#you should try slapping him or shoving your fingers down his throat he'd LOVE that sksksk

[saymio]

Gyeong-seok Headcanons | NSFW

Pairing: Park Gyeong-seok (player 246) x Fem!reader

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warning: dead dove do not eat, manipulation, age gap, cum eating, might be more but im too lazy to write it down

A/N: not proof read. I def made him pretty ooc but he's just too hot I cant make him vanilla I CNATTT

gyeong seok, the man that watched you from afar. watching your every move as you sat there alone on the bed you had just woken up in.

gyeong seok, the man thats way too scared to approach you.. it was embarrassingly obvious how much older he was than you..if he had to guess itd probably be 20 years. he didn't want to scare you away.

gyeong seok, the man that saved you during red light green light. wrapping his arm around your waist before you could fall last second.

gyeong seok, the man that felt nothing but happiness when you came to him like a puppy searching for an owner. thanking him for saving your life and how you'd never forget him.

gyeong seok, the man that you had stuck with after the first game... glued onto him 24/7. it was clear you were scared and wanted someone who could protect you, and gyeong seok was just that.

gyeong seok, the man that gives you his milk. insisting that you need it more because you're young and need all the nutrients you can get.

gyeong seok, the man that excuses him self to the bathroom to get off when you tell him your age. its so fucked up but he just couldnt help the feeling of his pants tighten a little when you told him you had just turned 20.

gyeong seok, the man that will come back from jerking off to the thought of you like nothing had happened. patting your head and continuing your conversation as if he wasn't imagining all the things he'd do to you that second.

gyeong seok, the man that just couldn't get an inch of sleep when you asked if you could climb onto his bed and sleep with him. he almost picked you up and starting fucking you at that second when you wrapped your legs around him in your sleep.

gyeong seok, the man that convinces you to sneak into the bathroom with him because if it werent for him you wouldve died during the second game. using his generosity as a reason you should help him just this once.

gyeong seok, the man that shoves his cock deep into your throat. grabbing your hair roughly and helping your rhythm against his dick. if he weren't in so much stress he woulve came to just the sight of your drool dipping all over his dick.

gyeong seok, the man that forces you to drink his cum. he'll slap your face if you refuse. "I saved your life twice, and gave you extra food. this is how you repay me?" is all he says before he sees you swallow his thick seed.

gyeong seok, the man that will force his fingers inside of you while the lights are off. even if you say no and try pushing his hand away he wont stop. pumping his large fingers in and out of your hole until you cum all over them. your small hands covering the little noises you make

gyeong seok, the man that can switch up at any second. "if you don't listen I'll kill you, can you just be good" to "I love you y/n, don't leave me. never leave me, I need you." the next second. he always keeps you on edge and scared...sometimes you regret sticking with him.

gyeong seok, the man that promises the two of you will get out so he can introduce you to his daughter. proposing the idea of you moving in and taking care of her while he works. like a normal family should be.. moments like these make you forget the mean things he's done and said... maybe he's just under a lot of stress..once the two of you get out, he'll change right?

Another note: I FEEL LIKE I STILL MADE HIM BORING KMSKMSKMS I made him ooc for nothing....hes so hot doe pls I need more fics of him... hehehhe

TAGLIST: @pollys-doublelife @gongyoosgf

[shawtyfromdirtydocks]

Fat dick soap fucking thee shit outta black ! Fem! Reader and being absolutely relentless about it. I’m talking teasing, hair pulling, degrading (mix with some praises but mostly degrading) spitting, finger suckling, titty sucking, clit licking, and reader can’t help but have her brain melt out her ears and just be completely fucked dumb<333

John "Soap" MacTavish

CW: Degrading, little praise, p in v, unprotected sex, edging, masochist! Reader, lightly proofread idk

Wait do you mind if I add comical! Soap into the mix? Because he fits perfectly here 🤭

20+ DNI 20+ DNI 20+ DNI 20+ DNI 20+

Soap is the kind of guy to laugh you out ya panties and then keep you laughing while he fold you into a pretzel. Or laugh at you because you're too fucked out to make a sound that isn't a cry or moan

Walk wit me right quick.

He'd have you on your knees before anything. Jerking himself off over your face, which is wet with tears. How could he not? You just look so pretty below him.

When you start showing signs of restlessness (rubbing your thighs together or whining) he'd make you stick out your tongue for him to spit on before ruthlessly fucking your throat on his dick. Grabbing a handful of your curls, stretching your throat with his girth.

Oh and how he'd laugh at you if you gagged. "Wha'? Y'can't take it?". It would only encourage him to be more rough. Holding your head still so he could thoroughly enjoy the warmth and wetness of your esophagus. Ignoring the warning signs your gag reflex kept throwing at him.

His teasing would show no end either. He had to remind you that you were his to enjoy, not the other way around. And he knew you loved it.

It was evident in the way your eyes rolled back when he forced you to take him all the way down your throat. The way you obeyed immediately when he instructed you to lick his balls. And most definitely in the way you made direct eye contact with him.

It all eventually leads up to him pulling out of the depths of your mouth just before he shot his seed directly into your digestive system. Slapping your face with his dick. "Is tha' a smile I see? Are ya enjoyin this or are ya happy cause ya think it's over?"

Oh and he'd manhandle you to further drive home the point that you were nothing more than a sex doll in that situation.

Gripping your curls to throw you over the edge of the bed. Lifting you by the hips then shoving his middle and ring finger into your mouth to pull you up against his chest. His grip on your jaw forced it open too so you drooled down his forearm and all over your tits.

Johnny loves doggy. Especially after a long day. "God you're fucking disgusting. You look like a bitch in heat." Growling the most ego crushing things in your ear while he pounded you from the back. "Don't run. I didn't say I was fucking done with you did I??" He loved the way you tightened around him when he insulted you, crying in shame. It turned him on knowing that he had complete control over you.

He couldn't even think about trying to cum without looking at your pretty face though, covered in his spit and previous loads he'd busted. So when he got close again, he'd switch positions one last time and make you ride his cock.

"look at you, you love being a cumslut." He was laughing in your face and it would make you cry if you didn't enjoy it so much. And don't even think about closing your eyes or looking away from him cause you could expect him to slap you, spit on you, or bite your nipples.

"Sloppy fuckin' bitch." Your head falling back, tears streaming down your face because you're just so overstimulated. How could you not be? He's been dragging you all over the house and using your holes for over an hour. "You can't even fuckin' think can you? That pretty little head is fuckin empty. Just how it should be."

And when you were able to finally speak? He'd make you say things you wouldn't even tell your best friend about.

"You love bein treated like an object don't you? Say it." Or he'd spit in your mouth and make you say thank you. Johnny might even put you in a full nelson in front of a mirror to make you watch him abuse your poor little pussy. Forcing you to tell him how much you loved it and pounding you harder when you didn't say it loud enough.

But of course he'd remind you how much he loved you after he was done with you. Holding you tight and whispering to you how good you took him. "My pretty girl."

He'd lay you on your back, kissing over your collar bone or take a nipple into his mouth with a hand between between your thighs rubbing your swollen clit.

You were just too beautiful like this. Completely unable to speak or move. So as a thank you, he'd get you all comfy with a pillow under your head and the curve of your back.

Carefully spreading your thighs to be mindful of how sore your legs must be at this point. Kissing over your mons pubis and eventually the ultra sensitive nub that you needed him to pay attention to the most.

He ate you out slowly, moaning into your stickiness whenever you whimpered. He gave you exactly what you wanted too. Sucking on your clit lightly. Letting you squeeze his hands when the stimulation became too much for your body.

When you started rolling your pussy against his tongue he let you use his mouth. He even moaned with you when you came on his tongue. Savoring the taste of your orgasm on his taste buds.

"tha's it my love, tha's it."

[katszumi]

Part One

“I love you.” Iwaizumi declared with a slight smile on his face.

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening at the unexpected confession. You could feel your heartbeat increase its pace. No. You could hear it. Iwaizumi stared at your slacked jaw, not realizing what exactly he just admitted until the silence became far too unusual for them.

Iwaizumi’s olive-tanned skin instantly turned red. The vermillion color reaching his neck and the tip of his ears. He couldn’t believe that his mouth decided that this was the most perfect time to confess. He wanted to slap his hand over his mouth and run away from you. Run away from this whole situation.

Not to mention, you remained silent, rather staring at him with gaped eyes.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that so suddenly.” Iwaizumi apologized, not sure how else to respond to your reaction other than the feeling of being rejected. His heart began to crumble, expectant filling his mind. He knew that this was going to happen.

Even though this was the worst possible time to confess, Iwaizumi didn't regret it. The suffocating feeling of not being able to be yours killed him everyday, especially when he watched you laugh with some guy from your class. It was more than a relief that he was finally able to get it off his chest, even if this happened to be the circumstance.

To interrupt the awkward silence, you cleared your throat. Your fingers finding the necklace that laid on your collar bones, fiddling with it to find some sort of comfort.

“It’s, um, okay.” You replied.

The brunette in front of you shifted in his position, shoving his hands into his pants pocket. He was sure that if he didn’t you’d see the visible sweat occurring on them.

Now, Iwaizumi couldn't stand the silence that was between them. He drug his tongue across his bottom lip, wetting them before putting his head down. His blush grew even more, the vermillion color getting darker.

He slightly rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, “So?” Iwaizumi squeaked.

“So?” You repeated, taking a huge breath. It felt like a boulder was sitting on your lungs, blocking your airway.

“How do you feel about it?” He referred to the confession. Since the secret was already out, there was no other perfect time to do this. He'd rather get rejected and admit defeat right there, right now than later.

Your teeth grazed your bottom lip before gently biting onto it. How do I feel about it? You questioned yourself. It was true that you’ve known Iwaizumi for a long time, and he’s always been there for you. So, how did you truthfully feel about him?

You remembered how you instantly painted him as a gentleman. A tennis ball symbolizing the first time you two met. It was the first day of your second year, you unfortunately were placed in gym this year. Since it was a free day, your class was able to go outside to the tennis courts and play a match if wanted, and that's exactly what you did. But, what you didn't mean to do is to send your tennis ball with your racket into the head of a taller guy. His hands immediately flew to the back of his hands, his eyes darting around the area searching for the culprit. As his eyes landed on you, you knew you were as good as gone.

Until, Iwaizumi—the handsome guy that played volleyball was what circled around in school—jogged up to the male you inflicted harm on. You weren't sure what they conversed about, but when he turned around and returned to his friends, you were thankful for whatever Iwaizumi said. Soon after, Iwaizumi walked towards you. "Don't worry about him, he doesn't know it was you." You remembered there was a smile that tugged on his lips. "Maybe you should practice on your aim some more." You were aware he was trying to alleviate you for almost getting chewed out. And for some odd reason, it worked all too well.

Since then, you were glued to Iwaizumi just as much as he was to you.

Iwaizumi always made sure you were okay. Back in the spring, you were asked to babysit one of your mom's friends kid. That night you had papers on papers to study, so there was no possible way you could multitask both. Once Iwaizumi caught ear of this, he was immediately on his way towards you. When he arrived, Iwaizumi insisted on baby-watching while you studied. Thankfully, you were able to finish your studies and he managed to put the baby to sleep. You two went on to watch a Godzilla marathon, which definitely seemed like a strange movie to watch but somehow felt priceless at the same time.

Unlike Iwaizumi, you weren't the sporty type. You leaned more towards the creative side that existed in the world. Due to that, you actively participated in the arts and crafts club at school. One particular day, Iwaizumi accompanied you because his own practice was canceled. Today, you planned on weaving since winter was approaching fast and you wished for a homemade scarf. The plan was in motion and was going well with Iwaizumi by your side, until particles of pain began to spread from your index finger to your face. You noticed a tiniest drop of blood on your weaving needle. Instinctively, you cursed under your breath, Iwaizumi's attention now focusing on your bloody finger.

It didn't take him long to shoot himself up from his chair. You assumed that he had a weak stomach and couldn't stand the sight of blood. So, you stood from your own seat to rinse your finger under water. But, seconds later, Iwaizumi comes rushing back in the room with a first-aid kit. You wondered where those were even at in the school and how he knew where to get one so fast, but you didn't have time to ask any questions from the way he ushered you to the sink. Iwaizumi washed your finger, applied rubbing alcohol on it, and bandaged it without you asking. You two remained silent during the process, only because the slight furrow in his eyebrow indicated he was extremely focused. "Be more careful next time." He forced his voice to sound more authoritative, but the slightest tone of concern leaked out in his statement. "Tradition says that bleeding on a project is good luck." You joked instead. He rolled his eyes at the statement, his hand still gently holding onto your bandaged one.

A week later, you gifted him the scarf with a healed hand.

When school finally reached summer break, you began to travel more with your family. You were unable to see any of your friends as much, including Iwaizumi. There was an empty void inside of you that you hoped the amount of scenery and foreign foods would fill, but it didn't. Nothing could. As soon as your family car entered the borders of Japan, Iwaizumi was the first contact you pressed. It felt natural that he would be the first person you'd contact. It was always like that; He was the first person you'd look for in a busy crowd, the first person to talk to after a long day, the first person that slipped into your mind without thought. He was always just there, whenever he was not, the feeling was suffocating. Who else was there to talk to if he's not in your presence?

Iwaizumi was never the type to show his emotions on his sleeves. You suppose maybe that's a reason why you started to fall for him. He was hard to read, sometimes even suppressed how he felt about certain things. But when he was honest, his words were fervent and passionate. You witnessed this first when some girls at your school started to bad-talk you. They were upset you managed to slither in the cracks of Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Their claims were 'she's not popular enough or they could choose someone better than her'. You fell into their words of hate, the feeling of insecurity and self-doubt loomed around you and followed you wherever you went.

Unable to stand the sight of you like this, Iwaizumi showed up at your house unwarranted, practically forcing himself inside when you tried to shoo him away. That day, he yelled at you for choosing to believe them, how he was upset you started to distance yourself from him and Oikawa because of some 'imbecile, jealous girls' were his words. Your rebuttal was something along the lines of "Some things they're not necessarily wrong about", your eyes falling to the floor because it was suddenly uncomfortable to engage in eye contact. Iwaizumi instead used his finger to lift your chin, compelling you to look in his eyes. "But they are. Those girls could never amount to how beautiful you are." His olive orbs looked as if they were begging you to hear him. To feel his love for you. And with just a sentence, you felt the immense pressure wishing to be more dissipate in less than a second.

You love how much effort Iwaizumi puts toward you. After every volleyball game, the entire student section rushes the court to celebrate their deserved win. You, carefully sliding past people, eyes wandering around to find a specific figure in a pool of bodies finally meets Iwaizumi. Him, bumping shoulders into numerous people, ignoring the grunts of others from his lack of manners, in order to always meet you in the middle. You don't know a time when he's not there, waiting for you, climbing the peak of every mountain just so he can reach you.

Because the Iwaizumi you've known has always accepted your imperfections, supports and motivates you, makes sure you're aware of the fact that you're a priority to him.

Maybe you've known for a long time you were in love with Iwaizumi. In love with how easily he managed to slip through your barricaded door. You were just being selfish choosing to ignore the vehement pool of affection you thrived upon that was bestowed for the male in front of you.

Deciding that words just couldn't emphasize your true feelings for him, your hands caress Iwaizumi's stunned face and you close the distance that was between you two.

The shape of his lips molded perfectly with yours, almost like God sculpted his lips to only fit yours. He tasted like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion. Like pure, clear water, as though it came from a spring. Whatever it was, you wanted more.

But your stupid stupid lungs had to find air.

You leaned away from Iwaizumi, resting your forehead on his. You could feel his brown strands of hair that stuck to his forehead from the sweat he emitted in the volleyball match, but you didn't care. Whenever it came to Iwaizumi, any worries was thrown out the window. He just felt right.

You grinned against his lips. “Took us way too long.”

-

i love this man sm, i'll do anything for him

[submissivekillers]

kinktober day 2 - voyeurism (billy lenz)

gonna slap a cw for dubcon/noncon on this one folks - reader knows/is heavily implied to know what billy's doing, but there's a third party who is unaware. if that's not cool with you here's yr warning ✌️ also some billy-typical violent thoughts, not directed @ reader tho

Billy doesn’t know whether he loves or hates nights like this.  

On the one hand, he gets to see you — all of you. He sees you all the time - in your room, in the shower, in every state of dress or undress - but there's a side of you that doesn't come out when you're alone, only when you've got some pretty, desperate thing spread and whining on the bed beneath you. He knows what you sound like whispering gentle praise or snarling insults. He knows the line that forms in your brow when you're fucking into someone on their knees and the grin you wear watching them bounce on your lap. They might warm your bed for the night, but he's seen parts of you they never will. 

On the other hand, Billy hates watching you fuck someone else. You bring a stranger home at least once a week now — never the same person twice. None of them deserve it. None of them know you like he does; none of them have seen you like he has. It should be him in your bed. 

The sound of a stranger’s voice in your hallway makes his throat burn with jealousy, hissing curses through his teeth and tugging at the roots of his hair as he paces furious and lightfooted around your attic. But all the same, when he hears the soft click of your closing door, he’s flattening himself to the floor so he can stare through the crack in your ceiling, a t-shirt he’d snagged from your dirty laundry clenched in his white-knuckled fist. 

The boy you've brought home tonight is tall and muscular, with straight blond hair and blue eyes like a china doll, which is annoying. Billy likes it better when you bring home people that resemble him, that have his messy curls and skinny build. He can pretend that you're seeking them out because they look like him, that it's your secret signal; you know him, you've seen him, you want him. Still, he shoves a hand between his thighs and grinds into his palm as you bend low to sink your teeth into a suntanned throat, huffing deep lungfuls of your sweat through the fabric pressed to his nose. His stomach roils, jealousy sour on his tongue. 

You're already naked, straddling the stranger's lap, grinding and rolling, making him let out pathetic little keens. Billy likes the sounds he makes even though he wants to bleed him like a pig for being under you, in his place. He's responsive, pliant beneath your hands. Knows how to behave. Billy likes that. He'd behave for you, if you'd let him; he’d try so so hard to be good and you’d never call him nasty or filthy or bad. He whines into the drool-soaked cotton over his mouth, fucking into his hand and imagining licking the sheen of sweat off the nape of your neck. 

You’re talking to the boy beneath you, low and sweet — he can hear the smile in your voice. Two fingers are buried in his throat down to the last knuckle, pulsing in and out at the same pace you buck your hips. He makes wet, choked noises around the intrusion and Billy echoes the sound, eyes rolling in his skull at your satisfied coo. 

“There we go, baby,” you purr before tugging at the blond’s jaw, spitting into his mouth. He swallows without a second thought, presents his tongue for more. Billy moans, nearly sobbing, throbbing with envy. He worries your shirt between his teeth, panting furiously through his nose and watching the boy gag and cry around your fingers. “So pretty. My puppy loves this, doesn't he?” 

Puppy. That’s new. He likes it.

"Good puppy. T-Take Billy home, take Billy," he slurs, fluctuating somewhere between your voice and his own. Your movements grow frenzied below him, bouncing on the blond's lap with abandon. He can hear the wet sounds your bodies make together, slick and obscene beneath your soft panting and the boy's pitchy moans. “Billy’s a good dog. W-Wanna be your pretty puppy, piggy's pretty puppy.”   

“Come on, come on,” you gasp. Your head lolls back, hazy eyes fixed on the ceiling beneath your fluttering lashes. There’s a determined tilt to your kiss-bruised mouth, a furrow of concentration between your brows. “Let me hear you, puppy.” 

Billy comes with a yowl only barely muffled by the shirt pressed to his face, so hard his vision flashes white, skull blessedly empty if only for a moment. When he comes to, his face is tacky with tears, a puddle of saliva cooling on the floorboards beneath his cheek; his thighs are soaked with cum, a dark stain on the front of his trousers. It makes him feel gross, filthy, which of course he is. He wiggles his hand free with a hiss as he brushes the oversensitive flesh of his cock, lifting it to his face and suckling at his sticky fingers. 

The blond boy is in your lap when he focuses through the crack again, resting on your thighs with a dazed smile as you lift a glass of water to his lips. You run your nails through the short hair at the nape of his neck and Billy burns, a whimper escaping around his thumb. Unfair that this stranger gets to lay on your soft, warm thighs, while Billy has to roll around in filth on the cold attic floor. He imagines wrapping his hands around the boy's long neck and squeezing 'til the whites of his eyes turn bright cherry red. It makes him feel a little better.

Once the glass is empty, you pull him up and out of your room; Billy knows you can't stand going to bed sweaty. Limp and weary, he scans the room for any trophies — and lights up at the scrap of red fabric he can see peeking out from your tangled sheets. He can see the slick that stains it from his peephole, a giddy, girlish giggle cracking out of him. Silently, he creeps towards the trapdoor, ready to scurry downstairs as soon as you're distracted in the shower. 

You're usually careful not to leave your underwear lying around. It must be Billy’s lucky day.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

BIG BEEFY MEN WHO SHYLY ASK YOU TO CHOKE THEMMM 💦💦💦💦💦 I JUST KNOW THIS IS OUR IWA 💕 -rosie

WAAAAAHH IT IS IT REALLY IS!!! 😖💦💕

Iwa is so big and strong and protective, everyone assumes that he's dominant in all aspects of his life but they're so wrong. He finds himself wanting to please you in every way possible, to worship you, to be at your mercy. He sheepishly fucks his fist to the thought of you, his other hand gripping his jugulars and squeezing. He knows your smaller hands would feel so much better around his throat, so warm and tender and soft. He keeps his fantasy a secret for the first few times yall are intimate, but once you two reach the double digits he shyly brings it up. He won't make eye contact, his tan skin has the softest pink glow to it. This six foot beast of a man, rippling with muscles and power, wringing his hands as he cautiously asks if you'd please choke him the next time yall have sex.

Oh god, and once it happens? Once you're sat on his cock and wrap those itty bitty hands around his thick neck? Jesus christ, he sees stars. Thrusts hopelessly up into you, almost knocking you off a few times from the force. His hands are squeezing your hips so tight, his eyes rolled back, the doppiest lovesick grin on his face. He's lost, stuck somewhere up on cloud nine, too blissed out to think about anything other than the delicious pressure you're providing on his throat. Cums far quicker than ever before, and harder too, curling in on himself, stomach clenched tightly as he empties himself deep inside you. He's never felt so good in his entire life. He may have to go out wedding ring shopping bc he knows for a fact that after this experience, he'll never be satisfied with vanilla sex ever again.

[leigh-kay]

time for dom tyler w a vamp gf bc he has a thirst for fear and blood and she cant die and likes pain 🤭

Close Your Eyes // Tyler Galpin

warnings: dark!tyler, biting, mean!dom!tyler, hyde comes out but not ugly bug eyes, just claws lmfao, slapping, blindfold, blood, smut (again obvi), degrading, praising, fingering, oral (woman recieving), manhandling, may make some uncomfy☝️

smut smut smut SMUT bc he deserves the hype truly

Tongue and teeth and hands and skin. Red, and white, and the absence of it all.

She relished in the feeling of the sting across her cheek, squealing at the feel of his hands gripping at her breasts, and jumping each time he let her go to grab at her again.

"Ty," she breathed, chest brushing his as he held her wrists to the wall, "can I see you yet?"

"I wanted to try a blindfold actually."

She ran it through her mind as she breathed him in, pausing before opening her eyed of her own accord.

"Why?'

His grip on her wrists loosened, soothing shapes traced where bruises would remain tomorrow, "If you can't see what I'm doing, you'll be forced to anticipate what I do next."

She read between the lines. Anticipate. Be nervous. Nerves meant fear, excitement. Fear fed the fire the hyde instilled in him, and excitement wasn't hard to come by when he had such a way with her body.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

She nodded, pressing the last soft kiss of the night to his lips, "Show me why I should be scared."

He groaned, hand tracing at her neck, "Close your eyes."

He was gone, and then he wasn't. She felt the fabric as he fastened it around her eyes.

It was light, and he tyed it tight, but not so tight it hurt.

"You," he sucked against the column of her throat, "are so fucking good for me, arent you?"

she nodded, a smile gracing her despite the handling she knew was to come.

she loved her sweet, soft eyed boyfriend when he was quiet and shy, holding her hand; she also loved her dark, careless, merciless boyfriend when he threw her around and fucked her dumb.

"Always so willing," she felt the dull point as he held it between her breasts, cutting through the thin fabric of her top.

As the fabric fell to the floor, the point still trailed her stomach. Dull enough to graze, sharp enough to cut if he so wished.

Her breath caught, head collapsing to the wall as it poked below her waistline.

"Careful. Wouldn't want to cut you, yeah?" his laugh was sadistic.

It drove her fucking crazy.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Cut me, Ty."

The burn across her face was familiar.

"You're so fucking needy. It's pathetic."

"I want you," she screamed as he dug his claws into the flesh of her thigh, "to hurt me."

She couldn't see it, oh how she fucking wished she could, but she could hear it. Feel it.

He was smiling, "Anything you want."

She was in his arms, legs wrapped at his waist as his cock hardened as her core ground against him with each step.

He dropped her to the bed with no warning, the fall catching her off guard.

As she tried to sit up, he shoved her to her back. Her thighs clenched as he ran his teeth across his collarbone. She was unsure if the substance between her legs was her own arousal or the blood from the wound he'd dug into her skin.

As he trailed across her breasts, he bit down, sending her back arching into him as she whimpered.

"Tyler!" she gasped, her own nails raking through his scalp, gripping at his hair as he worked.

As his touch left her, she whined, a pout crossing her as she felt the bed shift.

Where had he gone?

His fingers clutched around her ankles, ripping her down the mattress as he attached his lips to her center through the fabric covering her.

It sent her reeling as she jolted at the contact.

"Tell me what it is."

She lay confused, turned on probably more than she should be, eyes open under the blindfold, as if she could look for the answer.

The shock of the cold against her clit as he tugged her panties to the side answered her queries.

"Fuck!"

He ran it down her folds, pressing viciously against her clit as he pushed at her thighs to keep her down.

"Either you stay still or this ends."

She nodded, body trembling as she tried to keep herself still.

Her fingers scraped against the bed as he thrust tso of his fingers in with no warning, keeping the ice at her most sensitive spot.

He went slow, dragging through her as she moaned, "Tyler, faster!"

He gripped at her hips, mouth meeting her as he picked up the pace. He groaned as she bucked back against him, urging him to go faster still.

As her head rolled back, his teeth tugged at her, tongue soothing the burn as she writhed, the previous warning forgotten.

"Taste so fucking good," he sighed into her.

As her hormones surged and her back arched, she cried out for him, reaching desperately for him as she yanked him to her level, forcing her lips against his.

She came as his fingers never gave up, her fangs piercing his lower lip.

As she floated down his hand trapped her own two in a cage above her head, his tongue running across her neck as he bit down.

It was sick, and disgusting, the way she ached each and everytime he tore into her.

It invoked a feeling so raw, so confusing, and so fucking enticing.

He hadn't fully released her from the hold of his mouth as he pushed her up, only letting go as he flipped her to the position he wanted her.

"I'm gonna fuck you, and you're not going to cum until I say so."

"Yes, please."

His palm cracked down across her ass as he rubbed himself against her, teasing.

With slow, torturous taps to her clit, rubbing his tip along her as he fought his own sense of control from behind her.

"Goddamnit Ty-"

His hand collided with her pussy, making her shout as her back dipled further inwards.

He eased into her, allowing no recovery time as he pounded into her, his hand sneaking around her neck, pulling her up against him.

"You're so pretty when you let me fucking destroy you."

Her lip was between her teeth, fighting the sounds trying to escape her.

She felt dirty, sick, and she was. God she really was. Because she loved it.

"Letting me ruin your sweet little outfit," his fingers found her clit, "carve into you like the pain slut you are," he rubbed rough figure eights against her, grip at her neck tightening, "and now you're letting me fuck you stupid."

She gripped a hand at his around her neck, pushing further against her windpipe, her eyes drifting to the back of her head.

Her moans were strangled and the she felt so so dizzy.

She could smell the adrenaline, sense her own nerves as he could do anything he pleased with her. She could nearly taste the anger and the rage seeping out of him as he buried himself inside of her.

He dropped the grip at her neck, feeling her clench around his cock, "dont you dare cum without permission."

His thrusts grew deeper, his hands ravaging her body as he took what he wanted.

He was beautiful, she didn't need to see physically to see him in her own mind.

Head thrown bad, the low growls ripping out of his throat revealing he was just as close as she was.

The way he ripped himself from her to throw her to her back again only solidified what she'd known

"Tyler, right there, please!"

He kept his pace, stabbing st her g spot with each and every thrust, "Please- let me-"

"Say my name."

"Tyler," she gasped.

"Whose fuck toy are you?"

"Y-yours," her lip bled with how hard she bit down, "I'm yours!"

"Now!" he demanded.

She broke.

Her lips met his neck as she dug her teeth into the skin of his neck. Her mouth rushed with his blood as she came apart on him. As she savored his taste he lost himself, cumming inside her.

The shocks sent the two of them into a spiral, reaching and gripping and gasping.

As she pulled from his neck, he rushed his lips to hers, tasting his own blood, running his tongue across hers to capture the taste.

He ripped at the blindfold, revealing her eyes before kissing her once more, his hold on her waist not faltering.

"I love you."

He slowly withdrew from her, gentle hands as he brushed the stray hairs from her cheeks, "I worship you."

author here to let everyone know i do take request :) and id love to hear your ideas

[usedtobecooler]

I have SO many virgin!eddie thots... but definitely face sitting, the reader riding him, sloppy bjs... the list goes on. I would love to see him get more confident and possibly lightly degrade the reader since she came from him calling her a slut? That fic was so important to me 🥹😭❤️ keep up the good work!

no because me too my brain is running at a million miles an hour with ideas!! though i think once eddie got more comfortable around our reader he'd really start being vocal... i feel like it would go a lil something like this.

warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), oral m receiving, dirty talking, degradation, dumbification, bimbofication, crying during sexual acts.

It's only the second time you've ever given Eddie a blowjob, the first time hardly long enough to actually count, considering the second you'd gotten your mouth around him and sucked properly he was cumming down your throat with an embarrassing yelp.

You had told him - in confidence, may you add, - a few days prior that you had enjoyed being degraded in the past. Eddie didn't flush as dark at your filthy words as he once did, but he did still gawp at you all wide eyed and mouth hung open.

You didn't expect him to actually take anything on board that you said, he still stuttered on his breath when you'd talk dirty to him with your cunt in his mouth or your hand squeezing his balls.

Yet here you were, shoved down in the tiny space between the dashboard of your car and the passenger seat on your lunch break, mouth sucking him down wet and hot, when all of the sudden his gravelly voice comes out of nowhere and shocks you.

"Yeah? You like having a mouthful of cock?" Eddie's rambling but his words lack a bit of heat due to the amount of moaning he's doing between talking, fingers harshly gripping and pulling the hair on the crown of your head, "You're such a slut for it, bet you do this for every guy who plays dumb for you."

You moan around Eddie's cock at his words and try to shake your head no, tears pricking at your eyes as your fingers slip deftly under your skirt, palming at your clothed cunt through your panties for some sort of relief. Your eyelids flutter, two fingers rubbing quick circles on your clit through the fabric, shoving forward a little to force more of Eddie's length down your throat, choking and gagging as you go.

"Fuck, you should feel how good it is having your throat close up around me," Eddie's sighing, a whimper escaping when you gag again, sucking him down hotly, "who's the desperate idiot now?"

You whine, slipping Eddie's cock from your mouth in favour of his balls instead, licking and sucking hotly at them whilst your free hand came to wrap around his shaft, tugging him quickly, "Me, I'm the desperate idiot," You admit, the words muffled around your mouthful.

"Putting that dirty mouth to use for me," Eddie coos, looking down at you with wet eyes full of admiration as you slap the head of his dick against your puffy, abused lips, mouthing hotly at it with a small smirk on your face, fingers still rubbing over your cunt fast, "Can't even wait for me to finish and touch you, you're that hot for it."

"M'just your desperate whore, all yours, handsome," You're shuddering against your own hand, licking fat stripes up his cock before sinking back down onto it, hand twisting around the length you can't fit down your throat and sucking and licking hotly to get Eddie to completion.

Eddie falters quickly with how fast you're going, words catching and dying in his throat before he can get them out, "Jesus Christ, fuck, shit," He's moaning loud, fucking his hips up into your mouth wildly and making you choke, "Fuck, make me cum you st-stupid slut,"

You look up, making eye contact and Eddie is a goner. The look of the mixture of tears, sweat and spit on your face has him whining and shoving his hips up harshly, cumming down your throat so hard you gag, struggling to swallow the mouthful he so lovingly gives you.

You continue licking at him slowly whilst his cock softens in your mouth, fingers still working on your cunt. He slips from your mouth eventually and you whine against his bare thigh, biting down and screaming when you eventually cum, legs shaking and eyes wet with tears.

You lie in between Eddie's spread legs for a moment before you eventually speak, "Don't get it twisted, pretty boy. You're still the bitch in this relationship."

[lovebykai]

Desire

Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW. Virgin!Reader. Mentions of Drug Use. Prostitution?

Authors Note: Nobody look at me Kokonoi is rotting my brain he's too pretty. Also he represents financial security and that's so sexy of him so--

It was a joke.

You swear it was a joke.

"How much to fuck you then, Koko, since everything has a price?"

He'd been bickering with Ran of all people, and it was uncomfortably heated. It was obnoxious and you'd been trying to cut the tension while also taking the opportunity to be an asshole. If you hadn't been so fucking high you probably would have minded your damn business as usual but then he'd actually had an answer.

Now it was all you could think about. His smooth voice telling you exactly how much you'd have to pay him to get him into bed had become the soundtrack to your life. Suddenly the stupid, tiny crush you had on the man didn't seem quite as stupid. You'd always known you could never have Koko in any way that mattered, but you could totally have this.

"I knew you'd take me up on it," Kokonoi crooned smugly, smirking down at you. "God, you're pathetic." His fingers had curled around your throat the second you'd made it to his room and they hadn't left yet.

"Shut up." Your body was too warm; an uncomfortable mixture of shame and desire as his tongue trace his lower lip. He tsked, glaring and shoving you back onto his bed. Instinct made you scramble backwards.

"So, how do you want me, Y/N?" It was teasing as he crawled over you, coming out a little softer. Seductive. Fuck. Shit. Maybe you should have left this fantasy a fantasy because you were already feeling overwhelmed.

"I--I don't--" He snickered as you fumbled for the right words, leaning down with a small hum so that your noses were nearly touching. Fuck he was gorgeous.

"I've never--" The snickering ceased, his brow furrowing in annoyance as you swallowed thickly then managed, somehow, to choke out what you were trying to say.

"I'm a virgin!"

Everything froze.

Kokonoi jerked back like you'd slapped him, eyes widening. There was a beat where you were sure he was going to kick you out before he visibly relaxed; the way his cat-like eyes softened on yours soothed your rattled nerves.

"You're kidding." He deadpanned after a long moment of staring, letting out a quiet sigh before bracing himself properly against you.

His forearm was caging one side of your face while his long hair formed a curtain on the other, and you couldn't help but squirm. The motion pressed your chests even closer together; the intimacy had your mind going hazy.

"And this is really what you want? No romantic dreams of finding the one or any of that?" There was a bitter note to his voice that tugged at your heartstrings, but this was Koko, so you didn't poke at it.

"Yes, this is what I want." You wanted to reassure him, and maybe thats what possessed you to keep talking when he didn't immediately jump into action.

"It's not like I'm settling for you, Kokonoi. I trust you. If I'd thought I could rope you into this without a paycheck attached I'd have already tried." The confession was a whisper, hints of laughter curling your lips when a notably pink tint touched his nose.

"Shut up." He grumbled, finally leaning down to press his lips softly to yours. It was hesitant; completely different from the way he'd been acting before. Too sweet. Too gentle.

It was something you wouldn't have taken issue with if you thought that was how he would normally kiss you, but it wasn't. Kokonoi wasn't in love with you; there was no reason for him to treat you like he was. Biting down on his lower lip and tugging, you reveled in his growl of irritation. When he didn't immediately jump to correct the action you were baffled.

But then his tongue was pushing past your lips and you actually whimpered at the taste of him. His tongue was pier-- his tongue was pierced! Christ, how had you missed that? The metal clicked against your teeth as he found his rhythm, running a hand down your body to sloppily push your shirt up and you shuddered as his nails drug along your stomach.

Bowing your body, you helped him get it off, pouting a bit when his mouth broke from yours to toss it somewhere in the room. His lips latched onto your neck -- sucking and biting at the tender flesh -- as he fumbled with his button up. It took a moment before your brain caught up with what he was trying to do and you swatted his hands away to have a go at it yourself.

When neither of you succeeded he pulled back, breathing heavy.

"Fuck it." The mutter had barely registered before he just tore the damn thing and shrugged it off. Buttons clattered to the floor noisily and every tink! seemed to add kindling to the fire building in your belly.

The soft whine you let out made him smirk.

"I don't know how easy I can go on you." The admittance was punctuated by him reaching down to tug your bra down, groping roughly at your breasts.

"I'm not asking you to play a part. If I wanted a white knight I'd have found one."

"Thank fuck." His mouth attached to one of your nipples, the other being tormented by hard plucks with his free hand. Goddamn that ball in his mouth was like the Swiss army knife of piercings.

You breathed his name out on a hiss when he bit down gently, sparks shooting straight to your clit. His fingers chased them, caressing the path down your stomach teasingly before dipping into your pants. The feeling of his fingers tracing your pussy through your panties wasn't enough, though, and you found yourself writhing below him.

"Koko, please." Your pride stung as he chuckled, his own hips grinding against the plush mattress.

"Shh," Kokonoi pressed a soft kiss to your mouth, moving to tug your pants down your legs. "I've got you." You hadn't even registered him sliding down your body until he'd settled between your legs, tonguing at your clit through your panties. The sensation sent your hands flailing, one digging into the sheets while the other was swatted down by your lover.

"Oh, you're a virgin-virgin. Cute." He mocked, nipping at your thighs. His voice was hypnotic, adding to the slow building fog in your head.

"Don't be mean." That was not your voice. It wasn't. The neediness in it had flames of embarassment licking at your skin.

"Have you ever even had an orgasm?" Kokonoi was so casual about it he may as well have been asking about the weather. Tugging your panties down your legs, he eyed you from beneath long lashes.

"I--I don't know." You admitted and the grin you got was almost feral.

"You'd know, sweetheart." His breath across the slick between your thighs makes you inhale sharply. The condescending tone he used didn't even get your hackles up, because the next moment he was kitten licking at your clit and all rational thought had flown from your head.

Kokonoi chuckled when your hips bucked up from the bed, swirling his tongue around in a way that had you seeing stars. You're completely unprepared for how good it feels when his tongue begins its exploration of your pussy; if he hadn't locked your thighs open with his hands you might have left the bed altogether.

As it was, it was just a combination of your pride and your soul leaving you a puddle in his bed.

He does something that makes your eyes cross, too drunk on the shockwaves of pleasure bolting through you to really pay attention to the details. All you know is suddenly his fingers are there and curling and--

"Fu--ckfuckfu-- oh my God!" He chuckles as you bite down on lower lip, your own hands clawing at the bed in a feeble attempt to escape the almost punishing pace of his fingers thrusting into you. He's hitting something inside thats making you misty eyed and dizzy; there's the distinct feeling of something building that has you panting.

When his teeth graze your clit, lights explode behind your eyelids and your toes curl; your legs are trembling as they try to snap closed around his head. Kokonoi coos softly, gentling the pace of his fingers while you ride out the high.

"Thank you." Your hand slaps over your mouth when the dreamy rasp leaves your lips -- mortification replacing the warm and fuzzy feelings abruptly -- and he actually laughs.

Rather than rub salt in your wound, he pulls the hand from your face and presses another kiss to your mouth. Your momentarily thrown by your own taste, you don't have time to respond before he's shuffling his pants off.

The groan he let's out when his length is pressed against your swollen folds makes you shudder. It's warm and hard and-- you squeak when the head bumps against your still sensitive clit, unable to fight the urge to rub against him in return.

"You're sure?" When you nod furiously, he leans across you to rifle through his nightstand, coming back with a vaguely recognizable foil packet and tearing it with his teeth.

"S'gonna hurt." The warning was almost hissed as he rolled the condom on and promptly aligned himself with your weeping hole. Before you could respond he was already pushing inside; effectively knocking the wind out of you from the sudden stretch.

"Shh, s'okay, gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart, promise--" His soft reassurances were murmured in your ear, barely audible over your own whimpering.

It's not until he's fully seated inside you that you stop pushing at his shoulders, instead shifting to dig your nails into them. Kokonoi doesn't complain, feathering kisses against whatever skin he can reach while you acclimate. The moment you relax he let's out a sharp exhale of relief before pulling back just enough to let him rock back inside.

It's a slow build, and you're grateful for it, because the initial sting takes a bit to fade. But then he's grunting and growling into the junction if your shoulder and you're trying to tug him closer.

"More!" The order is met with another huff -- of amusement or relief, you're too far gone to care -- before he leans back and grips your hips.

You cum again before he even really starts fucking you and you may as well be on another planet. Slender fingers pinch and tease your clit as he snaps his hips relentlessly, making you squeal and try to swat his hand away with sluggish limbs.

"No." Kokonoi growls, slapping your hands away despite your impending tears. When they actually manage to break free he throws your legs over his shoulders and you swear you die for a second.

"You'll take what I fucking give you-- shit, take it, take it, take it--" He has you folded in half when his hand finds your throat and squeezes; the soft words turning into a chant as he finishes. It's the delirious look in his eye when his gaze meets yours that sends you over the edge again.

* * *

"I can't believe you passed out." Kokonoi was giving you a shit-eating grin when you came to.

"Shut up." You can't help but press your hands to your face, trying to block out his amusement.

It wasn't lost on you that you'd been cleaned up, but somehow it felt like mentioning that would be more offensive than just ignoring it. The silk sheets had been drawn up around you, and one of his arms casually tossed across your waist.

Were you supposed to... leave? Fuck, this was weird now, wasn't it? Frankly, you were content right where you were, and you hadn't exactly studied the etiquette on one night stands. Plus there was the detail that you actually owed him money for the whole thing. Did you pay him now or--?

"You're overthinking it." Kokonoi chuckled, tugging you so that you were forced to roll over and press your back flush to his chest. It felt amazing, and you couldn't help but lean into the embrace.

"I like cuddling and even I'm not a big enough asshole to kick a woman out of my bed in the middle of the night, so just go to sleep." The explanation didn't sound quite right, but... well, it was Koko, so you just shut up and got comfortable as he pressed something on his phone and the lights went out.

There was a long moment of stillness where you were sure he'd fallen asleep before a soft kiss landed on the back of your head.

[qianinterprises]

WayV Reaction: to you calling him daddy for the first time

Warnings: SMUT!! Daddy kink (do not read if you are under age!!!!)

Word Count: 1k

Author’s Note: this is my first ever reaction, but I’m planning on doing more! I had a lot of fun!

Kun:

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His lips were wrapped around your clit, tongue rolling over it in slow, lazy motions that had your hips bucking off the bed.

"𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆!!"

You cried out, unable to take his torture any longer. As soon as the name left your lips, his tongue stopped moving and his lips detached from your clit. You slapped a hand over your mouth. You really had fucked up now.

“Say that again,” Kun’s voice was a low growl that had you trembling.

“Please fuck me daddy,” you whimpered, biting down hard on your bottom lip.

He didn’t respond. Not verbally anyways. Instead, he practically ripped the jeans from his body and crawled on the bed between your legs, lowering his face down to growl in your ear.

“That’s the only name that should leave your lips tonight.”

Ten:

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Ten knew he was driving you crazy as he kissed up one thigh and down the other, purposely avoiding your aching core that was already sopping wet after the teasing you’d been enduring. Sure, maybe you deserved it after stroking him through his pants while having dinner with the rest of WayV, but who wouldn’t be horny after watching the god of dance move on stage.

"𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚!" 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

His lips left your thigh and he smirked up at you.

“Have you learned your lesson princess?” He asked, the new nickname making your clit twitch.

You nodded, unable to find his words, but he tsked, moving closer to your core.

“I don’t think you have.”

He blew a gust of cool air against your core before going back to kissing your thighs as more whines left your lips.

WinWin:

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You didn’t know where it’d come from. Perhaps the countless hours spent feeding your daddy kink through fanfiction had finally caught up with you, but you were mortified as the words had left your lips.

"𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚?"

You’d been watching a movie, curled up in Sicheng’s side as the word slipped.

“Who daddy? Me daddy?” Your boyfriend asked, his face contorting in confusion.

You could feel heat creeping onto your face as you squirmed.

“I’m sorry daddy..”

Fuck! There the word was again!

You opened your mouth to apologize again when your body was suddenly pressed against the couch cushions.

“Damn right I’m daddy,” he growled, pressing his lips to yours.

Lucas:

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“I thought I told you to wait until we got home?" all the typical teasing of Yukhei's voice was gone, replaced with the stern, dominant tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Every fiber in your body screamed at you listen, to remove your hand from where it rested just below his crotch, but as your dripping core clenched around nothing, you placed your hand down on the bulge in his jeans. A hiss erupted from his throat, hips bucking against your hand as his face bore a hard glare.

"Just wait till we get home, Princess," he growled, voice hard and breathless.

He gripped your wrist probably harder than he meant to and flung it back to your own lap, returning both hands to the steering wheel, gripping it tightly.

"𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕٫ 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚!"

Your tone was sugary sweet, but you knew you were in for it. You'd been teasing Yukhei all day, and as the car immediately jerked off the road, you knew you wouldn't be able to walk right anytime soon.

Xiaojun:

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Your boyfriend, Dejun, was always adamant that he could be dominant. You didn't believe him, especially on days like these when he whined beneath you, your hips grinding slowly on his, stimulating the bulge in his sweats.

It didn't bother you that he was more submissive, even if he'd never admit it, although you wouldn't lie, you had fantasized about him completely dominating you quite a few times. More times than you'd care to admit.

You knew he tried. He just usually cracked under the pressure (sometimes literally), whining and begging for you to touch him.

Tonight, however, you decided to try something a little different, something his best friend, Kunhang, had somehow convinced you was a good idea.

You hips stilled, making him whine in protest, but you had other plans. Lowering yourself down on his chest, you pressed your lips close to his ear.

"Does daddy like it when his princess rides him?"

You licked the shell of his ear as the words left your lips.

You didn't expect anything to come of it. If anything, you expected a whiner Dejun, bucking against you. However, as your back suddenly pressed against the bed, arms pinned by your sides, you stared up at him with wide eyes as his innocent, needy expression hardened into a sinister smirk.

Hendery:

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Quiet moans left your lips as Kunhang's fingers scratched softly at your scalp, working the shampoo into your soaked hair as you leaned against his chest.

You should have known then that something was different as your boyfriend suddenly pressed himself closer to you as he guided your head under the water to wash away the shampoo. It was nearly impossible for the two of you to take showers together without them turning dirty, but as his fingers worked wonders on your scalp, your mind was far from sex.

"That feels so nice daddy," you whimpered, eyes closing as your body practically melted against him.

Maybe your mind wasn't as far from sex as you would have thought, because as the words left your mouth, your mind flooded with images of him holding you down and fucking into you while you cried out the new title you'd awarded him.

"That's fucking it," Kunhang hissed, shoving your body against the side of the shower, pinning you against the shower wall as he pressed his hardness against your core. "I'm gonna show you daddy, you fucking little tease."

You honestly hadn't been intending to tease him, but as his tip rubbed against your clit, another moan jolted from your lips and you were suddenly glad you'd been "teasing" him.

YangYang:

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Moans and whines flew from your lips as your underwear-clad core ground hard against your boyfriends clothed thigh.

"Oh fuck!" you whined as a muscle in his thigh clenched, stimulating your core more.

"You like that baby girl?" YangYang's voice voice invaded your thoughts.

He clenched his thigh again, lifting his leg slightly to press it harder against your core. You cried out at the added stimulation on your clit, your head nodding in response, too breathless to form words.

Suddenly, the pleasure stopped. His thigh moved away from your core and as you chased him, desperate for him.

"Use your words," his voice was stern as he caught your hips, stopping you from grinding down against him.

"I love it daddy!" you moaned out, the word loosing from your lips before you could stop it.

When YangYang didn't respond, you thought he was going to push you off of him, but as his thigh quickly met your core again, hands guiding your hips.

"That's right, baby girl, take what daddy gives you."

[katsukikitten]

A harem collab in which we go to a party with our v precious hero 18+ Smut boooiiii

Sitting across from him never did get easier. As much as you told yourself it would. 

If anything it got harder and harder to share the same room as him, let alone air. 

But you were lucky enough, or unlucky enough, to join the agency when you did and to be partnered with your big time crush FatGum. Although you idolized him you were sure he didn't remember you. 

And how could he? He saved countless people a day so it should be no surprise that he had no idea who you were on your first day. Still, it stung. 

And it shouldn't still sting or come to a surprise when he sets down a flyer on your desk. A huge smile on his chubby cheeks as he taps the sheet of paper.

"Can you believe it?! The agency is throwing a new year's eve party!" He practically gushes, lingering by your desk with his intoxicating smile. He rummages in his brown bag, setting breakfast onto your desk careful to avoid getting grease stains on the flyer as if you'd hang it up one day instead of shoving it into the trash. 

"They have one every year." You shrug, thanking him for the breakfast but tossing the paper into the trash can. His smile never waivers as he pulls it from the fresh bin, returning it to the smooth wooden top. 

"Yea but not at a fancy hotel and never an open bar! We should go!" His eyes crinkle in the corners and your heart hammers in your chest. 

Little do you know he prays to the Gods you don't say no. 

"I dont know, it's such short notice. Like next week ain't it?." At least it wasn't a no. He smiles, thinking of your competative behavior. 

"Oh I see what it is." He takes the sheet from your desk, waltzing to his own, "You're scared."

"Tch, scared of what?" You hiss, snatching for the paper. 

"Scared I'll out drink you!" He laughs at your cute scowl as you size him up. His metabolism was insane, and with him being in his larger state you might not be able to win. 

But he didn't have to know that. 

"You fucking wish you could out drink me! Remember the last party we went to? You showed your age and could barely stand!"

"Oi! I was much thinner then. I think luck is on my side this time." He slaps his belly and you smile. A genuine laugh fills the room causing Taishiro's heart to clench. 

"Yea, yea." You wipe away a tear, "We'll see." 

The day drags on and on, turning into a week of you glancing his way. Making sure he wasn't gaining any extra weight as he brought you your normal breakfast daily. 

It wasn't until the day of the party did you gain the advantage, a fight almost turned wrong and Taishiro had to use majority of that stored fat for a deadly punch to stop the villain from terrorizing the city. 

Still you'd never want this type of advantage just for a stupid drinking contest. Although he was not at his largest, he still had a considerable "dad bod" going on. 

"I still can't believe they had a tux in this size so late!" Taishiro shouts into the locker room at the agency, adjusting his tie as he waits for you. Meanwhile nerves eat you alive as you stare into your reflection, wondering if this dress fit okay, smoothing the fabric over your stomach self consciously. 

"You okay in there? We're gonna be late." He calls softly, hoping you aren't having second thoughts about going with someone like him. 

"Coming!" You call back, glancing at your deep amber dress a final time before rushing into the hall. 

"I was just thinking you were going to forfeit and then I-" Words die in his throat and he drinks you in. Beautifully complimented by the shape and color of your dress as he mouth hangs agape. 

"Wow. You look…" 

"Tai, I know, I look...different." 

"Amazing, perfect, breathtaking." He gives you a pointed look, "Which is no different than how you normally look." 

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and you're thankful he misses your flustered expression. The walk to the hotel and the brisk cold air gives you time to not only cool off but think.

Really reflect on the year, this horribly rotten, all bad luck year. Reminding you of all the times you had failed but also reminding you of all the opportunities you had missed. And not opportunities in the sense of promotions or saving people but opportunities to get closer with a certain somebody. 

You glance up at him and he glances down at you, smiling in a way that sets your skin on fire and yet it makes you feel at ease. 

Slowly you were coming to hate it. 

"I'm excited that they decided to invite some smaller agencies. Means I can introduce you to some of the kids I interned. Well I guess they are adults now huh." He looks nostalgic, sad even as he stares into space. Opening the door to the large hotel and it the look sticks with him until he is just before the party doors. 

"Ready?" 

"As ready as I'll ever be." You huff as he places his hand on the small of your back, bringing you into the rented ballroom. Lights and sounds consume your sense as music dances around light conversation. You're beginning to wonder if a drinking contest was such a good idea that is before you see the CEO of your agency totally shit faced. You glanced down at your watch, it was only 8pm. 

Taishiro guides you around the room with a "starter" drink, introducing you to old and new faces. Beaming with pride as he introduces you as his partner and not his sidekick like other heroes had done in the past. You hated how much your heart raced. 

"And this is Kirishima! He was one of my best and most memorable! Kids got guts and heart in spades!" He slaps Kirishima on the back and the young man slumps forward with a sharp toothed smile. 

"Aw come on, I wasn't that great…" He scratches the back of his head. 

"I heard that's when you became 'unbreakable'! I think that's so cool!" You gush over the young hero complimenting him to no end. 

"Stop. You'll give me a big head." He smiles, blushing furiously before his eyes wander to the closeness of the two of you and then they settle on your drinks, "You're not trying to out drink the infamous FatGum are you?" 

You laugh loudly before leaning in close as if to share a secret. 

"Oh, yes and I plan to kick his ass." 

Kirishima returns your smile and stage whispers 

"Taishiro-sama has lost a good bit of weight. I believe in you!" He winks before someone across the room calls for him, "Call me when you get really started!!" 

Two hours pass and you find yourself sitting across from your partner with his sleeves rolled up. Showcasing those deadly forearms as he slams back another shot. Kirishima keeps tally on hotel stationary and announces the number of shots. 

"You'll have to take five to be in the lead! You'll have two minutes to decide to forfeit or-" But before he can finish you're grabbing for one of the prefilled shot glasses. 

"Kanpai!" You shout, slinging them down, ignoring how the room is spinning and how bright the light reflects off of the table full of empty shot glasses. 

Kirishima's eyes widen as you down an extra shot for good measure, tallying the booze count with worry.

"Fat hero." He says, almost gritting his teeth, "You'll have to take seven to be in the lead." 

The large hero leans on his forearms on the table, the alcohol he's had had mostly been processed and maybe your figured that out. That he was starting to lose his edge so he takes you up on the challenge knocking back the several shots as if they were water. You're eager to gulp down a few more praying it drowns out your feelings for the sexy man across from you, instead he lets his broad hand hover over the shot glasses. Silently giving you a reprieve and noticing just how much you're sweating, how blown your pupils are. 

"Let's give it a minute shall we?" He smiles as you drown in his golden eyes. Biting at your lower lip and with a defiant grip you swallow down a final shot.

"Your turn." You focus hard to make sure your words didn't slur, not wanting this feeling or night to end. He snorts, shaking his head wishing you acted out any other time than this. 

"I forfeit." He places his hands up and you glare at him as you wonder if he did it on purpose. Before you have the time to accuse the crowd erupts into a deafening cheer, the room lags as you try to place names with faces as they come close to congratulate you. As more and more people crowd you, the hotter the room feels. Politely you excuse yourself to an enclave balcony closing the doors tightly behind you as you gulp down air, desperate to cool off and douse the desire that burns hot in your belly seeping to your core. 

"Fuck." You rake your nails through your hair as a hit of icy air skates along your skin leaving goose flesh in its wake. A steady warmth comes from behind you, voice deep as he speaks softly. You can tell he's using the same tone he uses on victims, trying not to startle them with his size. 

Little did he know how much you loved how much bigger he was. A safe haven, protection embodied. 

"Ready to go home?"

"No I'm fine! Perfectly fine." He sucks his teeth at your stubborn reply, leaning in close with his hands in the pockets of his tux. 

"You look flushed...you seem out of it." 

"I'm totally of sound mind!" A bark to which he laughs, giving in to the liquid courage as his large hand tilts your chin towards him. Flirting with a line he swore he'd never cross. 

"Yea, if you're so sound of mind, would you let me do this?" He asks, leaning closer, lips almost brushing yours. Your breath mingles with his in little puffs of fog agaisnt the cool air and suddenly you're burning again. 

From the inside out.

His lips touch yours, gently, passive at first and if he's trying to fight against his urges. Slowly he breaks away, amber eyes glued to your mouth before he sighs. Hoping he didn't just fuck everything up. 

In an instant you're drawing him back to you, hands in his golden wheat hair and your fingers weave through the strands. Mouth opening and demanding more as his large hands grip onto your ribcage as if you'd float away. 

And maybe you would, you felt like you could. 

Frantically your hands demand more, exploring up his shirt, touching across his stomach and digging your nails down his back. His own hands follow suit, gripping at your ass and tits, memorizing every luscious curve until he is drunk off of you and you only. You moan into his mouth and with that he loses all restraint. 

Shoving you against the harsh brick building, fisting your hair to tilt your head for better access, exploring your mouth with his well skilled wet muscle. Hands trailing beneath your dress to find your dress, squeezing at your thick thighs and when you moan in approval he moves higher and higher still until his fingers brush against the damp fabric. This time it is his turn to groan as he presses his hardened cock against you, your hips move to grind against his large fingers. 

"Please Tai" It is soft, breathy, sending him into a frenzy as he gives you exactly what you want. Letting his fingers slip beneath the fabric to gather the slick between your folds, gently rubbing against your throbbing clit. You arch against his touch, exposing your neck to him, he leans over and bites. Placing kisses along your throat, making sure to be careful enough to avoid marks before his hazed brain causes him to speak. 

To confess. 

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" He asks, plunging his fingers into your tight heat, stretching you as you mewl, "Ever since I first laid eyes on you. Kamisama you were perfect. And tonight. Fuck baby. Wearing my eye color for all to see. You want people to think you're mine?" 

"Yes, Taishiro. I want people to think I'm yours." You moan, fucking yourself on his fingers before he takes over. Setting a quick pace before he curls his thick fingers just right, in an instant you're creaming against his digits. Crying out as he overstimulates you before he covers your mouth with his broad hand, reminding you just how much he dwarfs you.  

It makes you cum again and again and he corners you against the wall. Cock twitching as he laps up your sinful faces with a gluttonous appetite. 

"Please Tai, pleeeasse." 

"What's wrong baby? My fingers not enough?" His cocky tone drives you mad and your hips buck against his touch before he withdraws from your heat. Panting he levels his gaze yo you. 

"Is this what you want?" Peppering you with kisses as if you could deny him and his godly hands.

"Don't make me beg Tai…" You rasp, he gives a devilish smile. 

"Then I won't." His hands slink up your dress, gathering it at your waist as on skillful finger pulls the overly damp underwear away from your soaking sex. He frees himself and you swallow, not realizing just how large he was, for a moment you worry you won't be able to take him. 

"I'll be gentle." He coos, easing himself in an inch at a time as your stretch around his thick cock. Pussy fluttering as it adjusts to his size, he gathers your legs to his sides, squeezing your hips to keep from rutting into you roughly. He pistons his hips slowly, watching your face contort as he angles himself just right. Sensual thrusts have your legs and pussy squeezing him so deliciously tight. Still he worries he's going to hurt you.

"You okay?" Alcohol lingers on his breath and you swallow him whole with a kiss. Moaning into his mouth softly as he rocks you into one of your most intense orgasms to date. It's a slow build, undeniably intoxicating as his steady pace hits your spongy soft spot and his pelvis rubs against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps and your body clamps onto the behemoth of a man tightly, stars dot your vision as he continues to fuck you through it. 

"God you're so beautiful ya know? So responsive to my touch. Taking me so well baby." He purrs against your ear, "Makes me want to keep this pace all night." 

He keeps true to his promise, bringing you to new heights at the steadiest of paces, causing you to lose count of how many times you've cum on his length. Pussy attempting to milk him dry as he palm swallows your screams. He looks at your features, your makeup running from delirious tears, mouth fallen opened in a propetial O as your hair clings to your skin. 

"Kamisama you're like art." He kisses your quickened pulse, "Ready for me to fill you love? You're squeezing me so tight…" 

He groans and all you can think of his him and the searing pleasure that courses through your veins to settle in your over sensitive heat. His cock twitches and you want nothing more than to be stuffed full of the Fat Hero's fat cock and his cum.  But words are lost in your hoarse throat and all you can do is nod, moaning his name as if it were a prayer. It's all the encouragement he needs, quickening his pace as the crowd inside grows louder. Counting down from 10. 

It's all lost to you and his hips snap against you, the brick scraping against your shoulders as his grip on you becomes so tight you're sure you'll bruise. Your body hyper aware of every little sensation as you drown in pleasure and warm amber sun, he groans, painting your walls in hot ropes of cum, your vision spots as your body arches to meet him as your spams a final time while his lips crash to yours. 

All the while fireworks erupt over head, bringing in the new year on a literal high note. 

He huffs, sweating as he looks at you, still buried to the hilt. Swiping his thumb over your cheek and running mascara before he breathes out so gently. 

"Happy new year baby." 

[muffindaddystyles]

Hershey Fucker.

Author's Note; here lies the great memory of long hair Harry. Long gone but never forgotten. A smut to make you clench your legs together, *laughs in evil*. Don't forget to gimme some love :(

Kaleidoscopic lights flares around you as you stirred the straw of your margarita dodging the glunk of strawberry. Your eyes anchored at the spindiling lean figure of the emerald eyed monster, jaw tight that of greek god, umber spiral of curls kissing the sharply cuts of his face and it glows as if he has used your highlighter.

You scoff when he puckers his lips around the rim of whiskey giving a fist bump in praise.

It's been going on from the time you stepped inside the club. He's being a pain in arse. Having none of shame giving a harsh squeeze to your butt while leading you, leaning close to whisper words straight outta dirty erotica, throwing you his signature cocky smirks and brush of noses while he adjusted his daddy long legs nudging them in between your knees as you both sat on the high-stools of the bar.

You shake your head in exasperation smiling to yourself when he caught the wrist of bartender pointing at it with slurred eyes and bubbly lips, "nice tat, lad. looks sexy on ya." You know he's trying to make you jealous on purpose and it's quite endearing to see him try.

It makes your pussy weep, in all honesty. The fact that he's flirtatious in nature and when he speaks it feels like roses are falling from his lips would never fail to make you find him more ethereal. He owns that kinky charisma.

He kept on side glancing you while doing his antiques. Chatting with the bartender and complementing him with a lopsided grin, taking your hand for agreement because he's that annoying.

You practically lunges over him straddling his knee to brush your crimson coated lips agaisnt his earlobe while you whisper.

"Wanna go home." He furrows his brows together clearing his throat and gesturing you with his sparkling daunting gaze ','s that so?' when you sit back leaving a satisfied red smudgnes at his earlobe and higher jaw. You bob your head patting his knees and before your hands could sneak any higher he grabbed them, chugging the last of his whiskey and ruffling his wild tresses back to stand both of you on feet.

"Hmm. Was 'avin', fun weren't ye'?" He asks looping his forearms around your front protectively and keeping you close to him while making an exit from the crowd.

"Ehm. dunno, hot bartender." He scrunches his nose at this pinching your hip-bone rasping out in his thick chapel's accent.

"Thought ye'r same thought, babe." You cackle at this loudly gasping audibly when the cold zephyr of London enveloped you. He immediately kisses your head stroking his thumb against the nape of your neck.

"'Ere lemme be ye'r personal heater." He cacoons the warm coat he's wearing around your body pulling you to his chest, his exposed pecks coming in contact with your own bare shoulders making both of you hiss. "Better hurry up, wan' to get wrapped 'round your warmth." You laugh at his chaotic humour hitting him with elbow.

On reaching the car that's parked at the very end of parking lot you spin in his hold gazing deep into his jade and he sucks his bottom lip inside his mouth when you grab his face, squishing his blushed chill cheeks in process.

You part your lips infront of him glazing your wet tongue all over your plump lips to give him a little show before pulling him closer to smear them against his stiff ones, you kiss him sloppily letting your saliva drool around the corners of his lips lapping onto his tongue messily.

"Mhmp. Ye' know your sloppiness turn meh on s' bad." He grunts with fog huffing out sliding his large palm under your thigh to grope your ass and haul your leg around his waist as you lean over the bonnet of car. He glides his thumb from your decolletage to the hilt of your chin tilting it to deepen the already erotic kiss, tasting the insides of your cheeks.

He captures your bottom lip in between his bunny teeth pulling it with floppy sound. He looks down upon you with lust blow irirses wide spreading his legs to straddle your bare thighs and to rub his knee against your soaked centre.

"Meh filthy girl's jealous t' 'er fuckin' core, innit?" You shake your head left and right in utter innocence. He laughs at your effort. Degradingly, intimidatingly rough from his chest that prominents your heavy breathing and a soapy patch of arousal in your thong.

"Now lyin' t' meh aren't ya, bunny." He smirks with stern brows tapping your chin and your dainty squeak traps in your lungs when he yanks you off the bonnet against the door side of the car squeezing between the two cars for less visibility of the dirty things they're about to do.

He kisses the dip where your shoulder meets your neck trailing his parted lips between your breasts tweaking your nipples harshly from the flimsy cloth, "not jealous, right?" He mumbles grazing his teeth against your jawline pecking the corner of your lips.

"No." You choke out slip shutting your eyes and letting your head fall against the window as he thrusts the buldge of his thick hard cock in his pants against your cunt, one hand gripping your hip with bruising force you love other around your throat.

"Not even if I'll be...on me knees fo' him? He heaves out flushing your sweaty chests together and your eyes rolls to your skull with his pressure building on your throat, you grind against him with moans of ecastasy him perfectly rubbing up and down between your weepy pussy lips.

He smirks in victory knowing it's warming you up so he continues in slurred seductiveness, "no' when I'll beg fo' his cock in me mouth? fo' him to deep throat meh, t' fuck me mouth?" You whimper. Shivering hands reaching for him, instead of grabbing them as he usually do with gentleness he wrapped his one palm around your wrists locking them atop your head roughly.

He slaps your pussy and you ducked forward crying out with pleasure into his chest. He tugs at your thong ripping it to shreds and stuffing it to his pocket, "when I'll spread me legs fo' him...." His hard on poking against your stomach as he toyed with your clit. He swipes the tip of his fingers up and down circling it around your weeping hole collecting your moisturizer and snaking it up past your mound and tummy to nipples wetting them. Actually, making a complete mess of you.

"Harry..." You whine raising your hips and he spanks your thigh tapping your chin to open up stuffing his fingers into your mouth, "shut up and suck." You swirls your tongue around his slender digits; a string of saliva attached with your lips as he pulled them out.

"Tell meh ye're jealous, 'n I'll give ye'r tight pussy meh fingers." He pinches your clitoris flickering it into rapid motions, "wh-why should i? when m' not." you spurts out. Tears in your eyes as he eggs you on removing his fingers the moment you were about to soak his digits.

He tuts pushing his dick hard against you, "ye' wouldn't if he'd fuck meh in arse again 'n again, if he'd take me in his mouth 'n play with meh balls like yeh do?" He asks in a low voice looking down in between himself and you, the sight makes him growl as he gave a minute to your imaginations to run wild.

"Ah..ah–daddy, please." You're thrashing in his arms but he doesn't give much attention to it spitting on your cunt and fondling with your sensitive nerves. Harry's a prick that gets what he wants even when you're dripping down your legs for him.

"Answer meh, Y/N! Wouldn't ask again." He grits with a threatening voice and you bobbed your head vigorously. "Use ye'r words." He hovers his middle finger over your entrance.

"Course, I will." He pecks your lips with satisfied grin shoving his middle finger knuckles deep inside your sloppy pussy without any warning causing you to go feral that he had to hold you in one place, "warm like always." He grunts slipping it in and out joining another. Curling it against your spongy walls to quench out moans and whimpers from you.

He digs his teeth inside the flesh of your shoulder and you coiled your arms around him tightly, "oh my god, fuck. fuck. fuck." Your shouts muffles against him as he continuously massaged your g-spot, siscorsing his fingers to fuck you raw with them. He cups his calloused palm and rubs the heel of it against your swollen clit.

"Tell daddy how ye' feel." You kneaded your breasts stuttering with difficulty, "'s good daddy but wan' your cock, inside me." He thwacks your bum groping it and roughly slamming his fingers inside you his metal cold rings brushing against your sticky pussy lips.

"Don't like it when yeh act greedy." You ignore his sharp tone sensing your orgasm build in your tummy and spreading like a wildfire to your bones.

"'cum–m'. May..I come, daddy? Please." You rocked on his hand using his shoulders for leverage, "cum like a sweet good girl yeh are." He says kissing you slowly and you tugged at the lapels of his coat cumming hard on his fingers coating it with your thick cum.

He hugged you swaying you feet to feet one hand still pushing inside you with brutal pace to take every drop from you. His wrist glistening with your cum and wetness in an instant his mood switching, "backseat, spread your legs. I wan' your pussy ready fo' me."

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MASTERLIST.

[chrisdiels-babygirl]

Baby's Got An Attitude

This is my second time writing this🙄😩😭 but anyway In honor of it being my bby zabs birthday I've decided to write a little smut with him, hope you enjoy. This is my original writing do not copy it or I'll report your ass😗✌🏼

Warnings: smut, dom zabdiel, daddy kink, choking and spanking

You were zabdiel's best kept secret, as far as everyone outside of the boys knew, you were just old best friends who grew together, but really you guys would hook up on and off again, except lately the two of you found yourselves in a toxic cycle. You would have great sex and then fight about how zabdiel didnt want you to fuck anyone else, to which your response was if he had no intentions of committing why the fuck would you.

The boys and you had plans to go out clubbing tonight to celebrate zabdiel's birthday, you had decided on wearing a tight fitting short black dress that you paired with black Louis Vuitton shoes, you left your hair down in its natural waves, you wore a smokey eye that you teamed with red lipstick for your make up. As you stood there looking yourself over in the mirror you thought about the fight you and zabdiel had earlier this morning, the same fight you seemed to be having a lot lately, you decided that tonight you would not be going home with zabdiel you had, had enough of his bullshit, you were gonna hook up with some one else.

As you arrived at the club you made your way over to the private booth the boys had you noticed Joel, Erick and Chris doing shots and zabdiel and richard were having a conversation with each other, as you made your way over Chris caught you out of the corner of his eye "aye y/n you made it" you laughed realizing he was already tipsy. Zabdiel had heard the commotion Chris made and looked over at you, you watched him scan you up and down, noticing his gaze lingered on your breasts and your legs, but you didnt have time to check him out, you turned to Chris and yelled over the loud music in the club "I'm gonna go get a drink" Chris yelled back at you "I'll go with you", as you walked towards the bar with Chris' hand wrapped around your waist you could feel two eyes burning into your back and you knew exactly who it was, but you didnt really have time to care as you were having way too much fun with Chris.

Zabdiel stared at you and Chris his jaw clenched and his grip tightening around the glass he was holding,he watched as you kept touching his arm and how you kept laughing at him, zabdiel knew Chris and he knew damn well he wasn't that funny, Richard looked over at his friend " bro why dont you go over there and talk to her, fix things like you guys normally do" zabdiel looked at Richard "nah I don't think so".

As you finished your second shot of tequila X by nicky jam started to play, you turned to Chris squealing "oh my god I love this song, come dance with me" you grabbed Chris by the arm dragging him onto the middle of the dance floor. Chris placed his hands on your hips, while you were grinding on his crotch he pulled your hair to the side as he placed delicate little kisses up your neck and then started to tug on your earlobe, you let out a soft moan, before you could register what was happening zabdiel yanked you by the arm out of Chris' grip and Started pulling you off the dance floor towards the bathrooms, you tried to break free of his hold "zabdiel let me go no-" he turned to you with a dark gleam in his eyes "Cállate" he snapped at you, you instantly shut up. As you got to the bathroom zabdiel shoved you in the door and proceeded to lock it after you were both inside.

Zabdiel turned to look at you up and down with the same mean expression on his face, you didnt want to admit it right now but he was actually turning you on right now, he was usually sweet and gentle with you but this rough side of him was hot. He walked towards you and every step he took forward you took one back until your ass hit the counter "¿Qué carajo fue eso allá afuera?" You decided to play dumb "No sé de qué estás hablando", he gripped your throat firmly and gently squeezed "Sabes exactamente de lo que estoy hablando" he looked at you squirming, pressing your thighs together to create some sort of friction and trying desperately not to moan "Sabes nena has tenido una actitud horrible últimamente y voy a tener que arreglarlo" he turned you around and quickly unzipped your dress watching as it fell to the floor also realizing you were wearing nothing on under the dress, he looked at you through the mirror "Niña traviesa, sin llevar nada debajo de tu vestido" you tried to cover yourself up feeling rather exposed right now, zabdiel pulled your hands behind your back pressing you down onto the counter, you breasts pressed against the cold counter, with his free hand he yanked your hair holding your head up to look at yourself in the mirror, he kicked your feet apart giving him the perfect view of your ass and your dipping little pussy. He looked at you through the mirror "Mantenga la cuenta de bebé" he rubbed his hand against your right cheek before pulling it back to swat it, your hips jerked forward into the counter and you let out a squeal, zabdiel looked you with his eyebrow raised waiting "uno" he continued until you'd counted to ten, five for each cheek. When he'd finished spanking you he turned you around and lifted you up onto the counter placing his hand back around your throat while kissing you from your collar bone up your neck, he tugged on your earlobe and then finally he forced his tounge in your mouth , he rubbed his fingers from his free hand up and down your slit collecting your arousal on his fingers, he pulled away from kissing you to taste your arousal off his fingers, you whined impatiently, you throbbing core clenching around nothing "Zabdiel, papí por favor jódeme" he looked up at you with dominance in his eyes, squeezed your throat little bit harder and swatted his hand on your dripping wet pussy you let out a strangled moan desperately needing his cock buried deep inside you " Sólo las chicas buenas consiguen la polla de papi, ¿crees que te mereces la polla de papi después de ese pequeño truco que hiciste afuera con Chris" you looked up at him with desperate eyes "Bebé es mejor empezar a mostrar papi que puede ser una buena chica si quieres esta polla" you started frantically nodding your "Sí papi puedo ser una buena chica" he looked at you in the eyes "ok good, now be good girl for daddy and get down on your knees" zabdiel helped you off the counter and down onto your knees. You quickly unbuckled his belt and yanked down his jeans along with his briefs, his erect member slapped against his lower abdomen, you took it in your hand noticing his tip was leaking pre cum. Zabdiel quickly grabbed your hair making a make shift pony tail, You took his member in your mouth hollowing out your cheeks, you started frantically bobbing your head up and down his cock hitting the back of your throat every time, zabdiel the gripped your hair tighter and started trusting his cock into your mouth at a faster pase, your small hand gripping his large thighs for balance, you looked up into zabdiel's eyes while continuing to let him fuck your mouth his head tipping back letting out a moan of pleasure, you started gagging on his cock, spit leaking out of your mouth trickling down your neck and pooling on your breasts, zabdiel was close so close, you fondled his balls bringing him to the edge, he screamed out in pleasure as he came down your throat, you swallowed every last drop even licking your lips. You looked up at him "am I a good girl now daddy?"

Zabdiel looked down at her she was a mess but she'd never looked more beautiful to him "Sí nena eres una buena chica" he helped you up off the ground and bent you over the counter again placing his right hand back around your throat while his left rested on your hip, he teased your slit with his tip making sure it was nice and slick, you whined out getting impatient "por favor papí" zabdiel pushed inside of your needy little pussy both of you moaning in pleasure, he quickly found a rhythm, you looked up at him through the mirror "Más papí, más" you needily whined, zabdiel picked up the pase now pounding into you determined to make you cum all over his cock and even more determined to fill you up and watch his cum drip out of your pussy, the knot in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter, zabdiel noticed you were close, his left hand reaching down to rub your clit while his other hand squeezed your throat, the knot in your stomach finally snapped, you screamed out in pleasure clenching around zabdiel's cock, your legs shaking, zabdiel reaching his orgasm right after you, filling you up with his warm cum both of you out of breath.

As he pulled out of you he watched his cum drip out of your pussy and down the inside of your thighs, zabdiel quickly cleaned you up and helped you back into your dress, as you were fixing your hair and make up in the zabdiel fixed his clothes, he looked at you through the mirror "Bebé quédate conmigo esta noche" he softly whispered, you thought about how you said you were not going home with him tonight "why should I" he looked at you and then looked down at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck something he only did when he was nervous "Porque no quiero que estés con nadie más y no quiero estar con nadie más" he sighed, you carefully walked over to him gently placing your hand on his cheek you pulled his face down to yours and placed a soft kiss on his lips "Ok vamos a casa bebé" you softly responded, he looked up smiling at you his dimple on full display. He gently took your hand in his and led you out of the club and took you home.

[layce2015]

The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel x Reader)

Bonus Chapter: How (y/n) and Joel met

The Last of Us Part 2 Masterlist

"Okay, one frappuccino." One of my co-workers, Miranda, shouted as she hands the cup to the customer while I worked on another order. "Man, just seems like it won't stop." My friend, Kelsey, said and I nod. "Yeah..." I said as I grabbed another cup and start to make a new drink.

"Ooohhh....check out the guy that just walked in." Kelsey said and I look up and see a man with black hair and a beard, wearing a t-shirt and jeans, walking in with a little blonde haired girl holding his hand. Aww, that's cute. I thought as I look at them. "Damn..." Kelsey said, her eyes roaming the guy as he comes up to the register and talks to Miranda.

"Mmm...damn, Mr Cowboy there....I'd like to take him to the rodeo." Kelsey said and I slap her shoulder. "Whoa down, girl." I said and she chuckles. "Oh come on, don't tell me you wouldn't love a round with Cowboy there." Kelsey said and I look over at the man as he pays for his drinks then he and his little girl go to a table.

"I mean...he is very handsome...but...knowing my luck, he's probably already married. He has a kid." I pointed out. "So, that don't mean nothin'. Could be a single dad?" Kelsey said and I roll my eyes. 

"Hey, (y/n). Can you take this iced tea to table 2? I'm going to lunch." Miranda said as she walks past us. Kelsey and I exchanged looks then rolled our eyes and I take the cup and start to walk towards the table.

Suddenly, I stumble and I lose my balance, the tea slips out of my hand and lands on to Mr Cowboy, as Kelsey called him. "Oh shiii....shoot." I said, stopping myself from cursing in front of his kid, as I get up to my feet. "Sir, I am so sorry." I said, panicked, while his daughter was giggling behind her hand.

"It's alright." He said to me as I go and grab napkins for him. "Just lucky it wasn't coffee or hot tea." He said and I smirk a bit before I hand him the napkins. "Oh then you'd definitely be steaming hot." I said, jokingly, and I glanced over him and noticed that his cheeks turn a bit red while the girl laughs at this. Then he begins to dry himself off while I grab more napkins and clean off his table.

"Now you have a new cologne, dad. Sweet Tea Eau de Parfum." The girl jokes and I chuckle a bit while her father rolls his eyes. "Hey, if every guy wore a sweet tea cologne instead of that Axe body spray crap, every woman would throw themselves at them." I said and the girl smirks a bit.

"Well you're the first to notice then." The man said and I glanced over at him and I felt my face burn up as we share a smile at this. Then I turn my head, quickly, then cleared my throat and said. "Anyway...I'm very sorry about all of this, if you want me to..." then the man raised his hand.

"Ma'am it's alright. Accidents happen. Though I would be more worried about the person who bought that drink." He said, chuckling a bit then I jumped slightly at this. "Oh yeah, right." I said and I go throw away the napkins then ran back to redo the drink.

After everything is said and done, I go back to the counter when Kelsey pulls me to the side. "I saw you getting a little cozy there with the cowboy, there." She said, with a smile. My face heats up again at this then said. "No, no i-it was an accident." I said and she chuckles. "Uh-huh, is that what you call it?" She asked and I rub the back of my neck.

"Well, I don't want to alarm you but...he kept stealing glances at you. I think he was staring at your ass as well." She said and I gasp then slap her on the shoulder. "Shut up!" I said, embarrassed. 

"Hey, you need a new man in your life. I mean, I know that whole shit with Markus has hurt you but....you've gotta move on. It's been a couple of years. Plus, when I delivered cowboy's drink, I didn't see a wedding band." Kelsey said and I look down then let out 

"But...I barely know this guy." I said, nervously. "Well you won’t know unless you try. Also who knows, maybe after you two hit it off, you might just find a ring on your finger." Kelsey said and I roll my eyes again. "Yeah, right, Kel. Me, married?" I scoffed. "Hey, it could happen...if not then I'm sure he'd be a great one night stand." she said and I scoff again while Kelsey looks over my shoulder.

"And from what I can see, it looks like his kid is doing some matchmaking also." Kelsey said and we turn to where the man and his daughter are sitting.

They looked like they were in some sort've deep conversation and his daughter must've said something as his face begins to turn red. Then he looks up at me and both of us stared at each other. I give him a smile before I turn my head away, quickly, and pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I do a quick look back at him and see that he was trying not to look at me but I saw his eyes dart towards me.

"Come on, (nickname), he looks like he's interested in you." Kelsey said and I bite my lips at this, thinking over what she said and what happened.

Few Months Later

I let out a sigh as the morning rush finally finished. "Man, I need a drink." Kelsey said, exhausted, as we stand in the back of the shop. "I know, right?" I said while I wipe away the sweat from my forehead. "Thought it would never end. So fuckin' stressed."

"Maybe you could call up your cowboy and ask him to come by. And then you two could have a quickie in the back. You know, relieve some stress." Kelsey said, wiggling her eyebrows. "Kel, stop! Joel is too much of a gentleman for that." I said as I shove her shoulder.

After the whole tea spill incident, the man and his daughter, which they introduced to me as Joel and Sarah Miller, started coming by the shop almost every day. We would talk and get to know each other a bit, plus I guess you could say there was a bit of flirting between me and Joel but I still wasn't for sure if this was just one of those friendly flirting or he was actually interested in me.

"Oh, I'm sure he wouldn't oppose it." She said and I shake my head at this. "I'm not sure if he even likes me in that way." I said. "Bitch, come on! He is totally in to you!" Kelsey exclaims. "I can see it on his face whenever you guys talk."

I give a small smile at this as I feel my face heat up. "See? You're into him as well! Your face goes red everytime we talk about him. You smile and laugh more and you seem elated everytime he comes here." she said to me. "Okay, so...maybe I do have a crush on him but...I just...I don't know...how do I know if he feels the same way?" I asked just as the bell rang from the front door, alerting us a new customer has come in.

Kelsey looks over my should and smiles. "Why don't you ask him yourself." She said and she nods forward and I turn around to see Joel walking in and I smile, my heart leaping for joy when I saw him. "Good luck." Kelsey said as she lightly nudges me and I walk up to the register.

"Hey." I greet him.

"Howdy." He said and my heart thumped in my chest, rapidly. Then I looked at the clock up on the wall and noticed he was here early, usually he was here in the afternoon with Sarah but now it was the middle of the day and she wasn't with him.

"You're here early." I pointed out and he gives an embarrassed smile at this. "Sorry, when you work at a coffee shop, you tend to know the routine of regulars. Didn't mean to sound like a stalker." I said, trying to joke around. "Nah, it's fine. Actually, I'm here early cause I wanted to talk to you." He said and ny eyes widen a bit.

"Um...do you have a moment?" He asked and I turn to Kelsey, who nod enthusiastically. "Sure. The rush is done for now. We can talk over there." I said and I nod to one of the tables nearby. He smiles at me and I leave go around and meet up with him, both of us head towards a table.

Once we get there, he pulls out a chair and gestures for me to sit down. "Such a gentleman." I said and he smiles at this as I go and sit down in the chair. "So what do you wanna talk about?" I asked him as he sits across from me.

Then I gasp and place a hand over my chest, pretending to be upset. "You're not seeing another coffee shop behind my back, are you?" I asked and he chuckles at this. "No, no. It's not that..." he said and I let out a sigh of relief. "Oh good!" I sighed and both of us chuckle, which made my heart jump once I heard him chuckle.

"I came by early because....well...I wanted to ask you something." He said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Oh?" I said and he nods. "You don't have to say yes, if you don't want to..." he said and I start to smile. "Well depends...is it legal?" I asked and he chuckles a bit. "Yes, it is. Um...I wanted to ask you...if you were doing anything tomorrow night?" He asked and I felt the breath leave my body.

Is he asking me out? I thought and I stammer a bit. "N-n-no. I have nothing going on tomorrow. Just hanging around my apartment." I said and he smirks again. "Oh good. Cause I was wondering if you..maybe...would like to go to the movies with me tomorrow night? Just the two of us." He said and my heart leapt for joy at this. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I would understand...it's just..." he started to stammer as I sat there, shocked.

I couldn't believe that he was asking me out on a date! This has to be a dream! I subtly pinch my arm to make sure I wasn't dreaming but I was still there; so this wasn't a dream, this was real!

"I would love to." I said as my lips curled up into a smile as I said this. He looks over at me in shock, I guess he was surprised about my response. "Really?" He asked me and I nodded. "Really really." I said, chuckling at the look of relief on his face.

"Okay then. Um, I'll pick you up at seven?" Joel asked me. "Yeah sure. If you want I can give you my number and I can text you my address." I said and he nods. We exchange numbers then we stare at each other for a moment, a comfortable silence between us before he runs his hand behind the back of his head.

"I better go. I'll see you tomorrow?" He said and I nod at him. "Yeah, I'll see you." I said and he smiles again then he leaves. I place my hands over my mouth then looked over at Kelsey, who had this I told you so look on her face.

"I am a fuckin' psychic!" She exclaims and I roll my eyes and laugh. At that moment some customers come in and I bite my lips, trying to contain my excitement, then I head back over to the counter to help Kelsey with the orders.

I don't know where this whole thing between me and Joel will lead to but I have a weird suspicion that somehow, some way, it'll be worth it.

@sleepylunarwolf

@fangirl-inthe-us

@critical-musings

[i-run-with-a-wolfpack]

Twilight fanfiction/ Embry Call x OC/ mature rating/will be a short one but more than 1 part

Can't Help But Wait 1 - The Start of It All

"Hey."

Startled, I dropped the handful of books in my hand and gasped. "You scared me," I laughed as he walked around me, crouched down and began picking them up.

"Sorry."

I held my hand to my chest and watched as he stood slowly, giving me a small smile and handing me the dropped books. His fingers brushed mine and I felt it. There was an unmistakable attraction between me and him.

Embry Call.

I nervously smiled and returned to my task. He watched me for a moment before retreating to his favorite corner to read. My stomach was buzzing at the thought of him in such a close proximity. Until I remembered he wasn't available. Still I found my way to his corner, pretending to dust the shelves and hoping he'd talk to me again.

For the last several months, Embry had come to the bookstore everyday. He didn't say much, but the way he looked at me. Wow. No one had ever looked at me as intensely as he had that day. I felt so drawn to him. 

Embry was quiet and thoughtful, spending his lunch hour, sitting near a window and reading. He was like my dream man. If only he didn't have a girlfriend. I hadn't seen him in days. I was a little embarrassed to admit that I had missed his daily presence, especially since we had barely talked. 

I knew he was 20 and employed full time working with Paul and Jared doing construction. He usually came in dirty or shirtless or both. I often had to remind him to get his shirt back on since it violated the store policy of no shirt, no shoes, no service.

What a stupid rule.

Paul and Jared were a little older, both married to girls from the rez. I had a cousin who lived there and since it was such a small community, she knew all the gossip. That was also how I found out that Embry had a girlfriend. 

"Hungry?"

I stood near him, offering him half of my sandwich. I tried not to sigh when he smiled up at me. "You shouldn't have." Embry hesitated for a moment before reaching for the food, our fingers touching for the briefest of moments.

I was about to walk away when I heard his melodic voice utter, "Will you join me?"

Internally, I did a happy dance before I remembered the girlfriend. Damn. "I don't know…" I shrugged as I turned to face him.

He patted the arm chair across from his. "Please?"

How can I say no to that?

"You're really funny," Embry commented later after I had told him a story about one of our more eccentric customers. This was one of the longest conversations I had ever had with Embry and I was loving every second of it. 

As we sat and talked about everything from work to books to the weather, I couldn't help but think, this guy is so perfect for me. I loved the way his intense, dark eyes held my gaze. I noticed the way his attention would drift from my eyes to my mouth and back again. It almost seemed like he wanted to kiss me. Almost. 

I jumped when someone tapped on the window and my head jerked toward the sound of voices outside on the sidewalk. Embry groaned when Paul tapped his wrist and gave him a stern look. The other guys with Paul were eyeing me up and down. One of them was even making kissy faces, obviously trying to embarrass poor Embry.

I burst out laughing when one of them, Jared, I think, was pressing his back against the glass with his hands around his neck, making it look like he was being kissed by someone. "Your friends are really mature," I scoffed.

Embry stood and sighed. "I use the term 'friends' loosely."

I laughed in response, but my smile faded when he held his hand out to me. I locked eyes with him as my hand slid into his. He pulled gently, but I still ended up in his arms. "I'm so sorry," I sputtered nervously. 

Embry laughed as he put a little distance between us. "Sometimes I forget how strong I am." 

I blinked quickly up at him, suddenly aware of his sinewy arms and how they expertly held me. His touch was feather light as his arms encircled my waist. He smelled amazing. It was a combination of the outdoors, fresh cut pine, and a manly cologne smell. It wasn't overpowering, just enough to catch my attention and make me wish I could sniff his skin.

Oh wow. I really have a problem.

I stepped out of his hold, shrinking away from him as I suddenly felt very guilty.  "You have a girlfriend, don't you?" I blurted suddenly. 

Embry looked at me as though I had slapped him. He shook his head and made his way to the cash register. When he plopped down the book he always read, I glanced up in confusion. "You want to buy this?"

"It's a bookstore, isn't it?" he snipped at me.

I sighed and nodded, angry with myself for whatever I did to upset him. I rang up the book and watched as he threw down a twenty. I handed Embry his change, cupping his hand with both of mine. "I didn't mean to make you mad. Someone told me you were involved so…"

"You think I'm a cheater, Nicolle? That's the type of guy I seem like to you?" he huffed impatiently as the front door was yanked open by his friends.

I opened my mouth to retort, but he was gone before I could speak. I looked down at the book in my hands and immediately darted to the front door to catch him. "You forgot your book!" I called down the street.

He hopped into the bed of Paul's work truck and as it sped by, he yelled, "It's for you!"

I looked down at the book and then back at him as the truck careened around the corner and out of sight. I slunk back into the store, just staring at the book I had seen Embry reading on his lunch hour for months now. 

Waiting - A Book of Romantic Poetry

I never realized this was what he had been reading. And why did he buy it for me?

As the rest of my shift passed slowly by, I opened my precious gift to read the first page. Instead I found that someone had written a note inside.

N -

I know you can't understand what you feel for me. I barely understand it myself. For months, I've sat in this store just to be near you. I can't explain to you why. I know you would never understand. But I need to be near you.

Please know that I can't help but wait until the day I can share my secrets with you and we can finally be together. It's all I dream about.

Love, E

I swallowed thickly as I reread the note a few more times. Why? What is he waiting for? Why couldn't he just ask me out? And why did he get so upset when I mentioned his girlfriend? I was so confused.

With my mind on Embry and his cryptic note, I finished my closing procedures and was beginning to lose hope that I would ever see him again. He was so angry when he stormed out that I just prayed I'd get the chance to straighten things out with him. His note had me more intrigued than ever.

With my back to the front door, I heard it open and cringed, knowing I should have locked it first thing. "I'm sorry, we're closed!" I called out as I swung around to see who had entered the store after closing.

My breath caught in my throat when I found a pair of bloodshot eyes staring back at me. "We're closed," I repeated, silently hoping this boy was just here by accident. 

He glanced around quickly, his movements jerky and nervous. "You alone?" he croaked.

I swallowed thickly and shook my head. "My boss," I lied, "is in the back room."

He glanced in that direction and I noticed his disheveled appearance, dirty hair, and the unmistakable sign of needle marks on his arm. A junkie. He could barely focus on one thing before his head and gaze would bounce around. "You're lying," he spat. "You've been the only one here all day."

"You've been watching me?" I squeaked.

He smiled with his yellow crooked teeth and I shuddered because he didn't look scared anymore. He wanted something. I just prayed it wasn't me. Before I could ask, he produced a long hunting knife from his back pocket and pointed it at me. "I need money," he demanded. 

I swallowed thickly and nodded. I knew I was in danger. Forks didn't have a huge problem with drug use but having worked downtown, I'd seen enough panhandlers to know it was an issue. He was obviously desperate for his next fix. He scratched at his skin with one hand and waved the knife around with the other. "Did you fucking hear me?" he spat. "The money! I know you have it!"

I began to move around the counter to retrieve the bank bag from under the counter when the boy advanced on me. "Where are you going?" 

"It's behind the counter," I replied shakily. "Just let me go get it."

When I moved again, he reached for my arm and squeezed hard. "Don't try anything. You hear me?"

I nodded again, my eyes never leaving the enormous, jagged edge being brandished my way. He let go but followed me as I rounded the corner and dug the bag out of the drawer we kept it in. "Here," I choked out as I shoved it in his direction. I prayed he would just take it and leave me alone.

He smiled devilishly as he unzipped the bag and sifted through it. When he returned his gaze to me, I froze. I took a careful step back when he moved toward me. Now my back was pressed to the side counter and I had nowhere else to go.  When he raised that sharp knife and pressed it to the center of my chest, I resisted the urge to scream. 

"You're really pretty," he sneered. 

I could feel the nausea beginning to take over. I just wanted him to leave. "You got your money...can't you just go?" I argued in a voice that betrayed how scared I really was.

He leaned forward, his face only inches from mine. "I'll go when I'm ready," he challenged me angrily.

When he lowered his gaze to the front of my shirt and began dragging the knife up to tear my clothing, I squeezed my eyes shut. "Look at me," he urged in a growly voice that made my skin crawl.

I couldn't stand to see that look in his eye.  I didn't want that to be the last thing I ever laid eyes on. "Please don't," I begged when I felt the pull of the knife against my shirt, occasionally hitting my skin.

I could feel my shirt falling open and the unmistakable feeling of blood dripping from the cuts. "Look at me!" he demanded again.

I whimpered in response to his harsh tone. When I leaned away from him he grabbed the back of my head and hissed in my ear, "We're gonna have some fun now."

"Hey."

My eyes snapped open to find we weren't alone. I stared back at the beautiful eyes I had seen in my dreams the past few months. My stomach clenched in fear when I realized he could be in danger too. Before I could tell Embry to go, my captor swung around and swiped at Embry, causing me to shriek out in fear.

Embry jumped back quickly but not before the tip of the knife cut across his stomach and tore his t-shirt open. The Iittle bastard chuckled at the sight of Embry's spilt blood. Consumed with anger, I shoved the boy from behind, gasping when he turned the knife back to me. 

Embry seized the opportunity to put him in a headlock and grab the wrist that held the knife. "Look out!" I cautioned as they struggled and the knife swiped the air. Embry tightened his hold and I watched as the intruder gasped for air until his eyes went dark. 

When he landed in a heap on the floor, my hero rushed forward and gathered me up in his arms. His eyes quickly scanned me, zeroing in on the cut on my chest. He scooped me into his arms and climbed over the trash on the floor. "It's gonna be okay," he murmured into my hair over and over.

I threw my arms around his neck and sucked in a deep breath. He tightened his hold on me and when I opened my eyes, I found the robber was coming back for more. The door swung open and I heard a voice call out, "Embry! What's the hold up?"

Embry fell to his knees with me in his arms and that's when I saw the jagged blade had sunk deep between his shoulder blades. The junkie pulled it right back out and chuckled maniacally. "Now what, hero?" he taunted.

I cupped Embry's face in my hand and felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I looked up to see Paul kneeling in front of us. "Take her," Embry growled. "Get her outta here."

I whined in protest when Paul pulled me from Embry's grasp and swiftly carried me to the front door. I turned my head to see Embry lunge at the monster, tackling him to the ground. Paul yanked his truck door open and carefully set me on the passenger seat. His eyes widened when he saw the cut on my chest. He pulled a rag from his back pocket and held it to the wound as I watched him.

"Please go help him," I begged. "Embry needs your help."

Paul glanced back through the front window and chuckled. "He's fine. Embry doesn't look like it, but he's quite the scrapper," Paul joked. 

I furrowed my brow and gathered the front of Paul's t-shirt in my fist. "This isn't the time for jokes! What if he kills Embry?" I cried.

Paul looked hard at me and scoffed. He gestured to the cut on my chest and shook his head. When he leaned in close to me, I locked eyes on him and listened to his words. "That guy hurt you, Nicolle. He'll be lucky if he walks out of that store alive."

I shifted my gaze to the store to find Embry straddling the junkie and pounding his face over and over. "You're right. Please stop him," I gasped. "I don't want Embry to go to jail over this!"

Paul glanced between me and Embry, finally sprinting back into the store and yanking his friend off the drug addict currently looking unconscious on the floor.

The next few minutes went by in a haze. I heard the sirens from an ambulance and police car. Officers dashed past me and stormed into the store as Paul pulled Embry away. A gurney was dragged through the doorway and I watched the beaten boy on the floor begin to receive medical treatment. 

He wasn't dead and I was relieved. He had scared me and hurt me but I couldn't bear the thought of Embry going to jail for it.

I could see the gurney being pushed out and his battered body strapped down. His eyes were fluttering open so I assumed he was still conscious. He even gave me a sickly smile and I turned my nose up in disgust.

The next thing I noticed was Paul's voice as the officers led him out of the store and straight up to me. He was arguing with the police and suddenly I realized why. He was in handcuffs, just like Embry. "Stop!" I shouted. "You arrested the wrong guys!"

I explained to the officers that if it weren't for Embry, I didn't know what could have happened. But all they wanted to focus on was the fact that Embry had beaten the young junkie to a pulp. "He stole the deposit!" I declared. "He put the bag in the back of his pants."

An officer jogged over to the ambulance and checked the 'victim' to find I was right. He produced the bag and checked the contents. "Please let these guys go. I swear they saved me from him. He could've killed me with that knife he had."

After they saw my knife wound and Embry's cut open shirt, as well as discovering the large weapon behind the counter, they seemed to finally come to the conclusion that these Quileute boys were my heroes and agreed to let them go. The officers insisted on driving us to the hospital to be checked out since we obviously weren't riding with the criminal. I was happy to see that they had at least handcuffed the junkie to the gurney before speeding off.

Embry and I settled into the backseat together and after a few moments, he scooted close to me and pulled me to his chest. I tried not to cry as he crushed me in his arms and kissed the top of my head. "I'm so sorry, Nicolle. I should've been there sooner. I'm sorry you got hurt," he whispered into my hair.

"I'm fine," I sniffled. "It's just a scratch, I swear."

Embry cupped my chin and tilted my head up. "He didn't...you know...touch you, did he?"

I blinked back my unshed tears and forced a smile up to his weary face. "He didn't get the chance. You got there just in time and...you...saved me."

He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, pulling me back to his chest and cradling me in his arms. "I almost lost you," he breathed.

I slid my hands around his waist, smoothing my fingers under his shirt when I realized I couldn't feel the gash on his stomach. I peeled back his shirt, that was torn and bloody, only to find no cut, no mark, no stab wound. 

"Embry?" I gazed up at him with questions in my eyes. "I don't understand." I felt around on his back where I knew for certain that the knife had been plunged in and there was nothing. 

"I saw you get stabbed," I gasped.

Embry's jaw tensed and he shook his head. "I'm fine," he insisted. When I furrowed my brow in confusion, he scoffed. "Just drop it, Nicolle."

His anger was back. Just like earlier in the store when I mentioned his girlfriend, it flipped a switch in him and he shut down. 

He had secrets, that much was obvious. As the scenery whizzed by and we finally pulled up to the hospital, I felt Embry's hand slip into mine. He leaned in close and pressed his mouth to my ear. "I'll tell you everything, I promise. Just trust me, honey."

I turned my head slightly and gazed up into his dark, mysterious eyes. I wanted to know everything. I needed answers to all my questions. But most of all I needed to know why my whole body lit up when he touched me. Or why I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since the day he first set foot in the bookstore. 

I didn't believe in love at first sight, but there was always something pulling us together like magnets and I needed to know more.

....

[insomni-snacc]

Mx. Shoggoth, I Presume? Pt 4

Warning! Sexual humor and heavy swearing ahead.

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It's Showtime!

You two stood there, shuffling your feet for what seemed like hours. You'd never been proposed to before, even if it was fake. What came next? You had an old ring you had picked up the day before. The etched silver band reminded you of him, the carvings almost matching his signature stripes. You supposed you ought to give it to him now.

"Ah, by the way doll." Beetlejuice cut through your thoughts, "I uh… well since we need this gaggle of breather kids to see me it'd be best if…" he trailed off, barely audible as he mumbled "I'd like it if you'd summon me."

"Pardon? Sorry, I didn't catch that."

He raked his hands through his violently pink hair, "Just read this, dammit." He handed you a business card.

"... A matchmaker? Beej I don't think I need this right--"

"TURN IT OVER."

You did so. "Beetlejuice… Beetlejuice…"

He had to lean against the side of the house to steady himself. He was way too happy with the way his name sounded coming from you.

"Beetlejuice." You finished. A familiar cloud of green smoke formed around the two of you as the demon launched himself into the air. He did a flip and summoned up some fireworks, sending a wink in your direction. What a showoff.

"It's showtime, baby!" Being summoned, let alone by such an exceptional human, gave him the high he needed to get past the last few awkward minutes. He glided down to you, grabbing your hand to give you a quick twirl before pulling you off of your feet and dipping you backwards. "Thanks for callin' on me, tootse. What can I do ya for?"

"What just happened?"

"Well," he pulled you back up to your feet and swung you through a few dance steps while he explained, "I haven't really felt like I could ask Lyds to summon me after what happened last time, so I've only been here in SPIRIT, you might say." He chuckled at the pun. "You can only see me because you're a bit strange and unusual, like her. For normal folks to see me, and for me to be physically here, I gotta be summoned - and guess who just summoned their first demon!"

"... I did?"

"You did!" He nearly leapt around you as he continued flinging you about. Where had this man learned to dance? Was the instructor on cocaine?

Flustered by trying to keep up with his quickening dance moves (and, admittedly, by all of the physical contact with your attractive demonic friend), your thoughts went back to the ring burning a hole in your pocket. "Ah, here." He (thankfully) stopped dancing as you pulled the ring unceremoniously from your pocket, thrusting it towards him. "Gotta have the matching set, right?"

Gosh. You were just so smooth. Cool was your middle name. The demon across from you definitely didn't notice your palms sweating, right?

"Ah… yeah. Yeah I guess so…" His earlier bravado fled from him like a frightened bird. He picked up the ring and fiddled with it for several moments, avoiding eye contact like one look could strike him re-dead.

"Y/N! Beej! C'mon! We're gonna be late!" Lydia shouted from the driveway, pulling you two from your stupor.

"Shit, right. Uh… let's go wrangle some children?" Beetlejuice said, attempting to sound suave and totally unbothered (and failing).

"Yes, let's shall!" You two were going to set a record for the smoothest not-couple in New England.

Lydia, itching to test out her provisional license, insisted on driving the three of you to the school where you would be meeting the other students. Saving you from making any further cool-headed and completely normal conversation, she took the liberty of walking you and Beetlejuice through the rules on the drive. "Beej, I'm going to need you to shapeshift. Can you make yourself look, you know, alive?"

He slapped his cheeks, turning his skin marginally pinker and wiggling his eyebrows at you as if he'd just built the Eiffel Tower in front of your very eyes.

"Can you put in about 1% effort, at least?" Lydia deadpanned.

He huffed and shook himself, emitting a puff of green smoke. The man who emerged looked like your demon friend, but cleaner and a bit… suburban. His hair was a muted brown with emerald green streaks at his temples, the moss and soil that usually clung to every crevice was gone (though the earthy scent remained). He even swapped out his signature striped suit for a casual black button up and dark wash jeans. He looked… well he still looked really damn attractive, especially when he used your staring at his new appearance to give you that cocky grin of his.

"Like what you see, tootse?" He said, running his left hand through his hair. Your eyes snapped to the ring, your ring, on his finger.

"Yeah, life suits you." You smiled sincerely. "Could do without the grave smell, though."

"Hey, that's my natural musk you're talking about. Drives my lovers crazy, if you know what I mean." He leaned towards you, craning his neck to give you a good angle to take a whiff.

You fought the urge to take an exploratory inhale. You were failing. Thankfully, Lydia literally snapped you out of it, before you could embarrass yourself a third time today, by clicking her fingers in agitation. "Let's focus, lovebirds. We're almost there. Y/N, you remember the backstory I gave you?"

"Yup! I moved here one year ago looking for a quiet place to write my book, (and God, do I wish the quiet part were true) and met BJ while I was working on my laptop in the diner on 7th. He told me he'd help me through some dialogue I was stuck on if I took him to dinner. The rest, as they say, is falsified history" At least the reason you moved to New England had been true, though you hadn't exactly found much quiet time for writing in the last few months.

"We snuck out and fucked in the alley behind the diner, right next to that graffiti of those two cartoon cats. It was hella romantic." Beetlejuice slung an arm around you, "you told me right then and there you couldn't live without me or my amazing penis. Of course, I have standards, so I made you wait a few months before I popped the question, but--"

"Beej." Lydia warned.

"What? You didn't give ME a rundown on OUR backstory, so I've gotta improvise."

"I gave you the notes three days ago, it's not my fault you drew dicks all over them, Just let your lovely, responsible spouse do the explaining, ok?" She said, pulling into a parking space in the back of the school. There was a bus waiting there to take them all to the airport, already full of kids. She quickly jogged up to the doors, taking a seat with two kids in the back that you assumed must be her friends. You wasted no time in hauling your luggage inside and addressing the crowd.

"Hi! I'm Mx. Shoggoth, call me Y/N. I'll be your guide--"

"That's my bit!" A disgruntled Beetlejuice complained, pushing you aside. "Hey kids, who's ready to party it up in the Big Easy? Maybe get your voodoo on?"

"We're here to make sure they DON'T get into trouble, BJ."

"Ugh, lame."

"Right. Anyway, this is my husband, Lawrence. You can call him BJ" You gestured to your partner in crime, whose cheeks were tinged with that familiar pink you were used to in his hair. "We're here to make sure y'all don't get mixed up in any voodoo or, you know, die in any fashion."

"Booooo." A teen moaned from the back of the bus. You could hear Lydia chuckling, as well.

"See? You're lame, the kid agrees." Beetlejuice smirked, shoving you aside and taking a seat at the front of the bus. He patted the seat next to him, glancing at you as you finished up your safety spiel.

"... and we'll be meeting your music teacher at the airport, so til then I've been told you should be looking through your sheet music." You ended your speech, taking your seat next to Beetlejuice.

"So professional. Keep that up and I may lose my libido forever." He snickered.

"Yeah well, your sex life isn't any of my concern." You hissed.

"Oh, isn't it? Is that any way to talk to your loving husband?" He grabbed your hand, grazing your knuckles with his lips for good measure. It seemed, once there was an audience, Beetlejuice transformed back into his needy perverted self with no issue.

You, on the other hand, were still easily flustered. Perhaps, you noted as you felt your cheeks practically light on fire and your breath catch in your throat, even more so with an audience. You contemplated jumping through the bus doors just as they closed, sealing you into your fate.

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[awake-not-today]

ANGRY SEX

Yoongi X Reader

Smut. Dom. Just filth.

It's a while since I wrote smut so please forgive me if it's a little bit trash. I'll get back into it, this was more of a practice run. Enjoy. Or don't. I dunno.

“Dont you dare fucking walk away from me.”

"Go fuck yourself!"

It was supposed to be date night. And it had started that way, you excitedly getting ready as Yoongi promised to take you out to that bar you loved so much. But upon arrival things had gone very differently, and you'd been left alone to drown your sorrows on one of the barstools as Yoongi took a call despite your no work talk rule, standing outside as you watched him through the window. The barman keeping you company with a sympathetic ear and a couple of free rounds.

That's where the problem started. Even though you had been just chatting to the guy, about Yoongi and how busy he'd been lately, he had spied you through the window and had misinterpreted your laughter as flirting. This gave him the bright idea to flirt with a fan who'd approached him on his way back to you. Having obviously seen this you laughed a little louder, batted your eyelashes, and twiddled with your hair until finally Yoongi excused himself and had dragged you out of the bar and into a cab. You'd been fighting ever since.

"Why don't you go fuck your bartender?" Yoongi yells, slamming the apartment door behind him as you kick off your shoes and flounce into the kitchen, "I'm sure he'd be up for it."

"What?" You retort bitterly, throwing your bag on the counter and practically snarling at him, "Like you almost did with your fucking groupie?” He flinched at that, his fans meant the world to him and he didn’t like you reducing one of them like that. “You know what, Yoongs? Fuck you and fuck this. I’m done.”

You shove him aside, smacking his hands away as he tries to grab you, and storm toward the door, ignoring him as he shouts your name. You grab a pair of sneakers and move to put them on, reaching for the door handle, when suddenly he grabs you and spins you to slam your back against the apartment door.

"You don’t get to walk out on me." Yoongi says quietly, voice low and aggressive. You push him back, shoving his chest with your hand and lean in close to his face.

"Watch me.”

You try again, throwing open the door just to see him slam it closed again, hands pressed either side of your head as your eyes lock onto his. You’re staring each other down, waiting for the other to break, feeling yourself shake from how angry you are at him, and you can see it in his eyes that the feeling is mutual. “God, I fucking hate you.”

Your chest is heaving, hands clenched into fists, and you’re mad. You're so fucking mad, but you can't look away from him, and without any warning he kisses you. Your back is pressed harder into the wood of the door and his hand is grasping the back of your hair, making your eyes water. Somehow you manage to push him way, slapping him as hard as you can across the face. For a moment he's stunned, but he turns and looks at you again, hair having fallen into his eyes and you just can’t help yourself.

You surge forward and kiss him again, fast and aggressive as your teeth pull hard at his bottom lip, making him groan as his hand finds its way back into your hair, the other coming to rest around your throat. You’re pushing against him, albeit weakly as your hands lose function, causing him to push back, keeping you flush against the door as he kisses you back hungrily, groaning into your mouth.

Your hands start to work again suddenly and his jacket is on the floor in a matter of seconds, followed quickly by his shirt, leaving you to finally get your hands on his chest, clawing your nails over his pale skin as he scrapes his teeth over your throat. His hands are under your dress, tearing at your underwear impatiently so he can get his hands between your thighs.

"You’re fucking paying for those." You gasp into his mouth as he tosses the torn lace to the side, making him smirk against your lips as he crouches slightly to grab your thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he rolls his hips against you, the material of his jeans rough against your pussy. You gasp, clinging to him harder as he bites down on your shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up." His voice is deep, rough, making you shiver as he carries you to the sofa and drops you on it, pulling your dress and bra over your head making you grumble about what an asshole he is, before working on his jeans. All you can do is watch, waiting for what you knew was to come. Yoongi looks at you again, stroking his cock for a few seconds before wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling you forward, pressing the head against your lips. “I'll make you shut up.”

Yoongi groans, deep and heavy, as you take him in your mouth, fucking into your throat recklessly as you try not to gag around him. His hand is pulling your hair tight, causing tears to stream down your face, and fuck if you don’t love it when he uses you like this. Your fingers grip onto his hips, fingernails digging in hard enough to hurt, making him wince.

“You gonna stop being a bitch?" He grunts out, stopping movement, and you wriggle free of his grasp, shoving him away from you. He steps forward again, a hand wrapping around your neck and pushing you back further into the sofa, “Or do I have to teach you a lesson.”

"Make me."

Rough hands grab you, dragging your hips to the edge of the sofa as his lips latch onto your neck, biting harder than he should but somehow you can't find it in yourself to care. He spins you around, bending you over, his hand reaching around to grab your throat again as he buries his cock inside of you.

"I don't like being teased." He moans out from behind you, each thrust harder than the last as you struggle to stay up. "I don't like you flirting with other men."

"I wasn't flirting!" You gasp out, hands reaching out desperately to grip the back of the sofa just to keep from falling face first. His hand leaves your throat to make its way into your hair again, holding tightly as he brings a hand down to smack your ass hard enough to bruise "I was making conversation since you left me alone."

Yoongi slams impossibly harder at that, scraping his fingernails down your side, before spanking you hard again. You can barely catch your breath, stuck between pressing back onto his cock, and forward away from each slap. He lets go of your hair, pulling your body up so your back is pressed against his chest. One hand arm wrapped around your waist to keep you there as the other grabs roughly at your breast, pinching the nipple hard.

"You're mine. I don't want anyone to have you. I don’t want anyone even looking at you." He shoves you forward again and continues pounding, working faster than before, his hand slipping around to work your clit as his thrusts become sloppy and erratic. You can barely breathe, feeling completely overwhelmed as he pounds into you over and over, his fingers never stopping as you cry out and quake beneath him.

He feels it when you cum, soaking his hand as you scream into the sofa cushion, barely managing to stay up on your knees. Yoongi doesn’t waste time in letting you catch your breath and grips both of your hips tight, burying himself into you over and over until you can’t see straight. Finally he reaches his climax, filling you up as his thrusts weaken and he eventually stops, slumping over you and biting your shoulder gently.

It takes him a moment to pull away, standing back on unsteady legs as you slowly turn yourself around to face him, melting into the sofa. Yoongi watches you, before leaning down to run soft fingers over the marks he left on your skin, a thumb swiping over the bite marks on your shoulder. You watch him carefully, letting him touch you gently before catching his eyes. “I really wasn’t flirting. I never wanted anyone else.”

Yoongi nods, standing up and leaving the room, only to return with the blanket from your bed. He nudges you along and lays himself down beside you, covering you both up and holding you in his arms. His fingers trace circles over your sweat soaked skin and you chuckle against his chest, making him look down at you. "You're still an asshole." You grin, yelping as he gently swats your ass.

“Yeah? Maybe so. But you're still mine.”