#tell me that you wanna keep the fire bright

[teathattast]

tell me that this beat will last forever

tell me that tonight we'll spend together

tell me that the stars will shine forever

we're dancing all night long

[ozarkthedog]

𝐊𝐍𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏

summary: joel fingers you for the first time in his truck.

warnings: 18+ mdni. joel miller x afab!reader. no physical descriptors of reader. fingering (pussy and ass). heavy ass play. Joel being a fucking menace. no beta. w.c: 823

author's note: had this thot for the last few days and had to write it out before i went insane but now i'm taking you all with meeee

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⋅ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Joel's two knuckles deep in your cunt while an old country tune quietly floats from the radio into his dimly lit truck that's parked on the side of a dusty road. He languidly fucks his thick digits between your sopping folds, each thrust making your breath hitch more than the last. 

He's taking it slow, figuring out what spots make your cunt spasm and quiver for the very first time. It's a mess of limbs in the front seat; your skirt is rucked up your hips, legs bent at the knee, and he's holding you against his side, cradling your head in the crook of his arm.

"Righ' 'ere?" he grits, swallowing hard as you clamp around his fingers. 

You grab at his worn button-up, tightly fisting the material with a needy whine as a wave of pleasure burns deep, and he doubles his efforts with a twist of his wrist. "That's it. Come on, pretty girl, there you go."

Joel curls his fingers, seeking the fleshy spot behind your clit that makes you see stars and forces you to the edge listening with perverted delight to your frantic cries.

He leaves his fingers in your obscenely wet pussy just a bit longer, enjoying the feeling of your cunt convulsing from the aftershocks. He teases his soaked fingers along your slit when he withdraws them, toying with your folds and puffy, hairy outer lips before moving south.

A gasp catches in your throat as he cautiously circles your rosebud.

"Ever been touched 'ere?" Bright moonlight casts off his dark coffee-colored eyes as he searches your face for discomfort.

All you can muster is a broken "No," and he hums a deep rumble. It sounds like the beginning of a summer storm, and the ominous tone sets a blazing fire in your belly.

"s'ok if I keep goin'?" he asks, timidly looking down at you through his lashes. He shifts his hips, grinding his cock against your outer thigh. You mewl upon feeling his hard, throbbing length through his jeans.

You dumbly nod, and a sly grin tugs at the corner of his lips. 

Your mouth drops open, panting, as he slowly presses one thick digit into your ass. He curses at your tightness but keeps moving until his knuckles graze the soft globes of your cheeks. "S'fuckin' tight lil' ass you got there, sweetheart." He croons, nudging his nose along your jaw and tipping your head back before branding you with a searing kiss.

You moan wantonly as he licks into your mouth and starts slowly fucking you. "Tell me how it feels." He husks, breaking the kiss.

His lips latch onto your neck, sucking and nipping his way down to your clavicle as your mind searches for anything remotely resembling words.

A mess of mumbled moans and broken curses stumble from your lips into the small truck cabin. Your hips move on their own, wanting his finger deeper and faster, but he never breaks his steady stride. He chuckles against your skin. "This sweet rose wants more, huh? First time bein' touched, and she's already gettin' greedy."

He leans back, pinning his eyes on where he's stretching you open, and groans at the filthy sight of his syrupy, thick fingers stretching your small, shiny hole. He meets your wild doe eyes with a wolfish grin before pursing his lips and spitting.

The shock of his warm spittle landing on the rim of your sensitive hole makes your insides violently churn, and a yearning, brazen moan spills from your lips.

"Gotta make sure it's nice n' wet," he says while lining up a second finger, still piercing your gaze. "Don't wanna hurt 'er."  

He watches your face twist from the pressure as he slowly glides two sizeable fingers into your snug hole. "S'ok, you can take it," he calmly encourages, kissing the pinched skin between your brows. 

He raises his thumb up and over your pusling, weepy core, and plants the heavy pad on your clit. He suffocates the tiny button, earning himself a full-on quiver and high-pitched wail from your defenseless, blissed-out body. 

"Thatta girl. Feels good, don't it?" he grunts, thrusting his fingers deeper.

A solid buzz blossoms in your veins under his wicked touch. The dual action he's doling out with his insanely massive hand makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. So overcome with the depraved rapture, you can't help but give in to the delirium.  

"Can feel you loosenin' up. S'good girl," he coos, smiling down at you even though your eyes are crossed dumb from the sheer euphoria racing through your veins. 

"Pretty soon, she'll be stretched around my cock." he informs, hissing when he feels you tighten at his words. Your mouth falls open with a silent wail, and your spine bends like a bow ready to strike as he purrs sinfully in your ear. "Tha's righ'. Gonna make this sweet rose take every fuckin' inch."  

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[spidernuggets]

hear me out… jason todd feral. and i mean like post a dip in the lazarus pit kinda feral. 🤭

MDNI

feral jason todd, who's pumped after a successful mission, coming home to you with extra adrenaline and a rock hard cock.

feral jason todd, who has his tongue shoved down your throat the moment he crawls through the fire escape.

feral jason todd, who is too excited and already has more than half his armour stripped, and is helping you take yours off.

feral jason todd, whose hands roam your body, placing his lips against every inch of your skin, givung you as much physical and emotional love as possible

feral jason todd, who's giddy and laughing with you as the two of you stumble over a bit of clutter while trying to make it to the bed.

feral jason todd, whose eyes glow a tint of bright green when he finally sees you bare naked.

feral jason todd, who takes a few moments to stare at your curvy figure before his lips and tongue attaches to your skin once more like a magnet

feral jason todd, who is so needy but still asks you if you're ready and if you want him, in which you hold his face and pull him in for a passionate kiss the same time he plummets his greedy cock into you

feral jason todd, who stays still for a second, hovering over you, needing to take a moment because you just feel so good around him and he's trying so hard not to cum in the first few minutes he's inside of you

feral jason todd, who finally thrusts back and forth, shifting the bed with him, making the headboard hit against the wall

feral jason todd, who can't keep his mouth shut and is always babbling compliments to you

"Fuck, you're so perfect." "You feel so fucking good your me." "You're so gorgeous." "You were fucking made perfectly for this cock." "Fuckin' need ya so bad." "Wanna be with you forever." "You own my fuckin' life, sweetheart." "I love you so much."

feral jason todd, who is always asking you if he's making you feel good and if he's doing alright because he doesn't want to hurt you.

feral jason todd, whose dick twitches when you can barely form a sentence because he just stretches you out so perfectly, and you reply with "Fuck! Y-yes, feel so g-good, you make me feel so so good!"

feral jason todd, whose eyes are shut so tight, trying to contain himself as he's coming close to his high

feral jason todd, who has tears pricking the corners of his eyes, trying to find your hand, intertwining your fingers together

feral jason todd, who tells you to cum with him, and when you do so, you both pant out a string of i love yous

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pls tell me i got ur ask right, anon 😭🙏🙏

[cameronsprincess]

Breastfeeding!kink with husband!rafe 🫠🫠🫠

this has been on my mind since you sent it, nonnie😮‍💨🙏🏼

CW: smut! 18+ only! husband!rafe, breastfeeding kink, mommy/daddy kink, slightly sub!rafe, tit and nipple play, lap grinding, praise.

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you had just gotten you and rafe’s son down for bed, finally making your way back into your shared bedroom to find your husband.

“i’ve been thinkin…” rafe says as you quietly shut the bedroom door.

you turn, a smile on your face when you find him sat in the large bed, back against the headboard.

“what about?” you ask, slowly walking toward the bed.

rafe pushes himself up, turning in the bed so his feet hung off the side. he slowly rubs the palms of his hands up and down his sweatpant-clad thighs. he seems nervous, of what? you’re not sure, but you know your husband, and whatever’s on his mind has him nervous.

“i- i uh.. i was thinkin- fuck, this is harder than i thought.”

you smile softly, moving to stand between his parted legs. “c’mon baby, you know you can ask me anything, tell me anything.” you reassure him.

his gaze moves down to your chest, a fire burning in his blue eyes as he drinks in your swollen, milk filled tits. your face heats up as you run run your fingers through his messy hair, pulling his attention away from your tits and back on your face. his blue eyes have darkened, causing a pool of arousal to soak your thin, silk sleep shorts.

“i.. well i wanna suck on your titties mama. i miss havin’ them in my mouth, and i- fuck.. what i’m trying to say is, i want you to.. to feed me.”

your lips part, your breath hitching in the back of your throat. rafe has always joked about drinking your breast milk, but he’s not done it yet. you know it’s completely normal to be curious what breast milk tastes like, or to wanna drink it because it is good for you, but hearing rafe ask you to feed him? it has your knees turning into jello and your pussy throbbing at the thought.

“you.. you wanna breastfeed?” you ask him, your fingers tangling into his messy hair, pulling just a bit to force his eyes back on yours.

rafe’s lips curve slightly at the corners, “fuck yeah i do, i think it’d be so hot, don’t you mama?”

you bite down on your bottom lip, eyes searching his for any hint of sarcasm, but you see nothing but fire, lust and truth behind his bright blue eyes.

“if that’s what you want, daddy, then i’m fine with it.”

rafe’s smile grows, his large hands gripping at your thighs and pulling you closer into him. he runs his hands up your thighs slowly, reaching the hem of your tank top. he pulls the tight material up and over your head, exposing your bare chest. his eyes heat up as they scan your chest, and his dick twitches in his sweats when your nipples harden.

“fuck, mama, i fuckin’ love these tits.” he groans, his hands reaching up to palm both breasts.

he lightly squeezes at them, pinching your nipples between his fingers and rolling them around, causing you to hiss in a breath. you’re so full, and it kind of hurts, but you can’t deny the jolt of pleasure that shoots straight through your body, making your already soaked pussy throb.

“c’mere mama, sit in my lap.”

you quickly obey, climbing into your husbands lap, straddling him. rafe turns his body on the bed, his hands on your ass and keeping you in place so you move with him.

he gently grabs your tits again, softly kneading them in his hands, loving the sweet sounds that flow freely from your lips as he does.

“rafe… please?” you beg, wanting— no needing — to feel his lips wrapped around your sensitive nipples.

“my wife is so needy, yeah? want me to suck on these pretty nipples, drink mommy’s milk?”

“pl-ease.” you whimper.

“whatever you want, sweetheart.”

a loud moan escapes you when rafe’s tongue flicks at your nipple. he lets out a slow breath, his cock twitching underneath you. “fuck, grind on my lap, mama. please.” rafe begs.

you have no issue giving him what he wants. you begin moving your hips against his lap, the soaked material of your shorts rubbing against his hard cock through his sweatpants.

he groans, dipping his head down and flicking his tongue against your nipples again before finally sucking the right one into his mouth. you moan, throwing your head back as rafe continues to suck on your nipple.

he sucks and licks, loving the way you sound and how your hips sloppily grind against his covered cock while he drinks the milk from your tits. releasing your nipple from his mouth with a pop, his heated blue eyes find yours again.

“tastes so fucking good, mama. fuckin’ obsessed with everything about you.”

your fingers find his hair again, tugging at it when he reattaches his lips to your left nipple this time. you grind your pussy against his dick harder, loving the way it feels as he sucks on your nipples, drinking your milk. you never thought this would be something you’re into, but rafe has proved he can easily make you love anything.

his dick twitches underneath you and he groans, sucking harder. his eyes are squeezed shut, his fingers harshly digging into your hips as he cums, making a mess of his boxers and sweats.

rafe continue to suck on your nipples, switching back and forth between both sides before he finally releases them from his lips. his heavy breathing fills the large bedroom, his heavy eyes on yours as a smile forms on his lips.

“thank you, mama. i fuckin’ love you.” he groans before sucking your right nipple back into his mouth, drinking more of your milk.

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[lowkeyremi]

SWITCHIN' THE POSITIONS FOR YOU, COOKIN' IN THE KITCHEN !

pairing: s. gojo x fem!reader (drabble) note: i saw a poll asking who would be the worst in the kitchen and a lot of people (along with myself) voted gojo summary: satoru wants to make you dinner for a change but it goes terribly wrong for him ! content: fluff, gojo can NOT cook, established relationship (marriage), just cute stuff nothing crazy :3 wc: 783

An hour ago. That was when your husband told you not to worry about dinner, because, 'I've got it covered!' You've been married to Satoru for a long time, so you trusted his judgement. That was then, and right now you're worried because you are 100% sure something in the kitchen is burning right now.

If the groans and frustrated clanging of pots and pans weren't something to go by, then you weren't sure what was. As happy as you would have been to eat whatever burnt mess your husband made, you really didn't want the fire department to have to put out a fire in the building.

So, the only other option was to help him. He was bound to complain and tell you he can do it himself, but you won't have any of that.

"Baby? You okay?" All of the noise in the kitchen quiets when you call out for your husband.

"Yeah, I'm fine! Don't- don't come in here yet I'm not done." A loud crash sound ensues and a loud groan leaves Satoru's lips.

"I think I should come in now, yeah?" He sighs quietly. He's so let down that he nods forgetting that you can't see him before whispering a soft, "Yeah."

"What are you in here making, 'toru?" His blue eyes are just as pouty as his lips are. You find it hard to keep your own eyes on him when out of the corner of your eyes you can see something bubbling over onto the stove with a "psh" sound.

"Was making you pasta, but I burnt the noodles and now the sauce is burning." His voice holds none of his usual cheeriness, his lips hold a very deep frown, and his eyes droop down.

"Aww baby, that was really sweet of you. How about we clean this up and order takeout?" His frown deepens, if that's even possible.

"But I wanna cook you dinner," He whines quietly. Of course you're going to help him make dinner now, because he was so set on cooking for you. Satoru's never had to cook because of his family background, which is why everything in the kitchen is in the state that it's in.

An uneasy feeling washes over you when you see the amount of dishes that are in the sink and what time it is. By the time you guys finish cleaning the kitchen and buy groceries for dinner, it'll be late, but it's worth seeing a smile on his face.

"Well, let's get to cleaning if we wanna eat before midnight." His pout is immediately turned into a big, bright smile.

"Okay!!"

After much cleaning and a trip to the grocery story you and your husband are ready to cook.

"Okay, now that our hands are clean and we have everything that we need, do you mind passing me a tomato?" Without hesitating he picks up a the red fruit and slips it into your hand.

"Thank you, Honey." He smiles diligently as he watches you slice the tomato into halves.

Once he thinks he's seen you do it enough times he asks to give it a try.

"Careful 'toru. Don't cut yourself." With ease he slices through the tomato, keeping his hand away from the knife just as you had. Satoru Gojo is good at everything he does, so of course the cut is perfect.

"Look at you baby, you're a pro at this!" His ego is already pretty big, but it wouldn't hurt to let him feel some pride after his cooking disaster earlier.

While Satoru cut up the rest of the tomatoes, you started boiling the water and browning the beef. You make sure to season the meat with Italian styled seasonings such as oregano, basil, parsley, a long with the essential seasonings.

Satoru's attention is turned to you when he finishes the tomatoes. "Why didn't we just get the fresh stuff at the store instead of those seasonings?"

"Because I want to cut some prep time off. It does the same thing, don't worry too much about it. On top of that we're making homemade sauce so it'll be fine." He nods, but you're 100% sure he has no clue what any of that meant.

The pasta turned out way better this time and Satoru was so excited, "Okay okay, one more picture and then we can eat. It's just- gosh baby this looks so good. Thank you for teaching me how to make this."

It's not fair how he can easily fluster you. "Your welcome, 'toru. Now can we eat? I'm starving."

He lets out a laugh deep from his belly, "Yeah, let's eat before our hard work gets cold."

©𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈 All works are written by me! Please do not copy, translate, or upload onto other sites thanks!

[azure-cherie]

𝐏𝐀𝐂 : 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅.𝐒.

Hello love's for this reading i channel a love letter from your future spouse , i really have a lack of fs readings and ik I don't do that enough but here's it because I feel so called to do this todayyy. Take what resonates and leave the rest , you can choose multiple . I hope you guys like this and feedbacks are always always appreciated !!!!!

Pile 1 :

Mon Amour ,

The sweet river of my life, the reason I live , the reason I thrive , I've been seeing you in my dreams since past lives and I can't fathom the beauty in your eyes . Ever since we've been together and the day i met you my life has been absolutely the one I dream of . Thank you for always being the shoulder I can learn on thank you i think i don't say it enough, you deserve the world and I'm trying everyday to bring in the world for you . I love the way you make art and love the way you make me your muse if I had the talent you had i probably would sing for you . I love your sweet kisses like candy and i hate every moment i argue so I'm happy to be sorry first kidding I know you're always right kinda bad on my part right , I wanna give you the world and there's so much to be done yet , so much to achieve , so much to heal but i know with you by my side i will heal. So i steal the thunder from heaven to make a souvenir of my love even when i am dead the way i tell you about my love won't be enough.

- yours completely

Pile 2 :

Dear love ,

In my darkest days you're the light I turn to , my heart is so full even when my brain is in shambles because I have you . I'm so in love that I can barely eat so I soak up your sunshine and I'm all fine and better under your holy light . We are a pair and we will make history and all these people that think we're too young too naive will be left in misery, they don't see you like i do, we both see each other . They say love is a big thing but I'd like laundry and taxes with you . Plain bread with you tastes like heaven , even tho I'm a heathen i pray the heavens for you may the paradise we make last forever, may i always keep jewellery in your altar , may things never be forbidden in our diary and in all of the things that are may I know one thing for sure that I don't wanna spend a moment away from you anymore . I burn for you I'm human for you .

- your lover

Pile 3 :

Hey Miss,

Springtime your time my time I look at you my beautiful flower fuller than poppies , more abundant than a lotus , like a burning rose with desire , you set me on fire , yet you cool me like running water how do you do , how do you put me in this state . I wanna love you don't you think it's getting late for even a while to wait , meet me at the garden gate . I don't know much but I know I came into earth to be with you i could be a tree but I'm a human to love you like humans do . How could you know me so well i almost lose myself when I'm with you and that's what I want when I'm with you to be free like a child . I wanna devote all my evenings to make coffee for you and i wanna spend all my breaths being high because I love you so much my thoughts spin out , you're moon herself you grant wishes so please grant mine goddess divine .

- always yours

Pile 4 :

Hey sweetheart,

I've been on a quest to find you , since I was young I've always felt that I was meant for more than just I saw what other couples around me had I knew I needed to be drowned and insane when i like someone , but the way you lift me up gave me all of it together , you're all the bright colours at once , yet you're a mystery , I love that i figure out something beautiful about you each day I know life with you can never be boring, it's always fun always worth living , thank you for holding me when the world discarded me , I know angels are real because i have seen you . Sorry for the times i mess things up , i never want that . we need to be together to explore this world without this bond this earth is mere ground with fire at the core , I wanna love you more . How do I explain this love where do I put all my love for you you're growing into me with each day I place your name in my heart like a sweet melody , i live to love you , I love to love you.

- only yours forever

Thank you so much for reading, have a great day/night ❤️

[jobean12-blog]

The Best First Date

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 638

Summary: You're on your first official first date with Bucky and he has you flustered in the best way.

Author's Note: This is just a little somethin' because I've missed writing this past week with all the Holiday insanity. Also. I LOVE HANDS and hand holding and smiles. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: soft and sweet fluff

Bucky reaches down and grabs your hand, pulling you forward. It isn’t a simple grab. One where he wraps his fingers around yours and simply tugs. Instead, he intertwines your fingers with his and smiles back at you.

His eyes crinkle at the corners and the bright blue color sparkles.

Your heart beats wildly against your chest.

When you reach the table and he takes his hand from yours to pull out your chair, it literally makes you ache.

You scoot your chair in and wait until he sits then your eyes drop down to his hand…the one that just held yours.

“What doll?” he asks.

His question pulls you from your trance and you meet his eyes. His head is tilted to the side and he stares intently.

“What?” you ask in return, feigning ignorance.

He leans back and folds his arms across his broad chest. His biceps bulge under the restricting material of his Henley and you can’t help but stare back.

“I was just wondering what you were thinkin.’ You were looking at my hands like you wanted to cut them off.”

His metal fingers twitch along his flexing bicep muscle and you lick your lips.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks but you keep your chin up.

“I was just thinking…” you reply.

“That’s what I said,” he teases. “But I wanna know what you were thinkin’ about.”

“I didn’t realize you were this nosy.”

He smiles again. “Well when it comes to the safety of my limbs…” and he wiggles his metal fingers at you playfully, “yeah. I am.”

You giggle, pressing your hands against your thighs to stop yourself from reaching across the table and for his hand again…right or left.

“Well, I definitely wasn’t thinking I wanted to cut off any body parts…if that makes you feel any better.”

He continues to study you. “Tell me doll face.”

“Someone is pushy,” you fire back before picking up the menu and holding it in front of your face.

His long and thick fingers slide over the top of the menu and he pulls it down.

You sigh dramatically.

His eyes narrow and he leans forward, dancing his fingers closer.

“Should I not have held your hand doll? Did it bother you?”

“It definitely didn’t bother me,” you answer far too quickly.

You pull your gaze away and pick up the menu again.

You can still feel his fingers laced with yours, the rough skin of his palm and fingertips pressed against yours. The tingle that started in your hand has now covered every inch of you and your entire body trembles.

“Fine then. Don’t tell.”

He shoots you a smile that’s on the verge of seductive. Maybe even a little smug.

You catch yourself staring at his lips for a second too long and his smile widens.

“Don’t smile at me like that,” you huff.

“So no smiling and no holding hands?” he asks with raised brows. “That doesn’t sound like a very good first date.”

You purse your lips and take a deep breath.

“I like it way too much when you hold my hand and smile at me,” you say quietly but with a frustrated tone.

Your eyes drop back to the menu and you scream internally, his silence making you want to slide under the table and disappear.

The scrape of his chair along the floor makes your gaze fly up as you see him moving around the table until he’s closer to you.

His hand reaches out for yours and he entangles your fingers with his, softly brushing his thumb across your knuckles.

He smiles.

Your heart stops.

“I’d sit right next to ya doll but then I wouldn’t be able to see your face so well and you’re way too gorgeous not to look at.”  

@randomfandompenguin @hiddles-rose @goldylions @kmc1989 @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @lizette50

[irisintheafterglow]

hello!!! i saw your that your requests were open so i was wondering if you were able to write a hurt/comfort zoro x reader story about how the reader gets injured from a fight, but they don’t wanna be a burden so they hide it until they collapse on deck :)))

tell me that we’ll be just fine (opla!zoro x you)

wc: 1.74k

cw/tags: hurt/comfort with happy sappy ending, swearing, canon-typical violence, descriptions of blood and injury, mentions of drinking and alcohol, zoro just loves you and you worry the shit out of him

note: yassss i love hurt/comfort injury prompts (it's the innate desire to just be carried and be vulnerable and have someone care in my weakest hour and and and and) hope you like this, thank you for your request !!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

“Guys, I am about to get so wasted.”

“We still have that good shit from Baratie, yeah?”

“Hiding in the back of the cellar, baby!” A loud smack rings out into the harbor as Usopp and Sanji’s hands clap together, deliriously excited after winning a scrimmage with a rival crew. Their proud vocalizations are added to by their captain and devolve into giddy skipping down the remainder of the dock as you make your way back to the ship. Zoro walks just ahead of you, glancing back every so often like he was worried you would collapse. You were planning to, but not now. Just get to the ship. Get to the ship and we’ll be fine.

“I vote Zoro for vomit duty tomorrow morning,” Nami mutters next to you, nudging your arm with her elbow. It’s a light touch but it feels like the world tilts sharply and you pray she can’t see the panic in your eyes when you try to remain upright. Despite her best efforts to remain mature and indifferent, her eyes were sparkling with self-assurance that you only saw from her when she felt a mission went well. She carries the folder of coveted Marine intelligence under one arm, her other hand holds up a bag of goodies you’d snatched from the base that would make good money down the line. “Plus, it gives us some time to take our share of this stuff. Nice finds, by the way. I’m impressed.” 

“Thanks. I learned from the best,” you reply, relief flooding you when she turns back to watch her idiot crewmates and not further inspect the limp in your step. Zoro’s eyes meet yours over his shoulder and you give him a strained smile, well aware that you probably looked like you’d crawled out of hell. When he turns away again, you exhale with great difficulty, fighting off another wave of nausea that threatens to send you stumbling into the water. It’s just a flesh wound, you figure. No need to halt their celebration just because you got a silly cut. “What’s your first pick out of the bag?”

“There’s a pretty little jeweled chalice I was looking at,” she says casually. The waning afternoon sun makes her hair look like a fire, bright and warm. “We could scrape off the rubies and pawn them at the next island.”

“Or, you could drink water from it and look like a pompous asshole.” Just keep it casual. Be normal. The pulse in your ears becomes slightly faster when you notice the foggy spots in your vision. “Freeze some of the diamonds from that candlestick and use them as ice cubes.”

“Very true,” she laughs and you force out a chuckle to mirror her, wincing at the aching pain in your side. Her eyebrows furrow and her mouth falls into a frown. Your attempts to seem fine were starting to fall through. “Hey, are you okay? You’ve been walking a little slower than usual.” 

“I’m fine, I promise. I just got punched in the gut a little harder than I anticipated,” you lie straight through your teeth, well aware that it wasn’t just a fist that had you losing enough blood to fill the galley sink. To be fair, the guy’s second blade appeared out of nowhere. You were outnumbered five to one but still held your own; only when there was a single fighter left did he resort to cutthroat tricks. One minute, you’re parrying with ease; the next, a small dagger pops out from the fighter’s left sleeve, cutting a deep wound into your side before you can block it with the saber in your right hand. It was a dirty move and you mentally kicked yourself for not anticipating foul play much sooner. To make matters worse, you were only able to staunch the blood so much before Zoro found you in the courtyard. Though you sufficiently covered your injury, he was still eyeing you like he knew that something was off. Like clockwork, every minute he was checking on you. It was wordless, but you still knew he was inspecting you, waiting for you to reveal that something happened and that you needed help.

That moment came the instant your boots met the wood of the deck. 

In seconds, your vision violently careens to the right and you’re conscious just enough to expect the thud of your head against the floor. But, the crash never comes. When you fall, your mind registers another body that you fall into, strong and stable. One arm slips effortlessly under your exhausted legs, lifting you from the ground while the other supports your upper back. Your eyes blur the image of your panicked crew like an oil painting, smearing it every which way until the colors are bleeding together more uncontrollably than the blood dripping from your side. Everything sounds like you’re drowning, rising above the water for a moment only to be pulled back down into murky disorientation. 

“Idiot,” a low voice says. It’s wrought with worry, even though you can tell they’re trying not to hide it. It’s clear enough that you know it’s coming from whoever is holding you. “Why the hell did you wait?” You’re barely able to distinguish far-off shouting from Sanji, ordering Luffy and Usopp to grab his knives. But, if all three of them were over there and Nami was throwing open cabinets looking for the med kit, that means the person holding you was… “Fuck. I knew something was wrong.” You have half the mind to articulate a weak response, but it comes out as nothing more than a groan when you’re placed onto what feels like the galley counter. The pounding in your forehead starts to become airy, like when you’re walking down the sidewalk after a night of drinking until you were on the verge of passing out. Zoro doesn’t let you go, though. His calloused fingers gently brush the dirt from your face, quietly pleading for you to stay with me, stay with me, stay with me. “You’re okay. We’re okay. Just stay with me.” 

“They’re losing a lot of blood and I can’t find the damn med kit.” 

“Where’s everyone else?”

“Above deck, having a collective panic attack.” Nami’s voice sounds like it’s coming from miles away. 

“Figures.” Zoro’s, on the other hand, is the only thing keeping you rooted and stopping you from drifting off. It’s sharp and strained, nothing like you’d ever heard from him before. Sanji’s lanky steps enter the kitchen and you hear the zip of his knife bag somewhere close to your ear.

“This is bad; I need to stop that bleeding or they might–” Zoro’s grip on your hand is tight, physically holding you down to reality. Whether you laced your fingers in his or the other way around, you didn’t remember.

“Well, let’s fucking do something about it then, waiter,” is the last thing you hear before darkness wipes your vision. 

Your eyes blink open after what feels like seconds, but the starry sky outside the window tells you it had been hours. It takes a moment for the details to come back to you, as does the soreness where they must have patched up your wound. The hard stone of the counter has been replaced by your bed and the comforting sway of the ship tells you Luffy ordered the ship to depart. It’s healing, in a way, the rocking back and forth motion of the ship that reminds you how close you were to slipping away. After a minute, you muster up enough energy to look at the rest of your room and you can’t help smiling when you see Zoro sitting at your bedside, tensely sleeping with the Wado Ichimonji laid across his lap. His eyes fly open when you whisper his name, delicately setting his blade on the floor before crouching at your side. 

“You’re okay,” he breathes and it sounds more like a reassurance for himself than for you.

“I’m okay,” you confirm just as softly, threading your fingers between his and squeezing lightly. He squeezes back, looking at you like you painted the constellations outside your window. “How long have you been here?”

“Since Sanji and Nami fixed you up, about six hours ago.”

“You’ve been sitting there for six hours?”

“I would have sat longer. I’d wait for you, no matter how long you slept,” he says and it sounds like a vow. “You scared the shit out of me, you know that?”

“Sorry,” you apologize weakly, giving him as much of a shy smile as you could. He rolls his eyes in exasperation but can’t help the corner of his mouth quirking too. “I didn’t want to bother you all while you were celebrating.”

“You really think I’m going to give alcohol priority over you?”

“Depends on the alcohol,” you point out and he shakes his head at your teasing. Your hand fits in his like a puzzle piece and you’re struck by the overwhelming feeling of safety you have whenever Zoro’s around. “But, really. I’m sorry for worrying you.” 

His eyes darted to the side like you’d said something that embarrassed him. The only thing he could think to do in that moment was bring your hand to his lips and press the lightest kiss to it. A promise that he’d always take care of you. He never was the best with words, you realized in your friendship-borderline-relationship with him. The things you said tended to short-circuit his brain and it was fascinating to watch him try and think of a coherent response. In times like these, however, when he’s simply unable to find the words for how much he feels for you, his actions are infinitely louder. 

“You should go back to sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up. Do you need anything before you rest? Water or blankets or something?”

“No, just you. If you got in here with me, I wouldn’t mind,” you suggest nonchalantly and you giggle when his face becomes pinker. He obliges, though, slipping into the covers with you and carefully pulling you into him until you’re pressed against his chest like your own personal heater. His breathing is slow and steady, but you swear you can hear his heartbeat racing. “You’re the only one I’ll ever need, I think.”

“Feeling’s mutual, sweetheart. Just don’t do stupid shit like get stabbed again.”

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There Is A Heaven, Lets Keep It A Secret

Summary: The owner of the brothel you were sold to only offered you to the ghoul in the hopes it would frighten you. To stop you from trying to run away. You weren’t meant to actually like it.

Characters: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x F!Reader.

Words: ~1K.

Warnings: ghoul fucking, what else can I say? Mostly PWP, some initially unintended angst, 18+.

A/N: Dedicated to the queens that are @sweeterthanthis & @likedovesinthewnd ❤️ Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine.

The smell of leather and day old blood used to turn your stomach. But as Cooper slams his glove over your mouth to keep you quiet, your gut rolls with something that’s so far removed from revulsion, it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Pavlovian instinct or not, warmth blossoms in your core, and flames take root in your veins until all you can feel is unmistakable heat.

“Ssh sweetheart,” he coos in Texan above you. “Can’t have them knowin’ you like it. You wouldn’t want me to stop comin’ around, would ya?”

He doesn’t need your affirmation in words. The way your cunt pulses around him is more enough to tell him what he already knows.

The ghoul was only meant to scare you into staying. To put you in your place.

But the more he keeps coming back, the more of the man beneath the irradiated skin shines through.

Initial terror morphs into adoration and some nights, when the raiders decide to get a little rough, you find yourself hiding inside your head— fantasising that it’s his hands on you instead.

But the fantasy only lasts briefly. Cooper Howard would never.

Unless you ask him nice and pretty.

You stare up at him, his eyes lost in the way your breasts bounce from the force of his thrusts. He ruts into you with abandon, the loud slap of his hips against your ass echoing around the room. The obscenity makes heat creep up your spine, and settle thick beneath your cheeks.

You can’t have anyone knowing that these moments are all that keep you sane.

“Maybe it ain’t gonna be your mouth that reveals your truth, after all, honey,” Cooper observes with a husk.

A free hand slides up your writhing body, and a gloved thumb runs circles over your pebbling nipple. Your back arches at the contact, forcing your hips up. His stare catches yours over the top of leather.

“There you are, little Jet,” he smiles.

Cooper lifts your leg over his shoulder, the contrast in depth steals the breath from your lungs. He notices— must see the way your eyes widen as he slides back inside you, right up to the root. Your hand flies up, tightening your grip around his wrist.

“Right there, huh?” With another brash smile, he presses his lips firm against the inside of your knee. The kiss sends pulses of electricity firing straight to your core.

Fuck. If there was still a God, you’d pray.

There was a part of you that used to hate how easily he managed to unravel the components that make you weak.

But hate fast became a need. Now you welcome it. Crave it.

Your stomach lurches with heat the moment his pace begins to quicken. Everything suddenly heightens around you— heartbeat and all five of the senses— and it’s evident your end is close to catching you.

“You gonna give me what I came for, sweetheart?” His voice is gentle, but his actions are not.

You nod. You’d give him your fucking life at this point.

His hand slides off your mouth, settling loosely around your throat like a necklace. “Wanna hear you beg.”

You lick your lips wet, the words, “Please, Coop,” hissing quietly through your teeth. Just loud enough for him to hear.

He smirks. His free hand finds its way between your legs without a second thought, and the roughness of the leather against your sensitive clit is everything you need to tumble over the edge.

Cooper clamps his hand back over your mouth, hurrying to stifle your scream as you splinter beneath him. Stars swell, bursting into bright white behind your eyes just as the tremors start off in your thighs. Euphoria claims you for its own, and by the time you’re finished, your entire body is shaking with delirium.

He stares down at you in awe, hips snapping to a rhythm that has you keening into the palm of his glove. Leather and blood encompass you. Your body ripples from the weight of Cooper’s body against yours, your name wrapped up within his lips as he surrenders to his high.

When he moves out from between your legs, you’re too fucked out to pull him back in. Every inch of you needs him back.

You hate this moment the most. The awkward silence before he has to leave. And as he glances at you over his shoulder, tipping his hat in your direction like the goddamn gentlemen he still is beneath the surface, you feel a twinge in your chest.

“Until next time sweetheart,” he drawls thickly.

You flash him a small smile. “I’ll be here, Coop, just like always.”

And just like always, you’ll be counting down the days like it’s fucking Christmas.

[ki-yomii]

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader ➥ word count | 1k ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, established relationship, masturbation (solo m), panty kink, switch!jk, semi public sex, exhibitionism, cum play ➥ summary | request: was wondering if you could do another short chapter of what will happen if y/n chose to wear the underwear jungkook used to masturbate with🥲 ➥ notes | ask and ye shall receive lol. i changed the prompt a little but i hope you enjoy anon 💚 also sorry for any mistakes its 3 am 🥲

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"You might wanna hurry up," you warn, your lips teasing the corner of Jungkook's trembling mouth with every breathy word. "They're gonna start wondering where we are."

Bar bathrooms aren't the most discrete of places, certainly.

Not only could anyone walk in to find you with your pants tight around your thighs - hands stretching out the waistband of your panties to keep yourself exposed to your boyfriend - you've been gone for long enough, the other's are going to come looking.

You might have another ten to fifteen minutes if Jimin gets distracted by shots (even less if he doesn't).

Jungkook groans, low and throaty. "I'm trying, I -- fuck!"

A shiver rattles his frame. Sweat dapples his forehead, clings to the downy soft hair at his temples. One arm braces him against the stall, the other working furiously between his thighs to no avail.

"I don't think I can cum like this, baby."

You hum, dragging the tips of your fingers up the length of his exposed thigh. The muscles bunch, jumping beneath the whisper of your touch. His lashes flutter.

The intensity of his gaze when his eyes catch yours sends sparks of awareness ricocheting down your spine, blowtorch bright. His brows furrow low over blown pupils; the pretty amber of his irises a thin ring of glittering gold.

When his teeth tug on his lip ring, you want to take a nibble for yourself, attention drawn to the red bitten swell of his bottom lip as the metal dimples the flesh.

You swallow, rough.

So pretty like this, you think.

"Fuck, that's it," he hisses, voice reedy and thin with desire. He rolls his wrist, squeezing the swollen head of his cock between his fingers until a clear bead of pre-cum oozes from the tip. "Keep looking at me like that."

Your stomach swoops.

Liquid fire burns through your veins, settles into a blooming warmth that hooks behind your navel. Your thighs clench, and your hips twitch. You throb when he stares down at your pussy, transfixed by the sticky slick clinging to your folds and the pulse of your clit.

"I wish we were back at home," he says, tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Wanna fuck you so bad, baby."

You sigh in agreement, ducking forward to ghost a kiss over the corner of his jaw. "Please, Kook. We don't have much time. Give it to me. Wanna feel you cum on my pussy, wanna play with myself all wet and messy when we get home."

His fist slams against the stall door, his head rolling back between his shoulders as he grits his teeth. His other hand reaches down to massage his balls, a thumb digging into the base of his shaft.

"Shit!"

So, so close. And yet...

"If you don't now, you won't be able to for the rest of the night. You know how the boys are - we're gonna be out until at least 2 AM."

Jungkook huffs, “I know, trust me. I want to cum, but I’m telling you I can’t.”

It’s adorable how frustrated - how miserable - he looks as he works a hand over the length of his soaked cock. Movements short, rough; desperate strokes meant to get him off quick and dirty because you're running out of time.

"My poor baby," you say.

Heart hammering against your ribs in anticipation, you tilt your hips out. Your stance widens, allowing you to slip a hand between your thighs with ease. Fingers stroke down the length of your slit, tips dipping into your entrance to gather sticky arousal.

Jungkook watches you all the while, his breath stuttering from him in heavy pants. His eyes are twin black holes; dragging you in and refusing to let go. His hand's movements never paused, still working at his cock with long, heavy strokes.

"Here, let me help with that."

Reaching up, you take your soaked fingers and trace them along the curve of his mouth. Smear your slick into the chapped skin. Tease the tips along the soft velvet of his inner lip.

Your breath catches when you feel the flicker of his tongue lapping up your arousal, his gaze burning into yours.

"You taste so good."

Teeth nip at your fingers. When he speaks, his words slur together and his hand speeds up until his inked knuckles are a blur of movement.

"Hahh - wanna bend you over right now, eat you out until you're crying. Fuck you full. Make - make your pretty pussy squirt all over my cock."

"Yes," you breathe, touching your forehead to his. Your noses brush as you share space, the air heavy with arousal. "Just like that, baby. Now... don't you wanna cum all over me? Soak my panties and make me walk around the bar all messy just for you?"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!"

When he finally falls over that edge, his mouth drops open on a silent whine. His eyes scrunch shut as the fingers of one hand curl over the top of the stall, the other a loose ring for him to fuck his hips into.

A full body shudder rolls through him.

Spurts of cum stripe along the top of your mound, dripping down over your throbbing clit to pool into the crotch of your panties. The fabric darkens, sticky and damp.

"That was so hot, baby." Jungkook runs his clean hand through his hair, fingers trembling. He's glassy eyed, dazed as he shoots you a dopey smile. "Haven't cum that hard in a while."

You smile, tossing him a wink while you pull the waistband of your panties up your hips. You moan when the fabric clings to your folds, pussy throbbing; a sticky friction you'll feel with every step.

You kiss his flushed cheek, and say with a wink, "Mm, now let's get back out there. Wouldn't want them thinking we were up to something, would we?"

His laugh echoes off the bathroom walls, following you out into the din of the bar, his body a line of heat at your back. When you get to the shared table, you're not fooling anyone.

[lordprettyflackotara]

noise || masky (maid!reader)

tw: PLEASE READ: gun play, gun fucking? humiliation, throat fucking, public fucking, cnc if you squint but you’re really a horny freaky fuck, public use kink lowkey, hair pulling

spin off with hoodie is here

Masky knew how he liked to spend his Saturday nights.

Typically they included Hoodie and Toby, maybe a few bottles of liquor and some friendly rounds of russian roulette.

Yet on this Saturday his eyes were glazed over as he stared at you over the rim of his glass. Hoodie and Toby were no where to be seen. Instead he was accompanied by his gun, a good old fashioned bottle of whiskey, and you. You were just adorable, shuffling awkwardly in your seat in front of him. As the mansions maid your rights were very much stripped from you, as was your dignity. The vile combination landed you on a bar stool in a lousy maid outfit across the table from Masky.

Questioning why Masky wanted to spend his evening with you in particular wasn’t your job. With that being said, the curiosity lingered in the back of your mind the longer you watched you drink. “You sure you don’t drink?” Masky huffed, downing another shot. Oh you were sure alright, your eyes briefly flickering to his veiny hands. “I’m sure,” You replied modestly. You tried to remain confident, ignoring Masky’s not so subtle gaze at your breast. Curse this stereotypical ass costume. “There a particular reason why?” Masky asked. He was trying his hardest to engage in conversation with you. He noted despite your flusteredness you seemed to reciprocate the effort. “Not particularly,” You answered.

Masky poured himself another shot, eyeing you suspiciously, “It’s because I make you nervous, don’t I?”

You felt heat dash across your cheeks, your face turning bright red. “Excuse me?” You asked. Masky chuckled at your response, fighting the urge to lean across the table and pinch your cheeks. “You heard me princess. I don’t stutter,” Masky replied in a cocky tone. You narrowed your eyes, up for a decent challenge. One that wouldn’t include dusting the tippy tops of Slenderman’s bookshelves. You slid off of your chair, pulling down your mini dress as you grabbed a glass from the kitchen cabinet. Masky ensured to snag an eyeful of your plump ass as you reached upwards.

Stomping back to the table you slammed the glass down, grabbing the bottle of whiskey. Masky’s eyebrows raised as you practically threw off the top, pouring the firey liquid in your glass. “Dont pour more than you can drink sweetheart,” Masky suggested. You set the bottle aside, grabbing the glass. Sarcastically you raised it, fighting a smirk. “Cheers,” You say bitterly. You brought the glass to your lips, maintaining eye contact with the brunette as you did so. “That shit isn’t cheap. You better swallow all of it unless you want to pay me back,” He threatened. He noted your thighs subtly rubbing together under the sound of his threat. He smirked as he watched you down the whiskey, ignoring the hazardous feeling of fire spreading down your throat.

You stopped halfway to take a breath, your eyes watering. Masky’s dark gaze stared you down. “Keep going. I didn’t tell you to stop,” He said. You gulped as you brought the glass back to your lips, finishing the drink. Masky grinned at your obedience. “Thats a good girl,” He murmured. Swallowing you beamed with pride, wiping the sides of your mouth. Your stomach rumbled with fire and desire, your gaze landing back on the man across from you. “Wanna play a game?” You asked curiously, tilting your head to the side. Masky’s interest was peaked, the brunette sipping his own whiskey. “I don’t play games sweetheart, I win them,” He gloated. Your gaze fell to his veiny hands once again, the thought of them tangling themselves in your hair making your mouth water.

“You’ll be really good at this one then,” You reply, your mind rancid with utter filth. Masky noticed your hazy expression, leaning forward. “Oh really? What do I need to do?” He asked. Biting your bottom lip you slid off of your chair, crawling underneath the table. The table cloth kept you being hidden, Masky curiously glancing downwards as you crawled in between his legs. Your fingers began to fiddle with his belt, the metal clinking. “Be very very quiet,” You hummed. Masky briefly lifted his hips, allowing you to tug down his jeans and boxers enough for his cock to spring out.

The brunette felt himself growing warm as you took his cock in your hands, giving it a couple pumps before bringing it to your lips. Masky shifted in his chair, grabbing the sides as you licked the slit of his tip. “Oh I see, you’re a nasty slut aren’t you?” He huffed. You took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his cock. One of his hands slithered underneath the tablecloth, his fingers raking through your hair. He tugged at the roots, shoving you further down his cock. You whined from the pain, your core throbbing as his tip brushed against the back of your throat.

Masky grunted quietly as he forced you down further, his cock now deep down your throat. You admittedly gagged around his shaft, your cheeks turning a deep red from embarrassment. You tried to pull away, his strong hand holding you in place. “I didn’t say you could move. Stay still and relax your jaw,” He ordered sternly. Blinking away the tears that had accumulated in your flooded waterline, you dropped your jaw, forcing yourself to relax under his tight grip. “Thats it. Just submit,” He grumbled, slowly pulling you off of his cock. He gave you a moment to breathe, relishing in the sound of you gasping for oxygen before he shoved you back onto his cock.

The brunette was anything but gentle, using your throat as he pleased. You felt humiliated, saliva trailing down your chin and forming a small pool on the floor below. Masky sipped his whiskey nonchalantly as he abused your throat, the pride and satisfaction practically dripping off of him. It was then you heard footsteps, every fiber in you screaming at you to stop the sinful act you were committing. Clutching Masky’s thighs as a silent plea for him to stop, he momentarily froze. Releasing your hair he grabbed his gun off of the table, your eyes widening as you met the end of it. He pressed the cold metal against your forehead, turning off the safety.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” He asked, just quiet enough for only you to hear. You swallowed, nervously tucking your hair behind your ears as you reattached your mouth to his cock. Masky watched Jeff and Toby waltz into the kitchen, not even attempting to hide his smug expression. “Gentleman,” Masky said plainly. Jeff raised an eyebrow, shooting the brunette a confused expression. You gripped Masky’s thighs as you licked the underside of his cock, before running your tongue through his slit. “What’s got you all chipper?” Jeff questioned. The sound of the pale killers voice made you freeze, Masky quick to push the gun against your head. “Beautiful night isn’t it?” Masky quipped.

Toby was busy digging through the cabinets for a snack, Jeff shooting him a look. “Uh huh,” Jeff mused. He walked past Masky, walking up to Toby. “Did EJ give him new meds or something?” He whispered. Toby shrugged, pulling out a box of trix cereal. “B-beats me. I’m m-m-more interested in where the maid is,” He replied. You forced yourself lower onto Masky’s shaft, concealing your gagging sounds. “Why’s that?” Masky asked. You could feel your panties begin to soak with arousal, causing you to uncomfortably rub your thighs together. “Shes a fine little thing. Needa get her alone,” Jeff agreed. His humiliating words only turned you on more, making you suck Masky’s cock harder.

“Hoodie a-already had a t-t-turn. She’s up-p for grabs,” Toby mentioned. Masky’s eyes widened, realizing you weren’t the innocent little maid you made yourself out to be. “Really? Is that so?” He asked. Toby nodded, grabbing a handful of cereal and shoving it in his mouth. “Bringing her in as our personal whore and maid has got to be the best decision Slender’s ever made,” Jeff commented. He crossed his arms, his gaze briefly flickering down to the table cloth on the kitchen table. He tilted his head to the side, noticing it looked a bit slanted. Just as he was about to ask, Toby elbowed him. “Let’s g-g-go find her. If you don’t mind s-sharing of course,” Toby chuckled. Jeff rolled his eyes, his attention now refocusing on his moron of a friend.

“Not really. I won’t need to share if I find her first though,” Jeff snickered. Masky watched as he darted out of the kitchen, leaving Toby behind. “Y-you bitch! I call dibs!” Toby yelled, slamming his box of cereal down. He sprinted after the pale killer, not giving Masky a second glance. The moment they were gone the brunette pushed his chair back, looking down at you. “Make me cum and then i’ll consider letting you do the same,” He growled. His finger rested on the trigger, his itch to pull it only growing as you desperately sucked his cock. His other hand grabbed your hair, forcing you down further. Fuck, did he love the sound of you gagging.

He tilted his head back as he came down your throat, his seed causing you to choke. He licked his lips as he looked down at you. “Swallow it all stupid slut,” Masky barked. He watched you struggle to obey him as his cock stayed lodged in your throat, the brunette finally merciful enough to remove himself from you. You gasped for air, panting as the brunette glared down at you. “Get on the table and spread your fucking legs,” He snarled. You scrambled to listen to him, dreading the panties that were apart of your uniform being revealed. Shyly you spread your thighs once you were seated on the table, your white thong failing to conceal your wet cunt.

“As much as i’d love to fuck you, I don’t fuck community whores,” He grumbled. With his gloved hand he dragged two fingers up your folds, collecting your slick. “Such a pretty pussy though. Such a shame,” Masky mumbled to himself. You whimpered under his touch, bucking your hips since you were so desperate to get off. The brunette didn’t fail to notice this, pulling your thong to the side. He brought his gun to your cunt, rubbing it teasingly up and down your folds. He watched in awe as you grinded against it, Masky’s cock threatening to get hard all over again.

“You’re so desperate you’re willing to get off on my gun? Really? Do you know how many people i’ve killed with this thing?” Masky questioned. He watched you bite your lower lip, your gaze focused on the weapon brushing against your clit. He roughly grabbed your face with his spare hand, puckering your lips out like a fish. “But that doesn’t matter to you does it? As long as you cum you’ll be satisfied,” He huffed. You whimpered under his grasp, your small hands grabbing onto his arm. He licked his lips, eyeing yours carefully. “You wanna get off so bad? Fine,” He grunted. Abruptly he shoved the cold metal inside of you, your body tensing.

“M-Masky-” You sputtered, gripping the table. The brunette smirked as your gummy walls eagerly clamped down on the metal. “Dont act all scared. I know you like this you freaky bitch,” Masky chuckled darkly. He shoved the gun inside of you further, your cunt eager. A groan fell from your lips as it brushed against your g spot, causing Masky to smirk at the sound. “Stay still princess, wouldn’t want to pull the trigger. That might hurt,” He taunted. He began to fuck his gun into you, your groans turning into sinful moans as it abused your g spot. “But Masky, I want you,” You slurred, your eyes threatening to flutter shut from the pleasure.

Reaching forward he grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you closer to him. “Dirty whores don’t get my cock,” He growled. You whimpered as the metal grew warmer from your heat, your hand slithered down to your neglected clit. “Thats it, shut up and take it,” Masky snickered. You drew fast circles around your clit, allowing him to fuck you with his gun. “So fucking pathetic,” He mumbled. He watched as your head tilted back, your body threatening to squirm as he pleased you. “Mmm, feels so good,” You whined. He continued to abuse your cunt as he pleased, your g spot repeatedly hitting the tip of his gun. You felt your orgasm growing closer, the cord inside of you tightening.

“Does it princess? Tell me how good it feels,” Masky replied. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut, your oncoming orgasm coming quickly. “So fucking good Masky. Fuckkkk,” You moaned. You felt your hips stutter as you came around Masky’s gun, your vision turning white from euphoria. Your heart was pounding against your chest, your breath shallow as you came down from your high. Slowly Masky removed his gun from your cunt, your juices coating the metal. “Clean it,” He huffed, dragging you by your hair towards the gun. Dazed, you lapped at the metal, your own juices coating your tongue. Masky watched as you wrapped your tongue around the gun, his gaze glued to you.

“Don’t get all shy now,” He said, forcing the gun further into your mouth. You met his dark gaze, forcing your jaw to go slack. Before Masky could go any further, the sound of Toby’s voice broke him from his lustful trance.

“H-holy shit!”

[itneverendshere]

you were all i wanted but not like this - rafe cameron

pairing: rafe cameron x reader (fem!reader)

WARNINGS: angst <3; just angst.

watched mamma mia and remembered how sam pissed me off when he left donna lmao; self indulgent honestly (haven't written in like a month so decided to get back into it with a smaller piece); hope you enjoy!

you should’ve known better.

the weight of realization nearly kills you, it feels like an anvil on your chest. sleeping with a guy on the same day you met him? risky. proceeding to spend the next three months with him?

delusional.

falling for him while simultaneously knowing nothing about his life back home? stupid.

the sting of embarrassment gnaws at you and it feels like you're rotting inside.

you want to scream, to rage against the unfairness of it all, make a fucking scene out of it. of all people roaming the earth…rafe had to be the one your cousin was dating.

rafe, as in your summer romance rafe, your rafe. 

oh my god!

he didn’t even tell you his surname, didn’t tell you shit and yet, just weeks ago, you were ready to move halfway across the world in hope of finding him again. 

you should've seen the warning signs flashing in neon bright before you. the damage is done, the wounds self-inflicted.

rafe's eyes widen imperceptibly as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, fitting together with a sickening clarity, a flicker of recognition crossing his features before he quickly masks it with a practiced smile. 

but you see it, that moment of realization, and it only fuels the fire of anger burning within you.

"so, rafe cameron," you say, each word laced with a bitter edge that you can’t quite suppress, "so nice to meet you."

his million-dollar smile falters ever so slightly, a faint tremor betraying the cool exterior he tries so desperately to maintain.

“pleasure's all mine.”

yeah sure it fucking is.

you don’t utter another word to him. as you mingle through the party, burdened by of your self-recrimination. the pulsating beat of the music throbs in your temples, matching the rhythm of your stupid thoughts. you move through the crowd with mechanical precision, engaging in polite conversation.

you plaster on a fake smile and pretend like everything is fine. everything is not fine.

what the fuck? how did you let yourself get in this situation in the first place? it’s a new kind of low, even for you. and why is the cameron household so confusing to walk around?

you can barely see straight with the headache, the bright lights only wanting to make you burst into tears now and then. 

“let me explain.”

rafe comes out of nowhere, ambushing you before you can get to the door.

a groan slips past your lips, “go fuck yourself.”

“let me,” rafe pleads, his tone tinged with desperation, eyes roaming your face for so long.

a bitter laugh bubbles up from deep within you, incredulous at his audacity, “you think i wanna hear anything you have to say?”

he sighs, closing his eyes, “'meant every thing i said back in skopelos, okay? i didn’t lie.”

“you didn’t tell me shit,” your voice strains to keep calm, “not about you, not about your family, not about a fucking girlfriend, you said nothing. a summer flling, yeah i get it, i can get past that. but making me the other woman? are you serious?!”

you had allowed yourself to be swept away by his charm, by the promise of something more. 

“there was no girlfriend!” he says, but you don’t believe him, squinting up at him with a frown.

“right,” your voice is monotonous, “you got back, what? three weeks ago and magically got one.”

“we weren't together, broke up with her, i swear— n'then you left, i thought i was never gonna see you again."

are you that easily replaceable?

if he cares so much why didn't he look for you? why didn't he break his stupid rules and ask for you number like a normal human being?

“oh go eat a cock.”

you turn on your heels, ready to put an end the conversation and to never see him again. you can feel your nails starting to break the skin on your palm and the subtle taste of copper on your tongue.

“hey—hey, hey, baby wai—“ 

as soon as his hand touches your arm, you’re pushing him away as hard as you can, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, “don’t you dare. touching me is a privilege you do not have.”

the pain of betrayal, the humiliation of being used and discarded. you feel so stupid. tears cascade down your cheeks like raindrops on a windowpane.

“please don’t cry,” rafe begs, fingers itching to hold you, “baby—“

“stop!” your voice cracks with anguish as you choke back a sob, wrapping your arms around yourself, searching for solace in the warmth of your own embrace, “just stop.”

“i don’t have a choice here,” his voice comes out all rough, as he tries not to cave in and cry, “you think i want to be with her when i could be with you? you—jesus, d-do you not understand how hard is it—“

“don’t finish that sentence,” the anger in your voice cuts through the air, your words dripping with bitterness and hurt, “it’s hard for you? you?!” 

rafe opens his mouth to answer, but he finds it hard to pass the thick lump in throat, “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“you never do.”

his gaze falls to the ground, unable to meet your accusing eyes. he knows he messed up, knows he's hurt you deeply. can’t even find it in himself to explain, tell you how it’s all his father’s fault, that he only got back with her because ward told him to.

how pathetic would that sound? 

‘'m sorry," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the din of the party, “’m so fucking sorry.”

but his apology feels hollow, empty, like a bandage over a gaping wound. the damage has been done, irreparable and raw. you shake your head, unable to find it in yourself to forgive him, 

“too late."

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 7

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: seven

part one here

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the REAL karate kid

good afternoon losers

and y/n <3

the imposter

hey

willybum

good afternoon you dumbass

and hello to you too y/n

the REAL karate kid

rude

how are you y/n?

the imposter

eh i'm doing fine i guess

stairway

is everything alright

the imposter

i got fired from work today 😔

lotte

what happened?

if you don't mind me asking

the imposter

so i told ya what i do for work yeah?

well i've worked for this company for the past

whole year as their main solo media manager

and then my boss found out that his good old

friend's son was looking for a job and he's also

a photographer and social media manager so he

decided to fire me and hire him instead to

keep his relationship strong with his old friend

the REAL karate kid

that really sucks

your boss sounds like a terrible person

the imposter

yeah he was a really difficult person

i am kinda glad tho ngl

i don't have to see his annoying face ever again

but back to job hunting again 😔

neev

if it makes you feel better

leah got head-shotted in the head

by lessi during training

the imposter

i really hope someone got proof of it

stairway

i gotcha

maya

HELP

lotte

got K.O-ed lol

willybum

this isn't funny

i got a full on concussion

i'll get you back russo

the REAL karate kid

not my fault you're a terrible defender 🤷‍♀️

willybum

EXCUSE ME?!

the imposter

dam

them calves 😮‍💨

has anyone ever asked you

to step on them?

neev

um y/n is there something you'd

like to share with the group ...

willybum

weirdly enough yeah

i have been asked that

elton

it was actually just y/n asking

on a secret account

the imposter

don't expose me like that 😩

meado

every time i open this group chat

i get deeply concerned for you all again

i don't even know who y/n is and i feel like

i should be concerned about her as well

the imposter

woah

meado

i thought we were getting along well 😔

stairway

well if meado is concerned then

i guess she's offering to pay for

our therapy so let's go gang

the imposter

also

why do guys always train and

play football together?

elton

oh you know

we just like to play football together at times

stairway

yeah

it's fun

the imposter

okay ....

who am i to judge

✦ ——— ✦ ——— ✦

THE LION KING SQUAD

russo

uh

so guys

i have done something

toone

oh no

that is never a good sign

le tissier

okay i'm intrigued

this is gonna be bad

wubben-moy

the fact that she's using the group chat

without y/n is not a good sign

stanway

is she about to introduce her new wife

to us or something? did you like run away

and get married in vegas or something?

charles

we literally saw her yesterday georgia

so if she had then that would be

insanely impressive

toone

is that why you weren't at training today?

greenwood

ella looked very lost today

it was worrying

russo

yeah

i ran away with y/n and we got married

toone

HUH

stanway

WHAT

charles

EXCUSE ME

russo

OF COURSE NOT YOU IDIOTS

not yet anyway 😏

but back to the point

leah was also in on this

bright

oh like that's any better

williamson

excuse me??

wubben-moy

here we go

russo

okay

so

you know how y/n's looking for a job yeah?

well leah and i thought we'd put in a

good word for her in our media admin so

that you know .... maybe she can get

offered a job here and you know we can

actually meet her and get to know her irl ....

stanway

that is actually ....

the most decent idea i've heard from ya

charles

yeah fr

hemp

oh my god y'all are such simps

stanway

shut up

toone

i do wonder when y/n will find out about

who we are or if she ever will

charles

nah she's got to find out soon with

the euros starting next week?

williamson

i reckon we tell her after the euros

wubben-moy

well that shall be eventful

part eight here

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hiii, I have been thinking about Levi so much recently

The way I wanna take Levi down and make him a crying mess and shut him up and have him know that he isn’t aloud to touch the mc… and ofc using a strap on I wanna make that man cry below me and know that he isn’t in control anymore and all his pleasure is up to the mc and if he wants something he better start begging. Sorry I just…I love that man and I wanna see him on his knees begging whimpering and crying, knowing that no one else he’s been with would ever dare treat him like this. Anyways…. :) I wanna call him a pretty boy and a good boy and I wanna kiss his head and give him back hugs and treat him so gently. :) :) how are you Nini?

- 🐼

Hey hey, my Levi loving anon. I’m pretty alright, finally recovered from my cold, but I’ll be a tad more busy the next few months to I’m worried about having to time to write. So I might take a few breaks in the near future

Anyway, hope this suits your taste :D

Dom!reader x sub!leviathan

Warning: pegging (or can be read as a dick), a little breath play, collar, very gentle honestly

“…and stop.” You said, an amused expression on your face. Basically grinning from ear to ear as you sat on the bed, staring at the dirty blond hair of the devil. Levi straddled your lap, his legs spread and on the sides of yours. His back was facing you, and his hands bound in front of him. The male also wore a collar, one of leather and in purple, with a leash attached to it. And you held the leash firmly in your dominant hand.

Right after hearing your words, he sat down still. Gritting his teeth with a hint of defiance, feeling the humiliation take over his body. Your eyes wandered lower, staring at his tense muscles. All the way from his shoulder blades, to his hips and waists, then his bottom. He could feel your stare, how your eyes were scanning him up and down, especially when your gaze lingered around his butt. It didn’t take a genius to guess why you were staring. Lube was dripping down from his entrance onto your lap, and, though it was more difficult to see because he was sitting down entirely, the sight of your dick buried deep inside him.

Levi glanced at your over his shoulder, he bore rebellious intent and frustration. Every time you’d tell him to stop right when he starts getting into it, and it was getting under his skin. With a threatening tone, he voiced his thoughts, “isn’t it boring for you, keep on annoying me like this.” He was still so bold after being forced in such a situation. This was fine with you, teasing him is half the fun after all.

“How could it be boring when I get to tease you like this? Your reactions are cute, you keep trying to threaten me. Shouldn’t it click by now that it doesn’t work?” The glare he gave you just got deadlier, and the blush covering his face also got redder. A bright crimson spreading all the way to his ears while sweat rolled down his forehead. “You are a handful.” Levi mumbled, quickly breaking eye contact out of nowhere.

“The same can be said about you.” You answered, then leaned forward against him, hugging him gently. “A pretty boy like you shouldn’t frown so much.” He heard you whisper, and a shiver ran down his spine. The sudden closeness of you made him feel hot, and how he craved the pleasure you held in your hands. There were other things among those he wished to do, like touching you, holding you in his arms, …kissing you…

“…can I move?” A hesitant voice could be heard admits the gasps, his body felt like he was on fire. Without thinking about it you replied, “no.” His eyebrows twitched at your statement, “what.. why.” You chuckled, and that irritated him, how were you having so much fun when he feels so desperate?

“Levi, that’s not how to ask for something.” Were you implying he has to beg? You? Him? No matter how you looked at him, he was like a defiant kid throwing tantrums left and right. His hips moved slightly, going up a little, then sitting down completely again. You yanked on the leash, causing him to arch his back violently. The collar squeezed around his neck, and he moaned, “..ah-Aahh..”

“I thought I told you not to move?” His shoulders were raised to his ears, and he slumped forwards. It was embarrassing, yet he felt arousal with every of your touch. Why was it like this? Your length inside him only added more fuel to the fire, he wanted to move so badly. His own dick twitched when he felt that chocking sensation, body shuddering from the aftermath.

He didn’t have anything to say to your question, choosing to stay silent. After another minute where he was forced to basically cockwarm you, he looked over his shoulder again. Levi tried to read your expression, hoping he didn’t need to do what he speculated. But reality seems to suggest exactly that. The devil swallowed, taking a deep breath before whispering something inaudible.

“What was that?” You asked, and he pulled a grimace. He pouted, thinking you were messing with him again, and whispered a single word, “please.” Now a smile was tattering your features, hands wrapped around his waist while his back was pressed against your body. “My answer is still no.” You uttered with a teasing tone, your fingertips caressing his back and spine, tracing a line from the top to the bottom.

The sensations overwhelmed him, causing him to yearn for more. Shudders and tingles coursed through his veins, and he frowned out of habit. “You… stop the teasing.. please, i-” he had to take a break, the shame was too much to bear, then he continued, “I want more… please?” You didn’t saw much of his face, but you could imagine what kind of expression he must have pulled. The need and vulnerability could be heard in his voice, a layer of sweat covered his skin.

Once again you hugged him, muttering against his back, “so you can beg if you want to.” He bit his bottom lip at your comment, his heart pounding loudly. Then you praised him, “good boy, you look beautiful when you are obedient.” The male stayed silent, face burning now. Was it pleasure or embarrassment? But he knew he felt good. Everything felt hot and bubbly, he asked you again with a shaking voice, “..can I move, please..?”

You let go of the leash for a moment, hugging him with both hands as you said, “yes.” Watching his muscles relax in your touch, and his breathing becoming more heretic with each passing second. Slowly, he started riding you again, and more sounds of pleasure spilled from his lips. But he stopped abruptly again when he heard you whisper a single sentence, kissing his neck gently as you said, “I love you, Levi.”

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Overachiever

—

Time Written-12:01 a.m.

Jason Todd/fem!reader smut (gave up looking for an image for this guy so yea)

—

Faint blotches of muted blues and crooked gray shadows shroud your closed eyes, your heartbeat drumming in your head. Loud, thick gurgles ring in your ears, forcing all thoughts from your head.

Short, guttural grunts erupted above you. The sting along your scalp from a fistful of hair being clutched helped control your involuntary speed, coming to a sudden halt.

“I said,” his voice breaches through your muddled mind. “Keep those eyes open.”

On demand, you do so. Your watery eyes opening to a blurred vision of him; a rugged, sweat dampened mess, still clad in his leather uniform.

His hand eases off the back of your neck, allowing you to pull yourself off his fat, curved cock with a loud, lung expanding gasp. You cough after short chokes, a mix of spit and thick precum dribbling down your chin, seeping in between the valley of your breasts through your own suit.

“Look at you,” Jason huffs, guiding his heavy cock again to press against your glistening lips, feeling a sparkling pride over your ruined makeup.

“Pretty little whore. Y’see that?” He questions, guiding your head with his free hand to gaze down at him in question, focusing on the faint ring of bright red lipstick marking a good three quarters along the length.

“You’re getting better at this, Princess,” he breathlessly chuckles, tapping your outer cheek with his drenched dick.

“Bet your throat hurts, huh? Be honest.” His question has you nodding without much thought, feeling the muscles in your neck tingling after getting bullied and bruised by an eagerly horny vigilante.

“Tsk tsk. New hole’s just getting used to me, sweetheart,” Jason cooes with highly detectable mockery before leaning down, grasping your chin with two fingers to have you look at him, taking in his crinkled, amused expression.

“All that big talk when you’re stealing shit, now you got nothing to say.” After a condescending chuckle, Jason traps you in a hot, tongue heavy kiss, feeling himself throbbing at the sounds of your measly little whimpers.

“Aww, What’s the matter? Too fucked out already?” He whispers in between short pecks, swiping off a hint of spit along your chin before bringing it towards his lips, sucking the digit clean.

“Maybe it’s a little too much for ya,” Jason insists in a second guess attempt, fighting back a smirk from your growing eyes loaded up with denial. “Bit too big for you to take—“

“N-no!” You insist, your once balled up fists reaching up to grasp along his wrists. “I can do it, I know I can. Please, Jay.”

“Easy, easy. Fun’s barely starting, babygirl.” Jason displays his full smile, sharp teeth making an appearance with his chuckle.

Alongside pride, he was still giddy that he got you to agree to this.

“I know you wanna make me happy. Know you wanna earn your little reward.”

A hot, gushy load down your throat became your solid priority in an instant. Jason had that ability to suddenly render you absolutely starving in seconds, manipulating you into wanting what hadn’t come to mind before.

Your answer was a solid nod, eyes glowing in anticipation to further please him. His heavy palm clasps your throat in a snug hold, holding your head in place. His voice is low, quiet and lustful, but you hear him loud and clear.

“Tell you what,” Jason proposes with a quirk in his brow. “You take all of me; every last inch, an’ I’ll give you what you want.”

Eagerness leaves you automatically agreeing; pretty, kiss swollen lips with a pretty pink tongue eager to lap at the fat bead that threatened to drip off his length.

“That what you want, pretty girl?” He questions. “Want to make me happy? Wan’ me to make you come?”

You feel your whole body heating up from the fire that's burning deep inside you; your pussy painfully untouched and drenched. Jason promised he’d give you what you wanted if you played along in being a pretend thief, the motivation keeping you barely stable as it is.

It was like your brain was hard-wired to urge him towards his release. Or, maybe the mix of arousal and oxygen deprivation swirling around in your head was making you more submissive to set your own desires aside for him.

Eagerly nodding was your only form of answer, but Jason would gladly take it.

“Prove it then,” His hands leave your neck and head, settling them back along his sides. “Show me.”

Adjusting your sore knees against crooked gravel, you greedily lap up the fat, clear bead of precum that called your name, the saltiness drowning your tastebuds.

He lets out a short groan, brows furrowing slightly as he watches a bit of himself disappear between your lipstick smeared lips. His hum rumbles low in his chest as you bob your head back and forth at a steady pace, swirling along him with your tongue.

He's quickly drunk off of your persistent eagerness to please him, peering up at him through wet lashes. You were more focused on his reactions, watching his head slightly raise, threatening to tilt back if he wasn’t so stubborn to watch every second of it.

You looked a gorgeous sight already as you changed direction, pressing your glistening lips along the underside of his heavy cock, feeling the majority of his heavy dick rest along your face, settling against the corner of your cheek, nestled beside the small grove of your nostril.

A perfect picture to capture the memory, if it occurred to him to pull out his phone. His obedient, needy girl eager to please whenever he needed you.

He's panting harder now, shoulders rising quicker with his slightly labored breathing.

“Ready?” He had the decency to ask, waiting for your muffled hum in response before grasping hold of himself.

“Open.”

You obey, sticking out your pretty tongue.

“Eyes on me,” he taps the fat head along the muscle at least three times, too impatient to warn you of what happens if they close.

His hips lurch forward, sliding himself deep in your throat with a relieved groan. He fills your mouth up easily, his tip pushing past something hard in your throat until he's blocking your airways. You try to settle your reflex, nearly choking on him at the start.

Your soaking wet lips slowly passed where you last reached, your nose brushing against thick curls at his base, taking in his musk while choking on cock, hooking your fingers over the tight harnesses securing his meaty thighs.

You furrow your brows, trying your best to keep your throat from rejecting him, but you're not able to hold him there for long before you choke.

The vibrations left him shivering, watching spit bubble from the corners of your mouth, dripping slowly down your chin and neck, disappearing down your constricting suit zipper.

“That’s it,” he grunts, his head tilting back in pure, raw pleasure, feeling his balls tighten with every constrict of your throat as he fucks your face.

Maybe it was his fault, getting off on your vile, arousing gags, your sickly gray tears rolling down your ruined face. The ultimate ego boost, nothing could ever top this.

You could've cared less of the mess you became, focused on him and his pleasure alone. His deep, aggressively hot tone serenaded through your brain like melted dark chocolate, leaving you addicted for more.

A rich, heavy moan left his mouth, vibrating through his chest as his head tilts back, Adam’s apple bobbing with thin beads of sweat as the nightly breeze bats against his shivering skin.

The sight of those gorgeously shiny lips clenching along the base of his drenched dick left him teetering on the very edge, your eyes watering from the sheer size of him being a bit too much for you to take.

Jason raised you higher up on his cock, nearly forcing your buckling knees off the ground.

The sounds that came from your pretty little mouth as you reached your limit, forcing you to take more than you were used to were vile and filthy, but he loved every second of it. A private symphony just for him alone.

“Nice and messy, babygirl,” Jason rasps out, glancing down at your flushed face with heavy lidded eyes.

“Gonna clean up that messy little pussy,” he murmured through heavy panting, reinforcing his interlocked fingers behind your head. “Then fuck those wet tits next.”

[unreliablesnake]

MDNI, mention of sex, afab!reader

That son of a bitch shot him on their last mission. König was often in the way of bullets, but this was friendly fire. Ghost and him were on the same side, yet he managed to get a bullet in his side from the Brit. Maybe he was petty for not being able to forgive him. Yes, he did say it was okay, that there was no issue between them, but deep down he was mad at the lieutenant. So what was he supposed to do? Let it go? No, that wouldn’t be right. He hired a private investigator to find out more about him, to find his weak spot.

No one was allowed to see his face, but he heard his surname on the field, then he overheard a conversation about Manchester, and later Soap accidentally called him Simon in the pub during a conversation before making König promise not to tell anyone he said that. “Especially not the Lt, he would murder me if he knew,” the Scotsman slurred with a sheepish smile. He nodded, of course, then forwarded the now complete name and location to the PI.

That’s how he learned about you. Ghost’s pretty little ex, a precious porcelain doll he should have kept locked away to keep it safe. The PI was young, barely thirty and fairly handsome, so he had no issue getting close to your circle. According to one of the women you were friends with, you were the one who ended the relationship. “She said he was away a lot, but if you ask me, it’s the age difference. He was what? Thirty-four? Thirty-five? And he acted like he was over forty. She can do better. Too bad that asshole still bothers her to get her back,” she added with a roll of her eyes.

By the time his current mission ended, König had your address and some additional information about your daily routine on his phone. According to the report, you spent every Saturday with your friends in a pub near your apartment, so he went there and watched you from afar. Then he not-so-accidentally bumped into you, his hand falling on your shoulder as he checked if you were okay. “Careful, you wouldn’t want to waste that beer,” he said with a smile, then moved on towards the bar.

It didn’t take much time for you to find him, taking the empty bar stool next to him and flashing a disarming smile at him. “Your eyes are ridiculously blue,” you blurted out.

You were drunk, it was clear as day, but he didn’t mind. It would be easier to get close to you, to convince you to go to his hotel room with him and let him fuck you stupid. He would record the whole thing, making sure your cockdrunk expression was visible on the footage so Ghost could see what he took from him.

In his head he had everything planned out right to the very last tiny detail, because he wasn’t planning to stop at one night. No. Ghost has a good taste, he had to admit that, this is why he didn’t feel like letting go of a pretty thing like you too soon. He would have fun. Maybe he would marry you. Maybe he would put a baby in you to keep you near. Yes, he could surely turn you into a trophy wife, sitting home, looking pretty, raising your kid right, and of course taking care of the man of the house.

His fingers brushed your cheek as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes fixed on your plump lips that shined so bright from the lip gloss. There was no way to fight the thought of having you on your knees in front of him, these shiny lips being wrapped around his cock as you tried to take more of him despite your gag reflex kicking in. He would talk you through it, whispering praises as he patted your head.

When you realized he wasn’t about to talk, you turned your head a little to kiss his hand and put a hand on his thigh. “Don’t you wanna buy me a drink, big guy?” you purred with a flirtatious smile.

He had a feeling it would be easy to pick you up, but this was almost too easy. You came to him yourself; all you needed was a touch of your arms as he bumped into you and now you were pretty much begging him to fuck you. Because König wasn’t stupid, he knew that’s what you wanted. And who was he to say no? So he flashed a smile at you then pulled you into a kiss, even slipping off the chair to trap you between the bar top and his body. You had your hands on his hips, thumbs moving under his shirt to draw circles into his skin.

“I have a better idea. Why don’t we go somewhere private, hm?” he asked as he leaned closer to the shell of your ear. One of your hands moved up to his back under the shirt, long fingernails scratching his skin in a way that made him shiver. You were truly something. No wonder Ghost still wasn’t over you. “Let’s go.”