#so if you want to talk shit and get hit take those sunglasses off

[travelingtwentysomething]

AmBIdextrous King 👑

*for those of you who don't read the tags, and would have missed out on these gems

If I met the guy that killed United Healthcare CEO I would give him a fist bump and ask if he needed anything. Money, weed, escape helicopter, good pussy? I got him

[too-deviant]

ray bans.

with…ART DONALDSON!

contains…fem!reader, 18+ CONTENT!, handjob, p in v, public sex, this was written b4 the movie came out so excuse any discrepancies!

You blame the tequila.

Strong and sharp in your glass at the tennis luncheon your boss had invited you to, swishing around with every movement you made as you told an overexaggerated story to Art Donaldson. He didn’t pay a lot of attention, you could tell, but his eyes were so firm on yours that you needed to talk to get the nerves out. 

It was the tequila, not his eyes, that got you cornered in a bathroom too fancy to be anywhere but this cushy hotel, legs pushed back so far you felt a burn in the crease of your groin. Those dusty blonde curls buried between your thighs, perfectly calloused hands holding them apart so he could lap at you with perfect fervour. 

Your eyes were watering, and he gazed at you as you came down, rubbing up and down your legs until you were ready to push yourself down and onto your feet. You wiped the runoff mascara as best you could, but huffed at the stains around your eyes.

Art had grinned, slid his sunglasses from his collar and placed them perfectly over your eyes. You’d asked him when he wanted them back, and he’d just smirked. 

Which was how you found yourself scooting past old people in linen suits and straw hats, expensive bags and designer shades on their noses. Yours weren’t designer, but they were Art Donaldson’s, so you won. 

In this life you took your seat in the rows at the USTA Billie Jean King National Tennis Centre — a doozy of a sentence to tell your Uber driver. In this life you slid Art Donaldson’s sunglasses over your eyes and waited patiently for him to sidle onto the court, slam himself a win, and meet you in the bar to take them back. 

His hits were precise, hard, fast. The muscles in his arms and neck pulled beautifully. You pulled the plush of your lip between your teeth, letting it go when he hit another, his grunt louder to you know. Clearer. 

But as your eyes pivoted back and forth across the court, his opponents moves much more confident and fluid than his, the life changed. Now this life was a tense strain in your neck, your fingers tight around the dress you wore just for today. In this life, Art Donaldson lost, and when everyone else was cheering for the winner, you were watching him storm away. 

It was quicker to manoeuvre through the crowds now that everyone else was leaving. You didn’t have to worry about bumping into people, because they were all bumping into you and there was a collective agreement that any and all shoulder shoving slash toe-stepping was okay for now. So you slid your way through, sidestepping through the rows of seats and going down a row every time you got to some stairs — ensuring that it wasn’t completely obvious where you were going. 

You made awkward eye contact with the ball boy but your confident smile put him at ease and he dismissed you completely, allowing you to slip around the back of the stands and into the locker room. 

It was much quieter in there, the noise of the crowd fading into nothing when the door closed behind you. Now you could focus on your surroundings, the sound of water dripping and heavy breaths. 

You parted your lips gently, “Art?”

Footsteps, and then the blonde man was rounding a row of lockers and meeting your sly gaze. His own was shrouded in barely covered anger and light confusion, the latter crowing over a bit more when you took steps to invade his personal space. 

“You came.” 

“Well…” You shrugged, lifting the glasses off your head and tucking them into the collar of his polo. Letting your hand linger on the planes of his collarbones, feeling the heat radiating from the skin beneath the cotton. “That was quite some game.” 

Art huffed, “I was in walkabout. Shit luck.” 

You leaned ever so slightly closer, running your hand down his chest to just above the waistband of his shorts. You admired the way he looked under the lights — the beads of sweat on his jugular, the happy trail you could feel peek out from under the hem of the shirt. Your other hand stayed propped against the locker, and he was quick to run his own down your wrist, cupping your elbow. 

“Well…I say we pick up where we left off, no? That make you feel better?”

You narrowed your brows at him in a silent question. His minute nod was enough. Then your hand was sliding beneath his waistband, dipping into his underwear — Tommy Hilfiger — and wrapping around the base of his cock. 

He sucked in a breath, fingers tightening around your other arm, jaw ticking and eyes firmly on yours. You didn’t break contact even when you squeezed him a bit and he let out a shaky groan. 

You dropped your other hand, hooked your fingers around this waistband. Pulled it back so you could lean forward, eyes glaring at where your other hand sat. Then, with a noise so sweet he might have exploded, you let a string of spit slide from between your lips. Art watched it fall, achingly slow, onto his shaft, and then held back a cry when you started to slide your hand up and down his dick. Wetting it just right. 

You looked back up at him, made him look back at you. You pumped your fist slowly, thumbing his tip and adding his precum to your saliva. The sounds were erotic on their own, and even you had to tense your thighs together. Art’s own legs shook from his standing position, but before he could drop his head onto your shoulder you were removing both hands from his body and smirking at his painful moan. 

With your right hand still wet from his cock, you printed a perfect print on the front of his polo and pushed him gently back. He walked, transfixed on your gaze, until his calves were hitting the wooden bench and he was being sat down. He stared up at you, pleadingly so, and you lifted the hem of your dress just enough so you could slide onto your knees on either side of his hips. 

With your crotches pressed together, Art couldn’t stop his hands from flying to your ass and squeezing. You grinned, and his smirk returned in full force. 

“Should lose more often.” He murmured, leaning forward and pressing his nose against your chest, the low cut of your dress feeding his carnal desire to completely devour you. 

You hushed him gently, pushing yourself up so you could slide his shorts and boxers down to his thighs. His dick sprung out beautifully, making another wet patch where it hit the bottom of his shirt. You used your hand, brought one of his around so he could pump himself while you reached under your dress and pushed your underwear to the side. Then you were shuffling forward and letting Art align the tip of his cock with the wet of your folds.

You didn’t waste a moment, bracing yourself on his shoulders and rolling your hips along his own. Your breathy moans accumulated to the steam you had now registered coming from the shower he had abandoned in favour of letting you take him like this. His huffs and puffs only increased as he began to control your movements, rutting into you from below. 

The creaky hinges of the bench cried with every hurried thrust, but the shower muffled most of your sounds. You gave into your urges and licked a stripe up the plane of his neck, bringing your hands around to grip hard at his back, creasing his already ruined shirt. His own mouth was suckling and nipping at your chest, hitting that sweet sweet spot just in time for your movements to get a little sloppy. 

Smacks of skin on skin fuelled the fire in your gut, and your fingers coiled around his blonde curls. His own movements stuttered, and you let out a guttural groan into the humidity of the room when you finally reached your peak, Art following not far behind you. 

You stood with effort, fixing your underwear and patting your dress down while Art panted beneath you. Then you patted him on the cheek, took his sunglasses back from his shirt and put them right back on your face.

“I’ll see you at the mixer next month.”

divider by @bunnysrph 🫶

[your-nanas-house]

Soooo I was thinking Cillian X Fan! reader. He takes advantage of the fact that reader admires him sm and uses her for his pleasure…

I'm so so sorry, it took me so long but I was really really smitten with this idea! 🙇🏼‍♀️

Out with the dog

◇ Pairing: Dark!Cillian Murphy X younger fan!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, Cilly is a perv and bit dark, DUBCON, manipulation, bit mean Cilly (?), oblivious fem reader, fluff, frustration and stress.

◇ Summary: Cillian has company during his daily walk with his dog, Scout.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I didn't proof read it... I mean I don't re-read my works normally but I just wanted to point it out this time in case I wrote some shit. Enjoy!!! Also thank you @kiss-me-cill-me for your advices and motivation! 🫶🏻

It wasn't at all what he was expecting when he left the house just to take the family dog for a walk.

The twisted thoughts and stress that had been troubling him all day had become even more insistent with the cool Dublin air and the fall of evening. His mind was really elsewhere when a soft and shy voice interrupted his trail of thoughts, making him realize that he was standing in the same spot, staring at nothing, since a while now.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to bother you but... I'm a huge fan of your work and—" the voice cracked softly, the younger girl that was standing in front of him looked quite nervous and shy which made him smile slightly.

"I-I-I... sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted you" she quickly apologized, her body telling him that she was going to just walk quickly off... too ashamed of the interaction to actually look him in the eyes again.

"Don't worry..." Cillian started, waiting for her name as he removed his sunglasses, flattering his eyes softly when the dim light hit him. She was very pretty and at least 10 years younger than him for sure, he thought while taking her in.

"Y/n!... Y/n" the young woman revealed nervously, her hands shaking awkwardly, a thing that Cillian noticed immediately and that made him smile a little as soon as she tried to hide it by grabbing into her bag... both hands holding the strap making his breath get bit heavier.

He sure was stressed and frustrated, he thought as his eyes remained on her smaller hands as they moved slightly while she talked... up and down, up and down.

Gosh, he really would have loved to have them wrapped around his cock like that, he was certain that those tiny pretty hands weren't that innocent for sure.

"Beautiful name" he commented with a tiny smile in an attempt to distract himself by his pervy intrusive thoughts. He really didn't need to deal with an article of some random magazine commenting on him walking around Dublin with a noticeable hard-on after talking with a younger woman.

She sure was a pretty thing though, from her hair to her eyes down to her breasts and— he needed to keep hold on himself. What gotten into him? He never objectified a woman like that... it wasn't like him.

He needed to keep going with his walk, clear his mind, regain back the control he usually had and—

"I was actually hoping for a bit of company... would you like to walk with me?... and my dog" the proposal slipped out of the older man unconsciously, as his gaze darkened slowly, his body reacting almost animalisticly... like a hungry predator ready to eat his prey.

Fuck, he cursed in his head, looking away as he waited for a reply from her... a poor way to distract himself from her innocent presence. Poor because the wind was apparently against him as well that evening... blowing her sweet scent towards him so that his nostrils could take her even more in.

The Irishman really hoped silently for her rejection peppered with some tender excuse that could have been true or could have been false... he didn't care much.

But of course, things hadn't been going the way he'd hoped all day so why be surprised when he got a shy yes instead of an embarrassed no.

He couldn't complain though, after the stressful week he had... bit of female company could have been the cure, maybe he was able to do some kind of conversation and focus his mind elsewhere and not on her body... but rather on her brain.

...

The soft breeze started to hit them harder, the walk was going well and the small talk was pretty enjoyable, they talked about lots... changing from deep to light, from silly to serious, from sad to happy.

Cillian was really enjoying her presence, her mature thoughts and her friendly personality. His stress and tension could have flown away if it was for her.... moving lips.

Soft looking, pinkish due to the lipstick she had on and very kissable... the actor could clearly imagine them wrapped around his cock. Wetting it all with her warm mouth as her lips would have painted his bases of that pink— pink, he repeated in his head as his Adam's apple bobbed. He needed to change topic quickly and stop focusing on her goddamn lips.

"What do you think of Barbenheimer?" The Irishman asked, slapping himself mentally for the question.

Just keep walking, Cillian, focus on walking... don't look at her... and her pretty blouse that was getting opened by the wind, exposing bit more of her neckline as it moved the fabric of her shirt as well. Damn wind.

He had reached a point where he couldn't even focus on her speaking, the feeling of being on the edge was getting harder as time passed... he was sure that a little push would have made him completely loose his rational thoughts. And then that's when Scout, his dog, decided to just sprint to reach something... making him loose the lazy grip he had on the leash and make the young woman run after him.

Cillian went quickly after them, his mind trying to stay in focus as he saw her skirt rise up at every bounce she did to snatch the leash for him before anything bad could happen. He was quite sure now that she was hiding a pretty revealing underwear under that modest outfit she was wearing.

"There you go, good boy" her soft voice praised as she kneeled down to pet the dog and take the leash, too busy snuggling with him to notice Cillian's gaze on her bouncing breasts.

She wasn't wearing a bra, he cursed under his breath again, his body too warm because of the jogging, his heart drumming harder against his chest as he tried to calm down and focusing on his breathing... and not her heavy.. panting and sexy one.

When the young woman stood back up and brushed her smaller hand against his to give him the leash... Cillian's self-control reached the end

"Thank you" he murmured in a more low tone as his body started to react at his impulses.

By the way her eyes kept shining as she looked at him, he knew that with a bit of pressure he could have made her do whatever he wanted... but was it really what he wanted? He pondered as his feet made him change the route he normally took when out with Scout, leading the oblivious young woman in a dark alley.

"I agree, things are pretty different nowadays" the older actor commented as he mentioned the conversation they were having, his heart beating even faster as he thought quickly of a plan.

Was he really going to take advantage of that kind fan of him? Was he really that desperate and frustrated?

Questions kept filling his head as his eyes remained on the wet street, lost in thoughts

"Do you do this path every day?" Y/n's voice interrupted the silence, making his baby blue eyes look back at her.

Yes, he was.

"Mhhm.. but I take usually the parallel street" he informed her while looking around to be sure that they were alone. The oblivious and curious look on her pretty face was making him harder than ever, making the uncomfortable feeling become a painful one now.

As soon as the Irishman was sure that there was Noone around he let go casually of the leash, whistling to order something to Scout who... after giving a look at his master headed in a run towards the beginning of the alley, sitting there as a guard. Watching around to warn Cillian if someone would have approached.

A glance at his black dog and he acted, not letting Y/n even questioning him before pressed his plumpy lips against hers as the dark swallowed them more now that her body was pressed against the cold and humid wall.

His big hands moved eargerly to her face and neck to keep her tilted like he wanted so to facilitate the kiss he was stealing.

Her neck was soft and tempting, he could easily leave a mark if he wanted but he didn't had so much time.. so he had to take things faster than he hoped.

As the kiss broke he inhaled deeply, letting his nose brush against hers as his thumbs caressed her skin... he didn't dare to open his eyes and meet her probably wide eyes and swollen lips... his cock was already throbbing and if he did that small action he was sure that the seed he was hoping to shoot in her would have just soiled his trousers.

"Damn, darling" Cillian cursed softly, licking his lips before diving down to kiss her neck while pressing his body against hers in an attempt of finding some friction and swallow her in his lust.. caging her body against the bricks even more.

"Do you want to help me, dear?" he asked softly, stroking her neck slowly as his piercing eyes now watched her carefully, noticing the glimpse of insecurity that was in her wide beautiful eyes

"Bet you want to, hm? Or I could just go to another fan of mine. Bet they would die to have a chance like this, darling... acting less ungrateful than you" he softly threatened in his low voice. His irish accent echoing in her head as he manipulated her young mind.

Of course she wanted to help him, he was her idol and favourite actor of all times... she couldn't really risk it and watch his disappointment towards her. She didn't wanted to be faced by his oh-so famous judgy face.

But the embarrassment and hesitance were there as well... she had a dignity and couldn't just allow him to use her like that, right?

Of course, it was something she dreamed about but was she really ready for that? She didn't even try casual sex in her lige yet. But she sure didn't want him to go to another fangirl and his intense gaze was like a poker face to her... so she was stuck on not knowing whatever he was telling the truth or not.

"I don't have the whole day, darling" Cillian's low voice commented as his gaze shifted towards the spot where his dog was still sitting.

Y/n glances at him again, gulping while trying to silence the battles in her head. She really didn't know what to do, what if it wasn't like he expected or if it would turn out to be a mistake.

"Ok!... Y-Yes, I-I want to help you, Mr. Murphy" Y/n stammered out when the actor started to move away from her.

Her heart beated hard against her chest, making her breath get caught in her throat as her hands started to sweat when he hummed and undoed his pants, pulling out his hard cock without hesitation or patience.

"That's a good girl, get on your knees" his low voice ordered before he moved slowly his tip against her lips, painting them with his pre-cum as he thrusted slightly forward to let them wrap around his red tip.

"That's it... suck" Cillian's voice ordered, allowing to be teased a bit before snapping his hips forward, making her hit her head against the wall and gag around his lenght. "Fuck, love" he cursed with a growl, letting her adjust to him before starting to fuck her mouth till he nearly reached his edge.

The actor's first intention was to just burry his cock deep in her throat and cum there but as his icy eyes wandered down to her kneeled form... and stopped on her clinging thighs the need to feel her young cunt around him became a must.

With a slow motion he moved away from her, letting her breath properly as she dried her spit while catching her breath. Tears already adorning her cheeks... she really was beautiful, the man repeated to himself as a mocking coo left him.

His big hands strokes the soft flesh of her cheeks as he made her get up so that he could smash his lips back against hers, forcing a hungry, toothy kiss that luckily slowed down when she reciprocated it.

Her bare leg was hooked up at his narrow hip, allowing his cock to brush her clothed folds with his help.

He was right... she really was wearing some thing revealing panties, arousing and innocent enough to make him just want to fuck her with them on. His thick finger made its way towards her entrance, curling around the fabric to move it with ease so that it was now half-hugging his lenght... allowing her folds to wet his cock while the panties squeezed it as he thrusted.

His leaking tip kept smearing his pre-cum on her spot skin and onto the fabric of her skirt each time it touched it. The hardness of it managed to gift some attention to her clit as well while his thrusts sped up.

Cillian could feel her juices dripping from his cock down to his balls and the underwear squeeze harder around him now that he was moving them in a difference pace.

It didn't took him much to reach his own peak, his body was quickly shaking and limp against her as his warm cum decorated her clothes. He was too desperate to care or to stop himself so that he could have used her pussy to pleasure him a bit more... not that he complained. He was fully satisfied, sweat was running down his forehead as he breathed heavily against her shoulder as he slowly got down his peak, his thrusts slowing down till he was too overstimulated to receive any further touch.

"Darling... can I keep your panties?... So that I can wash them and give them back to you clean, of course" Cillian casually asked, fixing her hair in a tender manner while brushing slowly his thumb on her swollen lips, watching her panting.

Guess the destiny decided for us... we will meet soon again, darling. Just to give you back your undergarments, of course, he thoughts as he tucked himself back and fixed his clothes, ready to continue the little walk they were having previously.

[exhaslo]

Hi love! How are you? I’m so in love with your writing and I wanted to see if you could write something for me? 🥺 (only if your requests are open.)

I was wondering if you could write a Sugar daddy!Miguel? The reader is working at little club and notices her one night working, running all over the place serving drinks to other drunk people. Miguel calls her over for a drink and talks to her for a bit. He tells her “someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t be working in a place like this?” And offers her to be his sugar baby, she’s surprised at his request but takes it. After he spoils her she realizes she starts to have feelings for him and he does too. 🫶🏻💗

Sure thing! This might be late from when you originally requested, but I finally got it done! Haha. I won't do too much of a age difference, since I'm not too comfortable with large age gaps, but hell, sugar daddies can be the same age too!

Right??

Warning: Fluff, language, teasing, fluff fluff and fluff

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Another day, another dollar. That's how you tried to keep motivated. Did it work? No, but your bills sure did play a part in getting your ass off the bed. Being an adult sucked. Where you worked, also sucked; but were you going to quit...Not yet.

Although, you were desperate for something new.

You hated your job. Working at a stripe club, serving drinks to drunk and perverts. It wasn't your ideal choice, but it was the only place that was willing to give you a chance. You couldn't afford to go to college and your bills were too high to wait for anything else.

You had been told by your boss that you'd make more money as a stripper, but to hell with that. You knew the risks and quite frankly, you were afraid to dance half naked in front of so many men. Though, it didn't stop you from getting some tips here and there.

"Another round over here, sweet cheeks!" One of your regulars called out.

You let out a huff, pouring more beers into glasses. Before hitting the floor, you fixed your booty shorts once more and hurried to him. The drinks hit their mouths before you even put them on the table.

"Geez, trying to hit a record? At least let me get them on the table before inhaling them," You teased.

"Drinks from you are too good to not have, baby. I'll take it nice and slow next round if you get on that stage."

"Not even in your dreams, pal." You huffed, walking to the next table.

You hated this place. You hated the customers. Hell, sometimes you hated the pay. It was not enough for the shit you had to deal with on a daily bases.

"(Y/N), VIP guest is requesting you from bring them a popular drink. Doesn't care which one, he just wants you to deliver it. Don't fuck this up." Your shitty manager said over the radio.

"Great."

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Miguel let out an obvious sigh, signaling to his brother that he was not happy to be there. He would groan and grunt, but unfortunally Gabriel had gotten used to those noises and somehow tuned Miguel off. Honestly, it was a talent.

Since Miguel was forced to come to the club, he might as well have made the best of it. Miguel grabbed the VIP room and made himself comfortable. His sunglasses making him the center of attention sure did help with keeping Miguel seated in his seat.

He watched the crowds of men cheer towards the strippers, begging for more and throwing their money. Miguel exhaled softly, looking at his private stage. There was no need for him to be here. He should be outside, stopping crime.

"Miggy! Stop being such a brood and have fun!" Gabriel huffed, poking his head into the room. Miguel shrugged,

"I am having fun. See? I'm here."

"Such a bore."

Miguel rolled his eyes towards his brother. He hummed lowly, watching the people in the club. He furrowed his brows, spotting you run around with a scowl on your face. He couldn't help but smile. To think there was someone else in here who was just as unhappy as him.

Miguel pondered to himself. He had been wanting to do something risky lately. That and he was touch starved. Perhaps he could save someone tonight, but in a different matter. Hell, it could be fun too.

Requesting for you, Miguel leaned back in his seat and waited. With his heighten senses, Miguel resisted a chuckle as he heard you cuss under your breathe. By the time you arrived, you had a obvious fake smile against your lips and a tall, colorful drink in your hand,

"Hello! You requested me?" You asked sweetly. Miguel raised a brow as he took a sip of his drink,

"Couldn't help but noticed you working too hard out there," He said smoothly and motioned to the seat across from here, "Your boss can't see us from here. Take a break."

"Ha, you trying to get me fired?"

"Perhaps, if you're willing to listen and take my offer," Miguel said, continuing to force the sweet drink down his throat.

Miguel watched you hesitate before taking a seat. Your clothes were obviously too tight for you.

"So, what's your offer?"

"It's obvious that you're too good and beautiful for this job. So, hear this bored man out," Miguel tried to get you to smile, "I have too much money and not enough to spend it on. Would you allow me to waste it on you?"

"Huh? Like...Have you as my sugar daddy?" You questioned, observing him, "You only look a few years older than me. How can you be that rich?"

"Plenty of ways. I won't have you do anything you don't want. Just a date here or there, and in return you can spend as much money as possible on whatever you want."

"So....just a date in return?" You hesitated and glanced at the club, "I am being punked right?"

"Why would I lie?"

You glanced at the club once more, honestly considering the man's offer. You were desperate and what was the harm in just playing along for a date or two? If you can pay off your bills and get enough money, you could run away if things got too scary.

"Deal, I'm (Y/N)"

"Miguel."

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Part of you still doubted Miguel and his offer. Even as you quit on the spot and held his card in your hand, you still doubted it. It was only until you officially paid off a bill and was asked on a date that it hit you. This was real. You nabbed yourself a Sugar Daddy.

And a hot one at that.

Honestly, you weren't too disappointed with your situation. Miguel was really kind to you and didn't ask for much. Your first few dates were honestly some of the best you've ever had. The most you did was hold hands and a small peck on the cheek here and there. It was sweet and simple.

You really only used his money to pay off your bills and do some small groceries here and there. Honestly, you were more into having another date with Miguel. He actually listened to you and took care of you. Something that made your heart flutter.

"Hey, Miguel, want to come over to my place tonight? I'll make dinner." You asked him over the phone.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course. I want you to come over," You said with a smile as you cleaned your apartment, "I want you to try my cooking for once."

"Then I'll be there."

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Miguel was honestly surprised by your request. He was new to this whole Sugar Daddy business and was enjoying it for what it was. Your little dates gave him energy after a long day of Alchemax and the Spider Society.

Your little touches made him want more. Honestly, Miguel was having a hard time holding back. He was enjoying this too much and wanted more from you, but that was not part of the deal. Miguel didn't want to push you away.

Swinging around the city, Miguel tried to think of ways to approach you in the matter. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to tell you that he liked you, but what if you didn't? Miguel only approached you because of how beautiful you were and how much you looked like you needed a break.

This wasn't part of the deal.

"But please say yes."

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You could feel the sweat on your palms as you finished prepping dinner. You even wore a sexy dress to get Miguel's attention. Hearing your door bell, you hurried over and let Miguel inside. You greeted Miguel and pecked his cheek, hiding your blush.

"Um, don't mind the mess." You motioned him inside. Miguel tried his best to keep his hands to himself,

"It looks fine. You on the other hand, beautiful." He hummed. You hurried to the table, placing the plate before him, "Smells amazing. You truly didn't have too."

"Like I said...I wanted too." You sat beside Miguel, watching his reaction, "I can only thank you for much. I want to show more of my appreciation."

"You don't have too, baby," Miguel rubbed your head, "I chose to take care of you."

"And if...I want more?"

"Money?"

"No!" You nearly yelled and inhaled deeply, "Sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice, but I'm not that greedy. I was wondering if maybe, I can give you more....affection."

"I don't want to force you to-"

"I want too!" You told Miguel, grabbing his hand, "Miguel, we've been in this relationship for about two months now. You've done so much for me and honestly...I really, really like you. I want to be with you and kiss you and-"

Miguel was the one to interrupted you this time as he pulled you into a kiss. Both of his hands cupped your cheeks, holding you in place. He could feel shivers run down his spine as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

This was what he needed. What he wanted. Thank whatever God listened, but Miguel was grateful that you shared his feelings in return. Breaking the kiss, Miguel stroked your lips and hummed in response,

"You are such a good girl for me," He whispered. You rested your forehead against his,

"You know, I never mentioned how much of a turn on that is whenever you say it."

You couldn't help but laugh as Miguel immediately grew flustered. He nudged his side and signaled towards his plate. Miguel cleared his throat and finished his meal alongside you. Once the two of you were done, you both decided to watch a movie.

More like make out on the couch.

Your Sugar Daddy soon turned into your 'Daddy' really quick. You now had new bills to worry about, aka pain killers and muscle relaxers because Miguel was a beast in bed.

But hell, it was worth quitting your job for him.

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Waaaaaah, I hope you liked it!!!!

@tojishugetiddies

[disneyprincemuke]

the summer seemed to last forever

alternatively: how bad would it be if we just hard launched?

in which they didn't want summer break to end because that meant having to sneak around again

(series masterlist)

“i don’t wanna go back, i just wanna be here forever,” she hums, her cheeks pressed into her palm as she stares out at the calm waves. she lies on her stomach as she kicks her feet in the air, her sunglasses resting on her nose as her hair flew in several directions from the contrasting winds.

they find themselves on a private and discreet resort. one where there’s not many people, the younger girl really made a valiant effort to find one that’s not too famous to avoid any pictures leaking.

“you don’t mean that. you cried last night because you said you miss racing!” logan laughs, lying on his back next to her. he turns his head and holds his hand up above his eyes to shield himself.

“i lied, i don’t know,” she sighs tiredly, dropping her forehead on her forearm. she peeks through an eye and is genuinely confused. “how about you just… wear your sunglasses?”

“i wouldn’t be able to see how pretty you are,” logan frowns as a smile slowly stretches his lips. he pinches her cheek before rolling to lie flat on his stomach with her. “i don’t really wanna go back either.”

“if i had to be teammates with alex, i’d share the same sentiments.”

“no, not like that!” logan laughs. he moves closer to her, resting his head on her shoulder. “i don’t wanna have to go back and pretend like we’re not together.”

“i literally know what you mean,” she sighs. “i don’t think i can take another ‘are you with logan’ investigation from those losers.”

“hey, one of them’s my teammate!”

“he’s the biggest loser out of them all!”

“apologise!”

“sometimes i think we should just hard launch our relationship,” she rests her head on top of his, her feet swaying to hit his feet that are also in the air. “honestly, how bad could it be?”

“i fantasize about that sometimes,” logan agrees. “i just get so tired pretending like i don’t wanna hold your hand everywhere during the weekend. i also want to be able to kiss you after a race! do you have any idea how sexy you look after a race?”

she rolls away from him with a groan on her lips. “logan!”

“what?”

“it’s just the adrenaline that makes you wanna do that!” she laughs, shoving him back gently on the shoulder. “we figured that out last year when you were on the top of the podium.”

“i looked hot right? it’s not often you have to look up to see me on the podium when i’m next to you.”

“please! i let you win that race.”

“oh, how very generous of you,” logan smiles, resting a hand on the exposed skin of her waist. “is there any way i can thank you for that?”

“give me all your money,” she smiles sweetly, hanging her head to the side as she moves towards logan. “let’s hard launch our relationship. let’s tell the world — to hell with the people that will talk shit about me. i’ll get over it.”

logan raises an eyebrow. “you will not get over it. be realistic, my love.”

“i’ll get over it just to be able to kiss you in parc ferme. you’re right — i’m too sexy to not be kissed after a race.” logan frowns, making her giggle. “you’re hot too, i guess.”

“you guess,” logan trails off, shaking his head. “it’s like you don’t even love me anymore.”

“absurdity!” she shrieks in shock. “seriously, though. let’s tell everyone? i’m so tired of sneaking around and playing into their games.”

“let’s just keep it to ourselves for as long as we can,” logan mutters, pressing his lips against her shoulder. “we won’t ever get a moment of peace if we tell everyone now. i know i would hate that.”

she hums, goosebumps covering the area that his lips touch. “i guess you’re right. i just hope the summer would last forever — i’m having the best time with you here. i almost forgot we’ve got a job to return to in a couple of days.”

“we’ll have fun. we’re at least doing one of the things we would talk about,” logan smiles on her skin. “traveling together everywhere. sneaking into each other’s hotel room just makes it so much more interesting. how many times has james walked past you outside my room again?”

“i’ve lost count. i swear he knows about us but is saving us the embarrassment,” she giggles. “but i guess he’s got bigger things to bother about than figuring out his driver’s relationship status.”

“oh, he cares. he asks me about you every weekend.”

“shame he’s already married.”

“if i could throw a question mark in your race right now, i really would.”

“you’re just mad you’re not james vowles.”

“true.”

“hey!” lily squeaks, dropping herself into the mat next to the girl. “we found the brochure for water activities! and no,” she glances at logan, “they don’t have spots for fishing.”

“thank god,” she mutters in relief while logan sulks next to her. “do they have one where i can beat my boyfriend up?”

“if they did, i’d have already signed us up.”

kidy/n

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user1 no logan dump? my entire summer is ruined

user2 omg maybe she thirdwheeled oscar n lily?

user3 no way,, logan was definitely with them 💀

oscarpiastri is it me or y/n that’s the thirdwheel 😐

oscarpiastri can you PLEASE go to your boyfriend and get your own boyfriend???

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lilymhe my girlfriends are soooo pretty 😚😚

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kidy/n no u!!!!

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(You scared me) RHEA RIPLEY X JEY USO

Chapter 15

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Rhea was walking around backstage at SmackDown.

She was being cautious, of course. Naomi had invited her to the show. She looked for the locker room. Naomi had told her to meet her in

She walked in, seeing Jade Bianca and, of course, Naomi sitting around talking.

Naomi immediately jumped up, seeing her in the doorway. Hi, how are you doing?

Hey, I’m good.

She led her over to the benches they were all sitting on.

She sat next to Naomi, feeling a little awkward.

How are you feeling, Rhea? Bianca asked

I’m feeling a little better. I wish I was cleared.

Well, I think B handled Liv for you, Jade said, hitting Bianca arm playfully.

That girl was working her last nerve; someone had to hit her, she said, putting her hands up in defense.

I appreciate it, Bianca. She said with a smile.

Maybe you knocked some sense into her, Naomi chimed in.

So what’s been up to Rhea with your time off? Jade said, grabbing her water bottle.

Nothing much; they have been watching me like crazy. Like I’ll get jumped in my own home or something.

Bianca gave her a look, they? Who’s they

She smiled to herself. Me and Jey are dating.

Wait for real! She said sitting up.

Good for you, girl, get yours! Jade said, giving her a high five.

Wait, how long had this been happening? Bianca said, lying down on the bench.

A couple of months technically, but we only been dating for a couple of weeks now.

Damn Naomi You didn’t know Jade said

I just found out a couple of days ago, when we’re in the UK, I had my suspicious

My brother is an idiot when it comes to keeping things a secret, especially when it comes to you, she said, playfully poking her.

She smiled at the thought of him

Oh, so he’s the reason your here tonight had to come support your man. Jade teased

I mean, he does look good in red, plus I haven’t seen him in a couple of days, so

They all let out a collective Oh! Causing her to laugh

I bet he looks even better out of the red too. Jade said, cocking her head.

I mean, those tattoos are nice to look at.

They talk for the rest of the show after it ended, Rhea went to find Jey.

It didn’t take long for her to find him. He was standing outside by one of the exit doors.

His hands rubbing his temples; he always did that when he was stressed.

She ran up to him, giving him a hug. Hey, are you alright?

Yeah, I’m good. He said, giving her a kiss, It’s good to see you.

It’s good to see you too. I missed you.

Well, I got you something.

You did! What is it?

You have to wait and see.

Why tell me you got me something and not give it to me?

I mean, I got something else I can give you to, he said with a grin.

I mean, I’ll take both of your offerings. I’ll never say no to that, she said, tracing her fingers down his chest.

Girl, you trying to get me in trouble at work.

Then let’s go. I don’t want you to get in trouble now, she said, grabbing his sunglasses off his head and putting them on hers.

Damn girl! You don’t have to tell me twice.

He put his arm around her as they walked to their car.

As they walked up, he saw someone standing by his car.

He looked around, seeing if he saw anyone else. becoming more alert to his surroundings as they got closer.

Rhea squeezed his hand tighter, pulling him back.

Who’s that? She pointed at the person standing by their car.

I don’t know. I know who I hope it’s not, tho.

As they walked closer, he noticed there were two people standing there.

Hang on, he said, letting go of her hand. He walked up to the car.

He yelled out, getting their attention.

As they turned around, he noticed it was Jimmy and Naomi.

The fuck you doing, man! Sitting by my car in the dark and shit man!

We have been waiting here for 20 damn minutes. What took you so long, uce?

Ok, both of you calm down. Naomi said, putting a hand on Jimmy's chest.

He sucked his teeth. I swear if your here to talk about Sami man

No, I still don’t trust him, but no, that’s not why I’m here.

So then what do you want?

He felt a hand grabbing his; he knew who it was; he didn’t even have to look

She asked Naomi what was going on.

He looked down at her, nothing. It’s okay.

Jimmy had a weird look on his face. He looked over at Naomi, then back at them.

So what do you want? It’s late and I’m tired, so hurry up.

Uce I get your upset, but don’t go blowing up at Roman like that; it's not going to do us any good.

He shook his head. He doesn’t get to talk down to us anymore, especially right now.

He made a face. What does that mean?

He’s not on top anymore; he doesn’t get to act like he’s better than us.

He threw his hands up. Jey, come on.

I meant what I said; he got one more chance, and then I’m done. I’m here for you, not him.

That got Jimmy's attention.

I’m not going through all that shit again, man.

Jimmy sucked his teeth. I get it; trust me, I do. I’m just saying he’s not going to change overnight.

He ran a hand over his face, alright whatever.

They were all quiet for a moment.

Naomi broke the silence. Ok, we should get going. Come on, baby. She grabbed Jimmy's hand.

Alright, bye, he said, dapping him up.

Bye, see you around. bye Naomi

Bye; see you both later. They walked off.

He let out a loud sigh as he opened her door.

He shut the door, getting in the car.

You okay? She said, grabbing his shoulder.

Yeah, just God, he said, letting his head hit the headrest. Let’s just go. I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just got back. I just want to focus on you. He put his hand on her thigh.

Plus, you still got a gift to open.

Huh, I do, don’t I, she said in a teasing voice.

You do a very good gift, I might add.

I feel like you are not talking about my gift anymore.

I mean, I can give it to you, can’t I? That’s a gift, isn’t it? He moved his hand to her inner thigh, making her shift in her seat. Jey baby

Yes, babygirl, he said as he moved his hand up and down her thigh and rubbed it against her pussy.

Causing her to cross her legs

He continued to tease her till they got to their hotel.

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He grabbed their bags out of the truck. He came around, opening her door.

Thank you, baby. As she stepped out of the car, she grabbed his shoulder for support as she felt her knees get stiff.

He asked if she was okay with a grin on his face.

Yeah, I’m ok; let’s go.

Before she could take another step, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

Jey Put me down! She kicked her legs. Jey!

Shh, babygirl, you can scream all you want in a minute. He said, smacking her on the ass.

She bit her lip as it sent chills down her spine. God, maybe he should leave more often if he was going to act like this every time.

Luckily, the hotel lobby was pretty empty beside the hotel staff.

Her face was bright red. God, this was so embarrassing being over his shoulder like this, but it also was hot. He just threw her over his shoulder like it was nothing.

When they made it to their room, he dropped their bags on the ground.

He put her down on the desk, kissing her.

She immediately fell into it, putting her hands in his hair.

As they made out, he picked her up, taking her pants off, and throwing them to the side.

He sat her back down, napping at her neck.

The cold air hit her pussy, causing her to bite her lip. He rubbed his hand against her pussy, making her moan.

Babygirl I barely even touched you, and your already so wet for me.

He moved her underwear out of the way, pushing two fingers into her Fuck Jey! She bit his shoulder to muffle the sound of her moans as he thrust them in and out of her

She wrapped her legs around him as he picked up speed, making her moan louder. Fuck please!

She felt that familiar heat pooling in her stomach.

Please, what baby?!

She grabbed at his shirt.

I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want, baby.

She used her feet to push down his pants down to his thighs. Jey! Please just… Just fuck me.

You want me to what, baby, I can’t hear you

Fuck me Please just fuck me! She yelled loud enough for the people in the next room to hear, but she didn’t care; all she cared about was him.

He picked her up, carrying her over to the bed.

He laid her down, taking off his clothes.

She threw off her shirt along with her bra and underwear.

He flipped her around so she was on her hands and knees.

He thrust into her in one swift motion. grabbing the bass of her neck.

Is this what you wanted babygirl?!

Yes! god, yes!

She let her head hang. Each thrust was fast and deep, hitting that special spot, making her moan.

Your so hot like this baby; let everybody know your mind. He smacked her on the ass. making her yell

God, he felt so good. Each thrust brought her closer and closer.

Fuck Jey im... im

Cum for me, babygirl

A couple more thrusts pushed her over the edge.

Her body shuddering as her orgasm rips through her

She fell down to her elbows, trying to catch her breath.

his hips snapping forward one last time as he finds his own release.

He fell beside her, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. Damn girl!

She chuckled as her body relaxed. God, that was...

He smiled We’re not done yet, baby.

She giggled as he grabbed her, pulling her on top of him kissing her.

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This is my first time writing smut so be nice and if you have any tips haha let me know 🖤

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Completely felt - I wanted to (selfishly) request a pre relationship w bradley where he like comes over to r’s place and there’s like a random assortment of handyman tasks that are either poorly done or waiting to get done. I’m in my acts of service era. But of course do not feel pressure I will love u regardless

this is so juicy i took 1000 years to write it!!! pre-relationship with the promise of something more :) <3 hope you like! | fluff, pre-relationship, 1.3k

Your new place is a dream come true apart from all of the work it needs. The sink leaks, the kitchen cupboard is crooked, the lock on the bathroom door sticks. The lawn is a mess and the brick path to the front door needs relaying and the door itself needs some paint. But it's yours. A small house in the most beautiful town you've ever seen.

It's hard to make friends as an adult in a new place but lucky for you, you've got some already. You know Nat from before she had set her sights on the sky and you've heard so much about Bob you feel like you've met him already. They both come over to help you unpack.

"This is so charming!" Nat cries when you open the door. She tugs you into a hug. "Bob, don't be shy."

"The infamous Bob," you say, smiling. He grins at you and waves before sticking out a hand.

"Hello," he says. "I feel obligated to say that anything embarrassing Phoenix has told you is probably true."

You laugh. You're about to usher them in when you see a dude in jeans and a UVA t-shirt checking out your mailbox. Nat follows your gaze and sighs.

"Rooster!" she calls. The man -- Rooster? -- snaps his head up, eyes hidden behind sunglasses. "Stop manhandling her mailbox and get in here to be useful." She looks back at you and shrugs. "He's from our squad. He knows a lot about home repair and I thought he'd be helpful since you said this place uh..."

Bob looks at the chipping paint on the front door. "Needs some work?"

"That's putting it lightly," Rooster says, walking up the brick path. Okay, kind of a dick thing to say, you think. He wiggles a few loose ones as he does so, shoving his glasses into his hair and frowning at his feet. "You're gonna break an ankle on these things." He seems to remember himself and looks up at you. He grins and it's like someone steals all the air from your lungs. Yeah, that was kind of a dick thing to say, but he's tall, tanned, and so very, very handsome.

"If you can fix them, be my guest," you say. "I'm --"

Your name rolls off his tongue like it was made for him to say. "Nat talks about you all the time. Sorry to crash the unpacking party. I'm Bradley." Nat scoffs and covers it with a cough. He sticks out his hand and you take it. It sounds ridiculous in your own mind but you swear you feel something when your skin touches. Get it together, you tell yourself.

"Wellllllll," Nat drags out. You pull your hand back and hope you're not noticeably flustered. "Shall we go inside?"

You lead the way. Bob starts to unpack your books while Nat tackles unwrapping your frames. Someone starts to play '80s classics on their phone and you're hit with a rush of gratitude. These people, two of them who don't even know you, are so quick to help. You hope the rest of their Navy friends are this nice.

The boxes of dishes seem to be calling your name so you start on those, pulling off paper and opening cabinets. Who knew you had so much shit?

You feel him next to you before he speaks. "This is a little loose," Bradley says, wiggling the kitchen faucet. "Do you mind if I fix it?"

Apparently, Nat was serious about his handyman knowledge. "Uh, sure," you say. It feels like he takes up the entirety of your small kitchen. "There's a toolbox underneath already."

"Smart," he says. You cannot believe how warm the praise makes you feel. You just met.

You start talking so he won't see how flustered you are. "Sorry if this is a dumb question," you start, not looking at him. He's tightening something, arms bulging under this t-shirt. "But should I call you Bradley? Or Rooster? Which I assume is your...pilot name?"

"Callsign," he corrects with a smile you can't help but notice. "It's up to you," he shrugs. "You'd be the only one to call me Bradley, probably."

"I just don't know how to call a grown man Rooster," you admit. He laughs.

"Fair enough," he says. He looks up from the sink and his eyes narrow on the cabinet you're opening. "Hey, careful," he says, reaching for it. His fingers brush yours as he grabs the door, moving it back and forth a little. "This looks loose. Can I..."

"Be my guest."

You have no idea how much time passes. Bradley tightens every single cabinet door in your kitchen and fixes the jammed utensils drawer as you talk about his job on base, your new one close by, the rest of the squad, the best restaurants in town. Anything and everything. Part of you wonders if you're going to wake up in your own bed and all of this is going to have been a dream.

The music pauses and Nat and Bob come into the kitchen. The sunlight through your un-curtained has changed and you realize it's been hours.

"Do you guys want to go to the Hard Deck?" Nat asks, eyes bouncing between you and Bradley. "I could use a drink."

"You can meet more of the squad," Bob says. "And Penny. She's going to love you."

"Alright," you say. It really does sound nice -- meeting new people, and starting to create your own community here. "Do I need to...change?" You look down at your own jeans and t-shirt.

"Nah," Nat says. "You're perfect as you are." Bradley hums and you allow yourself to think that it's in agreement.

"I can drive you if you want," he says suddenly. "I parked down the street."

Bob and Nat seem to do some weird pilot-WSO silent communication thing and then they smile at you both. "We'll meet you there." They're out the door and down the driveway before you can say a single thing.

"Let me grab my keys." Bradley waits by the front door, arms crossed as he looks at the chipping paint.

"Hey," he calls as you walk back towards him. "I hope you don't think I have been implying that your place is..."

"Shitty?" you supply, laughing. He grimaces as you shut the door and start across the crooked bricks.

"It's really nice," he amends. "To have your own place. You're going to make it really beautiful."

"That's kind of you."

"You can say no," he starts, and you look back at him, wondering where this is going. "But I'd be happy to get some of that stuff fixed. Paint the door, redo the bathroom lock, and relay these bri--"

Your foot catches on a half-crumbled brick and you stumble. Bradley's hand darts out to catch you by the arm firmly but not too tight.

"Whoops," you say. You look up and his face is much closer than it was, brows drawn in concern. "Thanks."

"Please let me fix these damn bricks," he says. He does not let go.

"Okay," you breathe. "Can I help?"

Bradley releases you but doesn't step back. The concern melts into amusement. "You know how?"

"No," you say, stepping carefully now. "But I bet you can teach me."

He doesn't say anything for a second and you worry that you've overstepped, you've read it all wrong, you're going to have to fake sick and beg out of drinks.

"Alright," he says. You look back to find him grinning and spinning his car keys around one finger. "I'll teach you." You manage to contain the shiver that wants to run down your spine.

All of this is exciting. A new town, a new house, new friends in Bob and Bradley and whoever you're going to meet tonight. This right here, you and a naval aviator you met a few hours ago standing in your driveway grinning at each other, feels like a beginning.

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Day 23: of @flightlessangelwings fawktober!

You come home to find a stranger by your pool (Jack Jackson).

Themes: DEAD DOVE -DNE, bratty f!reader, Dirty Talk, some degradation, momentary choking and hair pulling, Begging, CNC (maybe? Idk man I tried), refraction period who, 69 (Jack on top), cum play, pinv, creampie

W.C: 2435 words

A.N: This is a safe place to explore kink and erotica as writers and readers, if you don’t like one of the above themes don’t read it, this is my first attempt at hitting all three themes for one day! My first experience with CNC as well so apologies if it isn’t the best 😅 Hope y’all like it 😘 Big thank you to @melodygatesauthor and @guruan-isnt-here for grammar and vibe checking this one!

See you soon ;)

You stare down at the final line of chat on your screen. You’d listed out your age, location, hard and soft limits. Now you wait… Finding someone online for CNC was always a toss up but your chat with this guy felt different somehow. Though your shitty workday hangs over you like a dark cloud your core is already dampening at the thought of this evening. You make your way through your darkened home until you’re stepping out sun drenched back deck. The light glimmering off of the pool causing you to squint. You take a deep breath, finally closing your eyes as you enjoy the warmth of the sun on your skin until you hear the clinking of ice in a glass. You jump and whip around to see the source of the noise,

“Who the hell are you?” You snap, your aggravating work day eroded your already limited patience. While didn’t know who had answered your ad this was not the man you’d expected. The figure lounging across your pool chair furrows his brow.

He slowly sits up and lowers his sunglasses to take you in, “I’m who you’ve been chattin’ with. Name’s Jack.” He twangs out.

“Horse shit.” You spit.

“Well that’s not very nice…” He stands up, taking a sip from his umbrella’d cocktail as he makes his way toward you. Arousal begins to mix with your frustration at his strange response. Usually you prefer men much bigger than yourself for scenes like this, it helps keep you in the moment, but this guy is at least a couple inches shorter than you.

“I thought you’d be someone strong, powerful, tall...” Your voice lowers as you smirk, dragging your gaze slowly over him. “But you? How’d you even get in?”

“I’ve got my ways sweetheart.” The stranger shrugs , “figured I’d make myself comfortable.” He grins, two gold teeth shimmering in his smile. “Care for a swim?” He motions toward the pool, robe fluttering in the California breeze showing his form in a rather small pair of pink briefs that don’t leave anything to the imagination. He’s that big while flaccid?

“I think I’ll take some time to decompress from work…” you turn and make your way into the house. The darkness temporarily blinding you as you make your way further, “Shit,” You hiss as you slowly make your way toward the kitchen.

Suddenly there are two strong hands slamming into your shoulders and pinning your back against the wall. “Now sweetheart, you can’t hold my height against me. I’m very good at my job.” His smirk and gravely voice grate against your nerves.

“If you had really read through the request you must know I’m anything but sweet…” your voice drops into a low taunting tone as you lean forward. “I don’t think this is gonna -“

His hand around your throat finishes your sentence for you as he holds you still. “Those ain’t the magic words.” He smirks “Why don’t you make your way into the bedroom and we can start.” He lets you go and steps aside, motioning down the hall.

“Pft.” You huff, feigning boredom with his momentary dominance. Deciding you really want to test his resolve you forge on, “I doubt you can -“ once again he cuts you off, this time with an iron grip in your hair at the nape of your neck as he drags you toward the bedroom.

“You’re one of those huh? Can’t just listen the first time.” He tuts as you stumble to keep up, wincing and hissing at the pain prickling your scalp. He grabs your arm and throws you onto the bed. “Just so I know you’re not some girl who’s in over her head… let me hear you say your safe-word…” he crosses his arms and stands at the edge of the bed.

You level your gaze with his, adrenaline sparking your stubbornness “Red…” you purr.

“Not a creative one are ya.” He chuckles. “Now once I start, I ain’t stopping till I hear that word…”

“That word is for you too, in case you can’t handle it.” You smirk.

The wicked grin that answers you sends lightening to your core. “Oh I’m gonna enjoy this.” He pulls down the pink briefs slowly, his thick member already hard, red and angry. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as your mouth watered at the sight of him. “Like what you see?” He smirks as he spits in his hand and slowly began to work himself infront of you.

“Can’t say I don’t.” You answer, stubbornness flaring again and keeping you from giving him a simple yes.

“Good, cause that’s all you get to do right now.” His dark tone fills the room as he continues to work himself. Hips slowly canting forward on a particularly long stroke had you biting your lip. “Little slut hasn’t earned all of this…” he growls.

You’re ashamed at how quickly you’re losing your nerve. The pulse of his cock and the sounds coming from him make your core ache and clench around nothing. You lean back on the bed, your eyes never leaving his length as your hand dips under your waistband. “Nope.” He growls, lunging forward and yanking your wrist to pin it on the bed. “Bad girl.” He pulls you forward till your knees landed on the carpet. “Hands behind your back.”

“Make m-“ your smirk is cut off as he pinches your cheeks together.

“Oh I intend to.” He pulls a pair of cuffs out of the pocket of his silk robe. He pulls your arms behind you at an awkward angle and tightens them down on your wrists.

“They’re too tight.” You growl.

He moves to stand infront of you, cock still red and now weeping as it bounces just a few inches from your face. “Ask me if I care sweetheart, now open.”

You glare at him but did as he says, opening your mouth just wide enough and sticking your tongue out.

“Stay just like that.” He murmurs as he begins working himself again, slowly coming closer and closer but not enough to touch.

He threw his head back and groaned as his hips began rolling forward. You could feel the thin fabric of your underwear soaking as he stood over you. So close but not quite there. Raising a brow you went to lean forward, to just lick the tip. But his hand came down on your forehead to keep you in place “Think I’m stupid?” He chuckled as he continues to rut into his fist. “Think you earned this cum?”

You nod opening your mouth wider. His breathy laugh has you nearly groaning, just a few more thrusts and you’re sure he’d be coming right down your throat. His hand on your head shakes as he nears his release; one, two, three more thrusts and then- ropes and ropes of cum splatter across your chest and shirt. “What the fuck.” You hiss.

“Oh you definitely didn’t earn it yet. I just wanted to ruin that pretty little blouse of yours.” He smirks, running his fingers down and swirling his spend across your skin. A snarl is your only warning as his other hand grabs onto the hem of your deep v-necked collar and yanks, ripping and exposing your bare chest underneath. “I’m gonna have fun painting you with my cum.” He whispers, hauling you up by your arm and throwing you back onto the bed. “You won’t need these.” He yanks your pants and thong down in one stroke, exposing your soaked folds. “So wet already.” He lightly strokes a finger through your heat and swirls around your clit, eliciting a soft moan from you.

His eyes sparkle as a wicked idea swirls in his mind. He presses your legs wide and leaned in, rubbing his fat tip up and down your folds. Your slickness and his cum still beading out of it mixing together made him nearly lose his control. It took everything in him not to slam into you. He nearly does till he looks up and notices how much you were enjoying the sensation. A little too much for his liking. He smirks, runs his tip up to your clit and rubs slowly over it. You whimper and groan as your hips began to roll in time with his. Your eyes squeeze shut as you focus on drawing as much pleasure as you can.

He huffs and slips the tip of his cock down further, barely pressing into your heat. Christ you need more, you buck your hips up stealing you a momentary inch of him. “Bad girl.” He tuts, slipping out of your folds and down, pressing his slick tip against your tight ring of muscle. Your eyes shoot open in a panic and you try to sit up. He relishes the fear in your eyes as he leans forward, his face just inches from yours “Do that again and I’m fucking this first… and you better hope that cunt is slick enough to drip down for your tight little ass.”

You gulp and nod. “You gonna behave?” He asks as he angles his tip up and slides it between your folds. You bite your lip to stifle your groan and nod again. “Prove it.” He shuffles over and cages your head with a knee on either side, leaning forward and angling is cock over your face, “Open.”

You open wide, hungrily as the mixture of his smell and yours fills your senses. He slowly glides his soaked tip over your tongue and groans, “Such an eager little slut.” He chuckles, rolling his hips slowly as his hand cups your breast and pinches your nipple lightly.

You gasp and he takes that chance to thrust deeper into your mouth. The warmth and softness of your tongue pull moans from him and eat away at his resolve. “Taking it so well, you want my cock down your throat?” You nod as best you can and hum your response. “Good.” He lays over you, his length nearly hitting the back of your throat and stretching your lips across him. He begins thrusting into your mouth and your about to cry out for him to slow down when a shot of warmth and pressure glides across your bud.

Your cry is muffled around his girth as he laps at your clit with his tongue. Long languid strokes across your bud send your mind reeling as you arch up and take him deeper down your throat. “Only takes a couple licks to swallow my cock huh?” His breath fanning across your needy core sent you whimpering. “Don’t worry, your mouth feels so good I’ll reward ya.”

His hips set a fast pace as he lapped at your clit. In just a few strokes of his tongue you came undone. Your cunt fluttering around nothing as you muffled cries fill the room. You were so ready to swallow all that he was about to give you. A few more hard thrusts and - he pulls out of your mouth with a pop and ruts against your chest, spilling new ropes of cum to meet his earlier spend. “Still, haven’t earned, that yet.” He groans between thrusts. His hips slow and he sits up, adjusting so he can see the absolute mess covering your tits and his belly.

He lets out a dark chuckle as he wipes his cum off his belly and turns to you. You’re hunger quelled for a moment from your orgasm as you look up at him lazily. “You want it?” He looks down as the cum on his hand then back to your lips. You nod, closing your eyes and opening your mouth. You stick your tongue out and wait for the taste of him to hit your palette. You jolt as he presses his fingers deep into your aching core. “Think I want it here instead.” His dark smirk ignites your frustration anew.

“Fucking tease.” You hiss.

“You think so?” He brings his hand up and gathers the ropes of cum from your chest. “Oh I can show you tease.” With one hand full of cum he uses the other to lift your legs until your ankles were nearly by your ears. You groan against the uncomfortable position as your weight presses into your shoulders and neck. You pitifully try to use your still restrained arms to get more comfortable, your core tensing as you try to balance.

Ass up and everything laid bare for him, he shifts behind you. Your lower back presses against his chest. He pulls your folds open with his clean hand and you gasp at the sensation of him dripping cum right into your aching heat. Your legs jerk but he manages to keep them in place as he uses a single finger to work his cum into you. Just enough sensation for you to feel it but not enough to satisfy.

“Please.” The word slips out before you can stop it. His motions halt, he slowly meets your gaze with a smirk.

“What was that? Little slut actually beggin’ now?” His dark tone adds to your aching frustration. “Do it again.”

Your desperation cracks your resolve as your back begins to ache. “Please… need more…”

“That wasn’t so hard was it? Though you should be more specific.” His smirk grows to a wicked grin as he stands over you and sinks his girth into your slick channel in one thrust. You cry out at the sudden stretch, pain and pleasure swirling as his cum leaks around the sides of him. “Would you look at that. Gotta fill you up some more.” He grunts as he begins to pound into you.

Cries turn to whimpers as you finally begin to adjust to him. His cock hitting that spot deep inside, sending you over the edge. His groans join your cries as you tighten around him, “Just like that.” He bites out and fucks you harder. “Take this fucking cock.” He slams into you drawing out your orgasm. With a final thrust he leans into you, pressing you further into the bed and painting your walls white.

After a moment he slowly lowers you till your back finally rests against the bed. Instinctively you let out a contented sigh as you felt the aftermath slowly leak from your relaxed sex. Jack moves off the bed to admire his work, tutting as the wet spot below you grows. “Gonna have to try again.” He grins. “Maybe a different hole will hold it better.”

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Taglist: @lunar-ghoulie @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

[venjras]

PARTY MONSTER - SUKUNA.

˗ˏˋ Nsfw, tw: F!Reader, fingering, pet names, slight exhibitionism, hair pulling, marking, unprotected sex.

Another night. Another party.

Always the same routine every fucking weekend. You are not doing it much for fun as to make sure Itadori doesn't screw everything up. Incredibile how fast you can go from being his sister to being his babysitter in a matter of seconds.

Right now you are at Sukuna’s house, one of his best mates. You are leaned against the kitchen counter as you watch him dance with one of his new sweethearts. Holding the beer inside the plastic glass and twirling the liquid inside of it. Scanning the surrounding environment as intrigued as annoyed.

You'd rather be anywhere but here. It wasn't for the situation per se but the landlord that made you restless. You and Sukuna have never got along particularly well. If he wasn’t one of your brother's best friends you probably would never have talked to him.

He was hot, extremely hot but way too superficial for your standards. What, or who, wakes you up from your thoughts is a white-haired boy with a dazzling smile and a couple of sunglasses that fall slightly on the tip of his nose.

« Do you wanna dance? » And without leaving you time to answer he drags you in the middle of the dance floor. His arms immediately wrap around your waist and your two bodies so close that he does’t leave free space for a sheet to pass. You begin to move above the tempo of the music and slowly unwind, totally letting yourself go to the beat. This thing between you and Satoru had become a habit by now, good friends who love to have fun and enjoy flirting with each other.

Between one song and another, whole shots and songs flow, until you're turned around and your back is pressed against his chest. So suddenly that you don’t understand, only when you feel his lips close to one of your ears and your eyes focus on a precise person in the room you star to comprehend.

« It seems like someone doesn’t want to take their eyes off you. » He whispers alluding to Ryomen. He’s sitting on one of the large sofa as you feel your mouth water when you look at his thick spread thighs and his unbuttoned black shirt so tight that it leaves very little to the imagination.

A familiar warmth invades the lower part of your belly, looking up and finding his eyes that were already on you. Feeling a rush of heat running through your entire body.

« I’m going to the bathroom. » You yell to Gojo and he seems to understand the situation perfectly. Leaving the start of the stairs to reach the upper floor, turning the light of the room on and rinsing your face with fresh water.

« Did you have fun downstairs? » Hearing that sudden voice makes you jump, seeing only after the broad figure of Sukuna reflected in the mirror. Trying to calm your heartbeat before metabolizing.

« Very much, thank you. I see how much you love scaring the shit out of others. » You say as you turn his way, your affirmation makes him laugh. Instantly regret hit you when you see the way he is literally devouring you with his eyes only. He takes a few steps forward until the distance between you two is completely null.

« Not everybody. Just you. » He mutters locking your body between his and the bathroom’s sink, placing his hands on the counter top extremely close to your hips.

« Gojo, huh? You could do better. » He almost snorts as he says those words, making you frown as you try to free yourself from that pull. Without any success, indeed, inviting him to press his body more against yours. Making you bite your lower lip, the drinks definitely started acting up and your stomach was tingling now.

« Are you sure about it? Because he's so good and he always knows how and where to touch me. » You provoke him by driving his patience on the edge as he slowly bring his hands to tighten your hips. Getting closer to the point where you could feel his breath on your lips. His scent invading your nostrils and your head getting more and more cloudy.

« Then I think I'll have to show you what it really means to feel good, so good that you'll beg me to stop because your body can't take it anymore. » Those words go right to your core, forcing you to squeeze his shirt with your fingers before his lips find yours.

The kiss is vicious, eager, the tongues clash and seem to dance to a symphony of their own. Moaning into the kiss as he slipped his tongue pass your lips. Starting to rut your hips against his clothed erection, pulling him closer towards you. Tangling your fingers in the thick locks of his pink hair, feeling him roll his hips against your heat. His hands gripping tightly at your hips as he licks into your mouth, drinking you up perfectly.

« Fuck, doll. » He groans as you are able to feel how hard he is through the fabric of his trousers, gasping into his mouth. His large palms exploring your perfect curves, down your waist and up your thighs. Pulling up your skirt, pushing your panties to the side. His long, long and thick fingers slowly petting through your folds until they’re pressing over your puffy clit.

« Please.. »

You said in a whisper as he started to caress your entrance without ever giving you the satisfaction of really touching it. Causing you a moan of disapproval, pushing your hips toward his fingers, gaining a deep laugh from him. Feeling the stretch as something familiar flutter into your tummy. Moaning under his touch, making his cock twitch with the biggest ache in his pants. Riding his fingers, so fucking needy.

Always hitting the right spot, over and over again.

« So good for me, baby. » You heard him groan, his deep voice filling your ears. Sending you to heaven and wanting to hear more. A note of jealousy in his voice as he began to draw small circles on your clit with the top of his finger. Sucking on a flap of your skin and keeping to work on it until it becomes purplish, passing his wet tongue on it fully satisfied.

« Be a good girl and come for me, y/n. »

And you couldn't resist anymore, coming on his fingers with slick going down to dirt your inner thigh as well. Clinging to him and shaking because of the intense orgasm, failing to keep your eyes open. Sukuna meanwhile had carried his dirty fingers to his mouth, cleaning them carefully and humming because of how good you taste.

« We've just begun, love. » He whisper in your ear before slamming into you so hard you can only respond with a moan. He slides out to the very tip, so you feel all but empty. Making you desperate because of how much you need him right now.

« Oh God, please.. »

You cry out and as a reward he gives you another rough thrust of his hips, even tho this time he brushes against your sensitive spot. The tingling starts at the top of your spine and reaches all the way to your toes. One of his hands grips onto your waist while the other tugs on your hair, forcing you to look him straight in the eyes. Squeezing your thigh between his fingers with his free hand, sure as hell he would left a couple of bruises. You start shaking as pleasure rushes through for the second time in a row. His movements become sloppier as control slips from his grasps. Black spots fill your eyes before stars burst, sparking to life behind shut eyes. His body trembles against yours as he comes but he doesn’t stop moving his hips until you’re both completely fucked out.

He was damn right even tho you would never have said it to him. This was for sure the best sex you've ever had.

©️ venjras.

[ladylooch]

Smutty Submission - Miles Wood

Summary: A submission from 👢 anon about vacationing in Central America with Miles Wood.

Having a vacation with miles means two things for you. He's going to torture you or you guys are not leaving the room.

This year, he decided that the whole family was going to travel (probably Central America). And you're fine with that.

You woke in miles' arms after your first night. God, you're going to love it here. The little sun is coming in through the curtains, hitting miles in all the right spots. He looks like a God, and that's not fair at all.

You guys have a family breakfast and decide that after lunch, you guys will spend the afternoon at the pool.

You're getting ready for the pool when miles come into the bathroom. You have your bottoms on and are trying to tie the top. He looks at you like he's going to eat you right there. But he behaves, the thing is the cat and mouse game you guys are going to play. Starts now. He helps you, tying for you. He lets his fingers linger more than they should. Making you shiver a little.

After getting ready, you guys head to the pool to meet the rest of the family. The kids are already in the pool, and they want uncle miles to play with them. You smile at him as he takes his shirt off. Pecking his lips, you send his way. You linger your eyes at him because holy shit, those muscles and his v line are showing more this summer.

You sigh and curse mentally. You lay in the chair, asking for a drink and watching miles playing with the kids. He's such a kid.

But then he decides to come out of the pool through the stairs. You look at him, thank god for your sunglasses. Miles knows that you're looking. He always knows. So what he does is the thing that drives you crazy. He pulls his trunks down, a little too low there, but not enough to see his pubes. You watch the water moving through his body and v line to exactly the spot you lick when you're blowing him.

Miles winks at you, and you lift your drink. You lick the rim before taking a sip. Two can play this game, mr. wood. And you will win. Your self power is stronger than his.

Miles is talking to his brother and a few more people. And he keeps checking on you, in case you need him or someone bothers you. You wait until he's lost in the conversation to turn around.

Showing what drives him insanely crazy, you're ass. Your swim bottoms are a little smaller than you normally use.

Miles starts to lose focus. After all, his second head is working now. His brain is not functioning anymore.

Miles can't focus, and it's funny to you. You decide to go all in. You untie your top, you don't mind the tan line. But since you're teasing him, you do it.

It doesn't take long for his big frame to block your sun. You look at him, lowering your sunglasses. You pout saying that he's blocking your sun.

Seeing his eyes, dark with desire makes you smirk. You're looking all innocent. Miles crosses his arms, asking what you are doing. At that moment, you're watching the water on his v line, and he knows it. You lick your lips before looking at him to say that you're just tanning.

He doesn't buy it, and his eyes show you that. You ask if the water is cold, he says a little, and you reply, "Maybe you should go in then, cool your head down." He knows what you're referring to.

Sitting down at the chair closer to you, Miles brings it closer. He starts to run his finger through your spine until the top of you ass. He's sending chills down your spine, giving you goosebumps.

He licks his lips as his eyes wander lower to your side boob. The anticipation is killing both of you, but you're not giving him the satisfaction. Yes, your bottom is getting soaked, but he's also getting hard.

Miles leans to give you a kiss, but an 'uncle miles come play with us' bursts your bubble. You chuckle as miles groans kissing your shoulder.

You were saved by the kids, thank god. Miles whispers that "this is not over, and you're going to get what it's coming." He stands up, you look at the line that you're the only one capable to do it.

You bite your bottom lip before batting your lashes, saying that "maybe he should run, to the pool. To take care of his situation, uncle miles."

He looks down and groans before cursing. He looks at you. He mouths that you're going to pay. Then he runs, throwing himself in the poll. The kids cheer and move to play with him.

You go back to your tan moment. Then you check the time and realize that you should go take a shower, to get ready before the dinner with his family.

Miles is watching you as you carefully tie your top, throwing one of his shirts over your body. You don't want to take the risk, someone beside miles seeing your boobs. He adjusted himself, getting a splash of water on his face. He wasn't paying attention.

You get your things, leaving his shirt and the room key for him. You move to the edge of the pool calling for him. You say that you're going to shower and for him to enjoy. You peck his lips and move to your room. He checks you out until you're out of his line of vision. His brother chirps him, that he's so gone for you. That means wedding. Miles doesn't care, that idea is awesome.

You leave your bikini at the door of the bathroom. You'll take care of that later. You're mid way through your hair routine when you feel his body coming behind you. Pushing you close to him, making you feel his erection on your ass.

You humm. You teased him that the water wasn't that cold then. Miles starts to move his hand to touch your clit. But you pull his hand, saying nope. He's lost now.

You spin in his arms, hand on his abs, pushing him against the shower wall. He loves it when you have that confidence.

You give him a messy kiss before moving down. You stop at your favorite part of his body. You kiss and lick his v line, you hear miles hissing. You look at him, licking your lips and say that "I won, and I'll get what I want. And that's you." You wink.

You take your time on his v line. You guys will probably be late for dinner, but you don't care. You suck the skin at the end of his v line, marking him but not enough to leave a hickey. Miles is a mess against the wall.

You stroke him, locking eyes with him, you say "mine" and take him deep inside your mouth. It's so hot seeing you take charge, and he needs a lot of control.

He's panting, eyes closed, enjoying your mouth on him. When he looks down, you're touching yourself. Miles can't have that. He pulls you up. He kisses you as he touches you. You moan against his lips. Miles ghosts his lips. He says that "you're not cumming on nothing, you're cumming on my cock sweetheart." The pet name always kills you.

Nodding, you kiss him before miles turns you to face the shower wall. As much as you want him to show his strength, it's safer this way.

He can't wait too long, spreading your legs, miles lines himself. Slaps your ass before he slides in slowly. Bringing a long moan from you and a grunt followed by a praise.

He holds your hips tight and will leave a mark there for sure. Miles slaps his hips against your ass. The only sounds in the room are your moans, his praises, and the sound of his hips against yours.

He's struggling to keep it together. He rubs circles on your clit to bring you to your high first. After that, it doesn't take long for you to come on his cock saying his name. Your own high brings him to his. Both of you are happy messes.

Miles kisses your shoulder before pulling you against his chest. He kisses your neck and lips as you rest your hand on his thigh.

You're breathing heavy, but this game you guys play sometimes. Always gives you good sex.

Miles, pull off you, and you guys finish showering. You guys don't say much, but an I love you came from your mouth.

While you guys get ready. You're getting your makeup done. Miles says that "i'm winning next time." You smile looking at him over the mirror. "You wish wood."

Miles comes to hug from behind. God, his cologne smells so good. You guys lock eyes and you say softly "I hope your family doesn't think, I'm a whore." He kisses your cheek and whispers "you're my whore, but don't think that."

You guys are 5 minutes late for dinner, getting knowing looks from all the table, beside the kids of course. Your cheeks get so hot, but miles is a soothing presence.

He pulls your chair. He kisses your cheek and says out loud that he loves you. Before the kids pull his attention to them.

[jaxteller87]

Big Papa 3

Work had been pretty busy the past few weeks for both Jax and me, and it wasn’t too often that our lunch hour matched up. If he wasn’t putting in extra hours at TM, he was off doing something for the club, but I guess that’s how it goes when you’re the VP and your stepdad is Prez. So, when I got a call from Jax saying he had a few minutes for a quick lunch, I did what I had to in order to make it happen. We had only a few minutes, so I stopped at Burgers and Sweets, picked up our go-to fast meal, and made my way to the clubhouse. I was about to tap on the door when I overheard Jax and Clay talking.

“No, Clay, I’m telling my wife I’m going to jail so she isn’t worried sick when she watches Agent Stahl cart us all over to Stockton. I want her to know it’s not real. That’s what me and Opie have been telling you for weeks! If this plan actually goes through, we don’t want our wives thinking we’re lookin’ at serious time.”

Clay had just started to respond to Jax’s comments when Chibs saw me, and I had to act like I wasn’t listening.

“Aye, love,” he said, giving me one of those friendly but awkward half-hugs. I’m sure he knew what I was doing but was trying to play it off like he didn’t notice me pressed up against the door.

            Just then, the door swung open, and Clay and Jax stood there with annoyance painted across their faces.

“Hey, guys!” I said, “I brought lunch!”

“Hey, darlin’,” Jax said with a sigh, planting a quick peck on my cheek.

“Hey Amber,” Clay put his sunglasses on, “I’ll need to take a rain check on the fast food; Gemma has me countin’ calories.”

“No problem—” I started to answer.

“Well then, no one will mind if I claim the president’s platter then, aye?” Chibs said, smiling while plucking the other bag from my hand.

“Of course not, have at it,” I said.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to hit the road,” Clay walked past us toward his bike, “Jax, you think about what I said. Amber—”

“Yea, Clay?” I responded.

“Nice to see you out and about again. You look fabulous under the beautiful, Charming sun.”

I could feel the tension between them as he mounted his bike. It was all I could do just to smile and nod thankfully.

Jax nodded at Chibs with that angry yet determined look in his eye, grabbed my hand, and led me back to his old clubhouse bedroom. I started on him as soon as he shut the door, trying to keep it civil.

“Has that greedy old bastard lost his damn mind!” I exclaimed.

“Pretty much.”

“I can only assume this has been the root of your grumpiness lately?” I asked.

“Me? Grumpy? No – never,” he tore into the take-out bag and grabbed his burger.

“Don’t really wanna talk about it, huh?” I already knew the answer.

“Not really. Just got done talking about it, and frankly, it has me a little pissed off.” He took a huge bite, almost as if he was telling me to just eat and keep my mouth shut.

            “Okay, then you listen, and I’ll talk.” I moved closer to him.

            “Have at it.”

“So, I don’t know shit about whatever the plan is here, but what I think I know is that he thinks Donna and I will blow your cover if we don’t act genuine in front of the law? Sound about right?”

Teller nods at me, taking another massive chunk out of his sandwich. At this rate, he’ll have housed the whole thing in less than five bites.

“Tell me this. When did he so damn greedy? Is this even a good look for the club? And before you go off thinking that I don’t know what’s going on, you’re absolutely right. But I do have a pretty good idea, so don’t go thinkin’ I’m just going to let this alone.”

“Okay,” he said with his mouth full of food.

He kept chewing, and I sat there, waiting for him to say more.

“Well?” I eventually pushed.

“Fine. But I don’t want to talk about this right now. At least give me some time to cool off. Can’t we just have a nice lunch? We never get to do this anymore.”

“No problem, I’m sorry. But later, I want you to tell me what’s been going on, deal?”

“Absolutely. Til then, what do you say we take this party out to the picnic table?” he said, taking hold of my wheelchair and leading me outside. “Clay was right about one thing, though.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I asked.

“You do look fabulous under the Charming sun.”

The rest of the lunch was pretty nice. We talked about nothing in particular and instead enjoyed each other’s company while catching up on current events and the gossip around Charming I picked up while getting my hair done over the weekend. As our little date was coming to an end, we both had to get back to work. We cleaned up and said our goodbyes, but when Jax leaned in close to kiss me, he playfully growled into my ear. Then he kissed my head, got up, and strutted off back to the garage.

He knew that he absolutely drove me wild when he did that, and he was blissfully aware that he was exciting me right before we had to part ways.

“Oh, I see what you’re doing, Jackson Teller.” I scowled at him.

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“Just you wait, mister. You’re getting it when you get home tonight,” I wheeled myself over to the car, trying not to let him see me blushing.

“Good,” he yelled back, “I hope I do!”

“That cheeky little bastard, I can’t believe he did that, “I mumbled, pulling out of the Teller Morrow parking lot.

Later that night, I was lying in our king-size bed, the moonlight shining through the window. As soon as he came through the door, I quickly reminded him that he had yet to receive punishment for his little flirty stunt at TM after lunch.

We wrestled around on the bed a little until I decided to kill the mood by once again addressing the elephant in the room.

“So, you’ve had plenty of time to cool down,” I told him.

“I guess. And you still wanna talk about it?” he asked, running his fingers down my arm.

“I hate to ruin the mood, but knowing that whatever is going on between you and Clay is eating you up inside destroys me.” I kissed his chest, doing my best to keep him calm and trying not to retrigger his anger from earlier.

“I love you, babe,” he pulled me closer with one arm.

“I love you too, big papa,” I responded.

“Can we do this in the morning? Over some breakfast, perhaps? I’m really tired, darlin’, and I think it’d be better if I slept on everything before I unbox it all.”

            “Of course,” I whispered, and we were fast asleep within minutes.

The following morning I awoke to an excellent breakfast prepared by my husband. It included all my favorites, eggs, bacon, pancakes, fresh fruit, and orange juice.

“This looks so good!” I told him, but I wasn’t willing to put off this conversation any longer. “Look, I know that I’m on a need-to-know basis, and I’m cool with that, but if something has you this upset, this worried, where you’re constantly being short-fused and lashing out, then I need-to-know.”

“Fair enough,” he sighed, setting my plate down in front of me before joining me at the table. “I talked with Clay on the phone this morning.”

“And?” I pried.

“And Opie, Bobby, Tig, I, Clay, and juice will stay behind to help look after everything here, including you, Donna, the kids, and Gemma. And then— well, you know.”

“Okay?”

“I would think Clay would want us to know. I get he wants our reactions to be real, but it’s really strange to keep Gemma in the dark, isn’t it?”

“I know,” he shakes his head, stuffing bacon into his face.

“She’s like the unsung matriarch of the SOA. Is he unaware of the shitstorm he will bring on himself once Gemma finds out he’s keeping her in the dark?”

“Oh, I brought that to his attention too. As has Chibs and Bobby as well.”

“And he still thinks it’s a good idea?”

Jax nods.

“Perhaps jail will be the safest place for him once she finds out, huh?” I said jokingly.

“I’m not so sure three concrete walls and some steel bars would keep Gemma out,” he jokingly responds.

“Well, is the plan definite, or are you still working out the details.”

“Working out the details,” he said with a mouth full of food, “that’s the part we keep getting stuck on.”

“Will you tell me when you know or…?” I asked curiously.

“Of course, darlin’. Look, Opie and I have this worked out; we just need to convince Clay that it’s the right play. At the end of the day, we want to make sure you and Donna are aware of the truth.”

“I appreciate that,” was all I could think to say, being careful not to pry too much. “And Gemma? Are you going to tell her?”

“She’ll be pissed when she finds out we knew, but that’s a bed that Clay has to lay in. It’s not my place.”

            “Oh,” I took a bite of my eggs. “Can we afford this?”

“Financially, you don’t need to worry about a thing. Remember that stack of cash in the back of the dresser drawer?”

“Yea. Okay,” I nodded. “Can I ask one more question, if that’s okay?”

He didn’t say anything; he just smiled and squeezed my hand.

“How long?”

“Two months,” he said.

I kept telling myself that it’ll all be over before I knew it, but deep down, I already knew it would feel like an eternity.

[joshriku]

thank you @x-populuxe for the tag!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

i'm not sure who to tag so if you see this and you're like ohh god i wish i had an excuse to talk about my writing i'm tagging YOU specifically pls do it i love reading fics

there's diversity here i feel. but not that much

the reports of my death are greatly exaggerated (akeshu)

“Hey,” Ren nudges him with his elbow, making Goro look up from his coffee. “It’s the anniversary of your disappearance.”

Sleepily, Goro turns his head to Ren’s phone. He watches him as he blinks, trying to read the bright headline while he’s still trying to wake up. “So it is.”

2. curiosity (quicksilver/human torch) (don't ask) (or actually ask)

No fucking way.

Johnny could play dumb. He could turn away and walk the other way, because Pietro is clearly dressed to not be recognized. It’s pretty obvious because Johnny is dressed the same way. Big hoodie, sunglasses, cap over sunglasses. Sometimes you just want to buy a fucking burger.

“Act natural,” he says as he comes to stand behind him in the queue. Which, okay, alright, maybe not his most normal move ever! Sue him. “Funny seeing you here.”

3. a petty thing (hosea/dutch)

What makes him such an easy target is the way he carries himself.

They are always the easy ones, too—men who believe they are better than anyone else. Confident men in America almost, but not always, spell trouble. Hosea knows his kind better than everyone else, which is why, perhaps, he’s the one suited to attend Dutch van der Linde.

This one is going to be an open-and-shut case.

4. incredibly small problems in such an impossibly big world (wanda & lorna)

“When did you learn how to drive?” Wanda asks her, but it’s probably a question she immediately regrets—she winces on the passenger seat. “Wait, that’s a dumb question. It’s a metal vehicle.”

Lorna gives her a thumbs-up. “Bingo. It’s not really learning, more like feeling it and willing it to move as I want. Neat trick, right?”

She smiles, leaning into the seat further. “I’m jealous. I wouldn’t be half as terrified of driving if I was so sure I’d never crash it.”

“Can’t you just…” Lorna wiggles her fingers, “warp reality and make it so you can drive?”

Wanda arches an eyebrow. 

“Do you believe I would bend the rules of reality so I could skip driving lessons?”

“Shit, maybe it’s a good thing you’re the one with those powers,” Lorna says. “I would.”

5. a scandal in bohemia (raven/irene)

“And Irene Adler?”

“Threatens to send them the photograph. And she will do it. I know that she will do it. You do not know her, but she has a soul of steel. She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the mind of the most resolute of men. Rather than I should marry another woman, there are no lengths to which she would not go—none.”

In order to not slip-up, Raven rests her head against her hand, if only to look interested in everything this man was saying about Irene. You do not know her, but she has a soul of steel. That, she did. 

6. patterns of loss (joel & ellie) (1.2k)

There’s not much he can do. 

The urgency to leap after Ellie drains out of his body as soon as Henry’s body hits the floor. Ellie’s sobs are present, filling the air, as Joel takes a look around the room—hyper-vigilance not wearing off just yet. His heartbeat is loud in his ears—but perhaps Ellie crying is even louder. Okay, he can work with that. He stands up straighter again, trying to gear himself for what’s coming next.

There’s not much he can do to comfort Ellie.

He’s more of a practical person, as it is. He extends his hand to her, trying to get her up. 

“C’mon,” he says, saving the inner relief when she does take his hand. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“You’re not—” Briefly, Ellie’s eyes flash with betrayal. “You’re—you’re not leaving them here, are you?”

7. kind (hosea & arthur) (2.1k)

“What are you thinking about?”

It’s not hard to guess. Hosea has been aware of Dutch’s gaze for a while now, almost as if they are caught on a staring loop: he’s looking at Arthur, and Dutch is looking at Hosea while he does that.

“You know,” he says. Dutch does know. They’ve had this conversation from the moment they took in Arthur, and Hosea isn’t fond of repeating himself. Not to Dutch.

8. melt your headaches, call it home (cherik) (20.3k) (oops.)

“Dad,” Pietro starts in that tone of voice. 

Erik loves his children. He does. He has grown to love them more than anything in this life. Unfortunately, this means he knows them better than he knows himself. One could never finish knowing their children, but he’d wager he has such an understanding of his twins that he can categorize every single tone of voice they have. 

This one—the little emphasis on the only vocal, the way he can tell Pietro already knows what he wants from this conversation before he even begins to breach the topic… yes, well, certainly not his favorite one from him. 

“Son,” Erik answers. Hopefully Pietro doesn't beat around the bush. 

“Do you, perhaps, by any chance… happen to know Charles Xavier?” 

9. a winding road (david & erik) (3.2k)

David has a list of things he wants to talk about. 

Um, did you mean what you said? About being proud of me? 

You know my dad. Has he always been an arrogant dick? 

You know my dad. Is there any chance he’ll ever change?

Unfortunately, there seems to not be any way to dive into this without looking weird. Not that he cares about looking weird, but there’s probably a subtler, nicer way to begin this conversation. Who the hell opens up with “Hey, can I fix my daddy issues or not?” Fucking hell. Magneto wouldn’t mind, probably, but it still rubs David the wrong way.

10. a heart's genuine apology (terumob) (1k)

Teru blinks back into consciousness when he feels a pair of hands shaking him awake.

“Hanazawa-kun,” the voice is saying, gently, trying to not hurt him. “Hanazawa-kun, wake up, please…”

Is that… Kageyama-kun? Teru suddenly blinks awake harder, much to Kageyama’s relief. Behind him, his master also looks equally relieved, although—oh, they both look so rough. Teru tilts his head. 

wow! THATS A LOT ! god has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished

[phantomrose96]

"Jolene won't stop thinking about cheating on his wife." Anne takes a long swig of her latte, dramatic, as if there were something Irish about the syrup she'd dumped into the cup. "It's all I get. I'm going insane. The new girl at work is all 'bazonga' and 'waoooooga' and... like that. It's disgusting. Jolene has 2 or 5 kids, by the way. Literally. Disgusting."

I nod sympathetically. Jolene is not the name of Anne's soulmate. But those details are always fuzzy. You don't ever get important things, like names and addresses. You just get inklings, and notions, and emotions, and actions, and--absolute worst of all--song lyrics stuck in your soulmate's head.

Anne's soulmate, in a move Anne is positive was a matter of psychological warfare against her, had Dolly Parton's Jolene on an 8-hour loop for the better part of a month. And thus, Jolene.

"That's awful," I add, and I sip, and I pretend for the 47th time to not notice the man watching me from the far table. He's half-obscured by the parasol parked in the table center. It's kinda funny. Like when Lola my cat thinks she's hiding halfway behind the kitchen door. He's been following me since the morning.

"What about you, Cassidy? It's like I never hear about your soulmate. There's no way he's boring."

"He's... fine," I answer, which is an answer potently weird to give.

"Cassidy, come on. Any more threesomes?"

"Alleged threesomes," I correct, for no real reason. "It felt like there was... more than one woman, but I could--"

"'More than one.' So not necessarily two?"

"It could be any amoun--"

"How many, Cassidy?"

"I can't guess."

"Guess."

"Maybe 5."

"5?"

"Or 7. Look. I don't--" I wanna say 'I don't wanna talk about it. It's gross' but as always all my words go through the mental filter I have in place that makes me select my words in a way that won't piss Alejandro off. (Lady Gaga. He was on a Lady Gaga kick and 'Alejandro' off her EP 'The Fame Monster' was his--) anyway. This concern for Alejandro's feelings was all laughable, maybe, for a man who--.

"Cassidy, he's like uber-rich, yeah? Give me something." Anne raises her right hand to her temple and presses her fingers to her forehead, like she is tending to a headache. "Sorry--I'm being informed about the Dallas Cheerleader outfits. 'Skanks', is the assessment, but Jolene would fuck them all in a heartbeat. Anyway, tell me. Your guy. What does he do every day? What do you see? You get to tune in for a limousine ride lately? Penthouse hotel suite? I'm begging you for anything interesting. I'm drowning in Infidelity Accountant Man over here."

This. Me censoring myself. It is all laughable, for sure, for a man who wants me dead.

"I don't know. I try to drown it out." I take another sip of my coffee. I hardly taste it.

Alejandro has a hit out on my life.

I know this. And I don't know what to do about it.

So I'm drinking coffee with Anne.

And the man at the parasol table in the far corner of the parking-lot-turned-dining-area watches me longer.

...

Anne lingers for 10 minutes longer than she can afford to stay, rushing the details of daycare drama while her phone alarm blares at her--snoozed, rumble, snoozed, rumble, snoozed--

"Shit, okay. I really need to pick Lu up. She's texting me." Anne stashes her phone in her pocket, and grabs her purse, and leaves her empty latte cup on the table with the confidence of someone who is certain the cafe staff are meant to bus these tables. I'm never sure. I always bring my coffee cup inside.

Today, for the last time, maybe.

"Tell Lu I say hi," I say, kind of awkwardly, even though I've only met Anne's niece twice. In my defense, I'm not really sure what parting words I should deliver right before I get murdered.

Anne nods, so this is at least not overly weird, and she parks her sunglasses on her face and scoots her way out from the tables. She passes parasol man, who is still there and still watching me. And suddenly, I am alone.

Well, me and parasol guy.

(And everyone else in the outdoor seating area.) But, it's a metaphorical aloneness.

And I... linger. I sip my empty coffee. I watch the little birds who hop around and quirk their heads for croissant crumbs. I hope, maybe, hitmen operate on T-rex logic, and if I don't move, he simply won't do anything.

I wonder if I have any regrets. If there's anything I wish I'd done. But nothing is coming to me in the moment. Sky diving, I think. But that's stupid. I don't want to sky dive. That sounds kinda awful, actually.

Parasol man steals forward a table, and then to the right. He's un-parasoled and un-covered from his funny little cover. He's behind me, and I don't turn to watch him because it feels weird to stare. He's sitting with his back to me and flicks open with impressive power a newspaper he'd had stashed in his pocket.

"Cassidy Whitman. Your life is in danger. Do not look at me. Do not think about me. Stare forward and concentrate on how many different models of car you notice in the parking lot."

Oh. Diversion tactic. It's the sort of thing to try to mask what's getting relayed to your soulmate. Too bad I don't really know kinds of car. I was 21 when I learned the difference between an SUV and a sedan.

"Are you here to kill me?" I ask the hitman. There's a blue big car, like kind of a robin's egg blue. There's a red big truck.

"... No," the hitman says.

"Oh. Are you saying that to make me feel better?" There's a small sedan with a decal of a big boobie anime girl. I think about Jolene. I wonder if he likes big boobie anime decals.

"I'm not here to kill you, Cassidy." His voice drops, and I feel the way his head swings closer to me. "But there is a hit out on your life."

"Yeah, I know," I say. There's a black car. There's another black car which looks like the first but it's kinda boxier. There's a white car. "I think Alejandro put it on me last night. I felt this feeling like... I wanted me dead, and also that I was gonna die soon." And it was different from having that feeling in grad school, which was due to the grad school.

"...Alejandro?" my hitman asks.

"Oops. My soulmate. He likes Lady Gaga."

"He's... Okay." Yellow car with a funny bumper sticker. It says 'Honk if you love your soulmate'. "Do you know why your soulmate has a target on your back?"

"It's probably the 3am Ben and Jerry's," I say, but really, I'm a little bit offended. All things considered, I've been a very reasonable soulmate. I save most of my panic spirals for daylight hours, which is hard to do when it's 4am now and you're confident your entire life has been a waste.

I don't even think about important things during my insomnia episodes. I don't keep music on repeat. I keep my 'use stupid babytalk on Lola' between the hours of 7pm and 9pm, unless she's doing something really baby.

I'm not a cannibal. I don't have weird sex, or any sex. I haven't killed anyone. I'm really the WAY better soulmate than Alejandro, who's got his "blow up at people in big important meetings where he fires guys he hired to tell him he's important" and his "weird sex talk to strippers who are disenjoying it as much as I am" and the "cocaine parties" and--if I'm honest--Alejandro likes the Dallas Cheerleaders outfits just as much as Infidelity Jolene.

I'm the victim, here.

"He wants quiet, yes. And the only way he can achieve this... is to kill you," Mr. Parasol says with dramatic effect. I kinda wish the wind picked up for him in that moment. It sounded like he wanted it to.

Oops, I forgot about the cars. White sedan. It's a little dented.

"And you're a hitman, and you're here to kill me," I tell him. Oh, red moped. Mopeds always seemed so dangerous to me. I'm glad Alejandro doesn't ride one. Or maybe I wish Alejandro did. Maybe he'd have crashed and died by now, so I wouldn't have to.

"My story is... complicated," says Mr. Hitman who's here to kill me. "I have... a sordid past. I've done reprehensible things. Things I cannot ever take back. Cannot ever repent for. God alone can judge my--"

"Are you gonna kill me here? I just think it wouldn't be very nice to this cafe if I got murdered here." I'm not even joking. I like these lattes. I even recognize one of the baristas, when she's here. I really don't want to make them deal with the bad PR of my brains being all over their tables. And parasols.

Oh, green car.

"Cassidy Whitman I am not here to murder you. I'm here to save you," the sire of sordid pasts declares. I should be relieved but there's a 'but' here. There's obviously a 'but.'

"But?"

"But others will come to kill you. This is certain." I look at him, even though I probably shouldn't. He's peering over the newspaper with eyes of pure gray steel. He's handsome, in a tortured way. I should introduce him to Anne.

"That's not good," I say.

Blue Steel lets out an exasperated noise. He throws his newspaper down. Blue truck.

"Your soulmate. Your.... Alejandro. has sent a message to the entire underworld, and it is your head he wants on a plate. His reward is astronomical. Your death is certain. And once upon a time, I would be exactly the sort of ruthless hitman who'd take this up. In my day, I was the most feared, the most renowned, the most--"

Shit. This was gonna be a hassle, whatever it was. I deserve none of this.

"--but the orphanage... it was a final straw. I looked on my past and I realized how far I've strayed... How Susanne would never love the man I'd become, even if this was for her--"

Oh. Yellow convertible. It's got mirror dice.

"--the likes of the man, who I was now, if I could even deign to call myself a man--"

Brown truck.

"--whom you've dubbed Alejandro... you can say, we have a mutual enemy in him--"

Shit. I have an enemy. After I've lived my life trying my absolute hardest to never make anyone mad at me, ever.

"--and there is one way you can save yourself, Cassidy Whitman, but I need your agreement. I need your commitment. I need to know you'll do what it takes to survive. Even if it means--"

Red truck.

"--blood on your own hands. Alejandro has harmed more than just you, Cassidy. He has more blood on his hands than just yours. I need someone stronger than myself, someone who can vow the cycle of violence ends with her--"

Blue... Tacoma...? No, no that's not a Tacoma.

"--committed yet strong and resolute in her gentle nature, who the darkness cannot consume once the first taste of blood bled for her has touched her lips--"

What does a Tacoma even look like?

"--what do you say?"

There is a hand proffered in front of my face. It's in hand-shake form. It's got a little bit of sweaty newsprint on it.

"Huh?" I ask. Purple Beetle.

"Work with me, Cassidy Whitman. And together we will kill Alejandro."

Fuck, that was all the cars.

I'm fresh out of cars.

I don't actually wanna die. I really don't think I deserve that. Lola would be sad if I died. At least for a little while. And I still wanna try charcuterie sometime. And poledancing, maybe, I dunno. I saw it on Tiktok. But it would be fun to try.

I really kinda don't want to die.

And I guess Alejandro needs to die first, if I'm gonna be the one to not die.

I clasp my hand in Mr. Hitman's. I shake on what he has offered.

He proffers a smile for me, which is roughly how I imagine smiles look when authors use the word "smoldering."

"We'll see this through to the end, Cassidy. I offer you my loyalty, and my word. Alejandro's days are numbered."

A new car pulls into the lot. Black sedan.

YA Soulmate Romance novel where everyone, by the time they turn 16, becomes aware of their soulmate. A person tied to them by the soul, whose thoughts and actions are relayed vaguely over the binding and unbreakable connection they share.

Except, as best science can figure it, the connection is completely random and the other person is, with no greater significance, really just Some Guy.

Some people do marry their someguymate out of conviction that the connection must mean something, but those marriages statistically fare much worse than non someguymate marriages. As it turns out, marrying someone with no existing chemistry, who unfortunately is aware of all your emotions and actions, isn't a stable foundation for a marriage.

A highly profitable sector of technology blooming in the "someguymate-blocking" market, both for personal privacy and MORE than that, to silence all the annoying fucking updates you receive constantly from your someguymate. Endless pseudoscience and homeopathic remedies to dampen signals. White noise machines that advertise themselves as "sleep restorative" and "someguymate notification blocking"

Unfortunate person whose someguymate is in an opposite timezone, trying to sleep at 3am while being bombarded with "your someguymate is driving to work" "your someguymate is getting a coffee" "your someguymate is mad at this traffic" "your someguymate goes car horn honk honk honk honk". Statistically, you're actually lucky if your someguymate shares a timezone even close to yours

High profile terrorist with a tight and well-armed protective unit. Authorities don't try to go after him, and instead try to find his someguymate, who's a middle school teacher in Iowa who constantly hears car bombs.

Befuddled mother walking into a police department, unsure who to report this to, but her someguymate just killed someone. maybe. probably. It was unclear. There was gun fire and some driving into the woods. And maybe that was unrelated to the gun fire but the big heavy thing her someguymate pulled out of the truckbed was almost definitely related.

A lucrative, and highly expensive black market of private investigators and hitmen, paid in secret to set their mark to a rich and powerful man's someguymate, because their client just wants some peace and quiet. Just some peace and quiet. For once.

The someguymate of this rich and powerful man, receiving an inkling she doesn't fully understand, but knowing with icy certainty she is suddenly in danger.

[ragingbookdragon]

How To Save A Life

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, Angst

Author's Note: Hi, I made a part 2 so no one would be sad :) -Thorne

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It’s been a week since Price let them have leave after the mission, but no one left the base, most feel like they can’t. Price, being the saint he is, let them handle training for the new recruits instead of forcing them to leave. It’s easy work. Yelling at fresh meat is always something officers can do with perfection, whether it be to eat, shit, shower, or shave.

This time, it’s a meeting.

The meeting hall of the base is filled with chatter, laughter, and arguing. Multitudes of metal tables fill the floor. The officers of the 141 are sitting at a table of their own near the front, waiting for Price to start when the doors open and two men walk in flagged by a third.

“Admiral on deck!” One shouts.

Fifty men hit their feet at attention as the old man steps in behind the two, tucking his sunglasses into his breast pocket. The uniform he wears is old, World War Two old, they realize as they stare at him. He’s old and whitened, trimmed white hair and a mustache to go with it. His wrinkled hand wraps around a cane as he steps past, but it’s almost like he doesn’t even need it, legs still firm and strengthened.

He doesn’t give them the call to stand relieved, and the enlisted are looking to Price and the others for their next move; they’re still standing at attention. He’s old. Retired no doubt, and they don’t have to salute or stand at attention to him, but they’re not about to argue.

The old man walks past to the wall across the room and admires it. “‘Those Who Went Above and Beyond’,” he reads, whistling at the end. “Quite a few souls this task force has acquired.” He looks over their pictures before falling on the one that had joined a week before. “What a pretty dove,” he murmurs to himself, pulling the picture off the wall.

He walks over to a table and turns the photo face down, slamming it on the hard corner. Glass shatters on the front and everyone save the officers jump at the action. He snags the photo from the frame, letting it fall without care as he raises it in his hand, a woman in her enlisted uniform, barely out of the cusp of her adulthood.

“I tried to make her into a well-respected lady, but she never wanted to be anything but an officer.” His smile is prideful. “Went behind my back to enlist. Was madder than a hornet when I found out, but when I saw her in that uniform…I was never more proud.” He shows everyone the photo. “My granddaughter. The only surviving child of my only son. The woman I raised.”

They know her, all of them do. She’s the one who died last week.

His eyes don’t leave her face. “And someone here in this room is the someone she died for.” He finally scans the room. “I don’t know who he is. I don’t particularly care to know anything about him.”

For once in his life, Ghost wishes he wasn’t who he was.

“Ghost,” he says and all eyes in the room shift with a palpable force to the masked man at the front table. “Where are you.”

“Here, Admiral,” Ghost replies and the old man takes his time to get there, standing in front of him.

“What’s your rank, son?”

“Lieutenant, sir.”

“How many kills do you have to your name?”

“Over three-hundred.”

“Hmpf.” Ghost’s a giant compared to him, but he stares like he’s a foot tall. He raises the photo. “She talked about you. About the task force in her letters. Kept talking about a ghost in them. Could never figure out what she meant by it. But…I see now.” He puts the photo in front of his face. “Look at her, Ghost.”

And Ghost does. Follows the order, but wishes he could feel anything but the overwhelming regret.

“Have anything you wish you could’ve said to her?”

He does.

He has hundreds of things he could tell her.

Don’t die for me.

Die for something worth dying for.

He says nothing and the Admiral nods, turning the photo back to himself. “She was the light of my world. The hopes of all my pride and joy.” His smile is almost contagious. “They used to ask us what we were fighting for in the War. I had nothing. But if I’d had her back then, it would’ve been her.”

His hand dips into his pocket and he pulls something out, punching it through the top of the photo; a tack.

“And now I buried her. Shot dead in the asshole end of Russia by an enemy she had no business fighting. Dying for her superior. I wonder if she ever wished for a more honorable ending. I wonder if you tried to save her.”

“She died for you, Lieutenant. My little girl died for you.” He put the photo square in the center of Ghost’s chest and raised his fist, slamming it against the man. Ghost didn’t even flinch as the metal pierced his clothing, skin, and into the bone of his sternum. “Don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

He turns, walking back to the door and leaves without another word.

Price relieves them but no one even wants to move; they’re all still staring at Ghost.

And Ghost, Ghost doesn’t move from his attention, feels nothing but a three by five piece of paper burning itself into his chest. Something starts to feel too tight in his heart. Twisting so painfully that he can’t breathe. There are too many eyes on him, too many murmurs he can hear. He feels the heat on his hands, looks down finally at them and sees blood, he blinks, eyes widening as the world around them him shifts. Snow crunches under his boots as he looks up, sees her in the distance held in the arms of a man who looks awfully like him. He starts moving, feet carrying him in a sprint across the battlefield as puffs of white air escape through the mask. The man is shaking her, screaming at her to wake up, and he can’t breathe, hands outstretched for her as he slides to his knees. He touches her and—

***

Ghost shoots up with an audible gasp, lifting the mask above his mouth so he can suck in air into his deprived lungs. Sleep-filled eyes suddenly awake. He shudders as warm air fills his body and looks around the hospital room, at the monitor still steadily beeping along, the clean sheets on the bed, and the woman tucked in, quietly breathing as she sleeps.

He lets his shoulders fall in relief as he settles back into the uncomfortable hospital chair. He remembers now. Soap and Gaz taking out the shooter, Ghost calling in a rescue after she’d fallen unconscious. The chopper picking them up, keeping her stable until they arrived. The surgery. The survival.

She’s alive.

She’s still fucking alive.

Ghost takes a look at her, her expression calm; his hand moves on its own accord, gently brushing along her cheek. Her skin is warm under his fingers and he dips his hand down, laying it in the center of her chest. Her heart beats solidly beneath, strongly. Too stubborn to die, she’d muttered when they’d gotten her to the hospital.

He wishes he’d never hurt the heart beneath.

He’s so focused on the feeling of her beating beneath him to notice her eyes have opened. It’s the change in her breathing that alerts him and he looks up, doesn’t remove his palm as he meets her slitted gaze.

“How you feelin’, rookie?” he asks softly, and she merely smiles at him.

“Hey, LT…” she whispers, throat scratchy with cotton. His thumb brushes in a calming line and she adds, “Knew you liked me too.”

Ghost laughs, corners of his mouth pulling up as he smiles. He doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t pull away from her either. He simply keeps his hand there and stares at her as she stares back, both smiling at each other.

“I’ll spend as long as it takes to repay you for saving my life.”

She shakes her head, or tries to and lifts a shaky hand, laying it atop his. “Take me out on a date…I’ll consider it even.”

He breathes deeply.

Ghost doesn’t know if he can trust himself to love.

Ghost doesn’t do love.

Ghost has never kept anyone close enough to attempt love.

But Simon Riley loves.

He stays with her all night. They talk as long as the medicine allows for her to stay awake until the periods where he simply watches her in silence. Protects her when she’s vulnerable. Simon feels the burn in his chest. The coldness of the dead organ beginning to de-freeze to live again. He’s scared. Unprepared for what’s to come with this. But something in there too feels like it’s been saved. He’s been saved.

And I would’ve stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life.

[amostimprobabledream]

Ignite Me (The Homelander x Reader) Part Three

Part Three because of you guys being so nice! Still writing this on the total seat of my pants, but hope you enjoy anyway! Thank god for sunglasses. Though new headlines had since inevitably wiped the bank robbery from the front pages of newspapers and websites (thanks to some story with a Supe caught with some smuggled over-the-border hookers in his bed), you’re still ducking those dawning looks of realisation when people took a long look at your face. It was even worse when you got back to work. People were being nice, of course, since you did get shot and all. You never thought you’d be grateful to have been shot to talk about, but you’re healing well and you even found some cream online that’s apparently good at concealing scars – you’re noy interested in that that whole “scars prove you’ve survived” shit, you just wanted the reminder of the incident off your body as soon as possible. When you got to your desk, there were cards from a few colleagues you were close to and someone had left behind a ‘Get Well Soon!’ balloon, which was swaying gently beneath the breeze of the aircon. But beneath all the well-wishers, you knew what people really wanted to know. Every time you turned your head, people were staring at you. Whispers and giggles followed you around all day, like you were back in high school. Try as you might to act normal (or as normal as could be expected), everywhere you went, there was one name on everyone’s lips. Homelander.

You supposed it was only natural – if one of your co-workers had been the one to kiss America’s Greatest Superhero, you’d be curious too, but you liked to think you’d at least be a little discreet about it. You swore somebody even creepshotted you when you weren’t looking. A group of women you vaguely recognised but didn’t really speak to were loitering in the kitchen when you came in to make yourself a drink. They said nothing at first, but their conversation died down to be replaced with an expectant silence, punctuated by little snickers and darting glances they kept shooting at each other, like you had no peripheral vision, like you couldn’t see the expressions flickering across their faces like sparrows fluttering in and out of a bush. I’m not saying it. You thought stubbornly. Why should you have to explain what happened, anyway? Did these people have nothing better to do than obsess over an insignificant moment with a Supe? Sure, it was Homelander, but how many thousands of people had he probably saved? Maybe there’s some kind of forum for it – for people who happened to cross paths with a Supe and then nobody else would shut up about it. Homelander probably didn’t even remember it, he must have fans hitting on him all the time. For sure he’d slept with a few before. It was only a kiss. You thought, a pre-emptive counter argument to an imaginary conversation. You were so wrapped up in how best to defend yourself that a tap on your shoulder made you jump. You whirled around to find the apparent ringleader of the girls standing there with a little smirk on her face, the bright office lighting bouncing off her shiny brown hair. “So, what was it like?” she blurted out, taking both of you by surprise. You kind of expected some double entendre and beating about the bush first, but apparently your refusal to address the elephant in the room had made her crack early. The woman’s smile was mocking but there was something a little frantic about it – she couldn’t conceal the glitter of excitement in her eyes, how greedy she and her friends behind her were for any nugget of information. They wanted to drink it like nectar. Your mouth fell open, but nothing came out at first. “I- “ Suddenly, the questions came like a flood – what did he say? Did Maeve get jealous? What were you thinking when you did it? How was it? “It was fantastic, okay?!” you finally shouted. “Now leave me alone!” You half bolted, half stomped out of the kitchen, frustration bubbling over. You never did finish making your drink. ~ Home. Was there a sweeter word in the world? You didn’t think so. You shut the door with a loud sigh, dragging a hand through your hair. There was no sign of your roommate, but you hadn’t expected him to be back yet. You were selfishly relieved. Being back at work for one measly day had made you desperate to be on your own for a little while, safe from prying eyes and knowing smirks. Tossing your keys into a little dish you’d bought for exactly that purpose, you trudged into your room to change out of your work clothes. You debated just flopping into bed and having a well-deserved nap, but the call of booze from your kitchen was too loud for you to ignore. Your bare feet slapped against the floor, and you raised your hand to stifle a yawn – you found since the shooting, fatigue seemed to hit you like a freight train at random moments. The doctor assured you that this was normal, that your body needed more time to heal before you were back to how you were before “the incident”, as people had taken to diplomatically calling it. Even you’d started doing it and you couldn’t remember when. As you passed by your living room window, however, your yawn morphed into a shriek.Standing on your balcony in all his red, white, and blue glory, was Homelander. The Homelander. Seeing him there was so strange, so out of place, that for a second your brain assumed somebody was playing a trick on you, like leaving a life-size Homelander cardboard cut-out to fuck with you. That was promptly debunked when he raised his hand to give you a jaunty little wave. He opened the balcony door (you could have sworn you’d locked it, but you were no longer sure) and came striding into your apartment like he paid rent there, cape swishing importantly around his ankles. A faint scent of cologne trailed after him, that same rich, woody smell you’d noticed when he was feeling your heartbeat. It was nice. “Well, howdy-hi there!” he said with that camera-ready smile of his, not allowing the silence to settle. “I see you’re doing better since I last saw you, hmm?” For the second time that day, you found yourself struck speechless. If you kept this up, he was going to start thinking you were a mute or something. “Homelander!” you blurted out, feeling a ridiculous urge to start pointlessly tidying up – he’s shamelessly peering around, taking in the décor, furniture, the stack of magazines on the coffee table, the leftover pizza box left on the kitchen counter. The thought of him judging how messy you were was somehow mortifying, even if with most people you couldn’t have cared less. “Um…why are you here?” you asked, cringing at your own words. You sounded so gauche. So slack jawed. “I came to see you!” he replied, as if that should be obvious, picking up a framed picture and studying it. “I swung by the hospital; they told me you’d checked out a coupla days ago.” The hospital just gave him your address? That’s definitely a breach of data, and probably doctor-patient confidentiality to boot. Though Homelander did personally save your life, did that mean he had some kind of legal allowance when it came to knowing how you were doing? Was he making sure you could sue him for not saving you fast enough or something? You had no idea how Supe laws worked, given that you’d never been within ten feet of one before. He probably just swaggered in, and the nurses all fell over themselves to give them what he wanted. You couldn’t say you blamed them. “Well- I’m glad you’re here, actually.” You said, licking your lips nervously. “I, uh, I wanted to apologise.” Homelander finally stopped his pacing around, looking at you with considerable amusement on his face, hands tucked behind his back. “Apologise?” he repeated. “I know I shouldn’t have just grabbed you like that. It was totally a violation of boundaries and stuff. Like, I didn’t even ask or anything. I just – I wasn’t really thinking clearly and- “you said, pleased with yourself for getting this all out in one go, but Homelander holds up a hand and you abruptly come to a halt. “Oh, there’s no need to apologise, sweetie.” He said pleasantly, eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiled. “Actually, I should be thanking you.” “Thanking me?” you repeated, dumbly. Homelander gave a little huff of laughter at that, bouncing up on the balls of his feet like he was instinctively trying to make himself look even taller. He looked exultant, like a teenaged boy told he’s about to go on an amazing holiday and a new games console. “See, people fucking loved that picture.” Homelander explained, casting a wry look in your direction, blue eyes glittering. “Gotta say, the people I rescue don’t usually make how pleased they are to see me that obvious, but I can’t say I minded. Vought are pretty happy; they didn’t even have to plan this, and it’s been a big publicity boost.” “Oh.” You said, not really sure why that warranted a visit from The Homelander. You got the feeling there’s something he isn’t telling you. “That’s…good, I guess?” “It is,” he agreed, stepping a little closer. “But…seems like you don’t quite understand what a big role in this you are. I heard you hung up on Ashley when she called you.” You froze for a second, wondering if perhaps a telling off was coming, but Homelander didn’t look annoyed at all. He’s amused, slightly conspiratorial, like he’s congratulating you on a prank you’d pulled, a smirk pulling at his lips. You licked your lips again. “Yeah, she kinda caught me off guard and I thought it would be a better idea to stay away from Vought. I’m glad the photo’s been a positive for you, but for me it’s kind of stressful having everybody suddenly recognising me and trying to take photos when they think I’m not looking.” “I get that, I do.” Homelander nodded, even if you’re not sure he does – you can’t remember a time when you didn’t know who he was, when his face wasn’t on some TV broadcast or poster. “But see, this whole thing? It isn’t going to go away if you just keep your head down and hide behind some cheap sunglasses. Not until you at least do an interview about that day – people wanna know all about the mystery girl, you know? I can fill in most of the details, especially since you were out cold for a lot of it, but they want to know.” Your uneasiness must have shown on your face, because Homelander came even closer, clapping a hand on your shoulder and giving you a gentle little shake. His hand is heavy on your shoulder, but he’s not squeezing tightly or anything. You suppose he doesn’t have to. You can’t believe he’s actually standing in front of you in your own apartment, casually resting a hand on you like this and smiling reassuringly down at you. It’s like something out of a dream. “I’ll be right there, so you don’t need to worry. Just give them one teensy-weensy lil interview and you’ll be good. I’m told Vought are prepared to be preeetty generous in exchange for your cooperation.” “Hmm…” you hummed, eyes sliding to the side in consideration. You hadn’t thought much about whether Vought would pay you, but of course they’d wave money at you to get you to agree to this. And as anxious as the thought of appearing on TV or whatever made you, you aren’t really in a position to just turn down easy money. And from what Homelander had said, it doesn’t sound like it would be too much of an ordeal. They’ll probably tell you what to say, what soundbites they’re after, and once you’re done, people’s curiosity will finally be sated. You can all move on, and you might be a bit richer for it. “Well…” you said, toying with a bit of hair so you didn’t have to look directly into his eyes. He had this way of staring at you that made you feel…naked. “I guess if it’s just one interview and they’re mostly talking to you, it wouldn’t be so bad.” “Atta girl!” he praised you, and goddamn it, you felt a blush rising to your cheeks. Shit. “See, this will be good for everyone!” Uh-huh, if you say so. You thought sarcastically but didn’t say. He wasn’t necessarily wrong, it’s just his version of what counted as ‘good’ was clearly vastly different from your own. It just didn’t seem worth pointing that out, like you were being difficult on purpose. “Right, okay.” You said, wondering what the hell you’d just agreed to. And you could hardly back out now – Homelander knew where you lived, thanks to the blabbermouth nurses. It wasn’t as simple as pressing a button to end a phone call. “Fantastic-o. Then I’ll let Ashley know so she can stop freaking out and something can be arranged,” Homelander said, rolling his eyes on Ashley’s name, which brought a little smirk to your lips as well. “And you’ll answer your phone this time.” “Yeah, yeah, okay.” You said, biting back a laugh. The fact Homelander found it amusing that you hung up on a Vought employee has helped you see the funny side of the situation – you didn’t know who Ashley is, but she must have been pretty annoying if Homelander was taking your side over hers. You walked over to the balcony door after Homelander, since it seemed a little rude to just stand there and watch him leave, plus he’s obviously not going to leave out the front door and take the elevator when he can simply…take off. You have to admit you’re pretty jealous that he can fly. You’ve always wanted to be able to fly and he made it look so easy. So effortless. How nice to have the sky all to yourself. You’re so caught up in your thoughts of flying that you didn’t notice at first that Homelander had paused and turned to you. You jolted back to reality and looked up at him, who was staring down at you with a glint in his eyes, which look extra blue in the late afternoon sunlight. He leaned in, flashing those teeth. A grandma-what-big-ears-you-have kind of smile. "Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?" The shock that flooded through you was only matched by both embarrassment and... excitement. Kissing a celebrity on a spur-of-the-moment instance was one thing, stepping up to him and kissing him on command was quite another. You'd have to stand up on tiptoe to reach. Yet the thought of refusing him didn't cross your mind. Partly because you wanted to appease him, since he came here himself to ask you to come to Vought and promised you it wouldn't be made into a big deal, but also...you couldn't deny that the attraction was there, burning away in the back of your mind like a stubborn candle. “Um, okay.” You said, aware that your face was turning hot and feeling rather stupid about that, and his smile only widened. Perhaps he found it an ego boost when people got so starstruck around him. Homelander’s grin was wolfish as he cupped your face and pulled you in. Like before, touching lips with him was somehow electric – you again grabbed his arm like you needed it to anchor yourself to something and he had no problems with tilting your head to his preference, his other hand resting on the curve of your waist. He had no problem with using his tongue either, though he used it to skilfully part your lips, flick across the inside of your lip to make it tingle. It was no awkward tonguing session, that was for sure. It seemed like the kiss lasted for a long time before you pulled back for air. Your mouth felt hot, like you’d eaten a pepper, and Homelander’s pupils were dilated, the iris an icy ring hugging the black. His tongue darted over his teeth, those sharp-looking canines, and you swore to god your legs wobbled a little at the sight of it. “That’s my girl.” He practically purred. He stepped back, still staring at you, before he looked up and just like that, took off into the sky, vanishing in a matter of seconds like a rocket, like he was never there at all. You stood there, dazed, then turned and walked back to the kitchen counter like a zombie and sat down, reaching for the nearest bottle of alcohol and pouring yourself a glass of it. You knocked it back without really tasting it, the bubbles fizzing down your throat, before you put your head in your hands, lips still tingling. Just what the fuck have you agreed to?!

[mischiefsmind]

Cart Girl

Summary: You work at the Seo Golf club course for the summer, and your Boss Changbin has you as his personal cart girl for his personal parties.

Pairing: Golfcourseowner!Changbin X CartGirl!reader

Warnings: Use of degrading, Begging, use of sir and slut, praise, and sorry if I missed anything

Words:2724 

*Gif is not mine*

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You didn’t think you would work at a Golf club as a cart girl during the summer, but here you are working in a golf skirt and a polo shirt in the hot sun. You didn’t mind the job but it had some perks to the job. You got tips from all the older men that would order from you, you didn’t have to do much, you got paid a reasonable amount, and the last one was the owner Changbin. He made even the hottest day better by just simply being in your presence. 

One of your favorite times working at the golf club is when he brings his friends after hours. He would always ask you to be the cart girl for them, and that he would pay you extra and overtime. Which you could never turn down even if it didn’t have the perks, that means you can stare at his ass as he swings the club to hit the ball. Tonight was one of those nights that he asked you to stay later and be a cart girl for his private party for him and his two friends Bangchan and Jisung. 

You watched all the guys hit the balls talking about what clubs to use for their next hit, you always chuckled under your breath at Jisung due to his non-athletic abilities, always managing not to hit the ball. You were in your own bubble when Changbin called your name. 

“Yes, Mr. Seo?” You asked walking over to him 

“Y/n, Could you get me a glass of water please?” 

“Of course sir, be right back.” You told him walking away to the cart, As you turned away to grab the drink Changbin couldn’t help but look at how your ass looked in that skirt to the point Bangchan gave him a look.

“Quit looking at her ass, you're going to scare her away.”

Changbin looked at Bangchan and said, “ I wasn’t looking at her ass.”

“Dude yes you were. I have eyes of my own and can see that you were.”

“Keep talking and I am going to take away your free golf privileges starting tomorrow.” Bangchan laughed it off and went to set up for his turn. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about Changbin and how he looked in that outfit. The black hat, the sunglasses, the tight-fitted polo shirt that shows off all of his muscles when he goes to hit, set up the hit, and the way his ass looks so juicy in his form-fitting pants. Just everything about him makes you want to pounce on him, but knowing if you did that, you might not have a job after that. 

Once you poured out the water you walked it over to Changbin, you didn’t see the dip in the ground and you tipped over your feet making you spill the water and fall face first into the grass, making a fool of yourself. Changbin turned around to see what had happened, just to run over to you to make sure you were okay. Everyone looked over at what was going on due to the commotion that was going on behind them. 

He bent down to grab your arm and help you up “Are you okay?”  

Thanks to Changbins' help you were up on your feet “I think I am good, I just tripped over the dip in the ground, but nothing is broken or hurt so we are all good.” It took you a second to realize that Changbin was still holding on to your arm in a caring manner, with a concerned look on his face. You started to blush at the fact that Changbin was still holding onto your arm and that your guy's faces were about a couple of inches away from each other. He looked down and saw that your knee was bleeding pretty bad.

“Oh shit, We should probably get inside your knee is bleeding pretty bad, and I don't think that there is a first aid kit in the cart at all” Changbin told you, making you look  down at your knee “Are you sure that it doesn’t hurt?” 

“Okay, maybe it hurts a little.”

“Here if you are comfortable I can pick you up and we can get everything all better.” He asked you.

You nodded “Ya that's fine,”

He let the other know what was going on then looked at you picking you up. Once he picked you up bridal style you started to feel flustered because you were one in your boss's arms being carried and two you were in your boss's arm being carried as if you were nothing to him, your arms were wrapped around his neck making sure that you don’t fall but also so close to him. You started to smell the cologne that he was wearing, the smell of woods and floral started to fill your nose making you start to make you crazy about how good he smelled. 

Once you get into Changbins office he sets you down in his leather office chair, making you feel special for some reason even though he could have put you in the other smaller chairs in his office. You watched him squat down to grab the kit that he had in his desk drawer, but you were thinking about how close he was to your pussy and every dirty thought came to mind.  

Once he got the kit out he moved to where he was sitting on his knees, getting everything out on the floor that he would need to clean up your knee. Looking at him being so caring made you feel so soft at the moment and still felt the dirty thoughts coming into mind. He started to take out the cleansing wipes opening them. 

He looked up at you with a soft smile “ I'm going to clean this so this might sting a little bit.” You nodded looking away as he started to clean the cut, making you wine in pain. 

“Alright that part is done now I am going to put the big bandaid on your knee.” He told you as he put the bandaid on. You smiled at Changnin telling him thank you for cleaning up your knee and carrying you inside the building.

He got up from the floor smiling back at you “Oh, it's no problem Y/n, I want to make sure that my best employee is all taken care of. Because who else could take care of my friends and me after hours and on the weekend?”

“You have a bunch of people that would be up for helping you out with this after hours, especially with the overtime and extra pay, like anyone would love this.”

“Well, they wouldn’t be as good as you are getting our drinks and making sure everyone is alright. They also are not you, because you are the only one I wanted for this job and I created it just so I could see you after hours.” He smirked telling you this, making you start to blush, closing your legs.

He put his hands on the armrest bending over bringing his face so close to your face your noses were almost touching. You could feel his breath on your face and see how his brown eyes were dilated. Your whole body felt like electricity as he was so close to you and how at any moment anything could happen, you didn’t know what to do every situation was going through your mind. 

In a split second, you closed your eyes and brought your face to his kissing him so desperately and passionately, that you felt everything go to one thousand percent in your body but everything felt good and that this was right. 

The moment changbin felt your lips on him he was done for he had deepened the kiss as much as possible, moving his hands he forced them to your hips guiding you to stand up. Letting go of the kiss you both were a little out of breath. Opening your eyes you both smiled at each other at what had just happened, Changbin turned so that you were now against his desk. He moved to start kissing your neck, his lips moving down each side of your neck light as a feather, closing your eyes and mouth open only to have a hitched breath coming out. Changbins left hand started to move towards your cunt, making you clench at the air around you. 

He stopped everything and looked at you making you whine at the loss of the contact at your neck. 

“I want to know if this is what you want and if you are okay with having sex at this moment because I want to make sure that you are not doing this for me because we can stop at this moment and pretend that this never happened.” He asked you 

You nodded “ Yes please I want to have sex with you at this moment I want you to fucking ruin me for anybody else. This is me asking you to have sex with me.”

He groaned at the words coming out of your mouth “ You want me to ruin you, what a little slut. Do you want to be my Little slut?” He asked, making you moan out due to his words. 

“Yes, please sir I want to be your little slut, just for you no one else.” 

He started to slip his left hand down the front of your skirt to your clothed pussy and started to rub your clit, making you gasp out at the contact. You closed your eyes, grabbing his arms. 

“God you're soaking, I haven't done anything as you feel like this, god so desperate for my attention. It's pathetic honestly but cute because this is for me only no one else you got that this pussy is mine.” you nodded in response 

He stopped playing with your clit, taking his hands out of your skirt. “I want a verbal response slut, or we stop.”

 Your eyes went wide at the thought of stopping “I'm sorry sir, yes I am all yours only for you to use this pussy is all yours only for you to us.” 

He smirked at the reply, knowing he has you in the palm of his hands. “What do u want me to do baby, do you want me to keep touching you.”

“Please keep touching me.” 

“Where do you want me to touch you, you want me to touch you here?” He asked, “or here?” Moving his hand to your ass gripping it before letting it go “Or here?” He asked again moving his hand to cup your clothed cunt

'Please touch me there.’ 

“Where is there baby? I need you to tell me,” he asked amusingly 

“My cunt please I want to cum so bad I don’t care if it's from your fingers, cock, or your mouth. Please make me cum.” 

Changbin smiled, taking off your shirt and then pulling down your skirt to the floor showing your beautiful cunt and seeing the wetness on your panties on the ground. It made him groan knowing that he was the one who made you all messy. He grabbed the bottom of your thighs to put you on the desk. Everything was so fast for you, you didn’t even notice him go onto his knees or him opening your legs. 

He looked at your cunt as if it was his last meal, he dived right in licking your clit with long strokes; going from using the flat part of his tongue to the tip of his tongue at a fast pace. You were so close you were almost to the edge of bliss, his tongue was the best you had ever had, the only one to make you cum this fast. 

“Changbin I’m about to cum please keep going.” You moaned out gripping his hair making him moan, vibrations making you cum just from that.

Changbin looked up at you, you had looked so fucked out already “Look at my pretty girl, all fucked out already but we're not done not yet you're going to cum on my cock next my pretty little slut.” You moaned and rolled your head back at the words he was telling you. “Does my little slut like being called a slut? Is that what it is?” Asked getting up and taking off his clothes 

You looked back at him and seeing his body you were ready to pounce on him, the way he looked so good like the greek gods had carved him out of stone and his cock looking so fucking good you just wanted him to go down on you already. His was big, bigger than you imagined him to have. You could see how red the tip of his cock was knowing that it was going to be inside you make you even wetter. 

Changbin opened your legs a little more, he started to line his cock up to your cunt. Slowly he pushed in his cock, making sure that you adjusted to the size he kept pushing it in till it was inside of you. He could feel the clenching of your cunt on his cock making it hard for him to move. 

“God baby you feel so good, you're taking me so well,” he praised you 

You moaned at the feel of being so full by his cock. He started to slowly move in and out of your cunt making you a whiney mess at the fell of him going in and out of your cunt. As he started to go faster hitting that spot inside he slowly moved his hand to your throat slightly squeezing the sides of your throat to test the waters. 

“Harder please.” You told him, making him smile and squeezed a little harder. You could see the way his arms would start to flex as you kept the grip on your throat making you roll your eyes.

“I’m close Changbin,” you told him 

“I am too, where do u want my cum?” He asked 

“Please inside me please I want to feel so full of your cum. Please sir cum in me.” He groaned at your response, making him throw his head back.

“On the count of three cum okay?”

“Yes sir.” 

“One, two, Three.” He moaned out as he came inside of you and you came. He let go of your throat slowly pulling out making you whine at the loss of feeling so full. 

He looked down at your cunt seeing how red it was and seeing his cum dripping out of you made him so happy. He looked at your face looking all fucked out more than before, but he knew you loved every moment of it. 

Changbin started to get your clothes back on, then went to grab you water making sure that you are hydrated. After handing you the water he started to get his clothes back on. 

After getting his clothes back on he looked at you and asked you softly “Are you okay do you need me to get you anything? I can get you more water, some snacks or anything else.” 

You put the water down looking down “Um.. I don’t want to sound weird but I would like to ask `` You paused taking a breath “Cuddle if you're fine with that?” 

He smiled at you “Of course my love we can cuddle, I know how after having some rough sex with some name calling and other things that cuddling is best for aftercare.” 

You smiled while getting off the desk, you almost fell due to your legs feeling like jelly, and luckily Changbin was there to catch you. He picked you up bridal style and brought you over to the couch that was in his office, laying you down before he grabbed a blanket sliding next to you bringing your head onto his chest. Slowly you started to fall asleep while listening to his heartbeat, he looked down at you seeing you were asleep he texted Chan and Han that they could go home and that they could just leave everything and he would deal with it later. Soon he fell asleep to the sounds of your soft snores.

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