#skin care jesus approved

[libingan]

i havent had a proper sleep since monday!!!! do you know how much caffeine ive consumed to be able to pull these damn all-nighters?!?!?!? jesus fucking christ man

hopefully ill be able to sleep tonight 🙏

könig’s always been a little shy, a little hesitant. you’ve known that since the first time you met him, towering over you but never quite looking you in the eye. it’s almost amusing, how a man his size can be so... submissive, so easy to unravel with just a few soft words and gentle touches.

he’s practically trembling under your touch now, hands clenched into the sheets, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. he’s trying so hard to hold himself together, but you can see the cracks forming, the way his body is betraying him. it won’t take much to push him over the edge.

you lean in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, “good boy.”

that’s all it takes. the moment those words leave your lips, könig lets out a strangled moan, his whole body shuddering as he finally loses control. thick ropes of cum spill from him, coating your hand and splattering across your face. he’s gasping, whimpering, his eyes squeezed shut in shame and overwhelming pleasure.

you can’t help but smile, watching him come undone so easily. pathetic, you think, though there’s a strange sort of affection in the way you look at him. he’s always been so desperate for your approval, so eager to please.

his cock is still twitching, hard and needy despite the mess he’s made. könig looks up at you, eyes wide and pleading, as if he can’t believe what just happened. his chest heaves with each breath, and you can see the flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“look at you,” you coo, wiping his cum from your face with the back of your hand. “can’t even handle a few touches without falling apart.”

he whimpers again, shifting uncomfortably under your gaze, but he doesn’t move to stop you. if anything, he seems even more desperate now, his hips lifting just slightly as if begging for more.

“still hard?” you tease, glancing down at his swollen shaft, twitching in the air. “such a needy thing, aren’t you?”

könig doesn’t respond with words, just another low, pitiful moan as his hands grip the sheets even tighter. he’s completely at your mercy, and he knows it. the shame on his face only makes him look more pathetic, more desperate for the attention you’ve been giving him.

you hum softly, wrapping your fingers around his length again, watching the way he shudders beneath you. “don’t worry,” you murmur, stroking him slowly, deliberately, “i’ll take good care of you, könig. you just have to be a good boy for me.”

your lips curl into a sly smile as you see the desperation in his eyes, the way he’s barely holding himself together, trembling under your touch. it’s almost endearing, how a man like him—so massive, so intimidating—can be reduced to this. needy, helpless, and all for you.

“such a good boy,” you murmur, letting your thumb brush over the sensitive tip of his cock, smearing the remnants of his release across his skin. he gasps, his body jerking at the touch, but his hips instinctively lift towards you, chasing your hand, craving more.

you slowly pull your hand away and watch his reaction, savoring the way his brow furrows, the soft whimper that escapes his lips. he looks so lost, so desperate for you. and you’re more than happy to give him what he needs.

“you want more, könig?” your voice is low, teasing as you straddle his waist, letting your wetness brush against the head of his cock. his eyes widen, breath hitching at the sudden contact, but he stays still beneath you, waiting—like the obedient thing he is—for your permission.

“please…” his voice is barely a whisper, almost broken.

“please what?” you ask, leaning down to brush your lips against his ear, your breath hot on his skin. “use your words, könig.”

his hands flex against the sheets, knuckles white as he tries to keep control. “please... ride me,” he finally manages, his voice thick with need, and you can feel the way his cock twitches beneath you, aching for you.

you grin, positioning yourself just above him, letting the slick head of his cock press against your entrance. the anticipation is killing him, you can see it in his eyes—the way they’re locked onto you, wide and pleading, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath.

“good boy,” you whisper again, and before he can say another word, you sink down onto him, taking him in inch by inch. könig moans—loud and unrestrained—his hands shooting up to grip your hips, his eyes rolling back as you stretch around him.

he’s so big, filling you completely, and the feeling of him inside you makes your breath hitch, pleasure sparking through your veins. you take a moment, letting yourself adjust to his size, feeling every inch of him pulsing inside you.

“fuck…” könig groans, his voice low and broken. his hands are shaking against your hips, fingers digging into your skin, but he doesn’t dare move. he’s waiting for you to take the lead, to set the pace.

and when you start to move, slowly at first, rolling your hips against his, könig’s head falls back against the pillow, his mouth falling open as a choked moan escapes his lips.

“so tight,” he mutters, almost to himself, his eyes squeezing shut as you ride him, your pace slow and deliberate, teasing him with every roll of your hips. “fuck… you feel so good…”

you can feel him twitching inside you, so close to losing control already, and it only spurs you on. you pick up the pace, riding him faster, harder, watching the way he falls apart beneath you, completely at your mercy.

“look at you,” you purr, leaning forward to press your palms against his chest, keeping him pinned beneath you. “so desperate to be fucked… so needy for me.”

könig’s breathing is ragged, his chest heaving beneath your hands as he looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. he’s a mess—moaning, trembling, completely undone by the way you’re riding him.

“please…” he gasps, his grip on your hips tightening, his voice trembling with need. “please don’t stop…”

you smirk, leaning down to capture his lips in a bruising kiss, your hips never slowing. “i won’t,” you murmur against his mouth, feeling the way his cock twitches inside you, knowing he’s close. “but you have to be a good boy for me, könig.”

he moans again, louder this time, and you can feel his body starting to tense beneath you, his release just within reach. and you know, with just a few more thrusts, he’ll be yours—completely and utterly undone.

your hips roll harder against him, setting a brutal pace, and you can feel könig’s entire body start to tremble beneath you. his hands grip your waist like a lifeline, and his moans grow louder, more desperate with every movement.

“f-fuck—” he chokes out, his voice breaking as he tries to hold back, tries to keep it together. but you can feel it—how close he is, how badly he wants to let go.

“you’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” you tease, your voice low and breathy, leaning down so your lips are just inches from his ear. “you’ve been such a good boy, könig… i know you want to.”

he nods frantically, his face flushed, sweat beading at his temples as he struggles to keep his composure. “i—i can’t hold it,” he gasps, his hips bucking up into you uncontrollably. “please… i’m so close…”

“then cum,” you whisper, grinding your hips against him harder, feeling him throb inside you. “cum for me, könig.”

that’s all it takes. with a broken, guttural moan, könig’s body tenses beneath you, and you feel the sudden, hot pulse of his release inside you. his grip on your hips is almost bruising as he rides out his orgasm, his entire body trembling with the force of it.

you don’t stop, your pace relentless as you push him through it, milking every last bit of pleasure from him. his moans turn into whimpers, his cock twitching inside you as you keep moving, pushing him further and further into overstimulation.

“don’t think we're finished,” you whisper, leaning down close to his ear, your breath hot against his skin. “i haven’t cum yet.”

könig's eyes widen, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he looks up at you, completely overwhelmed. “i—I can’t—” he stammers, his body twitching underneath you, sensitive beyond belief.

“you can, and you will,” you murmur, gripping his shoulders as you start moving again, this time faster, chasing your own release. “be a good boy and take it.”

könig groans, his hands weakly grasping at your waist, but he doesn’t stop you. he can’t—he’s too far gone, completely at your mercy. every movement sends shudders through him, his overstimulated cock still twitching inside you as you push him to his limits.

you’re close, the tight knot in your stomach coiling tighter with every roll of your hips, every moan that slips from könig’s lips. “just a little more,” you breathe, your pace quickening as you ride him harder, chasing that edge. “i’m so close…”

könig’s eyes squeeze shut, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he struggles to hold on, his entire body trembling with the effort. but he takes it, just like you told him to, his moans turning into desperate whimpers as you grind against him.

and then you feel it—the sharp wave of pleasure crashing through you as you finally reach your climax, your body tensing as you ride out the high. you cry out, your nails digging into könig’s shoulders as your hips buck against his, drawing out every last bit of your release.

only then do you finally slow, your body going slack with satisfaction as you collapse onto könig’s chest, both of you panting, completely spent. he’s still trembling beneath you, his breath ragged, but his arms wrap weakly around you, holding you close.

“good boy,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his neck as his body finally relaxes under your touch.

[theemporium]

Werewolf landoscar request: both boys being clingy bc you’ve had to be away for a while (maybe in heat?)

Chuffed you’re in your Oscar era xx

-🥀

we don't talk about my oscar era🤠thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It wasn’t your fault you couldn’t join them on the race weekend, it was your work’s fault.

Your boss seemed to have it out for you the day she made the rota and, despite the time off you vividly remember requesting and being approved, your name was on the schedule all weekend with no hope of you switching shifts with one of your colleagues. 

The boys had been upset when you told them. Oscar had suggested showing the approved time-off form to your boss in a meeting. Lando had suggested quitting your job and letting them take care of you. You had taken neither boy up on their suggestions because you knew how each option would work out—and it didn’t seem worth the hassle. 

However, between work projects and an overbearing boss, you hadn’t really noticed the shift in the boys’ behaviour on the calls. 

It seemed normal whenever you managed to call them after your shifts, when they were curled up in bed and ready to go to sleep but stayed up to catch up with you. Lando would ramble away, taking over most of the conversation whilst Oscar was happy to just nod along and pipe in every few minutes. They could fight over who held the phone, who was taking up more of the screen, who got to say goodbye last. 

It seemed normal because your boys were always clingy, so the amped up neediness wasn’t easy to spot through a screen. 

But when they were back home? It was a whole other story. 

You knew they had a late flight out after the race on Sunday. You knew they would be landing early in the morning, that they would probably be home when you woke up. You were looking forward to spending your day off with them after a week of missing your boys. 

What you weren’t expecting to wake up in the middle of the night, the first cracks of daylight breaking through the horizon as you heard two voices whispering away to each other.

“Mate, you’re gonna wake her up.”

“Did you just ‘mate’ me?” 

“Yeah, dude.”

“Oh my god.”

You blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness in the room before you saw both boys standing at the end of the bed. Their bags were nowhere to be seen—most likely abandoned by the door—and they were dressed in their plane clothes. They both looked exhausted, beyond the kind that you were used to seeing on their faces after races. 

This was something else entirely.

“Too late, I’m already awake,” you grumbled, catching both boys’ attention as their heads snapped towards you. 

In all honesty, you expected it to play out the way your reunions usually did. Lando would make some snarky comment about how lonely it must have been without them. Oscar would tell you how much he missed you, which would prompt Lando to do the same before he complained about the way Oscar moved too much in his sleep and you weren’t there to ground him like you usually did. And then they would crawl into bed, muttering away promises that they would shower in the morning when you scrunched your nose at the fact they hadn’t even changed. 

However, instead of your usual routine, pitiful whines—ones that almost sounded pained—filled the room before both boys were crawling into bed next to you. You barely had a chance to say a word before the heat of two extremely warm bodies were pressed up on either side of you. 

Oscar’s hands had already slipped beneath your shirt, pressing against your bare skin before he pulled you closer. Lando’s curls tickled your chin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, another whine leaving his lips as he tangled his legs between yours. 

“Jesus,” you murmured, shifting a little but quickly freezing when both boys whined again. “What’s up with you two?”

“Just missed you,” Oscar mumbled, his lips grazing against your arm as he nuzzled himself closer into your side. “Don’t like it when we’re away from you.”

“And Oscar said no to shifting in the hotel,” Lando added, something like frustration in his voice because you knew his shifted form was a comfort when he was in one of his moods. 

“Because you ripped the sheets and pillows last time,” Oscar retorted with a huff, and something about it made you smile as he pressed a kiss to your wrist between his words. “You aren’t careful.”

“Whatever,” Lando grumbled, because he knew Oscar was right.

“You can shift in the morning,” you promised because having them in human form where they already felt like furnaces was bad enough, you couldn’t imagine having a huge wolf curled into your side right now. “Get some sleep first, okay?”

“M’kay,” Lando muttered, already sounding half asleep as he snuggled further into your embrace.

“Love you,” Oscar whispered, quiet and a little doubtful as he tensed beside you. Like he needed to hear it before he could fall asleep.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, letting your hand reach down for his to intertwine your fingers. “Love you both.”

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[whysodelirious08]

You Really Got Me - Virgin!Eddie x FemBestfriend! Reader

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18+ MINORS DNI. SPICY FIC!

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I hope you enjoy~

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Honestly speaking, real honest, this wasn't how you imagined you'd be spending your Friday night. Not at some lousy party, not in the bathroom at some lousy party. Not with your hand gently squeezing the rock-hard cock of one Eddie Munson, at some lousy party.

Your friend. Your well-known friend. Eddie Munson. Jesus fuck, you would have missed out on this if you hadn't picked up the phone.

Eddie's jeans and boxers barely pulled down past his balls, his pink tip was already leaking a pretty pearl of pre-cum. You licked your lips, you wanted nothing more than to take him in your trained mouth but you were still partially recovering from the words that had blurted out his mouth moments before.

"I'm a virgin-" he had yelped when you had suggested he fuck you over the sink. A little drunk but more conscious by the moment after those words. You were stunned, you didn't believe him until now, not until you were watching him unfold at your very touch. And you had just started.

He had gotten hard. Rock-fucking-hard at your little skin-tight outfit. It hugged you just right.

He had always been so flirty with you in the most subtle and sexily smooth way that it had never, ever, occurred to you that he'd never fucked anyone before. Perhaps, late at night, in the early hours, he practiced what he'd say, imagine the things he'd do to you, how he would do those things. Perfected them. Just so he could tell you all those flirty things without falling apart. The very thought had you squeezing your thighs together as you kneeled below him.

"You okay down there, Sweetheart...?" His voice was worried, a little out of breath but mostly quiet. A sharp inhale was audible as you looked to meet his gaze, you nodded quickly and let your features soften as your hand slid down to the base of cock, inching forward a little to where you knew he could feel your breaths on his sensitive tip.

"Just relax Eddie, I'll be gentle. Slow. If you wanna stop just tell me" you reassured the worried man whose fear lingered in his eyes. You made no other movements until you got approval which came in the form of nodding. You were rather impatient in this moment but you didn't want Eddie to be uncomfortable in any way.

Despite the painfully loud music and the smell of cheap alcohol and cigarettes, you could push that from your mind while you were on your knees for a guy you've had a crush on for the last year. Sort of. You'd always found him attractive but didn't know you had feelings for him. You'd never dated, never cared for guys but sure you'd hooked up with people. That was about it.

You watched as Eddie braced himself, holding onto the sink behind him for support as the flat of your tongue oh-so-gently glided over his tip, finally catching the pre-cum that had caught your attention. Your eyes barely left Eddie's face, you were desperate to see his reaction and it didn't disappoint, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows knitted together, and his jaw clamped shut as a tiny, needy whimper slipped out. You could see how his hands were tightly clutching the edge of the sink as you swirled your tongue, the clink of his rings against the ceramic was barely noticeable but still, the sound drew your attention to how his ring-covered fingers would feel against your skin. Nipping your thighs as he dragged his hands down to part your legs. You were becoming lost in your thoughts. In your fantasies. A hand brought you back to your current actions, his hand. Clutching your hair so gently, it seemed he was restraining from being too rough.

You slowly, tauntingly, took all of him and let him sit in the deepest part of your throat for a moment before you pulled all the way off him, his throbbing cock secured by your hand. Eddie's shy voice turned into a groan, clearly disliking the sudden lack of contact as his tip leaned against your bottom lip.

"Come on, eds. Don't tell me your close already? I've just started" You teased softly, giving his thigh a squeeze with your free hand. He managed to get out an answer, just barely.

"I can't help it. It's not like anyone has done this-" he interrupted himself with part gasp part groan as you locked your lips onto his cock again, taking all of him only to pull almost all the way off and repeated it a few times, just to see him melt, to see that pathetic expression that made your insides twist. His ragged breathing was loud to your ears, you could just tell he was inching closer, practically begging you as his grip on your hair tightened, slightly pushing your head toward him though you didn't submit to his wants.

You pulled off and wiped your mouth as you moved to stand, purposefully pressing your body against Eddie's as you moved up from the ground just to make sure your clothes rubbed against Eddie's dick.

"Eddie, don't force someone onto your cock. Got it? I'm in control here. Perhaps I should just edge you some more and make you wait?" You asked as your lips met his neck, nipping at his skin while your hand slid down between your two bodies just to slowly stroke the man's cock, keeping him somewhat entertained while you waited for a response. A quick shake of his head confirmed that he wasn't in the mood to keep waiting.

"Good boy~" you smirked

Your hand moved faster, slowly but surely picking up your pace though you slowed as you knelt again quickly taking him into your mouth again as you started to feel his cock twitch, you used your mouth to finish the job as you held onto his thigh to stabilise yourself while your free hand cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze which earned a load moan, at this point the people outside could surely hear the moans. The slurping noises. The erotic, dirty noises.

Despite your earlier warning Eddie pulled you into him by your hair, your nose pressed firming into his messy bush. A loud moan not restrained released from the depths of Eddie's chest, his head flung back as his curls fell out of the way of his neck, revealing his hickies but only you had noticed how Steve had flung the door open and stood shocked to see the scene, just as you felt Eddie's seed slid down your throat.

[p0orbaby]

Bullseye

summary: after four weeks of being away, there’s nothing better than coming home to a horny girlfriend.

a/n: part two of this ! It was the anticipation for me…

warnings: smut 18+, fingering, clit sucking, nipple worship? Two desperate people who’ve missed each other so much they can barely make it two feet in the house before jumping in each other, language obvs, too many mentions of Tony

word count: 1.4k

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“Jesus Christ, I’ve missed you” Wanda breathed as you pressed her firmly against the solid surface hallway wall. Her breath catching in her throat when your mouth attached itself to her neck. Your hand slipping under her hoodie so your fingertips could graze hungrily over the warm skin of her stomach.

“Tony’s an asshole” you mumble hotly against her lips. “Next time-“

“There won’t ever be a next time” Wanda cuts you off suddenly, then using trembling hands to grasp and tug at the bottom of your t-shirt. “I’ll personally request Maria to go instead”

Your chuckle was muffled as she pulled back away from you and peeled your clothing over your head impatiently. Her mouth finding yours again once she’d thrown the fabric somewhere into the belly of the house behind you.

“I’m not too sure how Tony would feel about that”

“Can you stop talking about Tony when you’re about to fuck me”

The tight coil in your lower abdomen was just about ready to snap at her words. It had been that way for the past four weeks. Dirty texts and calls will do that to a person. But there’s only so much your imagination and fingers can do. Especially when Tony ended up crashing in your hotel room most nights, making even the easiest job of getting yourself off a military operation.

“I thought about you every day” you say as you start removing her clothes now. Hoodie first, then t-shirt. Grinning to yourself as you find yourself looking down at her bare chest. “Thought about how much I want to taste you. How I should’ve before I left”

You dipped your head down and sucked one of her nipples into your mouth. You felt it pebble instantly as you swirled your tongue around it.

“Fuck” Wanda chocked out, her hands flying up to card her fingers through your hair. “Now you’re just adding to the list of reasons I hate Tony”

“What happened to not talking about him?” You teased whilst you moved onto her other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the one before. Sucking and licking, causing your girlfriend to writhe beneath you.

“Get these off” you instructed once her nipples were nice and hard. Your swollen mouth leaving a trail of saliva, connecting you to her salaciously.

Wanda huffed in slight annoyance at you stopping your administrations on her chest. But gratefully helped your determined hands pull at the waistband of her sweats and panties in a very ungraceful attempt to get her naked.

Her head fell back suddenly, thudding against the wood of the door in anticipation of what was to come. Your fingers danced across the skin of her now bare legs. Creating patterns with goosebumps and risen hairs as you toyed with her unfairly.

She watched you fascinated from under hooded eyes as you kissed up her leg. From ankle to calf to knee. Your hair tickling the inside of her leg when you finally made it to the crease in her leg. Kissing it softly, making her shiver.

“Are you ready? Please say you’re ready”. It was pathetic really, how much you needed her. Craved her. Though you didn’t care. If being on your knees, begging for approval to ravish your girlfriend's neglected cunt was pathetic, then so be it.

Your heart pounded as you waited for a response. The smell of her making your mouth water. Your palms started to sweat as they rested agitatedly long on the backs of her legs.

It was all worth the wait when her answer didn’t come in the form of words, but with her raising her right leg so her knee rested over your shoulder. Opening herself up to you and showing you what you’d been missing out on for the last four damn weeks.

Fuck you Tony.

You were on her like a dog with a bone then. Instantly licking a stripe along the length of her, making sure you caught every last drop of escaped arousal. Nectar so sweet, it would be a crime to waste.

A guttural moan sounded above you. It made you tingle. Cause your body to vibrate with desire. Her noises were making you more determined to get your fill of her. You sucked on her clit like it was the last thing you’d ever do.

“Oh my god” Wanda whimpered. Hands removing themselves from where they found themselves resting on your shoulders and slammed against the wall behind her. Grounding herself no less as you relentlessly worked at her core.

“Such a pretty pussy” you say before fully diving in and breaching her with your tongue. The taste of her addicting. Hooking you in. You can’t help but take handfuls of her ass and squeeze the flesh hard enough to leave nail marks in the shape of crescent moons, bringing her ever closer to you.

Wanda revels in it. Revels in the attention you’re giving her in the most sensitive places. Attention she’s needed for twenty-eight days, and then some.

Her skin prickles deliciously as you easily press two fingers into her. The pressure building there dampened slightly as you waited for her to adjust to the feeling of you finally being inside her. You’re being agonisingly slow. You want her to savour it. You want to take your time with her.

But the “Fuuuck” she draws out is making it very hard for you to be patient. And the way she tells you to “move, please baby” and to “stop teasing” her is making it even harder to keep the burning sensation of arousal at bay.

Your body was feeling akin to a stoked fire, or a volcano on the edge of an eruption. Something you needed to keep dormant, for now. Wanda’s pleasure was paramount, whereas sorting yourself out would be a super special added bonus.

“I’m cumming” she announced when you curled your fingers. Her voice rough and gravelly from mumbles and moans. Her body stiffening further as your fingers found the spongy spot you learnt made her keen. And bringing your mouth back to her clit, sucking it with determination seemed to seal the deal.

Solid then shaking. The natural progression of Wanda Maximoff having an orgasm. It was a sight, truly. To watch her from under your lashes at the way her mouth opened and the chords in her neck revealed themselves at the strain she was using to keep herself upright. Your strong arms aided her with that one. Pushing your hands into her to stop her from falling down due to her weak knees.

You wanted to carry on, deeming that because she was now still, and her heartbeat had gone from a rapid thrum to a rhythmic bump, she could handle more. But her hand came out to press against your forehead, pushing your head away from her when she noticed you honing in on her again.

“Just-, just give me a sec” she says. Exhaling heavily while she tried to recover. You chuckled into the skin on her thigh. Using the downtime to just sit and feel her fingers play with the hairs behind your ear. “I need a minute”

“By all means, take your time” you reply, smugly. Kissing your way up her body as you rose slowly to your feet. You found her flushed. Pink cheeked and tacky skinned. Eyes darkened and pupils wide.

“Hi”

“Hi back” you respond. Giving her hips a gentle squeeze. Taking note of her still rising and falling chest.

“That was-“

“Yeah”

“Now I know you can do that, I’m definitely not letting you out of my sight again” she laughs, and it’s the only sound you ever want to hear.

You blush uncharacteristically at the compliment. Hiding your face where her neck meets her shoulder, smiling into her damp skin.

If someone asked how long you were stood like that. With your cheek pressed to your girlfriend's shoulder. Her hands scratching softly at the nape of your neck, you wouldn’t be able to tell them. Though time managed to move once more when she said, “I think I’m ready to go again”

“Yeah?” You ask. Wanting to be certain. Having to make sure she was okay enough to go for round two.

She nods, as bashful as you like with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

What did they say? absence makes the desire grow stronger? So maybe you’d thank Tony, in time. Though not before you’d caught up on all the hours of being between your girlfriends legs he’d selfishly made you miss out on.

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 23 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You think that maybe you’ve gotten off easy for the night, when the two of you practically doze together in the warm tub, the hot water up to your necks. You are endlessly relieved, when you feel him relax behind you, possibly even asleep. You daren’t look, not wanting to disturb him, afraid of what he might dream up next if you rub him just the wrong way.

You can still hardly believe that your relationship has come to this.

The water has started to cool by the time he stirs, kissing behind your ear with a tenderness that fills your heart with a stupid hope, his arm like a band of iron around your waist. “Will you wash me?” There is a softness, damn near vulnerability in this request, and you nod, knowing you cannot refuse.

It doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself too.

You lather up with artisan soap that smells like sandalwood, sliding your hands over the contours of his skin. He tilts his head back, seemingly content, and you hope he will remain like this, passive as a sleeping leopard. Maybe he’ll be ready to snooze after this, and you’ll survive the night.

You try to avoid the area between his legs, but when his lips curl in a wicked little smile your heart skips a beat. “That’s especially dirty,” he tells you through a smirk, as though amused that you thought you might get away scot free.

He should count himself lucky, that you are gentle as you run your soapy hand over the bulge of his heavy sac. Then you are alarmed—and impressed—to find him rock hard again.

So much for your old man jokes.

“Jesus, what are you, fourteen?” you snipe, hoping to cover the state of your own frustrated arousal. Running your hands up and down his thick shaft does not help you at all.

He actually chuckles at that. “You do make me feel young again…not that young, luckily.”

You find yourself exploring him a few more strokes that what is necessary, just for you, because you like the feeling of him in your hand. He grumbles with approval, his eyes half closed. Then because it only seems fair you stop suddenly. “See how you like it.”

You try to slip away, but quick as lightning he grabs you up, water sloshing over the side of the tub. A playful scream escapes you, and his smile is like a baring of teeth. There is a dangerous glitter in his dark eyes that takes your breath away, even as you know you’re doomed.

You shouldn’t play with this man. There must be something missing in your brain, that makes you keep pulling his tail.

“My turn,” he says, perching you on his knees, reaching for the soap.

At first, he really does just wash you, running those strong hands over your body, and it’s all you can do not to melt. But then his focus keeps returning to your breasts, your soft globes floating at the waterline.

Men.

“I think they’re clean…”

“Not for long.” He rolls your nipples between his fingers and you whimper, that ache between your legs that never really went away returning with a vengeance. Somehow, you know begging him to stop will only make it worse.  

“You should sit up here,” you tell him, tapping on the edge of the tub, and just for a moment you think you may have succeeded in fogging his brain just enough to make him forget he always has to be the boss. He looks at you with intrigue—and suspicion.

“Why?”

“Because I want you in my mouth.”

It’s a little funny, as you watch him war with himself, trying to weigh what exactly you’re up to against his desire to put his cock between your lips. You already know it was on his mind earlier. The remnants of that spicy surprise in your mouth from earlier have faded. In the end, the promise of a blow job wins.

It always does.

Almost warily he lifts himself out of the tub, perching on the edge so you can reach him. His big hand fists in your damp hair at the back of your neck. “No teeth,” he warns you.

You make a pouty lip, watching as his gaze turns to your mouth with laser-focus. “Not even a little?” you tease. “Just lightly, on this big beautiful vein?” You trace it with your thumb, your hand dwarfed by the size of his erection in your little fist.

“Fuck. Woman…”

You take that as a yes, and swirl your tongue over his swollen head, before taking him as deep as you can. You actually enjoy giving head, when it’s an act of love, and not a chore in exchange for a boy’s affection, the way it was in your teens. This is…somewhere in between, truth be told, but you give it your all. You can tell by the way John grips your hair, guiding your rhythm upon him, that you haven’t lost your touch. Your jaw starts to ache, and you are relieved when he gives a strangled moan, pulling you off by your hair. He takes himself in hand, pumping himself two or three times before cumming all over your breasts, thick white ropes that paint your chest with hot seed.

Maybe you don’t get it, but the sight of you marked like this makes his eyes burn like low banked coals.  

He actually lets you slip from his grasp, floating away to rinse the evidence of his enjoyment from your skin. He continues to watch you, as you get out of the tub, and dry off with one of the plushy soft towels.

He only catches up when you try to go to the closet for pajamas, sweeping you up into his arms and depositing you in the bed. You can’t help but feel like you won the round, when he tangles you up in his long bare limbs, and promptly falls asleep behind you.

[theprettyarachnid]

gratitude (halsin x reader)

a/n: i’ve had this in the draft for awhile but i thought id post it also would you like a part two?

warnings: none

"Prove your loyalty to the Absolute!" The goblin yells while holding a branding stick. It had the symbol of the Absolute. You and your friends came here to rescue Halsin. He was the archdruid and there was a chance that he could rid the parasites that were squirming in your head.

You give a quick glance to Shadowheart who gives you a shake of her head. She's telling you to not do it. You look at the woman who is starting to give you a suspicious look. You need to rescue this Halsin and alive preferably.

You purse your lips before giving her your hand. You could feel Shadowheart's disappointed eyes staring at you. You scrunch your face up feeling the heat melt your skin while hearing a roar of goblins shout in approval. If getting branded to fit in meant you could rescue Halsin, you were willing to do it and you did.

The citizens of the Grove surrounded your camp in celebration of their new found freedom and your bravery. You were sat on the floor with a glass of wine watching tieflings and dwarves dancing to the loud music. You take a sip before you feel someone take your hand.

It was tiefling, no older than you, inviting you to dance. You smile while getting up. You couldn't really hear what she was saying because of the music and the other people laughing but she gave you a bright smile which you returned.

You both stumbled a little bit queuing laughter from the both of you. Everyone at this party had a little too much to drink but it was obvious no one cared about the headaches they will have tomorrow morning. The song ends and you and the girl are out of breath.

Before either of you can say something, her friends call her over. She gives you a somewhat flirty look and walks away. You smile, still catching your breath, until you feel eyes on you.

You turn your head and meet Halsin's deep eyes across the camp. Your breath hitches a little before you turn away and try to find Shadowheart.

The camp was quiet but you couldn't help groan in relief as you finally sit down at your tent. It felt like this was the first time you sat down in days. Your legs were exhausted and your back ached from cleaning up the party mess at camp. It wasn't a lot but it was still an inconvenience, another chore.

You stare down at your bandaged hand. You should probably take a look at it. You listen to your surroundings to make sure everyone is asleep before you slowly yet painfully unwrap it.

Jesus.

It was black and still had some loose melted skin at the edges. You can feel the disgusted look forming on your face. You look around once more before sighing. You get up and head over to the river with some fresh gauze in your good hand.

You gently collapse onto the grass. It was nice and cool by the river and the breeze felt nice on your skin. You close your eyes for a few moments trying to forget about the past couple of days. You're so immersed into everything that you don't hear the quiet footsteps coming towards you.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Shit!" You gasp when you hear a deep voice. You turn around and see Halsin who has an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He says with his hands gently raised up to his chest. "May I sit?" You nod with a smile while tapping the spot next to you.

For such a big man, he barely makes a sound

"I never got to properly thank you." Halsin speaks while looking out onto the river.

"You don't need to thank me..." You quietly say repeatedly pulling down your sleeve.

"Yes, I do. My people would not be free without your help and I would probably be dead by now, fed to spiders or left to starve in that cage." He says looking directly at you. You look back studying his features. He had years of wisdom carved into his face, crows feet from how many times he's laughed and smiled, and he has lines in between his eyebrows showing how much sorrow and frustration he has lived through.

You finally look away, unable to keep eye contact any longer, and look at the river. You could see the stars and your own reflection. You look... sad and tired.

"Does it hurt?" Halsin asks making you look up at him. You were hiding it with your sleeve so he couldn’t see it. Did he know what it was? That it was a symbol of everything he’s against? Everything your group is against?

"I'll live."

"That's not what I asked." Halsin says while slowly grabbing the gauze. You completely forgot why you even came to the river in the first place.

"I can handle it." You hesitantly say but for whatever reason you're giving him your hand. He flips your hand to see your palm but you can't help but form a fist. It hurts like all the Nine Hells combined but a part of you still didn't want him to see it.

"Whatever it is, I know you did it for the greater good." Halsin raises his eyes to look at you. They were a beautiful green. You stay quiet and look away as you slowly open your palm. Halsin looks back down and a silence falls between the two of you.

You couldn’t tell what kind of silence it was. Uncomfortable? Tense? Embarrassing? Whatever feeling it was giving you, you didn’t like it. You start pulling your hand away and look away from him in shame. He’s probably disgusted by you.

“I’m sorry you were put in a position where you felt you had to do this.” Halsin finally says and tears creep into your eyes. Why was he being so nice to you? You wanted to say something, anything, but if you did your voice would break and the tears would start falling.

More silence. You flinch a little as you feel the cold water against your burn. You would think it would feel nice but it didn’t. It hurt. More than you thought it would have. Halsin wraps his large hands around your burnt one before reciting something. You feel a bit of relief as a green light shines and slips between his fingers.

“It won’t make it go away but… it should help.” He says and begins to wrap it with gauze.

“Thank you.” You let out and slowly take your hand away. You let out a sigh and look out to the river again. “You’re right though.”

“Hm?” He asks

“The river, it’s beautiful.” You look at him and you realize the river isn’t the only thing that’s beautiful. Halsin is too and you feel your cheeks warm up a little. He smiles and looks at the river too.

“You always have to appreciate the little things especially in nature. It offers us so many things for free and asks for nothing in return.” You let out a quiet chuckle and smile at him.

“You’re a very calming presence, Halsin.” He looks at you and smiles.

“I’m glad, I try to be.” He laughs a little and you can’t help but yawn. You really were exhausted. “You should get some rest, Y/n.”

“It’s okay, I probably won’t be able to sleep.” Halsin grunts as he gets up and offers you a hand. “Thank you.” You give him a gentle smile and stand up.

“You’re welcome.” He returns your smile and Halsin starts to walk you to your tent. You don’t realize you’re still holding hands until you’re at your tent. You both laugh, yours more awkward while Halsin’s is more light-hearted.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” You say with a smile. You felt like you were going to drop.

“Yes I will.” Halsin says and turns around to walk to his tent. You go inside your tent and take off your shoes and your extra clothes. You lay down and you let out a groan. You couldn’t tell if it was out of pain or pleasure.

You stare at the ceiling of your tent and sigh. You couldn’t get Halsin’s kindness towards you out of your head. Nor his smile. It was so genuine and warm. You get more comfortable and close your eyes.

Although you have just gotten out of trouble, you already begin to sense another problem. One of the heart specifically.

[lexithwrites]

@bartylusmicrofic — prompt: hurt

TW for injury detail!

His cigarette was nearly burnt down to his fingers, but Barty took one last drag of it as he sat against the cold, scratchy brick wall of the club. Every muscle in his body ached, but his knuckles, nose and ribs were throbbing the most. He sniffed then immediately winced—not broken but close, it could have been worse. He flicked the cigarette away and licked his busted lip, tasting metal, then glanced up at headlights.

Shit.

The drivers side opened once the car was parked and Barty squinted in the light to see a figure silhouetted before him. He looked like an angel, but then again he always did, and Barty smiled.

“My knight in shining armour,” he grunted whilst getting to his feet, “come to rescue the damsel?”

“Come to get the idiot, more like.” Regulus huffed, but wrapped an arm around Barty’s waist to stabilise him. “Come on, let’s go.” Barty held back more winces as they walked, then slid into the passenger side of Regulus’ sleek, way too fancy for his grubby clothes, black car. When Regulus joined him, and the noise from the club died, he took in a deep breathe. “Reggie—“

“Don’t.” He mumbled, and put the car into gear to pull away. The drive was silent, Barty making occasionally grunts whenever they hit a bump. Regulus didn’t look at him once which wasn’t a good sign. But then again, it was 3:30 am on a Saturday, surely he had better things to do than pick Barty’s ass up off the curb after a bar fight?

Or he didn’t, since he actually came and picked him up.

“Are you mad?” Barty asked, looking at the blurry lights outside as it started to rain. Regulus switched on the windshield wipers and scoffed.

“Am I mad.” He shook his head. “You got into a fight, again.”

“Was well fuckin’ deserved.” He nearly growled and Regulus gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I don’t hit people for no reason.”

“Anymore. And let me guess, I know exactly who it is?” Regulus gave him a look and Barty felt like shrinking into the leather seat. “Jesus, Barty.”

“He was talking shit so I shut him up.” Barty replied, touching his lip again. He didn’t want to get blood in Regulus’ car, he’d never be able to afford the cleaning bill.

“I don’t care what he says, you can’t hit people.” Regulus spat. “It’s…it’s childish.”

“You didn’t hear what he was sayin’.” Barty grumbled and looked at his hands, flexing the muscle and watching the bruises stretch across his skin. Well deserved.

There was another long silence before he heard Regulus exhale. “What did he say?”

“You really want to know?”

“I want to know why you hit him.” Barty looked at him for a while before sniffing. “Was it about me?”

“Yes.” Regulus shook his head. “He said…he called you easy. An easy lay that bitched and moaned and—“

“Okay, I get it.” Regulus cut him off and Barty felt a pang of guilt hit him. “Did you win, at least?”

That made Barty smile. “Why do you think I was outside and he wasn’t? The cunt went straight to hospital.” Regulus didn’t smile exactly, but Barty saw the edge of his lip curl just a little. Approval. His chest bloomed. “I’m sorry, Reg. He never deserved you.”

“I don’t want to talk about him. Not anymore, not ever.” Regulus turned a corner and they were driving into his apartment complex, slotting into the allocated space and parking. Barty was ready to have a long, hot shower after that. “You can stay tonight but just…don’t bleed on the carpet.” And Regulus got out.

His apartment was immaculate. Minimalistic but still every inch Regulus with the art on the walls, the comfortable weighted blankets, the bar cart that displayed the fancy glasses he rarely used around guests, and the Lego display by his sofa. Barty took his boots off and put them on the little shoe rack next to the door, right next to Regulus’, and followed him like a sad puppy into the bathroom. This was even cleaner than the living room, and smelt of fresh linen and cherry blossom. Barty could live in his bathroom and be happy, it was nicer than his whole flat.

“Sit on the toilet, I’ll get the first aid kit.” Regulus instructed and Barty did as he was told, all lanky legs and arms as he waited patiently for Regulus to patch him up.

He’d done this before, only once, when someone had tried to touch Regulus in a club a few months back. He’d seen red and then ‘woke up’ in the back of a taxi with Pandora stroking his hair and Dorcas muttering something about him being a ‘crazy fucking idiot’. He had smiled and passed out again. He later learned that he did win the fight but Regulus was furious at him. The patching up that night had been pretty heavy handed in Barty’s opinion.

“You’re my own personal nurse, now. Nurse Black. Do you have a hot costume somewhere?”

“In your dreams, maybe. A nurse is so tacky.” Regulus smiled properly this time and Barty felt relieved. Not as mad as last time, which was good. “Lift your head.” Barty jumped when Regulus was suddenly right in front of him but he did as he was asked, looking up at him as Regulus ever so gently cleaned his wounds. Barty didn’t even flinch, he was too focused on Regulus’ thin, delicate fingers on his cheek to notice the burn of the alcohol wipe on his cut. “I wish you didn’t start fights.”

“I know.” Barty replied quietly, never taking his eyes off of him. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re an idiot.” Regulus told him.

“I know.” Barty breathed, feeling his busted lip being tugged but not caring. He was so close, so fucking close it made him ache. Barty swallowed, adams apple bobbing, and Regulus paused. Almost hesitantly, he kneeled down and Barty felt the air leave his lungs in an instant.

“I hate seeing you hurt.” Regulus looked up at him, eyes sad and doe like. Sincere. “I really do.”

“I’m not hurt anymore.” Barty shook his head. “And you’re worth getting hurt for.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I mean it.” Barty frowned. “I’d punch a thousand drunk twats, start a million bar fights, if it meant I could protect your name. Protect you.” Regulus’ lashes fluttered, and Barty did something stupid. Or brave. He cupped his cheek with his dirty, bruised, bloody hand. Regulus closed his eyes and nuzzled his palm, and Barty fell in love all over again.

He was ten, looking at the new boy in school shyly introduce himself. Black curls, grey eyes, skin so pale it was almost transparent, but he had so many little freckles across his nose and cheek—constellations. That was the first of many times Barty fell in love with Regulus.

And now, touching him, he felt it again.

“I’d probably do the same for you.” Regulus whispered and Barty blinked himself back.

“I wouldn’t let you.”

“I’m not fragile.” Regulus touched his knee and Barty almost jumped.

“You bruise easy.”

“So do you.” Regulus seemed to have moved closer because suddenly their faces were only inches apart. “That’s the second ex of mine that you’ve punched, Barty.”

“Hopefully I’ll never have another one to punch.” That hung in the air for a while; hopeful, a suggestion, a question. Regulus slowly smiled.

“Hopefully.” Their noses brushed and Regulus sighed, warm, minty breath hitting Barty’s lips. “Have I ever told you that you look sexy after a fight?” He whispered and Barty grinned.

“No. You think so?” Regulus just nodded. “Good to know.”

“No more fights.” Regulus touched his cheek this time, and Barty leaned into it. “Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“Because I still hate blood.”

“Even mine?” Barty pushed forward so their lips brushed, and he felt Regulus shiver. Forgive me, Lord. I’m going to ruin this man and he’ll ruin me.

“Maybe not yours.” The kiss was slow but deep, burning hot and desperate. Regulus was pulled against Barty’s chest and his hands went to the sides of his neck, tangling in his hair as he moaned. Barty’s arms were around his waist, one bruised hand grazing his hip and the other wandering up his back between his shoulder blades.

It had always been there, the tension, they’d just never acted on it. He’d seen the way Regulus would look at him sometimes, when he thought Barty was too distracted, and it set Barty alight. He looked hungry, whenever he looked at Barty. Starving.

Even though they didn’t care about breathing right now, they pulled back for air and panted together. Barty chuckled a little, voice low. “If I shower, can we share the bed?”

“You’d be showering whether you were beaten up or not.” Regulus poked his chest. “Get in, I’ll put out towels. Just…hurry up.” He kissed him quicker this time, but it was just as sweet. Regulus stood over him, and when Barty met his gaze his hand drifted under his chin to tilt it up. Just a light touch, but it held more power than anything Barty had ever felt before.

“Anything you want.” Barty promised, and he meant it.

[prettyboypistol]

TF2 Sniper x M!Reader 18+ || Passenger Princess

[Road Head][Mutual Masturbation][Sound Kink][Voyeurism]

You knew exactly why you were chosen as Sniper's handler. Miss Pauling was absolutely swamped in work regarding Soldier's effective elimination of a local ecosystem and starting of New Mexico's largest fire in recorded history. The Administrator couldn't be bothered to do anything field work related, so the closest employee was chosen to accompany Sniper- the leash to keep the prized dog from running away.

Both of you thought it was stupid to worry about Sniper of all people running away. Hell, it was more likely that either you or Miss Pauling would be fly to Europe to snag Spy from an impromptu vacation. The rumble of the camper van starting up jostled you out of your passive aggressive daydreams of Monacco beaches as Sniper gave you a look.

"I don't need a bloody babysitter." He muttered to you, clearly unhappy with the situation.

"I totally agree. I'll just stay in the car while you do you, m'kay?" You responded as you buckled your seat belt and relaxed into the worn leather passenger seat. Sniper took a moment before he responded with a simple yet impressed hum of approval.

With that, the painstaking drive wore at your patience. You stayed as quiet as you could, as Sniper did not initiate any conversation... but the opportunity to be so close to one of the mercs! You were usually the cleanup crew! Just one question wouldn't hurt, right? Besides, Sniper seemed calm enough. Miss Pauling described Sniper as one of the most reasonable mercs, so if you had a shot to have a conversation with any of them, Sniper was your best bet!

"So uh, got a name?" You finally broke the silence. God, you felt like a fish out of water.

"..Sniper?" He responded, a slight smile on his face. You could barely tell it was a smile!

"No- nonono, I meant like.. your actual name."

The exhale through his nose was what you could only assume was a laugh.

"Right then, Mick Mundy. Why's it matter?"

"Just.. curious."

"Great, stuck 5 hours in a car with a curious type." Sniper sighed as he briefly rolled his eyes. His sarcastic nature put you off slightly. Did he not want to talk? That was more than fine if he didn't, but he could have said that!

A few moments pass as the awkward tension churned like butter. "Well I suppose I should ask your name too, be polite n' all." Sniper spoke up.

"Oh, does it matter for me though? I mean, I'm just an assistant." You laughed, but eventually confessed your first name.

"That's not a bad name, but I guess you're right. If we haven't met for this long, then we probably won't cross paths again." Sniper shrugged. "How long have you been in Teufort?"

"A few years, I was hired on by Miss Pauling to help with cleanup and stuff... the only reason I'm here with you is because she's busy with news repression. How about you?"

"I got the call about 4 years ago."

"Nice, nice... Paid well?"

"Yeah, 'can take care of my ma and pa."

"Aww, that's sweet."

"You?"

"Eh, it's an hourly job and I haven't slept on 2 days."

"Jesus." Sniper muttered as he glanced at you quickly. You looked well put together from a passing look, but in a more comfortable surrounding? Your eyebags were far more prominent. "Why don't you get a nap in since it's just interstate travel for a bit?" He offered.

You decided to take Sniper up on his offer and get the first taste of sleep that you've had in a good 53 hours.

As the gentle rocking of Sniper's driving drifted you off to dreamland, Sniper kept his thoughts to himself. God, you were hot. As soon as Sniper saw you, he wanted to pin you against the side of his camper and fuck you. But no, he had a code. Be polite, be efficient. He was a professional, with no feelings attached. Although, with you so sweetly asleep not 3 feet away from him, you made him reconsider lust as not an emotion, but a primal need. Rules of nature and all that junk. The way the barely setting sun kissed your skin as you curled around yourself made Sniper bite the inner side of his cheek in restraint.

By the time you woke up, the clock told you that there was a good hour left of driving before you two reached your location. You yawned and stretched, groaning against your will as the noises of your body started up. The little sighs and whimpers drove Sniper insane.

"Mornin'" You groaned as sleep still held you captive. Your body swayed, which led you to slump against the armrest between the two chairs, your head tapped gently against Sniper's side.

"Good morning, you awake?" Sniper muttered.

"Mhm... god, you're hot." You sighed sweetly, not completely aware that you said that out loud.

"Thanks mate, you are too." Sniper assured. He took a risk when he put his hand atop on your head, thumb rubbed over your temple. You giggled and pet his thigh.

Sniper cleared his throat awkwardly, was this a good time to ask? Was it even appropriate? God, your hand was too close for comfort yet so achingly far away! "Do you wanna..?" He hummed, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded as you fumbled with your pants.

God, the sound of you when you touched yourself- the sound of skin that slid over skin, the sound of your tongue wetting your palm, and the sleepy sigh of need, it all ruined Sniper just to hear. This was grossly unprofessional and impulsive, where the hell did this even come from?! Had you felt the same thing he had? He couldn't look over at you, his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he grit his teeth.

"Hey, I'm curious." You speak up, your voice breathy as you continued to move your hand up and down your dick.

"Yeah?" Sniper responded, eager to answer.

"Have you ever gotten road head?"

Quick hands unzipped Sniper's pants and moved Sniper's hard cock through the slit in his underwear. A few experimental pumps was the only warning Sniper got before you swallowed around Sniper's tip, which gave you a choked out moan from Sniper. He was lucky that he was good at driving one handed as he shoved your head down deeper as his fingers twisted into your hair, nails scraped into your scalp.

He wasn't a dick you could deepthroat easily. You choked and coughed violently before you tried again with another effort, half of his length in your mouth with the base covered and jerked off by your hand. You assumed Sniper to be a quiet sort, and you were mostly correct. The bated breathing, the muscle spasms of his stomach, and the deep exhales as Sniper tried to keep his primary focus on driving only spurred you on. As you pleasured yourself, you took extra care to moan around the cock in your mouth.

The noises churned like a thick putty in Sniper's chest. Yeah, getting hsi dick sucked was great, but Sniper was always a more auditorial person. He was able to hear everything and he loved it. Oh shit- wait- god damn it!

Your mouth was flooded with cum as Sniper shuddered out his orgasm with little huffs and groans. You wanted to tease him for popping so fast, but you were far too busy swallowing it down.

"Christ, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

[gothushi]

stress reliever

pairing: rob x f!reader

warnings: daddy kink, mild breathplay, creampie, implied strength kink

note: inspired from the newest rob bot hehe

word count: 5.3k

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“Did I forget the damn pans?”

“Rob, I will pick you up some aluminum ones, okay?”

Your boyfriend huffs another sigh, closing the cabinet above the stove. You’re busy lounging on the bed in the back of the trailer, tired from the trip up here, whilst Rob grumbles and groans over the list he should have checked before you guys left.

“I didn’t even pack tongs!”

“Rob!” You groan. You only just got here to the booked campsite and he’s already losing his mind.

You roll over, sitting up to face down the length of the camper and you get a good look at him running a hand down his face. “Would you prefer to go with me to make sure I get everything?”

Rob turns with a sigh, eyeing you, his frowny expression softening. He walks over, crawling into bed and overtop of you, leaning over so you lay back into the mattress. With the weight of him on you, he buries his face into the crook of your neck and leaves a kiss there.

“Don’t want you goin’ alone,” he complains.

You give a content sigh and bring your hands up to rub his arms, giving those muscles a squeeze. “If you just text me a list, I’ll get everything and you can sit by the water and relax. I mean- you’re stressing me out, hun.”

Rob presses a few more kisses underneath your jawline, his large frame practically hiding you from the rest of the camper. He huffs a sound of reluctant approval into your neck, his arms bracketing your head and his hips slotted between your thighs.

“I’m not stressed, I just like to be prepared.”

He gives a little roll of his hips to press his length into you, his weight keeping you pinned.

“Yeah well- ah, you’re driving me insane. I forgot how jazzed camping makes you.” You shift underneath him, feeling a flush to your cheeks as your fingers toy with the sleeves of his t-shirt.

A low, sultry chuckle escapes his mouth, his warm breath against your skin. A little puff of air as he sighs, grinding against you again, his hips pushing into you.

“Only jazzed when you’re here, princess.”

He lifts up a little, nosing your chin before looking at you, “You’re makin’ me hard, y’know.”

Your eyes flutter and you swallow, throat dry and thighs parting a bit more as you give a strained noise. “I think- Jesus, I think you’re doin’ that yourself.”

You’d only been there half an hour, most of that time spent arguing over his parking job, now he’s acting like this?

He gives another little roll of his hips, his cock hardening in his cargos. His lips find your neck again, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses along the flesh.

“Nah..” He sucks a mark into your skin, hips rolling again, knowing what it does to the both of you. “Pretty sure.. It’s y’r fault,” he mutters, his one hand slipping up your shirt to feel the soft skin of your stomach.

Your neck cranes back so his lips have more ground to cover, feeling hot arousal flood your veins at his actions. The skin of his hands are rough, well calloused from years of hands on work.

“You’ve-” You whine softly, thighs squeezing on his hips as you draw your knees up a little, “you’re a piece of work, Rob.”

The way you sigh and whine goes right to his cock, the deep thrum of his moan vibrating against your neck. He grinds down again, harder, his fingers of his other hand curling against your shoulder.

“And you like it.” He murmurs into your ear, punctuating himself with another grind.

The action pulls another wanton sound from you, back arching to press yourself into the sensations more. Your hands slide up his shoulders, fingertips pressing into the muscles there as you sigh out a noise, “The damn door’s still open.”

Granted, no one can actually see inside unless they come up and inside themselves, which won’t happen.

“Don’t care,” he mutters, a slight hitch in his voice as you arch into him. You can feel the effect you’re having on him, his cock straining in his pants as he ruts down into you. His hand under your shirt moves over your ribs, flattening whilst his thumb brushes the underside of your tit, wrist pushing your shirt up more.

Just the mere idea of getting caught, the fantasy of it, has you clenching around nothing. Swallowing, you bring your hands to the ham of your shirt to pull it off, leaving your upper half bare, tossing the garment somewhere behind Rob.

He lets out a quiet curse, greedy eyes drinking in the sight of you, his hand moving up to grope at your left tit, thumbing over the peak of your nipple. “Fffuck, princess,” he sighs, “so God damn pretty..”

Just the tone of his voice has slick leaking into your panties, skin burning up. It’s decently warm in the trailer since the AC had not been on, flesh tacky with sweat and flushed down your neck from his actions.

He drags his hand down your body again, feeling your plush skin, taking in every inch of you. “So pretty,” he repeats, “all for me, huh?” His hips rut down again.

“Ah- Rob, don’t make me ruin my jeans.” You grumble in whiny complaint, whimpering quietly after your words as you squirm under him. Nails press into his forearms, holding on for purchase as he rolls his body down.

He lets out a huff of laughter against your neck, pressing a kiss there, the sound morphing into a groan. He loves it when you dig your nails into him, scratch, play, it drives him crazy.

“Maybe I want you to ruin them.” He murmurs, nipping your skin.

His hand leaves your side and moves down to the button on your jeans, undoing them skillfully so he can twist his wrist and slide his hand in overtop your panties.

Oh, that makes all complaints go out the window as the pad of his middle finger finds your clit, rubbing slow motions over the fabric of your underwear. Your back arches, whining a noise as your turn your head into his and hook an arm over his shoulder, “Jesus- fuck.”

“Yeah? Like that?” He grins, thick finger drawing circles on your clit.

You whimper and press your knees into his hips, trying to roll up into the feeling. It’s a bit unsatisfactory since you’re still half dressed, but you’ll take what you can get because any touch from him, even after all these years, has you drooling.

“Rob-”

God, his cock fucking hurts. He was already a bit worked up when you were yelling at him earlier, but managed to hide it. But now? With you writhing under him, whining his name?

“Whatcha want, princess?”

His hand shifts to rub with his thumb instead, working easier circles on your clothed clit that has slick pooling from you, tossing your head back with a gasp and a little whimpered cry. “You- ass, is this you makin’ up for earlier?”

It was like arguing with a brick wall, him being so stubborn as usual. It didn’t help that you were both tired from the drive up, bitching about his parking job and telling you to do it better than him.

But now, he can barely think rationally, brain fuzzy with the want to fuck you, have you underneath him, making sweet noises, arching into his touch.

Rob huffs a small laugh, nodding against your jaw, “This is me making it up to you.” He affirms.

Your eyes roll back as he keeps rubbing your clit, wider circles as you straighten your legs a little, “Fuck, take my jeans off.” It’s grumbled out, a mix of a plea and a command.

He loves when you get bossy, giving a low rumble. He shifts up onto his knees, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, pulling the article down your legs and tossing them behind him. He takes a second to just admire you, running his hands along your thighs with a pleased hum. Then, he detaches and works on his pants.

You pant softly, running your own hands over your breasts, groping your own flesh and pinching your nipples to taunt him on purpose. The sight of him undoing his cargos has you nearly drooling, eyes taking in that bit of hair that disappears into his boxers.

He swears as he looks at you, just watching until he gets his pants off, cock straining against the gray fabric of his boxers.

“You lil tease,” he grumbles, licking his lips as he crawls back over you. Your hands find his sides, humming and giggling at his words whilst flipping a hand around to palm over his length.

“Only when it’s you, mm?”

Rob hisses at the touch, hips eagerly fucking into your hand. He leans down and buries his head back into your neck, leaving more soft kisses there and licking over the marks he’s already left.

“You drive me crazy.”

Your hand squeezes over his shaft, thumbing over the head where a small wet spot has formed.

“I think your attitude today is testament to that.” Your free hand roams his bicep again, fingers slipping under the sleeve of his shirt.

He lets out a breathless sound when you rub your hand over his bulge, shuddering, His breath is hot against your neck, lips sucking another little hickey as he tries to form a response. “Can’t help it,” his voice is a bit shaky, “you were bossin’ me around in the car.”

You giggle again, tilting your head to press your lips to his temple, gasping as he grinds down into your palm, which makes you push on him harder.

“Aw, though y’liked it?” It’s a tease of course. You’re flushed from cheeks to neck, heart beating hard from the arousal you feel.

“Yeah.. yeah- I like it, baby.”

He huffs a low moan, arching his hips as his knees spread your legs further. “‘m so fucking hard.” He almost whines, pressing more eager kisses to your jaw.

You give his length another squeeze and then slide your hand to his hip, thumbing the elastic of his boxers. “Mm, then why don’t y’do somethin’ about it? You started it afterall.”

Rob groans low in his chest, lifting his head from the crook of your neck, “You’re being a little brat, y’know that?”

“Mmm,” you giggle, looking up at him, “and what’re you g’na do about it?” One of your nails trails along the skin of his navel, just above his waistband. Then, you drag it down over his cock.

“Jesus-”

His hips buck forward again, stomach clenching as he gives a little growl. The hand he isn’t using to hold himself up above you pets over your side, to your hip. “Think I need to remind you who’s in charge, baby.”

You flatten your hand on his stomach as he grinds into you, only the fabric of your underwear separating you two. Your back arches and you hook your thighs onto his hips again, whining.

“Nnnh- are you gonna fuck me or not?” Brat.

He gives another growled noise, letting out a breath of air against you as he sucks a bruise into the flesh at the base of your neck. He’s always love when you get all demanding, even if you get a little too lippy.

“Gonna shut that pretty mouth of yours,” he rumbles, hand moving up to your jaw and gripping it, tilting your head where he wants so you’re looking at him, “y’keep runnin’ it, princess.”

Oh, there it is. That makes your cheeks run hot, whimpering as you feel a gush of arousal between your thighs. Sure, you like riling him up and aggravating him, teasing and seeing how much you can get away with at times. That’s fun. But it’s more fun getting to deal with the consequences.

He grins, loving the reaction he gets out of you, the way you get all hot and embarrassed.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He drawls out, thumb rubbing the one side of your jaw before moving down to settle on your neck, “Not so mouthy now, huh baby?”

Rob gets the pleasure of watching your eyes roll, lids fluttering as your part your lips in a silent gasp. You shake your head in response to his question, a whiny little noise escaping your throat just from the weight of his hand there, heart pounding.

He tightens his grip, just barely squeezing on the sides of your throat. The press of his clothed cock onto your clit is enough to make you whimper again, the slow roll of his hips absolutely torturous.

“You gonna keep runnin’ that mouth of yours?”

You whimper pathetically, quickly shaking your head. Your hands paw on his arms whilst he grinds down, cheeks flaming with heat, caused by arousal, embarrassment and the slight strain of his hand on your neck.

A low chuckle escapes him, satisfied. You’re so good for him like this, listen so well when you need to. He gives a slight squeeze, making your head feel light, “No? No more lil comments?”

A choked out moan sounds from you, your panties fucking soaked by now. You shake your head again, barely able to.

He hisses at the noise you make, feeling his cock throb in his boxers. He lets his grip on your neck loosen just a little, before sliding his hand back to your jaw. This time, he slips his thumb into your mouth. “Gonna be good?”

You only get a half assed gasp for air before he invades your mouth, but you’re used to it and instinctively suckle on the digit, moaning a confirming noise to his question. You breathe heavier through your nose, tongue laving at the rough skin on his thumb.

Just the sight is enough to make him moan in satisfaction, his brain going fuzzy. He rocks his hips down again, brows moving up a bit, a little smile on his lips, “There you go.. that’s a good girl.”

Another whimper is drawn from you, breath stuttering as your eyes close for a moment. When they flutter open again, you take your hands down between the two of you and hook them into your panties, trying to get the ruined pair off.

He watches with a dark look, before he reaches down and nudges your hands out of the way, tsking. “Greedy, huh?”

You already miss the feeling of his finger in your mouth, whining softly as he roughly tugs your underwear down your thighs. “‘m sorry,” you whimper, eyes a bit hazy.

Good God, he tugs the thin fabric off your legs, eyes catching the sight of your cunt, soaking wet. Poor things even dripping down to your ass.

He’s gonna lose his damn mind. His hands smack on your hips, groping your skin as he guides your legs further apart, “Look at you, honey. All messy just for me.”

Your knees part instantly, drawing them up a bit with the help of his hands. You keep your eyes on him though, looking down as his own blues soak up the sight of you, like some new species he just found.

He just admires you, flushed and pink and needy. He gives both your thighs a squeeze, keeping them apart and he kneels down, pressing kisses to your navel. “Can’t wait to taste you,” he settles between your thighs.

That’s the last thing you expected, figuring he wouldn’t really draw this out. So hearing those words has your breath hitching and a little whine sounding out at the thought. He presses your knees almost to the bed, feeling the stretch of your hips.

One hand slides to your cunt, fingers trailing through your slick folds, thumbing over your hole with a happy groan. He’s gotta be a little mean though, so he keeps his touch light.

“So wet already, huh?”

The touch is electric, makes you jolt against his hold with a whimper, whining, “Yeah..”

Rob drags his thumb up over your clit, spreading that slick arousal all over as his feels his mouth water. He rubs little circles, “And why are you so wet?”

Another whimper, ashamed to feel slick dripping down over your hole. You look down at him with lidded eyes, “You- your fault..”

“Yeah? My fault?” He presses a kiss to the apex of your thigh and hip.

“Ahhnn- uh huh-” You’re gasping, nodding quickly. One of your hands comes down and lays overtop his on your thigh, wishing you could lace your fingers together.

He coos a little, before leaning down further and dragging his tongue though your folds, groaning at the taste of you. His hands go back to keeping you spread open, eyes watching as you smack a hand over your mouth to muffle the moan that escapes you, back arching.

He tastes you, lapping up the slick you’re leaking, his own moan rumbling in his chest. He licks up the mess only for it to be replaced in seconds, especially with the way he pulls back to spit on your cunt and dive right back in. His lips latch onto your clit and suckle gently, his hand coming back down to toy a finger at your entrance, just barely pushing in.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

When he does push his middle finger in, your pussy sucks it in greedily, desperate for it. You choke on a gasp, hand moving from his to the bed, gripping at it whilst pressing your other one onto your mouth harder. You pant through your nose, nodding quickly and pulling your fingers away only to whimper, “Yeah- Rob, oh my God.”

He grins into your cunt, practically making out with the slick skin. He presses his finger in deep, the backs of his other knuckles bumping into you with a slick noise. He sucks at your clit, tongue licking over it and making it swell with arousal before he lifts up.

“You like that, baby?”

Whimpering down at him, it takes a second to register his question, “Uh huh..”

Rob shakes his head, a little tsk sounding from him as he watches you try to squirm down onto his finger. “No, use your words,” he twists his hand so his palm faces up, curling his finger.

Your eyes are fuzzy, zeroed in on his hand. Your brows furrow and lips part with a soft gasp, heat blooming over your face.

“Daddy-”

Fuck. His eyes flutter with a moan, loving to hear you whimper out that name in that desperate little tone.

He can’t help but grin, “Yeah, that’s my girl..” he murmurs, barely thrusting his finger into you, “Wanna take another one?”

The pad of his digit presses into that spot that makes your clit ache from the inside, chest heaving with breaths. You nod quickly, “Uh huh- please..”

He gives a little chuckle, pulling his finger out to let his ring finger join the middle one, pushing them till his other knuckles are flush to your lips. He teases that sensitive spot inside, curling them up just barely before pulling back some, practically drooling at the sight.

“There we go..” he hums, watching the way your tits heave with breaths, how flustered you are, “my princess learnin’ to use her words, huh?”

The stretch has you squealing in delight, head falling back with a gasped whine, covering your mouth with both hands now because you’ll be way too loud if you don’t. You whimper, the condescending tone he uses making a shock run up your spine, blushing in embarrassment.

He watches as you silently beg with your eyes, watching you squirm down onto his fingers, feeling you clench down like you’re trying to keep him from pulling his fingers back.

He keeps those fingers there, deep, now unmoving except for the slightest curl, sighing, “Greedy little pussy. Think you need somethin’ bigger than my fingers, hm?”

You move your hands to give a pathetic cry, nodding eagerly as your toes curl. “Nngghh- Daddy-”

He’s torturing you, taking his sweet time, not touching you properly.

In reality, he’s literally just prepping you, but your mushy brain doesn’t understand that.

Another low rumble comes from deep in his chest, “I know, honey, I know..” he coos sympathetically, even though he’s the one doing this to you in the first place. “I’ll give you what you want, sweet thing.”

You sniff as he pulls his fingers out, barely registering the sight of him sucking the mess off before he gets to his feet. He admires the cute sight of you laid there, keeping your thighs open, hands curled against your chest as he sheds his shirt and then his boxers. God, he’s so fucking hard, precum beaded and smeared on the head of his cock, hung heavy in front of him.

Rob crawls back onto the bed, laying alongside you and tugging you close so your back is to his chest, “Hold your leg up for me,” he orders softly, one arm slipping under your head so his hand can grope at your tits and act as a little pillow for you.

You haaate this position, always makes your leg and hip sore afterwards when you have to do it yourself. Damned him, and damned you that you listen to him. Three fingers rub over your cunt once you’ve got your leg up, fingers digging into your thigh as you jerk back, whining.

He nuzzles into your neck, nosing your hair out of the way before pressing a kiss under your ear. He massages over your slit, spreading your slick, not that you need it. “There we go.. atta girl.”

You struggle to keep your leg up, eyes fluttering as you give a weak little moan. The embarrassing smack of your slick sounds in your ears, making your cheeks hotter with anticipation of getting fucked.

His fingers disappear and, Jesus Christ, you must black out because you blink and suddenly he’s balls deep, hips pressed to your ass. You squeal, free hand pawing at his arm around you as he squeezes your hip.

That same hand moves up to cover your mouth, groaning himself from the noise you made. “Shh shh, not so loud.” He doesn’t need you screaming and disturbing the other campsites.

His hand drifts under your breasts, flattening slightly on your stomach to hold you close, nuzzling your neck. He stays still to let you adjust, feeling your hole stretched out around him. The sensation makes your toes curl, held up leg resting your foot on his thigh for support, whining again into his palm. It feels like your lungs have been shrunken up, like you can barely breathe because your entire body is surrounded by him.

“Daddy-!” It’s muffled into the skin of his palm, his fingertips pressing into your cheek.

He gives a satisfied growl, licking at the side of your neck, suckling a mark he knows you’ll complain about later. “Jesus, so fuckin’ tight.”

He finally rolls his hips, dragging his cock out and then rutting back in, letting you feel how deep he reaches. “That’s it, sweet thing.”

A litany of whimpers and squealed noises are muffled by his hand, your free hand gripping his arm whilst the other struggles to keep your leg up, hooked under your knee.

He adores the noises you’re making, the control of keeping you still. He knows you’re desperate for it, but he wants to keep it dragged out just a bit longer. He fucks into you slow, a hard pace that has you clenching down on his dick with each thrust in.

“Taking my cock so good, honey.” He praises, moaning a sweet sound into your ear.

You can’t even think, ears ringing as he grinds in, a torturous back and forth and it feels like he’s in your guts in the most pleasurable way. He can’t help but laugh against your neck, amused by your whiny whimpers, like a wounded puppy dog. He keeps his hand over your mouth to muffle those desperate sounds, not wanting you to be too loud as he starts to pick up the pace.

And thank God he does so, because you’re squealing, a sharp cry cut off by his hand. You have to drop your thigh to hold onto his arm with both hands, feeling his larger one massage over your tit for purchase. He faintly hears a muffled ‘daddy!’ against his palm.

“Oh, fuck, that what you wanted?”

He’s laughing at you whilst fucking you, rude. You whine into his skin, and retaliate by nipping at his hand as your body jolts from the force of his thrusts, knee dropping fully onto the bed.

Rob only laughs harder though, grunting with the effort of fucking you. His hand moves off your mouth for half a second, long enough to smack at your cheek, drawing a yelp from you before covering your lips again. His cock nudges so deep it almost hurts, but he knows your body inside and out, like the back of his hand, so it borders just on painful pleasure.

He shifts his hand, pressing his fingers into your cheek, “Careful baby, don’t make me hold you down.”

The threatening tone he uses, and the mere idea of it has your cunt clenching on him, sucking him in needily, which just causes him to groan. He leans in more, crowding you, nuzzling your cheek, “Is that what you want? Daddy to hold you down so you can’t move?”

Your answer is reluctant for only a few moments, before you’re nodding against him, whimpering as your eyes try to look at him.

Rob gives a hum of approval with your answer, shifting on his knees to push your body into the bed, leaning onto you and spreading your thighs with his own, not once pulling out. The hand on your mouth stays, tight grip as you’re forced into the bed. A little scream is forced out of you with the change of position, his cock pressing into your g-spot with every thrust down now, making your eyes roll back. Your hands claw at the bed, desperate for something to hold onto.

Your back is forced into an arch, pushing up into him as he lays his weight on you, grunting into your ear.

“Taking Daddy so good, baby..”

Your eyes flutter shut, physically unable to do anything but take his cock, only able to wiggle your feet and hands as he cages you in. He’s fucking you into the mattress with a strong force, skin slapping against skin. Small, unintelligible pleas of yes, Daddy, please, all muffled into his hand.

He can’t help but laugh again, groaning into your hair, gasping himself with how you grip his cock like a vice, like you were made for it. “That good, princess?”

The slick noises of his balls smacking your clit has your head spinning, his taunting little words making it worse, obviously knowing you can’t talk. Still, you nod the best you can.

Rob coos, “You love this, being all helpless under Daddy?”

Your feet kick against the bed a little, feeling like your entire body is on fire. The coil in your belly is tightening, up and up..

You give a flurry of whimpered noises, nodding again as you drag a hand down the bed to rub at your clit.

Except he gives a growl, hand leaving your mouth to grab your wrist, holding it down in its previous position against the bed. “Ah ah, no touching. You’re gonna cum like this.”

The second his hand is off your mouth, you’re wailing into the bed, “Please-!” Your hand flexes in his grasp, wiggling, but it’s no use.

“You wanna cum, baby?”

Nodding eagerly, panting for air to fill your lungs. “Yes! Yes- fuck, yes Daddy-” Your toes curl in anticipation, because that climax is building, and building, and building..

Then he slows his hips down, grinding in slow, relishing in the whimpered sob you give as your orgasm fades away from view. His cock throbs in you, listening to those sweet noises as you whimper a little ‘no’. “Beg for it, princess. Beg me for it.”

You groan, sniffling, babbling with a slight slur to your tone, “Daddy- wanna- ah! Wanna cum.. please, please let me.”

Rob always loves hearing you beg, makes his cock leak in you, that cute whiny tone you know makes him give in. He’s sure if you were facing him that you’d be batting your eyelashes.

“Who’s a good girl?”

You moan pitifully, whining into the bed, smearing drool on your chin, “Me-“ Your cunt clenches on his cock, liking the way he talks to you like a dog. “I am..”

His other hand moves up, tangling into your hair and yanking your head up a bit, your neck craning with the movement. “Whose girl are you, baby?”

“Ahh-“ A strained whine escapes from the position, “Daddy’s- ‘m Daddy’s..”

He groans into your neck, rutting in slow and hard, “Fuck. That’s right, you’re Daddy’s girl, aren’t you?”

You try to nod but it’s difficult with how tightly he holds your hair. The slight pain brings tears to your eyes, whining, “Please, wan’- want Daddy t’make me cum.. please.”

You plead so sweetly, so cute, how can he say no?

Rob can’t help the way his breath hitches, cock throbbing in your heat as he thrusts in again, grunting. He picks up the pace just a little, nosing your ear, “I guess you’ve earned it, hm?”

His hips start smacking into your ass again before you can response, little ‘uh, uh, uh’s being fucked out of you as he returns to that hard, quick pace, panting in your ear.

Having it ripped away from you once makes the impending orgasm come that much quicker, “Da- ah! Please, please can I cum?”

Rob grins, panting hoarsely with a little smack of his tongue, “Go on baby, be a good girl for me ‘nd cum, okay? Cum on my cock.”

A pitiful little ‘thank you’ escapes you as your body tenses up and then trembles, orgasm crashing over you. Your cunt clenches down on him, dripping onto the blanket in a thin string as his balls smack into your clit.

You must leave your body for a second, because next time you breathe in, all you feel is him grinding in slow and hard, filling you with his cum, groaning some mumbled praise against your neck with your face pushed into the bed.

An entire twenty seconds are spent rutting into you, slow, working both of your bodies through cumming, hearts pounding as one. His hand pets your hair away, pressing little kisses to your cheek and temple, “Feel good, baby?”

You mumble a barely coherent noise in response, thighs shaking. The aftershocks have you shuddering, pussy weakly clenching on him. Whining, you pant hard, needing air in your heated lungs.

He finally lets go of your wrist, leaning up on his knees a bit more and slipping his cock from you. It pulls a weak whine from your throat, feeling the mess of cum and slick drip out of you, something he watches greedily whilst spreading your ass to enjoy the view. He leans down and presses a kiss to one cheek, smacking the other before he flops down onto the bed next to you. Hands curl on your skin, pulling you onto his chest as you both catch your breath.

You’re quiet even after a minute or so, and he chuckles breathlessly, “Daddy worked you out good, huh, princess?”

You nuzzle further into his neck, skin slick with sweat and a bit of drool smeared on your chin. You mumble something he doesn’t quite catch, but one word sounds an awful lot like ‘daddy’.

Rob smiles, heart calming down now as his one hand ghosts up and down your back in idle patterns. He tilts his head to your temple, kissing the skin there, “Speak up, couldn’t hear you.”

You grumble another noise, snuggling into him despite how hot you both are, hand curling against his chest. He tsks, patting your upper arm before sliding his hand to hold your own, “Come on, use your words.”

Another whiny breath, sighing out, “Love you.. Daddy..”

Oh, so cute, his heart aches. He coos and kisses your temple again, “I love you, baby. Daddy loves you.”

Wore out, sweaty and in desperate need of a nap, you’re already falling asleep.

So much for going to the store.

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 4 - The Interrogation

This chapter is pretty dialogue heavy to cover some middle ground. Also my finger slipped and some smut copy and pasted itself onto the end, whoopsie.

On a serious note, there are discussions in this chapter regarding divorce, custody battles etc, and poor relationships with parents and their partners, which I know can be triggering for some people. I was raised solely by my mum who did an incredible job and have no contact with my dad, so it's been interesting to explore the dynamic between reader and her dad.

Chapter warnings: (MDI) 18+ only, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, swearing, consensual use of the word slut.

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You awake groggy and disoriented, your alarm clock beeping incessantly, slapping the snooze button groaning at the bright sunlight streaming through the window, you burrow back down under the covers. Rolling onto your back you stretch out noticing a heaviness in your limbs not too dissimilar to a pulled muscle after running track, but it was the slight dull ache between your legs that made you smile.

There was something sinful in the way it made you feel, knowing what had caused it, knowing it was going to happen again, assuming Eddie hadn't woken up screaming in regret. And there was the enigma himself; Eddie Munson. On paper Eddie was not your type; metal head, underachiever, drug dealer, troublemaker, potentially needed a good wash, dressed like he'd fallen into the lost property box of an Iron Maiden concert…

Steve Harrington was your type; pretty boy, immaculately groomed, athletic, caring, funny, trendy.

  But, even in your wildest fantasies about Steve you hadn't dreamt about half of the things you actually did with Eddie in the space of 2 hours. No, fantasy Steve was all about making deep and meaningful love to you on feather beds, not fucking you in the middle of the street, or eating you out in the back of a beat up van.

Fantasy Steve called you sweetheart in an adoring way, when Eddie called you sweetheart it went straight to your cunt. 

Warmth blossoms in your belly, remembering the sensation of Eddie suckling at your clit, the way his cock stretched you as he rutted against you. With a deep sigh you put your hand down to your panty covered mound, only for your alarm to start beeping shrilly once again.

"Alright, alright I'm up." You say to no one in particular, turning off the alarm and heading into the bathroom.

"Oh sweet Jesus, no." You catch sight of yourself in the mirror and are horrified, pulling the neck of your sleep tee down for a better look. Hickey's . Hundreds, if not thousands, ok three. Three hickey's proudly adorning your neck and chest, the darkest and largest on the right side of your throat far above where any item of clothing could cover. Mentally cursing Eddie with every fibre of your being, you scramble about for your tube of concealer, you wouldn't ordinarily wear makeup to work but today was definitely going to be an exception.

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Try as you might, and oh boy were you trying, you couldn't completely make the mark disappear but at least it looked more like a smudge of dirt now as opposed to 'look at me I got attacked by a vampire!' You were going to kill Eddie when you saw him, making another amendment to the pact in your head, no visible hickey's without prior approval .

Your work shirt mercifully covered the remaining two blotches he had sucked into the skin of your chest, and whilst your inner thighs and hip bones had also received the Eddie special, it was still early April and not quite warm enough for shorts season so you could wear pants without suspicion.

Concealing the mega-hickey had taken up most of your time, so it was in a flurry of movement you entered the kitchen, still tugging on socks, waistcoat half on, shucking open a pack of Pop Tarts with your teeth and ramming them in the toaster. 

  "Forget to set your alarm?" Your Dad asks pointedly, making you jump, he was sitting at the kitchen island sipping a cup of coffee and working on a crossword puzzle.

"Uh, I just lost track of time." You answer, hissing as you pull the hot pastries out.

"You seem to be doing that a lot." He says, giving you the same look as last night, like he was x-raying you.

You didn't trust yourself to respond so bit into the scalding Pop Tart instead with a pained shrug.

"Are you wearing makeup?" He asks suddenly, staring at you in confusion, you choke around your mouthful, zooming past him stopping only to plant a crumb covered kiss on his cheek.

"Gotta go Dad, bye!" You call thickly, racing out the door.

Wheeling your push bike out of the garage you cast a longing whine at your Dad's car, you had yet to pass your driving test, but even when you did your Dad had made it clear you would not be using his pride and joy a cherry red 1968 Chevrolet Chevelle, so for now you were stuck using your rusty but trusty pedal bike.

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Family Video was only a 15 minute ride from your house but it felt like an hour, the tenderness between your legs making itself known from the minute you sat on the broken down seat.

"Fucking Munson." You wince with a groan, locking the bike outside the building.

  Entering the currently empty store you wander over to the Westerns section thinking a Clint Eastwod night with your Dad might be a good way to stop him from taking too much of an interest in your personal life. You pull out the Dollars Trilogy, as a hand grabs your shoulder making you scream.

"Oh good you're not dead." Robin glared at you with a highly pissed expression.

"Jeez Robin you scared the shit out of me!" You complain holding your chest.

"Well now you know how I felt when you disappeared last night, where the hell were you?" She asks, hands on her hips. 

You were cornered, it hadn't even occurred to you to come up with an explanation for your absence from the party and Robin was not the type of person to let something go without a fight, the two weeks you were away visiting your Mom last Summer had her translating Russian and exposing a secret KGB science experiment; so you didn’t have a hope in hells chance.

You hated yourself for doing it but a classic 'Steve pity party’ play was the best way to throw her off the scent, laying it on thick you let your shoulders slump sadly, sighing deeply.

  "I'm sorry Rob, seeing Steve and Nancy it just kinda killed my buzz, you're right though I should have told you I was going home. I'm-"

"OH MY GOD, YOU GOT LAID!" She shrieks, grabbing your shoulders.

"What?! No I didn't!" You hiss, heart hammering wondering if your concealer had melted off, you were going to sue Cover Girl, ‘ all day wear’ my ass.

"Oh you so did!" She laughs loudly, positively vibrating with excitement.

"Robin, would you shut up !" You whisper frantically, Steve could be anywhere and you did not want him to hear.

  You knew the only way to appease her would be to give her some form of the truth, whilst it would mean admitting you had sex, you could just say it was some random guy at the party, she didn't need to know it was Eddie. You shove the videos back onto the shelf, grabbing her hand, pulling her behind the curtain into the adult section, the irony not lost on you.

"Ok, yes, you're right I hooked up with someone but-"

"YES! I KNEW IT!"

"ROBIN!" You chastise, covering her mouth with your palm, which she answers with a lick much to your disgust.

"Ew, you're so gross." You complain, wiping your hand on her waistcoat, undeterred she launched her interrogation. 

"Was he at the party? Does he go to our school? Do I know him? Is he hot? Was it good?" She asks you at a dizzying speed.

“Which one do you want me to answer first?” You query, desperate to keep her volume below foghorn.

“The most important one obviously, was it good?” Her grin is contagious, and you find yourself smiling in spite of your worry about being found out, once again your mind conjures up visions of Eddie, licking, biting, sucking, thrusting.

“Wow…” Robin breathes out staring at you with a slight jealousy.

“I didn’t say anything yet.” You laugh.

“You didn’t have to, the look on your face was enough.”

You both lapse into giggles, the teenager in you wanting nothing more than to gossip with your best friend.

  “So, do I know him?” She asks again, eyes sparkling in curiosity.

“No, you don’t know him, he's just a random guy, friends with the older brother of some of the jocks who were there.” You were impressed with the lie, vague but with enough details to make it sound real.

"Wait, so if he’s older and doesn’t go to our school, is he a college guy?” She grabs your shoulders again. “Holy shit did you hook up with a college guy?"

"Who hooked up with a college guy?" 

This time you both scream in fright, Steve pulling back the privacy curtain.

  "Some girl."

"She did!"

You and Robin answer at the same time; your stomach drops, heart catapulting up into your mouth, you stare at her open mouthed in abject horror.

"You hooked up with a college guy?" Steve asks in surprise, an odd look on his face.

"Uh, yeah." You mumble, scuffing your sneakers against the linoleum, your face burning with embarrassment.

“Well, uh, hey good for you.” He says, the smile seeming forced. “We should probably open up.” 

***

It was an abysmally slow Sunday shift, why Keith insisted on having all three of you in you would never know, there had only been one customer in the last 45 minutes and you were beginning to lose the will to live staring aimlessly out the window from behind the counter.

“Hey.” Steve came up with a boxful of tapes.

“Hi.” You reply leaning back against the countertop trying to act casual, but your heart was already racing, brain steadily filling with a kind of fluffy static, Robin referred to these episodes as ‘having the Harringtons’. “Are these returns for going back out?” You ask rooting about in the box.

“Yeah, I thought it might help kill some time.” He smiles, running a carefree hand through his god-like hair; your heart sputters and you think you might faint so you quickly distract yourself,  pulling out five tapes at a time, checking they’ve been rewound.

  “So, it sounds like you had a good time last night.” He says, coming around the counter to help you with the task, his proximity making your hands shake.

“Uh- yeah, it was fun.” You answer lamely, mind going blank as it so often did around Steve, putting a half rewound copy of Fast Times At Ridgemont High to one side

“Gotta say, I’m surprised, you’re so shy, didn't think you had it in you.” He didn’t say it like it was a bad thing, in fact he almost sounded impressed?

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” You reply with a small smile, leaning across him to grab some more tapes from his pile.

“Evidently not.” He laughs and you feel goosebumps erupt up your arms at the sound.

“So, you gonna see this guy again?” He asks, logging some data onto the computer system.

“Do you think I should see him again?” You don’t know why you ask him, the words tumbling out like vomit before you can stop them.

He turns to look at you fully and you’re trapped under the weight of his gaze, mouth going dry, he stretches a little and you catch a glimpse of his happy trail, you were definitely ‘having the Harringtons’ again.

“It’s not really up to me honey.” He answers kindly, Honey, sweet Jesus, he's trying to kill you. “Do you like him?”

  The question threw you, you had spent so much of the day talking to Robin about the made up mystery man that you had almost disassociated Eddie from the entire situation, but now his face was all you could see.

“I haven’t really thought about it.” You say, while a little voice in your brain whispers 'Liar'

“Yeah I guess you only met him yesterday huh? Well so long as you’re having fun, that’s the main thing.” Steve smiles encouragingly, patting you on the shoulder.

"Yep, fun." You mumble with a nob, grabbing some more tapes.

***

  5pm rolls around like a slug stuck in glue, the three of you desperate to get out of the store. 

Shoving the Dollars trilogy into the basket of your bike, you set off with a wave, Robin calling after you as she clambers into Steve’s BMW.

“See you at school you hussy, I've not finished grilling you!”

“Bye!” You yell back with a laugh.

The ride home was refreshing after being cooped up all day, and you were pleased to note the soreness between your legs had all but disappeared, you whistle as you wheel your bike up the driveway looking forward to a quiet evening with your dad.

  “I’m home and I've brought Mr Eastwood with me.” You call traipsing through the front door VHS’s in hand,  toeing your sneakers off. “Dad?”

“In here Sprout.” Your Dad calls back from the den, you slouch in, flopping onto the couch next to him, leaning into his side. “Good day kiddo?”

“Slow, but looky looky, and I thought we could order pizza?” You say with a smile shaking the tapes at him, he smiles back taking A Fistful of Dollars but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You ask warily, somehow already knowing what his answer would be.

“Your mom called.” And there it was. “She’d like you to go up for a weekend next month.” He says, focusing intensely on the back of the video description like he hadn’t seen the film 100 times before.

“Why?” You snap.

He sighs deeply, putting the tape onto the coffee table.

“Because she’s your mom, and she would like to see you.” He replies in a measured tone.

“But it’s not summer, the agreement was 2 weeks every summer break and every other Christmas.” You know you’re being needlessly difficult, petulant even but you feel the indignation rising.

“That was the minimum, she is well within her rights to see you as often as she wants to.” He reminds you carefully.

“I don’t care, she gave up her rights the minute she walked out on us!” You shout, standing from the couch, gazing furiously at your father. “You’ve already agreed haven’t you?” You ask accusingly.

His shoulders slump, running an exasperated hand over his careworn face.

“Yes Sprout I have.” He murmurs tiredly. “Your flight to Chicago is booked for Memorial Day weekend.”

“Unbelievable.” You huff, storming out of the room, stomping louder than necessary on the stairs.

“Hey, what about the pizza.” He calls after you.

“Eat it yourself, I'm not hungry!” You yell slamming your bedroom door, locking it for good measure.

  You strip off your uniform, pulling on a worn flannel shirt and some sleep shorts all the while cursing under your breath, furious with your dad but even more so with your mom. Maybe you could beg Keith to give you extra shifts that weekend so you wouldn’t have to go, already knowing your dad would put a stop to it, likely calling Keith tomorrow to clue him in.

You slam the play button on your stereo, Fleetwood Mac’s - Storms filling the air from where you had last left off on the cassette, you were feeling guilty now, regretting taking your anger out on your dad, you’re just about to swallow your pride and apologise when your phone rings.

“Robin, I'm really not in the mood to discuss my sexual exploits any further tonight.” You say snapping into the receiver, plopping onto your bed.

"Uhh, hi." Came Eddie's confused voice. You feel your cheeks turn pink, cringing, having completely forgotten that he said he would call.

"Oh! Hi, sorry I thought you were -"

"Robin, yeah I gathered." He chuckles lightly. "Been gossiping about me sweetheart? I wondered why my ears had been burning all day.” 

“What? No! Well sort of…” You ramble. “Robin somehow guessed I'd gotten laid, but I didn’t tell her it was you, just some random guy at the party.”

“Just some random guy huh? Was this random guy any good?” God you can practically hear the smirk.

  You lean back against your headboard, placing the phone more comfortably in your lap so you could play with the cord.

“I’ve had better.” You say nonchalantly with a smile.

“Fucking liar.” Eddie laughs. “So you ok, you sounded pretty pissed when you answered?” He asks.

“Just family stuff.” You shrug, not wanting to go into it, but for the second time today you appeared to have word vomit. “It’s my mom, she wants me to visit next month.”

“And I take it that’s a problem?” He queries.

“You could say that. It’s complicated…” You trail off wondering if you should be going into all of this with Eddie, then you remembered Rule 3 - Communication. “She left when I was 10. She worked for a pharmaceutical company and met this heart surgeon, Phil.” You couldn’t keep the contempt out of your voice.

“Ah.” Eddie says in understanding. “And Phil is a massive dick right?”

You laugh, twirling the cord around your finger.

“The biggest.” You concede. “But he’s only part of the problem. It was a really messy divorce, my dad had a heart attack halfway through from the stress. When it came to custody of me I'd already made up my mind that I was staying with Dad, but my mom didn’t even fight for me; she was already pregnant and living a brand new life with her perfect surgeon. In the end it was settled. I got to live with dad permanently but have to stay with Mom for 2 weeks every summer and spend every other Christmas with her.” You heave a deep sigh, the sting of abandonment resurfacing.

“So, how come she wants to see you next month?” Eddie asks, and you’re honestly surprised that he paid attention to what you had been saying.

“No idea.” You mumble. 

  “My old man writes to me sometimes, asking me to visit him in prison, but I never go, I hate him for what he put my mom through.” He says, you knew from the high school gossip chain that Eddie’s dad was in prison and his mom passed away during his middle school years, so he lives with his uncle in Forest Hills Trailer Park. “Parents huh?” He adds with a wry snort.

You feel bad for bitching about having to see your mom when he probably would do anything to see his, you shift uncomfortably, biting your lip.

“Sorry Eds, I didn’t mean to dump on you.”

“Hey, it’s cool princess, everyone needs to let off steam once in a while.” He soothes. “Anyway, what are you wearing?” He asks, putting on a seedy voice.

“God, you’re such a pervert Munson.” You laugh.

“If I remember correctly, you were the one who came when I called you a slut last night.” He says teasingly and you feel your face flush with colour. “I gotta say baby, I've been thinking about your pussy all day.”

“Eddie.” You warn breathlessly, trying to ignore the spark of arousal in your belly.

“What are you doing right now?” He asks you, his tone lower than before.

“I’m in bed.” You say, fingers wrapping and unwrapping the telephone cord nervously.

“Touch yourself for me.” He says suddenly.

“Eddie I can’t, my dad is downstairs.” You hiss.

“You’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you sweetheart.” His voice goes straight to your cunt.

  Heart hammering, you get up checking your door is properly locked, creeping back your bed you lay down once more, hand resting on your stomach,  receiver propped up to your ear by your pillows. 

“I’ve never done this before.” You admit shyly.

“I’m guessing you never had sex in public before last night either, but there’s a first time for everytime.” He laughs. “We can stop though, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He adds seriously.

“No, I want to.” You mumble, allowing your fingers to drift downwards slipping under the waistband of your shorts and panties.

“Good girl.” He praises. “Are you touching yourself?”

“Uh huh.” You tease your slit softly, surprised at how wet you were already, fingertips coming 

away warm and slick, moving back up to lightly circle your bud.

“Are you wet?” He asks, and you hear the chinking of a belt buckle on his end.

“Yes, i-i’m rubbing my clit.”

“Oh sweetheart.” He coos, his breathing picking up slightly. “I want you to pinch your nipples for me at the same time, can you do that for me princess?”

“Y-yes.” You whisper, your free hand unbuttoning your shirt to your naval, fingers pinching first at your left breast then right. “Feels good.”

“I bet it does.” Eddie groans softly. “What are you thinking about, baby?”

You bite back a low whine, hips rocking a little as you dip a finger back into your tight heat.

“You Ed’s, thinking about how you tongue fucked me.” You gasp, too turned to feel any kind of embarrassment.

“Mm, you tasted so good sweetheart, I can’t wait to get between your thighs again. Jesus baby, you’ve got me so hard.” He moans.

“I wish you were here Eddie, want you to fuck me.” You whimper, sliding a second finger into your cunt, your other hand rubbing more insistently at your swollen clit.

“Fuck-” He chokes out, and you can hear the slick pumping of his cock. “Me too princess, wanna fuck you so badly.”

  “What would you do to me?” You ask barely above a whisper, hips canting up in earnest to meet your fingers. 

“I’d fuck you from behind, on all fours, see that perfect ass bouncing back against my cock.” He groans. “You want me to take you from behind sweetheart?”

You bite back a sob, fresh arousal coating your fingers. “Please Eddie.”

“Such a good girl for me, maybe i’ll come visit you in work soon, fucking bend you over the counter.” He pants, a small whine escaping your throat. “Shit you like that?” He laughs incredulously. “Is that what you want baby, my little slut wanting to get fucked where anyone could see again?”

“Y-yes. Fuck Eddie i’m so close.” You cry softly, fingers strumming faster.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m going fuck your sweet cunt so hard tomorrow.” He sighs. “Gonna fuck you so deep you’ll feel my cock in your belly.”

“You will?” You ask, feeling your orgasm start to crest.

“It’s a fucking promise.” He growls.

  “Fuck, fuck, Eddie i’m gonna cum.” You pant desperately, heat spreading from your toes in an unstoppable wave. 

“Yes, cum for me sweetheart, I wanna hear you cum.” He pleads, your breath catches pleasure shooting up your spine, exhaling on a broken sob. “G-good girl, fuck i’m -” He cuts off,  hearing him working his slick cock for all it’s worth, you whimper along with him teasing aftershocks from your throbbing cunt. 

“Cum for me Eddie, please.” You beg, he groans loudly almost feral in your ear, both of you breathing heavily down the phone.

“You ok?” You ask after a few moments, still listening to him panting. “Eds?”

“Shit, sorry sweetheart, I think I blacked out for a second.” He wheezes and you burst into fits of giggles.

“That good huh?” You ask proudly, sitting up in bed.

“Incredible. You’re incredible” He says softly, you smile a different type of warmth blooming in your chest, before you can respond there’s a soft knock on your door making you jump.

  “Sprout, you awake? Pizza’s here if you’re hungry.” He calls.

“Uh, yeah give me a minute Dad, I'm just on the phone to Robin.” You answer, quickly moving off the bed.

“Ok kiddo, tell Robin I said Hi.” He says, you wait until you can hear him on the stairs before talking again. 

“Eddie, I gotta go.” You say.

“Pizza, yeah I heard.” He responds still sounding out of breath. “See you tomorrow princess, that’s a promise.”

Taglist: @avalon-wolf

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Fill Your Void With Open Thighs

Summary: Crowded or not, Luke doesn't care

A/N: You guys know the drill; NSFW 18+ because here, we like it spicy ;)

It’s another Luke drabble that was living rent free in my brain so I figured I'd share.

As always, my darling soul sister, @ken-dom, thank you for the beta read and endless support and reassurance! Although…I still think you’re biased. 🩷

Enjoy my loves!

He pulled you against him leaning to take a drink from the cup in your hand making you almost trip up the stairs. You pouted “Hey!”

He stopped on the stairs, took your face in his hands and kissed you passionately much to the dismay of the young couple coming up the steps behind you.

You spilled the popcorn with a giggle, your full hands not able to do much but keep everything from dropping to the floor.

You pried your lips from his with a laugh leaning into his shoulder.

“Luke, Jesus”

He pulled back with the smirk you fell in love with, his thumb wiping the smudge of red lipstick from your cheek.

Your cheeks flushed a deeper red under his scrutiny.

“Control yourself” you whispered with a smile as he took the drink from you, and you turned to climb the stairs to the top.

“Never” he breathed against your ear, his free hand sliding up the back of your skirt making you squeak with surprise, spilling more popcorn.

“Luke!” You whispered harshly, swatting his hand away as you sat in the farthest pair of chairs.

The theatre went dark and Luke's hand immediately found its way to your knee.

“Luke, no” you shook your head and he didn't hesitate in the slightest. You grabbed his hand, stopping it from creeping further up your thigh. “It's packed in here”

He leaned closer, his mouth attaching to your neck, sucking harshly, making you breathe a soft moan.

He hummed with approval, smiling against your neck.

The movie had started and you could care less about it; Luke's hand sliding up under your skirt, shamelessly with ease.

He pulled back with a moan, his fingers discovering your little surprise.

He chuckled softly, his mouth hot and hungry against your neck. “Good girl”

You pulled your bottom lip against your teeth fighting back a moan as you thrust your hips against his hand.

“Tell me what's going on”

You swallowed hard, turning to look at him breathing harder. “What?”

“The movie,” he smiled with a mischievous glint in his eye, even in the darkness. “Tell me about it”

“I…uh” you stammered trying to focus on anything but his fingers thrusting in and out of you, or his mouth sucking on your skin. “S-stuff”

He laughed coyly against your neck as you squeezed your knees closed around his hand.

He wedged your legs apart, knocking the bag of popcorn on the floor.

You watched as he slid from his seat, kicking the spilled popcorn out of his way.

“What are you-”

“Shh” he looked up at you with a wink.

He scooted you to the edge of your seat, pushing your knees apart as he ducked his head between your thighs making you gasp, gripping the arms of the seat.

He kissed the inside of your thighs, your fingers disappearing into his bleach blond mop of hair, your fingernails scraping against his scalp.

He moaned against your core, tonguing your clit. Making you jerk your hips forward with a moan, pulling his hair hard.

You spread your legs, wrapping them around his hunched form.

“G-god Luke, p-please” you begged

He was relentless. Sucking, licking and biting, bringing you closer to your orgasm. Your legs shuddered, one hand pulling on his hair, the other pressed hard into your mouth.

He lapped up everything you gave him as you moaned too loud.

You were certain it was drawing the attention of the people around you. Luke slid back into his seat licking his lips like he had just finished his favourite meal. Making the woman sitting next to him raise her eyebrows questioningly but she kept quiet.

He took your face in both hands, kissing you deeply, his tongue tasting like you.

You sucked on his bottom lip breathing against his mouth, your hand finding its way into his grass, oil stained jeans.

Your teeth scraped against his jaw, your lipstick leaving a red stained trail in its wake.

You breathed hard against his neck, his cock twitching in your hand. He groaned as you trapped his earlobe between your teeth, his release spilling over your hand and dripping to the floor.

You wiped your hand clean on the thigh of his jeans with a smirk. You had thought that would be enough, but you should have known better, Luke was insatiable.

Almost immediately after having tucked himself back into his jeans, leaving them unbuttoned of course, his slender tattooed fingers crept up under the hem of your baggy t-shirt. You gasped, grabbing your chest to keep from groping you any further.

“Lucas, please” you whispered through clenched teeth and this made him pull back with a raised eyebrow

“Lucas?” he repeated shaking his head

“Absolutely fucking not” he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear making you shiver “Besides, you’re the one who isn’t wearing a bra, what do you expect me to do?”

You pulled your bottom lip against your teeth with a small laugh as your grip on his hand under your shirt loosened slightly, his fingers immediately start tweaking your nipples making you gasp taking in a breath before you speak “Behave yourself”

His fingers were relentless, first one side, then the other. Your nipples going hard under the soft cotton of his t-shirt as you leaned into his shoulder, biting gently to muffle your cries.

“I am” he whispered against the shell of your ear “Just wait until we get home”

[welcometololaland]

Fic Rec Friday - Round Up Part 3

Thanks to everyone who participated this week - the theme was: rec a fic starting with the same letter as your name / username. I have a list below, but I only included ones people tagged me in or ones I could find from the #fic rec friday tag. If I've missed any, please let me know!

Please read at your own discretion. Heed tags and ratings on each individual fic. Keep yourself safe, friends!

Also PSA - the rec lists were super long this week so i'm so sorry if i have stuffed up a link or accidentally put someone in the wrong category!

Red White and Royal Blue

Camp Llwynywermod by bleedingballroomfloor

Cinnamon & Earl Grey by @everwitch-magiks

Come Fly With Me by politics_and_prose

Competent Guardians of Horny Little Miscreants by M0ssPiglet

confess my truth (in swooping, sloping cursive) by viciouslyqueer

confessional by @visionsofdystopia

count the stars and constellations by @everwitch-magiks

countermelody by @omgcmere

Faster, Higher, Stronger by @everwitch-magiks

For all the world to see by @everwitch-magiks

For One Night Only by @indomitable-love

forever yrs, for evermore. by @indomitable-love

forgiveness (can you imagine) by viciouslyqueer

Hashtag Soulmates by @everwitch-magiks

Jesus Take the Helm by @clottedcreamfudge

Love is Thai food and crepe paper by @clottedcreamfudge

Reclamation by @indomitable-love

Sink Beneath the Waves by @indomitable-love

Snowed in? Snow problem by @rmd-writes

The Bet by bleedingballroomfloor

The Royal Wedding Stylist Breaks Down Prince Henry & Duke Alex Claremont-Diaz’s Looks by th0ughts

thirst tweets & mean tweets [for approval] by loveonpurpose

Schitt's Creek (so many this week from this fandom! we love to see it)

(A) Simple Complication by @nontoxic-writes

Anything for Us by @wordthieve

camera shy by @hudders-and-hiddles

Catalyst by reallyfxkingpretty

coloring outside the lines by olivebranchesandwine

Coming Home by @colourcodedbinders

coming up close against your skin by @yourbuttervoicedbeau

Decisions, Decisions (series) by MoreHuman

Designated Grape by @landofsonlali

FratPat by didipickles

Hook, Line, and Sinker by @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3

Hurry Down the Chimney Tonight by @mostlyinthemorning

I Think She Knows by @vulcanscully

If/Then by ishandahalf

Just for You by @beaiola

Just Leave A Message by @chelle-68

Just the Business Guy by @oneblueumbrella

Landing It (series) by @petalwritesx

Leaning In by @dinnfameron

Love at First Taste by @deenerann

Marcy's Girls by @tyfinn

Marcy's Innocent Questions by @characterassassination-at-9am

May Showers by @a-noble-dragon

Meet You at the Wobbly Elm by @agoodpersonrose

one kiss at a time... (series) byb startswithhope

Red, White & Royal Blue Jays by @grapehyasynth

Room Nine is a Wormhole by @stereopticons

Running on empty by @vivianblakesunrisebay

Secrets & lies by @hippolotamus

Spirit of the Season by @rosedavid

Sustineo by @rockinhamburger

Tahiti by resilient_rose

The Last Rose Video by @distractivate

The Seven Husbands of Alexis Rose by @sarahlevys and @hagface

We stood as steady as the stars by foxtails

Stranger Things

takes a village by alchemystique

took you for a working boy by pukner

Star Trek

Watching the Watcher by stillwaters01

Star Wars

Tomorrow (there'll be more of us) by dimircharmer

Teen Wolf

The Well of Living Waters by kalpurna

The Man from UNCLE

Careful of the Company You Keep by @alienfuckeronmain

Closer and closer by @heytheredeann

Young Royals

King (Under Your Control) by @cinnamoncoffees

[horizon-verizon]

If Rhaena gets Sheepstealer then, as far as the book go, that confirms it for me that Nettles really was Daemon’s biological daughter. But in HOTD, instead of bonding with his bastard daughter, Daemon will bond with Rhaena, his trueborn daughter. Laena asking Daemon about their daughters made me realize. Daemon is going to take Rhaena with him, train her in dragonriding arts, and they’ll become closer. She’ll want to step up for her father before they face Aemond and Vhagar, but he sends her away to protect her. Doesn’t make me like the idea more or accept Nettles being cut (because wow, way to just remove one of the only canon black characters IN the original story, and combining two Black women’s stories without understanding how each of them are completely different but both entirely necessary to the story) but as far as just wanting to make a show and not faithfully adapt the book ? Eh. It gets the job done.

rhaenin-time writes in this post's comments about the writers likely making Rhaenyra's later "madeness" into a more shocking spectacle by making her turn against Rhaena & having Rhaenyra turning against Rhaena nonsensical even for the show.

a) IF you are the first adapting a story, the aim should be to tell the original story as it is as best you can without undermining the themes, the plot-time-event sequence, and characterizations...since those make the story. ARE the story. Later adaptations can come in with their alternative storylines, etc. if they wish, but the point of wanting to see the story that you encounter made live....is to see that story made live.

Sometimes you need to make some changes because time constraints, production costs, or you find that you can cut some stuff/add others and the point of an original event from the original has both similar enough WEIGHT and the similar enough MEANING that the audience mostly understands the point of. However, HotD doesn't do these. So I do not see why "as far as just wanting to make a show and not faithfully adapt the book" was supposed to endear or pacify me to such changes? All it looks here is that they think Rhaena and Nettles are interchangeable & the story remains the same....which it does not and it is very obvious why when you read the book.

b) It never made sense for Daemon to treat his daughter, Rhaena, the way he did. That was forced drama. So for him to now have to finally bond with his own daughter from his Black wife only after she has a dragon presents a Daemon who has his come-to-Jesus moment way too late into his arc...he's supposed to come to himself and what he wants in his marriage to Laena.

And no I don't really care abt them having to follow their own bad choices bc of all the costs. Those choices were their own when they had options, therefore we still have the room and right to continue criticizing their later decisions that come from earlier ones. They also decided to be the ones directing this adaptation.

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below is just a reiteration of why I would never approve of a Rhaena-Nettles merge in any adaptation:

c) Rhaena has trouble hatching her egg; after Rhaenyra & Aegon die and Aegon III ascends, Rhaena's egg finally hatches thus representing some sort of hope and new beginnings but she cannot use said dragon to protect her brother as a war machine and thus still relies on her diplomacy and plotting w/Baela and Alyn Velaryon to do so. It also ensures that their house, for longer, out of the direction of other greedy houses like the Hightowers and the Peakes. However, she at least had the privilege to have access to a eggs to one day bond with.

Nettles is a lowborn teen girl with Valyrian ancestry who's enlisted to fight in the actual war, has likely been discriminated against her entire life whether due to skin or class intersected with her gender, & that matters bc she bonds with a dragon the sort of "twist" or surprise in a young girl having a dragon is precisely that they didn't expect a girl who looks like her to be able to...bc yes you do need Valyrian blood for a dragon to want to bond with you. Dragons "choose" their riders, you can't "tame" them. Nettles also coaxed Sheepstealer to bond with her, unlike nearly every other then wannabe-rider during the "Sowing", does it by continuously and patiently offering Sheepstealer sheep and thus establishing herself to the dragon as one interested in caring for them. A promise is made before the bond. [You can read more on Nettles' connection to Dany, dragonriidng, and her fire-goddess cult HERE on danylanzhou/brideoffires' Twitter thread]

Unlike Rhaena, who was put in the Vale for her protection and to disperse their scions to ensure the family/dynasty's survival, Nettles was in the very midst of fighting, was fighting and in the action of the war. But bc of classism and classism triggered by Ulf & Hugh's Betrayals at Tumbleton, she's also subjected to suspicion from Rhaenyra's council and nearly killed, thus propelling her to have to leave and later inspiring a huge fire goddess cult where people in the particular ethnic group must prove their bravery. Nettles and "Sheep"stealer, as I recently learned, also mimic how the first contact b/t Valyrians and dragons might have went--the first Valyrians were sheep herders in Essos.

Rhaena does not have this parallel, which emphasizes Nettles' ancestry, even as both--for all these reasons concerning dragons and bonding--contextualize and stem from Daenerys Stormborn's own dragon/magical arc.

Aside from all of this, Rhaena was raised alongside Rhaenyra's kids and became one of her own children whereas Nettles, though loyal, was never a "daughter" to Rhaenyra and possibly was one (I think she was, biologically) of Daemon's. It makes much more sense for Rhaenyra to want to execute a person who is "stranger" to her than her own stepdaughter she raised from young. Note, if Nettles WAS Daemon's daughter, she wouldn't have known that and bc he dies and Nettles flies off she would never know as much as she never knew that her youngest son, Viserys, was actually alive. So either Rhaenyra sought to kill her husband's daughter who she may have, once, been more amenable to have around (Nettles was 17, while they had been married for much shorter, so he hadn't cheated on her) if she had known but also bc this ties Nettles much closer to the Targs similarly to how Brynden Rivers was politically. I say Brynden Rivers bc he, like Nettles, was actually very loyal.

So the Rhaena-Nettles merging has little logical basis other than them not reading and understanding their stories thematic wise and/or misogynoir. It also has little moral basis.

How else can you explain to me that we have Hugh Hammer as our smallfolk look-in AND sympathized when he and Ulf are responsible for Tumbleton's Sack bc they wanted to be "kings" or high lords & raping at least one woman during war? And not Nettles, the teen girl from the lowest drudges of society, who had to fend for herself for seemingly a very long time and thus observe others to survive (Hugh was at least a blacksmith with a more reliable profession), who raises herself up from her deprived beginnings through a dragon and her own wits/charm?

[weebsinstash]

You: WAAAAAAA OFFICER THEYRE BOOLYING ME BACK AFTER I CALLED THEM A CUNT A BILLION TIMES, FATHERLESS/MOTHERLESS, SAID THEY DESERVED TO BE RAPED, SAID I HOPE THEY DIE, TOLD THEM TO KILL THEMSELVES, THREATENED TO HARM THEM (I have screenshots of you literally physically threatening me btw) CALLED THEM A LOSER, USED ABLEIST INSULTS CALLING AN ACTUAL AUTISTIC PERSON THE R WORD (which is REAL harassment and discrimination btw), CALLED THEM EVERY INSULT IMAGINABLE, CALLED THEM A HYSTERICAL WOMAN/ACTUAL MISOGYNISTIC INSULTS WAAAA ARREST THEM PLS OFFICER

Officer, a sane rational person: Erm ok if it bothers you that much have you considered apologising for what you said, or at least not insulting them anymore? Have you considered closing your ask box or deleting your blog if it bothers you that much? Have you considered that writing literal rape/stalker porn romanticizing abusers on a mainstream site is a controversial genre that many people will find offensive and want you to stop doing, have you considered stopping that or moving to a site specifically for that? Uh, no, you want to be able to say whatever you want to someone then cry if they do anything back or want to meet up with you irl to talk things out instead of online? Oh they said they were at a house you admit isn't yours and also you admit you knew it was fake and weren't scared? Uh sorry can't help you there ma'am please stop wasting our time

Have you considered that not a single person gives a fuck because you literally started bothering me forst

"Wow you shouldn't have been writing something controversial on a mainstream site" honey if someone writing porn online is what upsets you so bad you'll never succeed in the real world. "Waaaah fake stories about fake events upset me, wahhhhh, wahhhh I'm gonna harass people for months because my feelings are hurt, wahhh"

I'm going to the police and you're coping. You've been harassing me for months nonstop. Even when I haven't interacted with you for months, answered you for months, you kept harassing me

You literally started this amd continue to act a fool. No one cares about you. We all think you're acting like a hysterical little puritan child.

Second, stupid cunt, you've sent multiple addresses around, including in my inbox

Does it bother you when I call you a cunt, because you clearly can't control your temper. Someone hurt your feelings one time and you literally made it your entire personality to bother me and still do. You're obsessed with getting my attention. You keep coming back for more

It is honestly so sad to see how you are thinking and what you are telling yourself to justify acting like a psychotic freak. Literally no one is on your side, not even your own mother would approve of this.

As if I care about the alleged sob story of an anonymous face who has been exclusively harassing me and my friends because... her little baby feelings were hurt, who has lied repeatedly, admitting to lying repeatedly, and has gone through pathetic, degrading humiliating feats, just to.... try and get under my skin

Take your father's cock out of your mouth and log off, Jesus Christ

[devil-doll13]

Tw: Weed & Drugs mentions

I’ve finally got around to posting this guy’s profile! You can ask me anything about him <3

Adam 🌱

Name: Adam (Formerly William “Bill” Sage)

Meaning: ‘earth’ or ‘soil’

Alias(es): The Green Man, The Hippie, Murder Jesus

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: Early to Mid 30s

D.O.B: August 28th

Zodiac: Virgo

Sexuality: Pansexual

Current Residence: Roams mostly around California and the West Coast of America, sometimes has a van or stays in a tent or in one of his follower’s homes.

Occupation: N/A, though formerly in the Military

Appearance Description: Adam is a man of tall stature, with fair to lightly tanned skin (depending on the season and weather), long brown hair that is occasionally braided or bound in a headband and leaf green eyes, though one may detect a multitude of different colours inside of them.

Style: Tea Glasses, Vests, Tie-Dye, Bell Bottoms, Open Shirts, Headbands, Sandals Or Barefoot.

Height: 6,3ft

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Colour: Brown

Notable Features: A long, thin scar on his right side from when one of his ribs was removed. He also has a large, deep scar on his left thigh and multiple smaller ones all over his body from shrapnel and misc. injuries. Has large earlobes and occasionally wears dangling earrings.

Personality: A common sentiment expressed by those he meets on the road is that Adam exudes a natural charisma, so strongly so that even those who originally did not approve of his lifestyle find themselves drawn to him. It is an almost supernatural effect. But Adam himself seems to be a relatively normal guy at first; he’s so easygoing and fun-loving, he can kick back with almost any person he meets like he’s known them for his entire life. There is a certain sureness to him, like he feels all of his actions are right and just. He has a free spirit and an artistic streak, and his wanderings lead him everywhere, often collecting ‘followers’ on his path.

Likes: Nature, Cannabis & Psychedelics, Rainbows, Flowers, Cacti, Parrots, Canaries, Rock Music, Maximalism/Clutter, Abstract Art

Dislikes: Monochrome, The Desert, Emptiness/Large Deserted Places, Loud Bangs/Slams & The Sounds of Ceramic Breaking, The Cold

Hobbies: Painting, (Usually with his hands) Playing Guitar & Singing, Caring For Plants, Meditation

Tw: Angst, Weed & Drugs (LSD), Family/Parental Abuse, Poverty, Character Death, War, Depression.

While this is ambiguously set in the 60s/70s, It’s not specific.

(Very) Rough Backstory:

William “Bill” Sage was born near the border in Southern California, together with his twin brother Charlie. Where they lived was typically arid and barren, and they spent their childhood playing out in the sticks, away from home. Their home life was always turbulent, mostly because their parents would constantly argue and occasionally take their anger out on them. Being twins, their bond was always very strong, and both of them relied on eachother for support when things got tough. They were almost entirely identical in looks, aside from a few differences and preferences in clothing.

Bill’s parents had a traditionalist mindset which he never could live up to, and Charlie was in his eyes often the ‘better’ twin; smarter, more attractive, more talented. It never really created a rift between them, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel any sort of hidden resentment.

Their father was always gambling, Because he stupidly bet their house in a game, they later ended up living in a cheap trailer since it was only thing they could afford at that point. Over the years things only got worse, especially when their mother died of an illness and left them with only their father. It was really to the point that they felt no real attachment to him, since he was never a loving father at all really.

Eventually Charlie felt like he had had enough at pitched the idea of joining the army to get away from everything; they both felt they had no future prospects in doing anything else. Bill agreed, partially because he wanted to stay together with his twin and in part because he wanted to escape his home and where he grew up as well. Bill took to the change in lifestyle readily, because it was new and in some ways actually more bearable than his previous one. At the same time, they didn’t really fully realise what they had both signed up for.

His brother died in conflict right in front of him, a sight which he would never forget burned into his retinas forever. Due to injuries Bill sustained in this very same situation, he was considered unfit for future service, although some might say that it was corruption in the ranks or a quarrel with a superior that got him thrown out of the army; he was never up front about that one.

He ended up returning to California, drifting about without much purpose in San Francisco. He became homeless, without any sort of support put in place and having such difficulties holding down any job he could even get into. He fell into a group of people in similar situations, but with all different backgrounds.

Bill underwent many changes and transformations during this time. He tried on new religions, new drugs, new personalities. Chiefly, he tripped on LSD/Acid and continued to search for new highs as he basically ran from himself. Although it was in some ways a period of self-discovery, it was also self-destructive.

It was then he met this older woman named Janis - or at least she told him that was her name - who took him in and looked after him during this time. Sometimes, Bill felt like he was being tested by her somehow, but couldn’t confirm it. She was mysterious, and he never could get her last name. Then, she offered him this new ‘drug’ he had never heard of before, but at this point he would really try anything and he accepted it.

The trip he took on this drug was unlike anything he had ever taken before. Something out of his control reached out to him and entered his mind, and when it did he had a wondrous revelation. Although he has told this story many times around a campfire, he cannot verify the specifics. Only that he knew it was all he had been waiting for his entire life; that the journey of finding his purpose had only just begun.

After he woke up, Janis was no longer to be seen. She and almost all her things had disappeared, almost as if she was a figment of his imagination. The only thing that remained was her glasses, which he took into his possession as a keepsake.

He chose a new, more fitting name for himself: Adam, and set off to give his message to all that would listen.

Fun Facts:

His favourite book (series) is Lord of The Rings

His favourite film is The Wizard of Oz (1939)

His favourite music artists are The Beatles, Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead, Led Zeppelin, Cream, Black Sabbath & Jimi Hendrix.

His favourite colours are green, yellow and purple

His favourite foods are Avocado Toast & Melons

His favourite drink is Orange Juice

It would be too simple to consider him someone who merely has control over plantlife. Adam almost sees himself as a part of nature now, and it’s debatable how attached he is to his own body now that it has been changed so much.

He started to smoke weed to deal with his chronic pain from some his war injuries, but now also just recreationally, a.k.a for fun lol

Bill grew up around the arid mojave desert, in an area where there wasn’t much plant life at all really. In the better days he used to take care of cactuses as his hobby, and now even as Adam he has a soft spot for cacti.

Bill learned to play a bit of guitar as a child/young teen but wasn’t able to truly master it, as it was carelessly discarded by his parents and probably sold to pay their debts. Many of Bill’s old belongings went this way, to the point that by the time he and Charlie were leaving for the military, he had almost nothing to his name but a few dollar bills and the clothes on his back. He picked the guitar back up again during his period of re-discovery after leaving the army. Now, he isn’t the best player, but he can still do a couple of his favourite songs.

Although he has enough clout now to basically have a friend in every city he passes by, he was a socially awkward teen and when he got older, Charlie was really the ‘extroverted twin’ out of the both of them. It goes to show how different he is as ‘Adam’ compared to when he was Bill.

Speaking of, he does have a number of ‘believers.’ It’s possible that at one point they were more organised, but there were some investigations done before and Adam felt it simply more wise to keep a low profile.

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @goldrose-star, @soupbabe, @bluecoolr, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @flower-crowned-lady, @probably-a-plant-thing, @solmints-messyocdiary, @myers-meadow)

[bullet-prooflove]

Possessive - Rodrigo Sanchez x Reader

Tagging: @blathannabeaga​ for being such a wonderful supportive person when it comes to writing Sanchez. 

The bar was busy as usual but for once Sanchez relished the atmosphere instead of finding himself irritated by it. His eyes sought you out from across the room. He hadn’t known you’d be here tonight. He’d tried to put some distance between the two of you when he realised his feelings were less than professional, but it was a struggle. The man in him warred with the Sergeant.

He missed the warmth in your voice when you spoke to him, the lingering touches and that knowing smile. There were so many reasons the two of you wouldn't work, he ran thought them every time he saw you but that didn't stop the possessiveness spiking through his body at the sight of another man giving you attention. Right now, he wanted to stake his claim on you and prove that he was the only man that could fulfil your needs.

Sanchez knew Ben Granger from the White-Collar division; the handsome detective was a regular here at O'Malley's. He had a good reputation in the field, from what Sanchez had seen of his personal life the man was supposedly decent. He had spent time in the Marines before his appointment in White Collar and his hair cut and meticulous attention to detail demonstrated that some habits died hard. He had what Sanchez termed as classic American good looks with sandy blond hair and bright green eyes. Sanchez had never seen him as a threat before today but when he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair back behind your ear, he wanted to fucking murder the other man.

He watched darkly as you used an eyeliner from your purse to scrawl something down upon a napkin before you handed it to Granger, flashing that pretty smile of yours before you gathered up your handbag and slung it over your shoulder. You were leaving, Sanchez drained his glass and rose to his own feet before dogging your footsteps like a predator.

The chilled breeze was refreshing against his skin as he stepped outside, he could smell your smoky perfume lingering like a ghost in the air.

"Was there something you wanted Sergeant?" you asked him, causing Sanchez to glance over his shoulder.

You were leaning against the wall near the door, your eyes focused on him as he angled his body towards you. There was purpose in his movements, and you found yourself drinking in his presence as his fathomless dark eyes sought you out.

"I didn't know you liked blonds." he responded, his voice practically a growl.

It sent a shiver of anticipation trailing down your spine. There was something so sinful, so dangerous about him, he was intoxicating, and you found yourself responding as he stepped into your personal space. The scent of bergamot in your nostrils, and you inhaled it deeply. It sent a rush of heat coursing through your nerve endings as your clothes rustled lightly against each other.

"Be careful Sergeant or I'll start to think you’re jealous." you teased him, tipping your head up so that your mouths were inches apart, your lips almost brushing.

He was taller than you and you liked that. You fit against together as if you were made for one another, hips pressing together as his large hands came to rest on the wall behind you, pinning you in place. His proximity was enticing, a flush of heat erupted like fireworks under your skin as Sanchez pressed his lips to yours.

The kiss was rough and bruising, full of fire that pulsed through your synapses like a narcotic burning away all your better judgement. Your hands were in his hair drawing him closer as his tongue parted your pert lips, exploring the hot, wet confines of your mouth. You arched into his firm body, moaning as his hardness pressed against your desperate core through his clothes. You wanted him, Jesus, you wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anything. Your teeth grazed his lower lip, causing Sanchez to snarl in approval.

"My place." he whispered against the corner of your mouth, his thumb ghosting across your jawline as he looked into your eyes. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’re gonna forget any other man exists.”

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