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angelsnkisses · 1 year ago

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Euronymous and something with nose ifyk 🤭

A/N: ur so real for this 😭. i wanted to play around with a sort of sunshiney character for him, since he's all doom and gloom, yk? hope you enjoy <3!

P.S. a safeword is never specifically mentioned, but there is one in place!

disclaimer: this has nothing to do with the real øystein aarseth. this is strictly based on rory's portrayal of the character.

One More ♡ - Euronymous x fem!reader

‼️ NSFW - MDNI ‼️

warnings: brief mentions of drinking, smoking, dom!euronymous, sub!fem!reader, facesitting, oral (fem receiving), nose riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, fingering

His hand was warm in yours, contrasting the chilly night air as you walked. Your sneakers scuffed against the damp sidewalk alongside his dark boots, your steps a little more bouncy as you spoke to him. He was listening carefully to your words, secretly loving how bubbly your voice was. You were in a great mood, especially after having a couple drinks at the party you guys were walking home from.

To an outsiders view, the two of you were an unlikely couple. It had nothing to do with appearance, you were just so sweet. So polite, so kind to everyone. He wasn't a complete asshole, but he certainly wasn't holding doors or giving up bus seats for anyone other than you. He liked fucking with people, which he tried to do less when you were around. Although, part of him loved how you would smack his chest and scold his manners, or how you'd give him a stern look while shaking your pretty little head at his antics.

"..then they told me about college and stuff, it was really nice to see them again," you concluded, turning your head to beam up at your boyfriend. He hummed, returning your gaze with a small smile. You had gotten to see some of your old friends who were overseas for school, and you couldn't stop talking about it. You hadn't been able to afford travelling very far, and it was exciting to hear about how much fun they were all having.

"Happy you had fun, doll," he murmured, squeezing your hand in his. You felt yourself blushing at his words, your teeth flashing as your smile grew. You just loved when he called you stuff like that. Doll, love, princess, baby- anything along those lines just had you melting, especially since he wasn't nearly as affectionate towards anyone else. You looked forward as you continued your walk, getting a little closer to him.

Your other hand held a half-dead cigarette, the smell infiltrating your nose as you brought it up for a drag. The sour smoke filled up your lungs, coming out translucent and white as you exhaled. You offered it up to him, and he gladly accepted it, holding it in his free hand.

Your apartment was only another few minutes, but you were still regretting your outfit choice. Your skirt only came down to your mid thigh, leaving your legs exposed to the frigid weather around you. You had on a long sleeved top, but it was cropped and thin, leaving you shivering at his side.

"Øystein, I'm cold," you whined, even though he had specifically told you that you were gonna be freezing in that outfit. He seemed mellowed out from the party, not making a snarky comment about how he told you so like he normally would. Instead, he just pulled his hand from yours, holding the cigarette in his mouth and shrugging off his jacket. He held it up behind you, shaking it a bit to signal he wanted you to put it on. A giddy smile broke out across your face, the gesture making your heart all warm and melty.

You didn't hesitate to accept his help, slipping your arms into the sleeves and sighing in relief. You didn't feel too bad about it, he had on a thicker sweater than you did. The jacket was toasty from his body heat, warming up your top half almost immediately. It smelled like smoke and cheap cologne, but you loved it. It smelled like him. He tossed the cigarette into the street before hooking an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side and pressing a firm kiss to the side of your head.

"Looks better on you, anyways," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he ducked his head down. He silenced your singsongy 'thank you' with a messy kiss, stumbling over his footsteps a bit as he did so. You laughed at his assertion, the sound ringing in his ears as you began kissing him back. You had to push him back when he started trailing his kisses down, putting your palm over his mouth and shaking your head.

"It's just around the corner, come on," you insisted, ignoring his frustrated muffles against your hand. You removed it, tugging him along the pavement. Wet droplets started to fall from the dark sky, splashing on your cold skin and making you tremble. Soon you were both jogging down the street to try and outrun the rain, hand in hand. The rain got heavier and heavier, and by the time you got home, you were both damp with rainwater. The earthy wetness on your skin didn't make him want you any less, not now that you two were really alone.

He was all over you, hands roaming your exposed midriff while his mouth worked on your neck feverishly. You released a heavy breath, struggling a bit with your key as you tried to jam it into the worn doorknob. You turned it quickly when it went in, hurrying to get the door open while he pushed his jacket off your shoulders. He had you pressed against the door as soon as it was shut, swallowing your surprised moan in a desperate, sudden kiss.

He was touching you like it was his last chance, with need that seemingly came out of nowhere. You held onto him, nose bumping into his as you shifted angles, his hands slipping down to your waist. He groaned into the kiss when he felt how cold your skin still was, pulling back to look at you again. He took in your appearance, biting back the million disrespectful comments bouncing around his head. Nothing mean, of course.. just filthy, vulgar thoughts about every single thing he wanted to do to you.

"You still cold?" he asked, his voice husky and heated. You nodded quickly, squeezing his shoulders to steady your shaky hands. Goosebumps raised where he touched you, which didn't go unnoticed by him. He couldn't help but smile again, kicking his boots off before beginning to pull you towards the bedroom.

"Let's warm you up, then."

"Baby, relax. It'll feel so good, I promise," he cooed up from between your thighs, blue eyes peeking up at you. You were covering your face, a whine leaving you lips at his insistence. You had never sat on his face before, but he seemed really into the idea. You didn't wanna take the fun out of it, you were just so nervous. He'd eaten you out a million times before, but not like this. Not in such a different, foreign way. Reminding yourself it was just Øystein, you took a deep breath, putting your hands down and peering down at him.

"If I do this.. just- you promise you'll stop me if I'm suffocating you?" you asked, expressing your fear of smothering him for the hundredth time. He just kept his firm grip on your thighs, grinning enthusiastically.

"Probably, maybe.. come on, I want you to," he assured you, gently tugging you down with encouragement. You gasped shakily when you felt his nose graze your clit, his breath hot on your weeping cunt. He was laying on his back, head on a pillow to elevate him a bit. Your knees were on either side of his head, hovering over his face with shaky fear of hurting him. Praying for the best, you finally lowered yourself.

The second his mouth connected with you, a low moan emitted from his throat, vibrating through you. You whimpered softly at the feeling, one of your hands lacing into his hair. His tongue lapped at your arousal greedily, the tip of his nose still bumping into your clit as he did so. You let out a particularly loud moan, tugging at his hair and letting your head fall back. He was right, it felt good.

He knew exactly what he was doing, tugging you even closer with firm hands, still clasped over the fat of your thighs. Your clit was fully pressed to his nose now, your lips parting as you whined. You looked back down at him, starting to frantically card through his hair with shaky fingers. He smiled against you, pulling back a bit to speak.

"What, do you like that?" he crooned, making your lower abdomen flutter and tingle in all sorts of ways. He knocked his nose against you with more intention, forcing a moan to claw its way out of your throat. You finally nodded, a quiet 'please' falling from your swollen lips. He felt a sense of pride, mumbling something about how polite you were for him before continuing his torment.

He didn't stop you when you started subconsciously bucking your hips against his nose, tongue-fucking you eagerly while you did so. You felt a burning tightness building up in your belly, your fingers grabbing at his hair again as you moaned his name like it was a mantra. He could always tell when you were gonna finish, and he didn't plan on stopping you.

He kept up his movements, letting you ride his face until you were a shaking, noisy mess above him. When it washed over you, you frantically searched for one of his hands that rested on your thigh, holding onto it the best you could while you rode it out. Pleasure was surging through your veins, pumping into your blood and swallowing you up like a tsunami. He just licked up everything you had to give him, drowning in you.

He felt your body stop shaking after a few moments, his fingers squeezing yours as you slowly recovered. You started to climb off, earning a resistant grunt from him. He kept you on his face, giving you a near desperate stare.

"One more, for me?" he asked, watching your face. He watched your contemplation before you reluctantly agreed, earning a genuine smile from him. "So sweet, let me make you feel good," he muttered under his breath, his tongue sticking out to lick a thick stripe up your slit. You tossed your head back, a low moan slipping out of your lips as he started licking at you all over again. He pressed his nose against you with more purpose, letting you grind down on it as you pleased.

He was borderline making out with your pussy, intoxicated by your scent, your taste, everything. His jaw flexed as he hummed against you, the sloppy, wet noises bringing a blush to your face. The delicious, tingling sensation bloomed over you, his mouth worshipping your sensitive cunt like she was royalty. Your noises only egged him on, music to his ears.

It didn't take much to bring you to your second release, your thighs closing around his head as you finished yet again. You moaned with significantly less control, the feeling much more intense the second time around. You had to take several deep breaths before you were ready to move off his face, legs wobbling as you did so. He almost pulled you back down, wanting to spend all night between your thighs, making you feel good. Still, he let you get up, pressing a kiss to your clit before you could fully remove yourself.

You settled on your side next to him, smiling lazily before pressing your lips to his. His hand moved up to hold the back of your head, kissing you back with vigor. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue, sending a small shiver down your spine. It wasn't long before he had pushed you onto your back, getting up to hover himself over you with that same desperate need as before.

He couldn't keep his lips off you, his tongue pushing it's way into your mouth and swallowing up all your pretty sounds. His hands were almost frantic as they grabbed at your hips, tugging them closer to his and parting your legs. You found yourself laughing quietly at his urgency, both your teeth clashing as you silenced yourself on his lips again.

He rolled his hips forward, his painfully hard cock brushing up against your sensitive, wet heat. His moan was muffled, drowned out and faint as his eyes flickered open. He pulled his lips from yours, looking down at what he was doing breathlessly, fingers pressed into your soft skin. A possessive satisfaction filled him at the sight of the small, faded marks on your hips from previous nights with you.

"Look at you.." he murmured, his eyes trailing back up to yours. His pupils were blown, his irises not much more than a thin blue outline around the pitch darkness. His dark hair fell in his face, the ends tickling your skin from his closeness. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, fighting back a smile when you started trying to push yourself down onto him. Holding your waist still with his big hands, he pushed you down into the mattress, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. His lips moved to your ear, teeth grazing the lobe as he spoke.

"You need more?" he asked quietly, beginning to pepper kisses across your jaw, trailing down your neck. He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear your voice. You were beautifully overwhelmed by him, his warmth, his lips, his hands.. all of it was throwing your senses into overdrive. "Yes, please. I need you," you pleaded, wincing when his nails started digging into your hips. Despite the discomfort, he was still being way more gentle than usual.

He finally, finally reached a hand down, holding his base so he could line up with you. You felt his lips on your skin, muffling his satisfied hum as he slowly started pushing himself inside. You gasped when his tip breached your walls, head falling back. There was a small sting, but nothing unbearable. You felt your stomach flutter, hands moving to grip the sheets beneath you.

He didn't give you much time to adjust, pushing himself almost all the way inside with an impatient moan. You cried out, clawing at his shoulders as he forced those last few, painful inches in. Tears brimmed in your eyes, threatening to spill over as he kissed your neck apologetically. He pulled back to look at your pained expression, starting to thrust in and out of you at a slow, heavy pace.

A choked moan bubbled up in your throat as you fought to keep your eyes open, looking up at him with adoration, despite the obscene nature of the situation. Your fingers were leaving small marks on his shoulders, matching the ones he was inflicting on your sides with his bruising grip. He was quick to start speeding up his pace, the filthy wet sounds of him fucking you getting louder along with your moans. Your eyes flickered down between the two of you, stomach doing backflips at the sight of him disappearing inside you before pulling himself back out. His cock was shiny and wet, coated in your arousal. The sight made your walls flutter around him.

The pleasure was everywhere, spreading through your abdomen and thrumming along with your frantic pulse. You struggled to keep a reasonable volume, using all your willpower to not scream for him (you did still have neighbors.) You were already sensitive from your previous orgasms, your legs beginning to tremble as the feeling became too much. You had a moment of relief when his thrusts began to slow, only to realize he was merely repositioning. He perched himself up on his knees, hands sliding down to your thighs so he could grip them firmly. He tugged you down while simultaneously lifting your hips a little, spreading out your legs nice and wide before his thrusts continued.

Your head fell back, hands falling from his shoulders to grip at the sheets below you. He was going faster than before, the sound of skin on skin increasing in volume as he thrusts got harder and harder. "Fuck, needed you all day," he enunciates, his own voice starting to sound strained as he rocked in and out of you. He was going at it with much more force now, chasing his own release, enticing countless mewls and moans from your shaking figure.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you, one hand releasing your thigh to spread over your abdomen. He leaned himself a bit forward, hand pressing down just enough to feel the faint knock of himself against his palm. An almost animalistic groan escaped his tired lungs, the sheer vulgarity of being able to feel the bulge of his tip stretching you out just right was enough to have him twitching inside you, moans more consistent. The sounds he was making had your cunt throbbing around him, only adding to the stimulation. He managed to pry his hand away from your belly, pushing it down and rubbing quick, firm circles on your clit. Your hips jerked at the feeling, eyes watering as you tried to grab at his hand.

"That's- ohh, 's too much," you slurred, barely aware of his prideful grin as he listened to you. You were already fucked out and overstimulated, not much more than a crying mess as he repeatedly stuffed you full. He just ignored your meek hands pushing at his, hunching himself over so he could press a kiss to your jaw. "Shh, you wanna feel good, don't you?" he cooed, nudging your head to the side with his nose so he could kiss at your marked neck. You whined, eyes fluttering shut.

"It's too good," you admitted in a whimper, feeling his teeth graze over your neck. He made a breathless noise at your words, more than pleased by what you had said. The hand that still held your thigh tightened just a bit, his thrusts never faltering. He shook his head, rubbing your puffy clit faster as he spoke to you, ignoring your chorus of moans and pleads.

"You can take it, just one more," he murmured for the second time that night. You had to fight back a heavy groan, knowing one more was never enough for him. He wanted you ruined, and he wouldn't settle for anything less. He pulled back so he could watch you, trying to stop himself from finishing before you. It was a difficult task, you were just so pretty, so perfect, all for him. It drove him up the walls just thinking about how you were his. Your mind started to go blank when he started hitting that sensitive spot inside you, your abdomen spasming.

The last knot keeping you together beneath him snapped, your climax hitting you like a fucking train. He refused to slow down or stop, fucking you like a porn star through the whole thing. You were shaking, a thin line of drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, much to your embarrassment.

He held onto your thigh like it was his sole anchor to the earth as he felt you come undone, his orgasm following quickly after yours. He pushed himself as deep as he could, filling you up with a husky whimper. He was giving you so much, emptying himself out in you with a possessive, hooded gaze. You couldn't stop shaking, fresh tears flowing down your cheeks as the feeling began to slowly subside. He panted as he recovered, realizing just how much he'd ruined you.

He chuckled at the sight, but not in a ridiculing way. He sounded enamored, relishing the sight of you all vulnerable and trembling, a sight that only he would ever get to see. You slowly started to recover your senses, breathing heavily as you came back down to earth. You were vaguely aware of him slowly pulling out, a lewd gasp sounding from your sore throat at the feeling of his cum spilling out of you.

He grinned at the sight, unable to stop himself from reaching forward and prodding at your spent hole. He couldn't help pushing some of his cum back inside, intentionally curling his fingers up a bit as he did so. His eyes flickered back up to yours when you made a soft noise, trying to push his hand away. He didn't stop, deciding to finger you lazily as he spoke.

"You did so good, baby.. aw, come on, just one more?"

A/N: yeah, yeah, i haven't posted in too long.. good lord i must have forgotten how to write overnight or something, tell me why this took me DAYS to finish. i might have to start updating some new fandoms soon ... but i'm def coming out with some gn!reader reader stuff next 🤭. anyways, i hope you enjoyed!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #euronymous #euronymous smut #lords of chaos #øystein aarseth #mayhem #angelsnkisses #mdni

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yoonmeowzz · 2 years ago

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nct 127 ! being domestic

contents: nct 127 members x gn!reader, fluff, slice of life, established relationship, non idol au, use of pet names (babe, darling)

warnings: mentions of food (taeil and taeyong)

a/n: i've been thinking A LOT about johnny and mark and this kind of stuff so... yeah

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johnny

even if people don't believe him, he's 6ft tall, so obviously he can reach every high place in the house. he enjoys seeing you trying to get things from the highest shelves but when you decide to give up and look for him, without saying a word he gets up and helps you getting what you wanted. he then feels his chest filled with this warm feeling he can’t explain, he just loves to help you, be there for you when you need him. he usually stays in the kitchen while you’re cooking, even if you told him to rest, just to get things for you.

“johnny…” he looked up from his phone and immediately went to take the bowl you needed.

“there you go, babe”

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taeyong

taeyong appreciates every second he spends with you but late night talking is definitely his favorite thing to do with you. some days, he takes some snacks and drinks sneakily from the kitchen before going back to his room, where you are waiting for him with a smile. however, most of the time it’s just you and him hugging each other or simply lying next to each other while you talk about whatever crosses your mind.

“did you know that there was a greek stuttering orator? he’d practice hard every day to be able to speak in public without stuttering.”

“stop, y/n, i’m gonna get emotional”

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yuta

on lazy days when neither of you have enough energy to do anything, he asks you to spend the day in bed. you accept without a doubt. y’all just cuddle for a while, maybe he takes a little nap while you’re on your phone. but his favorite part is lying down on your tummy and having your hands playing with his hair. he LOVES the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp, gently twisting each hair strand. eventually he falls asleep to your slow breathing as the only background noise and once he wakes up he’s all clingy and lovely.

“did i already told you how much i love you?”

“you did, yuta, and i love you too. so much”

“i love you more, darling”

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doyoung

activities with doyoung are always aesthetically pleasant, so cute coffee dates at home with homemade coffee are something usual now. he takes his time making your coffee look great so you can take pictures to remember this sweet moments with him when you’re away. after having your cups ready y’all just cuddle on the couch covered in cozy blankets and watch a movie or talk about nothing in particular.

“you said you wanted to try caramel macchiato so i tried to make it. if it tastes bad i can give you my cup”

“thank you so much, doyoung”

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jaehyun

this man’s music taste is immaculate. you usually spend your lazy time together listening to music together while cuddling on his bed. you’re lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest as you listen to his calm heartbeat and flash by cigarettes after sex at the background. with his hands stroking your back slowly up and down you start dozing off, his arms secured around you.

“sleep tight, y/n” you hear him whisper over the music before finally falling asleep.

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jungwoo

he’s kinda a clean freak so you try to keep things neat. however, he doesn’t mind if you leave the living room or bathroom messy cause he prefers cleaning together on weekends since he has lots of fun spending time with you, no matter what y’all are doing. if you’re tiding your shared bedroom he’s going to try on every piece of clothing he finds. sooner or later, your cleaning session becomes a fashion runway.

“check this hoodie, y/n!! do i look good?”

“you look amazing!!”

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mark

messy hair mark, wearing his glasses and pajamas should be illegal cause he’s going to be the death of me. when he’s not busy he likes to spend his mornings with you, especially playing the guitar for you. you’re both sitting on his bed, he just plays some accords until you decide what song you want him to play. it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t know that particular song, he’d learn it for you. and when he starts singing ever so softly… i’m combusting

“i just wanna live in this moment forever…”

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haechan

when he’s free from work he spends his time playing video games. but there’s something about playing mario kart with you that feels different. it may sound stupid, but competing with you or making silly bets like “the loser has to give the winner a kiss” is something really intimate and special for him. he usually is very competitive, but this time he doesn’t mind losing, having you by his side is already a win.

“if you win the tournament i’ll do everything you ask me for a week”

“and if i lose?” you raised an eyebrow.

“you have to love me forever”

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sanjoongie · 3 months ago

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𝕴'𝖒 𝖆 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊

🥀Pairing: Ren Honjo! Song Mingi x Nana Osaki! Reader (f)

🥀Genre: smut, angst

🥀Au: Nana au, Manga au, Rockstar au

🥀Trope: ex to lovers

🥀Word Count: 2,472

🥀Warnings: public sex, wall sex, sex with a condom, fingering (f), thick and long dick! Mingi

🥀Rated: 18+ MDNI

🥀Summary: when you meet your rocker ex boyfriend after finishing a set yourself, can you hold yourself back from the man that broke your heart?

🥀Author’s Note: to the only Leo I know 🥰 I tried my best to write something that you would love. I'm still learning what it means to be your friend, but I love learning, so this is a great journey. Please accept this humble Mingi fic and I hope you have an amazing birthday my love

🥀also, if you're not listening to Rose by Anna Tsuchiya while reading this, you're not doing it right 😉

The crowd screamed your name and your bands as you finished the last song of your set. It was a small venue, celebrating your small town and the famous people that hailed from it. Your band had been one of the big sellers, still being a local group, but the headliner had been your ex, Mingi’s. You hoped to hell that he saw all these people who were screaming your name. It would be the perfect revenge.

“Hey, I’m going to go outside for a smoke,” You said to your guitarist.

“Throw a jacket on! You’re going to catch a cold!” The drummer yelled.

Your bassist passed his lighter to you and you took it with thanks.

You pushed open the heavy door to the back stage, your leather jacket sitting on your shoulders. You pulled out the pack of cigarettes you preferred and lit one up. You had one minute of complete solace as the late winter snow fell around you when the door flew open. Out stepped your ex, Song Mingi.

“Hey.”

You took a long drag of your black cigarette and willing your face to not show how fast your heart was beating. “What’s up, Mingi? Long time no see.”

That was an undersell, and you knew it. Mingi had gotten big with a band that wasn’t yours. You played it cool, tried to pretend that the betrayal, the heartbreak, hadn't torn you asunder but there were nights that you let your mascara smear as you chugged back the cheap kind of beer that only Mingi liked.

“Yeah. It’s been a bit.” Mingi attempted to light his cigarette with a cheap Bic, and you sighed.

“All that money and you can’t even afford a good lighter?” You flashed the Vivienne Westwood necklace lighter your bandmate had given you.

Mingi leaned in, dark eyes meeting yours as he waited for you to light his cigarette. You managed to get the lighter lit without trembling, and soon Mingi was puffing his cigarette. You let a small sigh out when he leaned back.

“You know, I never did it for the money,” Mingi said as he exhaled.

You scoffed at Mingi’s facade. “Mingi, you were poor as fuck back then. Bullshit you didn’t do it for the money.”

Mingi smirked and shrugged one shoulder. “Okay, but that wasn't the main reason. You know why I did it.”

“Big arena concerts, thousands of fans screaming your name, yeah I get it, Mingi,” you said dryly.

The only sound is the embers at the end of your respective cigarettes burning cheerfully.

“So, how have you been?” Mingi prompted you.

You let out a loud noise of frustration. “Nah, I’m not about to do this with you, Mingi.”

Mingi looked at you, bewildered. “Do what?”

You pushed your cigarette against the brick wall to put it out before you chucked it to the ground. “Small talk, beating around the bush, trying to find out if there’s a back door you can slip through. Fuck you, Mingi, I’m not doing that.” You walked past Mingi to get back to the door you had propped open with an empty beer bottle.

Mingi grabbed at your wrist to stop you, dropping his in the process. “Hey, Babe, don’t--”

“Don’t you touch me!” You shrieked. You ripped your arm out of your ex’s grip.

Mingi threw his hands up in defeat. “Sure sure, just hear me out for a minute.”

“And don’t call me Babe!” You continued to shout, your shoulders heaving with how worked up you were getting. “You don’t get to call me that.”

Mingi had the audacity to look a little crestfallen but put back on his signature smirk. “I still have your lock, you know.”

“Yeah I fucking know, Mingi,” You spat. “Every damn interview you get asked about it and you say some bullshit like the love of your life gave you it.”

Mingi raised his eyebrows at you. “You listen to my interviews?”

You felt your face heat up in shame at getting caught keeping up with Mingi. “That’s besides the point, you prick, you know damn well I’m not the love of your life.”

Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. “That’s not bullshit. You are still the love of my life. You just have to make it big and then--”

You threw your head back and cackled. “Oh, that’s rich.”

“What?” Mingi’s fists curled at his sides. “What’s this attitude all about? We agreed amicably that we should break up. It would be too hard to keep up our relationship while my contract got signed. But once you become a celebrity, it will be easy to fly to each other’s concerts and--”

“I’m going to have my own life,” you interrupted Mingi’s grand speech. “I’ve got my own band, my own road to run down. No. That life you’ve got in your head, you have to bury that.”

“Huh?” Mingi used his big body to his advantage and pinned you in between his body and the wall, his arms barring your way. “No way. No fucking way. That’s the plan!”

You’re shocked when you look up and see that Mingi’s got tears in his eyes. “I’ve been working myself to the bone so that I can have so much money that none of that old shit matters! The end game is for us to be together. That will never change.”

You feel yourself softening. Goddamn it. “Mingi, there’s no way. If I make it big, that will only make our schedules that much more chaotic. It would never work. You’ve got your life and I’ll live mine. Just be happy if we both get to attain our dreams.”

“When.” Mingi insisted stubbornly. “When we attain our dreams.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “I’m doing my best.”

Mingi bit down on his lower lip. “Let me talk to my manager, maybe we can get you as an opener, maybe--”

“No.” You held up your hand. “I’m doing it on my own, Mingi. If I can’t make it with my own talent, then I can’t make it at all.”

Mingi’s eyes scan your face, eyes moving back and forth, fondness shining from them. “It’s really good to see you.”

“Mingi,” you growled.

Mingi smiled. “You look really good, Babe.”

“Mingi, stop.”

Mingi closed his eyes and inhaled. “You smell good, too.”

“We can’t do this, Mingi.” You swallowed loudly. “I can’t do this.”

“We’re like magnets, Babe,” Mingi said in a low, husky tone. “We just can’t resist.”

You crumbled when Mingi’s ringed hand cupped your jaw, and he slanted his head as if he was going to kiss you. Only he halted, only a tongue’s lick away from kissing you. “Tell me no. I’ll go back in.”

The piece of shit knew he had you, he just wanted to gloat that he had you once again. You grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket with both hands. “Just fucking kiss me already!”

Mingi’s mouth smashed against your mouth, tasting like the cheap beer he adored. His tongue played with yours, plunging in and out. It was messy and hot, just like how Mingi preferred it. His big hand gripped the side of your head, keeping you in place while he kissed you senseless.

It was when his other hand began to inch up your thigh to pull up your miniskirt that you rose to the surface in the puddle of lust you had become. “Wait, Mingi, not here.”

Mingi smirked against your lips. “Where else are we gonna go, Babe?” His fingers followed the garter belt, callused fingertips caressing your hip bone. “It’ll be like old times, huh, fucking in the alley after a set?”

You couldn't help but moan. Mingi made everything sound so simple and perfect. “I’m not ready--”

It took no time at all for Mingi’s fingers to rub against your clit through your underwear. “I got you, don’t worry, Babe.”

You whined and squirmed against the brick wall as Mingi played with you through your underwear. He made maddening slow circles around and around the bundle of nerves. He made you an absolute wreck in no time. It was his way of telling you that no time had passed between you two; that he still knew how to push all your buttons. Mingi pushed his hand further between your legs, poking one long digit against your hole, making you cry out.

“You’ve got a wet spot, Babe,” he chuckled like that was the best compliment he could have received from you. “I think you’re ready now.”

You would have rode his fingers to find your high. You felt a wave of heat flash through your body once again at that realization. “I--”

Mingi’s deep voice cut through your worries immediately. “You didn’t think I’d come back here without a condom, did you? It’s cute and pink, just the way you like them.”

You watched as Mingi pulled a condom from his back pocket. He ripped it open with his teeth, holding it there until he had unbuttoned his belt and pushed his pants down--of course that fucker had gone commando. His cock practically strained past his belly button. You breathed in and out deeply. There was no one like Mingi, even in this regard. Mingi pushed the condom down his length.

“I…I didn’t stretch you. Is it going to be okay?” Mingi asked. His words were worried but he rubbed the head of his condom-covered dick against your sensitive clit, making you cry out.

You cocked a leg to curl around his hip and you pulled your underwear aside. “Just go slow, okay? I’ll be fine.”

Mingi smiled and nodded. “I remember.”

You both groaned loudly when he began to push into you. He would pause every half inch, if only to pull out and push back again. He continued to make headway like that, slow and steady pushing apart your walls, allowing you to adapt to his girth and length.

“Ho-hold me up?” You managed to stutter as Mingi was halfway there.

Mingi nodded, teeth dug deep into his bottom lip. You jumped up a little, swinging your other leg around Mingi’s small waist. Mingi’s hand caught at the small of your back to brace you, and you managed to sink the rest of him inside of you.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” You moaned, drawn out and blissed out.

“I can move, right? Please say I can move,” Mingi pleaded.

“Yeah, yeah give it a--oh my fucking god, Mingi!” You couldn't help but cry out as Mingi moved languidly inside of you. You could feel every fucking inch of him and--you had forgotten what it felt like to be filled up by Song Mingi.

Mingi leaned in for a messy kiss while he continued to wave his body between your legs. He didn’t pound into you, still cautious of his length and girth. That alone told you that he still cared about how you felt, that he still--

You quickly gripped his face harshly with one hand, the glint of your black, sharp nails nice against his bronze skin. “Fuck me, Mingi.”

Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Ar-are you sure? I can hold back, I can go as slow as you need.”

“What I need is for you to fuck me,” You insisted.

Mingi hooked one leg, then the other with both his arms, and then you were at the mercy of his stroke. And damn his stroke game was good. His rhythm of pounding into you was a shock to your system. He continued to rub up against your g-spot, he even hit the end of you, and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Mingi started to chant. “Fuck this cunt. Oh god. How are you still able to take me like this? You’re so fucking wet too, I know you’re loving this. Fuck, Babe, I’m kinda in love with you all over again, you know that? We should reconnect, we should--”

“Mingi!” You shouted. “How about we come first, hmmm?” You sucked on your middle finger and brought it down to your clit, letting out a low moan.

Mingi looked like he had just been insulted. Of course, he could make you come untouched. What was your finger doing? He growled, tearing it away and pushing his body even tighter into you. There wasn’t room for anything other than his cock pushing in and out of you. It was only when you heard his tiny moans that you knew he was getting close.

You pressed his head into the crook of your neck and began to verbally encourage him. “Come on, Mingi, come inside of me. You gonna fill that condom right up, hmmm? Give me something to fuck myself on my fingers later, eh?”

Mingi groaned loudly and unloaded inside the condom. His last few thrusts sent you over the edge, too, and you saw stars. That bastard still knew how to make you come, even after all these years.

“Oh, fuck,” Mingi groaned, his voice sounding a little raw.

You tapped on his bicep, and he let one leg go. But he didn’t move back. Nor did he pull out. He continued to stay tucked against the nape of your neck.

“Mingi,” you prompted.

“I… I don’t want to leave.”

You sighed. “I gotta get back soon. Someone is going to check on me. My bandmates actually care about me.”

Mingi pulled back, but only enough so he could read your face. “You’re just going to go back in there? Like nothing happened between us?”

You avoided Mingi’s gaze. “Yeah. That was the plan.”

Mingi gripped the padlock around his neck. “Only you have the key to this.”

“Should have thought about that when you left, huh?”

Mingi pulled out of you. He removed the condom and threw it next to your discarded cigarette. “Sure, sure,” he said almost amicably.

You put your underwear back in place and straightened your mini skirt. “It’s better that way.”

“Yeah.” Mingi’s voice was cracking. Shit. He was crying.

You opened the door and stood there, holding it open. “Listen. If you come back in here and sign something for one of my members, they're a really big fan, then we can think about--MINGI!”

Your ex wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up. “I love you,” he said, sniffles muffled against your back.

This shit was messy. But then again, things with Mingi usually were.

“Let me go! I said if! Don’t get your hopes up,” You grumbled.

“You wait. It’ll all work out. I just know it,” Mingi insisted, letting you down.

And maybe, deep down, you believed that, in the pieces of your heart that Mingi had broken. It was like… you needed his love, like a broken rose.

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valwrites-stuff · 4 months ago

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An unexpected turn

After an argument with James, Lars incessantly complains until you tell him to shut up and you end up having sex with your best friend.

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ Smut, friends to lovers

Unpleasant energy fills the walls of the studio. With four pairs of eyes on him, Lars stands there, staring in disbelief as James' words echo in the room. "I did what?!" he repeats, incredulous.

James, towering over him, crosses his arms and stares down at Lars. "You heard me, you ruined half of the show with how much you drank!"

Lars clenches his fists, feeling the anger bubbling inside him. "I was playing just fine and now I'm the fucking idiot to blame? What about you then? Can't remember a second of you being sober last night, especially during the show, so who is the drunkard here?!"

James lets out a bitter laugh, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "Well, I wasn't the one constantly missing notes and messing up the beat, was I?"

The tension in the room is thick, the air heavy with their unresolved issues. As they continued to bicker, their voices filled with animosity, you can see the bond that held them together unraveling.

Before the argument can escalate, James has enough. With a loud bang, he storms out of the studio, slamming the door behind him. Lars stands there, staring at the closed door, the silence ringing in his ears and anger flashing his eyes.

Biting your lip, you watch the scene unravel before you, as Lars stands there, his face red with anger. The room falls quiet as everyone waits for what will happen next. Lars stares at the now closed door before turning around to his bandmates, who avoid eye contact and quietly put away their bass and guitar.

You can feel the unease as Lars takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Kirk and Jason excuse themselves, leaving you alone with Lars in the now empty rehearsal room. You can see the frustration in his eyes.

Taking a step closer to him, you reach out and gently place a hand on his arm. "Hey, you okay?" you ask softly, trying to be the one friend who's there for him when no one else is.

Lars looks down at your hand, his eyes softening as he gazes at you. "I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe this shit...," he says, his voice quiet.

You smile reassuringly at him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, we all have our moments." you suggest, leading him to sit down on the nearby couch.

Lars and you sit together in the quiet room. As you offer him a cigarette, he takes it without a word, lighting it up with shaky hands. He takes a drag and exhales sharply, the smoke curling around his face.

"James is a fucking asshole," Lars begins, his voice tinged with anger. "I was doing fine and he just comes to me the next day after the show and calls me an idiot in front of the whole band. Do you think I did bad last night? I wasn't even that drunk!"

You listen patiently, knowing that Lars needs to let out his frustration. You've known him for years, and you know that he can be hot-headed when he feels wronged. You nod as he rants, letting him get it all out before you try to offer any advice but not wanting to interfere since James is your friend too and you know it always takes two to tango.

"No, it wasn't that bad but..." you start, but Lars cuts you off before you can finish.

"But nothing!" he snaps, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'm sick of James thinking he's better than me. I work just as hard as he does, if not harder. And yet he treats me like I'm some kind of incompetent fool."

As Lars continues to rant, his frustration starts to seep into the air around you. You can feel the tension building, and you know that you need to do something to diffuse the situation before it gets out of hand.

"Lars... Lars..." you try to get his attention, but he seems to not even hear you as he keeps on with his outburst.

"LARS! Shut the fuck up!" you finally snap, the words coming out harsher than you intended. Lars stops mid-sentence, his eyes wide with surprise.

"All you do is whine and bicker without ever realizing that you are at fault! It's not always the others that do wrong, you are also in the wrong sometimes. And talking shit about your best friends is not helping either nor does it solve the problem " you continue, feeling a surge of frustration yourself as you get into his face and point your finger at his chest.

Lars stares at you, his expression a mix of shock and defiance. But as he takes in your words, you see something shift in his eyes.

Before you can react, Lars wraps his fingers around your wrist forcefully, staring into your eyes with a mix of anger and lust for his best friend.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" Your heart is pounding in your chest as you realize the effect your outburst has on Lars. You can see the conflict playing out in his expressive green eyes. "I did." Slowly, his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, and a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

Without warning, he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips roughly against yours. The kiss is demanding, passionate, and fueled by the built-up tension between the both of you. You feel a jolt of desire course through your body as you respond instinctively, parting your lips and tangling your hands in his long brown hair.

Your tongues dance together, tasting and exploring, hungry for more. Lars' hands roam wildly over your body, squeezing your slender waist and cupping your ass, pulling you tightly against him. You can feel the forming bulge in his pants pressing insistently against you and it sends a rush of wetness to your pussy.

Breaking the kiss abruptly, Lars trails kisses along your jawline and down your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. "Fuck you," he whispers hoarsely, breath hot against your ear. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

You shiver at his words and the realization that this fantasy had been building up inside him for who knows how long. "Not as long as I've wanted this," you murmur back, "I used to dream about what it would be like to fuck my best friend."

A low growl escapes Lars' throat, and he lifts you effortlessly, cradling you on his lap. Kissing you hungrily you moan into his mouth as you feel the hardness of his cock pressing against your core through your clothes.

With eager hands, you begin tearing at each other's clothing, unable to get enough skin-to-skin contact. Your lean, shapely body was soon bare before him, your small, perky breasts touch starved. Lars takes one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue while his hand squeezes and massages the other.

"Fuck Lars..." You arch your back, offering yourself to him, moaning as waves of pleasure washes over you. Your hands fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans, desperate to set free what you had fantasized about for so long. Finally, with a sharp tug, you release it from its confines.

Lars' cock stands tall with the head already gleaming with pre-cum. Taking it in your hand, you stroke it gently, marveling at the weight and warmth in your palm as Lars eyes follow your actions, the argument and anger long forgotten.

“Oh shit. So good.” Lars moans as you continue to stroke him.

You can feel the wetness between your legs increase as you watch Lars’ reaction. You move and drop to your knees, looking up at him with sultry eyes. “Can I?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lars nods, his eyes dark with desire. You lean in and take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.” Lars groans as you take him deeper into your mouth.

Sucking off your best friend until you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, you know that he’s close. “I’m gonna cum.” Lars warns you, but you don’t stop. You want to taste him, to feel him cum in your mouth.

With a loud moan, Lars comes, filling your mouth with his warm, salty cum. You swallow it down, savoring the taste of him.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” Lars says, pulling you up to stand in front of him.

You can feel his cock twitch against your belly as he pulls you down onto him and leans in to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it only makes you want him more.

“I want you inside of me, Lars.” You whisper in his ear, your voice filled with desire.

Lars doesn’t need any more encouragement. He grabs you and pushes you down onto the sofa before quickly standing to remove his clothes and hover over you.

He wastes no time and positions himself between your legs and looks down at you, his eyes filled with lust. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He asks, his voice husky with desire. You nod, your eyes never leaving his.

Lars enters you slowly and you can feel every inch of him inside you, and it feels amazing. Giving you a moment to adjust, he starts to move, his thrusts becoming hard and fast quickly. You can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm with every thrust.

“Yes Lars, just like that.” You moan as he hits your spot and Lars leans down and takes your nipple in his mouth again, sucking it gently.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside you. He growls, the sound primal and raw. It sends shivers down your spine and straight to your pussy.

Lars starts to fuck you harder, his hips snapping against yours. You can feel yourself getting close, the pressure in your lower belly growing with every thrust.

“Lars, I’m gonna come...” You gasp, your breath coming in short, sharp pants.

He doesn’t say anything, but he fucks you even harder, his thrusts so deep you can feel him in your belly. "Then fucking cum for me, baby!"

It takes one short moment and you come hard, your pussy clenching around Lars’ dick. He growls again, moving rapidly before he comes too, his hot seed filling you up.

You lie there, panting and sweating, your bodies still joined together. Lars leans down and kisses you sloppily.

“That was amazing.” He murmurs, his voice hoarse from his own orgasm.

You smile, feeling sated and happy. “Yeah, it was.”

Lars pulls out of you, making you wince as he leaves your warm, wet pussy. He lies down on top of you, cradling you into his arms.

You look up at his face, feeling safe and loved. Lars strokes your hair, his touch soothing and comforting. "Guess we're not just friends anymore," His voice was soft, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken emotions that had been building between you both for seemingly too long.

"Guess not, plus I feel like it helped you distress...like a lot," you reply, a playful glint in your eye as you trace his features with affection. The weight of your friends' disagreements seem to dissipate with each passing moment spent in each other's company.

Watching Lars shake his head in disbelief, a chuckle escaping his lips, you can't help but smile at the simple joy of being in his presence. As he leans in, burying his face in the crook of your neck, a contented sigh escaping his lips, you feel a surge of gratitude for this unexpected turn of events.

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aquagirl1978 · 7 months ago

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Reunion

A/N: My third entry for An Invitation to Crown hosted by @judejazza - this is Part Two to my earlier fic, Cigarettes After Sex. Pairing: Jude Jazza x f!Reader Prompt: body worship Word Count: 1748 Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; reader is female; reader is called 'princess'; oral sex (suitor receiving); come swallowing; piv; explicit language used.

“I’ll do it.”

Everyone turned and looked at you - well, everyone that is but Jude. And Ellis. They weren’t there in the castle when Victor called everyone for this meeting.

“Are you sure about that?” Victor asked, his eyes searching yours for even a hint of hesitation.

“I’m sure,” you replied. You needed something – anything – to get your mind off of Jude and this mission presented the perfect opportunity to do so.

“Well, that’s settled then,” Victor announced with a wide smile and a clap of his hands. “Will, Liam and Alfons will go with you to –”

“She’s not goin’ anywhere. Too dangerous.”

The sound of silence rang loudly through the room as all eyes focused on Jude standing in the doorway. You looked at Jude, whose eyes were focused elsewhere, wondering why he was there. Not daring to hope he was there because maybe, just maybe, he still cared for you.

“She asked to go,” Will stated, his head tilted as he stared back at Jude.

“She’s not goin’,” he repeated slowly, glaring at Will. “I won’t let her see what you're capable of,” he added under his breath, his gaze shifting briefly to you.

Your breath hitched as you locked eyes with Jude. You missed him, far more than you cared to admit. Even momentarily, you could see the storm clouding his amethyst eyes, a storm you wished so desperately to be swept up into.

“To fulfill her job as Fairytale Writer, she needs to see with her own eyes what we do.” Will turned his gaze to you, his smile both mischievous and alluring.

Stop looking at me like that; your smile has no effect on me.

“It’s your choice. You don’t have to listen to him,” Will continued, resting his chin in his hand, blood red nails gently tapping the table.

“You’re not Ellis, you can do what you want.”

A flicker of frustration flashed across Jude’s face as his body visibly tensed. “Go to yer room.” He didn’t speak your name or look your way, but all in the room knew his words were for you.

“What you choose to do next is up to you,” William said.

Your eyes flicked between the two men; really, it was an easy choice for you to make.

*****

“What’s going on, Jude?” you asked, spinning in your spot to face him. Safe in your room and away from watchful eyes, you were finally able to give him a piece of your mind. “You broke it off. You left me. You ignored me for days on end.” You spit each word out, hurling the truth at him, hoping one would strike him and hurt him as much as he hurt you. “Why now do you care what I do?”

“It's dangerous,” was all he said.

“Yeah, you said that already.”

Jude looked away, his gaze unable to meet yours and huffed a small breath. “Didn't want ya to get hurt,” he said softly.

“Jude…”

Your heart ached as you spoke his name; you were right, he still cared.

“”Don’t go gettin’ yer hopes up. I’m still a bad man.”

“You're not a bad man, Jude. You’re a good man, who happens to do some bad things.”

Jude just stared at you, curious to hear what words would next come from your mouth.

“And I accept that. I want to –”

“No more yappin’,” he said, cutting you off. Before you could get another word out, he stepped in front of you. With his face mere inches away from yours, you braced yourself, expecting a barrage of reasons why this wouldn’t work, while staring straight into his eyes.

And then you saw a flicker; it was subtle, but it was there. A softening in his expression as he stared back at you.

You weren’t expecting him to bring his hands to your face and cup your cheeks gently; he surprised you when he pressed his lips to yours in a kiss.

“Jude…” you said softly, pulling away from the kiss in a moment of shock.

“Shuddup,” he whispered, pulling you back in for another kiss. Wrapping his long arms around your shoulders, his fingers reached for the laces of your blouse, your body tingling from his touch.

For the first time in days, you felt alive, his kiss breathing life back into you. Jude was back. And you were in his arms where you belonged.

He pressed his body against yours, his heat radiating as you felt a familiar firmness that stoked a fire in your belly. You pulled away from his kiss, his disappointment expressed in a strangled moan; overcome with desire, you flashed him a grin before you began to unbutton his shirt.

Taking your time undoing his buttons, you let out a small laugh as you swatted his hands away from helping you. There was only one way to make up for lost time together and show him how much you loved him, and that was to drag this out as long as possible.

Fingertips danced across his chest, tracing the lines of even the faintest scars, lingering when you noticed how his breath hitched and his body tensed the further you explored.

With a few quick tugs, you pulled the hem of his shirt free from his waistband to get to the last few buttons. Your grin grew wicked as you sank to your knees to finish your job.

His gaze still upon you, he took your hand in his, and gently, so very gently, placed your hand on the bulge between his legs. Slowly, you traced the outline in his pants, enjoying the sweet, pleasurable sounds he made.

Your gaze lingered on the prominent bulge in his pants. Sighing softly, you brought your hands to his waistband and unbuckled his belt. As your fingers wandered by his waistband, you tilted your chin up and looked into his eyes, waiting for his nod before continuing your exploration. His eyes were half-lidded, darkened with desire, as he gazed back at you seductively.

“Princess…”

To hear him finally call you that, his special name for you, was enough to send warm tingles all throughout your body. Wrapping your fingers around his shaft, your eyes shifted to the cock in your hand.

Words could never describe how much you loved his cock. How much you loved holding his cock in your hand. How much you loved sliding his cock inside your mouth.

Unable to tear your eyes away from your hand on his cock, you began to stroke his shaft, so softly at first it was almost torture. Your thumb teased his tip – it was soft as velvet, a drop of pre-cum appeared; you could not wait to slide your tongue over it and lick that drop. You stroked your lover, enjoying the weight of his balls cupped in your hand.

He brought his hand to your face, tangling his fingers in your hair. You glanced up at him adoringly, one last time before he guided your head towards his hips. With a smile on your lips, you teased his tip once more, another drop appearing; your tongue darted out, licking it, enjoying its sweetness on your lips. Pumping his cock a few more times, you opened your mouth wide while sliding his length inside.

Dragging your lips up and down his hard shaft, he groaned as he pulled your head closer to his body. Flicking your eyes up to meet his, you loved seeing his face filled with such pleasure. Popping his cock out of your mouth, you wrapped your fingers around him as you placed a trail of kisses along his shaft. You then placed gentle kisses on his balls, taking each one into your mouth.

Wrapping your hair in his hands, he guided your mouth back to his throbbing cock. Sliding it into your mouth, you sucked on him until his length hit the back of your throat. He held your head there firmly as he began to thrust into your mouth roughly. Heat flooded your body as your mouth was filled with his cock.

“Ah, fuck…”

Once he began to tremble, you kept your eyes on his, never wavering, as he shot his load down your throat. Lapping up all his juices, you licked his cock clean as he moaned blissfully, his hand finally letting go of your hair.

He offered his hand to you, helping you stand. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, eager to see where the night led you.

With the moon shining bright through the windows in your room, Jude guided you towards the bed, shedding the last of your layers on the way there. When the back of your knees hit the mattress, you gently fell onto the plush covers. Jude climbed onto the bed, his body straddling yours, a hunger in his eyes that you missed so much.

His mouth fastened to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a trail of biting kisses, his long fingers traveling up your thigh searching for your sweet spot. You let out a lewd sound when he slid a finger inside you, his thumb teasing your clit.

His touch filled you with so much pleasure that when he finally slid his cock inside you, you felt like you might come instantaneously.

Later you could take your time with him, but right now, you just wanted to feel every inch of him inside you as you squeezed his length on each thrust. Dragging your nails down his back, you left light scratches, marking him, claiming him as yours. Enraptured, he claimed you, his mouth sucking sweet marks across your chest.

When your pleasure peaked, it exploded. A warmth filled your body like you never felt before as Jude joined you in a state of rapturous bliss. He collapsed on you, your bodies still joined, your euphoria ephemeral.

He lifted his head and stared at you; the room was silent, so silent you could hear your heart pounding in your chest. He brought his hand to your face, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.

Jude finally smiled at you, a smile so warm it made you melt.

“I really can’t get rid of ya, now can I?”

“Nope.”

“Even though I’m a bad man who does bad things?”

“Whatever,” you said with a huff of laughter.

He couldn't hide his smile as he pressed a kiss on your lips before resting his head on your chest.

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wakasaz · 1 year ago

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Aren't Pretty Girls Supposed To Be Scared of Monster's?

♤ Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x Afab!Reader

♤ Not Proofread

♤ Wc: 6.1k

♤Tw: 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, oral, rough sex, semi-public sex, degradation, humiliation, Masturbation, wakasa just being mean, pet names, spitting, this is dark don't read if dark content bothers you.

♤An: Smiley is ooc but I love him and wanted to include him somehow.

Lights flash lighting up the sky. The air smells like sweat and funnel cakes. "This place smells disgusting" your best friend Emma says. You roll my eyes as you continue to walk passing various stands, food trucks, and rides"

"Can we just go?" Emma asks, grabbing onto your arm.

"Unlike you I actually came here to get on the rides." Emma lets out a whine. "But it's nasty here," she complains. You shake your head "the boys are going to be here any minute." You tell her as you continue to drag her further into the carnival.

It's autumn here now and the annual carnival is in town. It comes every fall and it is always on your fall bucket list. This year Emma decided she was going to come with you. Now thinking about it she probably only agreed because Draken said he would be here.

Emma perks up slightly at the mention of the boys coming, excited to see Draken. We walk around for a few more minutes before Emma points him out in the crowd. Walking over to meet him he brought Nahoya with him. Letting out a sigh you follow Emma over dreading this evening now.

Nahoya wraps his arms around your waist laying claim to you. You aren't together, not anymore but he has to let every guy here now you are still his. He plants a kiss to the side of your head and you shutter away. "Hey baby" He says As he squeezes your side. " Can we talk?" He asks. you tell him not here but he convinces you, dragging you away from the group of friends.

He stops walking in front of a fun house. You can hear music and screaming coming from it's fog seeps out of the opening. People are lined up waiting to get in. "Let's stop this little charade and get back to the way things used to be" Nahoya says As he looks at you. "What charade Nahoya? We broke up" you say. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. "You and I both know that was just a little break. I gave you your space now it's time to come home" you shake your head.

"We broke up Nahoya. We aren't getting back together." You and Nahoya were high-school sweethearts. Dating from freshman year all the way through college. You decided to end things wanting to start new after graduation. Nahoya didn't take it well. He grips your shoulders "We can fix it" He says shaking your head you tell him there is no fixing it. His grip on your shoulders gets tighter causing you to jump slightly. "Listen here" He starts to say being he is cut off.

"Hey!" A deep lazy voice yells from the side coming from the direction of the fun house. It's empty now. A guy with long hair striped in blonde and purple is leaning up against the fun house, his arms crossed over his chest as a cigarette rests in the side of his mouth. His feet are crossed one over the other. He's staring at Nahoya.

"You have a problem, buddy?" Nahoya asks, turning away from you to look at the guy. His fists are clenched. Nahoya had a bad temper. He was always in fights in school.

"No problem, buddy" the man says, putting emphasis on the word buddy. "But it looks like she has a problem with your grabbing her" He continues. Nahoya goes to take a step forward. You grab his arm knowing this isn't going to end well. "Just let it go" you say trying to pull Nahoya back towards you. "Did you hear what this fuck said?" Anger fills Nahoyas voice. If he wasn't always smiling you'd think the nicknames him and his brother have should be the opposite. Nahoya gets angry easily while Souya is a sweetheart.

"It doesn't matter" you say "let's go back to Draken and Emma" pulling on his arm trying to get him to go he jerks his arm away from you throwing them in the air. "Whatever," He says, as he storms in the direction of your friends. You let out a sign looking down at the ground. You turn your head towards the fun house, wanting to thank the man, but he is gone. You walk over to where he was leaning against it and decide there aren't many places he could run off to. He's either inside or behind it.

The need to thank him overtakes you as you decide to go behind the building looking for him. Behind the fun house is dark and quiet. The screams from inside the house died down. You look around and see the man leaning against a wall lighting another cigarette.

"Hey" you say, voice coming out smaller than you'd like.

He looks up at you. "Employees only back here" He says pushing off the wall walking past you back towards the front, smoke hitting you in the face as he passes.

"I wanted to thank you" you say and he stops not turning around. "Not necessary," He says, then continues to walk. You walk towards him. He's at the front again, standing by the booth to collect tickets. "But it is necessary. You didn't have to say anything, " you tell him as you come to stop beside him. He glances at you. "Well, you thanked me. Bye. " He turns away, fingers drumming on the booth.

"Hey–"

"Look I don't make it a habit of involving myself with other people's relationships. I also don't make it a habit of babysitting damsels in distress. So if you don't mind please fuck of–" He looks at you and shit are you gorgeous. Your face is eliminated by the red lights the fun house is giving off. Fuck your perfect. He thinks.

"Damsel in distress? Hmm does this mean you're my knight in shining armor?" You ask, throwing him a smile.

"Nope, no knight here. Just a guy trying to get back to work" he says, turning away again.

"Because you're so busy" you say motioning towards the front of the fun house that is lacking in people. He rolls his eyes. "What's your name?" You ask in a sweet voice.

"Wakasa" He says after a few seconds pass. You smile at him, giving him your name. " that guy you saved me from is my ex Nahoya. He's not dealing with the break up well"

"No shit" Wakasa says you take a few steps towards him. "How did someone like you end up working here?" You ask "you don't look–"

"Like a carnie?" He finishes your sentence.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way. I just mean you don't look like the others" you say

A few heartbeats pass before Wakasa speaks up again. "The carnival is one of the only jobs that doesn't do background checks. Most people wouldn't hire someone with a record like mine" Wakasa says not meeting your gaze. You go to open your mouth to respond. Mouth wanting to ask what he did but mind telling you not to.

You hear your name being yelled and then an angry Emma is storming towards you. She grabs your arm "what the hell are you doing?" She asks as she looks between you and Wakasa. "Talking to my new friend" you say, smiling at her. "This is Wakasa. Wakasa this is my best friend Emma"

"Nahoya is pissed. Like fuming. I swear I can see smoke coming from his ears." You sigh "come on let's go. The boys want to go out to eat and this place is giving me the creeps." Emma says "No offense" Wakasa looks at her and shrugs "none taken" Emma and you go back and forth for a few minutes. You don't want to leave.

"Look, my cars here just go with Draken. I can meet up with you guys later." You say

"I'm not leaving you here with this weird ass dude at this janky carnival. What is he kidnaps you?" Emma says

"No offense, right?" Wakasa says. Emma shoots him a glare. "No, offense very much intended. Now come on, we are going to meet up with Mikey and Baji" you move from your position next to Emma, backing up slightly towards Wakasa.

"You can't be serious, you know what fine! But when he kidnaps you and your picture is on the side of a milk carton, don't come crying to me!" Emma yells as she storms away.

It's quiet for a few moments. "Should I be worried about you kidnapping me Wakasa? You did mention you have a criminal record"

He laughs and smirks at me "not at all, princess" a heartbeat passes before he adds "unless you're into that kind of thing" he adds with a wink.

Your entire body goes off with alarm bells. Telling me to run. Somehow your compelled to stay. "It's dark and quiet back here, princess. Pretty easy for me to snatch you up. No one would be able to hear your screams over the rides." Wakasa says As he stomps out his cigarette. You mouth drops as I stare at him.

"That was a joke"

"Really though, princess. You should listen to your friend and go. We're closing soon and it won't be a joke when one of these fucks snatches you up."

Your heart thumps in my chest. "You'll protect me though"

“You really have a lot of faith in a stranger,” He says.

“How much for the fun house?” You ask. “Two” You hand him two tickets and start walking towards the fun house. “Enjoy” he says, looking bored as you enter.

Once inside the music is loud and it is hard to see. The room is filled with fog and the lights are flashing. After you take a couple of steps a voice comes on an intercom. “Welcome to Spites fun house” And voices of children saying “Come play with me” and singing ‘ring around the rosie’ repeat over and over. You hear loud bangs and the sound of glass shattering. It’s cold here. Colder than outside in the October air. You continue walking further into the fun house, bumping into things as you try to make your way. You find a room and enter. It's full of mirrors, all broken. It looks like a dressing room. Clown costumes covered in red, you assume, are meant to be blood and thrown around. The red paint is covering some mirrors. You turn to a vanity and see the mirror is smashed with writing on the mirror in the same red color that looks like it was done with someone's finger.

“Look what you’ve done to me.”

“Is this what I look like?”

Cover the little bit of mirror that isn’t shattered. You back out of the room and back into the main part of the fun house. That was a dead end anyway. You walk further into the fun house pumping into things every once in a while. There are fake windows with ripped up curtains and fake doors leading to a wall. You feel a shiver run up your spine. You’re pretty sure you’re the only one in here right now. The voices on the intercom come back on louder this time. You must be close to the speakers. The lights continue to flash making it hard to navigate in the fog covered room.

After several minutes of walking around, bumping into everything, and opening many false doors you finally make it to the end of the fun house. Leaving you see Wakasa leaning up against the wall with another cigarette in his mouth. “Have fun?” He asks, smirking at you with a tilt of his head. “I think that was creepier being alone.”

“Princess, if that scared you then this is no place to be after closing.” You check your watch. “11:45pm”

“What time does it close again?” you ask “midnight. Rides already closed down for the night” You nod “Um, do you think you could walk me to my car?” You ask. Wakasa raises a brow but then shakes his head. “Can’t leave the fun house. You’d be surprised how many people like to try and sneak in after hours.” people actually try to sneak into this place? You think to yourself. You hate to admit it but it freaked you out more than you'd like to admit. That’s why you asked him to walk you to your car. “You’d be shocked how many times we catch people trying to fuck”

You wrinkle your nose. “Who would want to have sex in that thing?” You say shivering at the thought of someone taking you in there. Wakasa shrugs his shoulders. “You can fuck anywhere if you want it bad enough” He says in his deep lazy voice, You feel your face warm. How did you end up talking about sex with a complete stranger? And not just any strangers but an extremely hot carnival worker. “I guess you’re right” “I know I am, princess” He responds with a wink.

“You should go.” He says checking his watch. “What if I don’t want to?” You asking smiling at him. Wakasa sighs as he shifts on his feet. “I’m not like your little boy toy, princess. I wasn’t kidding when I told you I have a record. I work in a god damn traveling circus for fuck sake.” He grabs your chin tilting your head toward his. He’s close. So close you can feel his breath fan your face. The smell of nicotine overwhelms you. “Whatever little fantasy or kink your trying to live out by fucking around with me isn’t going to end well for you. I’m not someone you want to be involved with.”

Everything he is saying is true. He is telling you exactly who he is but you don’t care. You feel drawn to him. Your body fills with need and for a moment you don’t recognize yourself. This isn’t like you. You don’t do these things. “Now run along. I need to close up” He says, releasing your chin and backing away. You suck in a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Something flickers in your eyes. It’s there and then gone so fast Wakasa couldn’t tell what it was. If he wasn’t watching you so closely he would have missed it. You tell him how you never do anything reckless. How you always tried to be perfect. That’s how you ended up with Nahoya in the first place. All the girls in school had crushes on him and you wanted the perfect boyfriend to fit into your perfect little life.

“I want to know what it’s like to do something bad” You say, taking a step closer to him. He sucks in a breath. You’re so close he can smell you. He can’t put his finger on what exactly the scent is but he knows you smell sweet. It’s intoxicating. He feels his cock twitch. He knows he shouldn’t but all his senses went right to his dick. His cock is screaming at him to give you exactly what you’re asking for, and who is he to argue with it,

“Get inside” He says jerking his head towards the fun house.

“What?” You ask, eyes widening, voice coming out almost as a squeak.

“Get inside and don’t come out till I say.” You stare at him.

“Understand?” You take a step back thinking and just turning and running to your car. “Wakasa-” He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence. He points towards the fun house. “ I told you to leave, I told you I’m not someone you want to mess around with. This is your final warning. You either walk in there and wait for me or you turn around and go back to your perfect little life and forget about me.”

You chew on your lip going back and forth with yourself. The rational side of you tell you to listen to him and leave but the slick building up in your heat is telling you to stay. To stay and find out. That you want this.

“If you’re still here when I get back, then I promise you I’ll give you exactly what you want. You want to forget about your perfect little life? I’ll make you forget your own name by the time I’m done with you.”

Wakasa left to turn in the tickets he collected. He never understood why the guy running things wanted the tickets so bad. He always said something about wanting to see what rides are doing the best. Wakasa didn’t care. He just wanted to get back to you. To see if you stayed. Once he turned them in he was racing back towards the fun house.

She won’t be there. He thought to himself. She left.

He pictures you standing there when the reality of the situation finally dawns on you. You’ll turn around and run to your car, out of his life. Girls like you don’t mess around with guys like him. It’s how it’s always been and he doesn’t see that changing with you. He lets out a sigh. As he shoves his hands in his pockets. She probably panicked once I left and made a run for it, he thinks. She’s probably in her car right now heading back to her perfect life with that orange headed weirdo.

A part of Wakasa considered not even going back to the fun house but back to his trailer. He didn’t want to walk all the way across the carnival again just to be met with the fact that you left.

He passed families and couples gathered around various carnival games. Dads trying to win prizes for their kids and boys trying to impress the girls they are with by winning the biggest teddy bear. Wakasa chucked to himself knowing the games were rigged. They are set so no one wins. Or at least it's extremely difficult to. The carnival didn’t make money by giving away prizes. They made money by conning people into trying to win the prizes.

I should just go home, forget about her. He thinks to himself. Just go take a shower and call it a night. The fun house comes into view and he feels a familiar heat in his gut. Fuck I walked all the way over here and she left I’m going to be pissed, He thinks. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it as he walks into the fun house. He doesn’t see or hear anything. Letting out a sigh and turning around to go home he blows smoke out his nose. He’s almost to the entrance when you grab his wrist pulling him back slightly. His eyes widen and he twists his hand so he has your wrist now. He turns towards you grabbing your other wrist and backing up slamming you against the wall and holding both your wrist above your head.

“You sure?” He asks lips ghosting over yours, his voice is low. You nod and he drops his cigarette, stomping it out. “You have to tell me if this is too much. If you need me to stop.” You nod again, a small whimper escaping your lips. He takes one of his hands and runs it up your throat, to your jaw. He grabs your chin and runs his thumb over your bottom lip. Your tongue darts out licking his thumb. He pushes it into your mouth and you start to suck on it, nipping ever once in a while.

Fuuuck

He pulls his thumb out tracing it down your body when he reaches the buttons on your pants, undoing them with ease. He slips his hand inside.

“Shit”

You're soaked.

“Is it this easy to turn you on? Huh, I shouldn’t be surprised. Nahoya doesn’t seem like the type of guy to know how to use his dick. Has he ever fucked you the way you deserve, princess?”

Your breath catches in your throat. Whimpering at his words. His cock twitches as he runs his nose up your neck. He sinks two fingers into you and starts moving them slowly. “Tonight princess, This tight cunt is mine” You whine as you buck your hips. His thumb finds your bundle of nerves and he starts moving in circles. “All I can give you is tonight. We pack up and leave soon, but I promise you this’ll be a night you’ll never forget.”

You bite your lower lip trying to silence your sounds.

“Tell me, princess. Is this cunt all mine? Need to hear you say it”

Wakasa pulls his fingers out, putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean. He moans against his fingers, closing his eyes. “Fuck you’re delicious.” you whine at his words and loss of contact. “Touch yourself.” He whispers into your neck and his hand finds your hair gripping it tight. “Show me how you touch yourself, princess” He says as he licks up your neck then nips where shoulder meets neck.

Your hand slides down your body and into your pants. You gather your slick and slowly start rubbing circles. You whine and buck your hips. Your eyes close and your head falls back into the wall. Wakasa watches you, amusement in his eyes. “That’s it. Good girl” He says in a low raspy voice. You can feel that familiar heat building. You know you're close. Your body shakes and hips buck trying to get more friction as your orgasm washes over you. Moans drip from your lips and Wakasa swears he’s never heard anything more beautiful. “Fuck you’re gorgeous when you come baby” He says then smashes his lips onto yours. His tongue dances with yours and you can taste yourself on his lips. He pulls back, grabbing your fingers and shoving them in his mouth, sucking them. He groans again. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of how you taste”

“Now the rest of the time you come will be on my terms” He says as he pulls away from you smirking at you.

Wakasa grabs your hand pulling you further into the fun house. With the power off you can’t see anything, only feel his calloused hand holding yours. He stops and drops your hand. You look around trying to make anything out but it’s too dark. You don’t even know what direction you came from. you hear footsteps. Wakasa is walking around you. Circle you, like prey.

“Let’s play a game, princess” He sounds like he’s behind you but you're not sure. “What kind of game?” You hesitantly ask. You hear him chuckle as he continues to circle you, slowly. “Growing up I always enjoyed hide and seek. I get a thrill from hunting people, "he says. His breath fanning against your neck. You suck in a breath. When did he get so close? He backs away and starts walking around you again. You feel his hand slide against your waist.

“The rules are simple.” he says from behind you. He snakes his arms around your waist pulling you back into him. “Don’t get caught” He whispers in your hear. “Not by me or anyone else” He moves to the other ear. “If you’re caught, you get punished” He whispers as he runs his hands up your body.

“Punished” You say breathlessly. He nods against your neck

“Two, Don’t leave the carnival.”

“Three, the game ends when the sun rises. Until then your all mine”

Your skin crawls at his words. A monster is holding onto you. You should just turn around and leave. But something deep down tells you, you want this. Wakasa starts kissing up your neck to under your ear. “I’ll even be nice and give you a head start.” He bites your ear before baking away. “Game starts now’ He growls out as he backs away even further.

“Wakasa”

“Run!”

You suck in a breath before turning around and running in what you hope is the direction to outside. You don’t look back.

Wakasa waits while lighting another cigarette. After he thinks he’s giving you enough time he walks out of the fun house. He stands outside, eyes scanning the carnival for where you might have gone. He knows this place like the back of his hand. His eyes land on the stables. He walks up to the pile of hay thinking you're behind it but doesn’t find you. He sees rope laying near the hay and grabs it thinking it’ll come in handy. Since he didn’t find you in the hay he walks into the stables where the animals are. The carnival has a petting zoo for kids. It’s one of the main attractions for families. He walks around looking in the pens but doesn’t see you. He lets out a groan as he leaves the stables looking around outside trying to find you.

He hears a bang coming from one of the food trucks. A smirk forms on his lips.

“Gotch you”

He walks over to the food truck that sells funnel cakes. Walking in he sees you under the counter. Your back is to him. He crouches down.

“Boo”

You scream, jumping and banging your head on the metal counter. “You cheated! That wasn’t five minutes” He shrugs giving you a sickeningly sweet smile. “Found you” He says as he inches closer. He grabs you by your hair and yanks you up. He looks around the food truck and notices someone left a fryer on. He smirks. He looks up and sees a hook. “Strip” He says, Your eyes widen “W-What?” “Did I stutter? I said strip. I told you if you got caught you’d get punished.”

You slowly remove your clothes, noticing Wakasa messing with a rope. He grabs you and spins you around so your back is towards him. He grabs your wrists pulling them behind you and starts to tie them. Once he thinks he has tied you tight enough he throws part of the rope over the hook pulling. It yanks your arms back and up. He pushed on your back, bending you over. That's when you see the fryer.\

“Wakasa”

“It’s called a punishment for a reason, princess.” The rope is the only thing that keeps you from falling face first into hot oil. Truth be told, Wakasa doesn’t want to hurt you. He isn’t going to let you fall

Wakasa has a hold of your hip as you hear a zipper. He has you hoisted so you're on your tiptoes. “Hope you're good at balancing” He says as he shoves himself into you, filling you up. You let out a gasp as he starts a hard pace. His grip on your hips is bruising. He’s slamming into you so hard you're rocking back and forth. Face going closer and closer to the oil. You close your eyes. Wakasa thinks this is a good thing. He doesn’t want you freaking out. Not yet. He snakes one hand around you and finds your bundle of nerves. He starts rubbing circles.. He leans over you, laying his head on your back. Your moans are the only thing he hears.

“G-gonna come” You whimper out. “Come for me, princess” He whispers as he picks up his pace. He’s not going to last long. You cunt has his cock in a vice grip. You shake as euphoria hits you. Wakasa isn’t far behind filling you up.

He pulls back and releases the ropes from your wrist helping you stand. You turn towards him and he moves the hair out of your face gently kissing you. He pulls back. Sinking to his knees. He’s dripping out of you. He starts licking, sucking and nipping as you thread your fingers into his hair pulling. He groans against you tasting the mix of you two. He pulls back after he has you coming for him. He stands and grabs a fist full of your hair, yanking it back. “Open” You do and stick your tongue out. He spits in your mouth. You taste both of you on your tongue. “Swallow,” He says. You close your eyes as you swallow the mix of both of you down.

“Good girl” He whispers against your lips before pulling back.

You go put your clothes on as he tucks himself back in his jeans. He kicks the clothes away from you to the corner of the food truck. “I need those” you say “No you don't, carnivals closed” “What about the other carnies?”

“First rule”

“One” Wakasa begins to count. You grab your clothes and run out of the food truck trying to cover yourself hoping no one is outside. You don’t waste any time trying to get dressed. You frantically look around the carnival and run towards one of the rides hopping into it and laying down so no one sees you. You throw your shirt on and wiggle into your pants. You curl up in a ball hoping you’ve escaped Wasasa this time.

You can hear someone walking close by. You crawl out and run towards the ferris wheel. You grab onto the steel pools and hoist yourself up starting to climb.

Don’t look down Don’t look down, you keep repeating You climb till your at the top cart. You grab onto it and yank yourself up, throwing your leg over the edge and falling into it. You slam onto the bottom and the cart starts to rock back and forth

Shit

He’s going to see. You try to move without moving the cart more laying down on your back. You don’t know how much time has passed since you’ve been up here. Has it been twenty minutes, an hour? You’re hoping Wakasa forgot about you or gave up. You crawl to the edge of the cart and peek out of the side. Your eyes widen at seeing Wakasa leaning up against a pool smoking. How long has he been there? He sees you and smirks up at you before walking over to the control station. The ride starts to move but no music or lights are on.

“You almost did it” He yells up at you “Really made me work hard for this one”

“Rule one” You yell “Good you know what comes next”

“You haven’t caught me yet”

“Princess, if you think i'm climbing up there after you, you’re dumber than I thought” He says “No where else to run. Pretty shitty hiding place huh?”

“It took you a while to find me though” You yell down

“Who says I wasn’t here the whole time, just letting you think you’ve won”

“How many guys besides what’s his face did you say you’ve slept with?” He yells “Zero? I don’t believe that for a fucking second. I’m not calling you a whore but- yeah you know what I am.”

Six baskets away

“Why are you here? I told you I didn’t want you. I told you to leave. You’re only here as long as I don’t get bored of you. I get bored easily. What happens then?”

Four baskets away

“The game ends as soon as I get tired of your sweet little cunt. That’s the only thing interesting about you.” You sniffle “Oh poor me, the sad insecure girl who will let any guy who asks have their way with me as long as I get some attention. What’s your limit? Where does this end, huh? You gonna let me tie you up, beat you, cut you? Just for a little attention? Or don’t you care about any of that as long as your cunt is stuffed? That’s pathetic. You’re fucking patheric, you know that? This is a big waste of my time. I could find someone so much better but I got stuck with you. You’re disgusting.”

Your basket is next. You curled up in a ball trying to stop the tears before you feel someone grab a fist full of your hair and yanking you up. “You could have hid better than that, princess,” You hear Wakasa say. He jumps into the ride sitting down in the seat.

“Punishment number two”

“Wakasa you’re scaring me.”

“Punishments aren’t meant to be enjoyable for you, sweetheart, but admit it. You like it”

Wakasa spreads his legs as he slouches in the seat. “But that doesn’t make this much of a punishment for you does it? Eh, it's still fun anyways” He says with a shrug “Now suck my cock”

“What?”

Wakasa pats his lap and he grins down at you. “You’re joking.” “Does this look like a joke?” He asks as he unzips his pants “I want you to suck my cock, so suck my coke.” He says as he pulls himself out of his pants. You crawl between his legs sticking your tongue out licking up the shaft, pre-come runs down onto your tongue. You take him into your mouth as his hand finds the back of your head. You bob up and down sucking and licking. He groans from above you, throwing his head back. “That's right you’re my little slut. My little cock sleeve” You move faster as his grip on your hair tightens. He shoves you down, taking him down your throat before he fills your throat. You swallow, sticking your tongue out when after.

“Good girl” He says as he smashes his lips into yours tasting himself. “My perfect little whore” He whispers “Now run”

You jump out of the cart and run. You’re out of places to hide so you go to the only place you can think of. The fun house. You run in, not able to see anything. You put your hand against the wall to try to find your way. You scrape your hand a few times on loose nails. Wakasa isn’t far behind you. You find the dressing room and run in there hiding behind a mirror. Wakasa walks in after you. He's wearing a mask.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are” He says as he walks around the room pushing things out of his way. “I know this place like the back of my hand. I know when something is out of place”

He moves the mirror you’re behind. “Found you” He grabs you by your hair and drags you to the middle of the room. “What the fuck is up with the mask?” You ask, only able to see because he flipped the flashing lights on. Fog starts to fill up the room. “I’m spite the clown” He says “It’s supposed to be hot” You snort before he slams you against a mirror. You hear it crack as glass falls to your feet. He lifts the mask up to his nose and slams his lips against yours. He pulls your pants down, shoving two fingers into starting a fast pace. You groan into the kiss. He pulls away, flipping you around and pushing you into the mirror. He pulls the mask back down and pulls himself out of his pants slamming into you. You moan as he starts rocking back in forth looking in the mirror watching yourself be fucked by a clown.

Moan and the sound of skin on skin fill the room. Wakasa has his head thrown back as he slaps your ass so hard you know it’ll bruise. You match his movements, slamming your hips back in rhythm with him. He shoves his fingers in your mouth and you suck on them. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this pussy” He moans “You’re mine, fuck your all mine.” He says. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine and that I can keep you.” And you do. You tell him, you tell him you’ll do anything he asks as you come all over his cock. He isn’t long behind you filling you up.

You both get dressed. I hate this Wakasa thinks I want her naked all the time.

You both walk out of the fun house together. Wakasa looks up at the sky and sees the sun coming up. He sighs

“Game over” You say, He looks at you “Guess so. You can go back to your perfect little life now.”

You shift on your feet feeling the chill of the autumn air. “You okay?” He asks You nod your head “Yeah”

He brushes hair out of your face seeing an emotion in your eyes he can’t make out, but he knows it’s not good.

“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” You say. He nods his head. “Maybe” He doubts it and for some reason that hurts him. Fuck Wakasa get it together. It was just one night. You’ll just have to find another girl some other night and forget about her.

You turn walking away after waving bye.

Fuck do something Wakasa. What happened to “Can I keep you?” You continue to walk. Don’t look, don’t look. If you look it’ll hurt more.

With a sigh, Wakasa watches you walk away, out of the carnival, and out of his life.

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weirdworldofwinnie · 1 year ago

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A Darling Distraction

Cillian Murphy as J. Robert Oppenheimer x Female Wife Reader NSFW 18+ only Oneshot

(Mood board by Selene Shelby @forgottenpeakywriter, this fic is especially for you, so I hope you enjoy! Thanks for the initial idea and support💕)

Summary: Robert's been married to you for a while and now in Los Alamos, after the last few years of hard work and a 'successful' Trinity Test, he desperately needs something he won't admit: his wife in pink satin lingerie and sexual stress relief.

Word Count: ~3,703

Warnings: Smut, unprotected and oral sex both ways, light daddy kink + breeding kink, some angst, mention of infidelity, period stereotypical gender roles, unspecified age gap (less than 10 years)

Disclaimer: Obviously NOT historically accurate to real life and is inspired by Cillian Murphy's portrayal of Oppenheimer in the film. It isn't supposed to be in total support and a complete reflection of the man's character, only my interpretation. Scroll away and DNI if you are uncomfortable or take issue with this; it is primarily for entertainment purposes only and it is just fantasy/fiction!

This is strictly a one shot story, no more will be added to it. If you want to read other Cillian!Oppenheimer fanfiction, check out my Masterlist

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It had been less than 24 hours since the denotation of the gadget and Dr. Robert Oppenheimer's eyes had been engulfed in fire; the aftermath of a hot white flash as bright as a hundred suns blowing out his pupils, followed by a colorful mushrooming cloud that was somehow simultaneously beautiful and horrific. Between the hours before and after Trinity, he had thought of Jean and her influential poetry, and you of course, but now the bomb had become him and only that one vision filled his mind, haunting him.

All day he had been at the lab and offices, but mostly at the main mess hall celebrations that flowed with chatter and too many drinks shared amongst the military and scientists alike whom many believed had been witness to a great success, a miracle, but also the worst of humanity had just been born into creation. Oppenheimer had become what he supposed he had been destined to be all along: Prometheus, doomed to bring great power and advancement to humanity at a steep cost. He was the destroyer of worlds, but not technically yet, and that was the worst of it. The early morning test was exactly that; a trial, a preview of what was to manifest, and very soon would the world get to see such power he had helped birth. He desired peace, but the trick was he was only attaining that through warfare like never before. The stress was far from over and he was afraid to become a nervous wreck by the end of the decade with all these dark pervasive thoughts and doubts. Depression was nigh on the back of pressuring anxiety and there was no way anything would ever be the same again. He had changed, the world had changed, seamlessly overnight.

As he clumsily unlocked the front door to his home with slightly shaking fingers and stumbled inside, reaching up to remove his porkpie hat and hang it up on the coatrack, he called out your name hoarsely. After a beat of listening and there was no response, he sighed... Maybe you'd already gone to bed or were tucking in the children, whatever it was he didn't know and didn't care because he was too wrapped up in his own emotions. He felt ecstatic that all the hard work had come to fruition and they cemented history, but he was also at a paradoxical point of great accomplishment and great moral failure; the duality of man. But most importantly: it worked. Now what they would do with it was another matter he couldn't quit thinking about.

He reflexively twitched for a cigarette in his shirt pocket, but he was empty, so he walked to the bedroom single mindedly and fumbled for a box in the side table, yanking out the drawer and shifting through to pick up a pack of Chesterfield's.

"Darling?"

He jumped, spinning around with a huff and hand on his hip to see you standing in the shadows of the entryway and draped in a pink robe snug around your frame and he noticed your feet were bare as if you'd just been dressing.

"Y/N, I thought you were... Are the children in bed?"

"An hour ago, they were fussy and very insistent with missing Daddy, but once I read to them they finally settled down. You've been absent all day because of the test, what made you actually come home?"

He shook his head, finding relief and refuge in taking a long drag on the cigarette and blowing the smoke out, gesturing at you with the butt of it.

"You brought in the sheets like I told you to?"

"Of course, I knew."

"Good."

He moved to the edge of the bed and sat down heavily, rubbing his forehead and you noticed the tiredness he exuded for a man who usually was so attentive with higher energy levels, and how sunken in and sad his wide ocean eyes were. These past few years had taken a tremendous toll on his wellbeing more than ever... His jutting cheekbones and general gauntness were more pronounced with the unhealthy loss of weight and crinkles of wrinkles were all he truly kept gaining in eventual amounts; crow's feet, forehead lines, nasolabial folds, and etches under his eyes. His dark hair, kept meticulously cut short, was greying at the sides. Even his teeth, if inspected closely, were on a fast track to faintly showing signs of aging decay from all the smoking and drinking he did on a daily basis.

Robert was not the picture, nor rarely the temperament, of boyish youth you remembered from Berkeley.

Truthfully, you and him hadn't had proper sex in many months; it just wasn't very desirable or convenient between his never ending work that created distance between him and anyone who wasn't a scientist, the continuing socializing and parties with many other faces in town, and you personally spending days cleaning up and minding after little (often crying) children who did not have a clue of what their parents were doing out in the middle of the New Mexico desert surrounded by barbed wire fencing and uniformed men always patrolling. Life here was anything but boring, but the bedroom sure had become so. More often than not, Robert couldn't sleep soundly while you kept to your designated side of the bed and tried to ignore his tossing and turnings until eventually he doped himself up on sleeping pills to cope. He also hadn't been the same since the news of Jean Tatlock's passing and you highly suspected - no, knew - he had an affair during his trip to California once he had his security clearance approved. Of course it upset you he could be so idiotic and unfaithful, yet it wasn't shocking given his womanizing track record, but what made you more concerned was knowing how psychologically troubled Jean had been and if Robert thought he could offer her some consolation, he may have just made it worse and partly done her in. If he blamed himself for her death, you couldn't imagine carrying around that kind of guilt in addition to what he spent his time creating to end the war.

He stood now, restless, and began to pace an invisible groove into the flooring as he continually smoked and muttered to himself. You drifted away into the bathroom and shut the door, shrugging off your robe to the floor. You were completely nude underneath, coming off of a fresh bath and you had spritzed yourself with the best perfume you owned, hoping to surprise Robert, but something was clearly missing here.

Yes, and you know obviously what it is. It's his happiness, the spontaneousness that he has lost ever since he ran those calculations and went to Albert Einstein about a chain reaction igniting the atmosphere and blowing us all to bits. It was less than 0.1% chance, but it reminded him of the bigger issue... creating such a weapon with the power to destroy oneself was mighty weighty on any half decent man's conscience and even a rotten one's, for he too would be annihilated in the process if ever taken far enough. Everything these days was pure existential dread, no doubt about that, and no wonder Robert wasn't in the mood for love. His heart was being drained of it daily and you wanted to help, to fill him again even if just for once. It was difficult to watch him continually self-destruct and negatively affect those around him.

So you plucked up the ready matching pink folded satin lingerie he'd gifted you for the fifth wedding anniversary off the countertop and slipped into it, banking on the fact that it made you look sexually irresistible... And oh, it certainly did dial the appeal up to ten. You sauntered out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom where Robert was now seated on the bed, nose deep in a book and paperwork, clearly engrossed and a permanent frown was driven into his skin between his sculpted eyebrows.

"I have something for you, love," you announced softly as you leaned in the doorway, letting your body be on full display in such a loose, risqué little number.

"Hmm?" he murmured distractedly, haphazardly fluttering pages.

"Are you even reading any of that?" you asked flatly and he accidentally dropped it to the floor, hands still quivering and he tried to get up, wavering on his feet as you watched him in a strange state of both nerves cracking and drunkenness. You ached to make him better and by golly, tonight you would even if you had to throw yourself at him.

"Robert, don't you want to look at me? I have a surprise on..."

"I should pick this up and go to bed with a pill," he said to only himself, bending over and scooping the paperwork and book into his arms before standing unsteadily and he turned his back, carelessly dumping the materials onto the side table. You quickly strode up behind him and slid an arm around his waist, fingers drumming on his metal belt buckle splashed with a tinge of turquoise design.

He froze as you wound a bare leg around one of his and he reached behind his back, brushing your scantily clad silky bottom, fingers gliding over the fabric and making you moisten.

"The lingerie, you're wearing it," he stated and you couldn't quite tell if he was delighted by this or not.

"So I am, I know it's been a while since you gifted me with it, so tonight I thought I'd finally return the favor after the amount of stress we've been under, especially you."

"You-you're proposing I need... oh no. No, I don't know if I'm, uh, ready-no, I don't know if I-I can, I mean do-handle it-" he stuttered out and you fought a laugh. Oppie the great improviser, the genius, the man always in control of the proverbial cockpit was ironically clearly not thinking all that straight tonight and for once in his life, absolutely tongue-tied. You may not have much power as a housewife (that earned psychology degree had been so far deemed useless once you moved with him and had children) in this godforsaken place, but you had this way of melting your husband to molten lava that no one else was capable of. His mouth utterly agape, you ran your hands around the leather of the belt and snaked another leg around his, squeezing gently into his side as you put your lips close to his ear, murmuring.

"You know that we both need it, so just let me work my magic like a good old fashioned whore..."

He bristled, catching your hand still fondling his belt and pushing away lightly.

"I would never refer to you as that," he said, completely unamused and perhaps with a veil of disgust too that you thought seemed unnecessary.

"What am I, then, just the stoic scientific director's wife who will be at your side when you receive a Nobel for your work in stopping the world from global conflict with explosions and implosions?"

His sharp jaw clenched and in one swift motion, he abruptly fell over sideways onto the bed and you startled, leaning over and gripping at his shoulder, worried.

"Oh, Robert, are you sick? I was just being a bit sarcastic."

He closed his eyes, obviously in some sort of internal turmoil that didn't merit sharing fully.

"No, I just... We don't need to do this, not now, not when I'm having a pretty bad time. I'm fatigued, probably drunk, and I should talk to the General tomorrow about the schedule. I'll be wanting to fly to Washington soon; the President will be expecting a briefing and they need to determine the exact target and then once it's all over we'll need to settle somewhere else and..."

He began to murmur anxiously about all the engagements he was expecting (postwar and not) and you shook your head, pushing down on his chest.

"But don't you want a distraction, a temporary all consuming joy for one night?" you pressed and he finally looked up at you, really gazed at you, and a genuine buttery smile spread across his mouth.

"Come here, my love," he whispered while tugging at the lingerie panty bow unsuccessfully and you clamored onto the bed beside him. He paused, licking his lips, and then spoke too briskly.

"We'll get straight to it and once I finish, it should help me sleep naturally better than those prescriptions."

You sat up, shoving him playfully and scowling.

"That has to be the least sexist statement you've ever said to me in the bedroom. Don't you want a marathon, not a sprint? Enjoy me, Robert. That's what I'm really here for anyhow, your darling distraction."

He took this in, then rolled over on top of you, his hot alcohol and nicotine infused breath on your cheeks as he breathed heavily, and you made a cringing face.

"How many drinks have you had today? You smell of a bar and I'm thinking you should rinse your mouth out before you get the luxury of having me."

"You do, hm? I guess that's a command, Mrs. Oppenheimer," he smirked and sat up, shoving off to the bathroom and you went to go put on a record on the turntable in the living room. The classical music crackled through and you walked back to the bedroom, laying into a seductive position onto the bed, one leg propped up with a bent knee and your arm draped across the headboard.

When he came back, his eyes widened at the sight of you as though it was finally registering and he wet his lips again, unapologetically hungry. He moved to the bed, shrugging his suit jacket off to drop to the floor, taking off his black tie, and mindlessly undoing the buttons on his white shirt. That was quickly discarded as you waited for him to remove his socks and shoes, pretending to be impatient by switching position to cross your legs and checking your manicure.

"Hurry up, Oppie, I have a time limit here."

He shook his head disapprovingly, kicking the shoes under the bed and whipping off his belt, tossing it to the floor with a clunk before wrestling out of his trousers and you stared at his boxer clad skinny frame, the cock not even engaged yet... Looks like he's making you do all the work again. A petulant sigh escaped when you rolled your eyes and he pointed a finger, chastising.

"Patience, my love. Hasn't Daddy taught you anything at this point?"

You bit your lip as he leaned over and his bare chest collided with yours... You pulled him into an antsy kiss, mouths crushing each other needily and he tasted of tobacco and toothpaste, a strange combination, but better than before. You felt the slight sheen of cold water he had splashed on his skin transferring to yours and you gripped his neck, fingers splaying across the back of his head.

His own hands went to fondle your covered breasts and you pulled away from his kiss for a moment.

"You are divinely doll like in this, I love such feminine expression," he murmured in a kind of rapture.

"Shame it has to be stripped of me," you whispered with raised eyebrows.

"It's only garments, what really counts is here..." He suddenly squeezed both your breasts and you let out a spurt of high pitched noise, allowing him to remove the top, shimming it off your body in one motion and tossing it over his shoulder where the strap caught on the bedpost.

He thumbed over one nipple and then transferred to the other, teasing you to rock hard nubs. He moved to your panty, slipping it down and off to expose you, and you kicked it to the end of the bed. Then, in turn, you yanked down his underwear and his cock sprung out into your ready grip. You began to pump on it and getting him to a more erect state, rising up. He groaned lightly and you pulled the oozing tip to your mouth, parting lips and flicking your tongue out to carefully lick a strip along the length before taking head, making him grow stiffer and wetter by the minute. Your mouth popped of his length, swallowing, and he gripped your waist as he focused hard on you over his throbbing member.

"What do you want, my love? Do you want me?" he whispered huskily and you shivered in anticipated arousal.

"Yes, darling, I want you... I need you, you own me and I own you."

"Sounds like a fair arrangement," he breathed before crushing into you and began to rub, purely animalistic, all over your smooth body. His head burrowed down into your freshly shaved pussy just like how you and him liked it clean, licking at your folds and massaging your lower abdomen in a desperate frenzy. You dug nails into his hair, curling, and bucked your hips to meet his appetite when he slowly slithered on top. You groaned as you took him, all of him, and let his penis expand and stretch out your core to the fullest extent, clenching instinctively around the shaft as he thrust repeatedly until you were sent easily right over the edge in freefall.

"Mmm, Robert!" you squealed in ecstasy and he muffled you, hand slapping down over your mouth and shushing insistently.

"Shh, don't need to wake the children now. God knows they'll find Mommy and Daddy intimately together one of these days and be scarred for life at the sight." He chuckled as you whined behind his palm and grooved further at a pace you both knew very well. After years of marriage and sensual exploration, he knew all your sweet spots and sensitivities, when was too much, and yet it was taking all his self control not to completely plow you apart right now. His skin smacked against yours as he ground into you, hands everywhere at once and he peppered wet kisses all along your jaw to nape.

When his warm cum finally jetted into you, flooding in your cervix fully, you were unable to constrain a loud moan and he growled primally, his whole small frame shuddered through his own climax as you gripped his back, using his boney spine as placeholders for your fingers as he rocked further at a steady pace, not going to come out right away.

More orgasms came fast and one after the other, especially as you rolled over and he took his place beneath and you rode his cock in a fervor, letting the peak hit all over again and he watched in a dazed nirvana as you pleasured. When he finally pulled out from your used leaking hole, you could tell how satisfied he was having been able to hopefully successfully seed you and that signature smugness was so evident.

You laid panting at his side as he took up another smoke, struggling to keep his eyelids from closing and drifting off to sleep. You interweaved legs, soaking wet with combined fluids dripping onto the sheets, and he flit a free finger down to your soaked pussy, groping and nearly overstimulating you with another orgasm you didn't think could be as strong as the first. He grinned at the effect and cupped your mound with his palm, dominant of it as he spoke softly.

"Groves pointed out that I have no knowledge of birth control, which is true. By this rate, you'll be having yet another baby in nine months and I can only hope we are far from this current landscape and political climate then, never to return. You know, I'm hoping for another boy this time."

You sighed with a smile, rubbing your belly and his hand joined yours, rubbing circles over your navel.

"You make a wonderful mother," he commented in praise and you laughed lightly, bitterly, and glanced at him.

"I'm not perfect, I can barely hold it together these days when they're hungry, tired, and upset for no reason I can physically see at all... Sometimes I wish to wring their necks quite honestly. And you're very hardly the model father yourself when you are always away and hardly take care of them. I know the work is everything, but they need genuine paternal love more than your science to save them."

He shrugged, nonplussed, and then set his wispy cigarette to the ashtray before leaning his head against yours.

"We are probably horrible people, but I wouldn't have it any another way. To create life with you is more than I could selfishly do alone, for obvious reasons untold."

You laughed again at his dry humor and intertwined your body with his own, wishing you could crawl inside his skin and live in his bone structure. He was absolutely everything to you, even on bad days, and maybe his prestige and stability contributed to that, but there was real love underneath his flaws.

"Whatever you face, I'll be here to try to mitigate it," you whispered seriously and he nodded, appreciative.

"I trust you and I love you, Y/N. It won't get easier for me, for us, and I'm afraid the future may be as horrifying as I imagine it."

"That's why we have sex, to stave off the inevitable for a little while," you told him, tears pushing out and slipping down your cheeks. He caught one with his finger and wiped it clean off, staring at the translucent wet spot at the tip of his fingernail sadly. It wasn't unusual for you to weep after sex, but this felt different.

"Kiss me," he murmured and you leaned forward as he grabbed the back of your head and smooshed in, tongues writhing together for a few seconds before you both pulled away, breathing in the same air together.

"Tonight is good enough for me," he decided and you snuggled into his neck, closing your eyes to succumbing exhaustion.

In an uncertain frightening world full of variables, you vowed to be his one constant for life.

Thanks for reading 🖤

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loverhymeswith · 1 year ago

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god you’re writing is angelic i just neeeeeed a cowboy like me inspired tommy shelby fic!!!

Forever is the Sweetest Con

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader

Summary: Written for the Taylor Swift Tapes: Tommy Shelby - based on Cowboy Like Me

Word Count: 815

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, implied smut

A/N: Thank you to both Anons who requested Cowboy Like Me. I hope you enjoy!

From across the moonlit courtyard, you spot him. The man of the moment; the name on everybody's lips. He's not particularly tall, but he cuts an imposing figure in his finely-made suit, a glass of amber liquor clutched firmly in his large hand.

He's standing at the edge of the gazebo. A crowd of men and women are gathered at his side, vying for his undivided attention as he raises the glass to his mouth, but as his piercing blue eyes finally meet your gaze, it's evident that his much sought-after attention will remain elsewhere for the remainder of the evening.

Silently, you count to ten.

Right on cue, he stalks towards you, a deadly predator sizing up his prey, oblivious or at least indifferent to the host of unfulfilled ladies and gentlemen he leaves in his wake.

The corner of his lips twitch up when he reaches you, those startling blue eyes lazily travelling along the full length of your expensive dress. Even before he speaks, he's straight to the point.

"Would you like to dance?"

You regard him for a long moment, listening to the notes of the gentle waltz spilling out into the summer night. For most of the evening, the band has favoured uptempo music - fashionable, but not particularly romantic - until now.

Apparently, your new companion has been biding his time.

After taking a drag of your cigarette, you offer him your response. "Dancing is a dangerous game, Mr Shelby. Especially with a man like you."

As he raises a dark brow, his eyes sparkle in the moonlight like a cerulean sky full of stars. "You've heard of me?"

"Everyone has heard of you," you assure him bluntly.

"You don't sound impressed."

"Should I be?"

His lips pull up into the hint of an amused grin as he places a cigarette between them.

You reach into your velvet purse and offer him a light, startled to find yourself quite so enraptured as he rolls the cigarette across his full bottom lip.

Softly, he exhales a cloud of white smoke into the dark night. "So it’s a 'no' to the dance then, eh?"

Resting your own cigarette between your painted fingers, you narrow your gaze. Perhaps you will be dancing tonight, after all. "It depends what you're willing to offer in return."

Thomas Shelby considers this with no sign of surprise, eventually inclining his head. "Oh, I'm well aware of what tricks you have up your sleeve."

Although it pains you to admit it, his admission catches you off-guard. Until now, you've been so careful to conceal your tracks. That he can read you so easily is as intriguing as it is alarming.

Determined not to show weakness in the face of such a worthy adversary, you flash him a vicious smile, showing your teeth.

"Enlighten me, Mr Shelby. What do you think you know about me?"

He pauses, his expression entirely unreadable as he watches you, carefully deciding just how much to reveal. "Oh, I've seen you around, telling all those rich men anything they want to hear. Bet you make a pretty penny from nights like this."

There's no judgement in his tone, which almost makes it worse.

"Are you calling me a whore?"

"Of course not. You're far too clever for that. You sell them words instead of sex. You promise them love, but only if they pay for it."

Stubbing out your cigarette with the heel of your designer shoe - bought for by the very men he speaks of - you level him with a blank stare, no small effort given the way his presence seems to have your pulse unwillingly quickening.

"Then why are you here?" Almost as an afterthought, you add, "You're no different than me."

Because when it comes to hustlers, it takes one to know one. Thomas Shelby might not offer the illusion of love in exchange for money, but instead, he offers power and influence. Just as deadly as love, but far more desirable.

Divesting himself of his cigarette and whisky, Tommy takes a step closer. So close that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. A predator, indeed.

"No," he agrees. "I'm no different to you at all."

A breath catches in your throat before he leans in, stealing the swiftest of kisses.

Two hours later, his boots are beneath your bed. Tangled sheets cling to your sweat-slick bodies; clothes discarded in a heap on the floor.

Perched atop him, your soft thighs hugging his slim waist, you dip your head. "Whatever you think this is," you gesture between the two of you, "I'm not going to fall in love."

Tommy's pupils are wide as he stares up at you, mouth slightly parted and chest heaving. "Not love, then," he agrees, roughly. "But how about forever?"

You place a hand on his warm cheek. "Didn't they tell you, Thomas? Forever is the sweetest con."

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chronicdisasterwrites · 1 year ago

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happiness looks good on you

pairing: toji fushiguro x reader (modern au)

genre + warnings: - FLUFF !! kinda nsfw? nothing explicit, but nsfw acts were mentioned and hinted at, some kissing and just Toji being literal sex on legs, basically gn! only reader is shorter than Toji.

word count: 962

summary: morning after with Toji ;) listen to t.swift’s “sweet nothing” for the ultimate experience.

enjoyyyy

It's warm. And bright. And so soft.

You slowly open your eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust your dozy eyes to the luminous rays flooding the room through the flowing translucent curtains. Cream-colored linen curtains flow with the soft breeze entering through the slightly ajar windows, creating shadows as they obstruct the light from the early morning sun. Your mouth is dry and your limbs tired. Memories of the previous night bring an unconscious smile to your face as you look around the empty room. Sitting up, you scratch your head, stretch like a cat and smell the sweet aroma of coffee, and hear the crisp sizzling of what you assume could be eggs. Falling back down on the bed, you wonder whether this is all a dream. But then you hear light humming coming from the kitchen, and the realization that this is real and not a dream is somehow overwhelming. The man you love singing a song you love, as he makes breakfast, hopefully fully naked save for the apron you bought him for his birthday last year, with you waking up wrapped in his bed sheets, your clothes in his drawers and strewn all over the floor, and pictures of your love on his fridge, his bedside table, his phone.

Dragging your body upright, your feet hit the cold ground as the tepid breeze causes little prickles all across your exposed skin. Picking up his normal-sized (yet oversized for you) Supertramp t-shirt you wear it, breathing in the musky scent of his deodorant and shampoo, with the lingering scent of cigarettes and aftershave. Making your way to the bathroom, your eyes scan your face in the mirror. Disheveled hair, little love bites scattered all over your neck and collarbones, a rising blush on the apples of your cheeks as you think back on last night's shenanigans. Memories of touches flood back as you trace the marks on your body, remnants of kisses and whispers in the night. The feeling of his skin on yours, the coolness of his teeth on your pulse, the soft brush of his wispy hair on your forehead, then chest and navel. The feeling of his lips on yours as he holds your heart in the palm of his calloused hands. It all comes rushing back to you, like a flash wave rolling through your brain. Brushing your teeth and washing your face, you follow the humming to find its source.

Walking out from the bedroom you pad along barefoot to the kitchen and find him moving around, grabbing ingredients, chopping coriander leaves and flicking them in the frying pan, checking the waffles in the waffle iron, still humming that song. It's so domestic, you think. There's so much love crammed between these walls. So much love in your heart you think it might just explode. He is wearing that apron, albeit not fully naked, bare back on display and Calvin Klein boxers just below the little bow of the apron tied behind him. You smile as you walk close enough to wrap your arms around his waist and place a small kiss on his spine. He looks back and gives you a smirk. You lean up to kiss the scar on the corner of his lips. He turns the stove off as he places the spatula on the counter. Turning to you and placing both his large palms on either side of your face, he gives you a longer kiss, slow and sweet. His steely blue eyes lock onto yours and you feel so safe.

“Hey there. Why're you up already, huh?”

You laugh and quirk an eyebrow looking at the omelet in the pan and the coffee just begging to be poured into your designated mugs, “What, you planning on eating all this yourself?”

Toji scoffs as he turns back around to reach his hands up to the cabinet to grab your large mug and his even larger mug. You watch his muscles flex and grin to yourself.

“Nah, I just thought I'd surprise you with some breakfast in bed.”

He pours the coffee into both your mugs as he hands yours to you and keeps his one on the dining table. You take the first sip and hum in satisfaction as he starts plating the omelet and golden-brown waffles onto two distinctly patterned plates. Placing the two plates filled with delicious-looking, steaming food on the table he turns to you and takes the coffee cup from your hands. You frown as you watch him place it down on the table next to the food waiting to be eaten. He leans down and peppers kisses on your jaw, trailing down to your chin, then neck, then collarbone.

“Y’know after last night, figured you'd need some extra lookin’ after.” You blush.

You trail your hands up his arms and hang them behind his neck, toying with his ebony hair that seems to have grown a bit longer than usual. You kiss his ear and rest your chin on his broad shoulder as his arms wrap themselves around your waist. One of his very busy hands finds its way underneath your his shirt and traces your spine. You exhale and bring one hand down his back to rest against his waist, “I mean, I could still go back.”

You feel him snicker against your neck as both his hands land on the back of your thighs; an unspoken signal to jump up. You do, and he holds you as you wrap your legs around his waist. He looks up at you and then at the untouched meal and back at you. With a devilish grin and a spark in his now stormy gray eyes, he starts making his way to the bedroom.

“The food can wait.”

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a/n: I LITERALLY FORGOT ABOUT MEGUMI WHILE WRITING THIS, just pretend he's at a sleepover or older or smth rip. this is so cringe i'm crying, i just felt like writing smth cute and domestic w toji

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#toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji x y/n #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen #toji zenin x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #drabble #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #jjk imagine #jjk drabble #toji x you #toji x gn!reader #toji x f!reader

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secret-smut-sideblog · 4 months ago

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You've Seen The Butcher

Monster x F Reader (named)

18+ implied car accident, depictions of death, implied trauma, shock, hurt/comfort, tenderness, urgent sex, predator/prey, dirty talk, fingering (f!), penetrative sex, shape-shifting gender, (vampiric) feeding, tenderness

Fate conspires to put Merricat in the path of Blackwood's hunger. To feed their need and their desire, and the intertwining of both, she opens herself to them...

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"You okay, Merricat?"

"Hm? Sorry, I was listening. Your sister was at the river...?" She pulled her eyes from the road. Flicking the end of her cigarette with her thumb.

"Ah, I was almost done anyway." Marrow waved his hand affably. Smiling at her in a curious way.

"So... do you have any pertinent updates for me?" He led, voice lilting playfully.

She gave him a withering look. "Hardly. Beyond being booked for the foreseeable future."

"And yet, you squeezed me into your tight schedule." He turned his arm in a teasing wave. The new tattoo smothered in second skin. His voice picking up that southern drawl it always carried in mischief.

"Come on, hun. You're bad at keeping secrets, spill."

Merricat saw a flash of movement on the distant treeline. Her eyes locked in on it and could've sworn she saw antlers.

"And you're bad at keeping your mouth shut, so I'll abstain." She chided, Marrow smiling wide at her.

"I've got to get home. You should, too. I dont want to scrape you off the floor again."

He pursed his lips in a mock pout at her. "Aw, but you're so sweet about it. Dragging my drunk ass like an angel."

"Shush." She leaned to put out her cigarette.

"Ah, let me." Marrow smiled, opening his mouth. Cupping his tongue with spit in invitation. Pulling up on her wrist.

She put it out on his tongue. Watching the cherry fizzle out, smoke curling up into the roof of his mouth.

Slipping the snipe into his pocket, she snapped her hand lightly on his cheek, eliciting a little huff of breath.

"You're a freak. I hate hanging out with you." She sighed, pushing him away with a shove on his chest.

He laughed, staggered back slightly.

"Same time tomorrow?" He called, her giving a wave of fingers over her shoulder in affirmation.

The night was worn, moon held high in the dark. Their session had gone on long, too much shooting the shit. Glad that the shop had emptied a while ago, Marrow's loud moans when she would push down during shading pausing her too many times to yell at him to knock it off. Him staring all doe innocent at her, lower lip trembling in mock distress. Claiming that it hurt too much. After the fourth time, she pulled his hair back in an arch. Hissing in his ear that she would make it hurt if he kept it up.

She rolled her eyes, a small smile ticking up. The hush of her feet in the undergrowth, she leaned down under a great tree. Reaching into a honeysuckle bush to pinch off a flower.

The practiced pull on the flower muscle memory of past summers. Gently dismantling it with twists of her fingers as she walked. Raising the unraveled bud to her mouth to suck the nectar into her mouth.

The taste, honey sweet with a bite of floral bitter, as familiar as breath. Always bringing a rush of emotion, every summer coiled in her chest. Her one mouth, years separated, tasting this same sweet.

She wished she could reach through the flower to take that ten year old by the hand, leading her through. Saying 'Look. Look. It was all worth it.'

Tears flooded her eyes, taking a deep breath. Blinking them away with the small knot risen in her throat. Feet assured in their path home.

She reached the crest overlooking the winding road that led away from her street. An array of twisting tire smears along its sharp curves, changing in their serpentine pattern, but always present.

"Too fast." She sighed, a smattering of glass glinting along the bank. Taking up her trail along the ridge, not foolish enough to take the road home.

A dark shape darted between trees below her, vague in the moonlight. She smiled, raising her voice to sing in a haunting call. Her language fluid and bright, soaring from her mouth.

Blackwood froze, raising up to their full height. Seeming dazed, head slowly spinning in a dizzy circle. Arms limp at their side.

She smiled wide, the elk whistle song an unintended spell on them. Coming down the slope to their side.

When she stopped, they slumped forward, shaking their head with an animal huff.

"Sorry, I didn't know that would happen. That song just reminds me of you." She laughed, reaching forward to brace their shoulder.

Her hand slipped through. Fingers swimming in cold dark.

Their eyes met hers with burning intensity. Her breath took away. Feeling the dread that hung over them, a smothering thunder.

Something was wrong.

"You shouldn't be here." They huffed, eyes darting up to the road. Zeroing in to the point where the pavement ducked away from sight. "You should've been home by now."

"What's wrong?" She urged in a fast whisper. "What's going to happen?"

Though, she could feel with growing certainty in the deep nausea in her gut, that she already knew.

Blackwood leveled her with a soft glare. Confirming her dread.

"Oh god..." She whispered.

They turned her shoulders towards the forest. Leaning their great head down to press to her forehead. Antlers wrapped around her.

"I'm sorry. It's almost here." They whispered. The headlights arcing over bark in front of her a sickening omen.

She gripped their semi corporeal forearm, frozen in adrenaline. Eyes wide and shaking on the dark.

They kissed gently onto her lips, eyes locked on the street behind her.

"Don't look."

They rushed forward, lost in the dark behind her as a great scream of tires ripped through the air. The sound of crumpled steel and shattering glass a shrieking cacophony. A beast of metal dismantling in a terrible wail behind her. Failing to ferry its passenger home.

She trembled, the carnage at her back threatening to manifest real at her turn. Dooming it to a pillar of salt at her gaze.

The tick of a sputtering engine and cricket song the only remains of sound, she gripped at her skirt.

A gasp of gurgled breath finally whipped her head around. Someone was alive.

Twists of metal, glass, and blood scattered the ground. All illuminated soft under the lamplight. Blackwood sat in a kneel on the shoulder, only the legs of a twitching body visible beyond their wide back. Arms bent in front of them. Cradling.

No. Not just cradling.

Their head leaned back, jaw cracking open into a deep pit. A hazy fluid sucking up into their throat.

Merricat turned away. Gripping at her chest.

She heard Blackwood speak quietly to the corpse, then silence. A wide hand propelling her forward. Away. Towards home.

They walked together in heavy silence. Merricat trying to quiet the shake in her bones. Finally filling her lungs to speak.

Blackwood answered her question before she had to form it. "It calls me. When it's about to happen. I can't stop it. I've tried."

A new depth of sorrow took up in her chest.

"I try to take the ones that are too far gone. Some seem... grateful. That I'm there with them. But most are just afraid. So many are afraid."

"I thought you... went away when you disappeared." She whispered.

"I do sometimes, going somewhere in between. But the hunger always comes calling eventually. Then... I'm pulled. To the road."

"Did you ever..." She sighed out a shaken breath. "The others..."

They were quiet beside her.

She reached out for their hand, her eyes on the trodden moss. They twined her fingers into theirs.

"It was a terrible hunger, at first." Their voice low in regret.

Merricat nodded, squeezing their hand. Falling quiet again.

She descended the small hill to the gas station, Blackwood waiting on the treeline. Picking up the payphone that she knew, shockingly, still worked. Having to use it before when her phone died.

With a shaken voice, she reported the street and the accident. Hanging up when the dispatcher thanked her. Staring at her hand on the cradle, a small smear of blood on the arch of her thumb.

She rose back up to Blackwood, a small shopping bag accompanying.

"I got snacks. I..."

They smiled gently at her. Taking her hand again, pulling her to walk.

"Snacks are good. I wish I had someone to share snacks with the first time."

"Can you eat? Other things, I mean."

They tilted their head in thought.

"I dont think so. But you're sweet to offer."

The adrenaline dropped from her body in one fell swoop. Finally feeling safe, it pulled rug from under her. Slumping over in exhaustion.

"Here," Blackwood offered softly, pulling under her thighs to lift her to their chest. Her legs naturally curled around their waist, temple resting in the curve of their shoulder. Their large frame easily carried her as they walked.

She buried her face into the black fur, breathing deep. That full animal smell, almost sandalwood, twisting with lavender and ozone. Their body still tingled with slow arcing electricity, aiding her to feel more awake. Giving her something to focus on.

As they approached her home, she gripped into the fur on their back.

"I don't want to go in, not yet." She whispered.

Blackwood nodded, turning down a small trail. The soft sounds of a trickling creek below.

Merricat allowed herself to relax into them, body pressing closer. Twining her hands in their long hair.

"I missed you." She sighed.

Their hands tightened on her back.

They could both feel it. Though they had just experienced something terrible, their time was limited together.

"I tried to come back sooner. God, I tried." Their voice a low rumble.

"I know." She sighed, rubbing her hands in a slow wave up their wide back. Their pace picking up considerably.

She kissed into their throat, softly nipping at the dark column. Blackwood breathing hard against her chest.

"Please, hurry." She urged.

They leaned forward, holding her strong against their waist. It was a short distance before they collapsed into a soft patch of earth, Blackwood's mouth crashing into hers. Their kiss suffocating her.

She tangled up into them desperately. All the heat that had been simmering in her pelvis since they had dissipated from her overflowing into a boil.

They breathed hard through nose, pulling up on her waist. Wrestling her top over her shoulders. Catching the hem of her long skirt, lifting her hips to pool it around her waist. A flurry of movement, disrobing her with urgent fingers.

Their hand rubbed against her cunt over her panties, pulling a soft whine from her. Arching her hips up to meet them.

"God, I want you. Just like this, moaning under me whenever I want." They huffed, kissing along her neck. Fingers rubbing in earnest against her cunt.

She moaned, urging their head lower. Fingers tangling into the split in their antlers. Their head arched back and pulled up high on her chest to graze their skull over her collarbone. Pulling a full circle around her breast with their long, long tongue.

She trembled as the tongue circled in, tighter and tighter, to slick around her hard nipple. Clearly teasing her.

"We don't have time for that." She admonished, grinding her hips into their hand.

"We have as much time as I say we do." They growled, pulling her panties down to plunge fingers inside her.

She whined, the stretch of their wide hand pulling pleasure from her already. Rocking the hilt of their palm into her clit. Fingers curled towards her navel.

Their tongue finally curled around her hard nub, sucking down in fast pulses.

Her body twisted in pleasure, panting out moans. Their hand came down onto her waist. Holding her down in one easy push. She rose her hands over her head, locking her fingers over a wrist.

They looked up at her show of submission, chuckling low against her breast.

"You're a funny little thing."

They rose the hand holding her waist to her throat.

"You can feel how powerful I am, can't you?"

She nodded, delirious in lust. The coil building in her belly. A near ache of pleasure.

"It would be so easy to break you." They purred into her ear, grazing the curve of her ear with their teeth.

"You can't even imagine how hard I've had to hold back. You would spill so pretty for me."

Her cunt clenched hard, pulling a low laugh from them. Tightening on her windpipe.

"Oh, you like that? Hmm, maybe you can take more..."

She nodded fervently, voice still lost under their hand. It lifted off her throat to drag talons down her back, the pain sharp in her pleasure. Blood bubbled scratches blooming pink on her skin.

Hers legs tangled around their hips, rising her pelvis to grind into theirs. Looking down, seeing their dark meld into her writhing hips.

They huffed out, pushing her hips down with their own. Putting their weight onto their forearms, pinning her shoulders beneath. Hands cupping around the nape of her neck as they ground. Groaning in small huffs.

She became aware of the shape of them, or the changing of it. Leaning her head down to see, but their visage so crushed velvet dark all distinction was lost. It couldn't matter less to her. She wanted all of them.

"More. Please, Blackwood." She begged. Trying to writhe them to where she needed.

They leaned their great head down to her, long tongue dragging up the curve of her neck. Talons digging into her nape.

"I want to be inside you." They huffed, pinprick pupils glowing in deep dark.

"Yes!" She gasped, rising her legs up to their lower back.

They pushed a palm to the underside of her thigh, hooking their opposite leg over her hip. Bearing down into her with their pelvis. Rocking slowly at first.

"Hold on, rosehip."

Something pushed inside her, and immediately sent her legs up into a curl. It was wide and deep inside, squirming against her walls. A thick muscle that seemed to pulse back and forth as they slowly rocked, giving her a moments reprieve.

"What- ugh!" She moaned out, their hips lifting to thrust deep, pressing up into her navel with the slide. What couldn't have been, but certainly felt like, the tip of a tongue flicking into her g-spot. A shuddering rising her into a curl.

"Please let me go harder." Blackwood gritted, bracing down on their forearm above her head.

She moaned out an affirmation, all words lost, only smothering desire left in their wake.

Blackwood rolled their hips in deep, picking up speed with each thrust. A desperate whisper hissing under their breath. Rocking her back in the power of their drive. Gripping under her shoulders, pulling her down into them harder. The huff of their breath building to deep moans. Then started climbing higher.

Delirious with pleasure, she was transfixed. Their form shifted and slid over her. Thighs filling, hips widened into dipping curves. Still thick in her, voice calling out in a soft cry. Full and feminine above her.

Merricat gripped her hips, pulling her harder into her pelvis. The tongue licking to near madness when she would bottom out.

Blackwood pulled her hands from her hips, snaring them down by the wrist next to her head. Body shifting again, fur bristling. Their body seemed to crack, eyes widening. Bursting out of themself, limbs lengthening in twists of muscle. Elongating into a long maw, lip snarling back to gleam sharp teeth in the moonlight.

Merricat locked her legs behind their hips, grinding up into their stilled thrusts.

"Yes, yes." She urged. Hands still pinned she leaned her head up and bit into the side of their long throat.

They lowered to her, her teeth drawing their large body down. She growled in satisfaction around their fur as their thrusts took back up. Her head craning back as the strokes shoved her closer and closer to the edge. A beast writhing over her.

"Don't you dare pull out." She huffed, digging nails into their back. The giant shadow filling her vision tightening and wavering in focus. Eyes clenching and rolling up into their dark skull, bracing in the dirt next to her.

"Yes, yes, cum for me." She whispered. Hands released, she anchored to the base of their antlers.

Their moan shook, lips pulled back. Seeming beyond words, tugging their head back in two requesting ticks.

Merricat pulled, arching their head back in a curl. Blackwood panted hard, then choked whimpers. Leaning their maw down to hold her throat between teeth. Licking up her windpipe.

That was all they could take, buckling into themself. Their palms cupped strong around her ears as a bugle ripped out of them. High and haunting, rising through the night air, vibrating her throat. A wail of release, head thrown to scream it through the dark.

Merricat watched in awe, fighting to keep her eyes open as her own orgasm circled so tight. Her unwinding grazing its teeth.

Blackwood's eyes zeroed in on hers, wild with desperate hunger. Gripping into the back of her hair to pull her head up. Thrusting deep into her body. Fingers winding in to pull her head taut.

"Break."

The orgasm clenched tight in her belly unfurled in fits across her body. Shuddering and twitching, eyes lost in her skull. Gripping into Blackwood's bicep as a desperate anchor. Pleading whimpers lost in her raw throat. Tightening and releasing in bursts around them.

They watched reverently, cupping her small body in wide hands. Ecstasy ripping her to her crude materials. Unfolding and unfolding.

It finally released her. Thrown to the stones, scrambling with slick hands. Panting through the water. Bliss pulling her limbs wide. Heavy in the earth again.

Blackwood panted into her mouth, kissing her in the quiet. Letting their large body fold into hers. A gentle tremor in their back.

"Rosehip...?" She mused, smiling into their fur.

Their long arms wound around her back. Heart rabbit against her chest.

"In the winter..." They began, voice deep honey again. "There is so little. The world too cold to feed us. But rosehip berries stayed. Hidden, so red under the snow. They kept us alive."

"Do you miss it, your lives?"

They leaned their head up, staring down at her on a propped elbow.

"Pieces. Both lives are inside me, I cannot dismantle them from what I am. But... I think I was always supposed to be this. This body feels right."

She smiled up at them. Fingers brushing their jaw.

"It's wonderful. I can't imagine you being anything less."

Their large eyes slowly clenched. Gripping her forearm. Quiet for a long moment. Her fingers soothing in gentle arcs.

"I want to take you with me. I wish you could come with me." Their voice swollen with sorrow.

"I know, baby." She murmured, pulling their head down to her by their nape. Folding her legs around their waist. Kissing in sweet pulses along their shoulder.

"I want you inside of me. Cut into me, pull me open to curl inside my ribs. Live there. Warm in the slick." They urged.

She pulled their head up by the base of their antlers. Staring deep into them.

"Feed on me."

Their eyes dilated out, lifting her up to their mouth. Pausing to search her eyes. She opened her mouth wide. Throat open. Lidded eyes certain.

Blackwood's jaw cracked, the black pit of their maw over her.

A deep pulling from somewhere behind her navel lifted her back up into a curl. A hazy pleasure encouraging her limp. Breathing out soft water of life.

Their hands tightened on her as the essence pulled into their throat. Eyes rolling up into fluttering lids. Gasping shallow as they leaned their mouth down to hers.

A pleasant slack fell over her body, arms limp at her sides. Knuckles gently resting on soil. Head fallen back as she released to them fully. Tasting death and finding it melting on her tongue. The world wavering away.

As she began to drift, Blackwood twisted their head away with great effort. Rubbing a warm circle into her chest, gasping through clenched teeth.

The world came back into clarity, blinking away the haze of death. Vitality slowly returning to her. Refilling.

"I've never..." They gasped. "Drank from someone not on the edge. That was..."

They shuddered, holding her tightly.

"Let's get you home."

Merricat curled into their chest, opening her mouth in an 'ahhh' as they fed her snacks. Giving little happy hums as she chewed.

Blackwood smiled down at her, gently trailing their talons along the hair at her temple.

"I hope when I die, it's just like this." She sighed. "I want to be held."

They brushed their fingers over her cheek.

"My Charon..." She hushed, looking up into their glowing eyes. Falling deeper to sleep. "Stay with me."

"As long as the world will hold me." They murmured, a great hand coming to the center of her back. Pulling her into the warm fold of them.

"Sleep, rosehip. You've fed me with your love."

"I love you." She sighed, a weight wide and soft beneath her. The call of the earth.

"I've loved you for such a long time. I can feel it in me. You've always been here. Time just had to catch up."

Their whisper pulled her deep into the perfect dark. The sweet tide pulling her to sea.

#we're so fucking back!!!#monster fucker #monster smut #lyrics from: abstract (psychopomp) - hozier

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weird-an · 2 years ago

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Billy stretches himself out on the backseat of the Camaro. Sucks in the smoke from his cigarette, blowing it into the night.

Steve puts on his pants, not saying anything. Billy climbs in front and listens to Steve's breathing. It's calming in ways it shouldn't.

Billy waits for the question. Steve's asking him to come home with him. Every time after they have sex. Billy says no. Every time.

They aren't even that far away from Harrington's mansion or whatever one calls a house way too big for parents that are never there and a son basically living on his own. The Camaro is only parked two streets away.

"So," Steve starts and Billy prepares his tongue to say no which gets harder every time, because every time Steve's smile gets sadder and his big stupid doe eyes softer. Like he pities Billy. Like he's sad for Billy and not because of him. Which is wrong, it's never this way around. Harrington's probably confused.

"You're coming with me," Steve tells him. Not asks, but tells. Leaving no room for discussion. The no weighs so heavy on Billy's tongue. He tries to say it, to say no.

What comes out is a strangled sound, just a hn. Even his voice betrays him, following his heart above the edge of the cliff and jumping into the ocean of warmth Steve poured inside him the first time they kissed.

Steve snorts. It's a great noise. He sits on the passenger's seat and puts on the seatbelt.

"Do you need directions?" he asks, glee flashing across his face. "It's just around the corner."

Billy knows that. Because every stupid time Harrington asks him to come home with him, he waits for him to get insider and just stays outside for ages. Sometimes for a few minutes, but most of the time for hours. He's simply staring at the house and wondering why Steve even invites him of all people. Why Steve even touches him, all rage and sharp edges, and not a pretty girl. Why Steve wastes his time with him.

"Let's go," Steve says gently. Billy sees himself starting the car. He stops in front of the door and blinks.

"Come on, Billy." Steve opens the door on Billy's sides, holds out his hand. Billy stares at the houses on the other side of the road. The windows are dark. Still.

He gets out of the car and suddenly he's standing in front of the door. Steve opens it, switches on the light. His eyes sparkle a bit golden in its shine. He drowns in them.

Steve holds out his hand again. This time Billy takes it, Steve's long fingers intertwining with his. His eyes sting.

He steps across the threshold. Steve doesn't let go of his hand. He wraps his other arm around Billy, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm glad you're here," Steve says.

Billy wants to answer. Crack a joke or laugh it off. He can't. Steve has struck him speechless. Because he's letting him in here. He wants Billy here. In his home.

"Hn," he croaks, face flushing. "Yeah," he finally manages.

Steve laughs, the sound vibrating against Billy's skin and making it tingle. He has never felt so welcome before, so wanted.

#steve is no 1 billy whisperer #coaxing him inside like a stray dog #billy hargrove #harringrove #steve x billy #harringrove ficlet

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lil-quinnie · 2 years ago

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part I part II part III

modern!gamer!Eddie x f!reader x neighbor!Steve

Warnings +18 : dom!eddie, switch!Steve, sub!reader, cursing, dirty talk, grinding, daddy kink, rimjob, unprotected sex, cum eating, exhibitionism, little bit of degradation, anal play, threesome (MFM), angst,let me know if i missed something.

it's the first time i wrote any steddie interaction, hope you guys like it.

Word count: 6224

PLAY DIRTY

Eddie was sitting in front of the computer with a frown on his face, the only movement he made was scrolling his finger on the mouse, reading each and every disgusting comment that appeared in a video that strangely, he hadn't posted. The blue light bothered the eyes of the newly awakened Eddie, a large cup of black coffee (without sugar) in one hand, the cigarette in the other while the boy watched attentively each thrust that your tongue gave in his ass, he definitely didn't post this.

Every moan that came out of your mouth while playing with his ass made his cock harder, making him feel the visible tent that formed inside his black boxers.

Eddie had even forgotten why he was so mad at you, until he remembered the comments.

"mommy? what a joke"

"Eddie, who's the bitch now?"

"I bet if I knocked on the door right now I could fuck them both"

Oh! boy. Eddie was angry, smoke was coming out of his head. It's one thing to be exposed and become acclaimed, it's another to become a joke. He felt exposed and attacked by the one he trusted the most, you. even knowing that he had started this war.

You, like every Saturday, abused your hours in bed since there was no commitment or task to be done. You got out of bed around 2pm, strangely Eddie wasn't home, "weird" you thought. You started to open the curtains and windows letting the warm sunlight illuminate the entire kitchen and living room area. Still wearing Eddie's old Hellfire T-shirt, you put on your earpods and chose your favorite playlist, jumping up and down and dancing around the room as you sorted everything into place, trying to make the room as comfortable as possible so that when your boyfriend arrived he could give all the attention you've been craving for weeks.

You poured a generous dose of whiskey into your favorite glass, sat on the windowsill and lit a cigarette. Listening to music and watching the street go by, every time you close your eyes, flashes of last night flashed back into your mind, of how loving and romantic Eddie was with you even after you abused him, not just his body but his trust too. You knew it was the last peaceful moment you'd ever have, when you heard the boots tapping against the hardwood floor and the keys tapping nervously against the doorknob, yeah! you were fucked and you knew it.

Eddie opened the door and already machine-gunned you with his gaze, you felt cold from your belly, making you sigh as the boy approached you.

"Good morning baby, I woke up and you weren't anywhere, I missed you." you placed a light kiss on the motionless boy's lips

He pulled you out of your seat and dragged you to the sofa, throwing you on it, causing the drink glass to fly across the room, scattering the shards of your favorite glass on the floor.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" he looked down on you, as if you had committed a crime..

"The same as you when you did the same thing to me." you attacked him back, standing in front of him. "Or only you can have fun at my expense?"

you tried to get past him you tried to walk past him but he held your wrist tightly

"Do you know what people are calling me on the internet right now, my love?"

he pulled you against his chest, lifting your chin with one finger, his eyes could burn holes into your skin with so much anger you could feel it radiating off of Eddie.

"It wasn't enough for me to be the freak,now I'm also the mama's boy, cool huh?".

You stared at him for a moment longer until your eyes were filled with blinding rage, you ripped your wrist from the boy's grip

“You can't be mama's boy but I can be the bitch?"

you push him across the chest

"A sex toy, cum dump?"

you pushed again

"I can be bitten, tied up..." you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat

"You showed me like I was an animal ready for slaughter, you let them see everything only you should see , so, what was I thinking? asshole."

Eddie knew you were right, but he wasn't going to let you off the hook, he wanted you to feel the way he was feeling right now.

"You're going to have to make it up to me for this, you know that?" he said taking his car keys and wallet, putting everything inside his back pockets

"Make it up to you? what do you mean?" you crossed your arms against your chest and didn't let your gaze stray from eddie's

"Yeah, make it up to me. I can't go out like a mama's boy, and if you don't want to be exposed like a...cum dump, I'll find someone who does, and I'll bring them over here." he moved frighteningly close to you, you could feel his warm breath in your ear

"You can participate or not, it's up to you" The malicious smile that formed on Eddie's lips was palpable just by the tone of his voice.

You still hadn't processed what your boyfriend had whispered in your ear and when you realized it, he was already making his way to the door, when you decided to throw the empty whiskey bottle next to him.

"You don't even dream of shit like that, Munson. If you bring someone into this apartment you'll have to deal with the consequences, without whimpering like, like a mama's boy" now it was your turn to smirk.

"We'll see"

was all he said before opening the door and walking to the building's entrance, being pushed by the encouragement "FUCK YOU MUNSON" that came out of the deepest air you had in your lung.

You took the expensive whiskey that Eddie hid in the room and didn't care about the glasses, you downed long gulps straight from the neck, so numb with everything that was happening that you barely felt the woody taste of the drink and not even the burning that always followed of goals, nothing.

You skirted around the shards of glass, now all strewn across the living room that you had just tidied up to spend the rest of the weekend in your loved one's arms, but instead…

"You didn't even try to protect me from the mean comments" you whispered to yourself, sipping your drink.

All Steve could hear through the thin walls of his apartment was the huge fight between his neighbor and her boyfriend.

It was a tangle of sounds, between screams, clapping hands and sarcastic laughs. Steve knew that Eddie wasn't a person with the cleanest vocabulary and he was surprised to find that you weren't far behind, such a pretty mouth spewing all kinds of bad words at Eddie.

The sound of breaking glass caused the entire floor to go silent, Steve could hear your shuddering breath and Eddie's breath was weak, almost inaudible.

The boy's heavy boots caused the old wooden floor to creak, a loud slam as the door shut, and the man's step lowered as he made his way out of the building.

Steve looking at the computer screen with the comments page still open, the red sign on the screen showed that Eddie was no longer online, but the comments that made the guy lose his sanity were still on the screen, Steve's was still on the screen.

"kngstv: I bet if I knocked on the door right now I could fuck them both"

Steve wasn't stupid, he knew what Eddie had been doing for a while. Not only did he know, but he closely followed every new interaction in front of the camera.

It started with the first audio that Eddie purposely leaked of you guys having sex, Steve would listen to the audio over and over again, several nights of stroking his dick imagining both neighbors on their knees for him, he had memorized some lines from the audio and knew what was the right point that he wanted to reach his orgasm, the sound of your moans with Eddie's made Steve come harder each time.

When Eddie’s first live stream was recorded without authorization and shared by all social networks, Steve knew it was you, not because of your body, nor of Eddie's tattoos or long hair, it was because of your moans and the guttural pleasure that you released at every praise eddie’s give to you. He heard these moans for months by now,living wall to wall with you, he knows every type of sound you can make on bed.

Steve had some privileges now that he was your neighbor. He knew what the fight was about, he knew your side of the story and he knew your boyfriend's side. He knew you weren't going to accept the attitude Eddie was putting and he knew Eddie was too scared to actually choose another girl, and Steve can't let the both of the hottest people he knows broke up. Not before he tasted you two together.

The loud knocking on your door brought your head out of the cycle of sadness, opening the door just a crack you saw your neighbor standing in the doorway, playing with his perfect hair, "he probably heard the fight" you think, opening the door the rest of the way , Steve smiled at you, causing you to let your guard down

"Hi pretty, is everything okay over here?" Steve said looking over your head, seeing glass everywhere "Holy shit, are you alright?" he said walking past you "Shit honey! Why are you barefoot?"

You looked down at your feet and a cry escaped "I-I don't know, I'm sorry"

"It's ok, c-come here, come on pretty girl, jump on my lap" and with that your legs circled Steve's body, until he carefully placed you on the couch.

"So, do you want to talk about what happened?"

Steve started to collect the broken glass while you sipped your drink in silence, your eyes not leaving the half-empty glass.

"I did a bad thing to Eddie and now he wants to do an even worse thing to me" You sighed deeply and downed the rest of your drink. "I'm so tired of this internet thing, and views and likes, it's all bullshit."

Steve sat beside you, his warm palm resting against your bare thigh, sending shivers down your spine. "Sorry honey, but what does the internet have to do with Eddie breaking everything? I don't understand"

"Actually, I was the one who broke it, I was so mad I didn't even notice when it flew out of my hand."

Steve shook his head, picking up the last pieces of glass.

"What a bad girl, Eddie should punish you for that, you know?",

"No-no sir, I'm a good girl" You covered your mouth with both hands as soon as the sentence left your mouth.

Steve smirked and nodded "Then get a box so we can put all this glass, okay little girl?" You shook your head and went into the bedroom looking for a box.

Steve took advantage of your departure and ran to Eddie's desktop, thanking God that the boy saved his passwords, quickly logging into his twitch account, starting the live show, turning off the monitor and returning to his place, broom in hand .

"Here Stebie" You handed the box to the man and sat back down on the sofa, holding a glass of whiskey for him.

"What happened to 'sir'?" he laughs slyly and your cheeks start to turn red.

He put the trash in the corner and sat beside you, his fingers brushing yours as he took the glass, his body turned to face you, arm resting on the back of the couch and his free hand playing with a lock of your hair.

"So what was the fight about?" he asked quietly, still winding his own finger around your hair.

"It's stupid, Eddie can be so mean sometimes" you didn't mean to, but a pout formed on your lips.

"Don't be spoiled, pretty girl, Eddie treats you really well too."

"I know" you said more to yourself

"What did he ask that made you so mad?"

"He, he said that he would find someone to bring home, whether I liked it or not, and that if I wanted to I could participate" your eyes were filled with tears, when Steve's hands went to your face, holding it tight . Steve's thumb traced the path of your tear, down to your soft cheeks to your cupid's bow, skirting your lips.

"Someone, huh?" Steve's voice was soft like velvet in your ear. "Didn't he say who? Was it a girl or a boy?" Steve's thumb is contouring your bottom lip now, pulling and pressing your fleshy lip, causing your mouth to be slightly open.

His thumb slowly entering your mouth, resting on your tongue, making you take a deeper breath "good girl" he he said taking his finger out of your mouth and smearing saliva across all your mouth "good fucking girl". he whispered, looking at you with pure lust and desire.

Looking at lover’s lake while smoking a joint, Eddie needed to get his head together before he came home and apologized to you. 30 minutes had already passed, he knew that was enough time to have you in agony, that was enough for today, he thought.

Getting into the van, he lit a cigarette and took out his cell phone. The device was hot with so many comments on twitch, on the videos page... and a small live signal appeared in the corner of the screen.

Eddie felt an icy shiver run down his spine, it felt like there wasn't enough air in the world to make Eddie breathe right now, seeing you sitting on the couch with none other than King Steve, who tormented Eddie for years, playing with a soft lock of your hair.

Eddie stood still watching the interaction, Steve knew what he was doing, he knew he was going to break your armor soon, he knew that Eddie was probably watching and going home and he knew that few options were left for the metalhead. Either he plays Steve's game or he's going to continue being a cuckold mama's boy.

The stream chat beeped more and more, causing Eddie's phone to keep vibrating,

"Does Eddie know or is he a cuckold?",

"They are going to fuck this bitch together, i’m telling."

“She’s a fucking whore, wanna taste too”

Eddie was fucked, he knew his only way out now was to carry on with whatever he caught Steve doing to you, damn Harington! he couldn't let the freak get better of him.

You were huddled in almost Steve's lap, while Steve's hands caressed all the exposed skin on your body, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, squeezing your waist tighter, making you bite your lip, trying to suppress the tears.

The sound of the key turning inside the bolt echoed through the apartment, causing Steve's whispers to stop. He could feel your body tense in his lap, and with a few tight squeezes around your waist, he tried to give you some reassurance, even though he was also terrified.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't Mr. King Steve" Eddie stopped with his arms crossed, watching the scene, your body wrapped around Steve's, his hand on your bare skin. It was possible to hear Eddie's teeth grinding so hard his bite was making his heart race.

Eddie walked over calmly and sat next to you and Steve, making himself comfortable. He pushed the hair out of your face, staring at your glossy eyes and with a strong grip, pulled your face against his, forcing your lips to his. His tongue invaded your mouth, licking and nipping in a desperate kiss, wanting to show everyone who you belonged to, who owned you.

"I told you that you could choose whether or not to participate with the other person," Eddie said, holding your face tightly, biting your lip. "But it looks like you chose to participate, and choose even the person, doesn't it! you little whore?"

Eddie slapped you across the face, making your ear ring "I asked you a question, slut" his free hand went to your neck, squeezing hard "yes" you said between ragged breaths.

"Good". he said nonchalantly.

Eddie looked at you with disdain and turned his gaze to the other man

"Are you in, King Steve?"

"yeah, yeah! of course I'm in" Steve said, putting you on the couch and standing next to Eddie, both of their backs facing away from the webcam.

"I know you planned this, you asshole. And as soon as this shit is over, I'm going to beat the shit out of you" Eddie snapped at Steve, who in turn could only smirk.

"Here are the rules, you're only going to do what I let you do. You gotta ask me to and if I let you, you do it.” Eddie smirks to Steve, “ you gotta do it right, ok big boy?"

"r-right" Steve now understood why you called him daddy, something about the man's bossy tone made Steve's dick tremble inside his boxers.

"Hey! lil princess. Stand up and let Steve take all your clothes off, shall you?"

Eddie demanded, sitting back in his gaming chair. He could see the shame and fear in your eyes and it turned him on even more. "I don't like to repeat what I said."

You stood up and shivered as you felt Steve's warm hands on the hem of your shirt

"But E-eddie I don't think..." You were cut off, by eddie's hand slamming against your cheek again

"Disgusting.bitches.like you.don't.speak." he said cupping your face, squeezing so hard your lips were half parted. "Open your mouth, bitch, open your mouth wide for me,yeah,that’s it” a globe of saliva travels from eddies mouth to yours “good fucking job, that’s a good girl, swallow it for us babe." Eddie wiped the corners of your mouth while returning to his place.

"Kiss her Stevie” he said mockingly “I want you to taste me in her mouth so you don't forget who she belongs to." Steve's hands were already on your face and his lips were pressed against yours, tongue kissing you, he moaned into your mouth as he felt the taste of Eddie on your tongue, making his cock press against the zipper of his pants.

Your body rubbing against the boy's, causing his hands to squeeze the fat of your ass, eliciting moans from your pretty mouth

"mhm, fuck Stevie, I can feel your cock on my thigh, it's so... big" you meowled.

Steve and Eddie groaned together hearing your words, pressing harder his body into yours.

"Now take her clothes off big boy, nothing you haven't already seen" he said, you could feel the evil on his voice, making your face burn with embarrassment.

Steve took off your T-shirt slowly through your body, fingertips teasing your warm skin, leaving your two peaked nipples on display for the two men in front of you.

"Go on, you can touch them Harrington” Eddie said with his low voice, “this slut begging for it, beg slut, beg him to touch you."

"please please Steve touch me.” your eyes pleading to steve touch you “I've been a good girl Steve! I've been a good girl sir! touch me please" you almost cry at the boy.

"Such a fucking good girl, so obedient, so good for us! Can I touch her Eds?"

Eddie just nodded as he felt himself through his pants, letting a low moan escape when he saw Steve's lips connecting with your nipple. You squirmed each time Steve bit down on your nipple, rolling the other one between his fingers. His mouth bit and left little marks all around your breast, making you moan louder and louder.

"I bet you're wet” Eddie said, palming his dick through his pants, “you're so dumb when you're horny, a whore for any attention”he said, approaching you,He cupped your face gently, placing a sweet kiss on your lips, he connected his forehead with your, looking into your eyes.

"Are you okay princess?" he whispered just for you to hear, his gentle eyes searching in your beautiful face for any sign of discomfort, but there was none, you just nod.

“Put your hand on her pussy, see how wet she is for us, king steve." Eddie turned his eyes to Steve’s, smirking at him.

Steve's fingers made their way down your body, past the waistband of your panties, fingertips playing with your pubic hair, lightly brushing your clit, causing you to gasp.

Steve's free hand held you still by your waist, his fingertips circling your entrance now, collecting all your arousal, lubricating his middle finger, your arms round Steve’s neck, his chest pressed at your back, hairchest tickling your skin, your tities full displayed for eddie, and Steve pushing his finger into your tight pussy, slowly, so slowly.

So slowly that you started to press your pussy against his fist.

"Greddy" Steve said pulling his finger out of you completely “greddy sluts don't get nothing, princess" he said, pulling away from you and standing up, adjusting his cock, so hard it was throbbing.

"Not to mention, that Daddy said I need to ask him to touch you"

Something about hearing King Steve call Eddie daddy made him groan and drop his head back. "Fuck" Eddie huffed, getting up from his chair, his hand gripping Steve’s hair, noses almost bumping “what you did you call me, big boy?” Eddie said, almost sighing staring at Steve's delicious lips. “Daddy” Steve's voice was small,eyes never living Eddie’s gaze, he licked his lips and Eddie took it as an invitation.

The kiss was brutal,fighting for dominance, tongue and lips, moans and whimpers, Steve’s hands gripping at the hem of Eddie’s shirt, almost ripping it from your boyfriend’s body. Steve’s mouth traveled from Eddie’s lips, to his neck until his nipple, sucking and giving it cat licks, making Eddie moan and chuckles “Greddy tonight, aren’t we?” moving away from Steve and sitting across both of you, “C’mom big boy, make daddy proud” pointing at you with head.

Steve knelt in front of you, running his hands along the length of your leg, Eddie put his hand on the boy's chin, turning his face to his "but be a good boy and don't let her come, ok handsome?". Steve gasps at the pierced look on Eddie's face “o-ok daddy, i’ll be your good boy”, eddie only gives him a smirk.

The pain in Steve's dick was so bad that he had to unbutton his pants, trying to relieve the pressure, Eddie's gaze was glued to the outline of Steve's dick in his white underwear, he could see the small stain of pre-cum In the see-through underwear, leaving the pink tip of Steve showing, Eddie bit his lip.

"s-sir" you broke the boy's trance.

"Oh, poor thing, you kept her waiting, Harington, I wonder why…" Eddie's hand squeezed Steve's shoulder lightly

"Come on little girl, what were you going to say?” Eddie proceeded.

"mhm” you nod “thanks daddy. I wanted to ask ‘sir’ to take your shirt off, please".

Steve didn't wait for another word, he ripped off his shirt with one hand and with the other he already grabbed the waistband of your panties, pulling them by your leg and throwing them in some corner of the room. Sinking his face into your pussy, Steve suckled you like a starving man, licking and sucking your clit, his fingers circled your entrance, thrusting into your tight little hole all at once, you cried at the curved movement of Steve's fingers , hitting the right place. The pressure of his lips around your clit making your back arch, Steve increased the speed of the thrusts, making you moan pornographicly, he could have sworn it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

"Nice, huh?" Eddie bragged, "y-yeah! she's perfect, mean, she sounds perfect". Steve answers with his face still buried on your sweet cunt.

Steve was slowing down his thrusts and sucking her clit one last time, leaving you whining and frustrated.

"I've been a good girl, sir! please, please" you almost cried begging for the touch, any touch from the visibly excited man in front of you.

Steve was big but no thicker than Eddie. The abdomen is clearly harder than your boyfriend's, adorned with hair, making your mouth water, not going unnoticed by Eddie, who already had his cock in his hand while masturbating watching another man eating you out.

"What do you think baby girl, Steve deserves to be repaid? Did he eat your nice little pussy good? Did he make you feel good?" Eddie said, still with his cock in his hand, leaking pre-cum from the swollen head. The words going straight to your core, making you moan out loud

"Yes! please daddy let me suck Steve's dick, he did a good job" Eddie's hand slammed hard against the fat on your ass "That's a good girl, a good slut for us, suck Stevie’s dick babe, I want to see your mouth full of his dick"

Steve let a groan escape through his nose watching you position yourself on your knees on the floor in front of him. Your hands massaged Steve's hard cock, making him hiss. He knew what you were capable of doing, he watched countless times from yesterday to today the video where you emasculate Eddie with such dexterity.

But seeing you like this, so vulnerable and in a hurry to make him feel good, Steve's perverted thoughts came back to him.

"Ask me nicely to put your mouth on my big cock, slut"

"please sir, can I put your dick in my mouth?" your fingers trailing up Steve's thigh, resting on the waistband of the man's underwear. "make you feel good?" lightly pulling his boxers down, sliding down his legs to join a pile of clothes thrown in the corner of the room.

Steve's big cock as soon as freed from his boxers came up against his abdomen, you could see the pre-cum stains glistening against the man's skin "can I taste you sir?" you could hear Eddie moaning as he massaged the tip of his cock, Steve let his head fall back

"Fuck princess, yeah! you can taste my cock"

You licked your palm before enveloping Steve's cock with your manicured fingers, moving up and down slowly, making Steve squirm under your touch.

"mhm, thank you sir, thank you very much" and with an innocent smile, you sank your mouth around the head of Steve's cock, giving light sucks, making the man go crazy

"fuck that's it, good girl" his hands on your hair, encouraging your mouth to go deeper on his cock, Eddie still masturbating, now sitting next to Steve, watching his head move up and down on another man's cock.

Steve started to move his hips against her face, fucking her face hard. Moans from him vibrated against the length of his cock, making him moan louder. When you were almost out of air, Steve released you from his cock making him moan at the lack of contact with his lips.

The man's hands squeezing his boyfriend's thigh as he touched himself, Eddie could feel Steve's eyes on his cock, he slid his hand slowly along the entire length of his cock, biting his lips containing a malicious smile, he pressed and massaged the head of his cock, his gaze never leaving Steve's face, as a drop of pre-cum trickled down the tip, steve let out a groan from the back of his throat.

"Wanna try it, big boy?"

Steve's eyes flew to his, looking for some kind of judgment but found only approval. "I-I never... I never did that daddy" Steve's so small voice made you moan louder than you expected.

You crawled until you were between your boyfriend's legs, his hands were against your face, holding you as if you were very fragile "hi pretty baby" he smiled, you lightly kissed his lips "hi daddy" you laughed down and continued "can I teach Steve how to suck your dick?"

Steve's heavy hand met the fat of your ass in a hard slap, making you cry and bite your lip.

"What did you just call me?" Steve asked, mirroring Eddie's words earlier.

"Sorry sir, I'm really sorry, can I teach you? please, I want you to feel how good daddy's dick is"

Eddie appears tired of the interaction and buried your face in his cock, causing the tip to hit the back of your throat, you gasped and coughed around his cock and felt your little pussy oozing from his crass attitude "That's it baby, choke on that dick, that's right, you stupid bitch, swallow it all" Eddie fucked his face mercilessly, moaning and growling at the feel of her throat around him.

He stopped your movements by pulling you by the hair, smiling at the sight of your swollen lips, chin and neck glistening with the amount of saliva that escaped his mouth. "Kiss her" he demanded, Steve quickly pressed his lips to his, his tongue not asking for permission, invading his mouth and moaning when he felt the taste of Eddie's cock on his tongue.

"That's it, good boy" Eddie's hands in Steve's hair "Now, you're going to lick her clean, swallow all the juice, the mixture of my cock and the sweet taste of my princess, ok?" you and the other man moaned at the same time "But first, come here whore" he handled your body, placing you in his lap.

He slid the head of the cock into your pussy, collecting all the juices of your arousal, making you moan loudly at the sensation against your clits, "Do you like that? hmm, that's right moan my name" You started to lower your hips looking for friction "please, daddy please!" you moaned almost desperately.

Eddie circled your entrance and slowly sank you into his cock, making you stretch inch by inch, his cock filling you deliciously, the rhythm he established allowing Steve to continue licking the mess Eddie left in your mouth.

Your hand enveloped Steve's cock, sliding up and down, making the man moan, the rhythm of Eddie's thrusts into your poor pussy increased with the sound of the moaning man who was fucking his girlfriend's hand. Steve's hand went to your clit, massaging, pushing you over the edge.

"Can I come? please can I come? I've been a good girl. Daddy? Sir? please" the fat tears started to run down your face "fucking yes! cream my whole cock, come on me babe. Be a good whore and cream all of my cock" and with this, your orgasm washed over your body, collapsed into your boyfriend's sweaty chest. He took you off his lap and laid you down gently on the couch, letting you get back to your normal self within your time, kissing your calf.

Eddie's gaze went to Steve who was already staring at him. Eddie draped his arms over the back of the couch and spread his legs slightly apart, getting comfortable. His cock trembled at Steve's look of desire, Steve's mouth watering at the sight of your cum running down Eddie's cock, making it gleam.

"Come here big boy, won't you be a good boy and clean up daddy?" Eddie said, making Steve groan and you sigh.

Eddie brought Steve's lips to theirs, kissing soft but firm at the same time, his hands roaming the boy's body, encircling Steve's cock with his big, callused hands "Would you be a good boy for me?" Eddie continued massaging Steve's hard member.

"y-yes daddy, I'll be your good boy" Steve finished the sentence getting on all fours on the couch, head down and ass up, his mouth wasn't as soft as yours but the feel of Steve's strong jaw opening and encompassing the head of eddie's cock caused his head to fall back "That's it my good boy" steve moaned tracing delicious vibrations on your boyfriend's cock, steve's head bobbed up and down on eddie's cock,strong hands playing with his balls, making Eddie fuck Steve's mouth in response to the boy's movements.

You recovered from your orgasm, propping yourself up on your elbows and finding the hottest scene, Steve's round ass exposed to you, as he rubbed his erect cock against one of the sofa cushions seeking any form of release. Your boyfriend's dick burying himself in his neighbor's throat, Eddie fucked his mouth deftly, moaning shamelessly.

His eyes met your face, your eyes on Steve's ass, you looked mesmerized.

Eddie was smirking at you when his gaze returned to his, he just nodded, confirming the request that was written on his perfect face.

You knelt behind Steve, your hand squeezing his cock and balls at the same time, making Steve moan and as a result, Eddie rolled his eyes at the vibration.

You started to slide your hand on Steve's cock, masturbating him while your delicate lips attacked the boy's balls. Eddie took advantage of Steve's distraction and grabbed his head, fucking the man's mouth with more desire, while Steve moaned desperately you took your wet tongue to Steve's puckered hole, licking lightly, massaging the ass of the man who moaned so hotly wrapped around from Eddie's dick.

"fuck fuck fuck" Eddie said each time Steve's body jumped forward with the attack on his asshole.

Steve increased the pace of the blowjob, his hands gliding easily over the man's balls with the amount of saliva that oozed from Eddie's cock. "I want to cum in your ass, do you want to make daddy happy? be a good boy to me?"

Eddie knelt down behind Steve, who was now eating your pussy so eagerly, trying to get at least one more orgasm out of you.

His throat being opened the size of Steve's cock as he fucked his mouth carelessly, you underneath Steve in a delicious 69, leaving his ass high so Eddie could fill his asshole with cum.

Eddie promised Steve he'd just put the tip in and so he did, brushing the swollen head across Steve's asshole, which all made him fuck his throat deeper as Eddie pressed his asshole, trying to enlarge his neighbor's asshole.

As soon as Eddie got inside, he slowly fucked Steve's ass, making the neighbor moan desperately "oh! fuck I need to come, can I cum in your mouth princess?" Steve asked desperately but not stopping eating on your pussy so good.

Eddie was already on edge, head thrown back, head jammed in Steve's ass as he worked his length with his own hand. "Oh!fuck, make her come Steve, now!"

Eddie said with the thrusts starting to get awkward, Steve with 2 fingers stuck in your pussy as he sucked you, you with your lips tight around Steve's cock. "Can i cum in her mouth? Can I, daddy?"

"Fuck you can" Eddie said squeezing their hands on Steve's hips, Eddie's strong grip bringing Steve to his climax, white strings of cum painting the walls of his throat, Steve's mouth sucked on the right spot of her pussy, fingers pressing into that spongy place making you squirting, soaking Steve's face.Eddie wasn't far behind, filling Steve's asshole with his hot cum, the three of them collapsing onto the couch, you couldn't tell where one started and the other ended.

You were sandwiched between the boys, when a low chuckle left your lips, piquing the boys' curiosity.

"Damn, that was...something" you chuckled and broke free of the boys' embrace, heading to the bathroom to clean up a bit.

Alone now, Eddie and Steve exchanged incriminating glances, the lopsided grin making the men look like playful little boys. Steve was the first to break the silence

"I didn't think your plan would work so well," he said, brushing the hair out of the boy's face.

Eddie chuckled and lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag and passing it to Steve, who happily accepted it.

"I told you, It's just make her mad and she turns into a fuckgirl" he winked at Steve, getting up from the sofa and sitting in front of the computer, eyes roaming the screen, reading all the comments, he could only smirk.

"Yeap! I think we broke the internet Harrington" Eddie said casually, turning off the machine and making his way to the bathroom to enjoy the shower with you. Steve continued to sit on the couch, not sure what to do.

"Are you coming or not Steve?" Eddie's low, husky voice made Steve shiver

"yes, yes I will Munson" Eddie smiled fondly at Steve, throwing a towel hard at Steve.

"For your modesty, man" he chuckled

"Nothing you haven't already seen" Steve raised one of his eyebrows and winked back at Eddie.

"Come on boys, I'm exhausted and hungry, let's shower soon and watch a movie" your sweet harmonic voice making both boys smile widely

"We're going babe" they said together causing you to roll your eyes and shake your head

"Now I have two assholes to take care of" you said to yourself.

Special thanks to @omenhel who put up with me complaining and gave me great ideas, I love you bub <3

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IN VINO VERITAS

ੈ✩‧₊˚ himeno x fem reader

synopsis: you and your hot new friend, who you’re down cataclysmically for, bump coochies in the woods 👉👌

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, fem bodied reader, praise (use of ‘good girl’), consumption of alcohol, dubcon (since you’re both tipsy), semi-public sex (y’all are at a campsite and it’s implied there are other people nearby), oral (f. receiving), tribbing, edging (kinda), choking (kinda), Himeno is the dominant one but not a dom, gentle biting, mention of masturbation

Other warnings: smoking (cigarettes), Himeno calls Aki an emo twink, age gap (ish, Himeno is about 5-6 years older than reader), there is no puke in this fic even though we have the combination of Himeno and alcohol :), reader is a bit needy and a bit of a perv lol

“You okay?” Himeno’s voice pulled you out of your daydream, and you realized you’d been clutching the armrest by the passenger seat, your knuckles white.

“I’m fine,” you said. “I just zoned out.”

“I was gonna say, I don’t think I’m that bad of a driver.” She flashed you a smile before looking back at the road. “Although come to think of it, I did fail my permit test about four times.”

“That’s reassuring.” You stretched and yawned, glancing at the clock.

“We should be there by six, and that’ll give us enough light to set up the tent. Unless we fuck up and it takes us forever.”

“Which will probably happen, knowing us.”

“That reminds me, if Aki came with us he’d have his shit together and he certainly wouldn’t have gotten us lost.”

“Well, detours are fun.”

“You’re too kind.”

Aki had dipped out of the trip at the last minute, claiming he was feeling under the weather. He urged you and Himeno to go without him, and as a consolation gift, gave you two bottles of wine to sneak into the campsite. They were rather poorly hidden under the back seat, wrapped in one of your old sweatshirts. You glanced back at the contraband to make sure it wasn’t too conspicuous.

“Hey, do me a favor,” Himeno said, tilting her head towards the lighter sticking out of the cup holder. You nodded and reached for it, as she quickly retrieved the cigarette that was behind her ear. Throughout the long drive to the campsite you’d been the one to light her cigarettes for her while she talked your ear off about whatever came to her mind. She liked that you were a good listener, and you liked the sound of her voice, so it was a win-win.

Your crush on Himeno was a little more obvious than you’d like it to be. As she smoked with one hand gripping the wheel, her window rolled down and the wind whipping her hair around, you caught yourself staring. Your mind wandered, making your face grow hot. You wanted to know what the hand around the wheel would feel like around your neck as she feverishly kissed you. It was rather embarrassing to admit, but when you had time alone, thinking about her sometimes resulted in your hand down the front of your pants.

You’d been friends with Himeno for about six months now, after Aki had introduced the two of you, and ever since you met her you’d get butterflies every time you saw her. She sometimes caught you staring and would give you a knowing smirk, making you quickly look away. You had a feeling she was onto you, but you were never confident enough to say anything. After all, she was five or six years your senior, and she was an enigma of a woman. You could never quite figure her out, whether she was flirting with you or just being herself, and it made you far more anxious than you’d like to admit.

After you and Himeno finally reached the campsite and spent an embarrassingly long time pitching your tent, you poked around in the back of her car for the bottles of wine while she set up two lawn chairs by the light of an old lantern she dug out of her trunk.

“We forgot to bring glasses,” you called over to her, clutching the bottles to your chest as you kicked the car door closed.

“One bottle is mine and one is yours, then,” she quipped, and flopped down in her chair. You joined her and muscled open the bottles, passing one to her. She nodded thanks and took a long drink. The two of you sat there for God knows how long, talking and talking until you were almost certain you saw the sun beginning to rise. You curled up in your chair and stifled a yawn, and Himeno noticed and giggled.

“Am I boring you?”

“Not yet.” You tried and failed to hold back another yawn.

“Did I ever tell you about how I cut Aki’s hair that one time?”

“You what?” Your eyes widened, and you started laughing.

“Yup. He fell asleep and I was drunk and found a pair of scissors, and the rest is history. He was so mad at me, I felt terrible, but it was fucking hilarious.”

“He never told me about that.”

“I hurt his pride, that’s why.”

You cocked your head to one side. “Were you guys ever…a thing?”

“Oh, God, no. I wanted us to be at one point, but he made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t interested.”

“You still like him, don’t you?” you teased, prodding her leg with your toe.

“Oh no, that ship has sailed. And it probably sank too.” She laughed heartily and ran a hand through her hair. “I have a bad habit of falling for emo twinks.”

You snorted, making her laugh even harder.

“Honestly, though, don’t worry about me. I’m no competition if you’re trying to get a piece of that.” She sighed and leaned further back in the chair, setting the bottle on the ground.

You suddenly stood up and lurched over to her, gripping her chair for balance, and sat right down on her lap, putting your arms around her neck and laying your head on her shoulder.

“Oh?” She raised her eyebrows, surprised. After a few seconds had passed, she timidly placed her hands on your waist. “Did I say something?”

“No,” you sighed, pulling back to look at her. You absentmindedly twirled a lock of her hair between your thumb and forefinger. “Well, kinda.”

“What is it, then?”

“I have a crush on you.” You hung your head, looking down into your lap. You couldn’t look her in the eyes, you couldn’t stomach it. You heard her sigh, and you prepared yourself for the worst. After a few excruciating seconds, she finally spoke.

“I know,” she said softly, lifting her hand to gently pinch your cheek. “It’s very obvious.” Your eyes widened.

“Is it really?” You looked back up at her, and she nodded. There was a glint in her eye that wasn’t there before.

“Are you gonna do anything about it?” she asked you, that same knowing smirk spreading across her face.

You kissed her without hesitation, making her giggle against your lips. You felt her squeeze your waist and pull you a little closer until you were snug against her. She gently laid her hand on the back of your head and slid her tongue against yours, making a soft moan slip out of your mouth.

She pulled away and looked at you quizzically, still smirking. You stared in disbelief. You’d really done it, you’d kissed her. It could only get so much better or so much worse.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, still in a trance.

“Don’t apologize.”

She suddenly snaked an arm underneath your thighs and picked you up bridal style, making you squeal, and you held on tight as she carried you in the direction of the tent. She smelled like sweat and sunscreen and smoke, but in a way that was strangely pleasant to you. She grunted as she struggled with the flap of the tent, and you felt yourself beginning to slip.

“If you drop me, I swear to God,” you giggled.

“Fuckin’ help me, then!”

After a comically long struggle with the tent flap that did indeed involve being dropped by Himeno, she stumbled into the tent and pulled you down onto the cot with her, making you laugh even harder. She zipped the door closed, and crawled over to straddle your waist.

“Are you putting me to bed?” You squinted up at her, your eyes adjusting to the dim light inside the tent.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Are you gonna kill me or something?” You started laughing again, blindly reaching for her, and you felt her grab your hand and squeeze it. She leaned in closer to you, hovering over you and smiling, her hair brushing against your face. You blinked up at her, doe-eyed.

“You’re so cute,” she marveled.

“You think so?”

“Mmm-hmm. And you’re all mine.” She leaned down to press kisses to your neck, gently nipping your skin every now and then and eliciting whimpers from you. Her fingertips felt cool and soothing brushing against your flushed skin, and you felt her tug at the hem of your shirt. You raised your arms to help her remove it, and she resumed her kisses once she tugged it off you.

“You’re not wearing a bra.”

“Brilliant, Holmes.”

She snort-laughed and poked you in the rib, making you yelp.

“You have pretty tits.”

“Thank you?”

“No, I mean it. They’re cute.” She brushed some hair out of your eyes and smiled at you. “I want them in my mouth.”

You burst out laughing again, thankful that the dim light was hiding the raging blush spreading across your cheeks. Himeno gave your neck one more gentle nip before moving her hand up to cup your left breast. She inched further down and swirled her tongue around your nipple, making you gasp.

“You’re so fucking cute,” she whispered between kisses, and you felt her start to move further down, her fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts. You almost immediately lifted your hips to help her pull them down, and she chuckled at your eagerness.

Once she’d completely undressed you, she sat back on her heels and ran a hand through her hair, looking down at you with hazy eyes.

“Please touch me more,” you blurted out, reaching out and gripping her arm as she ghosted her fingertips across your bare skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked you, her lips curling up into a cheeky grin. She continued brushing her fingertips against your skin, just barely touching you and avoiding where you needed her most.

Your breathing had gotten shaky and erratic, and you couldn’t think of anything other than her, the sound of her voice, the intensity of her touch. You looked up at her with pleading eyes, your grip on her arm tightening.

“Please fuck me,” you whispered, and she smiled and leaned down to peck your forehead.

“Good girl. That’s what I wanted to hear.” She gently spread your legs and crawled down to settle in between them. She hooked her arms around your thighs and looked up to you inquisitively, silently asking your consent. You nodded vigorously, making her laugh.

She was so close to you now, her grip on your hips making your skin tingle and her hot breath fanning against your aching pussy. You let out a surprised whimper when she finally flattened her tongue against your pussy, licking a thick stripe all the way up to your clit. She continued, making you squirm and whine and grind against her face each time she flicked her tongue against your clit.

It was close to the best feeling you’d ever felt, the strong grip of her hands on your hips, the sloppy kisses she’d give your clit when your thighs tensed around her head. She pulled away right before you could get your satisfaction, making you huff and whine in frustration.

“You gotta be quiet, baby.” She rested her head on your thigh and smiled up at you, gently rubbing your lower stomach.

“I-I’m sorry, I- fuck!” She resumed going down on you, making you squirm and cry out. You brought a shaky hand up to your mouth, and grabbed a messy handful of her hair with the other. Your thighs shook and your back arched as you came, your eyes rolling back as you tried not to scream from the pleasure. She finally pulled away when you gave her hair a harsh tug, and crawled up to kiss you, silencing your whimpers.

“You okay?” she asked you upon pulling away, brushing some hair away from your sweaty forehead. You nodded, your chest still heaving as you tried to catch your breath. She pecked your forehead and sat back up, straddling your waist.

“I wanna try something,” she whispered, and your eyes grew wide as she peeled off her shirt and started to unhook her bra. “It’ll feel really good. I promise.” You nodded.

“Don’t just stare, help me,” she giggled, noticing your gaze. You quickly propped yourself up and started to unbutton her shorts, which she flung into the corner of the tent along with her underwear after some shuffling around in the dark. After pushing your legs apart, she inched closer to you, and lifted your right leg so your calf rested on her shoulder.

“Stay like this for me, okay?” You nodded obediently, awaiting her next move. She gently ran a hand over your lower stomach and lowered her hips to meet yours.

You gasped and grabbed her hand as she started grinding against you, and she chuckled quietly, giving your hand a tight squeeze.

“I told you.”

She gripped your leg with one hand as the movement of her hips became more rhythmic, letting the other wander over your bare skin. She brushed her fingertips across your stomach, then your tits, then gently placed her hand around your neck and squeezed ever-so-slightly, at which you arched your back and let out a breathy moan. She chuckled and maintained her gentle grip on your throat, her gaze fixed on the way your face contorted in pleasure with each thrust of her hips.

“That feel good?” she asked you breathlessly, knowing you could barely form the words to answer her. You could only nod and whine in response, making her lips curl upwards into a satisfied smile. She could tell you were close by the way you were breathing, the way the muscles of your thighs and calves and stomach tensed as she touched you. She was quite close herself too, sweating and flushed and barely able to control the movement of her hips.

You clawed at her arm, your eyes wide and almost frantic, and she held eye contact with you as you came undone beneath her, firmly pressing her hand over your mouth to muffle your whines. Her own orgasm soon followed, and she let out a low moan, her fingernails digging into your calf and making you whine in pain and pleasure.

She pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your calf as she rode out her orgasm, then gently pulled away from you and rolled onto your back. You instinctively reached out for her, and she pulled you in, sighing contently. You wrapped your arms around her and snuggled tighter against her.

“You okay?” she whispered, smoothing out your messy hair. You nodded and pulled back a little to look at her, smiling with hazy eyes.

“Can I take you out for breakfast tomorrow?” you asked, resting your forehead against hers.

“I would love that. I’m paying though, you can’t change my mind.”

You huffed in protest. “Fine, as long as you let me be big spoon.”

She grinned.

“Deal.”

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