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yourlocalsmutwriter · 10 hours ago
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Tell me something awful like you are a lover stuck in the body of a racing guy - Fernando Alonso x reader
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Summary: phone sex drabble with Alonso I wrote on the train.
Pop music blares through your headphones from your guilty pleasure playlist as you're scrubbing a kitchen counter. The blonde singer's words about hating it here couldn't resonate with you more. Living with strangers was bareable. Them being students and not really sticking to a cleaning schedule was to be expected. You'd committed similar sins before. But texting your landlord to fix your water pressure while the state of the kitchen (and honestly, the whole flat) was abysmal wasn't the smartest. You hated confrontation,so it was on you to bring everything up to the guy's standards. One bit of the shared space took you an hour. You were tired. Unemployed. Done. Cold. Just as you were about to follow your astrology app's suggestion of a good cry, you get a WhatsApp notification from your boyfriend, asking you to call him.
"Hey, Fernando. Everything all right?"you say as his face pops on screen.
"Yeah, I just woke up. Figured I wanted to give you a tour of Sin City, but I think you'll have to wait a bit," he trails off.
"What, not feeling like an early bird, huh? Usually, I'd be the one bugging you to stay in bed with me and cuddle more. What's new, hmm?" you ask, curious as to why he's called you out of the blue.
He just grunts and flips the camera. Your eyes take a second to process what you're seeing. And then you focus on the tent in his boxers. As if intent to kill you both on the spot, he adds, "You know, it's your fault. Had a dream about you, and apparently, even fake you has the same effect as the real thing."
You laugh, just a bit.
"Sorry, sorry, love. Just the thought of you getting a morning boner like some teenager is hilarious." Sensing that he's about to hang up and not wanting to deal with it, there's a plan forming. The good cry you were considering a few moments before was going to be turning into a good wank. "Wait. Let me help you. Please?"
Fernando pretends to consider it for a moment. You both know that phone sex is the key to not loosing one's mind during a triple header.
"Fine." He agrees. "But you gotta put on a real show on for me, beautiful. Wanna see you ride your toy like it's me.".
"It is you,". Nando's reaction to your previous dildo was to replace it as soon as possible. You were flabbergasted that he would go through with cloning his willy, as the kit said, just to stake a stupid claim on you. All your annoyance evaporated the first time you used the new toy and came so hard you questioned every other solo orgasm before. You tell your boyfriend you'd be right back as you swiftly disappear to wash the dildo. Thankfully, no one's around to see you. You prop your phone on the edge of the bed, following Nando's example. His hand is already slowly palming his cock. You're about to spread the lube on your hands, when you realize you're still fully clothed.
"Teasing or quickie?" You ask him.
"You know the quote, honey. As much as I wanna watch you touch yourself and suck it first, on a time crunch here. So, clothes off and giddy up, cowgirl." He says.
You spread the lube on the dildo, matching Fernando's pace. God, the visuals of his cock, ready for you but out of reach was driving you crazy.
"You know what to do, baby. Rub your clit like I would touch you. Don't be cutting corners just because I'm not there to guide you on it properly." He adds.
You loved his more commanding side. Before you two had sex for the first time, he wondered why you'd pick someone his age to date. It became glaring obvious during fucking you, the way you melted against his words, how you begged him to be faster, harder, rougher, to not hold back on you. You depended on him to give you just what other partners often missed to do.
You realized that you were spacing out and returned to the task at hand. Circling your clit, once, twice and thrice and already you're wet and ready. You straddle the toy, making sure Fernando gets a premium view of how the plastic cock sinks inside of you slowly.
He groans and tightens his fist, squeezing it against the base.
"Faster, honey. Show me that I taught you how to take it. Ride it for me." He commands, needing to see you fall apart and soon.
You bite your lip and find your rhythm. Usually, when you used the dildo, it was in missionary. This position was making everything so much more intense for you it was as if you were doing it with the real thing. Speeding up, you could feel the toy going deeper, making you clench against it. You let you a quiet moan of Fernando's name, a plea, and a futile action.
"You look so good like this, my love. God, when I come back, I want to taste you as you play with this. Would you like this? To feel my tongue on your clit as you're fucking yourself on my dick, huh? Sound good, no?". Nando's fantasy reminds you of how his hands will be on you soon, how you'll fall apart on his lips, how he'll make sure to have you coming in exotic destinations, away from everything you hate here. This fuels a fire in you and you're thrusting your hips, the toy slick with your wetness.
Your boyfriend's pumping matches your speed, and you can see how he's rubbing down drops of precum down his shaft.
"Tell me when you're about to cum for me, beautiful. Let's do it together." Less than a minute later you're a moaning mess, pussy clenching against the plastic replica of your lover's cock and saying that you're about to finish. Fernando encourages you to go over the edge, to finish you both off like a good girl. And that's exactly what you do. You wish you could take the shot where he angles his cock and cums all over his stomach and have it burned behind your retinas forever. You're both panting and spent and taking a few minutes before starting your actual post-orgasm rituals and clean up.
"I'll call you again in half an hour, okay? Let me know what you wanna see of Vegas, and I'll have my driver pass it. Think I have the time to even walk into some landmarks and get you whatever souvenirs what you want. Plan and let me know. I love you, sweetheart." He says. Underneath the tough exterior and the sometimes arrogant facade was a gentle, wonderful boyfriend. Maybe you didn't really hate it here. And just maybe he was a lover, stuck in the body of a racing guy.
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whmp · 1 year ago
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hey, it's me! i'm still alive, somehow, though just barely. this semester has been pretty tough so far and will probably remain that way until spring. despite this, i managed to add some fun new features. : ) ALSO i promise 100000% that if you sent me an ask i WILL answer it. i will. anyway, look at all those cool things! -> a system for cuts, bruises, tattoos, wounds and other decorations your whumpee's skin is an empty canvas. whether you fill it with scars and wounds or cutesy band aids is up to you!
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the way this is set up is kind of like a bunch of stickers. so for example, if you decide to hurt the lil' guy with something sharp, he'll get a "stab wound" sticker in the spot you decided to target. over time, that sticker will change over to a "stab scar" one. it's a very flexible way to do things, but it still needs some work and a couple big changes, since it's very unfriendly to low-end computers. in terms of visuals though, it should look exactly the same as the decal-based "decorations" for your whumpee that you see above!
- a better way of getting that dude on camera the camera system is now a lot more immersive and will fit the story. the awkward developer cam that could clip into walls is no more.
you can drag around the view and zoom in and out by scrolling. as you progress, you'll get access to even more ways to invade your whumpee's privacy. : )
-> new ways to get horny in the last devlog post (around 1000 years ago) i said that you won't see any "horny accessories" in the upcoming updates. that was a complete lie, sorry! here's a preview of some cool new horns you can give to your whumpee.
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the neat part is that the horns are customizable - other than just choosing the shape, you can modify their size and color gradient. -> other stuff + story i've made plenty of changes and additions to the back end. most of it is not flashy or super significant - most of the time and energy i could dedicate to the project went right into fueling the violent, bloody conflict between me and custom shader code. i've also made some updates to how time is simulated and fixed a bunch of bugs. there is now a sound system too! i'll look for some copyright-free sfx and music before the next update. oh, and there's some lore too!
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i've been experimenting with different ways of delivering the main storyline. heavily stylized cutscene-like sequences were very fun to do! not sure if i'll stick with this style though. either way, i have the general outline of something that resembles a plot. >: ) that's it for now! again, sorry for the irregular update schedule. i've been following the "no progress for a long time, then one night you have all the energy and inspiration in the world and you zone the fuck out for an unhealthy amount of time just working on your thing then until realize that you're going to be asleep within the next 40 seconds" development strategy - hopefully, my brain will kindly allow me to switch to a more comfortable workflow. :' ) taglist below: (let me know if you want to be added OR LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT TO ADD YOU IM SO SORRY) @whumpinthepot @andithewhumper @pigeonwhumps @monarchthefirst @scp-1296 @whumpedydump @screenys-whump-corner @whumpshaped @bloodsweatandpotato @burning-and-remembering @thealmightyconeoftruth @whimpity-whumpity @catnykit @vietbluecoeur @rainythealias @cardboardarsonist @snakebites-and-ink @lthrboy @woo-lu-woo @wingsofadragonsstuff @wecoffphm @bayvel @pics-and-fanfics @dokidokisadness @generic-whumperz @lambetjenasus @aarika-merrill @hayaneakabane @moons-cozy-corner @brittaunfiltered09 @rule-masochism @reverie1234 @oddsconvert @wh-wh-whumpified @currentlyinthesprial @cupcakes-and-pain @heavenlyden @whumpsday @likeadeadbattery @stay-on-topic1 @cyborg0109 @kawhump @astrowhump
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zweigsangel · 19 days ago
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ex fratboy! chris. smut-angst. 1.8k words.
it’s one of those late nights, and you’re standing there in the middle of a way-too-crowded, kinda messy party that, honestly, you only came to ‘cause your friends dragged you here. the air's thick with too many people, bad beer, and random songs blaring loud enough to drown out any thoughts you might’ve had. and that’s when you see him: chris. the ex you swore you were over. but like, really, are you?
it’s weird though, ‘cause he’s just chilling across the room, laughing too loud, his arm around some guy you don’t recognize, talking animatedly about god knows what. he’s got that same stupid, loose stance, shoulders relaxed, wearing that hoodie he always wore, the one you’d stolen a million times. you think— hope, he hasn’t noticed you, so you kinda try to blend in, sticking close to the wall, pretending to check your phone.
you weren’t always like this, all distant and tense. you’d meet up after his frat meetings, and he’d tell you all these wild stories about his brothers, like the time they tried building a slip n’ slide down the staircase and ended up getting written up by their advisor. you’d just sit there laughing so hard you’d cry, and he’d look at you like nothing in the world could ever compare. and for a while, it felt like he was it. but it ended, kinda messy, mostly because chris was…well, chris. he’d blow off plans, flirt with people at parties, and honestly, it just felt like he didn’t know what he wanted. or maybe he did, and it just wasn’t you. he’d show up late and drunk, ramble on about his deep thoughts on the universe, and then disappear for days, leaving you feeling like some kind of afterthought. eventually, you got tired of being the whenever person, so you cut it off. even if it hurt.
it’s been a few months now, and you’re doing your thing—focusing on classes, seeing friends, trying to move on.
but nah. of course he sees you.
“yo, wait up,” he calls, weaving his way through people, looking right at you. you try to act casual, like this isn’t a big deal, like you don’t feel your stomach flip. he stops in front of you, that grin still hanging on his face. “hey,” he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “long time no see, huh?”
“yeah, well, been busy,” you reply, shrugging. it sounds casual enough, but he’s still looking at you like he’s trying to read something on your face.
“you look good,” he says after a pause, and it’s so out of character for him to just say something like that, straight-up, that it throws you off for a second “uh...thanks?” you laugh, awkwardly. you know he’s probably just trying to be friendly, but you can’t help wondering if there’s more to it. “so...you still doing the same old chris thing?”
he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck, looking away for a second. “i guess so,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. and then he kinda sighs, like he’s tired of the frat boy act, or maybe just tired of himself. “been, uh…been thinkin’ about you,” he admits, his voice low. “more than i probably should.”
you try to brush it off, folding your arms to keep your cool. “oh, yeah? that’s, uh, new.”
“i know, i know, i messed up,” he says, sighing. “just…never got you outta my head, y’know?” you can feel yourself softening despite everything. “yeah, well, maybe you should’ve tried harder.”
he looks at you, his eyes searching yours, and there’s this vulnerability there, like he’s finally ready to admit something he’s been holding back. “you think i didn’t? trust me, i tried. i just…i dunno. couldn’t do it.”
you don’t want to care, don’t want to feel that old pull, but it’s there, creeping up on you. he steps closer, barely an inch between you now, his gaze never leaving yours. “you want me to back off?” he murmurs, his voice barely audible over the music. “just tell me, and i will.”
you could tell him to go. could shut this down, walk away, stay done with him. but instead, you shake your head, just a tiny movement, and he lets out a soft breath, like he’s been holding it in. before you can think, his hand’s on your waist, his fingers brushing lightly over your hip, pulling you closer.
the kiss starts slow, tentative, his lips brushing over yours like he’s testing if this is real. then his hand moves up, slipping around your back, and it’s like something inside you snaps. you grab the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer, and he lets out a low sound, his grip on you tightening as he presses his body against yours, his mouth moving over yours with more intensity.
“missed you,” he whispers against your lips, his voice rough, desperate. you barely register the words, just feel the heat rising between you two, feel his hands sliding lower, pulling you against him, his fingers firm on your waist, his mouth moving along your jaw, down to your neck, sending shivers through you. you tug him toward the hallway, away from the crowded room, and he follows, his hand gripping yours, letting you lead him through the maze of people until you push open the bathroom door, dragging him inside.
the space is cramped and a little dingy, but you don’t care. the second the door clicks shut, his hands are on you, pushing you gently but firmly against the door. his mouth crashes into yours, hot and urgent, and your hands find their way under his hoodie, slipping over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. you tug the hoodie off him, and he lifts his arms to help you, tossing it aside without a second thought, his hands already back on you, roaming down your sides, exploring every inch.
he kisses you harder, more intense, his lips pressing down your neck, his hands slipping under your top, that quickly joins the hoodie on the floor.
“god, i’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost a growl. “yeah? thought you forgot about me,” you tease, but there’s no real bite to your words. it’s playful, but you both know the truth behind it.
“never forgot. couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you,” he admits, his hands sliding up to your bra, deft fingers working to unclasp it. you feel a thrill of excitement mixed with nerves as it falls away, and his hands are on your bare skin, exploring, his touch igniting every nerve in your body.
“you’re, uh…sure about this?” he murmurs, his voice low, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. you don’t even hesitate. “yeah,” you whisper, barely able to keep your voice steady.
he lets out a soft, almost relieved sound, and his mouth finds yours again, hungrier this time, like he’s been holding back and can’t anymore. his hands slide down, finding the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down, his touch steady and deliberate, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. you step out of it, your pulse racing as his hands explore you, pulling you closer, pressing you against him.
you tug at his belt, fingers fumbling, but he’s already helping, working the buckle loose, kicking off his jeans. he’s back against you in a second, his hands on your hips, his lips trailing down your collarbone, leaving a trail of warmth and shivers in their wake.
he lifts you, setting you on the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist. “you okay?” he asks, checking in, “yeah, jus’ do it,” you whisper, barely able to hold back the urge to pull him closer, “please.”
he’s kissing you again, his mouth moving against yours as you feel him press against you, hot and hard, and you let out a soft gasp. “need you,” he murmurs, almost pleading, and that raw honesty sends a thrill through you. you nod, breathless, and he positions himself, sliding inside you slowly, giving you a moment to adjust. it feels incredible, every inch of him fitting perfectly, like he was made for you.
“god, you’re so tight,” he groans, burying his face in your neck, and the sound of his voice makes you moan softly. as he starts moving, the rhythm is slow at first, deliberate, and you feel every thrust, every movement building inside you. he’s murmuring your name, breathless, and the heat between you is consuming. you wrap your legs tighter around him, pulling him in deeper, urging him to go faster.
“yeah? you like that?” he asks, his breath hot against your skin as he quickens the pace. it feels electric, every thrust sending shockwaves through you, and you nod, lost in the sensation.
“so good, chris,” you moan, the words tumbling out as you feel that familiar coil tightening deep inside you. he leans back, looking at you with those dark, intense eyes, and it drives you wild. “gonna make you feel good, okay?” he says, and there’s something in the way he says it that makes your heart race.
with each thrust, the world outside fades away. it’s just the two of you, the heat of the moment enveloping you, and you feel that sweet pressure building, your body responding to every touch, every whisper, until you’re trembling around him, ready to fall apart.
“come on, babe,” he encourages, his voice low and rough, and you can hear the strain in it as he moves faster, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “can’t hold on much longer,” you breathe, feeling that familiar rush as he hits just the right spot, sending you spiraling.
“let go for me,” he says, his voice thick with desire, and the way he looks at you, his eyes dark and hungry, pushes you over the edge. with a loud gasp, you’re coming undone, waves of pleasure crashing over you, and he follows right after, burying himself deep as he lets go. the sound of his voice, mixed with yours, fills the tiny bathroom, and in that moment, it’s just the two of you, lost in each other, together again in a way you thought you’d never be.
as you both come down from the high, he pulls you close, resting his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. he doesn’t say anything, just lets the silence settle between you, a quiet, unspoken apology wrapped up in the way he looks at you, his eyes softer than you remember, like maybe he’s finally realized what he’s been missing all along.
and for now, it’s enough to let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.
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ms-demeanor · 9 months ago
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Hey nobody has asked me about this ADHD money management tip and it depends on having at least a tiny bit of flex in your budget but I'm about to spend a frustrating amount of money on flour and I can only do it because of this tip:
Hide cash from yourself like a squirrel.
Use whatever receptacle you'd like, envelopes or a zipper bag or an old wallet, create labels for the stuff you're saving for, and tuck money in there occasionally.
My stash lives in an old wallet with strips of paper around it. It's got dividers for "car registration," "bulk food," "vet visit," and a couple other things.
These are things that I know happen every year or multiple times a year that take more cash than I can easily spare from a single paycheck. If I stick twenty bucks a month in an old wallet it will mean that even if I have to pay late fees, I don't have to put my car registration on a credit card and pay interest on my late fees. If I stick ten bucks a month in an old wallet I can buy 25lbs of flour twice a year. If I can stick a bit more or less cash as it's available into the wallet I can make sure that my twice-annual regular vet visits with senior dog bloodwork and vaccinations aren't going to be too much of a hit to that month's grocery budget.
Like, everyone talks about "put money in savings once a month" or "have an account you don't touch for emergencies" and that can totally work if you can swing it, but I know it's REALLY hard for me to keep from pulling from the "emergency" fund for stuff that's a minor emergency/or is regular maintenance that I should have planned for/etc.
It's much harder for me to pull from the actual cash sitting in a physical room in my house because A) I'll probably forget it and B) that means that I have to think through using those funds in a lot more of a direct way than I would when using a debit card and C) I literally can't access it when I'm out of the house (the emergency fund HAS to be on the card to be accessible, the "i need expensive groceries" money doesn't have to be ready to go at all times and if it is available I know myself and it'll get used before it's expensive grocery time).
Like. If you know you have an expense that you have to pay for every year, hide cash specifically for that expense instead of in a general "expenses" fund because if you're not great with money and you've got an iffy memory you might look at your expenses fund and go "okay my computer crashed and there's five hundred bucks in the fund I can replace it and get back to work, cool" and there goes your car registration and a vet visit. At least if you need to physically grab that cash for an emergency you can make note of what you're going to have a deficit for later in the year.
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cllightning81 · 4 months ago
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Dyslexic Fails [LN4]
Summary : The three times dyslexia failed you and Lando
Pairing/s: Lando Norris x Reader
Word Count : 0.8k
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You and Lando had been friends for years but only started dating over the past years. What started off as an easy relationship as friends turned into something harder when you both realised you were dyslexic and struggled to spell, and neither of you could help the other. 
Lando was in his little office area and you were in yours working on a photo that you needed edited for a customer sooner rather than later but you had become distracted by a instagram post of a friend who’d posted the announcement of their child's birth. 
You had sat there for ages trying to spell the same word repeatedly however no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t spell it and speech to text wasn’t working with your accent no matter how posh you attempted to make yourself sound so you had to go for the fourth best thing after retrying, autocorrect and speech to text. Lando. 
Walking through to his office, still attempting to spell that stupid word. You quietly knocked on the door before pushing it open as Lando looked over with a smile. 
“What���s wrong? Not working?” He asked gently as he pushed the microphone away from his face
“I can’t spell it” you mumbled, holding your phone out for him. Lando took a look at the message before looking back up at you 
“What are you trying to spell, darling?” He asked, turning around in his chair to face you fully
“Beautiful” you replied, tilting your head as you watched him attempt to spell it as well before giving up after a couple of minutes with a huff. Turning back to his PC with your phone still in hand. 
“Chat, how do you spell beautiful?” He asked, and you laughed, leaning against the back of his seat as you watched everyone spell beautiful in the chat. Lando copied it down on his phone for you with a smile he handed it back 
“Thank you love” You smiled, and he nodded 
“You’re welcome. Tell them I said congratulations. Can you spell that?” He teased, and you shook your head 
“No. I can’t” You whined, and he laughed 
“Chat do your thing” you laughed, leaning back against his chair to copy the spelling. 
“Fuck being dyslexic” You mumbled kissing his head before walking out of the room.
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Being dyslexic meant that not only did you struggle with long and complicated words but also the word and complicated words. 
Lando had been getting his helmet hand painted by the company who makes the trophies for the Hungarian grand prix and you had joined him really excited to see the projects that they did but when Lando went to sign the guest book that’s when the problems came. 
Lando couldn’t spell a couple of words. Some of which you remembered how to spell and others neither of you could figure out the spelling for which is how Lando’s spelling of family entered the internet with people either saying how cute it was or bullying him for not being able to spell. 
You personally thought it was cute. As teachers have always said ‘Spell it how you say it’ which is one thing that you and Lando stick to constantly because neither of you can spell some words. 
“I hate people that think they know better than us just because they can spell correctly and at first try” You laughed knowing how much it irritated him even when he talks about his struggles with it occasionally. 
"I know you do love, but I bet there's words that even they can't spell." You shrugged, rubbing his back as he nodded
"At least they can read out loud, though," you huffed, and he nodded
"That's very true"
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Mclaren had the brilliant idea to put you and Lando in the same video where they made you read things out loud. Now your original plan was to make Oscar read everything out, but when you started that during the video, the admins weren’t happy with that. 
Apparently, you even being here was Lando’s idea in the first place. Apparently, he was feeling too clingy to do a video with you standing behind the camera, and he wanted to be next to you the whole time. 
So after getting told off by the admins, Lando moved towards you a little more so you could work on the cards together. It couldn’t be too hard, could it? 
Wrong. It was worse than reading out loud at school, and you were only reading a couple of lines of lyrics from a song. 
“This games stupid” you mumbled to Lando, who nodded
“Osc you’re reading again” Lando nodded, earning a glare from the media admins. 
“Look, you're making two dyslexics read out loud. To read four of these cards, your video will be at least half an hour long if we keep reading them” Lando shrugged as Oscar held back a laugh from next to you.
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thebigbadbatswife · 2 months ago
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OCT 5th - Orgasm Denial
Pairing - Jason Todd x F!Reader
Title - In For A Long Night
Summary - Another heist, another run in with the big, bad Red Hood. Only tonight he seems to want to drive you mad.
Warnings - Orgasm Denial, Enemies with Benefits, Jason is very mean <3, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Large Cock. Shameless Smut, Rough Sex.
Word Count - 860
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“Hood, please,” you whine. Your legs are shaking, your body begging for release as tears slide the sides of your face. Red Hood’s gloved thumb is pressed against your engorged and overly sensitive clit, rubbing it in slow, tight circles that makes you feel like you’re on fire. 
All night he’s been teasing you. Those thick fingers of his toying with your clit over and over again. Bringing you straight toward the edge of your climax before pulling away and making sure that you don’t reach it. It’s completely maddening. All you want is to orgasm and he refuses to let you.
You hadn’t even meant to get caught by him tonight. Red Hood hadn’t even been on your mind. Your focus had been on making enough money tonight in order to pay your rent. You hadn’t even stopped to think that you might run into him.
But here you are. Lying on the cold marble floor of the penthouse you were in the middle of robbing. Your suit has been stripped from you. Lying in a heap along with your bag of stolen goods. 
“Something wrong, baby?” he asks. He sounds so condescending and it lowkey makes you hate him. 
You groan in frustration. Is this his plan to turn you away from a life of crime? You don’t get to come until you denounce your criminal ways? You have half a mind to shove him away and tell him to go fuck himself. Who’s he to think that he could change you considering what he did shortly after showing up in Gotham?
At the same time though, no one makes you feel nearly as good as he does. Even now, through your frustration, his thumb against your clit feels great. Better than great. Amazing. There really is no one else in this city, or world, that you can say that has ever made you feel quite like he has. 
You can feel yourself getting closer again. Your breath is coming out harder and faster and your moans growing louder as the muscles in the lower half of your body starts to tense. Fuck, you’re so close. So, so close. If he just keeps touching you…
As soon as the pressure against your clit disappears, you’re whining as you feel your impending climax quickly fizzle away. You hate him, you decide as you glare at him. You can’t see his face thanks to that stupid helmet of his, but you’re sure he’s smirking away underneath it.
You don’t even get a chance to voice your anger, when he’s suddenly flipping you onto your front. You hear the unmistakable sound of his combat pants being unbuttoned and unzipped. His hands grip your hips and force you up on to your knees, so your ass is sticking up into the air. It’s not a very flattering position, but you’re beyond caring if this means he’s finally going to let you come. 
Before you know it, the fat head of his cock is pressing up against the entrance of your pussy. Your walls squeeze around nothing, your body already anticipating what’s about to happen. It’s the only warning you get before he’s entering you with a single thrust, the slick dripping from you making it extremely easy for him to do so.
There’s no chance for you to adjust to the size of him before he’s dragging his cock back out of you and slamming straight back in. His pace is harsh and punishing and all you can really do is lay there and take it. You think it’s safe for you to consider your stolen goods forfeit. There’s no way, after he’s done fucking you, that you’re going to be able to get away in a timely fashion.
You’re getting close again, the pleasure building up faster than before. You hope that he doesn’t notice, even though you’re sure he already has. It’s hard for him not to with how your body is hugging his cock, clenching around him, as your moans become less and less coherent as your mind turns to mush. All of your focus going to your impending orgasm that you’re sure he’s going to take from you once more.
It’s like he hears your thoughts because the next thing you know is that you’re overcome with the feeling of being completely empty once more, your cunt squeezing around nothing. A quiet growl leaves you as you feel your orgasm fade away again. You look over your shoulder at him, your eyes narrowed.
“What the hell did I ever do to you?” you hiss. 
He nonchalant shrugs at you, like his cock isn’t rock hard, the head red and swollen and leaking precum and dripping with your arousal. “Shouldn’t have tried to steal from me.”
Now you are confused. What is he talking about? When have you ever tried to steal from him? You look around the room and as soon as you notice the wall of guns, that you had somehow previously missed, it hits you. Fuck. This is his place because of course it’s his place. You sigh.
“I’m in for a long night, huh?”
“Definitely.”
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ktittycat · 8 months ago
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regulus black x female reader | sleeping beauty
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* somnophilia, perv!reggie, masturbating, basically non-con, innocence kink, cuz reggie’s like a brother to you :( he calls u good girl, p in v, unsafe sex …. if there’s more tags tell me
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you were a deep sleeper. it would take more than 5 alarms to wake you up— and if someone were to slap you across the face… you might wake up, but would immediately go back to sleep. it’s 12 AM when your best friend, someone who you view as a brother, enters your dorm room. it’s just you in there, since all your dorm mates had gone out that night.
you don’t even notice, deep asleep and snoring quietly. he smiles lazily at your hello kitty shirt., and fuck, you aren’t even wearing shorts. you’re wearing these cute hello kitty underwear to match. his pants tighten at the sight.
he knows it’s wrong. you’re sleeping and completely unaware of what he’s about to do to you. and regulus knows you view him as a brother. but with your cute frame and those doe eyes— he’s bound to fall in love. he moves a piece of hair out of your face.
“you’re just so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbles as he kisses your cheek, tugging up your shirt to reveal those perky boobs he’s been dying to see. “fuck.”
he fondles with them for a bit before pulling down his sweatpants, his hard cock popping out. it’s tip is throbbing with a bright red. he so desperately needs you. he holds your chin gently, positioning your face so he can see you. and he strokes. strokes to the sight of your boobs and your unconscious face.
“fuck,” he lets out a low groan. he squeezes his cock harder. you whimper in your sleep, and turn back around. he smirks and cups your breast, still jerking off to the sight of your body. he moans quietly until he reaches his high, shuddering as his cum spurts all over your chest. he chuckles quietly.
“such an innocent girl,” he whispers. he peppers small kisses down your body as he moves your panties to the side. “you’d be such a good girl for me.”
regulus grunts quietly when he sees your pussy. he’s immediately hard again. his tip teases the entrance of your cunt. he bites his lip. “you won’t mind if i stick it in just a little bit, hm?”
you’re still fast asleep. as he enters just the aching head of his cock inside of you, you unconsciously spread your legs wider. he lets out a small chuckle, rubbing your thighs. he grinds against you desperately, whimpering like a bitch in heat just from your virgin pussy.
oh my god, he thinks as he thrusts, pushing himself inside even more. i’m taking her virginity and she doesn’t even know.
“so fucking tight,” his breath hitches as he bottoms out, his large cock reaching deep inside you. “pretty little virgin.”
he pounds into you desperately, and you stay asleep during all of this. his moans become hoarse as his orgasm comes close. he knows he shouldn’t come inside you… but the way your pussy clenches around him and how warm your insides feel— he spills inside immediately. his head throws back as he comes, mouth wide open and he’s gotten completely reckless. he’s moaning loudly.
regulus pulls out. he takes out his phone and takes a picture of your disheveled state. it’s wrong, and he feels an immense amount of guilt, but oh, he’s gonna jerk off to that later. he spends the next few minutes using his fingers to scoop his cum out, and cleans your cum-covered boobs. just a few minutes later, and you’re back to normal. he kisses your lips softly before leaving your room.
he sees you in the morning, eating breakfast in the great hall. you smile and wave at him, regulus immediately walks over to you.
“hi reggie,” you smile as you eat your food. “how’d you sleep?”
“good…” he chuckles nervously. “and you?”
“i slept good but,” you frown. “i must’ve slept wrong because my legs are so sore.”
“oh. that’s weird. you want reggie to massage your legs for you?” he smiles, feigning innocence. you nod and make plans for him to come over to your dorm later so he can massage your thighs.
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eoieopda · 1 year ago
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tidal.
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but vernon has a point to make, so that’s precisely what he does: “i don’t need a sales pitch. you will never — ever — have to convince me to fuck you.” 
pairing: vernon x afab!reader type: one-shot (fluff n’ smut) au: est. relationship wc: 4.8k rating: 18+ a/n: i didn’t plan this whatsoever, but i felt so weirdly compelled to write it that i avoided eye-contact with all of my wips, and now… here we are, lol. cw: pov switch, reader is afab + on their period, gender identity + pronouns aren’t designated, blood mention (obvi), unprotected p in v penetration (ill-advised!!), wee bit of dry-humping (ig?), a lil massage, pet names (baby, sweetheart), self-indulgent ref to a favorite docu of mine, and lastly — vernon (yes, this is a warning 🧍🏻) 🔞 MINORS WHO INTERACT WITH ME AND/OR MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED, WHETHER OR NOT THE CONTENT IS NSFW. I’M AN ADULT WRITING EXCLUSIVELY FOR OTHER ADULTS.
Vernon isn’t blind. 
He can see you out of the corner of his eye, laying flat on your back, several unexplained centimeters away from his side. With the duvet clenched in your fists, you stare intently up at the ceiling, like you’re waiting for it to move — or trying to move it yourself, telekinetically. You keep your bottom lip pinched between your teeth, as if you expect it to make a run for it.
So, yes, Vernon can see you. 
He just can’t figure out what’s wrong with you.
For a few minutes, he attempts to pay attention to the documentary lighting up the screen on the wall ahead. You were the one that picked it — some wild tale about mother-daughter recluses in New York — and he finds it hard to give a shit about it without your usual commentary. Your hot takes are his favorite part of any movie night, after all.
He’ll be the first to admit that he’s never been good at keeping his eyes off you. Try as he might, he can’t glue his gaze to the television; each glance in your direction sticks longer than the one before it, testing the waters. Minutes slip away just like this until he completely caves, turns his head fully, and stares at you outright. 
You still don’t seem to notice.
His brow scrunches up as he watches you, caught in the middle between concerned, confused, and amused by how absolutely ridiculous you look right now. When he speaks, he tries to sound stern, like he isn’t fighting the urge to laugh.
“Baby?”
“Hmm?” is all he gets in response. 
You don’t even look his way. If anything, you tense harder now that his attention is on you. 
None of it makes sense. Not the weird gap you’ve left between your body and his, your total refusal to look him in the eye, or the fact that there wasn’t an argument to precipitate any of this distance. It’s a symptom with no apparent cause, and it’s totally baffling. Brain-breaking, even.
Frowning, Vernon scoots himself across the bed to get closer to you. 
You don’t reciprocate. 
He tugs gently at the hem of your sweatshirt in a silent plea for your attention and receives radio silence in response; unless he counts the way you swallow thickly.
Which, for the record, he does not.
This close, Vernon can feel the anxious energy pulsing out of your tensed-up body in waves, so he leans away and props himself up on his elbow. Desperate to know what broke you and how to fix it, he mutters, “What is happening right now?”
Ope. 
It comes out harsher than it was supposed to, reading more like annoyance than worry, so he immediately clears his throat. Gently and with a brush of his knuckles against your hip bone, he tries again: “Are you okay? Did I do something to make you mad at me?”
A fly on the wall might get the wrong impression and think he stroked you with a live wire instead.
“Oh, my god. No!” You sputter with a jolt, shifting gears quickly from vaguely on-edge to horrified. You shake your head so frantically that Vernon fears you’ll detach it. “No, you haven’t done anything. I’m fine, I just —”
He interjects with a laugh, “— I don’t necessarily believe that —”
Visibly cringing with every muscle in your body, you cover your face with your hands. Not long after you take a deep breath does a meek voice slip out through your fingers, sounding beyond embarrassed.
“I’m so incomprehensibly horny right now that I can’t even look at you.”
For a second, it’s dead silent because he can’t quite process how much of a weirdo you are, or how completely and hopelessly enamored he is with you. But then the dam breaks. His laugh comes out so forcefully that you pull your hands away from your face, eyes wide.
“Is that so?” He smirks, nodding his head towards the television. “Grey Gardens really gets your motor running, huh?”
Absolutely aghast, you swat at his bicep. Then, you sling your arm over your eyes and groan, “I got my period. It has turned me into a sex-crazed monster, I fear.”
Vernon nods in understanding, even though you can’t see it, and hums, “Ahh.”
And he leaves it at that, only because you seem to have more that you want to say. Something you want to ask, maybe, or a reason you may want to give for not jumping his bones at the first opportunity. He’s down, he thinks without hesitation, so long as you are.
But you don’t say anything.
Maybe you aren’t actually down after all, and that’s why you won’t look at him. Shit, are you embarrassed? Should I say something? Silence falls overtop like a weighted blanket, smothering the two idiots who can’t tell whose turn it is to talk. 
Do you or do you not want this right now?
You mumble something that he can’t catch, so he nudges your side gently with his knuckles to encourage you. Just as nervous, you repeat yourself without looking at him, “Period sex is supposed to help with cramps, I think.”
He thinks he’s read the exact same article you have. More than that, he wishes you’d look over at him and see for yourself how completely unbothered he is by this concept.
“If you think about it, it’s kind of like a natural lubricant,” you add in a voice that’s even smaller than before.
Your shyness really might kill him, so he reaches over to grab your hand and gently pull your arm away from your eyes. It’s the first time you’ve looked at him since you laid down — since you put your self-imposed no-contact order in place — and he feels his stupid heart swell.
For what it’s worth, he feels his dick twitch, too.
You open your mouth to speak again, likely to continue your unnecessary campaigning; Vernon is having none of it. He tugs your wrist just enough to tilt you inward, then he kisses you hard enough to shut you up. A tiny whimper slips out of your lips when he pulls away, and it almost makes him regret his decision to do so. 
But Vernon has a point to make, so that’s precisely what he does: “I don’t need a sales pitch. You will never — ever —  have to convince me to fuck you.” 
Your eyes crinkle at the corners, like this is somehow news to you. It shouldn’t be. He’s told you a thousand times in as many different ways how thoroughly crazy you drive him just by existing so closely to him, but maybe you didn’t take him seriously then.
To emphasize his point, he slips his hand under the hem of your sweatshirt and finds your bare waist with the pad of his thumb. It spirals slowly against your warm skin, making both of you dizzy. Then, sick of the distance, Vernon dips his head down to press a kiss to your temple. 
“Like, ever,” he murmurs, lips following the curve of your jaw. 
Soft, slow kisses trail behind him as he travels down to your lips. Your head tilts further backwards with every single one, providing him with more and more access. 
He states it matter-of-factly because, to him, it is. “I’m down so bad for you that it might be terminal.”
“Oh?” 
You try to laugh but turn to putty when his palm rests fully on the curve of your waist and pulls you flush against him. The surprised gasp you let loose confirms his suspicion: You can feel how serious he is, affirmation throbbing against your abdomen in time with his heartbeat. 
Vernon smirks to himself, relishing your reaction, and bypasses your mouth entirely. A moan escapes from you, soft like an exhale, as his lips move slowly down the length of your neck. Every so often — just to feel you shiver — he flicks the tip of his tongue along the delicate skin he finds there.
“It might be messy…” 
The rest of your needless warning gets lost in a dreamy sigh as he suckles at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. Shifting even closer, your desperate fingers reach out and cling to his t-shirt.
Vernon licks a stripe over the galaxy blooming on your skin. He hums, hand traveling upwards from your waist, “Don’t care about a mess.”
And he means it. 
Mindful of any soreness, he smooths his hand over your left breast and massages it tenderly, swearing to himself that he’ll throw the whole fucking mattress out if that’s what it comes down to. For you, he’ll race across town on foot to buy another one, and — fuck it — if the store is closed, he might just break in.
You’re growing impatient; your fingers let go of his shirt and tangle themselves in his hair.
“So needy,” he chuckles low in his chest, teasing. “You know, I think you’re lying. I think it is this bat-shit insane documentary that’s driving you wild, and you’re too embarrassed to admit it.”
“Stop,” you whine, dragging out the vowel sound. 
You don’t, though; you throw your left leg over his right thigh and shimmy forward until your cunt grazes his dick. Involuntarily, he groans at the warmth radiating off your core. Every part of you drives him just the slightest bit insane. You seem to know it, he thinks as he watches your pupils dilate in real time.
But he can play games, too, so he rolls his hips forward and grinds against you. He pushes you further, “Don’t get me wrong, baby. I’m not kink-shaming you —”
“Hansol Vernon Chwe!”
Oh, shit. Government name?
“— I’m just a little surprised, I guess.” He sighs with a shrug. “Think you know somebody…”
Your impatience is scribbled all across your scrunched up face. It seeps into your voice when you crash back against the pillows and huff, “Can you please stop fucking with me and start fucking me?”
“Sex-crazed monster, huh?” Leaning over, Vernon punctuates his question with a quick press of his lips to yours.
You whimper, “I’m so serious. I might explode.”
“Then go take care of whatever you need to take care of.” He kisses you again, smiling so fondly that his eyes may even be twinkling. “And I’ll go get a towel.”
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You wait until Vernon clears the threshold before launching yourself out of bed at breakneck speed. Stumbling all the while, you race off to the adjoining bathroom and shut the door forcefully behind you. When it clatters against the frame, you finally admit to yourself that you might be a little bit eager.
Maybe.
Opting to keep your baggy, bleach-stained sweatshirt on, you wiggle out of your shorts and — what he refers to as — your crisis diaper. The high-waisted, frumpy, beige panties are utilized exclusively during your period, and to your surprise, they’ve remained spotless. It’s only ever the pretty and expensive pairs that wind up as collateral damage, isn’t it?
As they pool around your ankles, you can’t help but think that Vernon’s nickname for them is pretty spot on. That’s partly why you figured he might need to be talked into this. Unsated arousal aside, you feel as far from sexy as you can possibly get.
You shake your head to clear your thoughts, kick what you’ve discarded into a pile near the hamper, and let your sweatshirt shift down to cover as much of your ass as it’s capable of managing. You grab a square of toilet paper; then, you go to work excavating the wad of cotton that separates you from everything you want in this life. 
It is within the realm of possibility that you’re a little bit eager and a little bit dramatic. 
Perhaps.
After discarding the evidence in the small trash can under the sink, you wash your hands as if you’re about to step into an operating theater and not the bedroom you spend half your life in. When you finally feel sterile, you lift your head and catch your reflection in the mirror. Instantly, you make eye contact with the painful, hormonal pimple on your chin — the one you’ve been waging a retinoid war against for days.
“Bitch,” you mutter, like calling it names will be the one thing that finally gets it to shrink. Of course, your plan doesn’t work, but you feel a little less powerless. That’s good enough, you think. At least, as good as it’s going to get.
Now half-naked and certifiably unobstructed, you tiptoe back to your bedroom much more carefully than you left it. Vernon enters from the opposite doorway at the same time, jumping slightly the second he notices you. You ignore his frightened eyes and glance down at the crisp, white towel he’s clutching.
You open your mouth to suggest anything otherwise, but he beats you to it. His eyebrows shoot up his forehead as his mouth widens outwards, a self-aware rectangle. Otherwise expressionless, he lets go of an atonal, “Aaaaaaah”, that tells you he’s caught on.
He says nothing else before turning around and walking back the way he came. You have to bite down on your lips to keep from cackling.
That one’s mine, you think, still as infatuated as you were at the start. I chose that one.
While he’s gone, you try not to move, not to breathe too heavily. Vernon said he didn’t care about a mess, but when he said it, he was speaking theoretically with his hand on your tit. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d spoken recklessly with your body melting under his touch.
As far as you know, he hasn’t had any experience with this mess in practice. He could wind up finding you about as sexy as you currently feel — to wit: not at all. So, erring on the side of caution, you turn yourself into a statue and wait for the boy and his towel to find you again.
When he comes back, he plants a drive-by kiss on your unsuspecting mouth before skirting right around you. With shocking finesse, he grabs the corners of the — thankfully — black towel, which unfurls in the seconds before he flicks it upwards. It lands perfectly in the center of the bed, flat without needing to be fussed with.
“Wow,” he mutters to himself, taking in his clean work with raised eyebrows.
The impressed look is still on his face when he turns around, but you don’t have time to comment on his feat because he laughs as soon as he sees you.
“Kinda look like Donald Duck with the whole top-on, bottom-off situation.”
I chose this one?
You pout with an indignant gasp, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not wearing a sailor hat, so…. bad analogy. Rude, even.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs as he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you in close. You stumble a little on your way into him; the jury’s still out about whether it’s his hushed tone or the sudden movement that trips you up.
Between his thumb and index finger, he gently captures your chin. You follow along with his unspoken direction, tilt your face up to meet his. This close, you can see your own reflection in his pupils, black dilating against the warmest shade of brown you’ve ever seen.
Vernon takes a moment of silence as he takes in your features, and he studies them so intently that his eyebrows crinkle on their own. He sighs, sounding so completely serious. “You might get prettier every time I look at you.”
It’s unclear if you’re melting, or gushing; and if it’s the latter, you can’t say which biological process is at fault. Thankfully, the hand at the small of your back keeps your weak knees from buckling when his lips brush over yours.
“Even if you’re dressed like Winnie the Pooh.” 
You feel him smirk even before you hear him laugh at his own joke. Then, you feel his hand slide down to cup your bare cheek, squeezing affectionately. You want to tell him that this analogy is still inaccurate because you’re not wearing a crop-top; but he gently instructs you to ditch the sweatshirt and get on the bed, and your body moves automatically. No questions asked.
Carefully, you crawl up onto the mattress, then you center yourself on the towel. Still on your knees, you tilt your head curiously and ask, “Where do you want me?”
“Anywhere,” he breezes, pulling his shirt off and tossing it onto the dresser nearby. He amends, “Everywhere. All the time, and then some.”
“Better be careful,” you tease. “Talking like that might have consequences. You may never be able to get rid of me.”
His joggers are the next to go. Your sanity follows shortly thereafter, hungry eyes lingering on the imprint of his cock underneath his boxer briefs. You have to clamp your mouth shut to keep from drooling.
Brown eyes sparkling, he steps closer to you, kicking his pants aside as he goes. “Be careful,” he echoes, not a hint of cockiness to be found — just softness. “Saying it like a threat doesn’t make me wish it’s not a promise.”
I choose this one.
Crossing all the way to you, Vernon reaches the bed and climbs up with significantly more grace than you did. The mattress dips under his weight as he kneels right in front of you, mirroring your posture and causing your stomach to flip with anticipation.
You can’t help yourself; you lick your lips and look up at him with half-lidded eyes. “Naked, please. Like, right now.”
“Damn, I gotta do this myself?” Incredulous, he holds his hands up while glancing pointedly down at his underwear, then back at you. 
You arch an eyebrow, unfazed. 
“Depends.” You shrug. “Do you want to keep them? Because I really will rip them off of you.”
He concedes quickly; he always does. Sighing, he shakes his head and tuts, “Sex-crazed monster,” before pushing his briefs down his thighs. His length hangs heavy between you, but you swear you can feel its perfect ache inside you already.
You have a one-track mind, so you don’t hesitate to reach out and wrap your hand around him. A groan crawls up from the bottom of your chest when you feel the weighted warmth of his cock in your palm. You don’t hold that back, either.
“Fuck,” he sighs, head tilting as far backwards as it’ll go. Unexpectedly, he laughs. He doesn’t catch the quizzical look you shoot him, though he explains himself anyway, “Your hands are so fucking cold, but it feels so good.”
Swiping your thumb over his tip, you spread the pre-cum you find there down his shaft and stroke him slowly. He grows harder with every gentle squeeze, every pass of your fist. 
“We’re learning a lot of new shit about each other today.” You lean forward to pepper kisses across his collarbones. The hum of your mouth against his skin when you talk makes his cock twitch in your hand. “You might have a temperature kink and a thing for Winnie the Pooh.”
He snorts, nowhere near serious, “Shut the fuck up.”
“Make me,” you counter smugly, and you do mean it.
Vernon tilts his head forward to stare back at you. You’re already turning into a puddle, but if the look he gives you says anything, it’s that your melting isn’t enough for him. His voice is low and velvet-lined when he responds, “How about I just make you cum instead?”
“That could work, yeah.” You shrug.
He runs the pads of his fingers down each side of your waist to your hips, then back again; and each time he does it, you shiver. Reflexively, your back arches, chest pressing against his.
At this, he smirks, “It could? Maybe?”
“We can workshop it.”
“Or,” Vernon so generously offers, “You can turn around and lay down on your stomach. You know, if that’s sufficient.”
It’s not until you whip around and flop down onto the towel that you realize you never responded with words. Oh well. You figure he gets the point, judging by the quiet laughter you hear as he settles with his knees on either side of your upper thighs.
You don’t know what his next move will be — you don’t care, either, as long as he moves in your direction — so you don’t anticipate his palms flattening against your bare back, applying perfect pressure with his thumbs while he rubs away the soreness at the very base of your torso.
“Oh, shit,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut as the heels of his hands work out the tension in your muscles. “Have you always been good at this?”
You feel his chest brush against your shoulder blades when he hovers over you. Against the nape of your neck, he murmurs, “Nope.”
He kisses down your spine, mouth trailing after his hands as they work their way back down your body.
“Lemme guess — you read an article? Studied up?”
You get a snicker, then an affirmative hum, then another kiss. This time, it’s at the curve of your spine, just above your ass. Seconds later, he’s kneading the doughy flesh of your cheeks until your whole fucking body tingles.
That’s when it hits you:
Under normal circumstances, Vernon would be face-first in your pussy by now. Devouring you in earnest, like he’s starving. He can’t do that now — and you don’t blame him — so he’s making up for what you both view as a loss.
God, you want him.
One hand disappears from you, but you don’t have to guess where it went. You can hear the barely-there hiss of breath through his teeth when he takes his cock in that hand; as well as the very faint shift of his palm while he pumps himself.
“You’re gonna have to navigate, baby. I dunno how sensitive you are like this, what’s too much — any of that, so you need to tell me how you want me to move.”
Suddenly dizzy over how badly you need him, all you can muster is a nod. Vernon must want a verbal acknowledgment, though, because he leans back over you with one hand bearing his weight beside your head.
He kisses your shoulder and urges you, “Please say so if you need to stop or switch it up. Don’t wanna hurt you, sweetheart.”
“I will,” you breathe. “But I can’t even articulate how much I need you inside of me right now, so please — pretty please — fuck me.”
The tip of his nose bumps your temple affectionately. Right beside your ear, he teases, “With a cherry on top?” And it vibrates down your whole goddamn spine.
“Vernon!” You whine, burying your face in the comforter. It’s muffled, but you warn him nonetheless, “Don’t make me come back there.”
“Aish. Calm down, sex monster.”
The instinct to twist around and glare at him over your shoulder is strong, but every feral urge you feel is stronger. So, when he tells you to spread yourself open for him and tilt your hips back, you do so without even a hint of complaining.
With the crown of his cock slipping through your folds, inching towards your entrance, you hear him curse under his breath. Suddenly self-conscious, you finally crane your neck to the side and glance back at him. 
“We don’t have to,” you whisper. “If it’s gross and you don’t want to anymore, I get it —”
He balks at your suggestion without letting so much as a beat pass. “None of that, sweetheart; no spiraling. I’m just trying to figure out the logistics of, like… how to survive how good this already feels.”
Struck dumb, all you can muster is a peep, “Oh?”
“Shit, yeah.” His response comes in a low groan. “Can you take a deep breath for me?”
It’s a good call on his part, a suggestion you’re glad to have taken, because the pressure of him entering you is intense enough to knock the wind out of you. Empty lungs likely would’ve led to your untimely demise.
You whimper, already overwhelmed with the combination of pain and pleasure; the best kind of ache. The little, breathy moans must freak him out, however, because his fingertips caress your waist as he checks in: “This okay?”
Your limp arm lifts off the mattress, which you’ve melted fully into, and you form a circle with your index finger and thumb to indicate that you’re okay. The light is bright fucking green; you’ve just maxed out your capacity for speech.
Vernon continues his slow thrust forward, giving you ample time to adjust to his size.
“Oh my god,” he grunts, “This is — shit, I can’t believe we haven’t done this before. If I knew how good you’d feel like this, I wouldn’t have waited around for you to ask me.”
That hits like a truck.
He was waiting on you. 
You spent months convincing yourself that he’d need to be convinced, and chickening out before you could raise the idea. Months, and months, and months, of craving him during your werewolf transformation; wasting away over a shitty assumption that Vernon is anything like the people you’ve been with before. 
Christ. 
His credit for putting up with you is long overdue.
Too tongue-tied to speak any of that out loud, you settle for a summary that you hope conveys the message: “I love you so fucking much.”
Mindful of how deep it will push him into your cunt, he leans down over you carefully. Weight balanced on his knees and forearms, he envelopes you in his body heat, trails kisses across your shoulder, and echoes your words back at you between each one.
“Is this too much?” He whispers, rolling his hips slowly.
You feel him everywhere, with every drag of his cock along your walls; and you can’t tell where that throbbing sensation is coming from, him or you. 
You shake your head and sigh, “‘s perfect. You’re perfect.”
Like he knows it’ll unravel you, his large hand comes to rest over the back of yours. His fingers slip through the spaces between and squeeze you much more gently than the vice grip you hold on the bedding below you. He keeps holding you — just like this — through every movement.
The sensation of being this surrounded, this loved, this whole crashes over you like a wave and knocks you off balance.
“I’m so close,” you pant, voice as ragged as your breathing. There’s nothing that he isn’t already giving you with every deep, deliberate thrust into your heat; but you beg nonetheless, “Please, please, please —”
His speed doesn’t increase, but the intensity does. The smack of his hips colliding with your ass does, too, and you feel it reverberating in your bones. Buried as far inside of you as he can be, cock tip kissing your cervix with every high tide, length rolling across your g-spot with every low.
You cum so hard — so completely, invoking every single muscle you have — that you forget how to breathe. With a choked-out gasp, you squeeze your eyes shut and let your orgasm devastate you. 
“Fuck!”
Vernon gets caught up in the current, too, grinding desperately against you until he’s swept up in your wake. You feel him twitch inside you as his release floods, leaving you so lost in his warmth that you feel boneless underneath him.
His face winds up hidden in the crook of your neck, somewhere amidst the baby hairs that cling to the sheen of your sweat. You feel his lips fluttering against your skin when he laughs, “Oh…my god.”
“Mmphf.” You nod weakly in agreement. Beyond blissed, your body still tingles too much to move.
Slurring, you add, “‘s good. ‘s really…”
The rest of that thought dissolves into something between a moan and a yawn.
Just as tired, Vernon pats your ass cheek affectionately and mumbles, “Well said. No notes.”
You tilt your head far enough to free your face from the sheets. When you do, you find your boyfriend fighting a losing battle to keep his eyes open. In the rare seconds he can, he looks back at you in a daze that seems even more adoring than it does fuck-drunk.
“I think I need to hibernate now,” you announce. “Think you just fucked me so well that I need to take a sabbatical.”
He counter-offers, “Shower first, then sabbatical?”
You wiggle so that you can pull your joint hands to your mouth. You can’t kiss him properly while he’s laid out on top of you, but you can press your lips to the back of his hand and hope he feels how much of you that you pour into it.
“Okay, but, like…. who’s carrying who?”
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jiniretracha · 1 month ago
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ꕤ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 '𝟐𝟒 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟗 ꕤ
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Choi Soobin x fem!reader: phone sex
summary: Being far away from your boyfriend is hard...
warnings: smut, you being a minx, masturbation
word count: 1.3k
kinktober masterlist // masterlist // ko-fi
Touring for Soobin had always been exciting but tiring at the same time. He had dreamed of this for so long that he felt guilty for feeling exhausted at times. 
Ever since you started dating him, you always tried to fly with him to support the group in person, but due to your work, lately, it had been nearly impossible to keep up. Him and his group had dates practically all over the world and your boss had been riding your ass, loading you up with pointless paperwork. 
Soobin had just landed in Tokyo, Japan for the show he had the next day. He got inside his room and plopped down on the bed with a tired sigh, rubbing his eyes. 
He sent you a quick text and shoved his phone inside his pocket. Soobin turned on the television to watch some pointless TV shows to soothe his boredom. A couple of minutes later, he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket and he took it out. 
You: baby
You: did you land safely?
He smiled instantly at seeing your message on his phone. 
Soobin: hello love
Soobin: i did, honey.
Soobin: how are u? Work’s treating u okay?
He waited patiently for your reply.
You: so, so…
You: boss is being an idiot as always, and he’s loading me up with a shit ton of work.
You: i just wanted to go to tokyo with u 🙁
Soobin couldn’t help but giggle like an idiot at the message. He was just so in love with you.
Soobin: my love
Soobin: we’ll have countless opportunities to fly to tokyo together lol
Soobin: next time you get a free week, you’re coming with me
Soobin: or maybe i’ll write a note to your boss to tell him to stop messing with my girl
You: oh god, no, soobin
You: he already hates me without an apparent reason
You: plus…
You: with that cute face you got, you’re not scaring anybody lol
Soobin frowned and pouted like a little kid.
Soobin: i’m not cute
You: yeah you are, you big baby
He chuckled a little and sent you another text.
Soobin: so… what are you wearing, hm?
You: i-
You: i was actually gonna tell you off but…
Soobin’s eyebrows shot up to the crease of his forehead.
You: as we couldn’t really have a proper goodbye
You: i was planning on touching myself before you texted me
His eyes widened like plates and his hands fumbled with his phone. He frantically clicked the call button and placed the phone up to his ear. 
You answered a couple of seconds later and he could hear your giggle.
“You’re bad, you know that?” he asked you and you laughed even harder.
“I know, but I wasn’t lying. In fact, I was just about to stick my hand inside my panties and touch myself when you texted me, baby” you said with a sultry voice.
Soobin closed his eyes and clenched them. “You’re making this very hard for me, babe” he mumbled.
“Oh, am I?” you giggled. “Tell me, are you, now? Did the image of me touching myself because you’re not here made your dick hard, hm?”
Soobin looked down at his jeans and saw the tent forming there. “Yeah, I am” he moaned, undoing the buttons of his pants to find some comfort. “Are you gonna touch yourself for me?” he asked you.
You let out a hum. “I don’t know… do you want me to?” you whispered to him, playing hard to get. 
He could bet his whole fucking money you were biting your lip as you said that. You little minx.  
“Of course I fucking want you to” he rushed out. He gripped the tent inside his boxers and let out a whimper. “Please touch yourself. God, I fucking miss doing that”
He heard you shuffling on the other side and after a few seconds of silence, he heard you moan. 
“I’m so wet for you Soobin” your breathy voice made his eyes roll back. 
He quickly pulled down his boxers and gripped his cock, his thumb rubbing his mushroom tip, collecting the drops of pre cum oozing out of his slit. 
“What would you do if I was there with you?” you asked, rubbing on your clit, teasing your hole with your fingers.
“Shit… I would- fuck- I would rip off whatever you’re wearing, leave you fucking naked under me. I’d grab your tits, those perfect tits you have and freaking suck them” Soobin growled, his hand jerking himself quicker.
You inserted two fingers inside of you and started moving them in and out of you, curling them and pressing them against your walls, making you mewl and throw your head back against the pillow under your head. 
“Then, I would eat you out. You always taste so good, love” He whimpered, gripping his base and twisting his hand. 
“Yeah?” you moaned, your fingers moving in and out of you quickly.
“Fuck yeah, and after you come, I’d fuck you so hard, you’d only remember my name and only my name” 
You let out a loud moan that made him get closer to the edge. 
“Shit…” he whispered, his hips lifting up in the air to the point he started thrusting them against his hand. 
“Soobin, I’m so, so, so close” you whimpered, kicking your feet.
“Shit… I am too, honey” he whispered. “God, when I come back from this stupid city, you won’t be able to walk for a week, I swear. We’re not leaving the bed until we’re both fucking boneless” 
You let out a high pitched moan and came around your fingers, clenching around them and soaking them completely as you squirted, wetting the bed. 
Soobin jerked himself rapidly and came all over his chest, his cum wetting his hand as it came out in violent spurts. 
He let his head rest on the pillow as he finished himself off and heard you breathing heavily on the other side of the line.
“You okay, honey?” he asked you with a little chuckle.
You laughed back and let out a sigh. “Y-yeah, that was intense, wasn’t it?” 
“Yeah, it was” Soobin said and let out a shaky breath. “I miss you” he simply said, feeling his heart ache about how he wasn’t able to hold you after her made you  orgasm.
You giggled. “I miss you too, my big baby” 
He smiled like an idiot. 
“When are you coming back?” 
“I’m flying home in two days” he replied.
“Oh…” you said and he knew you sounded disappointed. “That’s long”
“I know, I literally want to fly home right now but… duty calls” Soobin said. “But I promise those two days will fly, and we’ll be together in no time”
“I’m counting on it” you replied and he could sense the smile in your tone. “Well, I’ll let you sleep, darling”
“Yeah, good night, babe. Sweet dreams”
“Good night, love you!”
“Love you, too” he smiled and hung up the call. 
Soobin stood up with a sigh and took a quick shower. He couldn’t stop smiling as he rubbed the cum off his stomach and rinsed his hair from the sweat he had gathered from the earth-shattering orgasm he just had.
When he came back to the bed, he saw he had a notification pending on his phone.
Beomgyu: bro
Beomgyu: next time you’re gonna jerk yourself off
Beomgyu: pls give me a heads up or smth so i can put my headphones on on time
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bunnyscryptarchived · 5 months ago
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toxic ~
pairing: kiara carrera x reader
synopsis: they aren't enemies to lovers and they damn sure ain't frenemies. you hate kie. she hates you back. the boys are tired of it so they trap you on a boat to get along.
warnings: smut. physical violence.
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you were never fond of kiara. the way she’s so painfully unaware most of the time, her holier than thou attitude, and snarky remarks. she made your blood boil.

the boys loved you both dearly but they had enough. the constant arguing was becoming tiring and they don’t want to have to choose between the two of you so they devised a plan to get you to get along; stranding you on a boat together. it worked for sarah and kie. it should work again, right?


slumped over the ledge, you watched your feet swing above the water while kiara did whatever behind you. 

you groaned for the hundredth time before falling on your back.

“groaning isn’t gonna make them come back quicker so just shut up and wait.”
resting your arm over your eyes to block the sun , “kiara, stick my fist.”
she snorts, “yeah you'd like that wouldn't you.” before the sound of her getting up made you tilt your head.
you checked her out as she bent over to grab a drink. she was hot, you’d admit. a gorgeous face with a nice body covered in a two piece that fit her just right. you'd by lying if you said you didn't want to make out with her until her lips start bleeding— know what sounds escaped her lips as she fell apart from under you. shame her attitude had to be what it was. 

“you gonna keep staring at my ass or.” 

“ha dont flatter yourself.” getting up to stretch. 

she watches as you grab a can from the cooler, cracking it open to take a sip. “this is your fault, you get that right.”

“s'cuse me?” you turned towards her. seeing her face in a scowl -arms crossing over her chest. she’s infuriating. “you always running that mouth is what got you in to trouble. i’m just returning the energy, sweetheart.” 

“oh, i’m always running my mouth?” she stepped up closer in your space.

“yeah. try doing something useful with those lips and maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation.” walking back to where you were before, making sure to bump her shoulder on the way. 

“oh fuck you, dude.” her brown eyes piercing in to your back. “you wanna act all high and mighty. jesus, are you even really a pogue?” she turns you back to face her. your palm connecting with her cheek when those words leave her mouth.
you watched as her head snapped to the side, your hateful stare intensifying. “are you, carrera?” voice filled with aggression.
“why don’t you take another kook year. you had no problem leaving the “pogue lifestyle” then did you? annoying cunt.” 

those words set her off as she shoved you hard. calling you a “dumb bitch.” shoving her back ends up with you both on the ground and her crawling on top of you.

you tussled all over the deck, leaving scratches and bruises. her bikini top coming undone in the process. you paid that no mind as you flip her on to her belly. when she tries to flip over with her free arm, you knock the weight from under her, pinning it behind her back, pinning the other under your knee as you straddle her. 

“ugh get off.” she growls in to the metal, her arm bent at an awkward angle., but not fighting back as rough as she was. 

“are you done?” you heave as you chest rises and falls rapidly. 

“yeah. yeah i’m done.” 

loosening your grip, she takes that opportunity to turn over. hooking one leg around you to flip you on your back. she gets on top of you, straddling your thigh as her hand presses on to your chest -close to your neck. 

grunting as her hand pins you down. “lying bitch.”

teeth clenched as she pushes harder. your eyes locked on to her naked chest as it pounds up and down with force. one hand on her arm, the other on her waist you both become aware of her core on on yours. 

eyes darting between each others eyes and parted lips. you quickly let go of her arm and bring it to her face, pulling her in to a messy kiss. she freezes for a moment before deepening the kiss. her body ground in to yours making you moan as she parted your lips with her tongue. 

your hand roamed down her chest. kneading her tit. she grunts, biting your lip hard enough to bleed. pulling away as you hiss, you put a rough smack on her ass before pushing her off you. 

staring at each other, a million thoughts going thru your heads. checking up and down, noticing a wet patch on her bikini bottoms. 

fuck it.

you scramble out of your clothes. laying on your back with parted legs. your bare cunt right in front of her as she started back at you with squinted yet lustful eyes. 

she lifts one of your legs, putting over her shoulder before burying her face in your pussy. lacing your fingers in her brown hair as you moaned in pleasure. her tongue traced circles on your clit as she ate out hungrily. “knew y-your mouth could be useful for something. haah.” throwing your head back as she sucked hard on your clit. 

kie looked up at you as she brought a finger to your hole. “look at me” sliding her finger in when you do so, never taking her eyes off you. 

bucking your hips as she went to work on you. the sensation felt so good and soon you felt that familiar twinge. she pumped her fingers harder as you came undone. coating her face and hand in slick. you push her away, her mouth a wet mess. 

you breathe heavily as you sit up. “guess i should return the favor, huh. ride me.”

 ᡣ𐭩 •。ꪆৎ ˚⋅

kiara gripped your thigh, mouth going slack as moans escaped her lips. one of your hands left her hip, moving her hair from her face before connecting it to the side of her face, aother moan leaving her mouth. 

“you like that, huh?” you chuckled. your hand squeezed and pressed her harder on to you. “didn’t think you were such a whore, sweetheart.” 

she exhaled out, “youre such an annoying bitch.” throwing her head back as she rolled her hips. “now shut up and stick out your tongue.” 

you tilt your head to the side and just stare at her, grunts leaving your lips as her wet cunt grinds against yours. she cups your jaw, fingers squeezing your skin forcing your mouth open to let her saliva drip in. “now how bout you be good f’me e and swallow hmm.”

listening this time, sticking out your tongue with a dramatic AAH. she scoffs, concentrating on getting her nut. riding you faster. her clit pressing right on your own. “fuck i’m gonna cum.”
you smack her ass once. twice. three times. making her cry out. “that’s right. cum all over me.” her legs shake as she orgasms. slick covering your thighs and dripping down your pussy. she hugs yours leg closer. body twitching as she comes to a slow grind. 

she falls on top of you as you both try to catch your breath. your hand coming up her back before resting on her shoulders to roll her off you. “thats enough of that.” getting up to look for your clothes.

“go fuck yourself.” her following suit.

“you already did.” chuckling. pulling on your top.

“yeah and its never happening again.” tying on her tip. 

“hm.”

 ᡣ𐭩 •。ꪆৎ ˚⋅

sitting on opposite sides of the deck. watching as the boys finally pull up.

“so! how’d it..” pope trails off seeing the bloody cuts and bruises littering your bodies. “go.”
“ouch.” jj hisses.

“did you at least kiss and make up?” 

glancing at each other with the same hatred as before. 

“no. now get us out of here before i drown her in the lake.”

“drop dead, carrera.”
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neontokyoo · 3 months ago
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(nsfw or not) Halsin (elf form) in heat from bear mating season and dry humps or ferally takes tav? (consented obviously)
Pairing: Halsin x Fem!Tav
Genre: smut
Summary: Halsin’s animalistic behavior is too much to bear
Warnings: I’m unable to write rough sex while keeping Halsin in character, rough animalistic sex, this wasn’t proofread because I’m tired and more focused on getting this posted before I forget about it and never do it.
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It was that time of year. Halsin couldn’t stand being around anyone right now. All the different smells in the air were making him fucking crazy. Despite not being an actual bear, the Druid found his bear from becoming a part of him over the past few years. The more time he spends in his bear form, the less control he has over the bear in certain situations. And this was one of those situations.
Running the grove was incredibly hard today. Usually mating season wasn’t a huge pain in his ass. Sure, he was always horny and more sensitive than normal, but usually he was able to handle it on his own. This year, however, was different. Maybe it was because of the new adventurer who had been staying at the grove for a while, while they planned their next move. That sounded about right. Ever since Tav showed up, he’s found it much harder to control the beast within him. He hasn’t been this turned on in over a century.
Halsin let out a frustrated groan as he felt his arousal getting stronger. His cock was rock-hard by now and his pants were painfully tight. How the fuck was he supposed to be in charge here if everyone was looking at him like he just crawled out of hell? Obviously, the tension was visible. In several ways. The way he walked like he had a stick up his ass, the way he was grabbing onto everything when he had to sit down, his grip so tight that his knuckles were changing to a ghostly white color. Everyone could tell something was wrong with him, but nobody said a thing.
It got to the point where his only options were to either talk to Tav about his current situation, or retire to his room for the night and fix it himself. And he found the first option to be too embarrassing. So, the elf went back to his room and began to undo his pants. Gods, just undoing the zipper felt much more comfortable than his cock straining against his pants.
But of course right when he was about to take care of his problem, there was a knock on the door. Halsin groaned out of frustration as he quickly put his pants back on and straightened himself up before opening the door. His body tensed as he saw her waiting on the other side. He wasn’t sure if he could hold back much longer now that she was so close to him.
Tav gave him a concerned look, opening her mouth to speak before he harshly grabbed the girl by her wrist and pinned her to the wall of his room, finally burying his nose in the crook of their neck.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice even trembling. “I’m sorry, my love… I don’t know what’s happening right now.”
“Halsin, what’s going on?” Tav arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. She wanted to pull away, but her body craved the connection, the intimacy.
Halsin's breathing grew heavier, and he pulled his face from her neck, his eyes flashing green with hunger. "I need you, Tav," he whispered hoarsely, his voice no longer the calm and sweet one she had grown accustomed to. "Please let me have you. I’m sorry, I’m not myself right now.”
Tav hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked with his, before nodding. She bit her lip, the anticipation making her body tremble. Halsin wasted no time as he quickly undid her armor, his fingertips brushing against her dampness. Tav shivered as another small moan escaped her lips. She knew exactly what was happening, and maybe Halsin wasn’t the only one acting like a bitch in heat. Her own arousal betrayed her.
"So wet for me," Halsin breathed, his voice thick with lust. He pulled his hand away, continuing to undress her until she was completely exposed before him, then swiftly unbuckled his trousers, freeing his throbbing cock. Tav's eyes widened at the sight, her arousal intensifying.
Of course, she and Halsin have been flirting back and forth with each other for a while now, occasionally teasing each other and stealing glances. But she never would have thought she’d be able to have him. Nor did she think it would happen like this.
Halsin hoisted Tav onto the table, spreading her legs wide enough to expose her glistening heat. He positioned himself between them, his cock nudging against her entrance. Tav's hands clenched sage green tablecloth, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. “Halsin…. Please….”
Halsin's eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he took in the sight of Tav's naked body spread out before him on the table. The scent of her arousal filled the air, driving him wild with desire. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a low growl, he thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside her tight, wet heat.
"Fuck, Tav," he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "You feel so good. So fucking perfect."
Tav cried out, her back arching off the table as she was filled completely by Halsin's thick, hard cock. It stretched her walls deliciously, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
The new position made the girl let out a loud, pornographic moan as the elf continued to pound into her, hitting her most sensitive areas while also grinding against her clit.
“Halsin…. Fuck-“
Halsin's hands gripped Tav's hips tightly, his body moving in a primal rhythm as he continued to fuck her. His thrusts grew harder and faster, his muscles straining with each powerful movement. Tav's moans grew louder and more desperate, her nails digging into his back.
Tav's words cut off as the elf's lips crashed onto hers, his tongue invading her mouth in a passionate kiss. Halsin's cock throbbed within her, his animalistic hunger for her not abating. He continued to pound into her, their bodies slapping together in a wet, rhythmic symphony.
Usually, Halsin wouldn’t be so rough if it wasn’t for his animalistic desires that were taking over him. There was just something about Tav that made her absolutely intoxicating, making it incredibly hard for Halsin to control himself.
Tav's mind was spinning, the intensity of the moment overwhelming her. She could feel her orgasm building with each thrust, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within her until it was nearly unbearable. She could feel Halsin's own climax approaching as well, his thrusts becoming more frantic, his grunts more desperate.
With a final, powerful thrust, Halsin's body tensed, his cock pulsing deep within her. Wave after wave of his seed filled Tav, the sensation pushing her over the edge. Her own orgasm crashed through her, her inner walls gripping Halsin tightly as she cried out his name.
Halsin's body shuddered as he continued to fill her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Slowly, he pulled out of her, his cock leaving a trail of cum as it slipped from her slick walls. Tav lay there, panting, her body trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Halsin leaned down to kiss her forehead, his breathing finally starting to even out. "I'm sorry," he whispered again, his voice soft and gentle once more. "But I needed that."
Tav looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Don't be sorry, Halsin," she whispered, her voice thick with contentment. "I needed it too."
The two of them stayed there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Halsin helped Tav down from the table, wrapping a blanket around her shivering form. They shared a tender kiss, the tension between them dissipating.
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darksigns-exe · 4 months ago
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the great escape - noah sebastian x f!reader
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Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader Warning: Swearing, oral sex (f receiving) Word Count: 1.5k Note: Based on two anon messages from last week's soft boy hours. Masterlist
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Convincing Noah to take time off had been hard, but convincing him to actually go away for a while had been even harder. But you’re here now. Two hours away from home in a little town nestled into the mountains. You had sprung the idea on him not long after the band had announced the cancellations in Europe, just to get your boy away from all the chaos at home. A day later you’d packed him, your bags and the dog into your car and set off to a somewhat undisclosed location. You had told him that you wouldn’t be far from home, but your exact destination would remain a secret until you got there. Noah hadn’t been too excited about having to leave his laptop at home, but eventually he’d stopped pouting and instead turned to gazing out of the window at the constantly changing landscape. 
The cabin you had found was located a little ways away from the main part of the town. It was settled between large trees and a whole load of nothing. You’d be undisturbed for the most part. 
Even though you’ve only been here for two days, you’re sure that you could stay here forever. Your normally so structured and planned boyfriend is sleeping in late, rising only when he actually wants to, not when his schedule says he has to. And you’re glad that your plan has worked out. 
You can’t tell what time it is. The sun is already up, but nothing in your body tells you that it’s time to get up yet. Next to you, Noah is still dozing — somewhere between awake and asleep. He looks so peaceful, resting without having to worry about all of the things that needed to be done. 
Eventually, you feel his wandering hands drifting across the side of your body. He’s always touchy, but even more so in recent weeks. You’re lying on your side, mirroring his position. 
“How’d you sleep?” You ask softly. 
In return, you get a stifled yawn. He stretches through it, before he gives a content nod. 
“Haven’t slept this good in ages.”
“I told you needed some time away.” You tut.
Noah lets out a little huffed laugh, “I know. And I’m very thankful that you made me come out here.”
His fingers drift across your cheek, before they gently thread into your hair to pull you in for a kiss. 
“Don’t know what I can do to express just how thankful I am.” He whispers against your lips.
“I’m sure you’ll find something.”
He picks up on your playful tone so effortlessly. 
“I see how it is.” He shakes his head with false hurt, “You only want one thing, huh?”
Noah sits up. His hair is still tousled from sleep, sticking to his forehead in places, and you’re sure that he’s never looked better. This is for you only, no one else gets to see him like this. 
“Lie on your back for me, love?”
You know where this’ll go, and maybe you’re a bit too enthusiastic when you flip over. 
He’s between your thighs in no time. His hands drift up your thighs towards your hips. 
“My gorgeous girl.” he sighs, gazing down at your spread out body before him, “Gonna show you just how thankful I am for you.” 
The shirt you had borrowed last night had already ridden up your body, exposing your lower half almost entirely. Noah pushes it up the rest of the way, giving him access to your tummy. 
You move to take it off entirely, but he’s quick to shake his head. 
“Leave it. Love seeing you in my clothes.” He leans down to press a kiss to your sternum. 
He makes a slow descent down your body. You’re hyper focused on the brush of his lips against your skin. Your hands quickly find their way into his hair, urging him towards where you really want him. Not that this slow worship of your form isn’t good. The reverence in every gentle kiss is evident, but it also makes you burn with need for him. 
You swear that you hear him moan when his tongue first makes contact with your folds. Knowing that he gets as much out of this as you do, fills your head with even more fuzz. 
The soft sounds — that are even more muffled now that he’s buried himself against you like this — that fall from him spur you on, but you know that you’ll be in for a long ride. 
Noah is as diligent with this as he is with everything else he does, always dedicated to doing the very best he can. His hands rest against your waist, and you can’t stop yourself from entangling one of your hands with his. You give his hands a squeeze, prompting him to look up at you for a moment. The wide-eyed look on his face sends a shiver down your spine. 
He detaches himself from you just for a brief moment, and even then his lips quickly find the inside of your thigh. You find yourself mirroring the smile on his face. The space around you seems to narrow down until it’s just the two of you. His teeth graze against your skin, and you wince when he gives a more serious bite. Noah lets out a faint chuckle, before he dives back between your thighs. 
You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his lips and tongue and fingers on your body. The slow push and pull of pleasure drags you along like the tides of the ocean. 
It’s not long until you feel yourself falling apart for the first time. But you know that it won’t be the last time. Noah will stay here for as long as you let him. With the way he devotes himself to your pleasure, you’d think that he was praying to some long lost deity. He pulls one climax after the other from you. Your whole body shakes with it, trembling with every slow drag of his fingers inside of you. It’s torture in the best way imaginable. You’ve long lost control of the sounds that fall from your lips. In this complete surrender to his attention, you feel as connected to him as you have never felt before. 
Noah retains a tight grip on your hand as he lets you ride out your climax against his face. It’s then that the feeling suddenly becomes too much. You give a rough tug to his hair. At first, he makes no indication of wanting to move away, only when you pull again does he shift back. 
His lips and chin shine with your release, and you catch a glimpse of his tongue drifting across his bottom lip to get another taste. 
“Why’d you —”
“I love you, but it’s — it’s enough. It’s —” 
The pout on his face is quickly replaced by worry. He breaks into a self-satisfied smile when he realises that everything is fine. You toss the shirt he’d discarded when you’d crawled into bed last night towards him. Contrary to what you had expected him to do, he wipes the lower portion of his face with the fabric, before flopping down next to you. 
You fit yourself against him, content to enjoy a few more quiet moments. Surely, you’ve made enough noise to wake Goose up from her slumber. It won’t be long until she’ll come trotting up the stairs to demand her share of attention. 
She lasts another five minutes before you hear the tell-tale yawn. And sure enough, you’re soon greeted by a cold snout pressing against your leg. Your not so little any more rescue worms her way between the both of you, ultimately bringing your alone time to an end. But it’s fine, this is where you feel at home, where you feel safest. This is just for you.
You rest comfortably here for a good while longer, making idle conversation. You try your best to divide your attention between the two of them, knowing that they both have a tendency to get a little pouty when they feel neglected. 
Your conversation moves around your plans for the week, what you’ll have for dinner, perfectly normal and mundane things. For a moment, it feels as if this is all there is to the world. 
Just the three of you, comfortable in this little place, and you wonder if there’s a way you can stay here forever.
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By the time your stay nears its end, you find yourself more and more reluctant to go back home. And you can tell that Noah feels similarly here. This is not a viable option, you’re both aware of it. You have duties and responsibilities back in the city. 
You’ve quickly settled into a routine of enjoying the last few rays of sun on the little porch in front of the cabin, and today is no different. You find yourself curled against him, your back to his chest, as you reevaluate the last few days. 
Noah’s the one who words the question first, but you can’t deny that your thought about it too. 
“Do you think we can convince her to sell it?” 
It’s a ludicrous plan. But then again, most of the things you do don’t really follow the expected path.
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lustychan · 5 months ago
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»» Fuck the demon king?! Yes ☆
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Cw- Sub muzan, Dom reader, degrading, dick stepping, overstim, gn reader, lil bondage, muzan being a whiny bi*ch.
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Having the demon king himself on his knees worshiping, licking and gently biting your soft legs makes you have an even more superiority complex towards him.
Interrupting him by grabbing his black silky hair and bringing him up to your level so you can kiss him rough and hard, biting at his soft lips and gently licking his fangs.
Slowly pulling away you get up and drag him to the futon dropping him down on it, he looks up at you with a hint of annoyance for handling him so roughly but holds his tongue because he doesn't want you to punish him.
You  smirk down at him, "Aww poor demon annoyed hm," you teased him. You instruct him to strip and like a trained dog he did, as soon as he did you pressed your foot down on his aching pathetic cock instantly you received a whine from him you grin a little knowing your the only one who would ever here such noises from him.
You continue to play with his cock while he starts to scratch and grab at your foot a little. "Ngh- stop pressing so hard," basically demanding you with some tears starting to form which compliments his deep crimson eyes. Hearing that you pressed down harder," Who are you to tell me what to do?"
You stared down at him with a blank expression seeing this he doesn't bother to give you a response. You removed your foot from off of him and got down to his level and pushed him down so he was laying flat on his back, from beside you, you picked up a container with a gel like substance and slowly poured it on muzan's soft hole. With gentleness you insert a finger and started moving it around to loosen it "A-ah mmf put in more before you bore me." He said angrily, you stop moving your fingers and looked up at him "Oh I forgot sluts like you like it rough," You instantly shoved a second finger in him and roughly started to finger him actively hitting his prostate, "I just started and you're already a mess not the powerful demon king anymore hm?" You mock him while you stare at him moan and whine at you while trying to slow down your hand but you slap his hand away.
You can see he's about to come so you instantly pull away denying his release. You think it's time to show him some new things you bought for him, you got up and went over to the drawer in the room. He looks at you confused until you come back over and instantly he knew what you had planned, You had bought a new dildo you wanted to try on him because it was very much way bigger than the usual one you used on him.
You flipped him over and put him in a doggy style position slowly you started to move the tip over his puckerd hole and slowly inserted it but pulled it out just so you could tease him, "H-hurry and insert it you stupid human, " he cursed at you.
Not wanting to keep him waiting you started to insert it, immediately he was squirming which made you annoyed so you grabbed his neck and kept him in place while you thrusted in and out of his tight hole.
"Ah- fuck oh fuck slow down ngh i-it's too much" he whines out to you but you know he can take it do you go even faster. He's moaning out to you calling out your name, " Y/n! Ahh- hahh mmmph," you just gently kiss at his and shoulder and left hickeys on his milky pale skin "Shh- Shhtop for a m-minute." He's already fucked dumb by you, his eye's bearly being focused on anything with his tongue sticking his fangs on full display, it made you want to destroy his ass more.
While in thought about that Muzan cums his thick white sperm making the futon dirty, you flip him over on his back and coldly asked him, "Did I say you can cum? Hm you even got the futon dirty with your filthy sperm." You let out a sigh, "Now I have to punish you but you would enjoy it do no matter." You smirked and went to get ropes and tied up his hands and feet, in that moment Muzan felt a little fear in his stomach.
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Hours have passed of you you tormenting muzan his tip was an angry red, cum all over his stomach from you over stimulating him, red and purple markings and handprints all over his body. His hole was ruined, loose and wet his eyes bearly keeping open with tears all over his place with some drool escaping his plump lips. It was really a sight to see the demon king so unguarded, unbeknownst to him a certain rainbow eyed demon was watching but you knew and planned to give him a visit too.
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strnilolover · 7 days ago
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how did adhd!reader and chris or matt meet? (you choose which boy)
yk what let’s do both cause why not
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Chris … You weren’t even supposed to be at the party. But, you somehow drug your friends along to some random house throwing this giant party that caught your eye. They kept telling you it was a bad an idea — you didn’t even know who’s house this was. But, you weren’t focused on that — not until it came to trying to socialize with random people.
You sipped on your drink, wandered through the house, and even made awkward small talk with a few people. But eventually, you escaped to the backyard for some air.
That’s when you saw it. A ping pong table.
It wasn’t just any ping pong table — it was set up with plastic cups arranged in a triangle at each end, a clear sign that an intense game of beer pong was in progress.
You didn’t even think before walking over.
“Hey, can I try?” you asked, interrupting a tall guy with messy hair who was mid-throw. He froze, blinking at you like you’d just asked him to solve a math problem. “What?”
“Beer pong,” you said, pointing at the table. “Can I try? I’ve never played before, but it looks fun.” The guy — Chris, as someone nearby called him — narrowed his eyes, sizing you up. He was cute, annoyingly so, with that effortless “I don’t care” attitude that made him stand out in the crowd.
“You’ve never played beer pong?” he asked, his voice dripping with disbelief. “Nope,” you said, popping the P with a grin. “But I’m really good at making random shots with, like, crumpled-up paper or popcorn, so I figure this can’t be much different, right?” Chris smirked, setting his cup down. “Alright, newbie. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
You picked up the ping pong ball, your hands slightly jittery from excitement. Focus wasn’t exactly your strong suit, but in that moment, the world narrowed to the ball, the cups, and Chris’s teasing smirk. You threw the ball — and missed. By a lot. Chris burst out laughing, and you couldn’t help but join in, doubling over as the ball rolled across the grass.
“Okay, so maybe it’s a little harder than it looks,” you admitted, straightening up. “Ya think?” Chris teased, still grinning. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.”
He grabbed another ball and lined up his shot, sinking it perfectly into one of the cups. The small crowd around the table cheered, and Chris turned to you with a cocky grin.
“See? It’s all about precision,” he said, miming a slow-motion throw for dramatic effect. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Alright, show-off. One more try.”
This time, you aimed carefully, sticking your tongue out in concentration. You threw the ball — and it bounced off a cup and into someone’s drink. The crowd groaned, but Chris was laughing so hard he had to clutch his side. “That… was the worst shot I’ve ever seen,” he said between gasps. “But, honestly, 10 out of 10 for creativity.”
“Hey, I said I’d try, not that I’d be good,” you shot back, crossing your arms. Chris leaned against the table, his grin softening. “You’re funny. Annoying, but funny.”
“And you’re cocky, but surprisingly nice,” you replied with a smirk.
From that moment on, the two of you kept bantering back and forth, and by the end of the night, Chris was dragging you into more games—not because you were good (you were terrible), but because he liked how you made him laugh.
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Matt … Matt had decided to take a walk through the park, his headphones on and hands tucked into his hoodie pockets. It was his go-to way to relax, soaking in the quiet hum of nature. He hadn’t planned on meeting anyone, least of all you.
The first sign of chaos was the bright pink kite, spiraling wildly through the air like it had a mind of its own. Matt noticed it out of the corner of his eye, just as it smacked against a tree branch, dangling pathetically.
“Ugh, no, no, no! Come on!” you groaned loudly — maybe too loud. Matt turned toward the voice and saw you, jogging toward the tree with a determined expression, your hair slightly disheveled and a spool of tangled string clutched in your hands.
“Stay here,” you muttered to the kite, like it could hear you. “Don’t go anywhere. Not that you can…”
You didn’t notice Matt watching as you grabbed the lowest branch, trying to pull yourself up. “Need help?” he called out, his tone amused.
You froze, halfway through an awkward climb, and turned to see him standing a few feet away. His dark hoodie, slight smirk, and steady gaze made him look effortlessly cool—so naturally, you immediately blurted out the most chaotic thing you could think of.
“Nope! Got it under control!” you said, though your foot slipped slightly as you spoke. Matt raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Because it really looks like you’re about to fall out of that tree.”
“I’m not gonna fall,” you insisted, though your grip tightened. “Probably.” He chuckled, stepping closer. “You sure? I can just grab it for you.” You sighed dramatically, giving up your pride. “Fine. But if you fall, that’s on you.”
Matt smirked, rolling his eyes. “Noted.” With an easy jump, he grabbed the branch and climbed up just enough to free the kite. He handed it down to you, brushing a few leaves off his hoodie as he hopped back to the ground.
“There. Crisis averted,” he said, smiling softly. You looked at the kite in your hands, then back at him. “Wow. I don’t know whether to thank you or feel embarrassed.”
“Both?” he teased, shoving his hands in his pockets. You laughed, your smile wide and genuine. “Okay, fair. Thanks, uh…”
“Matt,” he said, nodding slightly. You smiled, introducing yourself as well. “Didn’t mean to get the kite all stuck in the tree — i haven’t tried to fly one of these in a long time.”
He chuckled. “Well, you definitely made my walk more interesting.” You chuckled. “Glad I could entertain,” you said with a mock bow. Then, biting your lip, you added, “Hey, uh, since you saved the day and all… you wanna help me actually fly this thing?”
Matt tilted his head, considering. “You’re not worried I’ll run off with it?” You snorted. “Pfft. I’d chase you,” you said confidently.
He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “Alright, let’s do it.” The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon trying (and failing) to keep the kite in the air. By the time the sun started setting, Matt was laughing more than he had in weeks, and you were certain you’d just met someone who might make your life a little brighter.
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thebisexualdogdad · 4 months ago
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can u make a sequel (or maybe even a prequel 😉) to ur tim x male! chen reader fic?
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Lucy's brother part 1
Tim Bradford x Male!reader
So finding out that you had slept with your sister's training officer was pretty awkward to say the least but you really liked Tim and talked to them separately to see if there was any possible way you could continue to see him.
They each had valid concerns and neither wanted anyone to think Tim would give Lucy special treatment just because he was dating her brother but after a couple of weeks the two of them decided you and Tim should give this relationship a real shot.
You didn't necessarily keep it a secret but you weren't so open about it either which wasn't hard for Tim since he already preferred keeping his private life private… well, except for his best friend Angela who still found this whole situation quite amusing, most people at the station didn't even know he was gay.
Lucy on the other hand had a much harder time not spilling your relationship to everyone especially Jackson and Nolan.
“Tim seems in a good mood, maybe he'll take it easy on you today,” Jackson laughs as they collect their war bags for their shift.
“Huh? What? I have no idea what you're talking about I wouldn't know why he's in a good mood,” she rambles, avoiding eye contact as she ejects herself from the conversation and hurrying out the door to the patrol cars.
You rarely brought Tim to the apartment, usually spending time at his house to avoid creating any awkward run ins like the time he used your shower after a day at the paintball range and Lucy came home to him walking around in only a towel.
Tonight however Lucy told you she was going to be gone due to plans to go bar hopping with Jackson, Nolan and some of the other rookies they graduated with from the academy and her crashing at Jackson's apartment afterwards.
You took the opportunity to invite Tim over for a date night in, cooking him dinner and watching a movie however the movie was forgotten about half way through when Tim started kissing your neck.
Now you were on top of him making out on the couch, your phone on the kitchen counter where you couldn't hear your it buzzing with texts from Lucy saying how plans changed and Jackson was crashing with you guys instead.
The movie was too loud for you two to hear the front door opening and Lucy turned the light on to the sight of you in Tim’s lap, both of your shirts gone but luckily you were still dressed from the waist down.
“Oh my god,” she says covering her eyes.
“Hey Tim what are you doing here?” Jackson says pretty tipsy, taking him a minute to put the pieces together yet, “woah wait, are Y/N and Tim dating?”
You quickly hop off Tim and you scramble for your shirts, “you can open your eyes Lucy we’re decent.”
“You really couldn't go to your bedroom to do that?” Lucy questions, her words slurred, “now I have to burn the couch.”
“Don't be so dramatic nothing happened,” you sigh, “come on you are both drunk you should drink some water and go to sleep.”
“I can't wait to tell Nolan that you and Tim are dating Y/N, he didn't believe me when I said Tim was totally gay,” Jackson laughs.
After getting Jackson set up on the couch and Lucy in her bed you stand outside your apartment door with Tim saying goodnight to him.
“Sorry our date was a bust,” you apologize.
“It's alright let's just stick to having dates at my place,” he chuckles, “but uh could you talk to Jackson? I don't care if Nolan knows about us but I don't need him going and blabbing my personal business to the whole station.”
“I'll talk to him in the morning,” you smile, “but you know he's gonna tell Angela about this right.”
“Oh great, something else for her to tease me about,” he laughs, kissing you sweetly, “are you still in for the double date with her and Wesley next weekend?”
“Looking forward to it,” you say, kissing him one more time.
Dating your sister's TO was a lot harder to navigate than you thought it would be but you had fallen hard for Tim so you wouldn't change a thing.
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spideyhexx · 10 months ago
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fem!reader saccharine
Billy knows your whole thing is being one big tease to him, to other too, but mostly him, and he is close to losing it.
He already had a rough morning after getting barely any sleep. Why, he wasn't sure, but the heaviness in his head was weighing down on his day from the very start. He forgot to pay the innkeeper, borrowing money from Jesse to pay off his room, but now he owed Jesse money. Billy planned on going to the saloon later that day to play poker, but he was dreading it. He knew his tiredness would make it harder for him to play and play well at that. Most of the gang left him alone, seeing the permanent furrow in his brow and the way his shirt wasn't even buttoned right, it was clear it was an off day for him.
But then there was you. You knew he was having a bad day, but you couldn't help it. You always teased him and he always bit back. Not as hard as you would hope, but the game was always a thing. You follow him around that day, having nothing of importance to do for yourself.
He thought it akin to a puppy following you around and every time he turned and saw your smiling face, he'd roll his eyes, his jaw clenching so tight, you were sure he was gonna break his teeth any minute.
"Bonney, do you think I'd look better with your hat?" You run up to catch up to him as he walks.
"No," he replies, his eyes looking anywhere but you.
"Really? Cause I was thinkin'-"
"Can you stop followin' me?" Billy interrupts, his gaze still ahead, so he misses your eye-roll.
"Listen, I have nothin' else to do so I-"
"Well, 'm goin' to take a piss, so I don't think you should follow me," he says, his tone sharp and he looks at you, giving you the quickest, fakest smile he could have. It only brightened your grin.
"Oh, c'mon, I'll just look the other way, I've been around you guys far too long to get weird about that," you tell him, and he seems to know it's the truth, he can’t fight it. He shakes his head. "Leave," and he points back to where his and your horses were.
You're not that easy. Billy knows it too, but he prays to God that you'll see how annoyed he is in this moment and how he wants his time alone. You poke his arm, then jab your elbow at him, "I think I'll stay with you, Bonney."
"I need-"
"I can keep quiet if that's what you really want, but I think it's best if I stick around, what if-"
"Will you just shut up?!" His voice raises, stilling his walking to turn fully towards you. Your eyes are widened a little, but you don't answer his question.
"There's no way in hell you can keep quiet, 'cause all you do is talk. You bother me so much like...," he trails off, then lets out a harsh chuckle, swallowing his words before he spits them out at you, "you're...you're like a pest. I don't get it one bit how anyone likes you. ‘M…’m done with it, I can’t I…you really are a fuckin’ pest.”
His words sink into you. It stings, though you know he's got merit to his words. That you shouldn't have bothered him as much as you were today, that you should have just left when he told you to, but you thought it as much a game as playing poker would be. But Billy is fuming. You can see the anger in his eyes, the way his words rolled harsh on his tongue, the only time you've heard him speak like that was to people the gang was rivaling.
It's hard to stop the tears from welling in your eyes. Your chest burns and you feel the familiar ache in your heart. You try to stop it, but you've never been very good at that. "Pest...okay. 'M sorry, Billy," you say, your voice breaking on his name as your tears start to stream, falling to your cheeks as you sniffle. Once it’s starts, you know you really can’t stop it. You turn your heel and walk away from him. Part of you didn't want him to see that side of you, but it was also too late. Billy's heart drops at the sight. His words echo in his own head, realizing how bad they sound. "Shit, wait," he says, but you keep walking.
Billy's shoulder slump. He's never seen you cry, let alone speak so quietly. He was beginning to think nothing ever upset you until now. He knows he lashed out, but he hopes you at the very least understand why he did. However, to him, he knows he shouldn't have said that. You're a piece of glue for the gang, even he could admit that. Your pure nature was friendly, he knows why people like you so much, but he still said what he said. He thinks about going after you, but he can't. His feet are stuck to the ground as he swallows the lump in his throat.
"Shit," he mumbles to himself, rubbing his hand over his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose.
let's chat about billy, here :)
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