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The Slytherin Boys as Disney Princes

Ft. Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Blaise Zabini, Tom Riddle, Draco Malfoy, and Lorenzo Berkshire. Also features x f!Reader as their equivalent Disney princesses.

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From the Wizarding World to magical fairytales, let’s crown our beloved Slytherin boys as the following Disney princes:

Theodore Nott as Prince Charming (Cinderella)

Note: Prince Charming doesn’t have much personality in the original 1950s film, but we learn more about him in later films, where I drew information from.

✭ Raised in privilege as a prince, Theodore Nott lived a very charmed life just as the name Prince Charming suggests.

✭ With only royals and commoners to distinguish class, he is less prejudiced and more accepting of others. His father taught him at an early age that they have a responsibility to their people just as their people serve them.

✭ Because of this, he is open and friendly to everyone, including animals. He was once hunting down a deer only for it to be a game in the end, him and the deer are actually friends. (Note: Yes this is canon Prince Charming and is very Theo as well.)

✭ If Disney were less wholesome, Theo as Prince Charming would have regular lovers, but it will only always be physical. He has not yet found a connection with anyone, but it doesn’t matter because he enjoys sex. He certainly never runs out of women to sleep with.

✭ Beneath all the charm, he secretly hopes to find a love match. The kind of relationship that transcends strategy and status. He longs for passion and romance, much like in the books he reads in the castle’s library, though he’ll never let anyone know.

✭ His father in the meantime is keen to see him married to an eligible maiden so he threw a ball. He rolled his eyes and yawned when no one was looking, initially bored because he still couldn’t find the connection he longed for. At this point, he doubted he’d ever find it.

✭ Then he met you. You in your light blue dress and glass slippers. Everything about you sparkled and it ignited something in his heart. He never knew romantic love before you, but he recognized it right away.

✭ He wouldn’t care that you were a commoner, he’d admire your courage and kindness once he got to know you. Besides, true love was far more valuable than any precious metals and gems.

✭ After you ran off, your glass slipper gave him hope. He was going to stop at nothing to find you, his true love.

Mattheo Riddle as Flynn Rider (Tangled)

⋆☀︎. Left to his own devices, Mattheo Riddle would go on countless adventures across different kingdoms and forests, thieving only as a means to an end so he could survive.

⋆☀︎. He enjoys the rush, being chased by the authorities and not being held down by rules or responsibilities. (Except they can never get his damn nose right on Wanted signs despite the distinct cut he has on the bridge of his nose iykyk.)

⋆☀︎. With his charming personality and irresistible smolder, he’s an expert in banding together with fellow criminals and often smooth talks his way into ladies’ beds. All temporary partnerships for his on-the-go lifestyle.

⋆☀︎. Until one day he comes across you, the girl with golden hair and big eyes — not to be underestimated with your ferocious pan wielding tendencies. He learns the last part a little too late, the hard way.

⋆☀︎. As he promised to take you to see the floating lights in exchange for the crown, he finds himself having fun swinging his fists and learning about your power to bring out the good in people.

⋆☀︎. You managed to charm tough guys in a bar, getting them to talk about their dreams—of being a florist, of performing on stage, and of falling in love. He realizes it may not be so bad to go on adventures with someone else.

⋆☀︎. He was already mesmerized before he learned about your magical hair. He saw the light within you long before that enchanted night when lanterns floated through the air like stars hung low just for you. And of course, they were always meant for you.

⋆☀︎. Before Mother Gothel could plunge the weapon in him, he already knew he was a goner. He knew he could never go back to who he was. He was now and forever going to be a moth to your flame, your soul as radiant as the sun even long after your golden hair turned brown.

Blaise Zabini as Kristoff (Frozen)

•❅*ִ Much like Kristoff, Blaise Zabini exudes a quiet confidence that does not need to declare itself.

•❅*ִ As an ice harvester who works with ice picks, hooks and ropes, he has an athletic build and a tough exterior, but do not be fooled for he has a soft heart within.

•❅*ִ Having grown among trolls and reindeers, he sometimes gets frustrated when interacting with people. He believes reindeers are better than people, but all that changes when he meets you.

•❅*ִ He is very practical and honest, but when he is blunt he often means well. He is quick to call you out on the fact that you’re about to marry a man you hardly know.

•❅*ִ He initially agrees to help you end winter to save his ice business and get a new sled. However, the more challenges you face together, he grows to admire your fearlessness and determination.

•❅*ִ While you initially find him to be annoying, you soon discover his charming and funny side.

•❅*ִ He will however suppress his feelings for you, thinking it’s better to let it go because you’re already engaged anyway. But when truths are revealed and no one is who they appear to be, you’ll melt his frozen heart with a kiss on the cheek.

Draco Malfoy as Li Shang (Mulan)

✿ To Draco Malfoy, loyalty and family legacy is important, just like Li Shang who aims to be just as great as his father, the head of the Imperial Chinese Army.

✿ He is disciplined and has mastered both physical and strategic ways of waging war. He has a lot of traditional beliefs, including making a man out of his troops using elaborate physical training.

✿ He starts questioning those beliefs when he sees your determination as Ping, using both weights to climb up the pole even though it took you countless failures throughout the night. What were these confusing feelings in his chest?

✿ Yet he couldn’t deny it, nor would he try. He was ready to lay his life down for you even before you saved him. It didn’t take him long to return the favor when he found out you were a woman and so he spared your life.

✿ Despite his firm upbringing, he was always loyal to his heart. Even though you betrayed the army, he knew your intentions had been good and that your hard work made you a skilled soldier.

✿ He listened and trusted your last ditch efforts to save the Emperor, even resorting to cross dressing as part of the plan. It all paid off as you saved the Emperor and all of China.

✿ In the end, you were absolved of your deceit and honored for your heroism, finally letting your reflection show who you are and what you’re made of. Your final crime was stealing his heart.

Tom Riddle as Aladdin (Aladdin)

✶ Tom Riddle grew up as an orphan and resorted to a life of crime to survive in Agrabah. Secretly, he enjoyed it too.

✶ Smitten by your beauty, he saved you from a merchant at the market and he was impressed with your agility when it came to dodging the authorities.

✶ When you reached Aladdin’s home, you revealed you were from the palace and left thinking you’d never see him again. He longed to visit the palace to get another glimpse of your beauty.

✶ Named as a diamond in the rough, Jafar recognized Tom’s talent and recruited him to steal the magic lamp from the Cave of Wonders. Encouraged by the promise of riches (therefore power) and a subconscious need to please Jafar, he takes on the task, saving a magic carpet in the process.

✶ Back at the palace, your father sought to marry you off to find a successor to his throne. You met suitors, including a flashy prince called Ali from Ababwa.

✶ On a magic carpet ride, you trick Ali into admitting he’s the thief you previously met at the market. He manipulates you into thinking he’s the prince and the thief persona was just an act for him to get to know the city better.

✶ When Jafar uncovers Tom’s identity, he steals the magic lamp and wreaks havoc using the genie’s wishes. Understanding Jafar’s ego, he tricks him into wishing to be the most powerful being in the universe, which imprisons Jafar in his own lamp as a genie.

✶ Instead of using his last wish to continue being the rightful prince who can marry you, he used it to free the genie, as he has now learned how power corrupts others. It wasn’t worth it.

✶ Crowned as the next sultana, you recognized how our actions and choices defined us. Despite Tom’s manipulations, he showed up and was willing to learn. He was not afraid to look into the dark and make the right decisions when it mattered, a husband fit for a ruler.

Lorenzo Berkshire as Jack Frost (Rise of The Guardians)

Before you come at me, I know Jack Frost is not a Disney prince, but I’m a Jelsa truther so here we are.

❅ Lorenzo Berkshire mirrors Jack Frost’s love for mischief and games. As the guardian of fun, he enjoys playing harmless tricks on children and hearing them laugh as a result.

❅ Beneath the playful exterior, he deeply cares for those around him, having saved his sister from a frozen lake. His ultimate sacrifice led to his untimely demise, which the Man in The Moon rewarded him by making him immortal and granting him powers.

❅ He never found much need for romance, opting to spend his days playing with children and visiting his fellow guardians instead. Until one day, he visits the Enchanted Forest and comes across you, its mighty protector.

❅ Despite the initial distrust, he wins you over with his easy smile and sincerity. You never realized it until then, how lonely it was to be an ice queen without her king.

❅ Jack was also amazed to find someone else who could play with the magic of snow. He felt seen and understood like never before. For once, the loneliness in his heart melted away.

❅ So you spent your days together, laughing over silly jokes and exchanging stories. The cold never bothered you, but being with him made you understand why people enjoyed the sweetness of hot cocoa and why they cuddled close to a fire.

❅ Both your friends and family were happy for you. One day, Jack asked you to invite everyone so you can have a contest on who built the best sculptures. Your audience and judges comprised of Jack’s fellow Guardians, Queen Anna and King Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven.

❅ You showed off with iced gardens, towers, and even the shape of Sven, but none was more impressive as when you turned around to find Jack on one knee, a gleaming diamond in his hand. It was a picture perfect moment with ice sculptures in the background, celebrated with loved ones.

❅ And soon, the ice queen would never be without her king.

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buckysgrace · 10 months

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Midnight Hours

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Billy suggests a game for the two of you to play.

Requested and brainstormed with my beloved @Billysbot, I hope you enjoy!!

Content warning: Includes established CNC (consensual - non consent), spitting, light knife play, some cockwarming and forced orgasms.

Please don't read unless you're comfortable!!

“You look so pretty,” Billy mumbled against the curve of your neck as he gently placed a kiss along your skin. You squirmed again, beginning to whine again before he was tightly gripping your hips to stop you, “Relax. Just enjoy my cock.” He spoke, nearly sounding forceful as he tried to keep you from wiggling your hips.

“Can’t,” You mumbled, desperate to try and grind your hips back against him. His cock was throbbing inside of your cunt just enough for you to know he wanted you just as badly, “I want you to fuck me.” You turned to face him, feeling yourself beginning to beg. You pouted out your lips, hoping that it would be enough to convince him.

“Greedy whore,” Billy responded as he squeezed your hips, looking unbothered as ever, “How about we play a little game?” He asked slowly, his hands beginning to dip between your thighs. You gaped, feeling your clit throb in anticipation.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head in agreement, knowing you’d do whatever he asked as long as you got to feel his cock moving inside of you, “What do you have in mind?” You agreed, watching as an amused glint formed in his eyes.

“You’ll see,” He promised as he moved his mouth forward and gently began to pepper kisses along your neck, “Just be a good girl for me.” He squeezed your curves gently, drawing a soft moan from your lips.

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You awoke to the sound of footsteps.

You moved quickly from your bed, kicking off your blankets and turning on your lamp. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you rested on the edge of the bed, unsure of what you were supposed to do. You had gifted your boyfriend a key, but the way the footsteps sounded didn’t remind you of him.

Your breath caught in your chest as your doorknob slowly twisted, then was pushed open with a long creak. You stared as the darkness from the hallway filled your room. You blinked hard, trying to make out any shapes as he stepped inside.

“Billy?” You blinked quickly, feeling disbelief spread through you as you stood from your bed, “What are you doing here?” You asked him quickly, knowing that he was the last person you wanted in your room. You feared what would happen if your boyfriend came and saw you with him. Billy grinned, his smile beginning to light up your dark apartment as he took a step forward and closed the door behind him. You watched, suddenly feeling as if you were trapped.

“I just came to see my favorite girl,” He stepped closer to you, close enough that you found yourself backing against the wall, “Is there a problem?” He tilted his head, mocking your own confusion as you stared towards him. You felt your mouth open then shut again, unsure of what you were supposed to say.

“Yeah,” You told him quickly as you finally found your words, “I’m not your girl anymore. You need to leave. Seriously, how did you even get in?” You asked, beginning to feel irritated from being woken up in the middle of the night. You sighed, pushing the sleeves of your long shirt up your arms. Billy’s eyes flashed as he looked you over, his own annoyance showing on his features.

“Is this his?” He referenced the shirt you wore, his fingers brushing down the front of it. Your breath hitched in your throat as you recognized the look of jealousy and mischief. Still, underneath his touch you could feel your nipples hardening.

“Billy,” You breathed out quickly as you shook your head, “This isn’t funny. You need to leave.” You tried to sound more stern, more forceful so he’d understand just how serious you were. You didn’t like where his actions were leading.

“Oh? I need to leave? I didn’t think you’d be such a little bitch. Here I am, trying to make amends and you’re too busy being a cunt to care.” Billy spit out angrily, obviously not caring what you had to say. He leaned closer to you, his anger spreading into the room as you tried to compose yourself once again.

“I’m sorry,” You told him quickly, knowing how quickly his anger could expand, “I’m just tired. Can’t we talk about this tomorrow?” He grinned from ear to ear, lust shining deep within his blue eyes.

“I wanna talk about this now,” You were shaking your head, frustration building inside of you. His eyes snapped back up to yours before his hands were on the collar of your shirt, tugging on it effortlessly as it tore in his grip. He was shoving it off of your shoulders roughly, your pleas falling on deaf ears as you tried to cover your boobs. His hands were on your waist suddenly, lifting you up high in the air. A gasp left your mouth as you kicked and squirmed, protests leaving your mouth before you were roughly thrown onto your mattress. You gaped as your pillows bounced onto the floor, “It’ll be just like old times.”

“Stop,” You were shaking your head, your hands pressed over your boobs to cover yourself, “I’m with someone else now, we’re over.” You tried to remind him, hoping that he would stop once he came to his senses.

“Like that scrawny boy could treat you good,” Billy smirked, rubbing his fingers down your body, “Don’t I always treat you good?” He asked as his fingers moved to the hem of your panties. You breathed out hard, remembering the good times you had together. That was a long time ago, forgotten just like your favorite dreams.

“I don’t want it.” Tears were forming in your eyes as he yanked your panties down from your thighs so harshly that his rings dragged against your skin. You wailed, trying to kick at him before he was roughly gripping your knees and spreading you far apart. Your heart beat harshly in your chest as his blue eyes looked down upon your wet cunt. He grinned from ear to ear as he took one hand and dragged it along your wet folds. “Look at this,” He hummed, making a show as he rubbed your slick between his thick fingers, “I think you’re a fucking liar.” Your body reacted differently than your mind, your hips jerking up towards him. You moaned, your body warming in humiliation. He smirked at the sound, looking rather pleased with himself as he settled between your legs.

“Bil-,” You were quiet, your words faltering at the sound of his pocketknife opening. It gleamed in the moonlight, reflecting the lust that was shining in his darkened eyes, “Please don’t.” You mumbled instead, still trying to encourage him that it was okay to stop. He didn’t have to go through with this. He could leave you alone and you would forget that he had ever come.

Billy dragged the smooth side of the knife down your soft skin, bringing forth a trail of goosebumps. You were breathing slower, too afraid that he would poke you if your chest fully rose to take a deep breath. He was watching you with a cocky grin

“Should I carve my name into you?” He tilted his head as he spoke, pouting his lips out softly to mock the sound that left your lips, “Let everyone know who you truly belong to?” He inquired, waiting for you to answer seriously. “No.” You told him quickly, your lungs feeling as if they were filled with ice. Billy’s grin grew as he watched you, just barely pressing the tip of the knife against your bare skin. You were suddenly afraid to breathe in case he impaled you.

“Why not?” He tilted his head, looking serious as he spoke. You felt your heart clenching together tightly as fear tightened inside of your stomach. You gulped hard, feeling tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“Please,” You were begging, crying softly, “It’ll hurt. I’ll do anything, please.” You nodded your head reassuringly, knowing that anything was better than feeling his blade pressing into your skin.

“You’ll do anything?” He looked at you seriously, slowly trailing the knife across your abdomen again. You tried to press yourself deeper into the mattress, wishing you could wiggle away from him.

You nodded your head, sniffling to keep your tears hidden away.

“Do you want my cock?” He questioned, looking at you with hungry eyes. You froze, blinking a few times as you tried to process his words. His features turned irritated, “Okay then.” He pointed the sharp side against your skin, just barely beginning to apply pressure to your skin. You whimpered, shaking your head desperately to make him stop.

“Yes!” You shouted hoarsely, blinking away your tears, “I want your cock, Billy. So bad. Just please, put the knife away.” He paused for a moment before he dragged it back along your skin. He hummed softly, circling the blade along your right nipple.

“You’ll be a good girl for me?” He asked, looking down intensely at the way your nipple was hardening against the cold, gleaming knife.

“Yes,” You told him quickly, nodding your head urgently as he pressed the blade against your hard nipple, “I’ll be so good for you, Billy. Please, please just put the knife down.” Your cheeks were raw from crying and you were doing your best to keep from inhaling too deeply, fearing that the motions may cause Billy to cut you. He flicked his tongue across his lips before he smirked.

“Good,” Billy drew out softly as he slowly put the knife back down. You inhaled sharply for the first time, feeling a bit relieved that it was out of sight, “I knew you’d be reasonable.” He told you softly as his hands began to travel up the curve of your hips. You exhaled deeply, feeling shivers beginning to travel up your body.

You were too afraid to say anything else in case Billy tried to pull the knife out on you again. You shook as he spread your legs again and his hands wandered against the curve of your thighs. He squeezed softly, his blue eyes even darker as he examined your wet cunt. His fingertips brushed against your pussy again and he sighed deeply as he rubbed his finger in slow circles against your clit.

“Billy,” Your body jolted from the sensation and you tried to press your thighs together before he was quickly holding them apart again. You gripped your fingers together tightly, forming a tight fist as Billy’s finger dipped from your folds and into your wet cunt. You whimpered at the feeling of his thick finger inside of you, shame burning inside of your chest at the way he laughed, “Please.” You weren’t sure what you were asking of him. Whether you were begging for him to stop or to continue. Your mind was reacting differently than your body was.

He slowly thrusted his finger inside of you, a small sound of pleasure leaving his lips as he watched the way you engulfed his digit. You felt your body twitching, trying to urge you closer to him as he slowly moved his finger in your wet cunt as his thumb played with your clit. You blinked hard as you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to control the pleasure that was forming deep inside of you.

“Such a dirty little girl,” Billy tsked as he curled two fingers inside of your wet cunt, “Look at you, grinding against my fingers like a little bitch,” He grinned mischievously at you, watching the way you tried to hide your face in shame. You bit down on your forearm, trying to keep your moans hidden away from him. He was right though, your hips were grinding against his fingers with a sudden urgency as if he hadn’t just had a knife to your skin.

You kept your eyes away from him, staring at the wall in the corner of your room as if you could pretend that he was someone else right now. His fingers curled deep inside of you, pressing against the area that left your thighs trembling. You jerked against him, arching your hips to meet his thrusting digits. He chuckled, his eyes glued to your body as he finger fucked you.

You could feel your clit beginning to throb as Billy continued to slowly tease you, drawing out the sweetest sounds from your lips as you kept trying to muffle them. His fingers were so thick, pressing so deeply inside of you that you feared you wouldn’t make it. You didn’t want to cum for him, you didn’t want him to think that he could have you that easily.

“Missed the way you taste,” Billy mumbled as he slowly withdrew his fingers, much to your dismay. Your chest felt heavy as you fought between your thoughts and pleasure. You turned to look at him, watching the way he sucked your juices from his fingers. Your body warmed from pleasure as you listened to the way he moaned around his own digits, “So sweet,” He told you seriously as he removed his fingers. He leaned over you, his body trapping your own. You inhaled sharply, your chest nearly touching his from how close he was to you at the moment.

His blue eyes raked over your features, searching the mixture of pleasure and dismay that was mingled about. His warm breath was tickling against your skin, his lips curling into a cocky grin like he knew more than you did. You exhaled slowly, trying to put some distance between the two of you before he was gripping your chin tightly. You froze, glancing towards where he had discarded the knife. He jerked your head, bringing your wide eyes back towards him as he looked at you intensely.

“You said you’d be good,” He reminded you sternly, “Let me take care of you.” He said briskly, his voice warm as he traced the curve of your lips. For a moment you considered biting him but then decided against it. You didn’t want to press your luck with him.

He parted your mouth, dragging two fingers roughly against your smooth lips. He pushed them in slowly, exploring the crevices of your mouth as he pressed his fingers down against your tongue. You moaned at the feeling, pleasure forming in your stomach despite your mind telling you how wrong this was.

His blue eyes examined your features, looking over you closely as he drew his fingers away from your lips. Your mouth was still parted, partially from shock and partially from pleasure when he puckered his lips together and spit onto your awaiting tongue. You froze as his saliva coated the inside of your mouth, sliding down the back of your tongue.

“Look at you, you little whore,” He grinned, sitting back on his knees as he roughly tugged your legs apart again, “What would your little boyfriend say if he saw you like this?” He teased you, looking quite pleased at the way your eyes widened at the remembrance.

“Don’t,” You shook your head, not wanting to think about how wrong this was, “Please don’t.” You begged, trying to think of a way for him to change his mind. His eyebrows furrowed together as he watched you begin to squirm again.

“Don’t be such a little bitch,” Billy smacked the back of your thigh harshly, causing your skin to tingle from the sensation, “I know you want this just as bad,” He hummed, pressing the fat head of his cock against your wet hole. You turned away, feeling shame rise inside of your stomach. Maybe it would be easier if you closed your eyes, pretended you were far away, “Look at me.” Billy commanded, using his other hand to drag your chin back towards him.

You looked up, chest falling at the desire and need that filled the pools in his eyes. He looked desperate, like he was deprived of the one thing he needed. You. You gulped hard, heart hammering as you tried one last time, “Please.” It was barely above a whisper, so quiet that you were sure you had imagined saying it.

Billy’s features softened until a grin formed on his lips. He pressed his thick cock inside of you in one fluid motion, the stretch burning you. You gaped, more tears forming in your eyes as he roughly filled you. He groaned, his head tilted back in bliss as his hands squeezed at your thighs. You were having a hard time breathing, too focused on how thick he was. It felt like he was ripping you apart, but in a good way.

His hands traveled from your thighs to your hips, squeezing them tightly as he pulled back and then slammed into you again. You whimpered, jolts of pleasure kneading against your clit as you slowly adjusted around him.

“Too big,” You whined pathetically, dragging your feet along the curve of the bed, “Won’t work.” You shook your head, trying to plead with him.

“You can take it,” He nodded his head in reassurance, one hand circling around the middle of your back as he slowly positioned himself on top of you. His breath was warm, minty as he stared down at the contorted lines on your face, “You always took my cock so good, baby. Come on, doesn’t that feel good?” His other hand moved from behind your shoulders, squeezing as your shoulder blade as he slowly moved his hips forward again.

You cried out, your fingers finding his broad shoulders as the burning sensation turned to pure pleasure and bliss. You were squeezing him, engulfing his cock and pushing more of him inside of you from how wet you were. Your head found your mattress roughly, squinting your eyes tightly to try and ignore the intimate position you were in.

“Hey,” Billy was squeezing at your shoulder blade, forcing you to look back up towards him, “I asked you a question. Your boy must do nothing for you if you’re already this much of a dumb bitch on my cock.” He smirked, his nose inches from yours as he flicked his tongue across your plump lips. Your fingertips dug into his muscular skin, crying out in pleasure as his cock pressed up against your g-spot.

“Yeah,” You sighed, your back arching as you pressed up against him. Your skin was sweaty, rubbing against his in a fluid motion as his hips repeatedly snapped forward. You were trapped underneath him, feeling small and helpless as he rammed his cock into your wet cunt the way he liked, “Feels good.” Your voice was shrill, higher pitched from the pleasure that was racking through your spine.

“You better be a good little slut and be quiet,” Billy was grinning, grunting as he began to grind his cock into you. Your eyes were fluttering, beginning to shut at the feeling of him pressed so deeply inside of you, “Don’t want your little boyfriend to hear, do you?” He tsked, mocking you as the bed squeaked underneath the weight of you two. The headboard was smacking against the walls roughly, following the movements of his thrusts as he drove his weight into his motions.

“Stop,” You pleaded, shaking your head as your mind became fuzzy from pleasure and guilt. You wanted to kick him away but draw him closer at the same time. In the end, your pleasure won as you moved your hips up against him. You sighed, your nails digging into his skin as you met his thrusts halfway, “Don’t stop.” You breathed out after another thought, your pleasure tickling up your spine. Your brain felt foggy, too overcome with the way Billy was treating you.

“Little slut,” Billy licked the curve of your cheek, groaning deeply in your ear, “You fit around my cock so well. Such a pretty little cunt, hear how much she missed my cock?” Billy’s fingers were digging into the curve of your hip, holding onto you tightly as his thrusts became deeper. Your lips parted in moans as he dragged his cock inside of you, your pussy squelching around him.

You tilted your head in shame, partially hoping he would just get this over with. At the same time, you didn’t want him to stop. Everything felt too good. He was fucking you so deep, so senseless that you were clawing at your skin and begging. You weren’t sure what you were begging for, only that your body was convincing you to let him do whatever he wanted.

Your bed scraped against the floor, the mattress squeaking underneath you as he gave another particularly deep thrust. Your toes curled, your eyes rolling back in awe. Billy’s fingers were pressed so tightly on your hips that you weren’t able to fuck up against him. You wanted more, you needed more.

“Stop,” You pleaded as you shook your head, still trying to be quiet as you remembered his earlier request. You didn’t want to be too loud, you didn’t want your body to respond so freely to him. You could tell it was giving him satisfaction, it was making him proud. Your stomach began to tighten and you could tell you were near, “Stop, please stop.” You begged, wishing he didn’t overpower you so easily.

“S’alright baby,” Billy mocked, moving his hand from your hip to press his fingers down along your clit, “I can feel that you're close, it’s okay.” He promised, his warm breath tickling against your skin. You were writhing underneath him, trying to shake him off of you.

“No,” You whined pathetically, weakly trying to shove his shoulders back away from you, “Don’t want it.” Your body was responding differently, curling up against him as his fingers rubbed against your clit harshly. You jerked forward, your cunt squeezing around him and pulling him in deeper.

“Think you do,” Billy groaned loudly, sounding deep in his own pleasure as he kept the same rough pace. The head of his cock was pressing against your bundle of nerves, pushing inside of you deeper, “That’s it baby, cum on my cock. Such a good girl.” He praised, teasing you as he drew circles on your clit. You cried out, your body squirming as he took your orgasm from you.

You were wiggling, your body shaking from underneath him as you quivered from his powerful thrusts. Your body was too warm, too full of pleasure as he continued to pound into you. He was grunting, tugging at your hair softly as he licked the curve of your parted lips.

“No more,” You pleaded, your body still shaking as your nails dug into his large biceps. He was so large, so thick that you knew there wasn’t a way to push him away from you. He simply laughed, still drawing circles into your clit, “Fuck!” You cried out, your body spasming around him. Billy grunted loudly, his sounds filling the room as he clawed at your hips and shoulder.

“I know he can’t fuck you like this,” HIs voice was husky, sounding raspier the more he pressed into you. His hips were stalling, his movements becoming less frequent, “Gonna fill you with my cum.”

“Not inside,” You whined out quickly, “Please, Billy.” Your fingertips were pushing into his skin, urging his large body off of yours. He groaned, his lips finding the curve of your neck and sucking harshly on your neck like your protests only fueled him on.

“Fuck, fuck,” He ignored your protests, pushing inside you deeply. His cock fluttered inside of you as he came, his warm spunk filling your fluttering hole, “Such a good little whore. You think your boyfriend will know?” You whimpered, trying to shove him away from you as his cum leaked from your hole.

“Please stop.” You cried out pathetically, watching as he sat up on his knees. You looked away, your ears burning from the sound of him removing his cock from you. You could feel the mixture of the two of you leaking from your cunt, “No more.” You told him seriously. Billy grinned, looking pleased with himself as he scooped his spunk onto his fingers. You watched, your eyes widening as he pressed the warm liquid against your lips. You held your mouth together tightly but he forced his fingers past your lips and teeth anyways.

“Swallow,” He commanded, his eyes flickering over the defiance on your face. His cum rested on your tongue and you could feel the urge to spit it out growing, “Do it.” He gripped your nose tightly, using his other hand to cover your mouth so you couldn’t breathe. You struggled for a moment, squirming underneath him before you swallowed his warm liquid with a harsh gulp. He removed his hands slowly, smirking to himself proudly.

“Just let me have a taste,” He grinned at you as he pushed your legs further apart again, “Then it’ll be all over.” He promised, watching the way your chest rose and fell harshly.

He held your legs apart wide, pushing them up towards your knees as he dipped between your legs. He swirled the cum away from your fluttering hole, licking it up before he was crawling over you again. A whimper left your mouth from the sensation he had left against your cunt. Billy parted your lips again, spitting his mixture of cum and saliva into your mouth. You whined, shaking your head and refusing to swallow.

“Swallow it,” Billy demanded, watching you intensely. The taste lingered on your tongue, his warm spunk coating the roof of your mouth. You shook your head again, eyes widening as Billy’s hand descended on you. His index finger and thumb squeezed your nose roughly, while the palm of his hand covered your mouth. You flailed for a few seconds, not wanting to give in. Your cheeks burned from the lack of oxygen, your chest feeling tight before you finally gave in. You swallowed the mixture harshly, squinting your eyes tightly, “See, this would be so much easier if you’d just listen to me.” You whined when he squeezed your cheeks together, shaking your head until you opened your eyes to look at him.

“I’m sorry,” You whimpered as he drew his other thumb across your bottom lip. HIs eyes were gleaming, but his features were still stoic as he watched you, “So tired. I’m so tired, Billy.” You tried softly, hoping that your words would draw him away from you. He had his fun, he could leave now. He could be done with you.

“Oh,” He mocked you playfully, roughly letting go of your cheeks, “We’re just getting started.” You felt the urge to cry again, wishing he would just leave you alone. He gripped a hold of your hair, squeezing it harshly until you were up on your knees.

“No,” You were shaking your head, keeping your lips tightly together, “Won’t do it.” You told him sternly, feeling tears swelling in your eyes again as you looked up towards him. Billy’s lips curled up in irritation before he spoke down to you again. “You will,” Billy spit out harshly, “If you even think about using those teeth I’ll break your jaw, understand?” You nodded, whining pathetically as he lightly smacked your cheek. He pressed his fat tip against your lips, prying your mouth apart as he thrusted into your mouth. You gagged, realizing he was going to use you instead.

His fingers kept a hold of your hair tightly, tugging on it as he forced your mouth up and down the length of his cock. You were gagging, drooling messily as he hit the back of your throat with each motion. You tried to deny that you liked the taste of him, that you craved the feeling of his throbbing cock inside of your mouth. Deep down, you knew that you did. You feared that he suspected that too and that’s why he kept going.

You squinted your eyes tightly, holding them shut as his tip continued to press against the back of your throat. You were fighting to keep from gagging too loudly or to keep from moaning. You didn’t want him to know just how much you were enjoying it. He squeezed your hair tightly as he groaned and continued to press your mouth further down the length of his cock.

You slowly began to move your tongue along the veins of his cock as your drool began to coat his warm balls. You inhaled sharply through your nose, breathing in the musky scent of him. You could feel your own arousal forming between your legs as you thought about how long it had been since you’d been treated like this. You always liked when Billy was a bit rougher with you.

He pulled your hair back tightly, forcing your mouth away from his hard cock. You gasped as your saliva trickled down your chin and neck. You stared into his dark blue eyes, watching as he leaned forward to lick the drool from your lips and chin. You found yourself whimpering, trying to push your face away from his.

“Stop,” You mumbled, tossing your head back and forth as he somehow continued to press his lips against your skin, “That’s enough.” You told him seriously, trying to push him away by his strong shoulders. Billy laughed, easily taking your hands in his as he looked at you amused.

“Awe,” He grinned, tiling his head with a look of mischief, “Poor baby thinks she’s in charge.” He tsked, watching as you squirmed against his tight grip. You eventually sighed, realizing that it was worthless to fight when he was that much stronger.

He was tossing you over suddenly, gripping your hips tightly as he moved you onto your hands and knees. You gasped, your drool coating your cheek as he squeezed your hips tightly. He pressed up against you playfully, rubbing his cock against your wet folds. You whimpered, feeling the length of his dick pressing up against you again. Your cunt was already beginning to clench together in anticipation of feeling his cock again.

“No more,” You told him quickly, glancing over your shoulder as you kicked your feet against the mattress. He slapped your ass hard, drawing a sound of protest from you. You quickly stopped your movements, not wanting to get a worse punishment from him, “Please.” You added softly this time, wishing that he would just leave you alone.

“Almost done,” He groaned as he rubbed his cock along your glistening pussy. You sighed softly, clenching your eyes tightly as you tried your best to pretend that you weren’t enjoying this, “Gotta fill this little pussy again.” He pushed inside you fully, stretching your wet walls as his cock easily filled you. You gaped, your lips parting in bliss at the stretch of his cock overcame all of your thoughts. He pulled your hips back towards him, dragging your wet cunt along the length of his thick cock. You cried out in bliss as he hit your g-spot repeatedly, like it was a game to see how easily he could make you squirm underneath his touch.

“No,” You were crying again, “Please stop.” Your squirming stopped for a moment as his movements became less rough, not as harsh. He turned your head, pulling your hair from your face before he leaned over you. His lips were pressing against yours sweetly for a moment as he cupped your chin, before he was traveling his kisses across your cheeks, your nose and then your forehead.

“Billy?” Your eyebrows were pulled together tightly, your fists releasing from the tight grip as you blinked your eyelashes in confusion. You looked up into his soft blue eyes, not understanding where he was going.

“Are you okay?” His voice was gentle and smooth as his lips peppered kisses along your skin. You grinned at the warm sensation, drawing in the comfort that he was giving you. His warm fingers were tickling against your skin, holding onto you softly.

“Oh my god,” You whined playfully, giggling softly as his lips connected to the corner of your eyebrows, “You’re ruining the fun.” You moaned, kicking your leg against his gently. He chuckled breathlessly, earning a moan from you as he shifted inside of you.

“You actually sounded like you were in distress,” He was smiling but still sounded a little panicked, “You’re sure you're fine?” He asked, rubbing his fingers against the back of your neck. You smiled up at your boyfriend, giving him an encouraging nod.

“I was completely fine,” You reassured him, “I need you to please get back in character.” You laughed softly, watching the way his eyes looked over you one more time. He bent over again, kissing your lips gently before he pulled away and smacked your backside.

“Look at you,” He grinned as he pulled your hair harshly, so your back was forced up against his sweaty chest. You bit back your own smile as he molded back into your little game, “Crying on my cock like a little whore. Does your boyfriend know how much of a slut you are?” He teased, his fingers finding your clit as he thrusted his hips forward harshly. You gasped, leaning your head away from him as his lips attacked your neck.

“Billy,” You whined pathetically as his cock continually slid against your bundle of nerves, “No more, please.” You moaned as he rubbed your clit into harsh circles, making your thighs shake with his powerful thrusts. You feared that without his arm linked tightly around your waist, you’d fall face forward into the sheets and blankets.

“Come on,” He whispered harshly against your ear lobe. He slowly slid his tongue across your skin before he bit down on your earlobe, “Listen to this pretty cunt, she needs my cock so bad.” He slowly ran his fingers between your folds before he pressed his palm against your cunt, leaving you to grind against it as he continued to fuck into you. You could hear the sound of your skin meeting bouncing against the quiet walls. You were biting your lip hard, fighting to keep your moans silenced as his cock pressed inside of you deeply. You could feel your toes curling up tightly in bliss as the pleasure raked up your body.

You hated how good he was making you feel. You hated how no one else was able to leave you in the predicament you were in now. You could feel yourself lightly beginning to grind back against him, needing his cock just as desperately as he needed your cunt.

“Oh god,” You hated the way you were moaning, how you were clearly edging him on as your cunt squeezed around his thick cock. You could feel every ridge and vein as he moved inside of you, your cunt drenching around him, “Billy.” You leaned your head back in dismay, too taken by the pleasure to find a way to protest. He laughed as he pushed your hair away from your eyes.

“Do you think of me when you fuck him?” He asked huskily, squeezing your jawline softly as he continued to ram his cock deep inside of you. Your eyes closed in bliss, beginning to feel overwhelmed from how powerful he was thrusting inside of you. You licked your lips, trying to keep yourself from drooling.

“No,” You lied pathetically as he continued to grind your body back against his thick cock. You whimpered as his fingers rubbed your clit harshly, causing your body to spasm in pleasure. You could feel your orgasm growing, “Stop, stop.” You pleaded, not wanting to deal with the humiliation of cumming around his cock again.

“S’okay,” He grunted in your ear as your body shook against his. He sighed loudly, licking away the sweat from your skin as he continued to pump inside of your wet cunt. You whimpered, your body taking control and squeezing him tightly as you felt your orgasm approaching, “That’s it baby, wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“No.” You whined, shaking your head to dismiss his sentence. You didn’t want to cum again. It would prove that he was right, that you needed him that badly. He chuckled, his teeth scraping against the sensitive part of your neck. You whimpered as he bit down on you, marking you as his own.

“I think you do,” He teased, pressing his fingertips down against your clit harder. You whimpered, your body spasming as you became trapped between his hand and his cock. He groaned, pressing his free hand against your stomach as he kept the same steady but rough pace. You gaped, your muscles tightening in bliss as you came around his cock. Your body shook with shame and pleasure as he held you tightly against him. You whimpered, feeling completely overwhelmed as he let you fall down onto the bed.

His cock was still inside of you, slowly pressing forward inside of your fluttering cunt. You whimpered, feeling too overstimulated to cum again. You hoped he’d just jerk himself off to finish, that he wouldn’t keep pounding his pulsing cock inside of you. You weren’t sure you could take much more.

“That’s enough,” You spoke finally once your body was done shaking, “No more. You got what you came for.” You told him seriously, fighting to push your body up with your hands. He chuckled loudly, leaning down towards you. You found yourself whimpering again as his cock moved inside of you. His blue eyes searched your features as he licked his tongue across his teeth.

“Wanna see that pretty face,” He murmured as he slowly slid out of your wet heat, “I like when you get all dumb on my cock.” He grinned cockily, looking pleased by the way you protested as he pulled out. You found yourself clenching around nothing, feeling the urge to have more of him as he moved around you. You felt so guilty suddenly, but it was like your body was reacting in a different way than your mind was.

He situated himself against the headboard, his sweaty back resting against it as he tugged you onto his lap. You whimpered, your body feeling weak as you roughly pressed your hands against his chest, trying to stop his rough hands from dragging you on top of him. You had little fight as he easily positioned you over top of his leaking cock.

“Can’t,” You breathed out, your pussy aching at the thought of another orgasm, “Please. I’ve had enough.” Billy just laughed, bending your legs in a way that had you trapped underneath him. You whimpered; your body was flush against his. He rubbed his hard cock against your folds, tapping his fat tip against your sensitive clit.

“One more time,” He promised again as he drew his tongue across his bottom lip, “I know you can take it baby. I know that pretty pussy can take my cock.” He breathed out softly, his voice raspy as he slid his cock against your wet hole. You whimpered, still feeling the remnants of his spunk dripping from you from earlier.

He lifted his hips softly, entering you in one fluid motion. Your lips parted, a whiny moan rolling off of your tongue as Billy’s cock stretched you again. You figured by now you’d be used to it, but he was just so big and thick that it felt the way that it did the first time. Your nails dug into his skin as you adjusted around him, whimpering softly from how overwhelming all of it felt.

“That’s it,” He breathed out as his hands clawed down your back. His eyebrows were furrowed together, his mouth parted as he looked up at you in bliss. You cried out as he rocked you along the length of his cock. He grunted, snapping his hips forward repeatedly as he began to chase his own high, “Your pretty cunt feels so good.” He groaned in bliss, looking up towards you with half lidded eyes.

You felt weightless as he continued to bounce you up and down the length of his cock. You were whimpering, completely overcome with your own pleasure as his hands squeezed your hips tightly. You wondered if you’d have bruises by the end of this. You breathed out harshly, pleasure tingling up your body.

You felt the moans spilling freely from your lips, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure anymore. You gaped at the sound of your cunt drenching his cock. You were so wet; you could feel it dripping along the length of him as he continued to keep up his rough movements. You were whining, your eyes fluttering as his fat tip continued to press against your bundle of nerves. You began to claw at his chest, overcome with the way he was making you feel.

He gripped a hold of your hair, pulling you further down towards him, “You’re mine,” He whispered harshly in your ear, “Gonna make sure you remember that no one else can have you.” He breathed out roughly, his hands gripping your hips harshly. He smacked your ass hard, the stinging sensation spreading across your skin.

“Billy,” You whimpered, feeling like you might collapse on his chest if not for the grip he had on you, “Please.” You moaned differently this time. You didn’t want him to stop, you wanted him to give you your next orgasm. You wanted to feel his cock painting your fluttering walls as he finally released again. He groaned, looking just as desperate as you felt.

He grunted in response, his eyes flicking up towards you as he watched the way your body flailed against his cock. You breathed in relief, feeling your toes begin to curl again as your cunt began to squeeze his thick length. You were rocking against him, your body moving on its own as the pleasure took over your mind.

“Fuck,” He breathed out harshly, his hips snapping forward, “That’s my good girl. Cum for me again.” He grunted out, his nose scrunching as he spoke. Your thighs were shaking roughly this time, your whole-body trembling on top of him as you approached your high. A whimper left your mouth before you were crying out, your nails digging into his skin as you came down from your high once again.

“Oh my god,” You shut your eyes tightly as he continually thrusted up into you. You were whining, feeling the need to crawl away from how overstimulated you felt at the moment. He grunted, holding you still as his movements became faster and lost his rhythm, “Billy, please.” You cried out, ready for him to leave you alone.

“Fuck,” He sighed in pure bliss, his eyes pinning towards your pretty face. He pushed your hair out of the way before pulling you down towards him. His mouth met yours messily, forcing you into a kiss as he rocked his cock deep inside of your wet cunt. You whimpered, your body twisting in pleasure, “That’s it, such a good girl for taking my cock like this.” He breathed out harshly. He grunted loudly, his blue eyes rolling back as he came deep inside of your cunt. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up, his spunk beginning to leak out of your fluttering walls.

You whimpered; your body overwhelmed from your workout as you fell forward onto his chest. You breathed in harshly, trying to catch your breath as you laid against his sweaty chest. He chuckled, looking down at you as he rubbed his thumb across your spine.

“Are you okay?” He looked down at you, an eyebrow raised in worry. He gently tugged you up towards his body, beginning to pepper kisses along your face again. You quickly nodded your head, your body and heart still vibrating hard. You found a giggle bubbling in your chest as you placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. He smiled in response, looking a bit reassured with your reaction.

“That was fun,” You told him honestly, looking up at him with a pleased grin, “We should play your games more often.”

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Handsy

Summary: Eddie Munson has always been a handsy person. OR The three times Eddie couldn’t keep his hands to himself and the one time you made him. Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: Handsy Eddie, drug use (Marijuana), groping, smut, slight fingering, choking, switch!eddie, masturbation (female), being restrained, A/N: Reader is 18+, Edddie Munson has my whole heart. Smut may be poorly written, I haven't written anything let alone smut in a hit minute. SPOILER FREE FOR VOL. 2. Text divider by: @vecnacurse

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I. Eddie always got a little clingy when he was in a bad mood…

Since the beginning of your relationship with Eddie a handful of things became certain. The first being your spot in Hellfire. Although you did not play yourself you spent every campaign perched on your own ‘throne’ next to Eddie’s

“A queen needs her throne too.” Eddie had told you as he dragged the fluffy armchair into the drama room. And since that day, months ago, you cherished sitting next to Eddie while he DM’ed. To see him so happy and eccentric made your day every time. To see the stress and everyday bullshit melt away from your boyfriend’s face, but sometimes the torment of the week weighed too heavily on Eddie’s mind. On those days he needed you closer than what your chairs allowed.

You knew today was going to be one of those days when you walked into the drama room. Because while the table had already been meticulously put together and sat ready for the day's game, Eddie was sitting nearly sulking on his throne.

“Eds, are you okay?” you asked as you walked into the room.

Eddie looked up as you spoke, allowing you to see the sadness in his eyes and the frown marring his features.

Eddie shook his head as an answer to your question. He didn’t offer much more at the moment. Rather he held out his hand, a silent plea to have you closer. You quickly stepped towards Eddie, placing your hand gently in his. He pulled you down quickly into his lap.

After taking a second to get comfortable you finally stilled. The moment you did Eddie took the opportunity to bury his face into the crook of your neck and allowed his hands to snake around your waist.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” You asked gently, running your hands through his hair.

He sighed, his hot breath fanning your neck. Eddie placed a quick kiss there before looking up at you. “It’s just been a shitty day and Mrs. O’Donnell’s class is kicking my ass.”

As he spoke Eddie ran his hands along your sides and over your thighs. A thing that you found he did to comfort and ground himself on the bad days.

“I’m sorry Eds,” you spoke softly, placing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

As your lips came in contact with his skin Eddie’s grip on your waist tightened. Effectively pulling you impossibly close to him. You stayed perched on his lap and continued to play with his hair and the threads on his denim vest as the rest of the Hellfire guys tricked into the room. You stayed there long after the game had ended, Eddie’s hand never one leaving its place on your waist.

II. Eddie got handsy when he got high…

Saturday evenings were by far your favorite day of the week. As you often found yourself laying in Eddie’s bedroom while a mixtape he had made swirled around the smoke in the room. More times than not you would find yourself straddled across his lap while he kissed you like his life depended on it.

However, today was showing to be a calmer day than most. One of Eddie’s softer mixtapes played throughout the room. A joint was still being passed between the two of you as you laid with your head in Eddie’s lap, the newest Stephen King novel in your hands. It was peaceful.

But Eddie was starting to get bored.

He passed the joint back to you and watched as you wrapped your lips around the tip and inhaled. Eddie found it nearly erotic to watch you smoke. To watch watch your eyes become heavy and a smile becomes permanently etched across your lips. He thought you looked ethereal, which spurred him on in wanting to fix his boredom.

As you took another drag off the joint Eddie allowed his hands to trail gently over your shoulder. Stopping briefly once he got to the collar of the shirt you wore. A flannel that you had likely stolen from his closet months ago. His right hand toyed with the collar as his left hand began ghosting over the buttons that kept it closed. Eddie paused to watch your face, to gauge your reaction. Upon noticing that you haven’t looked up from your book he decided to continue.

Eddie’s right hand traveled up and down your arm gently, feather light touches that almost don’t feel there. While he let his left hand pop open the handful of buttons that he could reach.

With the buttons of your - his - shirt open he was able to see the curve of your breast before the edge of the shirt blocked his view. He licked his lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to wrap his mouth around one of your pert nipples. However, in this position it was impossible. So instead, Eddie placed both of his hands gently on your shoulders before trailing them underneath the material of your shirt.

His hands traveled over your collar bones and the swell of your breast before long fingers made quick contact with your nipples. He felt them pebble against his hands as you shivered.

“Is this okay?” he asked, voice low and close to your ear.

You nodded, “Your rings are just cold.”

Eddie hummed at your revelation and allowed himself to continue. His long fingers circled your nipple softly as you continued to read. Gentle flicks and pinches continued and the words on the page became harder and harder to focus on. Until a harsh pinch to your left nipple had you gasping and pushing your chest up into your boyfriend’s hands.

Eddie chuckled lowly in your ear before speaking.

“Why don’t you put that book down baby girl.” He began placing hot, open mouthed kisses to your jaw and neck.

At the low tone in Eddie’s voice you quickly tossed the book to the side. Not caring that you just lost your page.

III. The adrenaline of a show always left Eddie riled up.

When you had started dating Eddie the crowd of regular Corroded Coffin fans grew by one. And you were by far the loudest. Singing every song at the top of your lungs and relishing in the smile on Eddie’s face as you did.

But Eddie always enjoyed the time after the show the most. Because once the last song ended Eddie was quickly jumping off the stage and dragging you off the bar stool that you sat perched upon all night. He would lead you to the less than secluded hallway that led to the restrooms and push you up against the wall.

Trapped between the wall and your boyfriend, your body felt like it was on fire. The wet, hot kisses that Eddie was placing over any piece of exposed skin felt like fire in your veins. His hands pulled at your hair to open your neck up to him and grabbed at your ass underneath your skirt. His fingerprints are likely already forming bruises on the cushiony flesh.

“Fuck baby,” Eddie groaned out as he nipped at your jaw.

He began to push your shirt up, exposing your bra clad chest to him and anyone who decided to walk down the hallway. Not that you cared at the moment.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” teeth sunk into subtle flesh under lace as his large hand grasped roughly at your other breast.

You moaned loudly, arching into him. His tongue gently swiped over the teeth impressions he had left behind. Attempting to soothe the burn left behind.

His hand abandoned your chest to slide gently up to your neck. Long fingers placed pressure on the side of your neck as he continued to assault your chest with his mouth.

“Eddie,” you whined, the pressure he was placing on your neck leaving your head deliciously woozy.

In an attempt to keep you quiet Eddie quickly placed his lip onto yours in a searing kiss. All tongue and teeth as the hand around your throat tightened slightly. You moaned into his mouth and tried to buck your hips against him. Wanting, no needing to alleviate the growing pressure between your thighs.

“You getting needy baby?” Eddie teased as he felt your hips shift. “You want me to touch your pretty pussy in front of the whole bar?”

Soft fingers left your chest and dropped to your thigh exposed by the tiny denim skirt you chose to wear. He gently skimmed them higher and higher until his hand disappeared beneath denim.

“Gotta be a good girl baby. Gotta be quiet. You don’t want anyone to know how dirty my baby girl truly is.”

You whined at his words, earning a pointed glare and a quick squeeze to the throat. All the while he was gently running the cool metal of his rings against the sticky lace covering your core. The cool metal is a stark contrast to the wet heat between your thighs.

“Eddie please,” you whispered. Pleading for him to do something, to do anything.

“Whatcha want baby girl? I can’t help you if you don’t use your big girl words.”

Another wave of heat flooded your core at his words.

“Touch me Eds, please. I need you to touch my pussy.” You begged, not caring if your voice traveled to the rest of the bar.

“Good girl,” Eddie praised. He finally pushed your lace panties to the side and sank two fingers into your heat.

IV. Eddie’s favorite thing to do is touch you, but what if you don’t let him…

Sitting with Eddie on his bed was not out of the norm for your relationship. Neither was you straddling him while the two of you were in nothing but your underwear. However, the thing that was out of the norm was the pair of shiny handcuffs hanging from the tip of your finger.

“You wanna be tied up baby?” Eddie asked from underneath you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You shook your head gently, watching as a quizzical look flashed across his face. You didn’t let him ask another question. Effectively silencing him as you leaned forward and grabbed his wrists in your hands. Placing them above his head you made quick work to attach the metal to his wrists. The sound of them closing echoing around the room.

“You don’t get to touch me right now.” You spoke, a smirk pulling at your lips as you sat up.

You felt Eddie’s cock twitch in his boxers beneath you.

“That’s not fair baby,” Eddie nearly whined, “Who's gonna show that pretty pussy the attention she deserves?”

You smiled sweetly at Eddie, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours. Eddie quickly tried to take control of the kiss, attempting to snake his tongue into your mouth to show you who was in charge. You swiftly pulled away from the kiss and began to trail soft kisses from the corner of his mouth, down his jaw and to the shell of his ear.

“Me,” You answered his previously asked question, “and you have to sit there and watch. Then I’ll decide if you’ve earned the right to fuck my pussy.”

Eddie groaned, throwing his head back into the pillows beneath him as he bucked his hips trying to alleviate the pressure in his cock. You swiftly put your weight on your knees, removing your pussy from where Eddie wanted it the most.

You sent him one warning glare as you hopped off of the bed to remove your underwear. Once nude climbed back onto the bed and straddled Eddie’s chest. Your bare pussy was mere inches from his face. He could see how puffy and needy your clit was, how siny it was with your arousal.

It was his favorite meal and he was being denied the chance to devour you.

“Baby please,” Eddie pulled at the handcuffs around his wrists, “Let me touch you, I need to feel you baby.”

You didn’t say anything to him as you trailed your hands up from their place on your thighs. Up your stomach and oh so softly over your chest, stopping only when your fingertips brushed against your nipples. Eddie’s eyes were glued to your hands as you grabbed and played with your chest. Pulling at your nipples much in the way he would, only stopping when they pebbled against your fingers.

You trailed on hand back down your body as the other continued to circle and pull at your nipple. Eddie watched the hand that traveled back to your core. Not able to tear his eyes away from you as you dragged one finger through the wetness between your thighs. Moaning gently as you touch your clit.

You gently circled your clit, gradually adding pressure with each pass.

“Eddie,” You moaned, continuing to toy with your clit and chest. “Feels so good, Eds. Wish you could feel it, baby.”

You felt your pussy clench around nothing. You know Eddie saw, sure he was going to spontaneously combust because of it.

“Please baby, I gotta touch you.” Eddie begged, his eyes glued to your core as you slipped two fingers into your tight heat. Pumping them in time with the circles you were rubbing on your clit.

“Eddie,” you moaned, your head thrown back and eyes shut tight.

Eddie knew from the sounds you were making that you were close. And god did he wish he was the one pulling those sounds from you. But as he watched you fuck you own fingers he feels as if he had entered heaven. The delicious squelsh of your pussy sucking in your fingers sounded sweeter than any music Eddie had ever heard. The drip of your arousal onto his chest had his cock straining painfully against the fabric of his boxers.

“Eds, I’m g-gonna c-cum.” you whined as you bucked into your own hand.

“Yeah baby, come for me.” Eddie grinned wildly as you moaned, “Make a fuckin mess baby.”

As soon as the words passed Eddie’s lips you were falling apart. Slick coated Eddie’s chest making his tattoos shiny. As you came down and your breaths evened out you giggled at the look on his face. A look of pure arousal and slight pain sat upon his face as he strained against the handcuffs on his wrists.

Deciding that you had teased the poor guy enough you grabbed the key off of the nightstand. You quickly unlocked one wrist and went to work on the other when Eddie grabbed your waist, the cuffs still attached to one wrist. But he didn't seem to care as he flipped the two of you over. Capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss and his hands grabbed at everything within his reach.

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wriothesleybear · 9 months

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I dunno if you do prompt requests but I’d like to request this one with our boi wrio ^^

“It’s s-so big! Uh, I don’t think it’ll fit.”

“Hmm… will you let me be the judge of that, baby?”

(consent is hot as hell 😩😩, it’s a whole “shall i? or maybe i won’t? it’s your call, baby?” kind of thing. people take notes ehe /hj)

I do! I will warn you that I have never done it before so it might not be great but i'll try my best for you anon🥺❤️

~ warnings: smut, possibly ooc wriothesley

You're sitting on his lap, an arm around your waist while his other hand is busy holding the papers he's reading. You're busy reading a book as his mind wanders, distracted by how nice your ass feels on his lap. An idea pops up in his head.

The arm that's wrapped around your shoulder loosens and moves so his hand is resting on your thigh. He slowly rubs it up and down your thigh. He notices that it doesn't gain your attention. You continue to be too engrossed in your book, not giving him the attention he wants.

He takes it one step further, sliding his hand up the inside of your thighs, getting close to your panties. It grabs your attention away from your book. You subtly glance back at him, he pretends to read his paper, satisfied in his mind that he's finally gotten your attention.

But you see right through his tricks. You know he's not really reading his paper and he's teasing you on purpose. You try to beat him as his own game. You shift in his lap, pretending that you're just getting more comfortable. As you shift, you make sure to rub a bit against his cock. You feel him tense a bit, smiling to yourself.

He catches on. He moves his hand to rub you through your panties. You bite your lip to hold in your moan. You continue to try and read your book, acting like he's not affecting you.

But he can see right through you. Through the wetness in your panties where he's rubbing you. He presses his fingers a bit more firmly against you, but you hold back your reactions, which he isn't satisfied with. He wants to hear your moans. He wants to hear you beg for more, to give him all your attention instead of the book.

He slips his fingers under your panties, making direct contact, adding more pleasure to your sweet spot. Your legs twitch, closing around his hand. A small smile graces his features.

Soon, he inserts one finger into you, the sudden intrusion making you gasp. He feels your tightness around his finger. He goes slow at first, then quickens his pace once he knows you can take it. He then adds another finger, continuing at a fast pace, helping to prepare you for his thick cock.

You moan, getting close to your first orgasm, until suddenly, he stops and removes his fingers. You whine, disappointed.

He kisses the crown of your head. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you cum on my cock multiple times."

You blush. He motions for you to get up so he can take off your panties and release his hard cock from its confines. You sit back on his lap as he holds your hips.

"Ready for my cock?" You nervously gulp, intimidated by the size of his beautiful, veiny cock.

"It's s-so big! Uh, I don't think it'll fit."

"Hmm... will you let me be the judge of that, baby?"

You nod your head. He slowly inserts his cock head into you. A tight squeeze causing him to hold his breath. You slowly lower yourself on his cock, trying not to tense up too much. He notices and stops. He leans close to your ear and wraps his arms around your waist.

"It's okay. Let's go slowly. Relax. Don't push yourself." He whispers as he places sweet kisses behind your ear, on your ear, and on your neck. You begin to relax and give him the go ahead by continuing to lower yourself on his cock.

He finally fully sheaths himself inside of you, you both slightly moan from the euphoria feeling. The warmth from your walls hugging his cock making it hard to hold back, but he does for your sake. He doesn't want to scare you or make you uncomfortable. After a few moments, you begin to move, surprising him for a sec by your forwardness.

He regains his composure and grabs your hips, helping to guide you up and down his cock. The slaps from your thighs hitting his fill the room. You moan as you bounce on his cock, his cock hitting all your sweet spots. His cock veins rubbing against your walls, adding to the pleasure.

"Fuck. You feel so good. You make me want to lose control and pound into you until you scream from the pleasure." He groans in your neck.

"D-don't hold back Wrio. I wa-want it. Fuck me please." You'll soon regret those words.

He growls as he wraps his arms around your waist, making both of you stand as he begins to pound into you. Your moans become louder. You unconsciously look for something to hold onto, accidentally clawing his arms with your nails. He gasps from the slight pain, only turning him on more.

You feel the familiar warmth in your belly. Begs leave your mouth, telling him to not stop, encouraging him to continue as you get closer. He indulges you in your wishes, quickening his pace to give you a mind-breaking orgasm.

When you finally orgasm, it crashes into you like a wave. Your head falls back as you scream from the overwhelming pleasure. You have no time to recover from your orgasm as he continues his unrelenting pace.

He pants against your ear like a dog in heat. "Gonna come again, yeah? Fuck, I'm close too. Let's come together." He shifts your position, bending you over his desk. He holds your hips, watching your ass jiggle as his pelvis slaps against it. The slaps being slightly painful but pleasurable. You tighten around him causing more curses to leave his mouth.

He repeatedly tells you to cum as you're both finally sent over the edge, cumming together. You feel his warm cum fill you up as you shake and twitch from another mind-breaking orgasm. He gives a few more thrusts to ensure his cum gets deep into you until he stills his movements completely.

You both pant heavily, trying to calm down from your passionate session. He finally comes to his senses, leaning over you to pepper kisses on your neck and cheek. After he finally sees that you've relaxed, he picks you up and takes you to the couch in his office. He lays down with you on top of him. You listen to his heartbeat as he rubs your back and holds you tightly to him. He kisses your head aa you fall asleep.

~ a/n: I hope you enjoy anon~ c:

#wriothesley #wriothesley headcanons #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact smut

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jinwoosungs · 4 months

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{ 118 }

mind games.

modern au

ceo!sukuna x fem.secretary!reader

warnings: unedited; angst; alcohol use; s-xual content; sukuna is an as-hole; minors do not interact.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

please listen to 'mind games' by sickick.

{ there's another side that you don't know, you don't know | i can't wait to get you all alone, all alone | once i'm in, there ain't no letting go, letting go | watch me turn your mind into my home. }

that asshole boss of yours had piled on a bunch of new reports to sort through, making you late for the lunch date that you had with nanami.

when 12:45 hit, you had to send an apology text to nanami, telling your coworker that you didn't think you'd be able to join him at the cafe. being the sweet and understanding man that he was, he tells you not to worry about it, and maybe you'd be available next time.

you look down at your phone with a smile on your face. nanami kento was a good man, and you liked and respected him a lot. you had just recently began hanging out outside of work, and you could honestly see yourself building a future with him-

if only your heart could respond to nanami the same way it did to him.

not wishing to acknowledge your emotions, you quickly logout of your computer before grabbing your wallet and making a mad dash towards the elevator. if you could reach the cafeteria right now, then you'd have 10 minutes left for lunch, which was enough time to wolf down a sandwich and a drink.

with the elevator in sight, you were grateful that it opened immediately as you entered it. your fingertip was poised over the second floor when the sight of a large hands stops the metal doors from closing-

and you felt all of your appetite dissipate into thin air the moment your boss stepped into the elevator with you.

sukuna ryomen was a man who's presence you could not ignore even if you wanted to. pushing well past 6'5" in height, the ceo towers over you with ease, and when his rufescent eyes captures your wide-eyed expression, your swore his chuckle was enough to make your knees weak.

your heart was already pounding, with the elevator doors closing as it trapped the scent of his cologne within its metal confines. you could hear the way he hummed with approval, sending slight vibrations coursing through you as he says your name.

"you did well today, not a single report was filed out of place and you worked diligently with my schedule."

you reply with a stiff "thank you," not daring to look at him as you kept your gaze forward, counting down the numbers as it began its gradual descent towards your destination.

20...19...

before the numbers could flash the number 18, you saw sukuna from your periphery activate the emergency stop switch, stopping the elevator from moving as you let out a gasp.

"what the hell are you-"

you face him, feeling half livid yet more so lustful than anything as sukuna traps you against the wall. his surname falls from your lips in a flustered stutter, and because of how close he was to you, you were given the perfect view of his tailored suit and the way his broad chest was keeping you from looking away from him.

his slick back strands of pale red hair gave you the perfect view of his devastating features, ruby red eyes darkening as its gaze seemed to hypnotize you. you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, and nearly jolted back in response when the back of his achingly large hand sent a gentle caress against your cheek.

"because you worked so well, i believe my little pet deserves a reward..."

you were unable to respond when sukuna lifts up one of your legs, brushing past your skirt as his large fingers were felt shoving your panties to the side. you gasp, given no choice but to hang on to his bicep when you felt the pad of his middle finger collect the moisture that was settled between your legs.

you were trembling now, already physically aching for him when you felt his finger push past your slickness before exploring your gummy walls. the embarrassment you felt was nothing compared to the growing flame sukuna was giving you, the squelching sounds he was making as he shamelessly thrusts his finger in and out of your core.

"damn, you're practically sucking me in..." sukuna hisses in your ear, forcing you back against the elevator walls as you unconsciously spread your legs even wider for him.

your release was quickly approaching, and when he was able to press down against that swollen bundle of nerves was when you lost all control. with a broken moan of his name, you felt your walls tightening around his large finger before soaking it with your release.

by now, you were a trembling mess, gazing up at him with a drunk expression. your breathing was labored, like you had just finished running a marathon while sukuna gave you the same smug expression.

as he removes his finger away from your folds, you could see how shiny you had made it, watching it glisten from beneath the light for a brief second before sukuna opens his mouth and licks it away.

a groan was heard once more, and you felt his body shiver at the mere taste of you. "fuck, you taste s' sweet. and 's much as i want to devour you, i have a meeting to attend to."

acting as if he had not just given you the best orgasm of your life, sukuna straightens himself while letting go of your leg. you momentarily lose your balance, landing against him as a deep chuckle was heard coming from him. he pushes another button, bringing the elevator back to life as it begins its descent once more.

when the elevator doors open, you felt sukuna nudging at your back, signaling that it was your stop. with shaky legs, you come out of the elevator and meet his gaze.

you watch as his face breaks out into a malicious grin, sending your heart into overdrive as the elevator doors shut once more, leaving your mind reeling from the events that had just transpired.

{ ... }

to say your mind was preoccupied with nothing but thoughts of sukuna would be the understatement of the century.

you had returned to your desk not too long ago, your mind still replaying that delicious scene in your head as your damp panties served as a reminder of what sukuna had done to you.

fighting back the heat that was threatening to dye your skin, you take careful bites of the granola bar you had bought at the cafe with tiny sips of your water. your appetite was still nonexistent, and you found yourself wondering just what you were to sukuna.

you had worked under him and his company for roughly 2 years now, and it was sad to say that your feelings for him hadn't changed in the slightest. when you interviewed for the position of being his secretary, you recall being struck at the mere sight of him. he was by far the most beautiful man you had ever laid your eyes on, and the crush you once had for him seemed to morph into something more.

yet, deep down, you knew that if you were to ever to act on your feelings for him, then you were the one who was going to get burned.

so you kept your distance, remaining ever so professional with sukuna as you held back your feelings for him. during the time, you would go on random dates here and there with other men, yet none of them ever amounted to anything true and meaningful.

but this- this was something completely different. for once in your 2 years of working for him, this was the one time he had shown such an interest in you. you hadn't the slightest clue why he did what he did-

and yet, you found yourself not caring either way.

it was completely stupid for your to say, but you truly didn't mind just having a physical relationship with him, even if the times he would hold you in his arms would forever be ephemeral and fleeting.

as you were wallowing in your misery, you jump slightly upon hearing your text tone. you unlock your screen to see that nanami had texted you.

[ hey, it's okay if we missed lunch together. how about i make it up to you with dinner tonight at 8? ]

your thumbs were already poised over the keypad, ready to turn down his offer for dinner because deep down, you did not wish to lead a good man like nanami on. you knew that your heart would never sing for him like it did for sukuna, and the events that transpired between you and him was more than enough proof of that.

while opening his text, in that exact moment sukuna was seen walking in. you could hear his laughter echoing throughout the floor as you lifted your gaze to see a gorgeous woman with prominent ebony curls and an hourglass figure clinging to his arm.

you could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces, watching as the dark haired beauty kisses down his jawline. sukuna meets with your gaze and flashes you yet another smirk before replacing it with a stern expression.

"block out 3 hours from my schedule and do not accept any calls for meetings at this time. i'll assume that someone as competent and capable as you should be able to do this?"

"absolutely, sir." was your stiff reply, willing your features to remain neutral as sukuna disappears with the beauty into his office.

how you survived the next couple of hours was beyond even your own comprehension. not even ten minutes had passed when you could hear the woman's laughter quickly morphing into a drawn out moan, coupled along with sukuna's occasional grunts.

fighting back your tears, you open nanami's texts and give him your answer.

[ dinner at 8 sounds great. do i need to go home and change or anything? ]

[ not at all. i'll see you later and we'll enjoy some time together. ]

you refused to acknowledge the sharp pain in your heart, alerting you on how wrong it was to even think about using nanami as a band-aid for your pain, yet once you heard the woman cry out to sukuna, begging him to go harder, you lost all reasoning.

all you wanted to do was forget.

{ ... }

it was like he was playing games with you, and you weren't sure what to do or even how to respond.

this went on for the next several months, with sukuna finding a new woman to keep him company during the later hours of the working day. every time, before he would disappear into the confines of his office, he would flash you another smug expression, as if he wanted you to listen to him and his current conquests.

your heart would ache each time, yet despite it all, you still held on to each and every one of his expressions he sends you.

ever since that time in the elevator, sukuna had ceased touching you. and the memory of it was enough to drive you insane. each time sukuna invited a new woman into his office, you would inevitably run into nanami's arms.

even when you had come clean to nanami, explaining to him how you did not deserve him; that you were simply basking in his company to assuage the pain you felt each time sukuna bedded a new woman, nanami admitted that he didn't mind waiting for you.

he would simply take you in his arms, allowing his hands to run across your hair while comforting you. "it's alright. you have become immensely dear to me, and i'll wait for you."

when you asked him what he would do if you could never return his feelings, nanami simply gives you a tiny smile. "then i'll simply pray that the bastard returns your feelings for your sake. until then, you can always come to me, okay?"

you recall hugging him while letting out a tearful laugh, embracing him while admitting, "i really wished i could have fallen in love with you instead."

nanami simply laughs, returning your hug as he presses a gentle kiss against your cheek while answering, "me too."

{ ... }

the moment you walked into your office, the whole workplace was ablaze with gossip, and you caught some tidbits here and there.

"i can't believe mr. ryomen is going to get married."

"i mean, it's to be expected. that woman is pretty much the heiress of the pharmaceutical company he wants to merge with."

your breathing suddenly becomes labored, and you take shaky steps towards your coworkers and ask them what they were talking about. haruka gives you a wide grin and shows you her phone's screen.

"see! it's true! the reason why the big man himself isn't here is most likely because he's going to make an announcement about his engagement!"

the blood was felt rushing to your ears, and all you could see was the bolded headlines that read:

arisa towryk of towryk pharmaceuticals confirms her future engagement to sukuna ryomen!

you take a shaky step backwards, making some excuse about how you weren't feeling well and if your coworkers could tell h.r. about your sudden departure. haruka gives you a confused expression, but simply nods and agrees to your sudden request. giving her a clipped 'thanks,' you immediately rush out of the building.

the sounds of your high heels rapidly tapping against the marble floors of the lobby echoes throughout the area, and you had to cover your face as you allowed the tears to stream down your face. broken sobs were heard becoming ripped from your throat, yet the pain you felt was unbearable.

you needed to do something- anything to numb the pain-

you wanted to do something that would help you forget all about sukuna-

even if it was only for a brief moment.

{ ... }

being fueled by your heartache, your feet takes you to a nearby bar just a few blocks away from where you worked. you settle yourself against one of the barstools while tossing your bag beside you. the bartender gives you a mild expression of concern, already getting a glass for you.

"you had a rough day, lady?"

you shake your head, refusing to answer him while taking out your card, "give me the strongest drink that you own, and keep them coming."

the bartender shrugs while taking your card, already filling up three glasses with an amber liquid. he settles the shot glasses in front of you, and you take down all three drinks within seconds. relishing in the burn you felt as it slid down your throat.

you lost track of time, taking shot after shot after shot of the same amber liquid, willing your mind to go blank as the world became a bit more tilted. when the alcohol was beginning to make you sick, the bartender had stopped serving you drinks, actually showing concern for you as he slid your card back to you.

"listen, lady, i think you had enough. you need to go home and get some rest."

his words sounded muffled, like you were hearing him from underwater. incoherent words were felt spilling from your lips, and you couldn't stop yourself from crying.

this was a mess.

you were a mess.

with shaky fingers, you tried to keep yourself together, opening your phone as you searched for nanami's number.

"do you need me to call a ride home for you?"

you shake your head and call the one man you knew you could count on, and felt so grateful when he picked up on the second ring.

you hear him call out your name in a panicked voice, "are you alright? where are you? i got so worried when everyone was telling me you went home...!"

"k-ken, i need your help. don't feel so good at all..." in your drunken state, you manage to tell nanami the name of the bar you were residing in.

"i'll be there in ten minutes, just hang on tight and wait for me."

you allow the tears to fall, sliding the phone away from you as you hid your head within the crook of your arm. your head was pounding, and you felt so dizzy all of a sudden.

throughout it all, you could hear the bartender asking if you were okay, if you needed help going home again, but you found yourself being unable to answer him. luckily, it didn't take nanami that long to arrive as you could hear the familiarity of his comforting voice right beside.

"it's going to be alright, i'm here, i'm here."

wish i could love you, i really wanted to love you.

"i know."

you weren't sure if those were your thoughts, or whether you had said them out loud, but you didn't care.

i still love him.

the sensation of arms tightening around you was felt, and you were close to falling when nanami helped with steadying you.

"i know that, too. now come on, i'll take you home."

your mind was still blurry, but you couldn't deny how refreshing it felt to feel the cold night air against your skin. you take in a deep breath, ready to go home when nanami suddenly stops in his tracks.

your drunken mind had failed to notice someone blocking nanami's way. you could hear the anger in his voice, yet all you could see was the person's jet black dress shoes directly below you. the nausea you were trying to hold back ends up failing, and you end up letting out a great heave, expelling all of the contents of alcohol from your stomach.

because you hadn't eaten a single meal and spent the next several hours drinking your sorrows away, you allowed your body to purge itself of the alcohol that was circulating within you. when you were sure that you were emptied, you felt your consciousness slowly slipping away from you.

a panicked voice was crying out to you, yet you were already out the moment a pair of powerful arms had carried you away, allowing the darkness to overtake you.

{ ... }

the headache you were feeling was intense, but you were dimly aware of being in a car as your form was strapped onto the passenger seat. believing that it was nanami that was driving you home, you apologize to him.

"i'm sorry for puking on you."

"it's fine."

strange...the voice sounded a lot deeper than nanami's. it had a hoarser, and more raw quality to it. believing that it was just the drunken state of your mind, you sigh and decided to be honest with the man that had become your sole confidant through it all.

"it was stupid of me...drinkin' so much. but...i was hurt, you know?"

you clench your eyes shut, recalling the pain you felt upon reading about sukuna's engagement. "i worked with that asshole for two years, and my stupid heart still loved him, even when i knew deep down he would never give me the time of day."

"but when...when he...touched me, literally invaded the entirety of my mind, i thought he actually felt something for me."

you shake your head, allowing the tears to fall once more as you cry out, "but i was so stupid; all he saw in me was something to play with, another plaything like all the women he's invited to his office right in front of my face."

in the midst of your rant, you realized that nanami hadn't said a single word, making you open your eyes. "nanami, why aren't you-"

"do you love him after all?"

with the tiniest bit of clarity returning to your senses, you really took the chance to look at him, only now realizing that it was sukuna who was settled at the driver's seat. the car had stopped moving several minutes ago, yet he remained silent, listening to each and every word you had said.

your heart was pounding now, feeling mortified at the realization that you had confessed everything to the one man that had broken your heart. he says nothing, simply meeting your gaze before exiting his car.

by now, you were unsure of what to do. before you were given a chance to act, sukuna opens the passenger door and releases you from the seatbelt. he remains silent, reaching over to you as he picked you up and held you in his arms.

you could see the view of his gorgeous mansion as various lights lit the way to his entrance. the alcohol was out of your system as you slowly began to sober up, the pulsing ache within your head turning dull as sukuna entered his home with you still in his embrace.

he heads towards his bedroom, walking into the master bathroom before settling your trembling form against the floor. sukuna was still silent as he strips himself of his ruined shoes and suit, not stopping until he was completely bare for your eyes to feast upon.

you tried to ignore the familiar heat against your cheeks, looking away from him only to be stopped by sukuna's hand settled on your chin. his smirk was prominent, but it seemed less harsh now, as if softened by that expression seen in his rufescent eyes that you had never seen before.

he places his large hands over your clothes and slowly begins to strip them away from you. still feeling your emotions running high for him, you allow him to undress you until you were just as bare as him. he takes your hand and leads him towards the glass shower, allowing you to stand beneath the spray first.

you moan upon feeling the hot water hitting at your skin, washing away the bitter taste that was left in your mouth. with a grunt, sukuna takes a bit of shampoo and washes your hair, allowing your back to meet with his broad chest.

while he was thoroughly washing you, you could feel his chapped lips running against the expanse of your skin. from your shoulder to the curve of your neck, you tremble at the sensation while letting out a soft moan.

the sound was enough to make something deep within sukuna snap as he calls out your name. you were uncertain as to how it happened, but one moment, you were simply standing beneath the shower spray, washing off the last bit of shampoo from your locks of hair-

and in the next moment, you were pressed against the damp shower walls with sukuna kneeling before you. he takes a hold of both of your legs, allowing them to settle against his broad shoulders as he presses a kiss against your inner thighs, as if silently apologizing to you in his own way.

without wasting another second, sukuna dives into your slick flower, allowing his tongue to run up and down your folds as your hands automatically went to his hair. with the water cascading down on him, you felt yourself losing all resistance to him as the droplets ran down his gorgeously sculpted body.

if you thought his fingers worked absolute magic on you, then you were immediately sent to heaven when you could feel sukuna's tongue reaching deep inside of you. the pleasure you felt was red-hot and all-consuming, turning your mind blank as you arched your back against the slick shower walls.

"s-sukuna!" your release came even faster than before, perhaps due to the fact that you had been yearning for him this whole time. the moment you spilled your sweetness into his mouth, sukuna took the time to lap up all you had to offer with a guttural groan.

when sukuna was sure he had swallowed all evidence of your release was when he stood back to his full height. he shuts off the shower and takes you in his arms, making you moan when you felt his erection brushing up against your thighs.

"fuck, i didn't know how much i missed the taste of you..." he admits with a grunt while throwing you over his shoulder. neither of you seemed to mind how the water was dripping from both of your forms as sukuna tossed you against the edge of his king-sized bed.

you land against the plush mattress with a bounce, with sukuna settling himself between your legs as he worked on stroking himself to full hardness. his eyes were completely dilated, darkened with lust and what you realized was complete adoration for you before pushing himself into you.

you cry out and arch your body once more against his bed, feeling your slickness take him inch by inch, the sensation of it all taking your breath away until sukuna was buried to the hilt inside of you. you could feel his large hand touching at the slight bulge seen within your abdomen, letting out a dark chuckle before he began moving in and out of you.

he slides himself almost completely out of you before slamming his hips back in, making you cry out even more as all you could think of was the addicting feeling of his cock buried deep within you. he does not cease his movement, choosing instead to lean down as he fucked you into his bed.

"i thought about you deservin' more, you know?" he completes his statement with another powerful thrust, making you let out a choked moan in response. "i thought that bastard kento could be a good husband for you and do all that shit a good husband would do for a good woman like you-"

his pace turns faster now, becoming more relentless as he lets out a dark laugh, "but thinking about another man touching you drove me to the brink of insanity. i remember hearing you talk about going to lunch with that bastard, and i knew i had to stop you or else my jealousy would have killed him."

he groans before taking a hold of one of your legs, standing up as he tosses your leg over his shoulder while continuing his quick pounds inside of you. "yeah, i know i was hurtin' you, but i wanted to control you- play mind games with you so that you couldn't think of any other man but me."

sukuna's thrusts had become so prominent that his movements were enough to make your breasts bounce in response. "all those women you heard me fuckin' was a way to get you out of my head. each time i buried myself in them, i was thinkin' of you."

"oh, and that engagement? that's not happening. arisa is just a brat that wants to own everything she knows she can't have. i only have a partnership with her father and his company."

upon hearing his confession followed along with another thrust angled just right, you let out a moan, managing to lift you hands as you raked your nails down his chest in response. "you're a fucking bastard, you know that?"

"yeah?" sukuna lets out another chuckle while giving you a smug expression, kissing at your ankle as he kept on impaling his cock deep inside of you. "but i know you wouldn't want me any other way."

he was breathing heavily now, and you could feel him growing inside of you before he allows his large hands to play with your hardened bud, "come for me, be a good little dove and come for me."

as if your body was attuned to his voice, you felt an intense wave washing over you, making you see stars as your release was felt consuming you whole. with another grunt, sukuna leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as you felt him twitch inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed.

your body felt so light, and the pleasure was certainly not helping with the sudden exhaustion you now felt. you were completely content, body turning slack when sukuna pulls out of you with a grunt.

you let out a mewl when he picks you up and settles your body on top of his bed, allowing him to settle between your leg as he laps up the evidence of your respective release. a soft sound of protest escapes from your lips, yet sukuna continues to clean your sensitive core, not stopping until he was satisfied.

when he was finished with cleaning you, he takes you in his arms with a grunt and places you on his chest. you were close to falling asleep, but managed to catch his whispered words-

"you belong to no one else but me."

{ watch me turn your mind into my home | mind - mind games until you lose control... until you lose control. }

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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coolaboutlucy · 5 months

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Jealous and possessive abby - not in a toxic or abusive way but maybe you guys went to a party and your ex or some random decided to act up and be crazy and start hitting on you when everyone knows you're hers so she starts getting protective and marking her territory - she never blames you for it but she just wants to remind you who you belong to so she feels better with your consent if course and you find it hot asf

𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 | 𝙖. 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣

pairing: abby anderson x afab!reader

tags: alcohol consumption, mild language, theres a gross man, abby is possessive (per the request), i think that should be everything???, i still stuck at tagging

a/n: was lowkey stuck on this prompt bc i don’t remember the last time i did smth like this but also, i procrastinated like, a lot. tbh i don’t rlly ever proofread anything i write i just post it with a hope and a prayer but wtv! i hope yall enjoy this. 🤍😙😙

bodies filled the house you and abby were currently in. the air smelled like alcohol, sweat, and a mixture of cologne and cheap perfume. this wasn’t particularly your scene, but abby wanted to go since one of her friends were hosting the party. you sorta stood on the wall, nursing a cup of.. something abby mixed for you. she wanted to prepare your drink herself. yknow, cause people are weird and like dropping shit in your drink without your knowledge. the screen of your phone illuminates your features softly under the red and purple LED lights. nobody dared to bother you much because everyone knew you were abbys girl. god, she never shuts up about you! but it’s only because she loves you so much. she also did it because she wanted to make your relationship known, and she’d gladly knock the lights out of anyone who dared to approach you cause she didn’t play that game.

the necklace around your neck had her initial on it. she’d gifted it to you during valentines day last year. it glints a little from the light coming from the screen of your phone. you’d been mid sip when some piss drunk man came stumbling over to you. and suddenly your settings app looked interesting as hell! he stops infront of you with a woozy smile and a flushed face from drinking. lowkey, he was like, really ugly. he’s the kind of guy a girl would only fuck in the dark. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” he asked as he looked you up and down with obviously lustful eyes. “ah, im.. actually not alone. im here with someone.” you say as you give him an awkward smile and a chuckle. “i don’t see ‘em. why dontcha come with me? we could go back ‘t my place.. maybe order somethin’ to eat.” you politely decline and give him another awkward smile. while trying to ward this man off, you text abby.

“theres some guy over here flirting w/ me, help!!” you text her while trying as much as possible to ignore the man. he was relentless! he just wouldn’t stop talking and making gross comments. you look up from your phone to find your girlfriend pushing her way to you, through the couples grinding against eachother and making out. she smiles as she approaches you, then wrapping her arm around your shoulders. you lean against her. “so, who’re you?” she asks as she looks at the man, then tossing him an icy glare. “who am i? why should i answer you?” the man had a raised eyebrow and he’d been holding a now empty cup. “well, cause you’re hitting on my girl. so you should probably tell me why you’re doing all this.” her voice was low, raspy and a bit threatening. her possessiveness was dumb attractive, and you surely felt a little hot!!! “hah, this is your girl? she’s outta your league, bro. just give ‘er up. ill treat ‘er soo much better.” the man had become bold. abby didn’t like that. “mm.. nah. she’s fine with me. aren’t you, baby?” she asks as she looks at you. you nod with a small, stupid smile on your face. she presses a kiss on your forehead before she looks back at the man.

her touch had lingered on your skin even when you knew she wasn’t touching you. she sits on one of the chairs with a sigh and you sit next to her. “god, people are so disgusting!” abby said as she lets out an exasperated sigh. she hated when people treated you that way. but you just couldn’t seem to forget that voice she spoke in. the raspiness made this sorta electricity shoot through your veins. she was rambling about something, but you’d began listening when she’d been nearly finished speaking “—that shit wasn’t okay, and nobody should be treating my girl like that. i mean, gosh, some people just really can’t take a hint can they? i was so close to punching him just like id done that other guy but i controlled myself. and, ill just say, it isn’t your fault. i just really don’t like that. you don’t deserve that. not at all.” her voice softens towards the end of her sentence as she places her hand on your thigh gently.

your hand finds itself over hers and you smile at her. “sometimes you gotta punch people for ‘em to understand, yknow?” abby says as she looked at you with the same softened gaze. “abby, no, i will absolutely not be punching anyone… that’s what i have you for. and you hit like, waaaaay harder.” you chuckled. “well, maybe i should show you how to hit real hard.” you shrug, and she smiles at you, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “how bout we get outta this shithole?” she suggested with a smile. “oh, yeah. let’s go. im literally starving!” the both of you nod as you begin walking off the porch. as you walk to the sidewalk, the guy from earlier comes running and stumbling out of the house. he was after abby. you noticed and alerted her. “oh shit, we’d better run!” she grabs your hand and the both of you run to her car, giggling and looking back at the man (whos running slow as a snail) and forward at her car.

#wlfabby #adria answers anons #tlou #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou2 #the last of us part two #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #reader insert #tlou x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby x you #abby anderson x female reader

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babyhatesreality · 1 year

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The little one seems like a adventurous one.

What if they have placed to be and they are a little late. Bucky put you on his hip so you would run around all the time while they try to get everything ready to go.

But when Bucky wants to get the stairs down fast, maybe a little to fast, he is slipping whit you and now rushing the stairs in his behind all the way down.

And little ones reacting would be like „AGAIN?! I was flying!“ 🥺😂

While they both try to calm down

HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE

This request gave me life. And made me laugh so hard. I love it. <3

Time is a Flyin'

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader (featuring Bucky)

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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He wouldn't look at the clock. He wouldn't look at the clock. He WOULDN'T look at the clock.

He looked at the clock.

Shit. Even later than he thought. Steve was gonna kill him.

"Baby, where are you?" Bucky hollered as he raced around the house. You suddenly popped up from the couch, the blanket slipping off your head.

"Here I yam!" you cheered. Bucky did a sudden about-face and raced back into the living room, making you giggle. You reached for him but squeaked in surprise when he hoisted you into his arms so fast the room became a blur.

"Listen up baby, Daddy's running really late to meet Papa," Bucky explained to you in a rush as he ran down the hallway, holding on to you tightly. "So I need best behaviors right now, okay?"

"Okay Daddy!"

"Good girl," Bucky muttered as he plopped you down on the bench by the front door and began quickly shoving your shoes on. He deliberately chose the ones with the velcro straps so he didn't have to waste time tying laces. He suddenly realized you weren't wearing a coat and just managed to catch the swear word before it left his lips.

"Bunny, go run and get your coat. Fast as you can, chop chop," he said, clapping his hands playfully at you. You squealed with delight at the new game and took off for your bedroom as Bucky flew back into the kitchen to refill your day bag with snacks. He cursed under his breath once he knew you were out of earshot; he just KNEW not refilling it immediately after yesterday's trip to the library was going to be a mistake.

He looked at the clock again. SHIT. He was so dead.

"Baby, got your coat?" he hollered loudly, throwing the backpack on and racing towards your room. He screeched to a halt in your doorway. You had put your jacket on, but had gotten distracted by your stuffies.

"Daddy can Jellybean come?" you asked innocently, turning to meet his eyes, but instead gave another squeak as Daddy swooped you up into his arms again.

"Not this time, Baby," he said, before giving you a long kiss on the temple to take the sting of not being able to bring your bunny along. "We gotta go meet Papa and fast, don't want Jellybean getting lost along the way." Knowing Daddy needed best behavior right now, you just sighed and waved to Jellybean as Daddy raced towards the front door.

"JARVIS, doors!" Bucky yelled as you approached. You heard the click of the locks right before Bucky practically ripped the door off its hinges, slamming it quickly. "Lock it up," Bucky ordered the AI as he ran down the hallway.

"JARVIS, PLEASE," you said deliberately, your voice jolting a bit as Bucky ran, which, in turn, made you giggle. You weren't allowed to run in the hallways- this was FUN.

"Of course, Mr. Barnes and Princess," JARVIS replied politely. You were already too far away to hear the clicking of the locks, but you knew JARVIS had it taken care of. You tried to pat Bucky on the cheek to get his attention as he huffed towards the elevator, but he was going so fast and you were bouncing so hard you accidentally smacked his forehead.

"Sorry Daddy!" you chirped when he gave you the side eye. "But did you see that I helped with the door??"

"Yeah, good job Princess," Bucky said with a quick grin, before focusing back on the path in front of him. He came to a halt right in front of the elevator. He mashed the button quickly, but it didn't light up. He pushed it again- nothing. "C'mon, c'mon," he muttered, practically putting his fist through the panel in his frustration.

"Excuse me, Mr. Barnes, but I'm sorry to inform you that the elevator is currently down for maintenance," JARVIS said apologetically.

"SHIT," Bucky hissed, then immediately held up one finger in front of your suddenly excited face. "Don't even think about it," he warned. "That's a no-no word."

"How's come all the fun words are no-no words? Dat's not fair."

"Life ain't fair, kiddo."

"Papa gonna wash your mouth out with soap, Daddy."

"I'll give you an extra cookie after dinner if you don't tell Papa what I said."

"DEAL!"

That having been settled, Bucky looked over at the stairway door. At least he managed to only think the swear word instead of saying it this time. He sighed heavily, and shoved open the door. He looked all the way down the stairwell. Your apartment was on one of the upper levels. It was going to take forever to walk down the stairs and make him even later and Steve was going to kill him even harder. He came up with a plan, but didn't have time to really think it through- except one thing.

Bucky's head snapped to you, looking you right in the eye. "Listen up, Private Baby," he said, using his Sergeant voice. You instantly paid attention, looking at him with wide eyes. "You hang on tight, you hear me? Don't let go for anything. I'm not gonna let you fall," he said firmly. "And don't you DARE try this on your own, got it?" You had no idea what he was talking about, but you were intrigued, to say the least. You had no fear of Daddy ever dropping you- he and Papa were the strongest in the whole world and you knew he would never let you go. So you did as he asked- you gripped him as hard as you could around his neck and locked your legs into place around his waist.

"Okay, Sergeant Daddy!"

The next thing you knew, you were flying through the air. Daddy was jumping over entire flights of stairs, holding on to you so tightly it took your breath away. Your focus kept snapping back and forth between the intense concentration on his face as he leaped and the whoosh of air blowing your hair back as the concrete stairs just disappeared underneath you. You were just completely at a loss for words or actions as you held on for dear life and the floors of the tower passed by in a blur.

Bucky finally made it to the ground floor where the garage was, and stopped. Super soldier or not, he needed a moment after that. Breathing hard, he craned his neck to look down at you. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, trying to regulate his breathing as he swallowed hard. You didn't answer for a moment, you just stared at the ground, then slowly turned your head to look at him. You blinked twice, but didn't say anything. "Baby?" he asked again, starting to panic a bit. "Are you okay?"

"AGAIN!!!" you suddenly screamed joyfully, catching him completely off guard. "AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN!!!! DO IT AGAIN DADDY!!!!"

Bucky's face couldn't have been more shocked if he'd tried. "Wh-what?" he said stupidly, not believing what he was hearing.

"CAN WE DO IT AGAIN????" you begged, bouncing in his arms. "That was the mostest funnest thing ever!!! We was FLYING!!!" You were wiggling so hard in your sheer delight that YOU were now shaking HIM. "Can we please do it again??? I promise to be good forever!!! Please please please again again again!!!!"

Knowing he now had TWO big problems on his hands, Bucky just started storming towards their car, which, of course, was all the way at the other end of the floor. The world was against him today. "Listen, Trouble," he said. "You remember how I said we weren't telling Papa about the no-no word?"

"Yeah, and da cookie!"

"If you don't tell Papa about flying down the stairs like we just did, I will let you pick out three new stuffies this weekend."

"WOW!! Dis many??" you asked, delightedly holding up three fingers. He couldn't help but grin.

"You are so smart," he said, kissing the side of your head as he hurried. "Yup, that many. But you CANNOT tell Papa. You tell Papa and the deal's off, got it?"

"Got it!"

"It'll be our little secret about flying, okay?"

"Okay! I am really good at secrets about flying, Daddy! Like how it's a secret when Uncle Sam is watching me and we go flying around the city with his falcon wings."

"Wait- WHAT?!"

#daddy stucky #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!steve #daddy steve #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy steve x little reader #daddy!steve rogers x little #daddy bucky #daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky x little reader

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artwithoutblood · 1 month

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Babe, wake up. New AWB game about torturing someone.

A demon, in a 450 year desperation to know what death feels like, contracts another demon's eldritch disease. His eyes must be removed to get rid of the disease. In exchange for this removal, he must be cut and ripped apart at another's amusement.

Perhaps this is a game about death. Perhaps it is a game about consent. Perhaps it is a game about nothing. Does it matter?

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8.9k+ words

4 endings

Choose your own blood color

Two very, very troubled immortals

Submitted for the 2024 dialogue jam. Based in Art Without Blood's universe, though you do not need to play any others in the series before playing this one.

#ren'py #visual novel #this was hell. this was actual absolute hell.#here you go you fiends!! RAH

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cherryxblossxms · 10 months

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Masturbation May - Day 8a: First Thing in the Morning (Diavolo)

A/N: Diavolo was suggested by @vampnyx! Sometimes the demon prince just needs to cum ten or twenty times, he can't help how needy he is for his lover :) sorry that it's clearly not May anymore, inspiration hits when it's least expected

Featuring: GN reader || Diavolo x reader

Warnings: masturbation (technically lol); somnophilia??, groping and humping of reader's body but reader gave prior consent; cumshot/cumming on reader's body, some human kink, size kink and a little size difference, dirty talk with a lil degradation, light descriptions of reader's body but not very specific, hinting at continuation of sex with reader at the end; not proofread jafkljsdf

Word count: 2406

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Diavolo was insatiable, and honestly it should have been obvious from the start. He was a massive, powerful demon, coming from a long line of strong warriors stretching back millenia. It existed in his blood, a need to breed and carry on his bloodline. His strength was incredible, so it was only logical that his stamina would match, needing to power his body longer than the average demon.

Unfortunately for you, his human lover, that stamina also transferred to the bedroom. There were plenty of nights that he spent loving you as gently as he could, but it easily lasted all night long, leaving you exhausted and unable to move by the end of it. It came to a point that you had to put a cap on the number of times he could make you cum, otherwise you'd never be able to do anything, bedbound multiple times a week because your boyfriend's game was too good. Of course, Diavolo was very proud of this fact, but he did his best to keep his glee down as he accepted your conditions.

Diavolo appreciated you working out a compromise with him. He definitely didn't blame you, the last thing he wanted was to make you upset or accidentally hurt you. Your sweet, fragile human body could only take so much, he needed to handle you carefully and he wanted to treat you the way you deserved. So he took what he could get, easily reaching the quota you'd set every time he made love to you, getting every last possible drop of cum from you before he either met his restriction or you passed out from exhaustion.

Oftentimes, that meant that Dia was still aching for more long after you'd fallen asleep beside him, your body thoroughly pleasured and showing signs of his love on you, including dark hickeys and the occasional bruise. Tonight was no different, and unfortunately, your visage was only making him hungrier for you, desperate for your touch once more. Diavolo decided to try to sleep off his lust, letting his mind drift to what he hoped would be sweeter, more innocent dreams. But luck clearly wasn't on his side.

Even in his dreams, he couldn't seem to escape his desire.

You both had passed out in the early morning, and Diavolo woke just a few hours later, coming out of a delicious dream not much different from what you two had been doing the night prior. Without looking down, he knew he was already hard again and tenting the sheets, still feeling the lingering phantom feel of your lips on his body, could see your body above him as you rode him at your own leisurely pace and remembered the slick, tight squeeze of your core wrapped around his dick. It never failed to amaze him how well you took his length and rode him like a champ, even going so far as to haunt him deliciously in his subconscious.

Now here he was, standing at attention, already leaking like a faucet and raring to go but knowing your body was likely still exhausted from earlier. It wasn't the first time this happened, so luckily, you'd already sorted out a plan with your needy lover. When Dia was feeling insatiable but your quota was met, you'd allow him to still use you afterwards, even while sleeping. Of course, you knew you wouldn't be able to take him fully like that, he was still a challenge to take even while awake. But most everything else was on the table, with prior discussion.

Diavolo liked to try to rein himself in where he could, even with this allowance, but the remnants of his dream were making his blood run hot, and all he ached for was your touch in the morning light. He scooted closer to your body, where you lay turned away, giving him a nice view of your back and buttocks where the sheets were slipping away. You were thoroughly marked up, little bites showing especially on your hips and the fat of your ass that weren't helping his raging boner.

He couldn't help but lean forward to kiss your back, his hand slinking down to finally relieve the pressure in his groin. He used the generous pre-cum leaking from his slit as lube, spreading it across his shaft for less friction. As he twisted his wrist, he was kissing and nibbling on your flesh, enjoying the way goosebumps rose on your skin in response. He could hear you softly whine and wondered if he was becoming part of your dreams, like you had for his.

Before long, his hips started to thrust forward, in search of more stimulation. His hand was never enough, not now that he had you. And it was like a forbidden fruit dangling in front of him, being able to see and feel your lovely body, but knowing he couldn't do all that he wanted right now. He could wake you up, see if you were OK to continue on, but he hated disturbing your rest.

After a moment of deliberating, he helped lower you forward against the bed, your arms automatically coming up in your sleep for better comfort. He straddled your hips now, taking a moment to admire your body, all the curves and angles he'd long since memorized and smothered in his love. He reached a hand down to gently squeeze your ass, then continued stroking his shaft with his other hand, just recalling to memory the feel of your body against his last night. He imagined taking you now, prone against the sheets, caging you in so you can only hold on for dear life as he filled you again and again. You always did make the best noises when you were at his whim, just a slave to his passionate thrusts.

Diavolo didn’t even realize his eyes had shut, giving in to his pleasure and imagining it was you he was fucking instead of his fist. He couldn’t see, then, the precum he was leaking on you, dirtying you in his lust. But occasionally, he did bump against your body, accidentally at first before starting to do it intentionally, his frenulum rubbing just right against your asscheeks to add to his pleasure.

The plush of your ass and the warmth and softness of your skin helped him along, and before he knew it, he was chanting under his breath. He wasn't very vocal in terms of moans or whimpers, usually grunting in his effort at the most. But he made up for it in talking to you, loved describing in explicit detail how your body squeezed his cock, how he loved watching your eyes roll back as you came for him over and over, how he couldn't wait to mark you with his seed, either inside or out.

"Ffffuck, my love, you feel so good," he panted out, the filthy, slick fapping sounds of his fist filling the air as his hand moved faster. "Love your sweet little human body, how soft you are, how pliant. Such a good little human for me."

As if in response, your hips raised a little, almost like you wanted to present yourself to him, and he certainly didn't miss that. It gave Diavolo a better angle to work with, easier to bump against you.

"Oh? Are you dreaming of me, my love? Are you dreaming of me taking you like this, like my own little fuck toy?" Although you still didn't wake, Dia could see just enough of your face to notice your expression twisted. It was looking very similar to the expression you gave him when he'd thoroughly turned you on and you were just waiting for the moment he'd grant mercy and finally make you cum.

In his lust, he forgot he wasn't trying to wake you, had intended to simply use you a little as encouragement to pleasure himself, but the way your body almost seemed to submit to him now was driving him crazy. He stopped stroking his cock for a moment to grab your ass cheeks, backing up a little and spreading them to get a good look at your core, your now exposed hole already clenching as if in anticipation of his body, your arousal obvious. Oh it was a fight not to take you then and there.

"And look how needy you are, clenching around nothing," he continued. As he kept you spread open, he sandwiched his cock between your cheeks, his abundant precum working well as lubricant as he slowly started to thrust. "You say you're exhausted but it looks like you're already ready for me. You look like I could just slide right in, and you wouldn't even wake up. What do you think of that?"

Of course, you didn't respond, and he didn't expect you to. Really, he had no intention of actually doing that. Your rules were clear when you'd allowed him this much: no penetration, at least not involving his dick specifically, and the last thing he ever wanted to do was destroy your trust or hurt you. But just letting his imagination run wild was enough to fuel his building climax, and the dirty speech simply helped.

He could hear the soft repetitive plap as his large balls tapped against you, and he remembered taking you in this exact position many times in the past. In fact, it was one of his favorites, second only to mating press. Something about it let him reach a particularly deep spot in you, where your legs had jolted every time his cockhead kissed it the first time you two tried it, pulling out a mewl from your lips as he abused this new knowledge. And of course, he was always enamored with how deep he could cum inside you that way, too. You hadn't been able to walk by the end of it, limbs trembling and brain full of mush for longer than usual afterwards, and Dia was obsessed with it.

As he continued thrusting, his strong fingertips still holding your hips and ass up against him, he imagined it now, wishing so deeply he could be buried inside you again. He could feel his climax rising up quickly, and wanted more than anything to empty himself in you. But he settled for a backshot as his pleasure crested, accidentally shoving his weight forward as his balls clenched, just moments before hot ropes of cum shot out. He quickly righted himself, moving back to stroking his throbbing cock with one hand, his free hand squeezing your ass cheek and exposing your hole again, just in time to cum across your ass and your opening as well.

Diavolo was breathing heavily, heartbeat thumping throughout his body, and he gave himself a moment to settle down before looking at his handiwork. It was filthy and gorgeous all the same time, his precious seed covering your skin and dripping down your ass. Something in him wanted to always see you like this, mark you in his seed whenever he could, as unfeasible as it was. However, he couldn’t help but curse as the post nut clarity hit hard, realizing what a mess he made and knowing he’d have to still clean you up, too. He was a prince and a gentleman, after all, he couldn’t just leave you like this.

Diavolo was sure he was much less than quiet in the act, but now that he was hyper-aware of himself again, he was trying to determine how to quietly remove himself to fetch a washcloth for you. However, a soft giggle alerted him, and he looked over to see you looking back at him over your shoulder, a dreamy smile on your face. Your eyes were droopy, trying to blink the sleep out of them yet, but it was clear you knew exactly what happened. Dia couldn’t help it as his face heat up, feeling like he’d been caught in the act even though you’d already given him the okay to start with.

“I thought my dreams were getting pretty horny suddenly. Did you have fun?” you asked, your voice still a little groggy.

Your lover cleared his throat, moving off of your body to give you some space once more.

“I think you’re asking something you already know the answer to, my love,” he chided, and you giggled again. He glanced over at you, his gaze apologetic as he reached out to stroke your face. “Sorry for waking you. Just give me a moment and I will get you cleaned up, then you can go back to sleep.”

You smiled at his touch, before wiggling your hips and kissing his hand, sneaking your tongue out to lick one of his fingers suggestively. That caught Diavolo’s attention, particularly that of his flagging cock as the blood immediately started to rush south for the second time this morning.

“Careful, love, I’m still feeling insatiable this morning, and I know you must be exhausted. You’re really poking the beast.” His tone was warning, but his twitching cock was calling to you, regardless, hopeful for more.

You hummed, taking one of his fingers into your mouth and suckling. Diavolo’s breath hitched as he felt your tongue swirl around the digit, and he was speechless as your mouth popped off of him suddenly, a thin thread of saliva connecting you still.

“Well, maybe I’ve recovered a little and want to see some more of this beast, how about that? Besides, you went and got me all turned on too, getting all handsy like that.” Diavolo couldn’t refute that, he had definitely pushed the boundaries of your agreement. “Maybe if you help me clean off in the bath, we can see just how much more I can take.”

Diavolo was quick to gather you into his arms after that, barely taking a moment to wrap a sheet around you to protect from wandering eyes as he rushed off towards the royal baths. It was almost comical the way his cock bobbed as he practically ran off, and if he wasn’t next in line for the throne, he’d be a laughingstock in the court. But when it came to you, there was much Diavolo was more than willing to put up with; he could handle a little humiliation so long as he had you.

You were truly going to be the death of him.

#diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #diavolo smut #spicy minx 🔥#the minx can write ✍️#cant believe i forgot to mention size kink

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outerspacebisexual · 2 years

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Secret Moments - Robin Buckley

Summary: You get all dolled up for Hawkins High's 100th birthday celebrations. The new dress you bought is having its desired effect on your secret girlfriend.

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: smut, oral sex, fingering, a little bit fluffy, consent is always so sexy

a/n: 18+ MDNI. i'm serious. i'll call ur dad if you do. obvi based on dress by taylor swift

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Even from across the room, you could feel her stare.

Her eyes raked over you, feeling like electricity tingling across your skin—over the dress that you had chosen just for her. It was her favourite colour, and it fit you perfectly, accentuating all the features that she loved.

The dress had been a power move, one that it seemed was paying off quite well.

You had only spared her a single glance as you entered the Hawkins High gymnasium for the school’s 100th anniversary. She had chosen to wear a suit—like you expected—but the way that it clung to her legs, pulling tighter around her thighs, had the images of your tongue running along the inside of them flashing through your mind faster than you could stop them.

You two had mutually chosen to keep your blossoming relationship a secret. Not only from the town who would no doubt cast you out in the blink of an eye, but also from all of your friends.

Robin had wanted to tell Steve initially, but the more the two of you snuck around, the more she liked the secrecy. The clandestine meetings in the middle of the night, the quiet glances from across a room, stolen moments behind the arcade; they became a thrilling game that she loved to play, especially when it was with you.

It helped that you two ran in completely different circles. You had been friendly enough with her in high school, but it wasn’t until a few months ago that you began to know each other more intimately.

Keeping it from your friends came easy to you. But for her, it was a little more difficult.

You were barely paying attention to your friend as he spoke right in front of you, mind floating to Robin every two seconds. You couldn’t help it. She just looked so good.

“Can you believe that it’s been three years since we graduated?” your friend said, nudging you when you didn’t answer.

Your head snapped to him. “Hmm? Oh, yeah. It’s crazy.” If you weren’t so preoccupied, you would have found it insane that time seemed to be flying by quicker and quicker. High school had been a drag that felt longer than it had actually been, but now, three years had passed in the blink of an eye.

“Do you want to get another drink?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Sure,” you said, eyes darting in Robin’s general direction for a split second. “I could use one.”

Most of the town had shown up for the historic event, many dressed in their best finery, posing for the photographers as they made their rounds. It had been Hawkins’ most high anticipated event for six months now.

Squeezing past people to get to the drinks table turned out to be an effort, and by the time you reached the other side of the gym, you were dying for a drink.

You thanked the Hawkins High student who handed you a cup of brightly coloured punch that burned on the way down. You shook your head, choking out, “Someone’s spiked that already.”

Your friend’s laugh turned into a cough as he, too, downed a glass and found it stronger than he expected. “Christ. With what? All the liquor in Indiana?”

You raised a brow at the student and he just looked away with a suspiciously innocent look on his face. You leaned over to your friend. “Good to see some things haven’t changed.”

Suddenly, there was a hand on your shoulder and you turned to find Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington in all his glory. “Steve!” you said, and he gave you a quick hug.

“Y/N, hey. How are you?”

You had been friendly with Steve before graduation, seeing him at parties and even having a few classes together during the second half of senior year. But you hadn’t seen him in over a year, despite Robin talking about him all the time.

“I’m good,” you said. “How about you?”

He held up his hand in a so-so gesture. “I’m working at Family Video now, so, you know, getting by.”

You didn’t tell him that you already knew that. It felt weird, you thought, knowing all these things about him without actually knowing him.

His eyes caught something over your head and he said, “Hey, you should come meet my friends, if you’re not busy?”

You looked back to your friend, and he nodded in agreement, so you both followed Steve through the gym to a rag-tag group of people who had positioned themselves carefully by the entrance. No doubt so they could make a quick exit once they were sick of the festivities.

Steve pointed at each person, introducing them to you. “This is Nancy and Jonathan, who you know, and then Mike, Will, Dustin, Lucas, Max, El, and Eddie.” You politely waved and said hello to each of them, schooling your face into neutrality as you pretended that you didn’t know a thing about them.

“And this is Robin,” Steve continued, patting Robin on the shoulder.

Up close, she looked even better than you had thought. Her hair was brushed back, pinned behind her ears, and her burgundy suit jacket was hung over her shoulders, revealing a white button-up with the top few buttons undone.

You tried to remain casual, holding out your hand for her to shake. “Nice to meet you.”

Her eyes slowly trailed from your hand to your face as she took it in her own. “Pleasure.” You both held on for a split second longer than necessary.

“So,” Steve said to you. “I didn’t know you were still in Hawkins.”

Turning to him, you said, “Yeah, I’m working at the library at the moment. It’s OK, but not something I want to do forever.”

Robin and you had discussed leaving Hawkins completely, going somewhere where you were a little less small-town-pariah-y. But that was still a far-off fantasy for now.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, I get that. Are you here with someone?”

You gestured to your friend, who was currently engaged in a conversation with Nancy and Jonathan. “Just my friend.”

“Oh, really? You’re not together?”

You laughed. “No. He’s not exactly my type,” you explained, eyes darting to Robin for a split second. Her hands were in her pockets, looking more relaxed than she had when you had seen her earlier, and she had a conspiring smile on her face. You were glad Steve wasn’t paying attention to her.

“What about you?” you asked, turning the question on Steve.

“Just Robin here. We’re not together either. Just friends.”

You nodded, and just to stoke the fire, you said, “Are you seeing anyone?” You directed the question at both of them, but Steve took it upon himself to answer.

“Not at the moment. We’re both single.”

You fought back a smile as you looked to Robin. “Oh really? I find that surprising. Pretty girl like you not snapped up by someone.” Even in the dim light, you caught the soft flush on her cheeks.

She cleared her throat, and you saw the way she was trying her best to stay calm. “I guess I’m just waiting for the right person to come along,” she said.

“How will you know if it’s the right person?” You posed the question as offhanded curiosity.

“Oh, I’ll know.” The confidence behind her words sent a sharp thrill through you.

Even as Steve began asking you other questions, you were acutely aware of every move that Robin made. You knew that Steve had probably chalked up her silence to her anxiety, but you saw the way she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes constantly flickering between the crowd and you.

Her gaze was heavy, and your hands were almost shaking as you held back from reaching out to touch her, to take her face between your hands and kiss her stupid like you had been dying to do from the moment you saw her tonight.

“Y/N,” Robin cut in, and you swore that everything came to a stop around you as she said your name. The music and chatter of the entire gym was drowned out, and it became just the two of you. “I have to go to the bathroom. Do you want to come with me?”

“Yes, that would be great,” you said, shooting Steve your best faux apologetic look for leaving him mid-conversation. He waved you off, already turning to Lucas.

You followed Robin, her perfume wafting through the air like a trail that you followed.

Her hand brushed yours briefly as you made your way through the crowd, and you had to stop yourself from reaching for it again.

Once you were out of the gym, the hallways became less crowded. There was a line for the bathrooms, and you stopped at the back of the line, but Robin gestured for you to follow her.

You spared only a single glance behind you before you were rushing after her. She led you through the corridors, coming to a stop outside of the bathrooms on the other side of the school.

She wasted no time pushing the door open and pulling you inside. Your back hit the door as she pushed you against it, and then she was kissing you and locking the door behind you. It was desperate, and you kissed her back just as ferociously, hands coming to resting on her waist as hers came up to either side of your neck.

Her chest was flush with yours, and she groaned as she pulled away. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that all night,” she breathed.

“Probably about as much as I wanted to do it to you.”

Her eyes fell from your face to your exposed skin. “I like the dress.”

You were still breathing heavy as you said, “I brought it for you.”

“Oh, really?” Her eyes darkened, and she was already trailing kisses down the column of your neck before you could reply.

“Y-Yeah.” And a rush of confidence burst through you as she sank her teeth into the spot between your neck and your shoulder. “Only brought it so you could take it off.”

Robin faltered ever so slightly, and you knew that she was already picturing it on the floor. You used her moment of pause to guide her backwards towards the counter, capturing her lips in another heated kiss. She suddenly spun you around, silently asking you to jump onto the counter, which you did. She rested between your legs, and you ran your hands from her waist to her shoulders as her lips travelled down your exposed skin.

Her breaths were hot, and you shivered as her lips pressed along your collar bones. She ran her tongue over the skin above the neckline of your dress, and almost pouted when she couldn’t go any lower like she normally liked to.

Your hands came to her shoulders, and you made eye contact as she lowered herself to the ground. Kneeling in front of you, her eyes didn’t leave yours as her fingers found the edge of your dress.

She raised an eyebrow, and you nodded breathlessly.

Her grin was breathtaking, and she slowly gathered the material and disappeared beneath your dress.

She kissed along the inside of your thigh. She was taking her time and you painstakingly gripped the edge of the counter when she finally placed a kiss over your underwear.

“Robin,” you breathed. “Please hurry up.” If you had to wait any longer to feel her inside of you, you would explode.

She laughed at your desperation, and her fingers hooked around the sides of your underwear, pulling them down. Pulling you forward on the counter, you braced yourself for the contact, but nothing would ever prepare you for her.

The first tingles of pleasure shot through you as her tongue ran through you in one swipe. You moaned and leaned back against the mirror as she placed her mouth around your clit.

You could feel her smiling against you, at the way that she could make you fall apart. Only she could do it, and that fact spurred her on.

You felt the tips of her fingers tease your entrance, and you jumped as she sucked on your clit right as she pushed her fingers into you.

Breathing heavy, you tried to hold onto any semblance of control as she started moving in and out of you.

"Robin," you moaned, and hearing her name caused her to curl her fingers inside you, hitting that spot that had you crying out. You couldn't think about anything other than Robin and the pleasure that coursed through you thanks to her.

It wasn't long before that coil inside you started to form.

Feeling the way you squeezed around her, Robin lifted her mouth from you to say, "That's it, baby. Show me how good I make you feel."

Her mouth was back on you before you even registered what she'd said, and right as you did, the coil snapped, and you came hard, the cloud of pleasure drowning out anything other than the feeling of where you and her were connected.

She worked you through it, and by the time you started coming down from your high, she had removed her fingers and was lapping up everything you had given her.

When she finally appeared from beneath your dress, she pressed herself flush against you. She pressed her fingers to your lips, and you took them in your mouth, sucking them clean.

She watched you, and once you were done, she kissed you.

You kissed her back, still breathing heavy between kisses.

"You good, baby?" she asked you as she pulled away just enough to see your face.

You barely managed a nod. She smiled. It was a dopey smile, one that you found yourself surging forward to kiss again. You pushed yourself off the counter and Robin helped to stabilise you as your knees buckled.

Once you were sure that you were steady, you reached for the button on her pants, but she pulled your hands away, even as she kissed you.

You frowned, and Robin only grinned. "This dress needs to be off before I get what I want," she said, eyes running along the neckline. "How about we get out of here?"

You placed a kiss to the side of her neck. "My place or yours?"

"I don't care. I--"

There was a pounding on the door, and the two of you froze. "No one is supposed to be using these bathrooms," the voice on the other side of the door said. "Please unlock the door and return to the gymnasium."

You rushed to fix your dress. "Uh--Yeah, sorry! We'll head back now!" Robin helped you fix the hem, flattening out as many of the wrinkles as she could.

"We didn't really think this through," she mumbled, running her hands along the material in a last-ditch effort to iron out the creases that didn't seem to want to come out.

"Well, if you weren't so insatiable..." you replied, teasing.

Robin shot you a look. "Don't pretend I couldn't feel you undressing me with your eyes from across the room."

You smirked. "I can't help it. Not when my girlfriend is so unbelievably attractive all dolled up."

She straightened her jacket, flicking the lapels. "I'm a catch, I know."

The person pounded on the door again.

"My place?" you suggested.

Robin nodded. "Your place."

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Hey 👉👈😔🧎 hope you're doing well and staying hydrated,if the requests are open and u feel cool writing this ,I will be straight forward asking this🧍 can you write Maybe headcanons for Killer or law or Katakuri,,,,,, with Thier s/o first time riding Thier faces🧍🙏 , I'm down bad for these guys lately 😔 just imagine Killer trusting you nd loving you nd letting u just ride his pretty face,,,🤌🤌🤌🤌or Katakuri Begin careful with his teeth,,, Or law just cuz he hot nd I like his face ngl😔😔😔,,,,ight ,,feel free to ignore this if it's too much!

Hi @owlight you little deviant <3 I like your straightforwardness, I will give you all three of ya mans cause I'm fond of you (despite your fishy shenanigans.) You want face riding? You got it. Buckle up buckaroo.

CW: Spicy; AFAB reader; face riding headcanons; pussy eating; oral sex and masturbation; consent is applied wholeheartedly.

Minors DNI - you will be blocked

The first time Killer suggested that you sit on his face was after an intense battle with the Marines. His blood was surging and all he wanted was to have you close to him. Coincidentally, this was also the first time Killer allowed you to see him without the mask. He called it a trust exercise; you'd get to see his face, from your place above him as he ate you out.

You were hesitant at first, not entirely on board in being in such a position but Killer is nothing if not a smooth talker. It took him less than 5 minutes to convince you. Next think you know, you're in his bed naked and he's coaxing you over. Killer was still clothed as you crawled over his lap. Once your face was close, he gently slid his mask off - ruffling his hair to smooth out the helmet hair. You reach out and run your fingers through his soft mane, taking him in. He was everything, words die on your tongue because none would do justice to how beautiful every single feature is. You only get 30 seconds to admire him before he flops down, pulls his hair back, and as if you weigh NOTHING - he grabs under your thighs and lifts you up and on his face. Rude tbh.

Killer is very experienced and it shows. He lavishes you, praises you, worships you as he defiles your core with his tongue. Teeth gently nipping here and there; lips planting kisses around your sex. You admit being in this position had its advantages in spite of it being new for you. Body struggling to stay upright as you keen and squirm and jerk. You leak all over his surprisingly soft goatee hair.

He is quite skilled with his tongue, twisting and thrusting inside you, slurping and flicking your clit. When he sucks on your bundle of your nerves, you swear you feel closer to nirvana. His hands keep your thighs open as you ground down on his face, your hands fisting the mattress as you push down on him so greedy for more of him. His fingers dig into your flesh as you begin to convulse on him, snickering into your core as he doubles his efforts until you cry out in pleasure. 9/10 head game.

You hadn't seen Law emerge from his office in what felt like weeks but then he suddenly appeared in the kitchen as you were pouring yourself a cup of coffee. His lanky body draped over yours as he stole your cup and whispered in your ear, leaving your face red. Enigmatic son of a gun sprung face riding on you, what are you gonna do, say no?! Obviously not, so with a shit eating smirk plastered on his stupid, hot face as he leads you to his private cabin quarters.

Law's body is long in a way you didn't appreciate before you realized as you lay in bed with him, making out in the tight quarters with soft music playing in the background. He pulls you up on his body, trying to position you the way he wants. You rip his hat off his messy hair and toss it off the bed, his gray eyes light up in laughter as he watched it bounce of the mattress. Slim fingers press against your ass as he pushes you forward, the hairs of his goatee tickle your thighs as you slide on to his face. His earrings feel cold against your heated skin.

You watch him wet his lips and kiss your clit before he slips out his tongue. It's long, slender and strong as it presses against your core, swiping up to lick you up and down. You knew that he was an excellent french kisser but holy fuck could he french kiss your pussy. Man is having a gourmet dinner and you are the meal. Badahh bah bah bahh - he's lovin it.

Law openly laughs as you begin to desperately grind on his face, the tip of his nose pressed against your clit, shaking his face from side to side quickly to increase stimulation, making you cry out and arch back. Your head tilting backwards allows you to see that Law has been jerking himself off while he was eating you. What a talented man, is your final thought as the tension inside you snaps and you cum against his tongue. 8/10 kinda messy eater.

It took Katakuri ages to feel comfortable requesting this of you. It had taken him almost a year to remove his scarf in your presence! It was one of his best traits, his shyness. Crazy right? That The Katakuri could be shy...bashful even. One thing he definitely is - the sweetest man alive. You've never wanted for anything, he had you covered in every department - even in the bedroom despite the drastic size difference. There was also his sharp teeth to consider, watching him lick them as he watched you undress. Then you watched something that's for your eyes only...you watch Katakuri recline on to his back and beckon you forward.

Hiking up his body is not a figurative metaphor, it's literal but he so worth the cardio. You get to hold on to his hand as you climb though and that feels so nice, he's such a gentleman. His smile is honest-to-god so beautiful. It's so nice to seem him look so happy, gleeful, not a single crease of worry on as you settle over his face. His hands hold on to your legs carefully, his fingers doing their best to be a buffer between your skin and his sharp teeth.

Even though he can see into the future, that first swipe of his tongue is cautious and exploratory, eyes inspecting your face and body for ANY sign of pain or discomfort. When all he receives in response is a breathy sigh and grin on your face, he smiles and gives a second, cautious but more confident swipe up your sopping core. His tongue is large and heavy against you and you can't help but keen into the texture of his wet muscle. Katakuri can't help but smile widely when you keep doing it - he knew it was coming but it was still a treat to see it play out in real time. He'd been dreaming, thinking, wishing on this day to come but he'd been to nervous to actually do anything about it. Not until he contemplated asking you one day and his future sight told him you'd say yes. Then he had panicked and ran to his siblings for advice on eating pussy.

Katakuri is a dedicated man - once his siblings gave their advice, he did research like a nerd and then practiced on stuffed dolls. The stuffed dolls he had been gifting you randomly over the better part of a month. Presently he is showing off all he learned on your pulsing pussy as you cry out and grab his face as you buck into him, thighs squishing down on his jaw as you try to climb him again for more stimulation. You were getting to rowdy so for your own good, he applies all his focus on slurping and sucking your clit like a vacuum until your toes curl and you screech out in wanton pleasure, triggering him to pull off and stick his sinful tongue in you. Katakuri doesn't ease up - he plunges in and finds your g-spot like a heat seeking missile. You come undone a few seconds sooner than his foresight foresaw, clenching on his tongue as you cream around it. Tears leaking from your eyes as your body shakes in the afterglow of your orgasm, he eases you off his face and though your eyes are bleary, you don't miss the way his tongue laps up the juices on his face and chin. 10/10 King of Cream

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Part Six

Here it is, and let me just say, I am so sorry in advance! My heart hurt writing this one...

Title: Once an Asshole, Always an Asshole

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4600+

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Cigars and Smoking, Crying, Angst, Pining, Robert Floyd (A warning).

Second Chance Romance!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bob Floyd, or anything related to Top Gun Maverick within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

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The group, Sunny included, make themselves comfortable at the tables near the pool table. It's their usual hangout spot, so they slip into their groove quickly. Nat and Hangman are now going head-to-head in a cut throat game of pool while Sunny and Rooster chat, acting as peanut gallery when the game requires it. Sunny basically had to push Nat into playing, convincing her that they will have two weeks together and more than enough time for everyone. Natasha grumbles as the game gets started but slowly put her game face on, not ready to loose to Hangman.

"So, Sunshine, where are you from?" Rooster asks before taking a long swig of his beer.

"Originally? Or do you mean where I live now?" Sunny shoots back, a twinkle in her eye that Rooster can't help but notice. Sunny brings a hand up to her necklace, playing with the small pendent between the tips of her fingers.

There is something about her that reminds him of his Mom. Maybe its the way she instantly fills the room around her with light, like it's pouring straight from her soul. Maybe it's her carefree nature, or the way her bangs have come loose from her pins, the delicate curls falling into her eyes. Somewhere between the first sight of her, as he and Natasha barreled into the parking lot of the Hard Deck, and now, his soul decided that Sunny is exactly who his sister would have been if he had been fortunate enough to have one while growing up. They may not look alike, share parents, be from the same place, or even know each other, but his heart knows she is going to be a part of his life. Damnit if he isn't going to treat her exactly like the little sister he has always wanted.

"I live in Colorado Springs now, I work at a book publishers office there. I'm actually hoping that they will take me on as a permanent novelist as soon as my first full length book is actually finished being written. I thought by now it would be done, you know? But life get in the way I guess, huh? I can't live off of publishing poetry for the rest of my life, that's for sure," Sunny tries to tuck the loose pieces of hair back into her clips but they keep slipping through her fingers. "I'm from Montana, originally, though!"

"Oh! That's where that accent is from!" The pieces fall into place for Rooster, "I was thinking you were from somewhere down south but I couldn't place it!" Sunny is thankful Rooster grazed over the published books thing. Though she loves work, and she is proud of all that she has accomplished, its a real relief to not have to talk about work.

"Oh yeah," A blush creeps over Sunny's features, her chest flooding with a color akin to her dress. "Other direction!"

"Where in Montana?"

"No where you've heard of," She tries to dismiss it with a wave of her hand, her other still toying with the pendent on her necklace.

"Try me!" Bradley is confident, really, even though he knows he isn't going to have a damn clue. He couldn't name a city in Montana if he tried.

"I grew up outside of Wibaux, south of I94, in Florence," Sunny's voice is quiet, the quietest it's been since she got into Hangman's pickup. She is still trying to pin her hair back, the frustration she is feeling making it increasingly difficult. "It's a little nowhere town, really. It was mostly school sports and lots of ranching. Not much to write home about,"

"Isn't Bob from Montana?" Natasha asks the boys, but they both shrug. "Maybe he was from Wyoming. Somewhere tiny, that I know for sure,"

Sunny laughs a bit, finding Natasha's lapse in memory amusing. For as long as they have known each other, Sunny has always been convinced that Natasha has a fantastic memory. She would have to, to fly that damn jet, right?

"Did you guys have a big football following?" He questions, trying to keep the conversation going. Rooster wants to know her like the back of his hand, the yearning to add another person to his small patchwork family itching at his palms.

Sunny drops her hands in defeat, the battle with her hair useless without a mirror. She rolls her eyes at herself, a thick sign falling from her lips. She takes a quick sip from her drink before putting her attention back on Rooster.

"We didn't have a football team," Bradley looks at Sunny like she is crazy, the whole idea seeming nuts to him, "Big ones were swimming and basketball, actually," Bradley goes quiet for a second and so Sunny adds a small "Go Pronghorns!" with little to no actual pep to her voice. She waves her fist half heartedly in the air, the movement strange.

They sit there for a moment longer, both of their faces twisting to awkward grimaces before they burst into fits of giggles, all of the awkwardness that begun enveloping them bursting in on itself and disappearing.

"Were you a basketball or a swimming fan?" Bradley inquires from behind his beer can.

"Are we talking the sport or the members?" The question earns Sunny a look from Natasha. She leans against the side of the pool table, Hangman behind her, lining up his next shot.

"Don't even get her started, Roos," Natasha jabs playfully.

"What, I cared about sports!" Sunny attempts to defend herself, but the blush enveloping her skin tells otherwise.

"You didn't care about sports, don't try and kid yourself," Nat winks, "You only went to the swim meets because you were just in love with-"

"Alright!" Sunny almost jumps out of her skin, holding her hands out in defeat, "I am going to run to the restroom, then hit the bar for another drink, does anyone need anything?"

Sunny sends a glare to Natasha as she slides down off of her stool. She mouths 'I hate you' to her friend, her eyes holding no malice.

"A round of beers please, my beautiful Sunny," Natasha speaks, trying to butter her up, "But hurry back! Bob just texted, he said he's five minutes out!" Sunny gives her a thumbs up before heading for the bathroom.

She doesn't actually have to use the bathroom, just the mirror. She makes quick work of pulling the pins from her hair, the pieces falling down to their natural place. She picks up one by one, French twisting them back out of her face. After a couple on each side, secured with pins she washes her hands and heads out the door, her next stop, the bar.

As she made her way through the crowd, she couldn't keep her mind from wandering. She thought of the Ranch back home and the world she left behind. She spots a young Airman, belly up to the bar, his blond hair pushed back out of his face. He can't be older than twenty two, his young features and baby face make him look about eighteen. He reminds her of Robert Floyd and her heart aches for just a second, but she tries to shake that thought from her head as quickly as it came.

If Natasha hadn't opened her mouth, maybe she wouldn't be thinking about him again. Maybe she wouldn't be feeling that pang of stale hurt in her chest, reliving that conversation over and over again. 'I didn't work my ass off to throw it all away over a girl like you,' it still hurts, though it's different now. The pain isn't sharp as daggers and all consuming. Instead, it is wrapped tightly around her ribs and sometimes, it squeezes, constricting, reminding her that it's still there.

She catches herself missing the smell of cherry tobacco, the scent still stuck in her nose.

"You must be Sunny," A warm voice greets her from behind the bar. "I'm Penny," the dark haired woman greets, a kind smile spread over her lips. Penny looks like the personification of home. The warmth that emanates from her is almost stifling, but Sunny can't help but bask in it anyway.

"I like your nametag, much better than the ones we usually get in here," The words are said with a wink, then blush spreads across Sunny's cheeks. Her hand comes up to feel the crinkle of the sticky nametag stuck to the front of her dress.

"Yeah, that's me," Sunny smiles at her, the blush darkening on her cheeks, "Can I please order a round of-"

"Beers for those two knuckleheads and the lovely Phoenix?" Penny finishes for her, already pulling the beers out of the cooler. "I've also got a Pepsi for you and a glass of water for Bob. He walked in a minute ago," Penny has everything down to a science, one that surprises and delights Sunny in equal measure.

"How'd you know?" Sunny giggles, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I have the pleasure of being engaged to the Dagger Squad's captain, so I know those guys pretty well, plus they are pretty much the only reason I stock beer in cans anymore," Penny puts the last of the drinks onto a tray with a chuckle. Sunny moves towards the tray, her fingertips grazing over the edge.

"Phoenix has been talking about you coming since the moment she found out. Then Hangman gave me the rundown when he came in with Rooster," She explains, her hands working quickly as she wipes down the bar. Then, she grabs a cup of peanuts from behind the bar top, placing it on the tray, "It's all yours, take the tray with you, I'll be by to pick it up in a few minutes,"

"Thank you," Sunny speaks, pulling the tray up off of the counter, balancing it near her shoulder. Thank god for the muscle memory of her long forgotten waitressing skills.

"You've got one hell of a memory, Penny," Sunny compliments, shooting the older woman a bright smile.

"Thank you, Sunshine," Penny winks. Sunny nods her head towards Penny one last time before turning on her heel, headed back towards the back of the bar. She dodges a couple of young Marines, both too caught up in their own conversation to see her coming. Sunny turns back to Penny, rolling her eyes playfully as she gestures to the Marines with a tilt of her head.

"Oh, and Sunny," Penny yells after her, a light giggle laced though her words, "Welcome to Fighter Town!"

Sunny navigates through the ever growing crowd, making her way back to the Daggers. She can't help but let her eyes wonder over the many uniforms that adorn the crowd. From flight suits and Peanut-Butters to BDU's and Veteran hats. It felt like everyone in the bar was wearing something to signify that they were Military affiliated.

She feels like an outsider, someone from the wrong side of town, the wrong state, the wrong part of the country. Her world has always been quiet, from the sprawling plains of the family ranch to the stillness of her office. Her world is soft, made up of cricket sounds and book pages. This world is hardened exteriors and no fear.

The world around her is bustling, sticky with stale beer and sweat. There is a constant underlying smell of jet fuel and saltwater across Fighter Town. It's all new and she can't help but wish Natasha would have prepared her better.

She knew Natasha was in the Navy, of course she did. Natasha clued her into that fact when they first started talking, but what really secured that fact for Sunny was when a couple of Naval Officers showed up on her doorstep to interview her about her involvement with Natasha. Something about clearing those closest to her before she could be rewarded her Top Secret clearance.

Sunny never did tell Nat of the men who knocked on her door, dressed in uniform. She felt her world slow down at the sight of them, like it does in the movies when a Soldier dies; the world spun unbelievably fast the moment she found out Natasha was okay. Whatever she told them must have worked out; two months later she received an email from Natasha, boasting about her new clearance. Sunny couldn't have been happier if she tried.

Still, Sunny feels that she is standing on the outside looking in, the way she has felt most of her life, until she catches sight of Hangman and Rooster. They are bumping shoulders with each other, both wearing smiles that light up their eyes. She can hear Natasha's laugh through the bustle, the sound makes her heart swell. The world feels just a little bit smaller, or maybe she is just a little bit closer.

Her eyes catch Natasha through the crowd as she makes it to the pool table where Hangman and Rooster have begun a new game. Rooster is leaning over the table, lining up a shot to the corner pocket. That's when she sees him.

Everything around her feels impossibly slow, her heart beat echoing throughout her body. She can feel it in her hands, fingers pulsing as she opens and closes her fists. Sunny takes in the sight before her, trying to concentrate over the whooshing of her heart in her ears.

Robert Floyd is sitting next to Natasha, his blond hair cut shorter than Sunny had ever seen it before. It was cropped short on the sides, the longest parts at the top of his head gelled back out of his bright eyes. He had aged, of course he had, but instead of looking older, he just looked like a more mature version of the boy she had always known. Slightly bent, gold framed glasses sit slightly crooked on the bridge of his nose and he reaches up to adjust them often, trying to get to bent metal to sit correctly on his face.

Sunny had never seen him so quiet; he sat leaning in towards Natasha, his ear in her direction, his hands laced together in his lap as he listens to whatever story she is telling him. The smile on his face is exactly the way she remembers it, slightly crooked as it lights up his entire face.

The medals pinned to the chest of his uniform are perfect; from their color to their placement, hell, they are even lint rolled to perfection. They make her a bit nauseous, too akin to his letterman jacket in her eyes. It is strange to see him like his, so gentle, so pristine. There's no cowboy hat clutched loosely in his hand, his usual boots swapped out for well polished dress shoes. From where she stands, she can't catch even a hint of the tobacco that typically permeates from his clothes.

Her heart aches a bit for the loose, unkempt guy she used to know. From the lack of distinct cherry scent down to the missing pearl that usually cover his now plain buttons. Yet, it's the hair she misses the most. She loved his long locks, specifically the way her fingers felt threaded through them. He looks so much like a man now.

Initially, Sunny feels the urge to run over to him and wrap her arms around his torso. She wants to press her ear against his chest and listen to his heart beat, just like all the women do in all of the books she reads. She wants that second chance romance moment- the one where the leading man takes the leading woman's face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes as he confesses all of his wrong doings. She wants to feel his hands on her bare skin again.

Then she remembers that conversation again. It plays over in her mind once more. 'I didn't work my ass off to throw it all away over a girl like you,'.

Now, she can feel the anger bubbling up from deep in her. She wants to throw a beer at him, cover his pristine uniform in amber liquid, letting the tan fabric go dark and wet. Sunny imagines the pleasure she would feel watching the liquid fall from his frame onto the well polished leather of his shoes. She wants the revenge, the shouting match, the bared feelings of hurt and aguish. Sunny wants to yell at him in the way Miss Bennet yelled at Mr. Darcy, all anger and justified hurt. Maybe then, they would both be fraught with pain, just as she had been since the moment he walked away from her.

But before she can do either, her body is moving on it's own accord. Sunny sets the tray of drinks down on the pool table, interrupting the game. Hangman and Rooster look at her with 'what-the-fuck' expressions, but she ignores them, instead stepping around to the other side of the table. Her movement catches Bob and Natasha's attention, drawing them out of their conversation.

Bob looks at Sunny, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips then back again, triangulating her features. He takes her in like she is his reason for breathing. She is stunning, that much he will admit to himself, from the way her hair is pulled back from her face, to the slight blotchiness of her skin, no doubt from all the crying Phoenix had been telling him about.

Bob takes in a deep breath, letting Sunny's face fill in all of the blank spaces in the stories Phoenix has shared with him. He lets the image of her features paint each memory, bringing them to completion.

He lets his gaze trail down her body, taking in the gentle pattern of her dress, the little yellow flowers spiraling around the bright red fabric. Bob has always been one for details. His eyes hit her boots next, his heart stuttering a bit at the sight. God, he has missed seeing people in boots, and a beautiful woman in boots? That might just do him in.

When his eyes trail back up her body, they lock in on the pendent of her necklace. The distinct outline of Montana hangs from the delicate chain around her neck. Bob fights the quirking corner of his mouth, attempting to keep the large grin threatening his features at bay. Finally, he thinks, someone from home, someone he might just have something in common with.

That thought causes a wave of anxiety laced excitement to roll through him, his heart cresting over the wave of emotion as it rolls from his head down his torso. He tries to push the feeling down, the further away from his chest the easier it is to focus.

Bob stands quickly, holding his hand out to her in greeting, ignoring the obvious look of bewilderment on her face, "Hi, I'm Robert Floyd, you must be Sunny! I've heard so much about you. It's wonderful to meet you!" His tone is light, friendly even. It squeezes her chest, her heart aching.

This is not the Bob she knows.

Her expression doesn't change and the wave of anxiety rolls back up Bob's body, taking his heart under the swell again.

Sunny doesn't even move, she doesn't speak, instead, she stands two feet in front of him and her best friend, her head cocked slightly to one side. Her eyebrows are deeply furrowed, mouth slightly agape. Her eyes slowly move from Bob to Natasha and back again, all of the pieces connecting. She narrows her gaze to a pinpoint.

"Sunny, what's wrong?" Natasha's voice is filled with nerves, her own anxiety peaking. Natasha could almost feel the confusion coming off of Sunny in waves that crest into pure negative. There is silence between the everyone for a minute before Natasha asks again, a little more force behind her voice this time, "Sunny, what's wrong?"

Bob still hasn't retracted his hand. Sunny shakes her head at the sight. Everything finally understood.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Sunny's voice is almost silent, pointed, until she turns her attention to Natasha, "Robert Wayne Floyd, the 'sweetest guy you've ever met', your goddamn back seater is Floyd!"

Nat's eyebrows are furrowed and she looks at Bob for some sort of a clue as to what's going on. All he can do is shrug, having awkwardly retracted his hand after his name came flying from Sunny's lips. He was taken aback by the use of his full name and the venom Sunny's voice possessed as she spoke them.

Rooster and Hangman are standing closer now, further from the pool table, their game and drinks long forgotten. The men behind Sunny are each on edge, unsure of the situation but ready to jump into action at a moments notice.

Sunny turns her attention back to Bob, heat overtaking her skin and disbelief bubbles through her. Her eyes hold a distinct look of hurt as Bob scans over them, taking in the features of her face.

"You have no idea who I am," There is no fluctuation to her tone. It was not a question. She wants to scoff, but really, she knows she shouldn't be surprised. This is Bob Floyd, after all.

It was in this moment that Sunny realized just how much of a hold Bob still had on her heart. There was no room left to wonder as he stood in front of her, a kind but confused look written over the plains of his face. Somewhere in her subconscious she knows the wants to kiss him. Kiss that dumb look off his face, thread her hands through his too neat hair, and remind him exactly of what he walked away from. She doesn't move, instead, she clenches her fists, the feeling of her pulse thrumming thickly through her tightly curled fingers. Sunny wants to hate him, that feeling tangling in her chest, still so familiar after ten years. She should hate him, but she doesn't.

Bob swears he can almost see the gears turning in her head, almost hear her thinking. Her expression is hard, concentrated. He wants to help her, to know what about his presence in this bar has got her all tangled up. He feels like he was left soaking wet under the hot sun, uncomfortable in the way his skin is almost burning under her gaze.

Sunny brings her hands up to her face and Bob almost tenses at the movement. Sunny breathes deeply behind her palms before running her hands over her hair. Pieces come out of the twists, falling into her eyes. That sparks a bit of familiarity deep within Bob's brain.

"Of course you don't," Sunny's tone is dry, un-humored and scratchy against her throat- she holds back tears. She draws her lips into a line, shaking her head.

"What's going on, Sunny?" Natasha is standing now, positioning herself in between her best friend and her WSO. She shoots a lightly panicked look to the Pilots standing behind Sunny, her eyes almost shouting for help, like they might know something she doesn't.

Hangman moves to step closer, answering Nat's panicked look with action. Bradley stops him with a firm hand on Hangman's chest.

"Not yet," His voice is barely above a whisper, almost getting lost in the loud atmosphere of the bar. If the two men hadn't been standing so close together, Jake would've missed the words. With a grumble, he pushed Bradley's hand from his chest but stays put, heeding the warning.

Maybe if Sunny hadn't been so upset she could've told Natasha that the man standing in front of her was the same man she had told her about so shortly after they began emailing- her first real heartbreak, the man who she had never really gotten over. Maybe she could have told her that she was literally teasing about Bob a few minutes before, talking about the one person on the swim team that she was in love with. Maybe she could have clued Nat in, but she doesn't say a word.

Instead of getting over him, she ran. She ran from the family ranch, from her small town, from anything and everything that reminded her of Robert Floyd, because that was the only thing she could do to keep from breaking her own heart again and again and again. Sunny told herself she left to go to school, to become a writer, that she was doing it for herself. In reality, that desire got pushed to the back burner for a while, the need to be as far away from Florence had been forefront in her mind.

So, in leu of offering any sort of verbal answer, instead of clearing things up, Sunny pulls her knee up, reaching into her boot, pulling a small pocket knife loose form the inside of the leather. There is a warn patch on the leather, where the knife has been kept there for some time, the brown now discolored form the many times the knife has been pulled from and put back into that specific place. It has been kept there for years.

Natasha and Sunny share eye contact as Sunny pulls the knife from her boot. Natasha's eyes are pleading, the creases on the corners visible. Her brows are furrowed, lips pursed. The whole expression screams 'tell me what's wrong, let me help'. Sunny, on the other hand, has her brows is raised giving Phoenix a clear look into her eyes. They swim with hurt and turmoil, something she usually sees in the eyes of new Seamen on the backends of deployment. Nothing could have prepared Natasha for seeing that look in her friend's eyes.

The knife is hidden in Sunny's grasp before any of the Daggers can see it. She holds it with too tight a grip, her hands trembling, one around the folding knife, the other down at her side.

This isn't her Bobby, that much she is sure of. The man in front of her is not the man she had kissed her and left her, the man who broke her heart. Hell, there isn't a smoke tucked behind his ear, there should be, there is always one. He doesn't smell like cherry tobacco. He doesn't smell right, and that makes Sunny's heart clench tighter. That's what decides it for her, the lack of distinct tobacco that usually clings to his clothes.

This really isn't her Bob Floyd. This man in a stranger. But, she knows one thing for sure.

Sunny throws the closed pocket knife at him, the object making hard contact with the center of his chest, thudding against him before clanking to the ground. It bounces unceremoniously under the table. Bob brings his hand up to rub over the area the metal came in contact with, but his eyes never leave her form.

The moment that old pocket knife left Sunny's grasp, she wanted it back. She curses herself for letting the emotion take over her thoughts- the fact that she is still clinging onto any sort of hope that the man in front of her might remember her twists up her insides. She wants Bob back but she has settles for the only part of Bobby she had been able to hold on to She wants to carry it with her like she has been for the last ten years. She wants it the knife back, but it's too late for that now. It sits face down on the ground, discarded like she had been all those years ago.

Sunny turns to walk away, tears threatening her eyes again. Before she goes, she is throwing one last sentence over her shoulder, directed right at him.

"Oh Bobby, once an asshole, always an asshole,"

#bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd imagine #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd x you #robert floyd imagine #bob floyd angst #best friend phoenix #best friend natasha trace #once an asshole #bob floyd fic

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narcos october prompts

The Narcos Fandom Forever discord server is introducing a month-long challenge, the Narcos October Prompts, which is open to fan creators for both the OG Narcos and Narcos MX TV shows.

Creators of all kinds are encouraged to make all types of fanworks! Fic, art, gifs, vids, and other miscellaneous fanworks are all welcome.

Each fanwork must be published on the day that corresponds to the prompt. There are two prompts for each day of the month, and you can choose which you prefer.

For example, you can post a fanwork inspired by the Day 7 prompt “Blackout” on October 7. If you create something late, you can publish it on the amnesty day, which is October 30.

Please use the hashtag #narcoctober to submit your entries, so we can find them and reblog them!

EDIT: the event is now over. To enjoy the things we've created, peruse masterlist i (days 1-10), masterlist ii (day 11-25), and masterlist iii (day 26-31).

🍰 Prompt List 🍰

October 1 — Day of Firsts

Create a fanwork about a canon character you’ve never written about/used before.

Create a fanwork of an alternate universe you’ve never tried to create before.

October 2 — “Porque No Los Dos?” Day

Create a crossover for the original Narcos show and the Narcos: Mexico show, featuring at least one character for each.

Anything involving polyamory, ex: a fic about somebody who has two or more partners (with their partners’ knowledge and consent, aka not infidelity. That’s a different prompt).

October 3 — Day of Music

Create and post a playlist for fic/wip of yours OR your favorite episode and explain why each song resonates for that fic/wip or episode.

Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and whatever song comes up first, that’s your prompt.

>>> more prompts below the cut

October 4 — Day of Conflict

Anything involving a fistfight or a gunfight.

Quote prompt: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

October 5 — Day of Visual Art

Visual fanworks: post a screenshot, meme, gif, gifset, video, or other non-fic visual fanwork.

Create a fanwork about a character interacting with a piece of art (e.g. buying decoration for a new home, stealing a piece, hitting on a stranger at a gallery, creating art themselves, etc)

October 6 — Day of International Relations

Write non-English language fic.

Use a random country picker and utilize that country in your work in some way: a character is from that country, a food from that country shows up, there’s international politics, etc. You get two rerolls if you don’t like the first or second country you get. If you get the United States, reroll automatically.

October 7 — Day of Darkness

Make something centered around non-death dark topics (we have a specific death day already). Morally or emotionally dark topics/themes.

One-word prompt: Blackout.

October 8 — Day of Light

A day of pure fluff: anything insanely, unambiguously, self-indulgently, luxuriously enjoyable.

One-word prompt: Sunrise.

October 9 — Day of Gay

Create anything devoted to an LGBTQ+ character. This can be your headcanon, but if you want a canon gay character, Pacho and his boyfriends are canonically gay. Also, one of Pacho’s biker lady criminals is played by a trans actress.

Create anything with a queer and/or trans original character or reader insert.

October 10 — Day of Tough Shit

Write a fic whose exact wordcount is divisible by 500 (500, 1000, 1500, etc).

Make a fanwork in a medium you’ve never used before. If you make GIFs, write something. If you write, draw. Etc. As long as it’s uncharted territory for you!

October 11 — Day of Fun

Create a non-visual, non-fic fanwork: quiz, game, playlist, incorrect quotes.

Create a fanwork with at least one joke in it (that YOU think is funny, fuck everyone else if they don’t think it’s funny lmao).

October 12 — Day of Death

Kill a character who lives in canon.

Create something with a character who is mourning a dying thing rather than a person (their dying relationship, their dying career, their dying city, their dying memories, their dying friendship, their dying dreams, etc etc etc)

October 13 — Day of Life

Create a fanwork in which a character avoids their canonical death.

Create a fanwork about characters having kids (sex to have kids, pregnancy, the birth itself, the kids growing up) or choosing not to have kids. It's a free country (it’s sorta a free country) (it’s sorta kinda a free country) (depends on which country we’re talking about i suppose)

October 14 — Day of Support

Create a review, response, or analysis of a Narcos or Narcos Mexico fic, in the style of an Amazon review or a NYT book review or something like that. Please keep it constructive and positive, no roasts.

Quote prompt: “I got you.”

October 15 — Day of Absolute Filth

Create a smut fanwork that includes three different kinks and/or sex acts (basically you could tag it with at least three tags that are Pure Filth).

Create a fanwork about a character’s moral corruption.

October 16 — Day of Surprises

These prompts were revealed at the start of the day.

Create a fanwork that focuses on dreams, either literal or metaphorical.

Shrimp.

October 17 — Day of Rare Treasures

Create a fanwork about a character that only shows up in one (1) season of the show. the rarer the better honestly

“I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.”

October 18 — Day of History

Create a fanwork about characters experiencing, participating in, or witnessing a real life historical event (could have been depicted in canon or not) e.g. moon landing.

Create a fanwork about two exes meeting unexpectedly.

October 19 — Day of Hurt

Create a fanwork about a character so emotionally or physically hurt that they can’t help but start crying even though they don’t want to.

Make a spitework (that is, a fanwork addressing something in canon that pissed you off, whether it was a character or a plot point).

October 20 — Day of Comfort

Create a fanwork about a character getting exactly what they need from someone unexpected.

Create a fanwork inspired by your #1 narcos comfort episode (not necessarily “the best” but rather the episode you rewatch the most often because you love it so much).

October 21 — Day of Women Who Will Step On You For Free

Create a f/f-centric fanwork.

Create a fanwork focused on the character development of a woman from the show.

October 22 — Day of Cross-Fandom Pollination

Create a fanwork that includes at least one Narcos character and at least one character from another fandom.

Create a fanwork with the plot or setting stolen from another fandom (and cite which fandom it is). For example, a daisy jones and the six fic where món is a 60s singer.

October 23 — Day of Threes

Create a fanwork that includes three items you can currently see.

Create a fanwork including three canon characters. extra difficult version: three canon characters that have never met.

October 24 — Day of Monsters

Create a fanwork about a character turning into a supernatural creature.

Quote prompt: “The world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. Just broken people balancing between the two.”

October 25 — Day of Wow, That Escalated Quickly

Create a fanwork that begins in a canon-compatible place, but ends up going somewhere more dramatic.

Quote prompt: “It’s surprising how much can change in just one hour.”

October 26 — Day of Echoes

Pick a quote from the show that you love and use it as inspiration for your fanwork. Then share what the quote is at the end of your post.

Create a fanwork inspired by any mythological story (Greek, Norse, Aztec, Celtic, etc. get weird with it. Bible counts as mythology, fuck it)

October 27 — People of Color Day

Create a fanwork about an original character or reader character who is explicitly a person of color.

Create a fanwork about a canon character of color (e.g. Truijllo, Enrique, Kiki, Rafa, Azul).

October 28 — Day of Friendship

Create a fanwork inspired by somebody else’s fanwork, or including a cameo of somebody else’s original character (fanvids, fanart, moodboard, etc included — just please ask for permission from the original creator to use inspo before you do it!)

Quote prompt: “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

October 29 — Day of Horror

Create a fanwork inspired by your favorite horror movie.

Prompt: came back wrong.

October 30 — (penultimate day, October 30) Day of Amnesty

Post a fanwork you started for any previous prompt but weren’t able to finish in time.

Quote prompt: “I forgive you.”

October 31 — (final day, October 31) Day of Legacy

Create a sequel or counterpart to a fanwork you posted previously this month.

Quote prompt: “This is [my/your/their] legacy.”

November 1 — Bonus — Day of Celebration

reblog a fanwork that is your favorite creation that you made in the month

#narcoctober #narcos #narcos mexico #narcos fandom #narcos fanfiction #narcos imagine #javier pena x reader

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asmobeuses · 8 months

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𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨.

synopsis: Noir wasn't expecting a pretty thing like you drinking your woes away in a bar. Maybe he could keep you company?

Warnings: AFAB!reader (feminine terms such as lady, gal. inherently feminine compliments such as pretty,), infidelity, comfort to angst, drinking, cigarette smoking, obvious one-night stand (not written), suggestive, reader consents before they both continue to drink, probably OOC Noir, NOT PROOF READ. lmk if I missed anything <3

As late as it was, you found yourself wandering into a bar. Something, anything to get your mind off what you walked in on would do. You sat down and ordered some bourbon. Your eyes scanned the bar, seeing if you could find some eye candy to occupy your ever-racing mind. A certain patron in a long, collared coat fumbling around in his pocket caught your gaze.

“Fuck,” the unlit cigarette bobbed in his mouth with every word he spoke, “where’d it go? I swear to god it was just in my pocket.”

The man was conventionally attractive. He wasn't too scrawny, but not too muscular. His black hair in a neat swoop complimented his chiseled face and tall stature perfectly.

“Lookin’ for something?” You called out in his direction, hoping he’d take notice of you.

Noir glanced at you, a small grin gracing his features. “Yeah, darlin’. I’ve misplaced my lighter.” He says, muffled. He pulls the cigarette out from his mouth before continuing. “You wouldn’t happen to have one on ya? It's been a long day and a smoke would be nice.”

You pulled out a lighter and a cigarette from the bottom of your purse. You motioned for him to come sit down.

He sat down and leaned in. “Well aren’t you a sweetheart?” The smile on his face told you that he wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon.

You put the cigarette up to your lips and lit it, but instead of simply using the lighter for his, you leaned in closer, touching the end of your cigarette with his own. Your eyes were locked onto his the whole time, catching him off guard.

His eyes widened, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine. He couldn’t help but feel appreciative of the proximity, even if it only lasted a little while. He took a long drag before exhaling the smoke.

“You sure know how to make a man feel lucky,” the grin on his face was laced with amusement, “what’s your name, darlin’?” He was eager to engage in conversation with you.

You chuckled at his question, deciding to play hard to get. "Ah, but revealing my name soooo soon would spoil all the fun, wouldn't it? You'll have to work a little harder to uncover that secret." Your voice carried a hint of a compelling challenge, inviting him to engage in the game of unraveling your mysteries.

He silently accepted her challenge. “Ah ah, two can play it that game,” he winked, “in that case, you can call me whatever you’d like.” His voice held a hint of suggestion. “Anyway, a pretty lady like yourself shouldn’t be here without some company. ‘S too dangerous. What brings you here? You look like you’re sulkin’.”

“Well handsome,” that was the name you chose for him, considering he was playing the same game you were, “ ‘M here because I don't wanna be at home right now.” Your vague words held a certain weight to them, but Noir looked at the wedding band you were fidgeting with on your finger and was able to put two and two together.

“Infidelity?” He inquired, expression turning soft.

“And with his boss. Now, ain’t that just comical?” You dryly laughed. You spoke with a bitter intonation, causing Noir to frown at your sorrow. He reached out, putting a comforting hand on your arm.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. Nobody deserves to be treated that way,” his voice filled with uncut sympathy. “Y’know what? Sometimes a little distraction is okay, even when it's temporary. Hows about I keep you company for the night, help you forget about everything?”

His hand moved from your arm, but the intense eye contact remained. “I can't fix everything, but I can do enough to put that pretty smile back on your face, hm?”

You groaned, frustrated with everything. “Nothing would amount to his entrails being on the lawn right now.”

Despite how gruesome the remark was, he found himself captivated by your dark humor. He chuckled, “Killing may not be the best way to deal with this … tempting as it may sound.” His head rested on the back of his palm. “Let me be your distraction, take your mind off things,” he repeated, “we’ll have a few drinks, talk a little more, and who knows? Maybe we can even make your cheating husband regret putting someone as pretty as you through the betrayal. Pleasure is a wonderful diversion” His mischievous lilt caused your thoughts to dance around the appealing possibilities of this night’s end.

“Now now, I’m not an easy gal. I don't just lay with the first handsome man to say hi t’me. It’ll take a little more convincing than just empty promises.” you challenged his vows of pleasure.

His eyes sparkled as his voice dropped down, low and seductive. “I wouldn't expect anything less from a beauty as alluring as you. I’m not one to make empty promises. That’s something you can learn very quickly. I assure you, the pleasure I offer is far from empty.

His finger made rounds around the rim of his glass, sending suggestive shivers down your spine.. “I aim to satisfy, in every sense of the word, but it’s no fun if I don't have to work for it.”

“Your confidence alone is almost enough.” You joked.

“My confidence isn’t all I have going for me,” he winked, “but I don't want you to give in too easily. I want to earn every moment. Let us savor the journey, and make tonight one neither of us will forget.”

You were beginning to grow flustered by his words. “Quite the charmer there, aren’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question.

His smile only grew more confident. “Why, thank you, dear. I do aim to please,” he replied, “but there's no need to be nervous. Just relax, allow me to show you a night of indulgence.” He flicked the rim of his glass, meeting your eyes with the sound of the clink. “Let me take care of you tonight. Let me make you feel things never before felt. I can assure you won't regret it.”

Your legs pressed together as you were lost in thought. After a few moments, you gently whispered, “I..may just take you up on that offer.”

His eyes flickered with a mixture of anticipation and satisfaction. He leaned in closer, voice laced with raw desire, “perfect..”

Your Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes following.

“Let’s head somewhere more private, yeah?”

You eagerly nodded and followed him out of the bar. He was making his way to the motel down the street. Once you arrived, he quickly paid for a room and led you to it.

In a couple swift movements, the door was locked and his lips found purchase on your own, moving in sync. Your heart was beating out of your chest, you could only pray he didn’t hear it. He pulled away and began removing his coat, you could only stare at his body through the well-fitted collared shirt.

His eyes met your own and he looked as if he was in a trance. He grabbed you with a lustful urgency, one hand on your waist and the other in your hair. “It's like.. You have me under a spell. I can't resist those enchanting eyes of yours. I want to fulfill every one of your desires tonight.”

You gave him full control, allowing him to do whatever he wanted. Your voices mixed into a symphony of intimacy, swirling into the air around you, forming the most beautiful song. Noir’s eyes followed your body’s every movement, his intense gaze pushing you over the edge time and time again.

Coming down from your highs, you felt nothing but pure bliss. Though, as Noir held you, your mind began to wander to your husband. You knew what lay in store before you indulged in Noir, but you couldn't help but let the tears fall at his tenderness and attention. You began to crave him beyond sex. You thought about how your husband never looked at you the way Noir did, never took your well-being or satisfaction into account. He only craved what would benefit him and him alone.

Noir’s expression softened, his understanding of your feelings deepening. He gently wiped away the tears, his touch infused with empathy and care. “I see you, sweetheart. I see your needs, your desires, and I'm here to fulfill them. To show you the love and attention you deserve.”

Noir embraced you as if to shield you from all the pain and neglect you had endured. He wanted to be the one to heal the wounds inflicted upon your heart and soul. He wanted to show you the genuine and unwavering kind of love. He understood the complexity of your emotions, the yearning for more than just physical intimacy.

It was then, when Noir realized his encounter with you held more weight than just a simple, fleeting fling. The tightening of his hold on your trembling body was instantaneous when the comprehension of his heart’s desire came to fruition.

He fell in love, and it all happened in a single night.

“With me, you will always be prioritized, both in and out of the bedroom.” From that moment, Noir vowed to be the sanctuary you sought, the embodiment of love and passion that would wash away past wounds. He wanted to be the partner you deserved, to protect and cherish you, whether it be in moments of intense passion or tender silence.

"Thank you, Noir." As you sobbed into his chest, your words held some sadness to them, as you believed this would be the first and last time you saw him.

Noir held you tightly in his embrace, his heart aching at the sound of your sobs. He knew how bittersweet this interaction would become, and it only reinforced his determination to make this moment with you as meaningful as possible.

"You don't need to thank me, my dear," he whispered softly, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. "I'm here for you, and I always will be. No matter what happens, you'll always have a place in my heart."

In that moment, he wished he could offer you more, wish he could mend the brokenness in your life and give you the love and happiness you deserve. But he understood the complexities of the situation, the circumstance that kept you apart.

Noir cradled you gently, his touch offering solace and comfort amidst the turmoil of emotions. He cherished this moment, knowing that it was fleeting, yet forever etched in his heart.

"You deserve so much happiness," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "Don't settle for anythin’ less. No matter where life takes us, always remember the love we shared in this moment."

With a final tender kiss, Noir held you close, silently promising to cherish the memory of your time together and hoping that one day, fate would grant you both the opportunity to find happiness in each other's arms once more.

You fought your drowsiness, not wanting this moment to end. Unfortunately, you lost, succumbing to the wishful embrace of slumber.

Though, the love you felt rivaled that of any other.

Noir woke up the next morning to find himself alone in the bed, his senses immediately alert to the absence of your presence. As he looked around, he noticed the emptiness of the space beside him, the sheets that were devoid of the warmth he somehow grew accustomed to in one night.

A mixture of longing and a bittersweet ache filled his heart, knowing that this encounter was meant to be just a fleeting moment in time. He couldn't help the tinge of sadness that settled in, his thoughts filled with memories of the passionate night you had shared.

As his gaze fell upon his wrist, Noir's lips curled into a tender smile. There, in a sweet and simple gesture, was evidence of your presence, a lipstick mark left behind—brown and distinct. A loving reminder of the connection you had forged.

He gently touched the mark with his fingertips, cherishing the moment captured within its staining color. It spoke volumes, a testament to the intimacy shared, the vulnerability and passion that had filled the night.

Knowing that nothing lasts forever, Noir held onto the memory of your time together, the way you had touched his heart, and the love that had surged between you. He vowed to carry this experience with him always, a cherished chapter in his life.

With the bittersweet taste of farewell lingering in his heart, Noir showed one last smile toward the lipstick mark on his wrist. It was a farewell, but also a silent promise to treasure the mark you left on his soul, forever grateful for the love and connection you shared, even if it was just for one unforgettable night.

ok so. hi!!! this has been in my drafts unfinished since summer so my hyperfixation on the Spiderverse has kinda died, so i wont be writing for the SV for a good while. it'll prob be back with the release of Beyond the Spiderverse. BUTTTTTTT im fixated on blue lock and Jujutsu Kaisen rn so i may write a little for those.

uhh requests open hmm idk what else i should add here

oh also the title is the link to the song i listened to during the making of this

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Ice cream thrill - - Mason Mount x reader.

summary: after a eventful night out, you communicate with Mason about how you felt, leaving the night filled with a sweet treat and thrill.

hi guys i’m back 💪💪 this wasn’t a request but it’s quite long 🤭🤭

You tiredly opened the door to your flat, being met with your german shepherd wagging his tail and already beginning attention. After a night out you regretted going, all you wanted to do was lay in bed and not wake up. Ever. After giving your dog some cuddles you removed your stilettos and walked over to the bedroom.

You groaned at the mess from before, shoes and dress scattered across your bed sheets and floor. You huffed annoyed while putting them back in their place before picking out a bralette and spider-man PJs. You gently removed the eye makeup that had smudged underneath your eyes, with a gentle cotton pad. Seeing the prominent facial features you had.

Your mind wandered off to the night you had spent. You were excited to spend time with your girlfriends and celebrate one of their boyfriend's birthdays, after not being able to due to your work schedule. What you didn’t expect to walk into was Mason hanging out with a girl you didn’t fully trust, as something inside you told you they had a past.

“She’s friends with Chilly, that’s how I know her. We’ve known each other for a while…”

Mason and you had been dating in secret for 6 months. Still fairly new but have known each other for a while. Always spending time together in your flat or going out to secluded dinners. Sometimes attending his games or events he was invited to, it was pretending you were just friends in public. No hand holding, or wrapping his arms around your waist. Small kisses on your forehead were long gone.

His laughter brought joy inside you. Hearing his stories from training or his family made you feel safe and sound, knowing what you had was real. His voice relaxed you, forgetting about the cruel reality you live in. His touches against your back or the small whispers that left you shuddering or a blushing mess. You loved him.

It was mutually decided between both of you to keep things like that, as you wanted to cherish him alone in your own world. Him protecting you from the media and what they had to say. He respected your feelings but after tonight it was questionable.

They were laughing, her always being next to him and rubbing her hand across his back and biceps. Your heart wrenched at the sight, wildly when he stared at you wide-eyed when he noticed you were there. You ignored him, and pretended like you always did, your chest hurting inside, and your voice cracking when you spoke.

You didn’t want to spoil the night, so keeping how you felt inside was the best way to go. You tried to enjoy the fun, and dance the pain away but it was difficult. You remember your heart racing when his group approached your table and him standing there with a black button-up shirt and jeans. “Y/n! It’s been a while since we’ve seen you around here!” Ben said, hugging tightly his hands dangerously close to your bottom. He didn’t know… No one knew…

You nodded and looked at Mason who could burst from jealousy right then and there. You avoided his gaze and how his brown eyes burnt into you. He was upset with the fact his best mate was flirting casually with you, occasionally causing a blush to spark on your cheek. Only he should be doing that, you should be on his lap, arms around his shoulders while stealing small kisses or joke around.

After excusing yourself to go get a drink Mason decided to tag along. You quickly pulled your girlfriend's hand as the overwhelming feeling came upon you, not ready to speak with him. “I’ll go with them. Just making sure no creep decides to take advantage.” He hinted at an incident that had happened to you before, him watching everything and defending you. The man obviously drunk touched you without consent.

He stood to your right seeing how your head was hanging low in disappointment. He wanted to reach over so bad and talk to you, hear that angelical voice you had. He tried but failed, you muttered small hums, yes and or no’s. Your girlfriend makes most of the conversation. Once your drinks were served the girl that had made you feel at ease rushed to Mason, rolling your eyes internally at the sound of her high pitched voice. “Masey, are you gonna join me at Chilly's party.”

You could not bear the sight so you walked away, feeling his gaze on you. After quickly finishing your drink you decided it was best to head home, not wanting to interact with anyone. They believed your excuse and reminded you to text them as soon as you arrived home. The cold air causes goosebumps on you warm skin.

~~~~~

“No, I'm heading home,” Mason said sternly to the girl. “But Mase-” he shook his head, not wanting to be there anymore. “I’m going home to my girlfriend. So if you’ll excuse me,” she scoffed, not believing him but he could care less. Just focused on explaining everything. “Who Y/n? Please, you don’t love her. I’ll be way better than her, she’s nothing compared to me,” she praises herself.

“She’s only with you for your money, that's all. She has nothing to lose, although you could lose your image if you rather stay with her…” she snickers, smirking at his angry expression. “I couldn’t give a shit about my image. And you? You have no place to say anything, I just paid for your drinks, and you practically begged Reece to rent out the place “promising” you’d put some money down. Yet look where you are, begging.”

When he walked over to your table not seeing you he freaked out. “Where’s Y/n?” making everyone at the table turn their heads confused at his tone. “She left not too long ago. Why?” Instead of answering he ran off outside, unlocking his car and drove to your flat.

~~~~~

The insomnia got the best of you, so you decided to just eat some ice cream and watch a tv show. How cliche, no? you thought. Your dog cuddled against you, wrapped between your blue knitted blanket. Desperate, loud, annoying knocking sprung you up to your feet. Grabbing whatever was closest to you for defense as you walked to the door, questioning who was outside.

“Mason…” your voice coming out in a whisper, surprised to see him there, still in the clubbing outfit. He let himself in, grabbing your waist and pulling you to a big hug, cradling his head in the crook of your neck. You began to cry, the comfort, the warmth, all those feelings built up from not seeing him and then tonight. You didn’t know how to react, keeping your arms to the side.

He pulled back confused, you avoided his eyes just staring at details his shirt had. He grabbed your cheeks seeing the teary eyes, his eyes now glistening too. “Y/n,” you choked on a sob covering your face with your hands. He tried to pull them away, a tear rolling down his cheek seeing the scene in front of him. He pulled them away rubbing your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

He leaned down and kissed you, but immediately got scared when you didn’t reciprocate. “I’m sorry baby, I should’ve-”

“Mase. I don’t think we should do this anymore. Us. Whatever we have going on. It’s not going to work…” you said quietly, making his pulse raise. He stepped away, running his hands through his longer now hair, “No. You can't give up on us like that. We have so much planned, our own little adventures remember?”

“Yeah, behind closed doors like always?” you bite back. “We both agreed on this, Y/n,” he says sternly pointing between both of you. “I know we did, but it seems like now only you find the excuses. I barely see you anymore! If it's not training, it's with the boys, it's always something. We… or you always made time for us. I get you to have a hard schedule-”

“No I don't think you do,” he spits out angrily, “Excuse me? I do understand, I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I’m just saying I miss you, and that were both on different pages, a relationship won’t work like that,” you reasoned, seeing the regretful look on his face. It was quiet for a while, not knowing what exactly to say between both of you. “So that’s it? After 6 months were through?” he question, his voice filled with pain and anger.

“I don’t want to but i’m tired of the missed communication that has to be done between both of us. I’ve sacrificed a lot for us, you as well,” not trying to sound biased, “But if you think time apart is what we need then I’ll fully respect it. I don’t want to get in the way of your career or hold you back,” you said, seeing how his body language was different now. He can’t lose you now, or ever, he simply just wanted you.

It was true. If things weren’t right, you tried to fully convince yourself it was because of timing. “You’ll never get in the way of my career Y/n. I deserved to be happy at times too, not just football, football, football,” he emphazised walking over to you, “You make me happy, your smile, silly jokes, your infamous cookies I love, everything about you makes me feel at home.”

You looked down, intimidated by his stare, “What happened tonight?” he whispered after a few seconds in silence. You shrug not knowing what to say, “I was with the girls celebrating their partner’s birthday, and then I saw you with her. It shouldn’t bother me I know, but you never once pushed her off or said anything, it hurt me Mase. More than I'll admit,” you confessed.

“I was there because Chilly invited me out. I didnt want to be there really, I wanted to be with you here, with Axel, who giving me a death glare,” you giggled looking down at your german, who now confusedly tilted his head at both of you. “She was nothing before either, not even friends. She’s a ‘clout chaser’ however you say it. I can promise there’s no past with us,” he glanced down.

“Promise me?” he nodded, interlocking your hands together. “I promise, I'll even pinky promise! Just don’t leave me… She is nothing trust me, I told her to fuck off after she said some things about you,” you narrowed your eyes but pushed it beside you, because you knew better than letting a girl like her get the best of you.

“I know it shouldn’t be any of my business but she just never parted from you, it made me think negative. So im sorry for that, and for the way I avoided you at the bar,” he shushed you pulling your head to his chest kissing the top of it. “Don’t apologize for that, I was sort of upset at Chilly too, who didn’t shut up with his stupid flirting,” he huffed, then smilling when you laughed. He walked over to the sofa, calling Axel to come with as well.

You cuddled against his side, still eating the ice cream, as it was the perfect consistency, giving bites to Mason then and there while the two of you spoke. His hand running from your calve to your things, feeling his nails slightly scratch. “I have extra hoodies and sweats incase you want to change?” you offered standing up and stretching. He accepted the offer, and quickly changed, coming out just with just grey sweats and his black Calvin Kleins peeking at the top. You blushed still not used to seeing his toned body.

You sat on the marble countertop, seeing how he walked toward you, grabbing the spoon from your mouth and picking up a spoonful, closing his eyes when the flavor hit his tongue. He settled between your legs, “You looked so sexy tonight, that dress looked so beautiful,” he said as he pulled you in closer. “Too bad it's off,” you shrugged, he narrowed his eyes and stared at your tone, “Yeah… too bad.”

He kissed your neck, leaving wet open mouth kisses as he reached your collarbone, your hands coming around his torso. “Missed you so bad baby,” he whispered along your ear. You missed his touch, the way he talks both of you through it, the crazy and lustful eyes that roam your body, and most of all the way he feels against you. Despite whatever went down tonight, you just wanted him.

He picked up the ice cream container and bent down, making sure to look at you hungrily before grabbing the spoon now scooped with the cream and running it along from your calf to the inner thigh. He examined the way your chest slowly rised and lowered, making sure to glance at you before running his tongue along the cold stream.

Feeling his beard when he licks near your wet area, then placing small kisses to the inside of your thighs. He does the same to the other leg before standing up and removing your lace bralette. “Fuck...” he cursed as his gaze was on your bare chest, giving a light squeeze on your right breast, making you moan. “So perfect. So beautiful. All mine.”

When the cold spoon makes contact along your collarbone you gasp. Hands flying to his hair gripping it as his mouth moves and licks along with it. He licks your right breast and then left. He places the container next to you, as he goes to remove your bottoms you stop him.

His eyebrows pull together, confused. “My turn…” you say, hopping off the counter, turning to face him. He’s shirtless, abs in full view and v-line that shows due to the sweatpants hanging dangerously low. Your hands run through his chest while kissing him, making him groan. “Do something, please…” he says, begging to be touched in any way. You kissed his neck as you reached over and grabbed a spoonful as well.

Your eyes fully glanced as the way it melted against his warm skin on his collarbone down to his abdomen, seeing how he shivered at the cold sensation. He threw his head back as you knealed down and licked all the way to the top, kissing his lips after. “So sweet,” you said innocently. He chuckled and placed you on the counter again, grabbing your thighs and leveling them along his hips, kissing you hungrily. “Super sweet,” he agreed, grinning after getting a taste from your lips.

His hands scattered and removed your pjs and lace underwear, and him tugging his sweats to where he could easily free himself. He stroked himself, seeing how your hand reached over and lined your entrance, not wanting to waste any more time. “God I love you,” he blurted as he sank deep inside you, in one swift movement, making you moan out loud. You kissed his lips giving him the sign that it's fine to move, “I love you more.”

He kisseed you back then drew his hips back and forth, find a rhythm both of you enjoyed, one hand wrapped around your waist while the other one was still on you thigh. “You feel so good, so so good,” he praised kissing you neck then cheek, you were a moaning mess when he speeded up, tugging at the hair in the back of his head.

“So close baby, so so close.”

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