#my cock is aching in such a nice way right now AND he just brought me WINE in BED while he makes dinner im a very lucky man

[horniestclownintown]

When he decides to ring a few orgasms out of you after using you to get off 🥰 and then coos about how big and wet your tdick is while he flicks it hard over and over 🥴 and then goes back to spanking it and asks "are you going to cum while I slap your cock silly?" 😵‍💫 and then calls you a good boy when you cum again with your eyes rolled back and your tongue sticking out all blissed out for him 😇

[onepieceisreeeeaaalll]

I'm Yours - Sanji x Fem!Reader

Here's a blurb I wrote on a whim last night! Life's been so busy, and I have a small case of the blues right now, which is why I have so many drafts but haven't been posting. I barely proofread this, and it's not my proudest work, but I think I'm just overthinking it. I'll probably edit it a little like I always do. Hope you enjoy!

CW: NSFW! Dominant-ish Sanji, gendered terms for reader, "pretty girl, etc", implied jealousy, slightly dominant reader at end? just a little?

~1.3k words

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Sanji pushes you back against the wall of the kitchen, his hands pawing helplessly at the buttons of your shirt that protect your skin from his eager assault. His lips connect with yours in a sloppy, heated mess, the taste of nicotine distinct and bitter on your tongue. Teeth gnash against one another until the cook finally withdraws from your lips, a line of saliva tethering you both as he moves to pepper hungry nips at your neck.

“Angel…” He murmurs, his tongue lapping where your jaw connects to your neck. “I can’t breathe without you.”

You’ve never seen Sanji like this - ravenous, desperate, bold. His erection presses and grinds against your leg with a force that has your back pressed firmly to the wall where he’s trapped you. You’re not sure what started this, why tonight he’s decided to pull you aside and ravage you, but you’re in no position to stop the hands that worked so hard to open up the path to your now exposed chest. Ordinarily, sex with Sanji is slow, romantic, perhaps cherished. It’s as much a joining of souls as it is bodies, a spiritual union that binds you together by love and desire. You’ve been reduced to a helpless puddle, brought to the shaky state of euphoria so many times by the way he caresses you so gently, whispering sweet nothings into your ear with every careful ministration of his body against yours. Tonight is different, though. Your boyfriend is, bluntly, a horny mess and you’re just as turned on by it as you would be otherwise.

“Sanji…baby, what’s gotten into you?” You breathe, your voice shaky. You can feel his hands work with expert precision to undo the buttons of your pants, not wasting a single moment to expose more of your skin to him.

“Just need to be inside you, my love.”

There’s no decorum this time. No bells, whistles, or languid motions meant to undo you slowly but surely until you’re sunk into a state of pure bliss. Sanji’s movements are laced with a sense of urgency, his words deep and throaty as he slips a hand down the front of your panties. The confusion you feel from this show of desire doesn’t last long. The moment his fingers begin to swirl on your clit, they rub smooth, fast circles against it. Your head falls back against the wall, a soft ‘thud’ being the only sound heard aside from the heavy breathing filling the room.

“Sanji…” You moan, your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasurable movements start to make you feel so vulnerable, your sex soaking through the material of your thin panties.

Sanji tuts, and you feel a hand on your jaw, firm but somehow still careful, pulling your face upright. Your eyes open in surprise, finding Sanji looking at you with a glazed-over, almost predatory glint.

“Come on, gorgeous. Watch me while I make you come on my fingers.”

Your face heats up in a way that’s unfamiliar to you. He can hear the way your breath hitches at his words, and a small smirk rises to his lips. His fingers slide further into your folds before two of them find their way into your aching, swollen entrance. There’s no warming up needed, and with little resistance, his fingers work to pump into you. Sanji grinds his palm against your clit, using the the limited space in your underwear to give him better leverage.

“Already so wet for me. My needy, pretty girl.” He praises, his smirk widening as his fingers curl and scissor inside of you. “Getting her nice and ready for my cock.”

Your eyes widen at his words, and before you can get a chance to question him, pleasured gasps begin to leave your lips. You can’t take your eyes off of him, not for a second, and you can feel your velvet walls clench around his fingers at the sight of his devilish smirk.

“S-Sanji…” You whimper, unable to control the way the pleasure is building up in you. With every brush of your g-spot, your pussy seems to clamp down on his fingers more, making it so much harder for him to move his fingers. Sanji doesn’t relent, though, instead continuing to guide his fingers and pump them into your throbbing cunt.

“Beautiful, mon ceur. Breathtaking.” Sanji says, his voice low and breathy. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, his arousal clear by the way he grinds his clothed cock against your thigh. “I love watching you fall apart for only me.”

You can’t take it. His palm grinding into your clit, his fingers deep in your pussy, his praise - it’s all too much, entirely too good, and the heat in your gut swirls inside you like an inferno. Your hands grip at his shoulders, digging into his shirt as you feel the rapidly approaching climax start to take control. Your hips buck against him like a woman possessed, desperately seeking the friction that’s threatening to overwhelm you.

“Please…Sanji, honey, I-”

“Come for me, angel. Ride my fingers and tell me that you're mine.” Sanji rasps, his eyes intensely locked on yours, as if wanting to see the exact moment you tip over.

"I'm-...Sanji, I'm yours, I'm-!" You chant, breathless and desperate as that pleasure builds so deep inside of your core with every brush of your g-spot.

Your face contorts slowly, your mouth dropping open as your orgasm hits you. A white-hot euphoria fills your veins as you buck helplessly against his hand, clutching and keening from the effort. Sanji doesn’t let up, his fingers coaxing as much pleasure out of you as possible as you whine for him. Slowly, once he feels your walls fluttering in that perfect way, he extracts his hand from your panties and pops his fingers into his mouth. He hums, closing his eyes to savor the taste before finally setting his hand back on your hip and meeting your gaze again.

You’re panting, sweaty, and nearly slack-jawed.

“What the hell was that?” You finally ask, a breathless laugh leaving you.

“Mosshead wouldn’t stop looking at you during dinner. And then he pulled you aside when the meal was done.” Sanji responds, giving you a shy smile. “I’m sorry, angel. I just couldn’t stand it.”

Your mind works hard to retread through the events of that night, and as the cogs turn in your head, a sudden realization makes your heart pound, and a small laugh slips from your lips.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, an almost devious smile rising to your lips. “Oh, so that’s what this was about? Baby, Zoro was just telling me I had some food in my hair. Apparently it was there after Luffy tore into dinner like the little monster he is.”

The only sound for a long moment that can be heard is the buzzing from the refrigerator. Finally, Sanji lets out a sigh, taking a small step back from you, the tips of his ears turning that familiar shade of pink.

“Well, then…” He mumbles, his eyes shifting to the ground. His foot gently traces the floorboard of the kitchen, one of his hands instinctually moving to his pocket in search of his pack of cigarettes.

You let out a soft laugh, hands moving to pull him by the lapels of his jacket closer to you.

“You don’t have to worry about that swordsman. Or anyone else for that matter.” You assure him, pulling him just a tad closer. “I’m yours, Sanji. Through and through.”

The way Sanji’s eyes light up makes your heart melt, and you swear in this moment that nothing else could ever be more perfect than the way he looks at you.

“I’ll never let you regret it, mon amour. I’m yours, too.” He responds softly, his voice unwavering and steady.

His lips gently press into yours, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck softly, tenderly. Your lips move together before parting, lingering.

“You know, I didn’t mind you being so dominant. It was really sexy.” You mumble against his lips.

You hear him gasp softly when your hand connects with his erection still present in his slacks. It’s not surprising to you that, even in his embarrassment, he hasn’t gone soft. He has an erection damn near every time you both speak, let alone kiss. Your hand gently rubs at his length, and he gasps again when you lean forward to nip at his lip.

“Let me show you just how much I’m yours.”

[kingtomura]

Bloodline

summary: Tomura Shigaraki is so nice! He teaches you the secrets to Mario Kart online, he teaches you how to disable your location so your strict parents can't track you, And today he's even teaching you how to work past your gag reflex. part two of good girl | cross posted to ao3 word count: 4.4k content: Tomura Shigaraki x female reader, established relationship, explicit content, AU - no quirks, strict parents, oral (m! recieving), vaginal fingering, creampie, rough sex, praise kink Part three is here!

Tomura Shigaraki teaches you a lot of things.

He teaches you the secret tricks to win at mario kart online, he teaches you about the location tracker on your phone and how to disable it; your parents now being unable to watch your every move. And today he is teaching you how to fully take his cock down your throat without choking. 

“Relax, just like that,'' Tomura groans as he pushes deeper into your mouth. 

You have both been at this for a few minutes and you already feel the ache of your jaw as you try to accommodate for his size. Youve gotten this far before, able to take the head and a bit more, but never the entire length.

Feeling brave, you try to push for only a little bit more, before feeling the telltale jerk and gag as it hits the back of your mouth. Damn that gag reflex. 

“It’s okay,” he gasps, brushing your hair back with his fingers, gentle and warm, “you’re supposed to gag on it.” The grin on his face makes you wonder how much of that is true, but you’re eager so you don’t dwell on it.

Looking up at him with tears stuck to your lashes and drool trailing down your chin, you place a hand on his hip, pulling back a little so that you could stroke the remainder of his length with your other hand. 

The carpet was rough, digging into your knees as you adjusted your weight. You were going to figure this out by the end of the night. You were determined to. You sucked the head of his cock before pulling back to glide your tongue over the tip, tasting the salty precum before going in again.

This time you took his advice, relaxed as best you could and pushed past the uncomfortable sensation. Once you finally felt you were past that damned reflex it was easy to push forward. 

Moving your hand to the other side of his hip for better grip, you dove further and further. Trying to take him all the way to the hilt. 

“Ah, fuck…” you heard him groan above you, the hand in your hair gripping tighter. You could practically feel the restraint he had on himself to keep from fucking into your mouth. You weren't ready just yet. “That’s my girl,” he started, hand in your hair pushing you even lower, your nose brushing against the curly hairs on his pelvis. “Such a fast learner.” 

The grip he had on your hair never faltered as you strained to pull back, lack of oxygen becoming a little much for you. He relented, giving you a second to breathe before pushing your head back down, making sure you were comfortable before he brought his other hand to your head and snapped his hips forward. Resolve finally breaking as he fucked into your mouth, head thrown back and pace relentless. 

It was overwhelming, tears falling from your eyes from the sheer shock, but you wanted to be good for him. You wanted to show him you could take him, just like he knew you could. It didn’t matter if it was too much too soon, you would fight through it and adjust. Anything to make him feel as good as he makes you feel. 

You close your eyes, starting to enjoy the ride of him and allowing yourself to be used for his pleasure. When his hips slowed, you wondered if he was getting close. Looking up, you’re met with tomura’s red gaze peering back at you, and you can feel your slick wet your panties even more.

“My pretty girl,” he brings a hand to brush your hair back again. “Touch yourself.”

And you do. Legs parting as much as you could, ignoring the friction of the carpet on your knees, you trail a hand down, sliding between your panties and right onto that special spot that makes you see stars. 

Tomura is pleased by this, and you can’t help but moan around his cock. Watching as his head lolled back in pleasure gave you a sense of pride. Made you want to keep sucking him off, no matter how much your jaw started to ache in protest.

You relinquished control again, allowing him to grind into your mouth as he pleased, your tongue working under his gliding cock. His thrusts became more uneven and erratic, you knew he was close, so, you do what you can to make sure you come with him. Rubbing your wet clit faster with two fingers instead of one, the pleasure bubbling up inside as you near your end. You wished you had the angle to slip a finger into your entrance, but you don’t, it's alright. You‘ll make do with what you have.

Tomura takes both hands and grips your hair, giving a few more thrusts until he is pushing your head forward, making you take him all the way to the hilt leaving no room to back away or stop him. You feel the twitch of his cock as hot cum shoots down your throat. The sensation was one you were less than prepared for, but you do your best to swallow around his cock. 

You barely have time to think about the lack of oxygen the position grants you before Tomura is pulling you off of his cock and pushing you to lie on the floor. He spreads your legs, swiftly discarding your panties and taking two fingers, pressing them to your mouth. You take them in, coating them with saliva while maintaining eye contact. He huffs a laugh before taking them back and spreading your legs further apart. 

Your heart hammers against your chest in anticipation as he brings not one but both fingers to your entrance. His face focused and filled with want as he gives you one last glance. It makes you feel electric. 

He thrusts both fingers into your heat, the suddenness of it makes you moan, loud. His fingers are long and thick and it takes everything in you not to cum right away. You do your best to meet his thrusts with your hips, before he grabs you by the waist. 

“Stop,” was the only warning he gave you before putting one on your legs on his shoulder for better leverage. All it takes is a curl of his digits and you come undone. Bliss buzzing down to your bones as you ride out your high on his fingers. 

You look up and Tomura has that cocky smirk on his face and you don't know if you want to kiss it off or knock it off. You don't have time to dwell on it because your body is still reeling from waves of pleasure and Tomura is still pumping his fingers. 

The overstimulation is making you pull away, but his grip on your thigh makes sure you go nowhere. “C’mon, give me another one. I know you have it in you.”

Your body shakes as the sensations start to blend together, and you reach a feeble hand down to stop him. The aftershocks of your first orgasm quickly begin to build and build until you feel the coil of another threatening to push you over again. Tomura leans over your cunt, dropping a thick bead of spit right on your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves with his thumb. 

This takes you over, your legs shaking and eyes rolling back as your second orgasm of the night wracks through you. “Yeah, that's it.” Tomura praises, fucking you through it with his fingers, wet noises filling the room. 

Your brain feels like mush as you fight to stay awake. Cumming feels nice, but you didn't want to sleep on the floor. Tomura believes you’ve had enough and takes his fingers out, standing up and walking to the en suite bathroom in his bedroom.

You hear the sounds of running water and battle once more to remain conscious. When he comes back you feel the warmth of a  washcloth cleaning you up and you’re grateful. 

He helps you to bed, legs feeling like jello and knees wobbling.

You felt like something fragile, like you would break at the slightest noise. The headspace you were in made you feel needy, like all you wanted to do was cling to him under the covers. And you did, your body meeting his as you can finally drift off to sleep in peace. 

—--

Something different was brewing under the surface of whatever you and Tomura shared. It was growing and it was hungry. It was something Tomura couldn’t quite place his finger on, but it was bubbling in the back of his mind and threatening to take him under. 

There was no time for him to dwell on whatever that thing is because right now? There was another problem staring him dead in the face.

“Ah, Tomura, hello.” The man speaks, breaking the uncomfortable silence between the two. Smile gracing his worn features, “what a pleasure to see you.” 

Tomura could think of a thousand other things that would be more pleasurable than having a meeting with his Father. 

“Father.”

His smile to others would come off as off putting, never quite meeting his eyes, but Tomura has grown to know it well. Even through the screen he could feel the waves of displeasure coming from the man before him. Previously sitting in the video chat waiting room, he could only wonder what reason this impromptu meeting was called for. 

“So I heard you have a new lady friend.” 

Ah. That's what this is about. Damn you, Kurogiri. Always a snitch. 

Tomura only shrugs, not seeing a point in discussing his private life. His father never interfered before, he doesn’t see why he should now. 

This seems to displease the man further, as he only purses his lips and tilts his head. Not an answer he was looking for. He decides to change tactics. “I didn’t know you wanted children, Tomura. And so soon!” 

His eyes narrow in response, unsure what game he was playing. “I don’t.”

The man before him smiles, light in his room shrouding his eyes in a shadow. “You're not acting like you don’t.” 

Tomura is quiet. He knew this father well, there was always a reason for his actions. Always a motive behind his intentions.

The man before him continues, voice lightly echoing through the screen, “Kurogiri tells me you’ve been more… active. You are free to do as you please, Tomura, but please remember that everything I am doing with this business is for you. If you expect to take over when I step down then I expect you to be a little more responsible.” 

He’s shocked, Tomura felt the familiar itch of his neck and fought to keep his hands from digging into the skin there. “How did you know that–?”

“You know Kurogiri takes out the trash. He buys things for you. It didn't take much to deduce you weren't using protection. Is she on birth control at least?” 

The silence gives him his answer. 

“Well that just won't do, will it?” he coos, knowing he has Tomura against a wall. “It’s alright Tomura.” He continues, solution on his tongue, sweeping the displeasure under the rug. “I will talk to the doctor and see if he can get you something for her. He will be in contact soon. I will check in again with you after.” 

There was no room for debate, no room for arguments. What he says is absolute and Tomura knows this. “Yes, father.”

—--------

The next time you meet, the air is different. Tomura is more reserved than he usually is. If you didn't know any better you would say he had been sulking. 

“What's your deal today?” you ask, flicking his forehead and biting back a smile at his halfhearted glare. 

He only shrugs, standing from his place next to you on the bed. “I have something for you.”

This piques your interests, eyebrow raised and smile dancing across your lips. “Oh? I thought you weren’t big on gifts.”

“I’m not.” He walks over to his desk, pulling out a package from one of his drawers, “but if we’re going to keep doing this like we are then you need to take these.”

He holds the case out to you, watching your eyes dart from his face to the package. “It’s birth control. We shouldn’t be reckless.”

“Oh, Tomura, no I can't take this.” you start, shaking your head, “and I can't bring this home to my parents, they would kill me. Where did you even get this from?”

“They won’t know. And my father is really good friends with our family doctor. You just take them once a day everyday and we can fuck without condoms with no problems.”

You frowned at the small box in your hand. “I don’t know. It sounds risky.”

“More risky than you turning up pregnant?”

“No, I guess not. Okay.”

His shoulders relaxed, tension leaving him. You went back to hanging out like normal.

—-----

“My parents have been getting more suspicious of Mina.” You say, falling onto the couch next to Tomura, over-buttered popcorn in your hand spilling a bit from the drop. 

“Oh, have they now?” 

You nod, taking a piece and popping it into your mouth. It was finally the weekend and Tomura promised he would watch this new thriller movie with you. 

“They say that it's not normal for me to hang out with a friend that much. Especially since they haven't seen her around as often.” you shrug, “they also aren't happy about my lack of location. I’m worried they’ll start snooping around my room next.”

Tomura places an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side and knocking more popcorn onto the couch in the process. Kurogiri will give you both an earful for the mess later.

“It’s fine. Worst case scenario we just lay low for a little bit. They can’t keep you under their thumb forever.”

He had a point, but you couldn’t ignore the pit forming in your chest. You didn’t want to have to sneak around all the time. There shouldn’t be anything keeping you from seeing who you wanted, whenever you wanted. You were an adult damn it. 

Especially not since you’ve started to feel… closer to Tomura these days. Before it was fun and things were done on a whim, but now? Now you felt sick at the thought of cutting him off. 

“If this movie blows, you owe me.” The rasp of his voice pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“It wont! The previews were really good.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He mumbled, playing the movie and reaching for the popcorn. You could only push your thoughts to the back of your mind, desperate to enjoy whatever you both had right now.

The movie was bad. It was cliche. Predictable. And Tomura was having the time of his life letting you know that. 

“And for her to go further into the house instead of just running toward the front door? Idiot.”

Your pride was too big to be put to the side. “Oh, yeah? Like you would have thought of that in the heat of the moment.”

He scoffed, “I would have.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yes huh.”

You rolled your eyes, standing from the couch, relishing in the fact that Tomura was trailing behind you. Eager to talk about the movie and more into it than he let on.

“I’m just saying, you wouldn’t have had a chance unless you’re secretly some kind of murderer and know the tricks already.”

Tomura stopped, looking at you from across the kitchen island. “Who knows? Maybe I am. Maybe your parents are right about me.” 

You can’t bite back your scoff, placing the empty popcorn bowl in the sink and looking at him with a raised brow. “Oh really?”

He leans forward, palms pressing into the island counter. 

“Yeah,” he starts, a grin spreading along his face, “maybe I'm the big bad wolf they think I am.” 

You know that he’s trying to be intimidating, trying to tease you, but the drop in his voice only goes straight to heat between your thighs. You don't know what game he’s playing at, but you could take the bait. 

“Oh no,” you exaggerate, voice raising a few octaves, “that would just be terrible!” 

He takes a step to round the island counter, but you’re faster, dashing off into a sprint further into his home. 

The home was large, but you had been in it enough to know your way around pretty well. You took the familiar path to his room, (through the living room, up the stairs). After almost losing your footing on the stairs you vowed to never make fun of the horror movie girls who always seemed to fall at the worst time. 

Your breath was ragged as you continued, hearing Tomura’s steps behind you and steadily getting closer–

“Ah!” You cried, barely making it through the doors before being tackled to the floor, mercy not being shown as Tomura grabbed your hair, pressing you further into the carpet. “Okay, okay!”

He didn't let up, instead leaning forward, lips so close to your ear you could feel them, “I told you. The movie was bad, you owe me.”

You gasp as he stands, pulling you up with him only to push you onto his bed. You were giddy with excitement, barely able to raise up before Tomura pushed you back down, reaching forward to take your shorts and panties off in one swoop. 

The cool air made you shiver as you sighed in relief. 

Tomura laughs, bringing a finger to your entrance and sliding it along your folds, “Did me chasing you really get you this wet?”

You could only whine as he pressed a finger inside, resistance minimal. 

“I guess it can’t be helped.” The drag of his finger was slow as he pressed the small of your back, knees sliding further apart and exposing yourself to him more. 

“T-tomura, please!” you cry, begging him to go faster. “More.”

“Oh? You want more? Is this not doing it for you? Could have fooled me.” He pulls his finger out, a whine on your lips before he smacks your ass, no doubt leaving a mark, and grabs your hair again. He presses your face into the pillow to muffle your cry. “Shut up. I’ll tell you when you can get more.” 

He slides two fingers in, the stretch making you bite a moan into the pillow below you. 

His pace is merciless as he fingers you, mocking his earlier slow pace. A punishment of some kind since you were so desperate for more. If you wanted more then he would give you more. 

You couldn't quiet your mewls as he met the spongy bundle of nerves inside and you could feel your inner thighs tensing in anticipation as you grew closer and closer to your end. It was so close you could taste it. 

And then there was nothing. 

Tomura was cruel. He was cruel, and evil, and so fucking mean and you wasted no time letting him know these things. Only to get a laugh in return. 

“What? Were you close?” He mocked, bringing his weight down onto your back to whisper into your ear. “Too bad.”

You felt it then, the press of his cock along your entrance and whined. Tomura was too good at this villain role he was playing and you couldn’t stop yourself from getting even more aroused from the denial. You could practically feel yourself dripping in anticipation. His cruel words sending arousal straight to your pussy.

The way he towered over you only made you more eager. Crowding your senses and sending you into overdrive as you struggled to think clearly.  As much as you wanted to press back into his erection you knew that would only make him drag it out longer. 

Tomura was currently gliding his cock between your folds, the head brushing your clit and finally giving you some kind of relief. You felt him press harder on the small of you back, bringing your hips flush with the bed as he fucked between your folds. His cock meeting your clit at every thrust. Tomura moaned at this, his erection pressed between your warm body and the soft sheets. 

“T-tomura,” you moaned, letting your head fall to the pillow below you, “I can't take it.” 

Seemingly done with teasing you and at the limit himself, Tomura listened. Backing away to line up with your dripping cunt. The pressure was relieving, a sign that you would finally get what you want. But he stops, expecting, “what do you say?”

You bite your lower lip, frustrated at needing to do more. “Please, please give it to me, Tomura.”

This satisfies him, the press of his cock finally entering you has you both sighing in satisfaction. His slow drags quickly turn into full blown thrusts as he pounds you into the bed. You feel lightweight.

Your brows furrow as your hand grips the comforter below, the pleasure was creeping up again and it was only a matter of time before the rope inside you snapped. 

You feel Tomura grip your hip so tight you know it’ll have a bruise when this is all over, and he leans forward. Lips in their familiar place by your ear, “yeah, take it. Take it like a good girl.” 

It was impossible to stop the whimper as you felt Tomura’s thrusts getting more erratic. The warmth of his chest is comforting as he crowds over you. Feeling Tomura come undone is almost as satisfying as your own undoing. 

The way he bites your shoulder to quiet his own groans leaves you breathless. The pain mixes with the pleasure and you can keep yourself from crying out. You squeeze your eyes shut as your release washes over you, gripping his bedsheets below for dear life as the wind is knocked from you and the erratic thrusts inside you reach a new high. 

Tomura’s deep groan is the only warning you get before you feel the familiar twitch of his cock and warmth spread across your insides. His hips stutter as he rides out his orgasm, placing gentle kisses and licks onto your shoulder. Trailing those kisses up your shoulder and onto your neck, warmth tracing along the areas. 

He drops his head onto your shoulder, giving himself a moment before pulling back and out of you. You shiver as the once full feeling leaves you, cum trailing behind and onto his sheets, now in dire need of washing. 

This part is always your favorite.

It's soft, it's slow and it's calm.

Like there's nothing else outside of this room. No responsibilities, no time limit on a relationship, nothing. It's just you. It's just him and it’s all you want right now. You let yourself relax in tomura’s cloudlike bed, eyes falling shut. You’re surrounded by the cozy feeling and soft smell of his scent on the pillow. 

You could feel the fuzz of sleep taking over your brain and fought desperately to keep it at bay. You knew once you woke up reality would be knocking on your door. 

Your worries dissipate as you feel warm fingers brush your hair. 

You turn towards him and meet ruby red. Tomura was looking at you. Tomura was looking through you. It sent heat to your cheeks as you looked back. You close your eyes, leaning into his gentle touch. Tomura was very touchy. Like his hands could make up for the things his mouth couldn't say. You didn’t press or pry, it didn’t feel like your place. 

Tomura has always had his own way of opening up when he needed to. 

So for now you just enjoyed the feelings, enjoyed the butterflies dancing in your stomach and the feather light touch in your hair. You feel the press of lips to your temple and don't bother to hold back your smile as you drift off to sleep.

—----

You're putting on your shoes when you notice it. A compartment in your overnight bag was opened. One that you swore you had zipped closed before heading over. 

“Hey,” Tomura calls, from his place at his desk and breaking your train of thought. He reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a packet. “I have your dose for next month.”

You’ve become very familiar with the small pack of birth control pills over the last month. “Oh,  thanks.”

Tomura hums, attention falling back onto his pc and the youtube video playing on it, “Yeah, give me the old package.”

You take the item from his distracted hand and begin rummaging through your overnight bag. 

You frown, “I'm looking for it. It should be in my bag, I swear I brought it with me.” You feel your anxiety spike as you empty all of the contents of your cream colored bag, going as far as to turn it inside out. No pills.

Shigaraki isn’t bothered. “You may have left it at your place. It's fine. Just bring it to me when you find it and I'll get rid of it.”

“No, that's what I'm worried about. I know I put them in here.” Your heart sinks, you don't think they would stoop as low as to go through your overnight bag, but you know better. Your father knows no boundaries. 

Fuck.

—----

You make it home a little after the sun has set and you thank the stars that the living room is empty on your arrival. 

Actually, the entire house feels empty on your arrival. Your abdomen feels full of lead as you trek through your dark home. Too dark for the time of day. 

You could turn tail and run now. Quit while you're ahead and avoid whatever may be waiting for you, but you know that’s an over exaggeration. There could be nothing wrong. You steel yourself and continue to your room. 

The strip of light pouring from underneath your closed door has your palms sweaty as you swallow your nerves. You push your bedroom door open to be met with

Nothing. 

It is as empty as your home and you almost kick yourself for being so theatrical. You huff a sigh as you place your bag down and walk towards your bed. You're not sure how it slipped your sight the first time, but now you’re close enough and cannot ignore the note placed on your neatly made bed.

A note, handwritten and from your parents, with your empty container of birth control pills placed on top of it.

[toxicanonymity]

canopy

1.5k / joel miller x fem!reader / master list

One shot (update: sequel)

Anons: he sneaks into her room at night to do it and her dad comes in to check on her at some point cause he thought he heard her "crying" so joel has to hide (under the covers with his cock still inside her or his mouth on her???) and she has to try and stay cool and collected til he leaves. WARNINGS: I8+ MDNI. Non outbreak AU, girthy age gap (reader >18), grinding, Unsafe P in V sex. Creampie. Swaddling / cockwarming.

“I dunno if you can take it, baby,” he whispers as he presses his ample hardness into the back of your silky nightgown. Joel is spooning you in your childhood bedroom, and he’s being a tease.

“What?? You know I can,” you protest quietly. You've taken it before. You're squirming with desire as your canopy flutters in the breeze of your open window.  

“Not without makin’ a fuss you can’t,” he murmurs into your hair as he slides his hand downward and presses himself into you again with a grunt.  Growing up, having a canopy on your bed made you feel like a princess. Now Joel does. Tonight, you brought down the side curtains and snuck him in.

“I’ll be quiet,” you whine, "promise."

Your hips rock into his massive hand, his flattened fingers already dripping with your desire. He rhythmically thrusts against you, big and hard. You're throbbing, aching to be filled. Your body is electric with need for him. You’d give anything to have him inside you.

“Not quiet.  Silent,” he mutters gruffly.  You get butterflies at the sound of his promising words.

You nod and don’t say a word. 

“Good girl.” 

He slips his cock between your thighs and your breath hitches.  He thrusts into the pocket of your thighs against your wet cunt, his cock sliding up to your clit and hitting his hand on the other side.  You're overwhelmed with arousal and barely able to stay quiet.  You want to beg, but he won’t hesitate to freeze if you even make a peep.  He thrusts slowly with the softest grunts muffled by your hair. Each time his cock reaches your clit you throb worse for him. 

Desperate to earn penetration, you focus and manage to be silent.  The only sound is his heavy breathing and the squish of his hard cock between your thighs, grinding wetly against your cunt, driving you crazy with desire.  

“Doin’ great, baby,” he whispers.  “Nice ‘n quiet.  Hear your pussy beggin’ for me.” 

You nod and release a breath you were holding.  

“You can take it quiet?” 

You nod. 

“Want this cock inside you?”

You nod. 

“With your parents down the hall?” 

You nod again. 

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. 

-

Joel slides his stiff length against your wet heat again and when he pulls back, he stops with the tip at your wet little hole.  You tilt your hips and he nestles the weeping head of his cock in line with your entrance, his hand nudging his shaft until he’s lined up just right. He slowly pushes half into you and you sharply inhale as his girth parts your core. He retreats an inch or two and slides his free hand under your neck, then clamps it over your mouth as he plunges into you full force and you moan into his hand. Even with his hand to stifle you, it's audible.

He freezes with his cock all the way inside you and growls, “What’d I say, princess?”

-

There are footsteps in the hall, approaching your door. Then your father’s voice.  “You okay, sweetie?”

Joel’s cock twitches inside you as he slowly removes his fingers from your mouth.  His heart pounds against your back.  “Yeah, Dad.”

“You sure? Thought I heard you cry.”  He pushes the door handle and cracks the door. 

“No, I’m fine, just a cough."

"it didn't sound like-"

"Please, I'm trying to sleep.”

“Sorry sweetie. Lemme know if you need anything, okay? It’s nice havin’ you home.” 

“Okay, dad.” 

“Good night.” 

-

“Night,” you say and Joel’s hand covers your mouth again as his cock slowly begins to withdraw.  

He grants you one more thrust, filling you to the brim with his girth, then he slowly pulls out and your temples feel weak. The hand on your clit slides up to cup your breast over your nightgown and the hand on your mouth loosens.  

You whine, “Joel, please,” still muffled slightly by his hand, which he then takes away.

Joel sighs.  “Not if you can’t handle it, princess.” 

You whisper,  “So you’re gonna lie here doing nothing until it’s safe to leave?”

“You know the rules.” 

You turn around and face him with angry eyes.  He looks bemused.  You reach down and grab his wet, hard cock. “I don’t like the rules,” you whisper. 

-

You crawl down the bed and he rolls onto his back, watching you.  You straddle his knees, dip your head down, and hover your mouth over his cock, looking up at him. You wrap your hand around the base and he raises his eyebrows.  You take the tip into your mouth and taste your own juices.  You lazily tongue the shaft.  You hold it loosely in your hand and even looser with your mouth, barely grazing it with your lips and tongue. He inhales a chest full of air and softly grunts at the top before letting it out. “Tryin’ to make me sorry, this ain’t the way,” he chuckles in a whisper, lifting his hips into your mouth.  

You crawl up his body with your knees straddling his thighs, then his hips, with your little nightgown skimming his cock on the way.  Then you stop with your wet cunt lightly grazing his cock.  He looks at you sternly, but when you make eye contact, his face softens to curiosity.  His chest rises and falls as you press your front against his shaft, wedging his hard dick between your bodies.  He slightly raises his knees behind your back.  You roll your slippery seam against his cock and slip a hand into your nightgown to massage your breast.  You watch a dark hunger overtake his face as your clit twitches against him. 

Joel shoots upright and wraps one arm around you, bracing the other hand behind him on the bed.  He leans back to hoist you onto his cock and covers your mouth with his own as he impales you, come what may.   You whimper quietly at the force and girth of the intrusion. He stuffs your mouth with his tongue then his lips suck firmly against yours, swallowing your moan.   You begin to regain your composure and he breaks the kiss to breathe heavily against your cheek. He tilts his pelvis down, pulling out half way, then lifts his hips into you, bottoming out again with a sigh. His strong arm holds you steady as he fucks you from the bottom. 

Joel leans back, resting his head on a stack of pillows, and brings you with him.  Your nipples harden against his soft t-shirt. He holds you still and thrusts into you, bouncing you on his cock as you’re both laid on your bed, you on top of him. Your head bobs up next to his with every thrust and you bite your lip to not make a sound. The springs of the mattress creak rhythmically.

He tightens his arm around you, holding you close to his chest, then lifts himself up with one forearm and flips you onto your back, still packed full of his cock. The silhouette of his face is gorgeous at this angle. With more control on top, his thrusts are smoother and deeper. He kisses you again as he accelerates his pace but still holds back to avoid rocking the bed.  You moan ever so quietly into his mouth as you feel yourself about to come on his cock.  “I’m-” you whisper.  

“Quiet for me. You can do it, baby.” You pinch your eyes shut and try your hardest.  

“Take a deep breath,” he says. "Hold it when you're there." Once you’re holding your breath, he grinds his pelvis into your clit as your hips lift into his and the head of his cock prods your g-spot.  You exhale as you unravel. Your clit pulses and your walls choke his cock.  "Breathe," he says between heavy breaths of his own. "Keep breathin', baby'." You take deep breaths and manage not to vocalize as your cunt flutters around him.  

“Good girl,” he says, still fucking you through it.  “You did so good, baby,” he whispers earnestly as he smoothly thrusts into you. He slowly, silently fucks you as you recover, then his breath becomes shaky and he says,  “Feel it comin'?" His brow furrows and a drop of sweat falls onto your neck.

You nod.

"Want it bad, don't ya?"

You nod again. You always want him to come inside.

"Can't get enough of it, can ya?"

You shake your head.

"Good, 'cause it's a lot, baby.”  He plunges to the hilt and pulses massively.  You breathe and sigh quietly as he empties his balls into you. You close your eyes and writhe under him with aftershocks. "God damn, baby," he breathes. "You love it when I fill ya up."

He starts to pull out and you whisper, "Don't."

"Okay, princess." He rolls onto his back again and takes you with him still joined by his cock.

You rest on top of him and he strokes your shoulder softly until you drift off.  You only wake up when his softening cock slips out of you and he gently rolls you onto your back again.  He tucks you in and says, “Night, princess.” He plants a kiss on your forehead then on your lips before he sneaks back out your window.  

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[nxuvillette]

hanma + jealousy / possessive sex at some type of party?! maybe he overheard some guys talking about you… smirks evilly

❥- note: nonnie this made my brain cook i had to make a drabble with this !! nsfw under the cut !!

content warnings: nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, established relationship, mentions of alcohol consumption, jealous / possessive behavior, bathroom sex, jealous sex, use of pet names (babydoll , doll), breeding kink

hanma shuji never really batted an eye when it came to men and how they brought you up. he was a confident man who knew at the end of the day, you were always going to be his. he never felt threatened by another man’s presence or words, and he trusted you. there was no need for him to get angry over things that were out of his control.

well, except for tonight.

the two of you both came to a party kisaki was hosting. you wore a pretty silk dress that was the color of the night sky. hanma thought you looked beautiful in your outfit. you never failed to take his breath away. it was going well, too. everyone that night was so polite and nothing seemed to be going wrong, until hanma stood near a few men who were speaking about you. it struck hanma as odd because these men didn’t seem familiar to you, nor him, so he wondered what they were buzzing about.

“haha, yeah, (y/n)? she’s fuckin’ hot.”

“fuck, i’d love to see what’s under that dress. i bet she’s got a nice ass..”

“why don’t you go find out? i don’t think she has a man..”

“heh, i might just give it a try. i might give her some good dick if she’s real nice..”

something snapped inside of your boyfriend. he wasn’t sure if it was because he was tired from work or the whiskey that was surging through his veins, but one thing was for sure, he was going to prevent any of those men from even breathing next to you that evening.

hanma didn’t even utter a word to you as he shoved you into the bathroom at the banquet you were at. he didn’t give two shits if any of those guests had to use it, he was going to have his way with you. he wasted no time pushing your panties to the side and placing you on the bathroom counter. your body was so perfect. he never got tired of how sexy you looked whenever your cunt was dripping wet for him.

“h-hanma..! what if someone hears..? or tries to come in..?!” you were trying your best to resist, but your body was betraying you.

hanma unbuckled his belt, seemingly showing no worry behind his expression. “who gives a fuck? let those assholes outside know who’s the one fucking your brains out, yeah, doll?” he looked into your doe eyes that he loved so fucking much.

you just nodded and gave into that ache between your thighs. once hanma entered you, your vision saw stars and you could hardly keep yourself composed. he knew how to fuck you just right. whether it was fixing your attitude or giving you dick for being a good girl, he knew your body better than anyone else.

hanma’s hips snapped at a quick pace. your juices leaked onto the counter below you, and your back was now pressed up against the mirror. his eyes never left yours as he pumped his cock into your weeping cunt. “fuck.. yeah, you like that, babydoll? shit.. this pussy is all mine, yeah? you fuckin’ love when i fuck you?” he gritted his teeth as he spoke the final sentence, making you body shudder from how sexy it sounded.

your hands placed themselves onto his shoulders, holding onto him while he completely ravaged you. “y-yes! god, yes! shuji!” you whined, pressing your forehead against his sweaty. “‘m all yours!”

hanma couldn’t stop the smirk from forming on his features. you were just so fucking cute. he never thought he’d take you inside of a bathroom with your cute little dress, crying his name like it was a prayer. all he needed was you at the end of the night. his favorite girl just where he wanted her.

no one could ever be better than him. those men who spoke about you should have known better to mess with you and say such disgusting things. hell, they probably wouldn’t be able to fuck you the way he does. they wouldn’t know a damn clue about how to make you cum so hard you can hardly form sentences. you were his. it didn’t matter who might have you next.

hanma’s hips stuttered as he felt his cock beginning to twitch inside of you. that release he had been chasing was finally creeping up on him, and all he wanted was to let go inside you. “i’m gonna cum..” he groaned, squeezing your hips as he felt you reach your orgasm. “fuck.. ‘gonna fill this pretty pussy.. might give ya a baby while i’m at it..”

you let out a loud cry of pleasure at the sensation of his cum filling your cunt. a thick load made its way into your womb, sending chills down your spine from the feeling. god, he felt so fucking amazing you could cry from it.

he leaned into your face, kissing your lips and cupping your cheek. “you’re mine.. don’t forget that, babydoll.” he then kissed you again, making sure you were satisfied.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

more gf ethan

This has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Enjoy!

Games like these are my favorite to read. If you have any fic recommendations, let me know

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After binging all the Stab movies, you found a new kink to add to your list. Some would say it’s a little dark and twisted, but you didn’t care. Ethan was willing to play and that’s all that mattered.

‘’What am I gonna do with you?’’ Ethan asked, his pretty face covered with a Ghostface mask as he sat over your hips with the blunt side of his knife right under your chin.  

You feigned fear and innocence with your eyes as you looked back at him. ‘’Are you going to kill me, Mr. Ghostface?’’ 

The knife pressed harder on your skin, forcing you to tilt your chin up as he shook his head slowly. ‘’You’re too pretty to end up gutted like a fish.’’ 

Ethan slid his other hand up the surface of your stomach, following the path to your breasts. You were visibly not wearing a bra, the peak of your nipples showing through the material and making Ethan grunt under his mask. Unable to resist, he rubbed his thumb over a nipple and pinched it. 

He pulled down the neckline, his palm closing around one bare breast. ‘’Mmh, that’s a nice pair of tits you have there.’’ You arched into his rough caress, a surprised yelp slipping when he slapped it. Ethan watched as it bounced, a red mark appearing on your skin. ‘’I bet they’ll look pretty when they bounce as I pound into your tight little pussy.’’ 

You whimpered at the words, your core aching at the anticipation of him stretching you, filling you all the way up. 

‘’You want that?’’ he asked, rocking his lower body against you, making you feel his erection in his pants. ‘’You want my big cock to destroy your little pussy?’’ 

A wicked grin curled on your lips with a matching gleam in your eyes. ‘’Yes.’’ You wanted his naked body rubbing against yours. You wanted him inside you…with the costume on. ‘’Please fuck me, Mr. Ghostface.’’ 

Ethan’s cock swelled at your request and he dropped his knife, snapping out of character. It was difficult for him to stay in his act when all he wanted to do was to drop his pants and let you use him, but he agreed to play. 

He took a deep breath and returned into character. ‘’Let’s play a game first.’’ Ethan picked his knife back and spinned with agility. ‘’I’m gonna ask a trivia question and if you answer right, I’ll give you what you want. If not…I’m gonna grab a fistful of your hair and force my cock down your throat like you're my little bitch and have you choke on it.’’

In all honesty, you didn’t mind any of those situations. You’ll take his cock whichever way he gave it to you. 

You moaned softly and nodded. 

Under his shy and dorky appearance, Ethan had a mouth for dirty talking. He didn’t look like he’d be this way, but it’s always the quiet ones, right? He could have you a needy whimpering mess and nearly coming from him just using his words on you. 

‘’First question. What does the demon that possesses the little girl in The Exorcist tells the priest when he tries to exorcise her?’’

They do quite a bit of talking in the movie, but if Ethan picked this question, you figured there must be one particular line he wanted you to say. You raked your brain, then it hit you. Ethan always quotes that part when you watch it together and it cracks the both of you up. 

‘’Your mother sucks cocks in hell!’’

 Ethan slowly lifted his hand to run the tip of his knife across your cheek. ‘’Now, now, that's not a way to talk about my dead mother…’’ 

You quickly corrected yourself. ‘’No! I’m not saying— Reagan! That's what she tells the priest!’’ 

Ethan brought a finger to your lips, shutting you up. ‘’I know.’’ He wanted to kiss you, but resisted and dragged his knife down your chest, running it down your cami and tearing it in half, exposing the rest of your upper half to him. ‘’Do I have to do it with these too?’’ He tapped his knife over your panties. 

Feeling the cool metal through the lace, your breathing started to speed up and you pressed your thighs together, turned on by the act.

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Wrong Chat: 5

Johnny x AFAB!Reader | TF141 x AFAB!Reader

Masterlist | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

MDNI!!!

After John dropped you off at home the following morning, Johnny was on you before you could even fully open the front door, giggling as he was rambling about whether or not you saw his texts. You did, John had helped you in the shower 45 minutes ago to itch the scratch you couldn't reach after reading all the guys desperate texts. "Johnny, let me at least set my bags down."

"Don't be late sergeant!" John hollered as he got back into his truck heading to base, laughing as he watch Johnny pawing and groping you into the front door. John knew very well his sergeant was going to be late and had already planed to set up arrangements to cover for him, it was the least he could do for him.

"Those pictures made last night so lonely bonnie, such a little tease." He whispered against your ear huffing, humping his hips into yours groaning when you moved you leg up and onto his waist.

"Thought you would enjoy them baby." You said between each sloppy kiss, his tongue filling your mouth, hands holding your ass and lifting you up.

"Fuck, I did, so much. Was so jealous of that first picture, John's face right between these heavenly thighs. Yer taste flooding my mind while I rutted into my hand." You moaned pushing into him, "Did ye have a good night with him? He take care of my girl?"

"Yes, god he did baby, took such good care of me." You giggled as he huffed against you, hips rutting persistently to your core, "Had me cumming so much last night."

"Fuck, good, good man he is, knew he would take care ye bonnie. Tol' ye they all would." You started pushing his sweat pants down a moan catching in your throat at the sight of his red tip, cock ready.

"Come on, just fill me up, can't have you running to late." You laughed as he bounced you up and raced his way upstairs, "Carefully Johnny!" Tugging your shirt off after he dropped you onto the bed, he pulled your leggings off, pulling your ass right to the edge of the bed he kicked off his sweats.

"So damn pretty bonnie." Rubbing the tip of his aching cock along your slit, he tapped it on your clit before sliding it down and into you moaning. "So warm. Gonna make me cum already." Ploughing his hips down into you, he swirled his thumb over your clit, using every move in his caliber he knows that will get you right at the edge with him.

"Oh shit Johnny, baby, that's it!" You moaned, moving your hips with him feeling your cunt start to tighten around him you arched up, pulling at the sheet groaning with him as you both came, still after a moment, catching your breath. "Jesus."

Chuckling, he pulled out of you and dragged your body up the bed, "Get comfy bonnie, I'm goin to take a quick shower before heading out. Ye'll be here when I get off right?"

Smiling as he brought your blanket up over you, moving some hair from your face you curled up, wiggling your hips a little as you felt a mix of John's and now Johnny's cum sliding down your thigh. "Sure baby." Closing your eyes and snuggling into the pillows while Johnny kissed your temple and went about getting ready for work.

---

Lounging in the living room flipping through channels before settling on movie you looked at your phone as it rang. Smiling you pick up, "Hey Kyle. What's goin on?"

"Hey gorgeous, what are you doin?"

"Just found a movie to watch, sitting in the living room, waiting for Johnny to get home."

"Hmm, movie night, well good thing I bought some snacks on the way here."

"Here?" You turned around moving the living room curtain slightly and sure enough, he was walking up the side walk, waving his hand up showing you the few bags he had. "Oh my god." Getting up you made your way to the front door and opened it smiling as he came up the steps.

"So you didn't see my texts that I was coming over huh?" He asked smiling leaning down and giving you a quick kiss to your cheek.

"No, but its a nice surprise, and I do love surprises." You said also kissing his cheek, "Come on." Letting him in you smiled as he kicked his shoes off and went to the living room to set the bags on the coffee table before going into the kitchen. "You bring me some good snacks then?"

"All your favorites, and some drinks." As he walked back in he sat by you setting the glasses down pouring your favorite pop/juice into them handing you a glass, pulling your feet up to his lap. Pulling the throw blanket from the back of the couch he laid it over your lap massaging your feet, ankles and shins. Half way through the movie you had slid further down and he ended up laying beside you, squeezing and rubbing your hips. Feeling so warm and relaxed against him you wound up falling asleep head resting on his extended arm, light snores also lulling him to a slumber.

Waking up a few hours later you rubbed your eyes at the shining light coming from the kitchen, you squited before humming and smiling, "Hi Johnny."

"Hi bonnnie, looked awfully comfortable, I didn't want to wake ye." He said walking into the living room and squatting in front of you, kissing your nose then lips he smiling sitting back on his hunches. "Always so pretty." Smiling back at him you nuzzled his hand that was stroking your cheek. Kissing his fingers you hummed has you looked into his eyes, he had a certain gleam in his eyes as he grinned at you, his other hand drifting under the blanket to your thigh, smirking at the exposed skin. Having worn shorts you looked down, watching the shift of the blanket, his fingers sliding up the apex of your thigh, under your shorts and teased the lips of your cunt. Gasping as he caught your clit between his fingers and slightly twisted, slipping the tip of his fingers into you, your arousal quickly coating them. Moving your leg, knee peeking out from under the blanket, you held his hand to your cheek biting your lip trying to hold back from grinding your hips into not only his fingers but Kyle's hips, who was still sleeping peacefully beside you...to your knowledge.

Feeling dizzy with excitement you let your leg drop the side of the couch, the wet squelching of your cunt around his fingers now filling the living room. Johnny moved himself down to between your legs, laying his upper half down and pulled your shorts to the side, stretching them, moving your leg even more groaning into your folds before practically making out with your hole.

"Quite the sight to wake up to." Clenching around Johnny's tongue you turned your head and looked at Kyle, blushing.

"S-sorry." You moaned, wiggling your hips against Johnny's mouth, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize gorgeous, I'm enjoying the show." He said smirking, stretching a bit beside you. "I would never mind waking up to the sound of your sweet moans." Arching up you keened, Johnny's tongue driving you over the edge, twisting your fingers into his mohawk while gripping Kyle's collar and bringing him to you to kiss, tongues intertwining, your moans and whimpers muffled against his lips, blissful with the feel of his hands inching up Johnny's sweater you had on, before cupping your breast and rolling your nipple. The ripple in your core intensifying the longer they stimulated your body.

Gasping as you pulled back from Kyle, you glanced down as Johnny pulled back, "Fucking delicious bonnie." He kissed your thighs and hips before standing up and adjusting himself, "I'm going to go pick up dinner, Gaz, I'm right to guess ye'll be staying?" He said smirking making his way to the front door.

"If I'm welcome to."

"Of course you are." You said tracing his jaw and lips, "Don't be gone long Johnny."

"I'll be back shortly." He said leaving, closing the door behind him.

You turned fully to Kyle, "Sorry for the way we woke you."

"I really don't mind gorgeous." As he kissed your temples you melted into him, Kyle is so sweet with you, although he never pushes affection with you, he does make the first move, always kissing you, holding you, but he knows and has learned your ques of how much you can take before needing to stop. His sweet words always wrapping around your mind, coaxing you to melt into him, feel him, see him.

"You're so sweet, sometimes feels too sweet to be real." You said smiling at him, kissing him again, the kiss was slow and passionate, your hands now roaming him, feeling warm. "No sex, but I do want to feel you." You whispered against his lips looking into his warm eyes waiting.

"Feel me then." He said guiding your hand under his shirt, reconnecting his lips with yours. Your fingers traced his abs, tracing a circle around his nipple before trailing down and undoing his belt and pants sliding your hand in. "Seems unfair." He groaned feeling your fingers wrap around his shaft, also sliding his hand into your shorts to he worked his fingers into you, following your pace, both your moans and panting mixing between your bodies. Lifting your leg over his thigh you gasped with him looking into his eyes, mouth agape as you ground your core into his fingers, mind blanking as you came, hand stuttering on his length simultaneously feeling his cock twitch in your hand, his spend spurting onto your wrist and his boxers.

Cuddling again with him, mind wander through your relations with everyone, you're quickly finding that you are blindly falling for these men, Johnny beside you ever step of the way, very encouraging and enthusiastic. Supportive even, which makes you comfortable to embrace the others advances and promises. Making small patterns on his hand you smiled up at Johnny as he walked through the door, bags of Chinese take out in his hands.

"Dinner time lovers, up and at 'em."

Part 6

[melodygatesauthor]

Hii!! Happy early birthday <3 I hope im not too late. Its still march 12th on my side lol

Could i please request an f reader with steven grant and the prompt “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

A Big Mistake

Steven Grant X f!Reader

Hi Nonnie! Idk why but I pictured brat tamer! Steven when I came up with this drabble. I hope you liked it!

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, brat tamer Steven, orgasm delay, cock warming, creampie, p in v, meanie Steven.

Word Count: 659

It was clear now that you’d made a huge mistake in underestimating sweet little Steven’s knack for brat taming. When you mocked him after a hard day at work, and he told you to watch your tone (in a not so playful way), you didn’t think the eye roll that followed would land you in the position you found yourself in shortly after.

Steven was sitting at the foot of the bed, with you sheathing his erection deep in your slick channel, back leaning against his heaving chest, completely dependent on him for any small bit of friction. Your legs were hanging on either side of his thighs, unable to reach the ground. If he didn’t thrust into you, then you weren’t going to get any of the stimulation that you so desperately craved.

He had one large hand around your delicate throat, and the other was between your legs, two thick fingers just barely brushing against your sensitive clit.

“Steven, please.” You begged with a needy whine to follow, “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, love, it's only been a minute. I need to make sure you learned your lesson, yeah?” He was breathing heavily in your ear.

You nodded, “yeah, yes.”

You sounded so pathetic, not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting Steven to believe that you were sincerely apologetic for the way you mocked and sassed him earlier. You were so wet. Your entire body was sensitive under his touch, all you needed was for him to move…even just a little.

“Good, that’s real good darling.” He hummed while his cock pulsated softly inside of you. “You really think you’re something don’t you? Rolling your eyes at me like that.”

“It was dumb. Mm, shouldn’t have done that to you, I’m so sorry.” You shifted your hips, he gripped you tighter.

Even just that little bit felt so fucking good. You whimpered, feeling so helpless and aching with your dripping arousal. Everything underneath you was so slick. You were shocked he didn’t just slide out.

“That’s enough, I told you to stay still. I can get myself off just thinking about you…” his cock throbbed as though to prove his point, “if you want to be rewarded you’d better behave, right?” You’d never heard Steven’s tone so dark.

“Y-yes.”

“Right, I know you can be good f’me.”

Steven let out a moaning growl that rumbled from deep within his chest. He moved his fingers around your clit, not enough to achieve your release, but enough to make your desire grow. You let out a groan, one that compelled Steven to kiss the soft skin of your neck. You felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“Not gonna have you actin’ like that anymore, like a little brat. I put up with enough shit at work, not gonna have you doing it too yeah?”

You gasped as he started moving faster, “yeah, yes anything you want Steven I’ll do it I promise. I’ll be good.”

“Thought so.” He started churning his hips, the head of his cock rubbed against a spot deep inside you that brought you to the brink within seconds. “You’re lucky it was me you did that to, Jake and Marc wouldn’t have been so forgiving love.”

“Thank you, baby, thank you so much.” You were almost in tears. It felt so good.

“Next time I won’t be so nice, go ahead and let go for me, wanna feel it.” His cock hardened and stilled while he started painting your walls white.

Steven’s moan was rough against your ear. That’s all you needed to reach your own orgasm. Between his dexterous fingers working over your clit, and his thick cock sliding upward into you, you were trembling over him, cunt crashing around his girth in waves. He kissed and licked your neck while you nearly screamed from the sensations coursing through you.

You’d do your best not to upset Steven ever again.

Moon Knight Masterlist

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 16 - Piercing

For @ragnarlothcat ~ 🥰

Cater To You Rating: E Content: Established Relationship Explicit Sexual Content / Anal Sex / Cock Piercing / Genital Piercing / Piercings / Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi / Top Anakin Skywalker / When your former padawan pierces his dick for your pleasure

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“What… what is that?”

Anakin paused with his trousers half-way down his thighs and looked between his legs. He glanced back up at Obi-Wan and broke out into a huge grin. “That’s my cock, Obi-Wan.” Shedding the rest of his clothes, he jumped on to the bed and knelt next to Obi-Wan. “It’s only been a month; have you already forgotten what it looks like?”

Obi-Wan resisted the urge to shove Anakin off of the bed and instead grabbed Anakin’s hips, angling him so he could get a better look at his cock as it bobbed between his legs. There, right at the base of the head of his cock were two silver balls that glittered in the light of the lamp.

“Is that a piercing?” Obi-Wan asked, eyes locked on to the equally infuriating and arousing image in front of him.

Anakin’s little chuckle brought Obi-Wan’s attention back on to him, and he teased his tongue between his teeth as he wiggled his hips a little. “You like?”

“Why did you pierce your cock?”

Anakin shrugged, his smile dropping slightly. “I dunno - I thought it’d look nice.”

“But you pierced your cock.”

“I know.”

“If you wanted to have your delayed rebellious phase, why not go out and pierce your tongue or eyebrow?”

“I mean, now that you mention it, a tongue piercing—”

“Anakin.”

When Obi-Wan had been sent away on a mission that required his absence from Coruscant for almost a month, the most he expected to come back to was perhaps Anakin’s hair being a little longer, or his room having been half-burned down from some electrical fire caused by ill-planned droid experimentation, or maybe even Anakin and Ahsoka being in jail after doing something terribly foolish.

What he hadn’t expected was to come back to his former Padawan’s cock having been pierced.

Anakin relaxed back down on the bed and peered at Obi-Wan through his thick lashes. A blush had spread across his cheeks, pink and delightful, and when he spoke again his voice was lower, the sound of it settling in Obi-Wan’s belly like a fire. “I picked this piercing because I heard it makes your partner feel good. It catches, you see… on your rim, as I’m moving my cock in and out of you…”

Obi-Wan swallowed and looked back down. One of the balls was coated in Anakin’s precome, shimmering and tempting. Anakin’s cock twitched slightly at Obi-Wan’s attention, and Obi-Wan swallowed again.

“Is it healed?” he asked. He ignored the return of Anakin’s grin.

“Mostly. Still aches a little if I play with it too much, but I’ve been applying bacta gel regularly and it looks and feels healed.”

“And if you fuck me, it won’t hurt you?”

Anakin slid on to Obi-Wan’s lap and settled. Broad hands fanned along Obi-Wan’s chest and then up, Anakin cupping the back of his head and tilting Obi-Wan slightly so he was forced to look up at him. He smiled then, soft and sweet. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Obi-Wan, but I can assure you that you won’t hurt me.”

A sigh slipped past Obi-Wan’s lips, and he swept Anakin up in a deep kiss. His laughter tasted like candy across Obi-Wan’s lips and tongue, the sound of it like the pop of bubbles in a fizzy drink. Wrapping his arms around him, he tossed Anakin down onto the bed, rolling with him so that they didn’t have to part for a second. He swallowed up Anakin’s breath, desperate to just be with Anakin in all the ways he could after being without for so long.

Reaching down between them, Obi-Wan began to jerk Anakin off, his grip firm and steady as he played with his balls before sliding his hand up his length, landing at the piercings. His ministrations stuttered then, the sensation of coming across something warm and smooth and clearly synthetic still a surprise though Obi-Wan had expected it. Before Anakin had just been him - no fussing, no trappings, no extras. But now there was something else on him not made of matter or flesh, but of something else.

Something else that Obi-Wan was keen to feel inside.

Anakin moaned into Obi-Wan’s mouth as he continued to play with his cock-head and the piercing just below. Pulling away so that he could listen to Anakin in full, Obi-Wan marvelled down at him, soaking in his expressions from the furrow of his brow to the parting of his kiss-bruised lips, the flush to his cheeks and the curls that clung to his sweaty brow and the sides of his neck. Bracing himself on his elbow he continued to stroke Anakin’s cock, eyes falling further downward to watch as he covered the head with his palm before sliding back down, revealing the piercings once more.

“They look good, right?” Anakin asked, another whimper slipping past when Obi-Wan pressed his thumb into the slit of his cock, dragging out more precome.

“I think so,” Obi-Wan mumbled. “Though this is your cock we’re admiring. You could dress it up with a little hat and a suit and I’d still think it looked good.”

Anakin’s laughter was cut short when Obi-Wan began playing with the piercings again, pushing into the balls with the pad of his thumb before wrapping his hand around his length and stroking him again, rubbing against the silver jewellery on the up and down-swing.

“If you let me fuck you on your knees, I can probably slide the piercing along your prostate…”

The suggestion itself was lewd, but coming from Anakin’s lips it sounded almost innocent. He glanced back up at Anakin and noted the sudden hesitation in his eyes - as if he thought Obi-Wan would baulk at the idea of having extra prostate stimulation.

“If I let you fuck me on my knees,” he repeated idly. Pursing his lips he pretended to mull it over before he smiled at Anakin. “I suppose we could do that…”

Anakin grinned and sat up, batting Obi-Wan’s hand away as he went to rummage in the side table. He pulled out a bottle of lube and turned back to Obi-Wan with a glint in his eyes. “Assume the position, soldier.”

In what Obi-Wan thought was a remarkable feat of self-control, he only gently batted Anakin’s arm before he did as instructed, his eye-rolls contained to a minimum. Bracing his hands on the bed, Obi-Wan spread his legs and hissed when a dollop of lube was slid down his crack. Immediately Anakin was parting his cheeks, hands firm as he spread him open and started rubbing the lube against his hole. It had been some time since he’d had anything penetrate him, his interest in anal only really extending to when he was with Anakin. Alone it just didn’t feel quite as good - not as fulfilling as when it was Anakin behind him, his hands on him, tongue and cock in him, attention focused entirely on Obi-Wan’s most intimate of spaces.

He groaned when Anakin slipped one of his mechno-fingers inside, the cool sensation of the metal reminding him of what he was about to enjoy very shortly. Relaxing best he could, he ducked his head and watched as his cock swayed between his legs while Anakin’s thighs framed his own. It was probably indecent of him to enjoy the image so much, and yet he bit back the sudden swell of shame and instead enjoyed the vision before him.

Eventually Anakin added a second and then a third, his flesh hand rubbing soothing circles along Obi-Wan’s low back, touch steady despite the flicker of impatience felt in their bond. Sighing again, Obi-Wan relaxed as much as he could and pushed back, assuring Anakin with touch alone that he was ready.

“Go slow,” Obi-Wan instructed over his shoulder as Anakin slicked himself up. “I want to feel all of it as it goes in.”

“Right, okay,” Anakin said, already breathless.

Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip when he felt the head of Anakin’s cock press against his entrance, and he lowered his upper half down onto his forearms, forehead pressed against the mattress as Anakin very slowly breached the tight ring of muscles. As soon as the unfamiliar drag of the piercing slid across his rim, Obi-Wan’s toes curled and his cock throbbed, a stream of precome sliding out the tip to stain the mattress.

“Pull out again and then push back in - just a little. Just fuck me with the tip for a bit,” Obi-Wan panted out.

“Yes, Master…”

He let out an uncharacteristic whimper as Anakin started doing as he asked, moving in and out in maddeningly shallow thrusts. The head of Anakin’s cock breached his rim again and again, the roll of the beaded piercing sliding along it, catching and dragging, before Anakin pulled out just enough to repeat the process. The piercing felt both foreign and familiar like when Anakin played with his rim, the tip of his tongue sliding along the tight ring of muscle, or the pad of his thumb catching on it just a little, pulling him open just enough where Obi-Wan felt both exposed and protected.

Rolling back slightly, Obi-Wan sought more of the sensation, groaning as Anakin’s grip tightened on his hips, strong enough to bruise, sturdy enough to keep Obi-Wan in place. Despite the desperate little grunts Anakin was making up above he made no move to continue, restraining himself as he just fucked Obi-Wan with the tip of his cock, making sure that he could feel the stretch and drag of the piercing. Obi-Wan’s own cock hung neglected between his legs, and he reached down to play with it, sighing as the sensation of being filled collided with the base feeling of having his cock fondled.

“More,” he eventually ordered, his breath sticking against the bedding.

Anakin pushed all the way inside in one swift motion. Pleasure and the satisfying ache of being fucked into flooded through Obi-Wan, and he let out another deep groan as Anakin’s hips pressed flush against his ass. Anakin was warm and steady behind him, his grip just as strong along his waist, his breath hot against Obi-Wan’s neck as he draped himself over. Reaching up with his free hand, Obi-Wan grabbed the scruff of Anakin’s neck, fingers tangling in his curls, grip tightening as he rocked back to sink Anakin in as deep as he could go.

“Do you feel your piercing more acutely?” Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin groaned and nipped Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “This a scientific experiment now? You want me to fill out a-a form?”

“Now that’s an idea.”

Anakin groaned again and bit Obi-Wan this time, before he started grinding his hips against Obi-Wan, shoving his cock in and sliding it against the messes of his insides. Obi-Wan whimpered and let go of Anakin’s curls, his hand falling down to grip the bedding as Anakin began fucking him. He started with a brutal and fast pace right away, Obi-Wan somewhat admiring his youthful vigour but also knowing that Anakin would later complain for hours later about how tired he was.

But Obi-Wan didn’t care - not when he was repeatedly getting fucked by a boy with youthful vigour to spare.

Grunting as Anakin changed his position slightly, Obi-Wan let out a wet gasp as his prostate was hit. Again and again Anakin struck him, pleasure beyond compare flickering and sliding along every nerve in his body, wiping away all thoughts as he was eagerly fucked. A month apart had broken something in the pair of them, Obi-Wan’s patience giving way to his desires while Anakin’s desperation had become more potent.

Obi-Wan wasn’t really sure if he could honestly feel the piercing against his prostate, but it didn’t really matter. Getting his centre pounded into by a boy he cherished more than his own life felt good regardless of piercings or extra trappings, and just the knowledge that the piercing was there, both mutilating and beautifying Anakin’s body, was enough to send Obi-Wan over the edge.

A piercing done for him.

Just for him.

He came with a strangled shout, his body rocking back as he fucked himself on Anakin’s length, his hand stroking his own cock with abandon as his orgasm shuddered through his body. He let out another groan when he felt Anakin release, hot come filling him up as Anakin bit his shoulder and nuzzled the back of his neck, desperate moans painting Obi-Wan’s skin.

When they were done Obi-Wan collapsed onto the bed, grunting as he was pressed down further right into the wet spot. Sighing, he closed his eyes and rested his cheek on the blankets, smiling when Anakin wrapped his arms around him and held him close.

“So… was the pain of the piercing worth it?” Obi-Wan asked.

He could feel Anakin’s eye-roll. “Save the questions for your form.”

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 26: Do You Love Me

Summary: Tommy and Lucy have a much needed talk.

Word Count: 4,156

Warnings: Codependency, insecurity, and previous suicide attempt.

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Chapter 18: To Bring You My Love

 Lucy woke up warm. Twitching, she groaned softly, turning over to press her cheek more firmly against her pillow. 

Her pillow twitched back. 

Eyes snapping open, it took her a moment to reorient herself. In the haze of still being half asleep, she had forgotten where she was and what had happened. 

The telltale scent of hospital disinfectant reminded her quickly enough. 

A large hand was stroking delicately through her hair. And every once in a while, kisses were pressed to the crown of her head. Her body was tucked rather firmly to a strong chest, a muscular arm looped around her waist to help hold her in place. 

Tears sprang back up instantaneously in her eyes. It had been so long since she had woken up cradled in his arms. Or slept tucked into her spot against his chest.

She didn’t even remember falling asleep. She must have drifted off sometime between bouts of sobbing hysterically on him. 

“Lucy?” Tommy shifted a little, bending over her at the first sound of her sniffling. “Sweetheart? Are you alright? Are you in pain?”

She shook her head. Truthfully, her wrists ached a little, but her mind was still fuzzy enough from whatever pain meds they’d pumped her full of that it was more just a minor annoyance. 

Tommy squeezed her, shushing her gently and nuzzling at her hair. 

“Sorry,” she mumbled, feeling horribly embarrassed and still very raw over…everything. Tommy shook his head furiously, leaning back and cradling both of her cheeks. 

“No, love. Don’t apologize.” He shimmied down a little on the bed so that their foreheads could touch. “I’m sorry. I’m the one who fucked up so badly you didn’t think that I–” he choked on the words, swallowing roughly around them. Lucy laid a hand on his chest gently, thumb moving up and down. His hand came to settle on top of hers, pressing her palm down over the steady thump of his heart. Eyes the color of a warm ocean waters pierced into her beseechingly. “I love you. I love you so much. More than fucking anything, Lucy. And I’m so sorry that I ever made you think that I didn’t.”  

A sob burst its way from her, arms winding their way around his neck to pull him in closer to her. 

“I love you too. I’m so sorry for…for all of this. I didn’t mean–”

“I know. I know.” He cradled her face, pressing his lips to her forehead. “I know you didn’t, my darling. It’s okay.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back into his chest. Her cheek turned against his pectoral. He was wearing one of his soft white henley’s, and she could feel the heat of his body through it. A few tufts of chest hair poked out from beneath the collar to tickle her face. 

Her eyes fixed on the door to the room, worry suddenly squeezing at her chest. “Tommy,” she tried to pull away, but he held her tight. “Tommy, someone could walk in and see–”

“Don’t care,” he mumbled where his face was planted firmly in her hair. 

“But…”

He pulled back to look at her sternly. “I haven’t left your bedside since you came in. What’s done is done. Don’t worry about it. We’ll pay them off if we have to.” He swept some of her hair back behind her ear. “All you need to focus on is getting better, eh?” There was no room for argument in his voice. Lucy nodded shakily. “You’re sure that you don’t need anything?”

“No; I’m okay.”

He frowned, head cocking. “What about some food, hm? You’ll feel better after you’ve eaten something.”

She tilted her head, considering. Now that he brought it up, she was rather hungry…

“That would be nice.”

“Right. Don’t move.” Pecking the top of her head, he slipped out of bed and went for the door, opening it and sticking his head out. Lucy had to raise her hand to cover the half smile that tugged unconsciously at her lips when he started hollering down the hall for someone to bring them some soup. 

“That was rude,” she tried to scold after he turned back around to face her. Tommy raised an eyebrow, returning to her bedside and climbing back in next to her. 

“It’s cute that you think that I’m letting you leave my sight anytime soon.”

She snorted. Yes, she supposed that she ought to expect to be the subject of lots of fussing and hovering from him for the indeterminate future. 

Tommy pulled her back into his arms, tangling their legs together and pillowing his cheek on her hair. She closed her eyes and leaned against his chest. 

Not that she was complaining, of course. 

“You scared the absolute piss out of me,” Tommy said after a long beat of silence. His fingers had taken up stroking through her hair again. Lucy winced.

“I know. I’m so sorry–” But he shook his head. “It’s alright. You’re okay. That’s all I care about.”

She drew in a shaky breath, feeling suddenly on the edge of tears again. He was being so nice to her. She didn’t deserve it. Not after all the turmoil she’d just put him through. 

Her eyes focused on the red roses sprouting up from a vase on the table by her bed. There was no doubt who had bought them. He’d probably purchased her a whole bloody garden worth of flowers at this point. A ghost of a smile pulled at the corners of her lips. 

Until she spotted what was laying next to the vase’s base. 

Pamphlets. For insane asylums and sanatoriums. 

Whatever happy little bubble she’d been in since he’d told her that he still loved her popped. 

Oh.

Stupid, stupid girl. How could she have ever let herself hope that they could possibly return to the way that things were before?

He was going to send her away. It made sense, she supposed. She’d proven herself to be well and truly unstable with what she’d just done. And he probably didn’t want to waste all his time having to take care of her. Especially not if she continued to be a weepy, clingy mess. 

Or they could just be pamphlets. Maybe the nurses gave them to him, a part of her mind tried to reason. He seemed at the moment entirely content to let her cling to him like a koala. And he was absolutely doting on her in a way that she knew he wouldn’t for anybody else. Surely he wouldn’t be doing that if he intended to have her locked up, would he?

She should have asked him about it, but…she was scared what his answer would be. 

Tommy suddenly gave her a little tap on the shoulder blade.

“You’re overthinking about something. Stop it.”

She felt herself flush, burrowing down deeper into him. “Sorry.”

Tommy shook his head against her apologies, tightening his hold on her. Between them, she felt the familiar hum of the indescribable bond that had always tethered them together. Even before she had actually met him. It had felt so weak and quiet lately. The sudden sensation of it, and of him nudging gentle little pulses of comfort and love towards her through it, nearly made her start sobbing again. 

She had missed him so, so much. 

Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to rest more heavily into him, and to not worry about anything else. 

∗ ∗ ∗

“It’s Monday,” Lucy commented, staring down at the teacup clutched in both of her hands. “Aren’t you going to have to go to work soon?”

Tommy looked over at her sharply. They were seated side by side on her hospital bed, backs against the rail that served as a headboard. Pillows were propped up between it and their backs to keep the metal from digging uncomfortably into their skin. 

“No. I probably won’t be back in until after we’ve dealt with Mosley.”

“You don’t have to sit around here with me. They need you down at the House of Commons–”

“You need me. End of discussion.” Folding the newspaper he’d been reading and setting it aside, he wrapped his arm around her. She let him tuck her up against his side, but she was still frowning. Tommy sighed, fingers picking up tracing nonsensical patterns into her shoulder, opening his mouth to speak when he heard familiar voices from out in the hallway. He gave Lucy a small squeeze.

“Incoming.”

She shot him a nervous glance, and he kissed her forehead before getting up off the bed in preparation of greeting his two spawn. Lucy passed him her teacup, which he set safely on the bedside table.  

Ruby was holding tight to Lizzie’s hand when they walked in, her dark eyes darting about the room widely. Charlie was a few paces ahead of them, chattering animatedly. 

“Daddy!” Ruby let go of Lizzie’s hand to rush to him, and he smiled as she latched onto his leg, ruffling her long dark hair. Charlie went past him to stand at Lucy’s bedside. 

“Hullo.”

Lucy looked at him nervously. “Hullo, Charlie.”

He glanced back at Lizzie, then to Lucy. “Mum says you aren’t feeling well. So I brought you this. It always makes me feel better.” He reached up and set the little stuffed horse he’d had since he was a baby down in Lucy’s lap. 

Lucy stared at the stuffed animal, resting a hand on it. When she looked up at Charlie, her eyes were glassy. “Thank you, kiddo.” 

“He’ll help you feel less sad,” Charlie declared, and promptly climbed up onto the bed, picking up the horse and beginning to show Lucy how best to squeeze him for maximum comfort. 

“Lucy?” Ruby asked, letting go of Tommy’s leg and taking a cautious step forward, staring up at her with curious eyes. “Are you coming home soon?” 

Lucy hesitated, gaze darting anxiously to Tommy, then Lizzie, then back to the kids. “I…I don’t…”

“Yes,” Tommy said, firmly, stroking a hand across Ruby’s head. “Yes, she will, sweetheart. Very soon.”

“Yay! I can show you my new dollhouse Mummy got me! And chef taught us to make biscuits while you were away! We brought you some!” Ruby dashed over to Lizzie who amusedly handed over the small box she’d been carrying. Ruby brought it back over to Lucy, and Tommy picked her up to set her down on the mattress next to her brother. As Ruby opened the box and started passing out biscuits to Lucy and Charlie, Lizzie touched Tommy lightly on the arm. 

“Can I speak to you for a moment?”

He looked at her warily, bracing himself. Lizzie gave him a look.

“It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.”

Sighing, checking to make sure Lucy was still preoccupied with the kids, he nodded and drew her back a little toward the other side of the room. 

“I thought that I'd take the kids to Ada’s for a day or two when you bring Lucy home. So you can get her settled in without overwhelming her. They’re very excited. Once she’s home they aren’t going to let her have a moment’s peace without wanting to show her something.”

Tommy nodded. That would probably be for the best. “What do they know?” 

Lizzie hesitated. “Not much. I just told them that she was sick. Ruby doesn’t understand. But I think Charlie knows more than he’s letting on.”

Tommy looked back over at the hospital bed. Ruby was still sitting on the edge of the mattress, legs curled under her while she giggled and licked crumbs from her fingers. Charlie had slotted himself in next to Lucy’s side, nibbling on his biscuit while watching Lucy analytically. 

“Alright.”

Lizzie gave his arm a squeeze, and they returned to Lucy’s bedside.

“Mum cried when Uncle Charlie called us about you,” Charlie was saying, picking crumbs off his shirt absently. Lucy’s eyes widened, gaze snapping over to Lizzie, who narrowed her eyes at Charlie playfully and ruffled his hair.

“Tattletale.” She drew her coat in tighter around herself. “Right, kids, let’s let Lucy get back to resting, yeah? You can spend all the time you want badgering her once she’s back home.”

Charlie and Ruby both whined, but agreed. Ruby gave Lucy a hug, then hopped off the bed to go to Tommy. He smiled, squatting down to hug her before letting her go so she could take hold of Lizzie’s hand. When he looked up, Charlie had his little arms wrapped tight around Lucy, squeezing her hard with his head buried in her neck. Lucy looked seconds away from bursting into tears as she hugged him back. 

Yes; the boy definitely understood more about what was happening than he let on. 

Finally Charlie let her go, jumping off the bed. Tommy slung an arm around him when he shuffled over, giving him a quick squeeze.

“She’s gonna be just fine,” he murmured into his boy’s ear. Charlie looked up at him with eyes that suddenly very distinctly reminded him of Grace in their sternness. 

You better keep that promise, those eyes said. 

Tommy nodded. I will, he vowed in response. 

Lizzie reached across to give Lucy a gentle touch on the shoulder. “We’ll see you at home soon,” she decreed. 

“Thank you,” Lucy whispered. Lizzie squeezed her, and moved to usher the kids out the door, final goodbyes said between them all before they vanished from sight. 

Once they were gone, Lucy dragged in a deep, shuddering breath. Tommy slipped back into the hospital bed with her, arm going around her shoulders. She seemed smaller than usual; more frail. With a sniffle, she rested her head against his chest.

“I don’t have to come back to the house. I can go back to my room at the yard…”

Tommy leaned back enough to turn her face to look at him. “You’re coming home,” he said firmly, making it as clear as he could that there was no room for argument on the topic in his mind. “That’s all there is to it.”

Lucy’s eyes searched his. Probably trying to figure out if he was just saying that because he felt bad. 

“I want you there,” he reassured her. “The kids want you there. Even fucking Lizzie wants you there. Alright? It’s okay. You aren’t going to be inconveniencing anyone. Everyone just wants you to come home, sweetheart. Please?”

He could see the beginnings of hope building up behind her eyes. A little of the light that had been extinguished in them since she’d moved out began to reignite. Yes. That’s it. Come back to me, sweetheart. 

Her lips trembled, doubt still lingering intermixed with the hope he’d reawakened inside her. “You’re not going to send me away?”

Tommy frowned. The fuck was she talking about? Had he not just said that he wanted her to come home? “Send you away where?” 

“You know…like the nuthouse or a sanitarium…” 

He frowned. Why would she…? 

His eyes darted to the table by the bed. Where the pamphlets that the nurse had dropped off earlier were still fanned out. He’d been too distracted to think to throw them out. 

He should have known better than to think that Lucy wouldn’t have noticed them. 

Looking back at her, he hardened his gaze stubbornly. “No. You’re staying right here. With me.” He turned his head to press a kiss to her neck. “I’m going to take care of you.” 

A shudder went through her, a small sob hitching in her lungs. “You don’t…you don’t have to…”

“I want to.” He continued to nuzzle at her, lips ghosting over her neck and shoulder before raising his head to kiss her temple. “I love you, Lucy.”

She heaved out a sob and his arms tightened around her. Turning to hide away in his chest, she sniffled, tears overflowing and running down her cheeks. Once her crying had ceased, she quickly pulled back, wiping furiously at her eyes. 

“Ugh, God. I’m sorry. It feels like all I’ve done is cry lately.”

“It’s okay.”

She shot him a look. “You should be angry with me.”

He frowned, cocking his head. “Why?”

“Because…because I massively overreacted about everything and now it’s all just another big, complicated thing that you have to deal with…” 

“Sweetheart, it’s alright. I don’t blame you for reacting the way that you did. I’ve been a horrible lover to you lately…”

“No. No, you haven’t. You were trying. But I was…” her chest spasmed, looking away. “I don’t know what was wrong with me.” She looked at him regretfully. “I just wanted to make things easier for you.”

Taking a hold of both her cheeks firmly, he turned her face towards him. “I know, baby. There’s nothing wrong with you.” His thumbs stroked her tears away. “Please come home. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you about the deal with Lizzie before finalizing it. I never wanted you to leave. I never meant to hurt you, love.” His chest rattled with a shaky breath. “I know that I’ve been…neglecting you lately. It’s nothing to do with you. You didn’t do anything wrong. And it’s not because I don’t love you anymore. It’s just…you know how my mind can be sometimes, love.”

She sniffled, and he felt his own breath catch in his throat, guiding her head to return to its spot on his chest while he hugged her. Dipping his face, he squished his cheek against the side of her head. A small shudder went through his chest. And then another.

He felt Lucy try to crane her head up to look at him, but he clutched at her tighter, face nuzzled at her neck, hands holding her close while his body curled over hers. His shoulders trembled and shuttered as he began to cry, head buried in her neck. She reached a cautioned hand up to stroke his hair as he let out heaving, regretful sobs against her.

The guilt over what he’d done to her, to the person he loved the most, burned beneath his skin. With the way that it constricted in his chest, he almost thought he might suffocate with it. Or just collapse completely. 

“I can’t lose you,” he whispered, voice muffled, lips brushing ever so lightly over her skin when he spoke. 

“Tommy…”

“Tell me what I have to do,” he leaned back enough to look at her, wiping a hand at the tears still running down his cheeks. “Tell me what I have to do to fix this.”

“I-I don’t-”

“I’ll divorce Lizzie.”

“No,” she shook her weakly.

“Why?”

“She’s your wife. You need her to strengthen your position politically and socially. I’m just an assistant,” she ignored the small sound of distress that he made. “You don’t need me like you do her.”

“No. No. That’s not true. I need you more than anyone,” he seized her shoulders. “I need you. I can’t…I can’t even fucking think without you.” 

One of her arms slipped around his waist while his forehead came to rest against hers, arms still wrapped tight around her.

“I love you,” he said, like it was the most certain thing he had ever known. “Eh? Lucy. Lucy, I love you,” there was no room for argument in his voice, stern and unwavering. “I want you. I want to be with you. I want to take you home.”

“And you really think that Lizzie will be alright with that?”

“Actually, yes. Even she isn’t happy with you being gone all the time.”

Lucy frowned, not looking wholly convinced. He touched her chin. 

“You let me worry about anything to do with Lizzie from now on. She’s not your problem.”

She chewed on her bottom lip, gaze straight ahead as she turned over his proposal in her mind. Tommy felt himself start to become truly desperate. 

“I’ll do better, Lucy, I promise. We’ll set aside one night a week where we go do something, just the two of us. No business.” He nuzzled again at her throat. “Say yes,” he whispered, pleading. Pressed a few tempting kisses to her neck.

“Yes,” she breathed out, finally. “Yes, I’ll come home.”

He immediately raised his face from her neck, feeling himself become momentarily so overjoyed that elated tears built at the corners of his eyes. He caught her face in his hands and pressed an enthusiastic, celebratory kiss to her lips. A kiss of such intensity that it was probably a good thing that they were already seated on the bed, or else they probably would have both fallen over from the force of it. 

She rested her fingertips gingerly on his cheeks, and when the kiss broke, it was so he could nuzzle at her, their foreheads still pressed together. A little smile was pulling at Lucy’s cheeks, and he felt his heart swell at the sight of it.

“I’m still so sorry about all of this.” When her eyes met his, he could still see flickers of regret. “I never meant to hurt you, Tommy.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, love,” he murmured. Swallowing hard, she shook her head.

“I broke your heart, didn’t I?”

He hesitated, not wanting to be dishonest with her, but not wanting her to beat herself up relentlessly over it like she was so prone to do, either. “I think that we both did.” One of his hands lifted to entangle with hers, guiding her hand down to his chest, to rest over where his heart beat. “It’s yours. It belongs to you. Always has. You can do whatever you want with it.” He peppered kisses over her jaw. “Just promise me, that if you ever have any more of these ridiculous thoughts of me not loving you, you’ll tell me.” Another kiss, pressed into the sensitive space right beneath her ear, nose pressing into her hair. “So that I can set them straight.”

A tiny laugh escaped her, the sound nearly bowling him over. God, he’d missed that laugh of hers so bloody much. “Deal.”

He kissed her again to seal it, then adjusted them so that she was laying half on top of him, her head on his chest with his arms around her. His fingers picked up their favorite activity of tenderly carding through her hair. 

“I’m sorry that everything is such a fucking mess,” he sighed. 

She rubbed a hand along his torso soothingly.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry that I kept avoiding you and refusing to talk about it.” 

He rubbed circles into her back in gratitude for the apology. 

“I love you, Tommy,” she said after a beat, voice quiet.

“I love you too,” he hesitated for only a moment, and then spoke again. “What actually was it? That made you think that I was happy with you leaving?” 

Lucy shrugged. “I don’t know. I think that most of it was in my head. Me seeing what I…not what I wanted to see, but…” she bit her bottom lip, frowning as she tried to put her thoughts in order. “There were moments. Like when Lizzie brought the kids to the office. You all seemed so happy. A normal, happy family.” 

“I try to make things seem better…normal, I guess. When the kids are around,” Tommy explained softly.

“I know.”

He couldn’t seem to stop caressing her face. “I was miserable the whole fucking time.”

“Me too.” She leaned into his touch as his thumb stroked over her jaw. “I don’t…normally feel jealous,” she said after another pause, closing her eyes, her cheeks flaring pink. Tommy’s arm tightened around her, both in reaction to her words and as gentle encouragement for her to continue. “But…sometimes, it feels like every woman in the world wants you. And I don’t mind sharing you every now and then, but,” she paused again, opening her eyes and looking up at him shyly. “Sometimes, I want you all to myself.”

The hand stroking her face cradled her chin, forcing her head up so that she was looking into his eyes. 

“I’m yours,” he whispered. “I’m all yours. I belong to you. That’s something none of the others will ever have,” he spoke to her sweetly between kisses peppered along her hairline. “And I meant it,” he paused to rest his forehead against hers. “We’ll do more things together, just the two of us. That don’t have anything to do with business.”

“Like what?” she asked, giggling when his nose bumped hers. “Like picnics in the park?”

“Mm. If you want,” he pressed a kiss to her nose. Suddenly serious, he leaned back to more easily look her in the eye. “The others…they’re just bodies, Lucy.”

“I know,” the hand not resting on his chest over his heart curled around his face as she went in for another kiss.

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[kittyfuckincheshire]

💥 DIRTY TALK 💥 bakugo x reader

Smut,fluff,dirty talk,Slightly public. 18+ guys,and gals 😽

how it got started you were unsure,but he began teasing you more with his words rather than with his hands.

Some of the things he said embarrassed you,weather or not it was whispered in public.

Other things crawled down your spine tingling in your lower belly. Lust blocking with in you.

Your brain and body were surprisingly working together as he confused and teased you with his new cues and words.

Teasing you in public was one of his favorites. The dark embarrassed blush that came so quickly. He couldn't get enough of it.

"look at you (y/n).you a sweet good girl to everyone". Bakugo began,eyeing some of the crowd around trying to get you, eyeing around as well to see what he was looking at," it would really be a shame if I had to taint your Pyrenees in front of them~, now wouldn't it?

He'd whisper real close to your ear so only you could hear him. The easy his voice curled inside your head made something little in you alight with arousal.

"your looking really cute in that new skirt". "Would you mind if I take an look underneath"?,he purred innocently, how about I take my hand and make you feel good? Stroke your folds through these panties and make a nice wet spot with your arousal~.

Bakugo started scenes.in public sweetly, like he was complementing something about you but at the and it twisted with his deeper darker desires for you. but when you were at home his words were definitely out going,getting right to the point. Sometimes you wondered of he'd take you right there.

" that adds is looking mighty fine there (y/n). What's your secret?", he winked at you across the island bar in the kitchen, I think its your shaking those hips to the beat. Trying to seduce me~. Bakugo got up from his seat and rounded the kitchen island to get to you. Your little charm worked but backfired. "I'm gonna enjoy bending you aver this counter and taking this cute butt".

At times he kept his promise of pleasure. Making that ache of pleasure he started go away. But not for good no,no. You craved him more now because you can't get his words out of your head. And he brought you to the bedroom making things worse for your panties.

Hed give you Pat names. Calling you sweetheart,darling,princess and so much more.The way you responded to them only encouraged him further.

Bakugo also encouraged you to be loud and beg for him, and with the way he's been acting lately its not that hard.

" you live me this (y/n)?",When I fill you deeply?", make your brain mush and your body quiver just from one move. He asked you,not expecting an true answer He specially started thrusting into you from the behind while he whispers in your ear. What me to male you louder? To make you cry out with all those pretty moans and mewls that are ment for me?" I think you do~."

His words could reach vulgar and stressed as he tried to keep a talking as he made love with you.No longer keeping up that posh nonsense they some how made you wet and embarrassed no matter the setting. Underneath all that,there was the rough man you fell in love with a long time ago.

"Fuck",bakugo groaned,loving the way you felt around his cock," your pussy feels so fucking good around me like this. so tight and well...all for me~."

When he comes he's surprisingly quiet other than his usual short curses or groans.but his eyes tell a different story if your looking right at him. They're warm you from the inside out just as your climax over comes your being.

Bakugo accepted cuddles after sex,glad to have a break from the words. Going back to the "Actions Speak Louder Than Words" motivation. Though he whispered to you before you fell asleep or before you left the cuddly mindset.

"do you feel better sweetheart?" ill kiss every aching mark that I left on your body if you want", his voice soft and concerned for you. No longer set on arousing you.But making you fell loved more than anything.

hi guys I'm sorry this took so long its just been a really stressful week and I've been trying to get this done to so its just been long I have another on coming so plz bear with me. Bye😽

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hi everyone i’m back!! sorry i’m in university and haven’t really had any time for this account to here’s a little imagine with your fav for my return.

It was a rainy day, not out of the usual you say on your lathe plush couch in the dimly lit area of your living room listening to the patter of the drops cascade against the window, watching as they raced towards the bottom. Spring was always a rainy season but it was calming in a way, april showers bring may flowers. You lazily tossed your head back and curled up into a pouch blanket before grabbing your book and carefully pushing your fingers through the pages to find other right chapter.

Your husband was out with his friends which you didn’t mind, it was nice to have some alone time every now and then, relaxing even. It could have been 5 minutes or 5 hours later, you weren’t sure, when you heard the creek of your front door open and a large figure stalked into your living room, his heavy steps echoing against the wood floor. His large frame towered over you before he moved your hair away from your face and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Missed you baby” he breathed out quietly. He set his things down on the kitchen counter before making his way next to you on the couch his fingers soon found his way to yours. “Did you miss me too?” he said slyly before snaking an arm around your waist pulling you into him. His body heat was comforting as he held you against his muscular frame, being with him always felt safe and calm. He placed your favorite coffee in front of you before smiling “thought you might wanna drink” he was clearly proud of himself for the thought. You giggle softly before saying “thank you” and redirecting your attention to the book.

He smoothly reached and grabbed the book from your hands before turning your chin to face him, his strong calloused thumb rubbing your cheek forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “Now why would you do that princess?” He said as he cocked an eyebrow. You could feel a heat beginning to build in your core and shuffled uncomfortably under him. He pulled your face closer and placed delicate kisses from your cheek to your collar bone as he reached the neckline of your shirt. He slid is large hands under it and traced small circles on your waist before carefully taking your shirt over your head.

His eyes grew darker as your naked breasts sat in front of him he brought his hands up to cup each running his thumbs over your hard nipples. As each second dragged on you grew needier for him. He slowly lowered his head and pressed wet kisses to your sternum before licking circles working your nipple, he took it into is mouth and sucked on it lightly grasping it with his teeth making you groan out in pleasure. He was doing this for him not for you.

He slowly began to unbutton your pants and you could see the outline of his hard cock aching through his pants. You were borderline a drooling mess at this point with the way he teased you. He slowly slid your pants down and rubbed his hands up and down your thighs paying careful attention to your inner thighs. He would get as close as possible to your pussy without touching it just to see you squirm under him “needy are we?” he laughed under his breath. he carefully dragged your pantied down with his thick fingers before taking in the sight of your pussy.

You were dripping down your thighs as he slid a finger over your entrance and popped it in his mouth “Taste so fuckin’ good” he said before moving his hand to rub last circles on your sensitive clit. After he was satisfied with how worked up you were he carefully inserted one thick finger arching it into your g spot and moving it in and out at a painstakingly slow pace “good girls are patient” he said before pressing wet kisses to your inner thighs. His tongue licked sloppy circles ever so close to your pussy as he pushed another finger in. It was pure ecstasy the way he stretched you out like this his thick fingers filling you up and arching into your g spot with every thrust. He licked a lazy stripe over your clit and watched your face contort in pleasure as he did. He attached his mouth and licked and sucked at your sensitive bud like it was his job and he was working overtime his fingers squelched in and out of you with each thrust and you could feel your orgasm building.

Your body shook under his touch, you were about to cum on his fingers and he was still fully clothed. He listened to your pathetic moans and watched as your body writhed in pleasure and just as you were about to release he pulled his fingers out and wiped his mouth. “I better get back to work babe” “got an important project due soon”. “You should drink that coffee although it might be a little cold.” He sat up and walked out of the room into his office leaving you there messy and helpless.

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Chapter Five

Ohoho, Niko does not get a break just because of Whumptober. Enjoy :3

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Cw: Stress positions / Caning

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Niko didn't know how long had past. His body shook as he was in a plank position against the cold floor. He grit his teeth, sweat slowly rolling down his forehead as he let out a growl, “En-enough-” Niko rasped, flinching at Martyn’s laugh.

“Oh, don't make me laugh,” He growled, “You're not stopping until you give me some information, buttercup. Wall sit, up up up.”

Niko wiped his forehead with his arm, letting out a shaky sigh as he tried to catch his breath. His muscles were aching, his head throbbing as if it was screaming at him to just give up and give in. He would be in such less pain if he just told the damn creep what he wanted to know. 

He shakily brought himself down in a wall sit, feeling his core tremble, his legs shaking immediately. It had to be hours that had passed by now, but Niko had no way of knowing. The only way he could determine how long time passed by was the aching fiery pain in his muscles.

Martyn made his way over to the shaking figure, leaning down right up close to his face before whispering, “Ready to give in?”

Niko glared straight ahead of him at the dull wall, his body ready to collapse any second by now As he forced his back against the wall, arms resting on his knees. He knew he was making things worse for himself as he tried to focus on his team. Thinking that they’re probably all cuddled up watching some old movie as they tried to decide which of the character’s were what actors. 

A tear slowly rolled down his cheek and in an instant, he crumpled to the floor, clutching his legs as he whimpered. “Ah ah ah, buttercup,” Martyn cooed, "you're not allowed to rest until you tell me what I want to know.” 

Niko let out another whimper before taking a shaky breath, “M-my team…” he rasped. Martyn cocked his head in interest. “My team they-” Niko squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block how his brain screamed at him not to give up.

“There-there's five of us…”

“Five..” Martyn hummed in thought, “Give me names.”

Niko shook on the ground, his body felt almost numb. He could barely even hear what Martyn was saying from the awful ringing in his ears.

He was awoken out of whatever daze he was in as rough hands grabbed him, forcing him into a kneeling position. Fucking Marcus… Martyn circled Niko as if he were his pray, cane dragging along the floor behind him.

Niko watched with glazed eyes, his eyebrows furrowing, “W-w’thefuck…”

“Here’s how this is going to go,” Martyn hummed, “For every lash that you refuse to give me a name with, it adds an extra two lashes. For example, you refuse at ten, I give you twenty more, pretty simple, hm?”

Niko’s eyes widened, “Nonono it's- my team we- we weren't allowed to kn-know eachothers na-names…” God, he could barely even hold the kneeling positions, his legs have gone numb by now.

He was soon cut from his thoughts as the cane slammed across his face, sending Niko crumbling to the floor with a cry.

“Bullshit,” Martyn spat, “Don't fucking lie to me. Marcus, get him up.”

Niko whimpered as the heavy hands were back on his arms once more, hauling the weak figure up to kneel. He didn't let go until Niko’s swaying had stopped before Marcus made his way to the side of the room again, awaiting his next command.

“Now, Niko.” The name sounded sour against Martyn’s tongue, “Let's start, seeing as you seem to only be making this worse for yourself. Let's start with just one name, hm? Nice and easy.”

Niko had to tense his core as the cane made contact with his back, not letting himself crumple to the ground again. He clenched his jaw tight as the cane burnt. “Come on, buttercup, surely there’s one teammate who just really gets under your skin, hm? One that you have to put up with just for the sake of.”

Andrew. Andrew was a bully. Since day one, Andrew treated Niko like he was nothing. He’d kick him and punch him when the others weren't looking. He’d beat him if the mission failed. Niko felt himself tense as sudden memories rushed into his head.

The cane brutally rained down on his skin with no mercy.

Eight…

Ten…

Fifteen… 

Martyn sighed, moving in front of Niko and slowly tilting the other’s head up by the bloodied tip of the cane, his voice was gentle now as he smiled gently, “Come on, buttercup, how about we just do one name for today, hm? One name and this can all be over. I’ll get you cleaned up and draw you a bath, warm meal, warm clothes.”

Niko couldn't hold it in anymore, his body shook as he fully broke down into sobs, “Plea-please…” 

Martyn tried to hide his smirk as he watched his captive before him, “Talk to me, buttercup, come on, you're doing so well.”

“A-Andrew,” Niko sobbed, his body engulfed with blinding pain as he crumpled to the floor, “Ple-please.. Andrew.. He-he’s one of them I sw-swear..” Another sob ripped from his throat as he shook with every sob, tears streaming down his face.

Martyn smirked, placing down the cane and kneeling down beside the broken figure, “What’s this Andrew’s second name, darling?”

“O- Hhhngh…” Niko curled up in on himself as he took a shaky breath, “O’Harra…”

“Oh well done!” Martyn beamed, scooping Niko up into a hug, minding not to upset any of his wounds, “You did so amazing, buttercup! Let’s get you all cleaned up and some food into you, hm?”

Niko whimpered and nodded fast, leaning into the warm, gentle touch. He was a monster. He was a monster for what he had done but at this point, he couldn't care less. He was getting warmth. Warmth and comfort and for now, that's all he could focus on right now.

Monster.

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[mackenzielovee]

protection (11) — ari levinson

summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.

pairing: dbf!ari x reader

warnings: swearing, mention of guns/gunfire, sexual innuendoes, kissing, allusions to sex, daddy kink

wc: 4.4k

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     The next morning, you wake with a different kind of ache between your legs. 

Ari’s arms are both wrapped tightly around you, keeping you pressed to his chest as he snores above you. You smile to yourself and cuddle in, residing to stay close until he wakes up. It could be minutes or hours, but no part of you cares. Not when you’re with him. 

Ari more than made up for yesterday when he got between your legs last night, and even though you’re past it, you still plan to give his credit card a workout today just because you can and should. 

You turn around in his arms, desperate to see his face, and he stirs. His snoring stops and his nose scrunches. You’re desperate to take a picture of that expression, because he just looks too cute, when his grip tightens around you. 

“Go back to sleep,” he grunts in a deep, raspy voice. 

“Can’t,” you reply. 

With his eyes still closed, Ari hikes up a brow, “What?”

“Just want to look at you, daddy,” you whisper, “So handsome.”

A teasing smirk suddenly appears on his lips, and even though he does his best to push it down, you see it, and you love it. You bring your hand up and trace the creases in his cheeks from his smile, which only deepens it. 

“What time is it?” 

You peek up just enough around him to see the alarm clock on his nightstand. 

“Nine thirty.”

Ari takes a deep breath, then quickly and loudly exhales. He presses you close and then nudges your forehead with his nose, all without opening his eyes. 

“Fuck, I have to get up. Nick’s gonna be here in—” Ari’s phone starts to ring right then, and he sighs, “Now.”

You frown, but opt not to argue, “Okay.”

Ari finally pulls his eyes open, and you’re met with that sea of blue you love so much. He smiles as he combs over your features, suddenly in no rush to get up. 

“You could come down to my meeting with me,” he grins mischievously and allows his hands to travel down your back and to your ass, “Keep my cock warm while Nick and I discuss—”

“All the ways you want to harm my father?” you snort, “No, thanks.”

Ari’s face contorts, and for a moment, you watch as he fumbles over his words. He has no idea what to say back to that, you’re sure, because he can’t lie to you, but he’s unwilling to tell the truth. 

“Alright,” he says hesitantly, “So, what are you going to do today?” You shrug, “Nice day for a pool day.”

He groans again, but this time, it’s for a different reason entirely. 

“Fuck,” he swears, “I’ll have to come out and see which bikini you choose.”

You grin, “I’ll even let you take it off of me, if you’re nice.”

He shakes his head, then all at once, grabs your hips and hoists you up. You wind up straddling him, squealing as he pinches your sides and lets out laughs.

“Tease,” he grumbles playfully, pinching your hip again. 

“Levinson?”

You freeze and instinctually sink back into Ari’s chest at the sound of Nick at the door. He knocks twice after he speaks, eliciting a low growl from Ari’s throat. 

“Fuck off, Fowler, I’m in the middle of something,” Ari shouts, stroking through your hair to comfort you. 

“Someone,” Nick corrects through the door, then continues, “Mornin’, darling. Brought you an iced coffee and a muffin.”

You perk up at the sound of that. Ari chuckles at your reaction, and when you look over at him with a grin, he waves a hand up in the air. 

“Go,” he mumbles. 

“Come with me,” you pout, leaning up to kiss his jawline sloppily, “I’ll give you half my muffin.”

He scoffs, “Thanks.”

You pull him from the bed after a few more minutes and a thousand more kisses. He gets dressed in jeans and a plain white shirt while you toss on leggings and an old Pink Floyd shirt of Ari’s. 

He takes your hand and guides you downstairs, where Nick is sitting at the bar on his phone, and Mateo is standing across from him. Nick has an iced coffee and a bagel in front of him, as does Mateo. 

When the two notice you, Mateo gives you a small, acknowledging nod, while Nick grins widely and offers you a wave. 

“Glad you two finally made it out of bed,” he teases with a smirk, “Can’t even say I blame you, Ari.”

“Shut the fuck—”

“Where’s Javi?” you interrupt, looking over at Mateo. 

You watch Mateo’s eyes shoot up to Ari, and when he widens them and shrugs halfway, you sigh and pull your hand out of Ari’s. Nick snorts at the motion, but you ignore him and exit the kitchen without a word. You disappear down the hallway before any of the men can say a word, then stop at the only door you’ve seen Javier come out of. 

“Y/N,” Ari calls from the kitchen. 

You ignore him and knock against the bedroom door, listening afterward for motion inside. 

“Javi?” you call, “Can you come out for breakfast?”

The door pulls open as soon as you finish speaking, and you’re relieved that they unlocked his door, too. He leans against the doorframe in sweatpants and a tee shirt, sporting messy hair and an unsure expression. 

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks. 

“For which thing?” you raise a brow, “The lying about Ari sleeping with other women? Or the inappropriate comments you made about me not blaming Ari for Vick’s death?”

Javier’s lips twitch, “Either one.”

You give him a small, playful smile, then reach for his hand. 

“Kind of,” you admit, “Come on.”

He nods and takes your hand, then follows you out of his bedroom and into the kitchen without an argument. Ari’s eyes narrow immediately when he sees your hand in Javier’s, and even though you don’t want to give in, you pull away. 

“Morning, Javier,” Mateo greets him quietly. 

“Morning, everyone,” Javier replies, “Coffee, bonita?”

“Bonita has been taken care of,” Nick reports smugly, “Coffee’s in the fridge for you, love, and muffin is on the counter. Levinson, bagel and coffee for you, too.”

Ari removes your coffee from the fridge for you, then walks it over to you with a death glare on Javier’s head. You retrieve your muffin, then give Ari a short kiss to his jaw when he places your coffee on the counter in front of you. 

All of the men watch as you grab a knife and split the muffin four ways. You don’t say a single word as you grab plates down and place each piece on a separate one, then silently begin passing them out. Mateo first, who gives you a confused but kind smile. Javier second, who stares in admiration and then gives you a thankful nod. Ari last, who clenches his jaw. 

“None for me?” Nick asks mischievously. 

“No,” you reply, saving the last plate for yourself, and picking up your coffee in your other hand, “You’re the asshole who brought nothing for Javier.”

Javier snickers and pours himself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot. Ari, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to find it as funny. 

“Dude, I thought we all collectively didn’t like him,” Nick grumbles to Ari. 

Ari opens his mouth to speak, to agree, when you whip your head over at him and raise a daring brow. You watch as his mouth closes halfway, and ultimately, he decides to close it completely before shrugging and popping some of the muffin into his mouth. 

“Well, I’ll be fucking damned,” Nick grins, “Never thought I’d see the day a woman got Ari Levinson to shut the fuck up.”

Ari reaches over and slaps the back of Nick’s head, “If you got to fuck her, you would, too.”

You smile victoriously, ignoring the way his comment makes Mateo’s ears go pink. All of them watch as you cross the room and step over to the back door. Without so much as a request, Ari comes over and unlocks it for you, then opens it so you don’t have to set your muffin or coffee down to do it yourself. 

“Thanks, daddy,” you whisper, just loud enough for him, “Have a good meeting.”

Ari leans down and kisses you softly, then pulls back and whispers against your lips. 

“Hold his hand again, baby. I dare you.”

A shiver runs down your spine as Ari stands up straight, looking over at Nick as if he’s said nothing at all.

“Ready?” Nick asks. 

“Yes. Mateo, you stay outside with Y/N. Javier, do whatever the fuck. I don’t care,” Ari orders, then turns back to you, “Baby, stay—”

“Within Mateo’s eyeline, I know,” you roll your eyes. 

“Prove it, then,” Ari mutters, smacking your ass in front of all of them for your attitude. 

You just shake your head and escape out the back door, knowing that Mateo will follow. 

     After you finish your coffee and muffin, you ask Mateo for a laptop so you can do some online shopping — wanting a bigger screen than your phone. Javier, who also joined the two of you outside, promises to stay with you. 

Reluctantly, Mateo passes his gun to Javier, then heads inside to do as you asked of him. The two of you are sitting in the lounge chairs, soaking up the sun. You remember what Ari said to Javier downstairs yesterday — how he told him that the second you’re through with Javier, Ari plans to kill him. 

“Javi,” you murmur, getting him to look over at you, “I heard what he said to you yesterday. I’m sorry.”

Javier swallows, “You have nothing to apologize for. You’re the reason I’m here.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Bonita,” he sighs, holding up his hand, “Let me just say something. Your father would’ve killed me the day you left if you hadn’t brought me with you. After what I did — what I’ve done — I am astounded by your grace. By you keeping me here. I don’t deserve you and I never have. I’ve been a real asshole to you, and you’ve met me with nothing but kindness. So, you don’t need to apologize for him. As much as I hate it, I understand that you’re in love with him, and I’m not going to do anything further that gets in the way of that. I’m just biding some time, and when things cool off with your dad, and I know you’re safe here, I’m going to leave. I promise.”

You sit up in your chair as you digest his words, then scoot closer to him. He gives you a soft smile but makes no attempt to reach out to you or offer you a hand, which you respect. Just as you open your mouth to speak, the back door opens, and the man you recognize as Patrick slips out of the house. 

“Good morning, ma’am,” he greets you as he nears, “I didn’t get to formally introduce myself yesterday.”

“Right,” you smile, standing from your chair, “Patrick. The pasta was incredible. Thank you.”

He grins. It’s an easy smile, a borderline flirtatious smile, and when he holds his hand out to you, you take it. 

“I’m so happy that you enjoyed it. I had to make sure it was perfect for you, being Mr. Levinson’s—um—”

He stutters and stops himself, shaking his head. You let out a small chuckle and drop his hand, then wave it off. 

“Thank you, regardless,” you murmur. 

He nods, then turns to Javier, “Uh, sir, I need the weapon, please. Mr. Levinson’s instructions.”

Javier rolls his eyes and shakes his head to himself, but doesn’t argue. He hands Patrick the gun and then collapses back into his chair, resigning to saying nothing. 

“Is that really necessary?” you huff, “Javier’s been protecting me for years.”

“Just following orders, ma’am,” Patrick replies. 

You sigh and accept the order, knowing your words won’t change a thing. Patrick waits until Mateo comes back outside with a laptop in hand, then excuses himself and goes back into the house. 

“May I ask what you need the laptop for, Miss?” Mateo asks as he settles into the chair beside you. 

“Payback,” you reply simply, “If Ari’s going to be locking me in our bedroom, I’m gonna at least make sure I have what I need.”

Mateo and Javier exchange a glance over your head, but both men are smart enough not to say anything. 

They sit and chat while you’re busy online shopping; filling up carts in different tabs and pulling an entire room together. You find curtains, a full length mirror, an entirely new makeup kit, an area rug, a new comforter, new pillows, a few new purses, a bunch of new clothes, a new dress, new diamond earrings, and two pairs of Louboutin heels — one nude and one black. 

“Do you think these shoes are cute?” you ask Javier, turning the screen around. 

He nods before his eyes catch on the price, and his eyes widen slightly. 

“He really pissed you off, huh?” 

You bite your lip, “He made up for it.”

Javier groans but doesn’t verbally respond, leaving you to type in Ari’s credit card number one more time. Just as you hit the big, green ‘purchase’ button, the back door opens, and Ari makes his way out. He looks down at his phone right as your order goes through, and when he sees the alert, his jaw clenches. 

“That’s real cute, baby,” he says, although his tone tells you that it’s anything but, “Enjoying yourself?”

You shrug playfully, “You said to get whatever I need.”

“You need two pairs of Louboutins?”

“Yes,” you answer simply, “But, I mean, if it’s too much for you to handle, just say the word and I can use Javier’s card. Or Mateo’s. Or Patrick’s—”

Ari takes your jaw in his hand and angles you so you’re practically staring up at the sky, but into his eyes instead. His grip is just a little too tight, but you squeeze your thighs together regardless. Something about Ari just does it for you, even if you can’t place it. 

“You hard-headed woman,” he mutters, “If I catch you using anyone else’s money, I will shoot them dead right where they stand and make you watch. You want that on your conscience, princess?”

“No,” you mumble. 

“Good,” he replies, releasing you before looking over at the other men, “Give us a moment alone.”

Javier and Mateo excuse themselves and head inside without another word. You watch them go, and as soon as the door closes behind them, Ari sits down on the end of your lounge chair. He lifts your legs and places them over his thighs, then traces your ankle bone with his pointer finger. 

How, you wonder, can he go from the guy who shot Vick point blank, to the guy who is lightly and delicately cradling your ankle in his grasp? How can this be the same man?

“You shot Vick for less,” you blurt out as you stare at him, digesting his latest threat. 

Ari’s eyes narrow, “Excuse me?”

“I just mean, you shot Vick because he was following orders. You killed him right in front of me. So, it’s not like—”

“I’m not going to keep having this same conversation,” Ari grits out. 

“We’ve actually never had this conversation,” you remind him, “At least, not the one where I tell you not to kill people just for looking at me the wrong way.”

“That’s a perfectly reasonable explanation to draw my gun,” he argues. 

“Ari, be serious.”

“I am,” he argues. 

You hike up a brow. So does he. You cross your arms. He rolls his eyes. You sigh dramatically, he pinches your ankle. 

Even though you want to be serious, you can’t help but feel, in this moment, that the two of you have been created for one another. In your own messed up, inappropriate way. 

“Anyway, there’s a dinner this Saturday night for Nick’s business. I have money invested so I have to go. Now, it’ll give you a chance to wear your new Louboutins.”

You raise a stubborn brow, “Is that your way of asking me to be your date?” 

“I didn’t know I had to ask.”

You roll your eyes at him, but secretly, you’re planning the color of your dress and jewelry to match. 

“Well, you do. Especially if I’m going to get all dressed up just to come face to face with three women you’ve slept with.”

It’s the first time you’ve brought up that part of the night since being drunk in the elevator with him. You thought that maybe, just maybe, if you ignored it for long enough, you’d forget. Now, the idea of going out in public with Ari makes your stomach flip as you think about all the potential things — or people — you could meet. 

Ari looks shocked for a moment, but he collects himself quickly. Clearing his throat, he stands from the chair and takes a step back, which makes your heart cry out. 

“I’ve got to go. I’ll see you for dinner.”

You don’t say a word as he walks away. When he gets to the door, he opens it and says something, then steps out of the way for Mateo to come back out. Ari disappears, and once he’s gone, Javier slips out, too. 

Mateo settles in the chair beside you and Javier takes his time walking over, observing your body language and facial expression as he comes. 

“You okay, bonita?” he asks softly. 

You look down at the laptop screen, which shows a collection of clothes you’d been planning on weeding through. Now, the thought of spending a dime makes you sick. 

“I’m fine,” you mumble, slamming the laptop shut, “I just need to take a walk. Do either of you have any cigarettes?”

“Ma’am—” Mateo starts, but you silence him. 

“Javi?”

“I do,” he replies, “In my room. I’ll be right back.”

He hurries into the house and comes back out a moment later with a lighter and a box of cigarettes in his hand. He passes them off to you without a word, and when you start to walk around the yard, Javier walks with you. Silently, he requests a cigarette, and you light it for him. Nobody says anything further, but you know they don’t have to. Sometimes, you’re acutely aware that Javier understands you in ways Ari never could. 

     Ari’s in his office until late, and you don’t bother questioning what he’s doing. Nick is still here, you can tell by the low laughter and the fact that one of Ari’s men has come into the kitchen twice to get a new bottle of whiskey. 

Javier stays up with you for a while, but when he can no longer keep his eyes open, he tells you goodnight and slips off to his room. You remain on the couch, blanket pulled up to your chin, watching the movie you put on just to kill time. 

“Where is she?”

Nick’s voice carries through the hallway, and you tense on the couch. Not out of fear, but out of the knowledge that Nick brings Ari, and Ari brings confrontation. Especially if he’s drunk. 

“Living room,” Ari replies, slurring his words just enough, “Saw her on the cameras.”

“Creep,” Nick remarks with a laugh. 

You roll your eyes and sit up on the couch, finding no point in hiding there. The men appear rounding the corner, and your eyes widen. Nick has one arm around Ari, trying to hold him up. Ari’s eyes are hazy and drunk, but when they collide with yours, they soften. A grin forms on his cheeks, and even though the last time you saw him, things were tense, it looks as if none of that matters now. 

“Hi, baby,” Ari greets you as he nears the couch — with Nick’s help. 

“He has something he needs to tell you,” Nick mumbles, dumping Ari onto the cushion beside you. 

You scoot closer and brush hair away from Ari’s eyes, tucking it behind his ear. He smiles at the action and sets a palm on your thigh, doing his best to squeeze. You tense but try to remain calm, hoping that whatever he needs to tell you isn’t serious, or bad, or a crime.

“What is it?” 

His expression grows serious, “I love you.”

Your chest deflates, and you exhale the worry. Your hand meets his chest, and even though you don’t want him to, Nick sits down in the armchair across from both of you. 

“Ari, I love you, too,” you reply. 

Ari’s eyelashes kiss his cheeks as he closes his eyes, nodding his head like he really needed to hear those words from you. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, where he lazily sponges kisses along the column of your throat. 

Nick clears his throat, “There’s something else he told me, but I don’t know if he can get it out, now.”

You furrow your brows, looking over at Nick as you comb your fingers through Ari’s hair. His hand slides further up your body and his kisses continue, but you don’t attempt to hide any of that from Nick. 

“What?”

“He told me that he likes when you fight back. He likes that you don’t just give in to him all the time. And, honestly, I think he needs that, you know? Everyone around here gives him whatever, whatever. But you— well, shit. Look at him.”

You smile as you look down at Ari as best you can. His lips still work against your skin, and he continues to paw at you, trying to get you closer, but you resist. 

“Thanks for telling me,” you whisper to Nick. 

He nods, “I know he can be a fucking prick, but—”

“Fuck you,” Ari grunts into your skin. 

Nick laughs, “But, I’ve never seen him think about someone else the way he thinks about you. Don’t hold the dinner thing against him, okay? He’s trying. He won’t be perfect right away.”

You stare at Nick for a while, unable to believe all of the words escaping his lips and how accurate they really are. 

“Who would’ve thought you of all people would have a domestic side?” you tease. 

He shrugs, “Hey, you don’t give me enough credit. I know him too well, I guess.”

“I guess,” you agree, then lower your voice, “Was he upset or something?”

Nick grimaces, like he knows, but doesn't want to tell you. Ari’s kisses start to diminish in frequency, and when you feel his nose nudge at your jaw, you know he’s making himself comfortable enough to sleep. 

“He’d kill me,” Nick mumbles, “Literally.”

“Nick. Tell me.”

He sighs audibly, and with one last look at the snoozing Ari on your chest, he nods. 

“Your father embarrassed him, Y/N. Those women being there in front of you like that, I think it really got to him. He seems to think that if you find out these things, you won’t want him anymore. I mean, you know Ari’s not a saint. But, I think in his mind, if you find out, you’ll leave him the same way you left your father. In his words, it was ‘quick’ and ‘you didn’t even hesitate’. That’s what he’s worried about.”

You pout immediately, because you’d never even considered Ari being insecure in any way with you. He always seems so confident, so sure of himself, that the idea of him being insecure or anxious doesn’t even seem to fit correctly.

“I’ll take care of it,” you promise Nick, running your hand gently up and down Ari’s back. 

“Thank God, because I can’t listen to him bitch anymore,” Nick grunts as he stands, “Need help getting him upstairs?”

You know you do, but selfishly, you don’t want it. You shake your head and then slip a hand under Ari’s shirt, feeling his warm skin on your palm. 

“Goodnight, Nick,” you mumble. 

“Night, gorgeous,” he smirks, “And, hey, if you ever feel like Ari didn’t, y’know, finish the job, you can always call me.”

You roll your eyes, “He will kill you for that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves you off, stepping out of the room, “Night.”

You wait until you hear the front door close and lock behind him. The house falls quiet, even though you know that Patrick is patrolling outside, and Javier is in his room only yards away. Ari stirs on your chest and you lean down to kiss the top of his head the same way he always does to you. 

“Ari,” you whisper, “Daddy. I love you.”

You feel him smile against your skin, “I love you more, princess.”

Oh, you think. He’s a cuddly drunk. I love that. 

“You okay?” you ask him, running the tips of your fingers up and down his skin. 

“Sleepy,” he murmurs, “Can I lay on top of you? Won’t crush you.”

You snicker, “Yes, daddy.”

He shifts and allows you to lay down on the couch, missing his warmth for only a split second before he climbs on top of you. All of his weight comes down, but you don’t care. He’s heavy in the best way possible, because you feel secure. Safe. Nothing could possibly happen when he’s protecting you like this. 

“Perfect,” he whispers, kissing your cheek sloppily, “Love you so much. Love buying you everything.”

You chuckle, “Is that right?”

“Mhm,” he hums lazily, then presses small kisses along your jawline before he buries his head into your neck once more. 

You don’t object, you don’t move, you just let him do whatever he wants. His breathing is uneven, which is how you know he’s still awake, even if his eyes are completely closed. 

“Ari,” you whisper, “Do you want to go up to bed?”

“No.”

You nod, “Alright.”

Just as you resign to sleeping the remainder of the night on the couch, snoozing under his weight and his kisses, his voice cuts through the air one last time. It’s hushed, barely there, but you still make out the words right before he falls unconscious. 

“Please, don’t leave me, baby.”

You open your mouth to speak, but your voice is drowned out by the loud gunshot coming from outside the house.

a/n: thank you so much for reading if you've reached the end of this chapter <3 can't wait for more! im definitely taking this slow bc im not ready to stop writing for these two yet, so prepare for more parts lmao. sending love to all of you! xoxo reblogs are appreciated

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February Filth Fest - Day 17

Post Date: 17th February 2023 Pairing: Mingi x Fem!Reader Content: Smut - Daddy kink/ Praise WC: 500 TW?: SoftDom+Daddy!Mingi/ Sub!Reader/ Nipple play/ Fingering (F receiving)/ Oral (F recieving)

February Filth Fest Masterlist                         Prompt list

a.n. I have to use my phone to write and post for the next few days so the formatting will be weird, but I hope to still get a post out a night until Tuesday tho I will be very busy.

“That’s my sweet girl, so incredible.” Mingi coos with a hitch in his breath whilst you straddle his lap, his fingers trailing down the sides of your arms, smiling so sweetly up at you.

“Mingi-“ Your little start of a plead instantly gets cut off by the sudden authoritative glare that he shoots you, “Daddy, please touch me.”

His glare softens, eyes glowing with a smirk growing on his face, tongue caught between his lips as he admires your chest, covered in a pink lace cloth, your nipples noticeable behind the fabric.

“Good girl for using your words, of course I can touch you.” The deepness of his voice makes your quiver, tense around nothing as you’re brought closer to him, though his fingers trail back up your arms, over your collarbones and down each mound on your chest.

“How sensitive are you for me today, sweet girl?” He asks, an eyebrow raising on his face as his thumb barely brushes against one of your nipples to test the waters, happily surprised when your breathing increases, biting your lip.

A satisfied groan comes from him as he tries his best to ignore the aching erection he has, and how much he wants to take you there and then.

Another brush over your nipple and an audible moan escapes your lips, looking at him doe eyed, making his cock twitch for you.

“Such pretty moans, be a good girl and be a little louder for me?”

What he asked, you did. Not that your body gave you any choice in the matter, especially when his tongue circulates around one of your nipples, a hand caressing your other breast, teasing the other nipple between his fingers and his other hand lowering down your body, to play with you through the thinnest fabric of underwear you chose to put on.

“Daddy!” You whimper with your head thrown back, the mixture of his warm and wet tongue toying with your nipples with his fingers now pressing into you, grazing the right spot is enough to make you pass out.

Only for a moment, to reply does he actually takes his tongue off you. The feeling of how soaked you are already just by his tongue and fingers alone makes him teeter on the edge, his cock begging for attention.

“Fuck, I can’t cope with you moaning like that, but Daddy wants to treat his precious baby, he can’t be selfish.” He groans against your chest, peppering kisses along your chest to reattach his lips to the other nipple.

“Daddy, please do whatever you want to me... Please~” You moan with a quickness in your speech, just wanting to get it out before his fingers edge you closer to your orgasm.

Pulling his head away from your chest, he looks at your half eyed expression, pointing in pleasure as your hands grab onto his shoulders, your lips parting when he grazes a finger against your clit, circling it again momentarily before pulling his hand away.

“How can I not when you’re so well behaved, and ask nicely for it.” Mingi’s eyes roll to the back if his head in sexual frustration, knowing when he’s got you like this, he can never say no to you.

This is why you get away with so much when you’re behaving like a good girl for him, even when he’s tongue deep into your cunt, the way you beg to cum, he couldn’t possibly play any tricks. You have a finger wrapped around his pinky.

“Please- Daddy- Cum!” You scream with your face shoved into a pillow, ass up in the hair for him as he eats you out from behind, your slick and his saliva making a mess all over the place.

“Just like that, continue being a good girl and you can cum,” He moans against your core, his breath making you twitch as his tongue is flat against your slit, pressing hard and lapping at it like a thirsty dog.

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[petersbaby]

Take me where the music ain't too loud - part 1 of 2 ♡

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: rough/dominant language, oral m receiving, ball worship (I’m not really sure what to call it), facial

A/N: hi :)

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Everything is so loud, so overwhelming, but you still feel his grip on your wrist as he practically drags you to the upstairs bathroom at this party. You’d been dancing with him for a while, grinding all up on him in front of everybody and he’d finally had enough.

“Fuck, I found myself a little whore. You’re gonna be mine, alright? You wanna be mine tonight?”

You nod dumbly, dropping down to your knees and he smiles wickedly. He was soaking up the way you oozed with need for him, the way he could tell you wanted him the second you locked eyes in the busy room. He reaches down and grabs your hair, yanking it roughly to force you to look up at him.

“Say you need it.”

You blink, looking at him, lips slightly parted. He pulled harder and the sting brought you back to reality.

“Please, I need it.”

“Please, huh? So nice for me. Go ahead.”

You immediately bring your hands up to his belt buckle, feeling the leather and metal on your fingertips. He stares down at you in your desperate state, getting the buckle undone and looking back up at him as if to seek praise for a job well done. He just nods, smiling slightly. You continue, now unbuttoning, then unzipping, then…

It sits heavy in front of your face, and part of you wonders if he’s so hard for you or if he just was and you were the first girl he happened to find. As you pause for a moment, he reaches down to caress your cheek.

“So pretty. My pretty girl. Put it in your mouth.”

Your lips immediately fall open along with your jaw, and you get your mouth on him, taking the base of his cock in your hand at the same time. He groans, feeling so much relief from the contact. You pump his shaft while you start sucking, taking half the length in your mouth at first.

Another groan and a quiet “fuck” from him was enough to encourage you to take the rest. You wanted to be so good for him. It wasn’t long til the tip touched the back of your throat, again and again. He has a fistful of your hair, pulling on it, starting to help you move at the pace he wanted.

It’s obscene, filthy, what you’re doing to this man, and what he’s doing to you. Thankfully the music outside drowned out a lot of the sounds. You had to pull off at one point, unable to breathe, and just looked up at the taller man with wet lips and drool dripping down your chin.

He was impressed your eyes weren’t watering and how little you’d gagged, his cock filling your mouth and throat so well.

He lets you have a little break, running his thumb along your wet chin and then sticking it in your mouth, giving you something smaller to suck on and trying to give you back some of your saliva.

Your hand snakes down between your thighs and beneath your skirt, shamelessly rutting against your own fingers to get rid of some of the ache. When he notices this, he laughs at you, wicked.

“You know, that almost makes me sad.” He ponders out loud, thumb still in your mouth. “But it’s all about me right now, okay, baby?Your purpose here, right now, is to make me feel good. Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you slightly nod, the finger slipping out so you can speak only for a moment, “I’m sorry, sir. Only you.”

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, rolling his eyes back.

You take the base of his cock in your hand, the one that was touching yourself, and take the rest back into your mouth without breaking eye contact with him, sucking hard and hollowing your cheeks out. That dominant hand moves downwards to his balls, massaging them in its palm.

“Shit, you like those? Suck on ‘em, princess.”

You pull yourself off of his cock and proceed to follow his instructions, taking his testicles into your mouth one at a time while fondling them too.

“Goddamn, keep going. Just like that.”

He takes his cock into his own hand now, after spitting on his palm, he spreads the wetness and starts to jerk himself off while you play with his heavy balls.

His other hand holds your hair as he watches you, how disgusting you were getting for him. His strokes get quicker and quicker, and he feels himself coming to a climax.

“Gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He chokes out before you move just in time to catch it. You sit right below the tip with your mouth open wide, tongue out, and it starts coming.

Some of the salty substance lands in your mouth, but the rest shoots out all over your face. He keeps pumping until every last drop is gone, groaning and moaning.

When he comes back to earth and looks at the state of you, he can hardly believe his eyes. You looked so perfect. Also dumb, just sitting, still, on your knees as if you don’t know what to do next.

“Oh, shit. Okay.” He collects himself, fully dressing back up and scans the bathroom. There’s a shelf with clean, folded towels on it, perfect.

He grabs one, and turn on the sink, waiting for the water coming out to get warm before running a part of the towel under it. He crouches down to your level, gently starting to wipe off the substance from your face.

When he’s done the best he can, he helps pull you back up out of the floor and pushes you up to sit on the counter. He wasn’t done, you had mascara streaking below your eyes like you’d been crying so he grabs a tissue and gets the black makeup marks off of your cheeks too.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You finally speak. It was confusing, contrasted to the way he was talking to you earlier and how rough he was being.

He chuckles lightly.

“I thought you were just some slut, but you’re actually beautiful. Still slutty, but so beautiful.”

“Oh. Thank…you?”

“Mhm. I’ll see you around, okay? I’m going back out to the party.”

“Okay.” You say softly, still sitting on the sink counter when he left you.