commentary on the technique.

Daniel reckons he’s right, the tongue is too much, barely touches the bottle at all. Not like Max had done that night, lips heavy around his dick, his tongue firm against the underside of the head.

“So like, you didn’t tell her to suck a dick?”

Max jams his elbow into his side, jolts when Daniel clams his hand around the top of his thigh to keep him in place. “Always this was not – Daniel, I would not say this,” he says, glares at Daniel when he doesn’t relent. “I said maybe that she had to practice more. I have of course sucked a lot of dicks, if she wanted to be like me, then.”

Daniel laughs, loud and surprised, and suddenly Max laughs too.

The Kappa Alphas are dicks anyway. They wouldn’t lose anything if Daniel took them off the social calendar, isn’t really a party if the entire frat can’t go, is it?

“Why didn’t you go home?” He asks after a while. The lid has been put back on the bottle of vodka, and Max has been fed whatever was left in his cup of water.

Two weeks after officially becoming a pledge, Daniel had found Max passed out in a pool of tub juice, white tee soaked in sticky sweet alcohol. He hadn’t vomited – Daniel doesn’t know then if he wouldn’t have just left him there – but Daniel had dragged him upstairs and into the shower. Had scrubbed the marker off his face but left the blue marker in his hair to watch the botched, fucking dip dye his hair had held onto for almost a week.

Max had slept in his bed that night, does it at least every two weeks now, cuddled up between Daniel and the wall. They haven’t fucked since that first time, since Daniel realised Max would be pledging the frat. But sometimes they kiss, and it’s. It feels nice, feels easy, breezy even.

“I have to wait for Carlos,” Max says, shrugs.

Daniel had elected not to pair himself with Max, chose instead one of the legacies who seemed to find power in whatever fucking hazing ritual Daniel threw at him. He kinda regrets it now, knows how shit Carlos must be at this big brother stuff. Knows he left more than an hour ago with Max’s friend from the lacrosse team, apparently without saying shit to Max.

“Nah, Maxy. You’re fine,” he says, squeezes his thigh again when Max hesitates. “Let’s go back to the house, yeah? Maybe Carlos is waiting for you there or like, we can send him a text or something.”

Max doesn’t look convinced, sceptic, like he’s the one who’s on his third year in the frat. But he takes his hand when Daniel gets up, pulls him to his feet. “Lando has the dorm tonight,” he says, shows him a picture of a sock on a doorknob.

It looks fake, but Daniel hasn’t actually seen it for himself ever. Like with the rose, doubted it was even done anymore. But then, Lando’s always been an odd guy.

“There’s always the couch if you want,” Daniel offers, shivers. “Or like, there’s also my bed. Probably the best if you don’t wanna wake up when Scotty gets home.”

Daniel doesn’t hold his breath, he doesn’t, listens instead to the crunch of the road underneath them. It’s no more than ten minutes until they’re home, Greek row almost condensed down to one block.

“Okay, Daniel,” Max says, quiet in the dark night. His hand brushes against Daniel’s, and he tries not to jump, stays still in case Max does reach out. “I think that would be very lovely.”

[banannabethchase]

weird little smut prompt: Matt needs help getting out of his very tight jeans and oh no now he's bent over with his pants stuck around his knees. (spin the wheel for who he's with or just go with whoever your heart desires)

Stuck

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I finished this days ago and thought I posted it. I did not. WHOOPS.

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Matt, he has to admit, is stuck.

“Nick?” he calls. He tries to wiggle his hand out, but even that is pinned. Stupid skinny suit pants. Stupid fan servicing. Stupid him, frankly, for reading the comments about his suits being too loose. Now he’s effed. “Jack? Anybody?” He hobbles, bent over with one hand pinned to his thigh. “Okada, are you out there?”

His humiliation quota for the year apparently isn’t over yet, because the person who walks by is quite possibly the last person he wants to see him so compromised. “Hanger!” he says. “How, uh. How are you?”

“What the fuck are you doing?” His frown is far more menacing with that absurd mustache, and it’s the one thing that has Matt hanging to his last thread of dignity.

“A new dance,” Matt says. “The kids are doing it. It’s a bit for BTE.”

Adam frowns and stares. “You don’t run BTE anymore.”

“I was joking!” Matt says. He thrashes a little, hoping the action is enough to dislodge his hand, at least. It backfires. He flings over and, without his right hand free to grab at the wall, he goes flying and crashes directly into Adam. “Very clearly, I’m stuck.”

“No shit.” Adam shuffles out from under him and there’s a rather rude thud as Matt goes ass first onto the floor.

“You could help,” Matt says, pretending he’s not pleading. “You know. A show of good faith.”

“A show of good faith would be leaving you here to be trampled by the crew after the show,” Adam says. He folds his arms across his chest. “The fuck are you trying to do, anyway?” He slaps at Matt’s hand stuck in his pants. “Looks suspicious.”

“I – I was not jerking it,” Matt hisses. “Help me up so you can help me with my pants in the EVP room.”

“I said I’d never set foot in an EVP room and you said you’d calm the fuck down, so I guess we’re both liars.” With a sigh, Adam squats down, gets his arms under Matt, and stands to bring him into the room. It’s – well, weird is the easy way to call it.

“Is this you seducing me or something?” Matt asks, trying not to sound too hopeful. “Because you could if you wanted. Look at me, all helpless and stuck with my pants halfway down my legs.”

“You’re fucking impossible.” Adam drops him on one of the couches. “You good?”

“Literally no,” Matt says. The movement managed to push the pants a little farther down, which is good for how the waistband was cutting into his skin, but now his hand is even more stuck, which is decidedly not good. “I think my circulation is getting cut off. I might lose my hand if you don’t help.”

“I thought I did help by bringing you in here.” Adam’s face is blank enough that it has to be intentional. It has to be.

Matt sighs. “Well, if you’re able to live with yourself, knowing that you could have saved me from amputation and possible gangrene and you didn’t, that’s on your conscience.”

Adam groans and throws his head back. “I can’t fucking stand you.”

Between the two of them, Adam gets his elbow into the suit gear pants and manages to pull the fabric Matt’s hand can slip out after about five minutes of arguing. Adam’s almost smiling through most of it, though. That feels like a win.

“Thank God,” Matt says. “I think I can get them off now.” He shuffles his pants and boxers off. His final hail Mary.

“Good,” Adam says. He walks backward toward the door, but his eyes stay on Matt. He hesitates briefly, glancing behind him and then back at Matt. Matt sticks his ass out a little bit more. Arches his back. Licks his lips.

“Don’t move,” Adam says. “Don’t pull the pants up.”

Matt grins, but tries to keep the smug glee in line. He doesn’t want Adam to change his mind. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”

[gilverrwrites]

love LOVE that free use Black Mask fic to bits 🖤 aaa going crazy over it ~ May I indulge in a request? A F!S/O driving Roman up the wall in his office, dolling up in a dress sure to draw his attention ... on his lap when he should be working! How will he go about punishing sweet reader for such an intrusion? Perhaps some brat-taming in order?

& Oh same anon requesting for bratty reader with Maskie! You can toss in some Daddy kink for extra measure 🖤 Black Mask/Reader, ≈500 Daddy Roman, Daddy Roman, Daddy Roman... Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

CWs: Daddy Kink, oral cock-warming, swearing, verbal humiliation, pet/name calling: bitch, baby, whore, mentions of face slapping.

Please remember: to focus on the things that make you happy.

The dress is gorgeous, short and skimpy, hugging you in all the right places and leaving very little to the imagination. As he watches you twirl around, showing off for him he can think of nothing more than ripping it off and bending you over right here and now, but “I told you not to disturb me tonight, I’m busy.” 

“But, Daddy!" The name sends a pang of arousal to his already hardening cock, and you look so cute, armed crossed, pouting lips. He wants so badly to smack the expression right off your pretty little face. 

“But nothin’ I gave you-" Before he can finish you’ve crossed the room, climbing in his lap, beneath the minuscule skirt of your dress, your exposed pussy ruts against him. Your lips greedily kiss up and down his neck. Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of him. 

How easy would it be to slip his dick out, fill you up, have you ride him til he’s pumping you full of his thick, hot cum, oh yeah, you’d like that. He’d fuck you till you're cock drunk and overstimulated, until you’re begging him for mercy. But he just doesn’t have time for that. 

“On your knees.” It’s an order, but the way he grips his fists into your hair and jerks you down, directing you under his desk, l gives you little choice in the matter. 

“Daddy has a meeting.” He informs you as he unzips, pressing the angry red tip of his cock to your waiting lips. He pushes past them, rubbing himself against your tongue, until he sinks right in, snug at the back of your throat. “Don’t move, this is your punishment for being such a needy fuckin’ bitch.”

“What’s the matter baby, can’t breathe? Not my problem.” 

He tries to pay attention; he really does but he’s losing his fucking mind. Finances this, shipping containers that. Every twitch of your tongue, every accidental move of your lips makes his cock throb, has him seeing white. 

When the meetings over, he's like a man possessed, gripping your face, your hair, your neck, whatever he can clasp onto as he fucks your face. You’re a goddamn mess, eyes red and watering, drool dripping down your chin, catching in your cleavage, soaking the fabric of your dress. Beautiful, his beautiful little whore. He’s gonna ruin you. 

He cum escapes him in seemingly endless, white-hot ropes. Of course, you’re insatiable, trying to slurp up every last drop but you don’t deserve a taste, not after your behaviour tonight. He deliberately pulls back, and aims down, spilling himself all over that damn dress you’d been so proud of. 

“Go home, baby.” You’re shaking, rubbing your thighs together for friction. Good. You reach for the tissues on his desk, but he stops you with a firm hand. “Don’t clean up. Daddy’s not done with you yet.” 

[justporo]

A Song of Night and Laughter (Part 13)

In which Astarion again says "Murder is okay, but not to disrespect my wife" because obviously, people didn't hear him the first time - so he says it harder... and with a knife.

Song for this one: Killing Time - Jordan Fiction

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence

“You really thought you would get away with holding a knife to my throat, vampire spawn?”, Miyena hissed. The blade pressed into Astarion’s neck. You were frozen against the stone wall and since Astarion was being threatened and you were pressed up against him to a wall, you had exactly zero options to do something.

The vampire didn’t even spare Miyena a look. His eyes were boring into yours, highly alert and threatening although you knew it wasn’t because of you. His pupils were diluted, his body tense like a panther ready to pounce.

“And you really thought you could kill a vampire with a simple blade like this? You wound me – only figuratively so though”, he spoke with a sneer, seemingly not stressed out at all. You felt the slightest shift in his posture that allowed you just a tad of movement.

“Of course not, I’m not the idiot you’ve taken me for, vampire”, the tiefling woman answered with a hideous smile on her face. Then suddenly Astarion could feel a sharp stake press into his back. He cursed under his breath, his eyes wandering skywards where the moon shone in defeat but still keeping the nonchalant façade. This man would seemingly never lose his teasing and sassy nature – not even in the face of death. Maybe that was when he especially needed it.

You gulped but your mind raced feverishly trying to think of a way out of this. For starters, you decided to keep her talking: “How did you manage to get away from the cityguard? The place was swarming with them!” It worked, the tiefling’s focus shifted to you even though a wince from Astarion made sure to remind you that the stake was still pressing into his back.

“You are not the only one proficient with lockpicking and sneaking around – remember that we are thieves? And I am not as dull as Eodin. And you really think these sad little puppy guards could hold me for long?”, she hissed at you and spitting out your former friend’s name – she surely changed alliances quickly. You could see her arrogant sneer, her dark blue hair shimmering in the silvery moonlight.

But you had her where you wanted her: showing off and wasting precious time talking. Astarion had managed to shift his position ever so slightly. His eyes bored into yours again, flicking to the side for a split second. You understood.

When Miyena was about to tell you how she planned to take her revenge on you especially, you whirled out from under Astarion’s arm and swished to grab at the tiefling’s hand that was holding the stake. Meanwhile Astarion grabbed the hand that was holding the dagger and basically ripped it away from his throat then using her arm to twirl her around – not entirely different from the way he had made you do when you had danced.

The tiefling who had no hands free to do anything, yelped in shock. You twisted her hand to let go of the stake. It clattered to the cobblestones of the alley. You immediately grabbed it and broke it over your thigh then threw the parts further down the dark alley. Then you turned back around again.

Astarion had Miyena in a chokehold and he was the one again having a knife at her throat. His face was contorted in hatred and his fangs bared. You could almost see his red eyes glow, but it must have been a shimmer of the icy moonlight. The panther had pounced and had its teeth around his victim’s neck.

“You really thought you could come out here and threaten me and Tav?”, he hissed at the tiefling who was now helplessly grabbing at his arm holding her head in a tight chokehold – a far cry from the cocky demeanor she had been showing only a few moments ago. “You really thought you could come out here and just kill a vampire?”, he hissed with an even harsher tone. Fury radiated off Astarion, sending lava-hot and icy-cold shivers down your spine all at the same time.

He was basically feral: the way he held Miyena who clearly had not much air left and then on top of that a blade pressed to her face, that had already knicked the skin. You could see a thin line of blood running down her cheek. Even from a distance you could see his pupils dilate – not sure if caused by adrenaline or the smell of the tiefling’s blood that surely most have hit him holding her that close. And with that you saw that Astarion was only mere moments away from completely losing it.

There was a choice you had to make, and quickly. Let her be killed by your soulmate while you stood and watched – she had been the one threatening you in the first place after all – or step in. You felt cold hatred for her and fury deeply inside you which mimicked Astarion’s outer rush of emotions. A part of you would be delighted to see her killed, watch Astarion slit her throat right in front of you. Coming to this conclusion scared you: knowing what you’d be capable of if it was Astarion’s life that was at stake.

But for all the dark violent feelings you had, you still felt compassion: you had worked together for many years, overcome many challenges and shared many hardships – even though you might’ve never really considered her a friend. And you had never been a coldblooded killer – and you sure as all hells wouldn’t start now.

“Astarion”, you whispered. His gaze connected with yours, his face immediately softening. “Please”, you whispered again so faintly there is almost no sound at all. For a heartbeat or two you see different urges battle on the vampire’s face but he finally releases his hold on the tiefling’s neck. He kept holding her with an iron grip though and pressed the dagger against her neck.

Miyena coughed and wheezed trying to fill her lungs with air again, her eyes full of panic. She dared not to try and speak.

Astarion grabbed her by the chin and made her look at him – her faces so close they could’ve kissed. “I’ll have you know that if it had only been me you’d be dead now – leaking out onto the cobblestones”, he spoke intently, enunciating every syllable and with that showing his fangs with every single word. “And if you ever try to threaten us again or send someone else after us or even if I just see you across the street: know that I will kill you and I will make it slow.” Then Astarion’s eyes wandered to you again. Anger still swirled in them but there was also understanding and worry – for you.

You were sure that that was it. That he would let her go now and you’d never see a piece of her again. But Miyena obviously had thoughts on that. “You are so fucking pathetic, Tav, you know that?”, she scoffed and spat on the ground. “You run around acting all goodie-goodie like you’re better than all of us. But you’re a liar and the thief like the rest of us and probably a killer too. And still, you act like that, even making your pet vampire…”

A slash of silver, a feral hiss, a huge spray of crimson blood and a body toppled to the ground. Your eyes widened in shock. Astarion knelt over Miyena’s body. You feared that he had actually lost control. But then you saw the tiefling move, not dead.

The vampire was still standing over the tiefling and it seemed he was whispering something to her, Miyena’s eyes widened and she started to scurry away from him in panic, but slipped on the steady stream of thick red blood that had started running down her throat. The vampire stood up again. “If you run now you’d might find someone in time to save you from bleeding out. I’d hurry though – and don’t fucking scream or I will get you yet”, Astarion said cooly to her.

This time time the tiefling cut her losses for good and got up to her feet and tumbled away – her wound leaving a trail of red. Astarion let the dagger clatter to the ground and turned to you.

You could see his whole face and half his body was splattered with the tiefling’s blood. His pupils were almost blotting out the red of his irises. He started to prowl towards you – his demeanor still predatory and his movement almost feline. His eyes never left yours until he was standing right in front of you. You saw the hunger in his eyes. He licked over his lips slowly, his eyes flickering shut as he tasted the fresh blood that coated them. Your lips opened as you watched his head roll back in bliss and saw his Adam’s apple work as he was trying to regain composure. Then he looked at you again, cocking his head with a smirk that barely did anything to hide the desire that clouded his features.

“Now, where were we, darling?”

Tags: @daedriclys

[yjhariani]

This idea crossed my mind after whatching the raid, what if the reader is sparring pake silat?!?!?!? bustin out the iko uwais moves yk.

I rlly love your writing btw lop u

I never did Silat, but unlike most people, I do enjoy writing a fight scene, so, I thank you for this.

Simon kicked you back again and, once again, you fell on your back.

“Are you seriously gonna keep doing that?” Simon asked, offering you a hand.

“Doing what exactly?” you replied, taking his hand.

You felt your body being pulled up until you were steady on your feet. Simon moved the hand he used to pull you up to your face. He examined the damage he did a few moves earlier.

“All you’ve done is blocking my moves. Hell, you’re quick, I’ll give you that, but you’re always gonna lose against someone like me if all you do is blocking the fucking attacks,” Simon piled.

“Because,” you gently smacked his hand off you, “if I start attacking, you’re not gonna win. Besides, there’s honour in this martial art, not just fighting.”

“Put aside your honour, it’s just me,” Simon said. “Just once. Show me what you’re really capable of.”

You folded your arms in front of your chest, examining his face, wondering what he was thinking of.

“Are you worried?” you asked.

“I’m worried when it matters you’ll only do this and—”

Your chuckle cut him off.

“I doubt there’ll be a need—”

“Yeah, but what if?” Simon was the one cutting you off this time.

Simon looked serious about this. For some reason, the worry was there, on his face. 

“I’m not joking,” Simon stated.

“Why are you assuming the worst?” you asked.

Simon only looked at you. He had the answer on his tongue, but he was reluctant to say it aloud. He was worried that it would enable the worst. He was sure you knew the answer.

You knew everything. Everything about him, about his past. You knew the answer to your question.

“Alright,” you decided. “You better get ready.”

Simon stepped back from you, getting into his standing. You also took your stance, hands in position.

“Don’t hold back,” Simon said.

“You’d wish I did, boo,” you teased.

Per usual, Simon was the first to strike. One of his fists went sideways across your face. However, instead of just blocking his attack this time by blocking his forearm with yours and elbowing his other hand that was coming.

With your hand that anticipated Simon’s second attack, you hand chopped his shoulder before quickly moving it to pound Simon’s peck with the side of your fist. Still with that hand, you pushed his arm that you had been holding with your forearm outwards.

By then, Simon was beyond impressed, to be honest with you. You moved quickly and not giving him any room to move.

“Do we have enough?” you asked.

“We’re just getting serious,” Simon replied.

The next one, Simon started with his leg. He swung a leg at your side. Welcoming his attack, you managed to grip his ankle and his thigh. Folding his leg, you closed your range and kicked aside Simon’s other leg. In a blink, Simon was tipped backwards as he lost his balance and hit the ground. You dropped yourself on top of him.

You swiped your fist towards his face, but Simon caught it. At the same time, you felt that Simon’s legs had taken a grip around your waist. Seeing that if he managed to flip the two of you over it would be the end of you, you pushed yourself sideways to release yourself from him.

From there, you were on your stance again, this time on the ground. Simon had his balance fixed on a rather awkward position that looked kinda like a superhero landing.

For some reason, Simon did as you expected. He stood up and sent you a front kick. You blocked said kick by lifting your hands up together and pushed it upwards.

Realising that his attack did not land, Simon immediately pulled his leg back and swung it from a side. Your forearm blocked that kick and seeing this opportunity, your free hand was about to land a fist on his private bathing suit area. Simon saw that coming a mile away and jumped back.

Simon stood in a ready position as he bounced himself on the stop in idle, waiting for you to get back on your feet. From your side, you stood in your stance, hands ready. Cautiously, the two of you closed your distance.

This time, you were not waiting for Simon’s attack. Instead, you started by kicking him in the chest with your front foot, making Simon move to the side. Once you landed your foot back on the ground, your hand now already closer to him was throwing a fist. Simon stepped back, avoiding your punch. Right after that, you threw the same fist again as you inched closer towards him.

When the second punch did not land, too, you folded your arm inwards and swung your elbow in place of fist. Swinging forwards, you missed, but that gave you enough space to swing your elbow backwards and hit him in the face. In a brief second, you could see him preparing his fist.

Now, your back was in front of him, you threw your other arm backwards, meeting one of his fists before your other arm met his other fist. You looked down, meaning to put him back on his ass, but he had lifted his leg, ready to swing a kick at you.

You ducked down and rolled aside. You responded to his kick attempt with your own kick attempt. Simon stepped aside, avoiding your leg. You dropped your leg back on the ground, keeping your stance solid.

It was visible that Simon was panting already.

So, you delivered him a kick from the side that he blocked with one hand. Quickly, you replaced that kick with a kick from your other leg, harder than the previous one. Simon stepped back to avoid this one and you were spinning with your leg in the air. You took less than half a second to put your foot on the ground before you were facing Simon again, this time with your leg swinging a kick to his side.

Simon caught your leg and you took it to your advantage to close your distance with him. You held his free arm on his side whilst the other was still holding your leg. You had a free punch on him this time.

From there, Simon dropped your leg and meant to catch your arm that had just landed a fist on his face. However, his hand was met by your elbow instead. His other hand had broken free of your grip.

Your hand that had previously gripped him now sat on his shoulder, the side that had your elbow gripped by. Had it been a real fight, you would have probably broken his arm, but it was not, so you punched the inside of Simon’s elbow downwards and locked it on the side of his abdomen.

Whilst doing that, you looked down and saw the state of Simon’s legs. He was going to knee you in the stomach, it looked like. So, you jabbed his throat, not as hard as you supposed to in a real fight, but he still stepped back.

Simon was not yet ready when he received a second attack aimed at his throat, this time from a swipe of your flat hand. The third one was your forearm on his throat. 

You were pushing Simon back until he fell back on the ground. Once again, you ended up on top of him with your forearm still on his neck, but not putting pressure.

A moment passed when the two of you only looked at each other. Soon, a thin smile formed on Simon’s face.

“That’s more like it,” Simon nodded.