Tumgik
#3k blurb night
keeksandgigz · 4 months
Text
okay okay, but imagine an older!modern!eddie getting ticked off every time you have your phone on 'do not disturb.'
this was supposed to be a blurb but pls queens turn off your dnd this is loosely based on a true story
eddie munson x fem! reader
word count: 3k
cw: porn with a little plot, spanking with a spoon, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv (pls don't do that), use of nicknames (sweetness, sugar, baby etc), established d/s dynamic (even if there isn't much of it here), no physical description of reader, minors dni, smut below the cut!
Like, it starts off kinda funny like "Honey, c'mon I need you to return my calls if I know you're free. I needa know my girl is safe" he says, voice real sweet. You just apologize and turn it off.
Until it becomes a recurrent thing. He'll call you to ask if you still need to get picked up after class while you're out running errands. You don't see his call until after class and you hurriedly call him to come pick you up.
Or he's at the grocery store to pick up dinner for later and he's texting you to ask what he needs to get for you and you just don't answer him. You don't see his texts.
He tries to call. Voicemail.
He later gets home with whatever he was craving and just starts cooking.
"But I thought we said we were gonna do pasta, Ed? Why're you making chicken?" you ask, literally without a clue as to why dinner plans have changed.
"Well, sweetness, if you don't answer my texts or return my calls how the hell am I supposed to know what kinda pasta you wanted, huh?" he just shrugs, voice a bit hardened. You can tell it's starting to tick him off.
"Oh, shit. Sorry Ed, I don't even know where my phone is, really" you scratch your head, looking around but not really in search for your phone.
"Well, if you didn't have your DnD on you'd know where your phone is once I call or text you. It's starting to get a little frustrating, baby, can you please be a little more mindful and turn off your 'do not disturb' when you don't need it please?" you just nod sheepishly, like you've been scolded for not saying 'thank you' to a gift you didn't like.
And it does end up happening numerous times. Luckily, nothing too insane.
Sometimes he'd ask you if you wanted to call and you just sit there waiting for him to call. After ten minutes, you assume he's gone to sleep (he's a bit old after all), so you turn off your phone and tuck in for the night.
"Why didn't you pick up last night baby? I called you like six times" he asks the morning after.
"Wait, you called? I was waiting for you to call and then you didn't so I just went to bed" you explain, then clocking the issue there. Shit.
"You had your DnD on, didn't you, sweetness?" and he gets close to you. Close enough for you to hold your breath, too entranced by his big presence, filling up every bit of your vision. You feel suffocated by him.
You look down, too much to be looking at him right now, with the aura of calm and cool control that he exudes. It'd be easier for him to swallow you whole than for you to be making eye contact with him right now.
He just takes care of that promptly for you. He gingerly places two fingers under your chin, making you look at him in the eyes.
"You look at me when I talk to you. You know better, don't you baby?" and he puts on this fake pout that makes you blush all over. You imagine the butterflies at the bottom of your stomach tinging a pretty shade of pink with every domineering word that comes out of that man's mouth.
You just nod, he makes a clicking sound with his tongue and teeth, releasing you from the delicious torture of him invading your senses as he takes a step back, letting your chin go before he just goes back to what he was doing.
"Oughta punish you one of these days if you don't turn that damn DnD off" he mutters and then he's back on his computer.
The gruff words make your shaky legs stutter as you decide you cannot be standing anymore and you plop yourself on the couch.
His last straw, however, is when you're out at a club with your friends. You've had one too many drinks and you text Eddie to come pick you up. He has no idea where you are.
Yeah, baby I can pick you up. Where at? 12:34 am
Can't pick you up if you don't tell me where you are, sweetness. 12:42 am
You there? 12:50 am
Turn off your DnD PLEASE 1:00 am
I'm omw 1:03 am
And he pulls up in front of the bar you were helplessly staring out the door of. You're not drunk, just not having fun.
You run into the car, shivering from the biting November breeze.
"Had to call one of your friends to tell me where the fuck you were. Are you drunk?" he asks. Voice stern, laden with what you could only define as barbed wire. Cutting, angry, almost.
"'m not drunk." you mutter "I had, like, a shot, then I decided I wasn't having fun anymore. Didn't wanna go out in the first place" finding the creases and ridges of your hands very interesting all of a sudden.
"Trust me when I tell you you won't be having fun at home either. Fucking sick of that 'do not disturb' thing on. You had me scared to death." he seethes, knuckles tightening around the steering wheel. You notice he's wearing his pyjamas.
Fuck. You made him get out of bed. You shrink in your seat.
"Y'don't wanna be disturbed? I'll fuckin' teach you about being disturbed" and that's the last thing he says before he just speeds home.
There's thick tension between the two of you when he opens the door to his apartment. You sit on his counter, looking at the floor and getting ready for another scolding.
He's leaning on the wall opposite to you, arms crossed.
He breaks the silence "Floor's lookin' clean? You gonna look at me now?" you shiver, then look up to meet his darkened eyes.
He scoffs and takes a few paces towards you, until he's placed between your parted legs.
"What do I gotta do with you, huh? Do I gotta start checkin' your phone to make sure that damn thing is turned off? As far as I'm concerned after your classes you shouldn't have it on at all" he remarks, his hands caressing over the nylon of your tights, toying with the fabric of your dress.
You interject "I just forget, Ed. I'm so busy these days I forget to turn it off" you jut out your bottom lip, trying to coax a bit of sweet sympathy out of him. Something that'll make the punishment a bit lighter.
But he remains unmoved, his lips in a straight line as he moves his hands up, up, up to firmly hold your waist. "So forgetful, aren't you, baby? Maybe you need a reminder, carve some space in that big, busy brain of yours to remember to turn your DnD off, hm?" he chides, playing with the insides of your arm, skin sensitive and waiting as his thick finger moves up and down and you can't help but nod.
Your breath begins to pick up ever so slightly. But he notices, of course he notices. The way your mouth parts and your pupils dilate. The way your chest begins to get closer to him, rising and falling in anticipation.
"So pretty" he teases, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. You lean into the warmth of his palm, letting out a sweet humming sound that makes Eddie's stomach flip despite his hardened facade "Y'wanna play?"
His voice goes to a deep, dark timbre, the question making you shiver. You speak for the first time in what seems like forever.
"Yes, sir" voice thin and quiet as you keep looking at him, not wanting to worsen your precarious position as he undoes the zipper of the short dress you're wearing, helping him out by taking your arms out of the thin sleeves.
"Good girl," he remarks, tapping the sides of your thighs to make you lift your hips, removing the dress off of you completely.
He licks his lips when he finds you're wearing tights. He loves spanking you with the nylon barrier between his hand and the soft skin of your ass. A weird quirk of his.
You feel the hardened pressure of his bulge against the inside of your thigh as his body turns to litter a trail of kisses over your jawline and you keen into his touch, arch towards his chest demanding more, more, more. Even if you're in no position to demand anything.
A whine escapes you as you keep arching your hips towards him. Eddie's quick to stop you with a strong hand pinning you down against the marble of the counter. He tuts.
"Don't be greedy. Hop off and bend over" he commands, and who are you to say no to him as you comply with a meek "Yes, sir," resting your elbows on the cold counter.
His nose skims the length of your spine, taking in the way you smell. Sweet and musky, after a night of dancing among sweaty bodies. The thought intrudes Eddie's head. Did a body press itself against you? Is the scent of a random man now on the skin of your back, the fabric of your dress?
He shakes the thought away as he reaches the waistband of your black nylon tights.
"Pass me that wooden spoon, will you, sugar?" he says sweetly, snaking a hand in your hair. You shiver as you reach for the wooden utensil in the metal bucket next to the stove. You pass it to him, skin pricking up from the anticipation of not knowing what he might do with it.
"Thank you, baby" he kisses your shoulders, as the spoon comes into contact with your ass. Caressing up and down.
"Now, I hate to do this, you know me, but I gotta teach you a lesson, sweetness. Tell me you want this" he says, the utensil snaking its way between your legs, rubbing back and forth. A wicked smile appearing on Eddie's lips when you begin to helplessly whimper, your head lolling on its side against the marble counter.
"I- I want this" you say, loud enough to make him hear you.
And that's all he needs. A green light.
The wooden spoon lands on the meat of your ass. You hiss. The feeling is new, he hadn't spanked you with anything aside of his hand before, but the feeling of the wooden handle cracking on your skin makes your head reel.
"You gonna put your phone on DnD again?" he asks, a question he knows the answer to as he cracks down the spoon again.
"Ah- ow- No, sir. Thank you, sir" you say, sweet and compliant, hoping that it will relieve you of your penance earlier than he'd planned to.
His hand sneaks itself on the seam of your tights, knowing you never wear panties with them, feeling the heat radiating off of your core, a dampness that had been sitting there since you'd climbed in the car.
He chuckles to himself, a dark laugh, a notice that he will not go easy on you tonight.
"You're likin' this?" you can almost hear the wicked smile in his words. "You little slut, you're getting wet from this? Me smacking you with a spoon?" he taunts and your legs quiver as he administers two more cracks to your ass.
You have cotton in your ears. Your skin feels everything and nothing at the same time as you begin slumping against the counter.
"So horny you can't even stand, huh, sweetness?" Eddie smacks you again and then reaches his arm around your waist to pull you up "Little slut didn't want me to disturb her, hat true?" he asks, another smack, this time he expects an answer.
"Fuck- ow- no Eddie that's not-ah" another smack "t-true" you sob, tears beginning to well on the waterline of your eyes.
Your ass feels on fire while Eddie puts the spoon down next to your head. Your legs shaky in your heels as he kneels between your legs.
Two of his fingers hooked on the seam of your tights as he rips a hole in them, exposing you to him. You gasp, more at the suddenness of the motion than at the action itself.
Your tights never had a long enough lifespan when you wore them around Eddie.
"You got so wet, sweetness." He whispers, entranced by the way the skin glistens in the dull kitchen light.
His hands hook around your waist to keep you still as his face narrows into your pussy, and he begins to lick.
Broad stripes of his tongue, slurping and lapping up whatever he missed. Eating like a man starved.
Your back arching to get more, more, greedy in the best way possible as you mewled and cried for him to keep going. As you mewled and cried nonsense, feeling your brain turn fuzzy and your eyes becoming accustomed to going to the back of your head every time his tongue lingered long enough on your clit.
When he begins to suck harshly on it you have no choice but to grab the back of his head and push it further, if there ever was a further, as he is wedged deep between your legs, eating you out like his life depended on it.
He doesn't like it, though, the way you grab and push at his head like you're the one calling the shots.
He unhooks his arms from your waist momentarily to reach for your wrists to pin them behind your back, that's when he stands from his place in between your legs.
"Y'think you're a big girl, huh? Callin' the shots?" he lands a smack on your ass, turning you around to finally face him. Hands still pinned behind you as he pushes you towards him.
"I didn't- I don't-" you try and justify yourself, but he just delivers a smack to your face. Light enough to give you a slight sting.
His chin glistens with your slick, and you can smell it on him.
"Look what you did" he says, taunting you. His free hand comes to squeeze your cheeks, making you look at him.
"Clean me up, since you wanna be so fuckin' messy" and he squeezes harder, your tongue jutting out to lick at the clear wetness on his face, slight stubble scratching your tongue and chin. You lick around his mouth, under his nose, until he pushes you away from him.
"Greedy, greedy" he chants, as he places you on top of the counter, cold marble a relief against your aching ass.
You could clearly see the outline of his cock against his sweats, you bite your lip as he inches closer to you. “Look how hard you made me, baby," he mutters, low and dark "it’s impossible to be in your presence when you look like you want to get fucked all the time." he continues "Goin' out in that tight little dress like you don't want everyone to see your pretty tits" he says, grabbing a handful through the bralette you're wearing.
He moves the cups to the side as he toys with your tits, a hand reaching into your mouth to wet his fingers. You gag and sputter around his digits.
"Theeere you go, sweetness. Y'like having your mouth full?" he asks, Hardened stare urging you to answer. You nod and let out a weak hum in approval as his fingers keep pushing in and out of your mouth.
He removes his fingers from your mouth as he begins circling the sensitive buds of your nipples. You let out a desperate moan.
"So sensitive, aren't you? You wanna cum like that while I fuck you?" he asks, and you can't find the words fast enough to nod your head yes.
"Ask me nicely. You know better" he says sternly as he uses one hand to lower the waistband of his sweats, letting his cock spring free.
"F-fuck, pleasepleaseplease, fuck me, sir" is all you can muster, before he guides his cock to your entrance, sinking in all the way to the hilt. A gasp escapes you. It never gets old.
"That's a good girl. Wasn't so hard, was it?" he teases, both his hands returning to deliver their ministrations on your tits, thumb unforgivingly grazing your nipples. The motion makes you scream as Eddie sets a quick pace.
"That's right, sweetness, keep singin' for me. Lemme hear that pretty voice" he says, his words making you clench around him.
His hands come off your tits to place your legs on your shoulders, making you curl in on yourself as he leaned his body to make your faces touch.
"Kiss me, baby" and you kiss him with such fervor and need. He hadn't kissed you the whole night. You don't know how much you need him to kiss you until you do and it's like fireworks are going off behind your hooded lids.
His tongue slips past your lips as he keeps thrusting, unforgivingly, hitting your g- spot every. single. time. You whine into his mouth, he chuckles at how needy you sound.
"My baby just needed a good fuck to remember to not put her DnD on, didn't you?" he taunts, an especially harsh thrust follows as you feel his breathing become more ragged and his pace begin to stutter.
"Feels good, huh? Shit, baby you're so tight" he begins and you can't help but moan.
"Feels good Eddie- huh- so... so deep" you hiccup, and you feel close. "Hmm so ah big" you groan as your eyes roll to the back of your head when a particularly well- angled thrust deliciously hits your spongy walls.
"You like that, sweetheart? God- fuck- so gorgeous, baby. Look at you" he rambles. He's getting close.
"Oh fuck, Ed, 'mclosesoclose" you cry out and you're seriously teetering on the edge of orgasm. A few more thrusts and you'd be gone.
"Me too, sweetness, c'mon cum for me" he thrusts a couple more times and the coil snaps. You're clenching and whining and screaming his name while he follows after you, finishing inside you.
He stays there even after he's done, laying his head on your sweaty chest while you both try to stabilize your breathing.
"Feel free to disturb me whenever you want" you say, and he chuckles, giving a soft kiss to your shoulder.
taglist: honey-flustered, fracturedarkness, them-cute-boys, ancientcrone-blog, eveybitch, everythingtodayisthoroughly, jennathinker, @vampysstuff, rubyirene, floriscus, mrsmarch64, fairymunson, capricornrisingsstuff, sole-screws, helloweenfiend, flaminggarbagepail, @squigglebottom, @cozmiccass
1K notes · View notes
userlando · 8 months
Text
all my love for you — lando norris
Tumblr media
lando norris x fem!reader [3k] summary: you and lando had never really properly breached the topic of children, but you were starting to see the appeal of making them. warnings: 18+ explicit smut & language, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pwp a/n: this was supposed to be a simple blurb but I had to make it long and complicated waaah. i just couldn’t resist, so I hope y’all like this! as always, don’t be a ghost reader, i’d love to hear your thoughts x and also THANK YOU FOR 10K!!! this is all for you guys 🤍
Tumblr media
It was just supposed to be a simple make out, a few presses of the lips and a little innocent groping but suddenly Lando found himself on his back with you straddling him in his childhood bed. There was a familiar grin stretching your raw and bitten lips, a smile that spelled mischief and it simultaneously terrified and excited him to no end.
You’d been handsy ever since this morning, clinging to him and giving him small kisses when no one was looking and it only escalated when his sister dropped by their parents’ house with his niece. It had been like someone had flipped the switch in you, because suddenly you found yourself feverish with the need to have a baby and even further in love with your boyfriend. His interactions with the baby wasn’t something you ever thought you’d need to see, but you got it and damn it, it was the most precious thing you’d ever witnessed.
Dinner had been torture for you, not that his family wasn’t quite literally the sweetest bunch you’d ever had the pleasure of interacting with. But you’d sat across from Lando by the dinner table, giving each other looks that conveyed so much and then everyone had migrated to the living area to watch a film.
Lando had called it a night when your head started dropping, tired from a long day of activities and he didn’t really blame you because the weather had been quite warm today, borderline suffocating and he knew how exhausted you got if you spent too long out in the sun.
His innocent mind had wandered to the bed, how you’d go to sleep and wake up to a new day. You’d managed to brush your teeth and get changed, and then you’d pawed at his shoulders and brought him into a kiss that Lando was too weak to resist, realising that you weren’t tired at all.
That’s how he found himself staring up at you, eyes wide in the dim light and hands reaching to grasp your hips. You placed one palm against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat as you slipped the other hand into your panties to rub your clit; Anything to relieve yourself, if only for a few seconds.
Lando’s mouth gaped open, feeling himself thicken up in his shorts as he watched your eyelids flutter shut at the pleasure you were feeling.
“Fuck.” He laughed quietly, almost in wonder and the answering smile you gave him almost did his head in. “What the fuck’s gotten into you?”
You scooted down a bit, just enough to slip his shorts along with his underwear down to free is cock of its confines. The cool air hitting his heated skin had Lando hitching his hips up, teeth sinking into his bottom lip and you gripped him gently in your hand.
“You, soon, I’d hope.” You answered, letting go of him to lick your palm noisily and it was like static in Lando’s ears as he stared, mesmerised. “I’ve been wet all day.”
He couldn’t get a word out when you started jacking him off, the slick of your saliva like heaven and he didn’t try very hard to muffle the moan that spilled out of his lips. Your eyes widened just a fraction because you knew that his parents were in the bedroom a few doors down, and you weren’t sure exactly how soundproof the walls were. You weren’t too keen to find out either.
You hurriedly slipped your other hand into your underwear again but Lando was quick to yank it out with a noise of protest, getting his fingers wet between your folds before sliding them into you. The gasp you let out echoed in the quiet room and you leaned forward, pushing against his fingers as he scissored them.
“Bloody— I’ve barely touched you, baby.” He blinked up at you, slow smile overtaking his face and you gave a huff of laughter.
“It’s you and the damn babies.” You admitted, shuddering when he curled his fingers up to stroke against the spot inside of you.
“Oh?” His eyebrows climbed on his forehead, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on his cock. He pushed the crotch of your underwear to the side and notched the head against your hole, waiting for your eager nods before pushing in. He gave off a deep groan. “Maybe we can make one of our own.”
Something about the way he whispered it made you whimper, grinding down and taking more of him into you. Lando groaned from his throat, hips jumping when your tight warmth enveloped him little by little.
“Don’t joke about that.” You said, placing both of your hands on either side of his head to get more leverage.
Lando glanced up from where his eyes had been stuck on watching you take him in, exhaling heavily around a dirty smile. He reached up a hand to tangle in your hair, getting a good and hard grip to bring you down to his lips. The sting in your scalp made you clench around your boyfriend, prompting a moan from him. You hurried to kiss him, poorly muffling the sound.
“I’m not joking.” He murmured, cursing when you started moving your hips. “Wanna fill you up.”
“Lando.” You whispered his name around a moan, grinding down and moving your hips in circles that probably didn’t do much for him in terms of stimulation.
But the way his pubic bone was dragging against your clit made stars burst in your eyes when you clenched them shut, mouth open as you panted heavily. Lando couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, leaning forward to suck a love bite into your throat that you’d absolutely tear into him for, tomorrow. He couldn’t wait to sit by the table at breakfast and see you try to conceal it from the prying eyes of his mum’s.
“Want to get this belly round.” He slid a hand from your hip to your stomach, and something about that sent a wave of heat rolling down your back. “You’d look so pretty with my baby in you, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”
The both of you had never really properly breached the topic of children, having only dated for two years and deciding on waiting for marriage when life wasn’t as hectic as it currently was. You were perfectly content with the way life was, but you’d began to see the appeal of having a family with Lando lately. It was hard to not want that life.
You could only manage a whimper as a response, but it was enough for Lando. He grinned at you as you slowly sat up straight, putting weight on your knees as you started riding him more insistently now. You were getting wetter and tighter, and he did everything to not come too soon because the sensations along with the view he had of you was too much for him.
“Feel so good.” You got a hand between your thighs, fingers finding your clit to hopefully bring you over the edge.
Lando gritted his teeth and braced his feet against the mattress, fucking up into you and the sheer depravity in his face as he gripped your hips tightly had you throwing your head back.
He was starting to make these little noises, growing in octaves and he probably wasn’t aware of it but you most certainly were. You still had two days to spend at his parents’ house. That meant two days of looking them in the eyes while thinking about how they probably knew what you were up to with their son behind closed doors. The thought of it made you shudder in mortification.
“Baby, you have to be quiet.” You slowed your pace but Lando clearly didn’t like it, moaning in protest and grappling at your hips in a silent request for you to pick up pace.
You laughed, swatting at his insistent hands but he was resilient; Grabbing a hold of your hips and pulling you forward, sinking even deeper into you in the process and making you gasp. He guided your hips in small thrusts, grinding upwards and feeling you go tight whenever your clit dragged against his skin. You were getting wet, slicking his pubic area up and it was the hottest thing Lando could ever witness.
He was crawling closer to release, breaths hitching with every thrust forward and you knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold on long enough to get you to finish first. He must’ve had the same thought because he glanced up, frown marring his face.
“I can’t —“ He trailed off into a moan so loud that you panicked slightly, slapping a hand over his mouth but it had the opposite desired effect, his eyelids fluttering shut as his eyes rolled back. You could feel the harsh pants against the palm of your hands, his nose flaring when you began picking up pace.
You watched him press his head back against the pillow, one hand letting go of your waist to circle your wrist in a tight hold. It made you grin, something powerful flaring in your chest at the sight beneath you because here Lando was, losing his mind and it was all because of you. You never grew tired of it.
His eyes fluttered open when he felt you lean forward, putting more pressure against his mouth where your palm was still stifling his moans, yearning to kiss you when you brought your face right up to his.
“Are you gonna come?” You asked in a breathless whisper and Lando nodded urgently, flexing his fingers where they were still holding onto your wrist. “Yeah? Gonna fill me up nicely?”
The guttural groan coming from him had you clenching around him, and it made his eyes roll as his hips hitched upwards; Meeting your downward thrusts.
You slotted your lips right next to his ear, giving it a chaste kiss. “Get me pregnant, Lando. Please, please. I need it.”
His mouth went slack under your palm, body going rigid and hips hunching up in a slight bow before a low moan rang through the room, shooting off so hard inside of you that you could feel it making a mess of your insides. Spurt after spurt, eyes clenched shut and hands grasping at you to keep you as close as possible.
It was when he started shuddering, his come slowly trickling out from where he was still buried in you, that you removed your hand from his mouth; deeming it safe enough. You watched him as he silently came back from his high, chest heaving and the occasional tremor shaking his body.
It was truly a sight to behold and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook your face when he finally blinked his eyes open and looked up at you.
“You’re the fucking devil.” He said with an exhausted laugh, making you giggle and clench around his sensitive cock. Lando groaned and gripped your waist tightly. “Don’t. I need at least three to four business days to recover.”
A laugh slipped your lips, giving his cheek a gentle swat in chastisement. It was barely a brush, but Lando made a huge dramatic show of grabbing his cheek and moaning in mock pain; only to hear you laugh harder.
You leaned forward to give him a kiss, something he was all too happy to reciprocate. It was soft, just a brush of the lips but it didn’t take long for you to turn it dirty, sucking on his bottom lip and hearing him hum in delight. Lando circled his arms around you and rolled the two of you over, grinning at you when you let out a squeal of laughter. He reached a hand up to brush a few strands of hair from your face, nuzzling his nose against your cheek in a loving manner and it took everything in you not to preen under his attention.
“We’ve never done that before.” You whispered, smile turning shy and cheeks warming up.
Lando’s eyes narrowed as they searched your face, mildly confused.
“Done what?” He leaned down for a peck against the side of your mouth.
“Have you... You know, finish in me.” You squirmed in slight discomfort, which made your boyfriend raise his eyebrows in mild amusement. “It’s leaking out.”
You couldn’t place your finger on what exactly changed in Lando, but his eyes turned darker and cheeks a deeper pink at your little confession. His hands wandered down to touch the pudge of your stomach, inching his body down the bed until he was face to face with your abdomen. You blinked down at him, confused and a little aroused when he placed an open mouthed kiss just beneath your belly button.
“What are you doing?” You asked him dubiously, placing your hands over his.
Lando blinked up at you, and the downright predatory look in his eyes made you stop breathing for a quick second because holy shit. You’d never seen him look like that.
“Helping my girl out.” He said simply, hooking his fingers into your panties and dragging them down your legs. You squirmed when he pried your legs apart, widening them until your hips ached deliciously.
“Lando.” There was a warning in your voice, one that didn’t faze the man at all. He ran a sole finger down between your folds, breathing out at the slick combination of him and you. “Lando we can’t, I won’t be able to keep quiet.”
He glanced up at you and grinned, “That’s your problem.”
You scowled at him but it was quickly wiped off your face when he suddenly buried his face between your legs, mouth sealing over your pussy and tongue tasting himself. A flash of heat zipped down your spine, making you gasp at the sudden friction of the wetness of his tongue against your sensitive center.
“Fuck!” You gasped out quietly, voice high enough for him to hear but not for the sound to travel outside the bedroom walls.
Lando hummed in what sounded like absolute smugness, sending vibrations against your clit and you shot up the bed into a sitting position with another curse. It only made the curly haired man suck harder against your clit, pulling all kinds of sounds out of you. It felt like electricity in your body, warmth rushing up your face and numbing your toes when he pushed his face into your pussy, tongue laving against your opening; Like he was trying to eat all the come out.
In moments like these, you’d turn your head up to the sky and thank whatever deity for bringing Lando into your life. He’d been a bit shy and timid at first, the epitome of a perfect gentleman when you first started dating. But he’d transformed into himself over the past few years, a person you’d come to adore and love. Someone who took time to learn your body, how to set it on fire with just a couple of fingers and his tongue.
He always went beyond your expectations, like now where he was working his tongue and mouth to bring you, to what you were sure would be, an explosive orgasm. Your hands gripped his hair, your thighs caging him in and it must’ve surely made it a little hard to breathe for Lando but he moaned like he was thanking you and something about that made you so very dizzy.
“Gonna -- gonna come.” You panted and Lando gave off a hum of acknowledgement. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The string of whispered curses made Lando laugh, but you were too far gone to hear it properly as your legs locked up around his head, losing the ability to stay upright when your orgasm washed through you. The moan you let out was loud in your ears, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care much when Lando was licking and sucking; Forcing your climax to carry on until your legs started shaking in overstimulation.
Lando wasn’t letting up, only detaching himself when you started whimpering and pushing at his head with your shaking hands. He looked up at you, mouth sinfully wet and face red, hair sticking up in every direction and the sight of it made you laugh in exhaustion.
“I think we’re gonna have to leave tomorrow.” You murmured as Lando crawled up your body, settling down between your legs.
“Why?” Lando laughed, nipping at your fingers when you reached up to wipe at his chin.
“Because I think the whole house heard us.” You grimaced. “And there’s no way I’m staying for another two days, knowing that your mum and dad knows and heard everything.”
It sent Lando into a fit of giggles, which set you off as well. It took a few seconds for the both of you to calm down, to which your boyfriend nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck with a deep and sated sigh. You wrapped both your arms and legs around him, smiling happily when he pecked your throat.
“Might as well make the most of tonight then.” He joked and you hit his shoulder blade with your hand, making him laugh and bite your neck, putting a little more pressure until you squirmed. “I think I have another one in me.”
“Insufferable.” You said, hiding your smile in his curls but Lando could hear the smile in your voice without taking a look at his face. “You know I’m on birth control, right?”
He pushed his face up just far enough to look at you.
“Don’t ruin the illusion.” He chastised you playfully. “It’s about time I put a baby in you.”
You sucked your lips into your mouth to stave off the smile threatening to overtake your face, shaking your head like you were tired of his obnoxious manners but you were feeling something very differently inside.
Hope and anticipation for the future. 
2K notes · View notes
anadiasmount · 3 months
Text
just friends? or more? - jude bellingham x reader.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
quick sum: interviews and late night talks. but it’s always hard to see your best friend leave for his away games. no matter the distance or duration.
wc: 3k | masterlist | jude's masterlist
psa🗣️: happy new year everyone, hope everyone is doing okay! 🤍 mixed a request with my own imagination. this was supposed to be a small blurb but I ended up writing more. best friends to lover trope 🫂 🧟‍♀️ hope you enjoy! 🤍
“it must be an excitement to see him play at this level and talent?” the journalist asked you, to which you nodded and smiled. “it’s quite a pleasure honestly. it’s what he’s always wanted and we couldn’t be more proud,” you replied calmly not knowing where exactly to look at. 
your eyes glanced from her, to the camera and then jude who was walking back from the tunnels. “recalling all his goals from this current season, which one has been your favorite? could there be a sort of muse to inspire and motivate him to this level?” she asked curiously, leaving you thinking. 
“my favorite probably, okay wait actually i don’t know if i wanna say because i don’t want to get dragged, but it was special to see him win his debut here in the bernabeu, even if it was a tap in,” you laugh, “his goal against napoli and barcelona are one for the books as well.” you kept glancing behind her to see jude standing there cockily, arms crossed with a smirk plastered on his face. 
“as for a muse, i’d say himself and the people around him whether it’s friends or family even the fans. with the constant support and wins, seeing how the team reflects, how he can do more. overall i think it’s just him and the healthy mentality he has,” you say shyly, nodding your head as you spoke, jude then decided to intervene. 
“erm excuse me? this is my interview,” you say in a teasing manner, stepping on your tiptoes to reach his hug. “i apologize. just wanted to come over and say hi,” jude says playfully making everyone smile. “we were just asking y/n about if there could be a certain muse to make you perform at this level. is there anything you would like to say about that?” the journalist asks. 
jude scratches his brow and looks down smiling, “well to be honest there is someone…but for privacy reasons or maybe to not jinx it, i’ll keep it hidden… they’re truly wonderful and inspire me to do my best every time,” he says with a huge grin looking down to you where you stand. your eyes connected and for a second maybe he was dedicating this to you? you thought. 
as the journalist wrapped up her interview the two of you teased and joked around, answering her questions politely and respectfully, making sure to wish her the best of luck and a small be careful. the thoughts of him having a ‘muse’ still didn’t go away from your head.  if he was referring to you or if there was someone he had yet to tell you about. 
jude was always private with his life, but around you he couldn’t stop yapping, always with a smile in his face when he spoke about him. but this had you questioning just a bit, if there was more to your close friendship. to his longer and more intense stares towards you, his touch on your waist when out together, always asking to stay longer and cuddle. 
it wasn’t just you who had noticed it, his teammates as well, often teasing both of you especially jude as you would hear it when he called you after training. don't even get started on the media, replays, and many comments on the two of you when together, always asking if you were dating, or saying they lived for your friendship.
there was something different and you couldn’t avoid it any longer, being left confused with your feelings. it began to feel like love. you can’t love your best friend, you couldn’t take a risk like that.  
“you’re awfully quiet? something in your mind? i know something’s up so don’t say it’s anything,” jude remarked, squinting his eyes. you let a soft chuckle out and turned to face him, “i’m just tired… also i was reading some of the comments from our interview,” you lied offering a quick smile and showing him your open instagram page. he raised his brow and got out the car. 
you trailed behind him to where you were greeted to a quiet home. jude quickly slipped on some slides and dropped his bag in the mud room. you took of your shoes and walked into the kitchen to prepare some dinner for the two of you. as you glanced around you felt jude hug you from behind, his face leveled next to yours making you jump. “fridge is full?” he asked.
“oh yeah. i went grocery shopping and brought the necessities! refilled the fridge, got toothpaste, and i also got you those scooby doo cookies you love so much,” your hand interlocked with his that was around your waist as you pointed to the cabinet above you. just then you realized how close the two of you were. 
it felt like you had moved in, and shared a house together. you never ever had shared a bed, but for the past month you had, waking up with jude on top of you or your back next to his chest. having breakfast daily together and him waiting for you to come back from uni or work. hanging out more than usual, cuddling more than usual. the his and hers titles applying to the two of you, when brushing your teeth, your mugs, sharing clothes, having your shoes aligned by the door. 
jude felt you tense asking what was wrong but you shook your head, “after dinner, i might go home,” you tell him watching the smile disappear from his face. “what? why? do you want me to go with you? you should just stay it's already late, i want to you to stay” jude insisted, making up different reasons as to why you should stay the night. 
it’s not that you didn't want to be with jude tonight, you did, to feel him hold you and kiss your head at night. but the thought of acting like a couple, with no label, with your best friend made you freakout, because what if how you felt wasn't how he did? what if you read the cards wrong and it was only you who fell over heels for your best friend? what if he didn't love you like you did? 
“i’ll think about it, i said i might go, still debating, i haven't seen the roomies in a while and we want to have a girls night,” you said trying to calm the panic that overtook his body. “i don’t mind joining, you guys just do spa night, drink wine, and talk, i’ll be like one of the girls…” jude shrugged jokingly, making your eyes roll playfully. 
“okay decide what you want to eat so we can start cooking,” you recalled, grabbing a pan and heating up some oil. jude played his old songs playlist, singing along to the songs you remembered, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as he led you to dance in the middle of the kitchen, his soft brown eyes never leaving yours as he sang happily. would this be what it felt like to be a couple? 
the tv show played softly on the background, jude fast asleep on your chest letting out small snores. he refused to let you leave as the time you had finished eating and talking was super late, leaving with no choice but to stay once again. it felt like home, jude felt like your home, they way you fit perfectly in each other's arms. you turn the tv off, squinting your eyes in confusion as you saw his phone ping. 
jocelyn:
thanks for the other day! hope we can see each other again, had so much fun! 
your heart sank looking back at jude who was still sound asleep on your chest, feeling your eyes burn with tears and your stomach sink further down. you controlled your breathing, feeling stupid and naive for actually believing and falling for him. it wasn't his fault, it was you for letting yourself believe there could be something. you would never be his, there was already someone else in his life to fill your spot. 
you were able to manage to sneak off the next morning without a word or budge from jude, feeling trapped and claustrophobic around him when he hugged you from behind. you couldn't stop thinking about his words from yesterday's interview and his ‘muse’, the way his touch still burned on your skin, the way he hid a girl from you. it felt like you were the other woman even though you had no clue who she was. 
you fiddled with your keys, opening the door to a silent home once again, darting straight to your room where you fell onto your beg with small whimpers and sobs, crying over a boy. you weren't able to sleep last night, so you didn't even feel when you fell asleep, forgetting about reality for the day. 
jude was left confused and curious as to why you weren't there, next to him. he called and called, texting you over and over again, becoming worried when there was no response from you. he was unable to focus during recovery and training session, thinking of how you suddenly left, and how distant and tense you were yesterday. he wondered if you had school, or if you something came up with your roommates. 
jude wanted to hang out before he had to travel away for the weekend. spend as much time with you. his head should be focused on winning and on the team to advance in the ‘copa del rey’ but he couldn't when he hadn't heard from you. 
jude was deep in. as every day went by his love for you grew more and more, knowing it could be risk for your friendship. he had the urge to just yell out how much he loved you, how badly he wanted to call you his, to finally stop playing around and put a label. it was hard to read you and that killed him more. feeling hopeless and desperate, he called again quickly listening to your voicemail. 
you had jude’s head spinning, heart skipping beats at the thought of you, and he was left with no choice but to show up the day before he left at your doorstep. your eyes frantically roamed jude who stood with a serious look on his face, almost shutting the door at him out of nervousness. jude let himself in, turning to you quickly brows drawn in. “is there a reason why you are not answering your phone?” he asked seriously, no taint of playing around. 
“i needed to catch up on some uni work. i have so much to do still, and i wanted to focus on getting the hard part out first,” you say unsure, as his brows draw in with bewilderment. 
“but yet couldn't answer one phone call from me?”
“jude-”
“i’ve been left worried, thinking if you were okay after you randomly left without saying anything? i don't like you shutting me out y/n, i understand you were busy but a text even would’ve taken me out of my misery,” jude huffed letting out a sign of disappointment, walking to the couch and staring at your study layout. books and books, open pages of your notes, and your laptop that sounded louder than usual. 
“i just wanted to give you space and time for yourself. i don't wanna seem clingy or attached because all we've done for the past month is be together at house. i just thought you might’ve wanted to do something else with your teammates or other people,” you say embarrassed, daring to spill the girls name from the other night. 
“well you thought wrong, the only person i want to be with is you. i wanted to see you before i left tomorrow,” jude said with a small frown, hands digging into his hands. ‘the only person i want to be with is you’ should have not stung like it did, the ache in your chest as you heard him say that, bitting your lip to hold back the tears that wanted to build up. though you were stronger than that. 
“what about jocelyn?” you asked carefully being met with a quiet jude, giving you a questioning look. “what about her?” maybe it was the way he had said it or the fact he was upset but you now regretted bringing her up knowing it had triggered something. “didn’t she mention-” you were cut off by jude.
“jocelyn is my stylist when i’m here in madrid. she invited me to have brunch with her and her girlfriend when you were taking a midterm this week. I didnt mention it because it was a fast meal, just food and talking,” jude said. you felt utterly stupid and left more embarrassed than before, wanting to punch yourself for quickly making up assumptions instead of asking for clarification. 
“oh.”
“wait.. how do you know about jocelyn? did you think something else?” jude asked, lifting his head from his hands. you rubbed your shoulder anxiously not knowing how exactly to respond, “you mentioned her the other day, i just assumed,” you lied quickly, “also i saw her message the other night i stayed over.” jude had caught you, and now he wasn't going to let the opportunity to go to waste. “
“so that's what this is about?” 
“i don't know what you're talking about…” you shrugged quickly, dismissing his tone. 
jude ushered you to come over, and like a puppet you quickly followed his request. you stood in the middle on his legs that were spread, shifting your weight from one foot to another, contemplating what to say or where to look. “you thought jocelyn meant something else to me didn't you…” jude asked to which you nodded slowly. 
“would have it bothered you if it did? if she did mean something to me?” he asked softly, watching as your eyes looked around and landed on his, you let out a small “yes” in a quiet tone, jude smirking. 
“well, it’s a good thing you don't have to worry about that. jocelyn doesn't mean anything, and the only person who does to me is you,” jude spoke softly, you shuddered a breath as you felt his fingertips trace from your calves all the way up behind your thighs, making you lose balance and grip his shoulder to regain it. “jude-” you warn again, but quickly gulp as he repeated his actions. 
“the way you smile, the way you hold my hand, the way your eyes glimmer when you let me rant about anything. i love it all. the only person who makes me feel like that is you… all i want is you, y/n. to have and to hold, to love and cherish, to protect and kept by my side forever,” jude gripped your thighs and pulled you onto his lap where you gasped. 
“can’t you see that? hmm? can't you see how much i love you? how badly i want to make you mine and call you my girlfriend officially? they say it's forbidden to fall for your best friend, but who cares about those rules when what we have is real. a genuine love.” 
your lips pursed open, letting out a shaky breath before speaking again. he had that effect, leaving you breathless even if it was a small action. “this whole time i thought i had it wrong, and that it was just me who saw the sudden shift in our friendship. who felt the feelings. i know it was wrong from me to have assumed that when i have no right, but i thought there was someone else,” you reply. 
jude’s hands roamed your thighs, making you relax to his touch, “it drove me crazy two nights ago as i rethought our whole friendship. it felt not weird but it felt like we were living a life with no label placed, acting like a couple because we just felt the need to or we had just gotten that close. not only did it confuse me but also scared me, and it made me distant,” you continued. 
“what you feel here,” you pointed and touched his heart, “is what i feel here,” you then pointed to your heart, which was beating like crazy not only at revealed feelings but also the proximity you two were. “i want you to know that i can't stop thinking about you no matter where i am or if i’m this close to you,” you reassured him and yourself. that this was reality.  
“you have no idea how long i’ve waited to hear you say that… to say that you love me. everyone could see it, everyone teased us for it, but we were scared. but i’m not scared to take this risk, because it means i get to have you here and forever. to love you,” jude said making your eyes go glossy. 
“is this actually happening?” you laughed and sniffled, “because if it's not and i’m dreaming i’m going to be mad,” you say. “it's all real, i could pinch you if you want, to make you believe it? or i could kiss you to seal our relationship?” jude offered with a huge grin, making you raise your eyebrow. “you haven't even asked me to be your girlfriend yet,” you remark. 
“my beautiful y/n… do you want to be my girlfriend?” instead of replying, you sealed your answer with a kiss. a kiss that sealed also promises and your love forever. jude’s lips molded into yours, tugging him closer by his broad shoulders as his hands delicately rubbed along your thighs. he tasted like honey, not having enough by how gentle and passionate he was being with you. “my jude. my jude forever,” you say still kissing his lips as he smiled into it.
“i love you princess.”
537 notes · View notes
dilemmaontwolegs · 4 months
Text
Formula One - MiniSeries
(Stories under 20k words)
Tumblr media
Riding Shotgun Pairing: boyfriend!Charles Leclerc x fem!reader x ex!Pierre Gasly Summary: A trip away with your boyfriend takes a turn when your ex comes along. Word Count: 3k Part One || Part Two - complete
Shades of Grey Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader Summary: Reader is in a terrible crash and wishes she had the chance to tell Charles how she felt. Word Count: 8k Part One || Two || Three || Four - complete
Wild Nights Pairing: Charles Leclerc x songstress!reader Summary: After getting dumped before your wedding you decide to take your best friend on your honeymoon instead. Word Count: 12k Part One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Epilogue - complete
Another Lie Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader Summary: After breaking up, your relationship with Charles turns toxic with neither one really letting go. Word Count: 13.5k One || Two || Three || Four || Five (Charles) || Five (Max) || Blurb Request 5.1 - complete
His Best Man Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!reader Summary: With your marriage on the rocks you accept Daniel's invitation to the Mebourne GP where the best man at your wedding becomes something more. Word Count: 9k One || Two || Three - complete
305 Pairing: Logan Sargeant x fem!reader Summary: A collection of moments in the 305 - the code for Miami-Dade county where you live with Logan. Word Count: 7k One || Two || Three - complete
Crazy For You Pairing: Dark!Lando Norris x fem!reader Summary: A dark, toxic romance between new neighbours where nothing is as it seems. Word Count: 8.4k Part One (Crazy For you) || Part Two (Crazy For You Too) || Part Three (Crazy For The Three Of Us) || Part Four (Crazy Forever) - complete
Playboy Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader Summary: You judge a book by its cover but he is determined to prove you wrong. Current Word Count: 10k One || Two || Three || Four - complete
A Night At The Awards Pairing: Max Verstappen x gf!reader Summary: Snapshots from the FIA Prizegiving 2023. Current Word Count: 6k Pre-Gala || The Real Prize || Jealousy || Panties || Captivity || Rocky || Escaping || Thighs || Consequences || A Mile High || New Beginnings - complete
The Best Kept Secret on the Grid Pairing: GR, CL, MV, PG, LH, CS x fem!reader Summary: Reader becomes the coveted prize for the podium winners and the reason things get a little out of hand on the track. Pure smut. Word Count: 13.3k Part One || Part Two (request) || Part Three (request) || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six - complete
Lady in Red Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr x fem!reader, Charles Leclerc x fem!reader Summary: When a Spanish Ferrari driver works hard to get your attention it is impossible to keep turning him down, despite his complicated relationship status and empty promises, but maybe all hope is not lost in the Ferrari garage. Word Count: 8.5k One || Two || Three || Four - complete
Your Biggest Fan Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader Summary: In an age of anonymous internet interactions you and Lando connect on OnlyFans where he is your biggest fan in more ways than one. Word Count: 5k One || Two || SMAU || Three - complete
Transcending Time Pairing: Charles Leclerc x princess!reader Summary: Destined to be together, you and Charles’ love transcends time to find one another again and finally get the future you never had - the one with a happy ending. Current Word Count: 7k One || Two || Three - ongoing
Already Gone Pairing: Max Verstappen x spy!fem!reader Summary: You ease yourself into Max's life for a job but find it harder to leave than planned. Current Word Count: 15k One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven - ongoing
Back to Main F1 Masterlist
645 notes · View notes
shawnxstyles · 8 months
Note
Omg! Panty stealer pt2 is sooooo gooood! Cocky and dom Peter absolutely blew my mind! Your writing is awesome!
Pleeeeease tell me that it will be third part to fulfill the panty trilogy! As humble suggestion maybe reader find out that Pete is SpiderMan and he will finally get head from her while he is in his spidey costume? Or maybe more than just blowjob?Hehehe Am I very bad and naughty that I'm typing this to you? 🥵🤤
Anyways love ya darling! You're smashing it!
in the suit
Tumblr media
words: 3k
warnings: smut; (m- receiving [oral], dirty talk), language, and fluff of course. barely edited.
note: panty!peter blurb #1 coming up :D also, this is the way i believe y/n would have found out about spider-man, but i have another request for the same thing so i’ll probably do an alternative version!
you couldn’t stop thinking about it. how?
how does peter manage to get into your room every night? okay, not every night, but most nights.
most nights, peter magically and mysteriously sneaks his way up into your forbidden bedroom with ease. sometimes, you even wait and watch outside your window to try to get a peak at what he’s doing. but you never see him.
he’s just so slick. how does he do it?
you and peter have been together for over a month now, if you’re counting the day he broke in. the feeling isn’t necessarily new in your heart. you feel like you’ve known him your whole life. like he’s always just… been there.
through this month of stability yet craziness, you haven’t gone back to the frat house since the halloween party. you thought that after you guys got together you would stay there more often, but peter doesn’t want you to be ‘attacked’ by the guys. meaning, he doesn’t want them to ask a million questions when you guys are supposed to be private. you thought his excuse was dumb, but he was also just being a bit protective.
in reality, peter just didn’t know how to get you into the frat house without anyone seeing you. you both had agreed that your relationship was going to be kept private, very private. people could spread rumors and assume you two were together, but you weren’t going to show each other off. you guys liked it this way, it made your relationship more special because it was just for you two.
peter had a sixth sense, sticky fingers, and webs. it was pretty easy for him to crawl up into your room especially because you didn’t have security cameras (maybe you guys should get some at some point though…). you would constantly ask him how he does it since you live on the second floor and it was high up. but peter responds by not responding and instead laughs and kisses you. god, he was too good at distracting you.
but tonight, you were determined to find out.
peter had already texted you earlier and said he wouldn’t be able to stop by tonight because of overbearing homework. you completely understood, and sent him a good luck and goodnight to me then message. but truly, you were sneaking out and heading towards the frat.
you put on your sneakers and a hoodie, pulling the strings tightly around your head. the early december weather was no joke in massachusetts, and your thermal leggings were barely helping to keep you warm. as quietly as possible, you leave through the back door, making sure not to alert anyone or anything. not like you have a system to alert though.
you cut through some of the hedges until you’re in the front yard and the frat is staring at you from across the street. taking a deep, chilly breath, you cross the road with your frozen fingers tucked in your pocket.
all the lights in the top rooms were off, except one. you’re not totally sure which one is peter’s, but what other frat guy would stay up until 11 p.m. working on homework?
maybe ned, but he sleeps downstairs.
you walk until you’re under the window, the yellowish light taunting you. there was no latter, vine, rope, or magic hair to get you into the bedroom. the houses were built very similarly, and you know he doesn’t bring a latter with him.
so how does he do it?
you take a glance at your surroundings. the biggest difference of your houses was that the guys’ didn’t have large garden hedges. they just had a shit ton of messy bushes that they should probably trim once in a while.
having no ideas, you try to jump towards the window. great, that’s totally going to help you. maybe you’ll get some super jump that can spring you up and inside.
you feel stupid. yeah, peter may be the smartest person on campus and going to mit on a full academic scholarship, but how does he sneak into your room? with geometry? you didn’t think so.
wait.
what if… he’s hiding something from you?
that would explain why he’s so weird about it. letting the impulsive decisions take you over, you throw a rock at his window. hopefully, you’ll get his attention and he’ll come down, so you can see how he does it. or he’ll just go through the front door… whatever he does, you need to ask him this question right now. or else you’ll never be able to sleep again.
when throwing the rock gets tedious and noisy, you quit. just as you’re about to drop to the ground in annoyance, you hear a distant whipping sound. you hold your breath as if the person whipping will hear you.
fuck. it wasn’t a good idea for you to go out at night.
suddenly feeling anxious and scared, you slowly creep towards the sorority house. you don’t get too far before you see a body flinging through the air. the whipping noise gets closer and closer to you with every web on the streetlights. what the…
there’s only one person that could possibly be doing the impossible.
spider-man.
but what was he doing in your little neighborhood? this was one of the safest places in the area, so he didn’t need to check up here. there were so many more places in massachusetts that needed saving. feeling beyond curious, your feet scatter to hide you behind one of the untrimmed bushes.
you watch through crowded leaves as spider-man swings through the neighborhood, getting towards you. it’s like he can sense you and he’s coming for you. your heart thumps wildly in your chest, nervous about seeing him. you’ve never seen him before, and at least not in person. he was popular on the newspaper and television screens, but never on the street. unless you lived within the city.
with one long and final thwip, spider-man flings himself towards the frat house.
what. the…
you place your hand over your mouth, just in case your breathing is too loud. you intensely watch as the spider crawls up the white wall and towards the only lit window in the whole house.
no. fucking. way.
before you could fully register what you were seeing, you felt the gasp leave your mouth. you slap both of your hands on your face to shut yourself up. you nearly fall back on your heels as spider-man halts his movements. he scans his surroundings before jumping down the wall entirely.
your eyes are wide and your hands of shaking. you’ve never felt your heart beat so unbelievably fast, but you’ve also never been more afraid. what does he do to people that find out? what is going to happen to your relationship?
the body of blue and red stocks closer to the bushes with careful steps. you try to scoot away, but your back hits the fence. the wood creaks, your actions not quiet enough. his footsteps pick up speed as they rush to the bushes with determination.
spider-man jumps over the plant with grace, hoping to see a wild animal of some sort. but when he sees his girl with the most shocked and terrified expression in the world, he immediately falls to his knees.
“y/n,” he calmly says, slowly inching to you. he doesn’t hesitate to comfort you as peter. you don’t move, you just listen. “it’s okay. i promise.”
now that he sensed you, peter could hear your heartbeat overbearingly in his ears. he could hear your muffled breaths under your palm, and he just wanted to soothe your fear.
“baby,” he wanted to cuddle your body until you stopped shaking. you weren’t crying, you were just in shock. peter takes a quick glance at his surroundings before yanking off his mask and kneeling, so you could see his face reflecting off the moonlight. “it’s just me.”
“i…” you whispered as your hands fell from your face. peter doesn’t hesitate to grab them gently with his gloved ones. “…knew it.”
“you knew i was spider-man?”
“well… for like five seconds,” you flusteredly laugh while trying to recover. you still haven’t gotten used to this. well it’s only been a minute. “i knew you were hiding something.”
“what are you doing out this late anyway?” he stares straight up at the moon as it shines vehemently over you both.
“uh… well,” you start, “i was kind of curious as to how you always snuck into my bedroom without a latter or something, so i went to see? i don’t really know what i was looking for.”
peter chuckles. “but you found your answer, yeah?”
“yeah, i did,” you smile with sweetness as peter helps you up from the grass floor.
“it’s different breaking into your room rather than mine,” you say as you sit on the edge of peter’s bed. you watch as he tosses his mask inside of a box labeled books. “so that’s what was in the box. not dirty magazines.”
“surprise?” peter laughs and you giggle at his shyness. his cheeks and nose were red from the cold, but also from the slight blush that crossed them. you made him feel all warm and tingly inside, and even a little gooey.
his hand reaches for the button on his chest. it deflates, instantly becoming huge around him.
“wait,” you stop him before he undresses himself. he looks towards you. “can i just… look at you for a moment? in the suit?”
a small smirk creeps up his face. peter clicks the button again and his suit encloses on his body, outlining his muscles perfectly. every ridge and curve of him was being shown off by the spandex. you felt a spark of lust fire inside of you at the sight.
“like me in my suit, baby?” he teased as he trudged over to you. you stood up from the bed to meet his buff chest. you nodded with a bite of your lip.
he nearly growls before attaching your lips. it’s barely been a day since he’s last kissed you, but that’s too long for him. his gloved hand grips your jaw to deepen the kiss while your hands explore his messy hair.
the heat between you was undeniable. you were getting worked up over peter in his suit, and that’s something you never thought was possible. because you didn’t think peter being spider-man was possible.
is there a spider-man kink?
you take your shirt off after breaking the kiss, but resume it in no time. as he pushes you onto the bed, you stop him, having a new idea in mind.
“peter,” you sigh, spandex body hovering over yours.
“you okay?”
“yeah, yes. i just…” you swallowed, “can i…”
you didn’t really get your question out. you just slithered your body off the bed until your knees were digging into his carpet. peter’s eyebrows shoot up as he stares down at your figure, submissive below him.
“fuck. you want to touch my cock?” peter was already growing hard at the idea of fucking you in his suit. he found it hot that you found his suit hot. everything seemed to be a turn on right now. but now you were on your fucking knees like an angel and damn near begging to touch him?
how could he say no?
“go ahead then, sweet girl,” peter allows, but you stay still.
“how do i take it off—?”
“right—”
he unzips a zipper that you swear wasn’t there before. you barely take him fully out before you’re drooling at the sight. he was big and thick, and you don’t think you’d ever get used to looking at and feeling him.
your thumb drags over his weepy tip and he winces at your freezing touch.
“sorry!” you exclaimed with a funky smile. he forcefully laughs while you spit warmth into your hand.
“it’s okay, baby.”
your delicate hand wraps around him as you shift up and down. he sighs into the air, eyes fluttering back. your other hand scratches his thighs lightly. then, you fondle his balls until he’s groaning above you.
“fuck, darling,” he moans as his rough hand rests on your head. with his grip on you, you feel inclined to put your mouth on him. you’re barely an inch away, so what are you waiting for?
your lips pucker as you kiss his veiny shaft. you see from the top of your eyes how his face floods with pleasure, and your ego rises.
“if you look at me like that again, i’m going to explode, baby,” peter husks with his fingers laced in your hair for support.
with a hummed chuckle, you finally place your mouth on him. you suck on his leaky tip as a deep groan elicits from him. his noises always give you a bunch of reassurance, so you hum against him in satisfaction.
“takin’ me so well,” peter forces himself to stay still and let you do all the work. although, his hips just want to break free and ram into the back of your throat until you lose your voice. for another time… “love when you’re on your knees for me.”
you vibrated a moan against his cock as you took him deeper, a little more than half way. you were never the best at giving head because you couldn’t go that far down without gagging atrociously, but after peter showed you a better technique, for breathing and comfort, he thought you were a professional.
“you like being on your knees for me? or for spider-man?”
a groggy moan rippled around his cock from your filled throat, confirming his suspicions. you were definitely turned of the idea of peter as spider-man, and because of that, he was too. every time you were horny, peter was too.
you released your hands from him and braced them on his thighs. you focused and remembered the small notes he’s given you before. you take a long breath before sinking his cock deep in the back of your mouth. your thumb stabs your palm to eliminate your gag reflex, and it works. your nose nudges the base of his cock and you can see up close how his abs contract tightly.
“fuck! doing so good for me. going to make me come, sweet girl.”
hearing this, you bob and twist your head with a goal. your tongue swirls exploring around each ridge like it’s never tasted the plain before. peter was delicious; he was sweet with a pinch of saltiness that made you a fan of giving head. you would get on your knees any day for him.
his cock twitches in your mouth, warning you that he’s coming. you feel his hips buck into you as he strongly yanks your hair. you groan as he lets himself go.
“where do you want it? on your face? chest? or are you going to swallow it like a good girl?”
even when his dick twitches again, you don’t make an effort to move. you lick the underside of him, which sends peter over the edge.
a string of hushed groans fall from his pink lips as his muscles clench. ropes of his orgasm spurts down your throat, and you swallow every drop like a champ. well, almost all. parts of his come drip from the corner of your lip as he slowly pulls out of you.
the second he exits you, your jaw is instantly sore and achy, but it was worth it. to see the flustered and breathless peter above you was worthless everytime. peter was nearly disoriented by how fucking incredible your mouth was. how you were.
he tucks himself back into his suit as you remain on the floor. he leans down and helps you up, your knees popping in the process.
“how was it this time?” you croaked, voice cracking horrendously. peter tries not to laugh as he wipes away the nearly dried sperm on your face. you open your mouth without a thought, and he sticks his thumb in your mouth for you to lick it clean.
“it was good. fucking amazing. impeccable. exceeded expectations. outstanding performance—”
“okay, okay i get it. you’re a nerd!” you brokenedly laugh as you shove his chest. you got a sudden wave of chills because you were starting to get a bit cold. your body was still running hot because you were still, well, turned on.
“nerds are awesome, okay? they know everything.”
“like what? impress me,” you challenge as you throw your leg on top of his lap and get yourself seated. he smirks, feeling his cock chuff up a bit already. you were beyond soaked in your panties, and you just couldn’t wait for peter to destroy you.
peter knows you didn’t actually want him to say anything nerdy, so he made it a bit sexual. as always.
“they know how to… kiss.”
“you’re probably the one nerd that knows how to kiss.”
“okay, fine. i know how to kiss,” his hand cups your face as it leans closer towards his. he places a soft, longing kiss on your swollen lips before pulling away way too fast for your liking. “i know how to touch you, i know how to rile you up. right? i’m doing it right now. and you’re probably soaking.”
a warmth wave floods through your body at his words.
“i know how to talk to you too. bet these dirty words are going straight to your little clit, huh?”
“peter,” you whimper. he was right. he was beyond right.
his hand trails down your bare stomach and hovers over your clothed cunt. he can feel the heavy heat radiating from you through your leggings, begging for more.
“i can feel you. i can smell you, too. a perk of being spider-man,” he smiles, “guess this nerd is pretty great.”
“peter!” you shook his shoulders in desperation, but he didn’t move. you had a love hate relationship with his teasing. he indeed got you riled up, to the max, until you were begging him to touch you. he just dragged it on and on and on. he loved hearing you beg for it.
“okay, okay, sweet girl,” peter chuckled as his fingers fumbled down the waistline of your leggings. they were thick, so you helped him get them down. “just want to hear you say how awesome nerds are first. how do you think i made these webs?”
“you’re the hottest, super-nerd i’ve ever met in my life. now can you please fuck me?” you begged as your cunt ached.
“aw thanks, baby,” all he did was laugh at your misery with a smirk. “all you had to do was say please.”
note: not my best work, but i hope you enjoyeddd. literally posting this at 1 am :D
taglist: @invisibletrolleyson-jeremy @lnmp89 @crybabyddl @pretty-npeach @marine-mayday @aerangi @justanotherpasserby-blog @tinafuentes @moniffazictress11 @eywaheardyou @alwaysclassyeagle @mrstealuregirl @bisexual-desi @sherlockstrangewolf @madsttx @graywrites20 @bradtomlovesya @princesspannnn @sageisswaggg @purplerose291 @girlbossnancy @lockwood-lover @marzipaanz
crossed out= not able to tag
535 notes · View notes
katyswrites · 1 month
Text
you're a bandit like me
Pairing: Baron Lamram/afab!reader
Warnings: SMUT (18+), references to crime, unprotected p in v, oral sex (reader receiving), sneaky links, no use of y/n, SPOILERS for Marmalade
Wordcount: 3k
A little blurb about Baron - takes place after the end of the movie, later that night. A universe in which you're his sneaky link, and a partner-in-crime - and he needs you, now.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
It starts with a knock on your door in the middle of the night. You’re in bed, flicking between channels, ultimately settling on the late-night news to hopefully help lull you to sleep. 
You’re half-conscious, the reporter’s voice a dull din in the background.
“- federal agents have given a new description of the suspect, who they say they have previously mis-identified as a female -”
You’re falling asleep in the blue glow of the television, until you hear the frantic tapping on your door. You jump, suddenly alert - you covertly grab your gun off of the nightstand - you never sleep without it nearby -, and slowly walk towards the door, consciously avoiding the squeakiest floorboards. The knocking is continuing, and part of you worries that the cops have truly, finally caught up to you. You bring your eye up to the peephole, and breathe a sigh of relief.
He’s standing there, the same as ever, if not a bit more tired-looking. And -
“You cut your hair,” you say, breathing a sigh of relief. 
Baron nods.
“Yeah, I did. Planning to use that on me?” he asks. You glance down at the gun in your hand, and laugh, putting it down.
“No - sorry, I just - can never be too careful.”
He nods, a mutual understanding shared between the two of you. You step back, not even needing him to ask to be invited in, bolting the door behind him. 
You hadn’t heard from him in weeks, but that’s typical - you only reach out when you need each other. Though, he usually at least prefaces his visits with a phone call.
“What’s going on -”
You don’t get a chance to finish, because his lips are on yours, hands holding your face to pull you close to him. You let your eyes flutter shut, kissing him back with a bit of desperation - he tastes like menthol cigarettes, and the flavor of gum he likely just chewed to try and cover it up.
Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his body impossibly closer to yours - you’ve only managed to make it a few feet inside the doorway. It nearly kills you to pull away, just to look at him.
“Are you okay?” you ask quietly.
He nods, lips slightly swollen from yours.
“Yeah - I - it’s all good. Just had a long day.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Long how?”
You know what Baron gets up to when you don’t see him - you and him are alike, in that way. You rarely go into the details of each other’s misdeeds - except, perhaps, the occasions when he shows up to your place with a sack full of cash, begging for you to get him a car, or a weapon, or a fake ID - whatever he needs. You’re always happy to oblige - it’s your specialty, after all. You’re even the one who taught him how to hotwire, even though he’ll never admit that. Sometimes he comes for a few days, just to lay low - you’ve done the same, just a few times. Only when he’s passing through, trying to throw someone off of his trail. But something is different this time. 
He just shakes his head.
“You’ll find out in tomorrow’s papers, I’m sure.”
You nod in understanding.
“Were you followed?”
“No - don’t think so. Pretty sure I shook them back in Alabama.”
You just bring your hand up to card it through his hair, chuckling.
“Almost didn’t recognize you,” you say.
“Do you like it?”
You can’t help but smile.
“Oh, yeah - it’s really nice. Kind of… sexy, actually.”
He smirks, his face reddening a bit.
“Well, if I had known you’d say that, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”
“Does it… is this anything to do with your long day?”
He just nods solemnly, his eyes never leaving yours.
“Okay,” you say - it’s enough information, for now. “So… I’m guessing you’re not here just to hide out, are you?”
The corner of his mouth twitches, fighting another smirk.
“No.”
Then you’re kissing him again, pulling him down by his shirt collar. He sighs against your lips, wrapping his arms around you as his tongue enters your mouth.
“Bedroom,” you murmur, bringing him with you as you step backwards down the hallway.
You stumble through the doorway together, never pulling your lips away from one another. He’s holding your face in his hands again, gently, as if he’s worried you might break. It’s a contrast from his mouth, rough and demanding against yours.
You reach for his leather jacket, helping him shoulder it off and throw it on the floor.
“Need you,” he grumbles. “I - I just -”
“It’s okay,” you say, placing a finger on his lips. 
There’s always been a mutual understanding between you two, ever since he first came to you two years ago, looking for a car and a gun. You hadn’t questioned why - in your line of “work,” you never did. But, there was something else, too - your lifestyles made it impossible to do this with anyone else. Other people were dangerous - they asked too many questions. Baron, on the other hand… you know it’s not even his real name. He doesn’t know yours, either - it’s better that way. Pseudonyms keep things easier, and make this only one, incredibly small part of your life. Sometimes, all you needed from each other was someone to touch, to hold. Still, it doesn’t change how much you miss him every time he disappears on you.
But he’s here now, and he wants you - no, needs you, in his words. 
So you start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his neck as you do. He groans, hand coming up to cup the back of your head and pull your lips back to his.
He pushes you back gently, leading you to the bed until the backs of your knees are hitting the mattress.
You fall back a bit gracelessly, and he follows you, reaching desperately for the hem of your oversize t-shirt. You oblige, pulling it over your head to reveal your breasts to him.
“No bra?” he asks, grinning.
“I was about to go to sleep, until you -”
And he’s kissing you again, hand pressed against the small of your back. It begins to wander, calloused hands brushing against your soft skin, covering the expanse of your back until he comes around to cup your breasts. You kiss him desperately, gasping as he toys with your nipples. You bury your face in his neck, your sensitive buds hardening under his touch.
“You like that, baby?” he coos. You just moan into his skin, reaching down to fumble with his belt buckle.
It’s not long until you’ve rid each other of all your other clothes, and he’s pushed you back onto the mattress, crawling over you. 
He smiles down at you, face hovering inches from yours.
“Hi,” he whispers.
“Hey.”
“I just - thanks.”
“For what?” you ask.
“Always answering the door, picking up the phone, just - saving my ass, over and over again.”
“It’s what we do,” you say, pulling him down for another kiss. “We help each other.”
“You’re really helpin’ me right now,” he says, chuckling.
Then he’s reaching down, his fingers brushing against your cunt, and you gasp.
“Need to touch you, baby,” he murmurs, coating his fingers in your slick as he runs them along your slit. He’s kissing down your body, slowly, and you feel yourself shiver with anticipation. You sigh, letting your head fall back against the pillow.
“Spread ‘em for me - that’s it - been thinkin’ about this pussy all day -”
Your legs fall open, giving Baron’s fingers full access.
“So fuckin’ wet - just relax, baby -”
He begins circling your clit with his thumb, his other hand planted on your hip to keep you pinned against the mattress. He slips a finger inside, and you moan, involuntarily clenching around him as he adds a second one.
“You like that?” he murmurs. You just whine, bucking against his hand as he pumps his fingers into you.
“‘Course you do - I know just what you like - fuck, look at you,” he says, continuing to work you open with his fingers. 
You moan, writhing as you feel pleasure coarse through you, his fingers so much larger than your own - only for it to stop, suddenly.
He doesn’t even give you a chance to whine in protest, because his mouth is on you, tongue swirling around your clit. You cry out, back arching at the feeling of his mouth, pillow-soft and lapping at you like you’re his last meal.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmurs against your cunt, licking a long line up your slit. You moan, his hands holding your hips to the bed as he eats you out. He focuses his tongue back on your clit, swirling circles around it as his hand comes back, slipping two fingers back into you with ease. 
He grins against your skin at the sound of your whines when he adds a third finger, pumping in and out of you at an unrelenting pace.
You find your own hands wandering, running your fingers through his hair and gripping, pulling him closer. You’re not used to it being so short, but it still serves its purpose all the same. He groans as you pull on the chestnut strands. 
“I’m close,” you breathe, feeling your face flush, your heart thudding in your chest. There’s pressure building in your core, ready to snap at any moment. He just hums, the vibration against your cunt pushing you even closer to the edge.
It takes one more circle of his tongue over your clit, and you’re done for - you’re bucking your hips into his face, tugging harshly on his hair as you see stars behind your eyelids. You scream as the pleasure washed over you, the orgasm intense and white-hot. He works you through your high, continuing to lap and lick at you, gradually slowing down as your whole body shakes. It’s almost too much, but you can’t even find the words to ask him to stop. By the time he removes his fingers from you, you’re a mess. You feel boneless, certain you'll sink all the way through the mattress if you aren’t careful.
Your breathing is deep and labored, not even able to form words as Baron presses soft kisses to your inner thigh. He brings himself back up over you, kissing you fiercely. You still faintly taste yourself on him, and smile into his mouth.
“You good?” he asks, smiling smugly.
You nod, still a bit breathless. “Fuck - yeah, so good.”
He kisses you again, his mouth glistening with you as you feel his hard cock press against your stomach.
“Not gonna lie - not sure if I’ll last long,” he whispers. “Just kind of wanted to make sure you felt good first, just in case -”
“It’s fine,” you assure. “Don’t worry - I’ve got you.”
You don’t worry about coming again, not really - he needs you, needs this. You never ask each other questions, but you know something must have happened that’s set him over the edge. So, you just kiss him, and hold him close as he lines up with your entrance.
He groans as he pushes into you, his cock stretching you out. You gasp, digging your fingernails into his back as he fully bottoms out, still not quite used to his size after all this time.
He wastes no time, and you don’t mind - you’re still wet and sensitive from your previous orgasm, and he begins pounding into you at a relentless pace.
You moan under him, bring your hips up to meet his thrusts. THe room is just filled with the sounds of moans and labored breaths, the slapping of skin, and the scent of sex. He’s everywhere, grunting and groaning as he thrusts.
The feeling of him is exquisite, his cock feeling like it was made for you as it drags deliciously along your walls. 
“Takin’ me so well,” he manages, voice strained. “So fuckin’ good - fuckin’ love your pussy -”
You just mewl and whine, burying your face into his neck and sucking on the skin there. It might bruise, but you don’t care - he moans at the feeling, and picks up the pace a bit. He’s already close, you can tell. Pleasure courses through your own body, pulsing through you as he fucks you.
“Oh god -” you moan, heat building in your core. “Baron, baby - fuck, right there - fuck -”
“Needed this - the whole time I was in there - I wanted to get out, just for you - had to see you again -”
You’re not sure what he’s talking about, but you let him ramble - he always gets talkative when he’s about to finish.
“Where -” he breathes, aware of how dangerously close he is to finishing inside you.
“I - ah! Fuck - tummy’s fine - or tits, or wherever -”
He’s pulling out in a flash, his hand coming up to furiously stroke his cock. He only has to jerk himself for a few seconds, then he’s shuddering, hips stilting into his hand as he cums. You feel his hot cum hit your stomach, warm and sticky on your skin. He groans as he finishes, his hot ropes pooling onto your belly and dripping down your sides a bit. He collapses next to you, breathless. 
Your heart is racing, chest heaving as you stare at the ceiling. You both lay in silence for a few moments, before he rolls out of bed and heads out the door of your bedroom. He returns a moment later, a washcloth in his hand.
“This okay? Found it in your cabinet.”
You nod, taking it from him to wipe his cum off of you. He lays back beside you, turning on his side to look at you.
“You okay?” he asks. You meet his eyes, and nod.
“Yeah - I’m fine. That was good,” you say, wiping some of his hair off of his sweaty forehead.
“Think I need to shower for the rest of this,” you sigh, tossing the soiled washcloth aside.
“God - a shower sounds amazing,” he mutters. “I haven’t - haven’t had the luxury of taking a good one in a hot minute.”
You grin, sitting up. “Well… in the interest of saving water -”
“Right behind you,” he says quickly, practically sprinting behind you as you head down the hallway towards the bathroom.
*****
You both took your time in the shower, the hot water a sweet relief for both of you. It takes longer than it should have, since he insists on making you cum on his fingers to make up for not getting you there when he fucked you. And, who were you to deny him that?
It’s only later, when you’re both clean and dried and back in your bed, that you start to actually feel tired. The clock on your bedside reads 3:42 AM. You feel yourself drifting off, Baron by your side beneath the covers.
“You staying the night?” you ask sleepily - never a guarantee with him.
“Mm,” he says. “If that’s alright.”
“Yeah - fine. You staying for a while?”
“Not sure,” he replies honestly.
Neither of you ever make promises to one another - he could disappear tomorrow, and you may not hear from him for months. But he’s here now, warm and solid beside you. You curl into his side, and you feel him relax a bit.
As you drift off, you can almost swear you hear him say I missed you.
In the morning, he’s gone. By the time sunlight is filtering through the curtains, there’s just a cold spot in the bed where he used to be.
You try to push down the disappointment - you’ve done the same to him, after all, more times than either of you can count. Still - sometimes he stays. Sometimes.
The only evidence that he had been here at all is a jar of marmalade left on your kitchen counter - homemade by his mother, according to him. And, your favorite thing to have on toast. When you pick up the jar and look at it, you can’t help but smile.
When the newspaper gets delivered to your door later that day, everything suddenly makes sense. 
It’s just a local paper, never much news of note in it. You mostly read it for the crime blotter, hoping that they don’t have too many details on the nearby stolen cars or goods, knowing if you need to move soon before you’re caught.
But, instead, crime is on the front page - one that you know all too well:
BABYDOLL BANDIT BREAKS FREE FROM PRISON, STILL AT LARGE
You laugh, reading in the article how the armed robbery suspect somehow cleverly evaded a federal task force, and how - of course - the suspect is, in fact, male, and not the woman they thought had been chasing for two years. But you knew that already - you’re perhaps the only person who had known that.
Everything about his behavior the night before suddenly makes sense - his desperation, his exhaustion - and, of course, his disappearing act this morning.
You sip your coffee as you read the paper, rolling your eyes.
He’ll be back, you know that. But for now, you just silently root for him to make it - he’s probably in a new getaway car now, on his way to hide out in a new town, if not a new state.
You take a sip of coffee, and a bite of your marmalade toast. Then, you turn on the television  - if you’re lucky, you’ll get another glance of Baron’s face on the news, until he calls you again.
author's note: Happy Valentine's Day, y'all. I have Marmalade brainrot, so I figured I'd write this little blurb while I work on other fics. Love y'all! (Dedicated to @chateaudjo and @djoworlds)
213 notes · View notes
You should do earth 42!miles x cheerleader! Reader that would be so fun!
Be Aggressive! B-E Aggressive
Earth 42!Miles Morales x fem!reader 
Earth 42!Miles Morales x black!reader
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Language, kissing, brief mentions of drugging, and mentions of steroids.
Requested: yes 
A/N: ITS BEEN SO LONG, I’m so sorry school started two days ago to requests may slow down but they’re still coming slowly but surely, this is my first time doing headcanons and I feel like the blurbs or drabbles or wtv their called end so abruptly but this has been a WIP for a month now so I’m putting it out there, I hope you enjoy while I move on to the next request. 
300 Follower Special <3
Masterlist
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
-Carries ibuprofen on him 24/7 because he knows you’re gonna ask for it. 
“Here,” Miles held his hand out in front of you revealing two small red pills. 
You turned to him grabbing your cheer bag out of your locker, the picture of confusion. 
“For your headache,” He explained. 
“I don’t have a headache, you tryna drug me?” 
“With ibuprofen, really?” He deadpanned “Take it so I don’t have to hear about your headache later,”   
“Awww, you’re so sweet,” You pulled him into a hug gushing over how considerate he was to not want you in pain. 
“Shut up,” He turned his face away without pulling away from you. 
Although he would never say it to your face he’d gone entirely soft for you. 
-Goes to football games despite not fully understanding it to see you 
“Miles!” You squeaked when he came up behind you on the bleachers and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you down onto the bench. 
You turned around, facing him to find a tray of nachos in his hand. 
He placed it down next to you for you to grab before sitting down on the step behind you. 
You let out a groan and glanced back at your coach who was still standing by the benches on the football field. 
There were only 12 minutes left of halftime and now that you were standing still you realized truly just how cold you were. 
“Baby, you’re shivering,” Miles ran his hand up and down your arm.
“I know,” You whined. “Reina forget her warm-ups so coach won’t let us put them on,”
He hummed gesturing for you to stand up, you did and he pulled off his jacket helping you slip your arms into it, and zipping it all the way up. 
He pulled your hair out of the back. 
Still unconvinced that you’d gotten any warmer he pulled you into his lap surrounding your waist with his arms. 
You raised your eyebrow at him but you felt so comfortable that you relaxed into him and let it slide. 
That was until he started running his hands up and down your exposed thighs. 
“Miles.” You warned your voice tight. 
He continued what he was doing, acting oblivious. 
“What ma, I’m just warming you up,” He leaned forward picking at your skirt. “It’s so short I know you’re cold,” 
You pushed one of his hands away and he immediately put it back returning to his affections. 
“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” You complained. PDA was very clearly outlined in the forbidden behaviors in your cheer contract. 
“C’mon,” He rolled his eyes glancing down at your coach “She’s not even looking, relax” 
“Alright,” You cautioned, moving to stand up. 
He rushed to pull you back down into his lap. 
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,”  He stilled his hands. “One kiss and I’ll leave you alone,” 
-carries you on his back after practice
Cheer practice ran 2 hours late and you already hadn’t gotten much sleep last night trying to finish your homework. You were aching and exhausted. 
Trudging up to your boyfriend at the edge of the track you gave him a meek nod of acknowledgment. Knowing you were drained he just slid your cheer bag off your shoulder before pulling it onto his. 
After your third stumble into Miles’ side, he stopped walking, giving you the opportunity to fully lean on him. 
Your eyes were drooping and appeared to be as if you were one strong breeze from falling over. 
“Get on my back,” He suggested. 
You nodded through a yawn, shuffling to get behind him. 
He quickly knelt down making it easier for you to simultaneously wrap your arms and legs around him. 
Hoisting you up with him to his full height he readjusted your bag on his shoulder. 
He held both of your thighs securely while your arms dangled around his neck. Your head dropped into his neck and you let out a content hum.
He continued his pace to get to the front of the school. 
With your calf’s swinging back and forth your grip on Miles’ neck loosened. 
He asked a small “You comfy?” 
When he was met with silence he chuckled to himself knowing you were asleep. 
Once he’d finally made the trek to the front of the school he located your brother's truck. 
He was sitting in the front seat on his phone with his head down before Miles knocked on the window. 
Pulling the passenger door open with a click, he slid you off his back before lifting you up into the passenger seat. 
You huffed making a sound of discomfort, shifting in your seat when your brother finally verbally acknowledged Miles. 
They both froze before your breathing evened out and you stilled with your neck below the headrest.
Satisfied with the knowledge that you weren’t going to wake up, Miles responded to your brother. 
“Alright, I’ll see you later,” He closed the door before stepping back and watching your brother drive off with your sleeping figure in tow. 
-stares at and distracts you when you do comp. makeup 
As you were struggling to get your larger-than-life lashes to fit to your lash line you felt a pair of eyes on you.
Glancing in the side of your vanity mirror you saw your boyfriend lying on your bed watching you. 
“Can I help you?” You asked turning back around and grabbing your eyelash curler. 
Seconds later you felt a presence at your back, looking up you made eye contact with Miles through the mirror. 
Not leaving your question unanswered he asked what that was. 
“What’s what?” 
“The thing in your hand,” He replied as if it were obvious. 
“Ohhh, my eyelash curler,”  
He seemed satisfied enough with your answer to continue his silent staring. That was until you held the tool up to your eye.  
“You’re gonna poke your eye out,” He startled you. 
“It doesn’t even touch my eye,” You pulled it away from yourself. 
“Is it hot?” He asked, reaching for it. 
You pulled your hand away before standing, lifting the item to his eye. “Let me show you,” 
“Hell no,” He pushed your arm away, wrestling you back down into your chair. 
“C’mon please,” You whined. 
He simply shook his head and took a step back from your chair. At first, you were just trying to be irritating, but now you were really interested in curling your boyfriend’s beautiful and freakishly long eyelashes. 
You kept begging and although you kept receiving denials, you knew you could break his resolve. 
“If you keep fucking around, you’re gonna be late,” He reminded you.  
“We would’ve been gone by now if you weren’t being a baby,” 
“Y/N! Let’s go, I’m leaving!” Your brother and ride yelled from the front door.
“Okay, I’m coming!” You answered before turning towards Miles again. “Just one eye really fast, please,” 
Before he could open his mouth to say no you leaned up wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his. 
He sighed, grabbing your lower waist with both hands. 
He rested against your vanity and pulled you to stand between his legs. He kissed you harder than appropriate for the time constraint and you pulled away before he could take it further. 
He was panting against your face so when you said “I’m just gonna do one eye,” and because you knew you could break his resolve, he didn’t protest. 
-his only media on his Instagram is a highlight of videos of you cheering and photos of you he doesn’t even have a pfp
Today, 7:37 PM
miles 😋❤️: Send me that picture 
you: what picture? 
Miles 😋❤️: The one I took of you on your phone from the last game 
you: i’ll havr to look for it 
have** 
miles 😋❤️: Okay so look fast 
you: nigga don’t tell me what to do
just wait 
miles 😋❤️: Yes ma’am 🫡
Today, 7:46 PM
you: Sent 3 attachments 
Putting your phone back down on your desk you started on your math study guide. 
That you knew would take all night. Your math teacher never believed in giving students with extracurriculars extensions.
 He wasn’t even supposed to give tests on game days, but he never followed any of the rules. 
After graphing another equation your phone screen lit up with a notification. 
m.morales added a photo to their story 
Picking up your phone and unlocking it you opened Instagram to find a collage made of the pics you’d just sent him.  
You couldn’t help but smile looking at the story of you in your cheer uniform smiling widely at the camera. The last verse of Dark Red by Steve Lacy playing over the story post. 
Shifting your thumb to the heart icon on the bottom right you liked Miles’ story before moving to reply. 
y/u/n: thank you this is the cutest most sweetest thing in the world 🫶🏽 💋  
m.morales: Yw, my mom said you looked very pretty 
y/u/n: tell her I said thank you  
m.morales: I will
y/u/n: you should've tagged me
m.morales: No I don’t want nobody tryna dm you 
-doesn’t let you kiss him on the lips w lipgloss/lipstick on (secretly does like seeing the marks left on his face tho) 
You gasped, placing your hand over your heart in faux pain. 
“How dare you?” You asked. 
Sitting with your knees bracketing Miles' waist on the edge of his bed you questioned him on dodging your kiss. With how clingy he is he would never turn down affection. 
“Wipe that stuff off your lips and I’ll kiss you,” 
“Toxic masculinity is not a good look on you,” You tsked.
“Nothing toxic about not wanting sticky shit all over your mouth,” 
You rolled your eyes at his response before speaking up. “My bad, forgot you were autistic,” 
“I’m not autistic,” He fired back immediately. 
“M’kay Mr. Sensory Issues,” 
Instead of defending himself again or trying to change the subject he just leaned back into his wall, crossed his arms over his chest, and pouted.  
You tried not to laugh at how childish he was being and instead cooed at him pressing a kiss to his cheek, then the other. 
Pulling back you viewed the two lip marks left behind and the small involuntary smile on his face. 
Leaning back in, you returned to your ministrations amongst his skin. 
When all of your lipgloss and stick was transferred off you sat back on your heels admiring your work. 
Extending your body you reached for your phone resting near his pillow. Returning to your previous position you grabbed his face taking pictures of him with closed eyes and the goofy smile on his face. 
Clicking on the small photo icon to enlarge it you flipped your phone around to show your no longer pouting boyfriend. 
Squinting to see the picture Miles looked at the kiss marks littered across his cheeks, forehead, and jaw, he pretended to not care, while he forced himself to conceal the giddy smile that wanted to break out across his face. 
-his mom loves you more than he does “calls you her mini daughter-in-law”  but disproves of the “short” skirt 
When Miles first introduced you to his mother she was skeptical. You were her baby’s first girlfriend, he was all she had left. How did she know if you were trying to take him from her?
But now you were all she could ever talk about. She treated you like a daughter. 
“When’s Y/N getting here, I want to see her before I leave,” Rio asked in her blue scrubs grabbing a banana off the counter. 
“She texted and said she’s 2 minutes out,” Miles answered sitting on the couch in his Visions uniform, his backpack on the floor next to him. 
Down on the street, you closed the door to your brother's truck before throwing your backpack strap over your shoulder. 
Saying goodbye to your brother you ran up to the Morales’ door. 
Immediately after opening the door, Mrs. Morales pulled you into a tight hug. 
She asked how her “little daughter-in-law” had been but before you could finish responding she was releasing you from her arms. 
Once you were at arm's length she spun you to the side. Furrowing her brows she plucked at the fabric of your cheer skirt. 
With a sigh and a shake of her, she muttered to herself “What is the school thinking, making these outfits so short,” 
Sliding past her as she moved to finish off her morning routine, you greeted your boyfriend near the couch. 
You pressed a quick kiss to Miles's cheek and he immediately perked up from his fatigued before-school mood. 
He stood up a little taller, his display of confidence was however broken by a loud laugh from across the apartment. 
With your boyfriend’s and your attention on her, Rio explained the cause of her amusement. 
“Look at how much happier he is, 5 minutes ago he was like an angry old man,” 
She moved closer to the both of you to coo at her son. 
“How cute, he missed you. Every time you leave he goes into his room and-“
Before she could embarrass him even more Miles interrupted. 
“Mami, you’re gonna be late for work.” He attempted to usher her out the door. 
“Miles don’t be rude, let her speak,” You chimed in wanting to hear whatever embarrassing thing she had to say now. 
“No, no,” Rio dismissed you with a wave of her hand. “He’s right, I’ll just tell you later,” 
She gave each of you and Miles a kiss on the cheek before grabbing her messenger bag on her way out the door. 
As the door clicked shut you smiled up at your boyfriend. 
“So…” You dragged out, “You gonna tell me what she was talking about?” 
-reluctantly goes to fundraisers you have to cheer/be present at 
You sat on your couch pouting up at Miles as he stood in front of you. 
“Don’t you have friends you can go with?” 
“Yeah, but I wanna go with my boyfriend, or do you not love me anymore?”
He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands.
 “Don’t start,” He warned. 
“I don’t understand, why won’t you love me?” 
“Baby it’s hot outside,”
“I have to go though, so just come with me,”
It’d been a whole 5 minutes of you trying to convince Miles to accompany you to the school-sanctioned car wash. It was mandatory for the cheerleaders to attend. Your coach had a habit of enthusiastically signing you all up for fundraisers that she would only have to work the snack booth while you did all the work. 
“I literally never see you anymore come on,” You whined trying a different approach. 
“I’m literally standing in front of you now,”  He mocked you.  
“Miles,” You whined. 
“Y/N,” He copied you with the same inflection. 
Giving up, you told him you didn’t even care if he went anymore. 
Pouting again you closed in on yourself. Miles sat back down next to you and you scooted to the other end. 
Scrolling through your phone you obnoxiously laughed out loud every few minutes and when Miles asked you what was so funny you pretended not to hear him. 
He knew you were going to continue your childish antics until he gave in and went to this carwash in the high 90° weather. 
“Alright, I’ll go with you,” He conceded. 
With a satisfied smile on your face, you hopped up off the couch. You leaned over and pressed a peck to his lips muttering a small thank you. 
“Let me go change,” You ran to your room. “Don’t leave, I’ll be quick!”
“Where would I go?” He yelled back. 
-Gets phantom pains from your tight ponytails 
“Does that not hurt?” 
“It does but you get used to it,” 
You’d grown accustomed to the pain that came with having your hair pulled up into a tight high ponytail for the majority of AAU and comp season. 
Miles however was appalled by this revelation. Every time your face so much slightly twitches in pain he was obnoxiously groaning claiming that you two were connected and he could feel it. 
“I don’t wanna look at it anymore,” Instead of turning away as any sane person would’ve done, he reached over and slid the hair tie out of your hair. 
The release of the tension pulling on your head lets you relax a bit more, your headache slowly fading away. 
“Ridiculous,” You heard your boyfriend mutter. 
“What?” You asked unsure if that was meant for your ears or not. 
“Look at your hair,” 
Narrowing your eyes at him you pulled up the camera on your phone to find a sizable dent in your hair where the rubber band had once been. 
“That’s why you have a headache all the time,” He lectured, moving over you, to massage your scalp. 
“Probably,” You answered, sighing and leaning back into his arms. He complained again about how your hairstyle was too tight claiming “all your hair is gonna fall out” 
“‘Kay, I won’t do it so tight next time,” You lied. 
-believes you should 100% be captain doesn’t matter if there’s someone “better” than you 
“Catherine is like objectively better than me at cheer and she’s a senior there’s no reason she shouldn’t be captain,” You had to explain to your boyfriend after the cheer positions had come out that you were only a sophomore and having a position on varsity was actually really good. 
He however didn’t agree. “She’s probably on steroids,” 
You laughed at the absurdity of his claim. “No one is taking high school serious enough to do steroids,”
“I think she should get tested anyways,” 
“Not everyone that’s better than me is on steroids,” 
“‘Nobody’s better than you,” He argued. “And if they were it’s only ‘cause of steroids.” 
Tumblr media
©guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom
932 notes · View notes
joelsgreys · 11 months
Note
We love a writing prompt challenge - I'd love to see what you do with post!outbreak Joel and ❛ what if i hurt you? ❜
smut prompt challenge
Thank you so much for sending this one in to me my darling! <3 I decided to be a little adventurous with this one, I hope you like it. Also, it turned out to be a longer than I meant to, it was supposed to just be a blurb/short drabble and it turned into a 3k oneshot. Whoopsie. I am not at the point where I can write smut with no plot, I have to have at least a teensy bit of plot lmao.
Tumblr media
pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
warnings/tags: 18+ only, minors dni. explicit. post outbreak, set in Jackson. established relationship. jealous/possessive/slightly intoxicated Joel. reader is just a lil bit toxic too. rough sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, bit of spanking, praise and pet names. very lightly implied age gap (reader is referred to as kid by an older side character but she’s in her mid to late 20s, Joel is canon age, mid 50’s; purely self indulgent with the age thing tbh) okay, I think I got it all.
word count: 3k
“Alright kid, I’m heading out for the night,” Seth announced, flipping off all of the lights inside of The Tipsy Bison. He made sure to leave one last dim yellow light on for you so that you could finish cleaning up around the bar. He tossed you a set of keys to the building from where he stood near the front door. As he shrugged into his blue denim jacket, he asked you one last time, “Are you sure you’re going to be okay locking up the place all on your own at this hour?”
You couldn’t help but laugh a little. You walked over towards him, twirling the set of keys between your fingers. “Oh please. What could possibly happen to me in a secured, gated community where everybody knows everybody, Seth?” You questioned him, shaking your head slightly. “And besides, it’s not like we’ve got a register full of cash just waiting to be robbed. It’s the end of the world, so I think I’ll be just fine closing up shop.”
“Well, you got me there,” he sniffed. “I suppose I don’t have anything to worry about.” He paused, lowering his voice as he added, “And much less when you have your very own guard dog sitting over there and keeping his watchful eye on you.”
You glanced over your shoulder at Joel. He was sitting at the opposite end of the long bar nursing what had to be his third or fourth glass of barrel aged bourbon; even after all the shit you two had been through together over the last several months while making the dangerous and violent trek across the country, Joel had never, not once, behaved like this with you. He had never been this ridiculously overprotective of you, not until you’d begun working as one of the evening bartenders at The Tipsy Bison. He wasn’t all too fond of your new role in Jackson, and he’d made it abundantly clear by dropping in late at night to make sure the rowdier male patrons who would frequent the bar after evening patrol were behaving, keeping their hands to themselves—and off of his girl.
You turned back to Seth, flashing him a sheepish, apologetic smile. “Look, I know he can be kind of rough around the edges sometimes. But he’s not all that bad, you know?”
“Kind of rough around the edges? One look from Miller can send anyone running for their lives in the other fucking direction,” he remarked with an amused snort as he pushed the door open. “Be sure to turn off that last light before you leave, kid. Oh, and don’t forget that I’m going need you here tomorrow at three for the opening shift, alright?”
“Got it. See you tomorrow,” You said, giving him a little wave as he left. You pulled the door closed and locked it behind him, giving it a gentle tug to make sure it was secure. Shoving the set of keys into the back pocket of your light blue denim cut off shorts, you made your way back across the quiet, empty bar and over towards Joel. You let out a soft sigh, lightly draping an arm around his shoulders. “Joel, please. It’s almost one o’ clock in the morning. I still have quite a bit to do around here before I can leave,” You stated. You reached up, affectionately running your fingers through his graying, dark brown curls. “You have patrol duty in a few hours. Go home and get some sleep. I’ll be fine on my own.”
He scoffed. “Ain’t no way in fuckin’ hell I’d let you walk home alone at this hour.”
You sighed again, withdrawing your hand from his hair as you stepped back.
Joel turned on the bar stool he’d been perched on for most of the night, his dark brown eyes taking the sight of you in; they glazed over your fitted, tight black tee shirt with a neckline that scooped way too low and exposed too much skin for his liking. His lips pressed together into a thin, tight line as his gaze wandered down further, noticing how the frayed hem of your cut offs fell a couple of inches above the middle of your thighs. “You really gotta fuckin’ wear that outfit every night?” 
You glanced down at yourself, frowning. “What’s wrong with my outfit?”
“I just don’t fuckin’ like it,” he muttered gruffly, his fingers holding onto his glass of whiskey in a near death grip. “You’re showin’ off way too goddamn much. Every fucker you served tonight got more than a fuckin’ eyeful. I probably watched ‘bout a dozen idiots stare at your tits and openly flirt with you right in front of me, you know that?”
“There’s a reason why this is the uniform I have to wear, Joel,” You teased with a giggle, hoping to ease the tension that was practically radiating off of the man.
“You fuckin’ enjoyin’ this?” He asked bitterly as he glared at you. He drained the rest of his drink and slammed the empty glass down onto the counter with a little more force than what was necessary. His jealousy was seeping out of him, and you’d be a damned dirty liar if you said you didn’t find it so incredibly hot. 
“Mm, just a little bit,” You replied with another tiny giggle. You leaned up against the bar and crossed your arms over your chest, your gaze meeting his; you noticed the way the seething anger flashed in his dark eyes. His raw, raging emotions were only exacerbated by the amount of bourbon he’d had to drink that night. “Oh lighten up, Joel! I’m only kidding and you know that. Listen, the outfit and the flirting, it’s just part of my job as a bartender. It’s something that all the girls around here have to do. I’m just eye candy for the lonely and horny patrolmen who have nothing better to do with their free time. Besides, Seth makes it very clear to all the fucking guys around here that they can look but they can’t touch—”
“I don’t give a fuck!” Joel snarled, suddenly rising to his feet. “I don’t give a fuck if they don’t touch you, alright? I don’t want those bastards lookin’ at you, hell I don’t even want any of them so much as fuckin’ breathin’ in your direction!” He drew closer towards you, his voice going so dangerously low it sent a little chill right up the length of your spine. “You’re mine, you fuckin’ understand me? You are mine.” 
Your playful smile faded slightly. 
His possessiveness should have bothered you. It should have angered you, even. You were a human being, not his piece of property. But as you drank in the sight of him, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides, the way his nostrils flared, and not to mention that all too familiar murderous look in his eye, you couldn’t help the wanting heat that flooded your lower belly.
“Then take me,” You murmured, your voice soft.
Joel sobered up ever so slightly. “What?”
“I didn’t stutter, Joel. I said, take me.”
Joel stared at you, mouth agape. “You’ve lost your damn mind. We’re in a fuckin’ bar—”
“A dimly lit, locked bar with no one else around,” You smirked, pulling your top down to expose the black lace bra you wore underneath. “You say I’m yours, so show me. Right here, right now.”
Joel’s cock twitched behind his zipper, his mouth going dry when he caught a glimpse of the way the soft, delicate lace hugged the delicious curve of your breasts. He opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him as he watched you bite down on your bottom lip and tilt your head up at him, batting your eyelashes innocently—you knew how to play him just like a fucking fiddle. 
“Baby, no. Not here.”
You pouted playfully. “Don’t you want me?”
“Not like this,” he rasped, although the continued straining against the dark blue denim of his jeans stated otherwise. “I’m drunk, I’m pissed off—I just don’t trust myself with you right now.”
You smiled sweetly at him and stepped forward to shrink the gap of distance between your bodies.
You slid your hands underneath his brown jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. You placed a hand on his chest, right over his heartbeat as your eyes met his. “I trust you.”
He rigidly shook his head. “What if I hurt you?”
“I trust you,” You reassured him. “Please, Joel. I just need you to fuck me, right here, right now. I need you to show me that I’m all yours. Yours and only—”
Joel didn’t even bother to let you finish.
He reached out for you and pulled your body flush against his, his mouth crashing violently against yours; his tongue darted through your parted lips, dominating your own in a way that made you melt into a submissive little puddle right in his large hands. He wasted no time, moving his lips down to your neck where he started nipping and biting at your delicate flesh with his teeth—hard enough that your silky skin would be covered in discolored marks tomorrow. But any worries about him being too rough had gone out the window. He wanted to mark his territory. He wanted every motherfucker in Jackson to know you belonged to him.
“Joel,” You moaned out his name and clutched fistfuls of his dark green flannel shirt.
He said nothing, allowing his mouth to continue ravaging you as his hands started ridding you of your clothes; he broke contact for as second, just long enough to pull your shirt over your head. You aided him and reached around yourself to unhook your bra, carelessly tossing it somewhere behind the bar. Your shorts and matching lace underwear came off next, along with your tan brown cowboy boots. 
Normally, Joel would take his time. He’d kiss and worship his way across every inch of your entire body, but not tonight—no, tonight he was going to take you quickly, roughly. Between all the alcohol and his pent up frustrations, being gentle was the very last thing on his mind.
“C’mere.” Joel yanked you over towards a small, square wooden table just a few feet away from the bar, the same damn table where patrons would enjoy their after work duty drinks. He gripped the back of your neck and shoved you down, bending you right over the table; you let out a little gasp as your warm, naked body hit the cold, laminated wood. His rough, calloused hands glided their way down your smooth back and he took a single step backwards to admire the view. “Open up for me, sweetheart. Let me see you—all of you.”
You glanced over your shoulder at him with lustful, hooded eyes. Biting your lower lip, you did as you were told and spread your legs, your entire body erupting in goosebumps as the chilly air coming from the vents of the building hit your throbbing center. 
Joel groaned, noticing the way your inner thighs were slick, coated with your own arousal. “Look at you, my pretty girl. Already soakin’ wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Giggling, you turned away from him and pushed your feet apart even wider. You then opened your mouth to speak, but instead let out a loud yelp when you felt him deliver a swift but harsh strike to your ass with the palm of his hand. 
He’d never fucking done that before.
Joel began kneading at the spot he’d just struck you with his fingers so aggressively that you were certain you’d find bruises there in the morning. 
The thought alone made you drip onto the floor.
“Joel—” You lifted yourself slightly off of the table.
“Stay down,” he commanded, pushing you back down.
You nodded and pressed your cheek flat against the table, your wet, aching walls clenching in pure anticipation as you heard his belt buckle clinking followed by the sweet sound of his zipper coming undone. Seconds later, the tip of his rock hard length pressed against your drenched slit.
You spread your legs even wider, prompting Joel to chuckle.
“You want me bad, don’t you my little darlin’?” he nearly taunted you. “Hm? You want me inside that pretty little pussy?”
“God yes I do—please fuck me,” You pleaded him. “Please, Joel. Please.”
He hummed. “Since you’re bein’ an awfully good girl and askin’ so politely…”
Joel didn’t even finish his sentence. There was a momentary pause and before you could ask him what the hell he was waiting for, he slammed into you, sheathing himself in your tight heat.
No warning. No warmup.
No time for you to think about anything except for the feeling of his thick, hard cock filling you up and stretching you completely.
You gasped out as all the air left your lungs. “Joel!”
Gripping your shoulders, he slid himself out of you entirely before delivering another powerful blow, one that had you seeing fucking stars. He didn’t give your body any time to adjust to him as he began to thrust, picking up a wild pace that you felt would split you in half if he didn’t ease up.
He’d fucked you plenty of times before—but never like this.
Senseless.
You gripped the edges of the table, gasping for a breath—you tried to cry out, but when you opened your mouth, all that came out were quick, pathetic little pants, desperate for air.
It hurt.
But the kind of hurt that felt so fucking good that you wanted more and more of it.
“You look so goddamn pretty, takin’ my cock like that,” Joel grunted out. His hands had abandoned your shoulders in favor of your hips, his fingers bruising the soft flesh there. “What a fuckin’ good girl you are for me, baby. Such a good girl—”
Planting your shaky hands on the table top, you pushed yourself up.
Joel’s hands left your hips. He slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling your naked back against his broad, clothed chest where he held you firmly in place as he continued to fuck you into oblivion with his barbaric, almost animalistic thrusts. 
“Who do you belong to?” he whispered into your ear, his other hand resting on your stomach. “Tell me, darlin’. Who do you belong to?”
“You,” You somehow managed to choke out a reply between gasps. “I belong to you, Joel.”
“Yeah? You’re mine? All fuckin’ mine?”
You could only nod your head in response.
Joel’s arm around you tightened. “Say it,” he demanded. “I need you to say it.”
“I’m yours, all fucking yours!”
His hand moved from your stomach and dove between your thighs, two of his fingers finding your clit as swollen and sensitive as it had ever been. His digits circled the bundle of nerves, causing your legs to tremble as you felt the beginning of an orgasm coiling tight in your lower belly.
“Oh fuck,” You breathed out in a moan. “Joel, I’m gonna—”
“Come for me baby,” he encouraged you huskily, his breath hot against your ear. “I want you to come all over my cock like the good girl you are.”
Finally, you managed to find your cries inside of you; they tore themselves from your throat where they had been lodged, echoing throughout the entire, empty bar as you came undone, your walls clenching tightly around him.
“Fuck baby,” Joel released a deep, guttural groan and shoved you back over the table, pinning you down on it with both his hands as he spilled inside of you.
He leaned over you, his body hovering over yours as the two of you took a minute to catch your breath. He gave one final gentle thrust, groaning again when he felt the way you fluttered around him. 
“Already wantin’ more sweetheart?” Joel planted a gentle kiss on your shoulder before finally pulling out of you. He stepped back, pulling his jeans back up into place; he stopped for just a moment, noticing the way his cum dripped out of you and slowly trickled down the inside of your thighs. Resisting the primal urge to take you all over again, he zipped up his jeans and buckled his belt. He then realized you still hadn’t moved and a frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Baby I didn’t hurt you did I—”
“Shut up,” You told him, lazily waving a hand at him. “Don’t ruin it.”
Joel couldn’t help but chuckle as he shook his head. “You really are somethin’ else, you know that?”
“Mhm, but that’s why you love me,” You reminded him, glancing over your shoulder at him with a tiny little smirk.
Joel leaned over, quickly feathering a trail of kisses down your spine before he started walking around the bar and picking up your clothes. He handed them to you along with his jacket and helped you clean yourself up with a clean rag from behind the bar. As you dressed, he disappeared behind the counter once more, returning just moments later with a glass of bourbon in one hand and another clean, damp cloth in the other. “Sit,” he ordered, pointing to a bar stool and you obeyed. You sipped on the hard liquor watching as he started wiping down the table. Discarding the cloth into a garbage bin, he began putting all the chairs up on the tables for you. Looking around, he asked, “What else do you need me to do?”
Setting the glass down, you stood up and shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll come in early tomorrow and finish up my tasks before the bar opens.” You smiled tiredly at him. “Let’s just go home, yeah?”
“Yeah, you need to get some rest—” Joel stopped, his dark eyes widening when he caught a glimpse of the marks that had already begun forming on your neck. “Shit,” he muttered as he hurried over to you. He moved the lapels of his jacket out of the way and touched them delicately. “You’re not gonna be able to hide these, baby.”
“It’s fine,” You grinned at him. “At least now, everyone will know who I belong to.”
1K notes · View notes
featherandferns · 10 months
Text
angel (fic)
jj maybank x fem!shy!kook!reader | technically the sequel for fascinating new thing, but can be read as a stand-alone too
content warning: pure filth, to be honest; sex (f and m self-pleasure; protected, p in v)
word count: 3k
Blurb: jj knows there's something hidden beneath all the layers of quiet and meek; he just has to coax it out of you.
Tumblr media
Nobody expected JJ Maybank to end-up having a thing for you, including JJ himself. He couldn’t explain how it happened, or when exactly, but it went from him being somewhat wary of you to completely desperate to have your gaze on him. It seemed that one day you just had him: hook, line and sinker. JJ had sort of accepted that he didn’t have a chance, especially with a certain ginger haired boy lingering in the background. He’d admire from afar and settle for friendship if that’s all you could offer him. But then you kissed him, and everything seemed to fall into place. JJ was allowed privy to your thoughts and the different facets of yourself: watching you song write and waking you from a nightmare and indulging in the late-night baking. He liked every part of it. Everything that was you.
Well, almost everything.
“You can’t seriously enjoy this crap?”
“Be quiet, please,” you mumble.
JJ rolls his eyes. He has one arm under his head, propping it up so he can see the screen of your laptop, and the other on your stomach, resting atop your tee shirt. He’s spooning you, cosy under the sheets of your bed.
It’s the second time he’s been in your bedroom. It’s a nice room; perfectly encapsulates you. Vinyl records and CDs and a million and one potted plants and succulents. Fairly lights draped above your bed and around a pinboard of pictures and keepsakes, shining a delicate golden hue on your belongings. An acoustic guitar rests against the wall by your bedroom door. It’s wide open right now. No need to have it shut; your parents aren’t home.
Looking back to the screen, JJ tries and fails to hold in a sigh.
“Can you be quiet, please?” you repeat.
“Who is that? The guy?”
“George the third.”
“The third? Is that the one that murdered all his wives?”
“JJ, I can’t hear it,” you complain quietly.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. He barely pays attention to the drama on the screen, too busy foraging through his brains for the history of English royals. “Is he though?”
You sigh, annoyed. “No. That’s Henry the Eighth. And he didn’t murder all of them. Just two.”
“Oh, well, that’s okay then,” JJ sarcastically replies.
For some reason, he feels as though you’ve rolled your eyes. He attempts to watch the show that you’ve become obsessed with lately. The characters don’t talk like normal people. Everything is so flowery and over-the-top that he hardly understands what they’re talking about. It’s boring and dull and overdramatic. He lets his mind wander.
“Baby?”
“JJ?”
“Just a quick question.”
“Yes?” you sigh, patience clearly dwindling.
“Is George the Third the one that got really fat?”
“No, that’s George the fourth,” you say.
“Which one’s George the third then?”
“George the third is the one that was ruler when America won its independence. I mean, do you listen to anything in history?” you chuckle. JJ feels the muscles in your belly tighten and loosen as you do.
“Sometimes,” he shrugs. “When it’s interesting. Like, I don’t get how all of this—”
“Shush! I can’t hear what they’re saying!” you snap.
JJ can’t help but snigger. He likes when you lose your temper with him; let the good-girl side of you slip for a moment to put him in his place.
He nuzzles his face into your hair. It smells like cedarwood and salt water. Maybe he’ll just have a nap. You’re not coming away from the show anytime soon – not until the episode’s done, anyway. JJ closes his eyes and vaguely tunes into the droning of dialogue. Lady this and sire that. He’s just about to properly drift off (maybe it’s been five minutes or so) when he’s woken by the feel of you pushing back against his groin. His hold tightens on your stomach and he reluctantly inches his body away slightly.
“Baby don’t do that,” he mumbles sleepily into your hair.
“Do what?” you reply, absentmindedly.
You’re still watching the Goddamn show. He’s not sure if you’re playing dumb or not.
Then, you do it again.
JJ inhales sharply. “Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Rubbing up on me like that,” he tells you, half-laughing. “S’not fair.”
“Sorry,” you mumble.
He opens his eyes and looks down at the laptop screen. The moment he makes out what’s happening in the show, it clicks. Oh.
Smirking, JJ can’t keep from taking the piss.
“You didn’t tell me that you’re into regency era porn.”
“Shut up,” you reply all too quickly.
“Is it like all royal era stuff or just Henry the third things?”
“George the third!”
“Tomata-tomato,” JJ mutters. Quiet. Then: “Does it have to be in a bathtub or…”
“JJ!” you whine, embarrassed. He laughs into your hair. “Stop it!”
“Alright, alright! I’m just messing around,” he sniggers.
You don’t reply, don’t even seem to be listening to him, with your eyes shamelessly fixated on the screen. JJ starts to watch too, half-curious as to what has you so entranced.
The lighting is dark. Who JJ has finally come to grasp as king George the third is fucking his wife in the bath. She’s riding him, grinding down on him, still in her dress. The music swells with sharp, dramatic violins. This time, when you push back reflexively against JJ, he doesn’t complain. Instead, he uses his hand that’s placed on your stomach to keep you there. He’s only half ashamed to admit that he’s turned on by the regency-era-sex-scene from your corny, cheesy TV show.
Half hard, he rubs against you, sighing into your hair as he does. You don’t shake him off. Instead, you push back against him.
And then, the scene stops. It’s daylight. Cutting to a scene in a conservatory.
JJ shifts his hand so it’s under your tee shirt, moving to stroke at the skin. He feels your stomach constrict underneath his touch, as if you’re holding your breath, and then relax. He places a kiss to your neck, then another, and begins to work on a hickey. You let out a shaking breath, eyes only half-focused on the show, now. One of your hands comes down to lay atop of his, though not in discouragement. JJ can’t help but rut against you again. In the haze of kissing at your throat, he finds himself wishing a silent prayer that you won’t pull away this time.
He doesn’t mind waiting. Really, he doesn’t. He’d probably wait forever for you (if he really had to). He knows how nervous you get; knows all of this is new to you. Understands. Doesn’t want you to feel pressured. But, God, JJ would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to fuck you. That he didn’t jack off almost every night to the thought of it. That seeing you, drenched head to toe, stood in nothing but a bikini after surfing didn’t have him shifting in his seat. That having you pressing up against him like you had been tonight didn’t make his mind shoot off to the darkest, dirtiest places. So, yes, he’ll stop if you ask, but he’s praying, borderline close to begging, that you don’t.
Your fingers loop into his hair, pulling him off your neck. He shifts enough back so you can turn your head, meeting his eyes. Your breathing heavier than usual, lips wet as if you’ve been licking at them. Your eyes are dancing over his face, back to his eyes, glancing at his lips. JJ’s hand on your stomach continues scratching softly at your skin. He gently rubs himself against you. Please.
“I’ve never done this before,” you whisper. There’s a tinge of nerves to your voice.
JJ nods. Swallows. “I know.”
“But…I want to,” you quietly say. A smile teasing at the corner of your lips as you nod. “If you do, that is.”
JJ leans down so his forehead bumps against yours. He exhales a chuckle against your lips. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about since the hammock.”
You giggle, perhaps a little stunned at the confession, and then your lips are on his.
JJ’s rolling onto his back, sighing into the kiss, pulling you atop of him. His hand that was under his head now reaches out to close the laptop, shoving it to the foot of the bed (hopefully where it won’t fall off). Then he’s kissing you with newfound hunger. Tongue slipping into your mouth lewdly, brushing against yours, swallowing your sighs and breaths. Whenever you break apart, it’s for less than a moment. Your hands have come up to cradle his face, fingers splayed across his cheek and jaw. One of his resides on your waist, squeezing at the skin, and his other has fallen onto your bare thigh; the pyjama shorts you’re wearing having ridden up.
When you lean back against him, rolling down on his crotch, JJ groans against your lips. The gasp you let out is small, startled, as you feel him, hard against you.
“We don’t have to,” JJ reminds you, though the id in him is crying out yes, we do. Please.
You shake your head, hands still on his face. “I want to.”
Thank fucking God.
As the two of begin to kiss again, JJ lets his hand creep up your stomach. His fingers gently trace up the soft skin. He feels the ripples of your breaths as he goes; they’re uneven. Bringing his hand up to your chest, cupping at the bare skin, you sigh against him. He begins to tenderly palm at your breast, running a finger back and forth over your nipple, grinning to himself as he feels it harden at his touch.
You’re grinding back on him now, making him uncomfortably hard under his boxers, sensitive as he rubs against the fabric. JJ opens his eyes to look up at you, your kiss naturally breaking as you begin to breath more and more heavy. Frowns as he sees you dig your teeth into your lower lip. He lifts his hand from off your thigh to bring his thumb to your lips, tugging it free.
“I wanna hear you,” JJ mumbles, tone only slightly demanding.
You open your eyes. They’re angel-like; innocent and shining under the fairy-light glow. Then, you do something that has him twitching, horny past the point of no return. You take his thumb into your mouth and suckle at his finger. JJ groans at the sight. Jesus Christ. Something in you seems to shine through and take control. You don’t say anything as you hold his hand in both of yours, guiding his thumb out your mouth only to begin sucking on his pointer finger. Your eyes slip shut as you do, as if you’re getting off on doing so, and you sigh out a quiet moan. JJ feels himself begin to smirk, taken aback somewhat. Okay…
Pulling his finger from out of your mouth tentatively, he lets his thumb pinch at your chin. The dampness of your spit streaks onto your skin, if only slightly. JJ suddenly knows what his new favourite thought of you is. Your chest is rising and falling, lips parted, cheeks warm as if there’s a part of you longing to be embarrassed. But you’re not. Not shying away from him, at least. JJ’s hands find the hem of your shirt and coax it over your head. As he goes, he guides you to lie down on your back – head at the foot of the bed – and crawls on top of you. One of your feet hesitantly rubs at the back of his calve. Then your fingers are tugging at the bottom of his top and he leans back to take it off. Easing back down to kiss at your chest, he can’t help but sigh against the sensitive skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Your nails dig into the skin of his back. You don’t reply, but he feels as though you’re shaking your head. Glancing up, he frowns.
“You are,” he repeats.
“Can you not say things like that to me right now…” you mumble, retreating back into yourself.
JJ sighs, somewhat disappointed.
“Sorry,” you add. It makes JJ chuckle, his breath fanning against your chest.
“You don’t gotta be sorry, baby,” he replies, moving to kiss at one of your nipples. One of your hands creeps up to his face, fingers slipping into his hair. A small gasping exhale at the sensation. “Just wish you saw yourself the way I see you, sometimes.”
You’re sighing at the attention he’s giving your body. His hand comes up to grope at your neglected breast. More gasps, more breaths. You’re still so quiet. JJ knows it’s in there, could see it trying to break out when you were sucking on his fingers, he just has to coax it out of you.
Leaning back (a string of spit following), JJ sits back on his haunches and takes you in. Wonders what to do with you, as if you’re fully at his mercy. You’re looking at him, watching him. Laid out on your back, near bare and gorgeous, breathing heavy. You're half covering your chest, not used to being so exposed before someone.
Maybe he’ll just fuck you now. JJ's barely holding it together as it is. No, you’ll be too tight if he does. He has to remind himself that this is new to you. He wants it to be worth it. Wants it to be perfect. Not only that, but he also wants you to appreciate yourself and your body the way he does. Words clearly aren’t gonna cut it; you go squeamish at the faintest of compliments. But maybe…
JJ feels the shadow of a smirk grow on his face with an idea. Makes your lips twitch with a frown, as if confused where his mind might be. The he’s reaching for your spare hand that’s found purchase in the bed sheets. Taking it by the wrist, he guides it over your body, down to your shorts. Your eyes dart up from following it, meeting his eyes. Your lips move as if to say something, but you don’t. So quiet.
“I got an idea,” JJ tells you. He’s so hard it hurts, but he can’t pass up on this opportunity.
Your gaze doesn’t break apart from JJ’s as you let him guide your hand with his under the hem of your shorts. He manoeuvres your fingers easily (you pliant like a doll) and slides it through your folds. You’re soaking. The feel of it makes you gasp. Leaning down, using his other arm to prop himself above you, he guides your conjoined touch back and forth, skimming over your clit. The brief, fleeting touch makes you moan.
JJ smirks. There it is.
“Feel good, huh?” he breaths against your ear, teasingly. You don’t reply but he feels your hand gain more control, working to finger yourself. JJ chuckles. “Knew you were dirty underneath all the good-girl shit you put on.”
It seems that whatever strap was holding you together has snapped. Your honeyed voice is crying out, in moans and whines. Eyes shut, head tilted back, and JJ basks in the sight of you. He gradually lets his hand leave yours, slipping out of your shorts, and watches as you continue getting yourself off underneath your shorts. Chews on the inside of his cheek as he does, bucking against your leg desperately. He can’t help but pull himself out of his boxers, jacking off at the sight. At your sweet, hopeless sounds. Your spare hand is coming to his throat, pulling at his jaw, guiding his lips to yours in a lustful, messy kiss. You’re moaning into his mouth, gasping, voice high and desperate.
“Good girl,” JJ croons. It spurs you on. He’s smirking again, gasping through his own pleasure. Fuck. You’re perfect. How are you so Goddamn perfect?
“You close, baby? You gonna come?”
Your reply comes in a stammered, broken gasp. Yes.
JJ forces his hand from himself, quickly moving to grab at your wrist, pulling your fingers away. They’re drenched. You whine at the loss of contact, so close to the edge it seems, and he chuckles darkly against your jawline.
“Not yet,” he simply says.
As JJ moves to take off your shorts, shucking off his boxers in this process, he catches a glimpse of your hand moving back up your body. His eyes flick up just in time to see you slip your used fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. Fuck. How JJ doesn’t come on the spot is beyond him. You open your eyes, catching his gaze, and meekly pull them from your mouth. Before you can form the inevitable apology you’re bound to give, JJ’s darting down to capture your mouth in a kiss. Then, he’s climbing atop of you, rubbing at your entrance. Has the both of you gasping against one another.
“Wait,” you mumble, pulling back. “We need a condom.”
“Shit, yeah,” JJ pants. He’d forgotten about that. You point vaguely to your bedside table.
“There should be one in there. Somewhere.”
JJ chuckles slightly and nods, leaning back to riffle through. He can’t help but notice the vibrator, making a mental note of that for another day. Finding one, he’s coming back to you, sliding it on, desperate to be inside of you.
Pressing his forehead against yours, he keeps his eyes on you.
“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”
“I will,” you quietly reply, a hand coming up to cup at his jaw.
JJ nods and begins to slide in. His eyes reflexively shut; he can’t help it. It feels fucking amazing. Sex with feelings is better than any kegger hook-up he’s ever had.
But you’re tight, too tight, and it’s like your body is trying to push him out. Opening his eyes, he looks down to see your face twisted in pain, lips pursed and eyes squeezed shut.
“Hey, hey,” he mumbles, thumbing at your cheek. You force your eyes open, gazing up at him. “You gotta relax, alright? Just breath out for me.”
You take a moment then do as he asks. He feels your body soften. Nudging a bit further in, you actively try not to go tight again.
“It’s just me,” he reminds you. “You’re doing so good, alright?”
To keep you lax, he rubs gently at your clit. Eventually, your body opens up to him. Once JJ’s eased all the way in, you’re squeezing him like a vice.
“You can move, JayJ,” you say, almost anxious that he isn’t.
JJ laughs a little. He won’t last a second if he moves right now. Closing his eyes, composing himself, he replies, “I really can’t. Gimme a second.”
Soon enough, the two of you sink into a rhythm. JJ places a hand one side of your head, another on your hip, angling you up slightly. Your back begins to arch and you’re moaning again, and JJ decides that it’s the best sound he’s ever heard. Prettier than when you sing. The sounds echoing off the bedroom walls are filthy enough to make Satan himself blush.
"Fuck baby. Feel so fucking good."
Groaning against your shoulder, moaning into your ear, JJ feels his resolve begin to break. He’s close. The way your body is reacting to him has him thinking you are too. His hand leaves your hip to rub at your clit. Quick, firm circles. You start to gasp, high pitched and euphoric, and JJ know he can’t last much longer. It’s too good.
The moment you finish, JJ lets go. The two of you come almost together, riding it out, clinging to each other as if you’ll float away if not. JJ eventually let’s himself collapse on top of you, breathing shallow and frantic. You’re still clenching around him, body dealing with the aftershocks.
JJ’s not sure how he’s supposed to go about the rest of his life knowing what it’s like to have you in bed. How he’s meant to get anything done with the memory of how you sound, gasping out his name. The picture stained in his mind of you sucking your fingers clean.
He presses a kiss to your damp neck, then another and another until he somehow finds your mouth. You sigh as you kiss him back, a hand coming to cradle at his face yet again. He pulls back, opens his eyes into yours, and you give him the sweetest smile he’s ever seen. Bashful and blissed out and beautiful.
“I love you,” you tell him, still a little breathless.
JJ smiles back. Heart stammers.
You wanted him. You picked him.
Kissing you once more, tender and fleeting, JJ sighs. “I love you too.”
1K notes · View notes
vhagarlovebot · 11 months
Note
FOLKLORE. send me a prompt/kink/scenario and a character, and i will write you a drabble/blurb.
fake dating with tom bennett? congrats on 3k!!
ONLY ONES WHO KNOW.
Tumblr media
pairing: tom bennett x fem!reader.
summary: when you hear news about your mother finding you a husband, you seek comfort in the last person you thought could help you: tom bennett. to your surprise, things take a turn you weren’t expecting.
content warnings: fake dating, flirting, kissing, confessions, just pure fluff.
note: i suck with period dialogues so don’t expect this to have that kind of writing, sorry. if there are any mistakes i apologize but as some of you may know english is not my first language. hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.
Tumblr media
JUST HOLD MY HAND.” you say through gritted teeth, smile plastered on your face, trying not to show how stressed you really are,
“that’s exactly what i’m doing!” tom says, rolling his eyes and looking around even more stressed than you.
tom straightens his tie, his sweaty hand holding yours like his life depends on it.
“if you don’t stay still i swear to god i’m go—” you shut up when you see your mother across de room. “she is here, are you ready?”
he smiles, the first honest smile you’ve seen in the entire night. “i was born ready, love.” tom winks at you and you immediately blush.
looking away you try to calm yourself and remember the reason why you’re doing this. it is definitely going to piss off your mother, she’s never liked tom, and you will also get her off your back.
“remember,” you say as you make your way to her. “be polite and don’t make any witty comments, please.”
“don’t worry.” he wears his singular smirk, the one that makes you weak in the knees, and you force yourself to look straight ahead. but he notices and chuckles, leaning a little bit closer to leave a kiss on your cheek, sending shivers down your back. “m goin’ to be the perfect boyfriend.”
“fake boyfriend.” you emphasize, squeezing his hand as you get closer to the woman. she’s talking with a couple of friends, glass of champagne in hand, but her gaze is on you. your mother is smiling but you know her blood is boiling under that facade.
“still the only boyfriend you’ve ever had.” he mocks you.
you know he’s just teasing you and wants you to react; that’s how tom bennett is, and it’s not the place to start arguing with him, even though you like to rile him up.
“your precious daughter is here!” one of your mother’s old time friend says. she’s wearing a big black hat while one of her hand has glass of champagne and the other a cigarette. only when she leans to kiss you on the cheeks, she notices tom. “and who is this handsome man?”
you make eye contact with your mother and you can see clearly in her eyes how she begs you not to say anything. you hesitate for a second but tom clears his throat and offers his hand.
“the boyfriend, ma’am.”
the gasps are way too dramatic but exactly the reaction you were expecting. however, your mother doesn’t react at all, there’s not a single change in her expression.
“oh, yes!” she finally says, leaving her glass at the table behind her. the fake smile she has reserved for this kind of events makes you nauseous. “we thought it would be a great idea to tell the news today… you know how my daughter loves to be the center of attention.”
tom caresses your hand with his thumb. his jaw is tense and you know he’s probably biting his tongue to not say anything.
“yes!” after a few moments you finally react, you will not let her win, it does not matter how much she pushes. “i really wanted to show him off.” you giggle, and tom plays his part too. he lets go of your hand and pulls you close by the waist while you rest your hand on his chest.
“what a beautiful pair you two are!” another woman says and you can’t believe how fake all these people are.
“enjoy the party.” you smile back at them, taking tom’s hand once again.
“i’ll join you.” your mother says, excusing herself with the group of people surrounding her.
you scoff, rolling your eyes when you turn away. you wish she would’ve stayed with them but she follows you to the garden.
“what are you doing?” she whispers, taking your arm with all the strength she has. and it hurts.
“i don’t know what you’re talk—”
“don’t take me for a fool, child.” a couple walks past you and she lets you go, at what tom immediately moves to stand between her and you, making sure she doesn’t put her hands on you again. “you want to embarrass me? is that what you’re trying to accomplish?”
“not everything revolves around you.” you fight back, the way she acts makes you want to cry. and you think tom notices that because he caresses your back without your mother noticing. “you didn’t think about asking me before trying to send me off to marry some old man?”
your mother’s gaze finds tom and the way she rolls her eyes reminds you of a child throwing a tantrum.
“this will not last.” she breathes through gritted teeth, scowling up at him.
“being mad doesn’t suits you,” you smile, scrunching up your nose. “it makes you look older.” rasing your index finger you caress the point between your eyebrows to show her exactly where her lines of expression are more noticeable.
she sighs, like giving up. but you know that’s not your mother, she may forget all about it tonight just for the sake of her perfect party. “we are going to have a long conversation tomorrow.” then, she turns around and walks away with a broken ego.
“that was scary.” tom says after a long period of silence. you sit on a concrete bench and sigh, already tired of the lie. “i like it.” he laughs and sits beside you. but when you look at him you can’t help but laugh too, pushing him by the chest playfully.
“do you think she believed us?” you ask, playing with your dress. tom reaches for your hand, giving it a little squeeze to make you look at him. when you do, he has a reassuring smile dancing on his lips.
“i do.” he looks inside the house and sees your mother right in his line of vision, keeping an eye on you. “but we have the whole night to keep pretending.”
“i’m sorry for dragging you into this.”
you really are sorry for going to him with your problems because you’re not even friends. you are friends with his sister and you know her well, but with tom is different. all your conversations always end with him flirting with you, although that doesn’t surprises you at all because he is like that with every girl in town. all your friends have fallen for him. and, even if you will never say it out loud, you won’t deny you find him quite easy to the eye or that he makes your heart beat faster every time he’s around.
you went to his house to seek advise from his sister but she wasn’t there, and you were so upset that when he asked you what happened you blurted everything out. after he made fun of your meaningless problems, he really felt pity so you started talking, and you talked for hours. so much that you ended up asking him for help. the last man you thought would ever want to help you.
“i had nothing better to do.” he shrugs, leaning against the back of the bench. “besides, i like to piss off moms.”
you bite the inside of your cheek. “well, i’m still sorry.”
tom sits upright, placing his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, and leans towards you. “there’s something you could do,” he speaks softly as if sharing a secret. “a kiss will make it better.”
“you’re disgusting.” you move away, all the blood from your body going straight to your face.
“even if your mother is looking at us right now?” he says, his eyes fixed on the entrance behind you where your mother is nowhere to be seen.
“she is?!” you ask, surprised.
“don’t look! we don’t want to look suspicious, do we?”
for a moment you think about it. you want her to believe that you and tom are in a relationship. and the last thing you want is for her to suspect and start questioning you.
that thought is what drives you to find balance in tom’s shoulders as your lips collide against his.
his lips aren’t as soft as you though they were going to be but they still make your heart beat faster and your body tickle. it’s definitely not the first time you are kissing a boy but it is the first time you feel something.
your friends always told you when you kiss a boy you see fireworks and all the butterflies of the world in your belly, but you don’t feel anything like that. you feel calm—even though your heart beats like crazy in your chest—and little stars behind your eyes. you like what you feel.
tom cups your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks, and the loud music and people chatting become a light thrum in the background.
it flows naturally, like you were supposed to do it in the first place. it’s a slow and gentle kiss, he leaves his hands on your face to make you feel comfortable and it’s not what you were expecting when you dreamed about kissing tom bennett. you expected him to be smug and get carried away, to feel his hands pressing you against his body. you wouldn’t have minded if that was the case but you like how he keeps you close with a softness you didn’t know tom had in him, like you’re going to break if he tries something more.
after a couple of minutes that feel like hours, tom pulls away and you, instinctively, chase after his lips making him laugh lightly at you.
you feel overwhelmed and dizzy, his lips leaving yours with a tickling sensation as you try to breathe properly again and find the words lost in your mind.
tom doesn’t make fun of you or says something witty to ease the tension like he always does, he just looks at you with his bright blue eyes and waits for you to take the next move; it doesn’t matter to him what is going to be, he will take whatever it is.
“is she still… looking at us?” you still feel like flying after what you experienced and it’s really the only thought coming to you.
he chuckles and shakes his head but still looks behind you, there are people looking at you and they’ll surely tell your mother, but she’s nowhere to be seen. it is then that tom decides to be honest for the first time in his life.
“well,” he begins to say, and you immediately notice he is nervous. there are a few things you’ve learned about tom bennett from all the years you’ve been friends with his sister. his hand running though his hair and the tip of his tongue poking out from the corner of his lips when he’s about to either lie or say the truth is one of those things. “she wasn’t looking. i just wanted to kiss you.”
the way your face heats up makes him smile, which only makes you even more flustered. that confession of his is something you weren’t expecting, but at the same time you know the reputation tom bennett has with the ladies around town.
“do you think of me as another one of your conquests?” you ask him, gaze fixed on the patterns of your dress.
“you think so badly of me?” with his thumb he lifts your chin up but you refuse to look him in the eyes, too flustered still and shy of being so open with him. “don’t you think i have other things to do than just sit all the afternoon in the living room listening to you and my sister gossip while drinking tea?”
his words are enough to make you raise your head and, finally, look at him. the moonlight accentuates the sharp features of his face, giving him almost an angelic look.
“i agreed to do this because not only i don’t want you marrying some old french man.” his hand find yours, fingers playing with your own like two kids too nervous to hold hands. “but because i don’t want you to marry someone else at all.”
if his previous confession surprised you, this one makes your heart stop beating. you look at him trying to find the joke, a part of you expecting him to burst out laughing at any time. but one minute passes, and then another, and he keeps looking at you with all the patience in the world, not rushing you, not pushing you into anything; just giving you all the time you need to absorb all the information he threw you in the face.
do you like him? do you feel the same way? you have to admit you find him rather handsome. his blonde hair, puffy lips and blue eyes have appeared in your dreams more times than you can count. you’ve also find yourself daydreaming as you watch him across the room, sitting in the armchair smoking as his sister tells you the new gossips you don’t hear because you are too lost in your mind. you always listen attentively to everything he has to say, mesmerized by the way he expressed his beliefs, how despite showing to everyone that facade of ‘i don’t care about anything’ deep down he really cares. a lot. but he only lets it show with the people he trust the most. and recently you’ve noticed that you are one of those people. you enjoy his company and anecdotes, you make sure to stay at his house way past your curfew so he can walk you home and you can listen to his jokes and laugh at them, and talk and brush your hands and feel your whole body tickling by the proximity neither one of you dares to close.
do you feel the same way about him? in all honesty, you never considered it because you never really thought tom would feel something for you. you thought he just saw you as his sister’s rich and annoying friend who spent way too much time at his house, so he had no other choice but to put up with you and, in the end, he just ended up liking how nice and friendly you really are. you never thought he would see you as something more—as a woman.
you never thought about it until this very moment where he looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world, like you’re the sun and the stars and the most precious of all gems.
and just like that you don’t even have to think about it.
“oh my mother is going to be so pissed off.” that’s all he needs as a confirmation to crash his lips against yours. this time he’s not gentle but it doesn’t matter, because you pour all your feelings into that searing kiss. a kiss that leaves no doubt that you are both finally alive.
489 notes · View notes
Text
sirius black fic recs (2/2)
Tumblr media
you are responsible for the content you consume‼️
✧*:·˚ hi everyone!! here is a list of all the fics that are my favs with tagged writers/authors ✧*:·˚
✧*:·˚ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each writer!! ✧*:·˚
✧*:·˚ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ✧*:·˚
✧*:·˚ also, if you'd like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ✧*:·˚
°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。
☽ ☾ forever by @v1oletvenus sirius black x reader | post hogwarts but pre-azkaban sirius black x fem reader, unforgiveable curses thrown about, angst and then v fluffy ending, quite a long fic
-after a death eater attack, sirius decides he can't wait any longer to call you his.
☽ ☾ sirius baby blurb by ^ sirius black x fem!reader | pissed off james potter lmao, making out, fluff
-you went away for the weekend, and sirius misses you while you're not at hogwarts.
☽ ☾ i've got you by ^ sirius black x fem! reader | best friend roomate and kinda simp!, modern college/university au, crying, mentions of vomit (not the reader or sirius), mentions of alcohol & drunkeness, comfort & fluff
-your roomate sirius has a realisation when he's taking care of you after a night out.
☽ ☾  smut blurb by @silverdelirium sirius black x reader | smut (fingering, squirting, innocence kink, daddy kink, dacryphillia, mirror kink (?), praise, humiliation, begging, overstimulation)
-sirius fingers you in front of a mirror
☽ ☾ hurt/comfort blurb by @luveline sirius black x reader
-a hurt/comfort with sirius where reader feels like she's a horrible person and always thinks the worst of herself
☽ ☾ rockstar blurb by ^ rockstar!sirius x reader
-he's on tour and reader calls from home and just mentions she's been a bit sick and he drops everything to come home and take care of her and she's just beyond surprised
☽ ☾ truth serum by ^ sirius black x fem!reader | spiked drink, 1.3k
-you can't hide the truth from sirius, and he doesn't want to try
☽ ☾ fainting by ^ sirius black x fem!reader
-"hey, sweet girl," sirius says. a saccharine pet name said rather simply, smoke blown from either corner of his mouth. "you okay?" 
☽ ☾ in love by ^ sirius black x fem!reader | 1k
-him and reader have been together for awhile maybe since they were like 18/19 and them and being still super in love foreva! cliche couple loveliness
☽ ☾ sirius doting on the reader by ^ sirius black x fem!reader | 1k
-sirius is usually so reserved and stoic and they're out with his friends and they're all making fun of him for being so lovey and doting on reader
☽ ☾ hockey!sirius by ^ sirius black x fem!reader | 1k
-hockey!sirius flirting with a reader who is not yet his girlfriend
Tumblr media
☽ ☾ prongs' baby sister by @sirisuorionblack sirius black x fem!potter!reader | cursing, 3k
-you were just prongs' sister. atleast that's what sirius said to supress his feelings but one ball and a few conversations with his best friends proved him wrong. 
☽ ☾ our little secret by @pregnant-piggy sirius black x reader | fluff, 3.3k
-‘you're really going for that shirt?’
☽ ☾ rockstar!sirius by @moonbcrry sirius black x reader
-rockstar!sirius would 100% use your voice as an intro/outro to his song. whether it be a voicemail or just some stupid shit he got you saying on camera
☽ ☾ staring by @roxetteblack sirius black x reader | kissing and heart wrenching fluff
-you enjoy admiring your boyfriend.
☽ ☾ unexpected by @redtaylorsversiongirlie sirius black x fem!reader | cheating, smut (oral - both receiving, vaginal sex)
-sirius would never expect that his girlfriend would cheat on him, let alone him having sex with the girlfriend of a man his girl cheated with.
☽ ☾ throat training w sirius black by @cosmal sirius black x gn!reader | smut (male receiving oral, eager reader!, throat training, face fucking), 1.4k
-sirius trains you to deep-throat him. you seem more eager than he does.
☽ ☾ grumpy!sirius x sunshine!reader by @familyvideostevie sirius black x fem!reader | fluff, 1k
-grumpy!sirus and sunshine!reader/ sunshine and sunshine protector
☽ ☾ sirius blurb by ^ sirius black x gn!reader | fluff, 0.8k
-reader taking off sirius' makeup and it's just a soft and giggly moment
☽ ☾ sweet sirius blurb by ^ sirius black x gn!reader | fluff, 1k
-he and reader are at a new years party and reader is slowly becoming more and more overwhelmed but doesn’t want to ruin sirius’ fun so they just quietly slip away. but of course sirius notices.
☽ ☾ apparition accident by @mediocre-daydreams sirius black x reader | mutual pining, sirius is so jealous of jily, a few swears, suggestive moments, remus likes crosswords, soft! sirius, 3.5k
-sirius accidentally apparates into your bed instead of his.
☽ ☾ rip off by ^ sirius black x slytherin!potter!reader | 2.9k
-sirius is so enamored with you, his best friend's sister, that he's too distracted to play properly. when a poor play by sirius renders you severely injured, he and james must handle the aftermath.
☽ ☾ shakespearean by ^ sirius black x gn!reader | friends to lovers, fluff + jealous! emotionally incompetent!sirius, name puns, one swear?, 1.6k
-after taking etiquette classes, sirius confesses his feelings for you in shakespearean.
☽ ☾ push and pull by @cloudspotterclub sirius x fem!reader | fluff, angst, lots of pining, 5.1k
-sirius isn't used to rejection, especially not from you. while he claims his feelings are genuine, you aren't keen on trusting him just yet. as the christmas ball approaches, the two of you struggle to contain your growing emotions, and you can only stay away from each other for so long.
☽ ☾ resurrection by @sof1shticated sirius black x reader | angst !!!, 2k
-this takes place in the future, like 9 years since the battle of hogwarts, sirius is dead, a lot of being sad about death, but also happy moments, all canon deaths happen. mentions of death, who knows there might be inaccuracies as to how the stone is used
☽ ☾ watch over you by @scvrllet the marauders x platonic!fem!reader | angst
-the marauders may have passed but that doesn’t mean they have left you
Tumblr media
☽ ☾ dote on me by @yellow-berrys sirius black x fem!reader | mentions of a bad childhood, mentions of smoking, drinking and illicit substances
-you are completely oblivious to the way sirius black dotes on you, and think that the way you're infatuated with him is completely one-sided. but he begs to differ.
☽ ☾ december boy, losing joy by ^ sirius black x fem!reader | allusions to a rough childhood and mention of cigarettes
-rockstar!sirius black proposing to you, and the show that made him realise he would do it. established relationship.
☽ ☾ honey by ^ sirius black x reader
-you and sirius black are pining over each other. the story of it.
☽ ☾ express reunion by @lizard-on-a-window-pane sirius black x fem!reader | nsfw (minors do not interact!), established relationship, soft sirius, fem!reader, sex, fingering, p in v, dirty talk, excessive use of the word fuck, a semblance of a plot, no Peter, sorry peter people, 3.3k
-you and sirius haven’t seen each other all summer, and some things just can’t wait till after such a long train ride.
☽ ☾ now i'm covered in you by @whorediaries-09 sirius black x reader | 18+ content
-soft sirius having a breeding kink
☽ ☾ take another drag by ^ dealer!sirius black x reader | 18+ content, usage of drugs
-'i'll give you your money!' you screams are muffled by a thud as he pushes you against the wall, his hand enclosing around your chin.
☽ ☾ isn't it lovely by @howlyourmelancholy sirius black x reader | sub/dom tones. subspace. aftercare. sirius praising his girl like it's second nature. reader being entirely smitten with him also a bit of a nympho. sirius also being his smug, teasing self.
-in which he gives you aftercare
☽ ☾ cute blurb by @ddejavvu clingy!sirius black x shy!reader
-this is the third time in two minutes that sirius's hand has stroked a feather-light touch over your knee, and you jerk away from the ticklish touch just the same as you had the last two times.
☽ ☾ sirius' son by @soupandsimple dad!sirius black x mom!reader
-your son gazing at you lovingly just like sirius does
☽ ☾ halloween party by @bruisedboys sirius black x shy!fem!reader
-you’re an odd mixture of nervous and bubbly as you and sirius make the rounds at james and lily’s halloween party.
☽ ☾ marauders by @moonstruckme  poly!marauders x fem!reader
-casual dom!marauders
☽ ☾ good morning to you, too by @igncrantbliss  sirius black x reader
-waking sirius up with a handjob, okay okay. (it’s all consensual i promise)
☽ ☾ love and mandrakes by @bookshelf-dust sirius black x gn!reader | swearing, fluff, 5.2k
-the greenhouse windows are frosty this morning, and you can feel the chill seeping in through the thin glass panes. you fight the urge to lift your finger, using the tip to draw a face in the condensation gathering on the one nearest you. 
Tumblr media
265 notes · View notes
roosterforme · 1 year
Text
3k followers drabbles
Tumblr media
To celebrate 3000 followers, let's have a Dagger DILFs party! Send me an ask with your DILF related thoughts about our dagger men, and I'll write you a blurb! These blurbs could be sweet or smutty or anything in between. Just as long as they are about our aviators as Daddys (both literally and metaphorically...)
Wedding Day Jake
Rooster's Wife vs the PTA Moms
A Glimpse at B&BG in the Future
A Glimpse at B&BG in the Future 2
Rooster Wants a Night With Wifey
Admiral Coyote
First Days of School with Bob
Girl Dad Rooster
Bob and His Bratty Princess
Bob's Tiny Twin
Rough with Payback
First Steps with Jake
Bradley Starts Fresh
Lunch From Jake
Bob's Wife is a Saint
Jake is Handsy
Fanboy's Twins
Daddy Bradley Tea Party
Jake Has Teenagers
Rooster Loves to Snuggle
Fanboy Meets His Match
Bob's Breeding Kink
Jake's Breeding Kink
Rooster Does Disney
Fanboy in Glasses
Jake is Your Favorite Necklace
Coyote's Worst Nightmare
Rooster Dating a Younger Woman
Bob's Cool Glasses
Jake's Neighbors
BBQ Daddy Bradley
DILF Trifecta
Jake's Surprise
HCs Bob When You're Pregnant
Beach Daddy Rooster
Cowboy Jake
Rooster Gives You a Break
Coyote Fights Sexism
Jake Loves Mama
Bradley Goes to Career Day
Jake, Stop Touching Your Wife
Bradley Teases His Wife in Public
Bob Will Always Love His Son
Jake is Hard to Forget
Rooster is a Caregiver
Jake Knows No Shame
Rooster at the Playground
Aftercare with Jake
Bradley's Wife is a MILF
A Night in With Jake
Bradley Bradshaw, Husband of the Year
Coyote Proposes
Bradley and the Babymoon
Jake is a Sports Dad
Payback Teases His Wife
Jake at the Dance Recital
Bradley, The Bronco and You
Bob Loves Eating Dessert
Bradley is Boob Obsessed
Bob's Perfect Family
475 notes · View notes
mywritingonlyfans · 1 year
Text
Alexander Turner's Masterlist :)
Tumblr media
Here's a link to some quick blurbs you might like!!!
...
LongShot (4,6K) - You always have the urge (fate, honestly) to meet Alex from time to time in the midst of moments in your life, but you never stay close to each other for a long time, after all, he is not your boyfriend. (SMUT)
The Car album is about you (3,4K) - You and Alex split up but he dedicates the whole new album to you. (ANGST/FLUFF)
'Till you relax me (2,8K) - Alex eating you out until he doesn't feel stressed anymore because it relaxes him. (SMUT)
Straps and fun (1,3K) - It's a pegging Alex fic. (SMUT)
Cozy Moments (622) - Sharing quality time with Alex. (FLUFF)
Too busy being yours (1,1K) - You feel uncomfortable with the amount of people who keep hitting on Alex, and even with you trusting him, Alex decides to kiss at one of the parties, even though you are super shy, so you can mark territory. (FLUFF)
Home (1,1K) - Taking care of Alex after time withoout seeing him. (SMUT/FLUFF)
Suck and see it (8,5K) - Alex is in a honeymoon phase of dating someone (you) who is out of his league. Moments together and him realizing how much you love each other, from him going to a famous college sports game just to watch you dance, car trips together, and you meeting the boys and going to a small concert at the band for the first time. (FLUFF/SMUT)
Period pain (873) - Alex taking care of you while you're in your period. (FLUFF)
Shared Hearts (5,3K) - It's your wedding and during the description of the event, some moments that you lived together that led to the decision of the wedding itself were written. (FLUFF)
Ethereal Night (2,5K) - Face fucking with Alex fic, so that's all. And yes, it is after a band show and after watching him beautifully on stage and about him wasting his tension and energy down on you. (SMUT)
In his Touch (4K) - First time with a innocent and young reader. (SMUT)
Alex's love language (1,5K) - You're going through hell at work and Alex tries to make things easier for you. + how you handle arguments. (FLUFF)
Freshness Part 1 of 2 (6,9K) Part 2 of 2 (8,4K) -You're in your first years of college and you are interning in something related to the band while they're in a small tour. You get Alex's attention in the process and things develop into much more than just leering exchanges. AGE GAP FIC. (SMUT)
Daddy's girl (1,4K) - A dad to daughter heart to heart convo. His kid is feeling insecure and he's helping her with that. (FLUFF)
Heartstrings / Single!Dad Alex (3,7K) - Bonus! Alex giving Bella meds. - Reader getting to know Alex's daughter for the first time. also, her letting it slip that Alex loves you before he tells you that properly. (FLUFF)
Your girl (3K) - Alex feeling a little insecure about being right for Reader and your assuring him. (SMUT)
Bearded Alex (2K) - Sitting on Alex face. (Smut)
Teacher's pet Part 1 of 3 (9.3K) Part 2 of 3 (9K) Part 3 of 3 ( ) - (Age Gap/Smut) Alex, an undergraduate professor, wasn't known for his friendliness until he found himself gradually warming up to you. Your remarkable writing skills, particularly directed at his class, heightened his interest even further. He's determined to show you firsthand just how talented you are, even if the journey is challenging. Eventually, both of you realize that resisting this connection is futile, and you must let go of your inhibitions to explore what lies ahead.
Your boy (3,1K) - Reader feels briefly insecure and Alex is there to listen to you. (SMUT)
Ecstasy (3,7K) - Wax play, a bit of breeding kink and Alex on control. You like the idea of the burning pain and Alex is ready and can't stop thinking of it. This was shamefully inspired by this wonderful fic! by @/neoyongz (SMUT)
Sunlit Serenade (1,7K) - It's literally something about having (intimate!) sex on a private beach. (SMUT)
Stitches (1,7K) - You as a young med giving stitches to a cute rockstar. (FLUFF)
Nurturing love (4,5K) - Taking care of Alex while he's with laryngitis, spending time together, there's one marriage proposal and cute talks and reader watching glasto with the other gfs.
418 notes · View notes
chvoswxtch · 7 months
Note
Congratulations on 3k!!! You deserve all of that and more!!! Thank you for all your hard work and excellent writing!!! <3
Can I request a midnights (from the vault) ticket with either Matthew or Frank (up to you because for the life of me I couldn’t decided. I feel it fits Matt better but Frank is my number 1 boy 🥴) with the quote “You, you love it how I move you. You love it how I touch you. My one, when all is said and done. You'll believe God is a woman”
oh nonnie, i know frank is your main guy, but this song is so matty coded
and y'all know i love some good slutty religious imagery
thank you so much for stopping by the tour!!! 🖤
as a reminder, from the vault means it's spicy! (minors dni)
blurb below the cut
god is a woman (matt's version) (from the vault)*
Tumblr media
when all is said and done / you’ll believe god is a woman
Matt didn’t think it was humanly possible to feel this way. He was suspended in a delectable juxtaposition of his body feeling so tightly wound up, but also so completely free despite his righteous fists being pinned to the mattress above his head. His pleas for mercy got mistranslated on their journey from his brain to his tongue and ended up becoming repetitive prayers for more.
But you didn’t punish the Devil for his greed.
Instead, you granted him exactly what he asked for.
After all, he’d been such a good boy. Matt never hesitated to drop to his knees to beg for your forgiveness when another late night turned into another early morning with cold, empty sheets. He often sought retribution at the altar between your thighs, confessing his sins with his wicked tongue tracing each letter of his prayer of penance against your clit. He’d stay on his knees and worship you for as long as you could stand it, and then he’d seek communion in your body, and only when you baptized his greedy cock with the pure essence that flooded from your temple did he finally feel forgiven.
But tonight, you weren’t waiting for Matt to attend worship on his own. You were demanding it.
The fucked out look on Matt’s face as you rode his cock and held his strong hands captive, rendering him fully at your mercy, sent a surge of power through your veins. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, the most feared man in the city, was writhing and whimpering beneath you, begging and pleading, and it made you feel like a God. 
Moving your hips in slow, purposeful circles, you elicited the most beautiful hymn from Matt’s lips. He was so close to escaping purgatory, the entrance to the heaven within you dangling in front of him like enticing forbidden fruit. An angelic note of faux sympathy sounded from your lips as you stared down at him.
“You need it, don’t you baby?”
Every single one of Matt’s senses were completely overstimulated, and he was nearly on the verge of tears, he was so desperate. His blank hazel eyes stared up in your direction as if you were the heavens, and his kiss bitten plump lips were parted as he panted, calling out your name over and over like you were the only deity he could remember the name of. He prayed harder to you than he had ever prayed for anything in his entire life. He needed you to grant him permission to the Eden within your walls.
“pleasepleasepleaseplease…”
A deviant grin stretched across your lips watching your Devil fall from grace.
“Let me have it, Matty. Give it all to me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, and you knew he would. Matt was devoutly and irrevocably yours; body and soul. 
And at that moment, his God was a woman, and it was you.
157 notes · View notes
dr-aculaaa · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
1990s!Steve Harrington x fem!Reader
read the Dad!Steve Sunday Morning series here
Before that old house just at the top of a slight sloping hill with a swinging bench in the wraparound deck, before you even owned the keys to those cherrywood feather river doors- it was just the two of you in that little studio apartment, hungover from last night’s show, sharing leftover Lucky Dragon egg rolls and veggie lo mein. Major League Baseball is on strike while you and Steve watch Seinfeld every Thursday night.
Lazy Morning Smut Request
90s!Steve Long Hair Edits
Northern Sky (wc: 12.5k) - You and Steve told your girls how you met, but here’s the other half of the story that you’ll never tell: sharing a brown bagged peach schnapps and stumbling into your room after getting lost on the way back to the hotel. You’ll have to see if Munson’s Hunch is right or not. drunk smut.
Northern Sky - First Dance art
Comedown (wc: 2k) - something new in the bedroom after going to an opening for photographer!reader’s newest piece. Smut.
Now and Then - Edit
At the bar with Steve and his friends - Edit
Vienna (wc: 3k) - Birthday blurb compilation.
I’ll Be Seeing You - Christmas, 1981 (wc: 1.5k)
Ride ‘em Cowboy - music blurb
In the Warm Room - 1994 (wc: 1.2k)
In the Warm Room - 1995 blurb
In the Warm Room - 1996 (wc: 2k)
Hairy Husband - Art
By the Window - Edit
Big Ears - Art
Seeing Titanic in 1997
Snowy Woods blurb
Pegging Blurb
Did You Just Order a $5 Shake? (wc: TBA) - It’s your first October together and you knew Steve was too good to be true- he doesn’t like Halloween! Still, he lets you dress him up as the Vincent to your Mia, and the two of you head uptown to party. Your plan was to show Steve a good time and change his mind, but you drank too much, and now you’re fighting in the bathroom. angst. hurt/comfort.
Wild Horses (wc: TBA) - Your wedding with Steve is only three months away and nothing is going the way you planned. After recovering from an argument that started over Chantilly Lace versus Swiss Coffee, Steve reminds you who that special day is really for- so you pack a weekend bag and head to Atlantic City. His mom was a tough nut to crack, what is she going to think of you now that you’re eloping in New Jersey. Honestly? From the way Steve’s looking at you while walking on the boardwalk tonight- you couldn’t really give a damn. angst. comfort. Oh, the comfort.
warnings: 18+ mature content (minors plz dni) no use of y/n, there will be more smut in this series, romanticized city life, early relationship (dating + engagement) a sprinkle of Steve’s trauma, food mentions, alcohol, drugs, smoking, Reader doesn't eat meat, no physical descriptions of photographer!Reader besides outfits & hair lengths
232 notes · View notes
gurugirl · 2 years
Text
Stepdad!Harry AU - Quickies Masterlist
This is where I'll be keeping all of my stepdad!harry content.
Each one shot can be read as stand alone - no need to go in order! This is mostly plotless (or very plot-light) smut and filth. Enjoy!!
WARNING: ⛔️ Dark!Harry content - Read all warnings in each post before continuing ⚠️
A/N: Just for a little content description - both stepdad!harry & y/n are adults (she's 22, he's 28 so not even much of an age gap). She met him as an adult and doesn't look at him like a father figure. This isn't incest kink and it's barely stepcest kink due to the fact that Harry isn't a father figure for our adult reader/main character. Figured I'd make this clear. xoxo
Tumblr media
(oldest to newest)
Breakfast With Harry* (1.4k words)
where you and stepdad!Harry have a very inappropriate relationship behind your mom’s back - dark!Harry content ⛔️⚠️
Open Up Wide* (1.4k words)
stepdad!harry and you are at it again - he can't stop going to you for what he needs and you can't tell him no, even when your mom is at home - dark!Harry content ⛔️⚠️
Sunscreen* (1.2k words)
stepdad!Harry sends you into the house to reapply your sunscreen but he also has other plans - dark!Harry content ⛔️⚠️
The Guest Bathroom* (1.8k words)
where Harry doesn’t like it when he sees you flirting with someone else - dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
Intimate*(1.7k words)
it’s movie night and Harry fucks you on the couch your mother is asleep on, and some feelings pop up - dark!Harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
Need You* (2.2k words)
you get drunk at a party and call your stepdad to come pick you up but the ride home is anything but boring - dark!Harry content ⚠️⛔️
Now Clean Up Your Mess* (2.9k words)
The one where you want your stepdad, Harry, to take your virginity and so he does - dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
Brat* (1.6k words)
You’ve been a brat all day knowing your mom has the day off and you and Harry can’t be together - and there’s nothing he can do about it since your mom is there. Or is there? dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
That's Only For You* (4k words)
you’ve been away for a week on vacation and you and Stepdad!Harry missed one another - enough that you both admit some feelings. dark!harry content (bc it's stepdad!harry) ⚠️ ⛔️
Reader Ask - Super Short (283 words)
ask: hii gurugirl I have a request for stepdad harry: imagine wearing some joggers and a sweatshirt and when harry pulls them down he just sees your cunt bursting out of your pretty thong. dark!harry content (bc it's stepdad!harry) ⚠️ ⛔️
Selfish* (866 words)
Harry’s fed up with your teasing and he sneaks into your room to fuck you when your mom falls asleep. dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
The Storm* (1,088 words)
Reader request: You’re scared of the storm raging outside so you find yourself in your mom’s room with Harry as he keeps you distracted from the thunder. dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
Kitten Costume* (2k words)
Reader request: You go to a Halloween party dressed as a sexy kitten and Harry's not having it. dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
Soft Stepdad!Harry* (3k words)
Reader request: You're feeling not-so-good, but Harry makes everything all right when he's gentle and tender with you. dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
Vacation Jealousy* (2.1k words)
Reader request: stepdad!harry and y/n on vacation. Y/n gets jealous of her mom and Harry, but Harry likes seeing her jealous and needy so he plays it out for a bit. But eventually he gives into her and reassures her that he only wants her - dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
Bad Decisions* (3.5k words)
Reader request: the one where you go to a party and drink too much. Your bad choices almost cause you to lose Harry for good.
Naughty Panties Blurb* (200 words)
Reader request: you wear slutty panties and Harry punishes you - dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
The First Meeting* (2k words)
Reader request: your first meeting with your mom's boyfriend is anything but typical. dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
The New Year's Eve Party* (3.4k words)
Reader request: your mom throws the best New Year's Eve party and Harry gives you the best orgasm afterwards. dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
Harry & Y/n try anal* (1.5k words)
Reader request: Harry fucks you anally and you love it dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
A Valentine's Day Surprise* (2.9k words)
Reader request: Harry gets you a special Valentine's Day gift dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
A Close Call* (2.7k words)
Reader request: Harry visits you at your dorm but then your mother makes a surprise visit - dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
The Sweaty Quickie* (888 words)
Reader request: Harry catches you after your run and he can't resist - dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
He's Jealous* (2.3k words)
Reader request: Y/n invites Harry and her mother to an awards ceremony and Harry meets her favorite professor/mentor for the first time. dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
He's In Too Deep* (2k+ words)
Reader request: Harry's pov on hooking up with his stepdaughter. dark!harry content ⚠️ ⛔️
Cheeky* (2.3k words)
Reader request: Harry's pov - a summer day out on the boat and Harry is unable to resist you, despite your mom and friend being around.
Birthday Girl* (1.3k words)
It's your birthday and you need a little something that only Harry can give you before all the festivities begin.
Jewel* (2.3k words)
You get a tongue piercing and Harry wants to test it out.
Liking stepdad!harry? support me? 😘
Main masterlist 💕
Xoxo
2K notes · View notes