#slutty man waist with cigarette

[wheresmyicarus]

cigarette pls

[stellamarielu]

Leave it on

declan o'hara x female reader

summary: when declan finds you wearing his sweater he can’t hide how much he loves seeing you belong to him in such a domestic way. it's a sight that has him on his knees for you.

content: nsfw, 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), penetration, dirty talk, possessiveness??, riding that thing like a mechanical bull

author's note: so sorry but I've been thinking of declan and that slutty little turtleneck sweater since episode 5 of rivals

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The night sky was hiding evidence from the first snowfall of the year and your little apartment heater couldn’t quite catch up with the dropping temperature outside. Due to your already cold disposition being exaggerated by the snowy night, you found yourself cozied up on the couch reading a book underneath a slew of blankets. 

Your current comfy state, however, was mostly due to the sweater adorning your body. Declan’s sweater to be exact. He had left it with you a few weeks ago after a quick hookup that ended with him hurrying out the door in his t-shirt and jeans, completely disregarding the freezing temperature and the sweater he had worn overtop his t-shirt for warmth. 

You don’t know why it was still here seeing as though you could have easily returned it to him one of the last times you had met. 

While you both agreed on keeping your relationship a secret due to the town’s constant need for gossip and drama, you and Declan still managed to spend quite a bit of time together. Whether it was late nights at your apartment or afternoon’s at the priory while Taggie was in town, you were both constantly showing up at each other’s front doors overwhelmed with need. 

Tonight however, Declan had told you he was going for drinks with Freddie and Rupert and would be out late. With his promise to visit you tomorrow you allowed yourself to have a cozy night in. When you saw his sweater still sitting in the chair in the corner of your room you couldn’t help but slip it on. The smell of sandalwood and menthol cigarettes were embedded in the wool. It made reading nearly impossible when every inhale filled your head with him. 

Just as you were putting down your book and heading to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea there was a quiet tapping on your door. Your cheeks heated at the sound. You had grown to associate that knock with the handsome Irishman that often stood behind it. You were classically conditioned to grow aroused by the sound. Not even attempting to hide your excitement you ran to the door and began fidgeting with the locks.

“Hi there.” You popped the door open to see your favorite older man leaning against the door frame wearing one too many layers for your taste. 

“Here I was thinking guys night would keep you from me”

You felt giddy seeing him here. While part of you was surprised there was another part remembering the undeniable passion shared between you two, so strong you could rarely stay apart for long. 

“I don’t think there’s a thing in this world that could keep me from you.” With his words he took a step forward wrapping an arm around your waist.

 As soon as his hand felt the rough wool material underneath it his eyes were scanning your body, taking in the sight in front of him.

You’re wearing his sweater. The way it’s haphazardly paired with a pair of pajama shorts almost too short to be seen underneath it has him taking a deep breath.

He had put so much effort into keeping his relationship a secret. It was something you both wanted, something that would make things easier for your respective careers and personal lives. While he was happy to share these undisclosed moments, he would be lying if he said he didn’t want to walk you around town hand in hand. He imagined what it would be like to sit across from you at dinner or to introduce you as his girlfriend. Such trivial things but he often found himself longing for them. So, to see you wearing his clothing drove him a bit insane. It was like he was silently claiming you. The sweater on your body telling the world that you belonged to him without anyone having to say a word. He liked the way it made him feel like you were proud to be his. 

“Found yourself getting’ a little cold huh?” He was now toying with the sweater at your wrist, rolled up because it was much too long for your arms. 

“I must say I like this abundantly better on you.” He trails his hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know Declan, I think you look very handsome in this sweater. Some might even say irresistible.” You’re smiling up at him bringing your arms around his neck desperate to close the gap between you and feel his body pressed against yours. 

“Mmm is that right? You think I’m irresistible?” His lips are so close to yours you can nearly taste the whiskey on his breath.

“I said some people don’t get too cocky now Mr. O’Hara.”

You enjoyed toying with Declan. A man so strong willed and rough around the edges but you held him like putty in your hands. 

His hand that was once at your ear was now ever so slight gripping your neck brining you into him so he could whisper in your ear,

“What a shame. If you would’ve told me how good you thought I looked in this sweater, I just might’ve insisted on gettin’ a taste of you while you wore it.” 

His seductive words humming in your ears sent blood rushing to your face. The sudden need to feel Declan’s tongue on you was far more important than teasing him. 

“Oh Declan you are so unbelievably sexy. In this sweater-“ You move your hand down to the wool material of your top as you spoke.

“and in that coat-“ You motion to the clothing on his back.

“And your tight t-shirts you’re always wearing around town.”

You keep complimenting him and you can tell he’s growing entertained. Smiling wildly at you his head cocked in amusement.

“So so so irresistible.” You finish speaking and give him a coy little smile hoping that he’ll stay true to his word.

“There we go darlin’. Not so hard eh?”

Just like that his body is flush against you pushing you fully inside your apartment. His lips find yours and his hand reaches behind him to push the door shut. As soon as you hear the slam of your front door Declan has both of his hands on your cheeks, holding your face in his palms. The kiss shared between the two of you is desperate and hungry, it always was. The desire you felt for one another was like an electric current constantly running. 

His hands left your face for a moment to remove his coat. Tossing the jacket to the floor, his hands found your face again. You reach for the hem of his long sleeve shirt signaling that it needed to come off. He huffs out something of a laugh that’s muffled by your kiss. Breaking your contact and pulling his shirt over his head your met with the sight of his broad chest, bare and heaving. Before jumping back into the kiss, you begin to take your own top off to match his level of undress. 

“Don’t.” before you can even lift the sweater from your waist his hands are gripping your wrists. 

“I want you to leave it on.”

Your eyebrow quirks but you can’t deny the throb you feel between your legs upon his request. You just nod your head and go to bring his kiss back to your lips. 

The kiss was deeper now as he maneuvers your bodies further into your living room. Before you know it, the back of your legs are hitting the couch and your stumbling backwards falling onto a pile blankets and throw pillows. Leaning back on the couch you watch as Declan slowly lowers himself to his knees before you, sliding off your pajama bottoms and underwear while keeping his eyes fixed on yours. 

He leans in placing gentle kisses on the inside of your thigh, one by one making his way up to your center keeping eye contact with you as he went. You let out a breathy moan, it was the closest thing you could get out to say please stop teasing and get on with it. Hearing the impatient noise coming from you made Declan smirk. You watched the smug little smile take over his face and the sight of him like this between your legs made you even more wet than before. 

He finally broke the agonizing eye contact to look at you spread out before him still wearing in his clothing. What a sight. Your gorgeous body nearly naked and desperate for him, clad in only a sweater. The only thing you had on was his, it was like a piece of him resting on your body. 

Without warning he brought his hand to your center, the tips of his pointer and middle finger just barely gliding against your sopping core. 

“You’re soaked darlin” His fingers were practically dancing at your entrance; it was his turn to tease now and he was enjoying himself. 

“Declan please.” Your voice comes out in a nearly silent plea.

“Say it again.” His tone is truly sadistic as he lets the pad of his fingertips barely dip inside of you.

“Christ I love hearin’ you beg for me.”

“Pretty please Declan” You do your best to give your words a playful quality, but the way they fall out of your mouth sounded more like a desperate whine. 

“Anythin’ for you my girl.” He immediately pushes his fingers into you knuckles deep as he places one last kiss to your thigh, dangerously close to your center. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you feel him press a gentle kiss right on your clit, completely contrasting the assertive movement of his fingers sliding in and out of you. His kiss on your core then turns into small steady kitten licks, and you have to keep yourself from shamelessly grinding your hips against his face. His touch has you in a trance, but you were starving for more. More more more, you were convinced you could never have enough of Declan. You reached your hands down to tug at the curls on his head knowing that it drove him mad when you pulled his hair. 

Just as you suspected the pull on his hair had him groaning into you. It took him no time to find the right spot to curl his fingers inside you, eliciting a nearly primal moan to fall from your lips. 

Declan knew your body like the back of his hand; how to kiss your jaw to make you whimper, where to run his hands on your body to have you melting into his touch, the way to hit that spot inside of you that almost makes you scream out for him. You were his to touch; his to study, his to play with. Knowing he had you a writhing moaning mess for his touch, and only his, made him smug. Realizing he had you like that wearing nothing but his sweater added a level of pride and possessiveness that had his dick swelling underneath his jeans. 

With his arousal progressing Declan decides to be a little more assertive with your bundle of nerves now alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue sending you into a state of euphoria. You can feel your body reacting to the touch of tongue and the fullness of his fingers, your chest growing hot and your core pulling tight. Fuck- he knew just how to keep his pace, having you intoxicated by his touch. You could feel yourself unraveling with every second that passed. His movements working together to make your core clench, and your eyes squeeze shut. Practically panting you could feel the rush of your orgasm ripple through your body allowing you grip on Declan’s hair to tighten. The hum that came to his lips caused you to cry out as you came. 

Your legs still trembling Declan sat back on his knees. He swiftly moved closer to you placing sweet kisses along your jaw. 

“Could eat you like that everyday for the rest of my life.” His voice is barely above a whisper. Although the words are dirty, his tone is light and sincere.

“I might just let you.” While you weren’t joking in the slightest you grinned at the man next to you.

“Now sit.” You throw the pillow sitting next to you on the ground and urge Declan to take a seat on the couch. Once he’s sitting you waste no time with the buckle of his belt. 

“Need these off.” You mutter in frustration, the belt not coming loose as easily as you wanted it to. You were still so hungry for him. You needed him inside of you, it was almost instinctual. 

The same desire coursing through your veins was clouding Declan’s mind as he forcefully pushed his jeans off his body. Before they could even hit his ankles you were straddling his hips, ready to feel the familiar stretch of him. You could sense his tip just at your center so close you could feel it throbbing. Just before you pushed down on him allowing you both sweet relief, you paused. 

“You’re so hard baby.” You pout down to Declan, the never-ending teasing match between the two of you continuing. 

You move your lips to his neck but keep your hips positioned just above his far too tempting erection. 

“Can’t believe I got you this worked up just by wearing your sweater.” You giggle softly still lightly sucking and nipping on his neck. 

If you knew two things about Declan; he hated being teased, and he always needed to be in control. He could dish it but he couldn’t take it.

 So, given the way you were currently straddling him and the words coming out of your mouth you knew he wouldn’t let you keep up this charade for long. But he would always let you have a little fun- even just for a minute. 

As the words left your mouth you realized your minute of fun was over. Your harmless amusement took a turn into something far more pleasurable. Declan gripped your hips hard pulling you down onto him. As you sunk down you whined out in gratification. The stretch of him so satisfying you didn’t think you would ever get used to it. 

“This fucking sweater.” He grabbed the material pooling above your waist.

“My sweater.” His hands find your hips again guiding you down onto him at a relentless pace.

“You’re mine huh sweetheart? My girl.” It must be a rhetorical question because you don’t think you’re capable of forming words as you grind onto him. His head is cocked to the side watching you and when your eyes meet his they are clouded with the unmistakable look of desire. 

“Yes. God yes.” You honestly can’t tell if you’re answering his question or if the response leaving your lips is due to the way Declan is bucking his hips to meet yours each time you come down on him. You were already sensitive from just moments ago when Declan had his face and hands in-between your legs. You were a whimpering mess, and he had only been in you for maybe sixty seconds. 

Sensing your state of excitement Declan couldn’t help but push you closer to the edge. He took his hands off your hips giving you a moment to set the pace. Running his fingers lightly underneath your- his sweater.

The speed of your movements were much slower than Declan’s, you wanted to savor how he felt against your sensitive walls. Meanwhile, his fingertips were ghosting your abdomen at the same tempo, ever so slowly moving his touch higher and higher until he was tracing lazy patterns into the skin of your breasts. You felt his fingertips find your nipples, lightly pinching and playing with them. Your body trembled at the sensuality in his touch both on your chest and in-between your legs. You found your eyes shut and your head thrown back in pleasure, but you needed more. Always more. 

“Declan” His name fell from your lips in a moan.

“Declan fuck me please.” Of course, you knew he was already fucking you, but you wanted him to stop being so nice about it. You wanted him to stop letting you tease him; to stop letting you go so slow. You wanted him to have his way with you. After all you were his. 

And there it was. The switch instantly flipped and Declan ran his hands back down to your hips lifting them so his length was resting just at your entrance. His hold on you was deliciously tight, the feeling of his fingers digging into your flesh was enough to make you dizzy. 

“Anythin’ for you my girl.” He repeats the phrase from earlier, his voice a mix between a groan and a whisper with a smile behind his words. 

He means everything he says because his hips are snapping up to meet yours with a sound so loud and filthy you think your neighbors might be able to hear it. But you couldn’t even begin to care because Declan is thrusting up into you at a fixed pace. Each time he makes sure to push deep, hitting the exact spot that he knows will have you coming undone in moments. Your body feels frozen in place as Declan holds onto your hips, using you for his own pleasure while causing you a please all your own. You allow yourself to meet his gaze knowing your fucked-out expression will give away how close you are to unraveling on him. 

“You’re close baby, I know it” He’s practically growling as he continues relentlessly pressing himself into you. 

His length is filling you completely and with each thrust you think the pressure building inside of you will finally crack. 

“C’mon my girl give me another, let go.” Declan’s words always have a way of finishing you off. 

Plus he’s looking into your eyes with such deprivation that you can’t deny him what he wants.

You feel the tension finally snap and the surge of your second orgasm of the night comes crashing down on you. 

As your moaning his name Declan finishes simultaneously. His eyes squeezing shut and profanities spilling from his lips in an Irish accent so heavy you can hardly understand him. You knew he was holding off his own release for you. Such a gentleman. 

“I think you ought to keep this.” You’re still sat on him, both of your chests heaving as he grips the material of the sweater once again. 

“Maybe just weekend custody?” He chuckles at your joke but you’re dead serious. You’re still convinced the top looks better on him, plus you really need it to keep smelling like his cologne.

“Deal.” He’s still laughing as he brings your face down to his planting a kiss on your forehead. 

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[hadesrise]

𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞. you are committed to the lord, but that doesn’t stop you from worshipping miguel.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. miguel o’hara x priest!male reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. nsfw content, foul language, top!reader, bottom!miguel, sacrilege, unprotected sex, possessiveness, choking, praise kink, dacryphilia, sex in a holy place, slight degradation, miguel calls reader “father” the entire time, priest smoking a cigarette, riding, pet names, spitting (just once), shotgunning, masturbation with audience (reader watching), unhealthy romance, false belief, reader might be a little morally grey

𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊. slutty outfit of miggy <3 this could possibly be a dark content because of the obsessive love (i may or may not have written reader as yandere). again, please correct my spanish if it’s incorrect and i’ll edit it immediately.

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI !!

You’ve devoted your entire life to the Lord. Made a vow, an oath to keep your soul pure for him as you lead a sacred ceremony everyday. You’ve cleansed your spirit to fit the holy standards necessary to be a priest and your dedication to the church earned you respect and love from the people. You were holy, not an ounce of filth littering your heart or soul, having long repented your sins.

The people whispered joyously amongst each other how good you were. How kind, generous, loving, forgiving and accepting. Your warm presence provides comfort to everyone who visit the church, washing away their worry and doubt and sins. You were perfect, they talk among themselves. There’s no way a priest like you could do anything wrong — you’re the people’s hope, their light, the one who reminds them of their purpose. They would never think such thing, you have an utmost respect for the Lord! You’re nothing but a great person.

Miguel hears them say, all the time. But they don’t know.

They don’t know the way you look at him, the way you devour him with your gaze whenever he wears something too fit for his large toned body. How you always mutter “Oh forgive me, Lord” under your breath everytime you take in the outline of his pecks on his clothes, how your eyes darken and pupils dilate when looking at his slutty slim waist, how you stifle a groan when he accidentally enclose your fingers in his mouth while accepting hostia. They don’t know the filthiness of your mind and the temptation you were trying so hard to fight. However, Miguel knows. Of course, he knows, how could he not when you’re staring at him with that predatory look in your eyes, like you would bend him over and pound him right there in front of the altars? And oh, how filthy and fucked-up it was that he gets hard by the thought.

But it’s inevitable, Miguel convinces himself. You’re known for having absolutely no desire for anything at all — so to find out you’re yearning for him? It feels good. Feels so fucking good, because he’s the only one who made you feel that way. He liked the attention, even if it was subtle and nearly nonexistent. You only ever paid proper attention to him in ceremonies or in the confessional, but those lingering lustful gazes you give him when you thought he wasn’t looking made Miguel’s hole clench around nothing.

Miguel doesn’t know what he was thinking when he wore such a slutty outfit underneath his coat to a church, where you usually walked around after a ceremony to check for forgotten belongings or just admire the artwork littered around the ceiling. Maybe, to make you give in to your desires. To find out if you would break your vow for him. He feels filthy to be so desperate for a priest, it’s unforgivable for fuck’s sake, and yet he can’t stop. The unbearable desire was stronger.

He knows your schedule like the back of his hands, what you do at night after the ceremonies are over for the day. You were a divine man as viewed by the public, but Miguel knew your perfect façade peels off the moment those church doors close shut; he was met with a satisfying triumph when his point was proven after entering the sacred place, his eyes falling on your figure sitting on the pew chairs right near the entrance with a cigarette between your fingers. Arm resting on top of the backrest, head tilted back to slowly blow out a particularly large smoke. Miguel feels his clothes get tight around him at the sight. It’s arousing to see the usually collected and well-mannered priest be so loose and careless.

You watch him in the corner of your eye as he sits beside you and mumbles a small greeting. You don’t respond, however, and Miguel wonders why until he sees your eyes trail all over his body very slowly with that lustful look that makes him shiver, a tad bit of annoyance shining within your irises. It didn’t look like you were annoyed with his presence at a time so late like this, but rather with the coat he was wearing that nearly covered his entire body. You bring the cigarette to your lips, inhaling another smoke. “What brings you here, Mr. O’Hara?” The smoke coming out as you speak.

Miguel’s breath hitched; fuck, that’s hot.

He’s unable to meet your gaze when he could feel it piercing through him, the arousal pooling on his stomach and crotch. “I- uh... I missed your ceremony this morning.”

You hum mindlessly, like you didn’t really care despite asking first about it. “So did you think showing up would make up for it?” The question comes off rude and informal, but unlike usual, you don’t pay mind. It honestly doesn’t matter if he missed the ceremonies, the faith wouldn’t thin just because he was unable to attend, but you knew he was coming for other reasons. You have no plans to fulfill your desire despite the fact it’s already devouring you everytime you lay eyes on the man — admitting to yourself that you were crazy over Miguel while not turning yourself away completely from the sacred vows.

It’s a game of who gives in first and seduces the other. The church being the only witness to your silent agreement with one another.

“Yes...” Miguel whispers before he finally meets your eyes with reluctant determination, “Yes, I did think showing up would make up for it. Especially while wearing something like this.” He slowly unbuttons his coat and let it fall over his shoulders, your dark eyes widening at the sleeveless top that hugged his torso perfectly and showed outlines of his pecks and abs. Your pants tighten as your dick gets hard in an instant. Miguel suddenly gets shy under the strong burning stare you were giving him and almost rewears his coat with redness decorating his cheeks, which you quickly stopped by gripping his wrist and slamming him back against the backrest.

Miguel’s breath catches in his throat when he processed you had stood upfront to tower over him, one knee on the seat in between his legs. “Finish what you started, O’Hara.” The low and sultry tone in your voice made him shiver in excitement and thrill, surprisingly listening to your wish and letting the coat slip off. You groaned when you caught sight of his muscular arms being hugged by the long gloves that stopped right before his armpits.

Oh dear God, he looked thoroughly fuckable, like he was begging to be ruined here right in front of the Lord’s altar.

“Fuck...” You sigh heavily, breath hot. Miguel reacts almost immediately at the sound as his body grew tense for a split second before relaxing when your hands gently wrapped around his wrists, cigarette thrown on the polished floor. You trace the fabric up his arms, then ghosted your touch over his exposed skin, the atmosphere growing hot while goosebumps appear. Miguel feels overwhelmed under your hungry gaze, thighs squeezed together, feeling his hole clench around nothing. Your hands slide up his shoulders and one stayed there, rubbing circles, as the other moves up almost teasingly slow to his neck. His breath hitches at the contact, a low moan escaping when your fingers enclosed around his throat.

He was surprisingly putty in your hands, not pushing you off or avoiding your touches. Perhaps, it’s because he knows you will go back to restraining yourself if he stops you, could even discourage you to do anything anymore — your faith has always been impressive as it allowed you to keep the lustful and sinful thoughts at bay. However, the faith never once stopped you from breaking the vow on different occasions, like smoking, drinking, or even flirting with faithful worshippers. He can’t miss the opportunity to have you all over him.

A gentle squeeze to his throat causes his mouth to fall open slightly, cloudy eyes meeting your strong ones that burned in desire. “Open, my dear. Let me.” Miguel does as he’s told, opening his mouth. Pleased with the lack of resistance, you shift your hand to hold his chin instead and gathered enough saliva in your mouth before spitting in his, watching as he squirmed slightly, the filthiness of your action going straight to his needy cock. You smirk when he swallows your spit almost greedily.

Miguel gasped when your knee starts rubbing his dick through his pants, falling forward and clinging onto your leg as his body twitch in pleasure. You click your tongue disapprovingly and slip your fingers through his hair before yanking it, a groan erupting from the man at the roughness. “You come to a church dressed and act like a filthy slut, always tempting me to fuck you in front of God’s temple. You’ve been hoping, haven’t you? For me to fuck the ever living shit out of this cunt?” You rubbed harder, your words making Miguel choke out a moan.

“Y-yes, father,” He gasps between grunts and moans. “I’ve been so desperate. Forgive me, father, please.”

Sweet Mother of God.

How this man manage to make you breathless even while being submissive is quite outstanding. You devoted your whole life to the Lord, thoroughly committed and faithful despite breaking few of your vows in privacy — the only vow haven’t being broken is having sex which is considered a filthy sin in priesthood, although you have technically broken it due to the amount of times you’ve fucked Miguel dumb in the depths of your imagination. It is unforgivable for a priest to be like this, will even be banished from the city if caught, reputation forever tarnished and have no choice but to live in shame.

But Jesus Christ, Miguel was such an irresistible temptation. Like the devil that whispered in Eve’s ear to take the holy apple in the Garden of Eden, he tempted you with that whore-ish body of his that practically begs to be bent over and wrecked. Your vows shattered to the ground and holiness replaced by despicable lust. The thread of self-control being sliced open as the scale of good and evil heavily swung in your head.

You were not good despite what people think. Often indulging yourself in the fantasy to possess Miguel and make him yours, your soul was as corrupted as the soul of sinners even with the faith to God still existing. The reputation as a good priest never settled comfortably within, sometimes would even make you roll your eyes at it while slowly killing your lungs with the cancer stick, hidden behind the thick doors of the sacred temple. You had no resistance to the sinful desires; as twisted as it sounds, you’ve embraced them with open arms and accepted them to just be human nature.

The punishment will be severe if caught, but our dearest Father, it wouldn’t hurt to receive your reward for being such a devoted priest, right?

You glance at the altar where you usually stood to hold sacred ceremonies, the long table and your chair catching your eyes as an idea formed. A sadistic grin spreading across your lips, Miguel yelps when you suddenly hoist him up from the pew chairs and wraps his legs around your torso, heart fluttering at the way you didn’t even struggle to lift him up despite his large size. The showcase of your sheer strength made him nearly whimper as he buried his face on your shoulder, not noticing how you were walking towards where the presence of God is most apparent.

He feels himself being sat on a hard wood and pulls away, freezing up when the sight of the biggest crucifix meet his vision. You sat down on the chair like a throne in between his spread legs, smiling devilishly at the look of horror on his face as you bring up another cigarette to your lips. “What’s the matter, sweet thing? You don’t look so thrilled,” Your teasing tone nearly mocking.

“F-father, I can’t—” His cheeks heat up as shame suddenly settled on his expression, knowing he was here in front of your God drenched in lust and impossibly filthy, his legs threatening to close and rub together at the thought of getting fucked here.

“You can and you will,” You cut him off and exhale a smoke. “You’ve been screaming my name in the comforts of your sheets and praying to him for me to break you, Miguel, and I’m finally giving you what you want.” Oh, Miguel felt himself weaken at the cruel look on your face. “Why don’t you show our Lord some gratitude and fuck yourself here?”

He knew he couldn’t resist. Not when you’re being good to him, willing to answer his prayers from the sleepless nights. With a shaky breath, Miguel unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers, face red from embarrassment as he slips it off, leaking cock bouncing on his abdomen. Your eyes pierce into his soul, he feels so fucking dirty like this, presenting himself so willingly to you.

“Spread your legs more,” You nudged his leg with your foot, “Can’t see your pretty cunt properly from here, sweetheart.”

Miguel whines quietly and oh, what a holy sound it was. It almost makes you have mercy on him and spare him another embarrassment. Almost.

He bit his lip and shut his eyes close, bending his knees and raising his spread legs to the table until the heels of his feet touches the surface. You lick your lips at the bare sight of his quivering hole, dick twitching in your pants. Miguel slowly opens his eyes and sees you breathe heavily while palming your still clothed cock, smoke leaving your lips from the cigarette. For a moment, Miguel imagines what it would feel like to be shotgunned by you before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking lusciously on them as he stares at you, making you groan. He didn’t bother taking off the long gloves seeing its effect on you.

Not wanting to waste more time, Miguel reached down and shoved a wet finger in his hole without hesitation, moaning loudly. He adds another and starts fastening his pace, curling and scissoring himself to stretch his tight wet walls as he whimpers at the pleasure. It feels so filthy masturbating in front of you and the sacred altar, but the thrill only added to his arousal and excitement; your gaze not moving from him encourages him to fuck himself harder.

Fuck, Miguel looks so pretty like this. Previous shame and embarrassment long gone from his face as all he could focus on was making himself feel good, the filthy act serving as display of sins yet you perceived it differently — what Miguel’s doing was an act of devotion, to submit to your will in front of God while making himself the sacred offering. He looks divine being lost in pleasure, his moans like angels singing harmonies from Heaven. You can’t help but breathe deeply and mutter gratitude to the Lord for blessing you with Miguel as you finally peel off your pants and free your aching cock to spring up.

Miguel mewls at the sight, fingers growing fast yet not enough to perfectly stimulate his prostate. Tears pricked his eyes as he whines, “I—I can’t— father, por favor,” You groan at the pleas that fell from his lips. “I’m— please, I can’t do it, I can’t— Want you. Want you so bad.” The thrust of his hand growing sloppy as he gets tired. It wasn’t enough, he wanted bigger. More thick and long, something very warm that could fill his guts entirely and make him feel full.

A curse leaves your lips and Miguel chokes out a moan when you shoved two fingers into his stretched out hole without warning with his fingers still inside. “¡Mierda—!” Gasping at the sting of being stretched open, Miguel grabbed onto your shoulder and moaned as your fingers thrusted into him, forcing his to do the same. The pleasure makes his mouth fall open and eyes shed tears.

“You’re fuckin’ addicting, Miguel.” You say darkly, biting on his throat through the fabric of his turtle neck sleeveless top. He whimpers and tilts his head back slightly to give you more access. A slut correctly dressed in slutty outfit. “You know I’m not a good person right, sweet thing?” You whispered. An underlying mystery in your tone, your head swallowed by horrible thoughts you wish to contain by devoting your life to the holy. “Everytime I see you, I want to just fuckin’ break you and make you mine. Corrupt your soul into the shape of my own. Make you yearn for me, desire me ‘til you can’t live without me.”

Miguel lendered speechless at your display of possessiveness. It was anything but holy. Anything but forgivable. Sin created by the darkness that lurks in your soul; lust, greed, gluttony. You desired him, wanted more of him, and could never get enough of him, the sacred vows powerless against your evil. He should be scared, frightened that those aren’t enough to sustain you, but he really wasn’t. If anything, he felt even more aroused as his hole squeezes down on both of your fingers.

“Then, make me. I want you, all of you. I need you, father, please.” Miguel whines and his hand moved from your shoulder to the back of your neck, pulling you in a desperate kiss. You groaned into his mouth, rubbing harshly against his prostate which releases a muffled cry from him, before pulling your fingers out together with his.

You licked his slick from your fingers and moaned at the taste, keeping eye contact with him. Miguel hides his heated face by the back of his hand. “Aw, don’t go shying on me now, sweet thing. You tempted me, remember?” Faking a pout, you caress his bare thighs and knead the thick and soft flesh that prompts Miguel to slowly lay back down on the table. He feels exposed with wearing nothing but the slutty top that he unregrettably decided to put on today, right in front of you. It made his heart jackhammer against his chest. How you’re completely losing yourself at the sight of him in absolute lust, pupils blown wide.

Standing up from the chair, you push it behind with your foot while inhaling a smoke from the cigarette and align your cock to the entrance of his twitching hole, Miguel’s breath hitching at the contact. “Bésame, por favor...”

You hummed in response and held the smoke in your lungs, leaning in to capture his lips before blowing the smoke into his mouth. Miguel instantly moans, greedily accepting, his legs wrapping around your torso to bring you close. You chuckled into the kiss before slipping yourself inside of him, a stuttered gasp leaving Miguel as your sheer size and length forcibly stretched him open with a delicious sting of pain.

“Father— fuck! B-big, big,” He whimpers.

You shush him, “You can take it, my dear. You’re a good boy.”

You had to grit your teeth to contain yourself from just using him like a sex toy as an egotistical feeling built within you, the monster of your dark desire finally being fed at last. Still, it kept writhing in your guts, swirling around and yearning for more of Miguel. Can’t get enough of him, like an addicting drug that keeps you coming back for more, a living sinful temptation that you don’t refuse. Miguel awakens your demons that you’ve put to sleep by kneeling on the chapel and reciting prayers.

Miguel could see you were struggling hard, even though your nonchalant façade tried to hide it. Darkness screaming to be let out and be your true self, which was being held back by the greatness in you that was afraid of hurting him. However, as much as he loved the softness in your touch, he wasn’t a glass easily broken. He wanted everything of you as much as you did, even if he gets hurt, he doesn’t care. Just like those darkness slips through once in a while, he wants it to be fully out.

“Father, it’s okay,” Miguel whispered and you sharply inhaled a breath when he hooks a hand under his thigh to bend it, knee almost touching his shoulder. He looks at you through lidded eyes as his other hand reached down to spread his hole that clenches around your cock. It nearly makes your head spin with arousal. “I can handle it. I won’t break easily, you can be as rough with me as you want. I’ll be good for you, father. Just please, fuck me, use me.”

You shut your eyes closed and sighed deeply.

Oh, Sweet God, forgive me.

Miguel doesn’t realize he sliced through your self-restraint cleanly as you suddenly pull your cock all the way out, leaving just the tip in. “Wait, what are—” You cut him off with a harsh and rough slam of your hips. Miguel’s mouth falls open in a scream, eyes wide and head thrown back, practically feeling your fat cock in the back of his throat from how deep it buried in his guts.

“You’re— fuck! You’re going to be the death of me, Miguel.” You chuckled, already pulling your cock out to set a merciless and rough pace to fuck him. Miguel chokes out a moan, his hand flying up to grasp the edge of the table. “A whore so willing to take everything of me. Gotta spoil you rotten with my cock, eh?” Stabilizing the cigarette between your fingers, you pushed both of his legs to his chest and slammed your hips down, making Miguel’s eyes roll to the back of his head.

“Thank you, thank you— auuughh!!” Miguel moans loudly, his other hand slamming against the table.

You lick your lips with a dangerous glint in your eyes, “You’ll accept everything of me, won’t you? Even my flaw, even my evil?”

Miguel could barely talk with your cock absolutely ruining his cunt, tears staining his cheeks and drool dripping from his lips, but he tries his best. “Y-yes, fuck! I’ll do— I’ll do anything— ohhh!"

You laughed almost maniacally in happiness, one of your hands moving up to wrap around his throat. Miguel whines desperately and latches his hand on your wrist, spilling babbles of begs as you keep pounding him against the table. His tits bounce in rhythm with your rough thrusts, encaged in those tight sleeveless top, and you lean down to bite down on the covered skin. Miguel’s body writhes underneath you, crying out.

“God shall forgive me for yearning you this much,” You muttered, licking his hard nipple through the fabric while squeezing his arteries.

Miguel’s eyes catches the crucifix before rolling back into his skull, uncontrollable moans escaping.

This wasn’t right, but it felt so good to be wrong. Being fucked by a priest, fucked by you. The filthy sin burning his skin and molding with your equally filthy soul. His mind growing dizzy from the pleasure and the euphoric sense of committing an unforgivable sin with you.

His hole squeezing you down made you groan, pace slowing down as you released his throat. Miguel coughs slightly, choking on his own whimpers. You continue to abuse his prostate with less roughness now, gripping his hips with one hand hard enough to leave a handprint as you bring the other to inhale a smoke again. You blow the smoke into his mouth, Miguel eagerly accepting as he pulls you in a desperate kiss. He had no shame, really. Being your perfect slut in the Lord’s place, in front of the Lord’s altar.

Pulling away, you admire the way he looked. Disheveled hair, eyes glossed in tears with pleasured expression on his face, brows scrunched up together, lips red and swollen. His cock leaked precum on his abdomen, staining the slutty black top. He’s the Heaven you’ve longed to see. A sight to behold.

“So beautiful... So divine,” You whispered, your thrust slow and sensual but sharp. Miguel mewls at the praise. “I should’ve devoured you faster if I knew you’re such a good bitch f’me. Would’ve asked for God’s permission to break you sooner. He would’ve allowed me to.” Your hands gently massage his breasts, making him sigh softly, before it travels down to trace his torso. He’s so mesmerizing; a blessing crafted by the divine beings above.

“Mhm,” Miguel moaned softly as he reached for your face. “You’ve been so loyal and patient, father... Maybe he’s rewarding you for it.” His luscious words tempting and seductive, he licks and nips at your neck.

Releasing a quiet moan, you hummed and wrapped your hand around his throat again as he whimpered, completely accepting. “Then, shall I do as I please with my reward?” Snapping your hips against his, Miguel lets out a gasp at your cock poking his prostate.

He bites his lip, nodding vigorously. “Sí, sí... Es todo para ti.”

You slam his body back down on the table with a groan, Miguel’s hands wrapping around your back and scratching at the skin through your clothes as you pick up your pace, the roughness intended to break him returning. You didn’t care even if he ripped your clothes, the church provides them anyway. Your ears swallowing every heavenly sounds that uncontrollably escaped Miguel’s mouth, your eyes never once trailed away from how divine yet sinful he looked, the sight carved deeply into your memories to never be forgotten.

Thank God for Miguel O’Hara, a man so willing to become the meal just so he could quench your thirst and feed your hunger.

So forgiving, so generous, so kind, despite the fact you were nothing but evil disguised in holy figure.

He’s the answer sent by God to your desperate prayers to keep your sinful demons at bay; he’s here for a purpose, so your desire will be fed and your filthy soul will be baptized to become holy again. The Lord wasn’t abandoning you, no. He was giving you solution to not taint your soul furthermore. Yearning for Miguel was not a sin nor wrong — it was how it’s supposed to be.

It is all the Lord’s plan. Otherwise, how could anyone explain this, right?

“Haah, fuck,” You can’t help but curse as you drill into him, no longer holding yourself back. His hole’s too fucking good. “You’re fucking made for this, Miguel, holy shit. Your guts are practically the shape of my dick,” You laugh breathlessly and press his tummy where your cock reaches, Miguel choking out a sob at the stimulation of being sandwiched from outside and inside. He could feel it even clearer, how you mercilessly thrust in and out.

“A-agh! Es— espera, para—” He was cut off by his own scream when you forced yourself even deeper, stars sparking in his vision and back arching as his body quivered violently, white seed staining his top. And yet, you didn’t stop even after he came, relentless pace continuous as if you don’t care about overstimulating him. Fat tears rolled down his cheeks at your sweet cruelty of assault in his tight cunt, mindless choked up moans and incoherent sentences spilling from his lips.

The corner of your lips twitched in devilish grin witnessing the way his mind breaks and turns into nothing but a dumb mess underneath you. “Lo siento, mi alma. pero es tan agradable romperte.” You licked a stripe of tears on his cheek, hearing the way he whined and moaned. Fuck, his helpless sounds of pleasure never fails to drive you crazy.

“Sí, sí, sí— n-no pares, por favor,” The intense pleasure making his legs shake and his mind delirious, Miguel arches his back to meet your hard thrusts. Dear God, you fuck him so good his head spins. Those women who drools over you as you lead the ceremony will never be able to experience how rough and fuckin’ amazing you fuck, he’ll make sure of it.

Miguel sobs from overstimulation when you harshly bit on his nipple, holding onto you for dear life to ground himself and shake away the threat of falling unconscious from the sheer pleasure you give him oh so generously. Sparks never leaves his vision, which should be concerning if it wasn’t for his will to welcome anything you give with open arms. He brought this upon himself anyway, it will be a shame if he doesn’t enjoy every moment of it.

“Feels fucking good, sweetheart, doesn’t it?” You asked rhetorically and grasp his sensitive cock in your hand, making him cry out and weakly attempt to push it off, the pleasure becoming too much it hurts. “Take it, Miguel. Take it like the slut that you are for me.”

“N-no puedo, no puedo, padre, por favor—”

“Yes, you can, sweet thing.” You chuckled softly, pumping his cock in a slow manner. He couldn’t do anything but cry and whimper as you push him over and over to the edge, forcing out another orgasm. “Cum f’me, you’re my good boy, you can handle it.” Miguel throws his head back as his toes curl and his cock shoots out ropes of cum again, eyes rolling into his skull and soundless scream escaping his throat.

You grunt at his tightness, giving him mercy and slowing down your thrusts but not stopping. “Good boy, Miguel.” Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, Miguel keens when your hips starts picking up pace a little faster.

Shutting his eyes close, he shakes his head vigorously. “No— No puedo, no puedo m-más— Es- es demasiado—”

You shush him and wipe his tears with your thumb, “I know, I know. Just a little bit more, sweetheart, I promise.” The soft words distracting Miguel enough for him to open his hazy eyes slowly, before you pulled your hips back and rammed into him in one swift motion. You shivered in sadistic thrill at the sound of Miguel’s erotic scream and railed him like a dog in heat, overstimulating him further as he became a babbling dumb bitch who has no choice but to take your ruthlessness.

It would be wiser to cover his mouth because of how carelessly loud his moans and screams were, but you were too focused in chasing your climax and driving him delirious that it didn’t matter anymore.

Soon enough, your cock throbbed inside him and had mercy on the poor perfectly used man as Miguel let out a broken moan, throat already hoarse. “Fuck, pray to me. Won’t you, you sweet thing?” You groan, thrusts getting sloppy due to the knot coiling in your stomach.

“Please—” He chokes out, “C-cum, cum in me, por favor, padre.”

String of curses leaving your lips, you finally met your climax as your cock shoots out sperm and paint his guts in white, the warm feeling making Miguel moan lewdly and cum right after you, rather weakly. His body spasms and quivers non-stop, too overstimulated, unable to calm down from the mind shattering multiple orgasms.

You sigh and slowly grind your hips, just to ride out the peak. Pulling down his turtle neck to kiss the skin properly, you looked at the large crucifix in the corner of your eye.

Forgive me, Lord—

Your plea for forgiveness fall into deaf ears as you seal Miguel’s lips who tried kissing back, but ultimately fell into a deep slumber due to exhaution.

—For I am about to break your blessing’s spirit.

You’re a man of your word. You meant it when you said you didn’t want to hurt him, but Miguel insisted. It isn’t your fault your demons are free now.

And it certainly wouldn’t be your fault that he wouldn’t get to see a daylight anymore.

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

[emilysslvt]

Halloweekend

Halloween was always your favorite, and even though you were a college student studying to be an FBI agent, you always loved to party. Until your professor, Emily Prentiss, saw you extremely intoxicated.

happy halloween everyone, have a good day :) i'll enjoy it being high. веселиться 🥂

warnings: swearing, smut, drinking, smoking

Halloweekend was your favorite time of the year, to dressing up slutty, going to frat parties, and drinking like you're 16 all over again. Since you started criminology, you never really did stuff like that anymore. But your best friend begged and begged until you finally gave in.

She sat on your bed, waiting for you to show her your outfit. You didn't want to go too revealing, so you wore a skirt and a cropped shirt. You went as Freddy Krueger.

You told her to open her eyes, and she clapped. "Oh, yes! Finally, something other than your boring regular clothes. We are going to have the best night tonight!" She exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes at the comment, "thank you, Max. Just what I needed tonight. My professor has assigned a lot of work, and I need to relax." Picking up your purse, you held your hand out for Max and she gratefully took it.

"Professor Prentiss again? She never gives you a break! Always on your ass and no one else's." Max huffed, as you both left your dorms and made your way across campus.

You laughed slightly, "I know. Today she yelled at me because I was on my phone, but some kid was on his too and she didn't say anything to him. It was a text from my mom, I am usually never on it."

Max shrugged, "maybe she has a crush on you." You slapped her arm, and she laughed.

"Yeah, right. She's too professional for that. But I wouldn't be opposed to it, she's so fucking fine." You admitted. You always had a small crush on her, no matter how intimidating she was. In fact, that made her so much hotter.

You and Max continued your conversation until you got to the frat party. You easily got in, as you both knew who was in the frat. Plus, they loved young hot women.

As soon as you got in there, you were handed shots. Max hit her shot glass against yours, and you both downed them. It was like that for the next 3 hours. You had lost count on how many shots you had, and how many times you lost Max. She always did that at parties, you should've known by now.

It was almost 2am, and you had classes in the morning. Once you came to the realization, you made your way out of the house. Not without stumbling, and almost dropping all of your shit. You hated walking alone, but you knew Max was definitely with some guy. You were on your own for the night.

Half way to your dorm, you needed to sit down. You were tired, and about to pass out. You sat on the grass, grabbing a cigarette from your bag. You lit it, and sat there smoking. Yes, the grass was dirty and gross but you didn't care at the time.

"Y/n? Is that you?"

You heard your name, and you opened your eyes. You looked up at the mysterious woman standing in your view, and your mouth slightly dropped.

You put your sober face on, which wasn't convincing at all. "Oh shit. Professor Prentiss!"

"Y/n, what the hell are you doing outside at 2am smoking a fucking cigarette?" She asked, bending over to get a better view of you.

"Oh, well.. you know. Regular Saturday night." Your words slurred, barely making any sense.

Your professor looked frustrated, and she sighed. "Come on. Get up." She held her hand out for you, and you took it. As she pulled you up, you stumbled and dropped your cigarette.

You were sad, looking down at it. "Aw man. I can't believe I dropped it." As you went to pick it up, you almost fell right along with your cigarette. Your professor immediately grabbed your waist, holding you in place.

She sighed, holding you up. "How much did you fucking drink? Where is your dorm? And why are you walking by yourself? That's dangerous, and you out of all these students should know that." Your professor said, wrapping your arm around her shoulder.

"Hahaha I don't really know where my dorm is. And my friend is definitely being fucked by a frat guy right now." You said, giggling to yourself. You barely made any sense, but to yourself it made sense. Well, barely.

"How do you not kn- you know what? You'll stay at my house until you're sober." Your professors tone was off, she sounded pissed. But at the same time, you were too drunk to notice. Or care.

The rest of the night was a blur, you fell asleep on your professors bed but you couldn't remember that. You woke up the next morning, cursing at yourself from how bad your hangover was.

Once your eyes were able to open, you realized you weren't in your dorm. You started to panick, thinking the worst. Up until your professor walked in with a cup in her hand.

She made her way towards you, placing the cup in front of you. "Thought you might need this." You smiled, taking it from her and immediately drinking it. The warm feeling hitting your lips made you feel like a winter day when you had a snow day.

Your professor sat next to you, watching you closely. "Do you remember anything from last night?" You placed the cup on the nightstand next to her bed, as you tried to recollect your thoughts.

You shrugged, deciding to be honest. "I remember before the party. Half hour at the party. That's about it. I think I blacked out immediately. Max told me I needed to blow off some steam, and so I kept taking shot after shot."

She sighed, running her tongue along her lip as she pulled her lip between her teeth. Your eyes watched her tongue, as you always thought that was extremely hot.

"I found you outside around 2am, you were in the grass smoking a cigarette. You couldn't remember where your dorm was. I hope you know that was extremely dangerous, and there are other ways to blow off steam rather than drinking yourself to death." She went on. You knew she was right, and hearing what you did was a tad embarrassing. Now she knew you smoked, and that you were an idiot for forgetting your dorm room.

"And how do you blow off steam, professor?" You asked, tilting your head. She smirked, shaking her head. She avoided the question, and she stood up.

Your professor stood rather close to you, and you watched her eyes quickly dart from your chest back up to your eyes. "You have class in 45 minutes, would you like to go back to your dorm to get ready?"

"I asked you a question, professor. How do you blow off steam?" You were curious as to why she avoided the question. Plus, you didn't want to leave. The way she made you feel like a teenage girl every time her eye lingered your body, or the way she talked in a low tone.

She took a moment to think. Her lips parted, but no words came out. You watched the smirk form on her lips, "would you like me to show you?" You bit your lip nervously, watching as she leaned over you. You felt her breath on your neck, making you lean your head back a bit.

She grew impatient, waiting for your response. "You need to learn your lesson from last night, don't you think?" She whispered in your ear, as she bit the tip of your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You never wanted something so bad. Scratch that. Needed. "Yes, professor."

Her smirk grew, pushing you against her bed. You propped yourself up by your elbows, as she straddled your lap. "Perhaps you need to be punished?"

"I didn't do anything that bad to be punished, professor." You stated. You knew you did, but arguing with an older woman was always fun. And hot.

She leaned down, pressing her lips to your neck as her hand dragged down your body. "No? So getting drunk to forget your problems wasn't bad, hm?" Her lips grazed your neck, as she got closer to your lips. "Or walking by yourself at 2am? Becoming a profiler, you should know better than that." The gap between your lips was killing you. She was so close, but so far.

Her hand slipped under your cropped shirt, her finger grazed the bottom of your bra making you crave her touch even more. "Please touch me.."

With her free hand, she drew the outline of your jaw with her finger. "Do you think you deserve it?"

At this point? Yes. It was torture. The way she slightly touched you, turning you on by barely even touching you. "No.. but I need you." Your words came out in a whisper, but she was happy with the answer.

Your professor ran her hand along your neck, pushing your head to the side. "Tell me how bad you need me."

You were impatient, you needed her now. "Please touch me, professor. I need you. I crave your touch." You sounded pathetic, but professor Prentiss seemed to like it.

"Good girl." Her hand kept a grip on your neck as she slammed her lips against yours, her knee pushed your legs apart as she pressed it against where you needed her most. The kiss was filled with desperation and lust, the way she bit your bottom lip, how it felt so wrong but yet so right.

Her knee pushing against you made you softly moan against her lips, and you felt her smirk. You loved it when she did that. As she pulled away, she bit your bottom lip. You whined at the loss of contact, but her lips soon found your neck. Your hands found her hair as she sucked on your soft skin, leaving a hickey.

Her hand wandered down your stomach, until it found your the hem of your skirt. She slid her hand into your skirt, and she circled your clothed clit, as she lifted her head to whisper in your ear. "Can I touch you?"

"Yes. Please, touch me. Please."

"Needy, are we?" Her tone was low, filled with lust and dominance. You were so turned on, you needed her so fucking bad. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt her fingertips cirling your clit. Her pace was slow, painfully slow. You were so desperate and needy even though her lips were on your neck, and her fingers were on your clit.

Emily lifted her head, "take your shirt off." As she was still keeping her slow pace, you slightly lifted yourself up, pulling your shirt off. Her eyes immediately found your breasts, and with her free hand she unclipped it, letting it fall to the side of her bed.

Her pace sped up as she slightly leaned over, circling your nipple with her tongue before pulling it between her teeth. Soft moans left your mouth as she sucked on your nipple, and her fingers were working your clit. You never felt so good before, and it felt even better just by being fucked by your professor.

Your head fell fell backwards into the pillows as she slid one of her fingers inside of you, making you moan her name softly. Emily bit your nipple before she moved onto your next one, while she slid another finger inside of you. Her hand hit your clit, making you moan louder. Emily loved the sound that left your mouth, and she pushed her fingers deeper into you, hitting your g-spot.

You felt your orgasm approaching, feeling the familiar knot form in your stomach. "Oh, fuck.. I'm going to cum." The words came out in a stutter, as you had barely any thoughts. There was no response from the older women, she just fucked you deeper and faster. Moans and curse words left your mouth, you were so fucking close. Your back arched as you were on the edge of your orgasm, her hand brushing against your clit, her mouth sucking on your nipples, and her fingers so deep inside of you. You were about to cum, but Emily immediately stopped. She removed her fingers from inside of you, and she stopped sucking on your breasts as she looked up at you.

Your professor had her fingers in her mouth. She looked so fucking hot, but you were pissed. You needed that orgasm, and she just stopped.

She sucked her fingers clean, waiting for you to catch your breath. "That should teach you to behave, hm? Maybe next time I'll let you cum. As for now, we have class in ten." Her lips formed a smirk, as she leaned down, placing a kiss on your lips. You were mad at her, but her lips were so fucking soft.

As she pulled back, she bit your lip. "There's no time to go back to your dorm, so take a quick shower and meet me in class. Wear my clothes, because if you show up to class like that I'll have to punish you again."

You nodded, and she smiled. She placed a soft kiss on your forehead, and she got up. "After class, I'll be able to take care of you properly. I'll make it up to you, okay?" Her tone was soft, and it made you want her even more.

It was safe to say that wasn't a one time thing. Both of you enjoyed that too much. Maybe it was because it was wrong, but even then it felt right.

[fallingforfelix]

❛❛lazy days❞

그리고 갑자기, 모든 사랑 노래가 너에 관한 것이었어

and suddenly, all the love songs were about you

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synopsis: jumping onto the ‘lazy platonic make out sessions with best friend felix’ train, cuz omg…this man’s lips are driving me insane

pairing: bsf!felix x gn!reader

content: rated as teen and up, viewer discretion advised, mainly just a bunch of fluff, a bit suggestive with sensual themes, non idol au, second person view, fwb almost??, mature relationships, reader is gn and there are no pronouns used, potential queerbating (depending on reader interpretation), blurred boundaries (platonic vs. romantic relationships)

warnings: kissing, intimate touch, making out, affectionate gestures, explicit emotional intimacy

word count: 0.4k (435)

note: this is a little longer than i hoped, i might have got carried away ranting about his lips lol. i apologise deeply for being so inactive, i only want to produce the best quality work for you guys. now that i’m finally on holidays, i have the time to write again so i promise to upload more frequently.

inspired by: thinking about lazy make out sessions with best friend!lix by ppiri-bahng and what friends do by felixbit

song reference: apocalypse by cigarettes after sex

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it started out with small, platonic kisses on the forehead whenever you greeted or bid farewell to him, whenever he was down or he made an achievement. then one night, felix ran out of his laneige lip sleeping mask and asked to borrow some of yours. you expected him to walk into the bathroom and apply some himself, not for him to capture your lips in a kiss. this marked the beginning of frequent, affectionate make out sessions, something you both regarded as entirely friendly.

if you were quite honest, felix was an incredible kisser. his kisses were just the way you desired—slow and slutty. he’d get handsy when reunited after time apart, fingers caressing your skin tenderly and palms resting high on your hips. whenever felix was pissed, kissing you brought solace, releasing tension into sloppy kisses. without a doubt, his lips always found their way to yours. his anger subsided as he sought refuge and calm, as if your lips were his safe haven. his hands would be fiery, roaming all over your body, groping and tugging at your clothes, and you welcomed the affection. anything for your best friend.

sometimes you’d be laying on top of him, chest to chest, when he’d gaze at you through half-lidded eyes and grant your lips with chaste kisses. or you’d be standing up, focused on something other than him, and he’d come up behind you, snaking his hands around your waist, placing delicate kisses around your neck. he’d hug you closer as if he wanted to mold your bodies together, like each other’s missing puzzle piece. kissing in public is where his limits lie, however. he loves having you all over him, felix is just that kind of person, but public affection becomes too embarrassing, and he doesn’t enjoy the teasing nor the attention.

felix’s lips were a work of art, inviting and sensual. soft, full, and slightly parted, they curved into a perpetual subtle smile, as if holding a secret. the cupid’s bow was defined, giving his mouth a delicate yet masculine shape. when he smiled, the corners would lift, and his lips would curl upwards, radiating warmth. in repose, his lips were relaxed, slightly pink, and irresistibly biteable. when pressed against yours, they were velvety soft, moulding to fit perfectly. the gentle give of his lips as he kissed was intoxicating, making every touch feel like a whispered promise. felix’s lips were an extension of his emotions, conveying every feeling with subtlety and power. they could convey reassurance, comfort, or desire, making them an irresistible focal point, drawing you in with every kiss.

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© fallingforfelix, 2024 tag if inspired

[akilikesbread]

quotes from watching trigun stampede with my friends so SPOILERS:

“Bro he even falls zestily” (in reference to wolfwood)

“oh cool flashback” “more like a VASHBACK am i right? ZINGER” “kys.”

“my lawyers have advised me to not discuss what i would do to his stupid fluffy blonde hair”

WW: “the big man upstairs made me strong” “The big man upstairs made me like people with wires and mandibles.”

*vashs arm gets sucked into a blackhole* “bro wtf, hollow purple”

“boy why you so 🪴”

“motherfucker so gay the cigarette bends the second it touches his mouth”

“this is just a documentary of california”

*BadLads gang shows up* “BL? Boys love? They kiss men?”

*Livio standing menacingly* “SANS???”

*in reference to eye of Michael* “Why’s their logo literally new mexico”

*Legato appearance* “blue hair AND PRONOUNS??” “whats with daman mills and voicing gay men”

*Woowoo getting tortured* “theyre injecting 🏳️‍🌈 into his bloodstream”

*First wolfwood appearance* “He better hit people with that fucking cross”

“he looks hot when hes troubled”

*In reference to Rosa* “If pregnant lady dies i’m leaving the call

“OH MY GOD HES REDPILLED.” “Vashed and redpilled”

“Tricum stampede”

*we were watching on an illegal site so it kept opening new tabs* “AHHHH PORN”

*wolfwood gets fucking bent in half by legato* “Bro where can i get a massage like that”

“Roberto looks like. hold on.” The image sent:

“if the animation was a person i’d make out with them sloppy style. with tongue.”

*in Rollo’s old town with the biblical radio shit* “Guys this sounds just like something my bus driver would say”

*zazie turns into a swarm* “would you still love me if i was a worm :(“

“vash’s mom is pretty” “i’m gonna stop you right there.”

*vash.* “LOOK AT HIS SLUTTY WAIST”

“yeah nai just really liked taking out arms this episode”

*knives playing the piano in the distance* “IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER😨😨😨”

EG Bomber: “MASTER KNIVES😈” my friend in the zestiest voice ever: “master😳”

Vash: *reloading* “THATS SO FUCKING HOOOOTTT” “i wish i was that gun.”

*wolfwood gets fucking run over* “i think hes my new favorite character”

*vash getting chased by the residents of jenora rock* “california has never looked livelier”

“Call me Millions Knives.” “edgy ass emo name, he sounds like hes a 13 year old emo who listens to panic at the disco and cries himself to sleep at night.”

“is this prophetic stress dream bothering you queen”

“i wish Californian sand looked as good here, dont eat the californian sand, its chunky”

*conrad appears* “LUIGI???”

“so this is julai…” “its still may dude, idk how to tell you this”

*Julai screenpan.* “THIS IS JUST VEGAS.”

*wolfwood and vash running away* “me when i skeddadle”

*vash gets shot and walks away* “bros like ‘damn i just got shot :(‘“

“Nicholas the Punisher.” “he can punish me if he wants I MEAN WHAAAAAT”

*That Roberto Scene™️* “*through tears* SO HOW ARE YOU GUYS ENJOYING THE SHOW?”

*Knives dramatically playing piano* “You and that fuckin church organ.”

“5gum stampede”

“Why is nai so jacked???” “theyre both built like brick shithouses”

*Meryl points a gun at conrad* “KILL YOURSELF OLD MAN.”

“WHYS NAI CLENCHING HIS ASS SO HARD…”

“Vash wake up!!” “THIS ISNT LIKE YOU POOKIE”

*Wolfwood steals one last cigarette from Roberto* “Rare cigarette that wasnt fucked up”

“WHO CUT THEIR HAIR.” “Xinqiu.” “Yelan ass haircuts.”

*talking about vash* “hes such a shonen protag. Food friendship and (avoiding) fighting”

“Knives, ur literally gay. i dont wanna hear it.”

“The entrance to the higher plane!” “it looks like a butthole.”

*Knives fucking just floating into the higher dimension* “*cackling*” “WHY HE SLIDE LIKE THAAAT” “stone scraping sound effect”

“Vash shouldve been called damian”

“Prepare mentally for episode twelve, take a deep breath, take a sip of water-“ “KISS A MAN” “DONT KISS A MAN” “KISS A MAN!!!”

*start of episode twelve.* “surely this wont be horrifying”

“I promise to protect you both.” “well you really sucked at that, huh.” “yeah fuck you rem” “HELP???”

*looks at Nai* “Whys he wearing a speedo…”

*Red geranium sprouts in tint Vash’s hand* “NAI LOOK DO YOU WANNA SEE A MAGIC TWICK”

*Running through field of red geraniums* “this reminds me of the angry birds logo”

“metal wing?” “its made of knives, yk, like his name :D” “shut up.” “alright then.”

*chanting* “CUBE!!!!”

“HES GONNA STAMPEDE!!!”

“kiss my vash!!”

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Sailor Outfits and Cigarettes

Warning: Smut, smoking, dirty talk

18+ MINORS DNI

I like the idea that Steve hasn't really slept around that much, but he also likes sex too so when he realizes that he also likes men, he's just like: "Just more people added to the list of possibilities." Like, he realizes before Scoops Ahoy. He's working, and he's going outside for his break when he stumbles upon Eddie Munson smoking. He either just made a deal or was waiting to make a deal. Steve tried not to smoke too often, but he needed one today.

"Could I borrow a cigarette?" Steve asked.

Steve couldn't help but take a real good look at Eddie. It was the hottest day of the year, so Eddie was actually dressed for it. He wore a gray crop top and ripped black shorts that showed off his thighs. Steve could definitely imagine those thighs wrapped around him. His long hair was pulled into a bun, but there was still some hair sticking to the back of his neck, glistening from the sweat. He followed a bead of sweat as it trickled down his skin, and Steve wanted to lick it, to drag his tongue across the skin of his neck, then down to the tattoos peaking from his top. It was a thin top, and he could see his nipples as clear as day. He had piercings. Shit. Steve felt his cock twitch in his pants. Fuck.

"Um. . .no," Eddie said.

"Do you not have another cigarette?" Steve asked.

"I don't give out cigarettes to rich boys in sailor outfits," Eddie said as his eyes raked over his outfit, and Steve could tell by the way his eyes darkened that he liked what he saw.

"What if the rich boy sucked your dick for one?" Steve asked.

Eddie nearly swallowed his cigarette, coughing and spitting it out when it landed in his mouth. Steve tried not to look amused by it.

"Um, don't you work in a mall? Why don't you go in and buy yourself a pack?" Eddie asked, his face red.

"Well, at this point, it's more about sucking your dick than anything else," Steve said as he moved closer to him.

"You seem comfortable in your, um, -"

"Bisexuality?" Steve asked with an amused grin. "I stopped caring about what these mindless assholes think about me or who I like to fuck."

He seemed to move closer to Eddie with each word. He was so close to him now that Eddie could almost taste him. He could almost feel Eddie's skin against his own.

"Have you ever fucked a guy?" Eddie asked.

Steve moved in front of him and put one hand on the wall by his head. Eddie swallowed.

"Almost. I was about to go down on a guy when he panicked and decided to go back to his wife. Though I didn't know he was married. So, no, I still haven't fucked a guy," Steve said.

"Um, I haven't, uh, done anything," Eddie said.

"Not even a kiss?" Steve asked.

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Look at me. No one wants this."

"I am looking, and I like what I see. You're hot," Steve said.

"You're just saying that because you're horny," Eddie said.

"I'm horny because you're so damn hot," Steve said.

"Seriously, people hate me. Why aren't you one of them?" Eddie asked.

Steve leaned down to whisper in his ear, his breath tickling his ear.

"You can push me away whenever you want to," Steve whispered, his lips brushing his ear. "I think the reason people hate you is because they're afraid of how much they want to fuck you, how much they want to be fucked by you."

"Man, that's some ridiculous shit," Eddie laughed.

Steve bit his earlobe, and Eddie groaned. Steve could feel him trembling.

"They look at you, and all they see is how wrong you are. They're raised in a world that tells them they have to be absolutely perfect, not a hair out of line. Then they see you strutting down the sidewalk with that slutty little waist with those clothes that scream 'tie me up and tear me apart.' Man, they look at those hands, with those rings, and they want them wrapped around their throat as you try to stop them from screaming your name. They want to writhe under you and ride you like a stallion. They know you're wrong, but they think, 'Oh, I bet he tastes so good'," Steve whispered and licked a stripe up his neck, tasting the salty sweat on his skin.

Eddie groaned and rolled his hips up to grind against Steve’s.

"Fuck. . . I think I'm about to cream my shorts," Eddie groaned.

"Can I check?" Steve asked and Eddie nodded.

"Fuck, yeah."

Steve unbuttoned his shorts and slipped a hand inside, wrapping his hand around Eddie's length. Eddie crashed his lips to Steve’s and Steve moaned, then broke the kiss.

"Oh, baby, yeah. You're hard. . .is this for me? Just for me?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, just for you, sweetheart," Eddie said as he moved against Steve’s hand.

Steve kissed him, slipping his tongue inside as he massaged Eddie's cock with his hand. Eddie was so close to coming. So close. The backdoor to Starcourt opened suddenly, the door banging open.

"Seriously! Harrington! I am in there working, and you're out here macking on some girl!" Robin shrieked, and Steve broke the kiss. "Oh."

"Seriously, Buckley! I was almost there!" Eddie exclaimed.

"UGH! Harrington! Get your ass back inside!" Robin exclaimed.

"We'll pick this back up later, baby?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Definitely," Eddie said.

Steve walked towards the back door and paused.

"I, uh, have something to take care of first," Steve grinned. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Ugh! Fine!" Robin said, and Eddie went to follow Steve. "Munson, what do you think you're doing?"

"Helping Steve take care of it. Wouldn't want him to walk around the parlor like that, would you?" Eddie asked with a grin.

"Listen, Harrington, I don't care who you fuck but if you leave me alone in there for too long I will find you and kill the both of you!" Robin exclaimed and walked off.

"She's nice."

"Isn't she?"

"Let's go take care of you, baby," Eddie said and slapped his ass. "Damn, that thing is bouncy."

[sissyndfw]

Leigha and I get Gangbanged in Public - Part 1

So I'm out with my friend Leigha and her new boyfriend Sam. We're at a local spot around the corner, not too crowded just having fun. I'm dressed slutty as usual in a tank top, short skirt, thong, and a cute little pink cage. Sam was playing pool so Leigha and I were chilling at the bar getting pretty sloppy. She starts going on about how we haven't hung out lately and how much she misses fooling around with me and that Sam doesn't like to go down on her. She starts playing with my little caged cock under the bar talking about how hard she use to cum when I would lick her pussy. She starts kissing me and pulls my hand under her skirt, she's not wearing any panties and her pussy is soaking wet. So I tell her let's go out to the car and you can cum in my mouth. We head for the door and yell to Sam on the way out that we're going to go to the store to get more cigarettes and he nods in agreement.

We head for the parking lot and start really making out at the car. I push her up on the hood and drop down as she pulls her skirt up around her waist. I start to lick her pussy but she grabs the back of my head and just buries my face in her soaking wet cunt. Her juice is all over my face now as I move my tongue inside her. She starts moaning as she grinds her pussy into my mouth. She was being so loud that we didn't notice a few guys had walked up and were watching us. One of the guys said loudly, are you getting her ready for me, Leigha released my head to raise up and see who was there. I turned to see a skinny young black guy standing behind me. He looked down at me and said, you want this big black cock?

Before I could answer he had his pants open and slapped me across the face with his massive uncut dick. I reached up to push him back but he grabbed my arms and held them above my head as he thrust his cock into my face. Holding my arms with one hand he grabbed his cock with the other hand and smeared Leigha's pussy juice across my face and said open your mouth bitch! I did as he said and he shoved his cock into my mouth and thrusted right into my throat. He said, look, I told y'all she was a fucking slut. I then realized that he was not alone. I tried to look around and could see at least 4 other black guys but he forced his cock all the way into my mouth, his balls bounced against my chin and all I could see was his hairy bush. I could hear the other guys asking Leigha if she wanted to fuck a real man as they pulled her to the edge of the car hood.

Your cock is fucking huge Leigha exclaimed as one of the guys slid into her pussy. He didn't waste any time as he started slamming his cock into her soaking wet cunt. I could hear her moaning and the sound of his balls slapping her ass. I was pinned against the side of the car as my guy was throat fucking me as hard as he could. I started gaging and he pulled his cock out of my mouth so I could catch my breath, drool was pouring out of my mouth as he began slapping my face with his wet cock. The guy fucking Leigha started grunting and my guy released my hands and grabbed me by my hair, he turned me around and told me to watch as his friend pumped Leigha full of cum. My little cock started throbbing in my cage as I watched wishing that bbc was exploding inside me.

[fanaticsnail]

Snail! Another banger! You know what that means:

○“C’mon, now. What have I gotta do to get your layers off? Talk dirty to you?” He used the steel edge of his knife to attempt to pry the brown outer layer away.

●Not my home cook ass just using my hands 💀. In my defense, I'm only cooking for family lol.

○Cheeky Nami kisses, soft Robin kisses, and nibbled toothy kisses from Chopper were his favorites.

●The way I need these so bad??? Blink twice if you wanna hear my takes on these.

○ from Luffy which was used to depict the state of his appetite

●Kissing Luffy and him getting hungry halfway through. Him deciding you taste good enough and just continuing to kiss you. Don't worry, you two raid the pantry later (don't tell Sanji).

○the skeleton man had no lips

●A moment of silence to think about how terrifying Brook would be irl

○he was happy that the stinky moss-head kept his lips to himself.

●Me when I lie

○ you leaning on the side of the door

●OH this absolute nuisance (affectionate). She knows what she's doing. Going full seductive door lean? Are you trying to kill the poor boy? Something, something, Megara from Hercules.

○What's cooking, good looking?” you smiled at him softly, gesturing with your chin to the pot on the stove. He froze up, his ears tinting darker with the shade of pink.

●His ass could not go back to baraié, because he'd come back with twice the skill and a third of the rizz he left with.

○Taking the extinguished cigarette out of his lips, he placed the butt in the bin beneath the sink.

●Three trash bins in the strawhat kitchen. Wet Waste, Dry Waste, and Sanji's Cigarettes.

○“I actually love it. Even though it started as a joke, it has actually made a big difference the way I’ve been feeling lately.”

●#kissSanji2024

○throwing his head back and drawing up his forearm to his face to catch the damp blood from exiting his nose. His head was dizzy, his lips parting and whining as he felt your tongue swirl around the soft bite to his collar.

●MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN

○You squeaked in response, immediately placing your hands on Sanji’s hips as he pinned you against the sink with his hips

● Yes bitch! Grab that slutty little waist!

○"I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, honest-" “-Sanji,” you laugh at him, looking up through half-hooded lashes and brushing your nose with his, “Your mirepoix is going to burn.”

● Them: https://images.app.goo.gl/r4ciH8S635FznucZ9

○“This stupid apron has been nothing but a complete distraction.”

●Snail, this is your sign to buy chef-husband a "kiss the cook" apron.

○Come find me when you want to put on that stupid apron again, hm?” you utter, releasing his hips and making your way over to the kitchen doorway

●She's such an icon! Came to the kitchen and kissed the prettiest boy on the ship! Made him literal putty in her hands! Made him burn his food! Kissed him again, and then left! Left while still flirting with him, hips swaying to Shakira Shakira! I want her! I NEED her!

Oof, this one was long. But what else to say after 1.5k+ of absolute art?

-♡♡ lots of love

Oh my gosh, I love your reviews and commentary!!

As a home cook married to a chef, peeling onions is my job. And I hate it. I do the good ol' halve it and pry it, but sometimes the skins are just a nuisance.

I am blinking twice. Give me your hot take on the kisses 😏.

Luffy kisses are just him gnawing in between waiting for dinner.

Brook has my heart and I love him. I'd still kiss. I wanna jam with him so bad.

"Me when I lie," I'm dying. I can't even. I love me a bit of zosan (see my strawhat Christmas fic 👀).

Yes, we are trying to kill him. With kisses.

The three trash bins, I can't even. I refuse to believe he'd taint the flavour of the sealife with littering the ocean. He knows better.

Kiss Sanji '24 ✊

I should absolutely but a 'kiss the cook' apron for chef-husband. If I get him for Krap Kringle this year, that's the first thing I'm gonna get.

This reader is Loca, and I loved writing the kisses like this. Kisses are my favourite.

Thank you for dropping lil' treats in my ask box. I love doing your requests, Anon! 😘🖤

[usakiboi]

I have a habit of saying I’ll something and either never do it or forget that it was ever an option so instead of me doing that I’ll give everyone else this idea and hope someone either remembers for me or does it before me

Beefy ass Log/Rogu in tight skirts and dresses. Not scrawny twink Log. No no, don’t make him short. No. Make him tall. Make it known that that is a grown ass man that smokes cigarettes and suffers from lung cancer with a 5 o clock shadow. Give him muscles and a chest so big and tight they almost look like tiddies. Give him a slutty waist if you want. Maybe even a more fleshed out one. Idc. You wanna give him a gf to go with the piece? That’s fine. She better be holding that man on a leash. You want bro to have a boyfriend? That’s also fine. Idc. Lemme see that man in a maid outfit ASAP. Thank you.

[bunnyboowrites]

𝓮𝓵𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓷

  ♡ (adj.) beautiful or creative; divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.

Cat burglar Nami x BlackFem!reader

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(Y/N) would come to find out that the address that was sent was a nightclub, super exclusive. Bon Clay was rifling through their closet trying to find something for her to wear. 

       “Honey, only the most famous of famous hang out in THE Den Donquixote” they said picking up a black colored mini dress but ultimately threw it in the no pile “I mean im an influencer and i know famous people but never famous enough to get off that waiting list, you have to look absolutely perfect. What if you meet a hot guy and hes super rich” They gasped “What if im right and Nami wants to rub her body parts all over your body parts” 

       “Ew Bonnie, never say it like that ever again.” she crossed her arms and sat back on their bed “And second she doesn't think of me that way, she wants a full-time makeup artist.” Bonnie just shook their head and picked a pink mini-dress out of their closet. 

        “I bought this and it turned out to be too small and i forgot to return it, but it would look perfect on you my little hunny bunny~” They handed her the dress and she sighed and went to go pick some shoes from her room. Upon her return Bon Clay set up the hair products and makeup products they needed. 

    (Y/N) had already been through the torturous process of waxing basically her entire body and Bonnie had not been nice about it. They did her nails; a full new set in white and her toes too. She felt like their doll and now that they were dressing her up she was glad the torture was over. 

     “Youre gonna need a thong and some boob tape” she rolled her eyes, the relief was short lived. She squeezed into the dress after the preparation and she felt sexy, she smiled at Bonnie and giggled when they hugged her from behind. Her shoes making her almost their height. 

     “We have to take a picture before i go alright?” she hugged their arms closer to her “and next time ill bring you with me and we can have fun dancing all night and drinking fancy liquor” they started to sway Bonnie nodded and pulled their phone out of their pocket. Snapping a mirror selfie of them hugging around her waist, they sent the photo to her and clasped their hands together. 

       “My job here is done, go have fun my little one” they said with a bright smile, she blew a kiss and grabbed her clutch with extra cash and a extra battery pack to charge her phone just in case and anything else she mightve needed before walking out of the apartment. She was surprised to see a black suv, the window rolled down revealing a familiar red head. She was wearing a white asymmetrical top and matching pants.

       “Are you ready?” she motioned for the driver to open her door while she scoot over to make room for the other woman. (Y/N) climbed into the back seat and took in her surroundings and saw that there was someone in the front seat with the driver and a person on the other side of Nami. 

      “Nami, my love who is this beauty you invited?” the blonde spoke from the front seat, she could feel a bit of disgust fill her from the smell of his cigarette. “My name is Sanji sweetness whats yours?” Nami rolled her eyes and flipped him off. 

     “She works for me and she doesnt want to talk to such a slutty man.” she spat as she put her hand into (Y/N)s lap. She felt her legs tense and close around her hand and she looked to her “You okay (Y/N/N)?” she whispered with a teasing tone 

        “Im fine Nami, thank you for inviting me. Remind me to get pictures with you before we mess it all up” she looked over at the redhead and chuckled “im only gonna post the ones with Bonnie though, so i’m not posting and you don’t want to be posted” she turned the phone toward Nami, the picture that she took with them all hugged up together. Nami could feel the jealousy, but she had to reminder herself that (Y/N) didn’t like her in that way; she was here to work. Though she couldnt help but be surprised when a hand moved on top of hers she gave a glance and smiled.

    When they were finally there (Y/N) couldn’t help but be intimidated, especially about what Bonnie had said about Den Donquixote. It was supposedly also a secret exclusive sex club beneath the establishment. She thanked the driver as he helped her get out of the car and safely onto the black velvet carpet. Nami grabbed her hand and then there was yelling and flashes. A Man with green hair was walking infront of the, shielding them from the onslaught of paparazzi, once they were being led through the thick double doors she could hear Nami dismiss Zolo? Zoro? (Y/N) watched as he walked to the car and it pulled off. 

        They were guided to an area that had a booth, it was facing a stage but she assumed thats where the DJ would be. The music that was playing was loud and she could feel the bass in her chest. She already saw Sanji on the dancefloor with another woman with brown hair. Nami just shook her head, the lights turned a pinkish purple and (Y/N) recognized the opening notes to the song “Oh my gosh Nami i love this song, we have to go dance come on” she grabbed the redheads hand and brought her down to the dance floor.  

     Driver roll up the partition please…

(Y/N) ran her hands up her body as she moved with the song, Nami watched her hips move and she felt herself looking at her beautiful ass  that was peeking out from under her dress. She put her hand on the other girls waist, she felt her breathing pick up in speed when she saw how their skin contrasted. 

     Driver roll up the partition please, i don't need you seeing Yonce on her knees.

     (Y/N) felt the song, her body relaxing as she let go of the anxiety when she felt Nami's touch. Running her hand up Nami's neck and coming to a stop in her hair. Her confidence was growing, Nami could tell by the way she was pressing her perky ass into her. Nami had never been more grateful not to be a man; seeing as she would've already soiled her pants. 

   Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up, and we ain’t even gon’ make it to this club

    “You’re being so bold (Y/N), are you like this with all your friends? Or only the pretty one?” Nami purred in her ear, she shivered and smiled slightly 

     “I just like to dance, is that a crime?” she turned her body and wrapped her arms around Nami's neck “If so you gon’ arrest me officer?” she smirked seeing Nami flustered as well.

    Now my mascara runnin’, red lipstick smudged. Oh he so horny, yeah, he want to fuck.

  Their lips were getting closer to touching as Nami thought of a comeback but the music faded out and the attention of the crowd was being directed to the stage. Nami couldn't help but feel giddy dragging (Y/N) back to their seats. Her plan was officially in action. 

   The Den Donquixote's infamous sex performances, that was Nami's big wild card to get the upper hand. She definitely wasn't in control on the dancefloor but she knew that a  sweet little thing like (Y/N) would give up at the mention of something sexual. Nami could only watch her face as the performance began. (Y/N) eyes were wide and her breathing was getting a little shallow as she watched the filthy things these people were doing to each other, she jumped as she felt a hand on her inner thigh. A very slender hand with short acrylics and she felt the blood in her body warm up. The hand was creeping closer to the apex of her thighs and she felt her brain short circuit. 

       “Im gonna go get a drink, do you want anything?” She said jumping up, She was quick to pull her dress down as the other girl sat there looking a bit disappointed. Nami shook her head no and (Y/N) quickly scurried off to get her mentioned drink. 

   Once she reached the bar she ordered a drink and opened her clutch before she saw a bill drop on the counter and she looked up and saw a man with black hair and freckles. He gave her a charming smile and looked for the right thing to say “You didn't have to do that i have money to buy myself a drink” she didn’t want to sound ungrateful but she didn’t want this man thinking that just because her was handsome and he paid for her drink that he was gonna get something from. 

       “Its just good manners to pay for a ladies drink, especially one as pretty as you” he said leaning in a little closer “My names Ace, Whats yours sweetheart?”  

   (Y/N) contemplated and answered with her name. He smiled and made a cheesy joke about it being fate they met here. 

  If only they could feel the glare they were getting; if only looks could kill...

[jlemonster]

[Image Description: an ao3 light mode screenshot of a short paragraph and eight dialog lines, that reads "The way he says it, Crowley knows immediately that it’s a false name. Oh, the man is good, she can’t argue with that. He’s been at this for a while. But she has, too, longer than this human could ever dream of, and she knows how untruth sits in the mouth. Cozzetti balances it well on his tongue. It warms her to him.

“I am Miss Ashtoreth.”

Cozzetti tips his head to the side. “I have to say, I’m happy to hear you’re a miss.”

“And who says that means anything to you?” Crowley says it coolly, but she extends her hand. Cozzetti raises it to his lips with a flourish. It’s rather compelling.

Crowley flags down the bartender. “A beer for me, please, and another one for this gentleman.”

“Do you have a first name, Miss Ashtoreth?”

“Ashtoreth is the name that matters. Encantada de conocerte.”

“You sound cute in Spanish.”

Crowley grunts. “It has been a long time since any man called me cute, Señor Cozzetti.”

“Do you object?” ".

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"every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire" by marveling_under_an_open_sky (@two-hands-toward-the-sun)*

is a banger fic and you should give it a look even if you don't know shit about Los Simuladores and Emilio Ravenna.

*+ juli beta reader

Here are some of my favorite fragments:

"and she knows how untruth sits in the mouth." is alone such a tactile line; it itself gives such tangible weight, reminder to the audience of the silver-tongued nature of any words coming from these two.

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""Ay, Dios. ¿Qué te hicieron a vos?”

“¿Cuánto tiempo tienes?” Crowley laughs. (...)

Cozzetti rests his elbow against the bar and gazes at her. “Todo el tiempo que quieras.” "

I'm just twirling my hair in spanish at this point. i have two hands and a passion for slutty little waists and you cannot hold me accountable for this.

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"Crowley finishes telling an anecdote about a director that leaves Cozzetti in stitches, and she downs the last of her beer with a grin. Conversation lulls between them. Cozzetti considers her, chin balanced on the back of his hand, laughter still lurking in his eyes and the corners of his mouth. It’s this crooked, delighted little twist of the lips that makes Crowley ask abruptly, “Are you staying at this hotel?” " now, from somebody that's fixated on Peretti (Ravenna's actor)'s little flirty and dorky gestures every time fae's watched El Colaborador Foráneo -& other instances where he gets drunk and acts fruity as hell- a maybe not normal amount, these details here are SO evocative and bring such nice images back. For this paragraph my only comment is: fag approved. Peretti chapame.

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"Balancing untruth, as it turns out, is far from the only thing Cozzetti’s tongue can do." no iba a comentar en la parte horny pero aguante Ravenna Good At Cunnilingus headcanon xoxo.

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"Cozzetti obeys, slumping down onto his back; the grin plastered across his face is so outrageously smug that it should come with a warning sticker." it should

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"“Plotting.” Cozzetti exhales a plume of smoke and stares down at the cigarette cocked between his fingers. “Scheming. Having a nightmare about it all going wrong.” " ,.,, marido,,, ☭NUESTRO marido☭. No but seriously this line makes my chest ache. Santos' nightmares..... i hope there's a "i woke up from a nightmare again, can i sleep with you" fic somewhere for these fags.

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"Slowly, Cozzetti lowers himself back into the pillows, never taking his eyes off of her. She hadn’t expected that, either. Actual concern. She knows humans, she’s been with many humans; she has seen the better part of everything and very little about them can outright surprise her anymore but—apparently—she can still feel stung by their kindnesses." what was that one quote? how heavy this human-ness? idk. that.

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im not gonna spoil the fic's last line, because i think its so well executed i refuse to take away any of the inertia it cultivated so well. but let it be said: it plunged a fist into my guts and i thanked it for it.

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NOW a mini rant-review:

que placer leer una pieza tan claramente escrita por alguien bilingüe, el cambio del inglés al español en diálogo se siente tan nuestro, en vez de tener esa textura alien del latinismo pre-fabricado.

la caracterización personalmente me pareció hecha con cariño y cuidado, lo cual aprecio muchísimo porque no hay mejor cosa en un fic que leer las micro-expresiones que uno por su cuenta nota en pantalla. (sobbing) that's my little guy and their shit-eating grin etc etc

extrañaba a estos personajes y la verdad no esperaba reencontrarnos de esta forma, pero honestamente me encantó- un pairing que no se me había cruzado por la cabeza pero que funcionaría 100% en el canon.

also aguante she/her crowley. ahora falta she/her ravenna-

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

I could fix her..

AN: Idk, i saw this post, and it just came to my mind. Also watching a shitload of Shameless lately, maybe thats in it too.:D

Minors do not interact!

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GIF by killer-queen101

You tutored Billy. That was how you two became friends. Somewhat of friends at least. You weren't on the "to be bullied" list of his. That's gotta count for something.

You were a little genius, but you made him promise he wouldn't tell anybody of you tutoring him. What would being good hearted and smart do to your fame huh? You were the ice queen of Hawkin's High. Never in a relationship, but getting everyone you wanted. Playing a bit then on to the next. Sure, some would call you a whore, all the girls hated you. But you ran the place, and that was enough.

In your previous school you tried having friends and it never turned out well. With the move you finally had the chance to reinvent yourself. SO this is how you got to the slutty metalhead phase. Body to kill for, untouchable. And man.. did you love it.

There was a party at lover's lake, of course multiple guys invited you. They followed you around like lost puppies. On the other side of the fire Billy smirked watching you. When your eyes met his he lifted his beer to send you a little - cheers - winking as you smirked back to him sipping your beer.

Nancy and Steve at beside Billy so he heard Nancy say - gosh so fucking slutty. i don't know what they see in her. She wasn't always like this you know..My parent's are friends with hers, and they told us that she was mommy's angel where they lived before... - Steve just scoffed and took a sip from his beer. Of course he wanted you too. Everyone wants what they cannot have, and sure as hell nobody got you.

-I could fix her... - Billy said as he was smirking at you still. At this point you stood up kissing one of the boys next to you while you looked into your friend's eye, before you walked up to him hopping in his lap as you took his cigarette from his mouth to smoke some. His hand went to your waist supporting you. He could tell you were drunk already.

-What's up Billy boy? See something you like? - you flirted before chuckling.

-Mommy's princess is drunk ain't she? Want me to take you home?

You scoffed before you took a handful of the collar of his shirt to lift him up, noses nearly touching.

-That depends, your home or mine?

He sighed before clenching his jaw. You were playing a dangerous game, and he wasn't one to pass on it. He bearely opened his door before you stopped ridding him of his clothes. He grabbed your wrists, stopping you. As he slowly hauled you closer, as you giggled.

-What? - you asked.

He just got a hold of your face with both hands, kissing you passionately as you both devoured eachother. The next morning he woke up alone.

The day after he saw you in school flirting with the captain of the football team near the bleachers.

-Didn't really look fixed. - Steve said to Billy laughing while they smoked.

Billy clenched his jaw and powerwalked to you, taking your chin into his hand, forcing you to look at him.

-If i fuck you, noone else does. -he spat at you angrily as the hold on your neck tightened a bit, making you smirk, and hot and bothered.. But he doesn't have to know that.

He let go of you only to punch the captain in the face as he tried t o be a gentleman and save you.

-You see Billy, the problem is, i don't see you fucking me. - you said in the sweetest voice. He looked at you in a way that only predators look at they prey. You ran up to him, jumping up, legs immediately around his waist as he goes under the bleacher while you two kiss.

-Gonna show you who owns this pussy. - he said between kisses as he shoved your panties to the side. It wasn't hard getting to them, you wore an impossibly short skirt today, showing off your legs.

You both moaned as he entered you in a single motion, still holding you up. You bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

-Nobody fucking owns this pussy Hargrove..But you knocking him out was hot as fuck.. - you say between thrusts.

When you came, you got off off him. Fixed your clothes and started to walk away before looking over your shoulder.

-If you think you can ever own me this isn't gonna work. - before you walked away without waiting for a reaction.

A few minutes later Billy joined Steve with a few drops of blood still on his lips.

-Feisty huh? - he asked Billy, and he just chuckled, lighting a cigarette.

On thursday you showed up at his house with your geometry book for the tutoring session. When he opened the door he started to unbutton his shirt, but you stopped him.

-Hargrove, tutoring, now. - as you manouvered around him to get to his couch.

After an our he still wasn't getting the topic. After a bit of thinking you smirked evilly, and took out the post it's from your bag. Drawing up the stuff from your notes to each of them, putting one of every piece of clothing you had on.

-For every good answer you get to take one off. - you said.

Surprisingly enough you were down to your panties in minutes. With the right motivation he was a smart guy after all. Then there it was, the hardest equation of the topic. You were kneeling on the couch beside him, finger teasingly on your lip as you cooed.

-Oh what's up Billy boy? Not gonna take my panties off? Maybe i should just dress up and go have at it with Steve then.. i remember him being good with geometry..

He clenched his jaw as he looked you in the eyes. He got hold of the back of your neck, bringing you down for a kiss, other hand slapping and pinching your exposed nipple, before shoving your panties to the side, already gathering sick with his finger, teasing you.

You were a soaked moaning mess in a matter of minutes, just about to reach your high when he stopped. You hit his arm when you realized what is he doing.

He brought up a finger to ever so slightly, lazily run through your soaked folds as he said affectionately.

-If you show me how to solve that, i'll give you what you want doll.. - before leaning back on the couch, showing off a tent that must be painful at this point. You scribbled on the paper, showing him how to solve it. He looked at it, solved another that needed the same formula then smirked at you. You tried to run to the bathroom, but he caught your waist before you even circled the couch, tossing you over his shoulder, hard slap stinging on your ass.

He basically tossed you to his bed and jumped in right after. Kissing your neck, your collarbones..

-How about a little reward? -he asked

-Reward for what? - you whimpered.

-Reward for me for solving that of course. - he smirked into your neck.

-Your reward was taking off my panties. - you said to him, fingers travelling through his hair making him bite your neck softly. Then you heard a click. When you lifted your head to see what it was you heard another. He had handcuffed you to his bed.

-You bastard.. - you said angrily, trying to get out. He got between your knees, gently kissing the side of your knee making your concentrate on him.

He kissed further and further... never really kissing where you wanted him to, but at this point you weren't gonna beg. He kissed your clit, before he showed two fingers inside you making you moan out. He curled them as he knew what exactly was good for you, always hitting spots nobody ever found before. Soon enough you were reaching your high, but he stopped again making you growl and huff in his bed.

-Pretty when you're angry.. - he chuckled at you, caressing your thighs.

-Quit fucking teasing Hargrove. Fuck me already. - you pouted. He leaned above you, kissing you softly, caressing your sides.

-Not gonna beg princess? I could make you cum so many time's you'd want me to stop... too bad.. no begging no cumming.. - he threatened playfully before sucking in one of your nipples as his fingers went back down to tease your pussy. Soon he lined himself up, gathering your slick with his member before slowly pushing into you making you gasp. You were so close, so fucking close. If he's not gonna move, you will, your legs were still free.

-Tsk tsk tsk.. - he snickered after he slapped the insides of your thighs hard. Hard enough so his palms would show. -Stop squeezing me so hard princess.. i'd hate to cum so soon...

-Move, please. - you whispered, nearly crying cause of all the ruined orgasms.

-What i didn't hear you. - he pecked your lips quickly still not moving inside you.

-Fucking move Hargrove.. - you nearly shouted at him and with a chuckle he started to move painfully slow, eyes watching every muscle in your face. When you were getting close again, he slowed down, kissing you passionately again.

-Close again huh? -he asked sweetly.

-Yes, please dont stop. - you whimpered.

-What was that baby?

-Billy, please don't stop, please make me cum.. - you begged. Before your brain could even register it. But he smirked into the next kiss, setting up a punishing pace, making you soak him. He helped ride out your high before he painted your velvety walls with his cum. He slowly pulled out, laying down beside you, looking at your face.

-Can i undo the cuffs, or will you sneak out after i fall asleep?

-Why do you want me to stay? - you did not look at him.

-(Y/n).. doll.. we are friends for some time now. Even if you won't admit it. I know something is wrong, and i want you to know that i'm here if you.. if you need someone to talk to..

-You don't know shit.. - you said still not looking at him, eyes glazed over, few tears already escaping. He wipes them with his thumb, undoing the cuffs before he gathers you in his arms.

Nobody ever held you this close and nobody ever made you feel this safe.

-I know im good, but you don't need to cry about that, you can get it anytime you want.. matter of fact, ready to go in a minute. - he whispered making you chuckle into his chest.

-Asshole. - was the last thing you said before falling asleep in his arms.

Next morning you were sitting on his bed, smoking quietly next to his sleeping form. He was fucking gorgeous you had to give him that. His phone woke him up on time for school. You knew he was free 1st period so he must have planned this, planned to take you this morning. It was heartwarming and terrifying at the same time. When he opened his eyes, he smiled when he found you, back up to the headboard, smoking and reading a book you found, just in his shirt. He rolled you on top of him.

-Good morning. Wanna have a shower? - he asked.

-Yea that would be great, and a shirt too. Can't have me show up in yesterdays one.

You giggled when he climbed in the shower after you, already reaching your your pussy.

-We're gonna be late... - you tried to reason with him.

-No, you're gonna be.. but you're good with history, it will be fine. - he said pushing you up on the wall, sucking, nibbling on your neck as you moaned.

-Be quick. - you whimpered.

He stopped the car at the parking lot, and you both got out. It felt like one of those movies where the two famous kids of school or the power couple walks through the yard, all eyes on them.

You were already at the etrance of the building when you realized that you wear his shirt, obviously everyone could guess it's his, you have a hickey, and he just had an arm around your shoulder all the way here. He slapped you butt, pecked your lips before turning around and joining Steve, Nancy and Eddie not too far. You went to class, while he chatted away before his.

-The fuck was that Hargrove? - asked Nancy.

-Fixing her. - he shrugged, making the guys laugh.

-That was the plan but not with your dick... what's next? She's gonna be a fixation around us?- she said before storming away. Steve srunning after her.

-What is wrong with her? - Billy asked Eddie.

-Steve told her she could be more easy going and sexy like (Y/n).. Now she's sure (Y/n) will take him from her.

-Oh cmon, when did (Y/n) ever look at Steve.. also she's pretty hooked on... - he motioned to his dick, making them both laugh and highfive.

The same day, he saw you walking towards the exit of the schoolyard. And jogged up to you.

-What Hargrove?

-Hello to you too princess. - he mocked you. - was wondering if you'd come with me to Munson's gig this friday?

-Not doing dates Billy..

-Not a date, Harrington and Wheeler will be there too.

-Oh so a double date where I get to listen to Nancy Wheeler bitch about me trying to steal his bad excuse of a man boyfriend Steve? No thanks. - you started to walk away.

-Oh cmon it will be fun, maybe we get them to break up. - he joked.

-Fine, but no lovely dovey shit, ya hear me? - you pointed a finger at him.

-Okay okay, no lovely dovey shit, can still fuck you in the backstage or the bathroom right? - he asked before kissing you.

-Fuck you Hargrove.

-You love it bitch. - he shouted after you as you walked away showing him your middle finger.

That friday night you entered the club wary. You did not want Nancy to be a bitch to your face too. You wore one of Billy's old, torn metallica shirts as he asked, with black jean shorts, stockings, and boots.

-Hey pretty girl. - Billy whistled as he waved you over to the table. Nancy immediately asking him something among the lines of what the fuck is she doing here? you were sure of it.

-Nancy, Steve.... fucker. - you greeted them all with a small nod before sliding in beside Billy.

-So um.. how was your day (Y/n) ? - Nancy tried to chat.

-Fine. Nothing mayor. Fucked some guy in the library. - you smirked.

-Gosh.. - she whispered rolling her eyes.

-Live a bit Nance, being prude will get you nowhere. - you said as you stood up, took your drink and danced into the middle of the crowd immediately getting the attention of Eddie too.

He smirked at you saying the next song they play will be for you. Ice Queen of Hawkins High.

It's a song about fake friends, heartbreak but you love it, it is your favourite anyway, so you dance, jump, create a circlepit. Billy and Steve doing the same around you somewhere while Nancy watches from the booth.

You roll your eyes and run to her with two tequila shots.

-C'mon princess, we going dancing. - you say as you make her drink one, and hold her hand as you basically drag her to the dance floor over to the boys. For some moments you feel like you have friends, as Nancy wouldn't hate you tomorrow morning again. As Billy wasn't just fucking you, and Steve and Eddie aren't some highschool boys who want to fuck you. It almost seem normal.

After the party Eddie, Nancy and You sit on the pavement while Billy helps Steve vomit behind some bush.

You take the joint from Eddie.

-I get it we aren't gonna be friends Nancy, and i get that you all think i am a whore, but i would never go for someone that's taken. Against the code. I mean.. we were friends back then... you should've known i would never do that to you... - you say before handing the joint to Nancy, standing up and walking away. By the time Steve and Billy got back you were nowhere to be seen. Nancy was crying while Eddie was soothing her.

-What happened here? What did that slut say to her? - Steve asked drunkedly, making Nancy cry ever harder. Billy let go of him immediately.

-Say that again... - he said, hands curled in fists.

Eddie jumped up standing between them.

-Stop it now. She's not a slut.. well maybe she is but like in a positive meaning, and also the only thing she said is that she would never go for someone that's taken, cause she heard how Nancy talked behind her back and like she reminded of of their past or something.. That's it. Now Nancy feels bad.

-Their past? - Billy asked.

-Yes.. our.. our parents were friends... we spent a lot of time at their house over the summers... and then we moved, they moved too, and i never bothered to call.. i.. i abandoned her just like everybody else did...

-What do you mean everybody else?

-Her.. her first boyfriend.. all of her friends.. her mom... now i heard her dad is in a coma in the hospital.. she just.. she never had anyone..

You cried all the way home. This was temporary, this friendly thing is never gonna last. You climb up to your room, sitting in the window to smoke when you hear noises.

-Psst... pstt... (Y/n).. - you hear Billy call for you.

-Not in the mood to fuck Hargrove.. go away..

-Not here to fuck.. we brought beer. - he whisper yelled and when you looked down you saw Billy and Eddie carrying beers, Steve nodding, while Nancy waves at you with a small smile.

-Don't need charity. - you say before putting out your cigarette and closing the window..

You skipped the last week of school, nobody knew where you were until on friday the principal himself entered the class, the only class you had with Billy, Nancy, Steve, and Eddie.

-I am sorry to inform the class that your classmate (Y/n), has lost his father last sunday, hence why she has not come this week, and will not be attending her classes until after the funeral. If you have any questions you may come see me in my office.

They all looked at eachother in shock.

When Billy knocked on your door that afternoon, he only heard the loud music. You probably didn't hear the knock, but the door wasn't locked so he walked in, only to find you laying in the middle of the living room on the floor, picture frames, glass, wine bottles shattered all around you, probably under you as well. You look barely alive. You definetely drank your bodyweight multiple times over the last week, the panties and top you wore was stained with drinks and blood. You were nearly unconscious. He gathered you in his arms, and brought you to the bathroom to clean you up.

-Jesus baby, why didn't you call..

-Har...har.hargrovvvve.... - you slurred pointing and smiling at him.. - you are one .... one handsome fucker ya know that? - you said as he looked you over with worry, searching for cuts, selfharm and shit...

-You hate me too don't ya? you all do.. i know. it's okay though... that why i never date, never make friends...

-We don't hate you (y/n), we're worried.. let us help.

-What, so you can get good point with the city? help the poor orphan bury her father, cook her shit, adopt her? no thanks.. i don't need your pity.

-It's not fucking pity. We are your friends, you are important to us. We love you... i... i love you. - he practically yelled with you,

-Yea.. sure.. - you chuckled to yourself.

-Listen this is not the day to talk about this. Let's get you cleaned up and to bed. I'll bring some food too. -he said.

And that was what he did. He called Nancy and Steve and Eddie over, they helped clean and cook and by the time you woke up, they were in the living room watching a movie. Billy looked at you as you entered, the rest too lost in the movie. He motioned you to go and curle to his side, which you hesitantly but did. This felt so domestic, so right. Billy kissed the top of your head as you all watched the movie.

Then the next few weeks were spent like this. Together. Someone was always with you. Then the funeral came, and they were there with you. All the fucking way.

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Half a year later your birthday was coming up, and they thought a way to spend it. Steve and Billy was smoking out on the porch, as Nancy and you raided your closet for something to wear. Corroded coffin specially for you, in your living room.

-So, did you talk since then? - Steve asked Billy.

-No, i.. i don't think she remembers that i said it. We are friends, kind of best friends, and we fuck.. man she's the best fuck of my fucking life. I.. yea.. - he smiled as he scratched the back of his neck.

-Maybe today's the day huh? - Steve winked at him.

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-Jesus Nance, am i fucking nun? - you laughed at the piece of clothing she showed you. Then she found it. A small, silk dress with a slit on ine side, emerald green, thin spaghetti straps. Perfect. Fisnets to go with it, and of course the boots.

-Billy's gonna lose his shit when he sees you. - she giggled.

-He's not gonna do shit. We're friends.. - you said as you applied a dark wine red lipstick.

-Yea.. sure.. friends.. do you not remember the... - you turned around waiting for her to finish, but she never did.

-Do i not remember what? - you said walking up to her.

-I.. i shouldn't have said anything.. forget it.. yea it was silly, you're just friends...

-Cut the shit Nance, you already started, finish it. - you shouted. The guys heard it, and ran up the stairs. Maybe it's another panic attack..

-Okay.. i .. it really shouldn't be me to say this.. but.. when Billy found you.. and cleaned your cuts and shit.. he.. he said he loved you, and you were so fucking drunk you didn't fucking remembered... - she said guiltily as the door opened behind her. shit she muttered knowing he fucked up.

-Is it true? - you asked of Billy with tears in your eyes. - I ASKED IS IT TRUE? - you yelled when he didn't answer.

-Yes it's true. - he said finally. You looked to the side, tears streaming down your face. Before anybody could say anything the door opened signaling that the band and some other people arrived to the party. You wiped off your tears and went down to greet them.

You drank a few shots, and by the time the band was on you were drunk out of your mind. Billy sulked out on the porch. After the concert some other music blasted, you all were dancing around, you particulary with Eddie. And waaaay to close. He thoght it was just you being drunk.

-You're a handsome guy Eds... I always loved your hair. - you slurred.

-Thanks hun, i really wish it was like Bi... - before he could finish his sentence you kissed him. Suddenly he was ripped from you, as Steve tried to get between him and Billy. You have never seen Billy so angry.

-What the fuck Munson?

-I did nothing for fuck sake, she kissed me.. - he held up his hands in surrender. Billy looked at you.

-I'm fucking fed up with you being scared of calling things as it is. You think i would play fucking house with my friends? If you would just be my friend, and fuck buddy, i would've gone and fucked everybody else as well. But i didn't.. and i'm fucking done with you being a coward and not saying out loud that you're mine, because you fucking are, and i am fucking yours for some time now... and i think you fucking know that... - he said, making you cry again. You ran out and locked yourself in your father's shed. Soon there was a knock.

-Princess.. i am sorry for yelling.. talk? - he asked softly. You opened the door, looking at him with tear stricken face, and smoking a cigarette. Expecting him to talk.

-Look, i do really love you. I know i was a douche, and we were just fuck buddies, but.. it grew into something more. Something that just feels right. I would not be anywhere else. Even now. Nothing has to change, i mean, we would still do the things we did until now, movies and shit, we would still fuck like bunnies.. but.. i .. i would like you to be my girlfriend. - he said stepping closer. You didn't say anything, just gave him a small nod, before jumping on him, legs around his waist as you tried to free his dick with one hand.

-You look fucking amazing by the way... - he said between kisses.

-Shut up and make me cum.. - you said biting his neck, earning a smirk as he pistoned into you mercilessly in the shed.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

Hey bestie can u make a eren x reader one shot where eren just won’t let the reader move on🙃

thank u anon for this lovely idea

scumbag!eren x crybaby!fem!reader

WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon, past toxic relationship, slut-shaming, possessive behavior, yandere tendencies,

WC: 1.8k

He pins your wrists against the dingy bathroom tiles with an unrelenting grip, and you swear you've never felt more claustrophobic in your life.

The dark-haired boy eyes the glitter on your cheekbones, the neon-colored eyeliner, the rogue on your lips, and the black satin of your mini dress exposing a substantial amount of plush thighs. He's never seen you like this-never allowed you like this before.

You almost feel like uncharted territory but nothing escapes his observant nature. From the tremble of your lips, and the water starting to collect in your lower lash lines, Eren knows this you. Maybe not who you were pretending to be in the strappy heels, low neckline, and the party-girl masquerade you put on in front of your shallow ditzy friends, but he knows who you really are. Vulnerable. Scared of your own shadow.

"E-eren,' You stammer, "Please let me go." You try not to think about the voice cracks, trying to sound as assertive as you could without meeting his eyes. Eren, of course, thinks you look like a baby mouse. Hopeless and trapped.

"Don’t you miss me?" He mummers into the nape of your neck. You have an explosive No prepared in the roof of your mouth, ready to sound out the single syllable, until his hand, adorned with chunky silver rings, covers your mouth, muffling your whimpers. You could taste the metal.

“It’s a rhetorical question.” He’s smirking, green eyes lit up dangerously under the too-white bright lights, “Let me talk okay? I just want you to listen.”

All you’ve ever been doing is letting him walk and talk over you. And then when you finally got the nerve to stand up for yourself-

“I haven’t seen you the past three months” his low voice interrupts your contemplation, “It’s like you’ve been ignoring me.” He finishes flatly, his thin lips stretched into a line. His multitude of ear piercings catches the light, glinting sharply.

It’s too overpowering, his close proximity after going cold turkey. His presence is like a drag of a cigarette after not smoking for months. Hurts your lungs but the remnants of what you used to feel with the sudden rush of nicotine bubbling up again. Because when all is said and done, you’re still deliriously attracted to him. And you hate yourself for it.

You try to focus on the other sensations, sensations that aren’t busy on the feel of his warm breath or his hands holding yours down. You can still hear the song playing from the club.

All my bitches feel like I dodged the county

Fucking with you feel like jail n——-

Yeah, it really did.

Changing tactics, he holds you by your neck instead, giving your aching wrists sweet relief but that relief is nothing compared to the panic of having his beefy hand on your thrumming pulse.

His grasp wasn’t tight. You could breathe, but it was the kind of tight that let you know he would go tighter if you didn’t listen properly. React properly.

“You’re fucking ignoring me again” he’s practically growling the words out, baring all teeth, “I know I’m pretty difficult to tune out, so I would like to know what the fuck you’re thinking about.”

His hand leaves your delicate throat- his knee between your thighs keeps you in place- to roam down the satin of your dress, the fabric clinging to every curve. You hate how scrutinizing his viridian eyes are, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over the previous hot-girl-summer confidence.

He hated how good you looked on the dance floor, laughing with your stupid friends like you had lost all your inhibitions. Hated that you looked so good, everyone could see it. Hated how you didn't notice his eyes boring holes into you. Do you remember the time how you used to be hyper-focused around him? Aware of every movement, aware of every tonal shift?

And now you didn't even look at him.

"Are you thinking of other guys? I saw you grinding on those men like a slut." He presses his body deeper, "Have you fucked any other guys since we broke up? You must have. I know how slutty your pussy is"

You bite down on his hand. Hard.

You're counting on his reflexes, for him to retract his hand and give you an opportunity to run to the door. But Eren has been fighting for years and predicts your maneuver. With a calculated sidestep, Eren lets go of his hand, before promptly slamming you against the bathroom wall again but this time front-first.

Clouds dance in your vision, and you're sure you would have fallen by now if not for him holding you up. Eren uses this newfound position to his advantage by groping your ass, rutting his dick against your backside.

Deciding to be petty, you let the spite-coated venom escape your pretty lips, "Yeah. I fucked so many boys, and they were so much better than y-"

Anger blinded him. Roughly, he turned you around to face him once more, forcing you to look up at the green-eyed monster. He flipped your dress up, nearly ripping it during the process, shoved your lacy panty aside, and plunged his fingers inside. He felt a visceral sense of validation course through him at finding wetness coating his slender fingers to your utter mortification.

"Liar. I know you haven't been fucking anyone else." His smile is all teeth, pearly white and sharp,

You gulp, feeling sweat beading down your neck and arousal pooling at the bottom of your stomach. Damn yourself.

"You don't know that."

He looks almost feral, green eyes in slits and hair all mussed up, falling out of his usual bun. The top few buttons of his black button-up are left unfastened giving you a gracious view of his smooth muscular chest, and the dangling silver cross-chain.

"No, I do. See a little birdie told me all you've been doing the past few months is crying yourself to sleep, and eating frozen meals. This is the first time you've been out since I broke up with you, huh?" Condescension drips with every word.

He thumbs away the tear falling down your cheek with a mocking kindness and adds, "There, there. Don't cry. Good thing I happened to be here tonight, right?"

You're full-blown crying now, too upset to care if you're smudging your make-up. This is the real you. This is how Eren remembers you.

"Awe, my precious little crybaby, don't worry. You came here tonight looking for dick? I'll give it to you. It's okay," He coos, breath tickling the shell of your sensitive ears. Well, every part of you felt sensitive right now.

You're rubbing your eyes, sniffling, "E-exactly. You b-broke up with me, so why are you here? Why can't you just let me be?"

The dark-haired boy sighs, and with an uncharacteristic softness, leans his head down to press his forehead against yours, and intertwines his hand with yours, noses almost touching.

"To be honest, it was just to teach you a lesson." A soft exhale, "I didn't think you'd actually stay broken up with me." He's crushing your fingers now, "Didn't think we'd be broken up with for real."

Your eyes flash with indignation, feeling your body surge with an emotion you couldn't qualify, "I don't care. Yeah, I was sad but god, you were a terrible boyfriend! I'm so much better off without you. All those lonely nights are still better than any night I've ever had with you!"

You're breathless by the time you're done.

"Done with your little monologue?"*

You can feel your shoulders shaking, and you almost want to laugh from the indecorousness of it all. How could he not care? Was this how little you mattered to him?

"I know you're lying because" Without any preamble, he shoves his fingers inside of you again, finding that spongy spot that made your knees weak, eliciting a soft moan from your downturned mouth, "You're wet. And you want me."

"In fact," an edge of excitement colors his voice, "I bet your insides are still molded to fit my dick."

It's hard to talk when one thumb is violently brushing over your clit, and his tongue is forced into your mouth, drowning any whines of protests. You close your eyes, focusing and unfocusing. A hand snakes up your dress to fondle your tits and tease your perky nipples.

It's just one sensation over another, and your sex-deprived body was welcoming all these feelings with open arms. Eren knows your body like it came with an instruction manual and that manual advised him to bite your earlobe, which was especially sensitive. He knew where on your collarbone you liked to be marked, how hard you wanted your nipples pinched, and how you could ride his face with complete abandon.

But right now, he didn't want to pleasure you. He's coaxed enough orgasms out of you throughout your relationship.

He unbuckles his belt and frees his long slender cock, the head a flushed angry red, dribbling with precum. He lines his full-mast cock to your entrance. Fully alert as to what was about to happen, pretty pleas of "no Eren, please don't, no" are falling out of your mouth, wide starlit eyes dotted with pearlescent tears. He kisses the top of your head like the way he always used to.

And then he thrusts himself inside. You give up so easily, he thinks. Do you even realize how you're swinging your hips on your own accord? How you're wrapping your lush legs around his waist to pull him deeper?

His pace is ruthless, making your head bob up and down. Moans and grunts drown out the music from the club. You're begging him to slow down.

"You're mine. Always mine. Always were. Can't fucking believe you really thought-" He doesn't even finish his thought because a violent shudder rips throughout his body.

Your nails are digging into his back, so sharp it could have been clawed. You could feel yourself right on the edge-

The door shakes to reveal a tall young man with slicked-back blond hair with a frat-boy laugh.

"Holy shit! Eren?!"

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Shame burns your face. You have no choice but to cover yourself behind Eren's broad frame. You're just hoping to every god he'll go away, and keep this to himself.

Your dark-haired ex-boyfriend turns around to face the blond, "A little busy here, Porco. Shut the door. I'm uh, getting reacquainted with someone."

"Goddamn. Is that ___" You don't even have to look at Porco to recognize how impressed he was.

"Get out Porco." Eren growls.

The door closes with a loud thud.

You're borderline hysterical at this point begging Eren to get out of you, but his grip on your hips is iron-tight.

Outside you hear stunned gasps, but one phrase stands out to your straining ears: "Yeah, I guess they're back together."

Eren kisses the top of your head once more, "After I fuck you, we'll go home together girlfriend."

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* {A/N}: This line "Done with your little monologue?" is inspired by this delicious fic by @hotwings0203.

[hopelesswrites]

Friends do have benefits | Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

(Um first smut be kind, could make it a 2 part series? ive never posted my writing on tumblr before this community is new to me)

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You had known Eddie quite well; he was always a good friend to you, and you cherished your friendship so, so much. He liked to say he took you under his wing, that you wouldn’t survive high school without him. It was endearing at first, you felt special, protected. But it slowly turned possessive, and it sometimes felt like Eddie was treating you like a child.

Your crush on Eddie was almost instant, he just had the kind of charm that would have anyone falling to their knees. You had heard many girls at school quietly talk about how hot they thought he was, how they would let him corrupt them, turn them dirty.

You were no different, only he would never corrupt you, no, not his precious little angel.

Sometimes it was hard to get him to even look at you as anything but a friend, another member of Hellfire.

This absolutely had to change, you were going to make sure of it.

You had recruited your friend, Tina, to coach you through your mission of getting Eddie Munson hopelessly obsessed with the thought of you in every possible kinky fantasy his little brain could think of.

You knew Tina could help you ignite all the sexual tension you and Eddie had pushed aside for the past few years of being friends. There was a lot of it, you knew it went both ways, you just needed him to succumb to it.

On Thursday you decided to make your first move, you dressed for school in a short skirt that left little to the imagination, a band tee from a concert you and Eddie went to a few years back that honestly did fit before your chest got bigger and a black knitted cardigan. Everything hugged your figure perfectly, how was Eddie to resist?

You walked down to Eddies regular dealing spot in the trees just behind the school and caught him at the end of a deal.

Eddie looks up when he sees you a smile forming on his face.

“There she is” he says as you approach, you take a seat on the table-top facing Eddie who was standing up a couple metres away having a smoke.

“How was class?” He asked casually looking you straight in the face, this is not what you wanted, he needed to be looking at your body, you didn’t put this on for nothing.

You shuffle around, and adjust your top, pulling it down to hug your breasts just a little tighter.

“Boring, Mr Hickes decided to give us all extra homework because half the class didn’t hand in yesterdays” You answer.

Eddie nods walking up a little closer. This time he takes a good look at your outfit, not saying a word. He reaches out to tug at the hem of your skirt a little, excitement bubbling in your stomach, this was it.

“This is new, where did you get it from?” he asks curiously.

“Tina gave it to me” You answered, waiting for his response. He only nodded before taking a drag of his cigarette, pacing the grounds and rambling on about something that happened in his own class.

You frowned at the realisation that he ignored it, completely blew you off. You wore this slutty little skirt, and he barely batted an eye.

The next day you decided to up the ante, he wasn’t going to ignore your advances this time.

You put on another one of tinas skirt recommendations and a knitted sweater, tucked in to accentuate your waist. You made your way back down to his table where he was alone this time.

“Waiting on someone?” You ask, not wanting a client to show up while you’re trying to get this man to fuck you.

“She just arrived” He replied, a grin on his face.

You took your seat back on the table-top, feet resting on the seat, this time making sure to ride your skirt up just a bit more so all Eddie could look at was your legs.

“Another pretty little skirt today?” Eddie comments looking down at your skirt then back to his bag of pretzels. You nod in response, “Yeah Tina’s again” You answer.

“Ah” Eddie laughs, “That Tina sure has good taste”

“You got anything I can smoke in there?” You ask, motioning towards his little lunch box that he was pulling pretzels out of.

“You’ve got class” he said stubbornly. Always “protecting you”, stopping you from doing anything he felt was corrupting.

“Not for another hour, Eddie, I can sober up enough before then” You whined. It wasn’t that he didn’t let you smoke with him before, he just didn’t want you to look bad at school.

“We share, one joint, got it?” he replied sternly, not even looking up at you as he pulled something pre-rolled out of a baggy and lighting it, putting it to his lips and taking a big drag. He was definitely trying to smoke as much as possible before giving you any, in hopes there would be less for you to get high off.

Once he was done, he passed it to you and you took your own hit. The both of you passing the joint between each other in a comfortable silence.

“Hey Eddie, can I ask you a question?” You asked, readying yourself to, one, look like the biggest most desperate whore and two, for Eddie to take your bait.

“Of course you can Angel” he mumbles, the nickname making you feel guilty for even wanting to be corrupted. Truth was you really did love the way Eddie treated you like a feather that could break, you just wished he would let up the act sometimes and see that you wanted to be broken.

“Does weed make you horny?” you asked innocently, tilting your head to the side and staring at the man in front of you.

Eddies head snapped up, shocked to even hear the word ‘horny’ come out of your mouth. You adjusted yourself on the table, your skirt riding up a little bit more, Eddie noticed.

You looked at him expectantly, waiting for his response.

“I’m almost always horny” he says confidently, taking you off guard, you enjoyed how flustered you had made him a moment ago but the look he was giving you now was making you nervous. It was so strong, so domineering, he had taken your bait but he was still in charge.

“Does weed make you horny sweetheart?” he asks you now, and you gulp back any nerves you were feeling in anticipation to answer.

The answer was yes, a big old yes, but it wasn’t just the weed, the intense stare you were receiving from Eddie was more than enough to get your panties wet.

All you could do was nod, this was the most forward you had ever been with Eddie, it was completely new territory and you suddenly felt like a fish out of water.

Eddie stood up from his seat, his hand on your knee stabilising himself as he pushed his body up. He leaned in, hand sliding further down your leg and getting lost under your skirt. He was staring you directly in the eye, so deeply, so intensely you could have cried.

“You’re going to go back up to class now, and meet me after school at my van, got it?” it was only a whisper, but it felt so, so strong. He was so composed, yet you felt like a nervous wreck.

“Got it” You replied before he let you go and you got up from the table hurrying away.

The whole lesson you couldn’t stop thinking about Eddie. You were still a little high, and yep, very horny still.

After class you made it to Eddies van where he was waiting patiently. You hop in and exchange quiet hellos before he’s driving off. You both sit in silence, his music a little louder than normal, probably to stop any kind of awkward conversation. You felt shameful, he was going to take you home and lecture you about acting slutty, tell you he would never think of you like that and that you should stop pursuing him.

Before you know it you’ve passed the suburbs and you were driving out towards lovers lake. Eddie parked the van along the waterfront, nothing but an expanse of water and trees around you.

“I need a smoke” Eddie mumbled before hopping out and walking to the back of the van to smoke away from you. You hopped out yourself and made your way towards him.

“Eddie what are we doing here?” You ask curiously.

Eddie sighs, dropping his cigarette and stomping it out. “We’re going to have a little chat”

He opened the back of his van and motioned you to take a seat. You obeyed and waited for the inevitable lecture. There was no way Eddie would compromise your friendship for any kind of sexual desire, this was just stupid.

“I know what you’re doing sweetheart” he started, looking down at you. “Do you know what you’re doing?” You shrugged in response, honestly it would be less embarrassing if you both just forgot about this.

“You know how hard it is for me to resist you, don’t start this shit if you’re not ready for it”

At that you looked up, was he serious? You must have looked a little too excited by his words because you earned a chuckle from Eddie.

“God fucking damn it” he cursed, looking away and rubbing his face.

“You have no idea what those little skirts have done to me” he said looking at you sternly again.

“If we’re going to do this, we’re doing it my way. Do you understand?” Eddie said lowly, his eyes going dark with lust.

You nodded in reply, you could tell he wanted something more, something verbal but he also knew your anxieties and let it slide. You would bet money that next time would be different though.

Eddie took his hand and ran it up your left thigh, ever so gently, and repeated the action on the right. You shivered at the action earning a small laugh from Eddie, “You’re making this too easy for me Angel”

Suddenly he gripped both your legs and pushed them up so they rested on the seat of the van, your skirt riding up completely exposing the white panties you chose to put on that morning. “God fucking damn” Eddie whispered taking in the sight. He ran his hands down your legs and back up, soaking you in.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this moment”

Eddie slots himself between your legs perfectly, pulling you closer. “Is this okay?” he asks at which you nod another yes, completely rid of any words. Eddie leans down and connects your lips gently, but before you could process that the kiss you’ve been waiting years for was even happening his hands brushed up against your clothed clit, causing you to jump back at the sensation.

“You’re alright, come back here” Eddie chuckles pulling you close again and continuing the kiss. This time you were prepared for his touch, as he ran a finger over your heat again, a shiver rolling up your spine at the pleasure.

He began to rub gently, the feeling of electricity consistently shooting through your legs now. Once he had applied more pressure you couldn’t control your own breathing.

Eddies lips ran over your jaw, his free arm holding you steady as he continued his gentle assault on your clit.

“My god baby, I’ve barely done anything and you’re a mess” Eddie whispered in your ear, the feeling of his hot breath shooting tingles down your spine. “You’re really not as ready for this as you thought Angel, you’re too pure, completely untouched, going to come undone with your panties still on”

His fingers grew faster and the feeling in your stomach grew hotter, you knew you were close, and it was embarrassing how easy it was. He hadn’t even touched you yet, not properly and you were coming undone before him.

“Go on baby, come for me” was all it took for your climax to hit. Eddie held you up for support as you convulsed under him, sighing heavily, trying to catch your own breath.

You looked up at Eddie once you had finally calmed down to have him staring at you, a proud grin plastered on his face.

“how was that?” he asked, causing you to blush and look away.

“Come on sweetheart don’t get shy with me now, you just came right in front of me” Eddie laughed crudely “and all the fish in the lake, don’t forget about them”

“shit” You cursed, quick to put your legs down and cover yourself up.

“I must point out this does change everything about our relationship though” Eddie says grabbing your attention again.

“Huh?” You ask as he lights up another cigarette.

“I can’t keep calling you my platonic virgin friend now, can I?”

Your face flushes again, “Well I’m still a virgin” you say quietly.

Eddie laughs, “Fuck baby not for long, not after I’m done with you”

[prettyboybillyhargrove]

Steve is 30 and he is the owner of the pool au.

Billy loved his boss the very first time he saw him. Like lust at first sight. The man had a firm body, not as muscular as Billy but strong. Hairy, like a lot hairy. God that chest hair. He loved to run his fingers through it. So he did the best thing he could. He tried to seduce him.

He came to the pool wearing shorts shorter and shorter everyday. He opened his shirts buttons, he wore crop tops, he wore basically slutty everything. But Steve didn't make a move on him. So he changed strategy.

He went for it. And make the first move. He make his hair, apply peach lip gloss to his plump lips and went to Steve's office. He put a show for him, bend over to his desk, made dirty puns, didn't forget to play with his hair while doing it. Steve didn't like that either.

So he gives up. Stop trying to seduce Steve. The man probably was as straight as a ruler. He didn't even look at him. The last day of the work Steve invites him to his office. He was wearing his cool Ray-Bans and his shirt was open to his belly, showing all the chest hair. Billy was drooling watching the handsome man.

He tried to speak without showing his obvious interest. "I'm leaving in half an hour sir. If you're going to order something, you should call someone else."

Steve takes off his sunglasses and looked at Billy, smiling. "I like this side of you. The cocky sassy Billy. Challenges even his boss. You're a bad, bad boy. Aren't you?"

Billy grinned slyly. He started playing with the blond curls that fell on his shoulders without even realizing it. "Well boss, I'd show you what a good boy I am. But you don't deserve it. You get what you give."

Steve get up and stood in front of his desk. Pulled Billy between his legs and started to stroke his waist slowly. One hand in his abs he looked at him and asked "What are you gonna do after pool closed? Didn't you already graduated last year? Are you going to college?"

Billy lost his breath for a second, forget where he is. He gasped when Steve show his hands to his body, started to blush. "I don't have the money for it boss. Not all of us is lucky with dads. I'm gonna look for a new job. Maybe they'll pay better than this one." He pressed his hips to Steve's. He could feel his boner. He looked at him in the eye and smirk naughtily. "I am not satisfied with service here. Not enough for me."

Brunette looks him with a fake shock. But Billy could feel his ego boosting. And he could feel his dick getting bigger and bigger every second. The man was hiding a monster in his pants and he was clearly aware of it.

Steve dropped his hands to Billy's ass and slowly knead them. He put his nose on his shoulder and slowly brought it up to his golden neck, smelling the chlorine and cigarette smelled skin. "The Scoops Ahoy place at the mall is mine too. You should try your chance there. But I must tell you. The work hours are veryyyy flexible. Can you work at nights? Are you flexible enough?"

"Oh boss you should see me at nights. I'm veryyyy flexible." He slowly pulled his body back from Steve's arms. "Alright then. See you at the Scoops Ahoy boss. If I get the job I'll show you all my licking skills."

Steve stood up and stopped the blonde boy before leaving. "Or we can go somewhere tonight? Not boss and employee but as Steve and Billy. I could buy you some drinks?"

"Milkshake and fries. And a movie. Be in front of the mall at eight."