#this is such a yawn if he doesn’t show the slutty back

[zadzunny]

Bad Bunny at the 2023 Met Gala

#bad bunny #Benito #san Benito #el conejo malo #met gala #met gala 2023 #this is such a yawn if he doesn’t show the slutty back

[portgasdwrld]

📂Op men + them being needy

Featuring: monster trio

Warning: Suggestive, NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, english isn’t my first language

Important: Pls read my navigation before sending/commenting asks. I would love to do them, but some of y’all don’t spend two seconds trynna make sure ur ask is fine with me first 🫶🏻

Note: Y’all voted for that one and ngl i wanted to write this one, so we all share the same slutty mind. Also thank you for 100 followers 🫶🏻lm super glad that y’all are enjoying my writing💕 This took sm more time than I thought it would. Ima make a separate one for Ace whenever I have time 😭

Luffy

Luffy was laying down on his bed as you were not too far from him trying out some make up in the mirror facing his bed. He had insisted to nap with you next to him, so he had his long arm stretched around your waist lazily as you were dolling yourself up.

You hear him stir awake from his sleep as he groans and yawns loudly.

-What time is it?

He drags in a sleepy tone as he rolls to the side still covered by the sheets.

-Mmm, you only slept for an hour. You can go back to sleep baby.

You answer him as you take a quick look at your watch. You knew how he loves to sleep after he ate and especially if there isn’t much to do.

-It’s hard when you aren’t laying down next to me, I like to hug you close to mee.

He whines a little. You see him rub his eyes and softly sit between his messy sheets through the reflection of your mirror.

-I’m sorry baby, I will come later when I’m done, okay ?

You say softly as you apply a new colour of your eyeshadow palette on your eyelid. He gets closer to you, now sitting not too far behind you. His pretty dark eyes shift between your products and your face.

- What’s this, it shines~

He asks curious while pointing at your highlighter. You chuckle and open it to swipe some on the tip of your finger. You thought it would be a fun time to mess a little with him, so you swap some on top of your boob to show him. You smirk and point at your breast, showing him that it make your skin shine, when applied.

-it’s to make your skin shine, you simplify it to him.

His eyes looks down and stare at your chest. His arms unwrap from your body and with his finger he touches your skin to see if it stains his finger too and it does a little.

-Waaaw, amazing! That’s so cool

You nod with a smile and a comfortable silence falls between you two. He watches you apply your eyeshadow using multiple techniques. He let his chin rest on your shoulder and his expression gets a bit serious. He stares at you through the mirror.

-Y/n ?

-Mmm?

-I’m hard, let’s fuck.

You choke a little at his sudden straightforwardness. You take few seconds to take in what he just said, before throwing a look behind your shoulder to stare at your suddenly needy boyfriend.

-Luffy… just how ?

You ask defeated. He has the habit to get hard so randomly, not that you complained because sex with him was always more than satisfying. Though, It was just somewhat inconvenient when you were already doing something.

-I can just jerk off while you finish off, he propose seeing your unsure expression. The way he said that was so laid back that it made you giggle a little. Doesn’t he know the effect he has on you??You smile fondly at him, but letting him do that would be more torture than anything else.

-Or you can cockwarm me while you finish off like we did last time.

The “last time” he was referring to, ended by you two fucking with your undone hair. You shake your head, you couldn’t say no to him. It was always tempting to have him inside of you.

He kisses the crook of your neck, dragging your name in a groan taunting you to give him an answer.

-I like the last idea more, you finally reply with a shy smile. You gaze at him through the mirror and you see him grin.

-Alright !

You stand up to throw away your panty on his bed as he stroke his dick few times before you sat on it. You both left a moan as the contact was made. You were never used at the deepness he could reach. Your legs weakly fixed your position on his laps.

-Is it okay ?

He asks making sure you were comfortable. You nod as you gaze back at him. He pecks your cheek, his brown hair slightly tickling you, before leaning his body back, now supported by his arms. The view you have is just so delicious, you are about to give up any plans your had on finishing your make up.

-Luffy, you are making this so hard for me I swear.

You let out shakily under your breath, because he clearly couldn’t stay completely still.

He laughs as he approaches his body to yours, his warm breath brushing on your neck, his eyes looks at you with excitement.

-Can I play with your boobs ?

-Luffy…

You whine almost pleading him to be kind to you and let you do your make up without so much distraction. No way you are going to hold back with him touching you like that.

-Pleaseee

-Ugh… fuck it.

I need to write a whole mirror fucking fic with him now🧎🏻‍♀️

Zoro

Zoro is going out of his mind. His usual cool and collected image is crumbling every time he breaths. His eye stare at your figure with a burning gaze. He wants you so badly right now, but it was lowkey hurting his ego to tell you directly how he felt (he’s in fact too shy, but he would never admit that to himself.)

You definitely noticed his behaviour during the day, when he let his hand rest a little too long on your ass when you hugged him or when he kept taking glances at your boobs peeking from the low cut of your shirt.

You didn’t want to give it to him so easily without him openly saying that he wanted you. It was no fun otherwise. So you teased him all day, acting all clueless to his advances. It was until he snapped and pulled you into his room late in the afternoon.

-You have been so fucking annoying all day. You really enjoy acting all dumb when you want to.

-I dont know what you are talking about?

You reply with an innocent stare as you unconsciously bite your lips quickly and look up to him. He groans as he climbs on top of you on the bed, his large and strong body towering you was already enough to make your head dizzy. He leans his face few inches in front of yours. Your nose filled up with the scent of his cologne.

-You want to keep playing this ?

- Admit it.

-Admit what ?

He gulps with furrowed eyebrows. You smirk and wrap your arms around his neck. You pull the green haired man closer teasing the proximity of your lips to his.

-Admit that you want me.

You whisper with the same smile glued to your lips. Zoro eye slightly widen but he presses his lips on yours without adding another word, but you are fast to push him away by pressing upward your hands on his chest.

-Come on, baby~ You can’t even admit something so little ?

You pout as you knew his competitive ass wouldn’t take it and he would eventually get frustrated, and maybe give up.

-I will treat you so well if you do, I just need to hear it~

You continue hoping it would cheer your shy boyfriend to speak the words. You know he’s not the best with expressing his emotions, but god it felt good to see him all tensed because he wanted to fuck you so badly. You travel your fingers up his neck, brushing fading hickeys you left on him few days ago.

You see him sigh as he straightens his upper body. You give him a confused look for a moment, but it disappears when his lips curve into his familiar smirk.

He let his body fall next to you and you feel his strong arm slide under your waist. He pulls you against him and with his other arms, he props your body on top of his. You sit not too far from his hips area. He places his hands on each side of your hips and he gives a light spank on your ass earning a small surprised moan from you.

-What are you doing? I thought I was clear babe.

You say while crossing your arms under your chest. He chuckles and push your hips on top of his bulge. You could feel he was starting to get hard.

-I want you, so be good now and ride me.

You smile happy to hear it finally from him, but he still found a way to make it an order, so it earned a small giggle from you.

-What’s funny?

-Nothing. I said I will treat you right, so let me take care of you.

You said while going down on him. You pulled down his pants to reveal his half hard dick. You took it in your hand and with your thumb you spread the precum all over his tip while giving it few strokes with your other hand. You give few licks to tease him a little, but you shortly after wrap your plump lips around his cock. He hiss as his fingers brush away the hair in front of your eyes that was blocking his view.

-Fuck, just like that

He groans as he places his hand on top of your head trying to make you take more of his length. You let him do as he wishes, as you wanted tonight to be focused on him. He pushes his cock until it was deep enough into your throat that it was painfully hitting the back of it. Tears were starting to form into your eyes as you look up at him. He leaves a low moan and let his head fall behind as he give a lazy thrust into your mouth. He let go of your head not trying to hurt you and you take that chance to remove it from your mouth and breath.

-Shit, you’re so big

You pant with a heavy breath as you stroke his dick up and down using your spit. He smirk at your compliment and you don’t let him reply as you dive his cock into your mouth once again, sucking harshly getting a loud groan out of his mouth.

You torture his dick like this for few minutes as you take him deeply into your throat and suck harshly on his dick by also teasing his slit with your tongue. He was a moaning mess and honestly it’s been a while since you saw him so vocal about the pleasure he was feeling, that it was soaking your panties.

You stroke him with both of your hands as your mouth was sucking his tip and with the help of few thrust, he came into your mouth. You swallowed everything with a funny face and flashed your tongue at him so he could see. You then removed your shorts and panties along with your top, leaving you naked on top of him.

-I should let you suck me off like this more often.

-Yeah, well if I didn’t have to beg all the time to have your cock, I would suck you even upside down.

You retort as you position yourself on top of his dick, ready to slide him in you. Zoro roll his eye at your comment, but he grabs your thighs tightly, anticipating the feeling of your pussy around his cock.

You chuckle seeing him waiting for you to put it inside of you, in silence. You lean and give him a peck on his forehead with a soft smile. Your boyfriends cheeks blushed as he gives you a bit of a “wtf” stare.

-So eager, are we baby?

Sanji

Sanji was smoking outside as his body was leaning against the railing of the ship. His fluffy blond hair brushed by the cold breeze of the early night. His gaze seems lost in a trail of thoughts that only him will know about. You smile to yourself when you finally find your boyfriend.

« It’s a cold night, but lucky me I have someone to cuddle to keep me warm » you say, startling him a little.

He smiles as he recognizes your voice immediately. Sanji doesn’t hide the way his eyes enjoy savouring the view of your body in this little black silk dress. It was his favourite. The dress is so short that he could just bend you over the rail and he would not only have a great view of your pussy, but he could also easily take you there.

Why was it so easy for you to drive him crazy ? Just you being such an effortlessly beautiful women was enough to make his thoughts foggy. It wasn’t too fair for his heart and his dick.

-You are going to catch a cold, my love. Come here.

He finally replies while opening his arms. You rush a little into his embrace, loving the way his body’s warmth and the mix of his cologne and the cigarette’s smog fill your nose and senses. He presses his body against yours and you let the back of your head rest on his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders after throwing his cigarette in the ocean.

-How did you find tonight’s dinner, chérie?

-It was delicious as always darling.

You whisper enjoying the tranquility on the boat for once. Sanji hums in response as he let his hairy chin slightly tickle your neck. His lips brush your ear as his warm breath tickles your neck.

-You know you make me a mad man when you wear this.

-Do I?

You answer with a chuckle honestly forgetting how your boyfriend had a particular liking in this night dress. He loves everything you wear anyways so for you it didn’t change much, but as he presses his dick on your lower back, you kinda get what he’s leading to.

You feel his lips move to your neck where he presses them, where he sucks and bites your skin, leaving proof of his love on it.

-I wouldn’t mind dessert at this hour

He mumbles as his arms find a rest now on your breast. He presses his hips closer to your body and you do him the grace of slightly grinding your ass against his bulge.

-What do you mean?

You ask him playing dumb. It was so fun to tease Sanji. He was always so enthusiastic whenever something concerned you.

-I want to fuck you, darling

He continues as his unwrap your body from his arms. His fingers slide down your waist to tease the hem of your short dress. He let them wonder beneath it, feeling the softness of your ass. A gasp left your mouth when his cold fingers press against your clothed core.

-I could just bend you over this rail and fuck you so good, hmm?

He pushes his digits under your panty and let his fingers get coated of your juices before letting them slide upward where he pinches your clit. A moan leaves your throat loudly and you quickly bite your lips to stop any more sounds to come out.

You two could honestly get caught at any moment that someone decides to exit their room, but the thought itself made you even more wet.

-S-sanji, we could get caught..

-I know, but I can’t help myself when you look this good. I want you so badly that I don’t care about the rest.

He retorts with a heavy sigh as he continues to play with clit. He then opt to dive one of his long fingers inside of you, catching you off guard. You try your best to keep any sounds in, but he was making it so hard for you when he was moving so fast.

-Fuck, Sanji. Please fuck me.

You whine as your body naturally leans on the rail. Sanji other hand pushes your lower back to create a curve that earn a groan from his mouth.

Your boyfriend closes the distance pushing now a second finger deeper inside of you. His pace is fast and precise, trying his best to listen to the way your body react to the spot he touches inside of you. Sanji does still keep an eye out in case someone catches you two though..

Hitting all the right spots and playing with your clits with his other hand, you feel your climax approaching. With a last thrust of his finger and some dirty word whispered, you cum all over his fingers, staining his black pants a little.

-You’re insane..

You let out as you try to catch your breath. He smirks and give you a back hug, leaving plenty of kisses on your necks and collarbone.

-let’s go back to our room, so you take care of me~

#one piece #one piece zoro #zoro headcanons #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece smut #vinsmoke sanji #sanji smut #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanjionepiece #zoro smut #one piece luffy #luffy one piece #luffy x y/n #luffy x reader #luffy x you #monkey d. luffy

[fandom-go-round]

Slutty September I require some Percy ( perceptor) loving with reader.

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Cock Warming, Roleplaying, Teasing, Slow Sex, Grinding, Penetrative Sex, Human x Robot, Exophilia

            “Stop moving please.” Percy’s voice sounds completely normal, his hands moving quickly in front of you. He’s focused on his work, reading over the screens and inputting information into a calculation. You try to follow what he’s doing but it’s hard when his spike is all the way inside of you and he’s rubbing just right. He gives your hip a pinch and you whimper, clenching around him. He looks down and gives you a disapproving look, even as his smirks a little.

            “S-Sorry.” Your voice is breathless but you do your best to play along, shifting your hips to get a better position. He grunts and rolls his hips slightly back. You bit your lip but refuse to make a sound, turning back to the screens. “H-have your simulations finished yet?”

            “Almost.” The static in his speech is thicker now and his fans are working overtime but he doesn’t break, typing a few more things out and releasing a thoughtful hum. You both know it’s bullshit, just a prop for your game but it doesn’t stop you from loving every minute of it. Neither of you want to break but the way Preceptor is beginning to rock into you, you figure it’s not long now.

            “Show me again?” He responds more to the tone of your voice than the words, standing up and lifting your hips. You both moan as he leans you over the table, not letting you lay all the way down. You’re expecting him to want to move quickly but he doesn’t, placing gentle kisses on the back of your neck and pulling out slowly. He tilts your head towards the screens but you don’t hear anything, only able to push back towards him.

            You encourage him wordlessly, moaning and groaning as he begins to pick up speed. He never moves quickly, letting you both build up slowly. You would hate it if it didn’t feel so good and in return you reach back for his neck, fingers seeking out the sensors buried in the cables. Percy groans static when you find one and grinds harder, pace becoming more intense.

            There aren’t any more words exchanged, just the rocking of bodies and deep kisses. You cum with a sigh against his mouth, Percy letting out a burst of static before overloading inside of you. His fans are almost overwhelming but it feels good to be surrounded by him so you don’t say anything. He places a kiss on the side of your head, one of his hands stroking up and down your side. Eventually you sigh, reaching back to pat his faceplates.

            “Come on dear, let’s clean up.” He gives a soft ex-vent at your words but nods, slipping out of you and closing his panel. You share one more quick kiss before stepping back, Percy going to grab a cleaning cloth. You yawn, beginning to move everything off the desk. Both of you love doing this but hiding the evidence is key. It’s hard enough to get Brainstorm to stand down on a normal day, let alone after you two are together. Better to not tempt the beast. You share a look before smiling and shake your head; there’s more than this round waiting back in your rooms. And what Brainstorm doesn’t know won’t hurt you.

#transformers #transformers imagine #perceptor x reader #maccadam #perceptor imagine #transformers idw #transformers g1 #tf perceptor #exophilia #human x robot #tf imagines

[batwritings]

Techno with a witch reader and she is messing around with some potions and things get ✨ spicy ✨?

Ooh, bustin' out the fun stuff then. I like it. >:3 Enjoy~!

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To this day, you would swear up and down that you got the potion recipe right. You'd been mixing potions all your life! You were a witch from a long line of magic users! So why the hell did this instant healthy potion go so wrong?

Well, wrong wasn't exactly the right word. There couldn't be much wrong as you moaned aloud, bouncing on Techno's dick like it was the last thing you'd ever do. His hands on your hips were shaking like he was holding himself back as he pounded into your soaking folds.

Another orgasm ripped through you as he attaches his mouth to your nipple. But the pleasure just doesn't seem to stop! You went from completely spent to ready to go again in a matter of seconds and Techno showed no signs of slowing.

A cloud of lust covered your heads, not caring who heard your slutty moans or his gruff, almost animalistic grunts. The two of you didn't even notice the door open until a cold liquid is splashed over you. Like a splash of freezing water, all the haze is lifted and you're left with Techno buried inside you and a very disgruntled looking Philza.

"It's been four hours," grumbles the avian hybrid. "Either stop now, or take it somewhere else." And with that, he storms out of your hut, door slamming behind him.

Techno shakes the milk from his fur, offering a displeased grunt when it isn't all fully dispelled. You chuckle softly before clearing your throat. He looks to you before looking down to where the two of you are still joined.

"Oh! Sorry darlin'," he mumbles, pulling out of your puffy, used cunt.

A shudder runs through you as you feel excess cum slip down your thighs. "It's okay Tech," you reply, instantly feeling exhaustion start to hit you. Yet your drive for knowledge won you over as you turned back to your book. "Now what went wrong here."

"How about we call it a night?" Technoblade yawns, stretching big as he puts his member away. "We can work on this tomorrow right? Y/N?"

The hybrid chuckles softly, seeing you passed out over your work. He's gentle about scooping you up in his arms as he carries you off to bed.

#bat writes #anon reqs #technoblade smut #mcyt smut

[hotwings0203]

Dead best husband dabi expects his wife to come home make him dinner and fuck his cock then spends the money she makes on beer

Tw:dubcon, misogyny, food play

It’s a tedious routine, almost like dreadful clockwork. You come home from your 9-5, take off your shoes, throw your keys on the counter, and not even before you make it into the kitchen is when his requests come out.

No, you say requests to keep yourself sane, but they’re actually thinly veiled commands.

“Where’s dinner? I’ve been waiting all day.”

“God, you look like a slut. Were they having an orgy at your work or somethin’? Is that what you were so busy doing all day? No wonder this place is a mess. Clean this shit up.”

“Hurry up, the lights broken. And you smell like shit, go wash-no, after you change the bulb.”

You have to look at your wedding photos frequently to remind yourself that he’s your husband, not some lowlife you picked up.

Except, every time you look at the pictures to evade his harsh insults and biting directions, it feels like the Dabi in your memorabilia sneers more and more rather than smiles.

It’s his permanent look, in fact, you’ve forgotten how it felt to feel a warmth in your heart when he smiled demurely at you. It’s hard to remember how his soft touch across your cheeks felt rather than the usual slap delivered to the sore skin.

When you walk in, he’s sprawled on the couch, a t.v remote in one hand and a beer in the other. He’s wearing a wife beater and shorts, absentmindedly scratching his balls when you utter a small “Hey hun.”

“Don’t you ‘hey hun’ me. Where the fuck were you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes and immediately make your way to the kitchen, with him leaping up from the couch and tailing behind you.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me, what, you ignoring me now?”

He grabs the back of your neck and slams you face-first into the fridge, preventing you from opening the door.

“Ow! No, I was just looking for a snack-“

“-shut up. You don’t get to eat until I do, you cow. Or are you forgetting how this marriage works?”

He crushes your neck and leans forward to take a whiff of your hair.

“God, is that cologne? You cheating on me now?”

“No Dabi, we had a company lunch and I was just talking to some friends. Maybe that’s what you’re smelling.”

He lets go of you and throws you towards the sink. “Good. You better not be. If I find out some douchebag’s been putting his hands all over you I’ll slit his balls and make you eat em’.”

You grimace and wordlessly start putting pots and pans together, ignoring the rumble in your stomach. You didn’t even get a chance to take your suit off, but you don’t dare exit the kitchen until he’s had his fill yet.

He’s just hangry. That’s all there is to it.

Your husband scratches his stomach and ambles back to the living room, belching obnoxiously and running his hands through his unruly hair.

Hours go by as you slave over the stove, making his favorite desserts and dishes as your fingers begun to progressively cramp, your legs begin to burn as you stand and finish up. With him in the living room it’s easy to taste your own food and get some meager meal in between breaks, but you stop yourself from gorging without him.

Knowing Dabi, he’d measure how many cups of food you started cooking with and subtract it from how much remained now.

Even though it was your money that bought this food.

You’re at the sink a while later cleaning spoons when he strolls in again, crossing his arms and leaning against the entrance of the kitchen. He watches you for a couple minutes, sighing and humming to yourself as you scrub vigorously.

He doesn’t take in the copious amount of dishes you made, he doesn’t compliment how spotless the place looks despite all the cooking that went down here, no. Dabi stares at the way your ass wiggles while you work, the way your body bends attractively over the running sink, your tits brushing against the countertop.

You yelp and drop a small plate when you feel hands encompass your waist. His body is pressed tightly against yours, his hips lightly humping you like an eager virgin does. The force of his weight against you pushed you forward and you have to quickly grab onto the sink spout to avoid falling face first into soggy sink food.

“Dinners almost done Dabi, I’ll be out with it in a bit.”

“Mmmh, I’m not interested in eating that kind of food right now.”

He rests his head on top of yours and you barely refrain from screaming. What the hell did that mean? Wasn’t he the one harping on you earlier for not cooking fast enough?

“God, you look like a perfect slutty housewife right now. ‘M gonna fuck you.” He mutters as he begins yanking your trousers off while bending you further on the sink.

Your hands brace on the wet banister as you let him take what he wants. Last time you refused, he shoved one of his beer bottle necks into your pussy and made you ride on it.

“Dabi-Dabi, the food.” You try to tell him to move the dishes being pushed around from him manhandling you up on the counter but he doesn’t listen.

One plate goes crashing onto the floor, your Alfredo sauce mixed with porcelain bits.

“Oops,” he says not so regretfully. When your panties are successfully ripped down, he lifts your waist and lugs you onto the countertop, your upper half plastered on the cool marble.

His patched hands snake their way up your shirt and push the fabric up along with your bra while his now naked hips start pushing against your bare cunt.

Your exposed tits are squished down and you hiss as your body envelopes the cold counter. You try to lift your head up but he pushes you head back down.

“Uh-uh, no moving ‘till I’m finished. This is what you get for dropping food on the ground. In fact-“

His eyes catch a hold of the mini cakes you whipped up, and a sly grin on his face erupts as he looks from them to your quivering hole.

“Why don’t you have a taste of it? One down, a couple more plates to go!” You cry out in frustration as his hand swipes across the bar and sends the cake dish flying onto the floor.

He pays no heed to the defeating crash, just merely inspects his fingers that got some whipped cream on them while he smack the plate.

“A chef’s gotta taste her own cooking right? This cunt definitely looks hungry and oh so greedy right now too,” he pouts mockingly and traces his cream-covered fingers around your labia, roughly circling your clit and mixing the sweet food into the crevices of your pussy.

“P-please Dabi, don’t. We can do this after dinner, I’m so tired right now! I have to clean up this mess too!”

But no amount of pleading satiates the sadistic bastard. He just yanks your head back and shoves his fingers in your mouth when you open it in pain.

“Suck on ‘em real good, just like how you suck off your bosses. That’s how you get all this fuckin’ money right? You show a little ass, flash some tits, suck some old geezers off-and boom! You’ve got a nice house, and nice husband.” He leers at you as you choke on his slender digits.

Only when you feel like you’re about to vomit is when he yanks his hand out and wipes up another stray glob of frosting from the side of a testing plate. He doesn’t waste any time in working his fingers back inside you, a different hole this time however.

It feels so wrong with a massive creamy glob being pushed along your walls along with expert fingers that know your body inside out, but no matter how disgusting it is, he still finds your spongy area and begins stroking. The smooth filling glides up and down your g-spot as the pads of his fingers batter your sloppy pussy, and in no time you begin moaning.

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi, fuck, please,-“

“Oh Dabi, oh Dabi,” he mocks cruelly, pinching your clit and squeezing your squished nipples as he pulls his fingers out right at the tip of your climax.

You try to turn around and plead for release but he doesn’t let you. Without missing a beat he takes his bricked up cock in hand and taps it on your ass before gliding in your weeping, cream covered pussy.

The moan you let out is so lewd that even a pornstar would be proud. You hate him, hate this marriage, hate the way he orders you around and looks down on you regardless of how you shower him with love and money.

But holy fuck, when his mushroom tip bangs against your womb like that and drags up and down your sensitive cavern you forget all the abuse.

Back and forth, up and down, sideways and forwards is the way you feel fucked. For someone who just sits on the couch all day you wonder how someone with such frame could fuck like a stallion, barely missing a beat.

“Hah, haaa fuck, you little whore, yeah, bring that ass back on Daddy, show him what you show those creepy fucks at work.” He pants and strikes your ass as you ricochet off his pelvis, his balls slapping your sticky labia.

You whine and try to wriggle out of his intrusion when he sneers the insult, but he merely cages you in between his arms and hunches over your bare body, pumping into you faster than before.

Your open jaw clacks as your tongue drops out in pleasure, his animalistic grunts and curses going straight into your ear and sending you over the edge.

He cums before you, groaning and dropping his dead weight over your suffocated body, not bothering to aid in your pathetic rubbing against his deflating dick.

“A little bit more, please Dabi? I’m so close honey-“

His fingers twitch next to you as he regains himself, exhaling through puffed up cheeks and yawning widely.

“Shut up. You don’t deserve to get off after the mess you made here.”

He peels his sweat-soaked body off of yours and tucks himself back into his pants, regarding the mess on the floor.

All your hard work, gone within a few minutes of ruthless fucking. Which you didn’t even get off to.

He fishes out a crumpled $10 from his musty shorts and throws it at your face like a cheap hooker would take.

“Here. Buy some Plan B and get me some beer. And you better not leave before serving me some fucking food, useless bitch.”

#scummy dabi #bnha #mha #dabi smut #mha smut #bnha smut #mha dabi #bnha dabi #dabi x reader #dabi #dabi imagine #dabi oneshot #scumbag dabi #tw:dubcon #tw:misogyny

[chrisevansjellybeans]

Undercover- Mob! Steve Rogers Part 2

Okay here is the highly requested part two to my Mob! Steve post! I had some technical difficulties posting it but hopefully you guys see it in the tags now :)

Warnings: swearing and smut

Word count: 2.8k

“When I said go undercover, I didn’t mean under his covers, Agent.” Director Fury slammed his hand down on his desk. It had now officially been twenty-four hours since your encounter with the mob boss and you had been waiting anxiously all day to talk with Nick Fury. The rumor around the office all day was that he wasn’t too pleased with how things went down.

“I did what I had to do, sir.” You stated boldly.

Fury scoffed but didn’t respond.

He was quiet for a moment, his eye scanning over the piece of paper in his hand. You fidgeted uncomfortably as your legs were still sore from your romp last night and you tried to hold it together as Fury gave you a weird look.

“Just sit down, Y/N.”

You muttered a thank you as you took a seat.

“Listen, this is all good and fine but I want more. This,” He waved the note in his hand. “Is just a drug felony. I want this bastard put away for life.”

“But what about Stark?”

“A slippery politician, nothing more. I want insight on just more than this. I want it all.”

You sat back in the chair. You understood where he was coming from, but he was also acting like you hadn’t just uncovered a huge piece of information.

“Sir-”

“Which is why you’re going to continue...seeing Rogers. Your undercover assignment has just been extended until further notice.”

“But, sir!” You stood up in protest.

“But nothing, Agent. You’ve made your bed and you’ve already lied in it. Now do it again.” He snapped.

“Are you pimping me out, sir?”

“You did that yourself, Y/N.” Fury snarked. “Anyway, as we speak I have other agents creating an entire new identity for you on the internet so when Roger’s does eventually look you up he’ll find everything we want him to find.”

You felt yourself sinking back down into the chair. He was being completely serious. You suddenly felt very hot as you processed all the information coming at you.

“And what exactly is it going to say?”

“That you are Y/N Monroe. You are the same age as you are now and a barista at the coffee shop just below your apartment. You went to the University of Minnesota and graduated with a business degree, but currently can’t find any jobs. Pity. Your parents died when you were young and you have no siblings-no need to wrap anyone else up in this. We’ve made an Instagram account since that seems to be the most popular app among adults your age. I pushed for no socials but apparently it’s weirder if you don’t have one.”

“Okay...but I don’t have a coffee shop below my apartment.”

“You do now. Your stuff is being moved into a safe house apartment on the other side of town. That’s where you’ll be staying for now. Don’t worry, I have Parker holed up in the apartment two doors down.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to try to calm down. There was nothing else you could do. Fury was right, you had made your bed. You reached over and grabbed the file that Fury had pushed towards the front of the desk. Your new life all put together in a Manila folder.

Damn you, Ma and your slutty advice.

“You can go now.” Fury waved you away, now totally focused on whatever file he had in front of him. You hesitated, wanting to say something but nothing came so you left.

“Y/N!” Peter ran up beside you as you stormed down the hallway. “Heard we’re gonna be neighbors.”

You smiled at how excited he was. “It’s only temporary, Parker. Don’t wet your pants.”

Peter blushed and gently shoved you to the side as you both continued walking. “I know that. But doesn’t mean it won’t be fun. We could have movie nights or something.”

“I suppose we could find some time.” You nudged him back.

“Oh here, before I forget.” Peter shoved a brand new iPhone into your hand. “Fury had me add some tweaks to the geo location so it’s more precise than what Apple has. My burner number is already programmed in there too.”

You studied the burner phone, impressed that they didn’t just give you another shitty tracfone like you were used to.

“Thanks, kid.”

“I’m not that much younger than you.” Peter grumbled as the two of you finally made it to the parking structure.

You smirked over your shoulder as you walked up to your Jeep Wrangler. “Young enough. ‘Night, kid!”

Peter flipped you off but was smiling the whole time as you drove off.

You punched in your new address in the GPS and followed along as it brought you to the older part of town. You had always loved this part of the city but never thought to move out here. Even though it wasn’t the new upcoming neighborhood, the rent prices had been driven up by the young kids moving in who just “adored the old time aesthetic” and the lofted buildings.

Your building was one of those you noted as you parked your car outside of your new address. The old brick building was tall, maybe six stories and had fire escapes littered across the front of it. The front door was a rusted green that you had to yank to budge to get open.

Extra security, I suppose. You laughed to yourself.

Your apartment was on the third floor and right off the freight elevator. You weren’t expecting much when you opened the door but you made a noise of pleasant surprise when you did.

The inside was warm and inviting. A plush gray sofa that resembled a cloud was center in your living room that you saw right away from the small entry hallway. As you stepped in further you saw a decent size tv mounted against the wall and two bookshelves on either side of it, filled with books and records that went along with the record player that was right underneath the television. To the left the living room was the kitchen. Nothing big, which you didn’t mind-you weren’t the best cook in the world. There was a small bar-like counter that had two barstools perched underneath. Down the small hallway you found your bedroom. A king sized bed covered in an off white comforter set with matching sheets. Small potted plants hung from the corner near the window and an array of makeup and perfumes littered the top of the wooden dresser.

Tentatively you opened the dressers to find a whole new wardrobe waiting for you. There were basics: such as t-shirts, jeans, bras and panties but there was also a whole drawer dedicated to skimpy lingerie that you knew was expensive. The walk-in closet was filled with dresses, some formal and some you wouldn’t let your grandmother even see hanging off the rack.

“Well done, Fury.” You mumbled to yourself as your fingers ran down the silk fabric of a long evening gown.

You were settling on to your couch, sweats on and a glass of wine in your hand when you heard a knock on the door. Slowly you got up, grabbing your gun from the plant next to the door. You looked through the peephole and let out a curse when you saw none other than Steve Rogers standing outside your apartment.

You shoved the gun back into the plant and ran your fingers through your hair before opening the door, but leaving the chain attached.

“Mr. Rogers, how can I help you?” Your eyes twinkled as the man in front of you rested his arm on the top of the door frame and leaned close to the opening you had created.

“You said I would see you soon, princess. Looks like soon is now.” The nickname again caused your stomach to flutter.

“I was just getting ready for bed. You’ll have to come by another time.” You feigned a yawn. Steve’s eyes blared as he stood up straight.

“It’s rude to keep your guests waiting, Miss Monroe.” Your heart jumped at the use of your alias. Thank god your team worked fast.

“And it’s rude to show up to people’s apartments unannounced, Mr. Rogers.”

“Open the door, sweetheart.” He hissed, but his eyes held anything but anger. He was intrigued. He never found a woman before who wasn’t afraid to dish back his sass. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

“Say please.” You teased through the opening.

“Please.” He said through gritted teeth.

Chuckling you closed the door gently and undid the chain. Before you could reopen it though, Steve pushed his way through scooping you up in his arms as he did. You naturally wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms held tight around him as you squealed against his neck.

He walked you back into the living room and plopped down on the couch, holding you so you were still straddling him.

You pulled away but kept your arms hanging loosely around him. He smirked up at you as his fingers toyed with the hem of the tank top you had on. His eyes fell to the wine that was only half drank on your coffee table.

“Heading off to bed soon, huh?”

“My bedtime snack.”

There was a part of your brain that recognized him for who he was: evil. But another part of your brain saw him as the man who made your body feel things that it had never felt before and that had your heart racing like a schoolgirl with a crush. The part that recognized that he was so easy to talk and joke with. The great sex wasn’t a bummer either.

His smirk was replaced by a genuine smile as he pulled you down and gave you a kiss that had your toes curling. He moaned into your mouth as you slowly ground your hips against his, your fingers tugging at the hair by his neck. His tongue massaged yours, letting you know exactly who was in charge at this moment. His hands ran underneath your tank top, fingers tracing up your spine before reaching the front and giving your nipples a slight twist.

He moved his mouth from yours and peppered kisses along the side of your neck as he lifted the tank top over your head. He threw it to the side as his mouth attached to your protruding bud while his fingers pinched and toyed with the other one. Skillfully, and with his mouth still attached to you, Steve flipped you over so your back was on the couch and he was on top of you. He lifted his head, his blue eyes clouded with lust as he started kissing down from the center of your chest, down your stomach and down your legs as he pulled your sweats along with him.

He hummed as he spread your bottom lips apart with his fingers, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit. You wiggled your hips against his face but he responded with a smack against your core.

“Honey, you gotta learn who’s in charge here and who’s-“ he kissed your clit ever so slightly, teasing you. “Just a little cock slut.”

His tongue circled over your bundle of nerves while fingers toyed with your slick. Gently he pushed two fingers into your pussy. Your eyes fluttered closed as his steady rhythm and flick of his tongue brought your orgasm to the forefront.

“Shit, Steve…” you whimpered, gripping his hair and pulling him close. “Oh fuck, I’m close!”

“Let me taste you, princess.” Steve growled. You nearly lost it at the sigh of your juices dripping from his chin. “Give it to me like the good girl you are.”

“Oh god!” You called out as he hit that spongy spot that caused your thighs to tighten around his head. Your body spasmed as it rode out your orgasm. Your chest heaving and your legs shaking as he slowly pulled his fingers from you. A moan was caught in your throat as you watched him put his soaked fingers between his lips, a look of pure satisfaction covering his perfect face.

Steve leaned his body over yours but careful not to let his full weight fall on you. He ran his nose up the side of your neck, along your cheek before letting it rub against your own. You grabbed his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. There was something so erotic about tasting yourself when your tongues met.

“Show me your bedroom?” Steve pulled away. You gave a weak nod. Steve stood up and hoisted you up, your legs weak beneath you.

“Poor baby.” He cooed in your ear. “Only one orgasm down and already can’t walk. I can’t imagine how you’ll be when I’m done with you.”

With that he lifted you and walked down your short hallway to the bedroom. In your hazy, post orgasm mind you hoped the mattress was comfy. You hadn’t even tested out beforehand.

Steve threw you on the bed and you sighed as you fell into the cloud. You leaned back on your elbows and watched as Steve unbuttoned the new shirt and trousers he had on. You stifled your laughter thinking about the wine stained ones back at his house.

“Something amusing to you, sweetheart?” He grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards the end of the bed. He lifted your foot up, setting it over his shoulder as he kissed the inside of your calf.

“No, sir.” You teased.

“You’re a bad liar.” He nipped at your knee.

Not as bad as you might think.

Steve made you come at least four more times that night. Your body completely spent when he finally rolled over and laid next to you, yours and his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

You rolled over and threw your leg and arm over his body, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. Steve’s fingers toyed with yours as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Spend the night?” You asked into the darkness. It was nearly three in the morning and your eyes were slowly closing no matter how much you willed them to stay open.

“I have some business things that I have to take care of early in the morning.” He answered, his fingers running up and down your arm.

“Oh, okay.” You said sadly. Steve’s chest rumbled with light laughter as he brought your hand that was in his up to his lips and gave it a kiss. You were soon realizing that he was actually a very affectionate person.

“But I want you to come back to the house tomorrow. I’ll send one of my guys for you in the afternoon.”

“Really?” You sat up. Steve blindly reached for your nightstand and turned on the lamp that was on it. His hair was tousled from the numerous times you had run your fingers through it and his lips were red and swollen. He looked like the epitome of sex and it was fucking hot.

“Yes, really.” He chuckled. He grabbed your phone that was on the nightstand and held it out for you to unlock. You did quickly and he took it back and started typing. “I don’t give out my personal number to a lot of people.”

“So I’m special.” You wiggled in your spot, a grin covering your face.

“Yes. You are.” Steve looked back at you and you were taken aback by the sincerity in his tone. He handed your phone back to you and you laughed at the name he had for his contact: Steve Rogers and an eggplant emoji.

“You’re a child.” You giggled.

Steve rolled his eyes and got out of bed and you took the time to appreciate his bum as he walked over to get his pants.

You gathered the soft sheets in your hand and brought them up to your chest. Although you weren’t sure what you were trying to hide, he had seen it all.

Once he was dressed and you slipped on a robe that you found hanging behind the door, you walked him out. He stood in your doorframe, his large figure making the space seem very small. He smiled as he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your head and leaned down and gave you a kiss.

“Make sure to lock all the doors behind me. And text me when you wake up tomorrow.” He demanded softly.

“Mmmkay, I will.” You said hazily.

“Go get some sleep, princess.” He laughed as he pushed away from the door and walked to the elevator. You watched as he got in and gave you a quick wave before whipping out his phone to make a call.

Once he was out of sight you closed the door softly, making sure to bolt everything before heading back to your bed. You were too tired to even clean up before you passed out.

#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #mob steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #mob! steve x reader

[nekoma-manager]

HAIKYUU: THEIR REACTION WHEN YOU WEAR SOMETHING REVEALING FOR A NIGHT OUT PART 2

includes: atsumu, bokuto, suga and futakuchi

trigger warnings: a little bit saucy (e.g. some groping)

a/n: although i said this was going to be a 1 part series, a lot of people seemed to like part 1 so I decided that I’d make a part 2 (for the people of course) <3

ATSUMU

atsumu bby is so possessive

he is very jealous that all eyes are on you because (a) you’re his, and (b) all eyes should be on him

his hands are on your waist the entire night

he will refuse to go to the bathroom in fear of someone trying to flirt with you

he will try to pull your bottoms down every once in a while so that they cover more of your legs

“not faiiiiir, only i should get to see your beautiful legs”

pouty face all night but it’s okay because he thinks you look gorgeous

BOKUTO

loud and proud that you’re his s/o

bokuto will shamelessly show you off to anyone who will listen

doesn’t care that all eyes are on you, because that’s where they should be

bokuto loves it when you show a bit of extra thigh - he can’t get enough of how your bottoms ride up a little when you sit down

kisses all night, especially on the back of your hand; treats you like the royalty you are

SUGA

very chaotic

tries to poke at the extra skin that shows because he doesn’t know how else to tell you that he loves how you look

he’ll open doors for you just so that he can get a look at your behind, but respectfully

the first time you wore something revealing for a night out he was very hesitant and was scared that something bad might happen

he’s over it though and instead encourages you to “dress slutty” because he can fight

FUTAKUCHI

smirk.

eyes you up like it’s the first time he’s seen your body

tries to be slick and do that thing where you yawn while putting your arm around someone’s shoulder

just like tsuki, he loves getting a peak down your top when you’re next to him

he loves to tease you as well

he will touch your butt - your ass is the greatest he’s even seen so how can he not feel it up

part 1 | masterlist

a/n: i’m a sucker for atsumu, i just wanna give him a hug - anyway, i hope you guys enjoyed that :) part 3?

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu!! #haikyuu hcs #headcannons #suga x reader #sugawara hcs #sugawara kōshi #sugawara x you #sugawara x y/n #atsumu x you #hq atsumu #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x y/n #haikyuu imagines

[disgruntledspacedad]

Jayyy!! Sweet, slutty in the AM.

Without giving BL spoilers, or maybe you won't? Idk 👀👀 not *cough* fishing or anything *cough*

Can I please have 💖 for Javier??? I'm curious...

Angel out-

Javiears pregnancy headcanons? You got it, babe!

Quick and obvious disclaimer to treat all of these as if they are a Better Love AU, at least until I tell you otherwise. 😘

Any baby that these two have would be a total surprise. Ears never wanted kids, and Javi has never thought long enough about it to decide how he feels about a family. He’s always assumed that was never in the cards for him.

Once the initial shock wears off - and that’s gonna take quite a while for both of them - Javi and Ears both jump feet first into the parenting thing. They each harbor some intense opinions about what a kid should and shouldn’t have to put up with, and there are lots of deep conversations that Last into the early morning hours. They nail down the important stuff pretty early, decide that they’ll figure out the rest with time, and discover a whole lot more about one another in the process.

Ears’ body hates being pregnant. She doesn’t realize it, but she’s got her Ashkenazi ancestry to thank for this. Ears is sick as dog snot clear through her first trimester and well into her second, exhausted and achy and throwing the fuck up. She gets awful migraines, too. There are days when Javi is convinced that carrying this baby is going to kill her, and he worries a lot.

Ears handles all of this as stoically as she can. She’s miserable, but she’s not about to complain and make Javi feel even worse.

Speaking of Javi, that protective streak he’s got goes into overdrive the instant Ears tells him about the baby. Ears has got to constantly remind him that she’s pregnant, not dying, and Javi good god, please just let me do things, okay??

That being said, it takes Javi a little while to connect the idea of Ears being pregnant to Ears carrying his baby. It’s all very abstract to him, to the point that on Ears’ worst days, Javi almost feels a little resentful.

That all changes at Ears’ sixteen week appointment. She’s just starting to feel like a human again, and this time, Javi is allowed to go back with her.

Oh my god, you guys, when Javier Peña sees that blurry, black and white, tiny little baby on the ultrasound screen... yall, his entire world shifts.

Ears notices instantly. It’s kind of hard not to, given how tightly Javi is suddenly gripping her hand. He glances over at him to find his eyes glued to the screen, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. It takes her aback a little. “You okay?” she asks quietly, and Javi nods, drags his eyes away from the ultrasound screen and gives her a soft, wet smile, and something slots into place for Ears, too.

Javi quits smoking cold turkey that day. Seeing his tiny little daughter for the first time put a lot of things into perspective, and Javi decides then and there that he wants to be there for her as long as possible.

The first three weeks are miserable. Javi does his best to get out of the house when he’s feeling tetchy (which is always), and Ears does her best to be understanding, but they get into more than a few little spats.

The makeup sex is 🔥🔥🔥, though.

Ears is not a big girl. When she starts to show, she shows fast, and Javi swears he can see her body change every day. Ears is pretty indifferent. She’s not self conscious - Ears finds pregnancy to be inconvenient, more than anything.

Javier Peña has never seen anything as beautiful as Hannah Aarons carrying his child.

Javi fucking loves it. There’s something primal about running his hand over the gentle swell of Ears’ belly and knowing that it’s his daughter that’s growing there. He’s not one to talk to the bump, but Javi can hardly stop himself from touching it. All the fucking time. Ears will sometimes playfully shoo him away. “Hands to yourself, you animal. I’m trying to nap!”

Seriously, their sex life doesn’t suffer at all. It doesn’t help that Ears refuses to buy maternity clothes. She’d much rather lounge around in Javi’s t-shirts and his old sweats, something that makes Javi’s cave man brain damn near implode every single time he sees it.

Ugh, and he’s sweet to her. Observant and affectionate and accommodating of absolutely everything. Cravings? Tell me what you want, babe, I’ll get three. Foot massage? Come here, mi reina, let me make it better. Yawning through dinner? Go get in bed, Ears, I’ve got dishes tonight.

Javi starts noticing Ears’ puffy feet somewhere around the 28th week or so. Ears swears they don’t hurt, exactly, so they both write it off as one of those weird pregnancy things.

It’s not. Ears has severe pre-eclampsia. Javi only finds this out after Ears gets a migraine so bad that she can’t see straight. Javi carries her to the car and forces her to go to the hospital. They’re there for all of five minutes when the doctor on call deems Ears’ blood pressure to be high enough to constitute a medical emergency, and Javi’s world is turned upside down again when he hears the word “c-section.”

Ears is only 33 weeks pregnant.

Less than an hour later, Javi is holding his baby girl. She’s tiny, the tiniest little human that Javi has ever seen, but she’s got a hell of a set of lungs on her, and Javi has never been so relieved, so stunned, so riveted, or so enraptured by anything in his entire life.

Oh, shit, he’s crying again.

She’s absolutely perfect. Off her oxygen within two days, taking feedings like a champ, and obliterating every goal her pediatrician sets for her.

Javi is so fucking proud when his girl is discharged a full week earlier than the doctors anticipated. She’s still a little small, but growing like a weed, and Javi just knows that between her and her mom, he’s gonna have his hands full.

Ears is fine, just a little sore. There are no long term complications from pre-eclampsia, so as soon as she’s up and sort of moving, Ears in full mom mode.

Ears loves being a mom, but she and Javi are in full agreement on this - one and done.

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x reader #pedro pascal #narcos #narcos netflix #Javier Peña x you #Javier Peña imagine #better love #hannah aarons #javiears #you’ll notice that this is not exactly the if I fall scenario #so keep that in mind

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When You Come Back To Me: pt 1

Finally! I wrote this for @queenofheavenandhell​ based on a dream she had.

A/N: I had my own honeymoon in Venice :)

“....And I swear, it was this big!”

You hold your sides, laughing until you’re breathless, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “It was not.”

Pedro smirks as you sit together in the beautifully painted black and red gondola. “You weren’t there. Even Matt Damon was scared. No cat should be that large. All it ate was noodles and human-sized plates of fish.”

You lean into him, catching your breath as he recounts more tales from his months filming in China.

The gondolier paddles the gondola through the narrow canals of Venice, and the sounds of the city reach you from shops, cafes and the other boats on the water. You approach the famous Bridge of Sighs and you and Pedro both look up at the underside.

“Imagine this being your last view of the world,” you muse.

Pedro drops a kiss on your nose, looking at you now rather than the architecture. “I’d die a happy man.”

You chuckle at him, but your heart melts. He’s been your husband for three days, your lover for four years, and your friend for a decade. 

The gondolier pays no attention to your lovesick teasing, obviously well used to couples making cow-eyes at one another on his boat. He’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans, not the fancy gondolier costume you see on postcards, but it hardly matters.

You settle back into the hollow of Pedro’s shoulder as the waves lap against the hull of the gondola. In the distance, a dog barks, and violin music plays.

“It’s romantic here,” you muse, as another gondola with a young couple making out intensely passes. “Is that why you chose it?”

Pedro shrugs. “I got a map out and Oscar blindfolded me and I stuck a pin in the map, and well, here we are.”

You elbow him, laughing.

“You’re lucky I chose,” he grouses. “Oscar suggested Antartica, because we’d have to fuck constantly to stay warm.”

“Now there’s an idea,” you laugh. “Are you hungry?”

You slide your hand into the pocket of your dress and pull out your phone, but Pedro stays your hand. “Don’t do it, mijita. Last time I looked, my Instagram had almost a thousand unread notifications.”

You put your phone away. He’d posted a picture of you both in your hotel room shortly after arriving in Venice, your hands in front of your faces, showing your brand new wedding rings, and social media had gone insane. 

“I was going to look up a good lunch place.”

He chuckles. “We’re in Italy! Everywhere’s a good lunch place. Especially if I’m with you.”

“Are you going to be this gross the entire time?” you tease.

He pokes his tongue out at you, and behind his aviators his eyes crinkle.  You adore the lines on his face; you always have, he’s so expressive and he has never tried to hide his feelings from you. Pedro wears his heart on his face and every day it makes you softer for him. “Well, kinda - we are on honeymoon,” he drawls, rolling his eyes. “I can insult you if you prefer.”

The gondolier glances down at you, amused. 

“I can insult you if you prefer.”

Pedro winks at you. “Turns me on, baby.”

You splutter out a laugh as the gondolier turns, preparing to bring you back towards the dock, where colourful stalls sell street food snacks, trinket souvenirs and masquerade masks. You close your eyes and lean into your husband, and he wraps one arm around you, and he smells of his habitual vanilla and black pepper cologne. You rub your nose over his soft, patchy beard, tiny hints of grey starting to show, and you love the maturity his body is showing. He’s wearing a plain white henley, the first three buttons undone, and this morning you teased him about another slutty v-neck (it’s your favourite when he wears a slutty v-neck). You slide your hand up to the triangle of his chest it reveals and lay your palm on his skin, warmed from the Italian sunshine, and you cannot believe he’s yours.

And then Pedro jerks upright, seeing something across the water - a speedboat, way too close for comfort. The gondolier panics and you hear a shout -

And then nothing.

*****

The beep of medical monitors ease you into wakefulness, and you blink your eyes open to the bright lights of a hospital room, curtains drawn. Someone shuffles in the chair next to you and you jerk in surprise as a face appears above you.

“Mijita, thank God. Fuck… You’re okay.”

You stare at the man’s face. He’s handsome, tanned, he has a strong nose which doesn’t detract from the beauty of his dark, patchy beard and big, soulful brown eyes. His hair sticks out at all angles. It looks soft, touchable.

“Who are you?” you ask.

The man grins, his expression slightly hysterical. “That’s real funny, babe.”

Babe?

You shrink back into the pillow. His voice is deep, husky-edged, calming, familiar somehow. “I’m not trying to be funny.”

His gaze searches yours, and the smile drops from his handsome face. You see the moment the panic starts to enter those big brown eyes, the moment he realises you’re being truthful. He rushes for the door and yanks it open, shouting for a doctor, then comes back in, sinking into the visitor’s chair.

“What do you remember, baby?”

You frown, and touch your head. You can feel… something. A bandage?

“Headache,” you mutter.

The man reaches out to touch you, and you shift away. He’s a stranger.

Something passes over his face, like a chasm of misery is yawning open inside him, but he just looks down, putting his head in his hands.

The door opens again and a doctor enters, clipboard in hand, big glasses perched on her small, neat nose.

“Is everything all right?” she asks in a strong Italian accent. 

The man stands up, shoving both hands through his hair. “She… she doesn’t remember anything. I mean, she doesn’t remember me.”

The doctor checks the machine that’s feeding into your arm, and addresses you by your name. “How are you feeling?”

You frown. “Head hurts, not too bad, otherwise.”

The doctor nods, the neat bun of her hair bobbing at her neck. “You were in an accident. A speedboat pilot lost control and hit the gondola you and your husband were riding in. You have quite the concussion.”

You jerk your neck to look at the man standing at the foot of your bed, his eyes tired, his attractive, tanned face lined with tiredness. The white henley he wears is unbuttoned low enough to almost be indecent, and it’s crinkled from the heat.

“My husband?”

“Nice to meet you,” the man says, weakly, in that husky, dreamboat voice. “I’m Pedro.”

****

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Mistake

Tw: Toxicity, blackmail, Dubcon, forced cheating, and yandere vibes too. 

You regret going to that party.

You regret drinking more than you can handle.

You regret waking up in his arms, even if he was your favorite Pro Hero. You open your eyes and blink a couple times to adjust your eyes to the bright sunlight flowing in through the curtains. Your arm is numb and you try to sit up only to feel arms tighten around your waist.

You don’t know how you missed the head full of blond hair nuzzled into your breasts while bright red wings twitched slightly. Your heart started to race and you wiggle a bit more, Hawks grumbled before turning over and releasing you not without smacking you with one of his wings during the shift in positions. You sputter softly and slowly inch out of the bed, your feet land on the cold tile floor and your eyes trail over the room.

You see the outfit from last night splayed everywhere along with his clothing and a few feathers, you whine at the soreness between your legs and around your hips as you gather your belongings. Rushing quietly into the bathroom, you see that there are indeed a few hickies but you can easily hide them. You were just about to pull on your clothing until the man himself shuffled into the bathroom with a yawn.

Your body freezes and you stare up at him, his golden eyes still have a hint of sleep in them but he smirks at you. “You’re leaving already, when we had so much fun last night chickadee? You were so slutty and submissive last night,” he holds up his phone showing you a video. Your moans and whimpers were loud and clear, he had you on your back with one hand on your throat as he pounds your slick core.

Your eyes widen and you look at him with disbelief, “W-what are you gonna do with that? You need to delete it Hawks please!” You try and reach for the phone but he grabs your cheeks with one hand while holding the phone away with his other, “Ah ah baby. I wouldn’t do that if I were you. What if your dear boyfriend Deku found out hm, that would surely crush him especially since you all just made one year together too. You wouldn’t want this to end up on any of those forums now would you, all you have to do is let me have you whenever I want. It’ll be our secret.”

Tears well in your eyes and he hushes you while making you nod your head, his thumb rubs under your eyes wiping away your tears. He kisses your forehead telling you to shower while he fixes breakfast, after brushing his teeth and washing his face. As soon as he leaves, you step into the shower grabbing a towel and scrubbing yourself. Your skin was a red tinge once you were finished, you quickly dressed and left the bathroom and met him in the kitchen.

A few weeks later Hawks texted you to let you know he was coming over, Deku was at work and it was your day off. He had never came to your place, it was either quick flings in an alleyway or at his place, you were about to text him that you’d rather go to his place until there was a knock on your door. You hesitate to go to the door until he knocks again, your body moves on its own to let him in.

His hand is around your neck in a split second and you’re slammed against the wall, his lips claim yours roughly and you push on his chest. Keigo’s free hand grips at your breast through your shirt causing you to gasp, his tongue slips into your mouth and explores it like the numerous times before. The door is shut rather harshly before you’re pulled over to the couch, you stumble a bit and he pushes you down onto the cushions before he straddles you holding a sharp feather up to your throat.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, why end up with someone like Deku? He doesn’t fuck you like I do huh? Does he make you cum over and over, can you feel his dick in your stomach like you do mine? Don’t forget you might be dating him but you belong to me, your mind, your body and especially this cute, tight cunt of yours.” Hawks tilts his head as you look away blushing deeply and he nuzzles into your neck, “Let’s recreate our favorite night.”

His hand has a firm hold on your neck while his other hand is entangled in your hair, your nails dig into your covers as he thrusts his member in and out of your sopping pussy. His heavy breathing could be felt on your cheek as he presses his hips flush against your ass groaning, “You like that? You like watching me fuck your slutty pussy through the mirror?” He was on his knees behind you slightly hunched over your shorter form, while you were struggling to hold yourself up and watch him fuck you through the mirror on your dresser.

Your cheeks were red, mouth was open with your tongue poking out as you drooled slightly, you were completely fucked out. “You love being my little toy? Yes you do, yes you do baby girl. Why won’t you just leave him and finally be mine, I know every single thing about you. What you like and dislike, your favorites things to do in your past time, literally everything.” 

You don’t stop yourself from moaning out in agreement with him.

His hips began their quick pace again immediately making his tip hit your g-spot causing you to cry out. You soon found yourself face down and ass up, Hawks didn’t let up on his rough plowing even as you reached back to place your hand on his hip to slow him down. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. Ah? You like that idea huh, your pussy clenched so hard around my cock.” 

“Y-Yes Keigo please! I-I need you s-so bad!”

Your hoarse moans mixed with the sexual noises filling the room, your legs begin quivering as you feel another orgasm approaching. “Hawks p-please! I-I can’t,” he grunted and spanked your ass. You feel his two middle fingers at your clit rubbing quickly, you bury your face in the covers crying out as you cum for the umpteenth time that night. Keigo lets out a feral growl as his hips slam into yours with much more force than before, your hips hit the bed when your legs give out. 

 “You ready for this cum? I’m gonna fill you all the way up, your pussy will never be able to forget the shape and feel of my cock. You’re going to be mine after this for real, I’ll fucking drag you out of here kicking and screaming with my seed dripping out of you if I have to.” You tried focusing on his words but you were exhausted, you could feel his cock twitching before his teeth dig into your shoulder while he shoves himself as deep as he can go.

 Hawks’ warm cum could be felt flooding your insides, you both let out a shaky moan. The blonde holds himself up above you, you could feel a few droplets of sweat drip onto your back. Keigo leans down lapping at the bite mark with a small groan as he lightly thrusts pushing his cum deeper inside of you if that’s even possible. 

“C’mon babe break up with him tonight and just be mine already.”

#hawks x reader #Wh0re's Fantasies

[hattywatch]

T. Seguin - Back Road Part 3

A/N: Happy Holidays ya filthy animals. 

Part 1 Part 2 "No, it's different." 

You can hear Tyler getting frustrated with whomever he's on the phone, but you don't want to interrupt, staying in the foyer, quiet until he can finish his conversation. 

"Well, she's coming and you'll just have to deal with it. I don't know what to tell you," that's when you decide to make yourself known, not wanting to eavesdrop on things you shouldn't hear. 

You open the front door behind you and close it a bit louder this time, "Hiii. I'm here?" 

"In here!" He shouts from the kitchen and you follow his voice after dropping your bag on the sparkling floors in the entryway. He finishes his conversation in hushed tones you can't quite make out over the sound of your sandals on the hardwood. 

When you finally get sight of him in the kitchen he's drinking a water bottle, shirtless, and shoving his phone in his pocket. 

"Do you like, ever wear a shirt?" His distraction technique is honestly flawless. You'd be hard pressed to recall what he was saying only a few scant seconds ago as your eyes take him in. 

He's positively preening, and you're sure he's flexing his chest muscles. So you do the mature thing and push him away from your person before you can do anything stupid like run your tongue up his abs and make him think his macho posturing is sexy. 

Like it is, but he can't know that.

You've only been seeing each other for two-ish months, but he's been great. Really attentive and sweet, calling you nightly even when he's traveling for work. 

He has some free time coming up, a weekend to be exact, and he invited you to his family's cabin in Canada. You weren't sure you were there yet- as a couple, but as Bridget Jones says, "It can't be just a fling, a mini-break holiday means true love." Which is definitely pushing it, but you're not going to pretend it doesn't make your heart flutter that he's bringing you home to meet his family. 

You spend the night at his place to make the shuffle in the morning easier since he lives closer to the airport than you do. He promises no funny business since you're leaving before dawn the next morning. 

Tyler sticks to his promise and you both sleep soundly in the same bed, jolted awake by the ringing off your alarm, but excited nonetheless for your trip.

Boarding the plane at ass o'clock in the morning sucks, but is made better by being in first class- Tyler insisted on paying. It seemed like a bit much, but he persuaded you: 

"I'm making you go.” “You're losing out on tips. At least let me pay.”

“It's not even like we need a hotel… 

“You can make it up to me in other ways."

It took a few days for him to convince you, but you eventually gave in, insisting you'll do most of the cooking, and cleaning while you're there, ensuring you earn your keep.

You're happy he convinced you because it is infinitely easier to fall asleep in first class and you're pretty sure you're going to hate going back to economy class after this. 

He nudges you awake when you land, "Hey, sleepy, lets go." He already has both carry-ons, so you grumble at being woken up, but you trudge through the airport a step behind him as he texts his mom to let her know you've landed safely. 

"No one else is coming up until a little later, we'll have the place to ourselves for a few hours." He gives you what you assume is meant to be a meaningful look, but you can't be bothered to flirt when it's pre-9 am. 

"Good, maybe I can take a nap." 

_________

When you pull up it's actually really picturesque, lakeside and a far cry from his McMansion back in Dallas. He parks the car on the crunching gravel before getting out and grabbing the bags from the trunk. 

You try to pull yours away from him a few times, but he won’t let you carry anything. It’s ridiculous, since all you brought is a weekender sized luggage and you’re certainly capable of carrying it yourself, but it is nice that he’s a gentleman, so you don’t make too much of a fuss. 

He unlocks the door and it’s just as beautiful as his house back in Dallas, bright and big, gorgeous hardwood throughout the whole open floor plan with floor to ceiling windows looking out onto the lake, glistening in the early morning sun.

It’s really, really beautiful- serene and calm, but you really, really want to nap, so you're not a cranky mess when you meet his family. 

As he drags you through the house and to the stairs, you yawn and he gives in, “Okay, okay, point taken. We can sleep.” 

The door he chooses at the end of the upstairs hall opens to a big bedroom, probably the master, if the balcony overlooking the lake outside is indicative of anything. You wiggle out of your hoodie and pull back the blankets, “Should we be sharing a room? Is your family going to think I’m slutty.”

He doesn’t answer directly, but rolls his eyes so hard you get the point. “I’m just trying to make a good impression. I don’t know!” 

“They’re not going to think that,” he peels back the comforter on his side of the bed and tugs off his shirt before lying down next to you. “I don’t bring girls around here often…" he considers, "... ever?” He rolls toward you and lets his leg rest against yours. It’s too hot for any more body contact than that, so you don’t mind.

You're nervous for what's going to happen when you wake up. The excitement of being on vacation with Tyler giving way to a very real fear that his family will hate you; you already overheard whoever he was talking to last night not wanting you to tag along on family time. 

You can't help it as you mash your eyes together and whisper, “Tyler?" He hums, eyes closed, sleep already setting in, “Who were you on the phone with last night when I got to your house?”

His eyes open, “My sister, why?” his mouth is set in a straight line, jaw tight, and you’re not sure you should continue your questioning, but you’re so nervous and you need your questions answered. 

“I overheard a little of what you said to her when I walked in. I didn’t mean to, but I did,” he doesn’t say anything so you continue. “It didn’t really seem like she wanted me to crash your family weekend.” You choose your words carefully, not wanting to offend or point fingers at his sister before you’ve even met her. 

“I don’t really care what she wants,” Tyler pulls you towards him into his bubble of warmth. 

“That’s not nice, Tyler,” he leans in close and kisses you on the nose. 

“You’re right. Still don’t care though. We’re going to have a good weekend,” all you can do is sigh, hope he’s right, and close your eyes to slide into your nap. 

_________

When your alarm goes off, it’s time to face the music, so you stretch and roll out of bed, ignoring a grumbling Tyler behind you. 

You shower in the adjoining bathroom; even that has a stunning view of the lake. Tyler starts making noise from the bedroom as you're swiping on mascara in the mirror and letting your hair air dry. He pops his head in the bathroom after knocking, "Hey, they said they'll be here in 30 minutes. I'm going to order in so we can eat when they get here. I'm starving." Nodding your assent, you brush through your hair again and check your reflection for the thousandth time. 

Standing over the two outfits you’d laid out on the bed, you settle for the high-waisted shorts and a flowy blouse. Nothing too short, and nothing too tight, you don’t want to come across at all tawdry the first time you meet his family. As you slide on your sandals you can hear a ruckus downstairs, paired with a whole bunch of female voices.

Time to face the music. 

After a deep breath and one last look in the mirror to smooth down your outfit and triple check that your shorts aren’t showing any cheek, you make your way down the stairs. 

_________

You can tell immediately that Tyler’s mom is effervescently happy to meet you. She pulls you into a hug and takes the chair right next to you at the table as Tyler tips the delivery driver and plops down a few pizza boxes on the counter. Tyler eyes her warily and sits down on your other side. He rests his foot against yours under the table and catches your eye. The move is clear, we’re in this together. It’s comforting. 

After everyone has dragged a slice of pizza onto their plate and chewed a few bites, his mom can’t seem to hold out any longer. 

“I don’t know if he’ll be mad at me for saying this, y/n but this is the first time Tyler has brought a girl to the lake.” His foot nudges yours gently. 

“Yeah, he mentioned that earlier,” you sip your water and continue, “I think it was supposed to calm me down but it just put the pressure on!” She smiles. It’s warm and that calms you down more than anything Tyler could have said. 

His younger sister, Cassidy, pipes up, “It’s just us, no reason to be nervous. We’re not his fancy Dallas friends.” You take it as a win, but you’ve still yet to get more than a sideways glance from his elder sister, and you’re sure she’s the one who was on the phone, protesting against him bringing you along. 

You can’t blame her. They live so far and she probably rarely gets to see him, it makes sense that she’s less than thrilled at you tagging along, taking up their family time.

It makes you want to prove her wrong, show her you’re not that clingy girl looking to drive a wedge between him and his family. You're just not sure how.

_________

When the wine comes out after dinner things get easier.

Jackie disappears into a closet and returns with Scrabble. Tyler is good, which (you’re embarrassed to say) surprises you, always ready to judge a jock. As your glasses empty and refill a few times the game gets progressively sillier. You challenge Tyler a number of times. 

He confidently lays down “playwrite” and starts to tally up his total before you get a better glimpse at the board and shake your head. “Uh-uh, I don’t think so! Pick that up!” 

He looks at you adamantly, “What’s wrong with playwrite?! It’s one word!” He gestures his hand toward the board.

“That’s not how it’s spelt! It’s W-R-I-G-H-T!” Tyler squints his eyes at you, tilting his head to the side like you’re being purposely difficult. 

“That makes absolutely no sense, they write plays!”

You cross your arms over your chest, “Doesn’t matter, it’s wrong!” 

Tyler matches your stance, “Is that an official challenge?” 

When you look over at the rest of the table you can see his mother is barely holding in a laugh as his sisters smirk up at his ridiculously defensive stance. The score is close and the letter bag is empty. The G is resting on a triple letter, the P on a triple word and you hope to God you’re not too drunk to remember how to spell. You nod solemnly, watching Tyler grab his phone. 

He types something out and you can tell you're right the moment his expression softens and deflates. 

“Fine,” he pulls a few of his letters off the board and leaves only “write" remaining, before adding up the score and writing it down on the paper next to him. Candace runs through all of her letters on her next turn and you all have to subtract your remaining letters from your own scores. She beats you by 3. 

After boxing up the game and tidying the table, you all sleepily stumble up to bed, exhausted from all of the travel and wine. Tyler kisses his mom goodnight and hugs his sisters. You do this awkward hug with his mom, not sure if you’re there yet, but she wraps her arms around you and says “Night hon,” so you’re probably overthinking it. His sisters call out a good night to you before they head into their rooms, but no one looks sideways at you and Tyler entering the bedroom together, so you take it as a small victory.

_________

Scrubbing off your make-up in the bathroom is exhausting, but a necessary evil, so you stand in front of the mirror again reflecting on the past few hours, the night coming full circle. 

“I can hear you dissecting every word that was said tonight. Come to bed, babe. It’s not that real,” Tyler’s footsteps creak on the hardwood and alert you to his presence before you can see him in the mirror behind you. 

“Do they like me?” You put down the wash cloth and turn to him. “I’m nervous. Help meee,” you’re only half kidding as you whine and stick out your bottom lip hoping Tyler takes pity on you. 

He does. 

He wraps you up in his arms and your face, still damp from washing it, leaves wet blotches on his t-shirt. “They like you just fine, you psycho. Relax,” he kisses the top of your head. “I like you that’s all that matters.”

Stepping back you look up at him, “Eh.” You smirk and he calls you a little shit before kissing you hard on the mouth. His hands trail down your back to your ass, squeezing once before he reaches for the front of your shorts. 

“I don’t think so mister. Your family is here!” you chastise him in a harsh whisper. He rolls his eyes but lets go, dragging his hands back around to your butt. He rolls his eyes, but leans down and kisses your neck. 

“Fine, but just know that I’m sad about it,” the way he whispers it into you ear has you second guessing your decision,  but it’s still hard to hold in the laugh. 

“Noted, but just know that I don’t care.” You let him drag you to bed and lave soft kisses down your neck before you fall asleep.

_________

When you all tumble out of bed the next morning the sun is shining. It glints off of the water making it sparkle in the summer heat and everyone quickly decides to spend the day on the lake. 

You always feel a little scrubby next to Tyler when he’s half naked. He’s hard and toned, barely an ounce of fat on his lean body. Meanwhile, you know it’s obvious that you don’t spend enough time in the gym and definitely love carbs.

As soon as he invited you to the lake, you went out and bought a new bathing suit. It sits high enough on your torso to hide your lower belly and nip in flatteringly at your waist while the top lifts and supports as much as you could hope for, so you think you look okay. 

When his sisters make their way out on the dock you instantly want to wrap yourself up. You know you’re built differently, but it doesn’t stop you from unhelpfully comparing your bodies. They’re long and lithe, and you feel nervous that they’ll find something to pick apart and cement their dislike of you.

After a few minutes, your fears dissipate. Everyone is enjoying a relaxing day in the water and no one is staring at your thighs like they’re offended. Candace even tells you she likes your suit, so you know you’re being silly and remember that you have nothing to be self conscious about. Life isn’t a teenage rom-com and no one cares if you have some cellulite on your butt. It helps that you catch Tyler sliding his sunglasses down his nose and winking at you when his sisters aren’t looking. It makes your heart freeze before thumping wildly against your ribcage. 

You take turns getting dragged around the water on an inner tube as Tyler speeds the boat along the empty lake. Jackie shouts to be careful from the dock, drenched in the shadow of her sun-hat looking truly terrified. Everyone laughs and waves at her, cheering when Tyler jerks the boat around trying to throw you all off of the tube.

When the sun starts to set you hop in the shower and everyone ditches their bathing suits for a bath and dinner. Tyler grills up burgers outside and you all sit on deck around the table, laughing and eating, less tense than the evening prior. 

As the sun fully sets it gets chilly on the water, so you all head inside and start up a game of rummy. It’s friendlier than the game of Scrabble. It turns out none of you are very good at remembering what another player picked up and you are all holding a meld that someone else is also trying to build. 

Jackie wins, she claims she’s had longer to learn strategy and you all boo her, chucking your cards into the middle of the table before heading up to bed, thoroughly worn out from the long day on the water.. 

_________

Sunday passes largely the same way. Tyler lets you all take turns driving the boat, which is simultaneously the most fun you’ve ever had and the most terrified you’ve ever been. 

“Cassidy barely got her license and Candace has a lead foot. I don’t know what I was thinking!” He looks over at you, hat backwards on his head and looking bronze from head to toe. You can barely process what he’s saying when he looks like this, but his sisters squawk at his unfair assessment.

“I only failed one time!” Cassidy shouts over her shoulder. 

Candace nods, “And I’m the one who taught you how to drive, little brother. Have some fucking respect for your elders!” Candace sniffs, offended, and turns back towards the bow. 

After Tyler has insulted everyone’s boating abilities, he breaks out some paddle-boards from the boat garage. Turns out paddle boarding is not a hidden talent of yours. You’re far too clumsy to stand up for any length of time. All three siblings are athletic enough to maintain balance while laughing and shouting pointers at you to no avail.

That night's dinner is a little subdued because you all know you’ll be leaving in the morning and your little bubble of vacation is about to pop, but you feel like you've made headway with Candace. She sits across from you at dinner and asks about your life back in Texas and seems genuinely interested in your answers, even if it is just about the diner you work in or where your little apartment is in relation to Tyler’s house.

You know you're correct when she drags you in the house to get stuff for smores as Tyler lights a fire up in the yard. You're in the middle of grabbing the graham crackers when she corners you in the pantry. 

"I just wanted to apologize," she looks you directly in the eye and it's a little unnerving. 

"For what?” you shrug, not wanting to let her know you overheard Tyler on his phone call with her. 

"I just… I wasn't sure about you. But I'm actually really happy my brother brought you around." You smile and she does a little too, but continues, "It's hard to tell who's with him for the fame and the money and who actually likes him for his dorky self."

Her face drops when your brows knit together in confusion, "The fame?" 

It's her turn to look confused, "Yeah? Because of the…" she tapers off, tilts her head to the side, and you can see the family resemblance in the mannerism, "Did that fucking idiot not tell you what he does?"

"I just-” she stares at your with her brows knit together and it’s hard to continue, “I assumed he was an athletic trainer of some sort,” you start. "He travels a lot, and he's in good shape and, you know- it's Texas. Football’s big there. The players need to condition…"

She's shaking her head in her hands and you don’t know how this conversation went south so fast. 

"Okay. I'm going to tell you a secret. Please don't clue him in that you know...” She types into her phone, manicured fingers tapping gently against the glass. When she spins her phone around the Google search results have everything clicking together in your head. “Buuuuuut he's kind of a big deal." 

"Are you kidding me?" 

Candace looks stricken, eyes wide and palms out in front of her.

"You can't tell him I told you. He'll kill me. Please don't be mad. You can understand why he'd be cautious…" 

"I won't say anything. I just can't believe I didn't think of it. He's such a dope." You roll your eyes but start heading out of the pantry. "C'mon, they're going to get suspicious," you nudge her shoulder with yours so she knows you're okay. Candace looks relieved and follows you outside with the marshmallows. 

Your flight leaves early in the morning and you say goodbye over breakfast before loading up the car and driving to the airport. You're too tired to be mad at him for keeping you in the dark. You hate to say it, but you understand. By the time he drops you off at your house and kisses you goodbye, after thanking you for spending time with his family, you're so soft for him you forget why you were ever angry in the first place. 

_________

He’s not quite sure what to do now. It’s been so long. They’ve been dating for almost five months at this point. She’s been to his house, knows his dogs; she met his mother for Christ’s sake. 

With camp coming to an end and pre-season looming in the very near future, he’s out of time. 

So, he has her over. He makes her grilled cheese and pours her wine, just like the very first time he ever got her to come back here. He hopes the nostalgia will soften the blow of the bomb he’s about to drop. 

She sits there in her leggings, wrapped up in one of his sweatshirts. It’s now or never and he knows it. Has to spill the beans before she sees his face plastered on commercials and all over downtown Dallas next to Jamie’s on a billboard. 

He's casual, "So I, uh, have a little bit of a confession to tell you." 

She looks up and stops chewing, eyes wide and brows high. She puts her grilled cheese down and has a sip of water before turning to him, hands in her lap. “That sounds ominous.”

He doesn’t know what’s about to happen, but he knows he can’t put it off any longer, “I didn't really lie, but I've definitely omitted some truth. We're getting really close, so I think it's only fair that I tell you what you're getting yourself into."

She nods, picks her grilled cheese back up and picks at the crust, “You have some bodies buried under the pool or something?” 

He loves her. 

“No, nothing like that,” he sips his wine. "I, Uh. I'm…" he pauses and she nods for him to continue. "I’m a little famous? I play in the NHL and that's why I'm always traveling and my work schedule is so crazy."

There. It’s out in the open. She can reject him if she wants, but he did what was right. The silence stretches on as she chews her dinner thoughtfully and he has a mini-panic attack thinking of everything that can go wrong. He hardly had her buy in at the beginning of this relationship; could this be the weight that breaks the tenuous string of trust she gave him? 

He doesn’t say anything. Just waits for her and bounces his knee up and down, needing to do something to loose the frenetic energy building up in his body. 

She swallows the bite of grilled cheese in your mouth and nods, "Yeah, I know." 

The first thing he feels is relief. It’s cool and soothing and coats his body. The second thing he feels is utter bewilderment. "You know?" It comes out more accusatory than he intended. He’s just… shocked is all.

Nodding, she answers. "Yeah I've known for a while. Like a month now I think?" 

He can’t even string a whole sentence together. The only words leaving his mouth are half questions, “Who? I don’t- When did you? What?” She bites her lip to stifle a laugh and he takes a breath and tries again. 

“How did you find out?” 

She barely shrugs, gently lifts one shoulder and pats him on the knee, “A good investigator never reveals their sources…” He shakes his head, “but maybe it was a certain sister, who shall remain nameless”

It takes a minute or two for him to settle, but he stops and lays both of his hands on her knees. "It’s just as well I guess. You're okay with that? With my life?" He has to know she’s all in, just like he is. She won’t block his number and ghost him when she catches sight of the cardboard cutout of him that some of the bars downtown display as mostly a joke.

She lays both of her hands midway up his thighs, stares into his eyes and grins, "I don't scare easily."  Her smile is devastating and his heart explodes in his chest. She’s not going anywhere. She’ll still have him. All of him. 

He can’t help himself and he leans down and lays a kiss on her lips- mouth salty and soft. It’s sweeter somehow, with nothing separating them, "What a coincidence. That happens to be my favorite quality in a girl."

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[thecleverdame]

Control and Release - 11

Series Masterlist

TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: With the rest of the staff caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification,  mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, dub-con, nipple clamps, breath play (more warnings as the story continues)  

Words: 5.6k

Beta: @ilikaicalie

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You sit there naked as the shower turns on. There’s a part of you that knows you should leave, it’s the safest way to ensure a clean division between sex and, well, everything else. But the truth is all the logic in the world doesn’t stop you from getting up and joining him in the shower.

He turns toward you as you open the glass door and step inside, his hair slicked back. He moves out of the way for you to wet your hair before switching places. He doesn’t touch you, instead he watches as you lather your body with the hotel provided soap. His eyes follow as soapy hands move between your legs, then over your breasts. He waits for you to finish and then steps out, wrapping himself in a fluffy white towel, handing one to you before wordlessly disappearing back into the room.

You follow him, toweling dry, trying to act casual as he stands stark naked, rubbing his hair with the towel and slipping into bed. You do the same, walking to the other side and crawling under the sheets as he reaches over and turns off the light.

“Good night,” are his last words as he turns onto his side, facing away from you and settles in.

-

There’s a hand rubbing up and down your back as you lie belly down, still in the depths of sleep. Slowly you blink awake, the early morning sun shining through a crack in the curtains, cutting like a knife through butter into the dark of the room.

While you don’t know what time it is, it’s still early enough that no part of you wants to move. It’s Sam’s voice that brings you back into the land of the living and the realization that you’re still in his bed.

“You have to get up.” A big, warm hand spreads wide across your back, fingers fanning out. The feeling of his hands on you, skin on skin is a simple but rare pleasure.“It’s almost six and Pepper will be here soon. Our flight leaves at nine, and you need to pack.”

“It’s too early, just leave me here. I’ll live on the West Coast now.” you whisper, rolling onto your back. He’s hovering above you, propped up on one elbow looking bright eyed at this ungodly hour. “Do you ever sleep?”

“Rarely.” He pushes a strand of hair back from your cheek. “Really, you need to get up.”

“I’m moving.” With a final push, you force yourself to sit up and get out of bed. You're naked and it’s cold as you hop around the room, trying to find your clothes and get dressed. Still half asleep you walk to the door in a daze and he follows you. “Last night was...incredible. Really, I’ve never felt anything like that.”

He seems to enjoy your early morning confession, grinning as you yawn into the back of your hand.

“Go on,” he opens the door. “You can sleep on the plane, you deserve it.”

Five Days Later - Tuesday

You’ve spent the better part of two days staring at lists of phone numbers and calls. The computer does most of the cross-referencing, all you’re left with is a spreadsheet full of names, dates and times. Thousand of them.

It’s early afternoon when you realize that something’s wrong.

Before you were assigned to the endless pit of phone calls, Max had you sorting through and categorizing depositions, ensuring the transcriptions were correct. You know this case inside and out. You’ve heard every word of testimony a dozen times and that’s how you know that Kurt Jablonski, your client, swore up and down multiple times that he never made direct contact with a private investigator named Lea Hammond.

And yet here you are staring at a number identified as one of Lea Hammond’s burner phones making and receiving calls from an office line that only Kurt had access too. His calls are normally made through his security so it’s possible he’s naive enough to think that there wouldn’t be a trace, but you’re staring at the proof of their connection.

You’ve got no idea what this means, but it’s a huge case. Sam’s had teams flying back and forth from Florida for months.

Now comes the hard part, you have to tell Max.

You never returned his texts and he’s been giving you the cold shoulder. But you report to him, at least for this case, so there’s no way around it. You write down the names and dates on a post-it and head to the conference room where Max has set up shop with half a dozen other junior associates.

“Excuse me,” you knock lightly on the door frame and they all look up. Frank Walenchecz looks from you to Max and grins, which piques your interest but that’s not why you’re here. “Max, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“We’re kinda in the middle of something here.” He rotates his chair, eyeing you up and down. “I’ll find you later if you need me.”

Everyone in the room chuckles and your cheeks flush hot.

“I think you should look at this, I found something-”

“I said we’re busy.” He’s emboldened now, his condescending tone laced with an underlying hostility that you pick up on in a second.

“Max, this is serious,” you insist. “It says on the schedule that the team in Florida is going through final prep with Mr. Jablonski but-”

“Why don’t you worry about your filing and leave the thinking to the big boys, huh?” He tilts his head, making no attempt to hide as he stares at your breasts. “I’ll find you later, sweetheart.”

You can hear snickers as you shut the door, humiliated.

You wait. And wait.

It’s nearly six when you walk back down the hall only to find the conference room empty. He’s left for the day.

Wednesday

You’ve only been in the office for an hour, sorting through a new stack of documents when Lance Barton saunters up to your desk. He’s not exactly a friend, but the two of you are friendly per se. He’s a junior associate and just as full of himself as every other lawyer working at W & S, they all know how good they have it.

“Good morning,” he perches on your desk, shoving a paperweight to the side to make room for his ass.

“Hey,” you look at him, offering a genuine smile. He doesn’t say anything, just sits there staring at you with a shit eating grin on his face. “Did you need something?”

“Actually, I came to ask you that.” He chuckles, biting his bottom lip. It takes you a minute to understand exactly what he’s implying. When the realization finally dawns you’re so taken off guard that you don’t know how to respond.

“I-” you start, sitting back, staring at him in disbelief. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”

You turn back to your work, trying to ignore him, but he doesn’t move.

“Come on,” Lance leans down, placing his hand over yours on the desk, you jerk it back in response, unprepared for actual physical interaction. “We’ve always gotten along, haven’t we?”

“Please stop.” You pull your hand away, clutching it in your lap.

“Max said you liked to play hard to get.” He whispers, now close enough that you can feel his breath on your cheek. “But he also said it was worth it, that you’re a wild little thing.”

You look at him wide-eyed, mouth falling open as nausea sets in. “Max told you that?”

“Don’t be shy.” Lance smiles, his eyes trailing down your body. “You just let me know the next time you need an itch scratched and I’ll take care of you.”

He saunters away, looking smug, leaving you gutted. You’d already guessed from Max’s reaction yesterday that he’d greatly exaggerated his relationship with you, but this is a whole other level.

Greg Smith from IT walks by your desk, eyes lingering too long and you know it has already grown into something you’re not going to be able to control.

Thursday

“Everyone knows your dirty little secret.” Pepper pours herself a coffee looking up at you. “I mean, you probably think you’re hiding it but I can see right through you.”

You almost choke on your spit, stopping to stare at her, swallowing hard.

“What are you talking about?” you stammer and she smirks, sipping her coffee.

“Oh stop it. The whole office knows about you two.” She shakes her head and you want to melt into the floor.

“You’re talking about….Max?” 

God, you hope it’s only Max.

“Who else?” Pepper is always a bitch but she’s really enjoying this. “I knew there was something between the two of you.”

“There was and never has been anything going on between us.” You correct her, holding your head high.

“I could have told you he was a snake. They’re all wannabes with too much money who think they’re going to be Sam Winchester some day. It’s pathetic.”

“Whatever he said, it’s not true.” You want to ask for more details but you’re not sure you could handle it.

“He told everyone, might as well have sent out a newsletter. Every nasty detail, how you suck cock, how you begged him to fuck you...everywhere. He told Colin you’re too slutty for him. Too much of a whore for Max...that must be a new low.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you whisper, fighting back tears. There’s a swell of anger and humiliation rising in your chest.

“Because you should know. I might be a lot of things, but I’m not afraid to say things to someone’s face. I know you’re Sam’s favorite right now, God only knows why. But that doesn’t mean anything in the real world. Outside of his office, you’re just a small fish, fighting for room in the pond with the rest of us.”

She turns on her heels and walks away, leaving you stunned.

-

The last thing you want to do is see Max face to face, but you need to show him the information you found. While you’d love to see him crash and burn, it could affect Sam and you won’t let that happen.

You knock twice on the door to his small, windowless office and he looks up. His face hardens when he realizes it’s you. “Back for more? Can’t stay away huh?”

“What are you talking about?” You shrug, stepping inside and shutting the door. “It’s just us now, stop the act. I thought we were friends, Max. Why are you doing this?”

“What am I doing?” he asks, picking up a stress ball and squeezing it in his fist. “I haven’t  talked to you in a week.”

“You’ve talked to everyone else. Telling stories about things that never happened.” Stepping closer to his desk you search his face for some kind of understand. You didn’t see this coming. Are you this bad of a judge of character? “Why are you trying to hurt me?”

“Why are you such a cock tease?” he spits, crushing the foam ball in his grasp.

“You know,” you back out the room, defeated, “the sad part is that I thought you were a good guy.”

“Why don’t you go find someone else to play your games with,” Max calls out as you leave and you hear the ball hit the wall with a soft thump.

Friday Morning

Sam waits outside the door to the conference room as Pepper hands him the latest update on the case. He opens the folio, reading through the documents. He’s always fully prepared.

“Do you need me?” Pepper asks, “Because I need to finish the notes from your call with Mr. Takahashi. You’ll need the final proposal before your one o’clock.”

“No,” Sam shakes his head without look up. “I should be back in my office by eleven. We’ll have time to review.”

She wanders off and Sam’s flips through page after page, scanning the notes. He’s not really listening, it’s your name that pulls him out of what he’s reading, moving closer to the open door.

“I’m telling she was practically begging for it,” Max explains.

“If Y/N was so into it then why are you so hot and cold?” Another voice asks. “You’ve been after her for months.”

“Because every other guy has already been there.” Max laughs. “I mean she’s a real whore, let me fuck her ass the first time. That’s how you know she’s been open for business.”

“Shit,” someone else grunts. “If you don’t want her, I’ll damn sure get in line.”

“Go for it man, two drinks and she was all over my dick like she hadn’t been fucked in years. She was starving for it.”

Friday Afternoon

“What is it?” Sam snips, looking for up for only a second. You haven’t seen him since you got off the plane in Boston last week. You know he’s been busy but you expected less hostility.

“I need to show you something.” You inch into his office.

“Can it wait?” He sits up, pulling off his glasses to stare you. He normally looks you up and down but right now his eyes are boring a hole into yours with an unwavering stare. “I’m busy. I don’t have time for you today.”

Jesus.

You take a breath, holding back with everything you have, you’ve wanted to cry for forty-eight hours but you didn’t think Sam would be the one to push you over the edge.

“Um-” you stutter, words getting caught in your throat.

“Um?” He raises an eyebrow. “Pull yourself together, use words like an adult.”

You swallow hard, tears brimming, as you try to swallow the thump in your throat.

“There’s something I came across when I was sorting through phone records for the Jablonski case.” You manage stable words, masking your looming breakdown.

“And you’re bothering me with this why?” He asks plainly as if you’re some low-level employee he’s never laid eyes on before.

“I just thought-”

“What did you just think? That because I fucked you I would suddenly have time for whatever this is?” His eyes are on fire and you wished you could melt into the floor.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a real dick, you know that?” you whisper, a tear running down your cheek, mouth trembling. “What did I do?”

His eyes light up, rage threatening right there under the surface. “Why aren’t you giving this to your project leader? Max has time for you, I’m sure.”

“I tried. He won’t listen to me.”

“Why?” Sam’s jaw locks, seething with anger. You’ve got no idea where this is coming from but you’re fully prepared to leave this building and never come back. “Stop crying, it’s pathetic.”

“Because,” you close your eyes, fresh tears falling, you’re really crying now. You stare at the floor, unable to take any more of his glare. “Because he’s mad at me.”

“Why is he mad at you?” He pushes as if he's waiting for some lurid confession.

“I wouldn’t sleep with him. He’s been an absolute asshole. He’s successfully made my life a living hell. I’m pretty sure he told everyone in the building that I’m a whore. I’ve got people I don’t even know whispering about me in the halls. I tried to show him but he won’t listen to me. I found something. I think it’s important so I came up here to tell you and now you’re...whatever this is. Please just take this so I can leave.”

You hold out a folder, wincing as he steps forward. He takes the folder out of your hands, but the next thing you feel is both his hands cupping your face, thumbs pressed into your cheeks.

“Calm down.” His voice is softer now, less commanding, more soothing.

You look at him, and gone is his threatening stare, it’s been replaced by something gentler.

“I haven’t done anything, to anyone.” you offer, stripped bare of pretense as you look up at him. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I jumped to some conclusions, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” It makes sense now, he’s heard the rumors. One of his hands moves from your face to your chest, placing his hand wide over your heart, resting between your breasts, guiding your breath. “I’m sorry.”

While it doesn’t excuse his actions you’re fairly sure Sam Winchester rarely apologizes, if ever.

“Okay,” you whisper, unable to dive any deeper, not right now at least.

“I’ll look through what you brought and take care of the Max situation.”

“I’m not a snitch,” you gulp, “I didn’t tell you to get him in trouble.”

“I know that. But you did tell me and I can’t have one of my employees talking about another like this. I won’t allow this kind of hostile environment for anyone.”

“He’s going to know I told you.”

“He’s going to know you told HR, because that’s how we’ll deal with it.” He sets the folder on his desk and picks up his phone.

“You’re done for the week. Go downstairs, I’ll have my driver take you to my house. You’re going to spend the weekend with me.”

“The weekend?” You look up, wiping tears as your mind tries to shift off of Max and into whatever this new territory is. “I don’t have anything with me.”

“You won’t need much.”

-

Sam’s house is a huge, modern home in Newton, Massachusetts. You know from listening to Pepper that he has a loft in Boston but this sprawling architectural wonder is his real home, far outside the city.

Dealing with him on a more intimate level it’s been easy to forget that he’s filthy fucking rich. He’s made more money than most people can dream of and this house is a jarring reminder that you’re in his world now.

The driver walks you to the door, punches in a code and ensures you’re inside before leaving. The floors are dark wood and everything else is stark white, it makes the place feel almost antiseptic. You take your shoes off and trail down the hallway that opens up into a generous living area, twice the size of your entire apartment. There is a couch, several chairs, and a coffee table. The walls are bare, save for one huge painting hanging on the wall, it’s all dark colors and strange shapes.

You continue exploring, wandering down a narrow hall to the right and find the kitchen. It’s just as devoid of personality as the rest of the house. He could feed a small army and you wonder if he’s ever lonely being one man with all this unnecessary space.

There’s a labyrinth of empty bedrooms, filled with furniture and not much else. At the end of this hall is his room, it’s unmistakable. In contrast to the rest of the place, there are splashes of color. The door to his closet is open and you slip inside, flipping on the light to find hundreds of suits, pressed and hung with meticulous care. There’s a second closet filled with his casual clothing, sneakers, and gym clothes. It sparks a lot of thought about what he’s truly like outside of the professional world.

Is this it? Is all this naked space his life? It seems...unfulfilling.

At the end of the closet, there’s a dresser with two pictures sitting on top. You pick one up and examine it. It’s a family, mother, and father, a young boy and a baby. It’s easy to guess that the baby is Sam, this was a life that was taken from him.

The second photo is unmistakably Sam with a mop of wild hair hanging over his forehead. He looks to be in his early twenties and he’s smiling bright and happy, eyes lit up with joy. He’s got his arm around a beautiful blonde who’s pressing her lips to his cheek. This Sam looks alive, warm and inviting. Another version of him from a happier time.

There’s a faint sound and you set the picture down, shutting off the light and scrambling out of the room. You find him in the living room, slipping his suit jacket off and laying it over the back of a chair. He looks up, a half-smile crossing his lips.

“You,” he points to you, shaking his head. “Just saved me from an utter disaster. I have twenty lawyers on that case, five paralegals and you’re the only who caught the phone calls.”

“It was something?” you question, moving closer.

“More than something. Kurt hasn’t been telling us the truth. If we had moved forward with our current strategy he would have ended up in jail and our reputation would have taken a massive hit.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help,” you offer, still reeling from the rollercoaster of a day you’ve had. “Before you say anything else, there’s something I need to say.”

“What is it?” he asks, getting closer.

“I know you have a lot going on. You’re busy and you don’t always have time for me. I understand that you’re blunt and like to get right to the point. But I can’t handle the way you spoke to me today. I enjoy what we have, but I won’t be around someone who treats me like that.”

He waits for a beat, eyes honing in on you, his head tilting as his tongue darts out. You can practically see the gears turning.

“I overheard a rumor and took it as truth. I, of all people, should know better,” he offers. “I don’t share. I’ve never played well with others and when I heard what I did, I reacted. I am sorry for that. I asked you to trust me and I need to trust you in return. It’s the only way this works. I trust you to keep your word, make good on your commitments. I will never speak to you that way again.”

“Good.” You gulp, feeling suddenly small in his living room. “Let’s not talk about it anymore.”

“Agreed.” He moves past you, reaching out to squeeze your arm as he heads off toward the kitchen and you follow. “Are you hungry?”

“Yea - Yes. I am. I was so worked up all day, I haven’t eaten anything since last night,” you confess, almost afraid of what kind of strange, kale-infused delicacy he’ll offer you.

“I’ll make something.” He opens the refrigerator, looking back you. “How do you feel about beets?”

-

“What I’m about to do is all about trust,” Sam explains as you sit naked in his lap, knees on either side of his thighs. His cock is thick and hard, trapped between your bellies.

“I know,” you nod, one hand on each of his shoulders. Your nails sink into his skin, holding on like he’s already begun. You look him in the eyes, searching for understanding. “I trust you, I’m just...nervous.”

“You’ll like it.” He nods, both hands holding your hips tightly. “It’s an incredible release.”

His hand wedges between your bodies again, finding your clit, rubbing a few last times before he gets started. He’s spent the better part of an hour getting you worked up, you're wet and throbbing, ready for more.  

“Lift up,” he instructs and you rise up on your knees as he takes his cock into his hand and slips the head into your pussy. “Now lower down, take it all.”

You stare at him as you slide down his dick, not stopping until you’re filled to the brim.

“Jesus,” you gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He’s thick, a wonderful stretch that sends little jolts of pleasure up your spine.

“Hands behind your back.”

You comply, placing your wrists together at the base of your spine. He picks up his discarded tie, reaching around and securing your wrists. The fact that he doesn’t need to see to be able to properly tie you up, has you both excited and concerned.

Sitting back he looks at you, then down to where you’re sitting on his dick.

“Fuck yourself on my cock, slowly.”

Lifting up you hum with satisfaction, feeling the drag of him inside you. It’s only intensified when you sink back and find a rhythm, even and constant, as you stare at each other. After a few minutes he starts to breath faster, mouth clamped shut as he studies your face. One hand comes up and slides around your throat. His fingers nearly reach the back of your neck, thumb pressing into the opposite side under your jaw.  

He squeezes, not hard, just enough to make you feel the pressure and you whimper, sliding up and down his shaft. Leaning all the way back in the chair, he reaches between your bodies with his free hand and begins to carefully rub your clit.

Your mouth falls open as the pleasure builds, everything between your legs slick and throbbing. His cock alone would be enough to get you off like this, you’re not used to the stretch yet, you doubt you ever will be, but it’s a wonderful challenge as you lift yourself up and down in his lap.

“Feels so good,” you whisper, biting your lower lip, his thumb moving faster over your swollen clit.

“Stick your tongue out,” he instructs. You blink, feeling the all too familiar shame creep in as you drop your jaw and stick your tongue out.

He keeps you just like this as the minutes tick by, your whimpers and moans sound even more desperate with your mouth wide open, tongue hanging out like some kind of slutty porn star.

Tugging at your hands you almost falter, only to have the hand around your throat grow tighter, holding you in place.

“You don’t have to ask permission to cum, just let it happen.” And with that his lips curl and his fingers clench and suddenly you can’t breathe. You knew this was coming, he’d prepared you for it but the first time you can’t help the panic, your heart speeding up.

For five seconds you are open-mouthed, fighting for air and then he lets up and you suck in a huge breath.

“Don’t stop fucking,” he reminds you. You’ve slowed down but you pick up the pace, sliding back and forth more than up and down. “Tongue back out.”

You comply and his grip tightens until you can’t breathe again and this time it’s longer. His thumb works faster over your bud, his hips rise up, keeping his cock moving inside you.

This time it’s ten seconds, and by the time he lets go your whole body is hot, sweat breaking out from head to toe.

You expected more pleasure, it’s not exactly bad but also not the pay off you anticipated.

After a few deep breaths, you stick out your tongue and ride him as his fist closes around your throat, tighter than the two previous times. His thumb presses firm, you feel your orgasm building as he squeezes the last breath out of you. You start to squirm, pulling at the restraints out of instinct. A desperate gagging sound leaves your throat and you’re getting closer and closer and then it happens at the same time. Your vision starts to go spotty and you cum at the same time. He eases up, but barely, still controlling the air supply as you jerk on his cock.

You’re floating and then there’s a rush of pure euphoria. It’s a tingling, weightless feeling that seamlessly melts into the pleasure of your orgasm and the whole world fades away. There’s nothing else, only the feeling of your body rolling up and down and an incredible pleasure between your legs.

Unsure how long you’ve hung in this transcendental state, you blink, vision clearing only to find Sam staring at you, both his hands cupped around your cheeks, holding your head up.

“Wow,” you whisper smiling like a fool, looking at him from under hooded eyes as an overwhelming wave of satisfaction and bliss sets in. “Thank you.”

“It looked incredible.” His eyes are lit up and moving quickly, searching your face.

“Untie me please,” you request softly, not entirely of sound mind yet.

He blinks, hesitates for a moment, then one hand leaves your face to reach behind you to free your wrists. Without thinking you wrap yourself around him, both hands sliding behind his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder.

His palms slide up your back, holding you as you come back down to earth, thumbs stroking back and forth until your breathing is back to normal. Once you’ve semi-recovered you sit up, inches away from his face as you look at each other. He’s even more handsome up close, the little wrinkles around his eyes and the pink of his lips are beautiful.

Wordlessly you lift yourself up, letting his cock slide almost of your pussy before sinking back down, finding a pace that makes your thighs burn as you ride him, desperate to give him the same release he’s just gifted you.

“Fuck,” he groans, head tipped back, the muscles of his neck straining. The two big hands on your hips pull you down onto him, holding you in place as he cums, spurting warm inside you until he’s finished.

After a few minutes, he lifts you up and off his semi-hard cock, rubbing his knuckles directly over your cheek, a tender caress that makes your eyes close in response.

“Now, get on your knees and suck my cock until it’s clean.”

-

“Sam,” you start, watching the subtitles on the muted TV as a newscaster talks about the upcoming election. “Why am I here?”

“What do you mean?” he responds, only half paying attention.

“I’m in your house, in your bed. You said you want to me stay all weekend. Don’t get me wrong, I want to be here, but I didn’t think you would want someone in your personal space.”

“I don’t mind having you in my personal space as long as it’s at my request.” He explains evenly, glancing up. “I’ve been busy this last week. My schedule is only going to get tighter. Weekends might be the only time we get to see each for a while. I won’t have time for the same interactions while I’m at work.”

“That makes sense.”

“Are you alright with that? Do you have a cat that needs to be fed?”

“No, no animals, no social life to speak of. We’re perfect for each other.” You smile and he grins looking back to the screen.

“What will happen to Max?” you ask, laying on your back staring at the ceiling of his bedroom.

“Do you care?”

“No. I’m sure he deserves whatever he gets,” you nod, the feeling of the last few days washing over you again.

“What happened to make him so upset?” Sam’s inquiry seems genuine.

“I turned him down. Some men are like that, for whatever reason they can’t handle being told no. Honestly, I had no idea he was that upset with me. I can only imagine what they all think of me. It’s so embarrassing.”

“You’re not the one that has anything to be embarrassed about.” His eyes go back the report in front of him, sliding the screen up but still talking. “Even if everything he said was true, it shouldn’t matter.”

He goes back to his work, reviewing some document that can’t wait until Monday and you lie there, pretending to watch a rerun of Frasier that comes on after the news broadcast.

“Sam, can I ask you something?”

“It seems like you’re going to regardless of my answer.” He glances at you.

“Are you happy?”

He stops, looking up and forward before turning to staring at you as if you’ve just asked him to hop on one foot.

“Is anyone?”

“I am.” You roll onto your side. “I mean, I’m not over the moon every day, but I’m content and I have moments of real, true happiness.”

“Why are you asking me this?”

“I was just thinking about you. I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have asked-”

“It’s fine.” He sets down the tablet on the nightstand and rolls onto his side, propping his elbow on the pillow. “No, I’m not happy in a traditional sense. I’m satisfied. I’m focused, I accomplish things no one else would ever be able to. There are a lot of things you have to give up to have the career I’ve had. I built something. I gave up happiness for success, it was a conscious choice.”

“Don’t you want more than your job?”

“No.” He shakes his head without hesitation. “When you add too much into the mix, things get messy.”

“Is that why you have me? I mean, you’re a pretty big deal. I can’t imagine you’re desperate for dates.”

“I don’t date, I have no desire for that. Having people in your life makes you unfocused, they’re distractions.”

“I’m not a distraction?” you inquire. A psychologist would have a field day with him.

“You are exactly what I need you to be. I’m not a robot. I have the same base urges as every other red-blooded American male, but instead of marrying the first pretty girl with long legs that liked my money, I decided to leave sex in its own category. My life is compartmentalized, things run smoother that way.”

“Do you have friends?”

“Not anymore.” His voices wavers, just a little but you catch it, trying your best to not let on. “For me friends are either a liability or a disappointment. I’ve never met anyone who didn’t fall into one of the two categories.”

“Geez, which one am I?”

“You’re not my friend,” he states, eyes narrowing. “You are a category all your own.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing.”

-

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You Lost Me (d.d.)

Request: imagine david cheats on you and you leave him but ur boo boo the fool so one night you end up texting him back and y’all hook up and he thinks y’all are gonna get back together, but you leave again and it’s just super angsty

Warning: angsty, cussing, alcohol

You hear his special ringtone go off for the 5th time this evening as you’re sitting there drinking some wine to help you destress. It’s been 3 months since you caught David cheating on you with that slutty Instagram model. You don’t even remember her name just that she vaguely looks like Kylie Jenner, but don’t they all. You want to delete him from your phone but you keep hesitating. It just seems so final. You’ve already deleted him from everywhere on social media. This is your final connection to him. You don’t even hang out with any of your mutual friends anymore because the couple of times you did, David would show up trying to beg you to come back causing a scene and you couldn’t stand it.

You look at the notification and roll your eyes in disgust.

David: Y/N, please talk to me. I can’t stand not telling you my side of it.

You get up rolling your hands into fists. Yeah, his side alright. You saw all the messages David sent what’s-her-name, begging her to come hang out with the vlog squad, telling her how sexy she looked and finally asking her to hook up with him while you were out of town visiting your family. That’s when you caught them. You arrived home earlier because you were able to take a red eye just to surprise him. There was a surprise of course, but to you. Walking into his bedroom with that slut riding on top of him. He was a deer in headlights when he saw you in the doorway. You looked at him and then looked at her and in the calmest voice you’ve ever had said “Enjoy my sloppy seconds.” You walked into the kitchen pulled David’s house key from your keychain and left it on the island. As you walked out the door you heard David call out your name, and you keep walking like you hadn’t heard a thing you get into your car and drive off. As soon as your a couple of blocks away, you pull into a parking lot and bawl your eyes out.

You pour yourself another cup of wine. You’ve lost count on how many you’ve had but you realize it might be a little too many since now you feel hazy and a little horny. Your phone goes off again.

David: Please Y/N can I please come over and just talk.

Y/N: No David I dddont want to hhear ir from u.

David: Wait, are you drunk?

Y/N: Hhelll no im nnot drubk ashole

David: Baby you drunk

Y/N: Im not u beba. Duck u David

David: I’m coming over cuz you need someone

Y/N: Nooo im warning u I not gonna aanssee door.

You put your phone down and lay on the couch to fall asleep cuz you’re feeling nice and warm. Next thing you know you feel a hand caress your check. You jump up scared because you know you didn’t leave the door unlocked.

“Shh it’s ok it’s just me. I still have the key to you place remember. You never asked for it back.” David says as he looks with his signature smirk.

You groan because you forgot that you had given him a key, and you never changed the locks like you told yourself you would.

“David, I told you not to come.” You say feeling a twinge of a headache knowing your gonna have a killer hangover tomorrow.

“I know but I figured this would be the best time for us to talk about what happened.”

“David I know what happened you know what happened. It doesn’t matter anymore, you made your bed or should I said unmade your bed now lie in it with your fucking slut.”

“Baby I’m so sorry for lying to you and cheating on you. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You already lost me David. The minute you stuck your dick in her pussy I was gone for good.” You retort back.

“But shes not you Y/N.” David replies as he’s caressing your thigh.

You try to remove his hand from your thigh because he knows all your weak spots since you did date from almost a year. It also doesn’t help your horny as fuck now.

“David-“ He catches your lips with his as you say his name and you forget what you were about to say and you start kissing him back because it’s been too long without him or anyone really. And the alcohol is really making you feel so free. His hands roam all over your body. You forgot it could be like this. One of the things that drove you crazy about him was his hands. He knew how to use them very well.

You wake up the next morning with the sun hitting your eyes. You try to get up and groan as the room spins and your head is throbbing. You knew you shouldn’t have had so many glasses of wine. As you lay there and then you feel movement to your left. You freeze trying to rack your brain on who it could be. You remember being alone, laying down on the couch and then you see David’s smirking face in your mind. Fuck, you think, please don’t let it be David. You slowly look at the warm body next to yours and see shaggy brown hair that could only belong to one person. You’re so angry with yourself. This isn’t what you wanted.

“David, Wake up.” You start shaking him angrily.

“Y/N, it’s too early. Come on, baby just fall back asleep a couple more hours. I gotta go edit in a little to post this week. You can come with.” David says yawning.

“First of all I’m not your baby. Last night should have not happened and you need to leave!” You snap.

“Whoa Y/N, I thought we were fine. I already told you I was sorry. We just need to leave it in the past and focus on our future. Please I can’t stand not having you around.” David pleads.

“Honestly David, I’m sick of this. We are not getting back together. I don’t trust you and I don’t think I ever will. We are done and you need to get that through your head. I was in a weak moment and you took advantage. I need you to get the fuck out of my house!” You scream at the top of your lungs.

“Ok geez Y/N, I’ll leave but you’ll realize what your missing out on.”

“Yea I’m totally gonna miss a lying womanizer son of a bitch!”

David glares at you and gets up from the bed putting on his pants. You follow him out to the living room where he grabs his phone and keys from the coffee table and starts to walk out the door, before he leaves, he turns and looks at you. He has tears in his eyes, which you weren’t expecting.

“I never meant for it to end this way.” He croaked before shutting the door behind him.

You stand there looking at the door, pick up a vase and throw it at the door, sinking to you knees with your hands to your face sobbing thinking you wish it never ended this way either.

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Midnight Snack - Sheriff Brackett x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You’ve had a crush on your best friend Annie’s dad since high school. Now that you’re leaving for college, things reach a boiling point... and Brackett can’t get you out of his head. 

@chari-koopa whew this was so freaking hot to write hnnng

"I really appreciate you helping with the move."

You enter Annie's house, a doorway you've been through too many times to count, and grin, grabbing you both a cider from the fridge.

"I'm not about to leave you with some creepy mover guys who'll probably try to grope you."

"Thanks, hun. You're a real pal."

You giggle and toss Annie some scissors. She cuts an empty wine box open, and the two of you get to work.

"When we get to college," Annie says, "We're gonna take the entire campus by storm."

"Like how? Like we're gonna fuck our way through the campus population?" you ask.

"Exactly," Annie nods, and you look off.

"Yeah." Annie glances over at you.

"Maybe just me. My dad won't be there, so you'll be shit out of luck."

"Guess I'll just have to make use of our last night in town."

Annie makes a face. "Do it in his squad car or something, I don't need to fucking hear that."

"What about the squad car?"

You both jump, turning to see Sheriff Brackett coming in the front. You feel a wave of arousal-- he's got the top two buttons of his uniform undone, and his aviators make him look like a force to be reckoned with. Of course, the fuzzy man underneath shows through as he takes his hat off and gives a proud smile. "Did you girls really notice? I got it in for a car wash, looks nice and shiny now."

Annie busts laughing, and you have to fight not to as well. The poor guy looks utterly clueless as Annie pats him on the back. He shakes his head.

"I'll never understand you two," he sighs, grabbing himself some water, "Just as well. Guess some things never change."

You watch him go, and Annie snaps in front of your face.

"Back to business, baby. Let's go up to my room, start on my closet."

"Right."

As you head up the stairs, the Sheriff looks back to check the clock, catching a glimpse of your tight little shorts in doing so. He looks away quickly, swallowing.

After a good solid hour and a half of working on packing up her room, Sheriff Brackett calls up that dinner's ready. 

"Well, I was gonna make some of my famous homemade potato chip and corn casserole, yes Annie-- with whole grain pasta-- but I figured to hell with that, it's your last night here at home!"

"Dad--" Annie warns, and her dad hushes her as he pops open a box on the table.

"Nice cheesy pizza! That should pack the calories on good."

You smile, taking a slice. "Thanks, Mr. Brackett."

"No sweat at all, honey."

You sigh to yourself, and Annie smirks across the table. Her dad busies himself with chowing down on the first slice. Annie sparks up conversation.

"So Paul from chem has serious big dick energy," she says to you, "I wonder if I should keep seeing him even after we start college."

You shrug. "He seems really into you. I think you should." You start to smirk. "Mr. Brackett, you have big dick energy." He looks up, startled.

"I, I what, sweetheart?"

"Don't torture him, (y/n)."

"Big dick energy," you repeat. Brackett looks absolutely baffled.

"Well, I try not to be a dick, I mean--”

“No, not like--”

Annie changes the subject. "Halloween's coming up. What are you gonna be, babe?"

"Mmmm cheerleader maybe."

"Slutty cheerleader?"

"The sluttiest."

"That's my girl, leave nothing to the imagination."

Sheriff Brackett coughs, and you kick Annie under the table with a grin.

Annie folds her hands. "Well regardless, I know my dad'll like the costume."

"Annie!" Sheriff Brackett blushes harder than you had ever seen that poor man blush as she gets up to grab the napkins. He takes a seat across from you, flustered and in a panic. "Sorry 'bout her, she's.... I don't know where she gets these... it's just so unfounded--"

You watch him stammer and go red, and at last you put him out of his misery. "It's fine."

"--Cause I just want you to know, I don't... I wouldn't--"

"Hey. I don't mind." The way you say it gives him pause, but he brushes it off.

"Okay. Well, eat up, I've got another one on the counter if we're all real hungry enough."

On one hand, you feel guilty about teasing a kind man who obviously strives to be the best possible version of himself. On the other hand, he's fucking hot, and you can't lie to yourself about how much you want him anymore. Besides, you're convinced he's got a wild side somewhere deep in there. Probably where he stores all his deepest secrets...

You're honestly surprised too, how well Annie took it that you had a crush on her dad. You had told her back in eleventh grade, when the both of you were too drunk to have any sort of filter. Of course, at first, she had been a nightmare about it-- she wouldn't speak to you for a month. She had demanded you tell her if you had slept with him, which you assured her, had never happened. Then she realized how ridiculous she was being, and had actively been trying to set you up since.

"Mr. Brackett?" You look up at him, and he looks at you, mouth full of pizza.

"Mm, yeah? What is it, sweetie?"

You reach your hand across the table, and put it on his. He swallows his food.

"I'm about to go off to college."

His eyes don't leave your hand. "True."

"And..." you bite your lip, working up the courage to tell him. "I just wanted you to know..."

Annie comes back in to set the table, and you retract your hand slowly.

 ----

After dinner, you go up to Annie's room to watch bad horror movies.

"Have you ever seen Rob Zombie's 31?" Annie asks, grabbing her remote.

"No, put it on."

Annie gets up on her bed, and looks around her bare walls, save for the TV. The finger painting of the high school principal was still there below Annie's windowsill from when Lynda had been high off her ass. The dent was still there behind Annie's headboard from when she lost her virginity. All the shit from growing up was still around, and it was bittersweet to leave it.

"Fucking weird."

You take off your shorts, looking for your pajama top. "I know, right? I basically grew up here with you."

"I'm gonna miss it, in a way. Hey, you wanna borrow one of my tops?"

"You mean Paul? He's not my type." Annie rolls her eyes, and you laugh. "I was sure I brought my cami. Lemme just check the hall for it."

You head out into the dark hallway, and kick around for the top.

Here it is. You dropped it on the top step. Bending over in your panties, you pick it up, and take your daytime top off, exposing your bra. You can change quickly before--

"Oh my god," you hear behind you, and you whip around to see Sheriff Brackett standing outside the bathroom door, toothbrush in hand. "I didn't see anything," he blurts, and you giggle, covering your breasts for his sake only.

"Like em?"

He stutters harder than a nail gun. "I, I really couldn't say..."

"Oh?"

He's not playing your game. "Goodnight, (y/n)."

"Sweet dreams, Mr. Brackett!"

"Yeah, you too."

You watch him bump into a wall, since he's got his hands over his eyes. You chance a look down to see if he's hard, but in the dark you can't tell if that's a bulge or just creases. Grinning to yourself, you put your top on, and head back to Annie's room.

"He--"

Annie holds up a hand. "Spare me the details, please. He's still my dad."

You two flick on the movie, and snuggle in.

 ----

Your eyes open. You lean over to look at the clock blearily, and see that it's 1:05 in the morning. Yawning, you look over to find the movie's special features playing, and Annie fast asleep from the day's labor. Turning back over, you realize your throat is dry. You'd have no trouble finding your way down in the dark for some water, and possibly a snackie or two. 

Down the hall, Sheriff Brackett is tossing and turning through his dream.

Fuck... your ass looks so good in his dream, in a cheerleader skirt. The skirt barely covers the bottom of it, and you're otherwise naked under a baggy Haddonfield varsity jacket, that hangs partially open.

He vaguely remembers offering to do up the buttons of the jacket, or you'll catch a chill, but he's weak. He wants you to take it all off.

God, yes...

His hand rubs down your shoulder, down your stomach, then rubs between your legs. Suddenly the setting has changed; you're bent over his squad car, tits pressed flat against the hood. He's dressed in his full sheriff's uniform, aviator sunglasses on. Anyone could drive by at any time and see just what you're doing.

"You want this, hun?" he murmurs to you in a fog of lust, rubbing his clothed cock against your ass. "Let me show you what little sluts get in my town."

"Mff," the Sheriff groans in bed, body responding to that part of the dream.

"Fuck yeah," he can hear you moan, "Fuck me so good. Fuck me, daddy, I need you inside me, teaching me a lesson."

Brackett's hips plunge forward as he rocks them, imagining how he'd keep you pressed there, telling you to take what he gives. He keeps getting harder and harder, and lets out a breathless moan as he already feels an orgasm approach. You flip onto your back, and lick your lips like a vixen, encouraging him in broad daylight.

"Come on me?"

"Unf..." Brackett mumbles into his pillow, and rocks his hips forward, pushing his cock against the mattress as he throbs for release.

"Please, please, Sheriff Brackett, sir, I've been so fuckin’ bad."

In the dream, he unzips himself, and finally opens your legs, burying himself into your tight heat on the hood of his car-

"Jesus!"

He shoots up in bed, running a hand through his mussed hair. He turns the bedside lamp on, catching his breath. Your tits still ensnare his mind, and he rubs his eyes. Then he feels the weight between his legs, and looks down to find himself with a painful erection, precum soaking through his boxers. When he has the opportunity, he sleeps commando, but on nights when Annie was home or she had guests, he doesn't for obvious reasons. He can still see the outline of his bulge though, and feel how far gone he was.

"Aw. Damn it all to hell," he grumbles, and sucks in a quick breath as the sheets brush against him. Well, at least he didn't finish all over the bedding. He had been getting pretty close there.

Images of you flash through his head, that smirk you always give him, your innocent little blink, the way you licked the sauce from your fingertips tonight, god, what he wouldn't give to see you blow him.

"You sir, need to calm down and go back to sleep," he says aloud, rubbing his eyes again, "That's your daughter's best friend."

He knew as well as any after years of experience though, that an erection like this one would not go away easily, but he could at least try to stave off taking care of it til he got up, so he could blame it on morning wood.

He gets up, out of bed, and scratches his stomach as he walks downstairs for a midnight sweet treat. Even though Annie would skewer him come morning for snacking after pizza, maybe a little sugar would help get his mind off his situation.

"Shit and carry seven," he mutters, noticing a light in the kitchen in front of him. He sees you, perfectly presented in lacy panties, bending over to grab something from the fridge. Your curves, and cute little ass throw him into another meltdown that almost sends him running back upstairs... but you turn, spoon hanging from your mouth.

"Mr. Brackett?"

He swallows, tries to appear nonchalant. "(y/n)!" He leans against the counter and crosses his legs. "What, uh, what're you doing up, sweetheart?"

You shrug sheepishly. "I was hungry. Hope you don't mind, I... had some ice cream."

He shakes his head. "I was just on my way for some myself. Don’t tell Annie-- she wants me to lose the stomach, but I figure, at my age, ice cream and sticky buns aren't such a crime."

"I think you look great," you walk toward him and rub a hand against his stomach. "I wouldn't change a thing." His breath hitches.

"Well thank you."

"So you really don't mind?" you gesture to the ice cream with a pout.

"You know anything in this place is yours too."

You lick the dripping spoon. "...Anything?"

He stops, scratches his head, and jerks a thumb back. "You enjoy the ice cream, I think I’ll--"

"Didn't you want some too?" you murmur, and walk forward with the carton. You take a spoonful, and reach it out to his mouth. He opens his lips and takes it, and you watch him lick it all off, sharp eyes never leaving you.

"Mm. Good, right?"

"Uh huh."

"You look like you'd be very talented at eating a woman out, Mr. Brackett." Your hands reach around to slide down his ass before he can blabber his way out of this one. "...When was the last time you made a woman feel real good?"

"Umm," he mumbles, transfixed by you. You feel his hips bump forward, and you take another spoonful of ice cream, licking it off yourself. Then, with the sweet taste of vanilla still in your mouth, you lean up and kiss him. He exhales desperately, hands flying to your back to squeeze you to him, and you lick along his bottom lip before getting to his tongue, sharing the taste. Your left hand reaches down to palm him in his pants, and the reaction he gives was worth the wait.

"Kiddo, I just want you to..." his voice is shaky as he breaks away. He's fighting hard to control himself, you can tell. "I just want you to be very sure of all this if we..."

"I've been wanting you to fuck me forever, sir," you tell him, "I'm pretty sure."

"Forever's a long time, (y/n)..."

"I know. That's how long I've been waiting, picturing your hands all over my body. Don't keep me waiting anymore."

He picks you up, holding you against the wall as he reaches into his boxers. You pull your panties down, then off one leg, the lacy garments hanging by a single toe. He lines up at your entrance, and kisses you again.

"Tell me to stop at any time, I'll do it, sweetie."

"I don't want you to stop," you breathe desperately, and pull yourself forward to sink down on him. The raspy groan he lets out sends shivers through you, and he grunts as he pulls back and slams back in, fucking you bent over the kitchen counter.

"Hold me down, daddy," you whine, and you swear he mumbles a 'fuck' under his breath.

"You want daddy to do this?" he coos softly, holding you down by the neck against the counter, face pressed to the side. His grip is gentle, but you love the control he has. It's so different from the way you usually see him-- this mist be what he's like on a job.

His voice is calm, level, bringing you back to earth, grounding you.

"Daddy's gonna fuck you good. Fuck you real good, sweetie, that's right..." His grip tightens, and you bite your lip hard as you roll back again and again, listening to his short grunts and drawn out groans of pleasure.

"Please... please... Mr. Brackett, oh my god," you whisper, and he braces himself on the counter, breath coming out in hard pants just like yours. You glance back, and he looks debauched, hair falling out of his tightly wound ponytail and falling around his face.

"Keep your face forward honey, you're gonna get a sore neck," he admonishes softly, and you moan, pressing your cheek to the table again.

Brackett tries to hurry up. If Annie were to ever come down and see this, she would never let him hear the end of it.

Brackett's thrusts start to get sloppy. He's trying to keep quiet, but it's hard, and you have to bite your fist. You want to moan his name, tell him how good he is.

"Grab my tits," you moan.

"W-what?"

"My tits, play with my tits," you groan, and fumbling a little, Brackett reaches forward, and massages them in his hand.

"Oh god," he mutters, and you feel your orgasm threaten to explode.

"Sweetie, sweetie, (y/n), fuck babygirl," Brackett whispers, "Babygirl, that feels so good..."

You look back, lips swollen and eyes half lidded. "May I please come, sir?"

He leans forward, mustache tickling your cheek. "You can do whatever your little heart desires, princess."

"Ohgod," you cry, and come hard on his cock. He slams his hips into you twice more, and pulls out quickly, jerking off onto your ass. You feel it hit you, and wiggle your hips a little, grinning. He sighs in satisfaction, and grabs a roll of paper towel, cleaning you up. You feel some dripping down the backs of your thighs, and he cleans that up too.

"Your pull-out game is strong, Mr. Brackett," you tease, still bent over, casually picking up the ice cream again and digging in. He looks up from where he's cleaning your ass up, eyes wide.

"My... my what?"

You giggle at his mystified expression. "Just kiss me."

He helps you stand up, and cups your cheeks, giving you the most passionate kiss you'd ever received. He sits down at the kitchen table, and you sit down on his lap, lazily making out with him. His hands feel up the curve of your back, down to your ass, then up again to caress your neck, attaching his lips and leaving a mark. You pull away, resting your forehead against his as he gently rests his hands on your hips.

"You're a sweet girl, (y/n)." 

"Just sweet?" 

"Well... I could use some other words, but that's the respectful way of putting it. That was really good," he murmurs against your lips.

"Yeah?" you smile.

"I haven't come that hard since I was your age."

You snap his waistband, handing him a spoon for the ice cream. "Let's try to outdo ourselves when I come visit for Christmas break, mmkay?"

He takes the spoon as you take yours, and you clink them together, sharing the rest of the tub.

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B A B Y,  Y O U’ R E  T H E  B O S S

Foreword: You are a record executive. You scout new talent in music and being attracted to clients is not something new to you. But then a really cute guy wearing glasses with curly hair catches your eyes. He looks innocent and sweet. But then…. do you really know him?  

Warnings: squirting, fingering, double penetration, sex toys, anal, voyeurism

Genre: smut

You are a record executive. You scout new talents in the music industry and every day you meet all kinds of people that present you with their “vision” in music. So far, all of them had been so-so to you. Sure, they had shown you great songs. But when they tell you why they wanted to share their craft with the world, their answers are either too shallow or too unrealistic. All you wanted was just someone that would spark your creativity, someone that you would be excited to work with. Sadly, you haven’t encountered that person yet.

The people that have been scouted lately didn’t purely came from your choice. Most of the time, whenever there was a new person presenting to the company, the director (who had no knowledge about music what so ever) would join the meeting and just recruit the people who had good looks and a decent voice. Your requirements were further from that. You needed raw talent, incredible passion, and some kind of skill in composing. What makes you sad is that the general public doesn’t really mind about those things like you do. Day by day, you can feel your hopes lessen with the state of the people that have been accepted into your company lately.

When you got directed to a meeting room (which also happened to be your own room occasionally) for an applicant, you weren’t really expecting anything. Even though the director called in sick and couldn’t join you, you felt like that wouldn’t be that much of a difference. The ones that usually make it to this stage are not so different from one another to you: boring. Today, the entire floor was clear. Only this room was occupied. After your secretary left you with a glass of water for you and a water bottle for the applicant, she placed a file about the general description of the person about to walk in for the interview. You read it skeptically.

A faint knock on the door startled you. You sit straight up one more time and order the person to come in. Your left eyebrow lifted up slightly as the person walking in looked like he just got out of high school. If he had been wearing a uniform, you would be sure he would be a minor. Instead, he was wearing a purple hoodie that was (surprisingly enough) dangling off of his hands, black jeans, and thick-rimmed glasses. With the addition of his curly hair, he looked like a giant man with a baby face. You were flabbergasted.

“H-Hi, I’m Park Chanyeol. Nice to meet you.” With a face like that, you never thought that he’d own the most seductive voice you’ve ever heard. A part of you thought that he’d never ooze any sex appeal but hearing his voice almost made you melt. You cough lightly to clear your throat and stood up, giving him a chance to make himself sit from across your chair. He beams a smile in your direction and you almost had to hold a laugh. This kid is probably 21 or 22. Still fresh out of college and has not faced rejection what so ever. You reply to him with an “okay, let’s get to the interview, shall we?” and he nods.

“So, Mr. Park,” as soon as you started to talk, the person named Chanyeol in front of you cut you off instantly. “Just Chanyeol is fine, please,” He says. You cough once more before returning to the paper your secretary gave you. “So, why are you here Chanyeol?” He beams a smile one more time before elaborating all his hopes and dreams to you non-stop. You wanted to yawn, you really wanted to, but you refrained from doing so. Before you ended the interview, you asked him one more question.

“How old are you Chanyeol?” You question. “I’m almost 28.” You had to stop yourself from choking on the water you drank while waiting for his answer. He was older than you? “You don’t look 28 at all! You look……. 22 at most.” You replied honestly. You see Chanyeol quirking an eyebrow at you, his sweet demeanor finally cracking. He stands up and squats beside your chair. Somehow, he still manages to look taller than you. “You think a 22-year-old can get a hard-on this big?” He points to his groin and your eyes followed suit. His cock must be 8 inches long.

“You sat there with your tits out the whole interview and I knew better than to pounce on you and fuck you silly, boss.” Chanyeol spits the last word out. Something about being called boss made you turned on. It was the middle of the summer so you discarded your blazer and unbuttoned the first three buttons of your blouse, making your cleavage visible. “Fucking teasing me with those gorgeous tits hanging out,” he continues as he palms his boner while staring at your chest. You bite your lip. This floor had thin walls but you knew there was no one on the floor because your secretary told you so. This won’t hurt, right?

You pull Chanyeol closer to you and shove his face between your breasts. “If you wanted to fuck me, you should’ve just told me,” Chanyeol smirks against your chest and hastily opens the rest of your buttons but he lost all of his patience when he snaps open your bra, breaking the hooks in the process. “Guess you’re gonna be walking around the office with hard nipples, boss.” He takes your right nipple between his lips and proceeds to toy with the other one using his big hands. You had big breasts but the fact that Chanyeol’s whole palm can cover it just makes you hornier. A single finger is probably equivalent to two of your fingers.

Chanyeol bites your left nipple and you throw your head back, feeling a familiar wetness pool between your thighs. “Your tits are amazing,” he compliments you for the nth time. He unzips his pants and pushes it down, revealing his thick and bulging boner under the boxers. Since you also got excited, you also discarded your skirt and start to rub yourself through your panties. Chanyeol is still lapping on your tits when you finally got rid of your panties and push three fingers in and out of your wet pussy. Chanyeol groans as he looks at you having fun with yourself. His head retreats as he watches you finger-fuck yourself on the seat. His left-hand forms a fist around his cock and he jerks it up and down to the rhythm of your own fingers pushing in and out of your pussy.

“Fuck, look at your creamy pussy, boss. So desperate for a cock inside it.” You moan at Chanyeol’s dirty words. It only encourages you to move your fingers faster. You were so close to coming when he pulls your hand away and exchanges it with his own. Chanyeol is sitting on the floor, face as high as your pussy. “I can smell you from here. My boss is so fucking slutty.” Chanyeol’s fingers hit you deeper than what your fingers can do. You can feel it grazing your g-spot. A few more encouraging strokes and you’ll-,

“Holy fuck, you’re a squirter?”

You were doomed. Your previous boyfriends thought it was disgusting and weird. Chanyeol surely would hate it as well, is what you thought. But here you are whimpering as Chanyeol drinks your juices so enthusiastically you feel like squirting again. “I’ve always wanted a girl that squirts,” he says like it’s a topic of a daily conversation. Your thighs quiver and you almost drop from your chair but Chanyeol spreads your legs with his arms and pushes his face against your pussy. His nose lightly touches your clit now and down as his face moves to eat you out. Your hands hold his curly hair as he pushes his expert tongue inside of you to lick all your essence.

“E-enough, I can’t anymore,” you attempt to speak. Of course, only incoherent mumbles come out and Chanyeol couldn’t understand you one bit. He was having too much fun between your thighs and you knew it. He makes you squirt one more time before kissing you. “I have to fuck you now.” You nod as you search for the keys to your desk drawer and search for a condom but Chanyeol’s voice snaps you out of it one more time. “Damn, boss. Just how much do you want to get caught masturbating in the meeting room?” You gasp when you notice Chanyeol’s hand is holding a vibrator in one hand and a butt plug in another. You hid your face with your hands and Chanyeol pulls you in one more time, getting a closer look on you.

“I’m not going to use the vibrator on you, we can save that for later.” Is he implying that there’s going to be a next time? You thought to yourself. It wouldn’t be bad. Sex with Chanyeol would probably surprise you every time. “But I do want to see you use this plug though.” Chanyeol hands you the butt plug and lubes it up decently. He sits a meter away from you and sits down one more time, anticipating the show you’re about to give him. You push a finger inside of you to loosen you up a bit in your rear and play with yourself before pushing the plug in. It’s a tight fit because you were fairly new to anal.

Chanyeol leans in and eats you out one more time, savoring the juices leaking out of you once more. Chanyeol pushes the plug further inside of you when he noticed that it was about to fall. “So, no condoms?” You check the cabinet one more time with the persistent feeling of fullness in your other hole but it seems like you’ve run out of condoms. “I think someone used it. I don’t really lock the drawers that I used to store my condoms and this is also a meeting room,” you explained. “Then I guess I’ll just have to come on your tits or face,” he replied more to himself.

Chanyeol pushes his thick and hard cock inside of you and waits for a few seconds to let you adjust to his size. When you moan, he finally utilizes his hips and fucks you into euphoria. He alternates his angles and pushes into the exact spot over and over again when you gave him the lewdest moan you’ve ever heard. Tears start to pool on the edge of your eyes but Chanyeol swipes them away as he laughs. “My cock too good for you?” You could only reply to him with oh-my-gods and holy-fuck. That was enough to tell Chanyeol that he was the best fuck you’ve ever experienced.

“You’re such a good slut, boss. Holding your legs open for me so I could fuck you nice and hard. Say you love my cock.” You bite your lip so you wouldn’t say something so embarrassing, but Chanyeol slaps you hard enough to make you look back into his eyes. “If you don’t say it I’m going to stop.”

Chanyeol sadistically laughs when you say what he wants you to say.

“Look at that, boss. Your cunt is swallowing me completely. I think I’m gonna come inside you after all.” Chanyeol’s voice alerts you and you grab onto his bicep to pull his face near you. “Come outside if you want to do this again.” Chanyeol chuckles. He doesn’t stop pushing deeply inside of you until you could see stars. “Okay, then. I wouldn’t want to miss a chance of fucking this tight pussy again so I’ll listen to you, boss.” Chanyeol kisses you once more, almost desperately, before announcing that he was about to come next to your ear. He puts his right thumb on your clit and your knees buckle once more, a tell-tale sign of you coming.

“Make sure you squirt for me again, boss,” Chanyeol exclaims almost cockily. Chanyeol pulls out completely as you squirt on his chest, the droplets going down his stomach and torso. He jerks himself off to the sight of you completely fucked and comes on your tits. You try to catch your breath and so is Chanyeol. His eyes follow your hand as you take some of the come from your chest and pushes it inside your mouth to taste him. “Baby, you are indeed the boss.”

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Busy (reblog)

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Latina Original Female Character Word Count: 1,802 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Sex toys, Dom/sub, Multiple orgasms, Daddy kink, Oral sex, Come marking, Subspace, Aftercare, Established relationship

“I’m almost done with my reports, sweetheart,” Aaron says softly, flipping the page to sign another expense form. “How are you doing?”

“I’m okay, daddy,” Sophie murmurs, and he runs a hand over her thigh, making her sigh with pleasure. She is already sleepy and boneless from two orgasms, doesn’t know how he managed to focus on forms while she came no more than a foot from him—though, he wasn’t entirely unaffected, she could tell by the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes were almost too fixated on the stack of papers in front of him.

Usually work and sex have to be very separate in both of their minds, so they can give each their full attention when appropriate, but when she told him she was horny and needed to be close to her daddy, he was quick to create a solution that would work for both of them.

That’s how she ends up lying half naked across his desk in the home office, with a vibrator in her panties and strict instructions to keep herself occupied while he completes the expense reports. He touches her periodically to keep her grounded, smooth brushes of his palm over her stomach and legs, and she moans softly, more at the sight of him looking so hot in his shirt and tie than because of the device pulsating against her clit—though that doesn’t hurt, either.

“You’re doing so good, baby, keeping yourself busy while I finish my work. You’re going to get a big reward for this, you know?” She hums at his words and stretches her body, turning to face him fully, laying on her side.

“Do I get to choose?” she asks, and he looks up from his report, takes in her body before him, licks his lips.

“Do you get to choose what?” The corner of her mouth pulls up in a smirk and she flicks her eyes purposely over what she can see of his body.

“My big reward.” He stares at her for a moment, says nothing, and hits a button on her toy’s remote, increasing the intensity. She groans and flops onto her back, pushes a hand through her hair.

“You’re distracting me. I thought I asked you to keep yourself busy.” She stretches her neck and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as the vibrator works harder, making her oversensitive clit feel a little uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll behave.” Again, he remains silent, the scrape of his pen and the buzz of the toy the only sounds in the room, and she closes her eyes, gives in to the feeling of discomfort until it becomes pleasurable again and her thighs tremble. “Mmm.” She feels his eyes on her, opens hers up to see them raised just a little over his paperwork, peering at the taut line of her body.

“Are you doing okay, sweet girl?”

“Yes, so good,” she sighs, letting her bent knee fall open for a better visual. “Feels so good.”

“You’re gorgeous like this,” he murmurs, and it’s clear by his tone that he’s done with work for the night. “Coming for me over and over.”

“Yes, daddy. You asked me to.” He groans and stands, his erection clearly straining against his pants, looking so sexy she feels hungry for him. “Did I earn my big reward?”

“Of course. You’re so good for me, always.” He rubs a hand over her breasts, making her arch off the desk and toward the heat of his skin, and his breathing is heavy and rough. “What is it that you want?”

She turns to look up at him and makes a show of lifting her hips, scooting up toward the edge of the desk so that her head is draped over the side of it. Slowly, when she’s sure she has his full attention, she opens her mouth, bares her flat tongue, and he mutters shit and opens up his pants.

He rarely ever asks for her to suck him off, so she takes it upon herself to choose it as a reward for being good, sometimes, knows that they both enjoy it. He steps to her side of the desk, cock bobbing free, and leans down to press a kiss to her chin before slowly guiding himself into her mouth.

She wraps her hands around his thighs, content as he sets a slow, steady pace, pumps shallowly into her willing mouth, and she feels around for the remote control, turning the vibrator’s speed up to three.

“Jesus, baby,” he pants, and he moves his hands to her breasts again, rolling them gently in his palms. The position she’s in kind of sucks, neck wise, but she knows it won’t be long until he comes down her throat, so she’s not particularly worried. “So gorgeous, so good for me. My perfect, desperate, slutty girl.”

She moans long at that, can’t help it; she knows that she is absolutely a desperate slut for the man currently fucking her face, doesn’t see the point in trying to fight it.

“You’ll come in your panties again, but I bet you still won’t be satisfied. You’ll want something inside your pussy, maybe fingers or another toy. You won’t be content until you’re fucked-out and your head is empty, will you, baby?” His hips move a bit faster, nothing she can’t handle and he knows that, and it indicates to her that his impending orgasm is a little closer than she expected.

She pulls out all the stops, digging her nails into his legs, moaning around his dick—the vibrator sends insistent pulses of pleasure up and down her body, so it’s not like it’s difficult—and when she reaches her third climax, squeezing her weak thighs together, Aaron pulls out of her mouth and jerks himself off until he’s coming hot on her chest.

It’s hotter than it should be, being covered in come, and she looks up at him, chest heaving as she catches her breath.

He puts his hand behind her head and helps her sit up a little, then kisses her so thoroughly she kind of wants to pass out, just let him hold her while she floats on a happy, dreamy cloud or something. When he pulls back, her eyes flutter open and she gives him a stupid, contented smile. “I love you.”

“I love you, sweetheart. So much.” He brushes his fingers over her cheeks, her lips. “Do you feel alright?”

“Yes, daddy. Did I do good?”

“So fucking good.” He catches her mouth in another kiss, rougher, and she whimpers into it. “What do you want now? Shower, sleep, food?”

“Hmm. Will you clean me up in the shower?” She starts to try to stand up, but he stops her, pulls her into his arms instead.

“Of course. Let’s turn this off,” he says, reaching for the remote, and he stops the toy from buzzing, making her sigh in blissful relief.

He gets her out of her panties, strips out of his clothes, and she must be on the bed while he does it, because everything is soft and white beneath her. She hears him turn on the shower, knows it’s just the right temperature because he’s good at that, and he scoops her up again, brings her into the hot, steamy room and makes the water pour over her, spraying off the come on her chest and the slippery stuff between her legs.

“Sweet, beautiful girl. My love.” He brings a soapy cloth to her arm and scrubs down it, then the other side, repeating the gentle motions until her whole body feels bubbly and clean and new. She leans against him, practically purring when he massages shampoo into her hair, rinses it out, adds conditioner, his lips pressing against hers periodically. “How are you feeling, honey?”

“So happy, daddy. Love you so much.” She opens her eyes very well so she can look at his handsome face, smiles when his warm eyes are looking into hers.

“I love you too, so much. It’s time to rinse, so shut your eyes for me again.” She does as she’s told, and the nice hot water is all over her again, getting rid of the bubbles so that she’s just warm and ready to be dried off and snuggled, which is what she knows he will do because he knows she will want him to.

He towels her body off gently, her hair and face too, and he presses her back against the pillows for a moment while he asks a question. “Do you want anything? A snack? Ice cream?” Her throat is a little sore, so she thinks she wants ice cream, says so. “Okay, I’ll be right back. One minute.” She knows he will be back when he says, so she lets him go without fuss, and in one minute he returns with a bowl of strawberry ice cream for them to share, because they both like it.

He feeds her some so carefully, small bites that practically melt on her tongue, and when she’s done he takes the bowl away and kisses her cold mouth with his cold mouth, and it feels good.

He gets them both under the blanket, her back to his chest, and he just talks about how much he loves her and how good she is until her head is less empty and all she is is tired. “Aaron,” she murmurs, and she rotates in his arms so that she’s facing him. His expression is soft and gorgeous, especially when he smiles.

“There you are. Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah, I feel great. Thank you.” She presses her mouth to his a couple times. “Tired. How about you?”

“I feel great, too. I wasn’t expecting you to choose what you did, for your reward.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, it just sounded good.” She curls closer to him, wrapping her arms and legs around his body. “Wasn’t expecting you to come on me.”

“I wasn’t planning on it either, but I think it broke you.” They both laugh softly, and she yawns after.

“Yeah, I think that’s safe to say. Did you set your alarm for running and breakfast?”

“No. I was thinking I might try to convince you to skip the run and order breakfast in instead.” He smooths a hand over her cheek, and she smiles softly.

“Won’t take much to convince me. My legs feel like jello.” They meet for a slow, easy kiss, and she unwraps herself, turning back into the little spoon so he can rest his chin on her head. “Night, baby,” she murmurs, pulling his arm where she wants it and resting her own on top of it, and he kisses her hair.

“Goodnight, my love.”

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