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sicklymuttz · 5 days ago
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im so nice always and my friends love me
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snow-snowball · 3 months ago
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𓆩❤︎𓆪 Nice ass, bro! 𓆩❤︎𓆪
You slapped his ass and complimented him.
characters: Sylus; Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel.
a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes.
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Sylus:
• Honestly, he expected something like this from you.
• So when you smacked him on his nice backside, Sylus merely raised an eyebrow.
• “Are you serious? Are you that bored, kitten?”
• “You have such a lovely butt, darling! I couldn’t just walk past it!”
• He simply grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer.
• “And what if I do this?” His hand began to slide from your waist down to your rear. “Hmm, I won’t stop, you know that, right?” Sylus lowered his head onto your shoulder. You felt a slight sting from his bite, followed by his slippery tongue licking the spot he had just bitten.
• “Sylus—I—I was just joking!”
• “Joking, you say?” The man straightened up and put on a pensive look, then suddenly his ruby eyes sparkled with mischief as he lifted you by your thighs. “Well, it seems the joke has spiraled out of control.” In a swift motion, he threw you over his shoulder and playfully smacked your ass, striding toward your bedroom. “Kieran, Luke, I’ll be busy for a couple of hours, so put your work on hold.” Sylus waved his free hand dismissively at his subordinates, who chuckled at the scene, before disappearing with you.
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Xavier:
• Xavier lay on the couch with his eyes closed.
• You knew perfectly well that he wasn’t actually asleep; he was just pretending. That’s why you tiptoed closer to him.
• The Hunter had heard you long ago but continued to feign sleep. He was curious about what you were planning to do.
• Noticing his eyelashes fluttering slightly, you raised your fist to your mouth, stifling an impending laugh. Once you reached him, you were greeted with a stunning view of his backside, snugly wrapped in light blue jeans. You let out a whistle, momentarily forgetting your purpose. Gathering your composure, you playfully smacked his firm rear, the sound of your playful slap echoing through the room.
• Xavier propped himself up and looked at you with a puzzled expression. “Why did you do that?”
• “Great butt, darling!” you exclaimed, raising your finger triumphantly with a bright smile.
• The hunter sat there for a while, resting his chin on his thumb, deep in thought. “Alright then, I guess I’ll...” He suddenly pulled you close, settling you on his lap as his hands went straight to your hips, squeezing them and making you gasp. “Your ass is way better than mine. Mind if I chill like this for a bit?” He leaned his head to the side and gave you an innocent puppy-dog look—classic forbidden move.
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Zayne:
• The man sat in the armchair, engrossed in a medical book. He was too absorbed to notice when you came home.
• You felt a twinge of worry that your husband hadn’t greeted you. But upon finding him reading in the living room, you crossed your arms and gave him a slightly displeased look. He still didn’t pay you any mind. With a sigh, you approached him, placing your hand on the book to close it and then letting it fall to your side.
• Slightly startled, Zane glanced at you and immediately stood up to embrace you. “I’m so sorry, darling; I lost track of time.”
• “It’s fine; I guess the book is more important than your wife!”
• “Don’t say that…” He looked at you seriously, taking your warm hands in his cool ones. “You will always come first to me.” The doctor held you gently, as if afraid to chase you away. He caressed your back with his large hands, burying his nose in your hair and kissing the top of your head.
• You couldn’t stay mad at him for long and wrapped your arms around him in return. You stood that way for a few minutes until your hands slid down, squeezing your husband’s toned behind and playfully tapping his firm thighs. “Wow! Dr. Zane, you’ve a nice ass!”
• The man let out a weary sigh; this wasn’t the first time you had done this. “As you wish, my dear.”
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Rafayel:
• He was painting in his studio as usual, inspiration pouring out of him like a raging river. The masks were bold, and the colors were alive and vibrant.
• All would be well, except Rafayel kept getting paint smeared all over his backside.
• You quietly slipped into his room and froze at the doorway. His gorgeous ass was wrapped in tight pants, with paint smudges dotting the surface, and oh my, it bounced so enticingly with his movements.
• You spotted a small tube of paint and, seizing the opportunity, squeezed some onto your palm. Sneaking up behind him, you delivered a playful smack to his ass, causing him to jump in surprise. Raphael inadvertently jolted his hand, ruining what could have been a masterpiece.
• “What the hell?! You! You! Are you out of your mind?!”
• “I gotta say, this painting is just killer.” You pointed at his backside playfully. “The imprint of my hand fits perfectly into it!”
• The artist turned his head and noticed the marks your hands had left on his pants. Frowning, he turned away from you, arms crossed over his chest.
• “Did I hurt your feelings?” You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind. Your paint-splattered hands slipped beneath his shirt. “What a bummer, though! I still have some touches left to add—Ouch!”
• He suddenly spun around, pushing you back against his desk and looming over you. “Looks like you’ve taken it too far, Miss Artist.” He dipped his fingers into bright red paint, smirking as he locked eyes with you. “Now it’s my turn to create.”
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27spoons · 29 days ago
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yapping yapping to you dudeeee. have you seen how nat treated mari's brat ass (and some of shauna's, too)? i was like: panties? where? *inserts that meme of an emoji with a dangling lingerie* like, the way her care and natural protective instincts kick in, even though others might give two fucks about her 😭😭 my baby, come here, i'll take care of youuuuu imagining a brat!reader making nat's days a living hell, but she can't possibly lash out, so she puts reader into a time-out (house arrest tf), or even brings them their portion of the food into their hut, ending up in nat "teaching reader" how to behave 😇 yuk, an innocent lesson
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what if i said i wanted to be put in my place. what then. what if i said i need to piss nat off until she snaps at me, realises that i liked it, and then does it again?
nsfw blurb / smut / gn!afab!reader / porn w some plot / self-indulgent / not proofread we die like the cabin at the end of s2/ wc: 1260
natalie stands outside your shelter, the fresh scent of damp earth and cool spring air brushing past. the spring out here is deceptive—warmer than the cruel winter was but still bitter in the mornings and evenings. the soft hum of insects punctuate the silence that settles in the dim light of the evening.
inside, you restlessly lay on your makeshift bedroll, leg bouncing as you trace the light strips that filter through the gaps in your structure with your eyes. when she finally steps in—carrying a wooden bowl of stew—you glance up with a cocky grin that you already know nat will not like.
"well, well." you drawl, sitting up. "The Queen herself. To what do I owe the pleasure on this fine evening?"
nat doesn't bite. she places the bowl on the tree stump in front of you unceremoniously. "dinner," she says simply, straightening and crossing her arms.
"wow, room service?" you let out a low whistle, leaning back and lacing your fingers behind your head. "i gotta say, i'm kinda liking this whole 'house arrest' thing, you know? the perks are nice." a beat, "actually, is it too much to ask, or could i get some dessert?"
her jaw clenches, but she manages to keep her voice in check. "you seriously think this is funny?"
"i mean... yeah." you shrug. "let's be real, nat. you're supposed to be running this place or whatever, but here you are, babysitting me." you groan and sit back up, "doesn't really scream..." a beat as you feign thought, "fearsome leader, you know?"
nat's eyes narrow, and you swear you can feel the frustration radiating off of her. the distant sounds of the wilderness around you seems to grow at the sudden tension, filling the space between you two. "you really wanna test how far i'll go?"
your grin falters slightly, but you can't deny the subtle rush that builds inside of you at the way her voice lowers. "what are you gonna do? give me another stern talking-to?"
she steps closer, her worn combat boots crunching against the forest floor. she leans down just enough to meet your gaze, her voice shifting to that tone she knows gets you weak. “no. talking doesn’t seem to work with you.”
before you can fire back a retort, she's grabbing your jaw with her right hand and squeezing. "you aren't leaving this hut until i say so, and honestly?" her voice lowers further, "i don't think you deserve to leave after all this shit you've pulled, do you?"
you stare up at her, unsure if you're supposed to be feeling afraid, aroused, or both."uh…" you blink a few times, "wow, nat. you really got the whole… 'scary leader' thing down. i'm shaking in my boots."
a scoff leaves her lips, but she doesn't visibly react further to your sarcasm. "you can joke all you want, yeah? but we both know you'll listen to what i say. because if you don't…" her eyes flash down to your lips for a moment, "well, they don't last very long."
your stomach twists, but not because you're scared. well, maybe a little. but mostly? well, mostly you're just aroused.
and nat knows, if the way she smirks is any indication. "yeah. you know that, don't you?" her voice carries a teasing lilt that does unpleasant (but not unwelcome) things to your insides. "all you really want is to be put in your place." she grips your jaw a little tighter, "open your mouth more."
you do. your lips part on command, and you're rewarded with nat spitting into your mouth slowly. "close. don't swallow." you do as she asks, of course. there's no way she doesn't know you're ruining your underwear right about now. 
you swear you haven't taken a breath in a million years as she looks down at you, eyes sharp and calculating. "good. swallow." you comply, maintaining eye contact, then open your mouth to show her that you listen.
nat grins. "look at you. you can listen." 
she gives you a firm shove back onto your bedroll and follows you down. "but i think i still need to prove my point." 
one of her hands slides underneath the waistband to your pants without hesitation, and it takes everything in her to not make a sound of satisfaction at how wet you are already. "jesus. already?" she manages, the words almost coming out in a whine and breaking this facade of control. "you're fucking soaked."
"can't help it." you reply immediately, already feeling the fight in you leave the second she gets her hands on you, "it's you. you do this to me." you're already clenching around nothing, staring up at nat's form over your body with an expression of pure want. "please."
the girl almost scoffs at how quick you get to begging, considering it usually takes far longer to break you down. "damn. that was fast. you a little desperate?"
"fuck you—" you try and start, but your protests are quickly cut off with a sudden push of her forefinger into your cunt. "oh—"
"that's what i thought." she grins, starting to move her finger without giving you time to get used to the intrusion. "all talk and no game, yeah? not so big once someone actually starts taking charge."
your fingers dig into the soil around your bedroll, knowing better than to grab onto her right now. "that's not fair—"
another finger. "nothing is fucking fair." she bites, leaning down closer to your face, "we're trapped in the middle of goddamn nowhere, and you're talking to me about fair?" a harsh scoff leaves her lips as she begins pumping her fingers faster, "life isn't fucking fair."
you'd make a smart reply to that if you could, but it's sort of hard to do when her fingers are ruthlessly fucking in and out of you, your wetness soaking into the fabric of your underwear. "already so worked up." she tsks, "bet i could give you a third finger right now and you'd—" 
she does.
three fingers deep, fingers curling in and out of your pussy with a passion that only nat can possess, you groan and throw your head back. 
nat slaps her free hand over your mouth with a hiss, "jesus! do you want them to hear what's going on in here?" her fingers never cease in their actions as her gaze flicks to the entrance for a moment, watching to make sure no one is about to walk in on you two. "shit, i would never hear the end of this…" she murmurs before returning her gaze to you, hardening it slightly. "should have known you wouldn't be able to keep quiet." 
she grinds her palm against your clit with every crook of her fingers, and you can barely keep your eyes open at the harsh movements she fucks you with—pain and pleasure blurring together somewhere along the way. 
her breath ghosts over your ear as she leans down, and you can feel her smirk. "you're gonna come for me, and when you do, it's gonna happen again." you whine, and she chuckles lowly in response. "and again. until i fucking decide that you've finally understood how to listen to fucking orders."you stare up at her with wide eyes when she pulls her face back slightly, and nat's grin only widens further. "and we both know you have a hard time following orders." her fingers find that one spot, and you swear you see stars—"so i think it's gonna be a long night."
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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 4 months ago
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AGORA HILLS- JOSH WASHINGTON
pairing: bestfriend!josh x onlyfans!reader
word count: idkk sorry i wrote this in one sitting in the app
summary: the whole group thinks you're an innocent angel, but josh found your little secret account on onlyfans a few weeks earlier. little do you know, he wants to be a feature.
warning: IMPLIED SMUT (like they basically do it oki), fingering, praise, dumbifaction, swearing, petnames, size kink, manhandling, mocking/ teasing, filmed sexual activity
not spell checked im sorry if theres any mistakes!
"boy, you're the one, you're the only man/ me and you on my OnlyFans/ holy cow, you're the holy trin'/ hold me down when a hole need dick"- doja cat, agora hills
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josh felt like a complete and total pervert.
he couldn't help but let his gaze linger as he stared at you from across the room. he was undressing you with his eyes, leaving every trace of you vulnerable, despite your clothes still being on, trying to ignore him and focus on the rest of the group.
it was late in the night, everyone sitting around the fire in the lodge, warming themselves before bed. drinks had been passed around, some blunts smoked here and there.
but he was high off of the info he had about you. and you didn't even know- and it was killing him.
josh's attraction had been bubbling up for quite some time, and he couldn't help but think you wanted him too. a sweet, innocent, naive girl, too scared to hurt a fly- you often became flustered at his comments and flirty remarks. with you- he wasn't even trying to be funny, or witty.
he was so fucking truthful when he always whistled at you, giving your hip a gentle pat as he'd put his arm around you from behind. pipsqueak was your name, because he was so much bigger then you.
everyone was.
but as sexual secrets were being passed around, and you claimed you had none, everyone teasing you- he knew that wasn't true. he was scrolling only fans as one did on a late friday night after smoking- and he had stumbled across something that made his heart drop, his dick get even harder.
it was you- though you didnt show your face, he could tell just from your body it was you. the body he fantasized over for so many nights, here- in front of him.
and just his luck, you were letting people join for free on this one night. it was fate. clicking on yoru profile, he skimmed through all your content, few things- as it looked like you had started not too long ago.
he couldn't help but touch himself as he stared at your naked mirror selfies, or little skirts, and if he was lucky- a video of you touching yourself with your skirt hiked up.
the skirt you wore now was the same on in that video. he watched as you hid your face in embrassment at everyones teasing, and couldnt help but let his lips curl up into a smirk.
"fine, if you havent done anything, do you at least like someone?" you murmered somethin lowly, turning your head towards the fire.
"what was that pipsqueak?" he taunted, his long leg reaching over to nudge your leg. "do i have to?"
"yes bitch! we all spilled, you gotta give us something here."
you took a breath, eyes catching his for a split second. "i like josh."
"ayooo i knew it!" mike grinned cheekly, looking over at josh. "we all knew that." jess teased, nudging your arm.
"don't hold that over my head please." you begged at josh and he winked. "everything is over your head baby." he teased and you groaned.
"alright. well just cause i said that, i deserve a hot shower before bed. goodnight gang." you stood up, giving the group a little salute before turning in the wrong direction.
"wrong direction pips." josh called, making the others laugh. he had to come and direct you, turning you the other way, his hand rubbing little circles on your back, fingers slipping under your shirt.
he was warm and you couldnt help but lean into him as he waved goodnight to the group, throwing them a wink as he guided you down the hall to your room.
"so you like me, hm?"
"that was a drunk thought." you sputtered out as he guided you futher from the group.
"you've had two drinks and a puff of my blunt. you're sober baby."
"whatever.." you mumbled under your breath, making him chuckle. you bit your lip as his hand slip to rest on your hip, fingers stretching down to brush the curve of your ass.
god you wanted him. it was fucking killing you, and him. his cock strained against his jeans, and he wasnt sure how much longer he could wait.
it was like a leash had snapped, when you had admitted to having a crush on him, and even that you wanted to fuck him. he had all the conformation he needed.
"you stumbled into the empty bedroom and he turned the lock, walking over to you- making you stumble back and hit the edge of the bed.
"so you wanna fuck me? is that it?"
"dont taunt me." you moaned softly, fingers gripping the sheets subtly.
"im not trying to taunt you baby, you know i just joke. but you really want me to fuck you? i thought you were miss innocent?" he toyed, leaning down enough to make you go down on your elbows. he bit his lip, eyes tracing your cleavage through your top. your breath went shallow.
"i am joshy i swear."
"really miss pornstar?" you froze.
"i'm not a pornstar joshy dont be silly." his eyebrow cocked, and he leaned close enough you were pratically smuthered by his large frame, tounge darting out to lap at your neck.
"is that so misskittycat?" you moaned as he nipped your neck, teeth biting the skin playfully.
"i dont know what your talking about.."
"you touch yourself so pretty baby. ya know i touched myself to that? it was so much better then in my head. such a pretty pussy." he hummed.
"maybe you can show me how you touch yourself so i can, yeah?"
at this point, you were putty. you couldnt hold up the innocent act any longer. youd do anythng he'd ask, and do it happily.
"i think about you when i do it." you confessed, and he chuckled deeply.
"yeah? you wanna say that to the camera sweetheart?" you turned, seeing an old camcorder opened on the dresser.
"wh-"
"dont worry, its not on. just had it here from a few trips ago. did you want me to turn it on?"
your eyes widdened. "d-did you want to?"
"i asked you the question pips." he smiled as he placed his large hands on your hips, fingers brushing your skin and making you dizzy/
"w-we could film ah- content if you want.."
"yeah?" his voice dropped, and you felt yourself swoon as he kissed you gently, slipping his tounge in your mouth faster then you could think. "yeah" you moaned out as he moved his hands down to push your legs open.
he broke the kiss, reaching over with ease to click the camera on, and you watched as the little red light started to blink. "we're rolling honey. but its just you and me okay? just focus- hey- focus on me okay?" he gripped your chin and guided your gaze back to him. you dumbly nodded, leaning into his touch.
"is this okay?" he asked softly, guiding your hand down to touch your soaked panties. you nodded.
"why dont you show me how you touch yourself baby? so i do it just how you like." you felt heat rise in your cheeks, limbs tingely as you dipped your hands down your panties.
"cmon show the camera baby." he manhandled you, picking you up with ease to turn you around, tugging your panties to the side. you shamelessly dipped your finger inside, moaning softly as you curled it.
"oh yeah like that?" he teased, finger darting up to rub your clit. you squrimed at the pressure he applied, rubbing slow gentle circles. "y-yes fuck joshy"
"oh dont get shy on me now." he laughed, taking your finger out to replace it with his own. you let out a gasp, a look of surprise on your face at the larger sensation, his fingers reaching spots you didnt even know fingers could reach.
"oh i know baby, its so much bigger then yours hm?" his fingers curled and you bowed, letting out a loud moan as you squirmed again. his dirty talk had your head going empty like static on an old tv.
"yeah baby im gonna take such good care of you."
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musaslullaby · 7 months ago
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I would marry you
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Charles Leclerc x reader x Arthur Leclerc (platonic)
Summary: Yn helps Arthur cook for a dinner with an unexpected guest.
Warning: Just fluff.
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I parked my car in Arthur's driveway, my childhood friend, with a smile on my face. It had almost become a routine for us to spend time together, especially when it involved cooking. Arthur, despite being a disaster in the kitchen, wanted to prove to his friends that he could cook something without burning it all, and I could never say no when he asked for my help.
"Arthur, it’s me!" I called out loudly as I rang the doorbell. I heard his footsteps approaching, and a moment later, the door opened, revealing his smiling face.
"Hey, star!" he greeted me affectionately, wrapping me in a warm hug. I felt the heat of his arms around me as I blushed slightly from embarrassment.
"Please, stop with that nickname," I replied, trying to maintain a firm tone, though I knew the blush on my cheeks gave away my discomfort. He’d been calling me that since I was six years old, a nickname I hated, but despite my protests, Arthur continued to use it.
He burst out laughing, his laughter infectious. "Come on, I know you still have that blue dress with the stars!" he joked, referring to that silly princess dress my dad got me for Christmas. I gave him a playful slap on the chest, trying to pout, but he just smiled at me, and the warmth of his affection reflected in his eyes.
Once inside, we headed straight to the kitchen. Arthur followed me like a puppy, eager to know what we were going to cook. "How about lasagna?" I suggested, starting to lay out the ingredients on the counter.
Arthur’s face lit up. "Can I help? I feel guilty letting you do all the work," he said, using those sweet eyes that I knew he reserved only to convince me. He put on an apron with a panda face drawn on it, and the sight made me burst out in loud laughter.
"Oh my God, where did that come from?" I asked, still laughing as I tried to catch my breath, clutching my stomach that was starting to hurt.
"A relic from my mom," he replied, pretending to pout. "Now stop laughing, seriously, it's not funny," he added, turning around with a mock-offended look. With a smile, without thinking twice, I hugged him from behind.
"Don't be like that," I whispered, trying to hold back tears from laughing. I felt his arms gently tighten around me.
"I’ll forgive you just this once," he said, his tone now lighter and sweeter.
Cooking with Arthur was always a mystical experience, a blend of chaos and affection. Even though he was clumsy, his presence made everything more fun. As we prepared the lasagna, every layer of pasta, sauce, and mozzarella was an opportunity for jokes and laughter. But his clumsiness led him to play a silly prank: he threw a bit of sauce on my nose.
I looked at him in disbelief, my eyes wide open, while he whistled, feigning innocence. "I hate you," I said, rolling my eyes, but the truth was that at that moment, I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else. I wiped my nose on his apron, provoking a disgusted cry from him.
Our bond was so special, full of little complicities and jokes, an affection that went beyond mere friendship. There was an intimacy between us that few could understand, and it was something I cherished dearly in my heart.
Just as we finished preparing the lasagna, someone knocked on the door. Arthur offered to go open it, leaving me alone in the kitchen with the smell of freshly baked food. When he returned, his face was serene, as if nothing had happened.
"So? Who was it?" I asked, curious. But Arthur, with his usual nonchalance, only replied, "Charles."
That name sent a chill down my spine. A rush of adrenaline surged through my body, and my heart began to race. "Why the hell didn’t you tell me he was coming too?" I blurted out, maybe a bit too loudly. Arthur ran a hand through his hair, clearly embarrassed.
"Look, I forgot, okay?" he muttered, his tone guilty, but I didn’t have time to respond because just then the door to the house opened with a loud click.
"We’ll deal with this later," I hissed, giving him a look that left no doubt about my displeasure. I saw Arthur’s face pale slightly.
"Hey, guys," Charles greeted, walking in with the usual confidence that characterized him. He hugged Arthur with a smile, then turned to me, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. He approached and hugged me, and my heart skipped a beat. That contact, so simple and innocent, ignited a fire of emotions within me that I desperately tried to control.
By now it was known to everyone, even the walls of that house, that I had a massive crush on Charles, my best friend's brother. But he had always been out of my reach, dating girls who seemed to shine much brighter than me.
We sat down at the table, and Arthur brought out the lasagna. The dish was perfect, golden and crispy on the surface, with a soft, gooey inside. The smell filled the room, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.
Charles took a bite and smiled. "Okay, I bet Yn made this," he said, looking at me with approval.
Arthur pulled me closer with a knowing look. "Yeah, you know she’s amazing with Italian dishes."
"How are you, Charles?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm as I cut a piece of lasagna, avoiding looking into his eyes for too long.
"The races are going as they go," Charles began, choosing his words carefully, "but I have to admit, ever since I broke up, I’ve been feeling a lot better."
Those words took me completely by surprise. "You broke up?" I asked, staring at him in disbelief, my fork stopping halfway.
"Oh, yeah, and for a while now. I thought they had told you," Charles replied, throwing an accusatory glance at Arthur, who nervously scratched the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed.
"Why did you break up? You two seemed… madly in love," I asked, trying to shift the focus away from Arthur and his awkwardness.
"Well, you know, she was a bitch who only cared about money and fame," Charles explained with a bluntness that surprised me. "And then… I realized I want a lighter, more playful relationship. With her, everything was too heavy." He paused and added, "She would never have cooked for us. You know, I’d marry you just for that."
In that moment, my world stopped. His words seemed to echo in my head, as his eyes stayed fixed on mine, filled with an intensity I had never noticed
before. My heart was racing, and my breath suddenly became short. I tried to figure out if he was joking or if there was something deeper in those words, but his serious and slightly embarrassed look confused me.
"You’re joking, right?" Arthur intervened, trying to lighten the mood with a nervous smile.
"Of course," Charles replied, but there was a hesitation in his voice that didn’t go unnoticed. He kept looking at me, and even though he tried to keep the tone light, his cheeks turned a faint pink, as if he were torn between saying something important and wanting to keep our relationship as it was.
The silence that followed was dense with unspoken emotions. Arthur, perhaps realizing the tension, stood up abruptly, breaking the spell. "So, who wants some wine?" he asked, heading to the kitchen with a haste that betrayed his desire to divert attention from the conversation that had just taken place.
I remained still for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. The idea that Charles could even vaguely consider the idea of being with me filled me with a pure and innocent hope. But at the same time, I knew how complicated the situation was. He was my best friend’s brother, and our bond, as deep and sincere as it was, had never crossed that fine line that separated brotherly affection from something more.
As Arthur returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses, Charles and I exchanged one last look. He smiled at me, a small smile that seemed to say many things. And for a moment, I let that smile warm my heart, forgetting all the complications for an instant.
Arthur poured the wine, and we sat down again, trying to steer the conversation back to lighter tones. But the atmosphere had changed.
As we sipped the wine and enjoyed the last slice of lasagna, I couldn’t help but think about how strange fate was. Sometimes, it makes us go in circles, it makes us take winding paths, only to bring us back exactly where we were meant to be from the beginning. Maybe that lunch, with its simplicity and surprises, was one of those moments that mark a turning point, a new chapter that opens, even if we didn’t yet know where it would lead us.
And as the evening went on, and the laughter and jokes filled the room, I couldn’t help but glance at Charles from time to time, wondering if he felt that change too, if he was thinking about what could happen between us if only we had the courage to explore that possibility.
Maybe, I thought, while smiling at Arthur’s jokes, that some things just need a little more time to mature. And maybe, in the end, fate would find a way to connect those dots that seemed to have been left hanging for so long.
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princessbrunette · 1 year ago
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i just know jayj and john b try to be sooo normal when it comes to you skippin around the chateau in nothing but an itty bitty t shirt and cute panties!!! nervous as hell when you sprawl over the both of them for a movie night or even just take off your shirt one day out on the boat. both of them somewhere behind the wheel just intensely staring at you, trying to play is so cool and failing tremendously - 🍓
˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍭🐬🩷˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.
you could be so oblivious sometimes. you lived with two guys, two guys you are dating — and still maintained your pristine halo, dancing around the chateau to the low hum of the radio, cleaning up last nights mess of beer cans and pizza boxes, all whilst wearing a t-shirt roughly three sizes too small, and a pair of panties, the bow in the centre just tempting a hand to come and tug at it.
john b and jj were used to you— sure, they’d seen you naked a bunch of times, and in underwear, and in a bikini, and so on— but there was something just so devious about this combination of garments that they couldn’t look away. they both felt it, that boyish stare they’d both do everytime you’d glide past them, dropping their eyes to your tits and then bending at the neck to watch your ass bounce with each step when you’re passed, it was quite the sight to see.
john b whistled casually once you finally settled down to watch a movie with them, an invite that always ends in nudity — the pattern never seeming to occur to you when you’d happily agree. “lookin’ good, pup.” the brunette hummed as you settled down on the couch between them. you greet him with a sloppy kiss to his cheek.
“thanks jb.” you chirp innocently before jj is instantly turning your face with his hand and tapping his cheek.
“i see you. playing favourites.” he accuses lightheartedly as you giggle, delivering a kiss to his cheek too. he turns his face, lips smacking yours and he gropes greedily at your tits making you squeal against him.
“where are your manners, jj?” you tsk, faux appalled as john b scrolls through netflix to find the movie you’d been discussing earlier.
“oh, long gone. soon as you put that lil’ outfit on.” he smirks, and you hide yourself shyly, masking your smile as you turn to the tv, the movie starting up.
you’ll admit, you felt the eyes, the attention, the clear admiration of your little get up. the boys were clearly just in a mood that day, all riled up and touching you at any chance they got throughout the movie. the extra attention and ego boost went straight to your panties, plus — the movie was a little boring.
you shift uncomfortably, kicking the blanket draped over your legs off onto the ground making john b tsk.
“wanna stretch out.” you groan, feigning discomfort before repositioning yourself before jj could make some kind of innuendo about the remark, laying on your stomach across the two of them— cheek laying on your hand on john b’s lap, innocently watching the tv, and your bottom half raised on jj’s lap, his hand instantly cupping the thigh meat below your ass.
“comfortable?” john b smirks, a knowing timbre to his voice.
“very.” you hum in satisfaction, watching — or pretending atleast to watch the movie.
you were in bliss, john b going from massaging the back of your neck to cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb comfortingly along your skin, your eyes fluttering closed. jj was getting busy too, groping and squeezing at your ass cheeks, occasionally offering little smacks to watch the fat ripple on his lap, a deep and quiet ‘mmmhm.’ leaving his throat.
“you know, as intriguing as this movie is… i got something way more interesting right here on my lap.” jj teases, looping his pointer finger into your panties and slowly peeling them aside, revealing the gooey, sticky mess you’d made of your folds. “uh-huh, would you look at that.” he smirks, rubbing a thumb through it all like he just couldn’t help himself.
you release a quiet moan against john b’s palm and he grins all soft and loverboy-esque like the act is totally innocent. “can never just ask for what you want, can you?” he muses, no threat of punishment to his voice whatsoever. he stretches his arms, lazy and languid before rolling his shoulders, smiling readily.
“cant ask, m’shy…” you rub your cheek against his thigh, wide eyes trained on where he’s hardening through his shorts. john b follows your gaze and starts to rub at himself, waking up the cock that was going to make you cry.
“wrong, shy girls don’t have two boyfriends.” jj pushes a finger inside you lazily, curling it up to the spot you need him making you whine. “nah, you’re somethin’ else.”
you take over from john b’s hand, your own curious palm stroking him through the fabric as he sighs, tipping his head back onto the couch headrest with a pleased smirk. “what am i, jayj?” you pout, turning to look over your shoulder, brows furrowed as you hump back against his finger. jj stares at the sight as if in a trance, eyes locked in and tongue poking out to swipe habitually at his bottom lip.
“i’on know. but i like it. a lot.”
˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🍭🐬🩷˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.
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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 1 year ago
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Badge Bunny
Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader
Summary: Getting pulled over by one of Stark County's finest turns into anything but a routine traffic stop.
Word count: 3.3K
18+ MDNI! Go on, get!
Warnings: Porn with a smidge of plot. Allusion to cheating (but not really!). Degradation. Oral (male receiving). Throat fucking. Spitting. Choking. Breeding kink. Size kink. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it!). Creampie.
Note: Thank you @starksbabie for keeping me motivated and constantly feeding the already rampant Gator thots! This one is for you you bb!
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Making your way down the familiar stretch of highway you weren't paying attention to any of your surroundings, only looking forward to getting home after a long night. 
Headlights cutting through the dark, deserted fields on either side of the small 2 lane road. Nothing went on this time of night. 
You hadn't noticed passing the familiar truck parked a little off the road in the gravel alcove. 
Humming along with the radio lost in your own little world the sudden bright blue lights behind you hit your eyes from the reflection in the rearview. 
“Shit,” you hissed, but wasted no time pulling over on the shoulder, rolling down the window as you came to a stop.
You watched through the side mirror. He slowly exits his truck as if he had all the time in the world. Adjusting his pants and belt before making his way toward you. 
You noted he was missing his vest and usual hat. Black shirt tight across his chest and abdomen. His thigh holster was exactly where it always was, an accessory he was almost never without. 
He sidled up to the window. Leaning down, so he could see your face. 
“Evening, license and registration.” You couldn't roll your eyes any harder. 
“Gator, I really need to get home. What's your problem this time?” 
“Hey now, that's no way to speak to a deputy.” He tapped the badge strapped to his hip. Black gloves still adorn his hands. Pity. He did have nice hands. 
“Sorry officer, where are my manners? What seems to be the problem tonight?” You put on your best innocent sounding voice, biting your lip as you looked up to him.
“Well, looks like you were going over the speed limit. Wanna step out of the vehicle for me?” his hard ass attitude on full display. 
“Gator, seriously?” You deadpanned and rolled your eyes, but he didn't budge staring down his nose at you, maintaining his authoritative demeanor. 
“Come on…out.” Patting the side of the door for emphasis. 
Quickly realizing it was no use, huffing as he stepped back to make room for you to exit the car.  
He whistles low. Appraising your bare legs in the skirt you wore for work. Waitressing at the local bar has its perks. Nice tips for a little skin.
It didn't help that your tits were pushed up practically spilling out of your top. The only sensible part of your outfit was the converse sneakers to battle any fatigue from running around all night. 
“And where are you off to dressed like that? Your boyfriend let ya’ out of the house like this?” His eyes drifting down and back up. 
Closing the door, and leaning against the side of the car he inches closer as he spoke. Looking up at him from under your lashes growing more unamused by the second. 
“My boyfriend doesn't mind at all, especially when I bring home nice tips. We both know if anyone in this town looks at me wrong he'd kill’m.”
“Is that so pretty girl? Well, he's not here is he?” Making a show to look around at the deserted surroundings, smirking back at you. “Go ahead and turn around for me.” 
You scoff. “Gator, is this absolutely necessary? I may have been going 5 over the limit.” 
“Afraid so. Have t’make sure you don't have any weapons. Hands on the side of the vehicle. Go ahead.” Nodding toward the car.
You huff again but finally relent. Turning around slowly, placing your hands palm down; you'd been through this before, you knew the routine. 
He stalked his way up to you. Anticipation already prickling your skin. Your panties growing damp. 
His chest close enough to your back that you could feel the heat radiating from him even through your shirt. 
His lips ghosted the shell of  your ear when he spoke. 
“If that boyfriend isn't going to put you in your place I guess I'll have to. And the way you've been sassing me, little girl, I've got my hands full t’night.” 
He pulled back, removing his gloves one by one, throwing them in front of you on the top of the hood. 
Placing his hands on your hips, he moved his thigh close behind you as he kicked your feet apart. 
“Gator, come on. I don't have time for this tonight.” 
He didn't say anything, instead lifting his hands higher on your body. Resting on your breasts, squeezing slightly, as your breath hitched. 
He smirked to himself. Slowly dropping his hands down your body. Across your stomach. Down your hips. Traveling the expanse of your thighs to the bottom of your skirt. He paused, pinky grazing the bare skin there that sent goosebumps across your flesh. 
He dropped past your skirt. Drawing a hand up your inner thigh as you shuddered. 
Up, up, up slowly. 
His finger grazed the now sopping fabric. You bit back a moan, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as he pressed slightly into your folds, pushing harder when he reached your clit. 
“Haven't even fuckin’ touched you and you're soaked. Fuck” he hissed as he moved back up to your hips, quickly turning you easily to face him. 
Your hands landing on his chest to keep you steady. He pinched your chin between his thumb and fingers to force you to look up at him. 
“Get on your knees.” he ordered. 
You easily complied. Hands sliding down his body for purchase as you slid. Your knees hit the asphalt. Wincing as its harsh terrain dug into your knees. 
“Good girl.” the words going straight to your core. 
As always a glutton for punishment and adoring any praise he would send your way. 
Your mouth was salivating at the thought of tasting him. Without being told you popped the button on his pants, slowly sliding the zipper down.
“Fuck, look at you. Can't wait to get my cock in your mouth, huh? Been thinking about it all day?” 
He could be a mouthy bastard but God was he right. 
You licked your lips at the already prominent tent in his boxers. Pants falling just below his bulge that you palmed. He hissed, throwing his head back at the sudden contact.
Your fingers grazed the band of his underwear pulling it just a bit, just to let it go as it snapped back into place. His head turned back down to you. Eyes blown full of lust, irises no longer on display. 
“Go on. It's not gonna suck itself.” He nodded, urging you to keep going. 
Your hands pull down his boxers, exposing him fully to you. Cock springing free, teasingly so. The size of him never ceased to amaze you. He easily was the biggest you'd ever had the pleasure of handling and the cocky bastard knows it. 
Long and thick. Tip flushed the prettiest shade of pink with a small bead of precum just beginning to spill from his slit. 
You timidly placed your hand around the base as if you hadn't done it dozens of times before. He was hot and heavy in your palm. 
“Mmmmmm…. Fuck.” He sounded as if he was ready to combust on the spot. 
Wasting no time, you licked a long stripe up the entire underside of his shaft from base to tip as you heard him let out a low moan. He braced himself, placing his hands where yours had been planted moments before on the side of your car. 
You wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue just the way he liked, eliciting a whine from him. 
“Good fucking girl.” He groaned. “Been thinking about this mouth and throat all fucking day.”
You continued teasing the tip letting your hand pump his neglected shaft. You finally sank down, tip nudging the back of your throat. 
“Mmmmmm… Goddamn.” 
You pulled off of him with a loud pop. 
“Better not let your daddy hear that Gator.” You smirked to yourself. “Taking the Lord's name in vain. Especially while your dick is getting sucked.” You tsked. 
He weaved his fingers through your hair and gripped the back of your head, forcing you back to look at him. You winced at the sudden sting. 
“Still fucking sassing me? My cock not enough to shut you up?” He gave you no time to respond. 
“Open.” 
You obediently obliged, sticking your tongue out and flattening it to accommodate him, letting your eyes fall shut. 
Instead of his cock, spit hits the back of your throat. A look of shock passes your features as you look up at him under hooded eyes before a shy smile adorns your face. 
“Fucking whore. Swallow.” He practically growled. 
You close your lips and obey, a low hum of satisfaction escaping you as you swallow thickly. 
Watching your little display intently, he pumped his length a few times with his free hand, before gripping the base tapping your already swollen lips. 
Your lips part as his tip beaches the heat of your awaiting mouth. He quickly feeds you as much of his cock that you can manage. 
He doesn't give you time to adjust as he plunges deep, hitting the back of your throat. You try to breathe through your nose, letting him use you as he pleases. 
He steadies the hold on your head as he licks his lips. 
“That's it. Good fucking girl. Take it. I know you can.” 
You allow him to fuck your throat. You knew it would be sore in the morning from the relentless punches over and over. 
Your eyes were watering from the abuse, mascara running down your cheeks. You can feel saliva running down your chin.
You knew how you must look but he was looking down at you as if you were the most beautiful site he's ever seen. 
You timidly moved your hand up, reaching the edge of his boxers forcing them down even further. You wrapped your hand around his velvety sack weight heavy in your palm before tugging slightly. 
“Oh fuck.” His hips snapped, bucking into you even further as you gagged around his cock. 
He stopped suddenly, sliding his length from you. String of saliva momentarily connecting from your lips to his tip. 
“Get up and get in the back of the truck.” 
“But…” you were going to argue but the look in his eye told you he was done playing. 
“Now.” 
You quickly shuffled to your feet as he half covered himself to follow behind you. 
He knew this late at night, there wasn't any chance of someone coming by spotting the two of you in such compromising positions but just to be on the safe side he reached into your car to kill the ignition.
He did the same with his. Bright blues fading into darkness. Undoing and removing his holster placing it in the front seat, so it wouldn't get in the way for what he intended to do next. 
You opened the back door and slid yourself up into the cab. Legs dangling in the open doorway awaiting his next instruction. 
He came into view, slowly slotting himself in-between your thighs. Your skirt riding up to expose more of yourself. The way your damp panties were sticking to your folds, suddenly made you grateful for the dim light. 
His hands came to rest on the top of your thighs, squeezing. Thumbs rubbing soothingly in contrast to the way he looked like he wanted to devour you. 
“Lay back and take those panties off f’me.”
You rucked your skirt up higher above your hips putting your clothed core on full display for him. They were his favorite. Pink and lacy with a little white bow on the top, just like a little present all for him. 
He palmed himself, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he sucked in a sharp breath. 
There were no formalities when seeing him like this. It was hot and needy. Quick and dirty. 
You raised your hips, sliding your underwear down your thighs. When you made it past your knees, he slid them the rest of the way. Fingertips grazing your skin on the way down. You didn't miss the way he tucked them away for safekeeping in his pocket. 
You parted your legs as far as they would go with the limited space. 
“Look at you. Who's got you like this huh? Some trash at the bar make you this wet?” 
You shook your head. “No baby, it's you. Always you.” 
You place your fingers through his belt loops, dragging him a little closer.
“Greedy little whore tonight.” He laughs out, grinning at your eagerness. “Pull your shirt up and take those tits out.”
You do as you're told, pulling it up far enough to put your matching bra on display. 
“You wear this hoping someone would see? Huh? Such a fuckin' little whore.”
He can see your already pert nipples through the transparent fabric. He cups both breasts before pulling the fabric down fully exposing you. Not wanting to take the time to properly undress you, latching his mouth to one laving his hot tongue across your bud before taking it between his teeth biting down slightly as you moan and arch into him. 
His hand gave attention to the other, his large palm nearly covering the entirety of you before switching to do the same, so neither were neglected.  
“Fuck, these tits are so perfect. And all mine.” 
He nipped the skin, slowly moving down your sternum with hot opened mouth kisses as he finally sat back up. The cool air hitting the moisture left behind sending a small shiver through you. 
His fingers began to trail the inside of your thigh, inching closer to the spot you yearn for him the most. A whine escapes you as he watches you squirm beneath him. 
He runs his finger up your slit, lips slightly parting as he grazes your bundle of nerves that has your hips bucking on their own accord. 
He slips a finger into your entrance with ease at how soaked you are. 
“Of fuck,” your head lolls to the side. 
“Jesus, this pussy always this needy?” 
You just nodded as he removed his finger, making you whine, bringing it to his parted lips, sucking with an obnoxious slurp. 
“Jesus, you always taste so fucking sweet.”
Growing impatient, you watch as he finally takes his aching cock back out from its confinements. Now an angry shade of red dons the tip, leaking another pearly bead from his slit. He was even harder than before if that was even possible. 
He runs his tip through your folds, catching your clit. That had your back arching, gasping into the sensation. 
“Yeah, that's it.”
He lined himself up with your entrance, breaching slightly. Nothing ever prepared you for the size, always a stretch no matter how many times he had fucked you. 
It was something he relished in each time you were together. Knowing that no one else could fill you up like he could.
He pushed in. Slowly, inch by inch. Your mouth falling open. Toes curling in your shoes. 
Once he reached the hilt, he quickly pulled out and snapped his hips back into yours. Punching the air from your lungs eliciting a moan so loud you were sure someone the next county over could hear. 
“God you're so tight. I missed this pussy.” His face tightened with pleasure, mouth falling slack at the feeling of your walls practically strangling his cock. 
There was no preamble as he sets a near brutal pace, fingers tight around your hips holding you in place sure to leave bruises in their wake. Punching little uh, uh, uhs from you with each upward thrust. 
“That's it. That's fucking it. Who's pussy is this huh?” He growled down at you. 
Too dazed to realize he had asked you a question, already cock drunk, he stopped mid thrust grabbing your jaw forcing you to look up at him, applying so much pressure your lips formed a small pout. 
“I asked you a fucking question. Who's pussy is this?” He loosened his grip so you could answer as he began to piston his hips once more. 
“Yours. It's…mmmm… fuck, all yours Gator.” you managed to squeak out as he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing lazy circles into the bundle of nerves. 
He moved his other hand, tightening it around your throat, pinning you there as your own hands grasped his wrist and forearm. 
He pounded into your sopping cunt. Eyes trained to where the two of you connected, watching as his fat cock moves in and out. Enamored with the way you took him so well.
His hard length ramming into that spot within you that only he could ever seem to find, over and over, as his assault on your clit never ceased.
He knew that look, your eyes closing in anticipation of tipping over the edge. 
“Yeah? That it sweet thing? You gonna cum all over my dick?” 
“Ahhhh,” is all you could respond. He loosened the grip on your throat slightly. He wanted to hear the noises he could pull from you. 
“Come on, my little badge bunny, cum f’me. I want to feel her grip me.” 
He removed his hand entirely, bending down close to your ear, breath hot on your neck. He braced himself trying not to completely crush you beneath him. 
“Be a good girl and cum. I'll give her what she really wants. Fill her up nice so everyone knows who this pussy belongs to. Make your belly all full and round. Everyone in this fuckin' town’ll know who you belong to. You want that? I know you do.” 
His mouth was good for one thing and the filthy words falling from his lips was all it took. 
Your orgasm hit hard, the sparks behind your eyes were blinding. You didn't have time to warn him as your pussy clamped down pulsing around him, trying to milk him. 
You found purchase gripping his shoulders, screaming his name as you came. Just the way he likes. 
He stopped toying with your clit to chase his own release. He wasn't far behind you, his thrusts becoming erratic. 
He spilled into you with a loud groan and a string of words, coming out so fast you barely understood, “fuck iloveyou ilovethispussy gonnafuckin’knockyouup fuck fuck fuck.” 
He continued a few more thrusts into your already overstimulated pussy before finally stilling. 
He practically collapses on top of you. Face planted in between your neck and shoulder, he stays like for a few moments until he's breathing normally again. 
He raised up, looking for any signs of distress from you. 
“Sorry, you ok?” A sweeter tone to his voice, as he kissed your cheek. 
“M’fine. You okay baby? Roy being a dick today?” You cooed, hand to his cheek, thumb rubbing soothingly there. 
He saved these late night rendezvous for days he had a particularly hard day at work. 
His usually slick backed hair was falling into his face, as he nodded. “Yeah, but I'm better now. Ready to get home?” 
“Ready when you are, big boy.” You smiled deeply at him as his lips met yours.
It was a slow, needy kiss. His slightly chapped, wind bitten lips melted into yours as you pulled him closer. The tenderness a stark contrast to the way he fucked you moments before. 
He pulled back, landing one more peck before raising up and letting himself slip from you. You winced, already missing the way he filled you. 
He helped you into your panties muttering “don't want any of that going anywhere.” As you rolled your eyes. Thank God for birth control. 
He took your hand and helped you from the truck, kissing your temple.  
“See ya’ at home sweet thing.” Smacking your ass as you walked ahead of him to your car. 
Yeah, Gator may have been a lot of things. A jerk, asshole, sometimes misogynist (which he was working on, thanks to you) but he only had eyes for you. His sweet girl. 
And you were right about one thing. If anyone else dared to look at you the wrong way he'd kill’m. God help the poor soul who got on the wrong side of your man on a bad day.
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wileys-russo · 1 year ago
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Can you do a blurb about tooney where reader is shorter than her.
sorry seems to be the hardest word II e.toone
"oh for fuck sakes." you grumbled to yourself, hunting around for your training jacket but unable to find it. "ella!" you yelled at the top of your lungs, unsure where your girlfriend actually was in your shared home, head still buried in your wardrobe as footsteps raced upstairs.
"ya called baby?" the girl appeared as her thick accent sounded behind you. "where is my jacket?" you asked her seriously, raising an eyebrow to show you weren't messing about. the smug smile on her face was all the confirmation you needed that she was up to her usual tricks.
"don't know love. have ya properly looked for it?" she asked innocently and your eyes narrowed. "we needed to leave five minutes ago and i am not in the mood. where the fuck is my jacket el?" you warned, your girlfriend gesturing for you to step aside with a shoo of her hands.
reaching up she grabbed it from the very top shelf making you sigh, deeply unamused. the taller girls most favourite way to wind you up was to pick on you for your height, specifically to hide things where she knew you'd need her help to get them down.
"now what would ya do without me hmm?" the mancunian grinned, holding your jacket out of your reach as you grabbed for it. "ah ah ah. now say thank you baby, i love ya." ella teased, stretching her arm up higher as you huffed.
"thank you baby, now give me my fucking jacket or i swear to god i'll kill you in your sleep." you smiled dangerously through gritted teeth, ella dropping the jacket on your head in response.
"short and fiesty. that's how i like my women!" the girl smacked your bum with a whistle as you were distracted with your jacket, the murderous look sent her way having her sprinting out of your bedroom.
"come on love! god you're always makin us so late."
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at the training grounds, it would seem that this morning was only the beginning as ella continued to go out of her way to mess with you.
"you are joking me." you grumbled under your breath, returning from the bathroom to see your boots had magically gone missing from where they were previously sat under your cubby.
"maz did you see where ella put my boots?" you sighed to the older woman who sent you a sympathetic smile. "i only just arrived, stuck in bloody traffic, sorry babe." mary apologised as you nodded in understanding, spotting ella speaking with maya on the other side of the room.
"toone!" you growled in warning, maya seeing the clearly pissed off look on your face and hurrying away as you stormed over toward them. your girlfriend however seemed only amused at your reaction, spreading out with her hands behind her head and a smile on her face.
"ya called?" she sung out staring up at you. "where are my boots ella?" you asked, staring at her with a pained expression. "now why would i know that love? are ya losing your things again?" the midfielder pouted sarcastically making your blood boil further.
"go and get them, now." you demanded, pointing to your cubby as she remained unmoved and you heard the training staff blow the whistle to signal you were all expected on the pitch.
"ella!" you repeated with a slight whine when she didn't move. "tooney! get your girls boots, everyone knows you obviously hid them mate." mary stuck up for you, clapping your back with her gloved hand and pointing menacingly at your girlfriend before she filed out after everyone else.
"i think ya should cheer up baby." ella teased, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek and sprinting out of the change rooms as you yelled after her. "the fucking cheek of her." you looked over to your cubby and from a distance were finally able to see your boots placed on top of your locker.
with a defeated groan you stood up on the bench of your cubby, but even stretching on the tips of your toes you were still unable to reach your boots.
glancing around desperately you jumped down and grabbed a spare corner flag pole from the training room, sprinting back and successfully knocking your boots down with it.
putting them on in record time you hurried out to the pitch, the rest of the girls already split up and having commenced the mornings first drills.
"y/l/n seven minutes late means seven laps. go!" marc called out as your body crumpled but you nodded, most of your friends sending you sympathetic looks.
you knew ella would be one of them but your body burning with anger at her you refused to look her direction, starting your laps and cursing the mancunian responsible to the high heavens under your breath.
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if ella hadn't already figured out after your laps that you were pissed off with her, the fact you'd refused to look or speak to her at all since had really solidified that she had taken things too far.
all day she had been calling out encouragement your way, trying over and over to get back in your good books to no avail and much to the amusement of your teammates.
"dog house for you tonight then tooney." millie teased as you all finished for the day, headed back toward the change room as you walked ahead with mary and hayley.
"yeah mate give us a call once you're locked out, you can crash on my couch." maya smacked her on the back of the head as ella shoved her away with a dirty look, only furthering both girls amusement as the teasings continued.
"you can walk home." you spoke bluntly to your girlfriend, kit bag already slung over your shoulder not bothering to shower as you swiftly exited the change room, the whistles and jeerings sent ella's way causing her face to burn bright red.
"nope! you give her some space, i'll drive you home in a bit." mary grabbed the back of the younger girls top as she grabbed her things to hurry after you, pushing her back to sit down with a firm look as ella tried to protest but fell silent, instead sulking in the corner like a scorned child.
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"go on then, grovelling time." mary pulled up out the front of your shared home, nodding for ella to get out as she took a deep breath, thanking the older girl and slipping out of the car.
she fumbled around with her keys, trying to open the door but frowning as it stayed closed.
"oh fucking come on." she kicked at the wood with a frustrated huff realising you'd locked the deadbolt, which only your keys had a copy of. "baby come on! let us in." ella whined, knocking loudly on the door and hearing footsteps come her way.
"oh sorry i'm too short to reach it." you spat bitterly, crossing your arms and glaring at the closed door as ella sighed, head thumping softly at the wood.
"love i know i took it way too far. please let me in to make it up to ya!" ella begged, flowers in hand ready to give to you that she'd made mary stop and allow her to buy.
"oh sorry can't hear you? your head is just so much further away from me since you're so much taller. hope the welcome mat makes a comfy pillow!" you mocked, and ella groaned louder as your footsteps retreated away from the door.
slumping down against the door with a huff ella wracked her brain on how she could try to get back in your good graces. she came up with one idea, but it was shit.
however unable to come up with anything else, she had no choice but to go for it.
so dropping her bag by her feet she cleared her throat and began to count herself in, you listening from a few feet away with a frown. unsure if she was trying to rile herself up to kick the door down, something you'd not put past her.
but much to your shock, she instead began to sing.
"what've I gotta do to make you love me? what've I gotta do to make you care? what do I do when lightning strikes me?" ella began to belt out the lyrics to sorry seems to be the hardest word to say by none other than elton john.
"oh my god." you mumbled to yourself, unable to stop the smile which grew on your face as ella continued, confidence growing as she sang louder and louder with each verse.
"it's sad, so sad why can't we talk it over? when, it seems to me that sorry seems to be the hardest word!" you heard her pause, as if waiting for the door to unlock or you to say something before she continued.
"what do I do to make you want me? what I got to do to be heard? what do I say when it's all over? sorry seems to be the hardest word!"
"baby are ya really gonna make me sing the whole song? the neighbors are out watchin me!" ella paused to yell with a groan.
"yes! keep going." you called back as you heard her sigh and continue, again getting louder and somehow more and more off tone with each line.
"what have I got to do? what have I got to do? when sorry seems to be the hardest word!" ella finished, carrying the final word on for at least thirty seconds before falling silent.
with an amused smile you shook your head and undid the deadbolt, swinging the door open to face her.
"thank you! she'll be here all week." you called out to your neighbours over her shoulder, waving at them on their front lawn with a grin as their laughter grew and ellas face flushed bright red.
grabbing your hand she gently pushed you back inside, kicking her bag in and firmly closing the door with a relieved sigh.
"did we learn our lesson then?" you enquired, crossing your arms over your chest and raising an eyebrow. "yes. no more hidin things!" ella sighed with a shake of her head.
"i am very very very very very sorry baby. forgive us?" ella asked hopefully, holding out the flowers to you which you accepted with a nod. "you are cooking dinner, cleaning up afterwards, giving me a massage and doing all the laundry tomorrow." you warned, ella nodding eagerly before she pounced on you, pulling you into a passionate smooch and mumbling yet another apology against your lips.
leaving her to take her trainers off and unpack her bag you made your way to the kitchen to find something to put the flowers in, popping them in a vase and grabbing out some juice to drink. though as you opened the cupboard to grab out a glass your eyes narrowed and your jaw clenched.
"ella why the fuck are all the cups and mugs on the very top shelf!?"
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yujiqi · 9 months ago
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cheerleader
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lee haeran x f!reader
synopsis: you're always your girlfriends #1 cheerleader at her games. she's in such a good mood after winning her game, she decides to show you her appreciation.
genre/s: smut, fluff at the end !
warnings: sub reader, slight hair pulling, eating out r.receiving, scissoring, praise, kinda slow burn
wc: 1.7k
a/n: literally seen nothing about her anywhereeee. there aren't even pics of her on pinterest sigh. so im taking matters into my own hands and writing this bc she is too fine and i need her BAD. enjoy :3
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bweeeeeep is the sound the whistle makes as your girlfriend, haeran, scores the winning point for the team. the crowd erupts in cheers as you spring up to your feet, running down the bleachers and onto the court to jump into her arms.
"baby i'm so proud of you!" you say kissing her cheek.
"i played my hardest just for you y/n/n" she flashes you that one smile before setting you down so she can hug you nicely. you smile as you're enveloped in her warmth, completely forgetting you guys are standing in the middle of a court.
"get a room, you two!" one of her teammates jokingly calls out. you stick your tongue out at her and turn back to haeran. her eyes are darted down towards your chest, your boobs perky in the top you wore today. you push her chin up with two fingers, "eyes up here." you say. she snorts, "you mean down here, shorty" she mocks the height difference between you guys. you only roll your eyes, used to the height jokes. "yeah yeah, let's go home" she kisses your temple before responding "yes ma'am" and puts her right hand to her forehead as if she's saluting. you giggle as you grab her toned arm and begin leading her to the locker room for her to get changed.
"good job today, guys!" you call out to the team before exiting the gym. "you need to shower first 'cause" you put your finger under your nose to tease her.
"baby i don't even stink, what are you on about" she laughs, nudging her arm against your shoulder as you walk side by side, finally getting to the entrance of the locker room.
"denial is a river in egypt" you shrug, smiling innocently at her before pushing her inside. "now hurry so we can leave!"
you wait for haeran outside the locker room and shes out within 10 minutes. she walks out, hair down and her bag slung over one shoulder, wearing a fitted black t-shirt. god she looks so fine. you can't help but imagine all the things you want her to do to you tonight.
"y/nnnn" she calls out, waving her hand in front of your face. you snap back from your thoughts. "head in the clouds?" she smirks down at you, stepping closer. "what's got you so distracted hmm?" she says lowly, snaking her arm around your waist and down to your ass, squeezing it. you gasp lightly, removing her arm from your waist.
"not here baby" you say, hushed voice filled with impatience and temptation.
fast forward to when you get home
the second the door shuts, haeran's already pulling you to the bedroom of your shared apartment. she gently pushes you onto the bed and presses her lips onto yours, climbing on top of you, trapping you between her legs. she caresses your jaw softly, making you melt upon her touch. you reach up to pull her closer, tangling your fingers in her short black hair, slightly tugging. she groans into the kiss, lips parted just enough for you to slip your tongue into her mouth. your tongues dance together, you guys occasionally giggling between kisses. her hand begins moving down slowly to your exposed chest. you wore a revealing top because you know what it does to haeran.
"god i've been wanting to rip this shirt off of you all night, you know that?" her fingers play with the buttons near your cleavage. "trying to distract me during my game huh?"
"did it work?" you tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "'cause i think it did." you smirk, pulling her back down to kiss you. this time it was different, there was more urgency but it was still soft and sensual. she unbuttons your shirt unnoticed and begins pulling it up. you break the kiss momentarily to allow her to remove it completely. you take this as an oppurtunity to switch positions so that you're on top, straddling her lap. your lips are connected once again and you wrap your arms around her neck to further deepen the kiss. her hand finds its way back onto your chest, causing you to slowly buck your hips against her, seeking friction. her lips move down to your jaw, then your neck, lightly sucking, before moving to your collarbone, then right above your right boob, your bra preventing her from going any further. her left hand swiftly moves behind your back to unclasp your bra, revealing your bare chest to her. a sight she's always looking forward to seeing.
"this never gets old," she says, looking up at you with glowing eyes looking like she's just won the lottery. "you're so beautiful, angel" you can only bite your lip, waiting for her to make her next move. with that, she takes your right boob into her mouth, sucking and kissing at the skin as she plays with your left nipple with her free hand. you throw your head back, moaning at the sensation, feeling the dampness between your legs increase. she moves to your left boob, giving it the same attention. you run your hand through her hair as you start rocking your hips against her again, hoping to somehow ease the neediness you're feeling.
"haeran," you breathe out, looking down at her as she's still at work, licking at your nipples. only then was it you realized she's still fully clothed. you tug at her shirt, urging her to remove it. she pulls away, almost frowning that you interrupted her. she pulls her shirt over her head, followed by her sports bra. before you can even make another move, she switches you guys over, ending up underneath her once again.
"i'm taking care of you tonight y/n, will you let me?" she reassures, pressing a kiss to your forehead. she's always been so sweet to you. when you two have sex, she's taking care of you majority of the time. she calls it the "special princess treatment" that only you can get. you love her more than words can explain.
you nod your head in response.
"good girl" she praises you, pecking your lips before she trails down your body with slow, wet kisses, making sure you feel each one, stopping right above the hem of your shorts.
"can i, love?" she looks up at you with her eyes. you nod your head again in response. "words, baby" she gently places a kiss to your inner thigh.
"yes, please" you whine, eager for her to just tear your shorts apart. she pulls your shorts down painfully slow but maybe it only feels that way because of how desperate you are.
"oh look at how wet you are for me" she says quietly, somehow also exclaiming. she kisses the fabric of your panties, right on top of your aching core.
"hae, stop teasing.. need you.." you whimper. you can tell she's enjoying taking her time with this and part of you likes it. she only hums, slowly sliding your panties down your legs. you hear her let out a small moan at the sight of your dripping cunt.
"so pretty," she presses another kiss to your inner thigh. "and all mine" she says before finally attaching her mouth to your swollen pussy. you moan instantly, your hand reaching for her hair to pull on. at last, you're being relieved of the deprivation of haeran's mouth. she spreads your lips with her calloused, slender fingers, getting a good look at you, making your face heat up. she licks a long stripe up the flesh before sucking on your clit. nothing in this world feels as good as haeran's tongue and that's a fact. you let out lewd sounds as she slips her tongue into your entrance. at this point, you've reached cloud 9. you're a moaning mess, bucking your hips into her face, seeking release.
"hae.. i'm close..!" is all you can manage to get out without sounds of pleasure escaping your lips. with one final suck on your clit, you cum all over her tongue. she's quick to lick it all up and swallow.
"tastes so good baby" she whispers, coming back up to kiss you passionately. you can taste yourself on her tongue. when she's on top of you like this, the size difference is so evident and it always turns you on. her long, slightly muscular arms, trapping you beneath her. you wrap your arms around her neck, pressing your hot bodies together as your lips move together. she pulls away, looking into your eyes lovingly.
"there's one more thing i wanna do" she smirks, removing her shorts and boxers. curiosity building up in you until you realize what is by the way she positions your legs, your pussies just cenimeters away from touching. you can already feel that sensation in your stomach, craving her cunt on top of yours. she lowers herself, closing the gap. you both let out sighs of relief. it feels almost as if this is what you were meant to do. she starts to move her hips and you move yours in sync with her. your pussies continue to rub and grind against each other deliciously. out of all the positions you do with haeran, scissoring is by far your favorite, sharing such an intimate moment, looking into each other eyes as your clits bump together.
"fuck hae, you feel so good" you moan, caressing her waist to guide her movements as she gets closer. the only sounds that can be heard throughout the room are your moans and your wet pussies colliding.
"y/n, m'gonna.. cum.." she breathes out as you guys' movements become messy and quick. with one more buck of her hips, you both cum. this orgasm is more intense than your previous one, feeling pure ecstasy as you guys ride out your climaxes, hips moving sensually against one another.
"look at that" she says in awe at the sight of your glistening pussies. she presses them together once again, mixing your cum together.
"i'm literally in love with you" you laugh out as she collapses on top of you.
"yeah?" she lifts her head from your chest, "i'm even more in love with you." she kisses your nose, wrapping her long limbs around you.
"what was that for anyway?" you question, wondering why she decided to do this tonight.
"for being my number one cheerleader."
"oh i love you"
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salaimoi · 11 months ago
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will you hold my purse?
how the jjk men would react when you ask them to hold your purse. ib this tt starring: gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, & ryomen sukuna guest appearance from choso kamo
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Gojo Satoru
This diva would hold it as if it were his purse to begin with – no shame whatsoever, utterly unbothered by anyone else’s fragile masculinity. He would proudly wear it under his arm – to the point that your purse gets confused as to who its original owner is. He’ll get sooo into character that if someone got too close for comfort to him while you’re gone, he’d shriek like a little girl and whack them over the head with said purse. Total princess behavior.
Even if the person was only passing by, he assumes the worst of them: they’re trying to steal your handbag. 
And to your shocking dismay, when you return from the restroom you’re met by an innocent man laid out on the floor – all while the culprit continues to slander him with false accusations. You had to drag him out by the ear so he’d put a stop to his tomfoolery, but even then he continued to act a fool.
Safe to say you got kicked out of the restaurant and you’re both no longer welcomed. Your purse still under his arm, he clutches it tightly and ‘humpfs’ – head held high and nose tilting towards the roof to put emphasis on his sassiness.
“Your breadsticks were stale anyway!” he yells out to the closed door behind the two of you as he tosses an imaginary strand of hair over his shoulder. The tiny bag had given him an infinite amount of cheekiness – as if he didn’t have enough of that already.
Too bad if you really liked that purse, because it didn’t belong to you anymore.
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Toji Fushiguro
He’ll look at you weird, baffled as to why you trust him with your purse in the first place. How naive of you, really. The thought of rummaging through it and stealing your valuables goes through his mind, but decides against it – you were both equally broke anyways. He’s not afraid of your purse, but he won’t wear it on display – so he throws it over his shoulder nonchalantly, one hand on his hip as he whistles while he waits for you to be done with your business. 
Eventually the wait gets far too boring for his liking, so he begins to dig through your purse, not to take anything from you – even though he was tempted to do so – but to entertain himself. And just as he expected, he found so much useless crap. Gosh, you were such a disorganized person. Not to mention you had like a year's worth of tampons in your bag. what the hell woman? 
Taking advantage of the business opportunity, he stands outside the ladies bathroom and begins to “offer” tampons to the passing ladies. Not for free, of course; his benevolence came at a price: $5 a tampon. 
When you overhear women giggling and fawning over a handsome man being a “girl’s girl” outside, you immediately knew. You were inclined to smack him silly, but his logic behind the whole ordeal was so stupid that you were afraid he’d get dumber than he already is. 
“What the hell are you mad at? I just bought us lunch, woman.” 
“Yeah, with MY tampons. That’s literally blood money, you insolent shit.” you reprimand him, furiously snatching your purse back from him.
And you continued to scold him over some nice hotdogs. His treat, according to him. 
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Ryomen Sukuna
“Hell no.” He doesn’t hesitate to turn down your absurd request, crossing his arms over his chest in refusal. The fact that you were incapable of multitasking baffled him, so much so that he began to deem you incompetent from that moment on. But you were literally pissing your pants so you just shove it against his chest and sprint to the nearest restroom. 
To no one’s surprise, he allows the purse to fall to the ground, completely unbothered by the thing. And yet, he would glance down at it to make sure it was still there while you were gone – but not daring to touch it.
Once you had returned, though, he began to kick the thing around so that you wouldn’t be able to pick it up. He barked in laughter every time you thought you would finally get it off the ground – only for him to kick it around some more.
“Serves you right for trying to boss me around,” he roars.
All you wanted was for him to hold it for a few minutes, and now he had you playing ball with your own purse. It was quite amusing to him regardless.
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Choso Kamo
Being the teeth-rotting sweet man he is, he’ll nod an infinite number of times – his face lighting up that you actually entrusted him with such an important task. Eyes gleaming with nothing but excitement, he’ll relentlessly clutch it over his chest with both hands, looking from side to side every other second to make sure no one tries anything with your purse. To anyone passing by, he’d look like a sweet grandpa taking care of his beloved’s tote while she freshens up.
A group of girls happen to stumble upon the sight, taking notice of the man holding the bag as if his life depended on it. Because of how defenseless he seemed, they almost thought he was lost – so they approached him and asked him that.
“I’m holding my girlfriend’s purse while she runs to the restroom,” he replies shyly, completely unsure how to handle these types of situations – he’d never been left alone without you before.
The girls find his actions so adorable that they compliment you for having a boyfriend like him by your side. But that was before they had walked away and you had noticed Choso’s red-stained cheeks from how much they had been pinched prior to your arrival.
“Please don’t leave me alone ever again.” He pleads, not wanting to relive something like that during the spawn of his life. 
You’d be better off taking him into the restroom with you next time. 
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milliesfishes · 9 months ago
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imagine billy or coryo with a reader that’s quite literally insatiable like she just doesn’t want to stop and keeps going
this would be me with either of them
Billy:
Honestly, Billy would prolly be sooo receptive to this: you like kissing him and you do it a lot, which is good because he happens to love it too. Imagining him kissing you like under a tree, and it started very innocently but quickly turned into something else.
He hardly has time to remove his jacket and put it on the ground behind you for you to lay on because you're tugging at his clothes. But he isn't going to take you against the hard ground; it's just not his way.
Billy's fonder of slow intimacy that takes time, but he isn't opposed to something hard and fast, especially if you're feeling needy and you ask. In all truth, he just loves how much you want him.
Nearly every time afterward you'd sit up after a few minutes and rest your chin on his chest. "Again?"
It'd make him laugh. "Didn't I wear ya out 'nough?"
And you'd shake your head and go to sit on his hips. His hands would automatically come to your waist, bordering on your ass. "Damn, you're real pretty. Alright, lemme-" then Billy would sit up to kiss you, his hands wandering your body again.
When you requested a third time, he'd shake his head in astonishment, a lazy grin drawing his lips upward. "Baby, don't know if I've got another one in me. 'Sides, ya might not be able to walk tomorrow."
"Please?" you'd take his big hand and press it to your breast, bouncing a little in his lap. Both actions had his eyes moving to your chest, watching them go up and down.
"Naughty." But he'd oblige- he always did. And if Billy was too tired to give it to you that way anymore, he'd pull you up so your thighs were on either side of his face, his fingers leaving little bruises as he held you down, right where he wanted you.
When you finally became tired, he'd pull you so you were right up against him because he loved to hold you after making love, your sweaty bodies nearly melding as one again.
(Young Politician) Coryo:
Before meeting you, Coryo probably would have thought he was insatiable, but he quickly realized after the first time he slept with you that it was nothing compared to your appetite.
He'd whisper dirty things to you at parties you went to together, enjoying the way you'd look at him coyly after, knowing it would be a long night in the best way.
Once you were back at the penthouse he'd tease you as you undressed each other. "How many rounds do you think this time, hm? Or will you give out before I'm done with you?"
"I haven't yet, have I?" you'd pull on his loosened tie to bring him into a kiss.
Smirking against your lips, he'd say, "Rounds don't include my fingers or my mouth. We'll see if you can put your money where your mouth is."
It was a game for the two of you; seeing how long either of you could last before you were worn out. Though Coryo would always talk a big game about not helping you, he'd always hold your hips up if you were too tired or take a few minutes pause to give you a break before going at it again.
There would be one night where you were particularily riled up, and when the door was shut behind you, you'd pull your hair over one of your shoulders and turn so your back was facing him, waiting for him to unzip your dress. But he didn't.
After a minute you turned around and he was stripping himself of his clothes, taking his time folding them neatly. When you asked what he was doing he looked at you, blue eyes piercing. "Getting ready for bed."
Frowning, you'd go over to him. "But...but..."
He gave you a sharp grin. "Let's see how long you can go without me touching you, sweetheart. I bet you'll be shaking by morning."
It was a cruel game. Your mouth opened slightly in disbelief, and you squeezed your thighs together, frowning as Coryo fully got in bed and rolled on his side, facing away from yours.
That night was a long one.
When he came home the next day, whistling annoyingly and rolling up his sleeves, you nearly tackled him, sending him tumbling to the floor of your bedroom with your legs on either side of his.
Just as you'd thought, he'd been wanting you just as badly.
Coryo let one hand fall over his head as he lazily looked up at you. "Couldn't even make it a full day."
"Shut up." You covered his mouth with yours and he finally touched you, giving you lots of attention that night where you really wanted it.
The joke was on him; he couldn't last twenty-four hours without touching you either. Because he was just as insatiable as you.
come talk about billy and coryo here!
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cloudiest-dayze · 1 year ago
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Rory taglist: @tempt-ress
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Opposites Attract
Dark!Euronymous x Bimbo!F!Reader
WARNINGS: MDNI, euronymous is so ooc and icky, manipulation, non con because of coercion, cheating (on readers end), pnv, oral (male receiving), degradation, manhandling, rough sex, one use of the word 'daddy' i think that's it but tell me if I missed anything.
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As you walk into Helvete, everyone around double takes so hard you're surprised their necks didn't break. Mini skirt your wearing lifting with every step, nipple piercings showing through your tight white shirt. You stop at the register ignoring the wolf whistles from the patrons. Euronymous smirks slyly looking you up and down. "You sure you're in the right place?" His voice condescending.
"This place has all the metal stuff right?" Your voice is sweet as honey on euronymous' ears. "Yea that's us, whatcha you looking for?" He asks seeing an opportunity arise. "I don't know, it's for my boyfriend's birthday." He smiles at you, something not so innocent behind his eyes. "If you want the good stuff follow me." He says as he walks towards the basement entrance. You follow him excited to get something that will make your boyfriend really happy.
As you enter the basement you see Euronymous taking a seat on the leather couch down there. "Come here" he pats the seat next to him. As you sit down your skirt lifts up slightly showing your white lacy panties. "Where are the records you have?" You ask looking around. He puts his hand on your thigh moving it up. "I'll show you after you do something for me pretty girl." He moves his head to your neck kissing it gently. "N-No this... This is wrong I have a boyfriend" You say shakily as you feel him giving you a hickey. "You love your boyfriend and would do anything for him right?" He asks in a soft tone.
You nod in response. "Okay get on your knees then." He says spreading his legs and leaning back. You get down onto the dirty floor knees already hurting from the concrete. You reach your hands up to unbuckle his belt, and pull them and his boxers down to his ankles. As you look at his large cock you gulp out of nervousness. "Well? It ain't gonna suck itself." He snarls impatiently. You take a deep breath and then put it in your mouth, gagging almost immediately from Euronymous proceeding to throatfuck you.
The sounds of your gags and Euronymous' moans fill the empty basement. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, you abruptly get pulled away trying to catch your breath. "Stick your tongue out whore." He says out of breath. You do as you told and he slaps his cock on your tongue before roughly pushing your head back down. You don't know how long you were gagging on his cock before you felt him cum deep down your throat. You pull away trying to catch your breath, mascara running down your face.
"Take off your panties and leave on the skirt." He demands. "W-what?" You ask breathless. "Are you deaf, stand up and take off your panties slut!" He growls. You whimper and stand up and do as he told you to. "Fuck yea, come here sit on Daddy's lap" He groans cock already rock hard again. You gulp and sit down on his cock whimpering at the stretch. "Awh baby does that hurt? You want time to adjust?" He asks in a fake caring tone. You nod, he smirks mischievously and grips your hips and pounds up into your pussy. You scream out, not knowing if you hate or love the sensation and collapse onto his chest. He chuckles in your ear darkly "You like that huh, you like my cock in your tight little pussy?" You moan in reply, nodding your head rapidly.
He pushes you onto your back and puts your legs over his shoulders. You moan loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sensation. "FUCK OH MY GOD PLEASE!" You scream out. He chuckles and fucks harder rubbing your clit quickly making you cum harder than you ever had in your life. He groans at the feeling of you squeezing his cock making him cum deep inside of you. You whimper at the feeling of him pulling out. "When you get yourself together I'll give the album you want or whatever." He says pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. You turn your head to where he is standing. You nod weakly at him "oh and here's my number we can arrange a way for you to get the newest albums." He winks as he writes down his number with a sharpie in your wrist. He leaves you on the couch quivering in the basement, looking forward to the next time you need an album.
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(AN: I plan on writing everyday so sorry for the late post I couldn't think of anything. Tell me how you feel about this one I'm not that confident in this. If you want to be a part of any tag list tell me <3)
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quack-quack-snacks · 6 months ago
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Time Will Tell - Chapter 1.22
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Warnings: Kim Seok-hyeon's death tehe. Word Count: 1,879 Author's Note: I couldn't find a gif for today's chapter :(
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The rest of the day as well as the morning and afternoon of the next passed by quickly. You’d mostly played with your siblings, finally starting to feel better after that much-needed crying session on Hyun-su’s shoulder. You visited Hyun-su during both the morning and afternoon, just to check up on him and make sure he was doing okay. You also saw him when he stopped by to ask if you needed anything on his next trip up. Like always, you shook your head and refused, thanking him for the offer and wishing him safe travels. 
What you were doing right now, though, was sitting in the apartment complex’s alcohol room with your two siblings sitting beside you. You were helping along with some other residents empty beer bottles and then filling them with water. The sun outside had already faded away behind the horizon, leaving the stars glinting in the black sky. Your injured hand still hurt with every movement but you made a point to not complain and just keep doing your part in the work. 
“When do you think Hyun-su will be back?” Seung-wan asked after there was a lull in the previous conversation about Byeong-il drinking the beer. 
Your hands stilled above the bottle you were holding and you looked down. 
“I don’t know. He’s late today,” Hye-in replied nonchalantly. “Do you think something happened to him?
You hadn’t even realized how much time had gone by but it had been a while since he left indeed. It scared you a little bit, wondering if he was safe and well. 
“You know he doesn’t die,” Jae-hwan answered with a condescending voice. “Even if he gets hurt, he gets better after a nap.”
“And that’s an excuse as to why we shouldn’t worry about him?” You asked him, fixing your cold glare on him. He shifted in his seat and looked away. 
Just as he was about to respond, the whistle signaling a monster sounded through the propped-open door. It continued to blow frantically, like the person was hyperventilating while blowing into it. 
Everyone shot up from their seated positions and ran out the door, ready to take on whatever it was that was in their safe zone. 
Everyone was screaming and shouting, panicking over the slow-moving monster that looked like a human-mop hybrid. 
Sang-wook walked forward, ready to fight it off when Seon-yeong put a hand on his arm to hold him back. “That’s my husband. Stay back.”
She walked forward, ignoring everyone's calls for her to get away. “Don’t go near it Seon-yeong!”
She paused a few feet in front of him. “Pull yourself together, Kim Seok-hyeon,” she demanded. He growled and took another step forward, his hands breaking through the mess of hair surrounding his body. “Kim Seok-hyeon. Pull yourself together!” She raised the pipe in her hand up like a baseball bat before swinging it down on him. 
You looked around for your siblings and saw them standing beside Mr. Han. You ran over, grabbing both of their hands and leading them away from the scene. You heard screams and sobs echoing behind you as you led the two into the nursery. Jin-ok wasn’t far behind you when you sat them down and told them to ignore it. 
“I’ll come back in a bit when everything has settled down, okay?” You told them and they nodded. Jin-ok nodded as well, thankful you were there to protect their innocence for as long as possible. 
You ran back to the lobby when you suddenly heard the buzzing noise of the door to the stairs ringing. You walked up quickly and opened it, not at all surprised to see Hyun-su standing there. 
What you were a little surprised about were the endless voids that stared back at you in the place of his eyes. You would probably never say it but you thought those black eyes were one of the most beautiful things you’d ever see.
But they would always remain in second place to the brown eyes that lie underneath those voids. 
He was leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. When he pushed off the wall to start walking in and stumbled, you rushed forward to grab him, standing unnecessarily close to him. You looked up at him only to find him staring back at you, his black eyes fading as soon as your eyes met his. 
The sobs from Seon-yeong interrupted your moment and you remembered where you were. 
You looked away first, not letting go of him yet as you asked, “Can you walk on your own?”
He didn’t answer for a second until he nodded. “Yeah.”
“Okay, I’m going to let go of you then,” you warned him, though your grip didn’t loosen at all for a long moment. You gave him a small smile that his own lips didn’t respond to, but you could see it in his eyes how much he wanted to return it. 
When the two of you reached the bottom of the stairs, Seon-yeong had just delivered the final blow to her husband. Blood was scattered all over her face and neck, a pool of it flooding the area where Seok-hyeon’s body laid. 
You could see the horror on Hyun-su’s face as he scanned the scene in front of him, and the way he actively avoided looking at it as he started heading toward the arcade room. He stopped halfway there and looked at the pool of blood reflecting his own face, standing there for a minute before dropping the bag of stupid supplies and continuing to the room designated to him and his ‘infection’. 
You started to follow him but you were stopped by Eun-hyuk grabbing your arm and shaking his head. So, with a few hesitant looks between Eun-hyuk and the direction Hyun-su went, you started heading to the nursery to check up on the three people in there.
You sat in the nursery with the rest of the residents, candles lit all across the room since the power went out. Yeong-su sat in your lap and you rubbed his back while he cried. He was never good with the dark, always picturing monsters lurking in the shadows.
It didn’t help that now his fears were rational. 
“Let’s wait a little, Ji-eun,” Seung-wan said consolingly to your left. “It’ll be okay.”
Hye-in scoffed lightly when she sat down. “How do you know? It’s obviously not okay.”
“What’s gonna happen now? I hear we’re about to run out of food,” Jae-hwan said worriedly as he snuggled up against Hye-in. 
“The water will be cut off soon,” Ji-eun said, her voice shaking. “I’m really scared.”
“Noona, are we gonna die?” Yeong-su asked. Tears had already streamed down his face despite you trying your best to comfort him. You couldn’t say anything in fear of it being a lie, so you just held him closer in your lap, squeezing him reassuringly. 
Everyone was silent for a moment as they thought about the boy’s words. It was only broken when Byeong-il broke and spilled his fears. “Yeah, it’s over. We’re all totally fucked!” He yelled.
“Hey!” You yelled at him, using a leg to kick him harshly on the thigh. He groaned in pain but you didn’t care because the whimper of fear from Yeong-su and Su-yeong caught your attention more. You whispered words of care and love into their ears as you wrapped an arm around Su-yeong as well and pulled her into the hug. 
“I really hope I go to Heaven when I die,” Byeong-il continued, yelping and groaning when you kicked him again in the same spot. 
“So what?” Eun-yu asked. “So what? Who cares? Do you want us all to drink the fucking Kool-Aid and just give up or something?” She yelled at him before standing up. “Stop whining, asshole! Whining won’t change anything. Trust me,” she finished and walked out while you still held your crying siblings close. 
“Okay,” you decided. “It’s time for bed, yeah? Get comfy and I’ll read you a story, okay?” 
They nodded, excitement momentarily taking over their fear. They always loved when you told them stories since you did the funny voices and had a great way of painting a picture in their minds.
You told them the story until they fell asleep, cuddled up against each other with tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. You smiled at them with loving eyes before standing up. The rest of the people in the room were also quietly getting ready for bed so you weren’t worried about them waking the tykes up while you went to go check on Hyun-su. 
You grabbed your book, a flashlight that was sitting next to the door, and the first-aid kit you grabbed from your apartment before you set off towards the arcade room. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Hyun-su since he stumbled through the door after you opened it. It really looked like he had a bad encounter during his trip upstairs and it scared you. You hadn’t seen any visible signs of injury on him but the way he limped and couldn’t seem to catch his balance was enough to show you he probably had some sort of concussion and/or a leg injury. It would probably be healed by morning but it was still scary to think about. 
When you got to the room, you entered quietly, not wanting to wake him up in case he was asleep. It was a good thing, too, because he was out cold on a little bench next to a pillar. You tiptoed over to the chair placed next to his head and sat down, setting the first-aid kit under your chair. Before you opened your book to start reading, you folded the jacket wrapped around your waist and gently lifted his sleeping head to place it underneath. After you finished, satisfied with how he looked at least a little more comfortable, you opened the book and started to read, balancing the flashlight you brought in the crook of the chair’s headrest and body so you could see the words on the pages. 
It must have been at least an hour or two before Hyun-su started to stir. You thought nothing of it at first until it happened again. He let out a small sound you almost didn’t hear but from the way he was moving and groaning you knew it must have been a dream that wasn’t all that dream-like. 
You placed your hand on his forehead to feel his temperature and it seemed like an instant change in his behavior. His groans quieted and he stopped moving, save for the occasional twitch. You lifted your hand, satisfied that he was calmer and returned to your book. It was only a few minutes later that his thrashing and mumbling and groaning returned, this time seeming worse and more intense. You hesitated but placed your hand on his forehead again, experimenting and seeing if what you thought might happen would happen.
Sure enough, he calmed down almost instantly and you sighed again. Moving your hand, you brought it down to his bicep instead of his head, leaving it resting there while you used your other hand to continue reading your book.
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sage-green-matcha · 2 years ago
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Hello! I absolutely adore your writing and I think it is amazing 🫶 could you do something summer camp based? (like anything summer camp related)
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CRULE SUMMER - ETHAN LANDRY 🏕️
“It’s cruel summer, with you” - Taylor Swift
MINORS DNI!
Content includes: Mean Ethan, enemies to lovers, summer camp! Sexual tension!
A/n: two requests in one!
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You couldn't stand Ethan Landry. His annoying voice ticked you off, acting like he was so innocent. Everything about him annoyed you. His style, and god, his stupid hair. Even when you heard him breathe or chew too loud you got annoyed.
"Alright, Team! The only goal for today is to beat the blue team's ass! Alright?" You blew your whistle, gathering all the campers. "Stop chewing on your shirt, Timmy" you cringed, a frown on his face.
"Okay! The annual water balloon capture the flag contest! Honestly dumb name but whatever, don't get hit, and whichever team gets the flag first wins! Which will be us, so don't disappoint me"
You hated it, and it annoyed you. When the teenage campers would drop to their knees for you. There weren't hot people at this camp, well maybe Ethan. But his attitude took away from his looks.
They would do anything for you to notice them. And so would Ethan Landry. He was on the rival side of the camp, captain of the blue team.
"You're funny if you think your team is gonna win" he smirked, filling the blue tub up with balloons. "Haha, we are. We haven't lost since 2019. We got this" you shrugged confidently.
"Right, we'll see about that" You wanted to slap the smirk off his face, maybe knee him in the balls while you were at it. "Shut up" you grumbled through your teeth, fixing the whistle around your neck.
"Alright! Everyone round up" You stood on the chopped tree, balancing yourself on your dirty platform Converse. You liked them cause they made you taller, like Ethan. But you would never admit that.
"Who's ready?!" You smiled as the crowd of campers screamed, water balloons in hand. "3...2...1!" You quickly ran away, taking cover in the lunch room before anyone could find you. Or so you'd thought.
"Found ya" You looked up to be splashed with water, Ethan smiling at you. "Wow, congratulations" you smirked, throwing one right back at him. Your eyebrows furrowed as you noticed his eyes wandering, just to end up on your chest. "What?"
"I...nothing" He scratched the back of his neck.
You looked behind you, to your sides, and then down your body, that's when you realized. You didn't remember about the fight when you were getting dressed, the white baby tee hugging your boobs perfectly. Your ripped blue shorts showing off your thighs. You weren't wearing a bra either, you had been swimming all morning and forgot it at the dock, and couldn't find it after.
"You fucking pervert!" You let out a small gasp, covering yourself quickly. "I'm not a pervert!" You rolled your eyes, bumping him out of the way as you left. "They're just gonna attack you"
"I'm already out" you mumbled, storming away while trying to hide your frustration.
You couldn't believe it, he was staring at your boobs! He's a pervert, he's annoying, he's disrespectful. You could go on and on about it.
You walked outside to see a bunch of the blue team kids splashed in water. A small smile back on your face. At least you had that. Quickly, you made your way back to the cabin, finally putting on a bra and a red tee you had laying around. Too bad you had to watch what you wore now, there was a pervert in the camp.
But honestly, you didn't care, finding your way back to camp in the loose red shirt.
"Looks like my campers beat yours" Ethan grinned, your eyebrows furrowed at your sad group of campers. "You helped them, didn't you?" He gave you a surprised face. "No? Your team just sucks"
You knew he was lying, his team was full of shit runners. "You helped them" he mocked you, his classic smirk shining back at you.
You leaned over, grabbing a balloon from the bucket before throwing it at his face. "Whoah! Okay, you really wanna fight?" You didn't respond, instead holding back a smile as water splashed his chest.
Harsh splashes of water started hitting you, while you tried to collect more balloons. You threw them back at Ethan. "Ethan! Stop!" You smiled as he got closer, missing his body every time you threw a balloon.
"You said you wanted to fight" he chewed on his lip with a smirk, picking you up by your waist. "Get your hands off me, Landry"
You wiggled around in his arms, pushing yourself off of him.
"Who knew you were strong" You didn't mean to say it out loud, but the thought slipped out of your lips. "Have you not seen my muscles?" You cringed at his words, shaking your head.
"Enough playing around you two, clean the mess up" Your eyes turned into lines, twisting your head at the Camp manager. "She's so annoying, doesn't know how to have fun. I mean, it's a kid's camp" Ethan joked, pulling the blue tub closer to his body.
"And you do?" You asked, your back turned to him as he scanned you down. You gave him doughy eyes, turning your head. You noticed his face was slightly pinker than before. Blush looked really good on him. You scoffed, a small smile on your lips.
"I do" he shook his head, getting noticeably closer to you. "Really?" You teased, trying to hide the fact that you were panicking on the inside.
"Mhm"
“Show me”
You didn’t think he was actually gonna make a move, but the way his eyes stared at you  should’ve told you otherwise.
You let out a small gasp, it sounded more like a moan. The lewd sound got Ethan excited. You tried to pull back, but Ethan stayed dominant, pushing you back against the wall.
You prayed the manager wouldn’t come back, enjoying the moment too much. The way his hands squeezed your waist made you melt. His kisses traveled down your neck, sucking and pecking you all over.
“Enough E, you’re gonna leave marks” you tried to sound confident, but you were too flustered. You felt his heart race in his chest, heavy breaths falling from his pretty lips as he pulled away.
“Am I not fun enough?” He smirked, making you scrunch your nose. “Your fun…but I’m way funner” you teased, biting back your lip with a smile.
“Back to being bold?” You nodded, trying to hide your shyness. You slipped under his arm, running back towards your cabin. “I’ll see you at the campfire?” He yelled, making you turn back.
“See you!”
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click4rainy · 1 year ago
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plz do a daddy kink Johnny cage I beg of u!
Canceled plans// Johnny Cage smut
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👽: Very Johnny esque if you ask me! (Not really proofread)
⚠️:Cunnilingus, Finger fucking, Daddy kink, Recorded sex, Creampie.
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★ The man, the myth, the legend, Johnny Cage! You keep him on his toes, and he keeps you on yours. You’re spoiled rotten and usually get what you want. Johnny is a spontaneous soul. He can, and will surprise you. Keeping this in the back of your mind, you were in your guys’ shared bedroom, trying on the new outfit that he had bought you. (More like the 50th, but you’re set on this one for now.)
★ You had plans to go out with a few friends, nothing crazy. The outfit you chose consisted of a pleated miniskirt, and a form fitting top that was tucked neatly into it. Rolling up your thigh-high stockings. you strike a small pose in the mirror, admiring the fit you put together.
★ Johnny walks into the bedroom, freezing in place, he whistles. “Damn…Is this a part of the haul you got today?” He asks, pointing at your outfit, finger moving up and down, he saunters over to you, with a smirk. Turning from the mirror, smiling at him, you reply. “Yes it is… what do you think?” You ask innocently, doing a small twirl for him.
★ “Oh, I think it’s adorable, baby.” He smiles sweetly at you, bringing his hand to your chin to pull you in for a kiss. you gladly wrap your arms around his neck. His tongue tracing along your lips, seeking entrance, quickly exploring each other’s mouths, your bodies lightly pressed together.
★ He smiled against your lips, before pulling away. His eyes scanned your body once more, taking in the way your thighs would pudge out from your stockings. “Where you going, lookin’ that damn good anyways?” He teased, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, mouthing along it as he awaited your answer.
★ “Ahaa~ I thought I told you…?” You sputter feeling his tongue trace your neck, lightly sucking at it. Nipping on a sweet spot, causing you to let out a small yip, before placing your hands on his chest, lightly pushing him away. “Johnny… I can’t have hickeys before my night out, my friends will never let me hear the end of it.” You admit as you turn to the mirror, inspecting your neck for any love bites.
★ “That’s tonight?” He asked with a cocked brow, moving in, snaking his hands around your waist from behind, admiring the two of you in the mirror. “Mhmm.” You reply, seemingly content with the lack of marks on your neck, releasing yourself from his loving grasp, you walk past him to get your shoes.
★ “Whaaat? Oh come on, babe. I gotta let people know you’re taken.” You laugh, slipping on your other shoe. “I’m with Johnny Cage, people already know I’m taken.” You explain while walking towards him. He softly chuckled at your reply, but was quick to tempt you. “Well, just stay home…y’know? reschedule.” He asked frivolously.
★ “That’s so rude though��especially for something so—“Something so what, sweetheart?” He placed his hand on your lower back, while slipping his other down the hem of your skirt. causing a tiny whimper to slip out. “Johnny, I can’t…I cancelled last time, I’ll look like a flake. plus- I did my make up, hair and —look at my outfit…me and my friends are supposed to take cute pics and vids!” You whine slightly at the thought of your efforts being in vain.
★ “Kitten, you can still do all that here~ plus I feel like I could put that look to better use.” Your heart flutters in your rib cage at the pet name. “But—“No buts, princess. My decision is final. You’re staying home.” You aren’t sure if he’s being serious at this point, so you just laugh at him. “Right…I’ll be back by midnight.” thinking you’ve had the final word, you grab your purse and keys, heading towards the door.
★ “What the hell did I just say?” Johnny asks, sternly. Completely contrast to the witty banter you held just moments before. He strides across the room, up to the door, quickly blocking you from leaving. “Oh, I heard you. But, I’m still going out, like I had planned.” You say with an impatient tone, slightly puzzled at his sudden change of demeanor. You become annoyed, trying to push past your boyfriend. what was he hoping to accomplish with this? He simply grabs your shoulders, preventing you from going any further.
★ “Hey now…you better watch how you talk to me, little girl.” Johnny spoke with the same tone, but there was an underlying playfulness to it. Looking up at his broad figure, you swallow a bit. “Johnny, quit playing…I-I’m gonna be late if you keep me any longer.” You tripped over your words a bit as you felt the energy shift in the air.
★ “Johnny? Who’s Johnny?” He teased looking down at you with that signature smirk. “That’s Daddy to you.” He corrected, placing his hands on your hips, walking forward, causing you to instinctively stumble backward. “John-
★ Gently pushing you into the bed, he chuckled, crawling over you. “Don’t make me repeat myself, doll face.” He told while gripping your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. Your face flushed red, and you felt a pang of arousal jolt through your panties. This was definitely a new side to him.
★ Consider yourself intrigued, you bit your lower lip, looking into his lust-filled eyes. “Now, how about you be a good girl, and tell your little friends ‘next time’ huh?” He was testing the waters with his new approach, and it seemed to be playing out in his favor.
★ “Okay…” you give in. “Okay what?” He fastens his grip on your face, moving his closer to yours, expecting you to know exactly what he was wanting to hear. “O-okay Daddy…” you corrected yourself, feeling a bit embarrassed after the fact. You grab your phone to cancel your plans.
★ “What a doll.” He pats your cheek, tone sultry, before trailing his hands down your body. he complimented your stockings, awe-struck at the spillage of your perfect thighs, while playing with the elastic, purring in your ear, and telling you how much he loved you.
★ Johnny kissed down your body, eliciting a small moan from you. Head between your thighs, he flipped up your miniskirt and exposed your adorable panties, admiring your soaked pussy through the thin fabric. “God damn, this is gonna be good~” He slyly remarked.
★ Getting up off of the bed and walking around to his side, he pulled out a bullet vibrator from his nightstand. Making his way back onto the mattress, looming over you. Your curiosity piqued, as your eyes followed his every movement, waiting for him to further elaborate his actions.
★ “You got all dolled up for ‘cute pics and vids?’ Right?” He smirked, making light mockery of your protesting from earlier. You nodded lightly, watching him grab his phone from his pocket, opening it to the camera before handing it to you. “Here, I want a new screen saver, make one for me will you?” You held his phone with a quirked brow, but quickly obliged. Snapping a pic of yourself with Johnny holding your knees apart. You threw a peace sign up as you took the photo, he smirked.
★ “That was pretty cute, but I think we can do better, don’t you?” He asked with a soft tone. He then gravitated towards your exposed panties, clicking it on, he pressed the vibrator down onto your clothed clit. A small squelching sound could be heard as he glided the bullet up and down your slicked panties. “Now this is camera worthy…”
★ “Mmhhh.~” You moan as the vibrations continue their work on your clit, bucking your hips as the pleasure heightens quickly. “Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you, isn’t he?” He smiles, taking joy in seeing you squirm and writhe under the influence of the bullet.
★ You make the mistake of letting his phone drop out of your grasp, so you could grind your hips in an attempt to further the pleasure at hand. “Pick that back up.” He smacks your ass roughly, pressing harder on your clit with the vibrator, clicking it to bump up the intensity.
★ “Aha~ sorry…” You whimper, as your hips jerked from the sudden frequency change, grabbing his phone off of the soft sheets, opening it back up. Johnnys lips curled into a smirk seeing you comply. “Now, smile for the camera and make sure to get that money shot, babygirl.” You nod, shakily holding his phone and snapping messy pictures of your face contorting in pleasure, and some of Johnny between your thighs, playing with your clit.
★ He slid his free hand up to yours, helping you adjust the angle, so you could get the perfect shot, before pressing record. “Just like that, kitten, now can you hold it still while I make you cum?” He asked, rather frankly at that, looking at himself on the screen. (Yes he’s having you use the front camera) “Mmhhh~” you hum as your body begged for more. Keeping the phone as steady as you possibly could, Johnny proceeds.
★ “Show the camera that pretty little pussy.” He said, waiting for you to do so. You bring the phone closer, doing exactly as he said. “Now tell me how much you love your daddy ~” A pang of embarrassment and arousal flooded your veins, cheeks flushing before stammering.
★ “I-…I love my daddy~” you manage to say, choking back a moan. He seems content with your obedience, and the angle at hand, burying his face into your dripping cunt. you let out a small squeal, his nose grinding purposefully against your sensitive clit, as you arch your back, forcing yourself to keep the phone in place as he goes down on you, taking in your taste luxuriously.
★ The knot in your stomach was quick to form, aching for release. your hips were bucking involuntarily at this point. “Stay still, pretty baby.” He murmured into your heaving pussy, reminding you to record like a good girl. He enveloped your cunt with his tongue, neglecting not one bit of it, making your legs quiver.
★ Spreading your slick folds open with his fingers, kissing your swollen clit, he took a moment to awe at your soaked core. He hummed, gently taking the phone from your hand and flipping the camera so he could have a clear view of your soaked pussy. “Keep playing with yourself.” He lowly told you, handing over the vibrator before slowly inserting his ring and middle fingers, causing a whimper to slip from your mouth. “You like that, don’t you?” He would teasingly ask, curling his digits just right as he pressed into your sweet spot repeatedly. your brain began to grow fuzzy as you felt your climax nearing.
★ Johnny knows your body too well by now, and encourages you to cum for him. The repetitive thrusting of his thick fingers and the intensity of the vibrations sent you into oblivion. finally coming undone and squirting aggressively onto his hand, your legs trembled, eyes rolling in the back of your head. all the while Johnny’s just relishing in the shot he’s getting of your orgasm.
★“Mmhh~” you whimper as he began burrowing into your pussy once more, lapping his tongue assertively, ravishing the juices you’ve spilled. Pulling back, humming in delight as his body moves its way up again, he planted a kiss on your lips. The taste of yourself lingered on your tongue and you can feel his hardened length pressing against you.
★ And without further notice, he pulls you to the edge of the bed, and pushes your legs apart. “Ready for the finale, super star?” He inquired with his cocky smirk, pulling out his shaft. Your eyes followed it as he sprung out from the restraints of his pants, he lined himself up with you, pressing the tip of his cock against your sensitive clit.
★ Pointing the phone down to your vulnerable position, Johnny chuckled a bit. “You love taking daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He teased, pressing further into your heat. Your face flushed at his lewd comment and at the way he was shamelessly recording. Johnny knew he was doing something right when you bucked your hips, taking in more of his length. He gladly began to pound into your dripping wet pussy.
★ Causing a shockwave of pleasure to wash over you as his dick repetitively smashed into your sweet spot. You gripped down onto the sheets beneath you, feeling your walls clench around his cock, you sputter out incoherent nonsense as Johnny praises you for being such a good girl. “You take daddy’s cock so fucking good. he grunted as his thrusts grew sloppier.
★ He had one hell of a steady hand though, keeping the phone exact to get the perfect shot of you taking in every inch of him. His pace stayed exact, ramming your pleasure point over and over again. You clicked off the toy and held your legs up by hooking your arms under your thighs, giving a classic amateur vibe to the video.
★ Johnny seemed content, smacking and groping your tit, eliciting a moan from your mouth as he did so. “So fuckin’ tight.~” slamming his hips into yours, Johnny let out a guttural moan, you threw your head back in pleasure. Feeling your second climax approaching. With one final thrust, Johnny spilled his seed inside of you, filling you up rather quickly, as you came undone around his cock.
★ The feeling of the sticky substance filing your pussy made your heart skip a beat, and you were lost in a euphoric state, riding the high of the shared orgasm you had just experienced. Johnny pulled out, a few beads of his cum dripping from your cunt as he did so. Bringing the phone to get a close up of the scene, before ending the video, Johnny crawled over to you, kissing your forehead before getting off of the bed to grab a warm washcloth.
★ Happily cleaning you up, he would lovingly cuddle you, wrapping his strong arms around your body, and turning on one of your favorite movies. “Be honest, you have way more fun with me than your friends.” He jokingly prods, smirking down at your sleepy face, already knowing the answer. You playfully roll your eyes, before nuzzling up to him, falling asleep in his embrace.
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luna0713hunter · 1 year ago
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I’m still not entirely sure how to go about requesting things without sounding demanding
Autumn prompt please with shanks 8, 14 and 15
Thanks
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Author's note : oh darling,you can never be demanding!!! I'll be happy to write for you!!!also,sorry this took so long,uni is kicking my ass lmao! Hope you enjoy it ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
"putting blankets on you/them while sleeeping"
"Where are the marshmallows in my hot coco?" "Sorry i ate them." "You don't sound sorry." "Well I'm not."
"Making you wear their jacket when you're too stubborn to dress properly."
Based on this prompt
Shanks x reader
Warnings : so much fluff,like, ALOT,age gap relationship,use of petnames such as 'princess', 'baby girl' and etc
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When you let out the second sneeze in the past five minutes,a warm,long coat immediately draps around your shoulders.
Clinging to the only source of warmth,you raise your head and look at your captain with a bashful smile.
"Sorry,Cap."
Shanks only shakes his head and wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer to his side,and gods above,does it melt your heart.
"Its alright, princess. But i did tell you to dress better."
A light pout tugs at your lips and Shanks' arm tightens around you;you know how weak your captain is for your pouting.
"But i wanted to impress you!"
"Darling," a light kiss presses on your head as you two near the ship,and start to climb the small stairs inside, "you dont need to dress up to impress me. You already did it so effortlessly on day one."
The crew greets the both of you,and you smile with a wave. When Yasopp lets out a loud whistle upon seeing your figure particularly being swallowed by Shanks' coat,you stick your tongue out him while trying to control the blush rising up your cheeks. You push Shanks toward the back to hopefully warm up in his room.
"Yea baby that's what I'm talking about!!"
"We dont even need to tell them to get a room, they're already on it."
"Oh my god, Shut up!"
You cheeks flare and you shut the door behind yourself. You take off Shanks' coat and put it neatly on the hanger near the door. Shanks smiles at you and starts to change out of his slightly damped shirt,when you hurry to his side. You gently help him get into warmer clothes and kiss his stubbled cheek. The scene of his toned body makes your heart beat a little bit faster,but its nothing unusual;ever since he lost his arm,you were always by his side to help him with anything he needed.
And even after so many years,the sight of the lack of his left arm has you blinking back tears.
"Princess," a gentle hand rests on your cold cheek and you nuzzle into it slightly, "you still look cold. Get under the blanket and wait for me."
You nod when he closes the door behind himself;already giving orders to his crewmate for the night.
Feeling restless to relax without him,you make your way toward the kitchen in hopes of making him a hot beverage to help him warm up a little. As you pour the rich and steaming hot chocolate in two mugs for yourselves,you spot the little marshmallows on the counter. You put five in each mug,and make your way back to Shanks' room.
And its not your fault if the marshmallows in his drink vanishes on the way.
When you push open the door,you see Shanks already under the blanket with a tired smile on his face. He reaches out and takes hold of his drink gratefully and waits patiently for you to get into the bed next to him. He presses a soft kiss on your temple and raises the mug to his lips and-
"um, princess?"
You give him an innocent hum and sip your own hot chocolate;the burst of the flavors making you smile harder.
"where are the marshmallows in my hot coco?"
You tilt your head slightly and grin at him.
"sorry."
"you dont sound sorry."
"well, I'm not."
Shanks blinks at you,but suddenly he lowers his head and with one swift movement,bites into one of the marshmallows floating around in your drink.
You immediately move your handa away from him with a squeak and pout at him lightly.
"Shanks!what the hell?!"
"you stole mine first, darling."
You roll your eyes at him and resume drinking your own drink;your captain could become such a child sometimes,and you'll be lying if you said you absolutely didnt adore him.
When the hot liquid warms your insides,the bed suddenly seems too cozy and comfortable,even if the blanket has slide down your shoulders. You dont know when you're eyes have dropped,but when someone takes hold of your mug and gently pulls you down into a strong chest,you go willingly.
The blanket gets pulled up all the way up your body and a comforting arm wraps itself around your waist.
A gentle kiss presses to your forehead and a happy sigh escapes your lips.
"sleep well,my darling."
And you dream of gentle sea,blue skies,and your Captain's happy laughters that night.
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