#that line was fucking insanely charged my mouth dropped

[rafecamerons-national-anthem]

BREAKING POINT-RAFE CAMERON

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥

The argument had started like all your arguments with Rafe: loud, intense, and completely over the top.

“You never listen, Rafe!” you yelled, throwing your hands in the air as you paced the small guest room of Tannyhill. “It’s always about what you want, what you think is right-”

“Because I’m fucking right, Y/N!” Rafe shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. His blue eyes were blazing, his fists clenched at his sides. “You’re the one who doesn’t get it. You think you can just do whatever you want, act like nothing matters-”

“Nothing matters?” you shot back, turning to face him. “Are you serious right now? The only reason we’re even having this conversation is because you’re jealous. Again!”

Rafe scoffed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Jealous? Of what? Some loser Pogue who doesn’t even know how to look at you right? Give me a break.”

Your blood boiled at his dismissive tone. “God, you’re impossible,” you snapped, moving toward the door. “I don’t even know why I bother-”

Before you could leave, Rafe stepped in front of you, his tall frame blocking your path. His eyes locked onto yours, and the intensity in them made your breath hitch.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

“Get out of my way,” you said, trying to shove past him, but his hands shot out, grabbing your wrists gently and pinning you against the door.

“No,” he growled, leaning in closer. “We’re not done here.”

Your chest heaved as you glared up at him, his body pressed against yours, his grip firm but not painful. The air between you was charged, electric, the line between anger and something much darker blurring with every second that passed.

“Let me go,” you said, but the words came out weak, unconvincing.

Rafe’s lips curled into a smirk, his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your skin. “You sure about that?” he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Because the way you’re looking at me right now says otherwise.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as his words sank in. He wasn’t wrong. Despite the anger simmering between you, there was something else, something undeniable.

“Rafe,” you started, your voice faltering.

“Say it,” he demanded, his gaze burning into yours.

“Say what?”

“That you want this,” he said, his grip on your wrists loosening slightly. “That you want me.”

You swallowed hard, your resolve crumbling under the weight of his intensity. “I hate you,” you whispered, but the words lacked any real venom.

“No, you don’t,” Rafe said, his lips brushing against your ear. “You hate how much you want me.”

And just like that, the dam broke.

You surged forward, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss that stole the breath from both of you. Rafe groaned against your mouth, his hands releasing your wrists to grab your hips, pulling you flush against him.

The kiss was messy, desperate, a clash of teeth and tongues as weeks of pent up frustration spilled out in a torrent of passion. His hands roamed over your body, gripping, kneading, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug your shirt over your head. “You’re driving me insane.”

“Good,” you shot back, your hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. “You deserve it.”

Rafe chuckled darkly, shrugging out of his shirt and tossing it aside. “You’ve got a smart mouth,” he said, his voice rough as he trailed kisses down your neck. “I think I need to do something about that, yeah?”

Your back hit the door as his lips found the sensitive spot below your ear, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. His hands slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down in one swift motion.

“Baby,” you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as his mouth continued its assault on your neck.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his hands gripping your thighs and lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms clinging to his shoulders as he carried you to the bed.

“Baby,” you repeated, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he laid you down on the mattress.

He hovered over you, his blue eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you beneath him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, his hands sliding up your thighs to hook around your underwear and pull them down. His touch was firm, confident, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“So wet for me,” he murmured, his fingers teasing your entrance. “You’re mine, Y/N. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

“Damn right you are,” he said, his lips capturing yours in another searing kiss as he pushed inside you.

The feeling of him filling you completely stole the air from your lungs, your body arching against his as he began to move. His rhythm was slow at first, deliberate, like he wanted to savor every moment. But it didn’t take long for the intensity to build, his thrusts growing harder, faster, as the heat between you reached a boiling point.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as his pace quickened. “You feel so good. So fucking perfect.”

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a response, as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Your nails dug into his back, leaving marks that only seemed to spur him on.

“Rafe,” you moaned, your voice trembling as you felt yourself teetering on the edge.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Come for me, baby. I’ve got you, alright?”

His words were your undoing, and with a cry of his name, you shattered beneath him, your body trembling as pleasure consumed you.

Rafe wasn’t far behind, his movements growing erratic as he chased his release. With a low groan, he buried his face in your neck, his body tensing as he found his own climax.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your ragged breaths, your bodies tangled together in the aftermath.

Finally, Rafe pulled back just enough to look at you, his blue eyes softer now as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “You drive me crazy,” you said, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

“Good,” he replied, his smile forming as he caught his breath. “You deserve it.”

You chuckled, your lips brushing against his in a surprisingly tender kiss. “Maybe,” you said. “But you’re stuck with me now.” And in that moment, he didn’t mind one bit.

[daryltwdixon]

Kinktober #2 Oral Fixation

as per usual, MDNI

summary: you're on guard duty with Daryl, and he's chewing his fucking fingernails again. fluffy!!! no smut for my 11% who prefer it that way :) short n sweet

The amount of times you’d look over and see Daryl Dixon chewing the skin of his nails was going to drive you insane.

The one night while you both were on watch in the guard tower you’d had enough. Partially because it was a bad habit of his you always caught him doing, but also partially because you wished…. You wished you could replace it with something else. Your tongue, lips, hell, you’d let him chew your finger if he asked nice enough. But Daryl felt like an enigma, impossible to read but so damn mesmerizing. You were almost certain he never noticed you, as usually you were with Maggie and Glenn since you’d joined their group. Glenn had become sort of your big brother in all of this when he found you starving and hurt on a run, hiding in an old pharmacy from the walkers outside. Maggie of course was l naturally the big sister counterpart. The one time you confessed to Maggie your curiosity about Daryl she couldn’t help but laugh and say “good luck with that one,” 

He was always so hard to read, so aloof, but you noticed his small smiles more and more lately as life settled into the prison and when you’d sneak glances at him, his eyes would also be on you. 

So that night, on watch up on the tallest guard tower you caught him with his thumb up to his mouth again, chewing the side of it like it owed him money. He eyes were intensely on the tree line as he mindlessly had his skin between his teeth.

“You’re gunna chew your fingers clean off one of these days,” you teased, your head leaning back on the outside wall of the tower. The railing was at your eye-line as you slouched against the cement wall. You looked over to him with a playful smile and he barely looked at you, not bothering to drop his hand. He just grunted and continued to look out at the tree line below you. 

“You know,” you gathered your courage before going on, making sure to keep your eyes strictly out on the fences, ��there are better things to put in your mouth than just your hand,” 

That sure got his attention. He looked over to you, pausing his incessant chewing, his eyebrow raised.

“You offerin’ any suggestions?” His blue eyes narrowed at you behind his dark curtains of bangs. 

You shrugged, still refusing to look over or else he might’ve seen the pink tinge to your cheeks even in the moonlight, “Maybe,” you said, “if you’re any good,” you bite your lip nervously, finally glanced over at him, doing a double take as you noticed his eyes looked at you with a different kind of intensity you’ve never seen on him. 

His eyes flickered down to your lips briefly, but just long enough that you caught it. You wondered how far you could push him until that rough exterior broke down. He lowered his hand from his face, his gaze turning predatory. 

“Good at what, exactly?” He seemed to want to push you back. Challenging you to break first. Or maybe he really was clueless. But you don’t let up, just shrugging and watching him with a smile, grateful he was playing along, “I have a couple ideas,” 

Your bravery only came from the fact he wasn’t brushing you off. He didn’t grunt at you in reply, he didn’t break eye contact. The air was starting to become charged, the watch tower feeling smaller and smaller around you. 

“You talk a lotta shit, you know that?” He grumbled, “all bark no bite,” 

He may have meant it as a dig but his words held no weight, like he was trying hard to not fall into the trap you were laying out for him. You chuckled and looked off then, breaking the eye contact that you held for so long. But as your eyes met the tree line, a hand blocked your vision, grabbing your face roughly. You gasped as it turned you toward him, his other hand resting on the other side of your face closest to the wall. Before you have a chance to gather your thoughts, his lips crashed against yours, sparks electrocuting where he melded into you. For all his rough exterior—the calloused hands, dirt smudged face— his lips were incredibly soft. 

They moved along yours with a hunger, his tongue darting out to part your lips, which you happily obliged. Your tongues glided along each other, moving between teasing and needy. When his thumb rubbed your temple you felt your head spin and you brought your hands to his front, fisting his shirt to bring him into you even more. You couldn’t get him close enough. You felt enveloped in his musk—the smell of cigarettes and sweat making you dizzy. Everything else in the world around you seemed to still, the crickets and buzzing of insects quieted and the world paused its turning as you embraced each other. 

He pulled back then, both of you breathless. He held your face inches from his, his eyelashes tickling your face as he spoke. 

“How’s that for any good?” he said, so softly that his lips brushed over yours and you could feel his breath against you.

You breathed a small laugh into him and he dove for your lips again. 

[thehandsresisthim]

“bdsm headcanons - Johnny “Soap” MacTavish”

contains: discussion of bdsm, dom/sub relationship, sub!soap, dom!gn!reader

word count: ~700

brat or obedient?

⋆｡♡ ˚ yeah he’s the brattiest little bitch. at least at the start of a scene.

⋆｡♡ ˚ johnny’s always all excited, and trying to provoke you.

⋆｡♡ ˚ this is what he likes about being dommed - testing your limits, then being put in his place.

⋆｡♡ ˚ at first, whenever you two start something, he criticises almost everything you do in a mocking manner, or in a questioning tone.

⋆｡♡ ˚ you grab a paddle to punish him with? “hey! why don’t you just spank me with your hands?”

⋆｡♡ ˚ you get out a pair of handcuffs for him? “i look way better in rope, you know, master.”

⋆｡♡ ˚ when he acts like a brat, he loves it when you kinda… don’t take him seriously. just mockingly scoff and go “silly johnny. that’s not a good idea at all.”

⋆｡♡ ˚ loves, loves, loves the condescending tone. he kinda has a thing for getting talked down to. he loves to know that you’re in charge now - and, in play, everything is your choice.

⋆｡♡ ˚ once you punish him and mock him, he finally drops the brat act.

kinks and limits:

⋆｡♡ ˚ he loves being degraded. for example, johnny drools a fuckton when he is being overstimulated (which is another thing he likes) - and he is a very happy man when you mock him about that. “aww, look, my dumb little puppy can’t control himself, drooling all over himself, huh?” or “i wonder, does your cock or your mouth leak more?”

⋆｡♡ ˚ puppy play. yeah, he’s ready to wear a collar and a leash, but he’s also not opposed to being muzzled. put him in a cage when he’s bad. (whether that be a human-sized cage or one for his cock)

⋆｡♡ ˚ overstimulation is another thing, ideally mixed with bondage - use your hands or a toy on his leaky, sensitive cock and he’s writhing around, unsure if he wants to get away from your touch or if he wants more.

⋆｡♡ ˚ once you've corrected his behaviour, he appreciates some praise. even better when it sounds like you're talking to a dog, all “who's my good boy? my very, very best boy? yes… yes, it's my good Johnny!! good boy!!”

⋆｡♡ ˚ i mentioned it earlier too, but he likes the idea of wearing a cock cage. like i said, he's a huge fucking brat, and it keeps him in line. at least for a while.

⋆｡♡ ˚ okay so this last one of his preferences isn't really a kink but the guy loves to orally please you. makes it messy too - loves, loves, loves having your… fluids all over his face. goes insane when you praise him whilst he does it.

⋆｡♡ ˚ he does have a few limits, however:

-> doesn't care much for more extreme pain. no cbt for him, please.

-> okay i can't really explain why but i feel like he dislikes temperature play. johnny always runs hot (the guy is your personal space heater, always warm to cuddle with) and whether you just use wax or just ice, or use other means to quickly switch between hot and cold sensations - it overwhelms him and makes him uncomfortable.

-> hates being ignored as a punishment. i headcanon him as always being overexcited and a bit loud as a kid, and sometimes he'd get ignored when people got tired of him. it still makes him feel genuinely insecure, so he wouldn't be okay with you doing it as a punishment.

aftercare:

⋆｡♡ ˚ i think it always takes a bit for him to get out of subspace. he enjoys spending time with you, when he's in subspace, in a non-sexual context.

⋆｡♡ ˚ probably enjoys, after getting cleaned up a bit, just lying down on your chest as he still wears his collar and you run your fingers through his hair.

⋆｡♡ ˚ big cuddler.

⋆｡♡ ˚ he's usually not that exhausted after a scene, so he can do at least some of the physical aftercare himself. still, he likes it better when you're there with him and help him.

⋆｡♡ ˚ usually gives a little feedback on the scene immediately after, something like “tha’ was good”, but the real feedback comes a few hours later or the next day, depending on when you guys did the scene.

⋆｡♡ ˚ big on communication. wants to make sure you are always comfortable. he can be a very bratty sub, but he worries about being overwhelming or annoying.

thank you for reading! check out my masterlist for more fics ❤️ - and here’s the same bdsm headcanon thing for ghost (this one is for fem!readers only, sry)

[blkbbyprincess]

housewife [t]hottie! ryomen.s x blk!reader nsfw

many wonder how you'd get ryomen sukuna; the king of curses, to submit to you and be your personal little prince.

the way he'd look at you at the park, parties, or even at the grocery store shopping right beside him was obvious to those who noticed; that something you had to offer was damned worth the while and they sure weren't talking about your breathtaking looks and charm either.

you had your husband wrapped around your little finger from the moment he stepped in from work. eyes set on him hungry with desire, and enough determination to make sure he'd be crying out "oh god's." as you would work his cocks well; but that was for later.

you made him his favorite for dinner, and served it to him with nothing but a lacey pink robe with an apron with "spank the cook" on the frontside.

this was different than other nights, because he was used to you being in one of your nightgowns with a glowy bare face and a bonnet atop your head snug as it should be. he wasn't complaining though, never. not when he could see the outline of your curves in that skimpy little apron, a new full set of top and bottom lashes with a bit on liner on the bottom lash line, and that ass.. he couldn't get more blessed than this.

"want me to follow instructions on the apron, baby?" he smirked.

"if you'd like baby, but how bout this, once you get finished eating, i'll take you upstairs for desert." immediately knowing what you were addressing as dessert, the pink haired man began to catch on. "well what if Im hungry for desert now?, i've got a sweet tooth ya'know."

"hm, that's nice to know, but you havent got more of a sweet tooth than me."

that's how you ended up on your knees at the dinner table; sucking and slobbing up one of sukuna's cocks and taking sweet care of his balls while you were at it. he begged and pleaded with you to eat your pussy first like a starved man who didn't literally have a plate of real food in front of him, but all it took was you hips on his, straddling him gently, and a finger of yours up to his mouth and a "shhh" while dragging your other hand down his chest and stomach, eventually going down to his pants and unbuckling them with one hand.

you removed your hips from his and dropped down to the floor; pulling his pants down as you went. you could feel yourself pooling at your core, but you had a mission to fulfill, ignoring the fact that you'd been craving for some dick all day and toying with yourself while imagining both of his cocks would be inside you later.

you throated his shit like a champ, not wanting to leave out the other cock, you started to overstimulate him by bringing your hand to his other length and swirling around the tip where precum leaked with your thumb.

"mmhm, my bitch is taking my shit so- fuck"you had this man clutching his fists on the dining room table for god's sake, who was he to act like he was in charge right now? if anything you should've sucked him up right until he was about to bust and then stop, but why be cruel to your baby when you could remind him why he will never leave you? so you stretched your tounge to where one of his cocks started, and looped it around as far as it could go around his length, and that made him loose it.

"shit shit shit, ok im sorry, y-you're in charge baby, you're in charge!" he whines. that's all you needed to hear to finish him up and get ready to swallow all his nut.

"oh shit, oh fuck, oh god! k-keep doing that please baby don't stop, you're making me feel so, so good."

"mmh, fuck I'm bout to cum down your throat, it's gonna be so much baby."

"i'm bout to-uh-, I'm bout to come!"

all you did was look up at him with those eyes that made him go absolutely insane, and that was all the confirmation he needed to shoot right down your throat. with a little more bobbing of your head, and a wholeee lot of "fuck, fuck, fuck's" , he came right down your throat with both of you moaning as he did. he tapped the tip of one of his cocks on your tongue as a signal to wring him out, and so you did. the other cock that you were handling with your hand, was leaking with cum from it too; so you were sure to clean that up as well, no need to waste any! you slowly slid your mouth off of his cock and held your tounge out at his tip. you grabbed his length and tapped it on your tounge wringing out everything he had left in him. afterwards, you got up off your knees and stood above him, with a smile, while he was still heaving and breathing shakily with a hand on his forehead.

you licked your mouth and licked your fingers as he watched and stared; just to tease him a bit. after all it did taste pretty good; it seems pineapples do help a guy after all.

"aww, baby you didn't even you to finish your real dinner!" you whined in a playful voice. you began to make your way upstairs as another way of playing with his feelings. he eventually sat up and gawked at you as if you didn't just slurp him down as if it were an average tuesday afternoon. he looked at the plate, and then looked at you as you walked up the stairs slowly bending over and stepping out of your panties while your robe hanging off your body slowly coming down as well. his jaw dropped and he immediately stood up with yet another hard-on just by the sight of you again.

"baby- w-wait for me!" he whined as he hurriedly took off his shirt and tossed it somewhere to be worried about later, and the same was done with his shoes. "put that dish in the microwave, and then come see about me, handsome." you said in a sultry tone from the top of the stairs as you giggled to yourself and strolled around to your shared bedroom. ryo's never obeyed orders this quick in his life, he picks up the plate of food and places in the microwave; forgetting to close the door and is running up the stairs taking off the little of clothing he had on left.

boyyyy, did you have him whipped.

[mr-nauseam]

Hii! I've never sent an ask here, but since you're participating in the ask game thing i thought i'd send one! For the sleepover saturday thing, what was the most impactful moment of the book for you? What's a headcanon you haven't talked about here before, or did and would like to share more on?

Have a nice day!! ^^

OMG IM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOOU!!! I LOVE YOUR BLOG TRULY, UR ART ITS AMAAAZING, AND THE POSTS U SHARE ARE TOP TIER <3 also you have clearly a wonderful taste bc Gaul,,, the mad scientific yoo are

Ty for the ask! I think this question I can classificate in two: 1. Things that impact me on my first reading 2. Things that impact me on my thousand of rereadings

1. When I first read the book! I was impacted by Clemensia incident a lot, like I have always loved the scientific fucked side of Capitol, in THG we see many mutts, but we never see before anything like the case of Clemensia, so I WAS SCREAMING AND GASPING WITH IT.

I mean Clemensia showing her scales and screaming and then being taken away by force? IT WAS BRUTAAAl.

On a similar note, I would not say Sejanus death, like he's my favorite character from all the saga? Yes. It impact me his death? Not really, I was sad clearly, but was very una muerta anunciada from the moment Snow send that record, however, NOTHING PREPARE ME FOR THE AFTER IT.

Thats a scene I think we dont talk enough about in the fandom BUT THE MOMENT WHEN THE OFFICER - GUY WHO WAS IN CHARGE CALLING CORIOLANUS TO HIS OFFICE AND THE FUCKING ATTITUDE THAT MISERABLE WORM SHOW OFF?? I knew he fucking sucks, I read many of this anti district shit comments and cursed him, yet... I wasnt expecting HIM TO DO THAT! TO GO THAT BAD!

HIM SAYING HE WAS ENJOYING HIMELF BY PRETEND BE SEJANUS FRIEND? THAT HIJO DE LA VER** CHIN** TU REPU******** MADRE. MISERABLE GUSANO!

Another scene and that Im so so sad the movie take away was MA PLINTH POINTING TO THE TELEVISION SAYING SHE KNEW WHERE HER SON WAS, and talking of Ma Plinth, the why I would personally PUSH OFF GRANDMA SNOW FROM A BALCONY IN A 10 FLOOR, its bc AT THE END OF TBOSAS SHE SAW MA PLINTH AND THOUGHT WAS A SERVANT. My jaw drop to the floor when I read that the first time.

In my rereadings... I could never sympathy with Snow, yet I swear IN EVERY REREADING I DO HE GET WORST SOMEHOW. You must understand that I read fragments of TBOSAS an insane amount, daily Im re reading scenes, when I think of lore for certain families or characters, I go back to my pdf and I reread every thing that was said of them, I re read A LOT, so MIND YOU, WHY EVERY TIME, CORIOLANUS GET WORST AND WORST???

Two moments that got with my mouth open and paralyzed was that, english is not my first language and took me a time read tbosas in english, ok but once I got that pdf, I was rereading one day some stuff of the 10th games, and Coriolanus used a verb for Jessup that I dont understood, like I get in a way what he was saying bc of context but the exact meaning escape to me, so I research it.

DUDE. HE USE A VERB USED TO TALK ABOUT ANIMALS. FUCKING ANIMALS. Ohh and probably one recent its that theres one part WERE CORIOLANUS FUCKING TALK OF PEOPLE IN CAVES REGARDING DISTRICT PEOPLE. WHATS WRONG WITH HIM, SERIOUSLY.

Other moment that got me its all what Casca say of Mrs. Snow in canon, that exact quote Im obssesed with of "your pretty vapid mother that convince herself you father would give her love and freedom." IT IMPACT ME A LOT, enough to me do an ocs (thats how Julia Snow born).

Abt the headcanons I have many many but one that I believe I mention once but I have never go futher in it, is that I BELIEVE LIVIA CARDEW HAVE MOMMY ISSUES. I got ONE line of her and her mom to be changed forever, this my truth, Im speaking it. I can argue it, I can go to the crusades for it, joking but I do can explain it.

OTHER HC I HAVE AND I THINK I NEVER MENTION OUTSIDE SOME MUTUALS AND THAT I BRING ITS BC I WANT ASK YOU SOMETHING. In my head (I read book before the movie!) Gaul's laboratory look exactly like what the hell was doing Arca in the concept art of her album: Kick II. You can look like it in google imagenes: Arca kick ii and the vision should appear to you.

SOOOO I WAS CURIOUS. YOU HAVE VISUALIZATION OVER GAUL'S LABORATORY? The movie despiction fit to you? (I think the lab in movie was a slay, one of my few fav parts of it), when you read the book you keep it in mind or a new imagen pop up in your head?

Anyway, its all, sorry the long rant, I cant shut up and ofc u are free of do the question, if you dont, you are free of dont.

[roofieprincess]

angel dust

sloppy rafe cameron smut(i have the imagination but not the writing skill😭)

des: dirty talk, drugs, addiction, abuse, ex, toxic, pet names, hard k!nk, dark, dd!g, outerbanks, obx, drew starkey, rafe cameron.

you and your toxic ex bf broke up about 2 weeks ago. you’ve been together off an on for 6 months and the highlights of your relationship were doing drugs, arguing and fucking. he was a dealer himself so you always your shit for free. plus you had a shitty day and huge craving for coke. you texted rafe letting him know you were pulling up but didn’t explain why. bet he thought you were ready to beg to get back together again.

you knock at the door nervously waiting for him to answer. rafe opens the door looking you up and down with a smirk “look who came crawling back” you pushed passed him while rolling your eyes, inviting yourself into his house. “you got coke rafe?” you asked straightforwardly. he sits down on the couch with the table in front of him that was covered in bags of weed, pills, a scale, and some other shit. “yeah? u need some?” he said. you replied with a embarrassed nod. “$90 for a gram.” he said bluntly. you stared at him with shock “are you fucking serious? you’re gonna charge?” you said confused. he smirked and shrugged his shoulders, “you can suck my dick and i’ll make it $50” teasing you. “you’re insane” … “breaking up with me and still expecting princess treatment is insane” he replied.. “ok but i didn’t bring any money” you said with your arms crossed, as you slowly scan his body with your pretty big eyes. rafe can tell you’re actually considering fucking him for drugs. he really didnt care about the money, just something about you being a desperate slut. rafe stands up in front of you, towering over your little frame “guess that means i gotta use your pussy huh?” he grabs a hand full of your hair pulling your neck back and kissing it up and down “really gonna fuck me for drugs?” he says with his lips against your ear. “m-mhm” kinda pathetic but you could give less of a shit. rafe always knew exactly how to fuck you, exactly what you wanted. yes you’re not on the best terms but it was still a win win situation

~he cut up two big lines. one for you and one for him. watching you do drugs always turned him on. of course he made you do another. after snorting your shaky hand dropped the dollar bill, you threw your head back on the couch followed with a strong deep sigh. rafe positions hisself in between your legs pulling up your skirt and pulling your lacey pink panties to the side. “fuck i missed you” he said pulling his pants down enough for his hard cock to poke out. normally he’d eat your pussy or finger you but he couldn’t wait. he shoved his fingers in your mouth and used the spit to smoothly slide his hard pretty dick inside you. your eyes start rolling back already “f-uckk, rafe” sneaks out of your pouty lips. he knows exactly where you like his dick thrusting so he speeds up on that spot. “like that shit baby? bet you missed this dick huh?” he loves grabbing your face while pounding you so he can watch you go brain dead on his cock. “fuckin love when you’re all drugged up, taking it like a good whore” rafes naturally aggressive but god the coke doesn’t help. he couldn’t help but be extra rough when he choked you and smacked you around, you look so pretty all abused and you love it too. “ahh- hold on-“ you squealed overstimulated but fighting back made him go harder. “f-fuckk d-addy yess” tears rolling down your beat up cheeks as you struggle to take it all but you try your best to be a good girl for daddy. you feel a knot start to build up in your stomach… legs shaking and hips thrusting. “c-cumming baby” you cry as the best orgasm you’ve had since the breakup gets fucked out of you “yeah…the cokes good, huh mama? you want more?” you try to respond but basically too brain dead at this point, eyes can barely stay straight. rafe grins proudly seeing the sloppy mess he caused you to made on his dick. he’s almost there with you. “m’gonna fill this dumb lil pussy up and feed you more drugs mama” ….. “that’s what you want?” he asks with slurred speech, “mhm f-k yes” as you run your hands down his sweaty arms making eye contact. listening to his sexy deep groans as you feel his cock twitching inside of you and then his thick warm cum getting dumped deep in your worthless hole.

“come do another line princess”.

[papergirllife]

Jeong Jaehyun

Fwb! Jaehyun x reader

What started off as just a casual fling with Johnny’s sister, Jaehyun finds himself spiraling when he realises his feelings for you, and if that wasn’t messy enough, his best friend just has to catch him in the act.

warnings : unprotected sex, rough sex, cream pie, fluff, etc.

Summer holidays during your university is usually filled with kids looking forward to going out together and going on the adventure they had planned at the start of the school year, or some, just want a gateway to Jeju to relax, but you? You had other plans.

Instead of leaving Seoul, you plan on staying right here, spending time with your brother, Johnny, and his members, but right now, you are planning to go see Jaehyun, only Jaehyun.

Sleeping with Jaehyun was supposed to be a one time thing, it was one night at their dorms when the guys were discussing about Jaehyun’s escapades, he had a renowned reputation for being a lady’s man in their company, and you heard his dick was a ten out of ten, so why not give it a go?

It has been 5 months since the start of this friend with benefits relationship, the two of you weren’t exclusive, but neither of you seem to have found anyone better.

Right after your last class, you got a text from Jaehyun.

Jungwoo is out with his sister and Johnny is out with Mark, come hang out ;)

You typed a quick okay, heading to the bus station to get to their dorms as soon as possible.

When you got there, you had unfortunately bumped into Donghyuck when he was on his way out.

“Noona? You're here to see Johnny? He's out with Mark though,” Donghyuck informed you.

“It's alright, I'm in no rush, I'll just wait for him here,” you said before letting yourself in, looking around to see if anyone else was around before sneaking up to the tenth floor, heading into Jaehyun’s room.

“Hi baby, you look gorgeous today, like you always do,” Jaehyun complimented, his arms outstretched to envelope you in his arms, the two of you staying like this for almost two minutes, just relishing in each others warmth.

“I missed you, Jaehyun,” you said, your feet moving forward in little steps, plopping him onto the bed with your added weight.

“We were literally just hugging, what's gotten you so worked up?” Jaehyun asked, his eyes lighting up at how yours was shining at his.

“I'm just in a good mood, and when I'm in a good mood, my sex drive tends to fluctuate,” you said, removing your cardigan, feeling the heat building up within you, revealing your cute bra underneath, soft pink just like the tips of his ears.

Jaehyun reaches out, the pads of his thumbs touching your clothed breasts, tracing the lace patterns, he reached the back of your bra, unclasping it, letting it fall below your shoulders, sliding it off your arms.

You tug the hem of Jaehyun's shirt, taking it off him to expose his chiseled body, letting your hands wander the expanse of his smooth skin, going all the way to his muscular back, holding onto him as he manoeuvres the two of you onto his bed, laying your head gently on the pillow.

“You have sheets,” you said, surprised to feel linen silk beneath you.

“Just for you,” he said, eyes looking downwards, embarrassed that he's lazy to place sheets onto the mattress when he's alone.

“You wouldn’t have to if we went to my place instead, then we could’ve been as loud as we want,” you said as Jaehyun nipped the skin just beside your nub, marking you in places only the two of you can see.

“Wanted to see you in my bed,” Jaehyun mumbled before taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking it like a newborn baby as his other hand wanders to your skirt, flipping it up to rub circles on your clothed clit, your breathing staggers at the ministrations, biting down onto your lip to silence yourself.

“Hurry, Jae, Johnny might be back soon,” you said before bucking your hips up, signaling him to pick up the pace.

“Are you sure you're wet enough? It was a week ago when we last had sex,” Jaehyun reminded you, fearing that he'd hurt you without proper foreplay.

“You literally sent a dick pic two nights ago, I'm fine, I’m really wet right now, shouldn't you do something about it?” you said, whispering the last part in a seductive tone that you know drives Jaehyun insane, tempting him.

“Fuck, okay,” Jaehyun immediately agrees, his cock jolting up at the thought of you touching yourself to him, Jaehyun stands up to take off his pants tugging down your panties after, a trail of arousal in between your thighs.

Jaehyun inserts two fingers inside you, making a scissoring motion, making sure you’re loose enough as he licks the trail of juices on your thigh, his teeth grazing the expanse of your thigh, biting down onto the flesh near your heat, sucking on it harshly until a flower blooms, red and purple dusting your skin.

After cleaning you up, he lined himself at your entrance, pushing in an inch, feeling how wet you were, he decided to just slam his whole length inside you, a loud whine of his name falling from your lips as your chest arched into his touch, he observed your face, taking in how you had a dazed look in your eyes, smiling slightly at how full you feel when he was all the way in, letting you adjust before he decides to move, but you seem to be more impatient today.

“What are you waiting for? Fuck me,” you said, feeling Jaehyun twitch inside you.

“Watch your mouth, baby,” Jaehyun said before giving your butt a spank, the pain was mild, just the right amount to remind you who's in charge and still feels arousing to you.

Jaehyun pulls out majority of his length, leaving the tip in before sheathing it back in quickly. You moan at the sudden pleasure, instinctively, Jaehyun covers your mouth before continuing his pace, snapping his hips against yours, the tip of his length brushing your sweet spot at every thrust, Jaehyun knew your body like the back of his hand, using it to his advantage, he’d always position himself right at that angle whenever the two of you needed to be quick.

Jaehyun removes his hand from your mouth when he felt both of you reaching your high soon, lips capturing yours, the feeling of your warm walls clenching around him was a feeling he could only describe as euphoric, slowly tipping him over to his orgasm.

With a hand to spare now, Jaehyun lets his hand travel southwards your body, parting your folds to reveal your swollen clit to him, rubbing it in harsh circles, pushing you over the edge as yours legs jolted from the sudden orgasm, your walls spasming around Jaehyun, as you struggled not to scream aloud, muffling your sounds with your arm, your high pushed him over the edge as well, harshly pulling your arm away, he crashes his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he gives you a few last sloppy pumps to ride out both your highs.

When the two of you finished, Jaehyun pulled out slowly, watching the mixture of cum escaping your core, pride swelling at the sinful scene.

Jaehyun gets up to pull tissues from the box, wiping you clean before crashing onto the bed beside you, tugging the blankets up as he captures you in his hold, making sure you won’t get cold.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, someone barges in Jaehyun's room, making you jump at the sound.

“Hey, Jae, my sister left, wanna get coffee together? I'll just drop off her drink on the way back,” Johnny said quickly, halting in his tracks when he sees you, his sister, in his best friend’s bed, the both of you obviously naked underneath.

“What the fuck?!” Johnny asked, looking at his friend with a mixture of anger and disappointment.

“You, out,” Johnny ordered, pointing his finger at Jaehyun.

Jaehyun curses under his breath, slipping out of bed to dress himself.

“We should explain this together,” you said, knowing how angry Johnny could get.

“No, it's alright, get some rest, I can handle this,” Jaehyun said before heading out of his room.

By the time he was out, all of the members on the 10th floor were hanging around the living area, some were here for the pipping hot tea, some were here to make sure things won't get out of hand.

“You could've slept with anyone, why my sister? Aren't the girls at the company enough for you?” Johnny questioned, his tone borderline mad.

“Look, Johnny, hear me out. I stopped sleeping around with other girls, I think most of you realised that, I haven't been bringing girls over for a long time now,” Jaehyun started off, his friends nodding, just realising that their friend hasn’t been bringing hook ups home like the past.

“The thing is, I really like her, Johnny, I didn’t mean to catch feelings, but once I realised that, I couldn't even look at anyone other than your sister, just give me some time to tell her that myself,” Jaehyun said, finishing up his explanation, praying that he’d make out of this unscathed.

Johnny looked at him, noting how serious he looks right now, nothing like the Jaehyun who joked about how ladies get in line for him.

“Okay, as long as you don't break her heart. If she comes to me crying, you’re a dead man, Jeong Jaehyun,” Johnny warned, his eyes deathly.

Jaehyun, releasing a breath of air he was holding in, nods at his friend before going back to his room, only to find out that you were up, dressed in his shirt, a goofy smile on your face that he adores.

“I heard everything,” you started off with, “and I really like you too, Jae,” you said before opening your arms, gesturing him into a hug.

“Wait, really?” Jaehyun asked in disbelief, but nevertheless requited your hug.

“Yes, you idiot, took you long enough to realise,” you said before kissing him on the lips passionately, the pace slower than usual, just so you could express your feelings for him.

Jaehyun pulls away shortly after, his hands mushing your cheeks together, a lovesick smile on his face before he pulls you in another kiss, the two of you falling onto his bed in giggles like two teenagers in love.

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

How about some Rigger Donna👀? Headcanons or scene whatever you prefer~ Would the hallucinations play a role when the lovely Lady has her fun? Would they get stronger or change?

I feel like this took wayyy too long for me to write 🤣 But I do hope you guys will enjoy it! Some soft but possessive dominant Donna at your... service 😏  

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There was a slight hum upon her lips, a simple melody resonating deep within her throat as Donna finished yet another knot against your willing flesh. You had never seen her look so relaxed before - so calculated - with each line of rope meticulously placed with absolute precision. The warm lighting from the fireplace reflecting beautifully off the small patches of skin that resided between them - casting intricate shadows across the length of your body. The doll-maker’s calm movements almost hypnotic as she moved from one section of rope to the other

“Safeword?” 

Her voice was quiet, yet fierce - completely in control.

“Puppet.”

She nodded, “And are you comfortable?”

“Quite, ma’am.” 

It had been almost a month since you had arrived at House Beneviento. Abruptly taken from your spot at the castle to help the quiet doll-maker with the upkeep of her manor. With only a few words shared between you on those first nights, you never would have guessed you’d be in the position that you were in now. Settled on all fours in front of her - legs spread - completely bound, and at her mercy. Tangled elegantly in nothing but rope and the unmistakable feelings that you held for her. 

Donna hummed in response, her long fingers tracing smoothly over the knots that now perfectly decorated your body - tugging on each one as she went down the landscape of you. The tea she had given you earlier slowly beginning to take its effect - soft edges around a world normally sharp as you as the room around you began to blur, washing you in a warm feeling. The wetness between your legs steadily building - your desire for her growing. Desperately longing for her touch - for the dexterous fingers of the one and only Donna Beneviento to grace your eager body with their presence - sweeping across your skin like an answer to every prayer you’ve ever had. 

“I must say, diletta…  you are a vision all wrapped up in pretty black rope.” 

Without even seeing it, you knew there was a deep smirk painted across  her lips. A low chuckle in her throat as she returned to her place behind you - the heat of her proximity instantly rolling over you, warming the exposed parts of your skin. 

“And quite aroused already, I see.” 

You shuddered as she slid a single finger down the front of your core.

“Mmh.. yes, ma’am.”

You felt her breath as she leaned over you, her fingers wrapped firmly in your hair as she gave it a slight tug back. 

“Let’s stick with Mistress for tonight, shall we?”

“Ah-! Y-yes,, Mistress.”

Donna released her grip just as quickly as she had taken it, forcing your head to fall forward with a sight gasp. 

“Sweet mia cara.. always so obedient, hm?” 

You shivered as the tips of her experienced fingers lingered from one patch of skin to the next. Your flesh, supple - plump between your secured restraints - eager beneath her teasing caresses. The soft black velvet of the chaise lounge was comfortable against your hands and knees, holding up your perfectly bound body - keeping it taught. 

“For you, Mistress, always.” 

The doll-maker hummed in response before leaning back. The distinct sound of simple fabric shifting was all you needed to hear to know that this goddess of a woman was slowly dropping to her knees behind you. An image that would send anyone’s mind reeling - that could force a heat in you so profound that you immediately went weak in the knees, feeling your core clench around nothing but the thought of her. You blushed at the sheer vulnerability to it, and her unwavering ability to always surprise you. 

“M-mistress?” 

“Hush, diletta.. Your Mistress wishes to taste you.” 

You whimpered as you pulled against your restraints, your whole body jerking in response. An inherent and profound heat rolling off of her - charging the cool night air between you. It was raw - all inhabiting, incomparable by nature- washing over your body like a warm bath. Electrifying it like a thunderstorm. A whisper of her lips upon your skin as she adjusted herself closer in, The content hum upon her lips telling you that she was likely enjoying the view. 

“You smell divine.”

You blushed fiercely at her praise - every bit of bound flesh engulfed in fluster beneath the soft black rope that so perfectly restrained it. 

“Ah.. Thank you, Mistress.”.

Your breath hitched - stuttering in your throat as the tip of her tongue slid ever so slowly up the center of your core. 

“And do you know what you taste like, mia cara?” 

“Ah-! W-what, Mistress?” 

“Mine.”

Utter possessiveness ringing through the otherwise smooth tones of Donna’s voice as she  forcefully took you into her mouth. A deep moan reverberating through your desire, seeping into your wet folds as she tasted you. Her fingers curling around the ropes that securely bound your hips, using them to hold onto - to force your backside straight back into her eager mouth. A prompt gasp from your lips as she slid the length of her tongue all the way up your entrance and over your clit. The warmth of it licking over every inch of your aching core, leaving no part of you untouched. Tugging firmly on your restraints as she pulled you closer still, thrusting her tongue deep inside of you. 

There wasn’t a single part of you that wasn’t completely overcome with some sort of sensation. A rolling heat sweeping across your body -  rivaling the cool air that surrounded it - causing goosebumps across your skin. An internal remnant of warmth - complements of Donna’s special tea - enhancing the world around you and everything within it. The feeling of your tongue tracing over your bottom lip as Donna worked her own into you. The slight bite to it as she found your clit, circling the width of it repeatedly over it until she ripped a cry straight from your lungs. 

“That’s right.. let your Mistress hear you.” 

Her words were indulgent, muffled into your needy flesh before she took your dripping core back into her mouth, deep thrusts as she lengthen her tongue as deep into you as it could go. Warm juices dripping down her chin like the most indulgent of honeys. Her hands firmly on your ropes, holding your body in place as she kept her tongue merciless inside of you. A slight spin to your surroundings as your body became more and more enveloped.. overcome by want.. by need.. by the absolute and unwavering desire that barrel rolled over you like a fever dream. You cried out again, your entire body shaking. 

“Ah-! Please, Mistress.. I want to feel..more of you.”

You whimpered as she paused - seemingly mulling over your request - as if she knew how often your mind wandered to the feeling of her fingers deep inside you as you went about your daily duties. How your core grew wet at just the thought of them against your skin. And how, when you were sure she wasn’t looking, you would watch her dexterous fingers as she worked them long into the midnight hours. But.. of course the wise doll-maker had seen you. Of course she knew. Catching a sharp glint from your eye as you stood quietly by the staircase, making sure not to make a peep. Blushing with each precise movement that her fingers made.

You let out a prompt curse at the feeling of them exactly where you wanted them to be - teasing against your entrance. Your core clenching at the mere proximity of them. Your desire for her now dripping steadily from your core in the absence of her tongue. 

“Is this what you want?” 

She asked the words once before sliding three indulgent fingers deep inside you.

“Mmph! Fuck… yes… thank you, Mistress.” 

Donna hummed quietly as she rose to her feet, leaning over you to give herself full access to the rest of your body. Her fingers still deep inside your core - stationary - filling you deliciously as they teased you. The brush of her lips ghosting over flushed patches of skin, moving eloquently between each one. A sharp inhale as she took your flesh between her teeth, nipping at it in the most delightful of ways, sweeping over it with her tongue. You wondered if you’d ever be given the chance to return the favor - to be allowed the ability to explore her body like a goddess that she was. You whimpered uncontrollably at the thought, at the profound heat that had set so deeply into your body that the entirety of it jerked - moaning as she  slowly slid her fingers out of you only to thrust them firmly back in..

��Tell me who you belong to, diletta.” 

Another thrust of her fingers, the sharpness of her teeth sinking back into your heated flesh.

“Ah-! You, Mistress! I belong to you!” 

She purred against your skin, relishing in the utter control that she had over you.- holding your pleasure in her hands as she drove her fingers harder and harder into you. The addition of a fourth finger immediately sending your mind reeling, forcing a desperate cry from your lips - your center stretching perfectly around her in a most profound heat. The length of her fingers curling deep inside you with each precise thrust that the doll-maker gifted you -  roughly driving them inside you. You moaned.. screamed,.. whined.. begged your Mistress for more. For her to claim you in every way possible - to wholly wreck you. Your desire dripping down your thighs, soaking the soft fabric beneath you at just the thought of it.

“Have I ever told you how much your obedience pleases me? How it makes my core ache in desire for you. 

Fuck.

The word spun through your mind unhindered, sweeping past your conscious thought and straight over your lips. To think that this immaculate being - this insanely gorgeous creature of a woman, with her fingers stuffed as deep inside of you as they could go - was standing there as calm as the water’s edge, with a core just as wet as one. And it was all because if you.

“Mistress.. I…”  

“Mia cara, if you can still speak… then your Mistress must not be doing her job properly.” 

The tone of Donna’s voice internally sparking something primal in you - setting your soul aflame as she began to firmly thrust her fingers inside of you. Her pace relentless, forcing your desire to gush freely from your core. Slicking over her fingers and down your soft skin. A guttural cry - a jerk of your hips - her other hand joining in, circling generously over your clit as her fingers continued to work you mercilessly. Your restraints  taught against your heated flesh as you pulled on them, every inch of you vibrating in desperation..  in an utter and absolute need for release. A supreme heat rolling over you - a tidal wave in nature - engulfing your body in a way that made you positive that the soft rope against your skin would burst into flames at any second. 

“Ah-! Mmp.. . Mistress.. I’m so.. close…”

She thrusted her fingers even firmer inside you, ripping a prompt cry from your lips.

“Then come for me, diletta… show your Mistress just how badly you desire her.” 

You could barely mutter a moan - hitch out a whimper - before the intense feeling took over you. It was all encompassing - a white hot pleasure swiftly spilling over every last cell that your body inhabited. Fireworks blinding behind your eyes as your whole body shook.. shuddered … jerked against the threads of fabric that securely bound you. Warm juices spilling out - dipping all the way down your Mistress’ wrist and almost down to her elbow.. Keeping the pace of her fingers steady until every last whimper was ripped from your breathless lips.

Your body limp against your restraints as you felt another surge from the tea spill over you. Covered deliciously in bite marks and sweat. Shuddering as she slid her fingers out of you - a most exquisite sound dripping from your core.

“You did so well, mia cara.” 

You could feel the world around you beginning to dim as a deep exhaustion started to take hold of you. Donna’s voice sounding incredibly close yet muffled.. more and more distant with each word. You forced your lips to move,  to murmur a soft ‘Thank you, Mistress’  before allowing the profound slumber to take over you - feeling the brush of her lips for just a moment before it swiftly pulled you under.

[feelin-woozy]

Title: Stoke The Fire

Word Count: 1984

Pairing: Bo Sinclair x female!reader

Warnings: Daddy kink, breeding, degradation, dumbification

Thanks @slasherrabbitmadness for the inspiration and the absolute brain rot that she has given me with the idea of dilf!Bo :) go check out her dilf Bo stuff because it's,,, chefs kiss.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to spend time over at Bo’s house; it became almost like a second home over the years. Your father and Bo have a relationship that bloomed from the moment they entered business together a few years back. It wasn’t easy to imagine what life was like before Bo became so close to your family.

A warm summer breeze blows past you, ruffling the soft saffron colored cotton of your dress against your thighs. Of course, you don’t miss the way Bo’s blue eyes dart to the newly exposed flesh of your thigh, but beyond that, he doesn’t make a move, just sips the beer in his hand and takes another easy drag off the cigarette.

Your dad is prattling on about this and that, talking about some jackoff who tried to rip him off the other day at work claiming that his rate was ludacris and that there were a dozen other mechanics that could do it for cheaper. And sure, that may have been true, but the quality wasn’t there. It wasn’t biased, perhaps a little, but it was still a well known fact that your dad and Bo ran the best mechanic shop in town; it’s why they got away with the rates they charged. And there was always a sense of taking care of the community, their community, that had the townsfolk whipped and willing to shell out the money.

The lively strumming of guitars swirled around you, and you bounced your leg to the steady beat of the Seether song that played over the speakers. It was heavier than the usual stuff that your dad played around the house, but then there were many things about Bo that were heavier. Perhaps that’s why they worked so well together.

Your attention is drawn away from the melodic beat and easy going conversation between Bo and your dad when a small hand tugs at the hem of your dress. You turn your head to look down at the young girl, blue eyes staring up at you with a smile that lacked a few teeth. You return the smile to her, waiting for her to speak and voice whatever thoughts swirled around in that head of hers.

You had nearly forgotten that Oliva was here with the three of you. Bo’s time with her split with his ex-girlfriend, who he had some choice words about every time she was brought up. The young girl was undeniably Bo’s child through unruly brown hair bouncing with every shift she made and blue eyes that were carbon copies of her father’s. You couldn’t help but wonder what she got from her mother; Bo didn’t have any photos of her around the house.

“Will you come play with me?” She reaches for your hands, her skin slightly sticky from God knows what, but you don’t pull away; you just give her hand a small squeeze in return.

“Olive, sweetie, don’t bug her. Go play by yourself okay?” Bo says softly, a sort of sternness shining through his words. You lift your gaze to look at Bo, and you catch a glimpse of fondness that softens the lines of his face. Olivia whines, eyebrows furrowing as if she’s about to pitch a fit at Bo’s words.

“It’s okay Bo,” You smile at him, wide and radiant as you get to your feet without letting go of Olivia’s hand. “I don’t mind.”

Bo just nods his head with a bit of a shrug before turning his attention to your dad again. However, you don’t miss the way his eyes surveil you as Olivia drags you to the small backyard park that Bo and your dad had built together the previous summer.

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It’s almost two weeks later when you find yourself bent over the laminate countertop, hands scrambling for purchase as you’re pushed forward again and again. You hadn’t even been here for five minutes, coming by only to grab some tools for your dad to borrow, wearing that same saffron dyed dress you had worn last time that you were over here. Bo’s worn trucker hat lost to the linoleum, jeans pushed only half way down his thighs, leaving his belt to jangle incessantly with every movement. The edge of the countertop digs into your hip bones saved only for the dress that’s bunched up over the curve of your ass. It does little to pad and protect you against the vicious rocking of Bo’s hips, but it’s better than nothing.

“Been thinkin’ about this sweet pussy every fuckin’ day,” Bo groans, grimey fingers curling into your hips and dragging you back against himself. He stays put for a moment, keeping your bodies pressed flushed together. “Been thinkin’ about knocking you up.”

The way your pussy flutters around his length is indecorous, the whimper you let out even more so. But it can’t be helped; hearing the filth that dripped from Bo’s lips always had that effect on you, but there was something about the way he said it that made your insides churn. The serious edge to his words that wasn’t there the times you had fucked prior, the way his words turned from a pipe dream to something that could be a reality.

“Does my baby like that idea?” Bo titters, the noise breathless and broken. A testament to the effect that this was having on him as well. “Like the thought of me fuckin’ a baby into you?”

“Fuck, Bo.” Your head drops, cheeks pressing into the chilled countertop. You don’t even pretend like this wasn’t doing it for you, hips rocking back against his to tempt him into staying true to your word. “Yeah, yeah fuck.”

He leans over you, the thin cotton t-shirt dragging along your sweat-slicked back as he pressed his lips to your neck, teeth catching the rosy skin. For a moment, you think that he was about to leave a mark to bloom against your skin, a small sign over ownership that would have you avoiding your parents’ home till the skin healed, and you could look them in the eyes once more.

“Gunna have to get you off that birth control of yours,” Bo murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek before he pulls away again, looming over you and admiring the way he has you splayed out like a wrecked mess in his kitchen. The windows open, and the back sliding door cracked so neighbors would be able to hear every little indecent noise that passed your lips like a mantra. You were glad for the arborvitae that lined the fence. It gave you some privacy, even if it wasn’t much, and it did ease your nerves considerably. “After that, maybe I’ll just keep you on my cock day ‘n night till I know it took.”

Your hands curl into fists at the thought, knuckles blanching under the force. The idea has your mind melting; nothing has ever sounded so perfect to you. It was almost insane how easily Bo got you cockdrunk, how easily he bent you to every whim that crossed his mind. But there was something about his smile, his scent, the way he could play you as if the two of you were made for each other that left you a strung out fanatic.

“Tell me how badly you want it,” Bo growls, nails cutting crescent shaped moons into your hips. If he wasn’t dragging you so perfectly through the trenches of pleasures, the pain might have brought you from the lust addled fog, but instead, it only shoves you down further. It made you feel like you were drowning, drowning in his words, the scent of sex that hung headily around you, the obscene noises that sounded like your own but were so far away, the way skin slapped against each other and the wet noises of your pussy dripping around his thick cock. It was all too much, and you knew it would only be a matter of time before your orgasm swept you pitilessly under the current. “Come on baby, if you wanna cum you gotta tell Daddy how badly you want it.”

A sob tears through your chest, thighs shaking as you’re forced onto the points of your toes with each thrust. Bo laughs above you cruelly, not once slowing down and allowing you a moment of reprieve to find your words. There was a satisfaction in seeing the way he strung you along, bringing you so close to the edge, and you knew that if you didn’t give in, give him what he wanted, he would pull away.

It wouldn’t have been the first time. There had been many times he’d pull out only to jerk himself off to completion and paint your pussy, or your panties, only to force you to wear his cum as a reminder. So you try with a renewed desperation, to try and formulate anything of sense before Bo had the chance to pull out of you.

“I-I fuck,” You stutter, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Every time the words were cocked and loaded on your tongue, the way he brushed against that spot within you had them rolling off your tongue in the form of drool. If it didn’t feel so fucking good, it would’ve been beyond humiliating.

“You look fuckin’ pathetic like this,” Bo sneers, hips stuttering. You knew he was close, his words coming out a sharp rasp as each thrust was punctuated with a guttural growl. “Just an empty headed slut made to be knocked up. S’okay baby, Daddy will take care of you.”

That’s what sends you over the edge, cunt clenching down like a vice around the cock plowing into you. It must have been good because you’re distantly aware of the sound of Bo choking on a noise within his throat. And God, do you wish that you were more aware and not floating listlessly through the waves of pleasure so you could see just how wrecked Bo was. You wanted to acknowledge the way graying brown hair clung to his forehead, cheeks flushed as he gritted his teeth. It was always one of your favorite sights. A low moan tumbles from the two of you at the feeling of warmth filling you, the gentle pulsing of his cock as he empties himself within you.

The two of you remained like that for a moment, and you silently wished it would never end as you tried to quell your racing heart and the rapid movement of your chest. Then, when Bo begins to pull out, you whine, but he only snickers, fingers moving from your hips to dance along your folds, running through the slick and cum that dripped out.

“Ya mean it?” You whine softly, pressing back as he pushes cum back inside of you.

“Mean what, baby?” Bo muses, fingers moving at a taunting pace. You crane your neck a bit to stare up at Bo, catching the post sex bliss that overlays his face, the smug look that only makes your stomach twist, thighs clenching.

“Are you going to knock me up?” Your tongue flicks out over your lower lip, eyes fluttering at the feeling of his thick fingers stretching you open once more. Bo groans low in his throat at the thought, and you peek your eye open to catch sight of the twisted grin on his face and the dark intent that swirled within blue eyes.

“Course I am,” Bo says matter of factly as he pulls his fingers out of you, reaching down to grab the lace panties you wore and pull them back up over you. With a pat on your ass, he begins to tuck himself back into his pants, walking over to the fridge. “Would be a shame to let that pretty pussy a’ yours to go to waste.”

[orenjikaraka]

I Just Can’t Take It Anymore…

The trickster (Ji woon hak) x reader angst

Author note: I barely know Korean so please understand that some words are google translate and I know google sometimes doesn't work ;(, Also I feel like if Ji woon was in that realm for a while, he would start learning English more better, because many survivors are from around the world. Also I made it realistic, so if someone dies they die :).

Part 2

Warnings: cursing, gore, vomiting, murder, angst

Word count: 2027

Ji Woon woke up, he sit up and looked around his surroundings, “못쓰게 만들다 (fuck)”, his hands were squeezed tight, his knuckles were turning white, “why am I still here…” his body was shaking, “I… don’t want hurt anyone anymore… why can’t I leave from this nightmare”, dirt was digging into his nails, his vision was getting fuzzy and his ears were ringing, but until he heard the entity, he snapped out of his thoughts, and heard voices, telling him if he doesn’t move, he’ll be punished. So he stood up quivering and picked up his bat from the dirty floor, when he got situated and try to calm himself, because the entity was watching him, whispering to murder the people around him, but the entity was disappointed by how’s he’s acting, so one of it’s claws were on his throat, whispering ‘murder, murder, murder’ like a broken record, Ji woon had a idea, he grabbed his hair with his free and faked chaotic laughed, to make the entity think he’s still the attendantic murder from the very beginning, the entity slowly disappears into the mist, leaving Ji woon alone, then he ended his acting, and continued to shake, “ok… ok… let’s get this over, and… and maybe I can finally leave this place…” he chuckled with slight relief.

—-

When ji Woon found his first survivor, he was running away from him, he gave fake chaotic laughs and was chasing after him, he wanted to show the entity, that he was insane, he threw his kunais at his legs, so he won’t walk, the man pleads were making his ears ring, ‘how did I get aroused by this…’ it wanted to make him puke, that he even think it like that way, hearing there pleads in his music and screams, was like something was calling inside for him, but now, murdering people over and over and over again, slowly didn’t aroused him anymore and all the attention before was slowly departing too, he just wanted run away just like these survivors, Ji Woon slowly walk up to the poor man, and slowly lifted his bat up and ready to strike his neck, “죄송 해요… (I’m sorry)”

Snap

Was all he heard, by the hit of the bat to the bone, he was shaking and he pulled his bat out of the nape, he tried to slow his breathing and went to the next person, while he was walking he could see a woman fixing a Generator, it sounds like it was almost done, so he put his bat on his back, and grab one of his kunais, he aimed it at her throat and it successfully slit her throat, she stopped her hands from fixing her generator, and put her hands on her throat, she was gagging, Ji woon dropped his kunais, and started to cover his ears, his quivering was worsening, and he dunk his head low, so he wouldn’t see, what was happening in front of him, he “tried” to calm himself down, but got it significantly worse, “please… make it stop… please…”, the entity was appearing behind him, ready to punish him again, its claws we’re getting close to his neck again, telling him lies, whispering ‘if you murder the rest, you’ll be free…’ ‘you’ll get rewarded, after this trial’ ‘you can see your father again… don’t you want that…’ “나의 아버지… (my father)”

Ji woon’s laughter got ragged, and everytime he laughed it sounded forced, he got his baseball bat from his back and his tears were still spilling out, that made his eyeliner smear, but he made sure that he looked like a psychopath, the entity disappears again, into the mist it goes…

When he walking away from the corpse, he felt like someone else was watching him, instead of the entity, he felt a woman’s presence, from behind him, he looked back, but all he saw was the corpse from before, he gulped and kept walking forward and found the next survivor, he was cleansing a totem, the man turned around terrified, “let’s makes this quick…” his lips quivered, he raised his bat shakily, but before he raised his shaky bat, the man kicked him in the shin and scattered, “nnnnghhh, 못쓰게 만들다… (fuck)”, the man ran into a dead end, and Ji Woon was behind him, he kneeled down, begging for mercy, “please… don’t make this hard as it is…”, Ji Woon said, he clenched his hands on his baseball bat, the guy in front of him, at this point was sobbing and pleading for his forgiveness, Ji Woon closed his eyes “shut up… shut up… SHUT UP…”, he strike his baseball bat, at his head, and smashed it, the man was screaming for mercy, “shut up!” And smashed it again… again… and… again… until his face was not even noticeable anymore. Ji Woon opened his eyes and was terrified on what the results were, he felt like vomiting, he drop his baseball bat, and put hands on his mouth, for him to stop his vomiting, he swallowed the gross liquid down his throat, he was hyperventilating, “Make it stop… make it stop…” his voice sound so hoarse, he fell back and he put his hands threw his hair, he was digging threw his scalp, “please… I just can’t take it anymore… I just want to go home…” his body was shaking really badly, his hyperventilating was worsening, it was dead silent and all he could hear was his wipering, until he heard some footsteps, right when he felt a hand touch his shoulder, he freaked out, “LEAVE ME ALONE!” He turned back and got a better look at the person in front of him, his shaking was slowly calming down, when he noticed it was a woman, and not the entity, “hey… shhh… hey… everything is going to be ok…” “stay away from me… I… I don’t want to hurt you…” (Y/N) slowly got closer, but he flinched, “please, please, please… I don’t want to hurt you…” (Y/N) felt guilt in her chest, why is she feeling this way, he is a murder, but in past trials, he wasn’t like this, but why now, he’s like lost pup, running away from a pack of wolfs, “hey, trickster, everything going to be ok” her calming voice sound so angelic, he gulped, “can I help you…” he slowly nodded his head, he look so scared, she slowly walked up to him and put her hands in front of him, he look at her like she was mad, she nodded and had the smallest smile, his lips were quivering, but he tried to force a smile, he slowly put his hands on hers, and she slowly lifted him up.

She got a better look at him, his weight looks slightly skinnier than he was before, he had scars around his abandon, around his body was also bruises, ‘is he hurting himself or is the entity doing this to him…’, she looked at his face and his eyeliner was smearing, “hey… everything going to be ok…”, she started to put her fingers in his hair to rub his sore scalp, his body finally stopped quivering, he leaned into her touch, it was quite gentle, he missed this feeling, how his father would help him sleep, when he was a small child, “thanks…” he gave another smile, but it wasn’t forced, she smiled back, “can… I hug you…” Ji Woon said in a shaky breath, she was hesitant, but, “sure…” he felt some guilt railing up to his heart, she sounded so scared, he slowly hugged her, she hugged him back, she was rubbing small circles on his back for more comfort, he slowly let go of her, he looked at her, she was gorgeous, she like a angel that fell out of heaven, how is someone so beautiful like you here. In this dreadful place, “hey… let’s leave…” that shook him, “I can’t…” “let’s try…” his lips were quivering, “I- I can’t” “I know but I want to help you… so let’s just try” she was so calm and clear to understand, “but-“, “let’s at least try” Ji Woon wanted to push her away and then just get punished by the entity, but maybe he can try again, he never walked out with someone else, “ok…” it was barely a whisper, she then offered her hand and he hesitantly grab onto hers, and she walked to the gate, “wait, don’t you need to finish all the generators” “I… I finished every generator, while you were killing the… others…”

When they got to the door, she let go of his hand, and pulled down the lever, it was charging up, but right when it hit 99 percent, he lifted her hand, “it’s not gonna work… just open the gate, and leave me here so I can get punished-“ “NO, we’re getting out of this together” she snatched her hand back and pulled the lever down, the bells were ringing, telling everyone to leave this place, she grab his hand and dragged him along, while she walked, she got out from the other side, but when she was walking, she halted, she couldn’t move any further, she looked back and saw entity fences, that made Ji Woon couldn’t move any further, “see… I- I can’t move any further…” his voice was cracking, he was quivering again, so she tried pulling on his arm, but he couldn’t move from that damn line, “trickster, try pushing I can’t do this all by my-“ “IM TELLING YOU, I CAN'T GO ANY FURTHER, JUST LEAVE” “but-“ “JUST LEAVE” she was sobbing, Ji woon felt horrible, he shouldn’t yell at her, she is just trying to help, and why is someone that he just meet making him feel like this, “NO, I'M NOT LEAVING YOU” (Y/N) ran back into the line, and Ji Woon turned around “what are you doing!” “I’m trying to save you!” He had a slight blush, “but-“ she hugged him and tried pushing him through the line, the entity was clawing through the door, he started to panic, “let… go…” his voice was hoarse, ''no”, ''please… let go…” his tears were dropping on her head, “no…”, “let go, please, you're gonna die…” “I don’t care, I- I feel your pain and I want to help you…” she was sobbing, and it hurts to see someone he just meet, care about him so freaking much, the only person that actually cared so much of him was his father, so, he did the unexpected, and lifted her up, “what- what are you-“ he threw her back into the safe route, he turned around and faced the entity, “NO” she said, he looked back with a small and present smile, “oh, my name is Ji Woon, and thanks for being here for me, maybe we can see each other again, in are next trial” his smile was so pure, despite all fuck up shit, that’s been happening in this cursed realm, “no…” she stood back up and ran to him, and hugged him, “I… just can’t leave you…” Ji Woon saw the entity stopped, the second to final bell ring, telling them, they only had a couple seconds left, “why… are you… so nice to me…”, “because I want to help people that been through so much pain, and relieve them, to not be in that pain anymore”, his heart just flutter, he turned around to pick her up again, she felt how fast his heart was pumping on her chest, she liked how warm he is, he felt so good to touch, it makes her fear go away, Ji Woon was at the line again, ‘let’s try this again’, and right when he stepped on the line, the entity fences didn’t appear, he can pass through, he was relieved that he can pass through, there was tears of joy in his eyes, so he ran…

While holding the most beautiful woman in his arms, he can finally be human again…

[duskholland]

could u write a mob!tom spanking smut plsss

you picked the right day to send this in :’) i miss mob!tom :( nsfw; 18+ minors dni !!!!!

extended warnings: lil bit of sir kink, spanking as punishment, orgasm denial + fingering

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Tom’s hands are rough as they grab at your ass, kneading handfuls of your bare skin as you whimper. Your fingers are clenched tightly around the bedsheets, knuckles aching from the exertion. Everything that you feel is heightened by the arousal that courses through you so hotly.

“How many is that?” Tom’s voice is hard, unrelenting. As he waits for you to draw up enough air to speak a response, he runs two fingers down, shifting away from the sore rise of your ass and dipping between your thighs. He’d pulled off your panties and spread your legs a few minutes earlier, citing a desire for easy access as his motivation. The way your legs are parted gives him space to drag his fingers through your slit, a deep chuckle falling into the air as he feels your wet heat.

“T-Ten,” you mutter, voice hitching. 

“And what do you say?”

He’s being cruel. Tom’s index finger curves down to your clit and he teases you, slowly, applying the slightest of pressures as he rubs the bud. A pang of pleasure twangs up your spine, mixing with the pain from your throbbing ass.

“Thank you, sir,” you say, voice thick. 

“Good girl.”

Tom keeps his index finger working your bud, continuing his movements as his other hand goes back up to your ass. He teases you for a while, keeping you permanently on edge as he caresses the curves of your flesh. Every time he pulls away, you brace yourself, and every time, you’re left wanting. It’s supposed to be a punishment, but both of you know how wet it makes you to have his strong hand coming down over your ass again and again.

Changing things up, Tom spanks you twice in quick succession, hitting the same place with the flat of his palm. A loud moan falls past your lips, and it only twists louder when he moves his index finger away from your clit and brings it up to slip past your entrance.

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, fucking your heat slowly. “You’re so wet.” As if to prove his point, the lewd sounds of your arousal fill the air. Tom curves his finger and adds a second, and you try to shift in his lap to get deeper. “No, angel,” he mutters, free hand spanking you again. “Stay still and take what I give you, or I’ll give you nothing at all.”

“Sorry,” you whine, grasping harder at the sheets. Pleasure mingles with pain, and when Tom curves his fingers to stroke against your g-spot, your jaw drops. “Fuck.”

“D’you like that, darling?” he asks, speaking in hushed, thick tones. His voice is raspy and tired, and it cuts around the edges. Tom pauses his thrusts for a few moments as he spanks you twice again, changing between your cheeks. The pain stings your skin, hot and pulsing, and as it tingles in recovery, he’s gentle with his hand, smoothing over your figure and soothing the pain. “You always get so needy when I spank you.”

You can’t form words, too distracted by the way Tom goes back to fucking your cunt, and instead manage an eager moan. You stay still this time, even as he adds his thumb on your clit and brings you to the edge of climax, just to draw back and let it fade. He does it a few times, edging you to the brink of insanity before letting it ebb away, always murmuring a few words of dirty praise to keep you from spiralling. 

“So good for me, darling,” he coos. You can almost feel the smile in his voice as he brings his thumb from your clit, your walls clenching angrily around his digits as you’re unable to spasm into orgasm without the added pressure. “Making a wet patch on my leg, aren’t you? Dirty girl. You want to cum so bad, don’t you, darling?”

There are tears in your eyes, hot and threatening to spill. When Tom spanks you again, a few trickle down your cheeks, causing you to whine and buck back against his hand. 

“Please,” you beg, wriggling back until his hand comes down again over your skin. The sting urges you closer, and when Tom crooks his fingers back to stimulate the special spot lodged against your inner walls, you moan. “Please let me cum.”

“Mmm, I don’t know, darling. Do you deserve it?”

You bite your lip, tender and puffy. “Yes,” you say.

“Well, I suppose you did take your punishment well.” Tom pauses, and the sounds of your heat threatening to pulse around his fingers fill the bedroom. “I want to fuck you, though. Fill up that bratty pussy. If I let you cum now, will you let me do that too?”

“Yes,” you whimper, already craving the delicious stretch of his girth. “Please, sir. Please, Tom. ‘M so close.”

“Okay, angel. Cum for me. Been so good.”

He’s barely finished his words before you’re tilting over the edge, cumming with a low cry of his name. Pleasure slams into you, rocking out from your centre, and it crashes over you in waves as Tom fucks your heat and strokes your clit through it, not easing up until you start to twitch and whimper. When he pulls his hands away, you’re left warm and light, easy for him to move as he carefully coaxes you onto your back. You whine as your sore ass meets the coarse material of his trousers, but find yourself catching your lower lip as the ache only makes you feel wetter.

Tom’s face drifts into your line of sight, and his lips come down to kiss your forehead. With the hand that’d been charged with spanking you, he cups your cheek, pushing away the tears that wet your skin.

“Perfect angel,” he murmurs, eyes glinting almost black. He trails from your forehead, down the front of your nose, resting at your lips where he kisses you messily. You push up into it, feeling the hand between your legs slowly twitch to life as his fingers go back to your clit. When you moan into his mouth, Tom pulls away, an easy smirk on his lips. “Ready for round two?”

[americxn]

Paranoia

《 Kai escapes from prison to pay the reader a visit 》

a/n: wow my writing is bad in this, I’m so sorry

wordcount: 3.7k warnings: implied ptsd, violence, swearing, stalking(?), murder mention

You hummed softly to yourself as you perched on the stool of your vanity, your damp thighs sticking uncomfortably to the material beneath you as you adjusted the cotton towel you had wrapped tightly beneath your armpits. The smaller towel wrapped securely around your head was an uncomfortable weight, straining on your neck and so you shucked it off, grimacing as still warm drops of water ran in tracks down your upper back. You set about brushing the wetness from the water darkened strands, squeezing out as much water as you could with the towel before attacking it with your hairdryer, your continuing humming drowned out completely by the noise. Your hair was partly dry when your phone, which was sat on the surface of the vanity beside you lit up, an unfamiliar number glowing on the screen. Cutting off the hairdryer you frowned, a small inner debate taking place regarding whether you could be bothered to answer it or not. Sighing, you placed the hairdryer down, swiping across your screen to accept the call; something about the unfamiliar sequence of numbers piqued your interest.

It took a second to connect, the quiet hum of static boring into your ear as you raised the phone to your cheek. The pleasant automated voice of a cheery sounding woman echoed down the line: “This is a collect call from the Robert Gordon Correctional Facility. Do you accept the charges?”  A wave of prickly heat ran through you, dread, deep and malicious, settling over you in its wake. Put the phone down, put the phone down, put the fucking phone down. “Yes. I accept.” You breathed into the phone, your inner conscious recoiling at your betrayal. A soft beep echoed down the phone, followed by a short spurt of shrill ringing. Then more static. You didn’t dare breathe as the phone connected, a numbing silence filling your emptied mind. “Hello, y/n.” Your eyes fluttered closed at his voice, so much deeper than you remembered it being; your old lovers voice was a rasped, lilting croon down the phone. “Kai.” Your response was neither a greeting nor a question but some sort of statement, a whispered denial to Kai’s awaiting ear on the other end of the line. His dark chuckle of response made your ear burn, your grip on the phone tightening, your knuckles turning bone white. “How have you been?” He pressed, cruelly casual. You swallowed, blinking in a vain attempt to clear the fog of terror that had settled over your mind. “What do you want?” You demanded weakly, hating the small tremor in your voice; in the vanity mirror, your eyes were wide, gleaming back at you, shining with distress.  Kai hissed in mock hurt at your rejection of his question, tutting quietly. “Come on, y/n. We haven’t spoken in almost a year and this is how you treat me? And after turning me in and disbanding my cult? I gotta say, I’m disappointed.” You frowned, your breath hitching in response to his light scolding. You took a second before responding, reminding yourself that he was very much locked away and you were very much not involved with him or that godforsaken cult anymore. Wiping away the clammy sheen of sweat from your palm on the towel draped across your chest, you forced your nerve to steel. “I’m not interested in talking to you, Kai. Give me a reason to stay on the line or I’m hanging up, I have shit to do.” A sharp intake of amused breath was his only acknowledgement of your attempted taking of control, the poor connection causing his words to crackle slightly as he began to speak. “I was just calling to let you know,” he paused then, the line falling completely silent. You didn’t utter a sound, a chill dread of anticipation settling over you as you waited. “I’ll be seeing you soon, y/n.” You physically recoiled at his cooly spoken declaration, jerking away from the phone at your ear, your thumb coming to hover over the button that would disconnect the line. Your pulse quickened, your chest tightening in a familiar surge of anxiety that had the phone trembling in your unsteady grip. Slowly, you drew the phone back to your ear, your breath catching as the cool screen settled back onto your cheek. “Bullshit.” You stated feebly, your mouth going dry. “No, that’s bullshit; you’ll rot in there. And then what’s left of your soul will rot in hell.” Kai was quick to respond, his voice slamming down the line in a ferocity that made you jolt; your denial of his capabilities lit a pyre of anger within him. “You know better than to underestimate me. Do you really believe that after one year in this hell hole I would’ve just sat around, waiting to rot? You know better than that, y/n. Prison is a fucking upgrade, I’ve found my place here. And now I’m coming for you. You hear me, you traitorous bitch? I’m coming for you.” His voice grew and grew, both in volume and in savage aggravation. You shook as he continued, your wide eyes glistening with tears, bright in the reflection of the mirror, your face draining of colour. “I am coming for you. And when I do, I’m going to rip you apart, piece by piece. Do you hear me, y/n? You could visualise his face on the other end of the line, red with anger, the veins cutting through his forehead prominent, the tendons in his neck stark as he shouted down the phone, spittle flying onto the device. “I. Am. Coming. For. You.”  You slammed the phone down on the vanity, jamming your fingertip on the screen in desperation, cutting Kai off before collapsing forward on the vanity, shaking as you tucked your head into your arms, trying to dispel his harshly spoken words from your head. Moaning in despair into the crook of your elbow, tears squeezing from the corners of your eyes, you tried to keep your breathing even, focusing all your energy into conciliating the racing of your heart, trying to shake Kai’s declaration from your mind. You took several moments to force yourself to calm before snatching up your phone, dialling Beverly’s number; you prayed silently as the phone rang, urging the woman to pick up her damn phone. After several long moments, she answered, her voice bright on the other line. “Y/n, hey. Are you okay?” You plowed through her question, not even offering a greeting before blurting your announcement. “Kai just rang. From the Correctional Facility. Beverly, he’s going to get out; he said he’s coming for me, he’s going to kill me.” “Y/n, relax. How’s he going to get out?” Her tone was assertively calm, soothing your racing mind just a fraction. “I - I don’t know. Beverly, this is Kai we’re talking about, how does he do anything? He’s insane.” “I know, but he can’t get out of that place. Trust me, the security there is tight. He’s playing with you, y/n. He can’t stand being out of power and so he’s targeting you to get a rise.” You nodded, exhaling deeply before realising that she couldn’t see you and uttering your agreement. “I’ll ring the Facility tomorrow okay? I’ll let them know what’s happened.” You thanked her, taking a steadying glance at your reflection before you, your hair still damp; you had to be out of the house in an hours time, you had a date. The first since putting Kai away. Thanking Beverly once more, you said your farewells to one another before putting down your phone once more. An eery silence settled over the house; Kai’s old house, that you still resided in. His late parent’s will kept you resided in the house and as much as you wanted to, you couldn’t move out. You couldn’t risk selling it and you couldn’t afford to buy another property. You kept the basement door locked at all times, not being able to go within five feet of the small set of stairs leading to it with being swarmed with memories of Kai and his twisted ways. Despite Beverly’s logical words having taken an appeasing effect, you couldn’t shake the paranoia that Kai’s delusion proclamation had instilled into you, pushing yourself up from the vanity stool and gathering your towel closer around your body as you made your way around the house, bolting every door and window.

A month had passed since you had received Kai’s phone call, the terror that had plagued you for several days following having dissipated after Beverly’s own phone call to the prison, who had thanked her for informing them of the phone call and promised to tighten Kai’s security. In other news, the person you went on a date with was a complete bore; you kept them around out of pity before making your romantic uninterest clear. You hadn’t seen them since. 

It was 9:30 am on a Wednesday, you cursing relentlessly under your breath as you searched throughout the entirety of the house for your car keys; they should’ve been hanging on the small hook by the front door, as they always were, but now you couldn’t find the damn things. Half of the morning had dripped away in your frantic search, leaving you painfully late for work. You groaned after rummaging through every drawer in the kitchen for a third time, running your hands over your face in utter irritation. Turning on your heel, you stalked for the island in the centre of the kitchen, grasping out blindly for your phone that you had left there only minutes before, intending on calling a friend and asking for a lift. The cold surface of the island hit your fingertips instead and you brought your focus down onto the table, frowning. The phone wasn’t there. “The fuck?” You mumbled into the silence of the room, patting down all your pockets in confusion. Glancing back at the table, you swallowed, your frown deepening. It had definitely been there moments before. You scanned the countertops and other surfaces throughout the room, just to be sure that you hadn’t mindlessly discarded it anywhere else, but no, it wasn’t anywhere to be seen.  You brought your hands up to your cheeks in exasperation, rubbing at your skin harshly before hurriedly making your way out of the kitchen and to the low table pushed against the wall near the foot of the stairs; there was an old house phone that resided there, one that you rarely used but kept around in case of emergencies.  Thinking hard, you dialled one of your close friend’s number, hoping that your recall was good enough to have provided your with the correct number. Utter silence greeting you upon bringing the phone to your ear. Complete, utter silence; no crackling or static as the old phone struggled to connect. Nothing. You swore under your breath, giving the phone a firm strike before trying the number again, to no avail. Frowning deeply, you leant over the small table, peering down the dust populated space between the back of it and the wall to ensure that the cord of the phone was securely connected to the outlet at the base of the wall, as it should be. Your blood ran cold, pulsing sluggishly through you.  The cord was not connected to the wall. In fact, the cord wasn’t even connected to the phone, the wire having been roughly severed along its length. You stared at it for a second longer, trying to deduce a logical explanation; perhaps a mouse had chewed the wire? But even you knew that that wasn’t the truth. This house had never once been inhabited by mice, at least not to your knowledge. Your spine prickled in warning, causing you to hurriedly straighten, sucking in a breath of mounting distress as you glanced down the hallway.  Remnants of the paranoia that Kai’s threats had instilled over you tugged at the edges of your mind, the memory of his cruel insistence that he would pay you a visit causing the entirety of your body to stiffen. Pushing away from the table, you tried to calm your mind as it began to race, agreeing to just walk to the nearest bus stop and be even later to work, hoping that your manager wouldn’t be too pissed. Pausing by the door, you pulled your coat off the rack, pulling it over one arm before reaching out with the other to pull the door open. You didn’t see him at first, too busy frowning at the floor whilst trying to pull the coat dangling from your shoulder through the doorway. His lips curved upwards into a wicked grin when your body collided with his, the sharp squeak of surprise that cracked from your throat morphing into a screech of terror at you took a glance at his face, his body a lot harder than you remembered it being.  Stumbling backwards, you almost fell over the threshold of the house, the small ridge of the door catching on your heel causing you to lose your balance. Kai seized this opportunity, his smile dropping into a harsh snarl as he swooped in, taking you by the shoulders and forcing you fully back into the house. You shrieked madly, clawing at his face and arms, ramming your fists into his chest; he spun your body around, one of his arms banding across your ribcage, pinning your own arms beneath his hold. Kicking the door closed with his heel, Kai brought his lips to your ear, his other arm coming to wrap around your body as he forced you deeper into the house. You were pleading with him, already weeping; the terror that his sudden appearance instilled into you was far too strong for you to consider how pathetic your cries were, not even trying to wiggle your way out of his hold, just begging with him. “Are you really so upset to see me, huh? After this long?” He gave the back of your calf a harsh kick in emphasis, trying to spur you on quicker as he struggled to steer you towards the kitchen. Your body’s flight mode was struggling to take root amidst your terror, leaving you bucking half-heartedly in his hold, your tears hot as they blurred your vision. Kai managed to heave your trembling body through the open kitchen doors and to the island at its centre, essentially lifting you onto one of the high stools, spinning it around to face him before slamming his hands onto the edge of the marble at either side of you. You blinked furiously up at him as he leaned over you, trying to clear your vision whilst drawing in hitching breaths of air. Not daring to shift in your seat, you cowered away from his face, harsh lines of annoyance cutting through his forehead. “Is that really the greeting I get?” Your face crumpled under his scrutiny, your chin dipping as you tried to hide the fresh set of tears that forced their way out of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and dripping from your chin. The slap that he administered to the side of your face was dizzying, your face beginning to burn immediately under his palm, your head jerking harshly to the side. He shot out a hand, catching your jaw in his grip and wrenching your face up, forcing you to look directly at him. The responding whimper of terror got caught in your throat as his dark eyes bore into yours, his grip hard on your face, his nails digging painfully into the simmering burning of your cheek. “After the two years that we were together?” He shook your face, one of your hands shooting up to grip his wrist as pain began to radiate through your jaw with the harsh angle he held it at. “Not even an apology?” His eyes were alight with ravenous fury, malicious intent highlighting his dark irises surrounding the pin pricks of constricted pupils. “I’m sorry.” You blurted. “Please, Kai. I’m sorry.”  Drawing his face even closer to yours, the tip of your noses brushing against one another, he glared at you. “Liar.”  A sob racked its way through your quivering frame at the word, his grip on your face slackening as he released his hold on your jaw with a shove, turning away from you and running his hands over his fuzzy head. You fell back into the island, bloodless marks remaining on your skin in the loose form of Kai’s fingertips as you surveyed him silently. He was bigger than he had been; broad shouldered, his spine elongated at the new way with which he held himself. A tattoo sketched itself on his pale skin at the nape of his neck, peering just above the line of his t-shirt. You noticed more on his arms as he brought them slowly back down to his sides, the dark ink cutting through his sickly skin, muscles prominent beneath flesh that seemed to be stretched too tautly across them. He turned back to you, walking casually past where you sat to the opposite side of the kitchen island, slowly lowering himself into the stool adjacent from yours. You frowned slightly, confusion and overbearing relief flooding through you as he sat back on the barstool, surveying you carefully. “How did you get in here?” You asked in a hushed breath, assuming that your keys and phone had also fallen victim to him.  “There are plenty of spare keys hidden around the outside of this house. I was surprised you hadn’t taken them all.” At the dim surprise lighting up your wide, teary eyes, he chuckled softly, your blatant vulnerability utterly amusing to Kai. “I thought I taught you better than that.” His tone was mocking. Condescending.  Your shoulders curved inwards in defeat, your despondent gaze dropping to the surface before you as your chin began to wobble slightly. “Pathetic.” He spat, shifting to brace his forearms on the cool countertop, leaning over them. “You can’t even look at me?” He muttered cruelly, a gleeful response igniting within him at the sight of the fresh set of tears that tracked down your face.  You slowly raised your eyes to his, blinking furiously to expel any wetness from your vision. “Are you alone?” You asked in a shaky tone. Kai’s eyes flicked almost imperceptibly to the window over your shoulder that looked out onto the back garden, the only confirmation you needed that there were others. “You’re not stupid.” He crooned, watching with bitter amusement as you swiped the backs of your hands across your hot cheeks, trying to wipe away any wetness. New tears fell immediately, dampening your skin once more.  “I’ve had my men follow you for the past month. For all that I taught you, y/n, I’m disappointed that you didn’t notice.” Your mind emptied at his words, your body going utterly rigid beneath his surveillance. “What was their name again?” Kai mused, cocking his head and tapping his chin in mock thought. “Alex?” A sheet of horror settled over you, thick and suffocating. Alex. The name clanged through you, their face stark in your mind. Alex, who you had gone on that date with mere hours after receiving the phone call from Kai. Kai smiled at the fearful realisation that settled over your features.  “Yeah, they’re dead now.” You groaned at his words, your stomach twisting in smarting dismay. “Why?” You whispered, a dim ache glowing in the back of your throat. “Because they failed in seducing you.” He said simply. “Not that I wasn’t relieved, but they were given a very simple task and failed miserably.” That was why you hadn’t heard a word from them since.  “Why haven’t you killed me?” You ventured frailly, regretting the words as soon as they slipped from your lips but needing an answer. “Why haven’t you torn me apart yet?”  Kai huffed a laugh, leaning back slightly in his seat.  “I’m still considering what to do about you.” He began casually. “I forgot how pretty your face is; maybe I’ll keep you around.” You decided that you would perhaps rather have him tear you limb from limb than fall back into his manipulative control. You didn’t dare breathe as he swung his legs off the stool, pushing himself to his feet before venturing slowly to the open kitchen doors. “Go upstairs, I have a lot of shit to do now that I’m finally home.”  You stared at him as he paused by the double doors, spearing you with a wilting look over his shoulder. You scrambled to your feet, hurrying for the hallway and stairs beyond. When you reached the threshold of the kitchen, Kai held out an arm, forcing you to a halt. You peered reluctantly at him through wet lashes, waiting in dread for his next words. “Try anything and I will kill you. Slowly. I have no use for you anymore.”  Looking straight ahead, you nodded shallowly, deep rooted nausea unfurling in your gut at his promise. He dropped his arm, allowing you to move past him and watching intently as you scurried up the stairs. You hurried for the spare room, not even risking the few minutes it would take to move some of your belongings from the master bedroom across the hall to the guest room, closing the door firmly behind you before scanning the room frantically. Your eyes settled on the large wooden dresser against the wall, just to the right of the door; the wood bit into your fingertips as you struggled to drag it the short distance to the door, leaning against it when you had managed to reposition it as a makeshift barricade, your chest rising and falling sharply as you struggled to gulp down full breaths, panic like you had never know constricting your airway, clear thought evading you entirely as you heard the front door swing open from below, several sets of footsteps echoing through the hall as Kai beckoned his men into the house. 

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[silhouetteofacedar]

Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic Ch. 20: Nattduksbord

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

This means something; Mulder can feel it.

This signifies a shift in their relationship; a step forward, from platonic partners to a romantic couple. It’s a shared experience that has the potential to change their dynamic forever. Years of trust, fighting together against a common enemy, seeking the truth… it could all come crashing down today, in a shopping mall in Woodbridge, Virginia.

They’re going to IKEA.

Summer is on the rise, and the humidity is close to stifling as they buckle into his car. Scully’s wearing a little striped t-shirt, capri pants, and sandals, revealing sky blue painted toes. For a disorienting moment Mulder wonders if he’s going to develop a foot fetish. Probably not, but Dana Scully could make even the most vanilla of men want to do crazy things.

“Do you have your shopping list?” Scully asks as he starts the car.

He pulls the folded scrap of paper out of the chest pocket of his white t-shirt. “Right here,” he replies, eyes darting over to her for one more look as he holds out the list.

She takes it, catching his eyes momentarily. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?” she asks.

I want to suck your toes. “You look nice today, that’s all.”

“Oh. Well, thank you.”

Scully can probably tell he’s desperate for her; she can read him like a dog-eared, yellowed paperback. He’s simultaneously grateful for her sharp instincts and embarrassed by his carnal desires. He hasn’t gotten laid in four years, and he fears he’ll be too eager when the time comes. As it is, he can barely believe she’s let him have even the smallest glimpses of her as a sexual being. She’s intoxicating, and he’s dizzy with the knowledge that this beautiful, brilliant, downright edible woman actually wants him. Him, a mortal man of aliens and bad ties and a porn collection that’s gradually becoming least seventy-five percent redheads. A man without a bed.

Hence their Saturday morning pilgrimage to the shrine where all new couples journey to find furnishings, low prices, and themselves.

“So, we’re looking for one tall bookshelf, a locking filing cabinet, a bed, and two night tables,” Scully reads. She refolds the paper and reaches across him to tuck it back into his shirt pocket. “That’s clearly not all going to fit in this car,” she notes.

“I’ll get the bigger stuff delivered,” he says.

It’s only a twenty minute drive from Mulder’s place, and they have the air-conditioning on. Mulder is starting to relax; it’s been a long time since he’s had a partner, in the domestic sense, and he’d forgotten that it makes the mundane more bearable.

Scully clears her throat almost imperceptibly. “I’m proud of you, by the way.”

“Really? Why?” Mulder asks.

“You managed to get rid of a lot of stuff,” she says, turning up the dial on the car’s air conditioner. “And organization is very clearly not your strong suit, so progress should be acknowledged and celebrated.”

“Yippee,” Mulder deadpans.

“You know, it’s odd; we’ve known each other for all these years and I never asked… why don’t you have a bed, Mulder?”

There it is, the question he knew would come up at some point. He clears his throat, grips the steering wheel a little tighter. “I, uh… I lived with someone, around ‘91. Another agent, actually. We were together for a while, and then one day she took some assignment in Europe and that was that. I got rid of everything that was hers, and that, uh, included the bed.” Technically our bed, he thinks. He winces. He’s never talked to Scully about Diana before, and he wonders if she’ll be upset that he was withholding such a large piece of personal information.

Scully is quiet. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. “That’s… I didn’t know.”

“I’m sorry I never mentioned it,” Mulder says. “It’s not like it’s some big painful secret. I just… don’t really think about her anymore.”

“It’s alright,” Scully says. “I think it’s best for these kinds of things to come up naturally. And… I was dating someone when we met,” Scully confesses. “We broke up as soon as I got back from Bellefleur.”

Mulder looks at her quickly. “Really? Why?”

She furrows her brow. “Multiple reasons, but primarily I realized that this job, my assignment, was bigger than I’d anticipated. And the things you and I went through together, the things I’d seen… when I was honest with myself, I didn’t want to be tied down to him. To have to go home and have this man ask me how my day was, as though he could ever understand even half of what we do.”

“So you chose the job over him,” Mulder muses.

“In essence… I chose you,” Scully points out. “Whether I knew it then or not. I’d never be able to turn my back on you.”

Mulder exhales slowly. He’s strangely moved.

“Take a left at the next light,” Scully prompts softly. “And yes, I do realize the irony in breaking things off with a man because of his normalcy, only to continue trying to date so-called ‘normal’ men.”

Mulder shrugs. “No, it makes sense. Maybe he just wasn’t right for you, but the next normal guy could be, right?”

“Right,” Scully sighs. “Einstein’s definition of insanity. Doing the same thing over and over again while expecting different results.”

“I’ve been led to believe that being with me is another type of insanity,” Mulder points out. “And objectively, I can’t disagree.”

“You do make me crazy,” Scully agrees, voice low. “But that’s not always a bad thing.” He feels her small hand squeeze his thigh. “And I fully intend to return the favor.”

Mulder lets out a quiet groan, hands sweaty on the steering wheel. “You planning on giving me some roadside assistance, Agent Scully? Because I’m gonna need it if you keep doing that.”

She removes her hand, tucks her hair behind her ear. “I didn’t do anything,” she says innocently.

“Uh huh.” He pulls into the IKEA parking lot. “Well, we’re here. You ready?”

“As ready as a person can be for a labyrinthian furniture store on a muggy Saturday,” she replies.

-

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Mulder says from his spot on the bedroom floor, surrounded by scattered pieces of a ‘HOLLEBY’ bedside table. “These instructions are useless and-” he flips through the booklet, “-thirty-two pages long, Jesus.”

Scully doesn’t respond; her eyes are glued to her own manual as she assembles a drawer from the second of the two nightstands. “Shh,” she hushes him softly. “I’m concentrating.”

“How have you managed to put any of these pieces together?” he asks, scooting across the floor to her. “There aren’t even words, just vague illustrations.”

She has a screw between her lips as she lines up two of the wood pieces. “I took wood shop in high school,” she says around the metal pin. She removes it and inserts it into a pre-drilled hole. “I guess that was some kind of preparation for assembling flatpack furniture?”

“That’s adorable,” Mulder says, rising to open a window. The room is stuffy with the day’s heat, and his t-shirt is glued to his back. “Do you still have any of the things you made in class?”

“The step stool in my kitchen,” she replies. “And my mom might have some things I’ve forgotten about.”

He casually strips off his sweaty t-shirt and tosses it in the laundry basket. “Remind me to look at that stool the next time we’re at your place,” he says. “Also I’m gonna order a pizza, you interested?”

Scully looks up at him then and is seemingly surprised by the absence of his shirt. “It’s hot in here,” Mulder explains, almost defensive.

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” Scully says, eyes shamelessly traveling his torso. “And I’m always interested.”

“Are we still talking about pizza here, or…”

“Make my half one with everything, please,” she says, attention returning to her project.

“Wait a minute,” he says, dropping to his knees next to her on the carpet. “I’m not done here.” He leans in and presses his mouth to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, tasting the salt on her skin. How she can still smell so good on a sticky June day, he doesn’t know; but he wants to lick her entire body.

“Mulder,” she sighs, putting down her screwdriver, “You’re distracting me.”

“That’s the idea,” he says, lips wandering up her neck and behind her ear. He flicks his tongue against her earlobe. “Forget the furniture, honey,” he says, all hot breath and lust. “We don’t need it for what I have in mind.”

Suddenly she’s facing him, looping her arms around his neck. “I’m doing this for you,” she purrs. “Do you think I like putting together IKEA furniture? No one likes it, Mulder. It’s like a multidimensional jigsaw puzzle.”

He pulls her onto his lap. “Oh, but I think you do,” he says, nibbling her ear. “You like being capable Doctor Scully, in charge of things… showing me what those hands can do.”

She leans in, licking his full lower lip. “Not everything is about you, Mulder,” she says, pressing a scorching kiss to his mouth. “I’m just doing my coworker a favor.”

“Is that what they call this nowadays?” he asks, hands clasping her hips as she grinds down on his lap.

She shuts him up with a kiss, the furniture and pizza forgotten.

[harrywritingsbyme]

Getting It In

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: Something short, sweet, and spicy with a sucky ending for ya! Enjoy🙃

Ever since quarantine began in March, you and Harry were constantly trying to get it in. Before the Styles family was confined to the house, the kids would be in school all day which meant that you and Harry had the entire house to yourselves. Furthermore, when you two weren’t insanely busy throughout the day, you and Harry were able to soak up every ounce of each other in any position and in any part of the house until 2:30 pm. But per usual, some good things must come to an end. Now neither of you were complaining about the family time with the little ones. You two loved your bubs to pieces and it was so great to be at home and spend quality time together as a family. It’s just that 24 hours, 7 days a week, for 7 months was a really long time. During the day when either Harry or yourself (mainly Harry of course) wanted to engage in one of you guys’ coveted sexscapades, there was a process involved. It couldn’t be at the drop of a dime when either of you were feeling frisky, there was a checklist in both of your minds that had to be completed before anything happened.

For starters, you and Harry had to find a way to preoccupy the two 5 year olds that were in your care. Since they were at home and you two were not only parents but now teachers as well, you and Harry were tasked with staying on top of their education and finding activities that could keep the twins preoccupied for a short amount of time. Once that was taken care of, you and Harry had to then sneak off to a part of they house that was secluded yet still in reach just in case there was an emergency. After that, the two of you had to rip off and undo each other’s clothes off in a quick and quiet manner. Luckily, the two of you had taken up sweats and T-shirts as your normal everyday attire, so it was pretty easy to get everything off and get down to business. And even though you two were enjoying every second of being together because those moments were few and far between at times, you and Harry  were doing your best to be alert and ready to spring into action for the kids that were just around the corner.

In the beginning of quarantine, and all the way up until about June, you and Harry were practically glued to the two children. They were in their first year of school and needed the utmost attention at all times. And for the most part, the twins were never alone; there was always at least one of you with them to help out. The only times you two had the opportunity(if you could even call it that) to get some time alone in was during the block of time you guys let them watch tv, when they were playing with their toys or coloring, and when they took their naps. The prime times of early in the morning along with the time after they were put to bed was out of the question considering the fact that you both were exhausted after running around the house taking care of it and the small children that were running around in it. Once you and Harry hit the bed, it was lights out. And they stayed out until your alarms blared so that the two of you could get the kids up and get the day started.

Now from June to August, things were a bit better when it came to yours and Harry’s sex life. Even though the kids were on summer vacation and you two were completely in charge of their daily activities, you were able to give them more time to spend doing fun things that needed less supervision. You two were still actively spending time with them for the majority of the day but you still made sure to have activities in place just in case you and Harry were in the mood. Neither of you were complete fans of plopping them down in front of the television, but when you two were itching for some type of contact you and Harry did what you had to do. There were also little projects for them to do that would occupy their time and allow for you guys to sneak away. You and Harry even went as far as to tire them out early so that by midday they’d be ready for a nap and you two could hop into bed yourselves. And when you both still had a sliver energy left once the little ones were put to bed, you and Harry would wind the rest of the way down in each other. That is, if there weren’t two little bodies crammed between the two of you. Overall, the summer went pretty well for you and Harry in terms of getting it in. Cravings were satisfied and family memories were made.

Fast forward to now and things were still on this steady terrain. The new school year has begun and the twins were now in first grade which meant that you and Harry can step back a little bit and do other things. And other things meant each other. After getting the two children put together and seated in front of their computers that were in a room right off from the living room, you and Harry clean up the kitchen from breakfast before getting yourselves together one at a time just in case the kids needed a little help. Once you were done taking care of/getting a start on some chores around the house along with getting a little head start on lunch and Harry was done with a meeting he had over zoom, the both of you were in need of a little mommy and daddy time. The only thing you two had in the past week that was remotely close to that was a quick makeout session in the kitchen last night while the twins washed their hands before dinner. When the two of you meet in the kitchen, it’s like your minds are instantly synched and you both are on the exact same page. Harry wastes zero time coming over and sweeping you up off your feet and onto the counter behind you. He also wastes no time bringing his mouth to yours in a hurried manner. Your hands immediately gravitate to the sides of his face to pull him down closer to you, and his gravitate down to your hips so that he could tug you closer to the edge, bringing him further between your legs.

“Need you so bad baby.” Harry mumbles against your lips as he begins to bring them down to your neck. 

“But what if they hear us?” You ask him through your soft moans. Despite wanting him more than ever right now, you were terrified at the thought of your children walking in on their parents. The last thing you wanted was to scar them for life. 

“C’mon babe, they have their headphones on they won't hear me pounding into you.” He reassures through his kisses to your neck. “Plus i made sure i got the noise cancelling headphones for them." He continues, wanting to make sure you know that everything’s fine. 

“Alright, but we have to be quick and quiet.” You oblige, giving in and letting Harry take the lead in making you both feel good. 

Keeping you on the counter in front of him, Harry hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats to pull them down from your waist. You urgently lift your hips up from the counter so that he could pull them off.  Since the two of you were in a bit of a crunch, Harry doesn’t even bother pulling your shirt off and he goes right into shoving his own pants down his legs. He keeps his underwear and sweats pooled at his ankles just in case. Once you both are both undressed from the waist down, Harry hooks his fore finger into the bottom of your panties and pulls them to the side to expose your pussy. From where he was standing above you, he could see your glistening folds perfectly and he was even more in need of getting inside of you. Before he actually pushes in, he pulls himself back a bit before bending down and licking a wide stripe up your folds to collect some of your juices on his tongue. He then sucks on your clit a little and comes back up to push into you.

“Ready baby?”Harry asks softly to you, bringing his other hand down to tug at his stiff cock a bit. 

“Please Harry!” You huff impatiently, needing him to push into you. Prompted by your urgent response, Harry moves in closer to you, lining his cock up with your damp entrance and beginning to push into your cunt. “Oh my- fuck” You breathe out, feeling his cock stretching your walls to fit his cock inside.

“So fucking tight” Harry grunts lowly, feeling himself being engulfed by your warmth. After about a week of not being inside you, this was absolute heaven. After continuing to push his cock as deep into you as possible, Harry gives you about a second or two to adjust before he’s quickly moving his hips back and forth into you. The way he rocked his hips into you was unmatched. He continuously pushed his cock into you again and again as you tired to keep your moans at bay. You were digging your nails into Harry’s wrist and biting into your lower lip as you took him all the way inside. You weren’t the only one who was fully immersed in the pleasure while trying their hardest not to moan out loud, Harry too was struggling. He could almost guarantee that your walls were lined in the softest and smoothest velvet. Nothing could top the feeling of your walls against his cock. You were squeezing him and whining about how good it felt while he did the same above you. 

As he continued to pound into you, Harry could feel his release bubbling up inside of him. He was beginning to feel tingles all over his body and he could feel a warm tightening sensation in the pit of his stomach. To pull you closer to the edge with him, Harry extends his thumb out to circle it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he does this, you feel the sensations traveling through your body and you can feel your release nearing. When you begin to lift your hips a bit up into his thrusts along with clenching around him, Harry begins to go harder. He wanted to pound you both into your releases. And that he did. With only a few hard thrusts, Harry sends you both into the downward spiral of your releases. You both were shaking a little as you held back your moans as you two let go. Your walls were contacting heavily around Harry’s cock as you came and Harry was gushing into you as he let go. After riding the tidal waves of your releases, Harry lets go of your panties and lowers himself down onto your body that was lying on the counter, bringing his mouth down to smear a kiss onto yours. You don’t even hold back, you were a bit loopy from what just happened that you just went for it. Your lips and tongue languidly moved against his as the two of you continued to “cool down” after your releases. But as if it was right on time, you both hear a small voice calling out to your both for some assistance.

“At least we got a good round in.” Harry hums optimistically against your lips, giving you one last peck before lifting himself back up. 

“Yeah, hopefully we can do it again sometime.” You joke, not even bothering to try and lift yourself up. 

“Hopefully.” Harry whispers back with a smile as he slowly pulls his cock from you. “Now I’ll be right back to clean you up, alright?” Harry asks, bending down to pull his underwear and sweats back up.

“Mhm.” You reply simply.  

“I love you.” Harry whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Love you too.” You smile, continuing to lay back against the counter, hoping that you’d regain enough feeling to have yourself back to normal once Harry comes back. 

Even though you and Harry were always horny and looked for ways to sneak away from your kids, neither of you could get enough of being together as a family 24/7.

Masterlist

[all-hallows-evie]

Chapter 1: Marooned

Rating: T, for language, Canon Typical Violence/Action. Honestly, this chapter isn't that bad, the T rating is just in case I forgot about something lol

Wordcount: 3,776

Warnings: Canon typical violence and adventure, female OC with name × Tech slowburn, but not too slow lol, NOT BETA'D, because if I have to stare at this first chapter again I'm not going to post it.

A/N: HAPPY TECH TUESDAY, LOOK I'M FINALLY POSTING SOMETHING, WHEEEEEEEEEEE

There were bad ideas, really bad ideas and then there was this.

The ship hums under her feet as it trudges through the far corner of the mid rim, chugging along on it’s route without any sign of trouble or disruption from it’s preplanned course.

It should have been a routine pillaging, something she had placed firmly in the ‘great ideas’ list but instead it had turned into a routine mutiny and finished the day as a routine marooning. She sighs as she lays her head back against the seamless panel behind her.

Fucking pirates. 

She has been stranded on the old freighter for at least two moons, but it was hard to say with certainty. The droids that man the ship have no need to eat so more often than not they forget to pass along anything to keep her mounting hunger at bay, adding along to the lack of any kind of panel to the outside world, getting her bearings is proving to be more difficult than usual. 

She hisses a swear to drown out the low growl of her belly and focuses her gaze on the far corner of the room. Another day, another chance to count the diamond shaped tiles above her cell, she swears the number changes every other time she counts. She doesn’t get farther than eighteen when the door of the maintenance room blows open. 

The dust fills the room, hiding everything under its grimy shadow. The grit in the air crackles as it’s pushed against the red of the electron walls that keep her prisoner with the ships cooling coils and a water filtration unit that has calcified and has never been fixed.  

"Well look at that, we found it! Lucky break!"

"Luck had nothing to do with it, if you had studied the schematics of this cruiser like I had asked-"

"Yeah yeah yeah." The first figure, a hulking shadow in the doorway brushes off the smaller one as he stomps into the suddenly too tiny room.

"The memory core should be at the end of the-" the smaller of the two figures stops in front of her cell as the big one charges towards the end of the room without stopping. They launch themselves into the piles of junk thrown haphazardly inside, "That's concerning."

"Concerning? You see someone in a cage and you go with ‘concerning’?" She replies as she pulls herself up to standing. She takes in his armor, modified clone armor from the looks of it painted pale with a bright red stripe down his chest, his eyes slightly magnified by the goggles on his face, the rest hidden by the elongated helmet.

"According to the intel we were provided there weren't supposed to be life forms aboard." He seems irritated to see her.

"Good old Republic intel, still living up to its reputation."

The other clone approaches, he rips open the metal box in his hands and yanks out the core as if the casing was made of thick flimsy and nothing more, "I've got the thing, time to go!"

She watches, dumbstruck for a moment as her ticket out starts to head for the gaping maw that used to be a door, "Wait, you're taking the old database?" The two of them stop and turn, "It's not complete! It's missing pieces of the coordinates!" Firefek she didn't want to sound desperate but she was.

"Likely story-" The big one chuckles.

"I was trying to steal it too, I almost got all of it before my crew turned on me!"

"A mercenary or a pirate? No matter, I trust you even less now."

She had never wanted to punch anyone's face as hard as she wanted to punch his, "Check the core Goggles, I swear to you! It's missing pieces!" He hesitates and in that baited pause she knows she has him, "Please, just let me out and drop me off wherever you dock next. You can have my data chip. No harm, no foul, just get me out."

The one with the goggles glares at her, the yellow tinted transparisteel of his visor snapping downl before he turns to the bigger man. Klaxons ring all around as he scans the core with a handheld device, but it's taking up time they do not have.

The two clones share a look, silently deciding her fate.

The bigger one caves first, "Aww c'mon Tech, we can't leave her! You saw what's on this ship, she'll be a goner on some mining planet!"

"Under normal circumstances I might agree but she's caged for a purpose, and I'm disinclined to put any trust in her."

"How much damage can she do? She’s smaller than you are!" 

Tech, the one in the goggles, sighs before he turns back around to face her, "If we spring you, you play by our rules. You follow our orders, no complaints, no rebuttals and if you put one toe out of line-"

"Out the airlock, understood." She nods furiously, hands pressed against the panel as she watches Tech short out the electron wall holding her hostage, the panel shudders and then it spews sparks on to the ground as the red fades and she's finally able to step through. 

"Lets go shortie!" 

"Wait, let me just grab-" She scrambles to the other side of the wall, trying to pull at something from the top of a shelf. The bigger clone reaches over and tosses the crate to the floor. She throws open the top and snatches out a bantha leather bag and a helmet.

"Run!"

Tech doesn't have to tell her twice, the three of them bolt out of the door and into the corridor, the lights above flash in time with the klaxons. There is a low rumble that joins the hum of the hyperspace engine, as whatever security droids are on board begin to activate.

"Back to the ship, short stuff!" 

The three of them book it down the darkened halls, ducking behind walls and crates as the first cluster of security droids pass through.

She tosses her bag across her shoulder, slinging it against one side of her hip, clipping it into place with snaps sewn into her jacket. They watch three more droids pass them by before she speaks again, "My name's Nox, by the way." 

"Doesn't sound like a girl's name." The big one chuckles, so deep and rumbling it almost feels like a growl.

"Well it's the only name I've got. My parents named me a bit of a mouthful, Nox just works better."

"Clear." Tech calls out and they continue on their way heading to the service hangar where their ship hopefully was waiting for them.

"How'd you end up out here?" The big one asks, with every flash of light above them she can see more of the large scary face painted roughly on his helmet, lines thrown on haphazardly only to be scraped away by carbon scoring.

She is about to answer when she is shoved back into a corner by Tech. He slaps a hand over her mouth before she can yelp, the leather slightly singed, it smells of electricity and grease.

“Wait.”

"I'm getting tired of all this sneaking around, I say we blow our way outta here!" The big one growls.

"We’re almost there Wrecker, it would be pointless to try now."

She shoves Tech's Hand away, "Blow your way out of here, are you insane? With the amount of baby on board you'd blow us into the next dimension!"

There are a few beats of silence before both helmets turn towards her.

"Baby?" Wrecker repeats but is shushed by Tech.

"You don't mean baradium-"

"Bisulfate? I absolutely do! There were containers of the stuff in the holding bay."

"This Imperial ship is headed somewhere to mine thorilide?" He repeats, tone stressed over every syllable in the word ‘Imperial’.

"That or some unlucky planet is about to be wiped from existence."

"The location of the Republic thorilide mines have been kept under the utmost security for ages, not even the Jedi Council was ever advised of its location."

"Can’t say I blame them, I barely trust them with those glowy sticks of death." She murmurs, making lightsaber sounds with her mouth as Wrecker snickers.

"Stop that. Do you know where this ship was heading? Do you have a copy of the manifest?"

"What, your amazing Republic recce didn't get you that information shiny?" He glares back at her, brows pinching together behind the dark frames of his goggles, "Maker! Did those cloners take your sense of humor? Yes, I know where this ship is going."

"Bet Cid’s contact would pay more for that bit of info." Wrecker’s grin can be heard even through the plastoid of his helmet.

Tech meanwhile has typed something to a com on his wrist, "Hunter, there's been a complication."

"What kind of complication?"

"There is more on board this ship than just the republic database-"

"What do you mean?"

"This ship is a mining vessel, out to mine thorilide."

Tech’s wrist comm goes silent, just quiet static while the voice on the other line thinks, "Ordinance?"

Both clones look at her, she nods emphatically, "Ordinance, med supplies, if there was coaxium on board I wouldn't be surprised, this place is the motherlode."

"Quite a bit of supplies on board, it would seem."

The comm goes quiet again for a few moments, "We don't have time for this, it's only a matter of time before they realize that your cruiser is stolen. Grab what you went in for and leave."

Tech shakes his head, it's so tiny and quick that if she wasn't looking at him in that moment she would have missed it, "Where is it being kept?" 

"Up, five or so floors unless I've miscounted."

"Tech, Wrecker, Get out of there, now!" The voice on the other end grows more and more irritable as they stand around in silence.

"We'll be out as soon as possible." Tech replies curtly as he cuts the comm. He makes it sound so easy like they were stopping by the nearest market to pick up fruit, instead of about to hijack high quality explosives from Imperial custody, "Lead the way."

"What? Just like that?"

"Are there, or are there not these items on board?"

"Yes." 

"You swear?" Wrecker leans in close, hovering over her.

"Yeah."

Tech nods, "Vital signs are stable, no signs of heightened stress-"

"What if I'm just a really good liar?"

"You can try all you want my dear, but the data doesn't lie."

"Does he do this to you too? I'm finding it a bit creepy-" She asks Wrecker as her eyebrow raises.

"You get used to it."

"Weird, so weird…" she mutters to herself as she turns and peeks around the corner. She looks around for anything that is familiar, when she sees a maintenance lift at the very end of the hall to the right. She motions them forward, and silently they sneak their way closer to the lift. She turns her attention to her side as she digs in her bag, her fingers grasp at the odd collection of junk in her pockets until her hand finally wraps around the cool metal of her code cylinder and she can finally stop holding her breath.

Tech's hand on her shoulder pulls her back to the task on hand as he drags her back a few steps. The catwalk above them from here to the lift is no more than a shoddy looking set of grates that creak as a group of security droids march along their patrol, oblivious to the three of them below. 

“The maintenance lift?" Tech sniffs as they come to a stop at its doors. He raises hand to push his goggles back into place, "Perhaps you have failed to notice but none of us are maintenance droids, the moment you try to access that panel they will -”

“They’ll what?” She asks as she jams the cylinder into the port, the lift clicks open silently and she steps inside. 

“The alarms-”

“What alarms? According to this," she snaps her code cylinder from the panel and drops it back into her bag, lost again to the chaos of the random junk held within, "I'm a maintenance droid doing routine inspections. How stupid do you think I am?”

"Hey hey, this one's pretty smart huh Tech?!" Wrecker is thrilled.

"Pirate." She reminds, "You don't see many my age that aren't intelligent and I'll give you one guess as to why."

The doors silently click open and before they can step out a team of at least half a dozen well armed sentry droids roll past. 

They all leap from the inside of the lift and fall into a crouch behind a stack of supply crates. They wait for a few moments before Tech quickly peeks over, "They don't seem to have spotted us."

"Fuck, there weren't this many when we tried this the first time." She swears a few more times under her breath.

"We should do this my way." Wrecker offers.

"What's that mean, what does he mean?!" Nox looks nervously over to Tech, "He doesn't mean-?"

"Explosives and violence? He absolutely does," Tech sighs, “ and I'm afraid we are running low on options and even lower on time. Wrecker, what does your ordinance look like?"

“But you said I couldn't bring any?”

“Yes, and when was the last time you actually listened?”

Wrecker, the fun if not absolutely homicidal one, pulls out a couple of detonators, a roll of plastic tape, a half dozen hand grenades and three droid poppers.

“Great, nice to know you could have turned us into a small sun if I hadn't told you about the baby on board.”

"Everything save for the poppers is far too dangerous to use around those crates." Tech hisses, "Any more of those brilliant pirate ideas floating around in your head?"

She chews on her lip for a moment, wracking her brain for anything else that might be useful as she ignores Tech's sarcastic tone. Apart from the crates on this floor littered with treasure, there didn't seem to be anything of any use...except for the busted water filter. “How big of a distraction do you think it would take to get all those sentries away from the haul?”

“It would need to be something quite large or destructive enough to threaten the integrity of the ship.”

“The water filtration system on board is completely calcified, I don't think it was ever fixed since there are only droids on board. If you could flood that with enough pressure the entire pipe should burst-”

“And flood the entire floor, along with the engine room, that might just do it.” He’s on his data pad before the words are even out of his mouth, he scans the room all around and matches it with the wireframe schematics on his screen. He stalks his way backwards until he finds the panel he is looking for. He pops it open easily and then begins to slice into the mainframe of the ship, “On my count, take Wrecker to wherever the baby is, let him handle it. You get your hands on as much of the medical supplies as you can, the security onboard is a little tighter than I would have preferred so I will have to stay here and continue to flood the filter.”

“Oh, easy.”

“Think you can handle all that tiny?” Wrecker’s thundering chuckle threatens to give away their location even with the steady moan of the alarms overhead.

She grins, Wrecker is back to being the fun one, “Try and keep up.”

There is a sound of roaring water all around them as tech funnels every liquid on the ship into the filter, then a sound like an explosion a couple of feet below them rocks the ship like a lightning strike. 

The sound of the alarm overhead changes as every droid on the floor turns away and heads to a lowering platform, all instructed to assist with the burst pipe.

“That’s our cue!” 

She shoves Wrecker forward playfully before they both break into a sprint toward the storage rooms where their bounty is being held. She points to one of the rooms as they approach, "This one's your big boy!"

The door is sealed shut, but not for long. Wrecker doesn't slow, instead he hunches low, bringing his shoulders down and tucking his chin into the collar of his armor before he barrels straight through, punching a hole through the doors with enough force to make even her teeth rattle.

She dips into the storage room across the hall, thanking the stars that her haul wasn't locked away like his was. She rips open any crate within arms reach, tossing open the tops and letting them scatter around the room wherever they land. She snatches bacta patches and hypos by the handful and packs the crate as full as she can, slamming her entire body weight against it to get it to close. She drags it out into the hall, placing it by the door before she bolts into the room right beside the one Wrecker is standing in. 

Wrecker watches her disappear into the room, the four small crates of explosives tucked carefully under his arms, “Wait, where are you-”

His question is answered as another crate hits the floor beside him. She comes running out of the room, grabbing this second crate by the handle and yanking it along, “Perfect! Not a single explosion! Love that for me!”

Wrecker bends down to offer her a hand but she has already snatched up the first trunk and is flying down the hall with them. She's faster than Wrecker would have believed she would be capable of with the two crates almost her height. She almost trips over herself as she stops and with a swift kick, the second crate lands at Tech's feet, “Come on 20/20, cut her loose, let's go!”

“What’s in that- I specifically ordered you to only carry medical supplies.”

“Yeah well, it sounds like you are used to not being listened to so, ship. Now!”

Wrecker races past, hopping off of the side and down to the level below, the halls are empty as all hands are called to help with the floor that is flooding. 

Nox peeks over the side, she watches as Wrecker sets the small boxes of baby down beside him, "Toss your crate!" He calls up. She nods and yanks the crates handle, flipping it up and off of the edge with a nudge from Tech. 

She helps him in turn, as they gingerly haul the crate full of ordinance over the edge before tossing it below. 

Wrecker sets the crates to one side before turning back to catch Nox, but she's already climbing down. Her fingers dig into spots on the wall where she should not be able to have any grip. She finds her own way down and with a little hop, lands right beside Wrecker as Tech lands beside her. The clang of his boots echoes down the empty hallway. "We'll need to make our way through the flooded floor of the ship in order to get back to the hangar." Tech types away at his data pad again before picking up the side of his crate.

Nox follows close beside the two clones, tossing the crate up onto her back to avoid making any unnecessary scraping sounds as they get closer to the flooded area, the sound of pouring water gets louder and louder with every floor. The next floor they walk through has the water barely deep enough to wash over the toes of their boots, but it rises rapidly after that. By the time they are on the same floor as the hangar, the water has risen up to their knees and Nox has a harder time trying to distract her mind from where all of this stagnant water has been hiding this whole time.

“Holding out ok over there tiny?” Wrecker chuckles. 

She turns to answer, when everything becomes...not alright. Her next step slips out from under her and she goes flying forward, crashing face first into the dark disgusting water, the crate on her back keeping her under the surface as she struggles to pull herself back up to standing. 

A hand at the back of her collar pulls her back up into fresh air, slimy water pours from her mouth and nose as she gags. She doesn't need to clear the water from her eyes to know what the dark figures that are starting to line the hallway are. Tech and Wrecker are on either side of her, blasters raised as the sentry droids file in.   

“I'm hoping you can fight better than you can swim.” Tech calls over as Wrecker leaps over them both and charges straight into one of the sentries.  Tech keeps a few of the others at bay, clipping them with bright bolts from his twin deecees, but it's not enough. She rubs the slime from her face and charges right behind Wrecker, using her entire body to check a droid in her path, she grabs the blaster from its hands as it goes tumbling backwards and into the water. Techs shots ring out around her as he stays behind, watching over the crates behind him. Wrecker tears through any droids that get within reach, sparks flying on to the water before they sizzle and die. She concentrates her fire on any droids Tech misses until the hall is clear.

"There'll be a second platoon on their way, we better get a move on." Tech calls back to them, she tosses the almost empty blaster into the water beside her.

"Are you always just, you know?" She makes growling and ripping sounds at Wrecker.

He laughs, "Not often enough." 

She stifles her laughter behind her hand as she walks back to where Tech is to retrieve the case of medical supplies, for a brief moment the last couple of days are forgotten and even the slime on her skin is the last thing on her mind. For a brief moment she was back with her men, waiting for that score of a lifetime, but when she grabs the handle of the crate and looks back it’s the clone armor that reminds her she is in fact alone. The sudden quiet of sadness doesnt last long as the doors behind them open and a new series of drods begin their march towards them. 

“Incoming!”

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[eideticmemory]

SUGAR II | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: PART 2 OF SUGAR! Read Part 1 here! Mindless Smut! You’re definitely not a sugar baby...unless...?

Word Count: 2,527.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: 20 year age gap between adults, choking, slapping, overstimulation, unprotected sex.

“Okay, babe,” you called, your voice carrying through the bathroom door. “What color would you like to see first?”

“Uh,” Matthew replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. “What are my options?”

“We’ve got...” You rummaged through the Victoria’s Secret bag. “Emerald green, rose gold, light blue, orange, and yellow.”

“Ooh, let me see the emerald green.”

“You got it,” you chirped, and proceeded to undress before sliding on the babydoll lingerie over your body - bra off, panties discarded. “Okay, old man, you ready?”

He giggled, “More than ever.”

You stepped out of the bathroom, confidently putting your hand on your hip as you posed in front of him. Matthew’s grin stretched ear to ear, his eyes raking over your body. He bit down as his bottom lip, followed by his tongue gliding across the skin.

“You like?” You asked.

“I like very much,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “On the bed.”

You let out an excited chuckle, and ran towards the bed, hopping on it and laying your back. You looked at him as you willingly spread your legs open, shifting your hips towards him. Matthew stood at the edge of the bed, taking a long time to admire you before he crawled onto his mattress.

You bit down on your lip, your arms reached out for him. “You’re so beautiful, dove.” He whispered, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Yeah, well, your dove wants to get fucked. Like, right now.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Yes,” you pouted.

“And you think you’re in charge here?” There was an audible change in his voice. It lowered to this bass like pitch, and his eyes glazed over with darkness. His hand gripped onto both your wrist, holding them so tightly that you had no control over your limbs. “You think that you can control me, hm?” You shivered as he began to rub your clit in an up and downwards motion, and your head rolled back. “Go ahead, fight me. Fight me.”

You let out a breathy whimper, your legs spasming and your eyes screwed shut. “Let’s get one thing straight, dove,” he whispered in your ear. Two fingers expertly slid into you without any warning, causing you to sigh weakly. “I own you.”

You attempted to free your wrist from Matthew’s hold, with no luck. He only tightened his grip on you, pushing your wrist against your chest. His “Say it. Say I own you.”

The sensation of his fingers curling inside of you, pumping in against your walls, only allowed you to reply with a vulnerable whine.

“Say it, babygirl. Say ‘you own me.’”

“Y-you own me,” you panted.

“Say it again.”

“You, fuck, you own me.”

“Say ‘I’m yours.’” Matthew added, his lips planting soft kisses along your neck.

“I’m yours,” you complied. “I’m yours.”

You clasped your thighs together, groaning into the air as Matthew’s thumb applied pressure to your clit.

“Oh, baby, you’re gonna come for me already? Such an easy, easy girl.” Matthew’s hand sped up at he spoke, and you drew in a trembling breath. Your orgasm neared like an oncoming train, getting closer and closer. You getting louder and louder. “Come on my fingers, come on. Let me see you do it.”

You writhed your hips against his touch, your head pressed back against the pillows and your teeth gritted. “Fuck, M-Matthew.”

“Mhm, that’s right, babygirl. Say my name again.”

“Matthew...Matthew...oh, my God.” The sirens rang in your head, the tension built in your core and radiated around your body, sweat was already lining your skin. He knew it wouldn’t be long now.

“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate,” he murmured. “Let me see you come, [y/n].”

So, being his good, little girl, you came. Hard. Your back lifted off the mattress and you moaned his name until your voice was raw. He couldn’t contain his smile, slowing his fingers down and withdrawing them from you completely. “You’re my baby, you know that?”

“Hm, Matthew,” you whined. “Fuck me, please. Please.”

“Nope,” he shook his head. “You know that’s not how this works.”

Sad whimpers fell from your lips as you stared into his eyes, “Matthew, please. I’m begging.”

“I know,” he nodded. “I like it when you beg. Do it some more.”

“Ple—“ You’re cut off by Matthew shoving his fingers in your mouth, the taste of your pussy overwhelming your senses. His fingertips reached the back of your throat, and you gagged.

“What’s that?” He said, positioning his ear in front of your face. “I can’t hear you. What were you saying?”

You mewled against his fingers, your eyes filled with tears from the pressure. “You gonna be a good girl and let me eat your pussy?” He asked, his fingers forcing their way deeper down your throat.

You nodded quickly, holding in every cough, gag, and whine you had. He finally released your wrists, allowing your hands to roam free, and removed his fingers from your mouth. Before you could catch your breath, his head was between your legs and his mouth was on your core. Still sensitive from your previous orgasm, you visibly trembled and moaned out loud, tugging at the roots of his hair.

He grunted against you and worked his tongue on your clit, slowly, forcefully, until you began to tense up. This is how is always went. Once Matthew made you orgasm once, a second one wasn’t too hard to pull. And he used that to his advantage.

He sucked on your clit, and lapped at you quickly, your thighs squeezing his face and your hands pulling at his hair. “Fuck. Fuck. Matthew, I—fuck.”

He couldn’t help but watch you from his angle — the way your breast rise and fall, the look of pleasure of your face. It drove him insane, to the point he was desperate to see you come. His own hand had undone his pants and he stroked his cock slowly, humming against you. The intense vibrations, combined with the sensation of his tongue, had you on the edge until you came. You tightened your thighs against his head, your hips raising off the bed, your jaw dropped, and your mouth releasing plentiful moans.

Matthew continued to eat you out, his tongue now using more force than ever. You shook, overwhelmed, and tried to push his head away. But he quickly grabbed your hands in his and pinned your arms to the mattress.

“Matthew—Matthew, I can’t! I can’t!”

But you did. Because your man is relentless. He ate you until another wave of pleasure washed over you, and you responded by melting into the mattress, gasping for air, your eyes watering.

“Hey,” he called, raising himself to be eye level with you. He took your jaw in his hand and slapped your face, repeatedly, “Hey, cut that out. Don’t give me that. I’m not even close to done with you yet.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from quivering, blinking away the tears in your eyes. Matthew gave you a few seconds, as he removed his own clothes. Then, he was back at it. He rubbed his cock against your clit, earning a loud and broken moan from you.

“Oh, baby,” he groaned. “You hear that? You hear how wet you are for me?”

You gulped, watching between your legs where your slit drenched him with each stroke. “Fuck,” he swore. The warmth from just being against you sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn’t take it anymore. So, he placed the tip of his cock against your opening and slowly pushed into you. He stared into your eyes while he did it, and subsequently laid down on top of you, allowing you to shake against him.

“We’re just gonna lay like this for a bit,” he whispered to you.

You whimpered, your face contorting in weakness. “Matthew,” you whispered.

“Patience.”

But you did not have patience. In fact, you were astronomically long on patience at this point. So, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and rolled your hips against his. Big no, no.

Matthew tore your arms away from his body, and pulled his cock out of you. It left you feeling empty, desperate, a little sad.

“No, no, no, Matthew, please, no,” you pleaded.

But he was pissed. He removed himself from the bed and stared at your sternly as you crawled towards him.

“I’m sorry, baby, please,” you rambled. “I’ll be good. Come back, please?”

You knelt on the bed in front of him, which gave him perfect opportunity to wrap his hands around your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck tightly. You instinctively grasped at his wrists, attempting to inhale, to no avail.

“Feeling a little slutty tonight, [y/n]?” Matthew seethed. “You wanna be a slut? You want me to fuck you so badly that you can’t listen? Fine,” He pushed you back onto the bed. “Turn around. Now.”

You instantly had yourself positioned on all fours, your face down against the mattress and your ass up in the air. Matthew wasted no time in spitting on his dick and pushing himself into you. You toes curled on impact and you gripped at the bed sheets. Giving you very little time to adjust, he began to ram his cock into your core — hard, fast, aggressive enough to knock the wind out of you.

You choked on your own moans, panting his name is short breaths as he rhythmically pounded you into the mattress. He grabbed on your wrist and held them behind your back, already sensing that you were nearing another orgasm.

“Matthew, a-ah, fuck—please, I n-need to come,” you cried.

“Right now?”

“Y-yes, right now!”

“You want to touch yourself?”

“Ye-Yes.”

“Oh, well, then,” he sighed, increasing the use of his strength to push himself into you. “I should probably let go of your arms then.”

You whined, loudly, “Fuck you.”

“Such mean words from a girl who’s never gonna get to come.”

The sensation of his cock striking inside of you had you teetering on the brink of release, you clit waiting to be stimulated. But Matthew was strong. You could use every inch of force you had, and still not retrieve your arms from his grasp.

“Pl-please, Matthew,” you begged. “Let me come. Please.”

“You do realize...hm, fuck...that if you come right now, I’m never gonna let you stop?” He breathed in your ear.

You bit down on your bottom lip, only giving him a knowing nod. “Okay,” he released your arms. “Go ahead.”

You’d never moved so fast in your life. You rubbed at your clit like mad, bringing your orgasm closer and closer. Matthew continued to work himself on you, the pressure inside you tipping you into yet another long, pleasurable, and loud finish. Your walls tightened around him and he groaned at the feeling, but never slowed his hips down. If anything, now he was fucking you harder than ever, and it was killing you.

You dug your nails into his thighs, burying your face into the blanket.

“So dramatic,” he laughed. “I told you. Why’d you stop touching yourself? You don’t wanna come again?” He mocked you. “I thought you had to come? So do it again.”

You replied with a frail whimper, your eyes closed tight.

“Do it again, dove,” he commanded. “Do it again.” When you refused to move your hand, he shrugged. “Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

One of his hands reached around to rub your clit, sending jolts of sensitivity throughout your body. “A-ah! Shit! Oh, my God! Fuck you.” You shouted.

“Such a vulgar, vulgar girl,” he crowed, wrapping his other hand around your throat. You went cross eyed at the lack of oxygen flow, gasping for air as he fucked you into another orgasm. Your entire body trembled against him, your nails clawing at his hand and your body sinking into the mattress. You struggled to make a sound, Matthew’s chokehold giving you little air to breathe. So instead you laid there gasping, overcome with another high.

Matthew let go of your neck, and you instantly began rapidly inhaling air, coughing and shivering. “Hm,” he hummed, his strokes hard and steady. “I couldn’t really hear you that well. Let’s try that again.”

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” you ranted, cut off by a monumental yelp as he worked his fingers of you swollen clit. You quivered against the bed and attempted to moan, but Matthew gripped onto your throat once again.

“Give me one more good one, cause I’m ready to fill you up,” he murmured in your ear.

You nodded, “Okay, daddy.”

His eyes rolled back as he bucked into you, the sound of the word striking him in his chest and his dick. “Fuck. You’re gonna kill me, y’know that?” He said.

But it felt the other way around. His fingers and his hips still worked to give you another orgasm, his grip absentmindedly tightening around your neck. He was so entranced by his own finish, that he didn’t notice you beginning to shake and ride out your sixth release of the night. You bit down on the blanket as it happened, hollering into the fabric as your body crumbled. You face had turned completely red, your throat raw from moaning, and your body racked with tenderness.

Matthew moved his hand from your neck to your shoulders, pushing you down, and starting to rearrange your guts. His nails penetrated your skin, guttural grunts falling off of his lips. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck. Oh, dove, my dove, you’re gonna make me come inside you.”

“Do it, daddy,” you pleaded. “Please, I want it.”

He hunched over your body, falling apart at the seams as his orgasm pent up in his stomach. “Fuck. Fucking fuck.” He groaned. You could feel his breath between your shoulder blades.

You could feel him come inside you, deep and warm and dirty. You hummed happily at the feeling, a smile creeping onto your face. The sound of him moaning, coming undone in a fit of breathy noises, always made you happy. Always brought you bliss.

He pulled out of you slowly, watching as his come spilled from your core. He licked his lips, and gave your ass a light smack. “God, babygirl,” he murmured. “You’re perfect. Just perfect.”

You giggled, rolling onto your back to grin up at him. He dropped onto the bed, laying down beside you and cupping your face in his hand.

“My jelly bean,” he cooed, his voice gentle. “Are you okay?”

You held onto his wrist with both your hands, smiling, “I’m okay, baby. I’m happy.”

He gave you a goofy, wide grin, “You are?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Everytime.”

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. And he pulled your close, warming you with his body. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“And I love you! And how much do you just love this lingerie?” You pipped, looking down at the wrinkled, green lace.

“I love it. You did good, gumdrop.”

“Thank you, Matthew,” you snuggled into him. “For everything.”