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geminiwritten · 23 days ago

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at first sight ; jake 'hangman' seresin

fandom: top gun

pairing: jake x reader

summary: the squad challenge hangman to charm any girl in the bar, and phoenix chooses you, but you end up making more of an impression on him than he's is expecting

notes: i asked for some inspo and i got some! i hope this is okay, i wrote it in a day and just had a bit of fun, so let me know what you think! (i also got another request for jake, and honestly if he's who y'all want, i'm so here for it)

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, text screenshots, and it's a little horny but otherwise fine (let me know if i've missed anything!)

word count: 3304

“Any girl in the bar?” Reuben echoes Jake’s words, disbelief saturating his tone.

Jake nods. “Any available girl in this bar.”

Bradley chuckles into the mouth of his beer bottle as he tips it to his lips while Mickey and Bob crane their necks to survey the busy bar.

“What about that one?” Mickey nods toward a high table where a woman is sitting by herself.

Jake rolls his eyes. “I said available. She’s clearly got a date and he’s just gone to get a drink. Do you see the keys on the table?”

As if on cue, a tall man with thick brows and a very square jaw places two drinks on the table before sitting across from the woman.

Javy chuckles as he subtly points toward the main door where two women have just entered the bar. “What about one of those two, Hangman?”

Jake’s green eyes dart toward the door before returning to his friend and narrowing. “Be kind, Coyote. I would prefer under the age of sixty-five.”

Natasha’s brows shoot up. “Prefer, but you’d be open to-”

“No.” Jake scowls across the table at her.

The group share a laugh before they all return to scouring the bar for an acceptable target. Jake Seresin makes big claims about his ability with ‘the ladies’ but the dagger squad are yet to witness such skill in action.

“Her.” Natasha says, brown eyes focused on someone at the bar.

Every single one of them turn to follow her gaze, and Jake’s mouth twists up into that signature smirk.

You sigh and slide your phone out of your back pocket, opening the text chain that made you leave the restaurant you’d been waiting at and order an Uber to the nearest bar. Another message pops up as you stare at the screen, asking where you are and if you got a table yet. You roll your eyes and take a screenshot before going to your text thread with your best friend and sending it to her.

You slide your phone back into your pocket just as the bartender places the beer you ordered in front of you. You glance up with a small smile and open your wallet to find your credit card, but someone beside you is quicker to hand the man some cash.

“It’s on me,” the stranger says, wearing an irritatingly gorgeous grin.

Your eyes narrow as you assess the man beside you. He’s wearing a well-fitting pair of jeans and a dark green button-up shirt, untucked. He’s effortlessly handsome, with sparkling green eyes and light brown hair that is perfectly combed into place. It’s almost as if someone cast a spell on a Ken doll to bring him to life. But you can tell by the way this man is grinning at you that he is much more devious than a newly animated children’s toy.

You pick up your drink and turn to face him, silently asking him to explain himself.

“Hangman.” He winks.

You frown. “I prefer Pictionary.”

His pretty smirk falters for a second before he fully processes what you said, and then he chuckles. “No, it’s my callsign. I’m a naval aviator.”

You’d figured as much – duh, you live on North Island – but you’re not in the mood for this guy’s bullshit right now. “That must be so fun for you.” You push off the barstool with your drink in hand. “Thanks for the beer.”

“Wait a minute.” He doesn’t block your path, but his words are enough to stop you out of sheer habit. “I didn’t catch your name.”

You give him a tight smile. “That’s because I didn’t throw it.”

Despite the dim, yellow lighting inside the bar, his eyes still sparkle like freshly tumbled jades. He doesn’t look as smarmy as he had a few moments ago, he looks more intrigued than cocky now. His smile isn’t quite as smirky, and his gaze is less predatory, but his eyes are still raking up and down your body. On any other day, you’d be willing to give this charming man a run for his money. You’d drag him into a booth and see if he could keep up with your verbal warfare before deciding whether or not you wanted to take him home. But not tonight.

“I’d be willing to earn your name if you give me a chance.”

You look down at your beer and sigh quietly before glancing back up at him. “Look, Hangman, I don’t doubt this routine – this charm – works on most girls, but you have really picked the wrong one tonight.”

He raises one challenging brow. “You look like the right one to me.”

“The right one for what?” You cock your hip and hold it with your free hand. “A good one-night stand or something real? Because you don’t strike me as a guy who’s looking for something real, and I’ve just about had it with one-night stands.”

His mouth pops open, but no words come out.

“And while I don’t doubt that it would be a really good one-night stand, because- well, I’m not blind, I’ve just had a really crappy day and would like to drink my beer in peace while I craft a careful and incredibly scathing text to the asshole who put me in this mood.”

You pause, waiting for him to respond or tell you that you’re crazy, but he doesn’t. He just looks at you with that same curious stare, like you’re a fascinating piece of art in a gallery.

“So, thank you for the drink, but could you please let me have my pity-party alone? You can go tell your friends you got my number, and we can just pretend that I reacted to this whole situation like any other normal person would have.”

His brows pinch as you offer him another tight smile before turning and walking toward a spare table. Once you settle in one of the chairs – your back to the room –, you have to resist the urge to turn around, because a tiny part of you wishes that you could have humoured him. He was hot, there’s no denying that, but he also seemed like an actual gentleman – an experienced gentleman, but one, nonetheless. Which is something that your life is sorely lacking.

You pull your phone out again and open up your text conversation with Declan – the guy you thought you’d been dating for the past three months.

You were supposed to have met for dinner at 7PM, and you'd been waiting at the restaurant since 6:45PM because you were so excited for your date. But after those texts, you threw your napkin on the table and walked right out the door. You hailed a cab and told the driver to take you to The Hard Deck, a bar you’ve only heard of from your friend. The same friend who you’d sent the screenshots of your conversation with Declan.

You shake your head and decide to compose a ‘get fucked’ message to Declan later. You're tired and a little upset, so you tip your beer to your lips and scull the rest of it, plonking the glass down harder than necessary as you stand up.

You call an Uber to take you home and when you slide into the back seat, you feel utterly drained and more than a little guilty about blowing off that gorgeous guy. You open your phone and tap on your text messages, pulling up your conversation with your best friend and typing out a few new messages.

Natasha’s ambiguity would usually make you nauseous with curiosity, but after the day you’ve just had, you can’t find the energy to be anxious about whatever it is she wants to talk about. You send her an affirmative text, accepting the boozy brunch, before tucking your phone away and staring out the car window for the rest of the drive home.

Jake has been lying awake for over an hour by the time his alarm goes off. It’s Saturday, which means he doesn’t have to be at the base, but he still likes to start his weekends early with a good workout. Normally, he’d jump out of bed at the sound of his alarm and slip straight into his gym gear, but not today. He’s barely slept, and he feels like his consciousness is on a completely different plane of existence.

He can’t stop thinking about you.

You’d caught him completely off-guard last night. When Natasha had pointed you out, he could clearly see that you were gorgeous, which is why he was more than happy to accept the challenge of ‘charming’ you. Then you had the audacity to be witty, and Jake Seresin is nothing if not a sucker for a woman with a sharp tongue. You didn’t fall for his smirk or his cheesy lines, but you weren’t rude about it either. You’d clearly had a bad day, and he felt bad for borderline harassing you, but now he feels even worse for not at least getting your name.

Jake has never believed in love at first sight, but last night is starting to prove him otherwise.

His workout today is half-assed, and he knows it, but he doesn’t bother pushing himself any further by the time his hour in the gym is up. Usually, he wouldn’t leave until his whole body was slick with sweat, but not today. Every time he closes his eyes, he can see your face, and then he doesn’t want to open them again. He’s worried that the details will start to fade, and he never wants to forget the face of the woman who has so thoroughly rocked his foundations. So that’s why when he gets home, he lays on the couch and closes his eyes, trying to burn your image into the back of his eyelids.

A couple of hours and a lot of unsuccessful internet sleuthing later, his phone rings, the screen lighting up with Natasha’s caller ID photo.

“Hello?”

“Bagman, you sound tired.”

“I’m busy. What's up?”

“Well, now you sound depressed.” He can hear the amusement in her voice. “Are you still bummed about striking out last night?”

He doesn’t care about striking out, he cares about the fact that he’s now seemingly obsessed with a mystery girl he might never see again.

“I’m not in the mood, Phoenix.”

“Alright, alright. I just wanted to see if you were coming to the beach barbecue tonight.” He can hear another muffled voice in the background, but he can’t discern who it is. “It was Payback’s idea, and everyone else is in, but you didn’t reply to the group chat. So?”

There’s a beat of silence. Jake is usually always down to hang out with his friends, but he has half a mind to spend his night scouring every bar and restaurant in town to see if he can run into you again.

“Come on, Seresin,” she presses. “One of my friends is coming too, and I really think you’ll like her.”

At that, Jake’s curiosity piques. Natasha has never offered to set him up with any of her friends before. In fact, she has distinctly threatened him should he ever try to go near any of them.

“You want to set me up with your friend?”

She scoffs. “Well, no, but- Look, you’ll understand if you come. Am I counting you in?”

He lets out a long breath as he falls back against the couch cushions. “Yeah, sure.”

- Three Hours Earlier -

You stare at your best friend in disbelief. You’ve barely taken a sip of your first mimosa, and she’s already telling you that not only was she at that bar last night, but she was the one who told the gorgeous man to approach you.

“Are you mad?” she asks, holding her champagne flute in front of her face as if it could protect her.

You take a deep breath before blowing it out through your nose. “Well, no, but I’m kind of hurt that you saw me walk into the bar and didn’t come say hi.”

She rolls her eyes playfully. “That would have ruined all the fun.”

You raise your brows. “The fun of sending one of your friends into a losing battle?”

Her smile is sheepish. “Look, if you knew Hangman like I do, you’d completely understand. And when I saw you sit at the bar, of course I wanted to come and give you a hug, but then I had this beautiful opportunity presented to me. You got to take out a little bit of frustration on the male species, and Hangman got a nice big bruise on his ego. It was a win-win.”

You take a generous sip of your mimosa and point a finger at her. “Win.”

She gives you a wink before taking a big gulp of her own drink. You spend the rest of the morning talking about Declan and crafting a simple but nasty message to send him before you block his number. After three mimosas and a shared croissant, you’re starting to feel a little boozy.

“Okay, I think we should stop.”

She nods. “Probably. I still need to go shopping for tonight. You’re coming, right?”

You roll your lips and avert your eyes, instead deciding to stare at the crumbs on the plate between the two of you.

“Come on, please.” She leans forward, doing her best puppy-dog eyes. “I know you don’t know my navy friends, but you’re never going to if you keep avoiding meeting them. Plus, Hangman should be there.”

Your heart begins to thump heavily against your sternum, which is ridiculous because you barely know the guy.

“I guess I should probably apologise to him.”

She scoffs. “You don’t need to apologise. I was kind of hoping that maybe you’d reject him again.”

You roll your eyes. “Nat, come on. I was rude to the guy, and he was perfectly-”

“Wait.” Her eyes go wide. “You actually think he’s cute, don’t you? Like, not in a flippant ‘that guy is hot’ kind of way, but in the way where you can’t stop thinking about him.”

Your pulse thrums even faster. “Pfft, no.”

“Oh, my God.” She holds a hand up to her lips to stifle her laughter. “You don’t want to apologise to him, you want to fu-”

“Nat!” you exclaim. “We are in public.”

She can’t stop giggling, her brown eyes like saucers above the hand covering her mouth, and it only takes a few more seconds before you dissolve into laughter too. You’ve definitely had enough mimosas for the morning.

It takes a few minutes, but eventually you compose yourselves enough to pay and exit the cafe. Neither of you had driven this morning, thankfully, so you decide to Uber to the nearest grocery store to get supplies for tonight’s beach barbecue.

You’re turning into the cold aisle where all the meat is cut and packaged when Natasha pulls out her phone and calls Hangman. It’s stupid the way your heart races when you hear his muffled voice, but you can’t help it. You’ve been thinking about this man nonstop for the past fourteen hours and now you’re going to see him tonight. You’ve never really believed in love at first sight, but the memory of those sparkling green eyes is starting to convince you otherwise.

Hours later and after trying on every bathing suit you own, you find yourself walking toward the gazebo on the beach where Nat’s location on your phone is pinging. There’s a fold out table with a portable barbecue on it and half a dozen beach chairs scattered across the sand. There’s also a volleyball net set up, where two very fit men are batting a white ball back and forth.

You’re starting to think that maybe you were doing yourself a disservice by not meeting Nat’s navy friends sooner.

“Hey!” Nat exclaims, yanking two beers out of the ice tub before jogging toward you. “I’m very impressed that you didn’t bail.”

You roll your eyes and try to be discreet about surveying the group for a face you’ll recognise. “Of course I didn’t bail.”

“Come meet everyone.” She links her arm with yours and leans in to whisper in your ear. “Hangman isn’t here yet.”

She points at the two men playing volleyball and tells you that they are Rooster and Payback. Then she pulls you into the gazebo’s shade and introduces you to Coyote, who is manning the barbecue, and Fanboy, who is second in charge. Harvard, Fritz, and Halo are occupying a few of the beach chairs, and apparently there are two more naval aviators on their way. One of which you’ve already met.

Everyone is super nice and incredibly fucking fit. It doesn’t take long for you to relax and enjoy the conversation with Fanboy while Nat argues with Coyote about what ‘medium rare’ looks like.

“Oh, and here’s another one,” Fanboy says, glancing over your shoulder with a grin. “This is Hangman.”

Your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you turn around and come face to face with those gorgeous green eyes.

He smiles, and it’s hot enough to melt your bikini bottoms. “Pictionary, right?”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “Yeah, that’s right. Nat tells me you’re actually Bagman?”

He rolls his eyes and turns to your best friend, who is grinning like a maniac. “Jake Seresin, this is my best friend. Have you two met?”

Jake.

He says something to Natasha along the lines of calling her evil, but you’re not listening anymore. You’re too busy drinking him in, and oh my, is that a big drink.

He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of khaki shorts, and his taut tan skin is making your mouth water. He has to have been sculpted by the gods, that is the only explanation for this man. Your eyes rake across his broad chest, the smattering of hair at his sternum, and down his defined abdominals. You can imagine licking every line, tasting every inch of his skin and following that V with your tongue below the waistband of his shorts.

Natasha nudges your ribs as she walks past, and you only just catch her wink before you look up and find Jake’s eyes on you. He’s smirking, and this time, it’s working. “Phoenix said you wanted to tell me something.”

Oh yeah, he definitely knows you were just checking him out.

You clear your throat. “I- um, I wanted to apologise for being rude last night. I’d had a bad day, but you honestly didn’t do anything wrong. Any other day I’d probably have jumped right into bed with you.”

Your eyes widen and you smack a hand over your mouth, heat crawling into your cheeks as you realise what thoughts you just let slip through your lips. Jake laughs, his smirk morphing into a genuine and breathtaking grin.

“I’m so sorry,” you say quickly. “I have no filter sometimes.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He licks his lips and looks you up and down, like a predator sizing up its prey. “You don’t have anything to apologise for, but considering this is any other day, why don’t you start by telling me your name? Then we can see about jumping into bed.”

You can feel yourself melting faster than a popsicle in the sun. It’s not that you want to be immediately smitten by this ridiculously gorgeous and charming man, but you can’t help it. Ever since last night, you’ve had a weird feeling about him. A feeling that makes you think he’s important to your story, one way or another.

All you can do now is hope that it’s in a good way.

END.

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totalswag · 5 months ago

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I read your drew fic with the arrest and I loved it!! I was wondering if reader was preforming bed chem outro instead of the back up singer it’s Drew and they get a little to carried away in front of the crowd. If That makes sense💕

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warning(s) mentions of intimate positions, kissing, touching.

Earlier in the show, you arrested Drew, your boyfriend, for being too hot— everyone in the arena went crazy seeing him. What they aren't expecting to Drew making a second appearance.

At the very end of bed chem one of your backup dancers will come into frame holding a camera on his shoulder, and when the curtain closes you pretend to do intimate things then the stage lights go off.

Prior to the show you asked Drew if he would be okay to go this— he agreed. Making sure he's comfortable was your first priority. He talked about different ways coming on stage that were so funny.

You start singing the final chorus of bed chem on your knees, legs wide out and free hand in front of you as you lean forward. The curtain signal is about to close. From the corner of your vision, you can see Drew approaching with the camera on his shoulder, dressed in dark pants and a white tank top—fans immediately began to cheer as he entered the frame.

He looked so good you couldn't control the redness of your cheeks spreading like a teenager seeing their crush.

To make the moment better, you sway your body around on the bed, allowing yourself to relax. Drew is looking at you with a smile on his face as he gets closer to the edge of the bed.

Motioning him to get closer— he lifts one leg on the bed as the curtain makes its way around the bed. Slowly setting down the camera on the edge of the bed.

You moved closer to Drew, pressing your bodies together in a false display of intimacy. Drew played along well, massaging your sides as he drew you closer. The crowd's cheers intensified, and the excitement in the arena reached a fever pitch.

You leaned in and kissed Drew deeply, as the curtain began to close behind you. The kiss was supposed to be a tease, a staged performance for the spectators, but you found yourself becoming lost in it.

Drew's hands crept up to cradle your face, his touch soft yet forceful. You forgot about the crowd, the cameras, and everything. It was just you and Drew, completely lost in each other.

Your hands drag down his bare chest, and he leaps forward into you at the gentleness of your touch, sending lightning down your body.

Once the lights turn off you both pull away from each other. Everything in your body right now is all over the place you think you are gonna explode. You are breathing heavily.

"You always know how to put on a show," he said quietly, his voice hoarse.

You giggled softly, your fingertips tracing the contour of his jawline. "And you always know how to make it unforgettable."

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1800-fight-me · 10 months ago

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An Experiment in Desire

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Rating: E (EXPLICIT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

Warnings: Explicit sex, takes place in a brothel

Word count: About 2k

Synopsis: You find yourself in a brothel and have an unexpected encounter with the one eyed prince.

Author’s note: So uh... that brothel scene in the last episode really did a number on me,,, this is the filthiest thing I've ever written and I make no apologies thanks @arcielee for the inspo! and also i borrowed this beautiful gif from @aegonx i hope that's okay!!

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You weren’t quite sure how you found yourself in this particular predicament. Despite your loud and frequent complaints throughout the night, you had none to voice now.

It was a night out with your friends to celebrate the impending marriage of the loudest of your friend group to the baker’s boy. It was a good match, you were happy for her, she liked him well enough and he would be able to provide for her, which was as much as anyone could ask as smallfolk in King’s Landing.

What you did object to however, was when the group decided that leaving the tavern, after entirely too many rounds of surprisingly strong beer, and heading to a brothel was a good idea.

She had expressed nerves about her wedding night, and some of the others in your party overruled your protests and decided that bringing her to a brothel so she could ‘at least see what it’s all about’ was the perfect idea.

You needed no such education, having laid with a man once before, well the word man was a stretch, it was a couple of years ago and he was a boy not much older than you who worked in the stables of the Red Keep. It wasn’t anything to write home about, but it had been sufficient, and your interest in sex had decreased since then.

Now, you wondered if you had been wrong to not explore other options. The dark rooms were filled with incense, curtains, and moans of ecstacy. Many fornicators weren’t even hidden by curtains, but were completely out in the open for any and all to see.

Your friends gasped and giggled, watching and whispering as a woman on her knees choked on a man’s cock. You were surprised that she seemed to be enjoying it, and it made you wonder if it was something you would enjoy too.

A hand slipped into yours and you let your friends tug you along, this time you bit your lip to withhold your gasp as a man licked and feasted on a woman’s cunt. This was something you knew immediately you would enjoy, as a rush of heat filled you and you felt the desire to not just observe anymore, but to participate.

There was a bit of commotion as a group of loud men filtered into the room and in an effort to get out of their way as the silver haired leader of the group stumbled through yanking back curtains in search for someone- your hand slipped from your friend’s and you were separated from your group.

One of the men in the group slapped your ass, which startled you so much you stumbled back and pressed yourself against a wall in order to get away from the rowdy intruders.

Some of the crowd paused their copulation, to look at the disruption and there were whispers.

“What did you say?” you asked the unclothed woman walking past you.

“That’s the king,” she replied. Then she looked you up and down, an innuendo in her eyes, and held out a beckoning hand to you. It took all your self control not to slip your hand in hers and follow her anywhere.

Instead you politely declined with a small shake of your head, and she shrugged and continued on. You stuck to your post guarding the wall, and wondered where your friends had drifted off to.

You decided you should wander into one of the adjoining rooms to find them, when a man stomped out of the enclosed curtained area the king and his man had gone into.

The man was completely nude, that was the first thing you noticed. It was difficult not to notice. He was difficult not to notice. He looked like a carved statue, long hard planes of muscle everywhere on his tall form. Long flowing silver hair and an eye of sapphire also caught your eye.

You heard him mutter something to the king, “One whore is as good as another.” The king laughed, but Prince Aemond seemed to shake with anger.

His presence was intoxicating and you couldn’t look away, especially not when he noticed your attention, and looked directly at you.

You suddenly forgot how to breathe, how to stand, how to blink as he pinned you within his intense gaze. He stopped his stride as he approached you, standing closer than would ever be considered appropriate for a stranger, and looked you up and down.

You resisted the urge to squirm as the nude prince dragged his gaze up your body and made you feel laid bare.

He held a hand out to you, “Come with me.”

Your pulse jumped and your hand itched to slip into his.

“My prince, I am not a whore. I am here with friends…”

He pursed his lips, “Even better. And you appear to be alone. Will you come with me or not?”

His voice was rough with an unnamed emotion and you wanted to please him, to be the reason for relief from his torment, and you threw all caution to the wind.

You placed your hand in his, his callouses scraping against your own, and you shivered as he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, as if you were a proper lady and not the bastard daughter of a blacksmith. As if this were a courtship, not a fuck between strangers in a brothel.

He then slipped his hand across your back and down to your waist and led you out of the large room filled with others. You were quiet, but the same could not be said of the pounding of your heart as a prince of the realm led you to a room with a door.

“What is your name?” he asked as he shut the door behind him, sealing the two of you alone in a small room with only a desk and chair within it.

You answered and when he murmured your name back to you, your breath caught in your throat.

“My Prince,” you breathed out as he took a step towards you.

“Aemond,” he corrected.

“Aemond, this is out of character for me, I-“

He raised his brow at you, and you acted rashly, fearing you were losing him, this opportunity, and decided not to talk anymore, and practically threw yourself at him.

He groaned as his lips met yours, and as he stepped forward to meet you, your bodies collided and he guided you back a few steps until your back hit the wall.

His tongue was inside your mouth and it was better than any kiss you’d ever had. He moved it with expertise that made your clit throb and you wondered if he would indeed want to use that tongue in other places.

You realized there was nothing preventing you from touching him, not a single scrap of clothing, and so you let your hands explore. Down from his muscled chest, to his toned abs, lower…

Aemond gasped in your mouth as your hand grazed his now hardening length. Your hand

continued its journey, cupping his balls and he ripped his lips from yours, a wild look in his eye. Before you could blink, he was ripping the clothes off you, baring you completely.

You had half a second of feeling insecure as he took a step back and surveyed your naked form, before the prince murmured, “Perfect.”

His lips and body crashed into you again, your back slamming into the wall, but you didn’t care, didn’t care, didn’t care as his bare skin brushed against yours, as all your curves pressed into his firm muscle, as his cock pressed against you, begging for attention.

And as you reached a hand between your bodies to once again touch him, his lips pulled from

yours and he looked you in the eyes as his hand followed the same journey as your own.

He ran a hand from the side of your throat, down your breast, taking a moment to gently squeeze and fondle which had you gasping. His thumb circled your nipple as your hand gripped his hard

cock.

You both moaned in tandem at the action, and then his hand drifted lower, lower, and lower still, until his large hand cupped your mound and found you soaked beyond belief.

He groaned as those nimble fingers spread your lips and explored your soaked cunt, quickly finding your clit, just as you rubbed your thumb across the sensitive underside of cock.

“Fuck,” you panted as you both pleasured one another with your hands. You gripped and pumped his cock as you stared into his lust blown gaze.

This, you’d never felt so wanted, so attractive, so powerful as when you held a prince

of the realm’s pleasure in your hand.

His fingers drifted, and with a smirk, he plunged two inside you. You gasped, pleasure unlike

any other as your cunt squeezed him.

And you could see that release was barreling towards you both, you knew he could tell the same as he batted your hand from him, yanked his hand out of you, and pressed you back against the wall.

His lips were on you again, consuming you, as he lifted you up, using the leverage of the wall and you followed his lead as you wrapped your legs around his trim waist.

His tongue tangled with your own as he plunged his cock inside you.

His impressive length hit you deeper than you’d ever experienced before and you let out a whine. He chuckled, a cocky sound, and gripped the flesh of your hips tightly as he began thrusting in and out.

You let your head fall back against the wall as you submitted to the waves of pleasure he brought you.

His lips pressed against your throat, his

tongue and teeth, taking turns to make you whine as he continued to thrust inside you, his tempo hard and punishing and rough and everything you needed. You tried to grind down on him, to meet his thrusts, but he growled and gripped you tighter, pressed you harder against the wall, and you submitted control to him completely and let him use you.

One hand tangled in his hair, the other gripped any muscle you could find, as his lips traveled down your throat to your breasts.

As he licked and sucked your nipple, his cock hit the deepest part of you, and his groin ground against your clit, you shattered completely.

You practically screamed his name as you came harder than you’d ever experienced before.

This only encouraged him, and his grip on you tightened, you knew you would have bruises tomorrow, and you clenched down his cock as his thrusts increased in pace and intensity. The unholy squelching sound as he pounded inside you was music to your ears, you had no room to be bashful, not as you felt full, deliciously so.

The frames on the wall shook as he pounded into you, and just as he was about to reach ecstasy, he pulled out of you and put you back on your own two feet.

You watched as the prince touched himself, that large hand gripping his even larger cock, and your cunt throbbed at the sight. He moaned as his come splattered all across your stomach and breasts.

You both watched each other, panting, coming down from unbelievable heights. You looked at his beautiful form and thought he was carved by the gods.

He lifted your head with a finger under your chin, and as you met his gaze once more, and he pressed a swift kiss to your lips.

“Perhaps we’ll meet again,” he murmured. Then he dropped his hand from your face, turned and left the room.

You stood there, alone, completely naked, and covered in a royal come and wondered how you found yourself in this situation, but also hoped it could someday be repeated.

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen x female!reader #hotd #aemond targaryen smut #aemond

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rowdydevs-nhl · 2 months ago

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Hiii honey🩷 I wanna share this edit w you because I cannot stop thinking about Jack with this song… I love the part “like a rottweiler and a kitty cat”😮‍💨 maybe you could get some inspo from this for a little story w our mr rowdy🥝

https://youtu.be/H2ci2ptKFzA?si=hUi1SWUagx_NwIPW

Hmm… saur, I don’t know if I nailed the song, but I tried 😋 nothing but love for you 🥝 nonnie. Thank you for your ask!I hope you're having a great night!!!!! ♥️

+18 -> smut | Jack helps you make your ex jealous

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓮’𝓼𝓔𝔁𝓖𝓕!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

c/w: pet names, swearing, kissing, spanking, oral (male receiving), praise, hair pulling, teasing, unprotected p in v, ownership kink, rough sex, choking, wet and messy, rempe cheats on the reader, making a sex tape, sending pics to rempe

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The bass bumps in Jack’s chest as he leans into the table, nursing a beer. The victory was still fresh—adrenaline coursing through his veins from the game, shifting from the match to the moment playing out in front of him. He looks across the bar, through the packed house, studying #73, who has his hands all over some girl who was not you.

Jack barely reacts at first, just watching, his jaw tightening slightly. Not because he cared about Matt or your relationship in the slightest; this was actually the best-case scenario for him; he was just curious about what would happen next. And, he was ready.

Matt's tongue slips between the girl's lips; the 6’9” player leaning into it, completely shameless like he has nothing to lose.

But Jack wasn’t the only one who noticed.

You walk by the bar, drink in hand, and the moment your gaze falls on Matt, your face twists. It wasn’t the reaction Jack expected… No tears, no fighting.

You lift your hand, flicking Matt off, catching the eyes of a few of his teammates as you walk toward the door—Matt, still none the wiser. Not yet, at least.

“Gotta go,” Jack mutters as he pushes up from the table.

“Jack–where the fuck are you goin’?” One of the guys calls after him, but he’s not listening.

Luke points lazily over to the bar, gesturing to Matt, already knowing full well what would happen next, muttering to Hischier about sleeping on the pullout bed in his hotel room tonight instead.

Outside, the streetlights cast a soft glow on your face as you furiously type away, walking toward your place.

“Hey–”

“Not in the mood.” You snap—your voice sharp and annoyed as your heels pound against the pavement.

Jack chuckles warmly, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m on your team—”

Your fingers freeze over the keyboard before you turn, recognizing a familiar voice. Jack smiles as you meet his pretty blue eyes—his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Hey. You alright?” He asks gently, but you can see in his eyes that he knows the answer.

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head ‘no,’ wrapping your arms around your waist as you step a little closer. He nods as he looks down at you, his smile widening as you lessen the space between you.

“Guessin’ you already know that?” You hum with a playful tip of your head.

He lets out a short laugh, rubbing his hand over his mouth to snuff out his smile. “You’re makin’ it sound like I’ve been stalking you, pretty.”

“Pretty?” You ask, feeling your cheeks warm up. He bites his lip slightly and smiles. “Haven’t you been—stalking me, that is?”

He shrugs, rocking back on his heels a little as he marinates with that thought for a bit. “I wouldn’t say that… But you are kinda hard to ignore.”

“Is that so?” You ask as you batt your lashes a few times, making him blush.

“I saw you sittin’ on the glass,” Jack admits. “Heard Matt talkin’ in the parking lot after. Figured I’d tell the boys to come here.” His tongue pokes against his cheek as he says the words out loud, making your accusations from before even more laughable. “So, yeah… maybe I am a little bit of a stalker.”

You giggle and shake your head, looking up at him as Jack glances down at your phone.

“So… What are you sayin’ to him?” He asks curiously.

You scoff and sigh, “M’telling him ‘I saw what he did’ and that ‘I’m done’.”

Jack nods as if that was the only logical response. Your eyes flick up from your phone as he does the same, matching your gaze–a flicker of something darker in both your eyes.

“I just wanna make him pay,” you smile. “Show him, I’m not the only one who can do whoever they want.”

Jack’s lips quirk into a smirk, catching the way you said ‘whoever’ instead of ‘whatever.’

“You meant that, huh?” He asks as his smile deepens.

“Yeah,” you answer without hesitation.

“So what, you wanna do me? Is that what we’re getting at here?” He rasps as he battles back a smile.

“I do,” you answer again without a second thought.

“… You don't know me.”

“Good point,” you sigh. “Well, have a great night, Jack—” You turn around but he grabs your arm, whipping you back around.

“Didn’t say it mattered… ‘Cause it doesn't.”

He looks back at you, curious about what you’ll say next; no doubt that you’ll surprise him again.

“One condition,” you smile.

He raises a brow, stepping a little closer. “Oh yeah? N’what’s that, princess?”

You hold his gaze as your lips curl into a wicked smile. “We record it. And send it to him.”

Jack’s mouth parts, his dark lashes fluttering as he replays the words in his head, and for a second, you think he’ll say ‘no’��that maybe you pushed him too far. He steps a little closer, wrapping his arm around your waist, leading you in the opposite direction of where you were headed.

“I have a mirror on my ceiling.”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

The lights are down low, just enough for Jack to get the perfect shot as he lays down on his big hotel bed, the light of your camera phone glowing as you crawl closer.

“Fuck, you look so good,” he groans as you slink on top, straddling his lap, bearing your weight on your hands, pressed against his firm chest.

Jack’s heart races underneath as he looks up at you in awe, holding your hip in his large hand, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, following your movements as you grind your wet pussy on his hard dick with his camera pointed right at it.

He lifts the camera to the ceiling, and you look up as well, smiling for Matt to see.

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles as he smacks your ass. “Don’t worry, Rempe—I’ll take real good care of her,” he huffs, his words fading to a deep moan as you move your hand between your thighs, wrapping your fingers around his thick dick, tilting your body closer.

You breathe against his mouth as you stroke his long length, nice and slow. "You’re gonna take care of me, Jack?" His eyes roll back at your words. A deep, gravelly moan thunders in his throat as you kiss along his jawline.

“Mhmm… I am, princess. I promise,” he sighs.

Jack's head falls back into the pillow, giving you access to his skin, your lips taking purchase of his neck, kissing lower and lower, his muscles tightening under your soft touches.

You tease him with the tip of your tongue, tracing his deep v-line as you work your way between his thighs, finally getting a good look at his rock-hard cock; pussy pulsing, body aching to be stuffed full of him.

You wrap your fingers around his dick, holding him straight, licking along the side of his dick, making him moan needily.

Your tongue travels across his hard skin, exploring every inch, taunting him some more. He grips your hair suddenly, pulling you back, making you gasp, goosebumps fanning across his thighs. You flick your eyes at him, catching his rapid breathing.

"Maybe I should thank him for being a fuckin’ idiot—otherwise, I wouldn’t have you like this, pretty," he taunts, causing a smirk to stretch across your lips.

"It’d be rude if you didn’t," you whisper sweetly before you tap his tip against your tongue.

A little mess of precum rolls down the side of his heavy cock, making your mouth water. You trace the trail of his vein, making him shudder out a breath.

"Mpfhh… Thank you," he moans as he shakes his head and smiles, the man on cloud nine, as you kiss and suck on his head sloppily.

“Polite and hung. How did I get so lucky?” You ask sweetly, rubbing his tip against your pillowy lips, his swollen head sheened with spit.

Jack rests his big hands on the top of your head, scratching his rough fingertips in your hair, causing your eyes to fall shut. You take his cue, wrapping your lips around him, taking him inch by inch. "Yeah, baby. Just like that," he groans.

Jack guides you, stroking his cock with your mouth, pitching his hips, driving his tip to the back of your throat, causing you to gag. You suck in your cheeks, keeping your lips tight around his thick length, feeling a slight ache in your jaw as you bob up and down.

"So fuckin' good at suckin' dick,” he drawls as you add your hand, working him closer and closer to his peak.

Your wrist moves in tandem with your mouth, laboring messily, thoroughly coating his cock with your saliva, slurping and squelching, making his toes curl with each stroke of your fist.

Praise falls from his lips as he mutters incoherently, trying to keep his eyes on yours as the phone trembles slightly in his hand.

Jack's grip on your hair tightens as a husky moan releases from his lips. You take him deep in your throat before sucking back to his tip as he looks back at you, watching as tears roll down your cheeks.

Jack reaches out, brushing them away with his thumb before sucking it clean as you stroke his cock in your hand. "Fuck you look good, princess, Mmm... Gonna cum-"

"Where do you want it," you whisper warmly against his throbbing dick.

"Mouth... Fuck, I wanna cum in that pretty fuckin' mouth," he pleads as your lips circle him again, spit seeping down to his balls. The sensation and pleasure of it all sends him over the edge. Jack's toned hips jolt upwards, thighs trembling and flexing tightly.

"Fuckk, y/n," he moans as his sticky load paints the back of your throat.

His eyes pinch shut, cock throbbing on your tongue as you milk out his last bits of pleasure.

You draw your lips off him slowly, Jack's body melting into the bed. "Co'mere, princess," he whispers drunkenly, sighing as you slink higher, working toward his lips as he sets the phone down on the nightstand. "You're my girl now," he mumbles between kisses. "My fuckin' girl."

"M'Yours, Jack," you whisper, kissing him deeply.

"You gonna let me take care of you, princess?"

You bite your lip and nod as Jack rolls you to your back, staring down at you with lust-filled eyes, the damp fringe of his bangs skimming his forehead.

He leans down for a kiss, claiming your mouth; his tongue works between your lips, reeling slowly.

"Can't believe he treated you so bad. I'm gonna make it up to you. I promise,” he mutters smugly.

"I wanna feel you inside me, Jack."

“Mmm… Condom?”

You giggle as you cup his cheek in your hand, brushing your thumb along his bottom lip. “Whatever you want, baby—”

“What do you think I’m gonna say?” He asks as he crawls to your lips, hard cock dragging against your tummy, smudging precum along your warm skin. Jack lays himself down on top of you, pinning you to the bed. He grabs your cheeks with one hand, kissing your lips roughly.

“I think you’re gonna tell me ‘you wanna cum in my pussy,’ you whisper against his lips as he swirls his fat tip around your drooling hole, pressing in just enough to make your mouth fall in a soft "o," moaning into his mouth at the stretch.

“Smart and soaking fuckin’ wet… How did I get so lucky?”

You bite your lips, holding back a laugh that slips by your lips regardless. “He’s gonna kill you,” you whisper for his ears only.

“Does it look like I give a shit?”

“No,” you shake your head as you roll your hips slightly, teasing him with your wetness.

“Fuck, how could I?” He whispers as he leans down, kissing you tenderly before looking back to the camera. “Bet you wish you were me right now, huh?” He mutters, thrusting into you roughly, giving you all of him, making you scream his name.

“Jack, shit—”

"Fuck, sweetheart. Keep goin’, Yeah? Keep saying my name," he praises as he grips your thighs, slinging them over his big shoulders. Your eyes widen as his large cock stretches you out. Jack presses his full weight into you, making your trembling hands reach for his hips.

"So deep, Jack," you blubber.

"Too much?" You bite your bottom lip, shaking your head, ‘no.’ "So damn tight. Shittt. This fucking pussy, princess." Jack starts to move, rolling and snapping his hips into you at the perfect pace. “Tell me, baby—was he ever this deep?”

Your eyes flutter shut as you toe the line between pleasure and pain; the knot in your belly threatens to break as you shake your head ‘no.’

“Didn’t think so… Look at that. Holy shit," he chuckles raspily. His large hand rests on your lower stomach, the tip of his big cock making a slight bulge in your tummy.

Jack drops your thighs from his shoulders, taking a bruising grip on your hips, fucking into you rough and fast, causing the bed to thump against the wall.

You grab his wrists from your hips, dragging them up your body, curling his hands around your neck, urging him to squeeze. He smiles as he tightens his hold even more, making you choke and sputter—your rapid pulse raps against his palms.

“Tighter," you pant. Jack laughs wickedly, applying further pressure, making your eyes fall closed, breasts bouncing with each thrust. Jack lifts his hand, slapping your cheek just enough to sting.

"Jack... I." You stutter as you feel your pleasure about to burn through you. “I’m gonna—”

"Mmm... Not until I tell you. You understand?"

"Please!" You moan. You can't hold back your bliss even if you tried. Your climax claims your body. "Jack, fuck!" You sob. He continues to rail you, not letting up. You force your eyes open, meeting his stare; Jack quickly hides his smile.

"What the fuck did I say?”

"I'm so-" He cuts you off with his big fingers pushing through your kiss-swollen lips, landing on your tongue.

"Suck." Jack draws his fingers down to your clit, circling them quickly. You feel yourself right back at the edge of ecstasy; your eyes start to fall shut as exhaustion sets in. "Look at me, or I might just stop." He slows his strokes, hands toiling slower as he threatens to cease altogether, smiling at you darkly.

"Don’t stop," you cry as you stare into his lidded eyes.

Jack lowers himself to your lips, his muscular body clapping against yours again and again. "Give it to me, Daddy—” Your voice cuts short as pleasure takes complete control.

You pull him in tighter, hooking your ankles around his trim waist, praising his name as he worships you. "Y/n... Ugh, shit," he groans, hips pumping one last time, filling you full.

He kisses you deeply, breathing heavily with you. “Jesus Christ, Jack,” you giggle breathlessly as your entire body trembles.

He lets out a sleazy laugh, pretty proud of himself for the mess he made of you. “Hear that, Rempe. I win again.”

Jack reaches over, flicks off the camera before shutting it off, passing it to you.

The room is quiet except for the sound of your heavy breathing, your bodies tangled in each other, wrapped in sheets.

Jack looks over at you, his chest rising and falling fast—his hair a mess. You giggle as you match his eyes, your kiss-swollen lips pulling into a blissed-out smile.

“I can’t send it,” you whisper.

Jack covers his face with his hands, running them down as he lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank God,” he breathes as he pulls you in closer. “Was hopin’ you’d say that.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, ‘cause if this were just a one-time thing, I’d be pissed.” His tone is playful, but there’s something in his eyes—something real. “I’m already getting a little jealous and possessive over you. He's not seeing that shit again,” he mumbles as he’s eyes shift back to you to gauge your reaction.

“I love that,” you breathe as your tongue pokes between your mile.

“Good,” he smiles as he reaches over, squeezing your ass in his hand, using his hold on your body to pull you in for a kiss.

You reach over and run a hand over his chest, fingers tracing the sweat-glazed skin. “We should send him a picture instead.”

Jack let out a deep chuckle. “That’ll do it… Think he’ll know it’s me?”

“Maybe?”

“Hopefully,” he corrects you as he leans in for another kiss.

You lift your phone, snapping the perfect picture before sending it to Matt. Jack watches curiously as you tap a few buttons on your phone. His brows furrowed as the TV across the room lights up, watching as you screen share the video.

“Oh, you’re something else,” Jack murmurs.

“Someone’s gotta watch it.”

“Round two while we watch it?”

“And I’m something else?” You giggle as you lean in for a kiss, feeling him smile against your lips.

“Mhmm… And now you’re mine.”

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

#one shots *ੈ✩‧₊˚#jack hughes #jack hughes smut #asks answered 🧸#jack hughes x fem!reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x reader #hughesmuse86 ₊✩ˎˊ˗#jack hughes x you #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #nhl smut #hockey x reader #hockey smut

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55sturn · 3 months ago

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“but yours is better!”

pairing: luke danes coded [ grumpy]!matt sturniolo x lorelai gilmore coded [ sunshine ]!reader

inspo/creds: pls help me find the user who wrote luke danes coded!matt bc i know someone has written this !!

as you sat in the diner, you could help but anxiously tap your finger against the rim of your mug, you knew matt would chastise you the second you walked up the counter begging for another cup of coffee. but you couldn’t help it, there was just something so addictive about the way he made coffee. and maybe, just maybe, something in and about the banter the two of you shared, was addictive too.

you flash matt a sweet, charming grin as you tentatively step toward the counter, sheepishly sliding your mug toward him as he rolls his eyes, the ghost of a smirk toying at his lips.

“please matt. please, please, please.” you plead as he sighs, he knows he’ll serve you the coffee, hell he would serve you as much coffee as he could just to hear that content sigh that slips out every time you get a mug of matt’s coffee. he would do just about anything for you if you asked, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to reprimand you for the amount you consume or remind you how unhealthy coffee is for you.

“how many cups have you had this morning alone?” he grunts, wiping down a dirty spot at the counter, purposely directing his focus and scrubbing at a dirty spot that didn’t exist just so he doesn’t cave or melt the second he looked into your eyes.

“none.” you lie, hoping he would just overlook it and fill your mug with what you think is the smoothest and coziest thing this world had to offer.

“plus?”

“okay, five, but yours is better!” you grovel, batting your eyelashes at the man across from you, and you can see the corner of his lips twitch before he turns around, grabbing the pot of coffee before turning back to you,

“you have a problem.” he scoffs, watching you shrug, chuckling at him as he rolls his eyes playfully and crosses his arms, ignoring the one annoying customer, who happens to be his brother chris, waving him down in the corner.

“yes i do.” you admit, not an ounce of shame or regret written on your face as you slide the mug across the steel counter, and he sighs before hooking his finger over the rim of your mug and pulling it to him, filling it, watching as you dance happily before taking the mug with a cheeky grin on your face.

“junkie.” he hums, shaking his as you take a sip of your coffee, smiling at him as you swallow it, and he tries to ignore the shiver it sends down his spine.

“angel. you got wings baby.” you laugh, thanking him in your own weird and endearing way, and the pet name sends a warm tingle through his body as the tips of his ears turn pink, and you’re none the wiser to the way you make the usually grumpy and stoic man who can’t tear his eyes away from your retreating figure feel and melt the second you flash a smile his way.

god he was helplessly in love with you. the way matt loves you, is the way you love coffee, it was as if you were his own version of coffee personified. warm, inviting, and all consuming. you had such a vibrant, hard to ignore yet hard not to love personality. and he was hooked on you, he has been since the very first time you stepped through the door all wide eyed and curious, while demanding all the attention in the room. he would fill every mug at his disposal with coffee, if it meant you had all you needed to be happy.

STAR’S CORNER a possible intro to a lil au that i might continue !!

and honestly idk why i wrote this, i just love when people compare matt and luke and say that matt’s luke danes coded bc they’re so right, and tbh it combines my two special interests.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo smut

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eviiesstuff · 4 months ago

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"You say it's big, but you take it."

Hi loves, this is my first time properly writing one of these, so feedback is totally welcomed. I take requests if you have anything specific for the next one, and it would be appreciated so I have more inspo on what to write, so feel free to leave one. Hope you enjoy! :)

!Minors DNI!! 18+ mature content!

Your new partner Joel is all you could possibly want and more. But he becomes even more to you when you see what he hasn't shown you yet.

Warnings;

(ingestion of alcohol, swearing, sexual/dirty talk, smut, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex)

(No Outbreak Joel, Sarah is not present in this scenario)

The smell of fresh air compared to the sweaty and sticky air in the club was almost god-given as you stepped outside, a cold breeze fluttering against you, cooling the damp and hot skin.

Time had flown by, and 2am had approached. You weren't the type to abandon your friends, but after they became too drunk to function and nearly threw their own guts up on your shoes, you simply called them an uber hoping at least one of them were sober enough to direct the group into the car. You watched as they drunkenly piled into the car, babbling on that they would pay you for the ride. They weren't going to be anytime soon.

You sighed, watching the Uber pull away into the road and disappearing down the street. You would've gladly hopped in if there was room, but unfortunately not.

"fuck," you cursed quietly.

Home was nearly half an hour away, and by the god awful feeling of the ache in your heels. It was clear that the walk back was not happening, and neither was the 175 dollars you would have to pay for an Uber home as it was so late. Your fingers worried over the hem of your dress, thinking of a solution to your current lack of transport.

Joel.

Was it too late to call? 2am might be a stretch for him. Your thumb hovered over his contact on the phone screen after you entered the phone app, but you clicked on it anyway, not like you had any other choice at this point. The trill of the calling sound had happened many times, and hope was slowly easing away after each ring came and went.

"Hello?" His voice sounded somehow lower than usual, seemingly full of fatigue. A sense of relief came over you as his voice filled your ear. "Hey, I didn't wake you, did I?" You answered with an edge of worry to your voice.

"s' all good sweetheart, what's wrong?" he replied, his choice of gentle tone putting you at ease. You paused, biting down harshly at the skin of your lip. "I know it's late, but I'm kinda stuck outside the bar with no way to get home.."

"Y' need me to come n get you?" he practically finished for you, "Yeah basically," you offered.

A soft grunt came from his end of the line, like he was getting out of bed. "Send me your location, I'll come n get you," he said after a short moment. A smile spread to your lips. "Thanks," you whispered.

"You got it baby," he replied before the call was abruptly ended. You finished messaging him with your location before you clicked the phone off. Minutes passed, the ache of your feet grew in your heels, as well as the shiver from the briskly chilled air. It didn't take longer than 15 minutes to pass before you recognised a certain shined navy pick-up beginning to slow down as it advanced towards the side walk outside the bar.

You slowly walked over as it came to a stop, watching as Joel leaned over the centre console to open the passenger door before you got there, to which you happily slid into the leather seat, taking in the heat of the car gratefully. "Late night?" he asked with a smidge of amusement at your look of slightly drunken drowsiness. "Clearly," you muttered, leaning your head back against the leather rest behind you, eager to feel the relief of sitting in a warm space. You heard him huff a laugh, "alright just askin' " he protested. A hand came to your dress covered thigh, though you could still feel the heat from Joel's skin over the fabric. Watching his strong hand softly squeeze the flesh there, fingers flexing and moulding around the skin, the veins present on the back of his hand bulging more than usual. The feeling and the sight makes something stir quietly inside of you.

His grip doesn't waver when the truck pulls away from its parking space. "Yours or mine?" You hear him ask in a murmur.

"Yours."

The car ride can't seem to get any faster, as if it wants you to feel even more tortured. Joel's hand hasn't left its place since it got there, fingers grazing slightly higher, bringing the hem of your dress with it, causing the skin of your upper thigh to appear. His thumb dares to push its way between your inner thigh, dragging it in a sweeping motion against the skin absentmindedly. Your eyes flicker to him, gazing at his stern side profile as he drives, staring at the curve of his nose, and the sharpness to his stubble covered jaw, which clenches every now and again.

His thumb trails between your two legs, rubbing at the skin on the inside of your thigh, and you dare to squeeze the both of them together. It's as if he doesn't notice, or he simply isn't fazed when you do. His hand annoyingly doesn't move any further, and disappointment clouds your mind. Its as if he knows your thinking about it, can't help not teasing you in the process. He side eyes you, noticing your defeated expression, and the corner of his lip tugs upwards into a subtle side smirk, turning back to the view of the road.

You thank the Lord as his driveway and house come into view, and he pulls up infront of the garage. You breathe a sigh of relief as he retreats to get out the truck. However you immediately miss the warm feeling of his hand on your skin. The passenger door opens, and his hand is on you again, placing itself on the small of your back to guide you up the driveway. "Thanks for pickin me up," you whispered against his firm shoulder, resting your cheek against the soft sleeve of the t shirt he sported. His lips came to your temple, and you closed your eyes, feeling the sensation of him pressing a chaste kiss against it. "No problem baby," he replied, the soft vibration of his drawl in your ear making you nearly shiver.

The scent of wood faintly fills your nose once the both of you step inside, and you take notice of the crackling flames inside the Woodburner pride of place against the wall of the living room. Joel's house always felt comfortable, the man loved his wood burning.

You shrug off your jacket, and it's placed on the sofas arm. "Y' have a good time?". Joel is buisied in the kitchen, pouring an amber liquid into a thick glass. "Yeah," you replied slightly dazed. You simply watched, shamlessly staring at his back which looked as broad and imposing as ever, the rolled sleeves of his shirt struggling to hold in the muscle beneath, the skin slightly bulging out of the hem.

Everything about him was just so big. You'd thought a shameful amount of times about how big he could be elsewhere, but those thoughts had been passed to the back of your mind. Sure, you and Joel had fooled around, but it was early days in what you had going on. You were yet to discover other things about him, that you wished you knew, you really wished you knew.

After finishing the alcohol in a matter of seconds, he turned away from the counter, and you averted your eyes from his muscles. Your head gradually tilted upwards as he came nearer. Soon enough his hands braced at your waist, sliding one to your back as his eyes fell to your face. "Y' wanna go to bed?" he murmured, his eyes flickering all over your features.

You were tired, sure. But not tired enough. "Not yet," you replied, curling your hands around the fabric of his shirt, subtly tugging down to ask him to lean down. He caught on, pressing his forehead against yours, before he dipped down and his mouth pressed to yours. The kiss lasted for a gracious moment, his hands roaming and grabbing at any bare skin he could get. You felt his tash graze on your upper lip, but you didn't care, you had much bigger things swirling around in your mind.

His lips broke from yours, and you took a breath of air alongside him. He noticed your look, eyes silently begging for something he hadn't caught on to, lips slightly swelled and parted for more, so much more.

His finger trailed across your jaw, upwards to your lips, smoothing his thumb across the softness of them. "What t'is it baby?" He drawled.

"Joel," you whispered, instinctively leaning into the touch of his fingers, as you looked up to him. "Mm?"

"Y'need to tell me, or I can't help you sweetheart,"

"N' that's what I wanna do," he added.

You hesitated, taking in the gentle expression he held, his eyes boring into yours fiercely.

"I want..I want to do more," you responded, "More than what we've been doing,"

He hums in response, dragging his thumb into your hairline, pushing the baby hairs that fought against the style you'd done, carding his fingers through the strands. His eyes are thoughtfull as always, staring down at you deeply. "Yeah? that's it?" he asks, to which you nod a little to fast.

His gaze travels across the expanse of your face, neck, and the beginning of your collar bone. "So fuckin' beautiful, so perfect," His lips brush against your jaw, placing short yet purposeful kisses that continue down your neck, feeling the damp spots appear on your skin. You sigh at the sensation. He eventually captures your lips again, pulling you into a kiss that begins painfully slow, but he wastes no time, gently gripping the back of your head to apply even more pressure to the kiss, his lips slotting and moulding against yours, tongue sliding against them, and you let him in with greatfullness.

The feeling of his tongue breaching your mouth, eagerly licking into it makes you moan softly, slipping your fingers into his hair, dragging them through the locks ontop of his head, pulling delicately at the roots to which he grunted. Your tongue joining the kiss as it clashed and swirled against his hungrily, lips becoming slightly sore from the sheer pressure of the action, yet it felt awfully good. "I'll give you everythin baby, everythin you want," he whispered between breaks, the both of you gasping for air against the heat of the kiss, your body desperately pressing against the firmness of his chest, his sturdy arms caging you in in response.

His hand moved to the zipper of your dress, breaking from the kiss momentarily to give you a look of ask. "Please," you urged, pressing your hips firmly against his as even more of a 'yes'. He groaned softly, eyebrows creasing at the action. He pulled at the zipper, sliding it down enough so he could push the straps of your dress down, whilst hiding his face in your neck as he slathered kisses all over your skin. "Oh-" you gasped, inhaling sharply as he slid the top of your dress from its place exposing the lace of your bra. The sight making him sigh once he lifted his face from your neck, eyes travelling hungrily over your breasts covered by the bra.

His arousal deepened, and you felt it clearly through his jeans, gasping softly at the feeling of his hardness against your clothed cunt. It simply made you want more faster. "Joel-" you urged. "I know baby," he replied, still marvelling at the sight of your breasts before him. "Joel- let's go to bed," you encouraged, to which he pressed another kiss to your lips, and again. "The bed can wait," he retorted, hands bracing at your hips, acting as a guide to push you to the couch, looking up once you hit the couch, watching him stare you down, a stare that caused fluttering throughout your body, warmth growing rapidly in your stomach. Not a moment later he's caging you in, arms either side of your head as you fumble with the buttons of his shirt, kissing his lips sloppily as you go.

Your no longer drunk only on alcohol, but on Joel. His smell of the masculine cologne that emitted from his neck. His large hands gripping at your flesh, broad shoulders crowding your whole self. it was all too much and not enough all at once. You unbuttoned his shirt keenly, sliding it down his shoulders to expose the tanned skin of his bare torso, your eyes flickering down to the prominent v line that disappeared underneath his jeans, which had become significantly tighter. You almost moaned at the sight of him half bare, trailing your hands along his smooth skin, feeling the toughened and firm muscle under your fingers. "Joel," you uttered, grasping at his fore arms to pull him closer.

"I know," he replied, "I know darlin' "

Your hips pushed upwards against his, desperately seeking some friction as you grinded your hips against his. He groaned as your clothed cunt made firmer contact with his crotch which was painfully hard by now. staring down at you with a fierce amount of hunger behind his eyes, pupils blown wide with lust and need as he gazed at your half exposed chest. Tugging at the fabric, your dress slipped further down your body, and he eagerly grabbed at your bra, one handedly unclapsing it at the back. "y' want me to touch you baby?' he murmured, smoothing his hand across the valley of your now bare breasts upon the whine you emitted. "God- Please," you urged. "you gotta tell me sweetheart," he responded, his face visibly twisting in pleasure at the sight of your perfectly shaped breasts, his hand big enough to take one in his hand, kneeding the soft fat of them as he watched your lashes flutter excessively and listened to the gasps that left your lips. "Gotta tell me what you want,"

"touch me please" you replied, looking up to him through your lashes, purposely pressing yourself against his erection growing heavy in his jeans. You could practically feel how big he was through the denim, see the shape of his dick through the fabric. You felt yourself growing increasingly aroused, wetness collecting between your thighs, feeling it dripping and dampening the flimsy cloth of your panties and shuddering at the feeling.

Joel hummed in response, "Can I take his off?" he asked softly, gesturing to the dress halfway down your waist. "Please," you whispered, nodding eagerly. You watched as he slid the fabric further down, his hands dwarfing your waist as they travelled down your body, until your dress was off, leaving your soaked panties the only source of cover. Joel groaned lowly at the sight of the wet spot on the lace cloth. "You're so damn wet already," he mumbles, "So fuckin wet, all for me?"

"All for you," you whined, watching him slide the flimsy underwear down your legs, and your body is all bare for him to see. "so pretty, so fuckin pretty," he praised, hands gripping at your hips, one slipping down to graze your inner thigh, "You want me to touch you? touch you here baby?" He asked, gently swiping his thumb up and down your pussy, gasping lowly at the feeling of how dripping you were for him. "Yes- Please god," you pleaded, your hips bucking up into his touch, "Don't stop Please," you begged, shuddering at the feeling of him thumbing at your clit.

"I won't darlin' your doing so good, so damn good" he praised, marvelling at the sight of your glistening cunt that was no doubt aching for him to touch more. His fingers circled around your clit like he loved it, completely engrossed in the sweet sounds you were making.

"that's it baby-" he murmured, watching your face contort with sheer pleasure as he circled his finger around your entrance, feeling it dripping with arousal. You let out a choked moan as he pushed a finger gently into you, stopping when it reached the knuckle. "Oh fuck- joel," you whimpered, "Fuck," you whispered, the sight of his large and calloused finger sliding in and out of your pussy made you moan, feeling so full by just one of his digits. "Good girl," he praised, his other hand traveling upwards to cup your breast, kneeding the soft flesh as he set a pace of sliding his finger in and out of your dripping entrance, moments later adding a second. Your cunt clenched around the size of his now two fingers entering you at a staggering speed, you craned your head down to capture the sight below, Joel's large dampened fingers slipping in and out of your pussy as his thumb rubbed against the most sensitive place on your clit. Gasping and clenching helplessly, the warm feeling deep in your stomach grew, filling you with esctasy.

The sensation was so big, so much that you felt close already, your whines becoming more louder as you reached that euphoric feeling you were chasing. "Joel, God im gonna-fuck joel!" you cried out desperately. "thats it, cmon baby," he urged, his fingers relentlessly fucking into you, not giving you any relief, not that you wanted any anyway. you gave a strangled moan, struggling to catch your breath as the warmth in your stomach grew and grew, and it finally snapped, gripping onto Joel's bicep for support as a indescribable feeling of pleasure washed over you.

Your body shuddered as you came, your cunt clenching and fluttering around his fingers as he watched your eyebrows knit together in pleasure, eyes closed as you moaned at the feeling of your orgasm. "Fuck," he groaned.

His eyes marvelled all over you, gasping lowly at the sight of your glistening pussy before him. Damp, sweaty skin shivering from the aftermath of your orgasm. "Fuck baby," he commented, hand rubbing at the soft flesh of your thigh encouragingly.

Your hands tugged on his biceps, urging him into a kiss as you came down from such a high. Your tongues roughly intertwined as you grasped the back of his head, yours and his damp skin clashing and smoothing together. His hands swept round your back, gently gripping the skin. The both of you pulled away for air, and you looked up to meet his eyes.

Half lidded eyes flickered up to meet yours, his styled hair had come loose, tumbling over his forehead as it stuck to his skin, lips swelled and parted in breath. "I wanna feel you," you whispered between pants. His eyes studied yours for many seconds. "Fuck-" he mumbled, giving you a swift once over before his hand came to the back of your neck. "yeah? " he drawled lowly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

The buttons of his jeans soon came undone, and he discarded them swiftly as they came down his legs. Not much was left to imagine when you saw his hardened dick against his boxers, the sheer size behind the dark fabric causing you to shiver.

The more skin uncovered, the more you yearned and ached to feel him, to wrap your hands around his broadness. To have his hold you firm against him whilst you took in every single sensation. You audibly moaned at the thought as he rid himself of all clothing, staring at the sight infront of you.

He was so big, beyond what you imagined, your mouth felt wetter than ever before. The muscles of his stomach and the prominent v line that drew the path to his dick were unbelievable. His dick was hardened, thick and glistening at the head with pre-cum, enough to make your mouth water. "Joel," you uttered, grabbing at his shoulders once you had took him in, but it still didn't feel like you'd looked enough. "I know sweetheart," he replied, sitting back into the couch as you swung a leg over his, his hands finding your hips. "You sure?" he suddenly interjected, giving your sides a encouraged squeeze as you nodded. "m' sure," you replied a little dazed, feeling the wetness gathering between your thighs once again.

You felt his dick against your cunt, and the both of you gasped. Joel rose from lying back on the couch to meet you, desperate to properly wrap his hands around your middle. Almost immediately, you lifted your hips. Watching as his cock came even nearer to your entrance as you lowered yourself down. The head of his cock breeched you, and you gasped as the sensation, his dick nudges inside of your dripping cunt, and you gladly let it. Joel groaned as he felt and watched you sink down onto him, welcoming your pussy as it clenched around him immediately. "Joel-" you choked out, biting down on your lip harshly once you reached the hilt. "So fucking big," you groaned, and he huffed a laugh. "You can take it baby trust me,"

"trust me, just relax," you hear him whisper into your neck, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the skin on your shoulder.

His hands pressed against your hips, uttering a curse as you began to move, rocking your hips weakly against his. "Fuuck," he whispered, watching your face stirred with pleasure as you moved up and down on his cock with a quickened pace, the hands on your hips guiding your moments encouragingly. "So good baby," he urged, groaning as your cunt clenched around him. Your whines filled the air, the sounds heightening when his cock hit a particular place inside, sending a indescribable feeling down your thighs, and a chill spreading down your spin.

Joel watched as your tits bounced in a soft motion at the movements, so perfect looking, just like the rest of you in this moment. "That's it sweetheart," he said, capturing your lips in a searing kiss right in the heat of the moment, pressing you against him as you rode him. Your nails scratching at his back, clawing at the skin. Your head was in the clouds, moans muffled against his lips as his tongue ran against your bottom lip, kisses sloppily shared. That familiar feeling was building in your stomach, the warmth beginning to heat up, swirling. "M' close," you whined between kisses. clenching your thighs around his legs to hold onto him tighter. "I know baby,"

The sounds filled the room, skin slapping together, quickened and desperate pants and breaths, groans and whines that grew louder as the two of you became significantly closer. Joel raised his hips up to meet yours with every bounce you did on his cock, beginning to fuck up into you, fingers digging into your skin daring to leave bruises from the pressure. Your eyes rolled upwards, lips parted to form an 'o' shape as he fucked up into you. The size of his dick was overwhelming, filling you to the near brim with pleasure, smacking against that one place deep inside that made you groan and curl your fingers into his hair, shuddering at the relentless pace of his thrusts.

"good girl," he lowly reminded, his perspirated skin pressing against yours, even firmer with every motion. "knew you could take it," you hear him groan into your skin as he grew closer and closer, you knew by the act of his thrusts becoming sloppier and his moans becoming more strangled.

You came probably harder than you had ever before, crying out from the sudden snap of your orgasm, launching a burst of pleasure all at once as you writhed and clenched around his dick still pushing in and out of you, but Joel wasn't far away from his either way. He groaned shakily as you felt him swiftly pull out just after he got you through your high. You shuddered as you felt him leave you, immediately missing the feeling of him being so far and deep into your pussy. Seconds later thick stripes of white painted your stomach, and the both of you collapsed on each other, bodies heaving and panting as you both came down from your high's, Joels arms still cradling your back tightly, hands smoothing up and down your warm and damp skin.

He looked ridiculously good even now, the small collection of fine lines coated with a sheen of sweat, and his eyes slightly weary as he looked you over. "okay?" he murmured, smoothing back your unruly hair, to which you nodded.

"Joel?"

"Mm,"

"we can go to bed now,"

Thank you for reading! Make sure to leave a like, or give your requests, would be very much appreciated. I will start writing for other characters and will release a list soon on who i will write on. Thanks lovely's <3

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oscquinn · 5 months ago

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WHAT YOU DESERVE, carmen berzatto

TAGS & WARNINGS → mean dom carmy, with soft dom carmy at the end! daddy kink, rough sex, spanking, degradation, and name calling >:)

A/N → everyone say thank u olive for sending me an ask i sent in five ever ago and giving me the inspo to finish this fic!! 0% edited sorry for any typos i js needed to post tbh

WC → 1.6k

You suppose you deserve it, the way you’re bent over the edge of the bed just waiting. You hear Carmen coming up the stairs and stifle your pathetic sniffles, readying yourself for him. The smell of cigarettes and cologne comes with him as he enters the bedroom. You expect to feel him behind you but the familiar contact never comes. Instead he appears on the opposite side of the bed, tilting your face up with a finger under your chin.

“Got anything t’say for yourself?” he asks, his voice lacking the warmth you’re accustomed to. “Fuckin’ pathetic, crying jus’ cause y’re ‘bout to get the punishment you deserve.”

You sniffle, looking up at him with wet eyes, “was a brat t’night, ‘m s’rry carms,” you mumble, trying to nuzzle into the small point of contact he’s offering you.

Carmen’s jaw tenses and he pulls his hand away, landing a smack on your cheek. “Talk like a fucking grown up, will you?”

A whimper leaves you at the contact, your cheek stinging. “I-I was a brat tonight, and I’m sorry,” you repeat.

His eyes drift over your face, looking not unlike a predator surveying its prey. Without another word he leaves your field of vision to stand behind you. Lithe fingers raise the hem of your cocktail dress and reveal the dark, wet patch at the center of your lace underwear. The pair you’d worn just for him.

His hand lands a sharp smack to your ass, to which you cry out. You hear a dark chuckle from behind you, carmen’s fingers tracing the blossoming red mark. “You’re gonna count to ten, okay? An’ then you’re gonna take my cock like the slut you are, since y’were begging for it all night. That sound good, baby girl?”

You nod weakly, pouting a little. “Kiss?” you ask, and frown as Carmen shakes his head in response.

“Nuh-uh, y’haven’t earned it yet,” he massages your reddening skin before spanking you again. “What’s that, hm?”

“Two,” you manage, nestling your face into the pillow. You know how to take a punishment. Two sharp smacks come in quick succession, one on each cheek to lessen the sting, “three, f-four.”

“‘S good you still know how to count, y’stupid thing. You knew better than to act like that tonight, didn’t you?” You’re still bracing for another smack, but all you feel is his warm palm rubbing the area.

“I-I jus’ wanted some attention,” you counter, earning you a hard slap to your inner thigh as he pries your knees open wider. “Five—”

“Nope, that was jus’ for you still bein’ a fucking brat. You’re on four, and thin fucking ice,” he growls.

That shuts you up. You take the rest of his harsh spanks like you’re meant to, whimpering with each blow. Still, his hand finds some way to be gentle, caressing the skin and never smacking the same area too much. Carmen doesn’t want to hurt you, just put you in your place. After all, you were acting up in front of everyone tonight. “What’s that baby?” he asks condescendingly, after eight mind numbing spanks.

“Eight,” you whine, sniffling softly. Your words are followed by the softest kiss to the small of your back, the two quick smacks, “n-nine, ten.”

“That’s a good girl, all y’re good for is doin what I say, huh?” he says, two fingers hooking in the waist of your panties to pull them down. He doesn’t even remove his shirt, just rids himself of his suit jacket and tie, then gets his pants and boxers below his hips. Before you know it, the length of him has filled you and you’re whimpering at the stretch. It burns, but it burns so good as you sigh, settling your face into the pillow. One large hand finds the back of your neck, pressing you harder against the pillow. He isn’t hurting you, Carmen never would, but he’s got you pressed into the bed tightly. Full control, just the way he likes it. He sets a rough pace, hips slamming into yours with full thrusts. His hand still cradles the back of your neck, his other hand gripping your hip with bruising force.

“You got anything to say for yourself now?” Carmen asks.

Tears begin to stream down your cheeks at his pace, sharp thrusts fogging your mind. It’s hard to think when he’s fucking you like this, but you manage to respond. “I-I’m sorry,” you whine, face smushed into the pillow. The headboard bangs the wall with each heavy thrust inside you, your cunt squelching with sloppy noises. Even when he’s being mean, your body doesn’t lie. You need him more than anything in this moment.

Carmen slows down a bit, pulling out until just the tip is inside, then slamming his hips into you. He keeps this up for a but, mumbling, “should’ve known better than to act up like that baby, you know what happens.”

He’s right, you did know what you were teetering on the edge of tonight. At first your intentions were pure, you wanted some loving from your boyfriend who had been stolen away by fancy chefs, reporters, and other women alike all night. You just wanted to be near him, have his arm around your waist, but the busier he got the more you whined. Before you knew it you were acting like a brat, pouting as he spoke to a pretty young reporter. You knew you had nothing to worry about, Carmen being as loyal as they come, but something about the way she touched his arm lit a fire in you.

Another slap to your ass pulls you out of thought. “You listenin’ t’me?” Carmen asks, speeding up his thrusts. “I can feel you squeezin’ around me, but only good girls get to cum, don’t they?”

“I-I was a bad girl, Carms, ‘m sorry,” you cry softly, your brain going numb as your orgasm comes barrelling towards you.

“Yeah, you were,” he coos in a condescending tone, “needy fuckin’ whore. Needed daddy’s cock so bad you just had to make a scene, huh?”

All you can do is nod, your cunt squeezing around him as the coil in your core winds tighter and tighter. Soft whimpers fall from your lips and you manage, “please, please ‘ve been good for you—”

Carmen’s voice is a low growl when he responds, “nuh-uh, don’t cum yet. Don’t you dare fucking cum yet.”

You try, you really do, but he’s fucking you so good, tep brushing your cervix as your poor puffy clit grinds into the mattress with every harsh thrust. Before you know what’s happening a wave of white hop pleasure is cresting over your body, thighs shaking and chest heaving from the force of it.

“Daddy—fuck, fuck, fuck—daddy ‘m sorry, ‘m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face as he continues to fuck you. “Please! Please, ‘s too much, stop—”

As soon as the word leaves your mouth Carmen pulls out. You can hear his labored breath behind you, paired with the rustling of the sheets. Two stong arms lift you up into his lap, you hadn’t even felt him move up against the headboard, but your nose finds the place where his neck meets his shoulder and you let out a weak sob.

“Shh, shh, ‘s okay,” he mumbles, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You did good, so good, ‘s okay. Was daddy too hard on you, baby girl?”

Your heart swells at his sweet tone, pulling back so your teary eyes can meet his. He wipes the tears that have slid down your cheeks, kissing the wet tracks away as he waits for your response.

“N-no, not too much,” you mumble with a little sniffle, “jus’ didn’ mean to… don’t mean to be a bad girl,” you pout. “Don’t want you to be upset with me.”

Carmen smiles at your soft confession, two hands cradling your face. “I know baby, but you did do real good f’me tonight. I got it all out, now. You were a brat, but I fucked that right outta’ya, huh?”

You move off of him, sitting back on your thighs and licking your lips as you see the flushed head of his cock, just barely free from his dress pants and boxers. “Can I…” you trail off, bringing your fingers to the waist of his pants to tug them off.

Carmen helps you, lifting his hips until the clothing has been removed, then you’re kissing up his shaft, drawing soft groans from him. One hand cradles the back of your neck again as you go down on him, taking almost all of his length down your throat. What doesn’t fit in your mouth you work with your hand, twisting your wrist just to hear his pretty grunts and whimpers.

It doesn’t take long for Carmen to become putty in your hands, whining out soft praises at the way you take him. “Good girl—shit—tha’s my good girl,” he mumbles, two hands holding your head in place as he fucks into your throat. Not too rough, he’s put you through enough tonight, but he knows how much you like this. Submitting to him, pleasuring him. Your eyes flutter closed as he stuffs his cock down your throat, holding it there while his thighs shake.

Hot, salty ropes shoot down the back of your throat. You gag a bit but ensure you take every drop he gives you, swallowing and dutifully lolling out your tongue afterwards.

“Fuck,” Carmen manages, “c’mere baby girl.” He pulls you into the warmth of his arms, taking the thin sheet and covering your half naked bodies with it. Pajamas can wait, showers can wait, all of it’s a distraction anyway. What more could Carmen want, than his sweet girl in his arms?

THX 4 READING → dedicated to @carmenberzattosgf <33

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto imagine #carmy berzatto imagine #written by maggie [fics]

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months ago

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Death Wish 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, violence/abuse and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Bucky Barnes

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you're desperate for a way out of your life and you ask a powerful man for help (plus!reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

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Adrenaline buzzes in your ears and sears through your veins. You shouldn’t be here. Yet this place is no more treacherous than your home. Thing’s can’t get much worse so you may as well try to make them better.

Or maybe you’re so desperate for it to end, that you don’t care how.

You stand before the two men in their dark suits. They mutter as if you can’t hear them, “Warren’s girl.”

“One of them,” the other intones.

“Boss said not to bother.”

You sway, your hands twined up behind your back. You expect to be turned away but you’re not ready for it. You chew the tip of your tongue.

“I can wait,” you say.

The don’t acknowledge you. They turn to block you out with their shoulders and lower their voices. One glances over his shoulder at you, Walker? Or something.

“Your daddy send you?” He asks.

You shake your head. You should probably lie but you’re no good at that. The throbbing in your swollen lip assures you of that.

“So why should we let you in to see the boss? You out here at midnight looking like a tramp,” he challenges as he faces you again.

“Hey, she looks like she’s had it bad enough. Don’t be a dick,” the other man reproaches. “Look, sweetheart,” he steps forward. “Man’s busy. With important business. Whatever you’re looking for, ask your daddy.”

You could sob. Your father has no idea you’re there. If he did... if he knew why...

Your shoulders slump and you hang your head in defeat. Why did you think this would work? It’s a fantasy. That same escapist wish you make every night when you cry yourself to sleep.

You close your eyes and see Adrienne’s teary-eyes and Kitty’s helpless expression. You can’t let your sisters down. You can’t stand to see them suffer any longer. You can take it all, but it’s seeing him raise his hand to them that guts you.

“I need to see him,” you raise your head. “I can wait.”

You say you can but if your father realises you’re gone, if he finds out where you’ve gone, or even manages to guess why...

Walker sighs. He elbows the other man. “Go tell him so can come back and tell her to scram on his orders.”

The other man returns a dark look but goes inside. You hug yourself and shiver in the night air. You have only your quarter-zip sweater and a pair of silky pajama pants. You’re not surprised the men can barely keep from laughing at you.

You wait. It takes longer than you expect. If anything, you would think they would only pretend to tell the boss. That’s what they all do. They lie. They ignore you. They just don’t care. So why are you here? Why would this go any other way?

Before you can wave the white flag, the door opens.

“In,” the man holds the door as he steps out.

You flinch and Walker sneers at his partner in confusion. You’re just as surprised. The other man huffs.

“Well, he said you got five minutes, so get.”

You waver on your feet then scurry forward. You step inside the dark brick building, another man waiting just inside. He’s silent as he points you down the hall. He directs you with the terse gestures; upstairs, to the left, around another corner.

You stop before a door with another duo standing vigil by the door posts. The left one knocks, tilts his head to listen, the opens it. You’re pointed inside.

Your nerves flurry and wrap you up in a billowing storm. What are you doing? That question doesn’t matter. It’s too late.

You drag your feet inside. The door slams at your back. The room is dim, lit only by a lamp with a glass shade on the large desk across from you. Behind that, sit a man. The man. Bucky Barnes. The boss. The king.

He sits with his elbow bent over the armrest of his chair. He watches you calmly. You stand in silence by the door. He beckons you closer with two fingers.

“Can’t see you back there, doll.” He says.

You hold your breath and come forward. You gulp as you stop within a foot of the carved desk. Your eyes scour the vintage print of the wallpaper and the wooden paneling. This place is steeped in history.

He raises his hand, cradling his face as he brings to fingers to his lips. He watches you patiently. Waiting. You stare back at him. You’ve never seen him this close. You don’t even know if your father has.

“Why are you here?” He asks at last.

Your eyes narrow on the gold sheen on his pinky. It’s the only safe place to look. You feel like you’ll melt in the blaze of his oceanic irises. You exhale.

“I need someone dead.”

He doesn’t answer. Your words dangle in the air as he mulls them. You purse your lips and wince at the pain in the split along the swollen flesh.

“A man. The one who did that to you?” He sits up straight and points at you. You follow the glint of his ring. You nod. “Low life. Let me guess, daddy doesn’t know you been sneaking around.”

You shake your head, “he doesn’t know I’m here. Or that I’m asking.” You take another breath as your eyes water. You bring your hand up to your cheek as it pulses. Your father’s knuckles left a nasty welt. “Because it’s him. He’s the one who did this. And I want him dead.”

He scoffs, more amused than disbelieving.

“Warren’s a soldier of mine. You're asking me to off him?”

“I’m begging,” you finally make yourself look him in the eye. His is formidable man. Dark hair, dark beard, a touch of grey here and there. Even at this hour, he wears a nice suit and sits with authority. “Please, my sisters--”

“And how are you and your sisters going to make up for his cut. He brings in money. What can you give me?”

“You can take everything. We just want to be free,” you say.

He clucks, “what he has now is nothing compared to a lifetime of what he can get.”

You lower your lashes. That’s it. At least he didn’t laugh because you almost did when you said it out loud. Your father isn’t going to die. He’s so rancid, even death doesn’t want him. He’s not human, he’s a curse. And this man you’re asking for mercy, he’s the same kind.

“Sorry for the bother,” you eke out. “I was mistaken.”

“So you were,” he agrees. “Go home. Put some ice on it.”

It’s like another punch in the face. You nod, “thank you, sir.”

“You can go,” he dismisses.

“Yes, sir.” You put your head down and drag your foot back.

“Ah,” he tuts.

Your eyes flick up. He extends his hand across the desk. Right. He is still who he is. You step closer as he holds his hand steady. You bow down and kiss the sigil on his ring. An outdated and demeaning gesture.

Before you can stand straight, his large hand frames your chin. He pushes your head up as your eyes round. You stare at him as his gaze drifts down to your neck. The bruises by the zipper of your sweater tingle.

“You were never here,” he lets you go.

“Understood,” you retreat, “sorry again for wasting your time.”

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #series #drabble #au #mob au #death wish #marvel #mcu #captain america #winter soldier #avengers

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court-jobi · 7 months ago

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Hi! What are headcannons for izuku and wife reader in bed?

Oooo more headcanons for anon, comin' right up~ 18+ only, babes-- SFW here if you fancy!

A/N: Y'all are sending me the most darling asks! Due to board meetings and theatre prep I'm still working through this week's requests, on top of some long-awaited fics I can't wait to share... but I have a three day weekend ahead of me! thank you so much for all the inspo! keep em coming if there's something special you'd like to see~

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Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!reader

SPICY MARRIED HEADCANONS!

Your Izuku is a fairly traditional man who's set on claiming you as a life partner first before getting fully intimate with you. The very night you proposed to one another ((#whenaskingfeelsright)) tested that restraint out of pure excitement for the future with you. His chest could have burst-- but also settled with such deep love, he's truly never slept better.

His mind might have rushed a million miles an hour with plans of your life together at the tip of his tongue, but the amorous dial was tuned down only by his lightning-sure concern for the concussion you were nursing that night... You wanted more from him, through lingering hands trying to draw him close and coax him into the bath with you...

"I don' think that's smart right now, love," Izuku purred down to you over the edge of the bathtub he drew for you, "want it as I might. I think we need to keep you nice and relaxed and calm while you recover for a bit. Is that ok?" "I am calm," you mumbled against his neck, laying a little kiss there. "I am relaxed. N'so are you. Yer so r'laxing." "M'sorry, baby, but I have to take care of you. All of you- including this big brain of yours," Izuku kissed it for good measure. "But believe me.. I want nothing more than for my beautiful wife-to-be to feel better enough to show her how much I wanna love on her..."

And love on you he can. Well.

It's not that you haven't tested the waters together. The day your makeouts turned heated -when you'd started grinding atop his thigh in a shallow attempt to get off, he'd been so flustered. It's clear from that early interaction; Izuku hadn't had a wealth of experience till you dated.

But once he realized he could bring these sounds out of you, make you melt into him, by his hand alone...

"Like... J-just touching you? That- this feels good? Yeah.. y-yeah, I can do that.. Tell me what feels good, love. Tell me just like this, m'listening.."

VERY vocal- very, very vocal. Not necessarily in volume, but in range. Izuku's voice flips at every little sensation, often. Every little graze of his cock will have him squirming in his seat. You can barely brush a hand or blow a quick rush of air along his tummy, and he will shudder involuntarily. He'd be so flighty and hyper aware of it at first-- at least until you assure him you're addicted to the sounds he makes, and that you love knowing how real those sounds are, hearing him moan with his whole chest- all for you.

Wanted low to no lights on at first... then you tried setting some mood with some smokey blue or purple ambient light, letting it bathe you both in just a bit of hue. Turns out, Izuku loved the change instead of cowering for the lightswitch: not simply for how ethereal it made you look, but how his insecurities just melted away in the light. Turns out, he was pinpointing every single one of his scars with cruel precision; and that's not how you view him at all. You helped him see light was nothing to fear-- he just needed the right filter of your love to let him see himself better.

And when you finally were gifted that private night all to yourselves after your getaway drive from the excitable venue space

-when you were settling onto your knees on the wedding suite's bed with exploring hands and barely any clothes

-when you asked Izuku ever so gently if he wanted to go to sleep or go to bed, he learned just how much he'd been missing out on:

You mean he can run his hands all the way up and down your bare back? He can scoop you up into his arms and just play with your tits? He can kiss every inch of you with nothing in the way-- and you LET him? He only ever wanted this with you, and has his dream fulfilled.

Loves anything praise. Whispering into his ear, raking through his hair with loving hands, pulling when you want him to look at you. He'll praise you endlessly too, especially when he's particularly lovesick for you.

"you're so warm... I've never felt this warm in my life. Oh God, mmmmmng, ugh y're just perfect, mmmmmng baby, b-babybslowdownicantbreathe NNNNG!!"

Izuku is gone over you. Slotting himself against you and shoving himself into the heat of you is a homecoming for him. He'll push and thrust with every breath he can manage, lost in every sensation while begging for more, begging for praise, begging for your touch like it's life-giving. Missionary is his die-hard favorite, but Lotus a very close second- for the views alone.

Morning sex? Izuku is down. Post-brunch playtime? Izuku is already having his 'second breakfast'. Naptime cuddles turn a bit more on the frisky side? Guess who's fault that is. Jumping to dessert before dinner? Guess who again. Izuku Midoriya holds no set 'spicy hours'; whatever his wife wants, his wife gets.

(personal take) but I'd think with how hard that man works, how much thought he puts into everything he does, how he ties such a great deal of his personal commitment and worth into his pursuits... it would be extremely hard to get Izuku out of 'work mode' and into a spicy headspace very easily.

He can't get turned on with just a single look at you. You're a sight for sore eyes at the end of the day- no doubt in mind about that! But he's gonna take some TLC before he's ready to jump into bed.

But give him a backrub, a hand massage, or the space to vent out all his leftover feelings and frustrations. Izuku will feel free, once it's all off his chest... then he'll look to you expectantly, ready and waiting for some beloved cockwarming. His chin will lift, some bidden tears may form at his lash line, and he'll look to you to relieve the rest.

"M'head's too full, honey. C'you make it stop? Please..?" "I just want you. Just want you." "Don' wanna talk about it anymore. Day's done. But this-- this, I want. This, I can do. I-I can be... I can be 'me' here.. right? You still love me like this?" "No one can settle me like you, sweet girl. Nothing comes close, feeling like this. Oh baby, please-- please can I have you? I'll be so gentle, I promise, please?"

When you're away for work (after your intimate life has been established), he truly thinks he's sore outta luck whenever he can't be with you in person... but you have other ideas to the first time you call him after the first four-day stretch of radio silence due to top-secret meetings... when he stretches while getting up from his seat and moans over the phone by accident...

"Careful how much noise you're making, sweetie," you have to tease him- just a little, "that does things to a girl."

"W-what?!"

"You heard me."

He's buffering. Chucking low, which only makes it worse.

"I do miss you," he offers shyly.

"I miss you too," you answer wistfully. "So much, my love."

"What have you got left? Two weeks?"

"Three, hun."

He hums a little agitated again, and you re-settle in your seat,

"'Zuku, what'd I just say?"

He's laughing incredulously now.

"Aw c'mon, you're turned on just hearing me stretch? I can't even complain how much I miss you?!"

"Nope. Not allowed.. unless you're trying to start somethin'~ "

He's quiet for a beat- off his guard. Izuku is scared to say something else, bc the soft noise in his throat is beating at him to come out. Had you been in front of him, you might have been able to see that shift.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Goodness, you're trouble..."

"You miss having trouble around~"

This makes him sigh, knowing all to well. "You know I do..."

"How much, teach?"

The formal petname both alarms and pleases him, you're sure about that. It's the first affectionate nickname you'd called him... but knowing he'd have to face his class of twenty with a straight face, the fact that you're sighing that title now gives him thoughts. Dirty thoughts.

"Don't call me that..."

"Awww why not?"

"Because my students call me that! And I have to be there in an hour and run them through evac drills today, and they're gonna be callin' after me, nonstop.."

"mmm so you're busy?"

...it's a trap... But Izuku falls straight into it.

You see it now, 13 hours away: Izuku, testing the accuracy of the clock on the wall with the one on his watch. Izuku ,sliding his morning coffee back onto the counter. Izuku, with the glow of morning sun still climbing through your windows in the front room, walking to make himself comfortable, calculating the riskiest wager and clearing his voice from away from the speakerphone.

You're rewarded for your soft voice that drips with desire; he's sat in his oversized papasan chair you two normally double up in for a nap- you can hear the creaks from the receiver, where he takes a knee before turning into it, already sinking his hand onto his partially unzipped fly.

He'll talk about anything and everything relating to you in order to make these next three weeks fly by faster. Anything to get you on a plane back home. Anything to get you back in bed.

"Not too busy for my pretty girl."

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allthesmutl0vers · 7 months ago

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Hi! I have a request if you accept.

George and the reader have been dating (sort of secretly) for a while now. The reader is someone who falls outside the typical, generic Slytherin image. She is kind and calm (well, mostly). Until some of her rude bully friends started messing with George, his family and this 'blood traitor' thing about the Weasley name. This is a definite turning point. The reader definitely proves to everyone that she is truly a Slytherin. She shows her scary and cruel side to those who deserve it. From now on, no one will mess with the ones she loves, she can do anything for the guy she loves. Possessive and protective. George's jaw drops... and after all this they may need to find some privacy.

Oo! I love this idea!!😃 Thank you so much for sending it to me 💗Let me see what I can do. Sorry this took me a day to get to, love.

MDNI, NSFW, 18+.

Requests: OPEN

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Pairing: George Weasley x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,959

Summary: Nobody in Slytherin could ever imagine being caught dead with someone from another house, let alone from Gryffindor. Nobody but you, at least. You've always kept to yourself, especially when it comes to your relationship with a certain Weasley twin. Everyone, including even your friends, wonders how you ended up in Slytherin. When those same friends go too far with their deplorable insults, you decide to show them exactly why you were sorted into Slytherin.

TW: Bullying, Name calling, Violence, Smut (P! in V! -You're on birth control), Oral (F! Receiving), Praise, Possessive!George, Protective!George, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Breeding adjacent?- Not sure about this last tw, lmk in the comments if that's what it is.

Song Inspo: Click here (River: Bishop Briggs)

"I'm just saying, this school has gone to the dogs," Pansy huffs. "I mean, seriously, how could Dumbledore think having a werewolf as a professor is a good idea?"

"It was last year, Pansy. Get over it," I mutter as I try to focus on my book. She's nice enough, but I swear to Merlin, she can never just sit in silence. And when she can't think of anything to talk about, she somehow finds a way to talk shit about someone else.

"Didn't peg you for a half-breed sympathizer," pansy quips, leaning back on her hands as we sit in the courtyard.

I roll my eyes, cursing myself for saying anything at all. Because now I'm sucked into a conversation I never wanted to be a part of. "I could say the same thing to you. Isn't your family currently harboring Greyback?" I ask with a raised brow over my book.

"Hush up about that, will you?" Pansy asks as she looks around the courtyard in a panic. "Nobody is supposed to know."

I do my best to ignore her, trying to go back to my book. But when I see George Weasley come into the courtyard with his twins and a band of Gryffindors, and a mix of the other two houses, I can't pull my eyes away.

I watch as he pulls something out of his pocket. It lights up like a sparkler, and he begins to toss it back and forth with Fred while the others around them 'oo' and 'ahh.' Probably the Whiz-Bangs he was telling me about in our last little rendezvous in the room of requirement, a new invention that they've been working on. His eyes meet mine and he smiles, biting the corner of his lower lip as he catches it again.

I smile back, wishing more than anything that I could just go up and be with him publicly. George has mentioned wanting to go public with our relationship, but being a Slytherin princess makes it a little more than difficult.

Going back generations, all of my family has been sorted into Slytherin. And although my parents are a little more progressive than most Slytherin alumni, they've made it clear how they feel about me dating outside of my house.

"Ugh, look them over there. Tossing around that garbage," Pansy huffs, annoyed.

Before I can say anything, she's already up and walking over with Daphne Greengrass. Shit. I stand up, too, and walk behind them as we approach the small circle that has started to form around Fred and George. "Hey!" Pansy shouts, shoving her way through.

Fred and George look between me and Pansy with confused looks and a knot of nerves forms deep in my stomach. "What do you want, Parkinson?" Fred bites back.

"Surprised you managed to slither your way out of the dungeon," George adds with a smirk.

Pansy crosses her arms over her chest with a huff. "How dare you talk to me like that," she spits at them with a venom-laced tone. "I'm just shocked you managed to actually make something. Aren't you failing nearly everything? What's up? Weasley's can't afford a tutor?" She quips.

My fists clench at my sides. It's not fair to blame the children for parents not making more money. Especially when they're the kindest people in the world. I watch George's jaw tick with annoyance. "Better than sucking dick to get a good grade. Or were you on your knees in front of Snape for another reason?" George fires back.

I purse my lips to keep myself from smiling. Nobody is supposed to know that except for me, but the look on Pansy's face makes it well worth telling George about.

Pansy's face turns bright red as everyone around us gasps and starts whispering among themselves. "Shut up," she seethes with anger. She turns to me, and I see her nostrils flare. She knows I had to be the one who told him. "How fucking dare you?" She spits at me. "You promised not to tell anyone. And you tell that filthy fucking blood traitor?!" She practically screams.

Something inside of me snaps, and I look over at George, who is already drawing his wand. I shake my head softly before turning back to Pansy. "Actually, he just guessed. You just outed yourself," I quip, taking a step closer to her. "And don't fucking talk about him like that," I snap at her.

"You're defending him?!" She gasps, pointing to George. "You're a Slytherin, for Merlin's sake. Have some fucking class," she says with disgust. "Talking with blood traitors," she shakes her head. "What would your parents say?"

Everyone around us falls silent. I've never talked this much. Most of these people have probably never heard me talk at all. "You're one to talk about class, Parkinson," I step closer to her. "Your family is so fucking inbred it's a miracle you're even able to write your name."

Pansy begins to shake with anger as she draws her wand, and I draw mine, too, holding it at my side. "You disgust me. The fact you can call yourself a Slytherin with that filthy mud-blood of a mother is beyond me," she snaps. "And defending a blood traitor to top it off?" She scoffs with disgust.

I grip my wand tight. "Say blood traitor one more time, and I'll remind you just how much of a Slytherin I am."

Pansy clenches her jaw before she opens her mouth. "Blood-"

"Flipendo!" I flick my wand, throwing Pansy back five feet and making her land on her ass. Everyone laughs, including Fred and George.

Pansy stands up in a hurry, brushing off her skit as she aims her wand at me. "Locomotor Wibbly!" she flicks her wand at me, casting the jelly-legs jinx.

George steps in front of me, dodging the jinx with a wave of his wand. "That's enough!" He yells, making everyone fall silent again. Fred and George don't yell in anger, so it catches everyone, myself included by surprise.

"I got it, Georgie," I say without looking at him as I move to stand in front of him. "Levicorpus!" I jinx Pansy, holding her up in the air by her ankles with a dangle of my wand. She screams, frantically trying to cover herself with her skirt. "Had enough?" I ask her with a bite in my tone.

"Let me down!" She screams as everyone points and laughs at her granny panties. Don't try to jinx someone on laundry day.

"That doesn't sound like an apology," I taunt with a smirk as I turn, waving my wand and Pansy over the fountain, holding her a few inches above the water.

"I'm sorry!" Pansy screams as I feel George put a hand possessively on my waist.

"Don't apologize to me," I taunt, leaning into George's touch. Fuck what anyone says.

Pansy looks at George and Fred, who moves to stand at George's side. "I'm sorry!" She cries with tears falling as she hangs upside down over the fountain.

I smirk and pull my wand back, breaking the invisible rope that holds her upside down and she falls into the fountain with a splash. I walk over to the fountain, leaning over the side. "Don't ever let me hear you say shit about any of them again. Got it?" I spit at her as she drips with water.

Pansy nods without a word, sniffling back her tears. I let out a deep breath and turn to see the large crowd that gathered as I dueled with Pansy. "Show's over," I tell them all as I walk up to George.

"Damn, didn't know you had that in you," Fred jokes, running a hand through his red hair.

I huff a laugh. "You know what they say about the quiet ones," I smirk. "I couldn't let her stand there and talk shit about you guys or your family," I tell them both before turning to look up at George. "Let alone my boyfriend," I say softly, admitting what we are aloud for the first time.

George smiles wide and pulls me into his chest. "Finally ready to admit it, huh?" He chuckles, the vibration of it reverberating against my chest as I wrap my arms around his waist.

"Maybe," I shrug and smile looking up into his eyes.

George bites his lip and leans down to my ear, his breath sending pleasurable shivers down my spine as he speaks softly in my ear. "As much as I would love to show you off right now, I need you."

My thighs clench at his words as he pulls back to look into my eyes. "Room of requirement?" I tease.

"That or I take you right here, show everyone who you belong to. But better decide quick, angel."

I chuckle and roll my eyes. "Room of requirement it is."

George leads me through the castle with his hand wrapped tightly around mine, and for the first time, I don't mind giving people a glimpse into my personal life. All of the whispers about George Weasley being with a Slytherin girl roll right off of my back. They don't matter. All that matters right now is getting to where we're going and George blowing my back out.

The door to the room of requirement opens and we walk inside to see the usual lay it that it knows we need.

A bed along the wall, with the silkiest sheets I have ever felt in my life, a small bathroom to clean up in, and a table with a chair. Not really sex up for sex. It appears to be for a student who needs their own room for the night. But it's perfect for what we need it for.

George kisses me as he walks me backward to the bed. The back of my knees hit the bed, and he lifts me up by my thighs without missing a beat. George lays me back on the bed, my head landing on the pillow as he kneels between my thighs.

I moan as George kisses down my jaw, trailing kisses to the sweet spot behind my ear and down my neck, nipping and sucking the tender skin as the blood beneath his lips rushes through my veins.

George props himself up with one arm as his free hand slides up my thigh, gripping it tightly right at the apex. "I've waited so long to make you mine," he groans as my hands work to unbutton his pants between us.

"I was already yours," I breathe as I get his pants undone.

George's fingers slide my panties to the side as he runs his fingers through my folds, landing on my clit and eliciting a moan to leave my lips. "But now everyone knows you belong to me," he moans softly as I pull his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock and pump it in my hand.

"My parents are going to lose their fucking minds," I moan when he inserts two fingers inside of me as his thumb works my clit.

George smirks and leans down to press a kiss to my lips. "Then you can stay with me and mine," he says like a promise. "Let them lose it, I'll be your shield."

I flip us over so I'm straddling his hips, grinding myself down on him. "Careful, Georgie. Or else I might start to think you're in love with me," I tease as I unbutton my shirt and toss it aside.

George sits up, his chest flush with mine as I straddle him. He reaches around me, kissing my chest as he removes my bra. "Would that be such a bad thing, angel?" George teases as he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and starts to suck, nipping the sensitive peak with his teeth.

My head falls back as my fingers run through his hair, pulling him back, and he releases my nipple with a 'pop.' "Only if you don't mean it," I moan softly.

George groans with pleasure. He removes the rest of our clothes with a flick of his wand and impales me on his hard, waiting cock, making me gasp loudly. "Does it feel like I mean it?" He growls, his hand wrapping around to the back of my hair and pulling my head back.

I lift myself up and thrust back down on him, taking him deep inside of me. "Fuck, yes," I moan.

George grips my hip with a bruising force as he works me on top of him. "Then say it. Say you love me," he demands in a husky voice.

"I love you," I moan as he releases his grip on my hair just enough for me to meet his gaze. "Fuck, I love you, George."

George moans as his hand moves from my hair to the back of my neck, pulling me down with him as he lays back and thrusts his hips into mine. "God, I love you, too," he moans. "Such a good girl for me," he groans as his free hand lands on my ass with a hard smack.

I gasp and moan as the sting slowly melts into pleasure, and he does it again. "Yes, George," I pant as he thrusts up into me with a brutal pace.

George flips us, removing his cock from me and diving between my thighs. He throws my legs over his shoulders, and he holds my hips down, and his tongue lands on my clit. "Fuck!" I cry out as my hands grip his hair. "George!"

George uses his fingers to hold my folds apart, opening me up more for him, lapping at my clit with his whole tongue, and shaking his head, threatening to send me right over the edge. My legs clamp around his face, and he moans right onto my clit, adding vibration to top everything else off. The overstimulation is too much, and my fingers tug at his hair, desperate to be free and also not wanting him to stop what he's doing.

"G-G-George!" I cry out with a whimper as my legs start to shake around his head. "Please!"

George grips my thighs from underneath and pushes them up to my chest. "Don't interrupt my meal," he warns me with a dark gaze. "Now keep those fucking legs up."

I hold the metal bedframe above my head with a white-knuckled grip, and George keeps my legs pushed up to my chest. "You wanna cum, angel?" George teases me as he flicks my clit with an annoying soft touch with his tongue.

"Yes, George, please," I beg helplessly as my back arches.

"Then do it. Cum on my face like the good girl you are for me," he taunts before his tongue laps at my clit again. His words and his tongue send me over the edge. My toes curl, and my back and neck arch so far I'm scared they'll break, but I can't bring myself to care if they do.

After George rides me through my orgasm, he leans over me, lines himself up with my entrance, and thrusts into me harshly. "Fuck!" I moan loudly as he leans down to nip at my neck.

"You look so beautiful with my cock buried inside of you," he moans as he holds my thighs. "Think you can cum for me again, angel?"

I shake my head. "I- I can't," I moan pathetically, already feeling another one build. I grips his wrists as his hands hold my thighs up to my chest.

"Mm, I think you can," he teases. He knows I can. He does this every time. It's a game to us, I tell him I can't cum again, and he drags another one out of me. He punctuates with another hard thrust, and I swear I can feel him in my guts with the angle he's fucking me. "Hands on the bedframe," he demands.

I reach above my head, gripping the metal bedframe again. "Such a good girl for me," George moans as he pulls my legs up to rest on his shoulders and leans down, forcing me to take him deeper. "Want me to fill you up, angel?" He teases.

"Yes, fuck, yes!" I moan loudly as he fucks me hard.

"Beg for it," George says sternly, slowing his thrusts to a teasing pace.

I whimper underneath him, keeping my hands above my head. "Please, Georgie. Please fill me with your cum," I beg pathetically, the way he can make me.

"Fuck, I love hearing you beg," George moans as his thrusts quicken again, slamming into me harder.

The tether inside of me begins to fray, ready to snap once again. "George, I'm gonna cum again," I pant with a moan as my eyes roll back.

One of George's hands grips the back of my neck. "Me too, angel. Eyes up, baby," he demands as his thrusts begin to stagger.

My hands leave the bedframe, gripping his arms as he thrusts into me again, and our orgasms hit at the same time. The room a symphony of moans, pants, and a mix of each other's names. Once we ride out our highs, George lays down next to me on the bed, letting out a heavy breath as he pulls me to his side, my head resting on his shoulder. Fuck the last class of the day, and fuck whatever consequences that come from us not being careful as we snuck in here together.

And a big 'fuck you' to my parents if they have anything negative to say when they hear about my relationship. They can get fucked, because I know I will be.

#george weasley smut #george weasly x reader #george weasley x reader #george weasley #harry potter smut

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The Trouble With Love Is

Trouble in Mind

Summary: Las Vegas, 1952. James Buchanan Barnes is the newest, and youngest, Capo in town. But amid the glitz and shadows of the Strip, he never expects to find you, the beautiful singer who vanished from his life six years ago without a trace. After a night of passion you hurry home and Bucky follows. He finds out your secret. And he's not going to let you keep it to yourself.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Lounge Singer!Reader

A/N: This is angsty, but not totally dark. Big thanks to @princessphilly and @ljstraightnochaser for giving inspo, tossing ideas, and talking history with me. This story is by no means over. Let me know what you think!

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Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Angst. Steve and Sam (they are warnings!), Bucky is very angry. Possessive, domineering Bucky, heart break, betrayal, (non-consentual) absentee father, lies, deception, passion, angry/makeup (?) sex, raw p in v, breeding kink, creampie, cum kink.

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The moment you sensed that Bucky knew about you and Jamie, you knew you needed to leave.

You didn’t send Jamie to school that morning. Instead, you packed light, a single suitcase with only the essentials.

On the way to the station, you withdrew the money you’d been stashing away for years. Just enough to disappear. One-way tickets north, straight to Canada.

You didn’t call the club. That would tip Bucky off.

Beyond that, you didn’t let yourself think about what came next.

Not about the ache in your chest or the weight of the past.

Or the night you spent with Bucky.

You just had to keep moving.

Jamie clutched your hand, his small fingers squeezing tight as you bent down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Where are we going, Mama?”

“On an adventure, baby.”

You tried to smile, but Jamie wasn’t buying it. His brows knit together in that way that made him look so much like his father.

“You in trouble, Mama?”

Your breath caught.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because it feels like we’re running away.”

—--

The station was quiet in the early morning, thick with the scent of coal and iron. You kept Jamie close, your heart hammering as you stole glances over your shoulder.

No sign of him. Maybe you got lucky.

Maybe Bucky didn’t know.

Or maybe… he’d decided to let you go.

Then you heard it.

Boots on the platform.

Jamie’s fingers curled tighter around yours, his small body pressing close. He felt it too, the shift in the air.

You turned.

Bucky stood at the edge of the platform, hands in his pockets, watching you like he’d been expecting this. Like he knew you’d run. The morning light caught the sharp lines of his face, the set of his jaw, and the fury barely restrained in those icy blue eyes.

“You really think you could leave me again?”

His voice was calm, and that made it worse.

You swallowed hard.

“Bucky–”

He held up a hand.

“Don’t.”

Jamie peeked up at him, curiosity alight in his wide eyes. He didn’t know who this man was, didn’t understand why your fingers trembled in his.

Bucky’s gaze flickered to the boy, and something cracked in his expression. Not anger. Something else. Something raw.

You took a step back, gripping Jamie’s hand tighter.

“Let us go, Bucky.”

His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“Have you lost your mind?”

The train whistle blew, steam hissing into the air. It was preparing to leave.

But Bucky didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stood there, staring at the boy like he was seeing a ghost. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as the conductor called for final boarding.

One thought filled your mind.

You could still run.

But Jamie was looking up at Bucky now, wide-eyed, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the man’s composed facade.

“What’s your name, kid?” Bucky asked as if he didn’t know.

Jamie hesitated, glancing at you before answering.

“James.”

Bucky exhaled sharply, like he’d been punched in the gut. His fingers twitched at his sides.

“James, huh?”

Jamie nodded. “Mama calls me Jamie, though.”

Bucky swayed slightly on his feet, his chest rising and falling a little too fast. He didn’t take his eyes off the child.

Jamie squared his small shoulders.

“I’m five! I’m a big boy,” he declared. “And when I get older, I wanna be called Jay.”

Bucky let out a short laugh, shaking his head, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His son. His son stood before him, defiant, bright-eyed, and looking so much like him it made his heart ache.

“Jay, huh?”

He crouched down to Jamie’s level, his voice softening. But his eyes flicked up to you, pinning you in place.

“You know, I had a name picked out for my son once.”

Your stomach twisted.

Jamie tilted his head. “What was it?”

Bucky didn’t look away from you. “James.”

Jamie blinked. “But that’s my name!”

Bucky’s jaw ticked, and then he smiled. He reached out, ruffling Jamie’s dark curls.

“Yeah, kid,” he murmured, voice thick. “Yeah, it is. It’s also my name.”

Jamie grinned, pleased with the connection. But you saw it, the way emotion flickered in Bucky’s eyes, the weight of realization settling deep in his chest. Then he looked back at you. And you knew what came next.

“Where’s your father?” Bucky asked, his voice deceptively calm.

Your throat tightened. You had never wanted to lie to Jamie. You just wanted to protect him.

Jamie shrugged. “Mama says he was in the war.”

You saw the moment it hit Bucky. His jaw locked, his shoulders tensed, and his breath came a little too fast.

“In the war?” he echoed, voice low as he pinned you with an icy glare.

You didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. Bucky laughed, but there was no humor in it.

“That’s all you told him?”

“It’s all he needed to know.”

The train whistle blew again. Final call.

Bucky took a step forward. Then another.

“You were gonna take him and disappear again,” he said, voice quiet, lethal. “You really thought I’d let you?”

Your hands trembled. Jamie looked between you both, sensing the tension, feeling the shift in the air.

Bucky reached for Jamie’s other hand.

“C’mon,” he said, voice unreadable. “We’re going home.”

Bucky wasn’t asking.

He was telling.

—--

The elevator ride to Bucky’s penthouse was silent, save for Jamie’s soft humming. It was an old church tune, something Miss Thea played on the radio in the mornings.

Bucky recognized it. But he didn’t say so.

The apartment was just as you remembered, polished floors, sleek furniture, wide windows overlooking the Vegas skyline. But it wasn’t the same. Now, there was an endless chasm between you.

Jamie didn’t seem to notice. He looked around, eyes wide.

“This is a big place,” he observed. “Where’s your room?”

Bucky smirked.

“You asking to sleep in my bed already?”

Jamie giggled. You didn’t.

Bucky led him deeper inside, his rage buried but not gone. With Jamie, he was open, easy, already slipping into the role of a father. But when he looked at you?

Ice.

You watched them, Bucky’s effortless warmth toward Jamie only making the distance between you more unbearable. He had stepped into this role without hesitation, while your world was still spinning.

Jamie fell asleep almost instantly, curled up on the plush couch, fingers tucked under his cheek. You sat beside him, smoothing his curls, your chest tightening with every peaceful breath he took.

Bucky stood across from you, watching.

“You’re staying,” he finally said, voice steady.

Your lips parted, a protest forming, but he cut you off before you could start.

“You’re staying,” he repeated, softer now. “Both of you.”

You swallowed hard.

“You can’t just—”

“I can.” He stepped closer, gaze searching yours. “And I will.”

“Bucky…”

He crouched before you, eyes locking onto yours with a deadly intensity. In that moment, you understood how he commanded criminals and thieves.

“You should’ve told me.”

You exhaled shakily.

“I know.”

His jaw tightened.

“We’ll talk about it. Later.”

He glanced at Jamie, then back to you.

“But for now? You’re mine. Both of you.”

Your chest ached, but you didn’t argue. Because despite everything, you weren’t sure you ever stopped being his.

“You can take the guest room,” he said, nodding toward a door across the hall from his.

“Bucky—”

“What I said is final, Lark.”

Then, without another word, he lifted Jamie into his arms. The boy stirred only slightly, blinking sleepily at Bucky before resting his head against his shoulder. He had no idea what storm raged between the adults in the room.

Bucky laid him down gently, gaze lingering on him before he stepped back and shut the door. When he turned back to you, the space between you widened.

“Is Jamie just supposed to stay here like some prince in a tower? What school is he supposed to go to, Bucky? The Golden Nugget Casino?”

Bucky frowned, clearly not having thought that far ahead.

You scoffed.

“You really are naïve.”

His jaw ticked. As he walked away from you, not trusting himself.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that for all the things you think you know about this world, you still don’t get this.”

You gestured between you.

“Jamie can’t just walk into any school in this city, Bucky. He can’t sit next to just any kid.”

Bucky held your gaze, unreadable. He had seen war, lived through blood and fire, but this was something he’d never truly had to face. Not like you had.

After a beat, he turned to the bar and poured himself a drink, downing it in one gulp.

“Steve and Sam can take him to school every day.”

Then, as if making a decision in real-time, he looked at you with a calculating edge.

“You can leave if you want. Fine. But Jamie is staying here.”

Your eyes narrowed.

“You know I’m not leaving my child with a stranger.”

Bucky’s rage simmered just below the surface, but his voice remained eerily calm.

“I’m his father. You haven’t confirmed it, but you haven’t denied it either.”

Then, after a beat, “And you left me.”

Your blood boiled.

“You, James Buchanan Barnes, are not my child. You are a grown-ass man. And you don’t understand half of what you think you do. I’m not leaving Jamie, but I have to work. And so do you.”

Bucky didn’t like how much you knew about his vulnerabilities.

“Don’t worry about me. You don’t have to work. But you can if you want to. I’m hiring Miss Thea to watch him.”

That made you pause.

“Miss Thea?”

“She’s the only one you trust, right?”

His voice was smoother now, more measured.

“She’ll stay here with him while you’re at work.”

You swallowed hard, mind racing. You didn’t like this, didn’t like how easily he had taken control. But the truth was, Miss Thea was the only person you’d ever trusted with Jamie.

Bucky watched you, waiting for you to push back.

“I need my…”

“Sam and Steve are getting your things,” he cut in smoothly, barely looking up as he rolled his cuffs.

His tone left no room for argument. And staring at his forearms wasn’t helping your resistance. You were extremely frustrated.

“You really think you can just make decisions for me now?”

He finally met your gaze.

“If you’re staying, then that’s all there is to it.”

Before you could fire back, he turned and walked out of the apartment, shutting the door behind him.

Bucky didn’t trust you.

Not anymore. And you weren’t sure he ever would.

—--

The weight of Bucky’s anger pressed down on the casino like a storm cloud.

He didn’t shout; he didn’t have to. His silence was enough to set everyone on edge. Dealers fumbled cards, pit bosses avoided his gaze, and even the drunk high-rollers seemed to sense something was off.

He spent the night pacing the floor or sitting in his office, staring at his whiskey without drinking it. His men knew better than to ask, but Steve, as always, pushed.

“You gonna say anything?” Steve asked, arms crossed.

Bucky toyed with his glass. “What’s there to say?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe something about the fact that you just found out you have a five-year-old son?”

Bucky’s grip tightened. He hadn’t let himself process it, hadn’t allowed the truth to sink in. Instead, he latched onto his anger.

“You knew,” he muttered.

Steve held his gaze.

“I suspected. By the way she ran this morning.”

Bucky slammed the glass down.

“And you didn’t tell me.”

“If I had, what would you have done? Kicked down her door? Scared the hell out of her?”

Bucky didn’t answer. Because that was exactly what he would’ve done.

Steve sighed.

“Jamie’s your son, Buck. And he doesn’t know anything about you..”

The words hit harder than Bucky wanted to admit. Jamie had stood in front of him this morning, wide-eyed and fearless, saying his name was James. It clawed at Bucky’s ribs, made it harder to breathe.

Sam’s voice cut in.

“Boss? You gonna sit there looking murderous all night, or you gonna do something about it?”

Bucky clenched his jaw. He wanted to storm upstairs, demand answers, demand why.

But Jamie was up there.

And Bucky couldn’t waste any more time.

—-

By the time he stepped back into the penthouse, the city lights glowed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows over the polished floors.

It was quiet.

Then, he heard soft laughter from the guest room.

His feet moved before he realized, drawn toward the sound. The door was cracked open just enough for him to see inside.

You were sitting on the bed, with Jamie curled up beside you, his little face tucked against your side, having awakened in a strange bed and fighting sleep.

You pressed a soft kiss to Jamie’s forehead, smoothing his hair back from his face. He mumbled something sleepily in response, and you hummed a gentle tune, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky stood there, frozen.

Jamie. His son.

And you.

The woman he never stopped wanting, no matter how much time passed, no matter how much anger clouded his judgment.

You swayed gently as you sang, your voice low and soothing. The kind of voice that could lull even the most restless soul to sleep. It stirred something painful and terrifying deep in Bucky’s chest.

Because you weren’t just beautiful. You never had been just beautiful.

You were warmth.

You were safety.

You were everything he never thought he could have.

His heart twisted as he thought of everything he’d missed, his son’s first steps, his first words, every scraped knee, every bedtime story.

And for a moment, just a moment, the anger flared. But then, you looked up.

You saw him through the crack in the door, and in that instant, time froze.

Neither of you moved.

Bucky stood there, half-hidden in the shadows, his blue eyes locked onto yours, unreadable and burning at the same time.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world outside of this moment, this hallway, this collision between past and present, it didn’t exist.

You were the first to bridge the gap.

Carefully, quietly, you pulled the blanket up over Jamie, making sure he was tucked in. Then, you slipped out of bed, padding softly toward the door.

You stepped into the hall, closing the door behind you with careful hands, sealing Jamie away from whatever storm was about to break.

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to steady yourself, trying to guard yourself against the man who had always been your weakness.

“Bucky?” you whispered, your voice strained.

He stared at you.

Your eyes, tired, red-rimmed, still held so much life. They carried everything he couldn’t put into words.

Bucky stepped closer, unable to stop himself. His gaze flickered over your face, lingering on your lips for a fraction of a second before his eyes met yours again.

“You were gonna take him from me.”

A sharp pang of guilt cut through your chest, but you swallowed it down.

You wouldn’t break. You couldn’t.

And you didn’t deny it.

Bucky’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching like he didn’t trust himself not to touch you. His presence alone was overwhelming, but it wasn’t fear that made your pulse race.

It was him.

It had always been him.

“You don’t understand what it was like, what it is like,” you whispered, your voice trembling but strong.

“I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t think you would want us, and if you did, it would have been so hard. I didn’t want to weigh you down...”

“I was looking,” Bucky whispered fiercely. “I was looking for you. I would’ve fought for you. You didn’t believe in me, Lark.”

You breathed a quiet sob as your tears started to roll.

“I'm so sorry, Bucky.”

Your apology hit him like a ton of bricks, but he didn’t know how to express it.

He didn’t know what to say to you.

But his body did the talking. He reached for your hand.

The moment his fingers curled around yours, the air in the room shifted.

You should have pulled away. Should have taken another step back, put some space between you before this turned into something neither of you were ready for at this moment with so much unresolved.

But you didn’t.

And Bucky sure as hell didn’t either.

His grip tightened, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, and then, like gravity, like inevitability, you were in his space, or he was in yours.

You weren’t sure who moved first.

Your back hit the counter, his hands caging you in, but he wasn’t touching you yet. He was just there, close enough that his body heat wrapped around you, close enough that you could see to the bottom of his stormy blue eyes.

Anger. Frustration. Need.

And love.

“You were gonna rob me again. No one robs me and gets away with it.”

“I’m sorry Bucky,” you were pleading for forgiveness.

He moved even closer, his lips so close to yours, every nerve ending on your body was on fire.

“Stop apologizing. You can’t make up for it.”

It was too much, the way he was looking at you, the way he was standing so damn close but still holding back.

You weren’t sure who snapped first.

Maybe it was you, gripping his shirt and yanking him forward. Maybe it was him, crushing his lips to yours like he was trying to stop you from speaking forever.

It didn’t matter.

Because suddenly, you were kissing him, or he was kissing you.

It was a collision of years of longing and anger and heartbreak crashing together all at once. This was different from the night before, which was a dream fulfilled.

This was two people caught up in a messy reality but who still wanted each other anyway.

Bucky’s hands found your waist, then down to your thighs, up your back to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your head back, exposing your throat to his mouth.

You gasped, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, swallowing your breath like he needed it more than air.

You thought about stopping. You needed to talk. To work this out.

But the moment his lips dragged down your jaw, his breath hot against your skin, all rational thought disappeared.

“I hate you,” he whispered, but his fingers were digging into your ass, pulling you closer.

You sighed against his lips.

“No, you don’t.”

Bucky huffed, his lips ghosting over yours.

“Damn you,” he muttered. Because you were right.

Despite the fact that he wanted to hold onto the anger, and as much as he wanted to punish you for everything, he wanted this more.

He always had.

The trouble with love was, it was stronger than his pride.

Bucky lifted you onto the counter, slotting himself between your legs, pressing closer, deeper, until there was no space left between you.

“I should stop,” he murmured against your lips, like he was trying to convince himself.

“Don’t,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, a plea more than anything else.

His lips brushed your neck.

“I won’t.”

He looked up at you, and there was a pause, just a heartbeat’s worth of hesitation, before his lips crashed into yours again.

And this time, there was no restraint.

You watched as Bucky dropped to his knees in front of you, pushing your skirt up around your hips.

He nuzzled your cunt through your wet underwear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his hands skimmed up your thighs, rough fingertips dragging over sensitive skin.

You bit your lip. One hand clasped your hip hard when noises escaped you. He looked up at you, his face a study in perfection. He might have been down on his knees, but he was the conqueror.

You couldn’t tell if the look he was giving you was fire, or desire.

He leaned forward and sniffed at the apex of you again.

“You smell so… fuck,” he cursed gruffly and reached down to rub his stiff and aching cock.

Instead of pulling off your underwear, Bucky hooked a thick finger under the edge of it, tugging it aside. The contact of the cool air on your burning flesh sent more shivers through your body, and you moaned quietly again.

Bucky held you in a lethal glare, and without ever breaking eye contact, he leaned into you and brushed his lips through your damp folds.

The first slow stroke of his tongue had your fingers tangling in his hair, your back arching involuntarily. He groaned at the way you moved, the way your body responded to him without hesitation, without restraint.

“Taste so fucking goooddd,” Bucky moaned into your skin as he looked up at you, a total wreck, entirely owned and possessed by him.

This is how he would keep you with him forever.

His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, anchoring you to him. He worked you open with his mouth, his tongue sweeping through your folds, teasing, tasting, consuming.

Your breath came in uneven gasps, the tension coiling tighter, spiraling higher.

“Bucky…” His name left your lips in a whisper, but he didn’t let you finish.

His grip shifted, dragging you closer as he speared his tongue deeper, drinking in every broken moan, every desperate sound. His stubble scraped against the softness of your inner thighs, a delicious contrast to the warmth of his mouth.

At some point, both of your trembling legs ended up over Bucky’s broad shoulders and he braced you firmly, his large hands filled with your ass. He was going to town on you like he was having his last and best meal ever.

You shook and trembled, trying to hold in your moans as you ground yourself onto his mouth.

Neither of you could stop.

And when he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, just enough, everything shattered.

You came apart against him, trembling, gasping, his name a breathless chant on your lips. He didn’t stop, didn’t pull away, coaxing you through every aftershock, dragging out the pleasure until you were shaking beneath his touch.

Once you were steady on your feet again, he swept you up in his arms, carrying you to his bedroom and placing you on the bed. He was deceptively gentle, lips still damp with you, his expression unreadable as he leaned over you, tracing his fingers over your thigh.

“So soft,” he murmured, his thumb stroking over your skin.

“So fucking beautiful. So fucking mine.”

You watched as he straightened and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off his broad shoulders in one fluid motion. The room was dim, the city lights spilling through the windows, casting shadows across the hard planes of his torso.

He was beautiful.

Slowly, he unbuckled his belt, the soft clink of metal making you rub your thighs together in want. He let it drop to the floor before unbuttoning his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers.

Your gaze dropped to his magnificent cock and the drops of precum oozing out, and heat flooded through you all over again. You had the curious urge to taste it.

Bucky crawled over you, bracing himself on his forearms so that his weight barely pressed into you, but you could feel all of him, the heat of his skin, and his hard erection nestled against your thigh.

He traced his fingers along your jaw, tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. His face was so cold, but his body was so hot against yours.

“You are mine.” he told you.

You swallowed, and heart pounding you reached up to cup his face, your thumb brushing over the stubble on his cheek.

“I’m yours.”

Something flickered in his eyes. But before you could dwell on it, he kissed you, slow and deep, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, stealing the breath from your lungs.

His hands roamed, teasing at the waistband of your underwear before finally sliding them down your legs. You gasped when he pressed against you, his cock thick and heavy against your entrance. His forehead rested against yours, his breath uneven.

“I’m never going to let you go again,” Bucky murmured. “You know that, right? You. Are. Mine.”

You nodded. It was inevitable.

And then, he pushed inside you in one sharp, punishing stroke.

This is what you were due.

Your warm, wet, firm flesh rippled and contracted around you, sucking him in, pulling him deeper inside your tight cunt. His eyes rolled back and his head dropped.

Then he looked back up at you, blue eyes blazing.

“Mine,” he growled when he was rooted to the hilt, his heavy balls pressing against your ass.

A sharp gasp left your lips as he stretched you, filled you, the sensation overwhelming and perfect all at once.

Bucky groaned, his grip tightening on your hips as he started to stroke, marking you from the inside out as he punished you with almost brutal thrusts.

“Fuck, Lark, you feel…”

He trailed off, getting lost in his pleasure.

You whimpered, rolling your hips, urging him deeper, putting your hands on his ass to let him know he could take what he wanted.

“Please Bucky!! Please, please, please...”

You were begging for forgiveness and Bucky knew it. He had to stop as his cock pounded wildly, about to spill inside you, far too soon.

He swore under his breath as he calmed down, then pulled back before thrusting forward again, setting a bruising pace that had you clinging to him, nails digging into his shoulders.

Bucky fucked you like he hated you, like he was making you pay for everything. And even though you knew that was what he was feeling, every thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins.

Every press of him inside you, every clutch of his hands was a penance you were eager to give.

Your name left his lips like a prayer.

When you came again, when he followed, you both shattered, lost in each other in one of most powerful orgasms of your lives.

Bucky kept keep fucking you through wave after wave of him spurting inside you.

“Fuck, you’re sucking me dry. It’s so good. So fucking good.”

Bucky gripped your hips harder as he kept going, impossibly still hard.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Give me all you got.”

“Yes, Bucky…. So…. good…. Aaaaaahhh!!”

You came with a loud cry of ecstasy.

Bucky’s cock jerked once more at your words and you clung to each other, shaken and spent.

When he pulled out, the sight of his thick, white cum dripping out of you instantly made him grow half-hard again, and he used the head of his cock to drag his it back to your entrance and push it inside you.

“Keep it all in there for me, Lark. Wanna fill you up to the brim. Wanna do over.”

You whimpered and moaned as he fucked you, this time in short, shallow thrusts, your eyes meeting in conveyance of his filthy promise.

Bucky didn’t stop until you came again, shaking and moaning louder. He filled you again, so much so, that your juices dripped down your thighs.

“Fucking beautiful,” Bucky breathed, eyes riveted to the sight.

Afterward, he stayed inside you, pressing his forehead against yours, his breaths ragged and uneven, holding you to him as if you were trying to escape again. You settled into his arms and neither of you spoke again.

Because there would be time for words later.

Maybe tomorrow, you’d talk more.

But tonight, you’d let yourselves have this.

Each other.

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Famous!s/o Makes A Song About Him | Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: sexual hints (mattheo)

contains :: draco, tom, matt, theo, lorenzo

summary :: you're a rising pop star, similar to sabrina carpenter/olivia rodrigo and you dedicate a song to them

notes :: heavy inspo from @goldsainz and their writing for f1 drivers! i've been binge reading all of their stuff pls go read it :) they're lowkey inspiring me to make my own f1 page LMAOOOO

DRACO MALFOY "i know i have good judgement, i know i have good taste" - please please please by sabrina carpenter

He listens to the sing intensely, he's enjoying it but you can't read his face properly - thank god you were performing on stage so you couldn't look at his judgy face

But as you keep singing and poking jokes at him, he can't help but break his strong stare and chuckle. He hated admitting that you were funny, but goddamnit your fans just recorded him laughing and blushing

Once you finish performing, he smiles happily and cheers. He can't help but continue to laugh and shake his head from his own shock that YOU, the (y/n) who's famous, beautiful, and talented, is singing a song about HIM???

He'd never admit that all out loud, but you could read him so easily, you knew he was wrapped around your finger

Once your performance is over he greets you backstage with a smile that he's desperately trying to hide

"The song was a solid 8/10" he says as you scoff at him, you could tell he loved it and was too much of a wuss to admit it

And you were right, he has that song on REPEAT - he probably gave you like a million streams on his own

TOM RIDDLE "my baby, here on earth - showed me what my heart was worth" - my love mine all mine by mitski

When he first heard it, he's shocked that it's so somber and slow compared to your usual upbeat songs

He's even more shocked when he hears the lyrics and how simple yet impactful it is, it almost makes him blush

Tom has always been a sucker for poetry and music with simple instrumentals, so when you combined those both into this song he felt so loved

Once you finish performing it for the first time, he can't help but smile to himself, looking at the floor and putting his hand over his mouth to mask his happiness

When you finally come back stage, he walks up to you and hugs you tightly - despite PDA being literally vomit worthy for him

It surprises you so much, you weren't even aware you could have this impact on the cold-hearted Tom - but you did and you loved every second of it

Your song plays on repeat for him constantly, it reminds him that he's loved. He's never ever felt that in his entire life, even from his own brother

The song healed a small part of his deeply broken heart and soul, and he's so grateful for you to bring him even the slightest bit of joy, especially because he knows how difficult he is at times

MATTHEO RIDDLE "the boy is mine, i cant wait to try him, lets get intertwined" - the boy is mine by ariana grande

The second he hears the song and the lyrics, he's smirking and feeling so confident. The entire song is just basically flexing that he's yours - but he feels like he should be the one singing about you like this

Everything about the song is suited to match him perfectly, the beats, the sexual lyrics, even the choregraphy is amazing to him - it's like a perfect art piece just for him

Once you finish recording it, he's left dumbfounded and just smiling. It doesn't help that you send him a wink as well, making his already rapid heart beat even faster

After you finish the entire show, he can't get his hands off of you. He kisses you everywhere, does every command you ask of him, and drives you home at 100 mph

He wants to reward you :)

THEODORE NOTT "when i talk to you, oh cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart" - from the start by laufey

This song was basically a confession to him, which you hoped he wouldn't notice, but he did instantly and he loved every second of it

He had zero clue you had feelings for him, and vice versa. You guys were both known as the oblivious slow burn couple but you both were clueless to this rumor

Once you perform it live on stage, he decides to steal a random bouquet of flowers from a fan and run backstage to greet you

He gifts you the stolen flowers and smirks, "If you love me just say so," He says with a cocky grin on his face

Before you can tell him to shut up and stop stroking his ego, he leans down to your height and gives you a peck on the lips - making both of you blush

"Once you're done performing, how about we go on a little date" He says with a cute smile, making it impossible to say no

But he lied - that date was not "little" and instead one of the fanciest restaurants ever that he paid extra to play your entire debut album over and over for all the patrons to hear

He's your biggest fan ever and posts your song about him everywhere, literally fucking everyone god he can't stop

LORENZO BERKSHIRE "tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue" - glue song by beabadoobee

Oh my gosh he's already your biggest fan boy ever, so when you sing this song as a surprise gift for him - he's freaking out and shaking against the barriers

He bites his lip and smiles as you sing this cheesy love song about him - he's never had his ego been this inflated and he loves it

Once you finish singing, he screams and shouts so loud that even your die hard fans start to judge him

But he doesn't care and he runs backstage so fast you'd think he's the Flash. He waits backstage for you like an excited puppy waiting for their owner. You could almost see his tag wag from how bright his smile is

The second you walk off the stage, he hugs you tightly and covers you in a thousand kisses - your makeup artist won't be happy but you don't care

"Ohmygosh!!! I love it! I love you! You're so sweet! Ohmygosh!!! The hottest EVER just wrote a song about me!!! A happy little love song!!! Is that the song you've been practicing for so long? Why did you never tell me-" You laugh and shut him up with a kiss on the lips and then another one on his cheek - giving him a kiss lipstick mark on his face

He understands you need to go back and perform so he leaves

Oh, also he doesn't remove your kiss :) He keeps it there the wholeeee night

#slytherin x reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x reader #slytherin boys #slytherin headcanons #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter headcanon

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sillylilsquid · 2 months ago

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𝕲𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

♥︎summary: When you stumble across the Instagram of a rising rapper named Thanos whose music and charisma captivate you, you never expect for a relationship to blossom. Taking a leap of faith you travel to visit him in Korea. The chemistry between you two is undeniable. Though one night and one little pill drives a wedge between you, causing you to return home feeling heartbroken and hopeless. Just when you start to move on Thanos reaches out, desperate to make admins. Against all odds you give the purple haired man one final chance. Where music and your deep rooted feelings for each other intertwine you together again.

♥︎trigger warnings: au, no squid game. afab reader, sexual themes, brief descriptions of verbal/physical abuse, drinking, drug use, oc thanos. minors dni!! 18+

♥︎a/n: 10.3k words. purple text is thanos, pink text is you. credit goes to @lexalith for my inspo from their fic 'friends' plz read it, it's so good :')

It was never your intention to fall for him. For Thanos. A korean rapper you met on Instagram who slid into your dm’s so casually. Your friend had sent you a link to his music, and after listening to it you searched for him on Instagram. His music wasn’t really your taste, per say, but his voice was what caught your attention. The way he rapped, the words spilling off his tongue so easily. His seemingly cocky attitude. It drew you in. After scrolling through all of his posts you decided to follow him. His feed was pictures of him in a recording studio, arms wrapped around women dressed in tiny clothes, his smoking. You could tell he lived a party boy lifestyle.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to follow you back. He wasn’t very famous, but he still had no reason to follow you back. So you always wondered why he did it. Until he started interacting with you. He’d like your posts and stories, occasionally he’d comment on them. You never thought much of it, thinking it was a way for him to attract more fans. Then one day as you sat on your couch studying, your phone vibrated on the table next to you. Absent-mindedly your hand grabbed for it and when your eyes tore away from your homework to see the notification you were in shock.

Instagram: direct message from legendthanos. Your finger hesitated before opening the app and then your messages. you haven’t posted in awhile senorita. miss seeing your pretty face :(

You sat in utter disbelief. This had to be some sort of prank, a sick joke. This man had no clue who you were. You didn’t even live in Korea; in fact you didn’t even technically live in England, you were just there to study abroad. Thoughts raced through your head and you fought with yourself to even respond to him. But then you gave in–I mean what could go wrong? He doesn’t even know you, if it got weird you could just block him. You decided to keep it short and to the point.

nocturnalnymph: you don’t even know me, but thanks

legendthanos: i could get to know you

notcurnalnymph: nahhh i don’t think you’d want to

legendthanos: don’t play hard to get mama, lemme get to know you

notcurnalnymph: mama? really?

legendthanos: ;)

The messages went on like that for a few days. He’d ask how you were doing, or he’d message you saying he was bored and wanted to talk. He’d send pictures of whatever he was doing. And you. Well you kept your replies limited, and when you did reply they were nothing special. Part of you felt bad because you didn’t want to come off as rude, but you also didn’t want to lead him on considering you didn’t even live in the same country. Neither of you had a chance.

Thanos was persistent though. Even if you didn’t reply, he’d keep on messaging you. You had to give it to him, the messages did make your day every time you saw them. Eventually you started to reply more. You had even started to send him pictures too. Of your outfit, or your homework, or random things throughout your day. Then one day with no other words he sent you his phone number. The numbers stared at you, daring you to save them. You did.

The two of you began texting which was a lot easier than messaging on Instagram. Any time you’d see that the three little dots pop up to indicate he was typing you would grow excited. You had a mini heart attack every time he replied to you. A smile was always present on your face anytime you’d talk to him. Your friends began to grow concerned about why you were glued to your phone. You had never been one to be on your phone all the time. But with Thanos on the other end you couldn’t resist. You played it off, lying and saying it was someone you met at a bar. They couldn’t know it was Thanos. They would think you were insane! Hell, maybe you were.

Texts turned into phone calls which turned into facetime calls. The time difference was difficult, but the two of you figured it out. Thanos would say he didn’t care if he had to stay up all night, as long as he got to see you. The two of you would talk about anything and everything. There was never a lull in your conversations. He even told you his real name. You knew deep down he was probably using you, but the feeling of being liked outweighed that thought.

You laid in bed, blankets pulled up around you as you watched Thanos on the other side of the phone. He was getting ready for a show. You helped him pick out an outfit and now you sat watching him fix his hair. Occasionally he’d stop to hit his vape, always smirking at you as he blew out the smoke. You’d tease him, telling him how bad it was for him. “I wish I could go to your show.” you mumbled, pouting at him. Thanos chuckled, “Baby girl, I told you I’d pay for you to come anytime you want. I’m just waiting for you to say when.” The nickname made you blush. He always had some sort of nickname for you. He was the king of sweet talk. Calling you baby girl, or beautiful, or your favorite being ‘his girl.’ Damn it made you feel special.

Then one day you received a text from Thanos, you knew it was late in Korea. You sat in shock as you stared at the picture on your phone.

I know you did NOT just send me a picture of your dick 🫣

oops wrong person

lol jk

all for you baby ;)

Su bong!

Facetiming him grew less and less innocent when one day he answered right after a shower. His chest still dripping with water. You knew he was naked and you tried not to stare. How could you not!? His tattooed skin glistened. He teased you that night, going on and on about how you were staring. Practically drooling like a dog. And before you knew it you were watching him jerk off. You sat in your bed, eyes wide. You didn’t even want to blink in fear you would miss something. Your thighs pressed together to relieve the pressure you felt between them. It didn’t stop there. The two of you frequently found yourself sending dirty photos, and getting off together. It became routine. Talk about your days, flirt, jerk off. Hearing your name fall off his lips never failed to make you wet.

A few more weeks passed and you finally agreed to meet him. It was spring break so you didn’t have to worry about school for two weeks. You didn’t tell him at first, and booked your ticket with your own money. Once he found out he wasn’t very happy. Complaining to you how he had wanted to pay for it. You rolled your eyes, ignoring his complaints. “If you keep it up I’ll cancel my trip.” you said, though it was an empty threat.

Once at the airport you texted him. About to get on the plane, see you in 12 short hours! 😚 He replied quickly, safe travels mama xoxo. A few seconds later he sent another: can’t wait to get my hands on you ;). The trip was long and stressful. You hated flying, especially by yourself. As you grabbed your suitcase you stopped by the bathroom to freshen up. You fixed your hair, put on some perfume and hoped that even though you weren’t dressed up that he would still think you were cute. It was a silly thought, you shouldn’t care what he thinks of you…but you did.

Thanos stood in the airport waiting for you. He had stepped outside multiple times to smoke in hopes to ease his nerves. He was a wreck. Never before had he been so nervous over a girl. He was Thanos, the rapper. The man who could get any woman he wanted, whenever he wanted. But something about you was different. Talking to you felt different than flirting with any other girl. He raked his hands through his purple hair for what had to be the hundredth time then headed back inside.

You watched as the purple haired man entered the doors, and you stopped in your tracks. The two of you stared at each other before he rushed towards you. Thanos tightly snaked his hands around your waist, your arms going around his neck. “Fuck you smell so good,” he groaned, burrying his face in your hair. Your skin flushed with a warm blush. “What a great first thing to say to me.” you teased him. “Goddamn, you are so much sexier in person.” his words rolled off his tongue. His voice sent shivers down your spine. He had pulled back just enough to admire you, smirking.

You followed him out to his car, allowing him to carry your suitcase. His height towered over you, making your normal confident self feel small and shy. His car smelt like weed mixed with the scent of his cologne. It was overwhelming, intoxicating in the best possible way. The drive to his place was short and you stared out the window the whole time. The only place you had traveled before was to London for school. Never had you expected to be in Korea, especially with a man you had been flirting with from Instagram. If your friends or god forbid your parents knew what you were doing you’d be in so much trouble.

“Seoul is really pretty.” you commented, following him up to his tiny apartment. Thanos laughed, “it’s alright, great parties though.” he unlocked the door and pushed it open for you. The apartment looked no different than what you had seen on facetime. It was messy–clothes and shoes strung about, but it didn’t bother you. You were just thankful he was letting you stay here and not making you pay for a hotel. You stood in his living room, watching him as he set your stuff in his room then came back out to you. Shyly your fingers fumbled with the seam of your sweater. Feeling self conscious under his gaze.

Thanos grabbed for your hand, pulling you a step closer to him. “Wanna go out tonight?” he offered, and you shrugged. You really didn’t care what the two of you did. “My friend, Nam Gyu, he owns Club Pentagon. Shit gets crazy there! Or are you not a club girl?” his hand caressed your cheek briefly. You didn’t want to lie to him, you rarely partied. Once in a while you would go out drinking with your friends, but it was rare. “I can be a club girl if that’s what you want.” you teased him, reaching up to ruffle his hair. Thanos tightened his grip on you. “Yeah, that’s my girl.” he mumbled, bringing you into a hug.

That evening you were thankful you decided to pack at least one nicer outfit. You knew he’d want to party, it was his signature. You threw on a tight skirt, and a random band shirt that you tied in the front exposing the skin of your stomach. You didn’t have any heels, so you settled for your platform doc martens–good enough, you thought. Your makeup was simple and you wore your hair down, knowing how much Thanos loved it like that.

Thanos sat vaping on his couch and playing on his phone when you walked in. His eyes slowly drifted up and down your body as if to mesmerize every curve. Worried that if he blinked you would disappear into thin air before his very eyes. He cleared his throat, letting out a few compliments as the two of you walked down to his car. Even though he had called you sexy and beautiful before…this time felt different. You picked at your nail polish when he drove, beginning to feel anxious. Sensing your unease he reached out and rested a hand on your knee. It caught you off guard, but it did soothe your nerves.

At the club Thanos never let you out of his sight. He’d always be touching you in some way. An arm around your shoulders, his hand in yours; not wanting you to go anywhere without him. The club was huge and packed tightly with people. The smell of sweat, weed, and alcohol made your head feel fuzzy. You took a few shots with Thanos and his friends, but tried not to drink too much. You were a lightweight, and there was no way you’d embarrass yourself in front of him on the first night. He danced with you and even in the sea of people it felt like it was just you and him.

Nothing happened that night. Or the next two nights. You were a little disappointed he hadn’t even kissed you. You knew him to be so bold and cocky, and even though he did act like that around you he still hadn’t made a move. You weren’t going to. Not until you knew he felt the same. Texting and facetime were so different than in person. What if he simply didn’t find you as attractive in person?

The next couple days were the same. You two would spend the day together doing different things around the city and go party at night. In fact, you were beginning to really like going out with him. Maybe clubbing was your thing, you just needed a man like Thanos with you. Tonight you wore one of his shirts. Your favorite one. It was bright green and fell mid thigh on you. You paired it again with your boots, but wore the shirt as a dress. Thanos became more handsy that night.

You two drank together at Club Pentagon and you grew bold enough to pull him out to the dance floor. Back pressed tightly against his chest you swayed your hips. “So fucking hot. Wearing my favorite fucking shirt, fuck.” he groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. The alcohol in your system seemed to make you feel bold. “You really like it?” you teased, tilting your head back to look up at him. He stared into your eyes with his half lidded ones. His eyes were dark. “Fuck yeah–fuck.” he grumbled, closing his eyes momentarily. He felt him against your back, his cock straining against his jeans.

You hadn’t planned on having sex with him so soon, but damn he made it so hard to resist him. Turning in his arms, your hand tangled in the back of his hair, pulling him roughly to your lips. Thanos kissed you back with just as much passion. His fingers drifted up under the shirt you wore, and trailed higher and higher. Part of you felt shy and worried others would see. But the other part of you just wanted to jump his bones.

The two of your lips moved in sync as if they were meant for each other. Your fingers played with his hair and soon you pulled yourself off him to catch your breath. Heart pounding in your chest while you stared up at him. Lips swollen from kissing. Cheeks hot with a blush. Your eyes stole a quick glance down at his jeans.

“You just gonna tease me? Or are you gonna finish what you started baby?” his voice was teasing, trying to get a rise out of you. Trying to fluster you. You held your chin high. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you replied innocently. Then you turned to walk back to the bar. Thanos stood in the middle of the dance floor, mouth agape as you walked away. “Fucking tease.” he muttered to himself, taking a drag from his vape.

You weren’t alone for very long at the bar when Thanos caught up to you. He slid into the seat next to you and buried his face into your neck. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he said just barely loud enough for you to hear over the music. “Wearing my fucking shirt, pressing your ass against me–I think you need to finish what you started.” your body stiffened just slightly. “Unless you’re too scared.” “Never.” you grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the nearest bathroom.

He barely shoved the two of you into a small stall before you were tugging his jeans down. Thanos leaned back against the door, staring down at you. His chest rising and falling quickly. You had to admit you were nervous. It had been a long time since you had been with a guy. But you acted so cocky over the phone, you couldn’t let your facade slip now. His cock sprung out of his boxers and you sunk to your knees before him. He wasted no time in tangling his hand into your hair. Though he wasn’t rough he was firm, holding your head in place. He grasped his cock with his free hand, tapping it against your cheek. Then against your lips. Silently you opened your mouth.

The sound that escaped his lips was animalistic. You took him in your mouth, grabbing onto his thighs to steady yourself. You let him move your head and thrust into your mouth. His cock hit the back of your throat. Tears welled in your eyes as you held back a gag. But you let him continue. You let him fuck your mouth however he pleased. Warmth spread through you, your thighs clenching together to relieve some of the pressure building up. Thanos continued to huff and groan above you, finding it hard to keep his eyes open. His head leaned back against the door but he kept his eyes on yours. You never closed your eyes. Wanting to watch him the whole time.

“That’s a g-good girl,” he moaned, his voice deep and lust filled. “My good girl, hmm.” you nodded ever so slightly. “Gonna make me cum with your pretty little mouth.” he said, making you squeeze his thighs. Thanos' hips moved more sloppy now, his pace faltering ever so slightly as he reached his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck,” he cursed. “Look at you taking it. Look beautiful with your mouth on my cock.” and with that, he came. Even though his hand stopped moving, you continued to move your head. Wanting to get every last drop of cum from him. Once you pulled away you wiped the drool off your chin and stood up.

Your legs felt wobbly so you reached out for him. He held you tightly, not letting you fall. “I knew you had a pretty mouth, but god fucking damn.” His words made the desire in your core grow. He had always talked to you like that online, but in person felt so much more intimate. Thanos pulled up his jeans, fixing himself before he unlocked the bathroom stall. When he stepped out you stood in place. Not feeling like you could move.

“I didn’t forget about you, baby girl,” he grasped your wrist. “We’re going home.” you followed him as he weaved through the crowd of people. He stopped briefly to talk to Nam Gyu, who looked at you and laughed. You knew Thanos had to have told him why you two were leaving so suddenly. Your cheeks were on fire and you tugged at his hand, wanting very much to escape the uncomfortable situation.

He obliged, dragging you out towards his car. His pace was face and his strides were long. You struggled to keep up. He noticed and stopped in his tracks causing you to bump into him. He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. “Put me down!” you exclaimed, a squeal escaped your lips as you held onto him. You tried to use one hand to pull the shirt down to keep your butt covered. Thanos’ hand moved yours away so he could spank you.

He threw you into the passenger seat and the two of you were back in his apartment in record time. Thanos barely had the front door closed before he pushed you against it and trapped you with his own body. “Thanos.” you giggled, feeling ticklish as his lips traced your neck. The way he kissed and bit at your skin drove you crazy.

“Can’t believe you sucked me off at the club,” he chuckled. The sensation sent chills down your body. “What a little slut. My slut.” you nodded frantically, fisting his tee shirt in your hands. Never before had a man called you that…and if it weren’t Thanos you probably would’ve felt different. But when he said it your head spun.

Again he lifted you over his shoulder as he marched towards his bedroom. He tossed you down on the bed like you weighed nothing. Your body bounced by the force of you hitting the mattress. You laid there; hair sprawled out against his black comforter, shirt pushed up to expose your panties. Panting. You felt like a dog in heat. You needed him. More than you had ever needed anything in your life.

Thanos took his time undressing you. He slipped your shoes off first and kissed up your body. Your shirt was next to go. It landed somewhere amongst the mess of his room. Left in just your bra and panties, you felt exposed. The cold air making your skin grow goosebumps. You tried to cover yourself up shyly but Thanos was quick to pull your hands away. “Stay here.” he rushed out of the room in search of his phone. Quickly returning to you with a smirk. Thanos stood in front of you and took a picture, then tossed his phone to the side. “Gotta have something to remember you by when you’re gone.” he teased.

“Thanos!” you reached up, as if you were trying to steal his phone away but he pushed you back against the mattress. He started at your feet again, resuming his kisses up your body. Every so often he would bite at your plush skin. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to calm yourself down. Your bra and panties were ripped off your body. “Hey! Those were expensive!” you exclaimed, pouting up at him. “Don’t worry mama, I’ll buy you more.” you rolled your eyes at the nickname. No matter how many times you’d beg him to stop calling you that, he never would.

His tattooed hand pushed your thighs apart. A finger tracing up and down your entrance before landing on your clit. Thanos took him time. Teasing you, because he knew it drove you crazy. Once you were crying out and begging for him he pushed off his jeans. Even though you’d just seen him earlier, you were still in awe of how big his cock was.

Lining himself up with you he took his time pressing just the tip in. You felt yourself stretch around him, and you saw how visibly tense Thanos was trying to hold himself back. Then once he knew you were ready he slammed his hips into you. You screamed out his name, and he moaned yours. His hips moved frantically, the sound of his skin slapping against yours sounded crude in the silent room. There was no way the neighbors didn’t hear the scene.

It didn’t take very long for that familiar feeling to build in the bottom of your stomach. “Thanos..I-I’m gonna, gonna c-cum.” you managed to get out between moans. He praised you, waiting to feel you clench against his cock. The sensation almost sending him over the edge. He pulled out, pumping himself a few times in his hand before spilling his seed onto your stomach. You watched with half lidded eyes, soaking in the sight in front of you. His naked chest heaved, sweat dripped down his forehead. Once he was finished his eyes met yours. A smirk plastered on his face.

“I knew that pussy would be good.” Thanos said. You covered your face in your hands. “Stop! You know that stuff makes me shy!” you exclaimed. His laugh sounded like music in your ears. “Yeah baby girl, why do you think I do it so much? I love seeing my girl all flustered.” your heart skipped a beat when he called you his girl again.

Thanos finally pulled himself off you and offered you a hand. He started a shower for you and left you alone to clean up. You washed off the sweat and cum on you, then washed the makeup off your face. For a few minutes you stood in the shower replaying the previous events. You had never been fucked like that before. You had never came as hard as you did when Thanos was inside you. It felt like a sin. The good kind. The kind that made you feel like sinning over and over again.

You laughed to yourself thinking about your friends' reactions if they found out. Everything you were doing was very much unlike you, but Thanos made you feel different. You weren’t sure if he was actually different from other guys, but you wanted to think he was.

After your shower you tugged on another one of his shirts and a fresh pair of underwear. You brushed the tangles out of your hair and returned to his bedroom. Thanos laid on his bed, in only a pair of boxers. He was vaping and humming along to music that played from his phone. His music, you recognized. Standing in the doorway you took a moment to admire him. His tattoos, his muscles. Everything about him seemed so perfect.

A week went by and you two spent a lot of your time together having sex. He would take you anywhere; he’d lift you up on the kitchen counter, in the shower, in his car. Your body was sore and screaming for a day off–but you wouldn’t allow it. You didn’t know the next time you would get to see him in person so you had to enjoy it while you could.

One night you went over to Nam Gyu’s house. It was only a small group of their closest friends. Everyone sat around drinking, smoking weed, and laughing. You sat a little outside of their group feeling somewhat left out. You had decided not to drink, and you didn’t like the way weed made you feel. But you let them do their thing. You were a guest, you weren’t going to interrupt their fun. Nam Gyu poked fun at you a few times, and you half expected Thanos to say something but he didn’t. Well he did…but instead of standing up for you, he joined in.

Laughing about you were a prude with drinking and party drugs, but you were loose when it came to your body. The comment surprised you. “Yeah this bitch can’t get enough of me!” he exclaimed, leaning back against the couch. A few people laughed, but you sat there completely silent. “Practically begs me every single day. Huh, slut?” That caught you off guard. He’d never called you bitch. He’d never called you a slut outside of the bedroom–and even when he did say it, his inflection showed he was only joking. This time it didn't feel like a joke.

“Don’t call me that,” you mustered up the courage to say. Your body language, however, gave away how embarrassed you felt. Thanos repeated your words in a mocking tone. It had to be because he was high, you thought to yourself. You watched Nam Gyu give him some type of pill earlier. Thanos had swallowed it eagerly. He wasn’t thinking straight. That’s all…right?

The evening went on and Thanos never let up on his words. It got to the point you weren’t embarrassed anymore, you were pissed off. “Thanos,” you said when you got a brief moment alone with him. He ignored you, taking a long drag from his joint. “Thanos.” you repeated, your tone growing annoyed. Again, no response. “Su bong.” His real name falling from your lips. His eyes snapped to yours. “Don’t fucking call me that, bitch.” His voice sounded angry, hateful.

“I-I want to leave,” your voice faltered ever so slightly. “Please can we go?” Thanos stood up, his posture tall and assertive. You coward beneath him, taking the smallest step backwards. Why was he acting like this? “Get to walking then.” he shrugged, staring down at you. Tempting you to argue with him. You took a second to collect your thoughts, not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone.

You bit your lip briefly, wanting to assure your voice would be steady. “I can’t walk back to your apartment. I don’t even know how we got here!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms up in defeat. “Just take me back, then you can come finish whatever the hell you’re doing.” you bargained with him. “I’m not from here. I have no clue where anything is. Please.” you begged him now. Thanos grabbed your wrist, his grip tight. “Figure it out. Go whore around, maybe you’ll find a ride that way. Don’t wait up for me, I’m gonna find some other desperate whore to fuck tonight.” “Excuse me?” Maybe you hadn’t heard him right. “Dumb fucking bitch.”

A tear fell out of your eye and started to race down your cheek. You hated yourself for crying. Yes, you were hurt by his words but you were more angry than sad. The Thanos, the Su bong, you knew would never talk to you like that.

“I said don’t call me that.” your voice was more angry now, and you reached up to push him away from you. He barely stumbled backwards, but that seemed to just set him off. Thanos lunged forwards, pushing you back. Your back hit the wall and you felt the breath being knocked out of you. “Don’t you ever lay your hands on me.” he sounded so distant, like a whole different person. His pupils were huge. It was obvious how high he was.

“Don’t fucking push me!” you yelled at him, and without thinking you slapped him. Your hand stung as it made contact with his cheek. You froze. Not believing you did what you just did. No fucking way you slapped him. Thanos laughed in your face before he reached up and slapped you back. Behind you heard his friends mumbling amongst themselves. One of them called out his name, but he ignored them. “Get the fuck out of my face, you fucking bitch,” he growled. “Stupid fucking slut. Leave!”

You jumped, the loudness of his voice startling you. You struggled to escape how he had you pressed against the wall. When you managed to duck away from him you grabbed your bag and rushed out the door, slamming it as hard as you could behind you. Tears streamed down your face at a steady pace now. What were you supposed to do? Where were you supposed to go?

It was dark outside, and freezing cold. Your small sweater did hardly anything to keep you warm. You tried to retrace your steps, tried to remember the scenery from the drive over. A few times you got turned around. You considered finding the nearest hotel and paying for the night, but you couldn’t. You hardly knew the language; you relied on Thanos for basically everything. You trusted him. But no longer.

If your friends knew about this, they would’ve said “I told you so.” You hated yourself for even coming to Korea. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to feel the way you did. Should’ve kept everything on Instagram. In fact you never should have responded to him in the first place.

You weren’t sure how long it took you but you finally found a way to his apartment. You were thankful there was a key hiding under his doormat. Letting yourself in, you retreated to the bedroom. As you silently sobbed you packed your suitcase. There wasn’t much you could do this late at night, but in the morning you were leaving.

You changed out of your clothes into a pair of your sweatpants and a hoodie. Your makeup stained your cheeks. Skin blotchy from crying so hard. Hesitantly you laid in his bed. The smell of him overwhelmed your senses. Though you found comfort in it. You closed your eyes and prayed that sleep would take over you quickly. Then your phone buzzed.

baby did you really leave?

answer the phone

ur being ridiculous

are you fucking someone else rn?

im sry, plz call me.

bitch

answer your fucking phone

baaaabbbbyyyy

In between his many text messages he would call. You never answered. You left his texts on read. They would fluctuate from being kind and trying to apologize, to spitting hate at you again. This went on for a while, but you never gave in. “Fuck you, Su bong.” you spoke out loud to yourself in the empty apartment. Before you knew it you were taken over by sleep.

When you awoke in the morning your head was pounding from all the crying. Thanos wasn’t in bed next to you, honestly you were expecting to not be home at all. Then you found him asleep on the couch. He was curled up with his hood over his head, no blanket or anything. A few minutes passed and you just stood there watching him. Contemplating waking him up.

“Thanos,” you whispered, poking his arm. No response. He was still breathing, at least he hadn't overdosed or something. “Thanos.” you said a bit louder this time. Slowly he groaned, rubbing his eyes. Then he sat up and looked at you. “Baby girl–” his voice was hoarse. “Don’t call me that.” you said plainly. “Take me to the airport. I’m going back to London.” You had made your mind up, there was nothing he could do to change that.

“Listen,” but you cut him off again. “I’m not listening to you. Take me to the fucking airport.” your voice was stern, your arms crossed over your chest. Thanos grumbled to himself, pushing past you to grab his keys. The drive to the airport was uncomfortable. He had turned the radio off and neither of you spoke. The silence was thick between you.

Once he parked his car you reached for the handle, trying to leave as quickly as you could. He called your name. You hesitated, waiting to see if he had anything else to say. When he didn’t speak you turned to look at him. It was the first time you had made eye contact with him that morning. He remained silent. You laughed, shaking your head as you got out of the car and grabbed your suitcase from the trunk.

Thanos followed you, grabbing your hand before you could walk into the airport. You again looked at him silently. Your name fell from his lips, barely a whisper. “Please don’t go.” his voice showed no emotion but his eyes pleaded to you. You shook your head, your mind was made up. When he realized he wasn’t going to get anywhere he dropped your hand. “Leave then, I don’t care.” his words stung. Deep down they cut through you like knives.

Then you disappeared. Booked yourself a flight and returned to London that evening. You didn’t tell your friends. You wanted to be left alone. You needed to be alone.

Spring break ended and you struggled to return to school. The first week back was miserable. Your friends knew something was wrong but you refused to tell them. Just saying you were in a slump, you’d get over it. A week later you dropped out of the spring semester.

Not once did you get any messages from Thanos. Multiple times you found yourself typing out messages to send him. You never did. Sometimes they were heartfelt, professing your feelings for him. Others were hateful, asking how he could treat you the way he did and feel okay about it. Your finger always hovered over the send button, but you never pressed it.

One night as you laid on your couch watching a movie your voice buzzed. Your heart seemed to stop momentarily, and something screamed at you to look. What if it was Thanos? No it couldn’t be. He hadn’t texted you yet, he wouldn’t text you now. You were wrong. In fact he wasn’t texting you, he was calling you. You watched it ring and ring and eventually his name disappeared.

will u answer my call?

please i need to talk to u

baby plz

🙁

You couldn’t believe yourself but you typed out a response. Then deleted it. Then typed out another, and another until you settled on a simple one. It showed no emotion.

don’t call me baby.

im sry

mama

plz answer my calls

Again his name flashed on your screen as he called you. And again you ignored it.

seriously call me

ik ur seeing these

dont be like this

like what? upset? because if you seriously think for a second that i will forgive u then ur fucking crazy

i know

then stop messaging me.

then answer my fucking call

Maybe if you did he would stop reaching out. He would end things. Tell you to never reach out, or tell you how much he hated you. So, you answered it.

You were silent. Not saying hello. Not saying a single word. He didn’t either for a minute. Then he spoke, “Please just listen to me.” you hummed impatiently waiting to see what excuse he would give you. “I am sorry, really fucking sorry.” Well that shocked you. You weren’t expecting an apology. Even if it was a fake one, you hadn’t expected that.

“That shit I took, it fucked me up. And after you left I took more, and more. Nam Gyu had to take me to the hospital…” he trailed off. Your fists clenched your blanket tighter around you. “Are you wanting me to feel sorry for you?” you finally spat out. “Because I will never feel sorry for a piece of shit like you. That was your fucking choice not mine and–”

He cut you off by saying your name. “No, that's not why I called. I called to apologize…I don’t apologize to people, but baby I am so fucking sorry.” “Stop fucking calling me baby!” you exclaimed. He sighed, “Yeah, sorry. I’m sorry.” Thanos went on to further explain himself. Going on about how bad he felt for how he treated you, how disgusted he was with himself that he hit you.

Your eyes burned with tears, and you tried so hard to swallow them back. They spilled over anyway. You thought you were done crying over this man. Yet here you were, on the phone with him crying yet again. You felt weak. Stupid.

“I will never forgive you for what you did.” he stayed silent and allowed you to say your peace. “You embarrassed me. Treated me like trash, and then you kicked me out. I had no clue where I was. I don’t even know how I found my way to your apartment. In the dark! In the freezing cold!” you screamed at him now. Your breath came out in pants and you forced yourself to collect your thoughts before continuing. “What do you want from me?”

“For you to come back.” Thanos admitted. “You’re fucking kidding me!” you exclaimed. “Listen, if you really don’t want to then fine. I’ll leave you alone. Just tell me to go and I’ll go. But I want you to come back. I’ll send you the money for your trip. I gotta make it up to you, and once you’re here if you change your mind I’ll pay for your trip back. Just please, give me a chance. If you want me to leave you alone then just tell me now, and I will.”

His words hit you like a train. Heavy in your ears. You had to be dreaming, but when you pinched yourself nothing happened. It was unfortunately not a dream. Silence remained as he waited for your response. Then the word slipped past your lips before you could catch yourself.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Okay?” he asked. “Okay, I’ll come.” you couldn’t believe what you just said. How could you agree to this? Surely he was just going to hurt you again. It was inevitable. The two of you spoke for a little while longer and made plans for your flight. As promised he sent you the money for your ticket, and you purchased it while still on the phone with him. You would fly out in two days.

I’m really looking forward to seeing you<3

Me too

Awh come on! I know you’re more excited than that

have a safe flight

xoxo

💜😘

Your flight again was just as stressful as last time, if not more knowing that when you landed you would have to face him. Have to face your feelings. Thanos stood waiting for you just like before. His purple hair stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd. Your feet felt heavy as you walked towards him. He flashed you a smile and you offered him a small wave. The two of you stood facing each other, awkwardly. Then he hugged you. You didn’t reciprocate it at first, but after a moment your arms wrapped around him. That made his grasp tighten ever so slightly. “I missed you.” he whispered in your hair. You didn’t answer.

The car ride was silent, but not as uncomfortable as the previous time. The radio played softly in the background and Thanos offered you his hand. You took it in your smaller one, tracing over his tattoos absentmindedly. It calmed you down, and what you didn’t know was that it calmed him down too. Even if he looked calm and collected on the outside, on the inside he was a wreck. The time spent without you was a struggle. He was high most of the time, not wanting to be alone and sober with his memories.

Once at his apartment you sat on the edge of his couch not wanting to get too comfortable. You held a glass of water between your hands. Thanos sat on the other side, putting plenty of space between you. Finally you spoke.

“I never fucked anyone else.” He admitted. You weren’t sure if you trusted him or not. “Not while we were talking, not while you were here, and not when you left.” If that was the truth, it shocked you. I mean you hadn’t had sex with anyone else either, but you never had random hookups.

You brought the glass to your lips and took a small sip of water. Your mouth felt dry. “I’ve seen you high before, Thanos. You have never acted like that.” your voice was small, your eyes stayed glued to the ground. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him drag a hand down his face. “I don’t know what I took that night, but it messed me up. I was so pissed at Nam Gyu, I’ve never had a high like that.” his voice wavered. That’s when you looked up at him. His eyes were glassy, like he wanted to cry but was trying as hard as he could to keep his composure.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You whispered, eyes meeting his dark ones. His eyebrows raised in shock. “I don’t forgive you for what you did, I won’t ever forgive you for that. But you’re my friend, I don’t want to see bad stuff happen to you. So I am glad you’re okay.” Without a second thought your hand reached for his. Fingers traced along his tattoos. He thanked you over and over again, explaining how truly sorry he was. You listened, and never argued.

As much as you hated to admit it to yourself you did forgive him. After all, he was just human. There had been plenty of mistakes you made in your life, continuing to blame him for his poor decisions felt wrong. Your parents raised you to approach every one you encountered with grace. Always try to see their side. Even if his drug use wasn’t an excuse for his actions, you knew he struggled and that was enough for you to forgive him.

Thanos had a show the next evening. It was at a small bar in town that would host artists new to the music scene. He talked non stop about it, and you knew he was excited. Though the way he rambled on about it proved to you that he was nervous. Even if he didn’t want to admit it.

He spoiled you that morning. Took you out for coffee, took you shopping at the mall. He bought you clothes, and a necklace even though you protested. He insisted on spoiling you. The two of you ate dinner at his favorite spot. The food was amazing and you both shared good conversation. You told him that you dropped out of spring semester. He was surprised because he knew how much school meant to you. He also knew that meant you would lose your scholarships and housing for studying abroad. It was talk you tried to evade. Not wanting to address it, not wanting that extra stress on your shoulders. You so desperately wanted to enjoy your trip. However, you knew when you returned to London you wouldn’t have a place to stay. That scared you.

Thanos offered for you to stay with him in Korea. At first you quickly declined it. The last you wanted was for something to happen again and you be left by yourself. In a city you didn’t know, with no money, and no place to live. You could always find a job, but you knew it would take time to find one that had other English speakers. When you shot down his offer, he dropped the topic. Not wanting to push you.

The two of you arrived at the bar close to 8pm. The show was set to start at 8:30, and he didn’t go on until 9. He met with the man producing the show that evening, and you stood by his side. You offered to hang back and let him do his thing, but he wanted you with him. Everywhere he went, you went. Behind the stage there were a few makeshift dressing rooms. That’s where you sat now. On the grungy couch as you watched him getting ready.

He quietly sang to himself as he changed his clothes and fixed his hair. Every so often he would take a long drag from his vape. You could tell he was feeling nervous. You weren’t sure if it was because you were there, or if he always had pre-show jitters. Either way, you didn’t bring it up. You sipped the drink he’d paid for at the bar and admired him.

Something about seeing him in his element doing what he loved made your heart swell. You found yourself smiling as you watched him. He went through his setlist and warmed up his voice. His earpiece hung around his neck. Now he was pacing the room. “Thanos?” you called out, setting your glass down. “You’ll do great.” you offered the compliment, to which he responded with a smile. It didn’t seem to calm his nerves. “Do you always get so nervous?” you asked, standing up to walk over to him. Your hand rested upon his shoulder, stopping his pacing.

“I don’t normally do shows sober.” he admitted, shrugging. Again he hit his vape, turning his head to blow the smoke away from your face. You appreciated that. Without having any alcohol or drugs cursing through his veins he realized how nerve racking being on stage would be. “It’s going to be great! Plus, I’ll be there. You can just watch me.” you offered, wrapping your arm around his shoulders like he did so often to you.

Thanos chuckled, bending just enough that he could lay his head on your shoulder. “Right up front?” he asked, fingers playing the sleeve of your jacket, which was actually one of his. “Front and center.” you assured him. The two of you stayed like that until the producer peeked his head in, letting him know he was on in five minutes.

You walked with Thanos to the backstage area, and handed him his microphone. He took one last look at you, and without hesitating you leaned in and kissed him. It was short and sweet, just a gentle peck. But it drove him wild. It gave him the push he needed to not be nervous anymore. Quickly you left to find a spot up front and you were surprised to see how crowded it was. You weren’t expecting that many people to be there. It made you nervous.

Somehow you managed to squeeze your way to the front. Your body was pressed tightly against the metal barricade they had. As the lights went out everyone began to scream. Your hands squeezed the rail, heart pounding when you saw his figure walk out onto the stage. His music had begun to play, dragging out everyone’s anticipation.

In a moment it went silent. Then the lights came on and smoke poured out and you heard Thanos’ voice. His stage presence took over him and he radiated confidence now. His voice was sultry in your ears. You had never seen him perform before, and it was mesmerizing. The way he jumped around the stage, and spat out every word without missing a beat. You felt a sense of pride watching him do what he loved.

The crowd was energetic and upbeat for his whole performance. Thanos’ didn’t look out into the crowd much but when he did his eyes always landed on you. You cheered for him along with everyone else, showing your full support. In that moment you forgot what happened between you two. As if it never even happened.

His set lasted for twenty minutes and when the lights shut off and Thanos ran backstage the crowd roared louder than ever for him. It was hard to get out of the sea of people all packed together like sardines. Eventually you found your way out and backstage. Thanos was laughing with a few of the crew. He was sweaty, face red. You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle.

He jumped but when he looked down and saw your painted nails on his stomach he relaxed. His hands rested on yours and you stayed in that position as he finished his conversation. Your face pressed tightly against his back. Then you felt him turn in your arms. “Hey mama,” his voice sounded a little scratchy.

You blushed at the nickname, making you roll your eyes. “That was amazing, you are so good!” you exclaimed, never loosening your grip on him even when he turned around. You stood there hugging him for dear life. Not wanting the moment to pass. As if when you let go things would change. He would disappear.

Thanos tossed one of his friends his microphone. He pried you off of him which caused you to pout in protest. He chuckled, grasping your wrist and tugging you towards the dressing room. Once inside he slammed the door behind the two of you. With your back against the door and his body flush to yours you seemed to snap back to reality. You wanted to pull away. You begged for your body to move. But it didn’t. You couldn’t make yourself move.

He stared down at you without saying a word. Neither of you moved, or spoke. Then without warning Thanos smashed his lips to yours. The kiss was greedy and filled with passion. He bit at your bottom lip and reached up to tangle a hand in the back of your hair. You let him use it to move you how he wanted you. Never breaking the kiss. His tongue explored yours. Your hands gripped his forearms to keep yourself standing. Legs feeling like they were going to give out.

You went to pull away to try and catch your breath but Thanos wouldn’t let you. He was desperate. Needy. Touch starved. You didn’t mind. The two of you continued to kiss until he finally broke his lips away from yours. They felt swollen from the attack. Again he stared down at you but didn’t speak. So you did. “I need you,” your voice barely a whisper. That was all it took for Thanos to pick you up at the waist.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around him and he walked you back to the counter. You shivered when your exposed skin hit the cold surface. Thanos wasted no time in pushing your skirt up, and pulling your panties to the side. He managed to unbutton his jeans and barely got his cock pulled out before he was pushing it deep inside you.

The noise you made was guttural. You were loud, and you didn’t care. Thanos moaned your name over and over again; sounding like music to your ears. His pace was fast but sloppy, like he couldn’t keep up with his own desire. His cock reached deeper into you than it ever had before. Your gummy walls clenching around it. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to build up. He reached a long, slender finger down to your clit. That sent you over the edge. Your head hung back, eyes screwed shut as you screamed. “F-fuck look at you baby,” he groaned. “Look so beautiful coming all over my cock. Fuck.” his words came out as grunts, and they made everything feel more intense.

Shortly after Thanos felt himself about to cum. The feeling of your legs shaking around him, and your pussy so wet made his head spin. He pulled out only to soon release onto your stomach. A part of you felt disappointed, wanting to know how it felt to feel full of his seed. But you didn’t complain. In fact you couldn’t even form words at this point.

Once Thanos collected himself he fixed his pants and cleaned off your stomach. He even fixed your panties, helped you off the counter and tugged down your skirt. Still neither of you spoke. You downed a bottle of water while Thanos worked on gathering his stuff. You didn’t want to leave, didn’t want the night to end.

You both stayed to watch the last two acts perform. Thanos clung to you, his back pressed against you and his arms wrapped snugly around you the whole time. A few people came up and asked him for pictures or an autograph, that was the only time he would break away from you. You tried to stay out of the way not wanting him to feel pressured to give you attention. Seeing him interact with fans made you smile. He was so polite, it made you think maybe that version of Thanos was real. Maybe what happened was a one time thing.

“Baby girl I’m gonna shower,” Thanos called out once back at his apartment. When you heard the curtain close behind him you cleared your throat. “Can I join?” you asked, voice innocent and shy. Thanos smirked to himself but kept his words clean. You undressed and stepped into the running water with him. Nothing happened in the shower. He stole a few kisses from you, even offered to wash your hair. But he never tried to make a move.

The two of you dried off, and got dressed in more comfortable clothes. You flopped down on his bed and watched as he went to head into the living room. He had been sleeping on the couch. That first night back you insisted on letting him take the bed, and you would take the couch–but he refused. “Wait!” You called out before he could disappear. “Stay with me tonight?” you asked him, patting the spot next to you. A wide smile appeared on his face and he quickly jumped into bed with you.

You laid there with your head on his chest, holding onto one of his hands while the other played with your hair. “Thanos,” you started to say. He hummed in response. You stole a glance at him to see his eyes were closed. You knew he was exhausted. “Never mind.” you replied. Thanos squeezed your hand, “no tell me, I’m awake.” he sounded groggy. “Please?” That one word caused you to cave. “Can I stay with you? In Korea, I mean…” you trailed off, feeling sick at the thought of him turning you down.

He tensed underneath you. Thinking you messed things up you opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off. “I was hoping you’d say that.” he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Instantly you were flooded with relief. “I was thinking I’d have to get on my hands and knees and beg you!” that made you laugh.

For the next hour you two discussed your plans. He offered to help you get a job, and you assured him that once you had one you would help pay bills. He, of course, turned down your offer. Thanos told you about all the places he wanted to show you. Soon the two of you grew more sleepy and before either of you knew it you were taken over by sleep.

In the following weeks Thanos kept true to his word. He helped you settle into his apartment. You told your friends a light version of what happened, leaving out most details. They weren’t happy. They worried about you. As far as your parents went you told them you moved for a job opportunity and left it at that. You didn’t have many belongings in London. Mostly just clothes and a few personal items, but you didn’t care enough to travel back to get them. Thanos replaced everything for you. Your clothes, toiletries, makeup. He even went out and bought you a stuffed animal that was similar to the one you kept sitting on your bed. It was a small gesture but to you it meant the world.

There were nights when things got rough. Thanos would go out with his friends, and get drunk or high and come back in a bad mood. It was never as bad as that one night, but it still frustrated you. The two of you had a lot of deep, serious conversations. It took a lot of convincing but he finally agreed to only go out if you were able to come along. You would keep an eye on him, keep him safe. You let him have his fun from a distance, and never hovered. But you were there to step in when faced with the opportunity to try something other than weed.

Thanos couldn’t get enough of your body. He didn’t care if people saw, and he was never shy about showing how much he loved you. Neither of you said those words, but it was obvious the feeling was mutual between the two of you. His rapping career began to grow and he found himself performing at larger venues. You were so proud of him.

He had just finished a show and you waited for him backstage. His sweaty body was on yours in a second. “Stop! You need a shower!” you exclaimed, teasingly pushing him away. Thanos stood tall, keeping you tight against his body. As he trailed kisses down your neck you let your eyes flutter close. “Baby girl, you love me when I’m sweaty. I know it turns you on, huh?” and slowly you nodded. You rolled your eyes, waving off his friends as you pulled him into a dressing room. Thanos was quick to undo his pants and you sank to your knees in front of him.

He smirked, loving to see you in that position. He made a makeshift ponytail for you out of his fist, and you swiftly took his length into your mouth. You had gotten used to how rough he could be, and now it was rare for you to gag. You stared up at him with your wide eyes loving how he got a rise out of it. As he fucked your mouth you moaned around him, using his thighs for leverage. It wasn’t long before Thanos spilled into your mouth, his cum dripping down your chin when you pulled away.

“Mama, you are too good to me.” His voice was raw from the show. “Goddamn I fucking love you.” The words made you freeze. There was no way you heard him correctly. “What did you just say?” you exclaimed, staring up at him in shock. Thanos rubbed at the back of his neck. A blush burned onto his cheeks. You had never seen him blush before. There was no way Thanos was flustered. “I-well,” he began to ramble, trying to play it off. “No, tell me what you actually said, Thanos..” you crossed your arms, pushing your breasts up slightly. He stared down at your cleavage briefly then locked eyes with you. You raised your eyebrows as if telling him to continue. “Baby girl,” he groaned, “Nah, you know what? I said it, I fucking love you.”

“That’s what I thought!” You attacked him into a hug, ruffling his hair. He held you hesitantly, waiting to see what you had to say. “I love you too, you big goof.” his lips attached to yours. A kiss that was none other you’ve shared together. It was gentle, loving, full of passion. Your hands tugged on his hair to deepen it. “Now if you really love me…” you whispered against his lips, then pulled away just enough to trace your thumb across them. “You’ll fuck me like a good boy.”

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