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zegrasdrysdale · 2 months

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[ 5 more minutes ] l. hughes

paring : Luke Hughes x fem!reader

summary : Luke’s girlfriend surprises him in Newark after his last college hockey game

warning(s) : none really. just very fluffy and emotional. also very short bc it was 1 am when i came up w this idea

author’s note : in honor of today being my last day as an ncaa student athlete, i quickly wrote this up. i was feeling very emotional and i needed a way to express how i felt. hence why we now have a very fluffy / emotional fic. some of the comments luke makes are some of my thoughts about how my own season ended yesterday. it’s kinda sad but it had to be done. you’re welcome (i think ?)

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Jack texts her when he has picked up his younger brother from the airport. She begins to pace around the living room of Jack’s apartment that he’s now going to be sharing with Luke.

She has no clue what state Luke is going to be in when he walks through the door. He’s probably going to be so pissed that he spent the last two minutes or so of his college career in the penalty box instead of on the ice or on the bench with his teammates. He’s been so busy traveling that he hasn’t had time to sit and reflect on the season.

That’s the reason that she hopped on a flight to Newark as soon as the clock hit zero against Quinnipac. She just wanted to make sure that he’s okay before he goes and signs his NHL contract in two days and joins Jack on the Devils.

Either he’s going to be really upset and pissed or he’s going to be excited to start the next chapter in his career. She has no idea which version of Luke she’s going to get.

Keys jingle in the door about a half hour after Jack texts her to let her know he has Luke. She stops pacing and stands in the middle of the living room. Her eyes are on the door as Jack pushes it open.

“… not really in the mood for any surprises,” Luke says as he walks through the door. “I’m so tired.”

“I think you’ll like this one,” Jack tells his brother as he shuts the door behind them. Luke drops the big duffel bag that contains his hockey gear on the floor by the door in the foyer area. Then he finally makes his way to the living room with his suitcase.

He freezes mid-step when he sees his girlfriend.

With a small wave and a smile, she says, “Hi, Lukey.”

Luke crosses the room in five strides because of his stupidly long legs. He envelops her in a hug and buries his face in her neck. She wraps her arms around his torso and they stand like that for what feels like an eternity.

She doesn’t mind. If it means that Luke’s okay then she’ll stand like this forever.

She presses soft kisses into his shoulder and whispers to him, “I’m so proud of you, Luke. So incredibly proud of you. I know that’s not how you wanted the season to end but you did everything you could, and for that I am so, so proud of you.”

A quiet sob wracks Luke’s body as he pulls back from the hug. She sees tears in his eyes and frowns. A couple roll down his cheek and she reaches up to wipe them away. Jack silently sneaks out of the apartment. He thinks he’s slick but she saw him leave behind Luke.

“I hated that I wasnt out there those last two minutes,” he tells her, voice shaky. “Maybe I could’ve done something that pushed the game into overtime or won it for us. Instead I was in the penalty box while my team had to fight even harder to get goals because they were down a man.”

“I know, baby,” she softly replies. “I wish I could’ve given you guys five more minutes. You all fought so hard. So fucking hard. I’m so sorry that’s how your season ended.”

More tears roll down Luke’s cheeks and she continues to wipe them away.

“I feel like I let them down,” he whispers. “I could’ve fought harder for them. For this season. I let them down when they needed me most and now I’m abandoning them.” His words break her heart.

She shakes her head and cups his jaw. “You didn’t let anyone down,” she tells him. “You did what you could in the sixty minutes you had. They know that and they will always remember how hard you fought for them. You’re so important to everyone on that team and you played such an important role in getting as far as you did as a team. They’re just as proud of you as I am because you are about to start an amazing new chapter in your hockey career. You aren’t abandoning them, Luke. They want you to move forward in your career. They understand that you’re ready and that this is what you want.”

Luke nods and wraps his hands around her wrists. She continues to look up at her boyfriend.

She’ll never understand how he feels because she isn’t an athlete. All she can do now is try to help him realize that he isn’t the worst teammate that he thinks he is at the moment. She doesn’t want him to have that mindset as he transitions from college to the NHL.

Losing is tough in any sport. She knows that much and she is going to make sure that Luke understands that it is okay to feel this way but that he also has to get ready to move forward.

“Thank you for being here,” he says after a moment of comfortable silence. “Sorry I’m such a mess. I didn’t think it would affect me this much.”

“It just shows how much you love every team that you’re on,” she replies. “You dedicate so much time to hockey because you love it. You’re allowed to feel this way and feel it for a little bit. You do have a contract to sign in a few days so I’m giving you tonight to get out everything you feel about the Michigan season ended. Tomorrow, it’s time to get excited. I’m here to help you get excited.”

A smile finally cracks through the frown that’s been plastered on Luke’s face since he saw her. She dries his cheeks one more time before she pulls him back into a hug.

Luke presses a soft kiss to the top of her head. “I love you,” he says into her hair. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Shut up. Yes you do,” she retorts. “I love you too. Let’s go get you unpacked then we can take a nap because I heard you tell Jack how tired you are.”

When she pulls away from the hug and starts to walk to his suitcase, Luke grabs her hand and pulls her back to him. She looks up at him for a quick second before his lips are on hers. The kiss surprises her because of how emotional he is, but sometimes a kiss is all it takes to feel better.

She happily smiles into the kiss and runs her fingers through his curls as she returns it. It’s one of his favorite things she does so many he’ll start to feel better a little faster. Luke loves feelings her fingers in his curls. It’s the reason he doesn’t try to tame them.

The front door opens again and a voice says, “Okay, we are establishing some rules. Rule one, the door stays open three inches when your girlfriend is over. I don’t need any babies crying in my apartment at three in the morning right now.”

They both pull back and she looks behind Luke at Jack, who has a disgusted look on his face. She smiles but Luke’s cheeks turn a tomato red. She laughs and shakes her head.

“Rule two,” Jack continues. “No making out anywhere I can see you. That means the-”

“Jack!” Luke snaps. “I get it. We get it. Also, I’m not going to be leaving my door open three inches. If I want to have sex with my girlfriend then I’m going to. It’s my room and we split the rent now so I’ll do what I want.”

“None of that premarital kissing stuff where I can see or hear it,” Jack tells his brother. “I don’t need that in my life.”

She laughs and takes the opportunity to grab Luke’s bag and suitcase. “Don’t worry,” she says. “We won’t traumatize you. Again.”

Both Luke and his girlfriend laugh as they make their way to Luke’s new room, leaving a disgusted and definitely traumatized Jack Hughes in the living room.

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starlightandsunshine · 6 months

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I am apparently in the mood to choose violence and post Star Wars takes that would probably get me lynched if I had more followers.

But hey: the clones shouldn’t be Mando. I’m tired of Mando clones and I think they should be allowed to pick and choose what they want their culture to be based off what they say and what has meaning for them.

They hear the Mando trainers talking about colours having meaning so they take that. But they make their own meanings

White is family and home bc their armour is white and kamino is white and everything growing up was white and so white means each other

Cream and brown are peace and compassion bc those are the colours the Jedi wear and that is what the Jedi stand for

Blue and green are protection and defence because those are lightsabre colours and that is what they are used for

Orange is ferocity bc Shaak Ti’s skin is orange and she is calm and kind but the first thing she did was stop decommissioning and she has has never stopped being fierce in their defence

Purple is determination because the only purple lightsabre they’ve seen belongs to Mace Windu and he is never anything but determined to save as many people as possible

Like stop making everything about the clones Mando and start making them associate things with what they know and holds meaning for them. Fives calls the Jedi the clones best friends so let the clones assign meaning to things they associate with the Jedi bc the Jedi didn’t hesitate to love and trust them and offered nothing but compassion and friendship

Let death be about the ocean bc they come from a water planet

Let fighting be about fighting for something not about winning against something bc their generals always talk in terms of protection and saving innocents rather than making it about victory and winning battles

Let winning the war not be about winning but about making peace and let their thoughts about after not be about “protecting the generals” but about being able to learn and grow and discover what it means not to have to fight

I’m just so tired of clone culture being all about Mandalorians and fandom Mandos that have little basis in canon and even less association with the clones when there is so much else you can do with them with just a little thought

#Star Wars #clones #tcw #sw tcw #please no more Mando clones #I begging you to come up with something else #let Sabine have mandalorian storylines and meanings #let the clones have something that belongs to them

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jocelynscrazyideas · 28 days

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Just friends? | Matt Rempe x Reader

Pt. 2

Warnings: language, that’s it? NOT PROOF READ

Summary: we head to the Ny Rangers game, matt had gotten three penalties and the rangers lost. We head to our little friend days, i accidentally split the way i feel about Matt, he tells me his feelings.

A:N- FIRST REMPE BLURB‼️🚨I’m scared, this is so gonna flop bc he’s like the most hated rookie…

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I’ve known Matt since we were in seventh grade. It’s been nine years of friendship. I’m excited to watch him play as a rookie in THE nhl.

“Are you ready?” Matt asks me, as if I’m the one who’s nervous. This whole time he’s been pacing back and forth, we play the Hurricanes tonight in the playoffs. I’m excited!

“No. I think I’ll just stay here in the hotel and watch you play from here.” I joke with him, he obviously isn’t in the mood to mess around.

I tie his tie and flatten his suit out, I mess with his hair a bit. “Matty?” Ally walks in.

“Hey y/n! Cars running, we’ll have to leave early, we need to grab gas. Unless you are going in early with matt?” Ally, one of Matt’s older sister.

“Oh hey? I didn’t know you were here.” Steph says as she walks in, checking in on my work. “Nice tie. Who tied it?” Steph asks Matt.

“Cool, cool.” Steph says as she looks at Matt’s eyes that trail into mine.

I’ve never seen Matt the way I’ve seen other boys, maybe it’s because I’ve grown up with him, I’ve seen him go through puberty, get girlfriends, and I’ve seen his room. Ally and Steph on the other hand… well they think Matt and I are literally meant to be.

“Cute.” Ally says as she grabs Steph and walk out.

“So we’ll see you y/n, at the seats?” Ally says as she walks down the hallway of Matt’s home. Matt pulls me to his mirror that is hung in his closet door.

“You look comfy.” He said and he rubs my shoulder, he looks down at me. For preference, I am 5”3, and he’s 6”7’. He’s significantly taller than me.

“You’ll do great.” I say and I grab my bag, my phone and apply lipgloss. He stares at me while I tie up my shoes. I’m wearing a blue tank top, and on top I have a leather jacket, I have a Rangers jersey imprinted on the back of the coat. I walk around with white air forces on my feet.

We walk to the car and we pull out of the driveway. We watch Matt’s older sister’s car get smaller as we turn a corner to head towards the rink.

“Radio on?” Matt asks me, I’m sure he’ll want to play our song.

“Sure.”

He throws his phone at me and gives me aux. “no. Play something fun.”

I play Martin & Gina by Polo G.

“No, play our song.”

So I do, I type into his Spotify search Shower by Becky G. “I love this song!” Matt says as he looks over to me. He keeps his eyes on mine.

“Matt!” I yell as he steps on his breaks. He almost ran a kid over. He let the kid cross the street and Matt wanted some coffee so we head to a Caribou.

“You wnat anything?” Matt asks me, and again he stares me down, I see him looking at me like I’m the great Mona Lisa. Or as if I’m the Eiffel Tower.

“No I’m good I’ll just pick up a Dr Pepper at the food court.” I reply. I look into Matt’s eyes, he has a light bruise that stained his under eye from previous fights. I’m sure he’s fired up for playoffs, I’m excited!

We get to the rink and he walks in the player enterance and I head for the other side of the building, making it to the front of the building. I enter in just as normal and get my pass out to enter in as family. I understand that I should’ve gone in with Matt, but it felt better to get in early instead of late like the other family do.

I head for our seats and make it to my spot that I always sit in. I can see all the fans walking to the glass, signs are up and pressed against the window. Rempe jerseys everywhere, and family’s sitting at seats waiting for the game to start.

Hype songs start, warmups are coming. I watch Matt walk on the ice. For some reason I felt this wierd park in my stomach. I got wayyy to excited to see him. I actually smiled so big that my cheeks hurt from staring at him.

After game

The rangers lost. Matt hasn’t walked out of the locker room, and I patiently wait. He was the last one out, the coaches even left before him. The janitors started to come in and clean up. I have to wait for Matt, he’s the one driving me home.

“Matt?” I said when he finally walked out. “What.” Matt says in the grumpiest tone. He didn’t walk out for post game interviews, so I assume that he would do it later.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, I thought I was being kind for asking. He left me on heard. He just took my hand and walked me to his car. He opened my door for me, and threw his hockey gear into the back of his car.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Matt finally answered.

Okay.

“Okay, let’s just go home alright?” I say canceling our plans that we were waiting for, for the last week.

“What!? No!” Matt whines before he backs out of his parking spot. “I wnat to go.” He said as he looks at me.

“Let’s spend time together. Come on. Please? I just had the worst game of my life and you’re just gonna make me feel worse?” He guilt trips me.

“Maybe.” I sarcastically answered as I throw his hands off my thigh. See, moments like this I believe his sister that maybe we could be something. NO! Matt is just a friend, he’s practically been in my life forever. Freinds for 9years and going on, and known eachother since we were 8 years old.

“I’m gonna shower, and you need to change.” Matt says when he pulls into his driveway. His sisters pull in behind us. “Matty!” Steph tells out for him.

“What.” He replied, he sounds the way he did before we left the rink.

“Um. Okay well me and Ally are going to the mall, and we’re going back to school. See you soon okay?” Steph says and she steps back into her car. That’s the last time I’ll see them, well ofcire we still have summer but they’re all the way at college and I’m just here in New York.

“Okay should I wear red, or green?” I ask Matt, I men’s his opinion matters, like a lot.

“Im wearing Blue, so you should wear that blue and white outfit you got a while ago.”

“That wasn’t an option.” I reply. I just do as he says and slide in my corset top dress and a value decal lace, the white silk sits on my curves.

“You’re so beautiful.” Matt says as he watches me walk out of the bathroom. My hair is curled, my makeup done and my legs are shaved, I also have the perfect amount of heel that raises my height.

Matt looks me up and down and grabs my hand. We drive down to a cove. We eat some pasta and we grab some dessert at this small shop downtown. “Don’t get anything in that dress!” Matt warns me, I’m eating like a pig.

He’s so sweet. I could talk to him for hours.

After our foodie phase we head to the coast. We drive about an hour just to get to a beach. It was so nice, we sat and stared at the stars, but it felt wrong. I know that we would be good as a couple but, what his sister say all the time teasing him makes me think he likes me. No.

He can’t.

We’re friends.

“How’s life been? Got a hot boyfriend I don’t know about? You just moved up here in New York so how you like?” Matt asks me, he turn his head and leans back onto his forearms. He’s watching me stare into the void. I’m scared to tell him.

No, we’re just friends.

“Nope. Men are stupid. Not you of course, your perfect- your like the only guy I would date!-or well yeah it’s nice up in New York, city is beautiful and the weather is my type.” I answer, I stuttered about all of my try feelings. Shit.

“Well l feeel the same way.” Matt says, I’m sure he heard my little cry of what the hell did I say.

“What.”

“I like you as well y/n. You didn’t notice?”

#jocelynscrazyideas #nhl #hockey #matt rempe x reader #matt rempe #new york rangers #ny rangers #🍇🍇🍇#hockey blurb #nhl fic

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chocochipsushi · 9 months

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𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊’𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!

🌸Word count: 5.3K

🌸AU: Toji as your father’s best friend, consoling you with his cock after a fight with your dad

🌸CW: cockwarming, toji calling reader all sorts of pretty names, fucking while reader's dad is around, unprotected sex, fluff

🌸A/N: Hello... I am here to clarify some things. I found out recently that I got a pretty established and amazing fanartist on Twitter into a situation where they received backlash for recreating one of my Uncle Toji scenes. I felt so bad because antis were giving the artist shit for something I wrote. So I am here to let all of you know that:

1) reader's age was never specifically spelled out bc I wanted everyone to be able to relate to the reader's age and not be restrained by a number in the story. If I knew that there was a rule where we had to indicate ages of every character in stories, I would have done so... Anyway, if I were to be asked what the OC's age was, I would say she is within the age range of 26-28yo.

2) It will be clear in the last chapter as I tried to give a short back story (before I even saw those mean tweets) but I will let you all know now - Toji was out of the reader's life from age 9 to 24, reader's dad had her at 21, and Toji is a few years younger than the dad. So the math is that the age gap between Toji and the reader is ~18 years.

3) Reader hardly calls Toji by his name because she feels awkward doing that since she's always known him as Uncle Toji. but if you notice, she has been getting braver through the chapters. And she calls him 'Uncle Toji' during sex most of the time coz they like to roleplay??

Anyway, I am only explaining bc I really do not wish to hurt anyone, and I hope the fanartist know that the hate should be directed at me, not at them.

Next chapter will be the last. thank you all for supporting my Uncle Toji series.

<< Part 1 🔞, Part 2 🔞, Part 3 🔞 || Epilogue 🔞 >>

I am surprised when Toji’s hand on the small of my back gently guides me to the side, away from guests trying to lure us into their conversations. I look up at him in confusion and worry, only to be met with a concerned look on his face.

He dips his head so that I can hear him when he murmurs, “You alright, baby? Wanna go home?”

Oh.

I’d had a fight with my dad before coming to the gala dinner. Toji was caught in the crossfire when he came to pick me up. I was initially supposed to meet him at the dinner with my parents, where I would be handed over to Toji since each guest could only bring a Plus One. However, once my dad and I started raising our voices at each other, my mother called Toji right away and got him to come over to take me.

I was glad for it, and I’m sure my parents were, too. I haven’t been in the best of moods since then and Toji knows me way too well to have me engage in any conversation. I am still a good guest in the way I politely respond to questions asked, yet at the same time cutting the conversation short. But Toji understands that I am being civil only for the sake of it.

I give Toji a small smile and shake my head. “No, I’m fine.”

He observes me for a few seconds. Finally, he rubs his thumb on my back and nods. “Okay. But I’ll bring you home early. Let me just talk to Dr. Hung.”

I have no objection to that, so Toji slides his engulfing hand down to take hold of mine and starts walking towards Dr. Hung. I try to listen politely and take mental notes of their conversation, since I am also here to make connections that might benefit my father’s company when I eventually take over. Toji, being my father’s best friend and longest business partner, knows of this and even tries to bring up our company’s name.

By the time they were done talking business, I had Dr. Hung’s name card and a promise to have a business lunch, all thanks to Toji. And finally, when it is just us again, Toji rests a comforting hand on my back and leans down so that his lips are by my ear.

“Let’s bring you home now, shall we?”

I look up and nod my head, to which he returns a nod at. Before we leave, however, Toji looks around to locate my parents, who are engaged in a conversation with a few other notable people in the industry. Not wanting to interrupt them, Toji guides me straight out of the ballroom and walks me to his car where his driver is already waiting.

“Careful,” he murmurs with his big palm resting on top of my head as I get into the car.

He gets his driver to bring me back and only when he has walked me back to my room, I face him and hold onto his calloused hand with both of mine.

“Stay for a bit, Toji?”

He stares at me for a long moment, not saying anything. I know that he is debating whether he should, since my parents might come home and see him here. But I give him a small pout that I know he can never resist, and he eventually squeezes my fingers — his non-verbal way of saying yes.

When I let go of his hand, Toji undoes the knot on his tie, ready to get comfortable. By the time I am out of the shower, I find Toji already laying on my bed, tie off and blazer-less. He has the top few buttons of his shirt undone, his arm resting behind his head widening the plackets of his top and allowing me to see more skin. He is on his phone, probably going through some soccer news.

Cuddling up to him seems so inviting that I rush through my nightly routine just to jump into bed with him. Toji fully expects it, having experienced this too many times for him not to be ready for it. He spreads his arm out just in time for me to burrow into his side.

“Ugh, what a terrible day,” I groan into his armpit.

Toji pats my crown and rests his palm on the swell of my hips. “Your dad only means well, you know that, baby.”

I lift myself up on my elbow, my hand on his chest to keep me steady, as I glare at him. Toji returns a levelled gaze. “He thinks that I’m not focused and that I am not trying hard enough to learn about taking over the company!”

Toji locks his phone and puts it aside just so he can give me more attention. But when I hear his response, I suddenly wish he didn’t give me any at all, or that I even asked him to stay.

“Well, do you think you really have been giving your all in the handover?” I simply gape at him, in disbelief that he would say something like that. Toji taps my hip. “Look at it this way, Princess, from your father’s point of view. You complain when you have business meetings, when they are actually good for your business. You hate the small talk and show an attitude, which I can’t say gives off a good impression. You hang back and passively stand there and look pretty at the networking events your father brings you to, that are really for you to broaden your connections.”

Toji could probably see the look of incredulity and betrayal on my face, because he sighs and strokes my chin with his free hand. Being the petty me that I am, I turn my head away with a pout.

“You know that I am always fair and logical, Princess. I’m not just taking your dad’s side because he is my best friend,” Toji murmurs.

I stay quiet, trying to rationalise his explanation. But the longer I do, the more heated I get. So, instead of answering him, I get up, tear the sheets off my bed to get under it, and reach out to turn the lights off, plunging us into darkness. I lie on my side, facing away from Toji even though he can’t see me in the darkness anyway. He doesn’t move or say anything for a while but a few seconds later, I hear movement and in the next few seconds, the nightlight next to my bed turns on. I feel Toji getting under the blanket behind me where he rests his heavy hand on my hip. He comes closer until his lips are hovering over my ear.

“Although…” he murmurs huskily, quietly. “Of course I will be there to help you. How can Uncle Toji leave his baby girl to be eaten by the wolves?” While my heart flutters at his words, I make sure not to react. Toji rubs his rough palm up and down the side of thigh now. “Together, we’ll dominate the playing field. I’ll guide and bring success to you.”

I know that he always keeps his promises and he never promises anything he can’t do. But I still won’t respond, so Toji nudges my earlobe with his lips. I can feel the scruff on his chin that is already growing.

“It’s all for your own good, Princess. Your dad just doesn’t want you to fail. Neither do I.”

I turn my head slightly and grumble, “I thought you said you’d help me succeed.”

The tip of Toji’s nose now brushes my cheek. He rubs my side gently, at the same time causing my night dress to ride up. “Oh, that’s not negotiable, baby. Of course I will. But you’ve got to try and make it out on your own too.”

“But I am trying,” I whine, now twisting my body a little more so that I am facing him.

He is staring down at me with the softest gaze — one that he only reserves for me. “Of course you are,” Toji almost coos. This only makes me pout instinctively. He leans down to press his scarred lips to mine. “But try harder.”

Immediately, I pull away with a loud whine and slap his broad shoulder. Toji’s chuckle is low and husky, so warm and familiar that I am already melting before he kisses me again. This time, he nips on my bottom lip, his palm on my hip now moving in sensual strokes. Little moans and mewls escape me as some sort of resistance, not wanting to be played into his hands like that. But we both know that I am enjoying this, especially when I clench my fist on the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. Toji hooks his fingers under the hem of my night dress and drags them up along my thigh, pulling my dress up.

He is toying with the band of my panties when he breaks the kiss and murmurs against my lips, “Still mad at Uncle Toji?” My teeth pull on my bottom lip as I nod my head. The corners of Toji’s lips turn down. “Can’t have that now, can we?” he hums before burying his face into my nape. He trails the faintest of kisses along my neck, his fingers now tugging and flicking at the thin elastic of my underwear. “You’re not tired, are you, baby? I don’t think you’ll be getting any sleep yet.”

And with that, Toji lifts himself up on his elbow as he pulls my g-string down as far as he can. He kisses me on the shoulder just as he hovers his hand over my crotch, the tip of his finger drawing shapes on my sensitive skin, making my hair stand on ends. I hold my breath as he gets closer to my clit, dipping his finger between my thighs so that the length of his digit rubs on my pussy lips.

I can feel his erection growing hard against my ass, especially when he starts thrusting his hips slowly in tandem with the rhythm of his finger sliding between my labia. The tip of his finger teases my entrance. Pushing just an inch of his digit into my hole, he slides out and spreads my slick along my lips. I swallow and turn my head so that I could at least see him a little. Almost at once, Toji leans in to kiss the corner of my lips.

His lips are still on me when he mumbles, “You’re so cute when you act like you’re mad at me.”

I let out a whine and reach out to thump my fist on his shoulder. Toji merely chuckles against my lips. He gives me one last kiss and pulls away, now moving to lay on his back. I turn my head to take a look at what he’s doing and see that he is undoing his pants. Knowing that he is actually going to finish what he started, I return to face the front.

His strong arm snakes around my waist again and this time, I can feel his member poking my ass, excited and hard. The expensive material of his pants brush against the back of my thigh, adjusting my position so that my legs are scissored. Scooching closer to me, Toji holds his cock in his hand just for him to rub it against my flaps. I bite my bottom lip in an effort to try not to stick my ass out. But it is useless because my hips start to move and grind against his cockhead, allowing him to spread his precum and my wetness along my slit.

Toji wraps his arm across my chest and brings me inevitably closer so that his lips are pressing against my ear. As he continues to thrust his hips, letting the length of his cock slide along my pussy lips, he lets out the sexiest grunts and the lowest of moans. At this point, I just want him to put it in me already. And he knows, because I arch my back to the point I am pressing my ass against his hips.

Reaching his hand down, Toji tactically spreads my cheeks apart and positions his cockhead at the entrance of my wet pussy. Thrusting his hips forward, he stretches out my hole, making me whine and moan in pain and pleasure. Once he has his tip in, he returns to hugging me tight against his body. Toji’s nose is at the back of my ear, his lips on my earlobe. I can hear his shaky breathing as he enters me deeper.

“Fuck…” he groans quietly. “You feel so good, baby.”

Toji is slow as he sheathes himself inside of me, trying to savour the moment he first slides into me. Only when he is balls deep inside of me, he pauses and groans into my ear while he enjoys the pulsing, warm cocksleeve around his meat. My jaw goes slack when he finally pulls out several seconds later, only to thrust back into me again. His strokes start out slow before building up to a passionate rhythm of fucking.

Toji growls into my ear and I just know that he isn’t going to last very long tonight. Especially when he brings his hand to wrap around my throat, his thick fingers lightly gripping the sides of my neck. My pussy is getting wetter. The sounds of Toji’s hips slamming against my ass and the squelching of my sopping pussy are almost too loud in my quiet room. It doesn’t help that Toji releases the chokehold around my neck, only to bring his hand down to my clit, his fingers already rubbing the nub in circles.

“Ah, Daddy…” I mewl breathily, my body already trembling at his ministrations.

Toji grunts. “God. You’re so tight and warm around me, Princess.” He lets out a long groan. “Daddy’s going to cum.”

By the sound of his irregular breathing, I just know that he is so close. Just a few more thrusts and he is going to explode inside of me.

Which is why I have to be the one to stop him with my hand against his hips, giving him a squeeze in warning, when I hear the door creaking open. My heart is racing with fear and anxiety. Toji curses under his breath but immediately ceases his movements. He tries very hard to regulate his breathing quietly. He taps my thigh and I just know what he wants me to do. I shut my eyes and pretend to sleep.

Someone takes a few steps into the room. Toji twists his body so that he appears to be lying on his back. I hear him groan, like how a tired person would.

“Oh, you’re with her.”

I really hope the thumping of my heart against my chest is not as loud as it sounds like to me. Because my father is here, speaking quietly to Toji.

“We had a little talk before she fell asleep,” Toji mumbles. I am impressed that he doesn’t sound at all out of breath.

My father lets out a loud sigh. Instinctively, my entire body clenches with anxiety, even down to my pussy walls squeezing Toji’s swollen cock. Toji chokes on a grunt and reactively moves his hand that is under the blanket to squeeze my arm lightly in warning.

“Yeah, I might have been too harsh on her,” my father reflects. He sounds a little regretful.

Toji clears his throat. He knows that I am listening and will very well treat him according to his reply. He pauses for a second before saying, “Good you know that. She really is trying, you know. She’s a good girl.”

As a reward for Toji sticking up for me, I pretend to shift in my sleep so that I press my ass against his hips, fully taking in his cock. Toji lets out a short hiss, which he covers up by clearing his throat.

“She can be a brat,” he comments, making sure that I hear the edge in his tone. The corner of my lip lifts slightly. “But she is a good kid.”

“I know.” My father sighs. “I feel terrible. We never have fights.”

Toji scoffs. “Obviously. You’re a sucker for your daughter.”

I could almost hear my father rolling his eyes. “You’re not one to talk. I’ve never seen you fuss over anyone like you do with her. She can’t even meet boys with the way you’re always hovering around her.”

Toji shifts his leg, at the same time angling his cock and driving his meat deeper inside of me. I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. He is almost growling when he answers, “Boys can’t take care of her.”

“You know, I agree with you. But then who will?”

I wish I had my eyes open to watch the non-verbal interaction between my father and Toji. Because the tension in the air intensifies and my dad almost sounds interrogative now.

“You? You want to take care of my daughter?”

“Just ‘cause she’s a brat and a princess, you think I can’t handle her?” Toji may sound like he is joking but I just know that he is being defensive.

The tension breaks when my father laughs. “Oh, I know for sure you can handle her, Toji. I’m just not confident she can take care of you, ya grumpy old geezer.”

Toji’s body relaxes behind me. He scoffs and says, “Like I need anyone taking care of me.”

“Hmm. True.” A moment of silence passes, putting an end to the short distraction from their original conversation. My father sighs and asks, “Are you staying?” Without waiting for Toji to answer though, he quickly changes his question to an instruction, “Stay the night and talk to her in the morning before breakfast. She listens to you better. Then we’ll go for brunch at Fordeux.”

Toji chuckles under his breath. “Bribing me with a meal at my favourite place, huh?” My father doesn’t answer but I know he must be grinning. Toji flips to the side and pats my hip over the blanket. “Alright. I’ll make sure she’s talking to you again tomorrow.”

“Good ni—”

“But,” Toji stops him in his tracks. My father pauses. “You need to cut her some slack too. Let her do things at her pace.”

It takes a while for my father to respond but when he does, my heart lightens so much that I feel like I might float. “Fine.” I can almost hear him roll his eyes. “Can’t say shit about me when you’re as big of a sucker for her.”

“Shut up, dickhead.”

My father’s laughter is getting further and further until I hear the door open again. The moment it closes behind him and we are back in the silence of my room, I open my eyes. I wait a couple more seconds before turning my head around to face Toji. He turns to look at me. I keep staring at him, not saying anything, probably scaring him because he opens his mouth to say something. Before he could even get a word out though, I reach my arm behind me and grab his neck, pulling him close. Toji’s fingers tighten around my hip when my lips touch his, so possessive and full of yearning that I can only respond in a sensual swirl of my hips.

Hearing him moan into my mouth, I am motivated to give him more. Arching my back to press my ass against his groin, I rock my hips at a steady pace, sliding his cock in and out of my tight hole. Toji kisses me back sloppily, his jaw slack at the pleasure my wet pussy is giving him.

I pull away from his lips, which only makes Toji’s eyes flutter open as he stares at me in a lovestruck daze. It makes me grin. I am usually the one with that expression. Circling my fingers around his wrist, I pull his hand away from my hip and move away from him. His brows draw together for a moment before he realises what I am about to do as I push him back and climb on top of him, straddling his hips.

Toji licks his lips and bites down on the bottom one as he watches me steady myself with a hand on his chest and my hand wrapped around his dick. I lift myself up so that I am hovering over his thick cock. Sliding his cockhead up and down my wet lips, I glance up at him, finding him already in position with his arms behind his head, ready to watch me ride him.

Lowering myself as I rub his mushroom head along my slit, the wet smacking of my pussy lips becomes louder and almost more elaborate. Toji’s teeth are tugging on his bottom lip and I can just tell that his restraint is almost breaking at my teasing. He is probably just two seconds away from flipping us around and completely obliterating me when I finally sink down on his dick, slowly letting his wide girth stretch me out.

Toji’s hip spasms at the immense pleasure my sopping cunt is giving him and his face contorts into one of agony and bliss, all at the same time. Placing both hands on his chest now, I hold myself stable as I continue taking in his cock, all the way down until he is balls deep inside of me. I let out the breath I had been holding in and lift my head to find Toji with his eyes barely open. He always enjoys the first time his cock slides into my pussy.

As I slide my palm up his smooth chest, I tease, “You alright there, Uncle Toji?”

It takes him a few seconds but Toji finally blinks the haze away. He is already glaring at me. Taking a hand away from the back of his head, his palm meets my ass with a resounding smack. “What’s gotten into you, huh? Thought you were mad at Uncle Toji?”

As I lean forward with a grin, I lift my ass so that his cock slides out of my tight snatch. “How could I stay mad at you?” Toji flickers his eyes down to my lips, looking so mesmerised by the way my bottom lip is caught between my teeth. “You stood up for me.”

Toji’s hand cups my chin and pulls me closer. “If I don’t, who will?”

My heart flutters at his words, sending a ripple down south that massages his meat. Toji’s warm breath hits my lips in a soft moan before taking my mouth in his. He kisses me deep and slow. Readjusting my hands to hold myself up on the bed beside him, I slowly start to move again, sliding my wet cunt up and down his hard dick. He could still kiss me until I started going faster, slapping my ass down to meet the base of his cock each time. Letting out a low, deep moan, Toji breaks the kiss and tilts his head up slightly, trying to get more air into his lungs.

I stop for a moment, only to change my position so that I have my palms flat on my headboard, completely hovering above him now. I move my hips again, fast and powerful that I have the bed rocking slightly, my tits swinging in Toji’s face, my perked nipples just grazing his stubble and his sharp nose. The man below me lets rip a growl and grabs a handful of my breast, latching his mouth on my tit. I throw my head back at the sensation of his tongue flicking over my stiff bud. My pussy is only getting wetter, making me glide up and down his thick cock easily.

Toji’s other hand slides down to my body, finding my ass. I mewl when he slaps my mound before giving it a squeeze, his grunts only letting me know that he enjoys my reaction. I know that Toji is enjoying this, but he always wants to finish with him on top. And I am slowly losing my strength as I start to slow down. He gives me one last slap and squeeze to my ass before unlatching from my breast. With his hands on my hips, he stops me from moving, holding me up with his hands now cupping my ass.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy…” I whine when he starts rutting his hips, impaling me over and over with his thick meat.

“Mm…” he groans. “Baby.” He cannot stop himself from giving my flesh another squeeze. “Princess.” At that petname, I fall forward and melt into his chest completely, letting him hold me up with pure brute strength. Toji’s grunt in my ear is low and guttural. “My pretty girl,” he moans. My cunt grips tighter around his cock. He knows what this does to me.

Sliding a hand up to my head, he pushes my hair away from my face so that I can feel his warm murmur on my cheek when he says, “My darling little kitten.” I shut my eyes and let out a mewl. “Daddy made you so wet, pretty baby.” Toji squeezes a handful of my ass. “Gonna cum for Daddy, sweetheart?” I can only whine and nod my head dumbly. stops with his cock entirely sheathed inside of me and circles his hips, enjoying the sticky sound of our juices mixing together. He groans at my pussy pulsing around him.

He tilts his head so that his cheek is resting on my temple and murmurs, “Daddy’s going to cum, baby doll. And I’m going to ruin your pretty little body when I do.” I can only mewl in response, my walls fluttering around his sheathed cock. My head is buzzing from my unexpected orgasm, my body already reacting involuntarily at his words. Toji nudges my temple as he moves to whisper in my ear, still gyrating his hips with his cock inside of me, “My cum all over your stomach and your tits, baby. Gonna look so pretty, all covered in Uncle Toji’s love.”

I gasp when he flips us around suddenly, his dick slipping out of me at the movement. I am lying on the bed staring up at him now. He cages me under his big, strong build, his eyes dark and lustful as he watches me. Licking his fingers, he reaches between us and gives my sopping wet pussy a slap, causing me to jerk in surprise. A corner of his lip pulls up. He does this again, and this time I whine.

Toji takes hold of his cock now, positioning it at the entrance of my parted pussy. He lets out a deep exhale as he slides into me again. I like being in this position where I am able to watch Toji’s expression as he fucks me. His eyebrows would be furrowed, his dark, green eyes would be piercing mine, the ends of his hair just slightly wet from the physical exertion. I smile and reach up to give him a peck on his lips.

It is meant to be a sweet gesture, but Toji lets out a low growl. He drops his head to kiss me hard while he speeds up his pace. I move in tandem with his fucking, meeting the base of his cock with every hip thrust. I make a conscious effort to squeeze my walls, my pussy gripping so tightly onto his cock that Toji quickly pulls out like he has been burnt, just to keep stroking his meat furiously. He cums on me like he said he would, the white liquid painting my stomach with some droplets staining my night dress.

He takes a while to recover from his heaving but when he does, he gets up slowly and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He keeps his eyes entirely on me the whole time he strips from his clothes. The moment he is done, he scoops me up carefully and walks me to the bathroom where he brings me to the shower stall with him once he takes the dress off me.

“I’m going to do something stupid tomorrow,” Toji suddenly announces in the middle of our clean-up.

My heart stops for a second. I look up at him shampooing his hair. “What?” When he only stares at me, not saying anything, I laugh and joke, “Gonna have another cheat day and eat all the carbs you want?”

Toji rolls his eyes. “Everyday is a cheat day when your girlfriend always leaves you with her unfinished food.”

I click my tongue and reach out to land a wet slap on his bicep. He grins at me and closes his eyes to wash out the shampoo on his hair. Finishing up my rinse, I get out of the shower before him and dry myself. I have to change into a new set of nightwear and when I am dressed, I snuggle back into bed, waiting for Toji.

He takes a while so I try to stay up. But when I hear the hairdryer going off, I decide that I can always spend time with him in the morning before the brunch, since he is staying over.

I am already half-asleep when Toji finally crawls into bed and cuddles me, bringing me closer to him. I wonder if I had been dreaming when he murmured in my ear, “I’m going to talk to your dad about us, baby.”

At brunch the next day, I am sat next to Toji, both of us across the table from my parents. He takes care of me the entire time like he always does, even going to the extent of cutting up my waffles for me while he talks to my father.

“You’re spoiling her, Toji,” my dad finally comments as he watches his best friend cutting up my food for me. “She’s not a baby, you know.”

My father glances at me but I merely shrug at him and grin up at Toji. “I like being spoiled.”

“Of course you do,” my father quips.

Toji makes one last cut of my waffle and sets the cutlery down. I thank him and start eating. As he reaches out to have a sip of his wine, he leans back in his chair comfortably to address my father.

“Do you think it’s weird that I spoil her?”

My dad laughs as he reaches for his wine glass too. “Not weird. But definitely bad.”

But Toji is serious as he continues, “Then do you think it’s weird if I say I want to take care of her?”

My father pauses for a moment. He looks at me looking lost and uncomfortable at where this conversation is headed, then glances at his similarly confused wife, and finally back at Toji.

“No… You’ve always been taking care of her even when she was younger.”

“I mean as a man.”

The man across him frowns and leans forward to put his wine down. “You mean… like…” My father is at a loss for words.

Even I am, too. All of us are just gaping stupidly at Toji now, waiting for some sort of explanation, or even him laughing to tell us he is joking. But he only clears his throat and sits with his elbows on his arm rests, his hands resting on his torso with his fingers interlocked.

“Like I want to commit my life to her.”

<< Part 1 🔞, Part 2 🔞, Part 3 🔞 || Epilogue 🔞 >>

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malliluvs · 10 months

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bloodied lips

rhea ripley x f!reader

After losing her fight, she seeks her girlfriend out to blow off some steam.

word count: 1.8k

(incomplete bc idk if its good)

18+!!

warnings : rhea taking her anger out on you, mean-ish rhea, cursing, smoking, mommy rhea, pure smut, oral r!recieving and r!giving, fingering r!recieving, teasing, edging, slight sadism/ masochism, thigh riding, bad girl good girl type, degredation/ praise kink, rough fucking, strap usage, cowgirl, mirror stuff, somewhat bratty reader, idk what else just really slutty

note: this is about the summer slam 2021, rhea ripley vs. nikki a.s.h vs. charlotte flair, also this is my first time writing smut that wasn't a jokey joke so erm!!! and theres barely any plot, mostly just smut bc.

if you asked me a year ago, i never would have imagined myself front row at the summer slam, but yet i was here.

i watched rhea walk into the ring, she practically demanded respect with her presence. and god knows i would give it to her. i couldn't believe i was watching my girlfriend walk into a ring.

of course, i've seen it plenty of times, but i could never get enough of it. and the best part was that she was always the most riled up after winning a good match.

but, what i didn't expect was the complete opposite. not only did she not win, she failed miserably. i winced at every blow she suffered, nikki and charlotte were not holding back.

everytime rhea looked at me in the crowd i blew her a kiss, that would usually pick her spirits up. but she was far too angry to care about me, or anyone for that matter, all she cared about was winning this fight.

after the fight, i waited back in her dressing room for rhea. i was sitting at her vanity, watching the next fight on the tv in the corner of the room. she walked in fuming.

curses spilled out of her mouth.

"that fucking bitch , using those cheesy ass moves , fucking bitch!" she yelled, her australian accent booming through the room. she kicked one of the chairs, before glaring at herself in the mirror.

i jumped as she kicked the chair, i furrowed my eyebrows. "rhea?" i said, my voice calm as i tried to hopefully calm her down.

she looked at me, but it wasn't the normal, loving look she gave me before the match, it was a death glare.

i gulped, before taking a deep breath. "lets calm down, okay? i mean... it cant be that bad." i smiled sheepishly. "there's always next ti-"

"no, there isn't a fucking next time y/n!" she yelled. " i spent fucking months training for this fight and i couldn't do shit, so don't tell me about next time, i don't need a fucking pep talk." rhea clenched her fists, running her hands over her head as she paced around the room.

i stayed quiet, looking down.

"get over here." she told me, i just looked up at her.

"i said, get the fuck over here, y/n. im not in a good mood." she said, wiping the blood off her lips as she stared at me, her voice eerily calm.

i got up from the vanity that i sat in, i looked up at rhea, she could be terrifying when she was pissed. i took small steps towards her, before she grabbed me by the back of my neck.

my eyes widened as she pulled me into a kiss. my face flushed a deep crimson as she bit my lip harshly. i was used to rhea being a bit rough, but i couldn't help but be surprised when i felt a sharp, burning pain on my lip, and blood trickled from my lip onto her own.

she pulled back, rubbing her thumb over my bottom lip, smudging the blood on my lips. she licked the blood of her lips, her eyes filled with anger and lust. almost as a warning of what was to come if i didn't obey her.

"take your clothes off." rhea demanded. my eyes widened. we had never done anything like this in such a public place, nevermind outside our bedroom. even if it was her dressing room, we both knew that her coach would be in here any minute now to reprimand her.

"rhea you can't be seri-"

"off. now."

i looked down, it was clear i wasn't gonna get a word in. "but-"

she grabbed me roughly. "y/n, im not in the fucking mood right now for your bratty shit. just do as i say, now take. it. off." i knew i should be scared of her, but the wetness in my panties were telling me otherwise.

i knew i shouldn't tease her, but i couldn't help myself. i turned my head to the side and crossed my arms.

"no."

rhea's eyes turned a dark shade of red, she growled. "what the hell do you mean, 'no'?!" she yelled. my eyes widened at her tone, gosh she was such a turn on when she was angry.

"i said no! i don't wanna, i wanna finish watching the fight." i huffed, before sitting down on a nearby couch, ignoring rhea entirely. i could practically feel her staring at the back of my head, her eyes like lazers.

i heard her breathing increase, i was surprised steam wasn't coming out of her ears. i knew she wasn't gonna let this behavior slide, and that only excited me more.

i heard rhea walk out, slamming the door behind her. she was pissed.

by the time we got back into her car to leave, rhea couldn't keep her eyes off of me, she was practically begging for my attention, and i didn't listen to her.

"y/n. look at me." she demanded, she was still pissed about her fight, and even more pissed that i wasn't paying her any mind.

"you know what? okay." that was all rhea said. my eyes widened and i looked at her, but rhea was already pulling out of the parking space.

did i fuck up? no.

i looked at the smirk that adorned her face, she had something planned, and i was completely unprepared.

the second we got back to her apartment, she pushed me up against the wall and gripped my hair, pulling my head to look at her. she gripped me tight, i winced in pain, her large hand was a blessing and a cruse. i felt her hand unbuckle my belt and unzipping my jeans. she roughly stuck her hands into my jeans, her large, calloused fingers tracing me through my panties.

i let out a shaky breath. "rhea..." i whined, i couldn't ignore her when her hands were on me, it was impossible.

"shut the fuck up." rhea glared at me. "you wanted to be a fucking brat? i'll treat you like a brat." she scoffed, a smirk played at her lips. if i weren't so turned on i probably would have punched her.

she wrapped her large hands around my waist, and picked me up like i weighed nothing. she threw me over the shoulder and took me to our bedroom.

she pushed me into the room, standing me in front of the large closet mirror.

"look at me." her voice caught me off guard and my eyes caught hers in the mirror, i felt a shiver run down my back as she glared at me.

she smirked, and started unbuckling my jeans, pulling them down roughly. they pooled at my feet as she forced a hand in my underwear, her calloused fingers running over my slit.

"god, fucking slut..." she cooed. i closed my eyes, and she bit my ear roughly. "you've been acting like such a bitch all day, you wanted this didn't you?"

i looked at her in the mirror, pleading for her to touch me. every touch of hers felt like heaven, and i needed more.

she scoffed. "what do you want?" she raised her chin up, tilting her head. god, i loved when she did that.

my words caught in my throat, i felt her thumb slowly graze my skin, and I felt my knees become weak.

"use your words." her voice was husky and demanding.

"i... i..." my words didn't seem to want to come out of my mouth.

rhea began to get frustrated, she pulled her hand out of my underwear, and gripped my waist, pulling it towards her. she roughly pushed me against the mirror, her hands the only things holding me up as my cheek smushed against the glass.

my heavy breath fogged up the mirror, as I looked back towards rhea, whos grinded her hips against me. "tell me what you want." she repeated, her hand inching up my shirt before roughly gripping one of my breasts.

i let out a surprised yelp. "rhea... i... i want you... please..." i begged, my voice was hoarse and whiny, i wasn't proud of it but at this point i couldn't care less.

"im pissed, y/n." she growled. "i wanted you to help me, and instead you gave me back talk then completely ignored me. do you really expect me to touch you?" she said, her voice was mocking, i could practically hear her smirk.

i should be mad, but i couldn't help the wet spot that formed on my underwear.

rhea let out a groan of frustration, sitting on the bed. she was manspreading as she glared at me, leaning back on her arms.

"so do it yourself."

my breath hitched at her words. "rhea... please i can't-"

"do it. you really wanna keep pissing me off?" she threatened.

i let out a small sigh, my eyes glazed over. she pulled me down on her leg, looking up at me.

i bit my lip, looking at her. her words repeated in my head

do you really wanna keep pissing me off?

my cooter wooter ached at her words. i moved my hips, moving them back and forth on her thigh.

i bit my lip and let out a soft moan.

she sat there watching me, clearly amused by the predicament she put me in.

I held onto her shoulders, rutting my hips on her thigh, the feeling of her denim jeans drove me crazy. god, and that look in her eye. it made me feel so powerless.

i felt that familiar knot in my stomach, i hid my face in the nook of her neck. i rocked my hips, they began to ache as i tried to chase my high.

"rhea... please... im so close... im gonna-" i was suddenly knocked off balance by rhea bouncing her leg, my orgasm fading away from me.

"i don't think you deserve it." rhea said, glaring at me.

i looked up at her, my lip trembling. "rhea please... i'll do anything!" i cried into her chest.

rhea sighed, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and lighting it, she took a drag and blew it in my face, her black lipstick staining the paper casing.

"go get it." she said, before taking another drag, the tip of the cigarette lighting a bright red as she did.

i felt relief at those words, was she gonna finally give me what i wanted?

i got up from her lap, my legs shaky from my previous denial, my core still aching from the loss. i opened the closet, and picked up a box. i opened it, pulling out a large, black, 7inch strap-on.

i practically drooled at the thought of rhea ruining me with it.

i walked back over to her, she snatched it out of my hand, before pulling down her jeans, she put it on and looked at me.

she grabbed me by my hair, pushing me down between her legs. she pushed it against my lips, practically growling at me.

"suck it."

i cant finish this just take this i dont know if it's good or not so erm!

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ashwhowrites · 7 months

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Steve and her sister (Reader) taking the kids to trick or treat, bc Miss Byers asked them after what happened with Will, so Steve asks Robin and Eddie to come with them, but Reader is really nervous and Steve can tell something's going on, but he doesn't asks, after some days, Steve, Rob and Reader are at Family Video when Eddie shows up and the mood changes quickly, so then Steve asks Y/N what was happening between them and she tells him that she and Eddie had sex at a Halloween party, some days ago and they haven't talked abt it since it happened. After a week of classes and work, Y/N is invited to Chrissy Cunningham's Halloween party, and she goes with Robin and Steve, and there she sees Eddie and Chrissy and she thinks that he played with her, and she ends up getting out of the party crying and Steve and Robin are searching her inside the house but Eddie heard about not having a clue about where Y/N was, so he goes outside and he sees Y/N crying, she was dressed as a princess, she looked very cute, so he puts his jacket on her shoulders, and they started talking and reader tells Eddie that she thought that he liked her, but then she saw him with Chrissy, but Eddie kisses her and tells her that she's just buying from him, and that he wants to be with Y/N and he would even fight with Steve just to prove that to her, and she just laughs and they kiss and Steve and Robin were exiting the house and saw that, and they decided to pretend they didn't saw anything, so they entered again until they weren't kissing

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So! The timeline you provided is a little out of order, since trick or treating happens on Halloween. So Chrissy's party is the same day, and I just cut out the video store moment. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting <3

Happy October

Princess and the prince?

Y/N and Steve got dragged into taking the kid's trick or treating. Steve didn't mind going, but Y/N was on edge the second Steve said he asked Robin and Eddie. Y/N hanging out with her brother's friends was normal, but lately, things have gotten awkward between her and Eddie.

Y/N didn't tell anyone, but she and Eddie hooked up recently at a Halloween party. And she hasn't heard a word from Eddie since. She wasn't sure what to say but his ghosting made her feel like she shouldn't say anything at all.

Steve knew his sister more than anyone. And he could see her nervously twitching throughout the night. Steve wasn't sure what caused her to be so nervous. He figured it had something to do with Robin or Eddie since she was perfectly fine before they arrived.

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Chrissy's tradition was to throw a Halloween party on the night of Halloween. No matter what day of the week it landed on. Right after Steve and Y/N got all the kids back home, it was their turn to dress up and head to the party.

As Steve drove to the party, he looked over at Y/N. She fiddled with her puffy pink dress and the way she picked at the crown in her lap.

"Want to tell me what's going on?" Steve asked, he left it alone during trick or treating. He didn't want to put her on the spot in front of the kids. But it was just the two of them.

"What do you mean?" Y/N rushed out, looking over and Steve then back to the road.

"You've been nervous since Robin and Eddie showed up. Did something happen between you and Robin? A fight? She didn't seem awkward. So is it Eddie?" Steve noticed the way she jolted hearing his name.

"Okay, so it's Eddie. What happened with Eddie?" Steve asked. He tried to remember how Eddie acted a few hours ago, but he seemed normal. He spent most of his time talking with Dustin, which was normal.

"You know that party I went to last week?" Y/N asked.

Steve remembered her coming home, she seemed excited and a little drunk.

"Well, Eddie and I kinda hooked up." She admitted. Steve quickly pulled over, throwing his car in park as he turned to look at her.

"You had sex with Eddie Munson?" Steve gagged, Y/N rolled her eyes and gave Steve a light shove.

"No wonder you are depressed." Steve teased, feeling accomplished as a small laugh left her lips. But it was only for a second before she fell back to her nervous state.

"And tonight was the first time I've seen him since. We haven't talked about it, he hasn't called and even tonight he avoided me. I'm nervous about being around him because now it's different!" Y/N ranted, slamming her hands down on her puffy dress.

"What an ass," Steve growled, but he could put aside his anger for Eddie for Y/N.

"Look, you are dressed as a princess right now. And I know princesses are all about getting their prince charming and blah. But you don't need him. If he was man enough to sleep with you, then he should be man enough to call you. He's a coward. He's like the nasty green frog in the story." Steve tried to explain.

"The frog turns into the prince, Steve." Y/N corrected, a teasing smirk on her face as Steve groaned.

"Oh, whatever! All I'm saying is don't be upset because of him. His loss." Steve said, leaning over to hug her. Y/N wrapped her arms around Steve and gave him a slight squeeze. A small thank you in his ear.

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Y/N decided to listen to Steve's words and not let Eddie affect her. It was just sex, if Eddie could move on, then she could too.

She placed her crown on her head, and a smile on her face. Excitement in her body as she saw Robin.

"A princess, how fitting." Robin complimented, a smile on her face.

"Are you...Steve?" Y/N asked, her eyes taking in Robin's work uniform but her name switched for Steve's. A wig on her head to add the extra length and volume of hair.

"I am!" Robin cheered. Quickly copying Steve's stance as his hands were on his hips, judging her costume.

Y/N laughed as Robin and Steve argued behind her. She walked into the party, the music was loud and she could barely see a thing. Smoke filled the air and the smell of liquor filled her nose.

"DRINKS!" Robin cheered, grabbing Y/N's hand and running to the kitchen.

Y/N laughed as she tried to run in her heels, her dress smacking people as she ran through. Robin poured their drinks and Y/N let her eyes take in the room. She eyed everyone's costumes then she landed on Chrissy. She was dressed as a mermaid, and her costume fit her well. Then she saw who was next to her. It was Eddie. He wasn't in costume, but yet came to a costume party.

Y/N had a good feeling he showed up since it was Chrissy. They looked to be having a long conversation, their faces getting closer and closer with each word. She could hear Chrissy's giggles and Eddie's deep chuckle.

"Are you gonna be sick?" Robin asked panicked, she looked over Y/N, who looked pale and sweaty.

"I think I need air." Y/N rushed out, fanning herself as she went to walk out of the kitchen.

"Y/N!" she heard her name coming from Chrissy's lips. She looked over her shoulder to see Chrissy waving her over, a huge smile on her face. But Y/N could only focus on Eddie standing behind her. His brown eyes stared right back at her with no emotion on his face.

Y/N truly felt like she was going to be sick, she picked up her dress and ran outside. Not caring who she smacked into.

Robin panicked as she lost her in the crowd. Immediately searching for Steve. Chrissy and Eddie followed behind Robin.

"DID YOU SEE WHERE SHE WENT?" Steve yelled over the loud music, Robin shook her head no.

"I CALLED HER NAME AND SHE RAN," Chrissy explained. Eddie stood next to her, and Steve's eyes landed on him.

"DID SHE SEE YOU?" Steve asked his eyes on Eddie and Eddie only. Both girls looked over to Eddie confused. Not sure why seeing Eddie would make her run.

But Eddie didn't say a word. He zipped up his jacket and walked through the party.

"MUNSON!" Steve yelled but he didn't turn around. The girls looked to Steve confused but he shook his head.

Eddie bit his lip as he walked out. He had a good feeling he was the reason she ran out, and he knew Steve knew why. Eddie wasn't sure who he was more afraid of seeing at the moment.

He quickly went down the steps and looked around for her pink dress. He spotted her on the curb by the street. He took a deep breath and walked over to her. Once he was close enough, he could hear her crying and the way her arms wrapped around herself.

Eddie unzipped his jacket, softly placing it on her shoulders and taking a seat next to her. He tried to swallow the hurt when she moved over, putting space between them.

"Everyone is searching for you in there," Eddie said, resting his hands on his knees as he looked over at her.

Her face was wet and mascara smeared. But Eddie still thought she looked gorgeous. She didn't answer, both sitting in silence. Her eyes were ahead and his eyes were on her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Eddie asked, his voice cautious.

"About what?" She sniffled, she hated the way his jacket warmed her. She didn't want to find any other reason to be connected to him.

"Why did you run out?" Eddie asked, he turned his body to face her, his right hand reaching out to softly land on her knee.

"Why didn't you call?" She asked, dodging his question to ask her own.

"Because I was running from it." Eddie shrugged. But his words did nothing to make her feel better.

"Running from the mistake?" She asked, finally looking at him. His soft eyes looked at her so gently. Why didn't his words match his eyes?

"Of course not. You are not a mistake," Eddie explained. "I'm a freak, Y/N. It's social suicide to be involved with me. And I was scared that if we talked about it, you'd tell me you regretted it and didn't want to see each other anymore. It was easier to run from it than to have you admit it. I'm sorry for being such a coward." He explained, his insecurities shown through his voice.

"Oh Eddie," she cooed, landing her hand on top of his. "I didn't regret it and I don't care what people think. I like you. I liked you before we had sex, and that's why it killed me to go radio silence on each other. I thought you liked me, then you didn't say anything and now you were here with Chrissy. Not even bothering to dress up which means you probably came here just to see her."

"I'm not here with Chrissy. I wasn't even planning on coming but she wanted me to do some deals. That's why I'm not dressed up, I came here to work. There's nothing between her and I. Not like what we have." Eddie said, moving closer as he dipped his head down to be even with her.

"And what do we have?" Y/N whispered, her eyes looking down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. Her mind replayed the night they spent together. His lips on her skin, his fingers inside of her, and his whispers into her ear. How she moaned his name like a prayer, how easily he fit inside of her, how her thighs clenched around him. The way he felt inside of her as his tongue tangled with hers.

"This." He whispered, his lips on hers as he grabbed her body, moving her on his lap. Her skin was hot under his touch. He kissed her harder as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, one hand in his hair and the other on his chest. She could feel his heart racing underneath her touch. His hands slipped underneath her dress, his fingertips ghosting her thighs.

Steve and Robin made it outside, and to their surprise they found her. Well, they found her on top of Eddie as they made out like no one could see them.

"And to think, I thought his ass just left," Steve admitted, Robin smirked as she watched the two put on a show.

"We better leave them to it." Robin said, grabbing Steve's hand to bring him inside.

"I feel like I'm supposed to beat his ass for groping my sister in public." Steve shuttered in disgust but Robin kept pulling him inside.

After a few minutes, Y/N pulled back. Sucking in as much air as she could.

"That was...wow." Eddie coughed, squirming on the curb.

Y/N noticed his flushed face and the way he kept shifting. A smirk on her face as she stood up. Eddie's hand went down to cover his lap as he stood up.

"Thank you for explaining everything. I appreciate it." Y/N said, kissing his lips softly.

Eddie hummed and tried to deepen the kiss once more but she pulled away with a teasing smile.

"Not so fast. I have a party to attend." She said, fixing her crown and dress.

"Care to have a date?" Eddie asked, holding out his arm with a small bow.

"Gonna be Prince charming?" She joked, hooking her arm with his.

"Anything for you, Princess." He said with a wink. Arms hooked together as they walked back into the party.

"He's not so bad after all," Robin said, watching as the new couple laughed.

"I'm still going to kill him." Steve growled.

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danikamariewrites · 11 months

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Azriel x adhd!Reader

A/n: As someone with ADHD I struggle with a lot of stuff like my emotions and daily tasks. I like talking about it bc I don’t think it should be taboo and I hate the stigmatism around it that it’s just people being lazy. If your struggling with ADHD or any other mental health problems know you’re not alone ❤️

Warnings: mentions of mental health struggles, some angst

At first Azriel didn’t understand why your mood could be so up and down all the time. Or why you struggled with getting out of bed some days and others you had so much energy you didn’t know what to do with it.

You didn’t like loud noises, being touched unless you wanted too, and some textures overwhelmed your senses causing you to lash out.

You have a hard time communicating your feelings and he does too, which makes you both frustrated when one of you just brushes the other off or is passive aggressive.

Azriel notices you space out sometimes or that when he’s talking to you, you ask him to repeat things because you didn’t hear him. He thinks it’s odd but brushes it off as you just being preoccupied. He also picks up on your fidgeting but never thought anything of it

One day you both snap at each other resulting in the worst fight you’ve ever had

Azriel ends up going to Rhys for advice because he doesn’t want some stupid fight on a random Monday to be the reason you break up

Azriel tells his brother about the issues that have been building up over the last few months and Rhys, who’s been one of your best friends since childhood, tells him you’ve always been that way

He doesn’t go into detail, it’s your story to tell, but he does tell Az about when you were younger and your parents had Madja come give you a few tests. He remembered being a little nervous for you but you were fine. You just needed a little extra help and attention with things because your brain works differently

Azriel instantly feels bad that he didn’t know

“It’s ok Az, she didn’t even tell me until we were teenagers.” Rhys says sympathetically. “Yeah but I’m the one that’s supposed to be there for her, not get angry with her.” Rhys hugs his brother, insisting he stay the night and that time apart will do you both good

The next morning Az comes home to you baking in the kitchen

You had to move around or the thoughts of Azriel not coming home because you were too much of a burden were going to eat you alive

When you see him you try to apologize but he cuts you off asking if you could sit down and talk

“I don’t want to push, but Rhys told me about when you were younger and the testing with Madja.” He says gently

You take a deep breath, trying to blink your tears away

Sometimes it’s hard for you to talk about your ADHD because you hate to seem weak or different

But you’ve held back long enough and if you didn’t tell Azriel soon you knew you would get worse trying to mask it

You tell him everything. how your energy goes up and down, your depression and that it’s worse because you can’t find the energy to do things

You feel useless sometimes because you forget things or because you don’t listen

He hugs you as you cry into his chest, “I just feel so guilty being this way. I’m sorry Az.”

He brushes away your tears, “It’s ok my love. I know I don’t communicate well either. And I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt this way. It must’ve been killing you to keep it in.”

From that point forward Azriel was always there to make things better

Your communication improved and fights or the silent treatment became very rare

You weren’t afraid to tell him if something was bothering you or if you needed extra help or attention from him

Azriel and his shadows could pick up if you were being overstimulated or stressed out, so there were times you didn’t even need to ask

If you were out with the group and became uncomfortable Azriel would take you somewhere quite to help calm your anxiety

He’d wrap his wings around you so it would be dark and quite, helping slow your panicked breathing

“It’s ok baby, take a deep breath.” “That’s it, in and out, don’t rush.” “Here feel my heartbeat, can we try and match it?”

If you didn’t like how your sweater or dress was feeling that day he would be there with a back up or give you his own

“Are you sure Az, I don’t want to take it from you then you’ll be cold.” “Don’t worry about me baby, I just want you to be comfortable. Plus I’m built for the cold, Illyrian remember?”

Whenever you start fidgeting it’s usually if you’re bored or nervous. Azriel always keeps a little fidget toy or a pen on him so you can hold it and focus your energy on that. He knows you hate being thought of as a distraction and you think it’s better to focus on a small thing in your hands rather than swinging your feet or pushing your chair around

You thought him knowing about your ADHD would change how he feels about you or treat you differently. You bring this up to him one night in bed, “This doesn’t change the way I feel about you at all. You’re still perfect to me, my love. You just need extra help sometimes and it’s ok to ask for help.”

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sleepyhead0720 · 11 months

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Hey I don't know if you're still taking requests but I was wondering if you could do the straw hats with a gn! reader who is shorter than them? I just find it cute

Sure! I hope you enjoy<3

Masterlist

Luffy

-He either doesn’t care about your height or he makes fun of you every chance he gets, it’s a 50/50

-aside from that, he doesn’t really care about it, your personality is all that matters to him.

-If anything he likes it cause he has an exuse to be with you constantly because ‘what if you can’t reach something?’

-another thing he also likes about it is it makes it easy to told you and trap you to pepper you with kisses and hugs

-it also makes it easy for him to carry you!

-he also likes whenever you try to take his straw hat,he bends down a bit for you to take it and it always ends up with the two of you battling for it.

-Luffy likes that even though your shorter then most people you can still put up a fight, your size also comes to use whenever you fight

-Whenever the two of you cuddle, he likes being the big spoon since he feels like he’s protecting you

-over all he doesn’t mind it and loves you either way

Zoro

-Teases you relentlessly

-He makes fun of you EVERY CHANCE he gets

-He also uses it against you whenever both of you pick on eachother

-Besides from the teasing, he loves hugging you from behind as he places his chin on top of your head

-he loves when ever he sees you fight

-He uses it as an excuse to carry you constantly

-If anyone else makes fun of your height, consider them dead meat

-Whenever the two of you take a nap together, he always places you in between his legs as he holds you against his chest while the two of you fall asleep

-Finds it funny whenever you try to reach something and always teases you before helping you

-Even though your short, he still respects you and loves you as always

Usopp

-When I tell you this man LOVES that your shorter then him

-He makes you weapons that only work for your height which is a big advantage

-He still teases you a little but makes it clear that he doesn’t mind you being shorter then most people

-Whenever he hugs you he always slightly Carrie’s you and twirls you around

-Is the kind to help you with stuff and later teases you about it

-He’s mostly chill with you being short compared to everyone else

-He knows that you being short doesn’t mean that you aren’t powerful so whenever there’s an enemy he hides behind you which is sometimes pretty funny to see considering the height difference

Sanji

-Like everyone else, he loves it

-He always uses it as an excuse to give you piggy back rides and carry you wherever you go!

-No teasing at all. Okay maybe a little but that’s it

-He knows you can fight but he still has this instinct to protect you (not just bc you height)

-He always gives you pets on your head whenever he passes you

-He secretly loves whenever you try to make your self taller to give him a kiss or a pet on the head

-Loves to carry you around the ship too

-He’ll let you borrow his shirts that don’t fit him anymore, it’s still big on you either way

-He’s very respectful with you and very caring

Nami

-thinks your a child when you first met her

-For some reason I don’t see her be one to tease you, maybe chuckle a little when you try to reach for something but that’s it

-whenever she’s in a good mood she loves hugging you randomly and putting your face against her chest while she softly hums

-She also likes whenever you lean against her while you fall asleep

-She’s pretty chill but there’s still SOME teasing eventually

Robin

-Doesn’t mind it at all

-No teasing at all either

-The most normal one out of everybody

-like nami she loves hugging you and placing your face against her chest while the both of you lean against each other

-If you try to reach for something, she’ll help by using her powers. No teasing or anything just right away helps you weather you asked for it or not

-whenever the two of you are out in public she always holds your hand so you don’t get lost or sticks with you so you don’t get separated

-She loves watching you fight especially when the opponent underestimates you

-Aside from that she acts completely normal

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saintgoths · 6 months

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since u do requests heheh i was wondering if you could do something like this: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM66LSbW9/ bc omg i'm obsessed lmao and maybe with smut in the end? 🥹 thanks! 🤍

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mdni - intense dirty talking, grinding, possessive ghost, mutual masturbation, m/f sex-full nelson position and heavy breeding kink

simon riley.

1634 words.

“Don’t worry darling, you’re the prettiest woman in the room,” Ghost muttered, his masked mouth pressed against your ear, causing you to shudder in response to his pant. With a wide smile that sneaked upon your face, you had pressed your back against his chest, gently moving in rhythm with the slow music that sang through the large speakers.

The both of you had decided to go somewhere you barely go, well, together, Simon usually finds himself in a pub due to his co-workers, and you would rather go to the club. Though aside from the loudness that had filled the room, there was a subtle ambience that had moved the two of you.

“I know that,” you smiled. “I’m normally the prettiest woman in the room.”

“Cocky,” he replied swiftly.

“And you’ve never been…?” You raised your eyebrow, with a shorter smile that remained on your face, teasing Ghost of his previous arrogant behaviours, you could feel the covered bulge of his press against your back, aware that the cool and soft lewd tension that had been shared between the both of you had slowly peaked.

“T’s different,” he shrugged, his masked mouth moving to the bareness of your neck, “Keep grinding on me like that I’ll end up fucking you in front of everyone.”

Surprised, you had raised the both of your eyebrows, slightly excited---you had tucked your bottom lip behind your teeth. “Ah?” You breathed out. “The possessive Simon Ghost Riley allowing over people see the way he fucks me?”

“The sound of that vexes me,” he grunted. “I won’t be able to hold myself back if you continue to speak to me like that.”

“Well, you’ll have to be a good boy,” you shrugged. “You want all the men here to see my naked body, don’t you?”

With a click of his tongue, Simon shook his head. “Now, when you word it like that, luvie, my idea to fuck you in front of everyone is ruined,” he gently whined, which had caused you to release a breathy laugh.

“Now that the mood is ruined, I need to go to the toilet,” you smiled before disconnecting yourself away from his grasp, you could feel Ghost lightly slap your ass causing you to mildly smirk before you pathed your way to the pub’s toilet, leaving Ghost to return to his seat and silently wait for your arrival.

“Aren’t you a tall drink of water,” a voice smiled, cutting Ghost from his train of thoughts. His brown eyes landing on a slim blonde who had her hair tied up into a tight pony tail, she had worn a blue dress that had tightly wrapped around her figure, and Ghost couldn’t miss the strong fake-tan that had caked her skin.

While he had adjusted his mask, Ghost sharply examined her once more. “What are you doing?” He huffed.

“What?” The lady repeated, confused by his stoic essence.

“I have a girlfriend, love,” Ghost shared.

“You’re not married?” The girl pointed.

“One day I’ll marry her,” Ghost said.

Satisfied by the twisted look she had on her face; Ghost watched the way she placed her hands on her hips. “Well, I have a partner too,” she shrugged.

“Really?” Ghost grunted. “Where’s your husband out there?”

With a quick look, the girl bounced her shoulders. “Not here, but gon’ on one of his business trips. Where’s your one day I’ll marry her-girlfriend?”

Humoured by the woman, Ghost shortly turned to where you had stood. “My one day I’ll marry her-girlfriend is standing right over there, staring at ya.”

“She don’t seem much,” the girl shrugged. “I’ll handle her.”

“I don’t fight over men,” you smiled while nearing towards Ghost. “But if Ghost wants you, he’s all yours,” you winked, picking up your unfinished glass, you briskly saw the insecure look that shadowed over the woman’s eyes the second she saw Ghost’s unsatisfied expression.

“Nah, I don’t want er,” Ghost shrugged, his final statement enough to have the woman leave, and satisfied you had moved closer to your boyfriend.

Eyebrows furrowed you had gently cupped his face. “You should’ve ignored her.”

“I was bored, and I like seeing you jealous,” Ghost replied. “It was quite upsetting hearing that you would easily give me up and not fight over me.”

With a smirk you arched your eyebrow in response. “I don’t fight over men,” you re-stated. “Men fight over me, and the fights go and end pretty nasty.”

“Well, I’ll have to keep that in mind in the future,” Ghost said. “With a face like yours I know there’ll be dozens of men I’ll have to neb.”

Impressed you gently whistled. “Now, the idea of you fighting over and for me, makes me really horny…the concept of me bouncing on your cock in front of everyone now seems very exciting.”

“No,” Ghost shook his head, lifting his tall figure onto his feet. “That we do in the car.”

“Car sex,” you smiled. “I like the sound of that,” you agreed slipping your hand into his, his strong hold dragging you through and out of the pub. The erotic lust building higher between your legs within each step closer towards the vehicle the both of you had made, and once you had appeared near the skin of his car, he had pressed you against the vehicle.

He had quickly pulled down his mask, kissing your neck and groping your curves, hungrily, you had gasped, the swift touch of his fingers brushing past your clit the moment his hand found way down your pants. “Simon,” you moaned, “We have to do it in the car,” you whimpered, gently shaking at the mere touch of his digits.

“I can’t help it,” he moaned. “The idea of you cumming around my cock, drives me insane,” he whispered. “My cum filling you up and me licking it out of your sweet pussy, my mind is going nuts.”

After the struggle of opening the car, Ghost had eventually pushed you into the back seat, his lust eager and beastly as he trailed after you---closing the door beside him, once he had been able to pull you close to his physique, Ghost had melded his lips around yours, his mouth fierce and rough, swelling the sweet mouth that had been tucked into his.

You had sharply moaned, aided on pulling down your clothing---with the help of the large hands of Ghost; and the second your panties had been pulled off, his cold digits found way to circle around your nub while your hand had carelessly slipped down his trousers, your hand tightly wrapped around his large cock that had his pre-cum seep through the opening of his shaft.

“You are my weakness,” he whispered, the throbbing motion of his dick perfectly fucking through your hand. “So pretty, just for me,” he moaned, gently rocking his hips to the rhythm of your hand. “I need to fuck you, please, baby.”

Obedient, you had pulled yourself onto his lap, your core wet and used as a lubricant as you had rubbed it against the skin of his cock while the size of his hands travelled up your shirt, unclasping your bra and perfectly cupping your breasts, a deep sigh humming from the back of his throat the moment your wet warmness welcomed itself around his width.

You could feel by the way his lower body shivered to your dampness that he wouldn’t be able to last long the way he usually does, his grip had been protective, wrapping his palms around the back of your knees before he slowly began to thrust his hips upwards, “Ah,” he desperately moaned, “Sit there like a good girl, and take me,” he gritted while his length slipped and slugged inside of you, the wet erotic noises filling and heating the vehicle.

As you had squirmed in response to his roughness you had felt your walls close and pulse around him, over-stimulated by his hot and tough thrusts and his nurture around your nipples, you could feel the commodities in your body flounder and reticently twist. “Yes, I’m a good girl,” you hummed. “Your good girl.”

“Let me fill you up with my cum, huh?” He mumbled, “Have you forever as mine, have my child yeah?”

“Yeah!” You agreed fiercely. “I want it!” You whined while finding way to your hood, your fingers circling your pearl as the excitement resumed to peak and crest inside of your body.

“Say it,” Ghost compelled. “Say you want my child.”

Eyes rolled back into your head, the taste of Ghost’s cock licking and brushing your walls had sent you over to the edge. His acute touch coercing you into saying whatever he had wanted. “I want it,” you had desperately nodded. “I want your child, I want it to be mine,” you hysterically listed, your fierce sentences pushing Ghost into frenzied orgasm, cumming inside of you, his dick twitching and edging inside of your hearth---while his juices trickled and spread down your body, you had slowly bounced on his cock, over-stimulated and intoxicated by his size pressing inside of you.

Your hip rolls weak and heavy as you could feel your orgasm round up while the tip of his digits twirled and pinched your nipples, your drool sleeked against your lips which had then slipped down your chin as your spasm and peak wrapped and enclosed all over his cock.

As you had lifted yourself off his member and allowed your body to rest against his physique, you had deeply breathed in, gently tickled by the light touch his lip had made against your ear. “Round two at home?” He questioned and randomly energised, you had slipped yourself off his lap, an encouraging look plastered on your face.

“You bet.”

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