#look at the FABRIC y’all look how it lays on him!!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

POV: You’re Tilieth, sitting with Link, while Abel keeps watch ❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍❤️😍

(POV I’m hyperventilating and CANNOT STOP STARING HELLO GOOD SIR)

*SCREAMING*

@telemna-hyelle Lofty wanted me to share this sketch of Blood of the Hero Abel with you😘😘

@skyloftian-nutcase 😈

[satorusugurugurl]

JJK Men: Sleeping Beauty

Summary: You give the JJK Men permission to use you wen you’re sleeping 💤

Characters: Gojo Satoru + Geto Suguru, Ryomen Sukuna (Modern AU), Nanami Kento, AFAB!Reader

Warning: somno (with consent), language, smut, unprotected sex, cream pies, multific!

Word Count:4.3k

AN: Kinktober Day Twenty Four! Somno 😴 I’m not the biggest fan of Somno, but I might be after writing Sukuna’s 🥴

SatoSugu:

Satoru and Suguru had been gone for two weeks. Two weeks where they weren’t near you and they were constantly busy, not having enough time to stop, but they were doing to contact you. But that didn’t stop you from messaging them and telling them how you missed them. Both were excited to get home and spend some time with you. Their flight got delayed.

Suguru could still hear the disappointment in your voice when he gave you the bad news. You stared at the ceiling before adjusting the robe that you had on. Both men were apologetic for their delay, but just give them your best smile before sharing that everything would be okay and that there would be plenty of time for y’all to connect.

“But don’t forget about our agreement. If you guys come home and you’re still feeling pent up, feel free to wake up in any way you see fit.”

Your words were like a constant echo in the back of their minds. From the airport to the ride back to your house, you were like a beacon calling them Home. Despite the aches in their bones and the exhaustion that had settled in, coursing through the nerves of their bodies, the thought of seeing you eased that pain just a little bit. They half expected to find you asleep on the couch when they got home. You’re still up waiting for them. But they were pleasantly surprised when they entered the house, which was lit by the night lights around the house to illuminate the floor.

“I hate that we got home late.” Satoru sighed, rubbing at his stiff neck. “I was looking forward to spoiling her.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I feel like I am this round-up coiled that just needs to be unleashed.” The men continued to converse as they walked through the hall towards your shared bedroom. But she's probably asleep by now.”

Like Suguru had thought, you were asleep on top of the comforter in the prettiest lilac and light blue lingerie boys had ever seen. It was a lingerie dress split down the skids. An intricate design of lacey flowers, purples, and blues covered your breasts and dried the trimmings of the gown. It hugged the curves of your body just right, looked amazing against your pretty skin, and had both of them feeling extremely hard.

You hummed, turning onto your side, exposing the curve of your ass. Suguru was torn. He wanted to give you time to sleep, not to wake you up. Satoru, on the other hand, felt a hunger deep inside of his soul that radiated straight into his cock. He moved, silently getting on the bed and laying behind you. His long fingers teased your skin under the thin fabric of the lingerie. Tiny goosebumps raised against your flesh as he tailed his hand up higher, fingers grazing over the same flimsy panties you were wearing. His middle finger gently grazes over your clit with precise movements.

You arched against him, moaning softly in your sleep as your eyebrows twitched. “Satoru.” Suguru’s voice was stern and soft as he made his way around the other side of the bed to watch both of us lovers. “What are you doing?” Violet eyes watch his best friend and boyfriend’s hand move underneath the sheer fabric that was barely covering your body.

“You heard her.” Satoru’s fingers moved harder against your sensitive bud. “She said that if we were feeling pinned up, we could wake her up however we want.” He hummed, kissing, watching as your legs pressed together under the ministrations of his movements. “She’s always told us that if we get horny in the middle of the night, we could wake her up like this.”

“But—” The flimsy fabric that was barely covering your pussy, was tucked to the side, exposing your wet, slick folds to the dark-haired man. “—fuck.”

“Our Sweetheart wants this as much as we do.” Long fingers ran up and down your slick folds over your slit before slowly pressing inside of you. “So get your ass over here and play with her tits for me?”

Suguru’s body wouldn’t move on its own. He had never done anything like this before. And while he knew that he had your consent, it still left him feeling strange, touching you while you were asleep. “Toru—mmm.” Your soft little cry of pleasure had Suguru jerking his head in your attention. “Sugu~” Hearing you moan out both of their names while your legs pressed together with furrowed eyebrows was all the tempting that Suguru needed.

Pleased to see his best friend finally moving forward, the mattress dipping under the added weight, Satoru began trailing kisses along your shoulder. Both pursed their lips together, holding back groans of pleasure so as not to wake you up. Suguru lay on the bed right in front of you, his large, strong hands cupping your breasts. His thumbs moved over the floral lace, rubbing your nipples until they were hard, standing at attention under his caress.

They moved in sync with each other, fingers pumping into you, hands on your breasts, squeezing and rubbing them. With each careful, calculated caress of your skin, the men could find you drawing closer and closer to the edge of sweet release. Suguru pinched at your nipples, tugging them out just as Satoru curled his fingers upward, pressing into your g-spot. Your eyes shot open wide as you gushed all over Satoru’s fingers.

“Nngh!” you cried out, shedding your eyes tight as wave after wave of pleasure rocked into you like waves in a storm. “Fuck! Fuck!” you cried out, reaching forward, grasping onto Suguru’s shirt.

“Heh~ see, I told you she was just as pent up as we were.” Satoru cooed, kissing and nipping at your ear, his tongue darting over the shell of it.

“Hi Princess, we’re ba—”

Suguru’s words were cut off as you reached forward, grabbed him by the shirt, and pressed your lips against his. “Fuck me.” Your voice was hot and full of desperation. “I need you both so bad!” The boys exchanged a look with each other before they were quickly stripping.

“Fuck we missed you.” Suguru groaned, lifting your lingerie and exposing your beautiful skin to him.

You whimpered in agreement with Suguru before seizing up as Satoru rubbed his fingers over your pussy. “Oh, I need you both.” Your grip tightened on Subaru's shoulders as they both lay behind and in front of you, completely bare naked. “My toys weren't helping me out anymore! Please, I need you both.” The desperation in your voice had them moving, rubbing both of their cocks over your slick folds, lubing them up.

“Oh fuck.” Satoru ground out as he pushed inside of you. “So fucking tight!”

Suguru knotted an agreement before he focused his attention on you. “Are you okay?” He asked as both his and Satoru’s cock stretched out your pussy, filling you to the absolute broom with both of them. “Do you need a second?” You shook your head, wiggling your hips to force them further inside of you.

“N-No, I just need you.” Both men continued to push as far as they possibly could, and when they went as deep as they could, they paused not only for their benefit but for yours. You were shaking and shivering. “S-So full—oh fuck I missed you both.”

“We missed you too,” they said in unison as they began fucking into you as fast and hard as they possibly could. You screamed out in pleasure as their cocks pounded into you. They fucked you working through two weeks’ worth of up pressure and aggression in their movements. They made you feel good. So fucking good that tears began to form in your eyes.

And they then grabbed you, holding onto you and rocking against you. They painted and kissed and bit you. They were making up for their lost time while on their mission. Fingers and teeth dug into your skin, pushing you closer to the edge as they screamed your name and moaned so loud it made your head spin and your heart swell with happiness. They were both finally home, where they belonged! And they gave you the welcome home gift when you never left.

Satoru nipped at your neck, tugging on your nipples as Suguru reached down, toying with your clit. “Are you going to cum for us?” Suguru asked, feeling your walls hug his cock that pressed up against Satoru with every thrust.

“Yes! Oooh fuck yes!!”

“Yeah, baby~ make a mess for us, okay? Nnngh fuck! That way, we can clean you up.” Satoru’s sultry voice in your ear as he jackhammered his cock along with Suguru’s into you. “Come on, pretty girl~ pick a mess for us. Be a good girl and cum for us.”

Their words, their thrusts, and the fact that they were at home and in your arms were the last push you needed. You screamed, arching against both of your lovers as the waves of your orgasm pulsated through you. The intensity of your contractions and the convulsing of your pussy had both of the men grunting and growling as their hips stilled for the briefest of moments before they continued fucking into spurts of hot white cum coating your insides as you all came together.

The three of you lay in bed, panting heavily as sweat coats your skin, leaving you chilly in the cool autumn air. Your boyfriends seem to relax, melting into the mattress, almost as they clean to you, holding you flush against their bodies. You hum happily, reaching behind to cradle the back of Satoru’s head while pushing your forehead against Suguru’s with a pleased, happy hum.

“Welcome home, boys.” Your breath, whisper, and warmth from your body had them snuggling in closer to you. It was good to be home.

Ryomen Sukuna (Modern AU):

Sukuna sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face as he ventured up the stairs to his apartment. Exhaustion settled in his bones as he glanced at his watch before digging his keys out of his pocket. He was so tired. His last appointment of the day, full sleeves, had taken up most of the evening, cutting into his time with you.

Sukuna, you still see the slight twinge of disappointment on your face when he told you he would be home late. You had planned to stay in and make a nice dinner before watching some shitty, scary movies. But Sukuna knew there wouldn’t be much watching with all the setting the two of you had been doing throughout the day. Your boyfriend had just frowned, whispering a slight apology before you gave him a gentle smile.

“Kuna, it’s OK. You can wake me up when you get home if you want.”

“You need your sleep.” your boyfriend had said with a frown.

“No, I need you.”

The slightly sultry tone of your voice had your boyfriend looking up from his iPad, where he had been finalizing details on his client's tattoo. “What do you mean, Kitten?” all you gave him was a smirk before you shrugged his shoulder.

“Exactly what I said. Even if I’m sleeping, I want you. You have my full consent.”

This was something new for the two of you. Something Sukuna had never really thought about or considered. Taking you when you were sleeping. It seemed like some kind of fantasy. But he would be lying to himself if he said it hadn’t been a fantasy; he was suddenly in it.

Thinking about you, the way you smelt felt, and your words from earlier had his cock so hard since he had started driving home. Ever since that day at Gojo’s house where you both had met, he craved you. You were everything he thought about. All this originated from that round of Seven Minutes in Heaven that had changed his life for the better. You had enchanted him from that moment, and he was utterly smitten and addicted to you.

And his desire had been like a starved beast fueled by gluttony. Sukuna needed you, so while he was reluctant, he was also eager to be near and inside you. That eagerness hit him straight forward, fueled by frustration from his day and the need to be with you.

So he made it to his apartment in record-breaking time. He pushed the door open and went about locking it up and ensuring the house was secure before heading into the bedroom. He was hoping that maybe you would still be awake, but he wasn't disappointed either when he walked into the bedroom and found you fast asleep. You were under the sheets and chest, moving and falling slowly as you slept soundly.

You looked so cute and peaceful as you slept. He almost felt bad for what he was about to do to you. You looked like an angel, but he was about to awaken the little sex demon he knew you were. He stripped out of his clothes before grabbing the sheets, pulling them gently off your body so as not to wake you up right away.

The absence of the sheets allowed him to get a good look at your body. And he growled. Suddenly, the thoughts of keeping quiet and not alerting you that he was home went out the third-story window as his crimson eyes roamed over your body. You were in a tight-fitted red corset lingerie set. The lace see-through allows him to see your perky nipples that rose at the attention of the absence of the blanket.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Sukuna whispered as he reached into the bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube. “Fuck you're so beautiful.” he rubbed slick all over his cock before getting on his knees, pushing himself between your slightly open thighs. “So fucking pretty.”

His tattooed hands gently pushed your thighs apart, reaching for your pussy to pull your laundry and lingerie set to the side of the allowing access to you. He found you on full display only when your legs were spread wide enough. Your lingerie had crotch panties. Pink tufts of hair fell against Sukuna’s forehead as his eyes darkened with need.

Your pussy was wet, twitching, and needy as your hands gently grabbed at the sheets. Sukuna took notice of that and the slight movements of your body. He scoffed before positioning himself entirely between your legs, your hips brushing against each other as the head of his cock caught against the tight entrance to your opening. Sukuna down on his lip, hissing as he began pushing inside of your tight wood walls, welcoming him as he started slowly thrusting in and out of you.

You were so tight, and the walls around your head turned to the side, soft moans emanating from your pursed lips. His pierced cock felt so good dragging in and out against your inner walls. It's good you want to scream as his nails dug into your hips, holding them down flush into the mattress as he began thrusting a little bit faster and harder.

“Fuck Kitten.” He growled, watching as that same hand gripped the sheets tighter, your eyebrows furrowed. “Ya’ feel so good.”

You whimpered in response. “Mmm,” Sukuna smirked, angling his hips up slightly so that the head of his cock slammed right against your cervix, allowing louder cries of pleasure to rise out of your throat as your knuckles turned white from how hard you were gripping the sheets.

Sukuna huffed, leaning down closer to your ear. “Nngh fuck baby.” he hissed against you were sensitive earlobe, his teeth nipping at it, tugging it gently, drawing out loud moans from you. “Hey, guess what?” You didn’t respond, but you didn’t have to because Sukuna knew you. “I know you’re awake, so open your eyes and look at me when I fuck my cum into you!”

His words helped, and your eyes opened at his command. The second you're pretty eyes met him, Sukuna snarled as he lost his composure and calm. He bucked into you fucking you as if he was like a wild beast in heat. His cheeks puffed out as he focused his attention on staring into your eyes as he grunted and groaned, his thumb finding your clit and flicking at it.

“K-Kuna!” You cried out, hands reaching up, grabbing him by the broad shoulders. “Oh fu—fuuuck!”

Sukuna shuddered, feeling your walls convulse around him as your orgasm came. But he didn’t stop. He continued fucking you through the waves of pleasure until his hips finally spilled as he pressed himself as deep as he could within your pussy before he filled you to the brim with cum. He shuddered back, slightly arched, as he kept himself deep inside of you, not wanting to pull out. He wanted you to save every second of him being inside of you.

It wasn't until his cock began to with a slight dull pain from oversensitivity that he finally pulled out. He for your legs apart as his white comes out of your little pussy. It clung to the lingerie before polling on the sheets underneath you. Be wad so entranced by the sight of your combined cum, that he barely registered the fact that you were sitting up, pressing your hands against his pectoral muscles before shoving him back against the mattress.

“How did you know I was awake?” You asked, trailing kisses down his abs as your tongue flicked over his tattoos.

“Nngh~ fuck Kitten.” he lifted his head slightly, watching as your nose grazed over the pink hairs of his happy trail. “I-I saw you gripping the sheets.”

“Awe, And here I thought I was being a good actress.”

Sukuna laughed, but That was suddenly cut off by a choked sound deep in his throat as your tongue gently ran around the base of his cock. “F-Fuck— I think it would be simple enough. To pretend that you’re sleeping.” You cockd eyebrow up at him.

“Wanna bet?” He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he nodded his head. “Pretend you’re sleeping, and I’m going to suck your cock.” He signed heavily, flexing his fingers to prepare himself. “Then we’ll see who’s the better actor.”

Spoiler alert: Sukuna lasted a whole ten seconds before his fingers were fisting in your hair, and his cock was being forced deep down your throat. It’s safe to say you won that bet; your consolation prize was sitting on his face. But Sukuna would argue that he was the real winner as he ate you out as if he had won the gold medal.

Nanami Kento:

Autumn was one of your favorite times of the year. You Nanami were always baking together, cooking, and going out for coffee. But some of your most favorite things to do this time of the year was to stay in and watch movies. But it, unfortunately, was also one of the busiest times of year for Nanami, being a sorcerer.

The onset of seasonal depression meant more curse spirits were roaming around. That called for more Jujutsu Sorcerers to be called in to destroy the spirits. Which sometimes cuts into your evenings together.

Because of this, Nanami always felt terrible when he came home, and you had already slept on the couch or in bed. The TV played in the background, or you had a book sprawled against your chest. He hated being away from you, especially when he wanted to do nothing more than spend the day naked in bed with you, enjoying your joint, shared time off.

These thoughts, the raw, primal need, had Nanami Confessing this to you. “I hate to be so vulgar. But I would much rather be in bed and be inside you than out here and somewhere in the warehouse.” You gasped overdramatically, and Nanami could see the face you were making, and that made him smile.

“Oh my god, so vulgar that you Confess that you want to have sex with your wife!” Nanami shook his head with a chuckle. He took his glasses off, eyes focusing on the pavement before him.

“You know what I mean. By The time I get home, you’re gonna be fast asleep. And I hate to ask you to stay away for my sake.”

“You can just use me when I'm sleeping, you know.”

Your words had him blinking in shock as he tried to replay what you had just said. “I’m sorry, love. I think I misheard that. I must have a bad sign—” Your laughter was like music to his ears.

“No, you heard me. When you get home and you're feeling horny, just use me! You have my permission.”

Those words hung in the air as Nanami made it home. He had been contemplating if you genuinely wanted to go through with what you had said. He was the type of man who got pleasure from you being pleasured. So, for him to just take what he wanted and not return the favor or make you feel good, he wasn’t sure if that was something he was capable of doing. This was probably something that the two of you could discuss later.

He needed a second as he walked into the house, where you would be fast asleep, and it was one of your two favorite spots.

When he entered the living room, he found you. But he saw you in a way he had never done so before. Your T-shirt and sweats had been discarded somewhere else and replaced with a navy blue sheer babydoll lingerie dress.

The sight of you in that dress had all his reservations gone. Seeing you in such a tight-fitting dress. He had his cock standing at attention. He groaned, groping himself through his pants as he tried desperately to keep his composure. God, he was so pent-up. Between the busy days at work and not spending as much time with you, Nanami was contemplating what he wanted and needed to do.

You had said it was okay. You had given him your permission, so it should be okay. At this point, it would have to be okay because he needed you so fucking bad.

He crawled on the couch, his hands ghosting over your bare skin. He grinned, watching how your body squirmed underneath his touch. His lips gently peppered over your skin as he pulled his cock out of his pants and boxers, coating it with his spit. It was only when it was slick with spit that he pressed into your tight, wet heat with a groan.

He would never get used to how tight you felt. It was a sweet, comforting feeling as he began fucking you slowly. He grunted, eyes fluttering shut as he worked himself in and out of you, savoring the soft whimpers that rose from your throat with each stroke of his dick.

Between his sweet, slow thrusts and the kisses that ghosted over your skin, you slowly woke up. Your soft whines echoed through the living room as you opened your eyes, coming face to face with your husband. When he realized you were awake, Kento groaned, slamming his lips against yours in a feverish kiss that left your toes curling.

“Mhmm~ welcome home, baby~” you mumbled against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “How was work—”

His lips pressed firmly against yours again, making your eyes go wide with the pure ferocity behind it. “Shh, I don't want to talk about work. I just want to savor being inside of you.”

“Yes, Sir~”

He continued slamming into you with his cock, his thrusts becoming faster and less paced. He kissed you, caressed your breasts, and continued to whisper how much he loved you. He thanked you

Thank you for giving him the opportunity to make love to you tonight. His praise, his gratitude left you squirming, feeling hotter. In fact, everything in the room seemed to get hotter and more intense with every move you made. You were never expecting him to go through with this, but you were glad it did.

There was a familiar tightening in your lower abdomen, and you knew you were close to coming. You grabbed the short strands of Nanami’s hair as best as you could. “I’m so close, Ken, I’m so close to cumming.” He picked up the pace of his thrusts, pounding you so hard that the lamp beside the couch started to shake. “Oh my God, Kento! Fuck yes, baby--ah, just like that!”

“Oh yeah, Love! Cum all over my cock, darling.”

He reached down, rubbing your clit while he continued thrusting. Your legs began to tremble, your inner walls clamped down on his cock, and the coil inside of your abdomen finally burst. You kissed Nanami, smothering the cries that were escaping your lips. Nanami kissed back, moaning just as loud into the kiss as his body stiffened. Nanami remained standing, his hips jerking as he milked his orgasm out. You were clinging to him for dear life, afraid you were going to collapse after the intense sex session.

“Ooh, god.” You whispered, the familiar drowsiness washing over here. “S-See, that wasn’t so bad.” You purred in his ear, and Nanami hummed contently in response. “Anytime you want to use me like that, feel free to, Ken~” Your words were warm and thick like honey, leaving a trail of shivers down Nanami’s spine.

“You're sure about that?” He asked with a grin. “Anytime I want? I think you might regret that. Because I’m going to take full advantage of that offer.” He sat up slightly, kissing the tip of your nose.

“Oooh, Kento~” You cupped his face with a smile, your thumb pads brushing over his cheekbones. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

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[starmocha]

*crying screaming squealing kicking my feet* BRAT TAMER ZAYNE!!!! dude i need to calm down fr. mc caught red-handed, his little smirk---13 slaps later he's back to soothing her, he's impossibly hard and when he sees how wet she got from the whole ordeal he knows he's not coming back to the hospital that day. his wife will be the end of him but she's so pretty and asking for a baby, he can't deny her anything ❤️ but seriously, your fic was amazing 😍😍

🫵 Y’all need to stop scratching that part of my brain, I have wips I have not looked at for many moons now 😭 /lh …continuation of the previous ask because IDK. WHY AM I DOING THIS. WHY IS THIS OVER 1K. I miss Zaynie. 😔

Lesson Learned (?)

“Thir…thirteen!” she gasps, nearly sobbing, after the final slap landed on her reddened bottom. She whines into the couch cushion, feeling a mixture of emotions from pain to pure arousal, the ache between her legs had worsened with every slap as Zayne reprimanded her, that soft but firm voice of his was able to lure her into a state of lust with just a few choice words.

Zayne hums softly as he leans over, his mouth close to her ear again as he apologizes while his hand rubs soothing circles on her bottom. “Was I too rough just now?”

Before she could even register his words to answer him, Zayne chuckles softly and kisses her neck. “You’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment,” he scolds her, his fingers slipping into her slick folds experimentally to see just how aroused he had gotten her with his punishment, but this action alone is enough to have her bucking against him crying out for more. He immediately pulls out, his fingers coated in her essence, and she whines in frustration at the loss of him. He tsks at her, chiding her again as he pulls her panties back up.

“N-no, Zaynie, please…”

He peers down at her flushed face with a raised brow. The same haughty smile remains on his handsome face as he teases his frustrated wife. “Please what? Use your words, my love.”

She couldn’t even bring herself to glare at him for his taunt, needing him so badly now, she is willing to do whatever he asks of her. “Please…fuck me,” she says quietly with tears in her eyes. “Please…I need your…your cock…inside…inside me.”

He laughs softly, amazed by her brazen plea. He settles down on the couch, laying on his side behind her. He pulls her flushed to him, her back pressing to his toned chest. She squirms in his embrace, but Zayne’s arm around her middle keeps her trapped to him.

“Such lewd words,” he murmurs, his tone more amused than disappointed, “Now when did my lovely wife learn to say such obscene things?”

She grinds back against him, feeling his bulge against her ass and hearing his instant hiss before his hand grabs her hip, holding her in place again. Before she could even whine at him to satisfy her needs, she hears the sound of his pants zipper and then his fingers were dragging her panties to the side and she moans long and slow as he fills her instantly, his cock stretching her just deliciously so as she clenches around him.

“F-fuck,” he gasps, those rare curses he would say somehow the most erotic thing she has ever heard. He grips her leg, raising enough so he could have an easier access before he starts rocking into her with a steady pace, his pants and her moans intermingling in tandem to the lewd sounds of his thrusts. “So fucking wet…it’s like you’re swallowing me…”

Every stroke she feels has her moaning and whining, her nails dragging into the fabric of the couch. Zayne slips his arm under her head to rest and she instantly grabs at his hand, his thumb in her mouth. The young doctor is groaning as he watches his pretty wife sucks on his thumb as he fucks into her at an increasingly brutal pacing.

Her moans and whines were the sweetest noises he has ever heard, each sound spilled from her lips is making him want to drive into her harder just so he could lure out more of her heavenly voice. He roughly pulls his thumb out of her mouth, smirking when she protests but her words die just as quickly when that same hand reaches around for her breast, grabbing and squeezing tightly while he leaves rough love bites along her shoulder, his hips still moving, still not relenting until he makes sure she cums around him.

The overstimulation is too much, her mind unable to focus, her entire body has submitted to be used by him, trusting him to bring her over the edge.

“…Za-Zayne! …Gonna…gonna cum…oh god…I’m gonna cum…!”

“Good girl,” he praises, kissing her neck soundly as he groans softly, “I’m close, too…”

“In-inside me! Please, Zayne, please…!”

“Bu—”

“I want you to knock me up, Zayne!”

His breath hitches. His hand lets go of her breast, reaching lower to rest on her flat belly. They have been fucking recklessly so much lately, he wouldn’t be surprised if she is already pregnant right now, already carrying his baby in her body. Still, he is already imagining a small swell forming, his baby resting in her womb, growing day by day bigger.

She would show off her cute belly in all of the pretty dresses he would buy for her. People would congratulate the doctor and his wife for their growing family, not knowing that he has been actively breeding her every chance he could, but most importantly, when he knows for certain she is ovulating, her body just begging for him to impregnate her with his child.

“Zay-Zayne, you’re so rough! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

The perverted thoughts in his head coupled with watching his wife climaxing has Zayne spilling obscenely into her, his thought focused entirely on making sure every last drop fill her, needing his seed to take, wanting her to get bred like the good little wife he knows she is for him.

“You’re going to be even more pretty,” he groans into her ear before he nips her earlobe as he continues to empty into her. He husks, his breath hot against her skin, “So fucking pretty knocked up with my baby…”

She is moaning helplessly, her hand reaching down to grasp at his arm around her middle. He is saying all of the right things with that sweet voice of his, she wants nothing more than to get drunk on his words. “Zayne…Zayne…”

When the euphoric haze passes, Zayne finally pulls out, laying flat on the couch on his back, his wife resting on top of him, her head resting on his chest as his hand rubs her up and down soothingly. They both enjoy each other’s company, basking in the sweet afterglow of this afternoon delight while their breathing evens out.

“Are you still sore?” he asks after a moment, the haughtiness he has displayed earlier gone, replaced by genuine concern for her.

She lifts her head, smiling mischievously again. “What would happen if I say ‘no’?”

He blinks in confusion before he gasps, feeling her grinding against him. His hands rest on her ass to still her and he lightly glares at her, unsurprised by her audaciousness.

“I left the hospital earlier because you needed a lesson for your teasing.”

“I’m sorry, Zaynie,” she says with not a trace of remorse in her voice. She leans up to kiss his lips, pulling away to brush her nose against his playfully. “I’m a bit of a slow learner…can we have another lesson?”

Zayne chokes back his moans when she rubs against him again. He watches with flushed cheeks as she slips off her soaked panties and unbuttons his shirt she is wearing completely, her breasts on full display for him to see. He is panting heavily as she teases his cock, her impish smile brightening as he hardens again.

His eyes roll to the back of his head as this time she seems to want to be the one to overstimulate him. “Nngh—I’m going to lose my mind because of you…”

[starlit-writer]

loyalty of a guard dog - sub!simon riley x dom!reader (18+ MDNI)

y’all seem to enjoy smut sooooo… have submissive simon riley to tide you over while i finish writing the second part of psychopathy (and the next chapter of in sickness and in health i PROMISE ITS COMING)

cw: dom/sub dynamics, explicit smut, simon has a pantyhose fetish, if you squint there’s stuff with feet (sorry not sorry)

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simon can’t remember how it started. can barely remember life without you in it, if he’s honest. you have been his tether to sanity for longer than he would like to admit. when everything gets to be too much, the demons in his mind and his past too loud, you are his solace.

but it’s time like this that that part is hard to remember.

the power dynamic at play could not be any more obvious than it is right now. he’s achingly hard. the pain in his knees is starting to burn from where you have him kneeling on the hard wooden floor of your flat, his hands palm up on the top of his thighs - the perfect symbol of devotion, of submission. and you, lounging in front of him without a care in the world. you, still fully clothed, one beautiful leg crossed over the other, while he is fully nude. his neglected cock bobs, desperate for even the smallest bit of attention. his pale, scarred skin is flush, the bright red of a heady mixture of embarrassment and arousal that makes his head spin.

his chest is heaving, a pathetic whimper bubbling in his throat as he stares up at you. you glance down at him, the tiniest smirk playing on your plush lips as you watch him.

“somethin’ wrong, si?”

oh, gods, he’s so fucking gone that even watching the way your lips form around the silk sweet words that come out is fucking pornographic. the whimper finally breaks free as he tries to find the words that are dancing on the tip of his tongue. he swallows thickly, keeping his gaze locked on yours.

“please… please, let me touch you. i just wanna touch you. i’ve been… i’ve been good,” he rasps out.

your smirk widens as his words wash over you. you uncross your legs, teasing him with what lay at the glistening apex of your thighs. “you wanna touch? that all you want?” you reply, voice dripping with smug seduction. you have him right where you want him, hanging on to your every word, and wrapped around your little finger.

simon’s eyes roll back, the desperation and burning need for you, for anything, becoming almost unbearable. but, before anything else, he was a soldier, a loyal guard dog, and a dog follows orders. you told him not to move, to sit and stay, and he would listen, even as his weeping cock, almost purple with pulsating need, bobs up and down to try and get any sort of stimulation. “please, i just need you. need to make you feel good. need you. so, so bad. please, let me have you.”

you hum softly, your deft fingers tracing lightly over your chest, down, down, down until they reach the damp spot between your thighs. you tap the spot once, twice, three times, withholding the jolt of pleasure from showing in your face with an iron will. simon would do anything for you, devotion to the point of obsession, but what he didn’t know is that you would do the same for him. and sometimes, that meant this - teasing the man until he was nearly delirious with need, so deep into that perfect floaty space that he craves so badly after a particularly rough time. your pleasure, at this moment in time, is entirely irrelevant. you have to take care of your boy. “well, how can i deny such a compelling request from my pretty boy, hmm?”

you stand up slowly, letting the skirt of your dress fall back over the sheer black fabric of the tights you have on underneath as you send up a small thanks to whatever deity is listening that you decided to dress up for work today. it drives simon crazy to see you all done like this. you take a single step closer, then another, and another, and another, until you are a mere inch away from where he is kneeling. as you look down at him, you can see the way his body is vibrating as he holds back from touching you. his gaze is pleading, his scarred bottom lip sticking out slightly in a subconscious pout. you bring your hand up to cup one of his cheeks, a small smile playing on your own plush lips.

“you’re so pretty, you know that? such a good boy for me. you look so perfect on your knees like that for me,” you whisper, your voice light with affection as your thumb strokes his cheekbone. “how about this, hmm? tonight, we start slow,” you explain quietly as you bring your foot up to rest against his aching cock.

“it’s late, you just got back from deployment, and i want you to feel good,” you continue as you apply a little more pressure to his cock, which causes him to lean forward slightly, a light whine of pleasure pushing past his lips. “so, no touching with your hands. however, i give you full reign to put that beautiful cock to work between my legs. how’s that sound, love? hmm?”

simon blinks up at you, his pupils blown with wanton desire. it takes a moment for your words to sink in, but as you adjust your stance to better allow him to slot his cock between your stocking-clad calves, he nods vigorously. he lifts his hips up to nudge the head of his cock between the silky nylon, and his eyes roll back in his head again. the bright red flush that has been covering his skin flares back to life, that same mixture of embarrassment and arousal kicking into high gear as he starts to fuck into your calves.

he’s a whining, shaking mess as he tries to get off. but it’s hard not being able to touch you, to not be able to make the pressure between your legs just right, to have to focus all of his energy on staying upright as he fucks into you, or to even just feel the way the black tights you pulled on this morning before going to work feel underneath his palms. the only relief he gets is being able to feel the drag of the silky nylon catch on the head of his cock as the precum dribbling out of him soaks the fabric in earnest.

he feels your fingers tangle in his short, curly blond locks as his hips piston into you, and a wanton moan rips from between his lips as you yank his head back, exposing his throat to you. he hears you laugh, a dark, lilting thing that draws him in like a siren. it’s a promise wrapped in a barbed paper - it’s going to be a long night. “look at you, si. such a pretty fucking cock. too bad it’s being wasted on some stockings, isn’t it? but it just feels too good, doesn’t it? you love the way it feels, and you love being on your knees and humping me like the perfect dog you are, huh?”

he nods again, another pleasured whine pushing past his lips as the motion tugs on his hair deliciously. he knows he should be answering with his words, but he is far too gone to have any semblance of ability to speak coherently. his heart races in time with his hurried, erratic thrusts, his breaths ragged and filled with pleasure as he barrels towards his release. he forces his eyes to open so he can look up at you, his head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes half-lidded and pupils blown.

“please, let me cum. lemme cum, love, please. wanna be so good for you, just… just let me cum.”

you smirk, biting your lip and letting your own head fall back to break the eye contact, pretending like you have to think about it. his pace picks up again, his thrusts so sharp and quick that for the briefest of moments you worry about the possibility of his cock getting the equivalent of rug burn. buy, he hasn’t tapped out verbally or non verbally, so you push the thought aside. you tap your chin, really playing up the theatrics of making this decision before you sigh a little dramatically. “alright, since you asked so sweetly, i give you my permission to cum.”

it does not take long after that word is out of your mouth for his release to come barreling towards him. one thrust more, and his cock is spurting out cum onto the floor behind you, his thrusts become haphazard as he chases the last bits of his orgasm. his breathing is heavy as he starts to come down, his cheek coming to rest on your thigh. you smile, a sense of pride filling your chest as you reach down to cup his cheek again as you let him catch his breath. he nuzzles into your touch before turning his cheek slightly to press a gentle kiss into your palm. you stroke his cheek lovingly as you watch him, looking for any immediate signs of subdrop.

“color?” you ask softly.

“green,” he mumbles against your palms with a smile on his lips. “i fuckin’ love you in stockings.”

you laugh softly, shaking your head slightly in amusement. “c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and in bed. i promise cuddles and a chinese takeaway for the night with our favorite shitty reality show reruns, yeah?”

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(lol that turned out SO much longer than i expected it to be l m f a o but ah well, the brain worms had to be fed. anyways, eat well lovelies and don’t forget to always practice kink safely!!!

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Like a Phoenix (4)

Pairing: Mercenary!Bucky x Princess!Reader

Series Summary: An attack on your palace thrusts your only hope for survival into the hands of a mercenary who is forced to protect you, all due to a vow he made many years before. Though, those are circumstances neither of you have chosen.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: theft; Bucky being protective; Bucky being a sneaky little shit; mentions of knives, sexism

Author’s Note: This is a tad shorter, but the next chapter will be the longest so far and quite intense, y’all, so be prepared :) Hope you enjoy ♡

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The town sprawls out before you, hemmed by rolling hills and thick forest, a cluster of modest wooden homes and stone-built shops that seem to lean into one another for support.

Smoke from numerous chimneys twists into the dusky evening, carrying the combined aromas of home fires and warm bread.

The cramped alleys thrive with activity, merchants shouting their goods in voices worn from years of competing with the noise.

The sensations are overwhelming you, making your head spin after so many days in the quiet of the forest.

You have never set foot in such a place before. Especially, not like this. Not cloaked in a worn brown jacket of the man shadowing your every step.

It likely is a town like any other to him - muddy, loud, alive with barter and chatter - but to you, it might as well be another world.

The actual marketplace is even worse. It is tucked into a wide, cobbled square, flanked by crooked wooden buildings.

Stalls are spread out, some covered in fabric of various colors, others laden with goods that sparkle and shine in the dwindling sunlight.

It is chaos.

People are talking, shouting, laughing. A dog is barking. Children are running, wildly darting through the legs of passing strangers. Everything is haphazard. There is bread next to salted fish, baskets of apples and other fruits, bolts of simple linen, and even knives - rough-hewn and gleaming.

You have to remind yourself to breathe. But your breaths only grow more shallow, afraid to take too much space from air that doesn’t know you’re here.

Your gown underneath Bucky’s jacket is stiff, frayed, and dirty. It’s still a symbol of everything you no longer are. The hood hangs low over your forehead, casting a shadow across your face, but you can’t help but feel like a painted target walking into the open.

Bucky made it clear from the moment you neared the outskirts of the town, that you were to speak to no one unless absolutely necessary. Keep your head down. Don’t look anyone in the eye. And most important; stay at his side. He made you repeat it like you’re some uneducated little girl, though his expression, the way his eyes pierced your own, stopped you from speaking your thoughts.

Bucky walks half ahead of you, half beside you to keep you in his vision. His shoulders are taut and his hand is resting casually - too casually - on the hilt of the dagger at his side. His eyes are sweeping over the stalls - stall to stall, face to face, tracking the movements of the people around you. His shoulder brushes yours every few steps.

You are not naive. You are acutely aware of how risky this situation is. Someone might recognize you. A merchant, a traveler who has once caught a glimpse of you in the palace courtyard, or a soldier who has seen your face etched onto decrees or coins or as a painting on a wall.

But Bucky cannot leave you alone in the forest.

And it appears he also can’t let you stay in that impractical dirty gown that fails to keep you warm each night, for you to lay there shivering and clattering your teeth. He also can’t let you only consuming the tiniest food rations he can find to save something for him.

You feel colder, hungrier, and far more removed from whatever fragile piece of yourself had once existed in the gilded cage of your former life.

The forest is not your friend. Its roots seem to rise intentionally to grasp your already faltering steps. The rustle of the breeze seems to taunt your grumbling stomach and diminishes the thickness of your skin. The trees stand too close, plotting to reach out with their branches and wrap them around you, never letting go.

Bucky, of course, always notices.

The day before, you had glimpsed some berries nestled against the thorns of a bramble bush while staggering through the woods once more. They were bright and glittered in the weak sunlight.

You remembered them from the palace gardens where they grew in neat rows, where servants picked them and cooks used them in summer pies. You’d seen them illustrated in books as a girl, read their names aloud at your tutor’s insistence. Their name you forgot, but you know they are not poisonous.

So you plucked a handful of them off, fingers brushing against the dew-slick leaves.

But before you could bring only one of them to your lips, a shadow fell over you, dark and looming. And before you knew it, a hand shot out to knock the berries out of your grasp. They scattered across the forest floor, rolling into the dirt.

Bucky’s movement was swift, but not violent, yet the force made you stumble a step back.

“What the hell are you doing? Are you tryin’a get yourself killed?” he snapped at you, voice thunderous and blue eyes blazing.

“I am no fool,” you hissed back, but your voice was shaking slightly. “They are not poisonous-”

His glare stopped the words in your throat. “You don’t eat anything unless I tell you it’s safe,” he said lowly, stepping closer. Close enough for you to see the pulse hammering in his neck. “Do you understand me?”

The next morning he told you, you’d visit the next town’s market.

Bucky waited until evening, so you wouldn’t stand out too much since the light of the sun would be dimmed.

Yet, you can’t shake the thought about why he cares.

The cold and the meager food rations don’t seem to affect him much, so why does it matter to him that it affects you?

He’s always been so careful, so paranoid, his caution bordering on obsession.

But then you remember the way his gaze lingered on you these past few days, the way his eyes darkened when observing the sharp lines of your collarbones peaking through your gown or the way you rubbed your arms for warmth in the cold night air but still remained trembling even with Bucky’s bedroll around you or the fire he always alights near you. Or the way his brows came together slightly when letting his eyes fall to the thin leather of your slippers, so unaccustomed for your journey, their once fine embroidery now faded and caked with mud.

Bucky stops abruptly near a stall selling bread, his back moving slightly more in front of you. You nearly collide with him, fabrics brushing together, and his head turns slightly, just enough for you to glimpse the warning in his eyes, the strain in his sharp jawline.

“Stay close.” His voice is a low rumble.

You nod, ducking your head.

The vendor, a small and older woman, exchanges the few coins Bucky hands over for two loaves of crusty brown bread.

He hands them to you, calloused fingers brushing yours for an instant.

His movements show no sign of hesitation, lacking the fear and unease that thrums with each of your heartbeats. He seems confident. Although his shoulders are squared and his jaw is working the whole time, he makes it look so casual. So effortless. Just slipping into the role of a villager, or traveler, just coming to the market to buy some goods.

It frustrates you.

Because the further you walk it feels like an act of defiance against your own instinct. You are not made for this. Not prepared for this. Your refined upbringing, your courtly manners - what value do they hold now?

“Keep your head down,” Bucky murmurs under his breath, eyes staying focused forward.

You do as he says, subtly pulling the hood tighter around your face. The world is narrowed to the cobblestones at your feet, hems of skirts brushing past you, wooden wheels entering your vision as a cart is pushed by. It clatters against the ground.

It is strange, walking through a crowd with your head down, without being noticed. You are used to people looking at you - studying your features, whispering your name and title, bowing their heads. Now, you’re just another person slipping through the throng. A nameless girl in a nameless town.

Nobody makes room for you. Shoulders bump against yours, making you stumble slightly.

You hold the loaves of bread closer to your chest, almost cradling them, as Bucky leads you further into the market, toward a stall displaying cloaks and tunics of rough wool.

The middle-aged woman running it barely glances at you, letting her eyes linger on Bucky.

Without a word, he procures more coins and gestures to a dark, heavy cloak.

You don’t see much of the exchange, still keeping your head down, but you acknowledge the dark fabric in Bucky’s hand he holds out for you to see.

Your hand reaches out to take it and you move to pull it over yourself at the expectant expression Bucky fixes you with.

Bucky watches you as you slip the cloak over your shoulders, trying to hand him back the jacket only for him to tighten it around your shoulders.

He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t meet your eyes. There is something guarded about him.

Resuming your stride through the market, Bucky stops again shortly after. This stall is laden with bolts of fabric in so many different hues.

Despite knowing better, you lift your head a little bit to let your eyes roam over the items. There is that soft blue wool that catches your attention. It’s the color of a cloudless summer sky, the color of the scorpion grasses that grew in your palace gardens.

You don’t know why they caught your attention so fast, but for a moment, you let yourself imagine. A gown spun from this fabric, its folds draped across your shoulders like water, its color catching the light when you twirled through the palace halls. The image is so vivid, so painful, your throat closes up.

You blink to find the burn of Bucky’s eyes on you. He’s just watching you. Silently. With an unreadable expression. You meet his eyes briefly and startle for a moment to find the very same color of the fabric you’ve been staring at reflected in his eyes.

But that is just a coincidence, right?

You didn’t look at the fabric because it reminded you of the exact color of his eyes.

Shame grips your chest and you remember with a start, that you are supposed to conceal yourself and show your face the least you can.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, something your father would have chastised you for, and swiftly move your head down, to continue staring at the uneven ground.

It slightly confuses you that Bucky didn’t reprimand you for not doing that sooner. He merely watched you quietly, with a look far too mild and ambiguous to feel anger over your brief mistake.

The cloak over your head obscures any view of what Bucky does, but he keeps standing beside you and you hear the twinkling sound of coins.

And when he prompts you to continue walking, you spot the blue fabric you’ve been eyeing sticking out from beneath Bucky’s arm as you both weave your way through the throng of people.

You try not to let your heart jump. But there is still something fluttering in your chest, something like tiny wings, but they are clumsy, beating against your ribs half in delight for being able to fly, half in warning to better shoot them down.

You take a glance at his profile, running your eyes over the strong slope of his nose, the hard line of his jaw, the way his dark hair falls over his cheeks, but he keeps his eyes deliberately focused ahead.

Bucky pauses again after a short walk.

You catch sight of boots. Thick-soled and sturdy.

He picks up a pair, turning them over in his hands.

The cobbler standing near, a wiry man with a patchy beard, begins to rattle off the boots’ virtues, but Bucky waves him off brusquely, turning to you.

“These’ll fit.” He holds them out to you.

“Oh, I do not need-”

“Try them,” he orders firmly, taking the bread from your arms and thrusting the boots into your hands instead.

With a resigned sigh you take hold of the boots. They are quite heavy for footwear. Heavier and more robust than anything you’ve ever worn. Their leather feels unfamiliar and stiff against your soft palms.

You slip off your slippers - ignoring the cobbler’s muttered comment about the state of your stockings - and pull the boots on.

“Walk,” Bucky instructs, gesturing to the narrow strip of space beside the stall, and with another sigh, you do as he says.

The boots are clunky at first but you have to admit that they provide a stable and firm base for your sensible feet, protecting them from the hard surface of the ground better than your slippers ever could.

Bucky is watching intently, arms crossed over his chest. He doesn’t smile. His expression doesn’t change out of his assessment. But he nods slightly. Pursing his lips in satisfaction. He reaches for the coin purse at his belt.

You want to protest - about the cost, about how you don’t want him to pay any more for you, about the guilt in your heart - but he doesn’t throw you another glance when paying the cobbler and leaving your old slippers with the man.

Another relic of your old life gone.

You try hard to remain near Bucky. The sheer crush of bodies pressing around you causes your heart to race and your body to recoil with each bump against you.

He doesn’t glance at you but his hand grazes your arm every so often. His attention is locked on the movement of the crowd, his head turning sharply but subtly every few seconds as if he is cataloging faces and the exits of the market. His presence is grounding but in his own way disconcerting.

He is a blade drawn halfway from its sheath - prepared and anticipating.

Your stomach growls audibly and you flush, wrapping your arms around your middle as if to stifle the sound.

Bucky is carrying the bread but you guessed you wouldn’t have taken a bite even if you still had it. It would feel wrong somehow. Still, more than a week has passed since you felt full, the cold nights and the thin rations eating away the strength you didn’t really have in the first place. It only causes your stomach to crumple inward in contorted shapes as a sign of rebellion.

You watch Bucky’s face jerk to a fruit stall you are about to pass. The merchant is having a discussion with a rather loud customer, which grabs your attention until something small and round appears in your sight.

It’s a red apple that Bucky holds out for you.

You blink at him in disbelief. “Did you just- did you steal that?” Your voice is hushed.

His eyes cut to you. So unfazed. “Do you want it or not?”

Hesitantly, you let your hand reach for the fruit, fingers lightly touching his before pulling away. It looks bigger in your hand.

You hold the apple like you never had one in your hand before, tightening your fingers, and can’t help darting your eyes around nervously, half expecting someone to shout or point.

But nothing happens and Bucky turns ahead again.

You gnaw on the inside of your cheek, conflicted between appreciation and discomfort.

You don’t like the way the apple feels in your palm.

Back at the palace, a fruit like this has served as a mere decorative embellishment at all those extravagant feasts and banquets. There were so many of them, all stacked high in golden ornate bowls as if they existed only for beauty. Now it is simply sustenance - limited and precious.

And it fills you with guilt. Shame. You basically feel the muscles around your ribs tightening into knots so complex, you swear they are trying to strangle your heart. Feeling like it hasn’t done enough to justify its effort.

Carefully, you let your eyes catch glimpses of the lives unfolding around you.

A woman with a child on her hip argues fiercely with a butcher over the price of a stringy cut of meat.

A young boy weaves through the strands, his face marked with grime. He clutches a bundle of firewood so large it seems he might topple over any second.

Tucked behind a stall filled with rolls of fabric, a group of women skillfully use their experienced hands, sharing soft, bittersweet laughter while they pass along bits of gossip.

You feel a strange ache watching them. The muscles in your neck strain with the effort of not turning away, causing the fleeting view you get to be both a punishment and a form of wonder.

There is a harshness to their lives, a grit and weariness that is foreign to you. However, they have something you never had the chance to experience. A feeling, something like a community, something they share. They all have a connection.

This is a world of mud and struggle and bargaining, but it is also a happy world.

You don’t recall ever laughing like that before.

You stop walking at one point. And you only realize this because Bucky’s hand is on your arm, urging you to move ahead again, though his hold on you is not forceful.

You blink, again, and stumble back into a walking pace.

Bucky doesn’t say anything but his gaze keeps lingering on you a little longer. Perhaps he sees something in your eyes - in the way you steer clear of meeting his own, rather dropping your gaze to the ground once more - but he falters slightly. Just a single and short delay in the next step he takes. And something twitches in his expression. Only now does he release your arm.

Another few stalls later, Bucky slows, examining a display of gloves and scarves.

While his fingers move over the worn wool and leather, you hover awkwardly behind him, grasping the apple close to your chest and feeling acutely out of place.

The tall woman standing behind the display narrows her eyes at you both and Bucky doesn’t even glance at her at all before he discreetly positions himself more in front of you.

Your gaze is drawn to his back, to the broad set of his shoulders, and the way his hair brushes against the leather at his neck.

He doesn’t belong here either, you realize. Not fully. But unlike you, he is good at pretending.

After a few moments, he turns to you and takes your hand, slipping a glove on, testing the fit. It’s a simple robust design lined with fur.

But unfortunately for you, it’s not the glove that warms your hand, it’s his touch.

You stare down at the way he holds your gloved hand. He nods to himself. “They’re good,” he says gruffly, about to move away but you speak up.

“You really do not have to-”

“We’ll take them,” he states, to you or to the merchant you’re not sure.

After paying and making sure you keep the gloves on your hands, he leads you further down the market.

The sky is getting darker and the shouts around you are starting to turn into a ringing sound in your ears.

You keep your eyes on the ground and on Bucky at all times.

You wondered how he can keep himself so calm and collected but you see the way his hand immediately goes back to hovering over his knife.

He walks until you reach the quieter outskirts of the town, where the air slowly loses the many scents that wouldn’t stop flooding your senses. The streets are less crowded.

“Eat the damn apple,” Bucky tosses over his shoulder without really looking at you. His voice is slightly softer now, almost teasing.

With a glance down at the red fruit in your gloved hand, you sigh and take a bite, sweetness exploding on your tongue. It’s almost immense after consuming mostly bland meals for over a week.

Bucky keeps you on your feet for a while longer. You finished the apple some time ago and now try to ignore the way your stomach still feels hollowed out, the cold is winding up your legs, and the ache in your feet.

Until he stops.

In front of a building with cracked stone walls surrounded by creeping ivy that seems to hold the place together more than the mortar itself. The aroma of damp earth hits your nose.

There is a faint glow of lantern light that seeps through the gaps in the shutters, casting sharp patterns onto the soil trail.

Bucky pushes the door open with a rough shove.

You hesitate at the threshold. This is not the kind of place you ever imagined stepping foot in. Not as a princess. But is that what you are anymore? Whatever title you once held feels like a fading light in your mind.

With a grunt from the man you are traveling with and a hand on your back, you are quickly snapped back to yourself and guided inside.

The inn’s interior is dimly lit, the atmosphere dense with the combined scents of woodsmoke and stale ale and the faintest hint of iron. A fire crackles in a low stone hearth, creating shifting shadows that glide over the rugged tables and assorted chairs spread around the space.

The floorboards creak beneath your new boots, the wood warped and pocked with stains whose origins you don’t care to guess at.

You follow Bucky closely and look around nervously.

The common area is sparsely populated. The patrons are mostly older men nursing mugs of ale. Conversations are indistinct and they don’t care to look up.

Of course, they don’t.

To them, you are nobody.

You probably are. You can feel it. It’s the emptiness in your chest where your title was pinned. There is a hole now. A vacuum where your heart beats softly, uncertain, questioning every pulse, asking permission to exist.

Bucky exchanges a brief word with the innkeeper, a grizzled man with a thin scar cutting across his temple.

You are basically glued to Bucky’s back. And you attempt to avoid the thought that you would feel much more restless without him here.

You don’t even listen to their conversation, only hoping it will end soon.

When he finally turns, key in hand, he briefly glances at you and nods toward a staircase concealed by shadows at the back.

“Upstairs,” he instructs shortly.

Each step you take makes the stairs groan underfoot.

The room is small. Barely more than a box with a bed crammed into one corner, a battered chest in another, a chair, and a single, grime-covered window.

A small lantern burns dimly on the bedside table.

It hasn’t even been two weeks since you have seen a real bed, and still, there is something aching in your chest at the sight of it. The mattress of the bed sags in the middle and the blanket is frayed at the edges.

But it is warm.

Bucky drops his pack along with the blue fabric and the bread onto the chest and leans against the wall, arms crossed as he watches you take in the space. You can’t tell if he is waiting for a complaint or just sizing up your reaction.

You don’t pay him any mind, letting your fingers brush against the rough wood of the window frame and gaze out into the night. The town below is quiet now, the streets empty except for a shadow moving between buildings.

You turn back around to see Bucky unwrapping a small bundle covered in cloth. He takes his time unfolding it and finally reveals a hunk of roasted meat.

You furrow your brows. “Where did you-” You stop mid-sentence, realization dawning as you take in the sly smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Didn’t think you’d mind,” he drones out, tearing a piece off with his teeth and pointing at you with the rest. “Guzzled down that apple like it ain’t nothin’.”

You can only stare at him in disgust.

You don’t know if it is his faulty actions or his terrible manners that make you twist your beautiful face into a grimace. Probably both.

“You stole it,” you accuse then, rather lately.

But he only shrugs, utterly unapologetic. The infuriating twist of his lips carries a spark of something almost boyish. “Not the first time, darlin’.”

You open your mouth to argue but then he simply winks at you - an utterly brazen gesture that makes your hands clench with equal parts anger and something deeper.

You spent your life surrounded by people who carried themselves with poise and restraint, who bent over backward to adhere to rules and expectations.

And here is this man, stealing food like it’s his birthright and then having the nerve to wink at you for it.

The apple rests like a mistake in your stomach, causing it to twist with nausea.

After all, you knew it was stolen and you ate it anyway.

And you hate how it makes you feel. How he makes you feel.

Because there is that part of you that speaks of envy.

And it’s unwelcome. It knows it is. But it doesn’t care. Boldly sneaking into the vulnerable parts of your chest, filling spaces where your breath should be. Every inhale feels like drawing in the bitterness of what you lack.

This man moves through the world with a freedom you can’t fathom. He takes what he wants, consequences be damned. Isn’t that what you have always dreamed of?

Bucky Barnes sits in a dingy room with stolen food in hand and looks so content with it.

And when his boot pushes the creaky chair over to you and he holds the meat out to you with an expression that tells you he knows you’ll take it, you want to resist.

But you do not.

So you sit down.

As you chew, Bucky keeps his eyes focused on you.

His posture actually seems relaxed but his eyes are thoughtful.

And you wonder, not for the first time, what goes on behind that gaze.

“You’re quiet tonight.”

You almost choke on the piece of meat in your mouth.

Swallowing hard, you stare at him.

He looks at you so blankly, it’s hard to make out why he would even bother saying that.

You hesitate. “I did not believe you would care about me talking.”

He tilts his head, considering you for a moment before leaning forward slightly. You don’t like how there is only one chair in this room. Because he already looms over you when you are standing.

“I don’t. Ain’t mean I don’t notice.”

“You keep on interrupting me,” you hum, trying to sound as indifferent as he so often does.

His shoulders shake with a laugh. It’s a low sound and it vibrates within you.

“Get used to it, darlin’.”

“Sometimes you think you’re being put in a hard situation but in reality the universe is preparing you for something good. Remember that. And be ready for when it comes.”

- r. m drake

Part five

Taglist: @cjand10 @unaxv @bellamoret

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Besieged part II

part one

tw - noncon, forced marriage, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, blowjobs, naoya being naoya and being an asshole. naoyas shitty excuse of foreplay. not beta read

wc- 2.1k

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a/n- hey…how y’all doin. don’t hate me for posting this over two years later lolol i honestly didn’t think i’d ever get back to this but. i have had been on a writing kick lately. i hope my skills haven’t completely disappeared. thank you for all the love for part one.

You wake up the next morning, covered in dry cum. You feel its presence still very much so stuffed into your cunt. You also feel a warm body draped over yours, looking over at the table you do see a glass of water. You also feel a flaccid cock you must have been warming all night long.

Did he really fuck you until he passed out? You reason he probably did. You look towards the window to find the sun just beginning to rise, not being able to stop the few tears that escape your eyes, a true moment to yourself, sort of. For the last week, the weight of your situation settles, is this really how you’re going to spend the rest of your life?

Eventually, you reckon you had silently cried yourself back to sleep. It was the fact that when you had come to again, your now husband wasn't sprawled out on top of you. But a maid with a worried look on her face gently tapping you awake. Telling you it was time to change the bedding, her skittish voice starting to pull away the curtains of grogginess out of your system.

You make sure to give her a warm smile, nodding and giving a soft thank you. Making a mental note to treat the staff nicely, showing them you are nothing like that vile man you have been legally bound to.

The maid turns away to give you privacy as you move your sore body to plant your feet on the cold floor. Seeing a note laying on your bedside table, picking it up you read it over. “I will be attending my own duties until mid-day, don’t bother me, I shall come find you when I deem it is time. Don’t miss me too much <3” You scoff crumpling the note and tossing it where you found it.

Shivering you pull on the robe nearby, letting the soft fabric hug your frame, giving another smile to the maid, you make your way to the washroom and out of her way. You spot the shower and take a better look at the elegant room. The ofuro and shower separated, traditional yet modern touches adjourning the room. Both bathing options are definitely big enough for two, you mentally note that he had done that on purpose. Looking between the two options, a soak in the ofuro seemed more tempting, something to soothe your aching body from the rough treatment you had taken last night.

Taking a good look in the mirror as you begin to fill up the bath, your eyes widen at the state of your body. Darkened marks adorn your neck and chest, accompanied by bite and scratch marks decorating your thighs and waist. Is he even human? You surely don’t remember the sex being this animalistic, but your fucked out brain probably drifted off after your second or third orgasm you presume.

Hopefully he isn’t this insatiable every night. The thought sends shivers down your spine, keeping yourself distracted by adding salts and herbs you had found sitting out into the steaming water.

Carefully stepping in and letting the warmth consume you, you close your eyes and lean your head back, letting daydreams run through your weary head as you lean it against the edge of the appliance. Near dissociation when.

The brash opening of the door rips you out of your thoughts, you hear his footsteps before you see him round the corner quickly. Ripping you out of your dream-like state, sending your nervous system into fight or flight mode, a shrill gasp emitting from you.

“Ah ha there you are. I was wondering if you were going to wake up or not before the sun went down.” Naoya says as if it was a matter of fact. Cat like eyes trying to peer beneath. “I was looking all over for my little wife.” The man poses with a faux stretch. “I got done with my duties early, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of the evening playing with my new toy.” He begins to shed his daily attire.

Sighing, but not quite in defeat you close your eyes and begin to mutter “well excuse me for trying to take even a bath by my-”

Before you could even finish the sentence, you heard it before you felt it. A smack resounding in the room before your hand flies to your face to soothe the stinging pain. Shocked with wide eyes you avert your profile to him.

You are met with a stern look to his amber eyes, face unreadable. “I will tolerate little from you. I knew choosing you there would be some pushback, a stubborn woman such as yourself. However,  you are smart enough to know and follow expectations regarding being my wife. I do not tolerate back talk. The rumors surrounding my clan are indeed true. We expect traditional wives. You will be absolutely no different.”

Flabbergasted you cannot control your rising emotions as they burst through the seams. “Expectations?! Guidelines?! I didn’t even want this!” No, you will not cry. Not in front of him.

A strong hand grips your face, a force even pulling you from the ofuro. “This. Isn’t. About. You.” Venom laced in his words as he shook your head back and forth. “I don’t care what you want. Surprise wife! You are here for me and me alone. That is your purpose in your pathetic life. Serve me. Warm my bed. Be my personal fuckhole. And bare me an heir. Speaking of fuckholes….” Naoya mumbles. Fumbling around with the cloth on his body. Slipping all of it off, the light illuminating off of his body, accentuated by the steam.

You’d be lying to yourself as to say he did not have a nice body. He did, and a nice cock, 7 and a half inches or so with decent girth and a perfect curve. You would know, the entire night the damn thing was inside of you, you are now very much so used to it.

To add on to his earlier statement, you are being gripped by the nape of the neck, Naoya standing on the stool you use to step into the tub, but he’s not stepping on.

“Open that whore mouth my dear beloved.” How can someone’s words be so venomous yet patronizing?

Taking a moment to process you don’t even see his hand come down to pinch your left nipple, the gasp parting your lips is all he needs to shove it in between your parted lips. Going slow and taking your time is not your dear husband's forte, obviously. As he is instantly gripping the sides of your slippery cheeks and moving his hips to fuck his cock farther and farther down your throat. Your gags, and spluttering echo to and fro through the bathroom, along with the sound of his balls, slapping your chin, pulsing with the need for release.

Though the man above you is groaning, face scrunched up in concentration and pleasure. He protests a moment. “No, no no, fuck, no, need your cunt. Gimme…” Naoya begins to mumble, pulling you up by your arm from the ofuro. “Bend over the edge, yeah, yeah just like that.”

You know it’s futile to argue, and you can’t deny, that he does feel good, is that why your body is betraying you when you arch yourself over the edge of the bathroom appliance? Why you don’t kick and scream when you feel him spread your cheeks to get an adequate view of your cunt glistening with bath water, slightly covered in suds from your attempt of relaxation? Is it that deep down you know that submitting to him is your best option right now? Can you really do this for the rest of your life? In such a compromising position, your thoughts run wild.

All thoughts stop racing through your mind when you feel the head of his cock push in through your tight hole. Shaky trembling hands gripping your hips tightly. Naoya’s head is also whirring in pleasure, just like yours.

“Fuck fuck it’s just as tight as last night.” A sigh emits his mouth. As if his cock in your pussy could melt all his stresses and worries away. Fuck. Is all that he can formulate. Using his hands to bring you back and forth on his erection. A moan threatens to emit from your mouth before you cover it with your hand, no you cannot give him that satisfaction. Biting down on your hand for some semblance of control.

A semi cold hand finds its way to your warm slick breast, a hardy squeeze as he brings up his tempo. “Y-yeah” he groans. “Take it, like you’re meant to. All you’ll ever be good for anyways.” Naoya growls, speeding up his thrusts. Biting down on your shoulder. Angling his hips to hit deep inside your cunt over and over your G-spot. You swear you can feel him in your chest at this point.

Your hand falls to the edge of the tub squeezing the edge in an attempt to ground yourself from the new found angle. You do not want to give him the satisfaction of his use of your body as his own personal fuck-hole, that he could make you cum from the treatment as well.

“Fu- shit. You’re milking me you bitch!” His teeth detach from your shoulder, his hand gathering at the crown of your head to hold onto your hair and bring his body towards him. “Look at me.” The blond demands. Pace never falters. “A fucking mess from a little fucking.” He hisses. “Who owns you?”

As if he can talk, he’s practically panting and drooling like an animal in heat. The latter question sparks a flood of defiance in you, moving your head side to side.

“Tell me who you belong to if you wanna cum. Otherwise, you can just suck me off and I'll finish all over that pretty face. I don’t fucking care.”

You jolt in surprise as you feel his hand on your clit, lithe fingers swirling the bud. Teasingly coming and going each time you tighten around him. The itch that needs to be scratched is becoming a far bigger problem. Your inhibitions going out the window.

I mean, it's four words, it can't hurt right? Just this once you reason.

“I belong to…” You muster the reward of Naoya’s fingers rubbing your bundle slightly faster. The sounds of your moans and his hips slapping yours echoing in the bathroom.

“G-go on I can’t hold out much longer, stupid cunt feels too good.”

“I-I Belong to y-you! Na-Naoya!” You finally snap at the same time your husband increases the pace of both his fingers and thrusts. Your cunt squeezing him so tight he can barely pull out to go back in, your release exiting out of your spent pussy, splashing on Naoya’s pelvis.

“Too tight, too tight SHIT!” The man curses, pushing himself practically against your womb as you hear him growl, squeezing your body to him so tightly not even paper could come between.

You feel the final twitch as you come down from your high. Warm spurts of cum filling you to the brim.

Naoya pulls out slightly wincing as his spent cock falls out. Mesmerized seeing his pearly cum in your thoroughly abused pussy. Two fingers wasting no time to push it deeper. “I-it has to take. You need to be knocked up.” He pants, as you turn your head worried eyes widening. “Need to make sure you can’t leave. Even if you tried.” The latter part of the sentence comes out more dark as the former.

As you sit and lament over what just happened. Naoya steps beside you to drain the tub, leaving half the water before he fills it again with warm water. You look at him quizzically, he pays no mind, checking the water. Adding some salt and soap to the bath.  Before lifting you up and setting you in without a word. “I have one more errand to attend to.” He exclaims redressing himself. “I will be eating dinner with you. Your husband says before leaving the bathroom. Not waiting for a response from you.

Shock leaves your system. Did he just… Do something nice for you? You won’t say it’s the best aftercare, but honestly you thought he was just going to leave you on the cold tiled floor. Warmth creeps up to your heart at the gesture. You shake your head, scolding yourself. You cannot fall for crumbs. Never for him, anyone but him.

You can figure something out, you reason. Find a way to leave and keep your family safe at the same time. Change your names, move out of the country, something! You cannot stay here, if you don’t leave now. You will be stuck under his heel forever.

[ackerprettyy]

• eren eating you out for the first time •

warnings: cooch eating

18+ only mdni

“Do you want to get on the bed?” You nodded and held his hand while he led you to his bed, laying you down first before he got situated on top you. You were sure that he could hear your heart beating out of your chest. Eren lowered his head and softly pressed his lips the against your neck, making you immediately tense up. “s-sorry, are you uncomfortable?” Of course you weren’t uncomfortable, it’s just that the feeling was so foreign to you. “no it’s just…im a little nervous” you lightly chuckled, a little embarrassed at the fact. “it’s just us baby, i promise i won’t do anything to hurt you, pretty girl.” He smiles down at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb. “i trust you ren” you gave him a reassuring smile and cupped his face before pulling him into a deep kiss.

Eren left kisses all over your neck, breasts, and stomach, leaving you into a moaning frenzy. He slowly parted your legs so that he could kiss your inner thighs, feeling his dick jump in his boxers when he saw the slightly damp stop forming on your panties. He noticed the closer his lips got to your flower, the heavier your breathing got. “want me to take them off, y/n?” He had his hands placed at the waistband of your panties, waiting for your okay. “yes, please” He slowly slid the pink fabric off your pelvis and down your legs. He almost drooled over your pussy, not even knowing where to start, so you immediately gave you one long test lick. As soon as he tongue came in contact with your pussy, your back instantly arched off the bed. When Eren saw how your body responded to his tongue, he felt the confidence demon take over him, and he went to work. Slurping sounds and your moans were all that could be heard throughout the room as Eren’s tongue flicked all over your folds. You grabbed his long dark brown locks and pushed his head deeper into you. Eren felt like he was becoming intoxicated from your juices. You felt his big hands roaming all over your body, squeezing on your stomach and breasts. “i swear you taste so fucking good” he mumbled into you, making your body vibrate. Just when you thought you couldnt feel anymore blissful, you felt two, long wide fingers curl up into you. You let out a huge gasp, body suddenly convulsing with pleasure. “you like when i use my fingers?” you ferociously nodded your head, being unable to properly respond to his question due to your mind being overwhelmed by pleasure. When Eren began sucking directly on your clit while simultaneously fingering you on the inside, you felt your orgasm taking over your body, followed by a warm liquid. Eren’s green eyes pierced into yours, mouth not leaving yours pussy even though the lower half of his face was drenched. He watched your eyes roll back into your head and body shake and squirm, knuckles gripping the bedsheets as hard as you could. You immediately became shy after looking down and seeing his face dripping in your clear liquid. Eren grins while you try to hide your face in the pillow. “you taste great”

sorry for any mistakes y’all know i can’t proofread properly

[poeticallyspiteful]

hiii! could you please write a regulus black x potter! reader? maybe something like reg and reader secretly going out and getting discovered by James?

thank you!! have an amazing day 💗💗

his muse (pt. one)

regulus black x reader

fluff / angst

cw: unedited as always 😌, a sex joke but it’s a titanic reference lol, marauders being overprotective, kissing, cuddling, someone may threaten to pull out someone’s teeth and put them on a necklace (it seemed like a very regulus threat), artist!regulus because 🥰

summary: you’re the honorary little sister of the infamous marauders; what happens when they catch you with a certain someone?

notes: hey love, thank you so much for the request!! just so you know, i don’t like to write readers to be related to another character, because i want my readers be able to relate to the ‘reader character’ without altering their preferred fancast for another one based on things like race or ethnicity. that is totally on me for not putting that in my request post and i will do that asap, but i hope you enjoy this anyway <33

more notes: i did get just a tad bit carried away and decided to divide this request into two parts, just to make it less overwhelming for me and y’all as well. anyways, enjoy <333

“oh reggie, paint me like one of your french girls,” you giggled, draping yourself dramatically across regulus’ pristine sheets.

he looked up from his sketchbook, brow furrowed in a way that made you want to kiss him until you both passed out from lack of oxygen.

god, you loved him.

“what?” he asked.

“nothing.”

evan and barty had both left the slytherin dorms, off to some place or another, giving you the perfect opportunity for some alone time with your lovely boyfriend. you’ve made sure to do this at least once a week since you started dating in your fourth year. now that you’ve reached sixth year, the tradition had only grown more cherished; precious were the moments spent with someone you’d been otherwise forbidden to see.

“he’s dangerous, (y/n),” sirius insisted, only just finished with his dramatic act of fake vomiting. you had made the grave mistake of assuming your friend would have a normal reaction upon hearing who had asked you to the yule ball.

“a slytherin, (y/n), how could you?” james moaned, collapsing onto the auto-man like he was faint in the heart. “you have been my little sister all my life—”

“you met me when you were twelve and we are not related,” you corrected.

james feigned offense. “how dare you question our bond? blood does not matter! we are family and that is that, young lady.”

“leave her alone, the both of you,” remus laughed, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you to his chest. “our little girl had to grow up someday.”

sirius looked appalled. “not with my bastard, slimy, death eater of a brother—”

“he’s not a death eater, we’re fourteen!” you exclaimed, pouting dramatically at the older boy. “just one dance, i promise padfoot, if it’s that weird to you, i’ll never see him again.”

you lied.

sunlight peaked in through the curtains, the golden rays hitting regulus in such a way that made him look angelic. so focused on his sketchbook, glancing up every few moments to gaze at you like you were something to be revered.

you sat up in his bed, fiddling with the hem of his sweater that lay around your mid thighs; though you loved to, you rarely got the opportunity to wear reggie’s clothes, given sirius would recognize them in an instant. so, you took advantage of these moments whenever they came your way.

you loved wrapping yourself in the soft, strong, warm smell of him: minty cologne, sea salt, and pine trees. the scent was practically woven in the fabric, making everything feel so much softer, so much more him.

you did have a couple shirts and sweaters you’d stolen over the years, but they remained in your dorm at all times.

well, mostly.

it was a moment of stupidity. a dreary saturday morning, a hogsmeade trip, and you had slept in. naturally, you had to rush out of your dorm to get to breakfast in time; but, you didn’t need to change, did you?

why not wear the sweater you had slept in and save yourself a little time?

so, after changing into more appropriate pants, you made your way down the breakfast and sat in your regular spot; in between remus and james, and smack dab across from sirius.

he noticed his brothers favorite sweater the second you sat down.

“what’s that?”

you’d barely sat down by the time sirius spoke and continued making your morning coffee as the group grew silent around you. finally looking up, you glanced between your friends in confusion.

“what’s what?”

you lifted your sleeve to rub your nose, breathing in quickly through your stuffed up sinuses; stupid fall allergies.

you froze as the familiar sent cooled your insides, eyes darting over to the slytherin table across the great hall.

oh.

that’s ‘what’s what’.

“who’s jumper is that, (y/n)?” james asked, arm draping over your shoulders to tug the sleeve on the other side. “doesn’t look like one of mine—”

“or mine,” sirius chimed.

“or mine,” peter chirped, though you hardly stole borrowed his sweaters anyways (too scratchy).

“it’s mine!”

you were surprised to hear remus’ leap to your defense, as you knew damn well the sweater wrapped around you wasn’t his— still, you weren’t about to question it.

“mhm,” you hummed, taking a sip of your coffee, hoping the boys didn’t notice your shaking hands. “i don’t know what that third degree was about, but i stole this from moony a month ago.”

“what’re you thinking about, lovely?”

regulus was suddenly just inches away from you, sketchbook tossed to the side, instead opting to look at his muse more close up.

“nothing,” you mumbled, smiling as he dipped down to kiss your collarbone, working his way up to your lips with featherlight kisses that made you wish you could stay with him forever.

though at this point, everything he did made you wish you could stay with him forever.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispered, eyes scanning every curve and point of your face like a work of art; his work of art, his muse.

he’ll never get tired of that word.

you breathed in deeply, the smell of him practically making you glow like some sort of protection charm; you’d never felt safer than you did with regulus near. you felt untouchable with him, like nothing could ever hurt you.

“what are you doing here?”

lovely.

a grating voice to disrupt your terrible day.

“hey,” severus called. “i’m talking to you.”

you spun around, glaring at the greasy haired boy across from you with as much contempt at you could muster. “piss off, severus!” you shouted; you’d never bit back like this before, but the shocked look on his face was worth it. “really, cornering a younger student in an empty hallway? pretty cowardly, don’t you think?”

before you could debate the consequences of your actions, severus’ hand was gripping your cloaks and you were shoved up against the wall.

“you filthy little—”

just as quick as snapes hands were on you, they’d been torn off, and you scrunched to the ground. regulus shoved him up to the wall opposite you.

“defending your little mudblood, huh?”

“shut your filthy mouth about her or i swear on merlins grave, i will rip every single one of your teeth out and put them on a necklace like a string of fucking pearls,” regulus bit, baring his teeth, an emphasis to the threat. “you got that?”

that night, you ended up in a very similar position to where you were in now; wrapped up in your lovely boyfriends sweater, curled in his arms, and having sweet nothings whispered in your ear.

“y’know, i mean it when i say you are beautiful,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple as he spoke, breath fanning over your face. it tickled, but you didn’t care; you just wanted to hear his voice. “breathtakingly gorgeous, inside and out.”

“really?” you teased, nuzzling your nose further into his chest, arms wrapped around his torso.

“really,” he laughed. “i could stay like this forever.”

you pouted, pulling yourself half on top of him. “but my daft friends just have to get in the way, don’t they?”

you hear a gasp from the doorway.

“did you just call us daft?”

[yootaesowlwrites]

Were You Just... - Lee Dong Wook / Ryu Soo-Yeol

W/C: 6.2K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!

Prompts: “Were you just masturbating?”

Warnings: Smut, pet/nicknames, nudism, mention of masturbating, explicit language, breast stimulation, nipple stimulation, handjob, dirty talk, clit stimulation, fingering, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), somewhat messy sex, aftercare.

18+ Permanent Warning: Reader is on what your preferred use of protection is, aside a condom unless stated otherwise.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

Soo-Yeol makes his way towards the front door, tiredness filling his body. He was ready to take a brief shower before getting into bed with you and cuddling away all the stress from the day. He unlocks the front door and steps inside before shutting the door behind him and dropping his keys onto the table in the hallway.

“Baby?” He calls out, quickly picking up the absence of your presence to greet him. He removes his shoes and makes his way towards the bedroom. “Baby?” The bedroom door was slightly adjured, and he could hear shuffling coming from inside, he pushed the door open. “Baby?” You look up at him, and he quickly notes your chest rising and falling rapidly, and you are pulling at your pants, his eyes move to the bed, and he can see the comforter is messy, and lastly, his eyes move towards your pair of discarded panties and bra laying next to the bed.

“Ryu Soo-Yeol,” You breathe out. He quickly hears that you were trying to catch your breath but trying to hide it, the tiredness that once occupied his body completely leaves him. “Welcome home, baby,” You smile at him as you try your best to compose yourself, only one thought goes through his mind.

“Were you just masturbating?” He bluntly asks. You choke on air at his question and splutter as your mind is suddenly thrown into a mess, you basically could have been caught red-handed at this point. He licks his lips before stepping closer to you, you push your thighs together as you feel your clit twitch. “You couldn’t wait until I was home?”

“I, Soo-Yeol…” You manage to get out before your words die down in your throat as you completely forget what you want to say. He stops in front of you and lifts his hand and places a finger underneath your chin before moving his thumb to your lips, feeling how swollen they were from the amount of times you’ve licked them and bitten down on your lower lip.

“Tssk, shame on you,” He lowly says. Your legs want to give at the sound of his tone. “I was going to shower, but now…” His eyes lower to your lips, and you feel his other hand touch your clothed hip. “Now, I think I should help you out, it doesn’t seem like you finished, did you?” His fingers pull at the fabric of your shirt, bunching it up in his hands, before you feel his knuckles make contact with your hot skin.

“No…” You whisper and swallow. The air was quickly growing thicker, and you could feel sweat quickly growing on your already hot skin, he stretched his fingers, and they slid past the waistband of your pants before you feel his hand slowly sliding lower and his fingers edging closer to your dripping wet pussy, your toes curl against the floor in anticipation.

“Naughty little thing,” He mutters as his fingers reach your folds, they’re instantly coated with your juices that have been spread over your pussy lips. “You’re making such a mess inside your pants,” He slides his fingers back and forth over your folds, collecting more of your juices onto his fingers. “Let’s get rid of them again,” He pulls his hand away from your chin and moves it down to the hem of your shirt before he pulls his other hand from your pants and grips your shirt before pulling it upwards, you lift your arms, letting him remove your shirt. “Much better,” He drops your shirt to the floor and leans closer to you, and places his hands on top of your ribcage, making you feel the warmth of his hands on your skin, you lift your hands and slowly begin working on the buttons of his shirt.

His lips make contact with your skin on the crook of your neck before he slowly slides his hands upwards until he’s firmly cupping your breasts, you could feel your pussy twitch as you feel his finger rubbing circles over your nipple, making you aware of how sensitive your body currently was to touch, your breathing begins deepening more as you reach the final button on his shirt.

“Soo-Yeol…” You breathe out as your lids flutter and your mind slowly spins. You place your hands on his hips, feeling the defined v-line underneath your touch before slowly sliding your hands upwards, feeling the soft ridges of his abs as you slide your hands higher. “Ohh, gosh…” You tilt your head backwards and shut your eyes, you can feel him creating a mark on your skin, and it causes an excitement to go through your body, your pants were going to be so ruined once he finally took them off. You lift your head and lean closer to him while sliding your hands higher until you reach his shoulders, you rub and squeeze them as you push the shirt down from his shoulders, causing the fabric to fall to his elbows before it is stopped from falling any further down. Your nose touches his chest, and you tilt your head slightly to press your lips against his nipple.

“Baby…” He sighs as he pulls away from your neck, he drops one hand from your breast and moves it to your hip, softly digging his fingers into your skin, you part your lips causing the warmth of your breath to blow against him. “Hmmm…” You flick your tongue over his nipple, and you hear him inhaling sharply, you can’t help but smile at the thought of being the cause of making him feel hot and bothered. You slide your tongue along his nipple again, this time slower, you feel his hand squeezing your boob a little harder before the grip loosens, and he takes the bud between his fingers and slowly rolls it. “Feels… so good.”

“Hmm,” You hum in response. You squeeze his shoulders, feeling his muscles tense for a moment before they relax underneath your hold, you wrap your lips around his nipple and start sucking on it, you slide one hand down to his chest and slowly rub your index finger over his other nipple. His cock twitches as it slowly begins growing hard, the temperature in the room was quickly growing thick and hot, and he could feel his skin growing clammy as sweat starts to build up, you tug on his nipple and to him, it almost feels like you had just tugged on his balls, he lets out a low groan before taking in a deep breath.

“Bed…” He mutters. “I need you on the bed,” He releases your nipple and drops his hand down to your hips, you tug on his nipple again before releasing it and lifting your head to look up at him. He turns you towards the bed before making you take a step back and guides you backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed, you instantly sit down, pulling your hands away from his warm skin as you do. His hands release your hips, and you watch as his button-up shirt tumbles to the floor, you can’t help but bite your lip as you let your eyes roam over his torso, taking in everything that is him, he places his hand underneath your chin and slowly raises your head to have you look up at him, you release your lip and swallow before you lift your hands and take hold of his pants and slowly undoes the button before undoing the zipper, you gently tug on the fabric, and it falls down his legs until the fabric pools around his ankles, and he steps out from them before using his foot to kick it aside and out of the way. You lower your gaze to his crotch and see the outline of his cock as it was growing harder and forming a tent in his underwear, you place your hand on top of it and rub your hand up and down slowly. “Shit…” You could feel your juices leaking from you and soaking your pants even further, you slide your hand between his legs and cup his balls through his underwear.

“Feels nice?” You ask and squeeze his balls and watch as he swallows. He pulls his hand away from your chin and leans down, you slowly massage his balls and pick up that his breathing has become heavier, he places his hands on your hips, and before you could fully process what was happening, he slides you higher on the bed before his fingers curl into the fabric of your pants, you release his balls and fall backwards on the mattress as he harshly tugs on your pants, pulling them over your ass and down your legs before tossing them aside once they were fully removed. “Oh,” He places his hands on top of your thighs, and you prop yourself up on your elbows and lift your head to look at him, he lowers down to his knees in front of the bed and slides his hands along your thighs, up towards the crease of your hips, he lowers his head to your legs and places a kiss on the inside of your knee while he slowly rubs small skins on your skin with his thumbs.

“Lift your feet,” He says. You do as he says and bend your legs before placing your feet on top of the mattress, a squelching sound goes through the air as your folds separate, cool air blows against your warm soaked pussy, and you hear a groan come from him. “You’re practically dripping,” He pulls his hands away from your hips and moments later you feel them grip the side of your thighs. “It’s even started covering your thighs,” You feel your insides flip and twist as he slides his hands to the back of your thighs, smearing your juices over your skin. “Fuck…” He pushes one of your legs against you, spreading your folds even further, it felt like your pussy was throbbing, and you needed him to touch it, right now, he releases your other thigh and as if he had read your mind, you feel his fingers touch your folds and slowly trace along them.

“Soo-Yeol…” You breathe out and lower onto the bed, your eyes close as you feel his fingers slide along your folds, collecting your juices onto his fingers as he does. “I want more…” You open your eyes. “My fingers don’t feel the same as yours, they can’t do what yours does…”

“You want them inside you?” He asks. “You want them to stretch and fill you?” You turn your head to the side and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment before opening them.

“Fuck, Soo-Yeol…” You whine, his filthy words having such an effect on you, that you can feel his hair tickling the inside of your knees as his fingers continue to slide up and down. “Yes, y-yes, I do…” You lift your head to look at him. “I do…” He turns his head and kisses the inside of your knee and at the same time he slides his fingers past your folds, fully submerging them in the slickness of your pussy, you drop your head back on the bed as your lips part, and you loudly breathe in and out.

“How sensitive do you think you are?” He asks against your skin, every little thing he did was a turn-on with how sensitive your body was, and he knew it all too well, your breathing was already heavy, and your skin already had droplets of sweat building onto it, his fingers edge closer to your bundle of nerves which was making you suck in your stomach in anticipation.

“Soo-Yeeeooollll,” You whine as his fingers make contact with your clit, he chuckles against your skin and moves his head along your thigh, pausing once he was at your mid-thigh, he slowly circles his fingers over your clit which makes you lift your hips off the bed, trying to get more friction from him, you could feel the duvet sticking to your back from the amount of sweat on your skin. “Goshhh, Soo-Yeol…” You turn your head to the side and slide your hands along the duvet before gripping onto it, you could hear your juices squelching loudly as they were moving around.

“Do you hear that, sweetheart?” He asks. He slides his fingers away from your clit, and you slowly lower your hips back onto the bed, but your legs stay tensed as his fingers get closer to your dripping hole. “So filthy of you,” He shifts his hips as he feels his cock push against the bed where he knelt, you turn your head and lift it to look at him, his dark eyes stare at you from between your legs, and you could see the hunger, the need, swirling in them, his fingers reach your entrance, and you feel two digits sliding inside you. “Fuck, they just slide right in,” You feel your walls lightly stretch around his fingers. “Bet I could just slide right in, don’t you think so?” You groan at his filthy words and let your head drop back onto the mattress, you reach down with one hand and reach for his hair, you run your fingers through his hair before curling them into his locks.

“Fuck I-I do…” You manage to say. He turns his fingers inside you before slowly pulling them out until just the tips remain inside you, your back briefly arch as you feel his thumb make contact with your clit. “Soo-Yeol,” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you said his name. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fall shut, his fingers slide back inside you and at the same time his thumb rubs your clit, you can feel your insides forming into a knot as your high begin building, and you knew you were going to come undone fast with how close you got just before Soo-Yoel got home, to say you were frustrated that you had been interrupted was an understatement, but right now as you felt a fire going through your veins as he touches you, you couldn’t care about being interrupted earlier, not with how your mind was spinning right now. His fingers pump in and out of you while his thumb rubs your clit, specs of dust were starting to form behind your lids, and you could feel a hot tingling sensation quickly making its way along your legs.

“Soo-Yeol… Soo-Yeol…” You turn your head from side to side as you feel pleasure slowly starting to take over, you feel his lips move against your thigh, but you’re not completely sure what he’s doing, the sound of your heart hammering in your chest is loud in your ears, his fingers slide out of you, and you feel a third digit entering you, stretching your walls more around his fingers, your toes curl into the duvet and your body tenses as the knot inside you tightens, he turns and curls his fingers inside you which causes the knot inside you to come undone and stars to burst behind your eyelids making your body feel light. “Soo-Yeol!” You pull at the duvet as your high crashes into you, your body shakes in ecstasy as the orgasm you tried to give yourself finally goes through you, and fuck, it felt so good, you couldn’t hear a sound as you were going through your high, like the world had disappeared into nothingness for those few moments. “Soo-Yeol!” But Soo-Yeol could hear your cries for him and loved every moment of it, knowing you were crying out in pleasure for him, because of him, his fingers skilfully moved in and out of you while his thumb continued to stimulate your clit, getting you through your high.

The sight of you coming undone was something that had his mind spinning, you were so vulnerable in front of him, and he loved it. The stars behind your lids were slowly fading away, and your body slowly grows calmer as your high subsides, his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, making sure to get you through the final few aftershocks of your high, you open your eyes and blink several times to get used to the light before lifting your head to look at him, it feels like a shock wave to your insides as he pulls his fingers from you, he presses them against you and slides them along your pussy before pressing them against your bundle of nerves, you swallow as you catch sight of the mark, or a few marks that have been left behind on your inner thigh.

Fuck, was that what he was doing?

He slowly and gently lowers your leg that he had pushed up against you down to the mattress and shifts slightly, he could feel his cock pressing against the bed, fully hard now, he pulls his hand away from your pussy and presses his hands into the mattress and lifts himself from the ground, he slides his hands along the mattress as he moves to hover over you, his eyes were dark and hungry, lust clouded them and strands of hair loosely hanged in front of them, you could feel your pussy twitch at the sight of him above you, he was enough to make you fully lose your mind, you tug on his hair that you were still gripping onto and pull him down, crashing your lips against his in a hot messy kiss, he presses his hips against yours, and you could feel his cock push up against your folds through the fabric of his underwear and rub between your folds.

“Hmm, hmm,” You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss which allowed him to slip his tongue inside your mouth and explore almost every inch of it before settling his tongue against yours, he grinds his hips against yours, rubbing himself against you and feeling your juices quickly seep through the fabric and surround his cock.

“Hmm, hmm,” He moans into your mouth as you suck on his tongue. The friction on his cock was making his breathing heavier and his mind was starting to go into overdrive with the warm wet feeling around his cock. “Hmm,” He pulls back from the kiss, causing silver strings of saliva to break off and stick to your lips and chin. “Fuck, I’m going to cum like this before I even get a chance to be inside you,” He pushes himself from the bed, and you release his hair as he does, you hear some rustling as he pushes his underwear down, and you suck in a deep breath before pushing yourself to sit upright, you quickly find yourself almost face first against his crotch with how close he was.

“Oh,” You breathe out but quickly regain your composure and reach up and wrap your hand around the tip of his cock, he inhales sharply as he feels the warmth of your hand engulf him, the tip glistened with his pre-cum as it slowly leaks from him while the length of his cock was moist with your juices, you slide your thumb over his slit, collecting his pre-cum onto your finger before circling the tip with it.

“Fuck, honey…” He whispers. You slide your hand along his length, leaving a trail of his pre-cum along his cock as you do, you part your lips and exhale, letting your breath hit his cock, which causes his muscles to pull at the sensation that went through him, you twist and turn your hand around his cock before sliding it back to the tip. “You’re being such a tease,” He mutters and reaches for the back of your head and holds onto it, you collect more of his pre-cum and coat the tip of his cock with his juices. “Why don’t you use some of yours, you have enough that’s making a mess on our bed,” You lick your lips as you feel your juices move between your asscheeks before it soaks into the duvet and mattress beneath you.

“If you insist,” You say and release his cock. He lets out a groan at the loss of warmth from your hand but watches as you slide three fingers between your folds, collecting your juices onto them, his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he breathes in heavily, you lift your hand into his sight before you wrap your fingers around him, causing a squelching sound to go through the air as your juices are squished against his cock.

“Fuuck,” He couldn’t help but groan. You spread your juices along his length causing squelching sounds to fill the room as you slide your hand up and down along his cock, his grip on the back of your head tightens as you’re giving attention o his cock, you lift your other hand and watch as his body tense as you cup his balls. “Shit…” Your fingers slowly knead into them, adding to the feeling and sensation already going through his body and mind, his lids flutter as he tries to keep himself grounded long enough to feel everything you’re doing to him.

“You look so hot when I’m touching you,” You couldn’t help but say, a layer of sweat coated his skin and his hair was starting to stick to his skin and forehead. “It must feel so good,” He lowers his head to look at you and licks his lips.

“It does…” He trails off for a moment. “I want to feel how your pussy feels around me,” Your hand falters for a moment, and he quickly picks up on it. “Lay back for me, baby,” He releases the back of your head, you lick your lips and slowly release his cock and balls before you lay back on the bed.

“Should I move?” You softly ask as you stare up at him.

“No, no, just lift your feet for me,” He instructs. You lift your feet and place his hands on top of your legs and slide them along your legs. “Perfect,” His hands reach your hips, and you feel his grip on them, almost out of instinct you wrap your legs around his waist and hook your ankles behind him, he lifts your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed until his cock was nestled between your folds, your upper back was against the bed while your lower back was raised in the air as he held your hips. “Fuck, you’re just so pretty like this for me,” He slides one hand onto your ass and digs his fingers into the soft flesh before he moves his other hand to his cock, he wraps his hand around it and slides it along your pussy until the tip reaches your entrance, and he pushes himself inside you, he releases his cock and moves his hand back to your hip to keep your lower body lifted, a sloshing sound goes through the air as his cock slides inside you, stretching your walls and filling you.

“Ohh, fucking, Soo-Yeol… shit, ohh, my gosh,” You moan as you feel him filling you so deliciously, just like you had imagined earlier when you were touching yourself. You stare up at him as you’re breathing in deeply, and you swore you could see a slight bump pushing through from your abdomen, he pauses once he was fully buried inside you and takes a moment to feel your warm walls squeezing around his cock, which was making his mind spin.

“Fuck, it always feels so good,” He says. He slowly pulls his hips back before rolling them forward, his cock sliding in and out of you as he picks up the rhythm. “Fucking hell…” He drops his head back as he takes a minute to take in the sensation and emotions going through his entire being, your eyes move between his neck as he swallows and moans loudly and your lower body, unsure if you were really seeing his cock pushing against your abdomen. “So… fucking… good,” You could feel your insides pulling into a knot as your high began building again, you dig your heels into his lower back as a tingling sensation begins moving from the tips of your toes and up your legs.

“Soo-Yeol!” You cry out and grip the duvet, twisting it between your fingers and tugging on it, he lifts his head and looks at you, watching your body squirm with pleasure, the sound of your wetness moving fills the room along with the sounds of yours and his moans that bounced off the walls. “Ohh, my fucking… Soo-Yeol!” You could hear your heart drumming inside your ears as you were getting closer to a release, you were still so sensitive, and your body was reacting to everything you were feeling, and he was doing, your entire body felt like it was on fire, especially the back your legs as you were holding onto his waist for dear life with them, you push your head against the mattress as you feel your insides tightening.

“Fuck, fuck,” Your legs were shaking from tiredness, and you shut your eyes as you force yourself to keep your grip around his waist, specs of dust starts to form behind them only for him to stop all his movements. Your eyes fly wide as you feel your high dying out, you lift your head to look at him as you breathe in and out rapidly. “No, no, noooo, why’d you stooopp?” Your words sounded rushed, and the desperation was clear in them, his hands slide along your sides as he leans over you, he moves his hands underneath your upper back before pulling you up against him, you pull at the duvet before releasing it as he stands upright causing his cock to shift inside you. “Soo-Yeeeoolll!”

“Let me move, let’s change positions quickly,” He says. His chin was against your shoulder and his low voice was right next to your ear, your walls clench around his cock, earning a grunt from him as he turns around, he sits down on the bed, and you unwrap your legs from around him and position your knees on the mattress before he lays down, pulling you down with him as he lays back. “Ride me,” He slides one hand from your upper back to the back of your head, caressing it as he says those words. “Ride me, honey,” You press your hands against the mattress next to his head before slowly rolling your hips against him, getting used to the new angle he was hitting inside you, you could feel your clit rubbing against his pubic bone as you rolled your hips against him.

“Soo-Yeol…” You breathe out. Your mind felt dizzy from the pleasure coursing through your body, and you weren’t sure if you could keep up your pace if you fully started riding him, his other hand slid down your spine, and the tips of his fingers felt feather-like against your skin as he moves his hand lower until it reaches the small of your back.

“Show me how desperate you are for me,” He says. “Or were you not that desperate when you touched yourself?” You swallow and slowly push yourself upwards until you were sitting upright, his cock shifts inside you again, and it felt like you can come undone right then and there, his hand falls away from the back of your head, and he places it on top of your thigh. “Go ahead, don’t hold back,” You lift your hands from the mattress and move them to his chest, you gently press down against it which causes your arms to push your breasts together as you do, his eyes drop to your chest for a moment before they fall to where you were both connected to each other, you lift your hips, letting his cock slide out until just the tip remains inside you, he swallows as he watches his cock glisten with your juices. “Fuck…” You lower your hips and his cock fills you to the brim, which causes his lids to flutter at the feeling. “Honey… fuck, that feels so good,” You pick up the pace and the sound of your juices quickly fills the room along with your breathy moans and his low grunts and groans.

“Soo-Yeol… oh gosh, oh my gosh…” You moan as your toes curl, and you feel the sensation of your high returning and growing inside you.

“Just like that, fuck you’re doing so good, fuck,” He groans out. His hand on your thigh squeezes down on it before he slides his hand up and down. “Fuck, you really were so desperate for me,” Your lips part as you begin breathing through your mouth, your legs burned even more from the movement, but you tried to ignore it as you were getting closer to your release. “Are you close? Do you need some extra help?” His hand slides higher up your thigh and within moments you feel his fingers sliding along your folds, so damn close to your clit, you rapidly nod your head, hoping he would take it as your answer. “Use your words,” But of course he doesn’t, you could barely form a sentence in your own mind, how were you going to verbally form one for him.

“I… I…. Y-yes,” You stutter out. “Y-yes, yes,” He hums at your response before sliding his fingers closer to your clit, your back arches as the pads of his fingers make contact with the bundle of nerves, and you feel your insides tightening more. “Soo-Yeol!” You cry out as you try and move yourself faster on top of him, trying to get yourself to the edge as quickly as possible with how good everything felt, your emotions felt heightened, and your body felt extra sensitive, every single touch was adding to the pleasure. “Soo-Yeol, Soo-Yeol!” Your legs burned as you continue to move on top of him, and you were getting closer and closer as he continues to rub your clit, your eyes shut, and a hot tingling sensation goes along your spine, you feel him take your clit between his fingers and roll the nub between them and within moments stars explode behind your lids, and it feels like you’re floating as your high crashes down onto you. “Soo-Yeol!” You try to keep your pace going, but you know you are slowing down as your high courses through you, his hand on the small of your back slides to your hip and starts guiding you over him, helping you move and guide you through your high.

“Keep going, baby, keep it up,” He says. He could feel his balls begin to tighten as his high was starting to build. “You look so pretty when you’re making a mess around me,” You dig your fingers into his chest as if you were trying to grab onto the ecstasy feeling going through you, you were leaving red streak marks behind on his skin as your high was starting to fade away, you were breathing hard, and you were growing tired, but you knew he still hadn’t reached his peak, and you wanted to him to fill you with his load until it dripped from you.

“Soo-Yeol… I… I’m, my legs…” Those were the only words you managed to get out, your mind felt mushy as you were slowly rolling your hips against his, trying to go faster. “Fire… burning,” Your body shakes on top of him as he continues to roll your clit between his fingers, you could feel another knot forming inside you again. He could feel your juices rolling down his balls as you leak from around his cock, the feeling of your warm wet juices coating his balls was causing a frenzy in his mind, he needed you to cum one more time before or as he filled you with his load, he releases your clit and wraps his arms around you and pulls you down on top of him, your arms easily collapse with how tired they were, you feel your world spin and moments later you find yourself on your back and him on top of you.

“One more, just one more,” He says and pulls his hips back, he slides his hands down your sides before taking hold of your hips and lifting them from the bed slightly, he thrust forward, slamming himself back inside you, your back arches as his cock hits from a different angle, hitting all the right spots instantly. “Fuck…” Your walls pulse around him with each thrust into you. “Squeezing me so fucking good,” The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, you grip onto the duvet and twist your fingers into the fabric, pulling at the duvet as you feel your high approaching at a rapid pace, you turn your head from side to side while your upper body almost turns sideways as your muscles tighten.

“Soo-Yeoolll!” You cry out as your toes curl with pleasure, your pussy feels overly sensitive, and it feels like your clit had gained a second heartbeat. “Soo-Yeol!” You push your upper back against the mattress as a hot pleasure shoots through your legs and the knot inside you comes undone and a third high crashes into you, you barely feel his hips stuttering and his thrusts becoming uneven as you go through your high, his hands hold tightly onto your hips.

“Fuck, so good…” He moans. He sounded out of breath as he was starting to chase after his own high, your juices were splattering onto your inner thighs and the top of his thighs as he thrusts in and out of you, grunts fall from his lips with each movement, and he was getting closer and his mind was getting hazier, the tip of his cock felt like it had gained a heartbeat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He shuts his eyes and throws his head back, his balls tighten and with one last harsh thrust the tension inside him snaps and his high crashes into him, his load spills into you, filling you before it leaks from around his cock. Your high slowly dies down, and you feel his load filling you while he rocks his hips against you, easing himself through his high, your walls pulse around him, helping him through his high and squeezing every last drop from him, you open your eyes, blinking several times before looking up at him, watching as his jaw is slacked, and he’s moaning your name loudly.

Beads of sweat roll down his neck and chest, the sight was pure sin for you, his grip on your hips loosens as his energy begins to deflate, and you begin to roll your hips to match his movement, helping him through the aftershocks of his high, he lifts his head and slowly opens his eyes halfway to look down at you, satisfaction fills them and the tension that was in his body slowly disappears, his movements stop, and he stays inside you for a moment. Silence fills the room as you both try and catch your breath, you could feel your heartbeat slowing down and your body beginning to cool off, once he caught his breath, and he slowly lowers your hips down to the mattress which causes his cock to slide out from you.

“Hmmpf,” You whimper at the feeling of his cock shifting inside you before it slips out from you fully, strings of cum break off from his cock and your pussy as he moves away from you.

“That was so good…” He says, as he lays down next to you, you turn your head in his direction. “It’s always good, always,” He turns his head towards you. “I would have liked it if you could have waited for me,” You bite the inside of your cheeks before releasing them as a smile grows on your lips.

“It’s hard to wait for you when I remember all the things you can do to me and make me feel,” You say. “If you didn’t announce yourself, you would have found me with my fingers buried deep inside me,” He shuts his eyes and lets out a groan as he pictures the moment, maybe he shouldn’t announce himself in the future and just catch you red-handed in the act. “How are you feeling?” You ask as you turn your body slightly towards him, you feel your juices shift between your folds as you press your legs together, you feel the mixture of his cum and yours leak from you and making a bigger mess between your thighs, and making your insides tighten for a second, you place a hand on his chest and slide your fingers along the red marks you had left behind. “How was work? Tell me about your day,” He takes in a deep breath before opening his eyes, you can feel the sweat on your body becoming sticky as it begins to dry, and the room is growing colder as the heated moment between you both fades away. “Wait, tell me about it over a long shower.”

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michigan maize | ee73

ethan edwards x reader!

more loosely based song fics!! this one is tennessee orange by megan moroney

thank you guys so so much for all the love and support on forever and ever!!! y’all seriously don’t understand how much it means to me!! i love every single one of you <33

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“hi munchkin! how are you doing?” my mothers honey-like voice filled my ears as she answered my call.

oh god, i'm really doing this.

“hi mama” i smiled even though she couldn’t see me “im good”

“i've got some news” i said nervously, clenching the comforter of my bed in my fist.

“oh honey is everything alright?” her slight chicago accent peaking through.

“dont worry im doing okay, just please dont tell dad?” i pleaded with my mother.

“y/n did something happen?” she asked worriedly.

“yes mama. he’ll blow a fuse if he found out” my father wasn’t big on me going to the umich. being the coach of msu hockey, he wanted me to go there.

but when i received an amazing scholarship to play lacrosse, i had to take it.

the first thing he told me when i left for school was “don't run off with any of those hockey boys y/n, they are very bad news.”

well, he’s clearly never met ethan.

“i know you raised me to know right from wrong, but god he makes it so hard” i chuckle “he?” my mother questions.

“i met somebody mama, hes brunette, and he's got these big brown eyes, and he opens the door for me everywhere i go!” 

ethan and y/n go on small date’s every wednesday night. its an awkward time for some, but for them, its the only time in their busy schedules that they can be together.

today, their date night was dressing up super fancy (as barbie and ken of course) seeing the barbie movie, and eating at a small diner a few blocks from the movie theater.

ethan had planned out the entire thing and the couple had a blast. once ethan had driven her back to her on campus apartment, she thanked the older boy, kissed him goodbye and began to exit the car.

“WAIT” ethan yelled. he jumped up out of the drivers seat, exiting the car and running around to open his girlfriend’s car door. “ok now you can go” he smiled

the small action made the girl melt like a snowman in summer. the defenseman than sprinted to the main door of her apartment complex, opening that for her as well.

“m’lady” he held out a hand as y/n walked through the door a blushing mess. he than took her hand in his, interlocking their fingers, leading her up to her apartment.

though the action was so little, it made her fall in love with him more and more every day.

“he just makes me so happy! hes like perfectly perfect! god! i've never felt this way mama!” i ramble.

“hun” my mother chuckles. “whats his name?” i then realize i left out the most important part “ethan! ethan edwards! mama you would love him” i smiled.

“but back home id be sinning” the smile fades slightly from my face. “why is that dear?” it seems as though she could hear what was going though my mind.

“mama, hes got me wearing maize and blue for him” i sarcastically laughed. 

“you should come to my game tomorrow” ethan said, running his hands through the ends of the y/h/c girls hair.

“the boys would love to see you, plus i get to have my own little good luck charm in the stands” the boy smiled like a small child at the girl laying on his chest.

“really?” she looked up at the brown haired boy with big doe eyes. “yes really” he grinned.

“here” he moved the smaller girl off of his chest to stand up from his bed.

he rummages through his closet, looking for a specific item of clothing.

suddenly a large yellow piece of fabric is thrown at her “you can even wear my jersey” he smiles.

the girl holds it up a large ‘edwards 73’ stares at her. “you know what e? i think i will”

“oh hes an athlete?” my mom says, surprised.

“yeah hekindasortamaybeplayshockey” i rush out, nervous of what my mother would say.

“im gonna need you to slow down y/n/n” she chuckles

“he plays hockey mama. he had me wearing his jersey at a msu game! of course i want the spartans to win but still! his smile! oh his smile! it makes me forget i look better in green!” i gush about my boyfriend.

“so thats why you didnt want your father to know” my mom teases, clearly finding enjoyment in this entire situation.

“oh please forgive me mama, i like him a lot” i beg “oh i think its a lot more than like sweetheart” my mom says. “what?”

“oh honey you are head over heels for ethan” she laughs “i've known for ten minutes and i can tell” 

“oh god im in love with a wolverine!” i exclaim.

“babygirl its ok! the worlds not gonna end! growing up in chicago i said i would never date a red wings fan, guess what? i married one!” she laughs.

“so you’re not mad?” i asked hesitantly.

“of course not y/n! its my job as your mother to always be supportive of you” i could tell she was smiling though the phone.

i talked with my mother for a while longer about random stuff for about another half hour. “mama i have to go, ethan should be here in a few minutes” i say.

“alright sweetie, invite him home would ya?” my mother asks. “of course mama, i love you” “i love you too sweet girl, bye bye”

i clean things up for about ten minutes when i hear a knock at my apartment door.

“you can come in e!” i shout. “ok!” he shouts back before walking in.

i put the last few dishes in the cabinet when i feel two muscular arms snake around my waist and a face bury into the crook of my neck.

“hi baby” he mumbles, tightening his hold on my waist.

“hi e” i giggled. “guess what i did today” i added.

“hmm climbed mount everest?” “nope” “slayed a dragon?” “nope” “killed someone?” “god no!”

“i told my mom about us” i smiled. ethans parents have known for a few weeks now about us, but he didnt wanna push me to tell mine. he wanted me to be comfortable with doing it myself.

ethan spins me around, his hands steading my hips. “you did?” he smiles.

“i did” i mirror his smile. the much larger boy then pulls me into the tightest hug possible.

“im so proud of you baby” he says, kissing the crown of my head.

“i have a question though” i place my chin on his sternum so im looking up at ethan. “whats up love?”

“what are you doing for spring break?”

[marvelous-slut]

Bad Girlfriend - Happy Lowman x reader

Y’all. I’m back. I’m rewatching sons and I can’t contain myself. I LOVE THIS MAN. And I love ALL OF YOU. Life’s been busy, haven’t wrote in months but I come back to see the love y’all have given me even tho I’ve been MIA? Y’all are AWESOME. Thank you guys from the bottom of my heart. Hopefully these can be a regular thing.

Trigger Warnings - minors DNI. Go far away. Smut. Angry sex. Cheating. Wrote this on my iPhone notes and didn’t proof read it the best, sue me.

“Hales a lucky bastard. I mean look, how’s a woman with such a nice rack with a guy like him? Total dork. Must be for some kind of show. Has to be.” Tig says as he thinks Happy heard all his words. Happy stopped listening after the first sentence. He turns to Tig, confusion plastered all over his face.

“What?”

“You know, it’s just weird seeing a hot chick with a nerd.”

“No, the first part.” Happy says, getting annoyed with Tig.

“Oh! Hale, yeah? That’s Hales old lady, Unsers niece, well more like a daughter he raised her, and you’re not listening.” He finishes as Happy stands up to go confront you. He wasn’t one to let emotions get the best of him, but when a taken woman was basically throwing herself onto him every time she saw him, he needed to know what was going on. Teach her a lesson.

You say with Jax, Clay and Unser. You’d went with Unser to make sure he was okay, the man practically raised you. It was hard watching cancer rip him away. There was more to it, you enjoyed being around the club. It gave you a thrill, watching these men and their old ladies, watching how they destroyed anything that dared step in the way of them and their women, them and their brother hood.

Truth is, it was easier being with David. It made things smooth, he was a nice guy, Unser cared for him. There was just something that didn’t do it for you with him, you couldn’t tell if it was the vanilla sex, or the rumors you’d kept hearing about him eating some ATF woman’s pussy on the clock. Either way, running from chaos never worked for you, and that was evident with the familiar face of Happy Lowman come to you and grabbed your arm away from the group as they were conversing among themselves. Happy had become someone in the MC you enjoyed, you liked the way he carried himself. How people were afraid to even look at him the wrong way. The way his gun hung off his hip. He was everything that your boyfriend was not and it drove you insane. He drug you to his room despite your protest, he gets you inside and shuts the door locking it behind him.

“What is this about?” You ask, confused as to why you’d been drug away.

“What are you doing? Trying to get intel out of me.” He backs you against the wall, his face inches away from yours. “Come in here flaunting your shit all over me, whole time you have an old man at home? A cop none the less.”

“It’s not like that.” You begin, Happy chuckles and pushes into you further. The two of your bodies no longer having any room in between.

“Tell me what it’s like then? Cop not get the job done for you?” You feel your skin crawling, in the best way possible. Also, a little fear crept in. As much as you liked Happy and seeing him, you knew he was dangerous.

“He doesn’t.” You let out softly, he grabs your face and places his lips onto yours harshly. Almost as if he’d needed this like you did. He pulls you back from the wall and lays you down on his bed instead.

Happy knew he had you right where he wanted you, and right where you wanted him. He spreads your legs as far as they will go, he’s on his knees in-between them. His hands go to your thighs, under you dress. He finds your entrance covered by a wet laced fabric. He runs his fingers up and down the sorry excuse of fabric that covered your wet folds. You moan softly, he pushes them to the side and shoves a finger into you with no warning. You arch your back, hoping he’d get the hint to add another finger. His finger is covered with your wetness.

“Happy.” You moan out, leaning your head up to make eye contact with him. He’s still in his kutte which makes your pussy pulse even more for him.

“Beg.” He lets out, moving his finger slowly in and out of you. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to give me more, fuck me with your fingers.” You keep eye contact with him, he still hasn’t moved any faster or added any digits. You sigh, throwing your head back. “Finger fuck me, please Happy. Please, I’m begging you.” He is a bit more satisfied with this response as he adds another finger, pushes himself over top of you, keeping his fingers inside you. He’s hovering over you now, a hand in your hair tugging it lightly. You moan, closing your eyes. The pleasure from his fingers was enough and he knew that, he pushed you to your limit and then he stops.

“I don’t think cheating whores deserve to cum.” He says, licking his fingers as he keeps eye contact with you. You’re desperate now, you grab him by his Kutte, slamming your lips onto his like a greedy bitch. You move your hands down to his belt, undoing it as you pull away to kiss his neck.

“Maybe I don’t, but you do.” You whisper to him, he feels the heat from your mouth on his ear. He pushes you back onto the bed, ripping your dress over your head, leaving you exposed to the cold air. He rips his shirt off, then his jeans and boxers all in one motion. He slams his cock into you with no warning, you let out a moan as he begins pumping himself in and out of you. You feel like you’re being fucked into his mattress. You gasp loudly as he begins rubbing your clit, you felt fuzzy in the brain. You couldn’t believe you were doing this to yourself, to Happy, to David? You reach a hand up to cover your mouth as the pleasure of him drilling inside of you is becoming harder to contain. He rips your hands away, pinning them above your head as he continues ramming into you.

“No. You don’t get to be quiet. I want everyone to know what’s happening. I want them to know I’m fucking Hales old lady. Making you take me, what do you think he’d think? A dirty biker fucking his innocent girlfriend?” He asks, his face is driving you crazy, he has his eyes shut head tilted to the ceiling enjoying this moment too much.

“Oh my god Happy.” You scream out loud enough anyone around could hear. “Fuck. Fuck.” You moan out, your arms still pinned above your head. He bends down, licking the side of your neck, biting it softly yet rough enough it would leave a mark. “Oh god Happy. I can’t ever get off with him. Please let me cum. Please.” You plead with him, sadly what you told Happy wasn’t a lie at all. Most times it was a 7 minute fuck and a fake orgasm to get David off of you.

“Not surprising. You need a real man to do that.” He finally lets go of your hands, moving one of his to your throat grasping it gently. He moves the other back to your clit, giving you chills all over your body. “Good thing you’ve got me inside of you right now. Good thing you can obey like a good girl too.” With the final words, you feel your eyes roll back in your head. You arch your back, bracing yourself for the first orgasm you’d had with a man and not a toy or your own fingers in years.

“God damn it.” You scream out, feeling yourself release around him. You feel your face flush, he notices and it’s enough to send him over as well. “Fuck.” He mutters, releasing himself into you. You lay there on his bed, feeling light headed from the mind blowing orgasm you just received. Happy stands up, cleaning himself up. He throws your clothes onto the bed.

“May want to clean up before you go back to your old man.” With that, he throws on a shirt and leaves the room. You lay back on the bed looking at the ceiling, realizing what has been done can’t be undone.

The chaos you tried to avoid would ensue before you knew it.

[frudoo]

A hint of Dark!Gaz 🤭

Y’all let me know if I should make a full fic 🫶

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, mentions of smut, manipulation. MDNI.

Chapter one here!

You never thought you’d see the day—especially not like this, with your husband on his knees, pleading for you to listen. Begging for a chance to explain himself, hot, pathetic tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. You lean down to his level, cupping his red face in your hands and cooing down at him. You even let him make love to you that night, crying above you, sloppily thrusting into your spit-slick cunt and pressing artificial kisses all over your face. You let him think that all is forgiven, but your finger’s already on the trigger.

As your cheating husband sleeps, you place your wedding ring on his nightstand and pack a small bag of your favorite clothes and personal belongings. You don’t allow yourself to cry, not yet, not until your car is parked in the driveway of your best friend’s house and he’s ushering you inside with large, strong arms.

Kyle throws your bag onto the coffee table and coaxes you to sit beside him on the couch, furrowed eyebrows suggesting that you’ve got his undivided attention. He lets you sob on his shoulder, your tears soaking through the fabric of his shirt—in fact, let him take that pesky old rag off so it’s more comfortable for the both of you. But then you lay your head in his lap and your snot gets on his sweatpants, so he’ll have to take those off, too. He’s just looking out for you, dove, surely you don’t want to rest in your own mess?

When you just can’t stop the tears from flowing, Kyle pulls you into his arms and carries you up to his bedroom. It’ll be much more comfortable, he promises, he just can’t stand the thought of your back hurting from that uncomfortable sofa.

He doesn’t seem to care much about your back when he’s blowing it out, though, new tears of ecstasy staining his satin pillowcases as he rubs your hips soothingly (like that’ll excuse the way his cock is tearing you apart at the seams). Oh, but the way he presses such sweet kisses to your neck and face, telling you that your husband never deserved such a sweet thing like you. How could you not believe him?

Of course, Kyle would never tell you that he’s the one who introduced the girl to your husband.

[wwestrang-fan]

Something different pt 3

jey uso x oc reader

warning : a little bit of angst insecurity bit of age gap scars

Jey was in his locker room, putting on his clothes and getting ready to leave the area. Just then, Sami walked in and asked, "Hey Jey, you ready?"

"Yeah, let’s go," Jey replied, exiting the locker room and heading toward the car.

"You want to drive?" Sami asked as they reached the car.

"Nah, I'm good," Jey said, getting into the passenger seat.

During the car ride, Jey took out his phone and started texting Lola, a smile spreading across his face as he read her messages. Sami, sitting in the driver’s seat, noticed Jey's distracted expression.

"What’s got you smiling like that?" Sami asked, a curious look on his face.

Jey glanced up at Sami with a playful smirk. "Someone you don’t need to know about," he replied, returning his focus to the screen, the excitement of the conversation with Lola brightening his mood.

When Jey and Sami entered the hotel, the lobby buzzed with activity, the sound of chatter filling the air. Travelers and guests hurried past, creating a lively atmosphere.

Sami turned to Jey and said, "I'm going to get the keys."

"Okay, I'll wait for you by the elevator," Jey replied, giving a nod as he headed toward the elevator. He leaned against the door, his mind still drifting to Lola and their conversation.

After a moment, he glanced up to see Sami approaching him, a grin on his face as he held out the key cards. "Got it! Room 302," Sami announced.

"Nice! Let's get settled," Jey said, pushing himself off the wall and pressing the elevator button. The doors slid open, and they stepped inside.

When Sami and Jey walked into the room, they dropped their bags up.

"I'm going to take a shower real quick," Sami said, grabbing some clothes and heading to the bathroom.

Jey lay down on the bed, sinking into the soft mattress. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his messages until he found Lola's contact. He hesitated for a moment, thumb hovering over the screen, before typing out a quick message,"Hey Just got to the hotel. How was your flight?

"It was good I just got back to my apartment," Lola replied. Jey couldn’t help but smile at her quick response, feeling the flutter of anticipation grow. They continued texting back and forth, sharing snippets of their day, and he appreciated how easily they connected, even over screens.

Moments later, he heard the sound of water turning off, followed by the bathroom door creaking open. "Did you leave any hot water for me?" Jey asked

Sami emerged, a towel draped around his neck and droplets of water still clinging to his hair, grinning. "You know I always hog it but I might have left a little for you."

Rolling his eyes, Jey shot back, "Great. I'm so excited."

Sami laughed at jey and tossed him a fresh towel. "Get in there we’ve got plans tonight.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going" Jey replied, shaking his towel like he was swatting away Sami's silliness. He headed toward the bathroom, turning the water on and letting the steam fill the room. As the warmth enveloped him, he couldn’t stop thinking about Lola.

Jey finished up in the bathroom, feeling refreshed. As he walked out, he spotted Sami putting on his jacket.

"You ready?" Sami asked, glancing over at Jey.

"Yeah," Jey replied with a nod, he grabbed his own jacket from the chair and quickly slipped it on, feeling the fabric hug him comfortably.

As they walked out of the room, heading to the lobby.

When Jey and Sami walked into the lobby, Jey suddenly spotted a familiar group gathered near the entrance.

"Jimmy! Naomi! Cody! Damian! Rhea!" Jey said, walking towards them.

Cody turned, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Hey, y’all! Glad to see you!" he called out, his arms open for a welcoming hug.

Jey started exchanging hugs and high-fives with each of them. "I didn’t know you guys were coming" he said.

"We decided last minute," Naomi chimed in.

Rhea, nudged Sami with her elbow. "So, what's the plan?"

"I were thinking about grabbing some drinks first, maybe hit up a restaurant later," Sami suggested.

"Sounds perfect," Cody said, clapping his hands together. "Let’s start with drinks then

The group began to head out of the hotel, laughter and chatter filling the air as they made their way to the bar.

As they made their way into the bar, the group found a large wooden table surrounded by comfortable stools. The atmosphere was lively, with music playing softly in the background and laughter ringing out from neighboring tables. They settled in, excited chatter filling the space around them.

Just as they were getting comfortable, waitress approached their table, her notepad ready. "Hey there what can I get you all to drink tonight?" she asked with a warm smile.The group looked through the menu of drinks.

“I’ll have a mojito!” Sami called, leaning back with a relaxed grin.

“I'll in take a whiskey sour,” Damian said.

“What do you recommend?”. Cody asked looking at everyone

“Definitely a Moscow Mule!” Rhea said, to Cody before turning to the waitress. “And I’d like a bloody Mary please”

“Okay, I’ll take that,” Cody decided, nodding towards Rhea’s suggestion.

The waitress nodded enthusiastically, jotting down their orders. “Great choices! And how about you guys?” she asked Jey jimmy and Naomi, directing her attention to him.

Jey thought for a moment. “I’ll take a piña colada,” he said.

As the waitress scribbled down their orders, Jimmy leaned over to Naomi, who was sitting next to him at the table. “And we take the same,” he said with a playful smile.

Naomi laughed, why, are you trying to get me to try piña colada, huh? What if I don't like it?”

Jimmy faked shock inspiration. Impossible! It’s good you’ll like it.

“Alright, I'll try it,” Naomi replied, i’ll take a piña colada too

“Perfect I’ll be back with your drinks in just a moment,” she said cheerfully before making her way back to the bar.

As they settled into their seats, the lively chatter resumed. Jey felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He took it out and saw that Lola had texted him. A smile spread across his face as they exchanged a few messages. Just then, the waitress returned and placed the drinks on the table.

“Who are you texting over there?” Sami teased, noticing Jey’s grin.

“Uh, no one,” Jey replied, trying to keep his cool.

“Really? The way you're smiling doesn’t seem like ‘no one,’” Rhea said, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Just then, the waitress returned, expertly balancing their drinks on a tray. She placed the mojito, whiskey sour, Moscow Mule, mango margarita, and a piña colada on the table with a flourish. “Here you go! Enjoy!” she said with a bright smile.

“Wow, these look so good!” Sami said grabbing the larger glass.

“Let's drink!” Rhea added, taking a big sip of her bloody Mary.

"Jey took a moment to glance at the screen of his phone, where a new message from Lola awaited him. His heart raced again, excitement brewing as he opened the text and continued their banter, feeling invigorated by the playful connection.

The drinks flowed, and laughter echoed around their table.

"Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom. I'll be right back," Jey said, standing up and making his way through the lively crowd. After he finished in the bathroom, he walked out and made his way back to the table, sliding into his seat.

“So, who’s Lo?” Cody asked, a teasing grin on his face.

“Yeah, when you were in the bathroom, you got a text from someone named Lo!” Rhea added.

“Y’all reading my text now?” Jey replied, a smirk creeping onto his face as he playfully dismissed their curiosity.

“Not reading, just curious!”. Sami replied with a smirk, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Hey, we just saw a text popped up,” jimmy shot back, raising his hands in defense. “You got someone reaching out to you while you’re out with friends; that’s a noteworthy development!”

“Yeah, it’s not every day you get a text from someone named ‘Lo,’” Cody added, raising an eyebrow. “So, who is they?”

“It’s just a friend, okay? Jey explained, trying to maintain a casual demeanor.

"Just a friend? You've been smiling at that phone all day," Sami said, leaning back in his chair with a teasing grin.

Jey tried to maintain his composure, but the embarrassment was bubbling to the surface. “She’s… just someone I’ve been talking to,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink to buy himself a moment.

“She? It’s a girl!” Rhea chimed in, her eyes widening with interest. “I thought you were talking to Alex,” Naomi added, looking surprised.

“We didn’t really click,” Jey said, shrugging as he tried to deflect the attention. The truth was, the connection he felt with Lola was different, electric even, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought of her.

Sami leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So, what’s she like? Come on, give us the scoop!”

"Nope," Jey said, taking another sip of his drink to dodge more questions.

"Come on, you can't just say you're talking to a girl and expect us not to be curious," Sami pressed, leaning in eagerly.

Rhea chimed in, "Exactly! You can't drop a bomb like that and not share more. Does she even know who you are?"

Jimmy interjected, "Or that you’ve got kids?"

Jey laughed nervously and shook his head. "Alright, let’s just keep it about the drinks," he said.

"Oh, come on! You can’t leave us in the dark," Sami replied.

“Yeah, why are you keeping secrets from us?” Naomi asked.

“I’m not keeping secrets; I just want to keep things private,” Jey explained.

“Sounds like you don’t want us in your love life,” Damian chimed in.

"It’s not like that! I just kind of... early in things; Jey said.

"Okay, okay, we’ll drop it for now, but I’m telling everybody" Naomi declared, and the group erupted into laughter as they ordered more drinks. The atmosphere lightened, filled with shared jokes and speculation about Jey’s mysterious date.

[buglass]

Me, Me More Cowboy

Chapter 2

Summary: Based in the mid-1960s, ranch hand Elvis Presley is a new hire to the West Family Farm. He grows irate as cattle and livestock turn up missing over 6 months. Unbeknownst to the ranch, the hippie woman, Lilibet, he sees on occasion in their small town—along with members of her commune—is behind it. An ongoing dispute of right and wrong both morally and romantically ensues as Elvis takes Lilibet up on her offer of viewing things through her perspective.

Pairing: Cowboy!Elvis Presley x Lilibet Stevens!OFC

Chapters: 2/5

WC: ~6K

Warnings (for the entire series): Some historical and geographical inaccuracies, fluff, slow burn, no beta reader, mention of DV, cult/commune culture, and some smut.

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✧ Chapter 2 ✧

ELVIS

The last thing he remembered hearing was his name. Coming to, he felt the plush thickness of a bed, lying atop of a duvet. Too hot to possibly be underneath one. Still, the room was cool when he didn’t move a muscle. The more he became conscious, the more the ache at the back of his skull permeated. The room was lit by a bedside lamp, the outside beyond shuttered windows dark. His mouth opened and closed, parched from the heat of the day. Where was he? It wasn’t the West household. Then, he remembered as the smell of rosemary and mint took his breath away. Riding with Lilibet became every rider’s less-than-ideal predicament of being thrown off. 

Elvis groaned as he rolled onto his side, slowly reaching up to the back of his head. Proper gauze and adhesive were placed over the wound. He moved to sit upright on the edge of the bed just as the bedroom door behind him screeched open. Lilibet was peeking her head in when she saw Elvis’ back. He looked down at the length of his body, his open shirt piqued his interest. The fabric still clung to his sweat-riddled torso though the drafty occasional breeze was welcomed. 

“I’m happy you’re awake. We had to have the doctor look at you. I was worried you were concussed,” Lilibet said softly.

Elvis moved to look at her from over his shoulder, dragging a leg up onto the bed. Nothing else was hurt or broken. His back could use a warm compress or bath. 

“How the hell did we manage to get here?” Elvis asked, reaching for the glass of water on the bedside table.

“Well, someone gave us a ride when they saw us along their way by car. I had them take you in their backseat and I rode Prestige up here to the commune. I didn’t know what else to do. We were closer here than the next big hospital or clinic.” Lilibet stepped fully into view, wearing the same thing as she had earlier without anything on her feet this time. She meddles with one of the braids on the side of her head, twirling a few strands around her fingers. 

“I must’ve been out for a while if the sun has gone down,” Elvis said. He wanted to swear at having to be with Prestige in the cover of the night. The damn horse always had an issue with him. He was overdue to switch her out with another one but never wanted to complain on the farm. 

“It has, but our doctor promised you don’t have a concussion. He said it’s probably because when I told you about the blood you…fainted. Also, it didn’t help that you might have been exhausted and needed rest. Are you hungry? We’ve got some supper waitin’ on you—” Lilibet hurried in a ramble.

“Whoa, honey, slow down. I’m still gettin’ my wits about myself. What time is it?” He held up a hand to give Lilibet pause.

“A little after seven.”

“Come sit for a second,” Elvis beckoned, patting the bed.

Lilibet blushed, the hue faint along her nose and cheeks. Elvis watched with a bit of a raised brow until she crossed the room and sat next to him.

“Can I be honest with you?” She whispered.

“Since we’re here, you might as well lay it on me, Lil’ Bet. What’s got you tense? I’ve seen you lost in thought before but you look like you’re ready to be sick.”

“It’s our fault y’all had to chase after those cows. I’m sorry. It’s been eatin’ away at me and I wanted to take it back… My friends—my family—they had it stuck in their heads that they were saving the animals from harm.” Lilibet looked away, her dark eyes downcast out of embarrassment. 

“Honey, if I didn’t know that then I wouldn’t have come askin’.” Elvis’ voice was warm, naturally buttering her up. 

That was the thing about him and women, he couldn’t help but speak sweetly to them with stars in his eyes. Lilibet was no exception, pain aside and the inconvenience of the past few months, she sat ever-present in his chest. Every time they spoke, he found her slightly tough exterior was easy to break past once he got her talking. Elvis didn’t know if he should go into detail about how he and the West family spread themselves thin to ask around town. Plenty of people spoke of their suspicions based on their moral compasses and tried to help one of the few local providers of Water Valley. Word spread faster in Water Valley than it ever did back home for Elvis.

“Which ones, which of your friends?” Elvis asked gently, reaching for her hand. His fingertips brushed over the tops of her fingers. Lilibet withdrew from his touch, her back straightening. Her walls were back up. 

“Will you report them to the police? It was a mistake.” 

“A mistake made more than once is a choice, Lilibet,” Elvis answered tersely. 

“They thought they were doin’ the right thing based on our principles and upbringing,” Lilibet argued. 

“What dictates your right and wrong as the correct way to go about things versus ours? You’re a smart girl, Lil’. You don’t feel good about what you did. There’s got to be consequences. That’s the way the world works. You’ve got a lot of life to live, little girl.” Elvis lectured. 

He watched as her face contorted as he spoke and finally rested into displeasure. Elvis knew he was rubbing her the wrong way but had a job he needed to finish. Hell, he would hear about it when he got back.

“Do you have a phone I can use?” Elvis asked, a shot in the dark. It would allow him to see where Lilibet lived and if what people said about the commune was true. 

“At the main big house. We’ll have to walk over there. This is my mama’s house.” Lilibet plucked at her duvet, avoiding his eyes. 

Elvis raised a brow, mentally scolding himself for not being more observant. The light pink of the walls and floral wallpaper on the lower half of the surrounding space should have been obvious. One corner of the small room was lined with a crate of worn vinyl records and a small record player case splayed open on the floor. Her wooden dresser lined the wall in front of the door, covered with a few pictures, oils, and lotions. The rest of the room was relatively plain. He turned his head back to the nightstand, a couple of books held up by a bookend against the small lamp behind his glass of water. 

“Okay, Lilibet, take me to this special house ��a yours. I’m only gonna call the farm and let them know I didn’t die from crackin’ my head open.” Elvis pushed up onto his feet, turning around completely to face Lilibet. 

She was still sitting as she looked up at him. Her eyes dipped to his chest, the thatch of hair there a slight dusting leading down the center of his stomach and just below his belly button. Lilibet’s lips parted with unspoken words that Elvis wanted to siphon from her lips. She cleared her throat as she moved to stand off of the bed—her bed. Elvis’ eyes followed her as she moved, stepping around the bed. The second time they had ever been so close. He recalled how she felt in front of him on the horse, the jilting of their ride causing her backside to rub into his groin. Elvis did his damnedest to think of something else, doing math and long division to make the swelling of his cock go down.

Lilibet snuck a look up at him over her shoulder, halting them at the doorway, “My two little sisters and mama are home. I hope you’ll mind your manners. I’ve never had a man up in my bedroom like this before. They know you were hurt.” She warned.

Elvis didn’t know what she had to worry about. He could barely touch her hand without her recoiling, which didn’t signal to him that she was leaving room for him to pursue her. Elvis wasn’t sure he had the time to pursue her. How bad would it look if he went that route? Would the Community Leaders condemn her? He believed Lilibet was a product of her environment the same as anyone else.

“This would not be the first place I picture us,” Elvis dropped his voice, honest. 

His cards weren’t quite on the table but he needed her to see them individually. Lilibet shivered, quick to play it off as she stepped forward and broke out of their bubble to head downstairs. Elvis smiled as he followed her, glancing toward the shut doors of the level they were just on. The steps cried as he came down into the lit entryway. He hobbled into his boots left by the door, pulling his pant legs down over them. Same for his hat hung on a hook, he slipped it free and held the top of it in one hand. Lilibet was watching him after she grabbed her boots and hunched over to pull them on. 

They stepped out into the muggy night to the sound of woodland creatures rustling. An owl cooed in the distance, backup to the orchestra of crickets chirping. Elvis slid his brimmed hat into place and began buttoning his shirt back up as they walked across the dirt road into the open grass field. 

“I’ll make my phone call and be out of your hair,” Elvis made conversation, the quiet of the night heavy. The aloneness in the air clung to him like the humidity. 

“You’re never in my hair, Elvis. Except leavin’ my job earlier was a risky move. I wasn’t here the whole time, you know. I made sure you were in good hands.” Lilibet clasped her hands together, kicking her boots at the Earth below.

“I’m sorry. I should have been less…forceful ‘bout my concerns. I can’t make up for your hospitality and care any sooner.”

“Maybe you can teach me a thing, or two, about farming and what you do. It’ll be my penitence. Everyone here seems to think y’all wrongfully kill animals for profit. I’m not sayin’ you have no right to do so, but corporations don’t sit right with most folks here.” Lilibet shrugged, her eyes landing on him. 

He met her eyes boldly, the brim of his hat causing shadows to mask his expressions. Elvis faced forward as the big house grew larger. She could be right about it being a fresh start, renewing his interest in farming and Lilibet. She was kind and sincere. Things about a woman he had a hard time passing up on. Lilibet was unlike any other woman he knew and if he was going to tread down the path of getting to know her, he had to bend to her will just enough to hook her. 

“Don’t know how much I could teach ya without all the tools on hand—”

“We grow our own things too. We have some animals you probably work with, if I’m not mistaken,” Lilibet amended.

“Hmm. Mm, okay, Lil’ Bet. I’ll consider it but it depends on the schedule and how much free time I have. We’ll work out the kinks at a later date. Deal?”

“Deal,” she grinned triumphantly.

LILIBET

Watching Elvis drive away with a stranger while he was unconscious had been nothing short of a nightmare for her. She was sure he would blame his injury on her and the commune, and sure poor Prestige didn’t mean to do wrong by them but what good was an unrideable horse? Horses needed patience and understanding. Elvis could brew something mean when he felt strongly about someone or something. Frustration was his biggest enemy. That was partially why Lilibet didn’t want to be on the receiving end of it. 

Prestige calmed down since then, harsh breaths coming from strong lungs through her nostrils. A hand smoothed down her pale brown coat, Lilibet gently coaxing her that it was alright. Once sure, Lilibet hoisted herself onto the saddle and pulled the reins into her hands. 

“Alright, sweet girl, I’m gonna need you to play nice with me for a bit longer. Can you do that?” She asked.

Prestige didn’t fight her along the way, a fluke in everyone’s day that a slithering snake would find itself in the roadway. Lilibet led Prestige toward the stables but not into them. The empty ones weren’t prepared for an unexpected horse. Lilibet hopped down, grunting as she landed, and led the mare the rest of the way into a training ring where she wouldn’t have to worry. She could breathe for a second knowing that part was done. 

“Okay, Prestige, be good,” Lilibet cooed.

She sighed as she shut the gate behind her, the latch catching. The next half an hour dragged on the same way the journey did. Lilibet had to explain to four men—the driver, two community leaders, and their in-house doctor—who, what, when, where, and why. Putting her foot down, Lilibet insisted she wasn’t a little girl anymore and wouldn’t be questioned about Elvis’ care. It was the last she heard from them for the day, not including the doctor. They wanted to keep Elvis in the main house but she didn’t know what he might say. The men helped to carry Elvis’ limp form upstairs to her bedroom after he was transported by car once more. She picked up Elvis’ fallen hat that landed on the stairs, hurrying back to the doorway to place it on a hook. Lilibet was silently grateful that her mother and sisters were out. 

The doctor lifted Elvis’ fallen eyelids, shining a flashlight into his eyes. Lilibet waited by the door, fanning herself with a hand. Her bedroom always got the worst of the sun during the mornings.

“You said he fainted when you mentioned blood?” Dr. Geller asked.

“Yes, but he was already woozy. He didn’t look too good at all,” Lilibet grimaced.

“Well, then, we can only wait for him to wake up. I’ll clean the wound on his head, wrap it, and leave a salve. Otherwise, inform him that he should probably avoid horse riding for a while.” Dr. Geller sighed, standing upright. 

He was no average doctor. A man who lived by medicine and helping people but found a higher calling in providing care at the commune for free under the spell of worship. Lilibet thought it was equally admirable and nonsensical. 

“Will do, Doc,” she nodded quickly. 

She stood by and watched as Elvis was bandaged up until they were left alone. Lilibet saw sweat permeating on his brow the closer she got. She tugged off his boots to take with her downstairs. Kneeling on the bed next to him, she thought up a cold rag to grab when she had a moment. Elvis was unmoving, fragile in that state, and she could take him in without worrying what he thought of her. She felt something for him some odd months ago, too afraid to ask or question if he felt the same way. She would die of embarrassment if she misread his intentions. Lilibet blinked, reaching for the top button of his shirt and the next with unsteady hands. She feared the hellfire that would come with besting anyone associated with the West family. They were kind but known to get in scraps if they ever felt someone was disrespecting them. 

Lilibet stepped away from Elvis, trying not to stare at exposed tanned skin. If she went any further with removing his clothes, she was crossing a line. He would just have to sweat it out. As mentally promised, she left and returned with the cool rag to place on his forehead. The glass of water was last on her list and there was nothing else left for her to do other than wait. She had to get back to work, adding to her stress. When she heard the front door open and shut downstairs, she rubbed at her brow as she moved swiftly. Lilibet shut her bedroom door to a crack and she nervously smoothed down her dress.

“Someone home?” called her teenage sister, Lillian.

“Yeah, it’s just me,” Lilibet called back, bounding down the stairs loudly in her boots. “I’ve got a favor to ask. A man upstairs, a good friend, Elvis has hit his head in a horse ridin’ accident. He’s asleep but I’ve got to ask you to look after ‘im. He’s nice and a proper gentleman. Nothin’ for us to worry about. I owe him this much.” 

“What’s in it for me?” Lillian raised a brow, putting her hands on her hips. She was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, and of course, barefoot. Lillian seldom wore shoes. 

“I’ll babysit Addie and I’ll bake you those cookies you’re always askin’ me to make you,” Lilibet sighed, throwing a hand up.

“That’s all you had to say. What am I s’posed to tell mama?” 

“We are being hospitable and fine young women doing the Lord’s work. Butter her up. Tell her that Dr. Geller and two community leaders know he’s here and it was an accident. Got it?” Lilibet tipped her chin down.

“Got it,” Lillian agreed.

By the afternoon, Lilibet was given a ride home as always by Corinne and her boyfriend, Jude. She kept the details of her morning to herself, aiming for casual conversation if her input was required. Her mind was stuck on Elvis, picturing what it would have been like if he had been awake and in her bed under different circumstances. The idea of dragging her fingertip down his sternum to the lip of his pants where they were buttoned made the pressure between her legs uncomfortable. Lilibet pinned her knees together for the rest of the ride until they stopped in front of her house. She thanked Jude through his rolled-down window and waved to Corinne as they started down the dirt road to their side of the commune.

Lilibet was met by the smell of her mother’s cooking coming from the kitchen which made her prickle with nervousness. Her mother, a stern but soft woman, moved about in the kitchen routinely and hardly looked over her way as Lilibet crossed the threshold into the kitchen.

“I am all for kindness out of the pureness of our hearts, but I did not expect to have company from town this evening,” her mother said.

“Neither did I, mama. He’s in real bad shape from horse riding. There was a snake and it spooked her.” Lilibet said hurriedly.

“My love, you do not need to explain your generosity. I only want to know if we will have him for dinner,” her mother asked, finally looking her way. Her gray hair was similar in length but done up and clamped against the back of her head. Lilibet gave her mother a small smile, seeing the woman who survived through more than she had personally seen in her own life. 

“Better safe than sorry,” Lilibet shrugged, a playfully smug look crossing her face.

“So, you know this man? Do you like him?”

“Mama,” Lilibet whined, putting her things on the small dining table. “We’re only friends. I see him in town sometimes. That’s all.”

“Mhm, I took a look at him. Is he Indian? That tan of his is somethin’.” Her mother spoke conversationally, grabbing her boiling pot by the handles to pour the water down the sink without spilling its contents.

“I can’t say that he is, mama, maybe it’s just he works in the heat all day. Is there anything you need from me till then?” 

“No, go check on your company. I should be just fine here. Maybe walk your little sister home from the main house later,” her mother waved a hand, taking out the potato masher from a drawer.

“Yes, ma’am,” Lilibet agreed easily.

When Elvis woke up, she was relieved though she trusted Dr. Geller to know what he was talking about in giving his diagnosis to Elvis. Many people in the commune sounded as ridiculous to her as they did to outsiders some days. Elvis was a farmer and their days weren’t particularly short. Lilibet didn’t have the wherewithal to make sense of what led them to a walk through the unmowed grass and field. She was taken from her thoughts as their knuckles brushed together. 

“Sorry—”

“Don’t be,” Elvis said, glancing at her. 

Lilibet stayed quiet the rest of the way, pushing open one of the French doors. The main house was always bustling with little kids, women, and a few young men. Some were fathers or outright teenagers. Whenever she came to the main house on a whim, she was grateful her mother decided to stay in a single-family home instead. Lilibet led the way toward what everyone considered to be an office in the back, the walk a couple of minutes, one of the only public phones available inside. Because of the hour, no one was occupying the space. If anyone looked their way, they didn’t say anything or care too much. Lilibet held the door open for Elvis after flipping the light switch for the desk lamp, gesturing for him to go ahead and make his phone call.

“This place really is somethin’,” Elvis said, his hat in his hands again. He strode forward, long legs carrying him toward the big desk. Lilibet hated that she was staring at all. When Elvis turned on a dime, drawing back the big leather chair, he caught Lilibet. He smirked as he sat down and began dialing out to the farm. The call was quick though Lilibet tried to appear less like she was listening and more as if she were waiting to escort Elvis back. 

“Alright, see y’all soon. Bye-bye,” Elvis said, hanging up the phone. “Lil’ Bet?”

“Yes, Elvis?” Lilibet answered, lifting her head.

“C’mere for a second,” Elvis demanded. His forefinger and middle finger curled to draw her over to him. 

Lilibet pressed her tongue into her cheek as she left the doorway, pushing at it so it was cracked. She tried not to wring her hands or appear anxious but that was the effect he had on her. He was rugged, smelling of sweat and faint soap. Elvis was all the things she typically avoided, afraid to be judged and ridiculed. But then, he was beckoning her over and when she was close enough he took her hand into his own. Lilibet may have stood over him, but Elvis was wholly in control. He watched her with tired eyes, slowly pulling her in close and the sweat on her nose began forming again. Her lips parted as his legs spread open for her, offering her a seat that she struggled to refuse. 

Lilibet swept a hand at her back as she sat down to keep her dress from catching and Elvis took the acceptance of his invitation further. He pressed his lips into the back of her hand, murmuring, “I’m grateful for all you’ve done for me today. I shouldn’t have a beautiful woman runnin’ around like a chicken with its head cut off because I was so careless.”

“I would have done the same for anyone who needed my help,” Lilibet stammered, squeezing her legs together. Elvis hummed, pressing another kiss to the back of her hand.

“Would you have?” Elvis breathed over her skin. “Or did you feel indebted because of what you and your friends did?”

“I-I, no. I consider us friends. Don’t you think of me as your friend?”

“I do… That’s why I want to help you. A trade-off. You keep your friends from the animals and come by the farm at least once a week.” Elvis offered.

“Once a week?” Lilibet pulled at their hands, grabbing Elvis’ attention behind heavy, dark lashes.

“How else are you gonna learn somethin’ ‘bout farming?”

“Then, you have to come here, too. Learn why my friends and I felt we were in the right,” Lilibet said.

“I saw a chapel out in the distance. Are you gonna preach to me, angel?” Elvis asked, dropping their hands into her lap. 

“Only if you sing my praises.”

TWO WEEKS LATER

ELVIS

Lilibet, Lilibet, Lilibet. 

She’s all he thought about and tried (and failed) not to make it too obvious that he couldn’t get her from his mind. Stopping in at the corner store meant he lingered by the counter a little longer and made it his mission to make her laugh at least once. Once they devised a realistic schedule with shared days—Sundays were Lilibet’s day on the farm and Saturdays were Elvis’ at her commune—he found himself looking forward to the end of the week. How slow the week would drag on if he didn’t venture into town and worse if Lilibet wasn’t around. He didn’t know how else to approach her about spending time with him so he waited. Playing the long game usually got him somewhere with a woman, even if it was just to hold her hand or kiss her. 

First came Sunday, leaving him to travel back to Lilibet’s property. He didn’t ride a horse. He and Prestige needed a break from one another and his head was thankful for it. The West family didn’t mind him driving one of their vehicles as long as it came back in one piece. Lilibet must have heard him because she stepped outside, holding her boots in her right hand as she braced the other against the doorway. She was in another one of her long, flowy dresses with her hair in a bun. Elvis felt his heart lurch in his chest as he rose out of the truck, leaving his hat behind in his awe. He forced a breath out and a smile as he shut the door to the truck and disturbed the dirt beneath his boots to make his way over. The wooden stairs creaked under his weight. Lilibet smiled, full of teeth and sweetness he wanted to taste for himself. 

“Right on time, Mr. Presley,” Lilibet grinned, dropping her boots onto the small landing to step into them. 

“I would be a fool to be late. What have you got in store for me today?” Elvis smiled, bearing his hands onto his waist. 

“You wouldn’t believe it, but I was thinkin’ we would go to the stables. Give you some more etiquette on our big beauties.”

“Oh, hell,” Elvis breathed. He started to back up as Lilibet moved forward, not very far from her as if they were magnets. He stopped only once on flat Earth and Lilibet almost ran into him. Flirting wasn’t hard, especially when she least expected it. Lilibet gave him a look, suspicious as she stood there peering up at him. Elvis curled a finger, his knuckle coming up to brush the underside of her chin and hold it there. She tended to look away from him otherwise. “Will that make ya happy?” 

He asked knowing that it would and he wouldn’t have come on his day off at the ass-crack of dawn for just any woman. 

“As long as you’re not too shell-shocked by splitting that noggin of yours open,” she snorted, breaking away from Elvis’ spell and brushing his hand away. “I’m one of the few that has chores in the stables. Let’s get a move on.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Elvis complied, turning on his heel after Lilibet. 

Elvis trekked after her like a lost puppy, flanking her as he spoke about his desire to play music at the local bar in his free time.

“… I’m not much of a drinker, so it’d be more for the music. I can carry a tune or two. Just you wait and see. I play at the farm a lot more for the Wests.” Elvis said.

“Talent and beauty? God really has his favorites,” Lilibet humored. 

The pair went on to enter the large stable, a few men, women, and children wandering in and about. One of the kids, no more than eleven, was shoveling dung. Lilibet led the way toward the back and Elvis followed like a diligent student. She grabbed a nearby brush and handed it to Elvis, halting in front of a spotted Appaloosa named Spot. 

“I want you to go in and become friends with Spot here. He’s one of the sweetest boys we have. You two should get along swell without fear of being hurt,” Lilibet stretched out her arm, pressing Elvis to take the brush. He looked unsure but didn’t want to back down from a challenge.

“Alright, I’m trustin’ you,” Elvis said, grabbing the brush.

“You should, Elvis. I won't let you get hurt again.” 

Lilibet meant it and she was coming to terms with the fact that she cared deeply for Elvis in a way that had her weak in the knees. Elvis took a deep breath that rounded his chest as he pulled the latch free to the stable door. Spot seemed to huff, a hoof brushing the floor as Elvis stepped inside. Lilibet shut the door behind him and left the latch untouched. 

“You know the drill, E, soft-spoken and don’t act afraid,” Lilibet’s lips quirked at the latter.

“No one is afraid,” Elvis snapped playfully, inching toward Spot. “Alright, boy, it’s nice ta meet ya. We’re gonna get acquainted.” 

Spot lifted his head from where he was eating hay, giving Elvis a passive look before dropping his head down again. Lilibet chuckled to herself, moving to grab a saddle and reins for Elvis because she was confident in his abilities. After ten minutes of Elvis brushing Spot, Lilibet let him fully take over and lead Spot out by walking at his side. 

“Now, why don’t you give him some free rein? Take everything off of him,” Lilibet grinned, a warm feeling growing in her chest. 

Elvis didn’t complain and moved easily around Spot. Spot soon bumped into Elvis with his nose pressing into his ribs and Lilibet knew the two would get along fine. Elvis stood back with Lilibet as Spot stretched his limbs, taking off across the fenced-in field. Elvis’ shoulder bumped into Lilibet’s and he watched her instead of Spot after a while.

“What’s next on the list?” Elvis asked, his tone deeper.

“Slow your roll, cowboy, you won’t be riding Spot today. One step at a time. We’ll introduce you to more animals and then we’ll have lunch and that’s it.” 

“Hmm, you run a tight ship.” Elvis grinned, looking back out over the field. 

“You don’t know the half of it,” Lilibet sighed.

Then came the next weekend. Elvis was all work until the evening when he insisted Lilibet join him and the Wests that night for his performance at the local bar. Lilibet showed face at five in the morning riding Spot to the farm. She thought seeing one another more than once a week would be good for their bond. Elvis met her bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with a deep green thermos likely containing coffee. Because it was early morning, he was without his hat and for once wearing a T-shirt and dusty jeans that had seen better days. Lilibet admired the hair nearly touching his shoulders, freshly washed and dripping onto his shoulders. Elvis sidled up next to Lilibet, offering a hand to help her down which she took with ease though she didn’t need it. It was the first time Elvis would see her wearing jeans and a T-shirt, too. She thought it was only right if she would be getting dirty doing God-knows-what. 

“You’re wearin’ the hell out of those pants,” Elvis commented freely.

“Aren’t I here to work?” Lilibet smiled. Anyone or anything else would have barely been able to get a peep out of her for how early it was. 

“That you are, Lil’ Bet. That you are.” Elvis hummed, exchanging the thermos for the reins. He led the way for her and Spot, chatting casually here and there to the horse just to make Lilibet laugh or look at him like he was crazy. Once Spot was taken care of and housed in one of the stables, Lilibet poured herself a cup of black coffee. 

“I like a little coffee with my cream and sugar,” she mentioned. Not her favorite, but not the worst if she had to bear it, and Elvis bookmarked it for the future. He dusted off his hands on the back of his pants and retook interest in the thermos. 

“Save me a cup,” he mentioned, walking past her toward the large open doors. “I’m gonna show you the cattle today. You’ll see the whole thing and familiarize yourself with our dairy process, which I think will be to your hippie satisfaction.” Elvis smiled over his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t call it hippie so much as carin’ about what happens to the animals. It applies to human life, too,” Lilibet sipped at the coffee for a while longer before giving up. She dumped the cup’s contents and caught up with Elvis to hand it over as they continued on their path.

“I’m guessin’ you dislike what’s happenin’ in Vietnam?” Elvis asked. 

He sounded like he was attempting to refrain from judging her, but his voice had an edge. Men like him loved America through and through but that didn’t mean he had to agree with everything that occurred. 

“Why should we send our troops to a war that isn’t ours? I know I’m not a man that can be drafted but I’ve got eyes. I couldn’t imagine if my sisters were instead my brothers and sent over there,” Lilibet said, keeping her voice low.

“I hear you there, honey, I do. How old are they again?”

“Addie is six goin’ on seven and Lillian just turned sixteen,” Lilibet rubbed at her brow, a nervous tick.

“Your mama must’ve been keepin’ a theme with the names and changed her mind, huh?”

“Well, until Addie. My father’s name is Luther but with Addie, she named her after her. Her name is Ada.” Lilibet looked toward the ground, scuffing her boots along the dirt road.

“And is he…?” Elvis began to ask.

“Dead? Unfortunately, no. Just a man in Arkansas still who likes ta hit my mama and scream in the faces of his children.” Lilibet sighed, sliding her hands into her back pockets.

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to open up a wound… I served for two years back in fifty-eight to sixty. Froze my ass off in Germany. Not sure what for but, hell, I was proud to do it. Half the time I feigned sick but it’s nothin’ compared to those men dying over there. Not at all.” Elvis’ mouth set into a pout. 

Lilibet looked at him standing there, his gaze appearing far away. She felt strange for thinking it but she admired his openness and how quickly he spoke to apologize to her. Lilibet wouldn’t have faulted him either way. The only persons she found at fault were Luther Stevens and Pres. Lyndon B. Johnson. 

“No, I appreciate having someone to talk to about life. Real life. Sometimes at home, it feels like I’m livin’ in a Twilight Zone episode. I feel like no one gets it. Or they pretend they don’t,” Lilibet complained. 

“You don’t need to pretend with me. I’m no more perfect than the next man and I’ve lived enough life to see that authenticity is everything.” Elvis tipped his head to the side as he held Lilibet under his unwavering eyes, slowing down as they came to stand outside the dairy stalls and its building. 

“You’ve got quite the heart and mind. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you. Ever.” Lilibet breathed. Another perfect mark was added to her report card for him.

“That’s all I can hope for,” Elvis gave her a crooked smile. He finally twisted the cap off of the thermos to pour the coffee. “Ever milked a cow before?”

“No,” Lilibet grimaced for the first time that day.

“Well, you’ll get used to it today, Lil’ Bet. I can promise you that much.”

[greytongue]

rest with me.

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cw: implied smut. this is just fluff. conflicted feelings. y’all are both agents. angst????? cuddling. you feel this shouldn’t go any farther, but you REALLY like leon. he is understanding

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“stay.”

leon places a large hand on your bare lower back as you sat on the edge of the hotel bed. your eyes closed at the warmth of his hand and you sighed solemnly.

this wasn’t supposed to have happened. you two were assigned on a mission, it went relatively smoothly and now you were both spending the night at a random hotel before you’d both catch a flight back to headquarters and be given another assignment.

but of course, there was only one room available with only one king-sized bed. great.

he’d offered to take the floor, like the stupid, handsome gentleman he was. you insisted for him to just get on the bed, you were too tired to register how awkward this whole thing was. he obeyed.

you couldn’t sleep, couldn’t help but twist and turn. you had let out a sigh as you settled on your back. then, he gently reached and brush a lock of hair out of your eyes, gazes now locked onto each other. next thing you know, he’s going down on you and your hands are tangled in his hair, among other things.

you sighed, arms stopping mid way through the sleeves. “we shouldn’t have done this, kennedy.” you shake your head, pulling the shirt over yourself now. the fabric pooled around his wrist as he continued to stroke your back.

“and just keep ignoring what this is?” he gestured a finger between the two of you.

“i don’t even know what’s going on with us, leon.” you turned to look over your shoulder. “we’re supposed to just be coworkers.” you rub at your temples, trying to soothe yourself from your inner conflict.

“is that what you want?”

you stopped. in a perfect world, this would be great. but alas, it’s not. but no matter what, you simply couldn’t deny your feelings for the blond. no matter how hard you shoved those stupid fluttery feelings into a jar and threw it into the ocean.

leon sighed at your silence, moving his sizable hand from your back to your hip, over your sleep shirt.

“look, let’s sleep for now, yeah? we can deal with this later.” he tugged at your hip for you to lay down, and you complied. you were sluggish after fucking the shit out of each other. you both needed your rest.

you hiked your legs back onto the bed, he immediately opened his arms and you scooched into the inviting warmth of his body, pressing close and wedging your head beneath his chin. he held you tightly, nose burying into your hair and breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

you draped an arm over his waist, “i’m sorry for… being like this. i know i’m not saying anything you wanna hear-“

“shh,” he began stroking your back again. “just rest with me.”

you closed your eyes in defeat, body truly beginning to relax.

“okay.”

[kittycatsheros9]

gf!Ethan landry x Reader

Word count: 1158

Warnings: mentions of sex, murder, and nude photos

Notes: Sorry y’all, I deleted the other post. But here’s a new work and enjoy!

Ethan had first properly talked to you when Chad introduced him to the friend group. I say properly because he had always noticed you. Since you had connections with people he was likely going to murder, he stalked you too. Mostly you. When the time came, he knew he wanted to leave you out. You had no partake in the death of Richie, his brother.

Over time, a couple months, you and Ethan had been getting friendlier and friendlier. Soon telling your friends that you two were dating. Ethan’s feelings for you were all real and not apart of his plan to get closer to the friend group. No lies being told whenever he said “I love you”. And not just using you to actually lose his virginity.

Even before dating, just friends, he saw how confident you came off. Spoke up when someone commented about your friends being “murderers”, though he would silently disagree. When you went to parties, barely any clothing actually on because you knew you were beautiful. Beautiful in every way. So well spoken, gorgeous body, face, and energy.

But in your relationship with Ethan, it showed during sex. You always liked being in charge. Riding his dick or edging him. Sometimes he would smirked and looked up at you, about to tell you that you were slowing down. He knew this would get a rise out of you. You would whimper at his response and with all the strength in you, tried to finish riding him. Ethan wasn’t necessarily a sub. He just played into your little game. There were nights where he would take over. Tired of your snarky comments and punishing you. Pushing you past your limits. Orgasm after orgasm.

However, tonight was not one of those nights. Ethan had Econ. At least, that's what you thought he was doing. But what he really was doing was putting on his ghost face costume. Lacing his black boots and getting his knife from his desk. Ethan, Quinn, and their dad, had a talk. Talking about who was going to be their next victim. They decided on Anika, Mindy's girlfriend. Mindy was always suspicious of Ethan and it had really annoyed him and Quinn. So they agreed on someone who was very special to her, and that was Anika.

With Ethan gone and your roommates also being gone, you were lonely tonight. Laying on your bed, looking up at your white ceiling. You were listening to your playlist. You had a tall lamp that you could change to certain colors. You decided pink, it was always pink. Your body was clad in one of Ethan’s shirts he left in your room. And underneath was a lacy matching set. You thought maybe he would come over, stressed from his class and you could help him. More dirty thoughts started to appear in your head. A blush formed on your cheeks.

You knew he was in class, but what if you did something? Something that would let him know how much you missed him. So you got off your bed. Taking off Ethan’s shirt and tossing it aside, to lay on your bed. You grabbed your phone. Giggles escaped your mouth, knowing what you were about to do would make him hard, in class.

You walked over to your closet mirrors. Thinking about how you should pose. You sat down on your rug. Your legs tucked underneath your butt. So just your thighs and upper half of your body was showing. You positioned your phone to not showcase your face. Just wanting him to focus on your body. You slightly pulled the sides of your lacy thong up. To let it rest higher on your hips. Creating more of a v shape of the thin fabric. You took a photo and then another. Slightly shifting your position.

You felt hot and could probably get off just by the thought of Ethan seeing these pictures. He would save them in his camera roll. Only for him to see. But if you were being bad, he could tease you about sending them out to the whole college. Of course he wouldn’t do that. To possessive over you.

You pulled down the straps of your bra. Showing skin more and more, which could be seen throughout the photos. Not just stopping at the straps, you fully took the lacy bra off. Freeing your boobs. They immediately turned to peaks and your nipples hardened from the cold air. You were about to press down on the camera button when you heard a loud noise.

A blood curdling scream coming from your alley way. Your head turned towards your window. You knew if you got up and walked to your window, you would see what was happening. But you didn’t, you thought it probably was a drunk person. And you didn’t think much of it. “Umm, okayyyy” you said while quietly stretching out the y. The screaming had now stopped. You only heard one loud scream.

What really was happening was your boyfriend murdering Anika. Your friend and Mindy's girlfriend. Ethan saw her walking with her headphones. There couldn’t have been a better time. Fastly striding towards her, he clasped his hand down on her mouth. Not wanting her to yell. From behind he grabbed ahold of her waist. She was thrashing in his hold and trying to scream for help. But no one was around. While holding her, he took her into the alley way. Turning the corner he looked up and saw pink.

It was your room. He knew that lamp that you would keep on for hours. Always in the color pink. After this mess he could go to your apartment. Wanting to comfort you, even though he was a murderer.

Back to the present time. Anika trying to escape from his hold. He had enough. He grabbed his knife and stabbed her in the throat. All the adrenaline and hurt in her made her scream. A loud, ear covering scream. Anika knew this was it. She didn’t get to say goodbye to anyone. Ethan took out his knife from her throat. She dropped dead. He let his leather covered hand swipe her blood off of his knife.

He looked back up at your room. He was only able to see the pink. He began thinking that you were probably already asleep. But boy was he wrong. His phone in his back pocket vibrated. He took off his leather gloves and his mask. He reached for his phone. His lock screen showing multiple notifications from you. So he opened.

It was you. Only in your lacy matching set. The photos showed you posing infront of your closet mirrors. Some with your bra off and some with it on. He couldn’t stop looking at the pictures. Just standing in your alley way, infront of Anika’s dead body. But his full attention on you. Interrupting the silence.

“Oh fuck”