#thank you ms dings!

[lciesdepravity]

Sold Out Series

Sana Arc Chapter 1-1: Everything has a price

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction"

"Karma is a bitch"

"Everything has a price..."

Such statements proved true ever since the beginning of time, and continues to remain true to this day.

We learn it every single moment of our miserable lives - hell, it's even taught to us in school.

And yet here she was.

Sana should've listened to her Science teacher more.

Shame.

When she was first offered the job, she thought it was just another fashion line ambassador deal.

Heck, she was even excited for it. The other members started to get requested to be ambassadors of other luxury brands too, so she figured it was only a matter of time before she got picked as well.

Never in her life could she have expected this.

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It started after the press event.

"Ooof~ Yatta! Mmm~ Finally finished!" The young idol plopped unceremoniously in the backseat, melting into the plush cushions as she takes off her sleek black heels and massages her feet.

"Ugh, that took longer than it should. Can we go home now Oppa?"

"Mian, Sana-shi. The brand CEO is requesting your presence at their hotel's grand ballroom for the after-party, so your night's not over just yet. You know how uppity the higher-ups get about company relations and shit."

That prompted an annoyed scoff and a groan from the idol, but work is work. The manager at least had the decency to look at Sana with pity before driving off.

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Last sched for the day. Sana Fighting! After one final check of her appearance and fixing her hair a bit, Sana steeled herself and put on her most practiced idol smile. She confidently strutted down the hallway and was ushered in.

The after-party was everything you'd expect from a luxury brand and more. The clinking of champagne glasses, the miniaturized posh slop they call food, the fake smiles and empty compliments as everyone 'socialized' with each other. More like leech off each other.

Boring.

The idol rolled her eyes (mentally of course - she was anything but professional after all), and smiled as everyone greeted her. Here we go.

Sana's whole night consisted of greeting sheep - *ahem* PR people, accepting their business cards, a few empty promises here and there, take a picture. Rinse and repeat. Maybe a snack and a drink in between. Basically, she was on autopilot for majority of the event, until a depressed looking woman approached her and bowed.

"Ms. Minatozaki, our CEO requests your presence at the suite. He personally wants to thank and welcome you as our new ambassador."

Not really given a choice, the idol was ushered up to an elevator that led to the suite.

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*Ding*

The sleek metal doors of the elevator slid closed as Sana bade the secretary goodbye. She looked around in awe, marveling at the sheer opulence of the suite. Marbled floors, chandeliers, pristine furniture and antique vases. Expensive. Ugh, I better not break anything. Even with our money, I don't think I can cover for anything in here!

She continued down the hallway until she reached the living room, where she sees an old man in his bathrobe looking out the glass door of the balcony, wine in his hand.

"*Ehem* E-excuse me sir. Y-you wanted to see me?"

"Ah! Sana. Welcome. Please sit. Would you like a drink?"

The old man offered her a glass as she sat down. Sana offered a smile, but politely shook her head.

"I'm sorry sir. I still have schedules for tomorrow, so I can't really drink much tonight. Thank you though."

"I see... Welp, more for me then."

The CEO took a sip as he sat beside the young woman. He stared at her for a bit, his eyes focusing on her necklace.

"Y'know, that necklace of ours really does fit you... Exquisite. I'm happy we got you as an ambassador for our brand. I look forward to working with you more in the future."

"M-me too sir. Thank you for the opportunity." He extends his hand and she shakes it.

Mistake.

His index finger rubs against her palms creepily as he scoots closer to her. She had to fight the urge not to withdraw her hand in disgust, she had to be professional after all. Lucky for her, the CEO let go of her hand. Euck, Gross... What's with this old man?

She tries to scoot away discreetly, but the old man just kept coming near. The young idol keeps shuffling until she felt the end of the couch. Shit... She was trapped.

Sana shivered in disgust as the old man placed his hands on her knees, slowly inching up her thighs as he goes in for a kiss.

*Slap*

The faint stinging in her hand persisted as the slap resonated all around the room. Her heart was pounding - her breaths heavy. Hastily, the young idol got up and gathered her things, leaving the old man to his misery.

*Click*

To her horror, the door was locked.

The old man let out a dry laugh as he moved to refill his empty glass.

"You didn't think our deal with your company was that simple did you?"

With a sip and a condescending smile he looked at the frozen idol.

"That diamond necklace around your neck, that costs hundreds of millions of dollars my dear. We're one of the richest brands in all the world, what makes you think I couldn't just buy you just like that?"

Sana's eyes widened. She felt so sick, her stomach was turning. "T-they didn't-"

"'Fraid so my dear. Your company sold you out to me for a whole damn week."

His grin spread across his face as he watches the young idol blanch at his words in shock.

"T-that's... N-no! I'm not just some whore for you to play around with. I didn't consent to this! Let me out this instant or I'll sue!"

Frantically, she reached for her phone, opening the camera app and taking a video. Ha! This is my evidence. Take that you old geezer.

Her heart dropped as the CEO's smile got even wider.

"Fiesty. Heh~ Go ahead and film... you do that. Meanwhile, I'll be using every single one of my connections to destroy you and your little group. One word from me, and all your sponsorships, all your brand deals - even that of your members... Poof~" To accentuate his point, he held out this phone, hovering his finger over the call button.

She froze. 

I-if it's only me, then I can take it. But the members... We worked so hard to get this far... Damnit! Why is this happening to me?

Minutes pass, and all Sana wants to do is cry. Her fists were clenched tight, lips bitten in frustration as her mind raced, thinking of what she should do.

She was interrupted when the old man spoke once again.

"If you're done thinking it over, get your dumb ass over here so I can use you. I'm not getting any younger here. Or should I just call my secretary and cancel everything now?"

She looked at him scathingly with fiery eyes as she walked over to him, her clenched fists shaking in anger. The old man didn't bat an eye. Instead he leaned back,  staring at her with those condescending eyes.

"Well? Take that fucking dress off." Sana bit her lips as she hesitated, but the old man just looked at her impatiently. Slowly she stripped, unzipping the back of her dress and letting it fall to the ground. She gave it a light kick as her hands moved to cover her intimate parts, but the sight of her creamy skin was more than enough.

Excited, the CEO got up and cupped her cheeks, tilting it to face him as he looked at her eyes. Rebellious... Defiant... Just the way I like it.

"I'm gonna enjoy breaking you, kpop bitch."

He pushed her on the couch and started his assault. Her eyes shut tight as his tongue snaked along her milky porcelain neck - up, down, over the collarbone and even up to her ears.

*Sniff* "Mmm~ you smell so good Sana. Hmmm~ your scent is driving me crazy." The old man gave her a long wanton sniff that sent chills up her spine.

Fuck... This is so disgusting.... Endure Sana. For the girls... For the fans... For yourself. You have to endure.

Seeing the idol's eyes shut tight, the old man got more brazen. He took both of Sana's wrists and pinned them above her head, exposing Sana's clean shaven armpits. He gave her pits a series of needy sniffs, his breath tickling her a bit.

*Sniff* *sniff* "Ahhhh... You smell so... mmm~ divine." Her sweaty scent was enough to drive the old man into a frenzy. Like a mad dog, he licked the sweat off her pits wantonly, relishing in feeling her shudder against his tongue.

Meanwhile, his free hand groped her ample breasts, kneading them like dough. When he sensed the clip in front, he hurriedly removed her bra and threw it away, revealing her jiggly soft supple mounds...

He gulped. "They're mesmerizing..." Without preamble, the old man dove in and while looking at Sana's face, feasted on her breasts like a newborn baby. He squished them together and teasingly gave her pink dusky nipples a lick, enjoying the way the buds roll off his tongue.

He watched as Sana's expression change with every lick... with every suckle... with every squeeze. He watched as her brows scrunch together, her lips bitten red as she resisted his ministrations. He didn't stop until each bud was fully erect and shiny, thoroughly coated with his spit.

"*Slurp* *pop* Mmm~ yummy... Now, sit up and let me sit behind you."

Not really giving her a chance to resist, he pulled her up and smoothly slid behind her, cradling her between his legs. Much to his dismay, the young woman's eyes were still closed, her face not betraying any emotion. Annoying.

Eager to break her stoic facade, the old man reached between her legs, slipping his hand inside her lacy black panties. Dry... Mmm~ not for long.

With a practiced ease, his hand nimbly removed the young star's panties, unhooking it from one of her legs where one of her heels came off.

"Shaved huh? Shame, I like it hairy."

*Smack!*

Out of nowhere, his hand came down, delivering a light slap to Sana's clit. The Japanese idol bit her lip, a small gasp escaping her as she fought hard to stifle her moans. She didn't want to give in to him, not now, not ever.

*Smack!*

Another slap. Dead center against her core. The old CEO's dominant side took control as he taunted, "Mmm, you like this, don't you, slut? You like this old man slapping your wet pulsing cunt?"

*Smack!*

His hand came down again, this time with more force, causing the young woman's pussy to squelch audibly. His old wrinkly fingers traced the sensitive skin, exploring every inch with a mix of roughness and precision.

All the while, the old fuck buried his nose deep in the poor idol's neck and sniffed her once again, licking and sucking on her pulse point as he humps her plump ass.

*Sniff* "Mmm~ fuck, I can't get enough of your scent. Uhh~ you're worth every fucking penny I paid." His lips brushed against Sana's ear as he whispered naughty things.

*Smack!*

"Ahn~ mmmppph-" A small moan escaped her lips, which she promptly covered with one of her hands. Her face was a flushed mess, and she was panting like a bitch in heat.

W-What is happening? Mmm~ How is he so good at this... No! Sana, fight it! You're not getting horny because of this old pervert. Fight it!

"Yes, hold those moans for me my dear," He whispered into the idol's ear, his warm breath sending tingles down her body. "I like the challenge. I will break that infamous composure of yours, Sana." With a gentle bite to the girl's earlobe, his words pushed her further to the edge.

Each whisper was accompanied by another firm slap to the Japanese pussy, causing her moans to grow louder. Her hips were bucking slightly, and her body was writhing beneath the old man's magic touch. With each passing moment, her pussy gets wetter and sloppier.

Seeing his effect on the poor girl, he smirked. Not long now... just a bit more and she's mine...

With his free hand, he reached up and cupped Sana's perky breasts, her fingers teasingly circling the hardened peaks of her taut, erect nipples.

"Mmm, look at these gorgeous nipples, baby... So pink and so tender for me." He whispered huskily. He pinches each nipple and pulls.

"Fuck, S-stop it," She whimpered, her hips now bucking wildly, thrusting against his hand. Her body trembled with anticipation, craving release.

"That's it. Give in to the pleasure my dear. Let go for me."

As the old man continued to slap her cunt, the wet, lewd sounds filled the air, mixing with Sana's increasingly uninhibited cries.

She couldn't help but respond, her voice trembling with need. "Oh, fuck, D-don't stop... Harder please..."

The old man smirked, his slapping growing more intense, each stroke driving Sana closer to the edge. "You want it harder, huh? You're such a dirty fucking slut. Beg for it. Beg for my hand to pound your wet cunt."

F-fuck! I can't hold it anymore... Uhhh!

Sana's breath hitched as she finally gave in, her voice pleading, begging him. "Please, sir! Pound me! Pound my slutty cunt! I need it so fucking bad!"

*Smack!*

With a victorious grin, the old man slapped her pussy once more. "Who do you belong to? Huh? Tell me who's bitch you are!"

*Smack!*

With her back arching, she screamed, "Yours! I-I'm daddy's little kpop bitch begging to cum. Please make me cum daddy! Daddy! Uhhhh~"

*Smack!* *Smack!* *Smack!*

The old man's hand moved with reckless abandon, the wet slapping sounds echoing across the entire room. Sana's moans filled the air as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure building within her. She couldn't hold back any longer, her voice reaching a crescendo of pleasure. "Yes, fuck! Gonna cum! Cumming for you, Daddy! Oh, fuck!"

Upon, hearing her say that, the old man unceremoniously plunged his middle and ring fingers deep into her sweltering cunt. "Yes fucking cum, you slut. Point those toes of yours while cumming. Cum for me, drench my hand while I finger fuck your uptight cunt into submission."

His fingers skillfully hit her g-spot repeatedly, his palms still slapping her clit with each pass.

S-shit! This old man's too good! He's gonna make me cum. This old man's gonna make me cum! Fuck cummingcummingcummingAaaaahhh~!

With a primal scream, Sana's back arched, her legs spreading even wider, her legs quivered uncontrollably, her toes curling and pointing as the immense pleasure surged through every inch of her body.

With a loud squelching sound, her pussy released a torrent of pleasure, drenching the floor below. Sana's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing with sheer ecstasy as he fingered her into oblivion.

Spurt after spurt. Stream after stream she squirted. It took awhile for her orgasm to finally die down. Even then, she was still twitching as the old pervert continued to tease and flick her cunt occasionally.

Not giving her the time to rest, the horny old man took Sana and inverted her on the couch - her legs resting on the backrest whilst her head dangles off the edge.

He hurriedly tossed his robe aside, freeing his throbbing cock and presenting it to a still recovering Sana.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

His voice was stern, commanding. He took his cock and slapped it against Sana's face and tongue several times, smearing her face with precum and spit.

That is, until he decided the foreplay was enough. In one fell swoop, he fed her throat his cock, not stopping until he bottomed out.

"Glurk! Mmmmpphh~!"

Sana gagged, but the old man just kept pushing. She slapped his thighs, asking for mercy but there's none to be found. Her eyes bulged, tears spilling from the sides as she took his cock fully.

"That's right bitch. Fucking take it! Ahhrgh!"

Not giving her time to adjust, he intensified his thrusts, grabbing her feet and using them as handles. He planted his feet on each side of her head, essentially squatting on her face for every thrust. The sounds of his balls hitting her nose echoed across the room.

The old fuck growled, his voice deep and guttural as he praised Sana's cock-sucking abilities.

"That's it *pound* fuck! fucking take it! *pound* put that kpop mouth of yours to good use! *pound*" he said, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he spoke.

Holy fuck, he's fucking my face so hard. She thought, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. She loved the feeling of him taking control, of him using her for his pleasure. It made her feel so dirty and so desired all at once.

With each powerful thrust, a line of thick drool stretched from his cock to her mouth, his huge balls slapping her nose repeatedly. Sana's saliva mixed with the precum dripping from him, creating a slippery mess as he relentlessly skull fucked her.

"Mhmm, gawk, glurgh,"

Sana's moans grew louder and more desperate, her arousal and submission evident in every sound that escaped her lips. The forceful thrusts of his cock made her drool uncontrollably, strands of spit dripping down her chin, soaking her face, and coating her hair.

"Mmmm, glurk, gulck.. Daddy, pleashh... guck-ahh... harder... *slurp*"

The old fucker's eyes burned with raw desire as he took in the sight of Sana's saliva-slicked face, her eyes glazed with lust. He wanted to push her limits, to see just how far she would go to please him. With a growl, he reached behind and tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head back even further, causing her mouth to stretch wider.

"You want it rough, bitch? You want me to fuck your face until you're a drooling mess?"

Sana's body trembled with anticipation, her voice filled with need. "Yes, Daddy," she gasped, her voice laced with desire. "I want it rough. Make me your obedient cum dump."

Who was he to deny her request? Not when she was looking at him with those hazy lust filled eyes. Nay, impossible to deny.

His thrusts became even more forceful, his cock slamming into her mouth, jackhammering her head into the couch so hard her head bounced off the couch with each thrust.

Her eyes watered from the overwhelming sensations, her mascara running in dark rivulets down her cheeks, her lipstick long gone. Her once pristine face and hair smeared with her frothy saliva - and yet she asked for more.

"*Gulck* *gluck* Ohh... *glock* Y-yes, Daddy... *gawk* Fuck me... *gawk* harder!

In no time at all, the old geezer neared his climax, his thrusts grew quicker and more desperate. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the need to release his pent-up desire growing stronger with each passing second. With one final deep thrust, he erupted, his cum shooting down Sana's throat.

"Ahh... fuck... cumming! fill that slutty mouth... Take it all bitch!"

Sana's muffled cries of pleasure mixed with the sound of his cum splattering against her throat. Her tongue worked tirelessly, collecting every drop she could as she eagerly swallowed his load.

Oh fuck, he's cumming! God it's too much she thought, feeling the hot jets of his seed shooting down her throat. The taste was intense, a mixture of saltiness and musk that coated her senses. "Gleugh," she gagged, feeling the sheer volume of his cum filling her mouth.

For a whole minute, his hot seed flowed continuously, filling her mouth and dripping up her inverted face. The thick ropes of cum covered her eyes, blocking her vision, while the rest streamed down her face, leaving trails of sticky warmth in its wake. Her hair became a canvas for the pearly liquid, as it clung to the strands, marking her with its unmistakable essence. 

Coughing and gagging as the sheer volume overwhelmed her, Sana fought to swallow as much as she could. The old fuck came with such force that his cum still overflowed from her mouth, droplets cascading down her chin and onto her chest. She was a mess, a cum-drenched masterpiece, and yet, a smile played on her lips, a testament to her insatiable desire for pleasure.

As he finally finished, he pulled out of her mouth, and Sana gasped for air, her body still trembling with pleasure. She licked her lips, savoring the remnants of his cum, relishing in the mixture of their combined flavors. Her tongue swirled around, collecting every last trace of his cum.

But the old man wasn't done yet. With a firm grip on her hair, the old man guided her mouth towards his throbbing cock. He tilted her head back, exposing her open, willing mouth. A wicked glint danced in his eyes as he unleashed a torrent of warm piss, aiming it directly into her waiting mouth. The Japanese idol's lips parted, allowing the golden stream to enter, and she swallowed obediently, taking in his salty offering. The taste mingled with the remnants of his cum, creating a perverse cocktail that both excited and humiliated her.

Sana's eyes widened in shock and arousal as she gulped down his piss, feeling the degrading warmth slide down her throat. She obediently swallowed every drop, her body trembling with a mixture of humiliation and twisted pleasure. As the last drops of his piss trickled into her mouth, Sana swallowed it all, her body consumed by a mix of pleasure and humiliation.

She looked up at him, her face still glistening with his cum and her mouth tainted with his piss. A wicked smile played on her lips as she whispered, "Thank you, Daddy. I'm your filthy little cum dump."

The old fuck's eyes burn with a primal hunger as he watches Sana, still catching her breath from the mind-numbing skull fucking, her lips glistening with his essence. With a commanding presence, he grabs her by the waist and flips her over, positioning her on the couch in a prone position. 

"Not done yet bitch. I took a pill so we'll be here all night long. Now, ass up." *Spank!*

Next Chapter: 1-2 Sana Arc; Free Use (TBC)

#sana smut #twice smut

[strawberryforks]

blue walls, blue eyes, and the blue blanket // cole walter x reader

summary: you don’t have a good home life and end up unofficially moving in with the walter boys.

warnings: physical & verbal abuse, underage drinking, counsellors depicted in a negative light, swearing, canon divergence–jackie’s family never passes away, so while katherine and her mother are still good friends, they’ve not met/moved in with the walters.

word count: 5957

there’s a ding, and the principal is speaking over the pa. everyone stops what they’re doing so nothing is missed. after all, this doesn’t happen often.

the teacher freezes, dry erase marker still pressed firmly against the board, the end squishing and ink bleeding atop the letter he was writing and danny, who’s sitting beside you, gives you a look. you know its meaning, recognize the weight behind it, and know this routine. you stand up quickly. the backs of your knees slam into the hard plastic you had been sitting on and the chair goes skittering back, bumping into the pair of desks behind you.

you’re too tired to send that apologetic smile to anyone else. fortunately danny isn’t. making sure you aren’t alone, aren’t the only one being disruptive and making noise in an otherwise silent classroom, he braces a hand on the back of his chair, twisting around, to face your wide-eyed classmates. “sorry about that,” he whispers.

your movements are all harsh. they’re fast and full of annoyance, as you swipe your textbook, pencil kit, and water bottle off your desk and into your awaiting tote bag.

standing up, you make your way to the door. the teacher stares daggers at you the entire way. They go to grab your arm and you flinch away. “don’t touch me,” you grit, hands gripping around the doorknob so tightly it hurts. air is hitting your face, propelled towards you by the door you shoved open, when you hear your dismissal “please send y/n l/n to guidance,” spoken over the announcements. your teacher follows you out into the hallway, shouting instructions that you reluctantly follow, after you.

you count the tiles on your way. nearly running into the blue door, you end at fifty six.

ms jacobs, tara, as she’ll insist you call her, is a nice enough lady. she has curly brown hair, brown eyes, and perfectly painted on lipstick. she looks disarming, as a counsellor with the numbers of everyone that could ruin your life on speed dial, you suppose she has to. still, this isn’t new. she leads you further into the room and gestures to a chair “take a seat.”

when you don't, her smile becomes more strained. “please, y/n. this doesn’t need to be difficult, we just need to have a chat.”

you sigh, shoulders sagging as you plop down into the hundredth blue thing in this office. doors, trim, there’s a ridiculous amount of the colour and you don’t like it. blue, represents sadness. it’s something you’ve had enough of. sure, there’s other colours. posters upon posters–some neon, and green leaves stuck onto a large potted plant. there’s other colours just like there’s other feelings, but the one you’re stuck on, the one you can’t get over is sadness; it's blue.

“i hate the colour blue, Ms. Jacobs.” You tell her.

“why?” she asks, interested in you opening up further. you don’t.

“are you going to give me the run-down? tell me what i can and can’t say?”

her brows furrow. “do i need to? i called you here to talk about your grades but if there’s something else going on–”

“there isn’t ms jacobs. i do appreciate the concern, though. about my grades. they’re passing, i don’t see the problem.” you didn’t have a single grade above fifty five. it was hard to, when all of your teachers assigned heaps and heaps of homework and you would rather take a deep-dive into hellfire, brimstone, and lakes of lava, then return to the place you were expected to complete it at.

“call me tara.” you don’t.

“ms jacobs, if it would make you happy, i’ll try harder.”

“it would, y/n. thank you.”

you gather your things and stand. a glance at your phone lets you know your second class is over, so you plan to head to the cafeteria. “and y/n, just know that whatever you say to me is confidential.” Unless you are or are planning to hurt yourself, someone else, or if someone is hurting you.

“bye ms jacobs.”

walking into the cafeteria was masochistic in a way, when they were serving your favourite food, and you had no lunch or money to buy any with. still, in your hurried text chain with danny, this is where you had decided to meet. If you had to sit with the theatre kids to score some time with your friend, you would, although it would be better if you could grab him and go somewhere that didn’t make your mouth water and stomach ache.

walking over to his table, you noticed alex was there too. Just chatting with his brother. You and alex weren’t the best friends, but he was nice enough, and like issac, lee, nathan, and cole, you had his number written down in your notepad under the ‘just in case’ column. you didn’t mind alex, he was polite and much like his brother, danny, never made you feel less than. alex was always armed with a smile.

“danny!” you called, announcing your presence so you wouldn’t scare anyone. you smiled at Alex who as expected, mirrored your expression. “nice to see you. mind if I cut in and steal your brother?”

alex nods, “be my guest. i’ll see you at the end of the day danny!”

he leaves and then you’re pulling danny up and along with you. he barely has time to grab his lunchbox before the two of you are leaving the cafeteria and heading outside. you slump down against the brick wall and danny takes a seat across from you. cross-legged, he pulls out two sandwiches and hands one to you. you eyes widen.

“i’m pretty observant,” he supplies, shrugging.

“thank you, d” you eat the sandwich, and it’s a good one. “do you have plans after school?” ‘please don’t be busy, please don’t be busy, please don’t be busy’ you repeat in your head over and over again. it’s a mantra, you’re manifesting. hoping, hoping, hoping.

“y/n/n, i’m sorry, i actually do. erin tried out for the school’s production and she wants help going over her lines–i would invite you to tag along but…”

“no, no!” yoy laugh. manifesting doesn’t work, mantras are pointless, and shit, what are you supposed to do about tonight? “no, danny. don’t worry about it. i know you like erin and this is the perfect opportunity! if she’s asking for help with lines–i mean you’re awesome–but let’s be real, you can go over lines with anyone. so, if she’s asking you specifically for help, that's such a good–a really good sign!”

you two talk for a while longer but it’s easy to see your mind is elsewhere.

the bell rings, you head to your last classes, and then home.

you’ve got to go home.

well, to your house. that place, those four walls, they stopped being your home a long time ago. when your dad got drunk and your mom got mean.

cole walter pulls up beside you on your way home. his truck slows down, nearly to a stop, and you keep walking. your headphones are on and you’re pretending you can’t hear him. you can, but, you hope he’ll tire of shouting, slam his food on the gas pedal, and leave you in a cloud of dust. “y/n, hey! l/n, you need a ride or what?”

the truck stops, pulls off the side of the road and then you’re hearing a door slam and cringing, face crinkling as you realise you should’ve just said no. shouted it, even.

cole walter jogs up to you. he knows your house is quite far away. too far away to be walking. he calls to you again but you’re still walking forward. he places his hand on your shoulder. you know he’s there. you know he’s beside him and still you fucking flinch. the second time today and you're feeling pathetic. you shouldn’t be–really shouldn’t be. it’s not your fault that people can’t seem to respect the concept of personal space, not your fault that your trust has been violated, shredded and spat out, so many times that touch makes you jump. makes you want to jump, or crawl, your way out of your own skin. you flip your headphones down, letting them fall around your neck, but turning your music up a few clicks so you can still hear it. music is your vice, but no one’s complaining because it’s better than alcohol or drugs or, i don't know, being an asshole–you do that too. unintentionally sometimes. like now.

“what?” you snap. on the defensive.

cole isn’t surprised by your flinching. You were dead to the world, listening to music so loud he could hear it from where he stood paces away from you. if he were you–if it was your hand that had sat down onto his shoulder and surprised him he probably would have shouted. he caught you off guard, he was sorry. both of his hands stuck up in the air. “that’s my bad. sorry for scaring you.”

“sorry for–” you guess he did scare you. in a way. “it’s fine. what are you doing here?” you take your time looking at cole. his sharp jaw, full lips, his blue eyes. usually you hate that colour, but on him? it’s not so bad.

“offering you a ride. youe place is pretty far from here, yeah?”

“it is but i like walking.”

“walking is fine and all, but it’s getting colder and it gets dark around five now. by the time you make it home it’ll be past that. my truck has heat, comfy seats, and i’ll even let you have aux.”

you’re not a stranger to the effect cole walter has on everyone. not at all. when he smiles at you, you feel your cheeks warm. you’re an idiot for not taking him up on that offer. your feet already ache and your legs burn.

some things hurt more, though.

actions, all of them, have consequences.

“i’m fine, cole. but thank you. you’re sweet.”

he shakes his head. you aren’t walking anymore, instead, stopped on the side of the road just waiting. this conversation, it’s going places. places you don’t like. “i can’t let you walk home alone. not in good conscience.”

he’s jogging back to his truck and pulling up beside you. he’s leaning over the centre console and pushing the door open. leaning over further, and helping you up, not starting to drive again until your seatbelt is buckled. if only that was the least of your worries. if. only.

“so what do you want to play?”

you plug in your phone and queue up your playlist. a sad song blasts and you hit skip very quickly, not missing the questioning look cole sends you. you laugh, “don’t tell me you’ve never listened to sad music while you’re reading.”

“i don’t read much, and most of the music i listen to is because of the lyrics. those ones were… dark.”

choosing to disregard most of his statement, you echoed his words back to him. “you don’t read much?”

“alex reads a lot. you two would get along.”

“shared interests aren’t everything. we don’t have much in common but i enjoy your company and danny and i click and we both hate each other's favourite tv show with a passion.”

“what show is that?” you tell him and he grins. “that’s my favourite too–seriously. we should get together and watch it sometime.”

“i’d love that!” so, shared interests aren’t everything, but they’re certainly something. you smile for a couple more kilometres and then it gets harder. when you see the sign with your civic on it, you know that the ride, no matter how awesome it was, and how much fun you had, wasn’t worth it.

you hop out of the truck–cole offered to walk you to the door but you denied, knowing you were already in for it. “thank you, though.”

He nodded. “i can give you a ride tomorrow, too. anytime you need one, really. just ask–or get danny to. I really don’t mind.” you smile. thank him again and climb out of the truck. you walk confidently until he pulls out of the long driveway and onto the road. then you sigh, and it’s because of cole’s conscience that you get home before it’s dark enough for you to slip in unnoticed.

you pause on the porch. you don’t want to go in, but you don’t have a choice. not really. what are your other options? run off into the woods and let yourself be some colorado woodland creature’s lunch? knowing what’s coming, it doesn’t sound too bad. you open the door and nearly sob when the wind slams it shut behind you.

your heart beats hard in your chest like your father’s boots do on the floor. “where the hell have you been! days, gone for days. you couldn’t call, couldn’t fucking text,” with each word, most of them slurred, he storms closer. it’s not even suppertime and his eyes are glassed over with that familiar film, his breath a pungent reminder, as obvious as the one in his hand, of what he’s been drinking all day. your mother is behind him in the hallway, puffing on a cigarette, uninterested. “there’s no respect! ya here the brat? thinking they run the place. comin’ and goin without a care.”

“i don’t–i know i don’t run the place.”

“damn right you don’t!” the half empty–you’ve never been a glass-half-full type of person, not growing up in this–bottle of beer come flying at the wall. it hits just above your head, the liquid and brown pieces of glass falling all over you.

“look what you made me do now! gone and spilled m’drink.”

you had taken your converse off at the door. always being yelled at for trekking in mud and dirtying the floor, the hurried steps you take backwards, hurt. your dad is wearing work boots, steel toe, but the only thing between you and the broken glass is a thin pair of socks. your skin splits. the light blue fabric on your feet turns dark red.

you whimper and each step hurts more than the last. then you bump into the wall. “dad, please.”

“calling me tha’ like you think it’ll make me forgive you. fuck,” he throws a glance over his shoulder. “how’d we make something so… so pathetic?”

your mom shrugs, like she hasn’t a clue, either.

“dad, please. i’m sorry, okay? i’ll call next time.”

“there won’t be a fucking next time! get your shit and get out. all we do for you, all we do and you’re still impossible. keep you fed, clothed, give you a place to sleep and just get attitude, attitude, and disrespect. i’m done being disrespected. done!”

“you can’t just kick me out! i have nowhere to go.” you yell. you yelled. you yelled. oh god. oh hell. oh shit. you see his leg rear back and you go to jump out of the way. you’ve already been kicked out–you just need to get out, and quickly. you jump over his leg but then his fist is wrapped in your hair and you’re falling. then the boot you dodged is slamming into you side. again, again, again. tears are streaming down your face. you’re sobbing.

then he’s picking you up by your shirt. lifting you, dragging you. he opens the door, grabs your bag, your shoes, and throws them outside. then, then he throws you. you land on the porch, body aching and pressing into the hardwood.

the door slams and you’re still sobbing. you’re pretty sure that your new mantra is ‘fuck’. it’s what you repeat over and over again as you drag yourself up and away from the front door. You need to get away, you need to get away. You really need to. creating distance between you and that door, you and those people, is priority.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.”

running isn’t really in the cards for you. you limp away and don’t miss your mother peering out the kitchen window. you guess that from her perspective you do look pathetic. but no more pathetic than your dad, the grown man who had to hurt you to feel powerful and get his point across. your pace is terrible but the darker it gets, the further you get. you’re in the woods now, with no idea where exactly you are and not much supplies. maybe you will end up as woodland creature dinner. there’s not much you can do to help it now. you think about calling someone and then you realise your phone isn’t in your bag. you start to shake. choked laughter bubbles it’s way out of your throat. you’re laughing and then the hysterics shift and you’re sobbing. arms wrapped tightly around yourself you cry for what must be hours.

later, slumped against a tree trunk you decide to tackle your feet. one problem at a time, one shard at a time. you pluck pieces out of your skin and the blood makes you feel nauseous. when the job is done, you slide your socks back on, and walk towards the sound that comforts you most. Rushing water. you find a river, and kneel at its edge. you wash your socks, yourself, and dry on a stone in the sun. you scrub the dirt and grime from your feet. when your socks are mostly dry and the cuts have stopped gushing blood, you put on your shoes and lace them up. then you follow the river. you’ll reach town soon enough. your face isn’t marred, just the rest of you, all hidden beneath layers of clothes–a long sleeve, a flannel, blue jeans.

ideally, you’ll find danny.

you don’t live in an ideal world. the boy you find is not danny but he wants something you can give and has something you need–a place to sleep. you do so without clothes, lying next to him. What you did was in the dark, would stay that way, because before he woke, before you were made to converse with the nameless boy, you dressed and snuck out. the walk of shame was just that, shameful. you felt horrendous. your body still hurt and you found yourself walking into a cafe you knew haley, will’s wife worked at.

asking for handouts made your stomach sour but you couldn’t do much else.

haley was scrubbing down a table when you approached her. “hey, haley.”

“y/n, hey, how’s it going?” then she turned to you and realised, not good. that it was not going good. you shot her a flattened smile. “i really hate to ask. like, i really really do, but i haven’t eaten in a bit and was wondering–”

“yeah, yes. of course. just have a seat, i’ll grab you… do you have any dietary restrictions?” you answer her, and when she comes back, handing you a wrapped meal you thank her profusely. “is there anything you need done around here? i appreciate this so much, but i don’t want to take advantage. i can clean–i’m not a great cook but I can make coffee.”

“you don’t need to do anything. you aren’t taking advantage. not at all. is there anything else i can do for you? anyone i can call? your parents?”

fear fills your eyes and perceptive as ever, she catches it. “not them, please.” is what you whisper. haley nods, disappears behind the counter and makes a phone call. then, she dotes on you for the next ten minutes until wil pulls up outside. he comes in, walks over to your table and sits down across from you.

you’re pretty sure you’ve been caught. the ruse, it’s very much up.

“what’s going on, y/n?”

you shrug and sip at the hot chocolate haley made for you. “well, come on. you don’t have to say anything right now but let’s get you home.” you stand, ready to go anywhere but, and will stops you. “my parent’s home, danny’s. katherine knows you’re coming. come on, kid.”

you follow him to the car. most of the drive is silent, but you thank him when the walter’s house homes into view and katherine is waiting outside on the porch with a smile. up the few stairs, and you head straight for her. you’re grateful for her gentle nature, because as you throw your arms around her and squeeze, she simply rests hers on your back, rubbing soothing circles. “they–they kicked me out.”

she takes a minute to respond, only because she finds this hard to process. you were a good kid, a great one, and she, having so many of her own, couldn’t think of a single thing that would make her abandon or discard one of her own children. “you’ll stay with us then.” it isn’t a question and you’re glad because how would you have answered? your mouth is dry but your eyes aren’t.

you sit in danny’s room. he isn’t home from school yet but he will be soon. katherine and george are upstairs making room for you. you feel like a burden, they assure you that you are not.

you’re waiting for danny, only he isn't who makes it home first. it’s cole. he walks in, tosses his bag down onto the bed, none the wiser that there’s another person in the room. his back faces you and he’s rifling through a drawer when he hears you hiccup. he turns around quickly. Sees you, crying in his brother's bed and immediately his brows are furrowed. “y/n?” he walks closer. the bed is near to the ground so he drops onto his knees. he’s close to you know but he’s made himself less intimidating. “y/n/n? hey.”

“hi Cole.”

“are you okay?”

“i’ve been better.”

cole doesn’t ask, he doesn’t push. instead he opens his laptop, logs into his netflix and puts on the favourite show you both discussed watching together. when the two of you are settled. him on the floor, face resting on the mattress, where you’re curled up in a blanket that belongs to his brother, he breaks the silence. “do you want me to get danny?”

“where is he?”

“he’s with erin at the school. i think they’re going over details for the production. but i can go get him if you need him. do you need him?”

you shake your head. as danny’s best friend you were the biggest ‘derin’ shipper there was. plus, cole was here. he made things okay. “no, no thanks. i don’t really want you to go anywhere if that’s okay?”

“that’s more than okay, but i will say, my bed is comfier.”

you smile for the first time in a bit, looking at the uncomfortable position he has himself in. “yeah? well, we should definitely watch this, over there then.”

“my thoughts exactly.” cole grabs the laptop, grabs you, still wrapped in the blanket he tells himself he’ll replace from the linen closet, and carries both over to his bed. you squeal a bit and bite back a real whimper when his hand touches what you know has to be a massive bruise, sitting you down.

you fall asleep, leaning against him. he pauses the show, closes his laptop, and promises to resume it when you’re awake to watch it with him. then he sends a threatening text to his brother, danny.

COLE: Y/n/n has had a rough day and is sleeping in our room

COLE: Wake her up and you’ll get hit

DANNY: is she okay??? ALSO since when do you call her y/n/n???

COLE: I’ll see you later

COLE: Tell Erin hi for me

DANNY: fuck off

george and katherine didn’t receive that same threatening text but when they peeked into the room to check on you and found you cuddled up against cole, snoring lightly, and looking peaceful they left you be. your room was ready and in the morning you moved into it. your clothes were dirty and katherine washed them for you but in the meantime… well it was her dresses or… or what you went with.

you knocked your fist against the door and cole opened it, shirtless.

“hey cole,” look at his face. just his face. only his face.

“hey y/n. What can i help you with?”

your hand flew to the back of your neck which you rubbed awkwardly. “can i, uh… would you mind if I borrowed a pair of jeans and a belt?” cole chuckled, then realised you were completely serious. then he gave you the jeans. then the belt. “need a shirt too?”

you laughed, cheeks stained pink. “i wouldn’t mind…”

he handed you the plain black one in his hand. “riding with me to school?”

“if i’ve got shotgun.”

“‘course.” he said, grinning.

you headed upstairs and got changed. the pants were big but with the belt, and them cuffed they fit alright. then, came the shirt. it fell mid thigh but once you tucked it in a bit it didn’t look too terrible. you brushed your hair, your teeth, and headed downstairs. george looked at you with wide eyes and you shrugged, “i don’t really like dresses?”

katherine sighed. “we’ll get you some clothes after school.”

“from the thrift store!” you amended.

she rolled her eyes but agreed anyway. then, you were sitting beside cole on the way to school, during the one class you shared, and at lunchtime. you weren’t ditching danny, just his time was split between you and erin now. they started dating. they were sweet, good for and to, each other.

you’d only been living with the walters for two days, but everything was great. until cole invited you to the lake house. two coolers had you feeling buzzed and when it was your first turn, playing ‘truth or dare’, you picked truth and ended up faced with a question you didn’t want to answer. so you turned, and pressed your lips to cole’s. his lips parted in surprise, but then he kissed you back, tongue slipping into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. his hands flew to cup your face, your eyes were shut, and you were feeling things. until someone whistled and another yelled: “get a room!”

next round, you were three coolers in and ballsy enough to pick dare. “i dare you to jump into the lake!”

you rolled your eyes. like that was difficult. sure, it was a bit chilly, but you’d been in the river days ago. rushing water compared to water the sun had beat down on all day was nothing. you grinned, and ran to the edge of the dock, canon-balling and sending water flying everywhere. when you surfaced you saw the asshole who wore cole’s jersey shaking water out of his hair like a dog. you grinned, and started to swim back over when you saw something that caused you to sober up quickly. the foundation and powder you had painted on top of the hand shaped bruise on your arm had worn off. gone. It was gone and fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.

when you didn’t get out of the water immediately cole was curious. when your face reflected horror, he was concerned.

“you good?” you weren’t. he walked over to the edge and dipped his hand in. the water was freezing. “come on out, you’ll get sick.”

you shook your head, plastering a clearly fake smile on your face. “my immune system is really strong and i want to swim! i’ll be fine cole, gonna go that way.” you make a gesture with your head and begin to paddle in that general direction. away from the lakehouse, away from the people, away from the party. away from cole—or, you tried to get away from cole. he walked on the bank, steps matching your strokes as he followed you. “get out of the water, y/n.” you were still swimming, and now cole was having to duck under and climb over branches and bushes to continue following. now, you couldn’t even hear the people at the lake house.

“no thank you.”

“don’t be stubborn. this was—it was funny thirty minutes ago! It’s lost the charm. just get out, we’ll go back and…”

“i don’t want to go back.”

“then we’ll go home. would that make you happy? we can leave, we don't have to go back to school, i can take you home.”

“i want to stay in the water, cole.”

“y/n, just get out of the fucking lake. it’s not that hard! i don’t understand why you won’t—“

you’re in waist deep water and all of you is submerged until it isn’t. you stand up quickly. teats sting your eyes and emotion clogs your throat. “you don’t understand, huh?” your voice breaks, shatters, and cracks. “does this help? do you see why when i say i want to keep swimming, i mean it? do you see why i want to stay in the water cole?”

he sees something. he sees bruises on your arms. deep purple handprints put there by too big hands and with too much force—force that never should have been used on you. he’s blinking, his eyes are seeing but his mind isn’t thinking, not fast enough.

“do you see?!” you’re shouting now, sobbing too. “because the makeup washed off and now you can see it. bow everyone can. everyone will see and then they’ll report it and i’ll end up in the system in an equally shitty situation! cole,” another wave of sobs interrupts, “cole don’t make me get out of the water.” he doesn’t, he climbs in with you. water soaks his boots, the bottoms of his jeans, you hear it slosh as he takes large steps and closes the distance between you both. “y/n/n.”

“what?” it’s a sob, a plea.

“we’re going to get out of the lake. i’m going to walk you through the woods, out to the road and then i’m going to go get my truck. i’ll be ten minutes tops. i’ll grab my hoodie too.”

“it’s… it’s back on the chair.”

“the red one, i know.”

“okay…”

cole keeps his word, but after five minutes you hear his truck. it stops, he hops out. he sets the hoodie on top of you and you shimmy into it. “No one will see, no one you don’t want to know, will know. but y/n, you will never go back there, okay? not to that house, not ever, because if you go, i’m following, and the things i do, most authorities will not agree with.”

“i don’t ever want to go back there.”

“you won’t ever have to.”

“thank you.”

“don’t thank me for helping you with something that never should’ve happened. we’ll get you some ice as soon as we’re home.” cole cranks the heat up and angles the fans to point your way.

he opens your door for you and walks closely behind you. no one else is home—katherine and george both working and the others at school. cole raids the freezer for anything remotely icey and heads up to your room. he makes a pit-stop to grab his laptop and some snacks from a drawer none of his brothers would ever know about. he steals the blanket you like off of danny’s bed too—the soft one with the blue plaid.

you both watch the show, he looks concerned when you press the frozen peas to your side too. you lift your shirt, show him the damage and he freezes. “ugly, huh?”

“nothing about you has ever been ugly, y/n/n but jesus, maybe we should go to a hospital.”

“flattery will get you everywhere cole but there’s no denying i looked like van gogh fucked up starry night—and no hospital. they’d like immediately call someone. plus i think they’re just bruised and not broken so that’s good.”

“i’m sorry that this happened to you.”

“oh don’t do that. i hate when people apologise for things that aren’t their fault.”

“can i apologise for danny, then? for him not realising what was happening sooner?” cole asked. people weren’t perfect, you realised that then, cole having said the first thing that genuinely upset you. this was no one’s fault. No one but your scum of the earth parent’s.

“no. danny didn’t do anything wrong. i didn’t want him to know and usually i’m good at hiding these things.” a bitter laugh, and: “usually.”

“i blame the alcohol, but, i guess it’s nice that you know.”

“i’m glad i know.”

and he is. he carries your bag, your books, even goes thrifting with you and katherine. “i like this one,” he’d said, holding up a shirt that barely had any fabric to it. you rolled your eyes for the fiftieth time and picked out a baggy graphic tee shirt instead.

at school he walks you to and from your classes. he sits with you at lunch and helps you come up with excuses—none so awesome that they work without the grin and charm he lays on your pe teacher.

weeks later, your bruises were healed, and to the blind eye, the only indication you’d been abused was the occasional flinching. cole tended to call out his moves before he made them, especially if you weren’t sure exactly where he was. your arguments–few and far between, seriously, the only thing you’d argued about so far was where you went for lunch, were had with calm voices and distance between the two of you. cole was perfect. he never caught you off guard, he was just always there.

wouls see you getting anxious and move closer. “i’m going to hold your hand,” he’d whisper. when you needed someone to talk to it was always him because he was always there.

then, one night, the two of you were sitting on that same blue plaid blanket. the one you loved–the one cole had paid danny $40 for. you were both staring up at the same stars, both wondering the same thing: when had you become so close? you weren’t sure if there was a turning point, a particular defining moment, but cole had taken danny’s place in your heart as ‘best friend’. cole had done that and more. he was more to you than that. he baked your favourite pastry, would go just about anywhere with you, and he made you smile. he made you feel safe. he had told no one your secret–but katherine and george had a clue, enough of one that they welcomed you with open arms and seldomly raised their voices. enough of one, that for that first few weeks, the ice was always restocked in the freezer.

they had an idea.

but cole knew. knew everything. knew and made you feel okay in spite of everything. he knew and still.. still looked at you like… like that. cole, he leaned in closer. you waited and listened. “i’m going to kiss you. because i want to. because i love you how you deserve to be loved. and not because of some truth or dare game.

“it wasn’t bad though, right? because i thought it was a pretty good ki–”

cole walter kept his word. he kissed you, and sure, the kiss at the lake house was good. this one was just better.

#cole walter x reader #cole walter #cole walter x y/n #cole walter x you #mlwtwb #mlwtwb imagines #cole walter imagines #my life with the walter boys #danny walter #alex walter

[trashmouth-richie]

Request for choke me bite me where reader goes on a date or also gets a bf and eddie sees reader kissing him and the guy palming her ass and eddie is seething with fury and teaches reader a lesson with those handcuffs. 😏

CHOKE ME BITE ME for reference, can be read as alone I looove this idea thank you anon ❤️🤍🖤 and to @lunatictardis for the req that started this all 💋💋

[part iii]

eddie x fem!reader

W.C 2.4k | TW: NO MINORS handcuffs, blow job, mentions of drug use, p in v sex, cheating

You don’t notice him. Don’t even think twice about him being here. After all, he doesn't work here. You haven’t seen him in weeks, must mean that things were all peaches and cream with him and her.

The aisles at Family Video provide just enough privacy for your date, Andy, to sneak in some kisses, grab your ass a little bit as you pick out a movie. Dinner had been great. Having been to Enzo’s only one time prior with your parents you couldn’t believe how sweet he was. Bringing you flowers, opening the car door for you, paying for your dinner. It was the perfect night, hoping it would end with a little bit of kissing on your couch as you watched the latest comedy. His mouth is nuzzled against your neck, hand traveling up the back of your skirt as you pick out the movie, you feel a pair of eyes burning into your skin. A quick glance around has your greatest fear bubbling to the surface, spewing jealousy bits of rage stands Eddie, leaning against the counter his face twisted into a glare.

You’re certain you’ve never seen his eyes more black than they are now. His nostrils are flared, ringed hand clenched tight against a smooth package of peanut m&ms. He’s fuming fucking mad, slamming his hand against the counter and stomping out of the store the little bell dinging as the door flies open, nearly busting off its hinges. You find yourself breathing again, a small soaked circle in your panties. Embarrassed by the effect Eddie has on you, you almost wince, you’re imagining his hands on you, slapping your ass, holding your cheeks, grabbing at you tits, and stuffed inside your pussy.

“Can’t wait to get you home,” Andy coos in your ear. You turn to him and smile, grabbing the first movie you see and heading to the counter to check out. Steve Harrington is laughing at something, shaking his head lightly as he rings up the movie.

“Any candy?”

You shake your head as Andy hands Steve a $5 bill, “ready?”

“Absolutely,” you grin to him, cursing yourself after clenching your thighs together begging for any sort of friction after seeing Eddie. You shouldn’t be focused on him, he has a girlfriend. Andy is sweeter than sugar, and you knew you were the only girl he was currently talking to.

Holding the door open for you, you climb into his Jeep, the leather cool against your bare legs. He slides into the drivers seat and cocks a smile at you, turning the key into the ignition. But nothing happens, he tries again, still nothing. “What the hell?” he asks, “uhh hang on I’m gonna go inside and call my dad.”

“Okay,” you say, smoothing your skirt and crossing your legs, “I’ll be here.” He smiles at you and you politely smile back.

Not even a minute goes by before the door is ripped open and there stands Eddie, leaning in, eyebrows pulled together, lips in a firm straight line. “Let’s go.” He barks.

You are flabbergasted, a burning ache makes its way to your core, pulsing.

“Eddie, what are you doing?”

“Don’t play dumb sweetheart, and don’t make me tell you twice. Now.”

“I’m on a date,” you sneer, “Andy is just going to c— ”

You don’t get a chance to finish your sentence before Eddie is hauling you up into his arms and slinging you over his shoulder. “Edward Munson! Put me down!”

His heavy boots are stomping towards his van, a large ringed hand comes down hard on the fat of your ass, stinging lightly. “Not another word.” You whine into his back, trying to lift yourself off of him but he’s got a tight hold around you.

He plops you down on the passenger seat in the van, running a hand from the inside of your knee straight to your soaked panties. He lets out a low groan, he hooks your panties out of the way and shoves a thick finger in your dripping folds harshly. You gasp at the sudden pressure, sucking him in tight with your gummy walls. He pops his finger out and pulls it into his mouth, sucking lightly, rolling his eyes, relishing in the taste of you. “..fuck,” he mutters, “never learn, do you?” He shuts your door with a slam and jumps in, revving up the van and heading towards Forest Hills Trailer Park.

Your heart is racing, part of you loves when he acts like this, so rough and animalistic it drives you insane. His knuckles are white against the steering wheel, speeding through town, blowing through stop signs and every turn way too fast. He’s deranged, furious, but so are you. “Can I just ask what the fuck you think you’re doing?” He turns to you, jaw unhinged and his tongue pressed thickly to his cheek, those dark eyes blistering into yours.

“Don’t start.”

“No I mean it Eddie! I was on a nice date with a nice guy and you fucking ruined it!”

He smirks and rolls his eyes. “You really think you were gonna get fucked the way you like? That clown doesn’t know the first thing about sex. He cries whenever we have to change for P.E.”

The truth was that he was pissed off, so fucking enraged with jealousy that he couldn’t see straight. You were dumbfounded, pouting with your hands crossed over your chest, leg bouncing with irritation.

Pulling up to his trailer he throws the van in park and kills the engine. He takes a deep breath inhaling through his nose. “I’m going to treat you like the brat you are.” He’s quick in his movements, coming around and dragging you out of the van by your wrist. He wastes no time, shoving the door to the trailer open and walking fast to his room. The thrill of making him mad is pulsing through your body, throbbing in your pussy as he comes unglued.

Eddie’s mind slips into darkness, thinking of all the ways he’s going to punish you. Spank you so hard his rings leave welts into your skin, pouring hot wax down your back, as he fucks your tight asshole, slapping you until his hand was a permanent print on your face. He was furious, absolutely going to go fucking feral on you, leave his teeth marks indented into your skin, a perfect dental record.

He’s breathing hard into your face, “you drive me insane you know that? Going out with someone else, watching him baby you when all you want is to be treated like the slut you a— ”

You’ve never slapped him before, or anyone. It should have come as no surprise when he catches your hand right before it lands on his face, he shoves you back into the wall, both hands above your head with a smug smile dancing on his lips, “you wanna try that again, sweetheart?” His tongue forces its way into your mouth, biting down hard against your lip, you moan into his mouth, ghosting your tongue against his. He reaches up and grabs the handcuffs hanging from the wall. Setting them on a finger and twirling them around, his hips grind into yours, you can feel his cock rubbing against you—straining against the denim of his jeans.

“You think,” Eddie starts, tightening the cold metal of the handcuffs to your left wrist, “that you can go out with someone else,” he yanks you forward, grabbing the other set of handcuffs and placing them on your right wrist so tight they dig into your skin, “and I wouldn’t find out?”

He pushes you on the mattress, straddling you as he hooks each end to the bedpost. “I see everything, I know everything,” he says, clicking the last handcuff in place. He leans forward hovering over your heaving chest, “way more than poor Andy does,” he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a spark plug. Your eyes go wide.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh I did,” he says, ripping your shirt open exposing your naked chest. “You see sweetheart,” he begins, closing his mouth along your nipple, teasing it with his tongue and grazing his teeth around it, “when you grow up poor, you have to fix things yourself, and you learn by pulling shit out, and finding out how it work,” his fingers roll your other nipple like a joint. You whimper loudly beneath him. “I thought for sure he would have figured it out, but just in case he was too goddamn dumb,” Eddie pushes up your skirt and uses his teeth to work your panties down your legs, “I had Harrington unplug the phones, so no matter what baby, you would definitely not have been going home with 2 inch Andy tonight. Because he’s walking his ass across Hawkins right now, wondering where you are, and why his car doesn’t work.”

“You’re a bastard, Eddie Munson.” You spit jokingly, shoving your legs closed and huffing loudly, annoyed yet secretly pleased that he would go to such lengths to have you.

“The one and only, babe.” Eddie pries your legs open and dives head first into your pussy. Lapping at your leaking folds as if he was starved. He groans into you holding you still with his hands tight around your legs, fingers cramped into your legs likely to leave bruises. You’ve never been wetter, never wanted him more than tonight. Everything he said was true. Nobody fucked you the way he did. Not even close.

Tongue pressed deep in your pussy you whimper out his name, begging pleading for him. “That’s right, keep crying out my name sweetheart.” He adds a thick finger into your craved hole, pumping relentlessly as you clench around him. He circles your clit with his tongue, flicking faster and faster, a second finger is added and you cry out. Chest heaving as you take ragged breaths. Curling his fingers into your spongey core your orgasm snaps and flutters around him, back curved from the bed as you come hard around his fingers.

“Eddie,” you moan, “I want you.”

“Sure you don’t want Andy?” He scoffs, grabbing your face tightly, “beg for me, tell me how much you want me.”

“Please Eddie, I want you so fucking bad, all the time.”

“No one else?”

“No.”

He undoes your handcuffs, kissing your wrists where they’re red. He helps you sit and looks deep into your eyes, “Show me.”

Eddie stands from the bed, unzipping his pants, and shoving them down his legs, a pearl bead of precum is pooling on his cock. “I want that pretty whore mouth of yours around my cock as you beg for me.” You kneel before him,licking a broad strip from his balls and up his shaft, keeping eye contact as you suck him into your mouth. His huge cock fills your throat, you don’t dare try to gag, having learned that one the hard way. “Christ,” he moans, throwing his head back as you twirl your tongue at his balls, throat stuffed. He’s pumping his hips into you, drool is dripping down your chin and along your naked tits.

He would never tell you this, never let you know that she has never done this for him, never once divulged the way you do for him. Seeing you tonight with someone else drove him absolutely mad. The thought of sharing you with someone unworthy of your body, your mouth, that God for shaken bratty fucking attitude that he couldn’t get enough of, was hell for him. She was fucking around on him there was no doubt in his mind. Clearly he was too, neither of them were perfect. He wasn’t sure why they were still together. All he knew is that seeing you on that date was the small push he needed to admit to himself that you meant more to him than just a fuck after a fight.

He’s biting his lower lip, trying to keep himself from coming too soon, but the way you are hollowing out your cheeks sends him over the edge. He comes hard, painting your throat with his arousal, whimpering your name as you suck him dry, leaving nothing behind. He slides out of your mouth with a hiss, he fully intended on you being his fuck rag tonight. Using your body to his advantage until you couldn’t walk or sit up straight.

“Fuck that mouth of yours is so goddamn good,” he helps you to your feet and kisses you unexpectedly. He tosses you a clean shirt from his closet. “I’m starving, are you hungry?”

“No I ate, Enzo’s” you say throwing his shirt over your head, inhaling his smoky scent.

“Oh a fancy fucker isn’t he?”

You roll your eyes, “jealous are we?”

“Of that pencil dick? Nah.” he says, shaking his brown curls, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you close to him. “Besides, you know damn well that he wouldn’t make you come that fast.” He flicks his tongue wildly and sucks a bruise into your neck, blowing a raspberry to finish it off.

“Eddie!” You giggle squirming to get away from him.

You end up spending the night— it’s the first time you have, usually he reserves that right to her. Smoking a joint you ride Eddie slowly, rolling your hips around him, pushing back his sweaty bangs, his hands pinching your nipples. The next morning he brings you to school, you’re still wearing the shirt he gave you lastnight, and his signature purpling hickies on your neck and thighs.

Driving past Family Video, Eddie almost chokes on his pop tart. He’s coughing and spitting bits of pastry everywhere pointing out your window. “Look!” He finally manages.

Andy and his dad are bent over the front end with the hood up on the Jeep, both puzzled as to why it won’t start. A tow truck pulls into the parking lot. “Goddamn that is funny, I think I’ll leave the spark plug in his locker as a thank you.” He smiles wickedly at you as he squeezes your thigh. Laughing loudly and driving like a bat out of hell.

#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x you #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie fan fiction #eddie fan fic

[sylviebell]

Lessons In Biology

Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Original Female Character

Summary: Bob gets a little lesson in plant biology

Word Count: 2,326

Warnings: fluff, mention of alcohol, SMUT 18+ MDNI, fingering, oral female receiving

A/N: Happy Birthday @roosterforme! For my STEM Baddie, I hope you enjoy Bob and Fern getting down and nerdy. As always eternal thanks to @wkndwlff

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Rain beats down against the pavement in a steady stream as Bob hustles down the sidewalk. The unusual weather, however nice it may be for the normally dry southern California climate, is really throwing a wrench in his weekend plans. He had been looking forward to this festival ever since Fern had signed up to have a booth at it. He was excited to work it for the first time with her, but it seems like mother nature has different plans this time.

The bell above the door of the plant nursery dings as he steps in from the rain, the woman behind the counter looking out from around the plant in front of her. Bob knows enough to tell it’s a palm, though what kind he can’t be sure. He’s still learning.

“Hi, Ms. Carroway,” Bob smiles, unzipping his rain jacket and pushing the hood back.

“Bob,” the woman greets with a smile, though a sternness sits in her gaze, “how many times do I have to tell you to call me Gale.”

With a tint of pink to his cheeks, Bob offers a sheepish nod, “Yes, ma’am,” and laughs at the sharp glance he gets in return before heading through the wide double doors into the back greenhouse.

It’s there he finds Fern, upper half leaned over a large tub, stirring dirt around with a long shovel.

“Hi,” he says quietly, feeling his cheeks heating up even more already, and not from the humidity of the greenhouse.

She stands upright, looking over her shoulder at him and smiling back brightly. “Hi,” she gasps. There’s a thin sheen of sweat along her hairline, a lone tendril of hair hanging free, and some dirt smudged on her forehead. The sight of her makes his tummy feel light and his chest flutter.

“What’re you doing?” he asks, coming to stand behind her and looking down at the dirt pile.

“Stirring the compost,” she huffs, blowing a breath out to try and clear her loose hair. It flies up for a second before flopping back down in place, much to her chagrin. Bob reaches out, tucking it behind her ear and placing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Omaha made compost once,” he says, looking back over her shoulder. “It’s smelled so awful Maverick made him throw it out and clean the whole kitchen in the break room on his hands and knees.”

Her laughter is a reward he’ll never tire of. “Omaha’s an idiot and added too much nitrogen,” she replies, giving the mixture a final turn of the shovel before covering it up. She turns, spinning right into his chest, and her smile shines bright up at him as her hands find purchase on his front. “Hi,” she whispers, leaning in to meet his lips with hers.

Strong arms wrap around her back. “Hi,” he whispers back once they break apart, just far enough to breathe in the air between them. The patter on the roof grows harder and Bob peeks at the rain through the window. “I think our art festival got washed out.”

“That’s okay,” Fern says, wrapping her arms around him and swaying to a beat only she can hear. “Why don’t you take me back to your place so I can get a shower, and then we can make dinner.” Her lips trail a light path of kisses up his neck as she adds, “Maybe crack open a bottle of wine?”

“Y-yeah,” Bob squeaks out, her soft lips tickling his ear, “that sounds nice.”

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When Fern emerges from Bob’s bathroom, steam trailing behind her and his fluffy towel wrapped snuggly around her body, she finds Bob perched in the center of his bed, staring intently at a textbook with beat up corners sitting open in his lap. The familiar cover she can just see the top of has her steps faltering.

“You’re reading about plant biology?”

His eyes flash up to hers, widening just a bit. “Yeah,” clearing his throat, he shifts on the bed, looking back down at the book in his lap. “I want to learn more about what you’re passionate about.”

His words have her breath catching in her throat, the butterflies in her chest running rampant. She still isn’t sure what she’s done in this life to deserve someone as sweet as him. Not convinced the fates haven’t made some mistake somewhere. “Have you learned a lot?”

The crinkle between his eyebrows presents itself at her question. “I think so,” he says, but his words lack any real conviction.

“Too much too fast?”

A sheepish smile adorns his features as he answers with, “Nat would say I girl bossed too close to the sun.”

Fern kneels next to him on the bed, spying diagrams of nutrients traveling though roots on the open pages. “What are you stuck on?”

“Well I think I’ve got this part down,” he says, the cute crinkle between his brows still frowning down as he turns the page, “but now they’re talking about stomatas and I’m a little confused.”

Bold letters at the top of the page indicate a new section, new photo diagrams lining the corners of the pages. “Now you’re talking about photosynthesis,” Fern explains, pointing at a photo on the page. “The stomata are pores on the leaves that turn carbon dioxide into oxygen.”

Bob nods slowly, as if he understands, but his frown remains. An idea works its way into Fern’s mind, her teeth pulling her bottom lip in to try and hold her smile back. “Do you want a visual aid?” she asks, eyes scanning Bob’s face as his lips form a thin line.

“Yeah,” he says softly, eyes scanning the text before him astutely, “I think that might help.”

Fern lets her grin widen before reaching for the knot holding her towel up, fingers making quick work of the fabric so it falls to a heap around her legs. Bob catches the movement out of the corner of his eye, gaze traveling up and eyes widening when they find the vast expanse of her bare skin before him. His neck grows pinker and pinker, blush traveling down under the collar of his shirt and up to the tips of his ears as his eyes travel up over tanned and inked skin.

“What, uh,” a clear of his throat, “what are you doing?”

She smiles, pulling the book from his grasp and setting it aside as she slides into his lap, knees on either side. “I’m giving you a visual,” she husks. His hand is smooth under hers, soft from the all-natural lotion she’s turned him onto, as she slides it up and over her breast, fingers running over the dark green fern branch inked into her collarbone. His other hand grips her thigh, fingers tender where they should be calloused. “Stomata are pores on plant leaves,” she smiles, watching Bob’s eyes as they watch his finger tracing the leaves on her skin, “and they’re an integral part of photosynthesis.”

The fingers of her free hand push gently at the underside of his chin until his gaze meets hers. “Would you like to learn the parts of the stomata, Bobby?”

His yes comes out in a rush, head nodding rapidly in confirmation. Fern smiles, leaning back in his lap as she slides his hand lower.

“It starts with the epidermis,” she whispers, stomach tingling at the awe on his face as she runs his fingers along her lips. “And then there are the guard cells,” she continues, watching as his mouth falls open as she moves his fingers along her inner labia. Her wetness collects against their fingers, her chest tightening as his tongue sneaks out, swiping along his lip.

Swallowing, she continues, “We have the nucleus,” she guides his slick fingers up, pressing them into her clit. It’s hard to distinguish between Bob’s whines and hers, especially when he pushes up against her just a little harder. Taking in a shuddering breath, she asks, “What’s the nucleus, Bobby?”

It takes him a few seconds for his brain to register that he’s been asked a question, and once they finally process the words his hooded eyes rise up to meet Fern’s. “Uh, what?” he stutters.

Fern smiles, ghosting her knuckles over the apple of his rosy cheek, delighting in the way his eyes fall shut at her touch. She leans forward, moaning as she shifts against him, to whisper in his ear, “What is the nucleus?” She can feel his shudder as he exhales, letting her lips trail across his face as he stammers for an answer.

“It’s the powerhouse of the cell,” he gasps out, before scrunching his eyes closed even further. “Wait, no…” 

Smiling against his cheek, Fern glides her lips over his, waiting for him to open his eyes back up before she grinds down on his fingers. Her grip on his hand tightens as she gasps into his mouth, “It’s the control center of the cell, Bobby.” Their lips mold together, his tongue slipping into her mouth with ease as she pushes him down onto his back. 

She pulls back, propping herself up with a hand on his chest and licking her lips. “And when the conditions are right,” she starts, “the stoma will open up,” lips widening into a grin as she lines his fingers up at her entrance, “and allow elements to pass through it,” a gasp escapes as she slides onto Bob. It takes her a moment, letting herself grow re-accustomed to his familiar stretch, before she’s sliding up, fingers pulling out, “The oxygen comes out,” and sliding him back in, “and the carbon dioxide goes in.”

Falling forward again, she reattaches their lips, and glides her hands over his chest and neck as he takes control pumping in and out of her.

“You feel so nice,” he gasps, wrapping his arm around her back.

“Oh, my sweet boy.” The curl of his fingers and the press of his thumb on her clit has her hiding her face in his neck. “You feel nice, too, baby,” she whispers into his flushed skin. Tension winds tighter and tighter in her stomach, and she pulls back, gripping Bob’s hand to hold him still before he pulls her over the edge.

“You still have to pass your test,” she smiles against his lips. 

“Test?” Bob whispers, brows furrowed.

“Mhm,” she hums against his mouth. A wet trail is left in the fabric of his t-shirt as Fern slides up his stomach and over his chest, settling her knees on either side of his head as his wide eyes stare up at her. “You’ve got to tell me the parts that you’ve learned, Bobby.”

Warm breath washing over her as Bob starts to lean in and his tongue peeks out between his lips is almost enough to make her forget about the lesson entirely. Taking a deep breath, she composes herself enough to run her fingers through his hair, getting a good grip as she braces her other hand in front of her. “Show me the epidermis and the guard cells, baby.”

Broad stripes work around her opening as Bob’s warm tongue licks languidly around her lips. “Very good, Bobby.” Hands on her thighs tighten their grip at the praise, his tongue inching closer and closer to slipping inside of her. “Not so fast.” Fingers in his hair tighten and pull back just enough to bring his eyes to hers, tongue wetting her lips at the lust in his eyes. “Don’t forget the nucleus.” She reaches her hand down to skim her fingers across his cheek, adding, “Show me where my control center is,” before pulling her lip between her teeth to smother her grin.

Bob is a fast learner, wasting no time swiping his tongue back up her lips, over the epidermis and guard cells, and around her clit. Fern throws her head back, gasps falling and chest heaving as Bob flattens his tongue before pulling her clit into his mouth. She’s so lost in him, his soft lips and smooth tongue and the press of his fingers into her thighs, that she almost forgets about the lesson again.

“The stoma,” she manages out in a gasp as he sucks a little harder, “the compounds go in and out of the stoma, Bobby.” Strong fingers slide between her folds, gliding through her arousal before slipping into her, all the while his talented mouth never missing a beat. “Oh,” her head falls back as the moans escape her, his fingers curling on that perfect spot inside her, “you’re doing so good, baby.”

Bob preens beneath her, smiling around her clit and pumping his fingers harder at the praise. Before she knows it, Fern is tightening her hold in his hair as her back arches and she clenches around him. The grip on her thighs softens as her body relaxes, Bob licking a slow and comforting pattern against her until he eventually guides her down to lay against him.

“I don’t remember biology being this fun before,” he says, hands running patterns up and down her back.

Her smiles grows from her spot resting on his chest. “You did a very good job, baby,” she says, propping herself up. Arousal shines brightly on his chin. The taste is sweet on her tongue, mixed with a tinge of salt from his sweat, and she helps him clean it off.

“I had a really good teacher,” he sighs, tilting his head to give her better access.

She moans before connecting their lips, the taste even stronger on his own tongue. “Now it’s time to see how good of a teacher you are,” she states, finally breaking apart for need of air in her lungs. The cute crinkle between Bob’s eyebrows surfaces again, him not quite getting it. A grin spits her face as she saddles herself on his lap once again. “You’re gonna teach me all about thrust, Bobby.”

taglist: @wkndwlff @foreverrandomwritings @roosterforme @himbos-on-ice @beyondthesefourwalls @thedroneranger

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x oc #top gun fanfiction #bob floyd

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Hi, just wondering if you've ever written anything cherrisnake related? If not, I'd love to see something like that in the future. Also, I absolutely adore your work! Thanks for the good reads!

Hi, eye-scream-in-pain!

I've never really written anything for cherrisnake. Not that I don't like.either character. I just haven't felt like I could get their characters right. At least for Pentious. As for the ship, I kind of feel like it was one-sided, so it's not my favorite ship. But let's see what I can do for ya!

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Cherri: Alright, so this new antenna should let me send texts up to Heaven?

Vox: Uh-huh. Yup. Gimme the cash.

Cherri: Ugh! Fine, but if this doesn't work, I'm coming for your ass.

Vox: Thank you! Have fun! (trots away to spy on Alastor from the Hotel ground floor windows)

Cherri: Alright, antenna is in, contact is selected, aaaaaaaand- (snaps a picture) Perfect! Send!

-In Heaven-

Sir Pentious: (teary eyed and mumbling pathetically in his bed) I miss my eggies.... and Ms. Cherri Bomb.... *sniff* (wails) Oh, how could I have been so pathetic?! A woman with that level of independence, that fire, that sheer tenacious ferocity! She'd never be interested in a man of engineering such as myself!

Phone: DING!!!

Sir Pentious: What's this? (opens messenger and gasps) Cherri Bomb?! Squeeeeee!!! She remembers me!!! Oh! There's an attachment. What could this- GOOD GRAVEY!!!! (instant bloody nose and falls over with a heart attack)

Phone: (falls to the floor and screen cracks -damn cheap Heaven manufacturing- revealing a picture of Cherri Bomb's bare ankle and foot)

Emily: (enters the room in a hurry) Pen, are you alright? I heard yelling! (sees the phone screen) How'd you get a text from Hell?!

#thank you eye-scream-in-pain #cherrisnake #cherri bomb #sir pentious #emily #heaven #vox #voxtech #thou art filthy

[be-missed]

Not So Secret

Florence Pugh X Fem!Reader

(picture not mine)

Summary: Everybody knows that Florence Pugh and Y/N are best friends, but after attending a costume charity party, will everybody still thinks the same about their friendship?

A/N: Hi, thank you for the support. Keep safe, always.

Warnings: pronouns used (herself, she, her, themselves), implied sex (I guess?), notify me if there are any.

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"Are you sure you want to attend with this costume my love?" Y/N asked Florence while they are waiting for the hotel elevator to arrive at their floor.

"Yes darling, I know how you love the characters, and it suits us don't you think?" Florence answered while wiggling her eyebrows.

"Okay my love, thank you for the support" Y/N replied with a shy smile and added "you look wonderful with that green dress, I love how it fits you." and Y/N smiled and squeezed Florence's hand.

Florence gets close to Y/N and whispered "You'll love what's under it" and bites Y/N's earlobe.

Y/N blushes and pushes Florence "You got to stop saying that my love, look at me I'm all red." while fanning herself for blushing.

"Well coloring you hair red suits you, can't wait to see it spread on our bed sheet though." Florence then again tease Y/N.

"Florence stop..." Y/N covers her face while she tries to calm her heart, beating faster than it should be.

The elevator dings and it signals that one of them should go down and ride the car.

"I'm gonna go first, yeah? I'll see you there my darling." Florence announced and kissed Y/N in her lips tenderly.

"See you there, Evelyn." Y/N said.

"I'll be waiting for you, Celia." Florence replied with a smirk and the elevator door closes

The ride to the party was not that long, ton of paparazzi are waiting outside with their big cameras flashing lights like diamonds in the sky, a red carpet is spread, reporters are lined waiting for stars, and a hall full of spooky designs waiting to be fulled.

Florence was the first one to arrive, greeting every fan that's waiting for her, posing for every camera that she saw, and finally, stopping at a reporter.

"Good evening Florence, you look stunning with the green dress, you look like a rare jasmine. Can you explain and introduce who you are dressed as?" The reporter asked Florence.

"Well as you can see, I am wearing a green dress with my blonde hair, nominated and won some Oscars, starred in Little Women but not as Amy. I am Ms. Evelyn Hugo" Florence said with a sexy smile and a wiggle on her shoulder.

The reporter cheered for Florence and Florence did a little swirl and asked "So if you are Evelyn Hugo, will we spot your Seven Husbands here? Or will one of them come?"

Florence answered "Well it's better to spot them then, if there are any of my lovers will attend" and winked at the camera.

Screams can be heard from far away, notifying them that another stars have arrived. Florence saw that it was Y/N her eyes can't just leave Y/N and stared at Y/N with a wide smile on her face.

"Well it looks like your best friend is here Florence, do you know what she is dressed for?" The reporter asked Florence with curiosity.

"Uhm, I think you might need to ask it herself." Florence answered with a cheeky smile and bid her farewell to the reporter.

As Y/N arrived to the red carpet, Florence had made her way inside the hall and started to mingle with people.

"Hello, Y/N what a nice outfit that you have, you look stunning as ever. Can you please introduce us who you are?" The same reporter that interviewed Florence asked Y/N.

"Well, I'm an award winning actress, I have a lover named Edward, and played Lady Macbeth. I was called "Screen-Queen", I am Celia St. James." Y/N ended with a graceful smile and did a curtsy.

The reporter was trying to connect the dots with her earlier interviews but tried to compose themselves but hides it and continues to ask Y/N.

"Well what a wonderful character you are. The red hair really suits you. And if I may, your best friend, Florence Pugh is attending as Evelyn Hugo, did the both of you talked about it?" The reporter asked.

"Well, yes. Florence and I talked about our costume tonight and isn't she wonderful in that dress." Y/N answered.

"If you are Celia and Florence is Evelyn, does your relationship, not only being as best friends, but also lovers, and being married also applies just like in the book?" The reporter asked with a smile.

Y/N smiled widely and answered "Well, we aren't in Spain, in our bed with our nightgown, so the married part not yet."

The reporter was speechless for a sec and Y/N bid her good bye as the reporter was silenced because of the news that was dropped at her.

"Well folks, you heard it here first, Florence and Y/N dressed as Evelyn and Celia is here tonight and will surely enjoy it. Hoping for a strong relationship from the two wonderful actress." The reporter stated after recovering from the shock wearing a bright smile.

As Y/N entered the Hall, everybody is looking at her with a bright smile on their faces with congratulatory words. Trying to find the only person that she wants to be with for all of her life, a hug from the back surprised her and when she looks back, its Florence.

"Good job out there" Florence noted as she can now freely kiss Y/N in front of every body after keeping their relationship in the low "Are we gonna get dressed in our nightgowns tonight and marry each other?" Florence teased Y/N/

"We aren't in Spain are we now, huh?" Y/N answered Florence with a smile "But Spain or not, nightgowns or not, in bed or not, I'm gonna marry you." Y/N said and again kissed Florence.

"I love you." Florence whispered

"I love you more" Y/N answered.

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A/N: thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!

#florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x you #happy halloweeeeeeen #seven husbands of evelyn hugo #fic

[lciesdepravity]

Depraved Series

Tzuyu Arc Chapter 1-1: Destruction

It was another hectic day for Twice's Maknae, Chou Tzuyu. Her week was full of fashion shoots, radio interviews, and live stages that the only time she had for eating was the car rides in between gigs.

It was all part of the idol package though - she understood that. What she didnt understand was why JYPE couldn't plan it so that the members schedules would at least align with each other.

She rolled her eyes, annoyance seeping out as she ate the last roll of her kimbap. 'As usual, the company sucks in international promotions, specially here in the US. Ugh, why do I have to go do this interview alone?'

A few minutes pass, and their van stops in front of a huge mansion. Her manager hurriedly opens the car door for her, ushering her to the door in quick frantic steps.

"Mian Chewy-ah, I'm running a bit late, I still have to pick up Sana and Chaeyoung for their shoot. Ugh, why did JYPE send only 3 managers for you guys? They really suck at promoting you guys here huh?"

She could only look at the haggard manager in sympathy, as she beckons him to return to the car.

"Mian Oppa. You go on ahead, I'll be fine on my own here. I'll just text you when I'm done with the shoot, okay?"

The manager shot her an appreciative smile. "Always the angel... Thanks Chewy-ah! I'll be sure to pick you up with some snacks later. Have fun with the shoot kay? Fighting!"

She watched as her tired af manager drove the van away in record speed. 'Uwah, JYP owes the manager-nims some serious vacation time after this.'

She looks back at the huge door of the mansion and steels herself.

'Okay, Tzuyu. Fighting!'

She schools her features into the ideal idol look as she presses the doorbell. 

Ding Dong~ ><

A few seconds pass by, and she briefly considers pressing it again when suddenly, a muscular black man opens the door. She smiles innocently as she bows to greet him as best she can with her limited English skills. 

"Hello! I'm Chou Tzuyu, and I'm here for the interview! Its nice to meet you."

The man shot her with a confused look, but let her inside nonetheless. He took her to a huge white room with a black couch, several cameras set up all over the room.

"Please wait here Ms. I'll just go get Rico."

She couldn't really understand much, but she smiled nonetheless and took a seat on the black couch.

'Huh, they have a really plain studio. Just a black couch, a white backdrop and an office table. I hope they know how to speak Korean... Or Mandarin. Ugh dammit, JYP didn't even give us interpreters!' She looked around for a bit, before deciding to fiddle with her phone while waiting.

Meanwhile...

"Hey Rico! Did'ya sched filming today bro? Bitch downstairs says she here for an interview."

"Wha? Fuck no man, I told'em porno companies I'm on break!"

"Aight bet. The girl looks hella fine tho. Ain't like those used saggy pussies in the industry, so I let her wait in the set. I figure you wanna piece of that. Come downstairs and see for yourself man."

"Tsk, aight man, but if she ugly its on you fucker."

Tzuyu was fiddling around with her phone when suddenly, the man comes in with another black man, this time wearing a bath robe.

'Oh? Is this gonna be like Na-Mo-Sa unnies' interview? That looked fun, I cant wait!'

"Please, have a seat Ms." The man said in his deep voice as he took a seat in the office table in front of her. She bowed shyly before taking a seat.

Rico eyed the woman slowly up and down, subconsciously biting his lips as he did.

'Hot damn this woman fine as hell!'

From her sleek black hair, to her innocent doe like eyes, her luscious lips. Yeah, there's no one in the porn industry that can match her beauty alright.

His eyes traveled down to her chest, not too big, but not small either. They look ample, firm. The shape nicely outlined in that fit black crop top of hers.

He then caught sight of her waist perfectly slimmed down to compliment her shapely hips, where he spotted the most drool inducing thighs he'd ever laid eyes on.

'Holy fuckin shit... We just hit the jackpot.'

Instantly, his heart rate shot up, and his dick already reaching its full mast.

'Eaaazzyy boy... Don't wanna scare the girl this early.' 

He looked back at his partner, and gave a nod, the one only real bros would know the meaning, and so he left the two alone.

Then he turned to the beauty before him.

"Good Morning Miss. My name is Rico Strong and uhh my guy earlier says you're here for an interview. Could you go ahead and introduce yourself to us?"

Tzuyu was slightly puzzled at this. 'Aren't they supposed to know me already? Ah! Must be for the viewers. Okay, its starting already.' She put on her best smile and gathered her energy.

"Hi! My name is Tzuyu from Twice! Nice to meet you!" She gave a radiant smile, and a wave to the camera near him.

"Tzuyu huh? Well that's definitely a new name in the industry. I never heard of Twice production so you guys must be new in the biz. So uhh wattcha doin here in LA Ms. Tzuyu?"

'Fuck, I really hate that JYP didn't give me interpreters for this.' She nervously bit her lip as she shyly tried to eke out her answer in passable English.

"Uhm... Im here for, concert? Like sing and dance and perform. Sorry my English not too good yet." She smiled shyly. The man smiled back, giving her some form of confidence that he at least somewhat understood what she said.

"Ey, that's alright, you're doing fine. Your english was fine Ms. Tzuyu. Relax! Are you nervous?"

She giggled before shyly tucking her hair behind her ear and crossing her legs. "A bit yeah, but I'm excited as well! Ehehe."

As Tzuyu shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes inadvertently drifted downward, settling beneath the desk where Rico's bathrobe concealed his lower half. Her gaze froze, her breath catching in her throat as she caught sight of the unmistakable bulge pressing against the fabric.

Oh my... What is that? Is that...?

Meanwhile, Rico's eyes were fixed on Tzuyu's crossed thighs and sleek heeled feet, subtly ogling her as she tried to maintain her composure and answer his questions.

"So, *ehem* Tzuyu, tell me, what do you think sets you apart from other models in the industry?"

Tzuyu's heart raced, her cheeks flushing with heat as she struggled to keep her thoughts in order, all the while sneaking glances at the bulge beneath the desk.

"Uh, well, um... I-I think, uh, my ability to, uh, d-dance well... and my, um, beauty... sets me apart."

'I-I shouldn't be looking... But it's so... distracting. Focus, Tzuyu, focus.'

With each passing moment, Rico's bulge seemed to swell beneath the bathrobe, stretching the fabric to its limit. Desperately trying to maintain her professionalism, Tzuyu forced herself to continue answering his questions, though her gaze remained fixated on his ever growing bulge.

"And have you ever considered exploring different genres of modeling? Perhaps something more... provocative?"

"Oh, um, w-well... I-I don't really... understand, but, um, I-I'm open to, uh, e-exploring new modeling gigs..."

Just then, the fabric of Rico's bathrobe came undone, no longer able to contain the monster beneath. With a sudden release, his cock slipped free from its confines, standing proudly erect and larger than anything Tzuyu had ever seen.

Her eyes widened in astonishment, her shock evident as she took in the sheer size of it—thick, veiny, and pulsating with power.

Oh my god... That's... enormous. It's bigger than anything I've ever had before. Even bigger than some of the unnies' toys. How is that even possible?

As Tzuyu's gaze remained transfixed on Rico's engorged cock, she failed to register the black bull rising from his seat and closing the distance between them. As he approached, Tzuyu's heartbeat quickened, her eyes widening in anticipation as she stared up at him with a mixture of awe and lust. She felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead as her mouth went dry, her body betraying her with each passing moment.

T-The interview... I-I should say something...

Her words freeze in her throat as Rico stood before her, his towering figure casting a shadow over her trembling form. She could feel the heat radiating from his body in waves, his dominating presence overwhelming her entire being. Mesmerized by the sheer magnitude of Rico's cock, Tzuyu found herself leaning forward involuntarily, her eyes locked on his big black throbbing cock as if drawn by an invisible force.

Oh god... What's happening to me? I-I can't... I can't look away. Like I'm under a spell...

Tzuyu's eyelids flutter as she succumbs to temptation. Without a second thought, she instinctively dropped to her knees before him; and with trembling hands, she reached out, her fingertips grazing the heated skin of his throbbing cock.

I-It's... I-I need to...

*Tsup*

As her puckered lips brush against the sensitive head of Rico's massive member, a low, primal groan escapes his lips, his cock twitching in response. The pulsing of his cock surprised the petite idol, and she had to move back to avoid it slapping against her face. 

W-Wow, That almost hit me...

Now up close and personal, her senses were assaulted by the intoxicating blend of his musk and arousal. She leaned in closer, kissing his engorged cock head once more before pressing her nose against the sides and taking a long, needy sniff.  

*Sniff* Mmmmmm~ I-I can't get enough... He smells so good...

Her entire body trembles as she exhales, her hot breath tickling him ever so slightly. With a beat, her lips grazes the sensitive head of Rico's massive member. As she meets his gaze, she sucks in her breath and slowly, tentatively, envelops the tip of his cock with her warm, wet mouth.

*Tsup* Ahmmmm~ Oh god... He's watching me. I can't look away.

She suckles on his cock head, eager to please. She could feel his intense gaze burning into her, making her even more nervous. The salty tang of his precum danced on her tongue, sending a  small jolt of pleasure coursing through her veins.

With each movement, she feels herself growing bolder, tongue swirling around the underside of his cock as she services him. She could feel him pulsating and twitching with every lick, with every suck.

*Tsup* Mmm~ Shlurp~ Ahhmmm~ Shlurp~ Shlurp~

The wet, slurping noises mingled with Rico's ragged breaths and low, guttural moans. With a determined flick of her tongue, she urges him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching  wide to accommodate his massive girth.

I want more... I need more.

As Rico's cock slid further into her mouth, Tzuyu struggles to contain a moan of pleasure, the sensation of being stuffed with a mouth full of cock was addicting. She could feel him stretching her lips inch by inch, his girth pressing against the tight confines of her mouth, threatening to overwhelm her.

He's so fucking big... I can barely take him. Fuck... He's stretching me so wide.

The young idol persists, her determination matched only by her insatiable desire. Up until she finds herself struggling against her own body's instincts. With a small thrust of his hips, Rico's cock pressed against the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex.

Shlurp~ Ahhmmm~ Ack - gulck!~

Despite the discomfort, Tzuyu refused to relent, her lips sealed tight around his big black cock as she fought to suppress the urge to pull away. Rico, sensing her struggle, placed a comforting hand on the back of her head, his touch both reassuring and commanding.

"You're doing so good, baby. Keep going."

Good... Baby... 

Her moist pussy dampens even more at the praise, his words messing with her head, making her feel dizzy.

But like the good girl she is, Tzuyu pushed herself to go deeper. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down, slowly taking him deeper with each pass. With each movement, she could feel the spit bridge forming between them, connecting her mouth to his cock in a slick, wet embrace.

Obscene sounds echoed across the room as Tzuyu's throat bulges around his massive cock, her eyes watering with the effort to maintain her composure. 

"Mmmmpph~! Gulckgulck, -slurp~ gawk~ mmmph!~ *inhale*  shluurp~ gulck - Ahh~" 

A few coughs escapes her tiny form as she pulls back and takes deep labored breaths. She let his cock rest on her face in the meantime, and it covered her face from her forehead to her chin - and then some...

With trembling hands, she reaches out, her long slender fingers struggling to wrap around the base of his throbbing cock. Her tongue services his magnanimous balls in the meantime. It's so heavy, so full... full of cum - all for her. The spit she coated on his long black dick dripped onto her lashes, yet she couldn't care less.

Chou Tzuyu, the once innocent maknae of Twice, known for her grace and poise, finds herself panting like a bitch in heat, mouth full of cock, small drops of her own spit on her lashes and cheeks, her composed facade shattered by his big black cock.

Jeezus... His cock is fucking perfect...

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After a full minute of worshipping his balls, she feels Rico's hands firmly grip her head. Despite the language barrier, she knew exactly what it meant - what was coming next. With a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, she released her grip and braced herself. His voice was low and guttural, his words sending a shiver down Tzuyu's spine. 

"Open wide, baby. I'm gonna fuck that pretty face of yours."

Her beautiful doe eyes locks with his as she throws her head as far back as she could. Tzuyu opens wide, tongue sticking out as he slaps his cock on it a few times. Then, in one swift move, his grip on her head tightens, his hips surge forward, and the poor little idol gets her face fucked by the black bull. 

"Mmmmpph~! Gawk gawk gawk~ mmmph!~ *inhale* shluurp~ gulck - Ahh~"

Rico's hands guided her head. With each and every thrust, his cock plunges deeper and deeper into her mouth, stretching her throat and fucking it with reckless abandon. 

"That's it, take it all," he growled, his words punctuated by the wet slap of flesh against flesh.

F-Fuck... he's pounding me so hard. I'm not gonna be able to sing for awhile after this.

He used her face like a fucking cocksleeve, her nose hitting his pubes with each thrust. Occasionally, he parked his cock deep in her throat, cutting off her air supply and leaving her gasping for breath. Each time, she felt her chest constricting, a desperate need for air clawing at her insides.

I can't breathe... please, I need air.

"Yeah~ keep your pretty face down there. That's where you belong."

Tzuyu's hands slapped against Rico's thighs, a silent plea for mercy as she struggled to draw in even the smallest breath. Her vision blurred, spots dancing before her eyes as she fought against the overwhelming sensation of suffocation.

Rico's cock remained lodged in her throat, his grip unyielding as he pushed her to the brink of consciousness. He watched intently as her arms flail and slap, until eventually it goes limp, her eyes rolling back in her head.

I'm going to pass out... please, let me breathe.

"Yeaaaaaaa! Thats right. You dont need air, you need cock. Fucking take my big black dick!"

Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, Rico finally relented, withdrawing his cock and allowing her to gasp for air. Each breath was a precious gift, filling her lungs with sweet sweet relief as she struggled to cough and catch her breath.

T-Thank god... I thought I was going to pass out.

Feeling Tzuyu relax, Rico took a fistful of her hair and forced his cock back into her throat, cutting off her air supply once more. Tzuyu's eyes widened in panic as she felt the familiar sensation of suffocation, her body instinctively struggling against his grip.

Oh god, not again...

He continued this a few more times, sometimes even locking her in with his legs. Each time he took her to the brink, only releasing her when her eyes go white. Eventually though, he releases her, and she coughs up a storm. Her once sleek black hair now disheveled, and her chin was dripping with spit. Suddenly Rico pulls her up, stripping off her dress with practiced ease.

Tzuyu's body was too weak to resist, and her mind was too clouded with lust. She offered no resistance whatsoever as he positioned her inverted on the couch, her legs resting against the backrest and her head dangling over the edge.

His gaze lingered on the infamous Thighwanese legs and feet, and she felt a thrill of anticipation course through her as he leaned in closer. She could feel his breath hot against her skin as he inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent.

He's smelling me... he likes the way I smell.

Tzuyu's heart raced as Rico's lips brushed against her legs, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She closed her eyes, surrendering herself fully to the sensations as he continued to worship her legs with near reverence.

"*Sniff* Mmmmm~, fuck baby, you smell so good. I've never seen legs this perfect before."

He turned his attention turned to Tzuyu's feet, which were now laid bare before him. She felt a pang of self-consciousness, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the thought of her sweaty feet. But Rico showed no hesitation as he leaned in, his tongue eagerly lapping at her heels.

Instictively, Tzuyu spread her toes, offering herself to him completely as he began to worship her feet with an insatiable hunger. She felt a rush of excitement as Rico's lips trailed over the delicate arches of her feet, his tongue caressing each toe with meticulous care.

Oh god, that tickles, but it also feels amazing.

Rico's lips closed around each toe in turn, sucking gently as he worshiped her with single-minded devotion. With each flick of his tongue against the flats of her feet, she felt herself growing wetter, her arousal building to a fever pitch as he explored her with unbridled passion. She curled her toes in pleasure, failing to stop the moan that escapes her mouth.

"You taste so good, baby. I could do this all day."

As Rico's attention shifted from Tzuyu's feet to her exposed and inverted body, a surge of anticipation coursed through her. Since she's suspended upside down, all the blood rushed to her head, and she felt utterly vulnerable and exposed.

What is he going to do to me like this?

Suddenly, his thick fat fingers teased her labia, sending several jolts of pleasure racing through Tzuyu's body. She gasped at the sensation, her hips instinctively bucking against his touch as he explored her with deliberate care.

"*Mmmmmmm~* Your pussy is so plump and wet, baby. It's begging to be fucked."

She feels him spit at her pussy, his fingers spreading the spit like lube. He pokes, he stretches, he opens her pussy lips. Her head was getting even more dizzy from the stimulation. Her pussy throbbed with need, glistening, shaved smooth and begging to be touched. It pulsed with anticipation, aching to be filled as pre-cum dribbled down her folds.

Her hips bucked impatiently against the air once more, needy, craving. Who was he to deny such a cute and pink pussy?

And so he indulges her. His thick fat fingers plunged into the young idol's dripping pussy; she couldn't help but let out a whimper of pleasure. 

Oh god, yes...

His touch was firm and demanding, his fingers stretching her to her limits as he explored every inch of her throbbing core. Tzuyu's moans filled the room, a chorus of ecstasy as Rico worked her over with expert precision.

"You like that, baby? You like how I'm fingering your sloppy little cunt?"

Tzuyu's body trembled with pleasure at his words, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she surrendered herself to his control. 

"Uhh~Uhh~Ooh~! Yes daddy~" God its been so long... F-fuuckk

He played with her sopping wet cunt expertly. Slapping it lightly at times, massaging the insides slowly. Sometimes, his thumb brushes against her clit, sending jolts to her body and making her gasp and twitch. He played her slowly, teasingly, up until his fingers curl and finds her weak spot.

She bucks her hips involuntarily as he hits her spot deep, and he smirks. With relentless fervor, the fucker hit her g spot again and again, curling his fingers as he exits. With each thrust, Tzuyu felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.

F-fuck I'm going to cum.I'm going to cum so hard... Fuck fuck fuck

Out of nowhere, her pussy gushes like a fountain, squirting streams of her juices directly into Rico's waiting mouth. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, each climax more intense than the last. She could feel herself losing control, her body convulsing with pleasure as she screamed incoherently.

Amidst the pleasure however, there was something else. A sensation unlike anything she had ever felt before. Tzuyu felt a warm rush spreading through her, a feeling of release so intense it bordered on euphoria.

Oh my god, I can't stop... N-no, I-I'm peeing...

Despite her embarrassment, golden liquid streamed out of her and into Rico's waiting mouth. He eagerly drank in every drop of her essence, up until it weakened to a trickle.

"*Shlurp~ Aaahh~ Thanks for the meal. Hehe."

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As Tzuyu lay there, gasping for air and trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, she felt a strange sense of freedom wash over her. With her body still tingling with pleasure, she no longer cared about maintaining her pristine idol image. All that mattered was his big black cock.

Hah~ Hah~ I've never felt so alive...

Before she could fully register what was happening, she felt his strong arms lifting her, carrying her effortlessly up a set of stairs.

He tossed her unceremoniously onto a large soft bed, but before she could protest or resist, he silenced her with a single command.

"We're not done, bitch. I haven't even cum yet. "

He pulls her up, making her straddle him, causing a surge of apprehension pulsing through her. His cock, thick and long like her forearm, seemed daunting, a challenge she wasn't sure she could conquer. 

Fuck, he's going to annihilate me with that cock... I-I don't think I can take him in.

Rico's voice broke through her thoughts, his tone commanding. "Put those baby making hips of yours to good use and fuck yourself on my cock."

With an unsure nod and a shaky breath, she began to grind her hips against his, feeling the head of his cock teasing her entrance. Every time his cock head contacts her clit, a jolt of pleasure rings through her body.

With determination and a twinge of nervousness in her eyes, she lined up his cock on her pussy's entrance and, with a deep breath, slips his cock head past her outer walls. With every inch she descends, she could feel the thick girth of his member stretching her to her limits, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out.

Oh god, it's so big... I don't know if I can take it all...

Each moment was a battle of wills, a test of her resolve and her body's endurance. With a determined grit, she pressed on, inch by inch, her body trembling with the effort. Rico's cock filled her completely, stretching her walls beyond what she thought possible. Each movement sent waves of pleasure and pain rippling through her, a heady mix that left her gasping for breath.

But as she continued to lower herself onto him, she felt a sense of triumph wash over her. Slowly, she conquered the challenge before her, her body slowly adapting to the overwhelming size of his cock.

I'm doing it... I'm taking him all in...

With a final push, she impaled herself fully on his length, taking him deep inside her until she was filled to the brim. As Tzuyu looked down at the bulge in her womb, her eyes widened in both awe and trepidation. 

*Smack!*

Rico's hand came down on her ass with a sharp slap, the sound echoing in the room as he commanded her to move.

"Congratulations. Now show me what those hips can do, baby. Ride my cock like you mean it."

With a determined nod, Tzuyu planted her feet firmly on the bed, her hands gripping his chest for support as she began to move. Slowly at first, she rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the thick length of his cock sliding inside her.

I can do this... I can take him...

As she gained confidence, she picked up the pace, her hips growing more and more frenzied with each passing moment. Rico's cock filled her completely, stretching her to her limits as she fucked herself onto him with reckless abandon.

"PlokplokOoh~... Ahh~... Uhh f-fuck!~..."

With each bounce, she could feel the thick length of him sliding in and out of her, filling her completely with every stroke. Her perky tits jiggled with her every move, whilst her hips shook with a frantic urgency, driving herself onto him with an intensity that bordered on desperation. 

Oh god, it feels so good...

As Tzuyu's hips grew more erratic, she felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Rico's spanks landed on her ass repeatedly, igniting sparks of pleasure that danced along her skin.

*Smack!**Smack!**Smack!*

"That's it, baby, ride me like the little slut you are."

"Oh god...Daddy~ I'm... I'm close."

Her walls clenched around Rico's cock, milking him for all he was worth as she chased her peak. Just as she was about to cum, Rico suddenly took control. With a swift movement, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly against him as he took charge.

Tzuyu's moans turned into cries of ecstasy as Rico pounded into her pussy with relentless force. Her legs gave out beneath her, unable to support her weight as she was overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, lifting her off the bed repeatedly with the sheer force of his movements.

"Ahhh!~Ahhh!~Ahhh!~Ahhh!~ Fuck Dadddyyyy!~ Im cummiiiiing!"

As her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, her mouth hung open in a silent scream of ecstasy, her eyes squeezed shut in blissful surrender. He continued to pound her through her peak, prolonging her orgasm as long as he could.

As Tzuyu's high began to fade, she's left panting and exhausted against Rico's chest. She gasped, "Oh my god." She collapsed, totally spent.

Rico smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You're not done yet," he declared, hooking his arms under her legs and lifting her effortlessly off the bed.

Tzuyu's heart raced as he positioned her above him, guiding her onto his throbbing length. She moans as he fills her completely.

"Fuck," she breathed, her voice ragged and tired.

Rico's smirk widened as he began to move, dropping her pussy down to his big black cock. She clawed at his shoulders, her cries of pleasure mingling with his own groans.

"Mmph~ mmph~ You like that? Hngh~" Rico grunted, his grip on her tightening.

"Yes," Tzuyu gasped, her nails digging into his skin. "D-don't stop. P-Please."

With each drop onto Rico's cock, Tzuyu felt her pussy stretching around him, accommodating his girth with a delicious sensation of fullness. Her breath caught in her throat as her puckered ass stretched along with her pussy, gravity pulling her down his cock every time.

"Fuck," she gasped, her legs tensing, her toes pointed. She couldnt even speak. His hands gripped her ass as he impaled her again and again with relentless force. 

Her arms strained, threatening to give out as Rico pounded her mercilessly, his cock plunging deep inside her with every stroke. 

"Harder," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with need. "P-please fuck me harder daddy~"

Hearing her mewling pleas, Rico shifted their position, rotating her to face front before hooking his arms under Tzuyu's legs and locking his hands behind her neck.

The idol's eyes widened at the new position. She watched helplessly as he pounded into her, carried her like a ragdoll, impaling her once tight asian pussy over and over again with his big black cock.

"Uhhh~Uhhh~Ahhh~ god yes fuck me like that daddyyy~"

He used her like the fuckdoll that she is, pounding her till her head ached, till her sweat dripped down the floor, till his arms couldn't take anymore. Then, he tossed her back into the bed.

At this point, Tzuyu's breaths were deep and labored. Her hair stuck to her face, a sheen of sweat covered her entire body.

Rico pulled her towards him by her legs, the thighwanese too tired to care. 

"I'm not done with you yet, slut." 

His fingers intertwine with her toes, spreading her legs and pinning each leg on either side of her head. He lines up his big hard cock in her pussy and slams in, intent on breeding her. She feels his hard cock stretching her out as he pounds into her, making her moan and scream in pleasure.

"Ahn~! N-no! It's too good, Daddy!" Tzuyu cries out in Korean, her voice laced with pleasure and pain. Her ass and thighs ripple as she bounces on the bed from his powerful thrusts. "Please, fill me up! Fill up your little cum dump! More~ More~ Moreeee~!"

Rico grunts in response, his eyes locked onto Tzuyu's as he takes her in the mating press. 

"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" he growls, his fingers tightening around her toes. "You like feeling Daddy's big cock stretching you out?"

Tzuyu nods eagerly, her mouth open and drooling. "Yes, Daddy! I love it when you pound me like this! Nae~ More~ More~!" she cries out, her body shaking with every thrust.

As Rico continues to pound into Tzuyu, he commands her to play with her clit. "That's it, little cum dump," he growls. "Play with your clit while Daddy breeds you. I want to see you cumming all over my cock."

Tzuyu obeys, her fingers moving to her clit as she continues to bounce and moan beneath him. Her pussy squelches and queefs with each thrust, the pleasure building inside her until she can't take it anymore.

Her long, slender legs were quivering, her infamous thick thighs were trembling, her toes spread wide and curling as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming fuuuuckkk!"

"Oh god, I can't take it, Daddy!" she cries out in Mandarin. "Fuck, I'm squirting! Daddy, I'm squirting! cummin~ cummin~ cumming~! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!" Her body convulses as she comes, her pussy gushing with her juices.

Finally, Rico reaches his climax again and fills Tzuyu up with his hot cum. She screams out in pleasure, her body collapsing, shaking and continuously cumming.

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Elsewhere

"What do you mean you took her to the wrong place and you dont remember where? Huh?!" The godly voice of Jihyo rang throughout their shared hotel rooms, Jeongyeon barely holding her back.

"I-I w-was i-in a rush a-and I was stressed out. T-the navi app was acting u-up a-and she isn't answering our c-calls. Im sorry Jihyo Im sorry~!"

*BANG!*

A loud crash burst out the doors as an infuriated Nayeon marches up to him.

"I'll only ask you this one time. Where. Did. You. Drop. Our. Baby. Off. Ill give you one hour to find the place before I take this matter into my own hands."

She storms off with the rest of the Twice members in tow, each one of them seeking comfort from each other.

"Yeonnie~ let's just hope and pray that she's fine." Sana says as she takes Nayeon close and hugs her tight. The members find solace in each other, and a string of sniffs and solemn cries could be heard throughout the room.

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Meanwhile

The casting couch mansion was filled with a different cry. 

Tzuyu was used like a sex toy and was loving every moment of it. She was sprawled eagle on the bed, already having lost count on how many times she's squirted at this point, her brain a thoroughly fucked out mess. Her eyes are permanently rolled back to her head, while her tongue was just out.

She was bred in different positions, doggy, prone bone, cowgirl, you name it all. Not a part of her body was spared of being caked with sweat and spit and cum, while her pussy was squirting over and over again, but she was so fucked out that she couldn't even react.

A thick gooey line of cum could be found dripping from her pussy down her legs and ass, and her legs and feet were shaking like crazy.

Rico wasn't spared from the consequences as well. He layed spent on the floor, drained and dehydrated, when a knock pierced his door.

*Knock Knock*

When it opened, It showed his buddies, Mandingo, Jamal, Isaiah and Jax with smiles on their faces. As the door closes once more, the last scene one could see, was the 4 men stripping off their bathrobes and turning on another camera, pointing it on Tzuyu once again.

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i would LOVE to see what you do with “when will you learn?” for the prompt drabbles MWAH

All Rebecca had texted her mother that morning was, "Hope things are well [heart emoji]."

And then this shit.

"Again?! Mother, that's the third time this month."

"You know your father. He just gets a bit whimsical when things are going well."

"No. He's trying to buy you back. That's what he's doing."

"Well, they've all been lovely gifts!"

"Of course they are, mother. Because he's a miserable, shriveled up cock who thinks he can buy your affections because you let him get away with it."

"I'm not naive, Rebecca. I know exactly what kind of man your father is. You're the one who seems to need the reminder. Honestly, Sausage, when will you learn?"

"Argh!" Rebecca smashed at the middle finger emoji, the frustration only growing when she hit a pink heart instead and her handbag slipped out of her arms. "Shit!"

"Um. Everything alright?"

Rebecca swiveled on her heels; her coat slipped off, fluttering to the ground to join her handbag.

Standing next to his car, Jamie Tartt watched wide-eyed as his boss made a silly little fool of herself.

Perfect.

"Here, I can get that for you," he offered, already jogging towards her before she could respond.

Rebecca closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Thank you, Jamie. Sorry, this whole morning has been a disaster."

"Not a problem," he insisted. He picked up her coat and, in an oddly solicitous gesture, gave it a little shake before holding it and her handbag out towards her with a formal, "Here you go, Ms. Welton."

"Rebecca, please," Rebecca corrected out of habit. She shuffled the items in her arm, trying to figure out how to free a hand. She had her keys, her scarf, a briefcase-styled handbag that she hadn't had the time to swap out that morning but that didn't work with the outfit she had on, her gym bag because Keeley insisted they move Pilates to after lunch this week, a to-go cup she'd impulsively asked the driver to stop for-

Her phone dinged. She jumped, nearly dropping the whole lot of it on the ground. "Shit."

"Do you need to get that?" asked Jamie. As if anticipating standing in for her coatrack, he carefully clutched her coat and the handbag that did work with her outfit against his chest. It did not match his iconography at all.

Rebecca waved him off. Flicking her phone over to silent, she complained, "No, no. My mother's just lost her fucking mind this morning."

She attempted to juggle everything again. Eventually, she noticed the silence. When she looked up, she found him staring at her uncomprehendingly.

The thing was that between Keeley's love of girl talk and the promotional materials Jamie regularly did for the club, Rebecca had an entire encyclopedia of knowledge about him stored in her head that she'd never even asked for. Jamie Tartt. Richmond's newly returned striker. Debuted at eighteen. Preferred whites over reds, evening showers, and knew a surprising amount about high-end cars. He also, somehow, regretted none of his tattoos.

It just felt like she already knew him.

Meanwhile back in reality, they'd only spoken a handful of times, and most of that had been contract negotiations and welcome schmoozing.

Probably not a good icebreaker then- maligning one's own mother at half-eight in the morning.

"Not that I speak to her like that," said Rebecca, the need to defend herself overriding any foot-to-mouth filters. "She's just been going through a rough patch with my father, and I think she's being stupid."

Well done, Stinky.

"Right. Um." He opened his mouth. Closed it. Held his arms out and asked, "Do you want help carrying all this in then?"

Gratitude filled her chest at the change of subject.

"Yes. That would be lovely, thank you."

Jamie smiled, lips and opinions kept tightly to himself. He popped off ahead of her to grab the door. With one more glance down at her phone, Rebecca found that at least one heart had flung free, sailing itself into her mother's waiting arms.

Her mum had sent one back in return.

The walk up to her office passed in relatively painless silence. She'd always assumed -- from the everything she knew about him -- that Jamie would be more of a talker. But then in the handful of months since he'd returned to Richmond on a permanent basis, he'd made himself eager to please and keen not to make waves with anyone whose name wasn't Roy Kent.

This was bad news for Rebecca, who personally could have used a small wake to clear the embarrassment lingering in the air. Where was Ted when you needed him?

Driven by mad compulsion and lack of Lasso, she found herself volunteering, "Really, I normally get on with my mother."

"It's alright, Ms. Welton. You don't have to explain anything to me," he answered. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. Then with a small grin, his eyes flicked towards her. "Besides, I wouldn't want to be judged on how I talk to my parents either. Doesn't make sense to judge anybody else on how they talk to theirs, you know?"

"Ooh, I like that. That's practically wisdom." She offered him her own commiserating smile. "I take it you don't get on with yours?"

Jamie shifted like he was about to put his hands in his pockets, only to remember at the last moment that he was actively carrying stuff. He settled for a half-hearted shrug. "I do with my mum, yeah. When I see her, that is."

"Does she live in Manchester?"

Jamie snorted. His eyes lit up. "Always. She'll never move either. Won't even let me buy her a new house or nothing. I tried to surprise her with a new car a while ago, and she asked me how I thought I'd be getting back to London with two cars."

"She sounds like a firecracker."

A fond smile broke out across his face, only to be reeled back in, dulled down into something wistful. "Yeah. She- yeah, she's great."

Without any flourish, he stepped ahead to open a door for her. She could see what Keeley meant when she described him as 'thoughtlessly sweet.' When he wasn't trying to push people's buttons, he was easy to like.

Not that he'd ever tried to push hers. Oh, no- she just hadn't liked him because Rupert had liked him.

Her heart stirred. That kind of behaviour she wasn't proud of anymore.

Pushing down the emotion knotting in her throat, she asked, "Does she have any plans to come see you play at any of our upcoming matches?"

"Nah," Jamie huffed. "No plans for any upcoming matches, no."

"Well then perhaps you should invite her." When he turned towards her with a question written in his furrowed, handsome face, she elaborated, "You know we always have spare tickets set aside for friends and family."

"I do know that, yeah." His eyes darted away from her. Some of the excitement faded from his expression. "Really, I appreciate the offer, but she doesn't come out to my games in Manchester either. She's good with catching me on TV when she can."

All signs indicated that she had hit a sore spot. She shouldn't interfere. Really, that would be the height of hypocrisy- her telling anyone what they should or shouldn't do about their parents. But with her hand gripped tight around the heart in her phone-

She was trying to do better.

Her mother had chosen gladly to stay in the ivory tower her father built. Rebecca might not be able to talk her into coming down, but perhaps she could convince Jamie not to leave closed a door that served him better open.

So she pressed, "How about you invite her to our semifinal match at Wembley?"

He froze up next to her.

"I know that we're playing against your old club, but really, it's a huge accomplishment for the team to have made it this far, and we wouldn't have done it without you," she told him bluntly. His ears caught pink. Emboldened, she continued, "And even if she doesn't care for football, I'm sure she'd love to see you. You can make a special occasion of it. Treat her to a night in London. I know two weeks is rather short notice, but I'm sure Higgins can help arrange some wonderful accommodations-"

"That's not going to happen," he cut her off sharply.

No. No, it wasn't a door at all. Rebecca knew that icy chill. For more than five years, she'd wake to find it haunting the cracks of her reflection in the mirror. Attention focused his straight ahead, not from awkwardness at the situation but in pure dismissal. Every one of Jamie's expressive features was schooled in position of bland indifference, a perfectly sculpted shell made out of a person.

Tower or not, he dawned his armour all the same.

"My apologies," she spoke softly. "I shouldn't have pushed."

They continued their walk up the stairs in silence.

When they arrived, he held up her coat and bag and asked in a nonchalant tone that bordered on boredom, "So where do you want these, then?"

It was exactly the attitude she'd expected from him at the start. Disappointment crawled into her chest and made a home.

"Right there on the tree by the door is fine," she sighed.

His brow furrowed. "Right there by the what- woah." He took a step back, eyeing her coat rack tree up and down appraisingly. "Nice. That's fucking mint, that is. You've got good taste."

A sharp laugh escaped her. "Why thank you. I happen to think so as well."

He hung her bag up. Then, gingerly, he arranged her coat on the other, smoothing out any wrinkles.

Guilt and care made for a strong mix at half eight in the morning. It would take a crueler person than her to leave things on such a sour note when he'd been nothing but darling company before she opened her mouth.

Willing to make a fool of herself one more time, Rebecca called out before he could leave- "Jamie."

He halted, already halfway out the door.

"I- apologise, if my earlier remark made you uncomfortable. I truly didn't mean for it. I only meant to say that-"

She took a step towards him. He stepped back, one foot out of the office.

Her heart felt positively chilled.

"The door is always open," she finished, defeat numbing her ears to her own pitch. Nonetheless, she perserved, determined to say her part even if the wind stole it away. "If you ever do change your mind, talk to Higgins. He'll see to it that she's treated like a VIP. Anyone important to you is important to this club."

A shadow crossed over his face; some dark presence moving in the tower just out of sight.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said cautiously. Then, as simple as snapping his fingers, he closed back up. The armour latched shut, and in it's place was the usual cocky arrogance -- the one she found herself growing reluctantly fond towards. He gave her a wave. "Thanks, Ms. Welton. You've been a help."

She frowned. Gathering the only name she'd never shared with disappointment to her chest, she shouted after him, "It's Rebecca!"

He was already gone, the sound of his footsteps on the stairs the only response.

#please someone take this away from me #I started this before I got sick and since then I don't know if I've recovered enough to word correctly #anyways #here's wonderwall #and by wonderwall I mean #Rebecca and Jamie have a brief discussion about mums #(while dads linger in the shadows) #rebecca welton #jamie tartt #ted lasso #ted lasso fic #writing prompt #technically #whump prompt #thought nothing super whumpy came from it #whoops

[amphibiahawks321]

Hi I love your content, I just read the one where the reader's parents meet beidou and ninguanng and I got inspired,imagine a similar one but with raiden(or Furina if you prefer)where the parents are freaking out and kneeling because their son's girlfriend is literally a God

[DING!🍪]

F/N : Dear don't you think you're going a bit... overboard?

[Pulls out the baking tray from the oven]

M/N : What do you mean?

[Reveals a BUNCH of food on the table]

[F/N raise his eyebrow]

M/N : Ok fine I got the message but I just want our Y/N's new girlfriend to feel comfortable!

F/N : By making her go to a food coma?

M/N : Oh come on it's not that bad! I haven't even made the apple pie yet!

[KNOCK KNOCK]

F/N : Well your apple has to wait cause they have arrived

M/N : Ah! They're here!

[Meanwhile outside the door]

Y/N : Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man Oh man-....

[Taps his shoulder]

Raiden : Are you ok?

Y/N : I'm fine! Totally fine! I'm just gonna tell my own parents that I'm dating the almighty shogun..... OH GOSH IM FREAKING OUT!

[Caress both of his cheek]

Raiden : Dear you need to calm down I'm sure they'll understand

Y/N : Understand that I'm dating a freaking archon and especially the almighty shogun!?

[kiss his cheek]

Raiden : I promise you my sweets if things go south I'll try my very very best to reason with them

Y/N : [Calming down] Y-yeah.... Y-your right

Raiden : And I already heard a lot of great things about your parents from you

Y/N : Y-yeah

Y/N : B-but! What if they suddenly died from being too shocked?!

Raiden : I doubt that they would die from being too shocked dear....... Ok maybe one of them would faint on the ground [Chuckles]

Y/N : PFFTT- you got that right [Chuckles]

Y/N : O-ok

[Grabs the door knob]

Y/N : i-i can do this...

[Holds his shoulder]

Raiden : I'll wait for the signal?

Y/N : Yeah...

[Kiss his cheek]

Raiden : You got this dear

[Winks at him]

[Y/N blushes a little]

Y/N : T-thanks.... Ok let's do this

[OPENS DOOR]

M/N : Y/N!

Y/N : Mom!

[Hugs her tightly]

Y/N : I miss you so much!

F/N : Woah woah! No hugs for me?

Y/N : Dad!

[Hugs him tightly]

[M/N breaks the hug between them]

M/N : Ok enough hugging for both of us, I WANNA MEET MY ANGEL'S LITTLE GIRLFRIEND!

Y/N : Y-yeah she's outside r-right now

F/N : Well are you just gonna let her outside or are you gonna let her in?

Y/N : Wait!

Y/N : M-mom dad i-..... Wow what is that delicious Smell?

[Looks at the table]

Y/N : WHAT THE!? Mom why is there so much food? There's almost not anymore space left on the table

M/N : Ok maaaaaaaybe I got a little overboard

Y/N : Dad you're supposed to keep her away from the kitchen you know what she's like!

F/N : O-ok fine yes I should've done that but she said she was gonna make just a little buffet

Y/N : And you believed her?

F/N : ......yes

[Y/N thought 💭]

Dang Raiden is seriously gonna enjoy this...

Y/N : Ok enough of the food

Y/N : M-mom dad please don't judge her when she enters...

M/N : Wow! What do you take both of us for? Some kind of Thugs?

F/N : Yeah we don't care if she's different as long as you're happy with her we're ok with anything

Y/N : O-ok..... Raiden you can come in now!

F/N & M/N : Raiden?

[Raiden enters the house]

Raiden : It's a huge pleasure meeting you Mr. F/N and Ms. M/N

Y/N : S-surprise?

M/N : ....

F/N : ....

Y/N : are you guys ok-

M/N & F/N : THE ALMIGHTY SHOGUN?!!!!?!

[Both of them IMMEDIATELY kneels down]

M/N : i-it's a h-huge h-honor m-meeting you a-almighty s-shogun!

F/N : B-but may w-we ask what i-is the a-almighty s-shogun doing here e-exactly?

Raiden : [Giggles] No need for kneeling down both of your presence is already enough

F/N : B-but a-again what A-are you d-doing h-here?

Raiden : [Giggles] it's like what your son said

[F/N & M/N looks at Y/N completely shocked]

[Y/N walked up next to Raiden]

Y/N : M-mom D-dad m-meet my girlfriend R-raiden shogun...

F/N : ....

M/N : ....

[F/N fainted]

Y/N : Oh no!

[20 minutes later after Y/N's dad woke up from the faint]

Y/N and Raiden Explains to M/N and F/N how they both met and how both them start to date because they both always feel so Giddy when they both are with each other the first time they interact (Y/N had to explain it to them for 50 minutes)

F/N : Oh my gosh...

M/N : Y-you can say that again

Y/N : A-are you g-guys o-ok with t-this?

F/N : ..............ABSOLUTELY!

M/N : ..............ABSOLUTELY!

[Raiden and Y/N looked at them eyes widened]

Y/N : ok if I'm being honest I thought we needed to be more convincing...

Raiden : Agreed...

Y/N : A-are you sure? You're not gonna be mad?

F/N : my son is dating an archon how can I be mad?! This is incredible!

M/N : I know right!

F/N : D-does the almighty-

Raiden : oh no need to call me with such formal you can just call me Raiden

F/N : O-ok Ummmm R-raiden how much would you say you love our son?

Raiden : With my whole life sir the first time I met Y/N he completely changed my life whenever I'm around him I always feel so....... Comfortable

[Y/N blushes]

Y/N : •////﹏////•

M/N : AWWWWWW!

[F/N whispers to M/N excitedly]

The almighty shogun just called me sir

M/N : s-so almight- I-i mean shogun can we both trust you with our son?

Raiden : Absolutely! I will protect and love your son with all my heart Ms. M/N

F/N : I-i guess it's Settled then

Raiden : Excuse me for my manner but since I enter your house I can't help but smell something delicious

M/N : O-oh! Right!

[She shows Raiden and Y/N the table full of food]

Y/N & F/N : Oh dear....

[Meanwhile Raiden mouth is drooling from the sight of the food ESPECIALLY! Those 8 dango on the plate]

M/N : Well what are we waiting for?! Let's dig in!

[Half an hour later, Raiden and Y/N are outside ready to leave to take their leave]

M/N : Remember to always call us ok?

Y/N : Yes mom

M/N : And remember to always visit us when you have the chance alright? Also bring Raiden with you cause she is gonna be surprised how many dango's I'll make

Y/N : [Chuckles] Alright mom I promise

[Hugs M/N and F/N]

Y/N : Bye guys me and Raiden will visit whenever we can

F/N : [chuckles] You better

Y/N : Bye mom Bye dad!

Raiden : We'll definitely visit you guys again everytime we have the chance!

F/N & M/N : Bye!

........

F/N : .......Ok it's your turn to faint

[M/N immediately fainted but F/N luckily catches her]

#male reader #reader x genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #raiden shogun x reader #raiden shogun #reader x raiden shogun

[rubyuji]

Restless (Lee Chan) ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ ☕️

“OK enough, as far as I know, you know way more about me than I do about you. So, tell me about yourself?” 𓂃 ࣪˖

Genre: Fluff (this is just the sweetest thing ever, I can’t)

AU: Nonidol!au, College!au

Pairing: Dino x afab!reader

Warnings: none

Synopsis: After a week of traveling for school, Chan was ready to get home and crash onto his bed for the weekend. The problem? He was locked out for the night as his parents and younger brother had gone to visit their relatives on short notice, so he turned to his only option, you.

Note: Another recycled fic from my drafts that I never really finished ;; I’m popping out fics left and right atp but this one has a lack of proofreading and editing. Happy reading again guys, don’t forget to like + reblog!

Word Count: 2.8k

“Bye Ms Kim! Bye, everyone! It was so nice to be with you all in Japan, until our next competition. You all did well” Chan bowed toward his teachers and fellow students as he left the bus, bag slung over his shoulder.

Once he was on the pavement, Chan sighed and hastily walked into his building, ready to pass out on his bed. He clicks the elevator button to the floor he lives on while fidgeting with the new keychain he had bought as a souvenir. The ride was taking longer than usual for some reason.

When the elevator dinged, indicating that he had arrived, Chan eagerly stepped out and headed for the door of his family’s apartment. Instead of him being able to open it easily with the password, the lock buzzes and the sound causes Chan to frown in confusion. Did his family decide to change the house code while he was away?

As Chan was about to try one more time, his brother had texted him about how they had gone to see family and forgot he would arrive that day, adding that wouldn’t be back until the next morning.

Seeing this, Chan runs a hand through his hair and huffs. He was so ready to get the rest he badly needed until an idea came to mind.

Chan turns towards the apartment next to his family’s and grins, you were probably home, right? A girl who was his age, living independently next to his family, probably wouldn’t have many places to be, so he tried the last bit of his luck.

You hear your doorbell ring and wonder who would be at your door late into the evening. As per your paranoid self, you bring a knife to the door, being a girl and living alone with her cat wasn’t exactly the ideal situation to be in, especially at this hour.

You hesitantly peek into your peephole and your jaw falls slack as you struggle to open the door. What the hell was Chan doing at your doorstep? You thought his family would be at home like usual, the Lee family never really went anywhere and would often invite you over so this came as a surprise.

“Chan? That’s new, what brings you here?” You squint at the boy and he chuckles awkwardly, a hand scratching his cheek.

He had his backpack still on his back and a small stroller next to him, he looked like he had just come back from the airport. ‘Oh, I forgot he flew to Japan last week for a dance competition,’ you thought to yourself.

“My family forgot about me arriving today and left to go see my relatives without me, so uh, I had no other option? Unless you’re uncomfortable with me staying for a night, I can just call up one of my friends to let me crash at theirs” Chan cringed at his own words.

Seungkwan lived an hour outside the main city and Vernon lived in a one-bedroom apartment that barely had anything but a bed and a place for his pet iguana. Mingyu was at his sister’s place, and Soonyoung had gone with his family, the house already cramped enough with two grown kids and their parents. He genuinely had no other option.

“What? No, it’s fine. I’ve known you and your family since the day I moved in, it’s the least I can do since you guys have been nice to me. Now come in,” You moved aside so Chan could shuffle in, and in his head, he made a mental note to thank you later when he wasn’t as tired from the jet lag.

You helped him move his things into the guest room before getting him settled. He looked exhausted, and as much as your crush on the boy had started to take in how adorable he was, you couldn’t afford to scare him off when he seemed like he had no other place to go.

“You can use the shower, I have extra products for guests in the second drawer so you’re free to use that as you like. I was making dinner so you’re also welcome to join me in case you haven’t eaten yet. Make yourself at home,” You offered Chan a shy smile and the boy felt his heart skip a beat. Have you always been that pretty?

Chan snapped himself out of his daze and nodded before smiling back at you. “Thanks, I seriously owe you a lot for letting me stay the night. I’m sorry for coming up on short notice,” he says bashfully. You were very kind and the fact that you even offered him dinner was crazy enough as it is.

“Hey, it’s no biggie. I don’t have guests over that often so it’s nice to have someone around now and then. Call this our first unofficial sleepover if you will,” You laugh and Chan can’t help but feel flustered around you. You were so calm despite everything, it was almost impressive to him.

You put your hands together and excuse yourself, making Chan stand up and smile at you once more before you leave the room.

“Towels are in that cabinet under the desk, I think you already have the password here since it’s just my cat’s name in lowercase letters,” Chan once again nods as he watches your figure disappear into the rest of the apartment.

The silence welcomes Chan as he turns to observe every inch of the room. It was very minimal with a simple white desk, a few pictures on display, and two candles off to the side. A white double-door closet stood at the opposite end of the bed, a plant in a gray pot right next to it.

A part of the wall had postcards from places he assumed you had gone to, as well as some awards from your school. It was nice how the room still had a few elements of you in it despite it being a guest room, he would’ve never known that you had topped your class or that you had been to France.

Grabbing a towel from the cabinet and some clothes from his bag, Chan then made his way over to your bathroom. As he was passing the kitchen, he saw your back and got a whiff of whatever you were making for dinner. It smelled like meat and ramyeon, something he had missed dearly during his entire trip to Japan.

Chan enters the bathroom quietly to avoid distracting you and looks at how organized everything is, noting that the room itself is also well-lit.

‘Maybe I should take a selfie in here later,’ he thought while checking himself in the mirror, only to grimace at his appearance shortly after. He looked beat despite the flight only being three hours.

You hear the shower turn on from the outside and continue to finish up plating the food, your cat rubbing herself against you as you bend down to pet her.

“It’s a bit weird, but you don’t mind having him around right?” Luna meows as if saying ‘Not at all’ and you chuckle.

“Well Luna, you already know how much I talk about him and it’s no surprise,” you tell your cat in a whisper. The shower halts and you bring the food to the coffee table in front of your TV, turning Netflix on while waiting for Chan.

“Oh, no way! Ramyeon and meat? You made this for me?” You hear Chan say dramatically as he clutches his chest. The reaction causes you to laugh as the boy plops himself on the couch beside you.

Seeing Chan in your peripheral almost made you choke on your bowl because of how good he looked. He was wearing a white shirt and grey sweats, so simple yet he looked godly.

“Not for you but I made extra ok! Wash the dishes with me at least since you still are technically a guest,” you joke.

Chan hums without another word and that was when you choked on your food. Wow, it was that easy? You thought you were going crazy. He looks at you oddly and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry, I was shocked at how you agreed so quickly,” Chan laughed at your words before taking in the last bit of food on his plate, collecting all the dishes once you leaned back on the couch and sighed in contentment.

“Y/n, you said you’d do the dishes with me!” Chan whined from the kitchen. After opening your eyes and huffing, you then make your way into the kitchen and see Chan’s back in front of the sink.

“I have a dishwasher by the way, we can just rinse these off and put them in,” you say as a matter of fact.

Chan turns toward you with a huff and watches you open the space beside him, seeing you put in the rest of the dishes and turning them on.

“Remind me never to do dishes over here ever again” Chan frowns, a pout set on his lips as you wipe your hands dry.

“I’m honestly way too bored to watch something right now, do you mind just chatting for a bit? I’m too full,” the two of you walk into the living room once again before the boy hums with a smile. You sit on the couch and throw a blanket over the two of you.

Chan shifts to make himself more comfortable, suddenly noticing a very obvious lump under the blanket that slowly starts making its way toward you. “Luna, what did I say about hiding under the blanket? You’re so naughty.”

Grabbing your cat from under the covers, you then put her on top of your lap, her blue eyes staring straight into Chan’s soul. “Does she always stare? Her eyes are very, blue. It’s like she’s staring straight through me” he says, and takes a closer look at your cat.

“Sorry about her, I haven’t had anyone over in weeks so Luna’s fascinated by a new presence at the house” You giggle while petting her. Chan feels his heart do flips, seeing you in your most natural state made him fall for you just a tad bit more if that was even possible.

“Anyway, where have you been? Your parents told me you were in Japan or something. How was it there?” You grin.

You had been to Japan quite a few times, from what Chan could tell. If he could vaguely remember, one of the postcards in your room said Osaka and Kyoto, even Kobe.

“Ah yeah, we had our most recent competition there, it was great. A lot of sightseeing and whatnot for the most, I wish I went outside of Tokyo but we couldn’t leave so I had to settle with just exploring the city,” Chan breathes out, recalling the memories he made with his friends Yeonjun and Changbin.

“That sounds so cool! I’ve been to Tokyo loads of times and honestly, city life is way too busy for me. I think visiting the more provincial areas is great if you want the feeling of peace.” Chan noticed a bit of a distant look in your eyes and wondered if you were thinking about your memories in Japan as well.

Luna suddenly meows and jumps onto Chan’s lap, causing the two of you to jolt up out of surprise. “Huh, she’s usually weary of everyone. This is a first for her,” you say with a soft smile.

Chan pets Luna with a soft smile on his face, the image making your heart flutter. It was impossible to contain your crush on the male any longer after everything that happened, hell, even your cat liked him as much as you did.

“Well, hi there Luna. You’re adorable and look just like your owner. Y/n, you legitimately like your cat, she’s like a mini clone of yours.” Your cheeks heat up at Chan’s stare, the male looking between you and the cat as his eyes linger a bit too long on you.

“OK enough, as far as I know, you know way more about me than I do about you. So, tell me about yourself?” Chan says after a minute of silence.

You jolt at his voice and look at him with an awkward smile. There wasn’t much to say about yourself if you were being honest, you couldn’t gauge anything interesting enough to tell the boy.

“I can’t think of anything, I’m a pretty boring person,” Chan frowns at your words. Boring? That didn’t seem right to him, there was probably more to you than you think, he just had to get it out of you somehow.

“Are you sure? Y/n, you’ve gone to Japan and a lot of other countries, judging from your guest bedroom alone, and I think that’s interesting enough as it is.” You blush at Chan’s words, this was the first time someone had ever asked about you, and you felt grateful towards him.

“Thank you, Chan, that’s honestly super sweet of you to say. I just traveled a lot from a young age since I was offered the opportunity to, but for now, I’m just taking a break from it all. Moving to different places in such a fast-paced environment becomes exhausting once you get older,” You play with your hands and recall every single place you’ve been to.

Traveling and moving was all you had ever known since early childhood, due to your parents moving around a lot because of their jobs and because they were always just super busy people in general. One day, you just got so used to all of it that settling down for the first time in college felt foreign to you.

“That’s honestly really cool, I’ve only ever known the practice room and the music so dancing is like my version of that. Now that I was offered the opportunity to travel, I didn’t realize it would be so overwhelming, especially as a first-timer.” Chan smiles comfortingly.

He truly admired you a lot. After getting a feel of what your life was like, before settling down into one place, he was intrigued by your way of life. How things worked after you had gotten used to it all, and how you coped with the amount of change you were faced with.

“I guess we still do have quite a lot to learn from each other then. You have a lot to tell me, and I think that’s very clear based on our current ordeal.” Chan laughs.

You shrug your shoulders and throw him a sheepish smile. No one had ever been curious about you, or how you lived your life, unlike how Chan did. It felt refreshing to be able to share your life experiences and what you had gone through with someone who listened.

Sure, you did have your friends who were also curious about you, and that's how your friendships even came to be, but Chan was different.

You always thought you’d only have a few chance encounters with the boy next door, but you never thought you’d have him sitting beside you on your couch as you go over your life with him.

“I never really got the chance to talk about my life as much, but you were willing to listen to me like it was nothing. If I continue yapping though, we’d take forever and I don’t want to keep you up any longer since you are still tired from your flight,” You say, and look at Chan beside you.

A pout stays on his face, but he had totally forgotten about the jet lag and how badly he wanted to just pass out after spending time with you.

Chan truly couldn’t get enough of you, and he starts to feel a crush blooming in his chest, not like he had one already, he just never acted on his feelings towards you.

“Don’t be like that, I live next door so you’re technically welcome to come over anytime. Now go on, I’ll let you rest up. I’ll be in my room if you need me ok? Goodnight Chan,” You tilt your head a bit as you greet him goodnight, and Chan swears he felt his heart melt right at that very moment. It didn't help that your adorable cat was rubbed up against your leg too.

“I will, thanks again for letting me stay Y/n. Goodnight, sleep well,” Chan breathes out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. You grin and turn in the direction of your room, Luna following closely behind you.

Chan was restless when he came but with your presence alone, it seems like he could stay up for a whole week if he could.

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[nctsplug02]

hello ash! big fan of ur work :)) could i get a reader waiting until marriage but jaehyun can't help but get dirty fantasies of her? thank u <333

his dirty fantasies jeong.j

genre: fluff and suggestive.. more leaning towards smut..

warnings: dirty imagines, oral sex (both f and m receiving), innocent reader, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, fingering, finger sucking, mentions of needles and mentions of doctor role play.

your heart thuds, beating in your ears as the love of your life preaches his speech on one knee.

“…will you marry—?” you cut him off by kissing him. “yes, i will, you idiot! now get off your knees and put that ring on my finger!” he quickly gets on his feet and hugs your waist, pressing his lips down on yours. “god, i love you!” he moans into the kiss.

yeeeeeaaaahhh, that was two years ago.

you and jaehyun have been engaged for two years straight. yet, no sexual contact.. ever. but, the sexual tension is always there.

your amazing fiancée has been there since day one, ever since you were involved in a hit n’ run. he called an ambulance and stayed with you the whole time until you recovered.

“uh.. hey, when you’re discharged.. would you maybe like to go on a date?” the heart monitor increases when hearing him finally ask you out. “i— i’d love to.” you answer, lips twitching.

now, he’s laying across from you with a fake bandage on his forehead. his nieces and nephews running around to you and him both in doctor outfits with doctor tools.

DING DING!

jaehyun lifts his head and looks over at you when you tap on your bell. “oh, doctors! please help me!” your voice wails as you act and cough.

“we’re on our way, ms y/n!” the five giggly children run to you, leaving jaehyun alone. “someone has to watch mr jae!” someone demands and three of the little ones run towards jaehyun who groans in pain.

“what seems to be the problem, ms y/n?” a little voice asks you while slapping their gloves on. “my throat really hurts, please fix it doctors!” you give them a frown and they grab things around them.

“get the needles! n—no! the.. the sticks!” the little boy scrambles around the living room and shrieks when finding the can of sticks. “take it! take it!” he tosses it to the little girl who yelps when it smacks her in the face.

you choke back a laugh when she grumbles. “ms y/n, could you please stick out your tongue.” jaehyuns eyes move to you as he hears the soft demand. “yes, ma’am.” you clear your throat and you stick your tongue out.

“fuck..” jaehyun soft mutters under his breath and bites his lip. “gah,” he shakes his head at the sudden thoughts just spreading through his mind.

“oh, no! something’s happening to mr jae!” the three yelp and spring into action. but, jaehyun stays spaced out.

his thoughts lure him to.. fantasy. dirty fantasy.

“open wide, baby.” he holds the back of your head and his cock above your tongue. “you want it?” you nod and he scoffs. he bends his knees and allows his dick to slip onto your tongue. “mmm,” he hisses and bites down on his bottom lip. “good job, baby.” he lets go of your head and allows you to bob your head. “taking me in like a good girl.” you close your eyes before a bright light makes you disappear.

“ah—?!” jaehyun yanks his head to the side and hisses in pain. “shi— mm,” he massages his eyes and heaves before pulling away to see what made him go blind.

“and, uncle— mr jae is back.” the boy says and turns off his flashlight. “did you—?” the boy nods with a hum before jaehyun can finish. “and, no bad words, mr jae! or, i’ll have you kicked out!” the little girl scolds the man. “yes ma’am, i’m sorry.” he clears his throat and looks over at you when hearing you snicker.

jaehyun holds you close as he makes his way off the dance floor. “guys,” jaehyun shouts over the blaring music. “y/n and i are gonna head home— someone spilled their drink on her.” he explains and you show his friends the wet area on your dress.

“noooo,” the girls whine and rush over to you. “don’t go just yet! the party hasn’t even started!” they pull you away from jaehyun. “please, y/n! please,” they give you puppy eyes and pouts.

“i have an extra dress in my car, let’s go get it and we can fix you up, yeah?” you bite your lip before giving in.

johnnys girlfriend and yutas girlfriend leads you outside and to johnnys car. “pink or green, take your pick.” amy holds up two dresses. “uh, pink?” she tosses you the neon pink dress at you. “alright, girl. hop in the car and take your clothes off.” you hesitate before amy shoves you into the car.

KNOCK KNOCK!

the car door opens making you shriek and cover your chest. “don’t forget to leave your panties.” lori shouts into the car before slamming the door shut.

“leave my panties?” you ask yourself confused before slipping off your undies.

you swing the car door open and step out to see lori and amy waiting. “ahhh!” they shriek at your appearance. “you look so amazing and sexy!” you flush at their compliments. “wait,” lori makes amy pause. “she needs.. makeup.” you go to protest but they cheer and giggle.

amy digs in the car and finds her makeup bag. she and lori applies blush, mascara, lashes and lip gloss. “smack your lips together.” you smack your lips together as she screws the cap back on. “beautiful, now you’re ready to go.” amy slams the car door shut and lori leads you inside with amy behind you.

“guys,” you shout over the music. “my lips are kind of buzzing?” lori laughs loudly over the music. “it’s plumbing lip gloss, it’ll be gone soon.” finally, you and the girls reach the table filled with shot glasses and men.

“look at that gorgeous women!” johnny shouts and suddenly, multiple eyes are on you.

you look towards jaehyun and he’s stunned. he blinked repeatedly and held a sideways grin.

“hi,” you mouth before walking over to him. he holds your waist and leans down, “you look gorgeous.” jaehyun says into your ear before pressing a kiss on your cheek.

gorgeous was one word, but the dirty words and fantasies he had in his mind definitely said more then gorgeous.

“thanks— wow, my lips are on fire.” you hiss and bite down on your tongue. “why? what’s wrong?” he lifts your chin and examines your lips under the flashing lights. “amy and lori put plumping lip gloss on me so, it’s.. plumping the hell out of my lips.”

he licks his lips and imagines the dirty things he’d do with your pretty plumped lips. your lips around his tip and sucking him off so gently. and that dress.. that dress. the dress hugged your body tightly and showed your breasts off nicely. jaehyun wanted to drag you to the bathroom and wanted to bend you over the sink and push up your dress. he wanted to pound you roughly while you watched in the mirror all while looking fucked.

no, snap out of it. - the “innocent” mind of jaehyun.

you put a hand on his cheek. “and, lori made me take my underwear off so.. it’s a bit uncomfortable.” he watches you squirm your legs around. “and, i have to take a seat.” you laugh and push him away.

the sound of giggles erupt from you and the tiny child in front of you. “..okay, now, stick your pinky out.” you show the four year old how to hold the tiny tea cup. “mm..” she sticks her tongue out to the side and attempts to stick her pinky out.

“auntie, why can’t i do it?” you set your cup down and she follows. “no, no— hold it. auntie will help.” she picks her cup back up and allows you to help her stick her pinky out.

then her ring finger pokes out. “i..” she looks up at you with big bug eyes. “that works? you did it!” you clap and she quickly looks down and goofily grins. “i did it! thank you, auntie!”

“aren’t they just so cute bonding together?” johnny asks watching his daughter and you bond. “i never knew y/n and riley would get along more than your new girlfriend does with riley.” johnny deadpans at jaehyun who looks away.

“anyway— are you and y/n ever gonna have kids yet? or are you guys at least trying?” jaehyun shakes his head with a soft chuckle. “we won’t be trying for a.. while.”

johnny sputters. “for a while? what, no sexual chemistry?” of course, there is sexual chemistry… you just aren’t ready yet. “obviously there’s sexual chemistry, but.. y/n just isn’t ready to do it yet.”

jaehyun zones out when johnny starts speaking, again. he watches as you and johnnys daughter laugh together.

jaehyun imagines you pregnant— with his baby. with swollen breasts and a swollen belly. your fragile body laying chest down and ass up, weak and fucked out after being held down and fucked for hours straight. his cum leaking out of your hole while you twitch and groan in pain and pleasure. jaehyuns hard and ready for another round but you can’t do it, too weak and too used. “you can take another round, baby.” he whispers, already slipping his tip past your cunt. ignoring the whimpers and pleads from you as you push back to meet his slow thrusts.

“—dude?” johnny pokes jaehyuns cheeks. “huh?” jaehyun shakes his head and looks down at his lap. “i—?” jaehyun crosses his legs and clears his throat.

“penny for your thoughts?” jaehyun looks at you and riley. “eh,” he shrugs softly. “just.. can’t wait to start a family with y/n.” johnny teases jaehyun when a grin grows on his face and the tip of his ears then red.

and he also couldn’t wait to do the dirtiest things to you once married.

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[nyxindustries]

After Class | Tony Stark

Fandom: MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Tony Stark x Female Reader, Young Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors Do NOT interact, sexual intercoirse, slight praise kink, slight rough sex kink, first date, fast burn, slight intoxication. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) Oral Sex, V in P, (Female receiving ) Explicit Content, Explicit Language.

| Part 2 | - This is a request from my old account, that I no longer unfortunately have. Hope whoever requested this gets back to you.-

Staring at the man in front of you, holding a rose as he got soaking wet with the rain pouring down. He held a single rose in his hand, a giant smile, a question you couldn’t bear to understand but your stomach leaped with your heartbeat a thousand times faster.

“T-Tony….what are you asking me?” You ask quietly, staring at your college classmates and lab buddy in and out of class.

“Go on a date with me, tonight. We just finish class and We both live off campus, it’ll be fun.” Tony pleads to you, making you laugh softly.

“Tony, you're getting all wet, and why should I go on a date with you? Seems like you hate me most of the time!” You jokingly say, almost thinking it’s a joke, as you cover him with your umbrella, making him smile a bit.

You’ll confess it, you love Tony with all your heart, but he couldn’t have possibly liked you back, so many girls are on him all day and every day because of his money or his looks.

Not only that, you weren’t like that, you didn’t care for his money or his looks, at first, you didn’t even like him at all because of the way he acted, but then he became your lab partner. You love him.

“I don’t hate you…even if I like teasing you. I don’t. Ms. Y/n I like you a lot, so go on a date with me” he says, and you smile softly, staring at him with a massive smile now.

“Okay! I like you too. Tonight.” You say as you gingerly take the fresh rose that has water droplets dropping, and you smelled it, smelling the freshness of the rose making you smile more.

“I’ll pick you up from your house, we’ll go to dinner and see where the night takes us. How does that sound?” He says, and you agree quickly.

“Great! I’ll see you tonight!” He says as places a gentle kiss on your cheek and then walks away in the rain, leaving you there.

—

Being dressed in a cute black dress and wedges as you waited for Tony. You were pacing around your living room, nervous. You love Tony, and he asked you on a date, oh, the things that can happen on this date.

Ding!Dong!

Your doorbell, sighing of relief as quickly as the negative thoughts came, they left. Opening the door as you smile seeing the young, golden brown hair standing at the door. A classy casual dress, a nice dress shirt, and nice pants with dress shoes.

“Hey, pretty lady! Let’s go!” Tony says as he reaches out his hand, and you grab it with a smile.

“You look handsome tonight!” You say and Tony laughs.

“Don’t I always look handsome?” Tony teased, and you laugh softly

“No” You joke making Tony and yourself laugh, in playfulness.

“Well, I know you look beautiful every single day and especially tonight” Tony compliments you, making you blush red.

“Thank you,” you say as he opens his car door for you, helping you get in.

Arriving at the restaurant as it was packed with customers and also really, really fancy and high-end.

“I made reservations!” Tony says, and you just looked around the glass structure and waterfall that’s in the middle of the room.

“Wow, this is beautiful Tony,” you say, and he just smiled at you as you guys waited to be seated.

“Follow me,” the waiter says, and you nod as all have you begin walking with them as the waiter took to the back of the restaurant, onto a balcony area. Your table is the only table out here.

Smiling as you look around, and it’s such a beautiful view too.

Getting seated as the waiters look at the both of you.

“Red Wine as requested,” the waiter says as he pours two cups, leaving the both of you with menus.

“Oh wow. This is beautiful, Tony! How did you do it?” You ask, and he smiles

“I pulled some strings, some people owe my father a favor,” he says, and you laugh softly

“Of course.” You say as you look through the menu, taking a sip of your wine.

Talking about the menu now as soon the both of you order food to your liking.

Looking at Tony as you smile, “so what made you want to go on a date with me? You ask and Tony chuckled.

“I don’t know, I think you're wonderful,” he says, and your smile.

“I think you're wonderful too”

The food arrived as you still talked to Tony.

Looking at the food as it looked so delicious and the wine getting a bit to the both of you. — Walking out of the restaurant with a smile and holding on to Tony's hand as you walk to his car.

“Hey, it’s still pretty early, want to go back to the place for a movie?” Tony asks and you nod, looking at him.

Maybe, The wine is getting to you because as of right now you want to kiss him. The wine scenario is also unlikely, you only had two glasses, and you had a three-course dinner tonight, plus all the all-you-can-eat bread.

“I want to kiss you,” you say quietly and Tony smirks.

“Me too” Tony whispers and you smile as you lean in kissing him as he kisses you back softly.

“Now I really would like to go to my place.” Tony jokes and you laugh softly.

“Yeah, let’s do it. “ You say and Tony nods

“You sure? I can always drive you home, but I’m letting you call it” He says kindly and non-pressuring which meant a lot to you.

“No, let's do it. Come on!” You say as the valet driver pulled up In Tony's car and Tony follows you quickly as you got into his car with a chuckle as he got in right after you.

—

Arriving at Tony's place as he parks quickly and got out he opens the car door, making you laugh as he helps you get out.

“My love,” he says, making you turn red as he walks up to his house steps and opens the door for you quickly as you walk in.

Walking into the living room of his single townhouse, he loved her because it was closer to the university than going all the way home to his parents.

“Wow this is beautiful Tony”

You say, and he smiles

“Thank you!” He says, as you slowly turn to him, and he helps you take your jacket off to stare at him again.

Tony kisses you softly again, and you kiss back with a lot of passion, causing Tony to deepen the kiss. Your hands go to Tony's face as you pull him in closer, and he groans in response as he grips your thighs and ass.

Making him lift you as he held you against the wall, still kissing you. Tony gets a good grip on you as he carries you upstairs, making you chuckle into the kiss.

Going straight to the bedroom as Tony tossed you onto the bed, making you stare up at him as he quickly lost his tie and shoes, and you quickly lost your shoes too.

Tony towered over you and you could his smirk as you felt his hands on your dress, the next thing you knew it was off of you, and so are your bra and panties.

“It’s all about you tonight, baby. “ Tony says into your making you smile softly

Kissing him once more, your hands went to his belt buckle and quickly undid it with a smirk. Tony gently spread your legs now as he saw your pussy, soaking wet.

Everything he thought and saw rushed down to his cock as he smirks slowly going down as he kissed your clit softly before licking a thick line down and up your pussy making you moan in soft pleasure.

“Tony” You moan out, making him smirk as he lapses his tongue onto your pussy and clit, tasting all of your juices.

Tony shoved his two fingers in you as he started displaying you no mercy, just the way you liked it.

Tony thrusts and curls his fingers in you as he keeps reaching your sweet spot he sucks, licks, and teases your clit harder with each thrust, making you moan more loudly than before.

Glancing down at him in between your legs as you moan, pushing his hair out of your face and pulling him closer into your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck !” You scream out as he begins thrusting and sucking faster as he feels you clench your pussy around his fingers. He looks up at you as he watches your face contort into pleasure, not knowing how much you can take anymore.

“Tony… Tony, I’m gonna~ Ah.” You scream out as you grip the sheets tight on his bed you begin cumming on his fingers as he slowly pulls them out, licking your cum up with his tongue with a sweet smile.

“Mm, baby, taste yourself. You taste so delicious” Tony says

As he pushes his cum covered fingers in your mouth making you lick them up and down, sucking on his fingers. Tony slaps at your oversensitive cunt, making you jump in response as he quickly flips you over onto your stomach, your face meeting a pillow.

Tony pulls his underwear down as he strokes himself slowly and starts putting himself at your entrance rubbing his cock all around your entrance.

“T-Tony please I need it” you moan out quietly making him smirk as he thrusts his cock into you.

“Mhm don’t worry baby girl you're going to get it.” He whispers into his ear, making you smile as he starts thrusting in his cock picking up a persistent pace. Tony knows the way you like it, and you like it rough. That wasn't a secret between the two of you.

Tony thrusts harder as he grabs your hair pulling you back into your knees, as he balances you and thrusts into you.

Becoming a moaning mess as Tony's hands let go of your hair, but you kept your head on his shoulder and saw his one hand go to your breast massaging then his other went to your clit, massaging it fast.

Gasping out at the extra pleasure as Tony flicked and pulled on your nipple. Kissing on the back of your neck, making hickeys in heart shape and any shape he wanted to know you belonged to him.

“F-fuck me harder" You moan out as Tony's hands met yours, and he pinned down the bed, face first. Gentle kissing your shoulder with that, started thrusting faster and harder into you, railing into you now.

The mouth is covered by the pillow you're, and your face is stuffed into, barely covering up your screams as your eyes closed tight in pleasure.

“ Ah! FUCK TONY! Fuck, Fuck!~RIGHT THERE" You scream into the pillow. You felt your hair get pulled, and your head lifted.

“Oh baby, you like that? Let me hear you say it!" Tony mutters into your ear with soft groans.

“F-fuck, please. I love it.” You whine out as he drops you back into the pillow that your saliva and sweat are now on. You're holding on to his bed frame with some mercy and support now.

Tony no longer shows any mercy with his cock as he slams into you, all you could do is moan for more. While Tony called you the dirtiest name, he could think of. The room filled with skin-slapping moans and the bed frame banging against the wall loudly.

“I’m-…. I’m…going to cum!” You scream out,

Tony finds your sweet spot again with his cock, making you moan as he slams into it, making you make noises you never made before, those noises going straight to his cock.

“I’m cumming!” You say it over and over again, not being able to say any other words.

“Me too baby, Where do you want it? Tony grunts out as he does a few more thrusts into you as started cumming all over his cock.

“I don’t care! I’m on the pill anyway!” You moan out, making Tony smirk more as he grabs your waist holding you onto his cock as he cum in you.

Tony slowly pulled over you once you and he rides the high out, making you finally collapse on the bed, Tony next to you.

“Fuck…that was amazing,” you say and giggle out as Tony smiles, looking over at you and seeing your mess, run-down makeup, and your exhausted face now.

Tony, smiling as he pushed your hair out of his face and slowly got up, putting his boxers on.

“Where are you going?” You ask calmly.

“To run you a bath, make you something to drink and eat if you'd like…then we can cuddle,” he says, and you smile softly at him.

“Good,I’m sore already. I’ve never been fucked like that” you say, and he laughs as he walks into his bathroom, starting a warm bath, and grabbing pain relief for you as he walked out, going downstairs and grabbing you juice and water with some fruit he cut up quickly placing them in a bowl for you and him.

Tony came back as he chuckled, seeing you facts asleep and a mess in the bedsheets. Tony places it down, and he gently shakes you, making you groan as Tony picks you up and wakes you.

Your new-found lover slowly takes you to the bathroom as he places you in the tub, and you smile softly at him.

“Here, pain relief and some water.” He says as he hands it to you, and you take the pill with ease with some water.

“Move up.” He says, and you do as you watch him slip his underwear off and get in the tub with you. Tony pulled you close in as you relaxed in the big tub with warm water wrapping around you and him.

“Let’s get you washed up, shall we?” He asks, and you nod slowly as Tony grabs some soap, and he washed you up and down.

Then began washing your hair for you as you relaxed into his arms even more, and you thoroughly enjoyed this as he washes your hair. Sighing out in happiness as Tony wraps you in a warm towel once you and he gets out.

“Oh, here’s your purse just in case, do what you need to do. I’m going to go change the sheets” he says, and you nod as he leaves you in the bathroom to finish anything else.

Changing the sheets and the blankets as he got fresh clean ones and fresh new blankets for the bed and pillows. Tony brings you some of his clean clothes as he smiles at you as you come out of the bathroom.

“Mm just hold me, Tony,” you say tiredly as you get onto the bed and Tony grins as he gets in next to you.

Tony pulls you close as you place your head on his chest to his heartbeat.

“I enjoyed tonight.”You express

“Me too, you did an excellent job” He praises making you smile widely.

“Tony…. I love you and I have loved you since we started being lab partners in school.” You say burying your face into his chest.

Tony laughed as he saw your cute reaction

I love you too Y/n… I feel the same way. Ever since that day too” he says, you beamed back at him making him laugh, holding you back.

“Get some rest. I’ll be here in the morning. My love” he says, and you smile as you and Tony cuddle and carry out a soft conversation aligned with you eating all the fruits and juice he got you as the both of you talk until you went to sleep in Tony's arms as he gave you soft kisses on the lips.

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[marilynthornhilllover]

Rebecca Welton/black reader, celebrating their honeymoon with smut?

The honeymoon (Rebecca's version)

Rebecca Welton x black!reader

Warning: smut, indecent language, cunniligus, fingering , praise kink, skin kissing/licking, shower sex, thigh riding, fluff

A/n: this was so fun to write omggg, please enjoy 😏

You started working at AFC Richmond 3 years ago as Rebecca's assistant. Rebecca was someone every one would want in a friend, wife etc, she was simply perfect. Always dressed elegantly, beautiful eyes and a smile that could heal wounds.

Rebecca became close to you after you had no one to eat with at lunch. So she decided to let you eat it in her office with her as you both have small talk. Time passed and you and Rebecca would always eat lunch together as you learned more about eachother, and to both your surprises you both had lots in common.

Over the course of time you found yourself falling in love with her, and so was she. Whenever you were in despair your heart would long to hear her voice, her laugh or to simply be in her embrace.

You weren't completely taken back when she first asked you out, then to be her girlfriend, then to marry her. You were on cloud nine, you made her the happiest woman alive.

It was the night of your wedding and you were having a great time. The music was a vibe, the food was delicious, everyone was happy including the newly weds. You and Rebecca.

Rebecca had told you all the things she was planning to do to you on the honeymoon and you honestly couldn't wait any longer.

♡

"We're here, darling" Rebecca spoke as the rubbed your thigh, waking you up from your slumber, the ride was very long. You opened your eyes and smiled softly at her, you got lost in her gorgeous eyes for a moment before she placed a soft kiss on your lips and got out of the car.

You stretched as you got out the car as well to help with the suitcases. You looked up at the hotel, it was huge. You knew she paid alot of money for this, after all this was the kind of hotels celebrities go to.

You both removed all luggage from the vehicle and a guy came running up to you both in a tuxedo. He greeted you both with a welcoming smile and bow before taking the suitcases inside on a shiny bellhop.

"This is amazing becca" you said turning to her to before taking one last look at the hotel.

"Any thing for my queen, now get on" she spoke before pushing you onto a bellhop and standing behind you, holding you around your mid section as another guy came and pushes you both inside.

You both jumped off thanking the guy before walking to the front desk.

" ah yes Ms. Welton good evening" the lady spoke with a smile before turning her head in your direction. She gaved you a wink before handing Rebecca the door keycard and a spare key.

" thank you rosa" Rebecca said as she winked. The lady hummed in response with a wicked smirk on her face before returning to her computer work.

You couldn't help the grin on your face as both you and Rebecca got into an elevator. The door closed and it started moving.

You looked down at your ring and chuckled softly.

"Becca" her name sounded so beautiful coming from your mouth.

" Yes my love" she replied turning to face you with a smile.

"What was that between you and rosa?" You asked smiling.

"Let's just say we've been friends for over a decade and I've been planning this for a long time so she knows what's gonna go down tonight" she cooed kissing your nose.

The elevator ding as the doors opened. You couldn't think straight. The butterflies in your tummy was making you sick. You couldn't wait to be destroyed by Rebecca welton tonight.

You both stepped out and opened your room door.

" wait babe is our room the only one up here?" You asked confused.

"Yes darling, it's not called a honeymoon suit for nothing. Can't have people hearing your moans for me tonight now can we?" She said with a smirk. You swore you turned red as a tomato.

She chuckled as you both entered. Your jaw absolutely dropped. The flat was amazing.

"Take a look around then get into the lingerie set" she cooed taking off her jacket.

"Oh y/n, don't go into the room that has a gold plate on it that says honeymoon, it's your surprise" she shouted from the kitchen. You looked through all the other room, they were next level rich life and old money aesthetic.You looked at the magic door and couldn't help but squeal.

You were so excited. You ran into the bathroom and put on your lingerie set Rebecca bought for you.

Your jaw dropped when you opened the box.

It was a pair of red lace underwear and bra with a red garter tong and a black slik dress lingerie. You felt your core ache at just the thought of what Rebecca would be doing to you.

You saw on message on your phone pop up from Rebecca.

My wife: come to the room when your finish darling ;).

You quickly put on everything and went to the bedroom.

♧

Rebecca crawled onto to you pressing her knee against your dampen underwear. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips. Her lips suddenly crashed against yours in a heated and sloppy kiss.

Her cold hands made its way underneath your lingerie sending shivers through your body. Her fingers clasped the hem of the gown and pulled it over your head.

"God you look tasty" she whispered as her eyes flicked up to yours. She bit her lips as she got off the bed and and kneeled in front of it. She pulled your thighs open and pulled you down to the very edge.

"I'm going to absolutely destroy you my wife" she cooed pulling off your garter thong from your thigh, pulling down your lace underwear with it.

"I'm all yours becca" you giggled as she spread your legs wider, putting your legs over her shoulder. Rebecca wasted no time as her mouth latched onto your clit. Her tongue flicked up and down your clit, sucking and pulling at the small sensitive bud.

Your hips bucked as your legs began to shake slightly, you were so close to the edge. Rebecca's pace was brutal against your cunt. Your knuckles were starting to turn white from the grip you had on the sheets.

You shut your eyes as the pleasure became unbearable. Rebecca pushed two fingers into you as she curled them, setting an brutal pace just as her tongue. You arched your back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"FUCK- b- becca oh my god" you choked on your moans as her fingers hit that spongy spot in you that always has you screaming.

"Mhmh, cum for me my love" she mumbled against your cunt the vibrations sending you right over the edge. You cumed all over her fingers making her smile. She removed her fingers and licked them clean keeping eye contact with you.

"Fuck you taste so good darling" she growled as she leaned down and began to kiss you passionately, biting your bottom lip and pulling it out as she pulled away.

"Now for the second part of the night" she said as she stood up and walked to the night stand to get wip cream.

You looked at her in confusion but allowed her to do her thing.

She started putting wip cream all over your skin. Your thighs, neck, nipples, stomach etc.

After she threw the bottle across the room making it land with a loud bang as the metal bottle it the ground. You giggled as she hungrily began licking the wip cream off your skin.

All this she did while keeping direct eye contact with you, her green eyes boring into your soul. It made you more horny. She licked and kiss every inch of your skin leaving marks on it. Her marks, owning you.

She started showering you with praises.

"Such a good girl for me"

" Your so pretty"

"I'm so lucky to have you as mine aren't i?"

"Oh you like that?"

You felt so hot and bothered it was ridiculous how good she was making you feel. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

She finally reached your nipples, she was insatiable. Sucking your nipples like a baby, teeth slightly grazing them making you arch your chest into her moaning and whimpering.

She picked you up and took you into the shower. Your legs wrapped tightly around her waist as your hands pulled at her hair. She let go of your nipple with a 'pop' and moved to the other one. Watching attentively at your brows knitted together and mouth slightly agape.

She chuckled as she released your nipple kissing you sloppily and slow. That ache in your core returned. You pushed her onto the shower bench moving to straddled her thigh.

"Tonight I'm taking what's mine my wife" you whispered as you moved to kiss her neck. You slowly began to move your cunt against her thigh chasing your second orgasm for the night.

Rebecca grabbed your hips as she guided your pace. A fast and brutal one, flexing her thigh sending you straight over the edge.

You calmed down and pulled back to look at her. She had love and adoration in her eyes. You both flashed eachother a small smile before hugging eachother hard before getting up and showering each other.

She kissed you all over your body and so did you. You both watched a romance movie together before falling asleep in eachothers arms, lovingly and happy.

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