#S-Snake x y/n

[iloveseraphims]

S-Snake Headcanon

S-Snake x Reader

Warnings: She can turn you into stone!!

💖-) You were one of the authorized chip holders. The only thing you did was exchange orders and tasks, or so you thought.

💖-) It started with the little things. When others tried to make eye contact with her, she would turn her face away or crush them with her gaze but when it came to you, she would not look away. When you noticed this, you spoke, "You look at me differently." "You are the one in command," she replied but her eyes said something else.

💖-) She immediately takes action when she receives your orders, but when you say “thank you” she stops for a second and starts squinting. “Why did you thank me?” she asks; she’s not used to it.

💖-) Congratulations you now have a guardian angel.

💖-) She watches everything you do with great curiosity but tries not to show it. When you notices, she denies the allegations.

💖-) If you show favoritism to another Seraphim one day, she will purse her lips and turn away. She will not admit her own jealousy.

💖-) When you return to the ship after the mission, you see her waiting for you. She says "To report." as the reason but she doesn't say anything. She just stands there.

💖-) Sometimes when you go on a mission, you ask the cook for dessert and distribute it to everyone on the ship. You were the only higher-ranking person who did this, and that was when she had her first dessert.

💖-) She can't wait to have her next dessert with you. It's her favorite thing to do, even if no one knows.

💖-) She loves the way you look at her with humanity. You create a heaviness in her heart and this feels right.

💖-) She finds you very confusing. She doesn't understand your jokes, she's not interested in them. But she listens attentively. The words came from your mouth, that was enough to catch her attention.

"You're so small I could squeeze you like a toy."

"Hee..."

"Like a teddy bear..."

💖-) She once turned you to stone during a mission. It was unexpected but fixable. She stole a silent kiss from your forehead before turning you back to your old self.

💖-) You're her only favorite person, she still thinks you might get squeeze like a teddy bear. That's why she wants you to stay away from the other Seraphim.

💖-) In a village, when a little girl wants to put a flower in her hair, she doesn't let her. But when you take the same flower in your hand, she kneels down and bows her head silently.

💖-) While S-Gecko is laughing after a bad joke he told you, S-Snake narrows her eyes and says, "Did you do that to make our commander laugh?" Although you want to lighten the mood, her look is like a call to 'keep your distance' from other Seraphim.

💖-) When you send her on a mission alone, the first thing she says when returns, “Around me was quiet without you.” Then she quickly changes the subject.

💖-) S-Flamingo raises his voice during the mission briefing, S-Snake slowly turns her head towards him and says coldly, "You should make less noise in the presence of our Commander." When you try to intervene, her voice softens suddenly towards you: "Excuse me, I was reacting on your behalf."

💖-) Other Seraphim (especially an S-Flamingo or S-Gecko) chats you up too much, she interrupts and says, "If the report is complete, I'll excuse you." Her tone is harsher than usual.

💖-) She is in your eyes, and you in her eyes like a puppy.

💖-) Whether on duty or off, she always puts your happiness first, even if it means disobeying orders.

💖-) She wants the duty of protecting you to be her alone. She requested it but was denied. She did not give up.

💖-) She expects praise from you. Give her praise.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.

[deus-ex-mona]

missing chizuren hours (again)

[tonycries]

So Lonely In My Mansion!

Synopsis. When he’s sorry, what better way to show you than in bed?

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, apology séx, spítting, bodyworshíp, stuff with pantíes, bréeding, chokíng, cúmplay, Nanami and Geto are a bit mean, squírting, thígh séx, Gojo’s blindfold, overstím, oral (female receiving), pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. Hope y’all are having a lovely day <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Too full!

Now, Toji knows he’ll more than make up for forgetting to join your lil’ shopping spree anyway. Ten times over, in fact, with the way he has you on all fours, tears rolling down your cheeks, pretty lil’ moans muffled into your pillow. 

Stuffing your poor cunt full over and over and-

“Is my pretty baby still mad?” he’s dragging his lips down your neck, throbbing cock ramming into you from behind. Bruising - like he was the one angry here. “Still fuckin’ pouty?”

Too needy, too delirious. It’s all you can do to grit out a determined, “Y-yes…” Your breathless gasps only make his smirk widen, hips stuttering as they get sloppier.

“Aww, what a shame.” Toji coos, angling his head just right to catch the heavenly sight of your poor overfilled pussy, all dripping and painted white with his cum. Eyes lighting up at how you gush around him with each thrust. “Guess I jus’ have to give you another one then, hm?”

“A-another?”

And God, Toji doesn’t even know if he can cum again - vision spotty now, jolts of electricity running down his spine each time he plunges into your snug pussy. 

But the way you’re immediately scrambling to hold onto the headboard - the sheets - just anything to hold onto some semblance of sanity has Toji wanting to more than ever. So painfully good as he desperately speeds up. He needs to - and fuck if he wasn’t going to try - because you’re only getting wetter at his words. 

“Fuck- squeezin’ me s’fucking tight.” he groans, pushing your skirt up higher, not having the patience to even think of taking that damn thing off. “Ya like this, huh? Like me f-filling you up until m’sorry?”

You can only give him such a delirious little nod, one that Toji doesn’t even know if you realize you’re giving. One that has him needing to show you how sorry he is by filling you up so much you can’t even think about how he forgot to accompany you on your lil’ shopping spree. To fuck you so hard into the mattress that you can’t remember anything else but him-

“Toji!” you keen, as he snakes down his strong arms push your legs further apart to show off. Burning at the stretch of how he was handling you like his favorite ragdoll. “What-”

“Said m- ngh- sorry.” he interrupts abruptly, voice so ragged that it takes you a second to even recognize it as your boyfriend. “See.”

And how could you not? 

You were awe-struck at that creamy ring around the base of his swollen cock. The way your gummy walls were sucking him up so easily, fucking back bruisingly into him. 

“See how sorry I am?” One hand tightens on your hips, the other snaking up to press down on your lower stomach. Hard. “See?” Both your jaws fall open at the way your ravaged pussy just coats Toji’s cock in such an obscene white mess. “Sorry, doll, shoulda been there for you.”

“Oh- fuck, s’too much.” And maybe you’re stubborn, maybe you just don’t know what’s good for you - because despite it all you manage to choke out, “N’ you don’t ah- mean it.”

Eyes raising to meet his and oh- oh, you weren’t making it out alive. 

“I do.” Toji drops his head into your neck, running his mouth. Rolling his thumb against your achingly clit as if to prove his point, “Next time m’gonna hah- watch you try on all those pretty outfits.” Hips rocking forward to slam into your sloppy pussy faster and faster. “Kiss you s-senseless in front of any fuckin’ scrubs that thought they had a ngh- chance.”

Movements only growing more erratic - more feral - with each broken little whine that’s fucked out of you. Like he knew he was so close to breaking you. Ruining you. 

Just the thought of it has Toji slamming his dick into you further, mentally cursing himself for forgetting your little invitation today. 

“And this lil’ thing?” he bunches up the flimsy fabric of your skirt. “And those-” nodding his head towards the stacks of shopping bags you barely got to look over before a sorry Toji had you shoved onto the bed. “I would’ve taken em’ all off as soon as I was in that changing stall.”

“I-I get it.” you finally break. Squealing at the hips hitting yours harder, his heavy balls squeezing so painfully. “I get it ngh- I get it-”

“Heh, nah- gotta show you how s-sorry I really am.”

You have an inkling of what he was implying - something that didn’t bode well for your abused cunt, if the way Toji’s cock was twitching wildly inside you was anything to go by. Not a moment wasted before Toji’s pushing your knees up all the way until they were at your tits. A sure sign that he was close. Looking like he was in such delicious agony as he taunted you into asking. 

“H-how?” 

“By fuckin’ you in all of that.” Head tilting at the bags upon bags from earlier today, “Then we’re goin’ shopping all over again.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Squirt if you’re sorry

“Keep your legs open f’me.”

But it was so hard when Nanami already had you spread so shamefully in front of that obscene mirror, placed oh-so conveniently right in front of the plush hotel bed. Sat so prettily on his lap, your back against his hard front, being split-apart on his throbbing cock. 

Any more and you think you might just die. 

“Is that so?” he whispers hotly in your ear and- “Think this is too much?”

Oh, shit, did you say that out loud?

But right now you were too delirious - to fucked-out - to even think of forming a coherent response to that, let alone be embarrassed about your little slip-up. Running solely on the aftershocks of your nth orgasm and the feeling of Nanami’s thumb drawing steady, slow little circles on your sensitive clit. 

“Get it together now, my love.” your husband seems to decide that your broken whine speak for themselves. Placing such a mockingly gentle kiss on your forehead, “M’still not even halfway through my apology.”

Ah, yes, the apology - the sole thing that got you into this entire mess. That one off-hand joke that Nanami should apologize for being 7 minutes late for your date - the one that had you shoved into the nearest suite, while he ‘apologizes’ to you over and over and-

“Now now, darling.” Nanami squishes your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, forcing you to look up at the mirror. “Look at me when I apologize.”

Several things happen at once - your eyes just barely make contact with Nanami’s darkened, dangerous ones in the mirror, and then it’s like something snapped. Because he’s thrusting up deeper into your snug cunt, drinking in all your pretty gasps as he starts up at another relentless, sloppy pace. 

Not even fucking easing you into it because you wanted an apology, right? And Nanami was sure going to give you one - fuck you like he’s sorry.

“M’sorry!” you keen, bucking wildly into Nanami’s touch. Cock so hot and heavy in-between your swollen folds - still not having came even once yet. “Was- was a joke- I can’t oh- my god.”

He knows - oh, how he knows. But it’s just so fun to tease you this way, and Nanami’s not sorry about that one bit. 

So he only lets out a huffed laugh. “Why are you sorry, my love?” Shifting his hips to massage all the right spots that’ll have you breathless and seeing stars. Hitting that one magical spot over and over. “I was the one that’s late.”

And God, you could just cry. You are - big, fat tears streaming down your face, dripping down Nanami’s wrist where he was holding your lolling head steady - but, of course, you’re too far gone to even realize at this point.

“Shhhh, lemme take care of you,” Nanami rocks his hips impossibly harder into yours, eyes on the mirror just devouring you almost as much as he was ruining you with his dick. Watching all your adorable gasps, the way you twitch, how your mouth drops into a soft oh! as he licks a slow stripe up your tears. Dangerous. “Lemme show you how sorry I am.”

And he does, cooing at how your eyes widen when he angles your head to show you the fucking sinful view down below. 

It was so hard to look too, how your snug cunt was trying to suck the soul out of him. Sloppy - making such a mess of the crisp sheets below. Quivering like you didn’t know whether you wanted to run away or to sink down for more more more-

You’re jolting in his bruising grasp, “Hngh- m’- fuck fuck fuck. Yes, oh my god- Ken-”

“Yeah? Ya like this?” He’s fucking you back rougher into him, merciless. Absolutely fucking merciless - and Nanami was only glad he thought to choose a sound-proof suite. “Think m’sorry yet?” Biting down on your neck, hard. “Because I’m sooo fucking sorry, my love.”

He lets out a cruel chuckle, one hand groping down your breasts - your hips - your thighs. Pulling them even further apart like he wanted to break you. 

Because Nanami wasn’t fucking sorry, why would he be? But oh how he loved teasing you. Acting all pissed off while he threw you around like his favorite toy, giving you a bit of your own medicine. How sexy you were when he did. 

“M’sorry.” he breathes against your ear, nibbling on your lobe. “M’sorry m’sorry m’sorry- Next time I’ll be hah- early-” Pooling the fresh wave of your salty tears on his tongue as he toys with your pretty clit. “N’ next time m’gonna make you squirt the first time-”

“Shit- Ken, m’cumming m’cumming-”

Almost like your body is listening to Nanami, you’re squirting all over his achingly hard cock. Absolutely drenching him in all your sweet sweet juices till he was glistening in the dim lighting. Some specks even landing on the mirror in front of you. 

And shit you’re out of control now, limbs trembling, such sinful moans leaving your swollen lips. Loud. Uncontrollable. Nanami’s next words barely audible over them-

“Your turn now.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Nice (and sorry)

“S-so mean-” It’s the only thing you can gasp out, “Y-you’re still not forgiven-” 

Oh, Geto knows. And he doesn’t really feel bad about using his apology to his advantage - not one bit, actually. You won’t hear a word of apology from his sly mouth, instead, he’s got you straddling his pretty lips, breathless and shaking above him. 

“Even when m’being nicer than usual?~” he hums into your clothed pussy, nose-deep and breathing in your essence so fucking sinfully. “Ya sure about that?”

Disgruntled, “What- ngh- what do you mean?” 

“Oh just that-” He licks a long, purposeful stripe up your drenched panties, adding to the mess of your juices beading through the fabric. And God it takes everything in Geto to not just rip off that flimsy underwear and tonguefuck you like he wanted to. “You’re being so loud. Sure you’re still mad?”

You hated it - how he was peeking up at you with those hooded eyes, pupils blown. Hated that predatory glint in them that sends shockwaves right down to your very core. Hated how he was right.

“Th-that doesn’t hah- mean anything.” you scoff, and the excuse sounds flimsy even to you. The way you were grinding down deeper onto his tongue certainly not helping your case either. 

And oh of course Geto pulls away at that, obscene little slicks of string snapping from his tongue and your wet core, your disappointed whine going straight to his rock-hard cock. What was it you were saying earlier? Something about him being too much of a tease? Well, you were about to eat your words before Geto Suguru offered you an apology. 

“Yeah,” he let his tongue dart out, letting your slick pool through your panties and onto his tongue. “N’ this doesn’t mean anything either, huh?”

No warning before he’s surging forward, tongue pushing through your panties to just barely tease your sloppy entrance.

You can only grip at Geto’s long, inky locks - trying your very best to not look like you’re absolutely on cloud nine as he alternates between toying with that first ring of resistance and sucking on your clit. All through your panties.

“Now now,” a hand on your hip stops you from all but ripping your panties off your hips - something that Geto would’ve already done by now, usually. “Keep ‘em on.”

It’s like he’s trying to drive you mad - wants to drive you mad. Torturing you slowly with that soft tongue and that smirk you can feel against your dripping cunt. As if to say - you really think he was a tease before? You haven’t seen the least of it. 

“S’fuckin’ sloppy f’me even through these slutty panties.” he grunts, lips smacking against your swollen ones. “Don’ lie - you like this, huh? Like what a tease I am? Acting so tough when m’so sorry?”

Okay, maybe Geto lied - so what if he said he’s sorry? It was all worth it at how you get so wetter, slick just glistening all over his lips and chin. Walls clenching around nothing - because might’ve said sorry, but oh is he still as petty as ever.

“N-no-” you whimper, and both of you know it’s a lie. Close - you were so close. 

Too close, if you asked Geto.

Smack!

A quick, sharp sting on your ass - just a little reminder that this is Geto. Your Geto. And it’s so torturous - so addictive - when he immediately shifts them ever-so-slightly. Wasting no time before lapping at your juices. Just loving the way your jaw drops open in disbelief as he throws his head back to let it slide down, down, down his throat.

“My girl is such a liar.” Grinning at the way you jolt on top of him with each teasing lick at your quivering hole, dragging your slopppy pussy all over his face. “S’fuckin’ wet and you still think you’re mad? And I’m being so-” Rolling his tongue against your clit. Hard. “-nice, too.” 

He was not - he knew it. In fact, he was probably being meaner than usual. Mean with the way he thinks your fucked-out head shake speaks enough. 

Of course, you still have to run your mouth when you’re being absolutely ruined by him. Whining out an unconvincing. “M’still- m-mad.” - even when you’re deliriously riding his pretty mouth.

Without a word, Geto snaps back your useless panties back in place. One hand on your hip, easily lifting you off his face - letting you fall back prettily onto his lap as he gets up. Weeping tip just nudging your dripping entrance as he reaches behind to tie back his long hair.

And you’re so disappointed at how you were so close, that you almost miss the words that spill from his mouth next.

“Then, will you still be mad if I fuck you just as nicely?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Ruined panties?!

“Please baby, let me put it in. Please?” 

God, how badly you wanted to just break and give your needy boyfriend exactly what he wants - to let him fuck you how he wanted. But, no, he’d just ruined your favorite pair of underwear and you were not going to let him off so easily again. 

“Fuck- Cho.” you huff, fighting to keep your voice steady. “If y’wanna get off to my panties so bad, then ngh- just use that.”

“But, baby. M’sorry.” Choso’s head drops to the crook of your neck, abs rubbing up against your back so sinfully from where he was all pressed up. “I’ll be good this time. So good.” Hands groping underneath your t-shirt, throbbing erection grinding against your absolutely drenched panties. From Choso’s precum or your own slick? You have no idea. “Please?”

And he’s so desperate that Choso probably doesn’t even realize the way he’s sliding his soaked cock between your swollen folds. Fucking his hips forwards languidly, hissing at how dripping wet you already were.

“T-this is being ‘good’?” you gasp at the feeling of his dick, so hot and heavy where you needed him the most. And it’s such a sinful little sound that he immediately snakes a hand down to toy with your throbbing clit - wanting, needing more of it. 

“Yes.” nibbling down your neck. It’s like a dam has been broken with each cute little whine escaping your throat. “Yes yes yes yes- Wan’ this so bad. Please.” 

Your angry facade is crumbling away bit by bit - and both of you know it. Especially when Choso cranes his head until it’s mere inches away from yours. Dark strands of hair tickle your face as he catches your lips in such a searing kiss.

“Oh god.” he groans into your lips, hips stuttering forward in-between your thighs. Precum smearing everywhere and adding to the mess already down below. “Yeah- kiss me properly, baby. I deserve at least that, hm?”

A resounding rip! of fabric sounds down from below. And you don’t know what you break the kiss to say - to tease him some more? Beg him to just fuck you the way you know he wants? 

But it doesn’t matter, because as soon as Choso feels your lips leaving his, he’s chasing after them again with a pained grunt. Licking so sloppily at the seam of your lips, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you deeper onto his cock.

“No- no no no, kiss me.” You can feel his prominent veins rubbing up against you, throbbing in a lewd little thump! thump! thump! as his hips get more calculated. Purposeful. “M’sorry m’sorry, Kiss me ngh- kiss me- need it. Need you-”

And God you should’ve known that Choso wouldn’t be acting this good for so long. 

No sooner are you grinding back down on him in shallow, mindless little motions - he’s pulling your panties to the side just enough for his weeping tip to drag lazily against your folds. 

“Fuck- please, baby.” He sounds so wrecked already - and looks like it just as much. Skin flushed, eyes hazy and miles away, kiss-bitten lips letting out such sinful little moans that you just know he’ll be embarrassed about later. “M’sorry.”

Panties completely soiled with precum and slick, absolutely ruined in just the way you’d been telling off Choso for not too long ago. Nothing but a slightly tattered, dripping wet mess. What a shame.

What a shame you couldn’t care less.

Scoffing, “F-fine.” But it comes out a bit more breathless than you intended - because Choso’s desperation was contagious. Hands everywhere, chest heaving, fat head pulsing right below your sloppy entrance. “Only this time m’ngh- l-letting you off easy.”

You know it won’t be the last time - and your boyfriend does, too. 

Because he doesn’t waste a second. The sentence barely leaving your mouth before Choso’s sinking into your heavenly pussy inch by fucking inch. Brows scrunching together at the way you were sucking the soul out of him, neat fingernails on your hips as he holds you still. 

“G-god- so fucking- good. So tight-” he hisses lowly, thrusting in shallow, mindless little movements just to squeeze inside your walls. “Ah- feel so much better than any panties.” 

“S-so needy, Cho-”

“I know, m’sorry, m’sorry. Hah-” So fucking massive that it feels like he’s pushing all the way into your lungs. The stretch too sinful, your panties too soaked, breath too hot against your ear as he whispers.“F-fuck- Now, be good f’me, hm?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - “No more tears.”

“Shut up.” you flinch as he spits on your cunt once. Twice. Feeling like such a fucking toy as he smears it with the mess of your sweet juices down below. “How dare you use those evil, evil tears.”

Why would the great Ryomen Sukuna ever apologize? Why would he ever have you sat on his throne, big arms spreading your legs so sinfully in front of him? Just ravaging your poor abused cunt with his swollen cock. The complete opposite of his image as the merciless king of curses. 

Well, that’s exactly what was happening. And it turns out that only a few tears and a single huff of him “not spending enough time” with you today was all it took - to have him bowing down to you. 

And all you can do is let out a broken, “I-I didn’t.” 

And that only seems to spur Sukuna further, like he was angry more than anything. Angry at you for being so cute and pouty when you’re mad. Angry at himself for letting his pretty lil’ human get this way. Spoiled, so spoiled. 

“Liar.”  he grunts, spreading your swollen folds further apart with his index - just circling your sloppy hole. “The only time you’re s’pposed to be cryin’ is on my fingers. And-” he slides his angry, weeping tip down your cunt in a long, wet movement. Up and down. Up and down. Smirking at how you’re bucking and pleading under his touch. “-my cock.”

As if to prove his point, Sukuna’s dipping his cock past that first feeble ring of resistance - difficult, with how you’re clenching around him so sinfully as if you’re trying to milk him already.

“Yeah, jus’ like that.” he groans, thumb rubbing obscene little circles on your poor clit. “Suckin’ me up so good. Do y’get sluttier when you’re mad? When you’re makin’ me apologise?”

“Ngh- sh-shut up.”

And oh for how suave Sukuna’s acting, he can’t deny the way his heart squeezes so dangerously at the way you’re letting out delirious little moans. Fucking you so completely dumb. 

And he was barely halfway in still.

Legs spreading obscenely wider, clawing onto the chair - his wrist - his shoulders, just anything to help drag your sloppy pussy all over his toned pelvis. To fuck him deeper. 

“Heh, cryin’ like you want me to be like this.” He’s rocking his hips in jagged, shallow thrusts that have you letting out such teary moans. “Want me to fuckin’ apologise?” Hard enough that you know it’ll leave marks - his heavy balls on your ass, fingers on your clit, hands spreading your calves. “Well m’sorry, see? M’so so sorry, brat.”

You gasp, “S-so mean, Kuna- hngh-

Yet he sounds anything but. Tone way too fucking delighted at the prospect of having you crying on his thick cock than over some stupid little argument. 

And fuck, Sukuna should tease you about how fucking wet you are, how you’re grinding your hips down on him like such a slut. So sloppy all over the expensive throne - gonna be a hell of a job for whoever cleans this. 

But, ah, those pretty lil’ tears welling up in your eyes will surely be the death of him. Or maybe the death of you.

“Now now,” he can’t help but huff out a dark chuckle at your disappointed whine as he pulls his fingers away from your throbbing clit. Biting back a deep groan at how glossy they were, just drenched in all of you. “No more cryin’. Told ya I’m sorry, didn’t I?”

And Sukuna meant it.

Because, immediately, he’s shoving two fingers into your mouth. All the blood in his body just rushing to his cock at how filthily you were gagging at the intrusion. 

At the same time, reeling his hips back to let himself fuck your tight pussy to the hilt. Rolling his hips forward, all the way until his fat head just kissed your cervix - nothing at all like the almost-gentle little grinds from before. 

Eyes widening when he presses right at the back of your throat - exactly where he knew would draw out the prettiest noises from you. Like he was pushing all the way into your lungs. To the back of your throat. Too much. 

You’re just as shocked as Sukuna when you cum from just this. Pathetic little moans muffled and slurring together. Jolts of white-hot pleasure going all the way from his fingers in your mouth to your sloppy cunt, fluttering so obscenely around his cock.

God, you were perfect. 

“Oh?” he’s chuckling over your delirious little blubbers, “Well, whaddaya know. M’gonna have to get you to give me more of those tears, brat.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Show you!

When the bouquets and the expensive chocolates don’t work, what else is Gojo to do other than let you tie him up with his blindfold and ride him to insanity? Both a punishment to himself and an apology, of course.

“Sweetheart- fuck!” Gojo groans, hips bucking up to shove his swollen cock deeper into your sloppy pussy. “You’re killin’ me, shit shit shit-”

Nevermind that he doesn’t think he’s ever been harder at the sinful sight of you bouncing on his aching cock above him. 

“Sh-shut up, ngh- Toru.” you gasp, hands trembling on his sculpted chest as you claw for some sense of stability. Cunt so wet and dripping all the way down his thick cock as you fuck yourself on him like some toy. “T-talkin’ too fuckin’ much.”

Oh. how he wanted to ruin you like he could. 

And he’s letting out such a guttural whine, feet planting on the plush mattress to rock you harder - deeper - down his dick.“But, my girl~” Tugging on the blindfold, acting like it did anything to restrain him. “You’re being so hah- mean.”

“And why’s that?” you scoff, undeterred by those long lashes batting innocently up at you. “You’re still- fuck- still not forgiven f-for crashing my hngh- girls night out, Toru.” 

“Still?”

“Still.”

Oh. Well, Gojo might as well just speed up this apology process before he loses his patience - and his sanity. Steadily dwindling away each time you slam your sloppy pussy down on him, with each trail of slick and precum smearing along his pelvis. 

And it’s so easy, too. 

RIP! 

Feeling like he’ll fucking explode, half-lucid mind barely even registering the way he easily tears through that flimsy blindfold, the fabric absolutely nothing against the way Gojo is running on pure need and the thought of you you you-

You can only squeal as his fingers immediately find your waist, gripping so hard you wondered whether it would bruise. “Toru- didn’t you say m- ngh- t-takin’ control?” 

“Change of plans.” Is all Gojo grunts out. Lifting your hips so effortlessly up, up, up - only to ram you down on his rock-hard cock with no warning. Filling you up completely - no more of those teasing little grinds and shallow thrusts you were torturing him with. No, Gojo Satoru was well and fully intent on fucking his apology into you. And he says so, of course. “F-fuck m’sorry. Gonna fuck it into this pretty ngh- cunt. M’sorry.”

“Oh- You’re so deep, Toru- hngh.” you whine, fully letting your boyfriend rock his hips up into yours like his favorite sextoy. “C-can feel you deep inside here-”

And oh Gojo thinks he could cum right then and there as you trail down a hand to press on your stomach, right where his weeping tip was massaging all your sweet spots. Stretching you out so sinfully. 

“You little minx.” he huffs out a disbelieving laugh, eyes narrowing at your obscenely fucked-out state. “Now m’not sorry.” 

“W-wha-” He shuts you up with a quick circle on your pulsing clit, toying with the sensitive nub as he runs his mouth instead. 

“M’not sorry I crashed that hah- lil’ hangout.” Hips so harsh against yours, forcing you to feel every dip and curve of Gojo’s muscled body. “Not sorry I ngh- fuck introduced myself to that fuckin’ loser of a waiter that was ah- eyeing you up. Not sorry that I get to fuck you like this afterward.”

And it’s true - Gojo didn’t sound the least bit remorseful about anything he did. Confidence only growing more and more with each pathetic little moan that leaves your swollen lips in agreement. 

You’re shaking on top of him, the stimulation too much. “Shit- you’re such a smug- bastard, Toru.”

“Don’ act like y-you don’t like this, sweetheart.” he pulls your head down to catch your lips with his. Barely - just a mess of teeth and saliva and words he’s hissing out, “Jus like you’re -fuck fuck fuck s’too good- acting to be mad with me.” Each word punctuated with a harsh, sloppy jab of his hips that have the breath leaving your lungs. “Mad with how ngh- you’ve got the s-strongest groveling at your fuck- feet.” Movements getting faster. Deeper. “M’forgiven r-right?”

Your voice strained as you whisper against his lips, “Kiss me properly, Toru.”

And he is - kissing you like he’s so sorry as the both of you reach your highs. Stars behind your eyes, blood roaring in your ears. Your gummy walls milking the fucking soul out of Gojo as he cums in thick, hot spurts. Painting your walls a lewd little white that trickles down you shaking thighs. Over and over and-

So, so sloppy. Arms looping around your waist to hold your hips still. Muffling his deep moans into your mouth as his hips slow down only ever-so-slightly, pumping you full of his seed. And it’s almost…sweet.

If only it hadn’t been for the words that leave him as soon as he parts, of course. 

“Hey, now that we had apology sex, can we have regular sex, too?”

“...”

A/N. PSA don’t work out relationship stuff like this hehe.

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part i

🎧ྀི : summary: petty bitches fuck with the wrong couple

🎧ྀི : genre: smau, drama, comfort, strong language

🎧ྀི : pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

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User1: (s)creamed when i saw the queen on the screen

User2: ilyyy

User3: mommy. Sorry. Mommy. Not sorry

User4: i miss her in the quartet tm videos :((

User5: tbh i dont think she’s hanging out with them anymore

User6: they were awful to her not surprised

User7: yea but she just dropped them?

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Yourusername: 🤭🤭🧡

lando: can yall quit being cute on main and focus on the game?

Yourusername: i killed you like three times already you really want me to beat your ass again?

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User1: this is getting old

User2: slay girlll

User3: lover era

Friend2: and it’s a god

User4: rue??? When was this??

User5: im so confused

User6: im new this came up on discovery what is going on 😭

User7: these three used to be a friend group with Oscar piastri’s current gf but recently they haven’t been hanging out anymore and ppl think she dropped them for her new driver bf

User8: also add that these three ignored her on all social media platforms AND shaded her when she posted about their first date. Dont twist these things.

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User9: girls…. What arent you telling??

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User10: omg ive never been one for gossip but wtf is this situation

User11: idk i think @ yourusername dropped them for her new hotshot bf

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User13: she’s a sweetheart tho no? :(

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User1: keeping us fed (and jealous) of the couple goals

User2: yes your honor they caused me to cry in my lonesome

User3: i cant. Someone sedate me.

User4: THEY ARE SO CUTE WHEN. IS. IT. MY. TURNNNNN

User5: yes you have a bf we know by now, how about those cool outfits again pls

User6: last five posts are about them jeesusss

User7: and??? They’re happy???

User8: studies show couples who have to post themselves everywhere are more insecure than the ones who dont

User9: Youre sick if you think this amount of flaunting right after ditching your friendgroup is somehow okay

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AlexAlbon: i can feel a flu coming in

lilymhe: just got out of the A&E

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User10: not half of the grid and wags coming to back these two up i cant 😭🫶🏻

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User1: so jealous

User2: she looks so happy with themmm

User3: the ULTIMATE trio i said what i said

User4: oscy/n is endgame omg

User5: @ yourusername babes drop oscar you can date me

User6: clubbing while their guys are abroad driving at 300kph??

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User1: is she talking about osc or the guy she cheated on him with??

User2: FUCK OFF CHEATER

User3: smellyyyy

User4: wow i see only snakes what is happening to meeee...??? 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

User5: atleast no osc in the likes or comments

User6: he is following her still though???

User7: he's probably focusing on the race and handling emotions outside of it

User8: oh he's gonna be a menace

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User10: 🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

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User3: let’s see if we get a whiny radio about breaking under safety car again smh

User4: boringgg

User5: boring because fastest car is… fastest??? We have had Verstappen leading like four years in a row, that’s nothing new.

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User6: blah blah blah where is my pookie y/n??

User7: fr havent seen the sport before, only followed her from the tiktok User8: BREAKING NEWS rich girl is a cheaterrrr User 7: what???????? User8: I'll send the link dm but there was a twitter post about @ yourusername cozying up to someone at a party while Oscar was out of town.

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User9: Mannn from Melbourneee 🇦🇺

User10: oh no

User11: what?

User10: Y/N’s comment

User11: oh no

User12: pfft she cheated? No wonder he doesnt reply 😂

User13: we dont know that

User12: c’mon thatpicture was pretty clear

User13: someone got a big head from bagging an f1 driver, have fun with the scraps babes @ yourusername

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User1: prettiest!!!

User2: oh my god this was not on my bingo card

User3: is the second one... like... Y/N?!

User4: nooo i thought she was cool 😭😭

User5: airing out an entire gc dynamic on insta 👀💀💀

Friend1: love youu

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User6: when was that? After she got together with Oscar??

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User1: this is just getting crazier

User2: omg

User3: did not doubt for a second queen

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Yourusername: getting there, it’s all just happening quickly 😭

Alexstmleux: therapy leo time?

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User1: I KNEW IT MY UNPROBLEMATIC QUEEN

User2: the fact someone has time to actively sabotage her is beyond me

User2: like get a life

OscarPiastri: need your signature for the lawsuits, love

Yourusername: on it!

User3: omggg lawsuits??!!

User4: cyber bullying, harrassment and deflamation I guess?

User5: someone’s shit is about to be rocked

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Yourusername: @ lilymunhe, @ Alexstmleux love you guys more 🙂‍↕️

User6: okay can we reel back in; LAWSUIT???

User7: YEAH?!!! What is happening???

User8: they probably cant talk about it ://

lando: they want their privacy, I, however, will throw hands. Cyber harrasment, spamming and defamation :)

MatteoBrown: I can dropkick a cunt 🤲🏻?

User9: omg even Matteo is in on it.

User10: you surprised? Dude’s loyalty is like… GoT level

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User11: now I’m even more confused

User12: important thing is WE’RE NOT CHILDREN OF DIVORCE

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author -> this wasnt supposed to happen idk if i even like it but here you go some dramaaa 😭 without the misunderstanding trope because i cannot stand miscommunication ALSO does the timeline make ANY sense? no. 😭 😭

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Yandere! Saja Boys x Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6.

Accept it. Accept it. Accept....it??

Accept their feelings for you?? But you didn't know how. Did they demand you to reciprocate or merely stop resisting their feelings? You didn't even know WHAT feelings they meant, either.

Did they really like you?? Five of them? Five men, no, demons? That was ridiculous. They must not know what temporary attraction is. Thats why they keep driving you crazy and telling you how they'd die and kill for you.

You stumbled now after your side jabbed into a piece of furniture. You were on the run. On the run as in, through their huge ass penthouse, that is.

"Come on, [Y/N]~ The fans want it, so you can't run from ittt~!!" Abby's voice was like the eery hiss of a very beautifully patterned, very poisonous snake in your ear. He was hot on you heels; he didn't even need to try. Infact, you sussed out that you were actually the only one running here. He was about to catch up to you with just his relaxed strides.

You're wondering what's happening right now? A week ago exactly, you'd signed to be their manager. You were allowed back home-- briefly. But then you were thrown into this quick sand-pit of gigs, fan meets, approving merch. Other things that you could have sworn they were able to do themselves.

You spent more time with them that you ever had when they held you captive. You had a feeling they had a part to play in that.

And somewhere along the way, the fans had sussed out a few things. The prime one being how all five of the members looked at you when you weren't looking. That person they all said they already liked?? I wonder who they guessed that out to be.

The members didn't even care. They'd throw their arms around you in public. Fix you with this 'you're making me feel some typa-way' kind of stare while ON CAMERA. Watch you much too intently as your sorted through paperwork during fan meets. Yes, fan meets, as in the one event in which they're supposed to focus full attention on their FANS.

But the worst thing is, you'd expected the fans to do something. To rage. To demand refunds for the lack of attention. And then the Saja Boys would have to fire you and you'd be free. Instead?? You saw comments under the upload of the meet on Youtube.

"Guys GUYS GUYS. The Saja men are hot n all... but hear me out....THEIR MANAGER."

"Omg yea"

"She's clueless man"

"They're S. M. I. T. T. E. N."

"She's adorableee I wanna carry her in my pockettt"

"TAKES CARE OF THEM SO WELL OMG"

Now, there were things online. Fanart. Fanfiction. Direct messages to you, to the members. Asking if you were together. Asking for something you learned as fanservice.

There were shipwars. Now, Jinu had explained this one to you but you still didn't quite get it. Fans... fighting over...who you looked best with?

There were comments that you had to read through in order to delete the hateful ones.

"OH. EM. GEE. [Y/N] and Abby. have y'all SEEN the size difference?? So cute!!!"

"Dumb bitch, [Y/N] X MYSTERY for LIFE have you seen them?? [Y/N] literally has him on an invisible leash!!"

"I don't know, I think I like Jinu and [Y/N]'s love-hate relationship better. Remember when he hugged her and she called him a melonhead?? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ XD,"

"HAHA uncultured swines, y'all ever heard of Baby x [Y/N] x Romance??"

"TRY ME, OT6 FOR THE RUN AHHHHH"

You'd shut down the laptop then. It was too late to delete those either way; the company PR had already seen.

And decided that they could make some bank off of this. And when a higher-up decides that there's money to be made?? You're delusional if you think you're getting away unscathed.

To top it all off, the Saja Boys were all too happy to encourage this shipping nonsense, too.

So here you were, dashing from the truth. Panting, eyes widened. You kept on looking back. You were going in circles around the huge penthouse complex. Through every single room. By now, you were in a full-on sprint. You looked back. Abby was still right behind you.

And you were so busy looking back, you didn't notice the solid chest that you were about to bash into.

"Don't you know we can teleport? Tsk, tsk, tsk." Jinu tutted with a smile, clawed finger coming under your chin and lifting it so that you looked up at him like an angry albeit guilty child.

Ten minutes later you were pushed into a fancy studio. Tried to slip away, was dragged right back.

The professional photographer hired looks you up and down, chewing his gum obnoxiously loud. He had you figured out in seconds.

"Hmmm, not a normal manager are you? Quite young. Not a bad face. Not bad at all." He paused, regarding your tense shoulders. "Relax yourself hun, you're gonna earn in millions for this."

The first reference pose he showed you already had you rushing for the exit.

"Oh no no no you don't." Jinu smiled, grabbing you by the collar and lifting you right off your feet.

"You're our manager now. Keeping the fans happy is one of your commitments. This is one of your commitments."

So now, you found yourself propped upon Abby's lap. Your feet weren't touching the ground. He'd been grinning like a madman as you struggled to climb into his lap and he'd lifted you up, helping you. Now he was all professional. Arm loosely draped around your waist, leaned back. Staring at the camera with sensuality.

Your arms were twitching around his neck, aching to tear away. under your own biceps, you could feel his own, thrice the size of yours and solid as a rock, flexing.

You only realized now how big he truly was.

While you'd lost weight out of stress, he'd become even more beefy in preparation for the photo shoot.

He could feel you slowly start to tremble. Smiling in pleasure, he leaned in, "Don't worry darling, I won't crush you." He knew you were wary of him in particular due to his physique. Such a caution was...how does he say it... fucking adorable.

"Yeessss...yes yes yess give me all that emotion. The anxiety." Photo dude's eyes swivelled to Abby, "The attraction. [Y/N], don't be shy and lean in a bit closer, will ya babe? It's not everyday you get to sit on the lap of a top idol."

But you didn't want to. The photographer was only doing the top half of your bodies, so it couldn't properly be seen that you were on his fucking lap. Your left leg was subconsciously stretching, trying to reach the ground. How would your boyfriend react to this if he were still alive? Your frown deepened.

While the members leaned into fully assess the photos captured, their eyes sparkling with facination, you hung back, wondering if you could make a break for it now.

The next round was just as if not even more appalling. You were hiccuping, feet tripping and sliding against the floor as you tried to book it to the door. Jinu was smiling happily at the concerned-looking photographer. His large hand held the back of your collar, effectively preventing your escape.

"Sorry, she's very shy."

The photographer tuts, almost pityingly, "Oh, darling darling, we can't have this shyness in the entertainment industry...not if you wanna make the big bucks."

The rest of the member's eyes swivelled and darkened as the man smeared lipstick carefully over your rosebud lips.

While you were still fighting the urge to sprint, he had the audacity to even cheer you on "Don't be shy, get that man!!"

So you walked hesitantly towards Romance, hands shaking in tiny fists. He was leaned back lazily on the red velvet sofa being used. One side of his pretty lips quirked up. Lips that were also painted in that same shade as yours.

He beckoned you with a finger. And when you got barely into arms reach, he reached out and snatched you towards him.

"The whole face, he said, baby." The pinkette man almost snarled into your ear, fine brows furrowed cockily as his small smirk grew into a full on wicked smile.

You winced. Romance didn't hold you still or anything. You had to do it yourself. The handsome pinkette leaned in, cedarwood and rose scent engulfing you. His smirk returns, entertained as he notices your knuckles whitening on the couch fabric, stopping yourself from pulling away.

"We don't got all day." The photographer snarked.

Romance had no qualms of speeding it up. His large hands framed your face. At each peck on your cheek, your nose, your chin and forehead, you winced. You were trying not to struggle. But your legs still squirmed in protest. It was so adorable.

Soon, your face was covered in lipstick prints. Romance's eyes began to glow. He shut it down immediately. His marks. All over your pretty little face Fuck.

Click, click, click.

You tried not to wince at every audible shutter of the camera.

"Oh lord, even I would pay for these. Look at the emotions in his eyes."

When it came your turn, Roman actually had to tighten his hold to stop you from shuffling away, "Keep tryna chicken out, huh? Too bad, you can't because you already signed the contract~" It was rasped in your ear.

You shook off his grip, eyebrows tight in frustration and determination. But it wavered way too easily as one of the boys whistled. Probably Abby. "Come on, sweets!! Just like you did to Jinu that night!!"

The photographer looked at the man with wide eyes then looked back to you. You smiled crookedly, trying to appear innocent. But that wasn't going to get you out of this. Nothing was.

So you shut your eyes, and got to work.

When you opened your eyes, Romance was slumped in your arms. Just like your own, every inch of his face was covered in hot pink lip prints almost matching his hair. Mouth in a blissed-out smile. Face heated. It was like he was on something.

The camera shutter went off, "Excellent," The photographer breathed, eyeing the shots with wonder.

Mystery's reference one had you stumbling. "Is this...really okay to publish to fans??"

"Oh, darling," Photography guy chuckled like he knew something you didn't. But you knew something too; that you didn't fucking want to know what he knew.

So you stood, as they put a fucking collar around Mystery's muscular neck. Put a leash on the collar and tied an intricate knot around your wrist with the end of it.

And while Malak looked thrilled at the idea of being tied to you, you shook your wrist, eyeing the ribbon unaffectionately.

"Woah!" Your finger dug into his back when he delves for your neck. You weren't used to such a sensitive place being touched. Your other hand went to his hair, tightening on his scalp.

"That's it, put those big arms 'round her, champ!! Nuzzle your face in a bit more. Nice and tight now!!"

And oh god, the blue-grey haired boy didn't have to be told twice.

You hadn't thought much about it before. But now they were all pressing into you one after the other and you couldn't help but notice how big they all were. Even Baby, the smallest of them all was much taller than you.

"How much longer?" You couldn't help but mumble now, as you sat leaned back against Baby's chest as per the photographer's instructions. His legs were on either side of you. He'd locked them around you at some point and laughed when you couldn't get free. But he did let go. You still couldn't flee though.

"Trés adorable!! Just like that!! Put your arms around her neck!!" The photographer couldn't even hear you. He was gushing over the sight of you two together. You just didn't understand the appeal.

You actually forced yourself to look at the photos this time. They were aesthetically pleasing to say in the least. Though you didn't like the concept, the photographer had made them into a masterpiece. In some shots Beni looked cocky, smiling at you satisfiedly from the back. In others, he looked at you with this...mix of feelings in his eye.

You looked back at him now and he stared back unwaveringly. His lips didn't turn up into that mean cocky smirk or anything as usual. It was his large eyes that spoke to you instead. Just... pure emotions. Vulnerability. Want. Deprivation. He was spilling himself out to you without even speaking. Without even hesitating.

"Last member, honey. Gee-wizz you must be having the time of your life." Photo guy said jokingly but also seriously you didn't know which it was. You hoped it was joke. You were not having fun.

Especially when Jinu grabbed your shoulders and steered you back to the couch.

You were in shorts. you could feel the taut fabric of his pants as photo dude directed you to put your leg over his. You were told to go closer and you hesitated.

"Come onnnn, you kissed me before without hesitation. You're thinking for this??" This guy had a slap with his name on it lined up if he didn't shut up.

It was the second time photography guy's eyes almost popped out of his skull. You scooted closer to Jinu and quickly said, "Jokes, ahaha. Jinu's really funny off camera." You couldn't help but wince. What a lie. Jinu made you do the opposite of laugh. The amount of times you'd held back tears at the idea of being unable to leave their house, god.

His hand was now on your ankle, caressing. Moving up further. Photo guy was drinking this up. "Juuust like that. Keep looking at her like that."

He wouldn't say much about your emotions. Probably because he could read out clearly how badly you wanted to leave from here. You were sick of being surrounded by these male demons. But no one would understand.

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It was almost as if they knew how badly they'd pushed you the last day. Today, you were allowed home while the editors did their work on the shots and the bodyguards alone escorted the boys to their gig.

And it was almost as if your body knew how fucking mentally drained you were. The next minute you got home, you were out cold in your own sweet, sweet bed.

Now, 2pm the next day and you were still dead to the world. Your small form submerged in the sheets. Not silken soft ones from the penthouse, but your own. Mediocre cotton with coffee stains. You were in heaven; a dreamless sleep like no other.

You weren't on alert. You were safe in your own home. Your own personal space.

You loved your personal space. But guess what? The Saja Boys love your personal space too.

While you were passed out still, your front door opened. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. She doesn't even have an extra lock on the door." The low voice of Jinu buzzed in the background.

Baby Saja was the first to find your curled up form, barely taking up half your bed. And yet so comfortably asleep.

"Damn, she's exhausted."

"We worked her to the bone so that she'd stay," Abby shrugged, huge form leaning upon the door frame with his arms crossed.

Romance narrowed his eyes. Was he jealous of your bed? Maybe. His hand closed around one of the bed posts. He shook it hard. The entire bed shook. Self satisfied he stood up straight. "This beds rickety. Unsafe for her."

They were talking so carelessly loud. Mystery wasn't talking but was creating his own racket as he crawled onto the bed beside you. Feeling the sheets, grimacing in dissaproval when he sees they're not soft and luxurious like theirs. But you weren't stirring.

You were on your stomach, small arms closed around your head pillow as you mushed it up close to your face. It wasn't difficult for the boys to admire you like this.

Leaning in, pecking your face, stroking your hair. Running their hands down the dips and curves of your body through the duvet. Enamoured, they were. Good for you, you didn't wake up and notice.

"Wakey wakey baby~ We got pizza. It's your favourite; BBQ chicken." Jinu smiled, running his hand through your hair. Never had they seen you in such a state of peace and calm and vulnerability. Even when you slept over at theirs, you forever looked high on alert. Eyebrows knitted together, mumbling as if you were attempting to repell these demons even in your sleep.

You stirred, and turned over, still dozing. They watched, calmly. Until Abby, the more thoughtless and callous of them all, scooped up your small form into his arms. He liked having you against his muscles like this. It was a fixation for him at the moment; how pliant and clueless and soft you were between his arms.

It was a small of a thing as an all-too-familiar ghost of breath against your neck that had you jolting awake. You opened your mouth for a curse but your throat was all closed up from sleep.

You scrambled away and sat up, rubbing your eyes. You chose to ignore the way you were woken up, "How do you know my favourite-??"

They exchanged looks. They may or may not have looked under your car seats for takeaway bills and learnt the contents off by heart.

They wanted to tell you, but they shrugged instead. "All humans like pizza. And these just seemed to be popular toppings."

You walked straight past them to the bathroom, yawning as you did so. They sighed in relief. Thank god you were too tired to give them second thoughts. At the same time they wanted your thoughts though. Seconds, thirds, all of them.

You were an angelic little thing. All flushed cheeks and droopy eyes. Voice husky. Unable to even comprehend what they were saying properly because you were too disoriented. It was the first time they got to see what you were really like after an actual deep sleep. You were fucking ethereal.

In a loose knit sweater and the smallest fucking sleep shorts, you were walking sin and had no idea about it.

Mystery smiled, ringed fingers stroking against the coarse fabric of your pillow. It was an immense joy that filled him as he watched you obliviously walk into the bathroom. He was about to make good on your promise to him.

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[leechqnsgirl]

🎧✩°｡⋆⸜ riding bf!niki for the first time

notes: first time writing a smut like this, feedback is appreciated :))

18+ | niki x fem!reader | wc : 613 | asks are open

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"fuck." niki groans out, his hands gripping onto your hips. "need these off." he grunted, hands already working on taking off your shorts. lifting your hips up a bit to help slide them off.

now you were left completely bare, except niki's t-shirt that, despite hiding your figure, made you look so much hotter.

snaking your hands down to the belt of his jeans, you working on sliding his own pants down as niki took off his tank top.

just as he was about to flip the two of you around, being so you were on your back and him on top of you, you held a hand to his chest.

"just lay back, baby." you encouraged, your hands playing with the hair at the back of his neck. you knew he was sensitive there.

sliding down slowly onto his length, you couldn't help but let out a shaky moan. shutting your eyes until you were all the way down.

taking a peak over at your boyfriends face, you can tell he was just starting to lose it. this new position was playing with his head too much. you taking the initiative this time, you're the one giving him the lazy eyed stare while his are tight shut with his head thrown back.

you haven't even moved properly yet and he feels so far gone.

finally you start moving your hips, rising up and down at an even pace. slowly increasing your speed.

and fuck, was looking at you a huge mistake.

he felt his cock twitch, you looked too perfect. your baby hairs sticking to your face, neck glistening with sweat and your hips never letting up. why the hell haven't you ever ridden him before?

he pulled himself up, leaning on his elbows as he dragged your face down to his. he had to kiss you. he had to quiet himself down. the noises he was letting out were pathetic. he was whining and whimpering over the feeling of you riding him.

you let go of the kiss, looking him in the eyes now as you grabbed one of his hands and led to in between the both of you.

catching the hint, he rubbed your clit so perfectly. it wasn't long since that when you moaned out, "fuck, niki, baby...im close." he nodded his head, "me too, i-i cant hold out. you feel so fucking good." he groaned, grabbing a handful of your ass with his empty hand.

he had come first, hugging your body tightly against his as he hid his face in your neck. "fuck, y/n, s-stop." he muttered, the overstimulation hitting him quickly. "h-hold on, I'm right there, baby. just o-one second." you whined out, hips moving faster as you chased your orgasm.

moaning out his name, you'd came, legs shaking a bit as you pulled away from his tight embrace.

"fucking hell, babe. you're crazy." he laughed, falling back onto the bed as he caught his breath. "mm, you were so cute baby. i never heard you make those noises before." you teased as you leaned forward, laying your head on his chest, still cockwarming him.

he puffed out a breathe of air, not replying out of embarassment. "im definitely riding you again. I loved hearing you all whiny for me."

he sat up abruptly. "okay, how about we take a shower now. hm? after that we can decide if you'll... ride me again."

he slid your shirt off, carrying you to the bathroom bridal style.

placing a kiss to your shoulder, he muttered out a quiet I love you. one that you might've missed if not for the calm and quietness of the night.

[nova2kss]

Plug!Connie x black!Reader

Plug Connie fic (sorta kinda) bc I love him sooo much

Not proof read

Enjoy cause im prob not gonna write again until may🙂‍↕️ ily guys

Constance fucking springer a dangerous man as some would say.

You being best friends and roommates with Sasha braus, made you a bit more acquainted with the man more than you’d like as you would say.

You never really tried to involve yourself into his lifestyle…well that was until finals week when you were terribly stressed

The only thing you needed from him was a few grams.

A few grams turned into a few packs, a few packs turned into a few smoke sessions, and a few smoke sessions turned into Connie beating your shit from the back.

“S-shit take it out papa, I’m s-sorryyy” 

“Mhm hmm I know”

The tinted windows on his all back red rimmed SRT was fogged with your hand prints all over them

You didn’t mean to put yourself in this predicament, you just wanted to show your man that you were a grown ass woman who could make her own decisions

Connie’s hands were deepening your arch in his back seat

“Keep that back arched or I won’t let up baby”

You gripped the hand door handle praying keeping that deep arch would give him some sympathy to give you at least a break

“Mhmm just like that mami, shit so good ima nut in you”

“Fuck paaa please I’m so s-sor AH”

You were interrupted with a sting on your ass combined with a sharp thrust.

“Fuck up, take that shit. This what you wanted right”

He was right, this was indeed what you wanted, you just weren’t expecting him to fuck you this hard.

As much as you complained you loved seeing this side of him, you loved when he put you in your place, and reminded you why you shouldn’t piss him off.

He slowed his thrust down ever so slightly watching the white ring drip around his shaft as you to connected.

“Look at you creaming on this dick baby”

The whimpers you let out in unison with the squelching around him; had him ready to give you all his cum.

As much as he was mad at you, he couldn’t hold back his moans in the slightest, your pussy had him rambling spewing out anything

“F-fuck I love you s’much baby” “you feel so good” “I’m gonna cum baby”

All of this while he fucked you so stupid you couldn’t even respond.

Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head when Connie snaked his hands into your hair pulling your head back onto his chest.

You couldn’t even speak and ask for a break the most you could do was reach your hand back and try and push him out of your guts

Connie looked down at your petty attempt to push him away

“Move your hand baby”

“Mhm mhm”

“Y/n move that shit”

“Mhm nooo, take sum outtt”

His thrust came to a halt

“Y/n if you don’t move yo hand ima kill yo shit”

Your hand was moved with quickness.

“Uhh Fuck pa I’m gonna cum”

“I know baby I feel you, I’m right there”

Your hips move with his chasing your nut, and Connie was doing every for you to catch it

His hand stayed tangled in your hair as he licked and moaned over your neck

He couldn’t hold his nut anymore, and neither could you

“Cum for me baby, I’m right thereee”

The waterfall rushed out wetting his fresh leather seats and his whole lower half

“M’cumming m’cumminggg”

His thrust stopped as he painted your insides with his warm seed

The only thing you seen was the whites of his eyes while he groaned into you, riding out your orgasms

You both moaned as he pulled out, watching his nut drip out of you

He laughed looking at the seats of his car

“We made a mess”

[pedroscurls]

blessing in disguise (one-shot)

summary: joel misses his shift for patrol, which turns out to be a blessing in disguise. (or joel misses work bc reader is giving him some morning head 😉)

pairing: jackson!joel x fem!reader content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ ONLY MDNI), joel lives (as he should!!!), oral (m receiving), blowjob, hair pulling, pet names (joel calls you his good girl), dirty talk, size kink, deep throat, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, no use of y/n, minimal description of reader (has hair so joel can tug on it😉). word count: 2.4k a/n: ok listen - ep 6 will forever live rent free in my head as the final episode of the show. joel is alive and repairing his relationship with ellie. abby's dead and will no longer bother our man and so i thought, what if he lives because he missed his patrol having one of the best blowjobs that man has ever had??? i mean, i think it's a good enough reason to miss work hehe. this wasn't proofread, just wanted to get this story out lol. anyway, please heed the warnings and enjoy! <3

You see Ellie and Joel talking on the front porch. After tonight’s events, Joel had opted to remain outside for a while longer. You knew that Ellie’s reaction to Joel stepping in after Seth’s bigoted remark had left him embarrassed—hurt. He didn’t want to talk about it when the two of you had gotten home. Instead, he poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbed his guitar, gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek, and then walked out to the front porch to sit on the chair. 

He mentioned that he just needed some air, but you knew it was because he wanted to make sure that Ellie made it home safe. 

You watch the two of them talk—it looks heated for a moment, but then you see the tension in Joel’s shoulders alleviate. From your view, you can see the tears in both his eyes and Ellie’s. Then, almost awkwardly, Ellie leans in and wraps her arms around him. Joel rests his chin on the top of her head and squeezes her tightly. The hug lasts for a few seconds before Ellie pulls away first. She turns on her heel and walks away. Joel lets out a sigh of relief and he grabs his mug and guitar and walks inside. 

He kicks off his boots and shuts the door behind him, setting the guitar on its stand nearby. Looking up, Joel sees you sitting on one of the steps of the stairs. 

“Hey,” he calls out. 

“Hey,” you answer. “Good talk?” 

Joel nods, the corner of his lips lifting slightly. “I think—I think me and Ellie are gonna be okay.” 

You smile and stand up to make your way over to him. You rest a hand on his chest, thumb brushing against one of the buttons on his flannel. “Just had to give her time, baby.” 

Joel nods, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead. “M’gonna do things right this time,” he says softly. “M’gonna learn from my mistakes.”

“Joel,” you sigh quietly. “You know you didn’t ever do anything wrong, right?” 

“I know,” he nods. “I just—I wonder if things would be different if I had been honest with her from the beginning. Maybe if I had, we wouldn’t have lost out on all this time that we could have spent together.” 

“There’s no way of knowing, Joel.” you bring a hand up to rest on his cheek. “You did what you had to, to keep her safe. Ellie’s a smart girl, baby. You just have to let her come to terms with it on her own.” 

“Yeah,” he says softly. “‘Spose you’re right.” 

“And this—tonight—that conversation you had with her just now, it’s the first step in repairing your relationship with her. Like you said, you and Ellie are gonna be okay. There is no you without her and there is no her without you.” 

Joel smiles, setting his mug down and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you,” he whispers. “And Happy New Year, darlin’.”

“Happy New Year, Joel,” you smile, arms snaking around his neck. “You ready for bed, old man?” 

“Hmm,” Joel chuckles. “Call me old man again and I’ll show ya.” 

“Oh?” you bite your lower lip, playing with the hair at his nape. “Come on then, old man.” 

Joel smirks, eyes narrowing down at you before he swoops you into his arms and tosses you over his shoulder. A loud squeak escapes your lips as he begins ascending the stairs, the sound of your laughter filtering the home.

The light peeks through the windows and your eyes slowly open, seeing the snow falling from the sky. There’s a white sheet of snow that you can make out from where you’re lying and despite how cold it looks outside, you’re completely warm. Joel’s naked body serves a blanket of warmth, his strong arms wrapped loosely around you from behind. 

You know that he has to wake up soon to go on patrol with Dina, but it’s the first day of the new year and you have other plans for him. As you slowly begin to move in his arms, Joel lets out a quiet grunt as he moves to lie on his back instead. He brings one of his arms to drape over his eyes, likely to block out the light that slowly begins to illuminate the room. 

You bite your lower lip and lean forward, gently pressing a soft kiss on his chest. He mumbles under his breath as he begins to stir awake. You begin to pepper kisses down his broad chest, bringing the blanket further down his hips. You bite your lower lip as you look down—the trail of hair disappearing underneath the blanket and you can see the outline of his length from beneath the sheet. 

Just as you’re about to move between his legs, his free hand reaches out to rest on your hip. It’s warm and heavy against your skin. 

“Y’know I’ve got patrol,” he mumbles, voice deep and hoarse as he slowly begins to wake up.

You rest a hand on his chest and lean up to kiss his cheek lightly. “I know…”

“Then you know I won’t have time to—”

“Shh,” you whisper, “Let me just take care of you.” 

“Baby,” he mumbles, eyes slowly opening to watch you crawl between his legs. Joel’s already half-hard and when he sees you on your knees, the blood rushes down. Fast. 

“You gonna let me?” you ask, eyes fluttering up in his direction. You spit into your hand and then wrap it around his growing manhood, slowly beginning to stroke him to full mast. Leaning forward, you flick your tongue along the tip of his length. 

“Fuck,” he moans breathlessly. Joel’s hand moves to your hair, grabbing a fistful as he looks down at you. 

“That a yes?” you ask, pulling away from him as you grin. 

“Yes,” he nods. “Fuck yes.” 

“Good,” you answer. Without hesitation, you wrap your lips around the head of length. You can taste his precome trickling into your mouth as you use your second hand to wrap around the base of his manhood. He had always been so big, but every time you did this for him, he just seemed so much bigger. 

Joel lets his eyes flutter shut as he presses the back of his head against his pillow. The grip around your hair tightens as he feels you try to take as much as you can in your mouth—the tip of his length hitting the back of your throat. “God, that’s it,” he growls. “Such a good fuckin’ girl f’me,” Joel mumbles. He lifts his hips slightly off the bed, pushing himself further into your mouth. 

You pull away from him momentarily, chest heaving rapidly as you try to catch your breath. Tears sting the corners of your eyes as you look up at him, grinning proudly at the look on his face. His mouth is slightly parted, eyes shut tight, heavy breaths escaping his lips. 

Slowly, Joel releases his grip around your hair and sits up, leaning back against the headboard. He opens his eyes and looks down at you as his manhood stands erect—throbbing and leaking at the tip. “Come ‘ere,” he whispers. 

You nod and crawl over to the space between his legs as he spreads them apart for you. You lean up on your knees and lean forward, pressing your lips against his own. Joel grunts in response and tangles his fingers in your hair again—the kiss is urgent, messy. 

“This your plan, darlin’?” he asks, smirking against your lips. “Make me play hooky on the first day of the year, hm?” 

You nod, pulling away to look into his eyes. “Guilty,” you answer as you reach down and stroke him slowly with both hands. His eyes flutter as you lean in to rest your forehead against his own. 

He lets out a quiet moan, eyes fluttering as he keeps a tight hold on your hair. “God, you spoil me…” Joel slowly pushes you down, guiding your mouth back to where he needs you the most. 

You get the hint almost instantly—your desire to please him overpowering every thought. Still on your knees, you lean down and wrap your lips around him once more, the warmth and heaviness of his manhood resting in your mouth. You let the underside of his length rest on your tongue—every vein throbbing against it. 

“Fuck, baby… You look fuckin’ good like this,” he groans, tightening his grip around your hair. Joel uses his free hand and taps at your hands, encouraging you to release your hold on him. As your hands move from the base of his length to rest on his thighs instead, Joel tugs on your hair and begins to guide you along his length. You hollow your cheeks as Joel’s guidance causes your head to bob up and down. 

You let out a moan, the sound reverberating through Joel’s entire body. As you come down, the tip of his length hits the back of your throat again—a loud gagging noise escaping your lips. He holds you there for a moment, eyes falling shut as he tilts his head back. “Oh fuck,” he moans, feeling the tightness begin to build in the pit of his stomach. 

Joel tugs you back by your hair, opening his eyes to watch the string of saliva that connects your mouth to his manhood. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” Joel smirks. “Should wake me up like this every morning.” 

“We won’t ever leave the house if I do that,” you grin, wrapping your hands around his length as you begin to stroke him. “But I would do this every night if you’d let me.” 

Joel grunts—he’s so hard in your hands and when he sees you about to lean down to wrap your lips around him once more, he shakes his head and pulls you up to straddle his lap instead. “Yeah, I think that can be arranged.” 

“Good… because I just love having you in my mouth.” You smile, holding the base of his length steady as you slowly slide down on him. He’s so big—there’s always been a slight pressure once you feel him enter you, but you’re so fucking wet that he slides into you easily. 

“As much as I’d love to come in your mouth,” Joel groans, hands moving to your hips as your tight heat envelopes him. “I want to fuckin’ fill you up,” he whispers, feeling you slide further until you’re seated firmly on his lap. “So much that I’m tricklin’ out of you the entire day.” 

“J–Joel,” you whimper, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you slowly begin to rock your hips forward and backward. 

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” Joel grins, forehead resting against your own as his fingertips dig into your hips. You’re breathless as you move against him, breath fanning over his lips. “Feeling so full of my come, hm?” 

“Yes,” you moan breathlessly. “P–Please…” 

“Oh baby,” Joel grins, suddenly rolling you over onto your back as he slams into you. Your body jerks as a response and your legs wrap around his waist as he slides further into you. He brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing a few fallen strands of hair away from your face. “So pretty when you beg, but don’t worry, m’happy to give you what you want. Always…” 

Joel pulls out to his tip, glances down to see his entire length glistening with your arousal, before he slides back into you. “Gonna spend the entire morning with you,” he whispers. “Spend the first day of the year with my wife—fuckin’ her good.”

“Joel!” you moan aloud, hands moving to rest on his chest. “Fuck, baby… Please…” 

“M’right here, darlin’,” he groans, resting his head against your own. “Love you,” Joel mumbles. “Love you so fuckin’ much. Gonna spend the rest of my days with you,” he adds, hips moving in and out of you at a rapid pace. He moves your hands to your hips, holding you against the mattress as thrusts into you repeatedly. 

“J–Joel!” your walls begin to tremble as you feel your orgasm fast approaching. Your warm and velvety walls tightens around his length as your back arches. “L–Love you, baby… I’m so–so close—”

“I know,” Joel growls, reaching down and beginning to rub circles around your clit. He watches your eyes fall shut as a loud moan escapes your lips. “Come f’me, darlin’.” 

Your legs tighten around him, pulling him in close as your body shakes with immense pleasure. He’s still circling your clit and your body becomes overly sensitive that you reach down for his wrist and push his hand away. “I–I can’t, baby… It’s too much and—”

“Shh,” Joel whispers, lightly pecking your lips. “You can…” He sits up on his knees as he begins to slide in and out of you with ease. “You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he smirks, “So fuckin’ tight too. Shit, baby. I’m gonna fill you up…” 

“Yes, please,” you beg again, feeling his hips stutter as he delivers one final sharp thrust into you. Seconds later, you can feel him paint your walls with his come—his length throbbing inside of you. He doesn’t pull out of you quite yet, but Joel moves in and out of you, allowing your tight walls to milk every last drop that he can give you. 

“F–Fuck,” he mumbles, pushing into you fully as you wrap your arms around him. “G’morning,” Joel smirks, burying his face against the crook of your neck as he pepper soft and light kisses along your shoulder. 

You smile, feeling the weight of his body press against you as he remains inside of you—softening but still so full of his come. “Good morning, handsome.” 

“We ain’t leavin’ this house today,” Joel grins. “At least not for the next few hours.” 

“If this is what it takes to get you to miss patrol on some days, I might just have to do it more often,” you smile, hands moving through his curls. 

“I won’t object,” he answers. “Besides, I could use a few days off here ‘n there.” 

“Yeah, you work too much,” you smile. “Besides, the more time I can spend with you, the better.”

“Well, I’d say it’s a good start to the year, darlin’,” Joel smiles, slowly pulling out of you as he looks down and watches his come slowly trickle out of you. “Yeah, definitely a good start to the year.” 

[bycaligula]

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 date night

pairing ; rodrick heffley x f!reader

summary ; after date night, rodrick surprised you with a clean van— you know exactly what that means.

warnings ; SMUT,no plot, p in v, unprotected s*x, p*rn with little plot, creampie, choking, van s*x,

a/n ; unedited for now, a little short

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

“you like that, don’t you, princess? yeah, ya do…”

he grunts in your ear, hips slamming into your soaking cunt. he has you pressed face down in the back of his van. your moans echo off the metal walls one after another. you wanted to reply to his comment, but all that came out was a choked whine.

you have no worry of anyone hearing you two, being parked all the way in the back of an empty store parking lot.

he yanks you up by your hair, pulling you against his naked chest. he doesn’t relent on his hard, rough thrusts. the van is hot, and the air is damp with sex. you try to meet his movements half way, moving your ass against him in fervor.

“yeah, yeah, that’s it, babe.” your pussy clenches at his praise. he’s unashamed in his noises, groaning and moaning loudly in your ear. his hand snakes up to wrap around your throat. he grips it firmly, but knowing your limit. your eyes roll back, his cock hitting all the right places inside of you.

“pretty girl, gripping me so fucking tightly. no matter how many times i fuck you, always gripping me like this.”

“rodrick- oh!”

he fucks into you with pure lust. his hands letting go of her neck and down through the valley of her breasts to rub her clit, swollen from earlier foreplay. you sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling. he whispers in your ear, coaxing you through the overwhelming pleasure.

“you’re doing so good, my y/n, so so good for me.” he pinches your clit, swirling his middle and ring finger against it. roderick kisses your shoulder, up your neck, and against the shell of your ear.

pushing you back down on the floor of the vehicle, he flips you over in one single motion. he continues his merciless attack on your pussy while lifting your legs up and over his shoulders. the new found angle sends shivers up your spine. your whole body quivers. you pant and whine, his eyelined eyes locked on your face. it’s a beautiful sight—his cock rocking in and out of you, his lips parted and red from your kisses, his hooded eyes looking right into yours, his sweat shined chest.

he hits a particular spot within you, making you gasp, “roddy, right there, right fucking there-“

“here? right here, sweet girl?”

you nod frantically, “yes! yes!”

“roddy’s got you, don’t you worry…” he hits that spot— over and over and over. your walls clench against him, your breath hitching at his every thrust. the sweet pressure that’s been building inside you comes undone. you reach for something, anything, to grab onto to brace yourself. with your back arching, your eyes screwing shut and the fluttering of your pussy around him; he knows you’ve reached your climax.

“that’s it, oh fuck, so t- tight.” he mumbles through his own strained grunts, coming close himself. the clenching of your body coming undone does it for him. his hips stuttering one last time before spilling his load deep into you. your pussy milks him dry, sucking out every drop of cum it can. he pulls out, watching it leak onto the dark floor of the van. biting his lip at the sight.

he scoops it up and shoves two fingers back into your sore cunt. your body jerks at the overstimulation of him slowly fucking his spend back into you. he pulls his long, calloused fingers out covered in cum, a mix of his and your own.

“open”

you obediently open your mouth. he pushes them past your lips, and you suck the salty liquid off. he watches intently, his signature toothy smirk contorting onto his face. once he’s satisfied, he takes his fingers away and gives you a sweet, sloppy kiss.

“you were perfect,” you whisper as he plops down beside you.

“you’re the perfect one.”

[iloveseraphims]

Little Sister Problems - S-Snake x F! Reader (Sisterhood)

S-Snake Headcanon - S-Snake x Reader

Giant and Little Crows - Seraphims x Giant Reader

Today Your Birthday - S-Hawk x F! Reader x S-Snake

Love Letter To Luffy-sama - S-Snake x F! Reader x S-Hawk

Two Buddies In The Kitchen - S-Snake x F! Reader x S-Hawk

Don't Stop The Music! - S-Snake x F! Reader

Seraphim Diaries - Short Series

The Stupid Slaves and My Angel - S-Snake x Reader

Original & Copy - Warlords x Seraphims

Seraphims & Lunarian

[alienguts]

torn

summary: bruce gets a little too rough in the bedroom by accident

pairing: bruce wayne x female reader

warnings: brief smut, injury caused by sex, bleeding, pain, aftercare, a hundred thousand apologies

word count: 1396 words

a/n: this is just a stupid thought that came to me and then i remembered that there aren't enough awkward sex stories in the world

Something was obviously wrong with Bruce for him to be so rough and careless with Y/N. 

He was always such a gentle and considerate lover for her, making sure that she was ready to take him and always putting her pleasure before his. She couldn’t have asked for a better husband.

But this was different.

When he’d slid into bed and breathed in her ear about how much he needed her, she was more than happy to oblige. She wasn’t naturally wet enough, since she’d only just woken up, and she’d figured that the lube Bruce poured onto her would be enough to keep her comfortable, but she didn’t factor in just how hard he was going to fuck her.

“Bruce,” she choked out as he held her tight to his chest, his cock roughly pumping in and out of her sore pussy. “S-stop.”

He’d already squeezed all the air out of her lungs and she was struggling to get it back, taking in pained gasps each time his hips crashed into hers. The dull ache between her legs had turned into a stinging pain, white hot and piercing her senses. 

“That feel good, sweetheart?” he rasped in her ear, not fully paying attention to her. “You want me to keep going?”

“No, Bruce, I want to stop,” Y/N forced out through gritted teeth, the pain between her legs becoming too much to bear. “You’re hurting me.”

Bruce snapped out of his stupor and immediately slowed his moments down to pull out of her. She whimpered as she felt his thick cock leave her and dug her nails into his muscular arms, trying to ignore the searing pain. A hot warmth trickled from her core and leaked onto the sheets beneath her, making her cringe as she tried her best to wriggle out of his arms.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Bruce said through heavy breaths. “What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” He fully unsheathed himself from her and gently brushed his fingertips through her folds, skirting dangerously close to where his cock had just been. “Is it here?”

Y/N jumped and pushed herself up to her elbows to try to scramble away from him further. “Don’t touch it! I think I’m bleeding.”

“Okay, okay,” Bruce said softly as he pulled the heavy duvet off of the two of them. “I’m sorry, just let me look at it.”

He turned the lamp on the nightstand brighter and gingerly placed his large palms on each of Y/N’s ankles to gently pull her legs back open again. Y/N cringed again and looked away as he eased her legs apart, her torn skin pulling and tugging.

“You’re definitely bleeding,” he said softly, as if he was trying to ease the pain with just his voice. “I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N said, her face still turned away from him as she reached into the drawer of the nightstand to grab a tissue and used it to dab at the cut. Her entire body jolted when the tissue touched her sensitive skin and she dropped it in frustration.

“Here, let me do it.” Bruce took the tissue from her and firmly pressed it to the tear, holding her still so she wouldn’t shake so much. 

He leaned forward to wipe away a tear that rolled down her hot cheek and gently kissed her forehead as he gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze. She could tell that whatever it was that had been bothering him before had completely vacated his mind, replaced with concern for her.

They were both quiet as Bruce continued to compress the bleeding, stroking her hot skin with his free hand to make sure that she was okay and safe. Y/N still couldn’t look at him but her tears slowly stopped as the pain dulled into a slow throbbing ache.

“Can I hold you?” he asked gently as he slid his hand up her thigh to snake his arm around her waist.

She nodded and let him gather her into his arms, the wound pulling as she was moved into his lap. Her eyes fluttered closed when she rested her head on his broad shoulder and felt him softly kiss the top of her head.

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” Bruce said, his voice soft and low in his chest as he stroked Y/N’s bare back.

“It’s fine,” she said into his skin, letting him soothe her tired body. “You didn’t mean to.”

“It’s not fine,” he said as he lay them both down on the mattress, Y/N still curled up in his arms. “I promised to never hurt you and I did. I got careless.”

Y/N didn’t have enough energy to scold him or argue with them, and let the conversation drift away as she wiped her remaining tears from her face and returned Bruce’s embrace. Her fingers drifted up and down his back, absentmindedly brushing against the scars as she fought to stay awake.

“Do you feel any better?” he asked gently after an extended silence. “Does it still hurt?”

“A little bit,” Y/N replied, squeezing her thighs together to gauge the pain. “Just a little sore.”

“Hopefully it’ll heal fast.” He brought his fingers up to stroke her face and let them trail down to her jaw so he could guide her face to his. “I really am sorry,” he said, his lips brushing against hers before he kissed her softly.

“Bruce, it’s okay,” Y/N said in between kisses. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

“And I promise it won’t happen again. But if it does, I’ll at least make sure you’re ready. I want you to feel good too.”

Y/N’s heart twisted for him. He was always such a generous lover, completely selfless, but she felt that he deserved moments to be selfish every once in a while. Just without hurting her and giving her a bad tear.

“Okay, apology accepted.”

“Good.” Bruce smiled at her softly and stood up from the bed with her still in his arms. “I think it’s time we got you into a hot bath.”

The hot water made Y/N wince slightly when it touched her wound, but once she was resting under the bubbles with Bruce close behind her, she almost forgot all about it. She loved that he always had that effect on her; no matter how hard a day she’d had, or how much her body hurt, something as simple as taking a bath with her husband was able to help her feel better.

Y/N sighed in content as she leaned back against Bruce’s chest, her head falling into his shoulder as he scooped the water into his hands and let it run over her shoulders. He kept his touches chaste, knowing that she would be out of commission for quite some time, massaging his shoulders and thighs, well away from where she was hurt.

“Something happened tonight, didn’t it?” she said after they were both quiet for a while. “Something bad.”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” Bruce murmured into her hair as he pulled her tighter to his chest. “It’s over now.”

“But you never come home like that unless something awful happens.” Y/N shuffled out of his arms and onto her knees to take his face in her hands, the water sloshing in the tub as she moved. “You wouldn’t have hurt me if it wasn’t nothing.”

“I don’t want you to worry,” Bruce said quietly as he took her hands away from his face. “You’ve already got enough on your plate.”

“Bruce, you just tore my vagina open. I think I can handle being told what happened.”

He laughed softly, just a short breath through his nose, but it made him smile nonetheless. Gently, he pulled her to sit on his lap, her head nestled in the crook of his neck as he stroked her back.

“Maybe later,” he said into her hair. “We’re focusing on you right now.”

“Promise you’ll tell me? While you’re being nice to me?”

“I promise. You just relax for now.”

With the way he was stroking her skin and holding her close to him, she couldn't do anything but relax. Even with a nasty tear in the most sensitive part of her body.

[eudaimaniacs]

cherry (old! logan howlett x female reader)

character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)

word count: 1.7k words

warning/s: full-on smut (minors, dni). loss of virginity and age gap

notes: i have a headache from swimming yesterday but still managed to finish this in a day (so it's not proofread). i have tons of requirements to do so i may do an occasional small imagine once in a while. anyways, enjoy!

You started dating Logan six months ago, and when the conversation about sex came up, you shamefully admitted that you're still a virgin. You didn't want to look like a little girl to the older man since you knew that he had dated and slept with numerous women in the past. When you let out those three words of truth, you expected him to break up with you. However, Logan smirked and remarked how he hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time.

So, it was a matter of waiting for you to lose your virginity to Logan.

You went to your close friends for sex advice. They weren't experienced with the topic but teased that you're going to fuck an old, attractive man. With a few good luck, you readied yourself for the day Logan will take your virginity. You didn't bother searching online since watching porn made you cringe. Additionally, the boys you dated were either clueless or too eager only fuck you. Logan wasn't like them; he cared and didn't date you because you were innocent and pretty.

One night, when you stayed at Logan's house, you decided to lose your virginity finally. You wore a white lace-trimmed tank top with black pajama shorts. You used the cherry lipgloss you bought for this occasion to make the night extra special. Logan donned the wifebeater tank top you loved. His salt-and-pepper hair and beard made him extra sexy, or maybe it was the age gap.

You two cuddled on the queen-sized bed you cleaned before this night. The softness of the pillows and the blankets didn't lessen your anxiety. With you touching his chest and Logan snaking his hand around your waist, you waited for the opportunity to bring up the conversation about sex again.

"Logan, honey? I have something to ask you," you whispered as you scratched his chin.

The older man hummed in agreement as he waited for your question.

Finding the right words, you blurted out, "Are you ready to have sex with me tonight?" With wide eyes and a beating heart, you hoped Logan wouldn't notice your nervousness.

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. Logan remarked, "I'm ready when you are, princess."

Your gaze softened as Logan agreed to have sex with you. However, it dawned on you that you didn't know how to start. Were you supposed to pleasure Logan first, or is he the one who should do it first? Should you take off your clothes when does it too? Who goes first? Who comes second? Your mind raced with the inexperience you didn't bother to fix.

"What's the matter, [Y/N]?" Logan noticed that you weren't taking action. You didn't want to admit you didn't know what to do. What if Logan wasn't attracted to your inexperience? What if he hated how awkward you are at initiating sex?

You took a deep breath before admitting to Logan, "I'm n-not too s-s-sure what to do, Logan. I tried to, you know, do my research about sex. S-so I'm sorry if I seem to be aw-"

Logan cut you off before finishing to tell him the truth. He sat up and rested on the headboard. The older man commanded you to take a seat on his lap. You quickly followed and rested your head on his chest. The beat of his heart assured you that Logan would be understanding about your anxiety about sex.

"It's okay, [Y/N]. You don't have to worry about having sex for the first time. I'm here to guide you. Remember when I told you how I hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time? I want your first time to be special, [Y/N]," Logan softly whispered as he caressed your back to relieve you.

You giggled and raised your head to kiss his neck gently. Logan chuckled at your sudden, playful attitude after assuring you everything would be okay. You pushed up your chest against his, and the older man seethed as he saw your breasts.

"Look at you now. You're now teasing me with your boobs. I thought you were nervous," Logan chuckled as he massaged your butt. You gave him a beck before replying, "Maybe you cast a spell on me, honey. I got a bit fired up with that sweet talk you did."

Logan lifted your chin and saw your glossy eyes accompanied by the cherry lipgloss. Your innocence, mixed with playfulness and the cute face and outfit you had, made Logan's heart race. He couldn't believe that you trusted him to be your first time. His rough, veiny hands caress your shoulder as he toys with the thin strap of your top. Your breath hitched up at the older man's soft and sensual action. You touched his chest to support yourself and felt your pussy wanting to be touched.

You slowly rubbed your clothed vagina on his black denim jeans as Logan went under your top to grope your breasts. You let out a shaky moan as you chased your high. Logan smirked as he saw your face contorting at the newfound pleasure.

"Let me do something, princess. Lay down for me," Logan grabbed your thighs, leading you to stop rubbing your pussy against his jeans. You were unsatisfied that he prevented you from chasing your climax. However, you were equally excited about what he would do next. You lay down on the bed as Logan told you and waited for his following action.

Logan kneeled at the end of the bed and asked, "May I take off your shorts, princess?" His rough hands caress the softness of your covered thighs. You slowly nodded, not wanting to keep Logan waiting for your response. He chuckled and reassured you that he would always be patient with you. You felt Logan sliding off your black pajama shorts, and you lifted your legs for him to take it off easier. The older man sucked his teeth as the sight of your lacy pink panties appeared.

Your heart was beating fast since you were one undergarment away from exposing your pussy. Logan pushed the fabric to the side and smelled your arousal. Sweet. He slowly circled your clit and licked your pussy to taste you. Logan moaned as he ate you; he wanted to do it fast as he had never tasted a virgin pussy before. However, knowing this was your first time, he took it slow. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of Logan's tongue pleasuring you. You grabbed the bedsheets and screamed his name.

As you felt your stomach twisting, Logan stopped and wiped his lips coated with your arousal. You curved your eyebrows in disappointment as Logan continued teasing you. You whined about how he should stop it and remarked that you wanted to orgasm badly. Logan grabbed the hem of your tank top, telling you to take them off. He fondled your breasts and kissed you.

Logan shushed you and whispered, "I'm only prepping you, princess. I'm now going to give you the real thing." He stood up and unbuckled his belt for his massive penis to escape. You gasped at the length of it. How is it going to fit you? You were both hungry and scared of the enormous cock staring at you.

"Don't worry, [Y/N]. I'll take it slow, and you tell me if I need to take it out. Got it, princess?" Logan stared at your lust-filled eyes, waiting for your approval. You whispered a soft yes as you braced yourself for his length to push in. Logan grabbed your hips as he slowly entered inside of you. Your eyes suddenly opened at the foreign sensation penetrating you.

You let out a few tears but remained strong as you didn't want to embarrass yourself by tapping out. Logan saw it and whispered, "[Y/N], are you okay? Do I need to take it out?"

You shook your head and responded, "I'm okay, Lo. I need to adjust a bit to your length." Logan heartily chuckled as he rested his head beside your neck. You hugged his back and waited for the pain to subside. Taking a deep breath, you let out a small moan, signaling Logan to pick up the pace.

Logan started to thrust slowly and made sure that you weren't crying because of the pain. He lifted himself and pounded you. You grabbed his chest as you felt the shape of his dick molding your pussy. You screamed his name and told him how good it felt. Logan saw your bouncing tits and squeezed them.

"Lo-Logan, please kiss me. P-please, I need you to kiss me," you panted as you grasped the sheets. Logan leaned in to passionately kiss you. He tasted the sweetness of cherry lipgloss and let his tongue in. You scratch his back as you feel your high coming.

"I'm a-about to-fuck. I'm cumming, Logan!" You screamed as the older man quickened his pace to reach his high, too. You cried out pleasure as you felt his dick growing inside of you.

Logan hungrily kissed your neck and groaned at the sensation of your tightness. He went wild as he sensed his orgasm chasing him. You grabbed his hair to brace yourself from the immense pleasure coming.

"Let go, princess. Fuck, I'm close too. Come on, princess. Cum for me," Logan moaned as he quickly pounded for the two of you to release. You felt a wave of pleasure crashing over you as Logan did one effective thrust. You screamed out his name as your legs went numb at the pleasure.

Logan stayed inside of you as he released his cum inside of you. He pulled out to see the sheets stained with blood and your once-virgin pussy leaking with his cum. The older man kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel at your dresser to clean you up.

"How was it, princess? Was it good?" Logan asked as he gently wiped your thighs. You sat and rested your head on the board to look at him better.

You giggled and replied, "That was the best, Logan. I couldn't have asked for anything better." He softly grinned and leaned in to give you a soft, deep kiss. Logan savored the sweet taste of the cherry lipgloss. You hummed as he continued kissing you. And as the night became darker, the two of you slept soundly as the imprint of your gloss and virginity marked Logan and his warm cum filling you.

eudaimaniacs - 2024

[demiec0re]

YEARN!

synopsis ; your boyfriend yearns for you whilst in the games. despite your firm no’s, you cave after seeing just how desperate he is

pairing ; park min-su x reader

warnings ; smut, nipple play, p*ssy eating, public s*x, pet names, c*m eating, let me know if there’s anything else guys!!

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the masked officers had just come in to announce the results of todays games. suspense filled the air as it was announced that 34 people had died. at this point you had become desensitised towards any game and just wanted to go to sleep. you had concluded that there’s no point in reacting anymore, there’ll always be more O’s than X’s. there was no point fighting it.

the pig that held suspended had stopped dispensing money and the guards bid the remaining players a good night from behind the black masks. the lights were turned off and you could finally cuddle up to your boyfriend who was your last strand of hope in here. so, you do what any hopeless girl would do, snuggle up to him as everyone makes their ways to the stiff mattresses.

in all fairness you knew what you were doing, but you weren't planning on giving it to him just like that, he had to work for it.

your even more timid than usual boyfriend is now moving backward slowly because of your '' innocent hip-bucking''. you just wanted to tease him, some innocent fun, right?

no.

this man now much to his shame needed you. the poor man just wanted to erase the day's events by catching some sleep and you were making him all pent up. so, he did what any man should do. ''baby, i need you'', he softly whispered in your ear. your eyes lit up, but you weren't gonna give in that easy. ''really baby? show me''. those magic words caused darkness to engulf your eyes. min-su obeyed, determined to get one thing, your pussy.

''please y/n, i need it. you don't even have to do anything, just need that pussy'' he whimpered in your ear, all morales out the window at this point. soon yours followed as he snaked his hang up your blood- stained shirt, reaching up for your now pebbled nipples. he kissed your exposed stomach, repeating the words. ''please''. now your whole ''beg for it'' demeanour had disappeared. you just needed him too.

you pulled your trousers down to your ankles as he continued to fondle your pillowy breasts. min-su then moved up to lick them, a low moan evaporating from your mouth. ''ngh , baby~ah!''. those big brown doe eyes looked up at you, shocked at how quickly he had unraveled you. ''eat me, su, i need it''. he listened to your command silently and abandoned your chest for your soaked heat.

he slithered his hand into your panties, gasping at the wetness of your folds and cunt, the layers of your fold practically sucking him in. you pushed his other hand up to your saliva-slicked nipple, encouraging him to carry on massaging them. you bucked your hips up into his palm, fingers hitting deeper into your gummy walls than before. this newfound spot he was hitting was pure ecstacy.

at this point, min-su was now straddling you, admiring the view below him in pure shock and pure lust. he felt like coming just from the sight alone. your messy hair, eyes wired shut and chest on display. all for him. you felt your high approaching as he flicked his finger up, tickling you g-spot.

you hastily grabbed his wrist, firm grip on him as you signal your coming. he reads this signal and takes it upon himself to replace his digits with his mouth. as soon as he moves down there, you harshly grip his dark locks which causes him to wince and moan, a sweet symphony to your ears. as he devours your folds like a starving man, you back your hips into his face, coming all over it with a heavy sigh.

he looks up at you with those same desperate eyes and begins licking up your release. every. last. drop. you feel as if he's licked your clean. he comes up for a kiss, which you grant to him. min-su takes his place next to you as if hes memorised it and strokes your hair.

''thank you, baby''

''you're welcome''

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this was for you @erwinsmithsmissingleftarm ;)

[little-diable]

Touch Starved - Charlie Swan (smut)

I watched Twilight this weekened and needed to write something for Daddy Charlie. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader is doing her internship at the station, but all she can focus on is her touch starved boss, Chief Swan

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, touch starved Charlie, reader knows what she wants, age gap, pwp

Pairing: Charlie Swan x fem!reader (2.2k words)

She had her eyes focused on him, watching the Chief scribble down some notes while she acted as if she was reading through her own. (Y/n) hadn’t managed to look down at them for the past minutes, not since they had arrived back at the station after their lunch break. All she could focus on was her boss, the handsome man she was aching for ever since she had started her internship at the station.

Charlie Swan was a kind man. He was a calm character (y/n) enjoyed spending time with, feeling like she could actually learn some things from him. But Charlie Swan was a distant man. He knew not to cross any invisible lines that would only get them into some struggles, even though she was fairly certain he felt the tension buzzing between them.

“What did they say again? Was it only one tire?” Charlie mumbled the words into her direction without lifting his gaze. She kept quiet, too lost in her thoughts about the man whose moustache she could feel between her thighs when her mind got too creative late at night. “(Y/n)?” 

“Sorry, uhm,” she had to blink a few times while looking down at her papers once again. “Yeah, one tire.”

Charlie kept looking at her for a few seconds, undoubtedly able to pick up on her nervousness that crept up her spine like a snake slithering along her limbs. He let go of a hum before refocusing on his work and giving her a few seconds to breathe. Her teeth ran along her lower lip, while she could only hope that the Chief wasn’t able to notice the heat clinging to her cheeks.

“Alright, the report is done, could you double check it before storing it?” Charlie rose from his seat, allowing (y/n)’s wandering eyes to move down his frame. She watched him move closer, making her pick up on the scent of his signature cologne as he placed his notes down on her desk. “How about some coffee, mhm?”

“That would be great, thank you, Chief.” She shot him a quick smile before having to avert her gaze.

“Charlie’s just fine, (y/n).”

…

It was late by the time she plopped down into the seat of Charlie’s car. Tiredness clung to her, nibbling on her limbs to bite itself further into her system. No words were shared between the two as Charlie started the car to drive her home like he did after every shift. 

Her eyes fell close before she could stop herself, drifting off while Charlie couldn’t help but allow a soft smile to spread on his lips. Even though he’d never voice it out loud, he revelled in her closeness, enjoying having her near even though he knew how wrong his thoughts about her were. She was too young. Filled with life that had already been drained out of his system. But something about her drew Charlie in, something he couldn’t shake whenever (y/n) was close. 

The car came to a halt in front of her house, but she was still fast asleep. For a second, all Charlie did was look at her, marvelling at her gorgeous face before he mumbled her name. She didn’t react, not as he used more strength to call her name, not as he carefully let his fingers dance along her warm cheek. 

With a sigh he got out of the seat to round the car, shifting (y/n) around to pick her up. She mumbled something against his chest, but Charlie was too focused on the feeling of having her pressed against him. He found her key in her bag before unlocking the door and stepping into the house he’d been in a few times before. 

His body was fully focused on the way (y/n) felt, the soft sounds she made, and how she didn’t seem to want to let go of him. Carefully he placed her down on her bed before taking off her shoes and throwing the blanket over her.

“Charlie,” she mumbled his name, making him freeze as he was just about to step out of the cozy bedroom. “Stay? Please?”

Charlie didn’t react, at least not for a few moments. His body began to move before his mind could pick up on what he was doing. He shuffled out of his uniform, wearing only his shirt and boxers, before he got into her bed. The second he laid down next to her, (y/n) cuddled herself against him while letting go of a relieved sigh. 

He was wide awake, mind racing as he began to understand what he had just done. He should have pulled away, should have redressed while cursing himself for crossing such a big line. But Charlie didn’t move, he couldn’t, not when he felt her close, not when he felt this comfortable, not when he felt settled for the first time in years.

…

“Morning,” the word rolled off her tongue. (Y/n) pressed herself further against Charlie who had his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her close. Charlie kept quiet, at least until she opened her eyes and looked at him with something he couldn’t pinpoint. He wasn’t used to feeling someone near like that, fully touch starved after keeping away from dating for the past years.

“I shouldn’t have stayed.” He mumbled the words as he loosened his grip on her. But (y/n) clung to him, not allowing Charlie to move further away from her as she reached for his guilt-drunken features with one warm hand, cupping his cheek to force his eyes back to her. 

“What are you so afraid of?” The words made him exhale deeply, eyes momentarily falling shut as (y/n) allowed herself to look at him some more. She couldn’t remember asking him to stay, but as she had woken up in the middle of the night to change into more comfortable clothes, she hadn’t been able to hide her grin. He had looked so peaceful, buried in her pillows as if he belonged right there with her. 

“This is wrong, (y/n). You’re too young, and I am your boss. I won’t take advantage of you like that.” His words made her smile, fully understanding where he was coming from. It would be a lie if she’d say she hadn’t thought about these things too, and yet they hadn’t worried her all that much as she was fully focused on Charlie and the calmness she felt whenever he was close. 

“Charlie,” (y/n) rasped out his name as she shuffled around, pressing him further against the mattress to straddle his waist. Dark eyes found hers, filled with a longing that set her insides on fire. His hands found her naked thighs, coming to a halt right below the edge of her sleepshirt, undoubtedly feeling her goosebumps rise on her skin. “You’re not taking advantage of me. I want you, have been since we met.”

“Sweetheart, this ain’t right.” She only shook her head at Charlie, not having any more of the protesting words that felt like punches to her gut.

“Tell me this, Chief, do you want me?” The growl ripping through Charlie was enough conformation, everything she needed to know. But (y/n) wouldn’t move, not before he’d voice out the longing that kept them both connected. 

“Of course I do, but you deserve better than this, (y/n). I come with a lot of history, stuff you shouldn’t have to worry about.” With her hands finding his broad chest, (y/n) dipped her head down to ghost her lips over his. Both held their breaths, focused on the tingling feeling keeping them connected, a deep sensation that buzzed through their veins like a drug.

“I want it all, Charlie, the whole package.” He kissed her then. A stormy kiss that was much more than she had expected. (Y/n) had known that Charlie had kept away from dating for the past years, undoubtedly touch starved, and yet he kissed her like a man on a mission, knowing what he wanted even though he should stay away from her. 

She deepened the kiss as she parted her lips, allowing a groan to rip through them both. Without breaking the kiss, (y/n) began to roll her hips, feeling him beneath her as they got lost in the kiss. It was a new sensation, something so sweet and yet it burned through her without being able to part from it.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you gotta be careful there.” Charlie’s moaned words made her chuckle against his lips. She didn’t want to be careful, didn’t want to hold back as her want for him only kept on growing. She pulled back for a moment, eyes wandering over his features, taking in the dark eyes, the slightly swollen lips, and the red cheeks – a sight so beautiful, (y/n) knew she’d never be able to let go of him again.

Without another warning, she pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her naked chest and her thin panties. His eyes shamelessly took in her frame, hands moving up her sides to cup her breasts. The sounds (y/n) made seemed to urge him on, allowing Charlie to touch her with more strength as he tugged on her nipples, only to draw some more moans out of (y/n). 

“Will you let me fuck you, Chief Swan?” Charlie’s hands stopped moving, dark eyes looking up at her as if she was a siren calling him to his death. He’d follow her into the stormy waves, one with the cold ocean turning into his grave. 

“Are you sure you want this, sweetheart? There is no going back after this.” She reached for her bedside drawer to fish for a condom, which she wordlessly opened with her teeth. It seemed to be confirmation enough for the man who could only groan as (y/n) freed his aching cock. 

A grin tugged on her lips, she stroked him a few times before rolling the condom down his cock with skilled movements. Charlie couldn’t speak another word as she sank down on him with a moan, feeling him buried deep inside of her. Both needed a few seconds to adjust as her walls fluttered around him, but while (y/n) focused on the feeling of being this close to him, Charlie thanked his lucky stars for being able to experience this again. 

She rolled her hips experimentally, trying to find a good rhythm with her hands still placed on his chest and her eyes focused on his features. Pleasure clung to his face, a sight so beautiful (y/n) could only hope this wouldn’t be the only time she’d get to see him like that. 

“C’mon, sweetheart, I got you.” He tightened his grasp on her waist as (y/n) began to fuck herself on him, using more speed for her movements. His fingertips dug themselves into her skin, high on the way she felt around him, a sensation so intense, Charlie feared he’d lose himself in it way too quickly. “Fuck, look at you, you’re doing so well for me.”

“God, Charlie, feels so good.” The words rolled off her tongue but (y/n) couldn’t spare them much attention. She was too focused on how perfectly their bodies fit together, too focused on the way she never wanted this moment to end while Charlie panted beneath her, drawn together like magnets made to fit. 

She threw her head back as he jerked his hips, meeting her movements to bury himself even deeper inside of her, all to draw the sweetest sounds from her parted lips. She was a sight for sore eyes, a sight so perfect, so raw, Charlie knew he’d never be able to look at other women again. 

“Touch me, Charlie, please.” He let go of a hum, following her call while his fingers found her pulsing bundle, set on making her cum before he’d let go. Both could feel that the edge was near, calling for them as they were only focused on one another. (Y/n) trembled on top of him, unable to stop her orgasm from clashing through her as Charlie followed her right down into the abyss. 

Both groaned against one another's lips, set on sharing a kiss as the intense sensation made them tremble. Neither of them spoke as they let the moment pass, heart to heart, lips to lips for a few more seconds until she pulled away to press herself against his side.

“You know that this wasn’t a one time thing right?” She combed through his dark hair before kissing him again, feeling him chuckle against her lips.

“As if I’d have the strength to pull away from you again, sweetheart.”

[deffonotsupposedtobehere]

𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏 (𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏)

Yandere! Batfam x F!Reader

Synopsis: No matter where you go... you're always—always—bumping into one of them.

Warnings: Implicit sexual content and scenarios, implied noncon, maybe ooc writing, kidnapping, extremely obsessive behaviour, isolation, manipulation, threat, mentions of stockholm syndrome, dead dove: do not eat

Disclaimer: Everyone is depicted as 18+. Your relationship with yandere batfam is ambiguous, but it is not platonic, at least, not in their eyes. This is a horror, not a romance.

You don't think you've ever felt your skin crawl as much as it does when those boys look at you.

The feeling is vivid, this coil of disgust that weaves between your bones and squeezes you tight enough to make you shudder.

It curls around you like a snake. Hissing and gliding and slithering through your ribs until it leaves you reeling back from all the slime, a wince barely able to describe the expression on your face.

But it's nothing compared to when they touch you.

"Y/N?"

They claim to be bats but it's only spiders you feel on your skin when Tim brushes his fingers against it.

"Are you alright?"

You don't bother to hide the way you flinch back, or ease the way your hand yanks out of his grasp.

"I'm fine."

Tim frowns, gaze falling down and stretched-out hand retreating to hold his other arm, gripping it like he would've done yours had you let him.

The sight is enough to make you feel green.

"Are—uh, are you sure?"

He starts playing with his sleeve as he asks you that, fiddles with it like he's some sort of nervous school boy speaking to his crush and not a fully grown adult who took part in your fucking kidnapping.

It's sickening.

"Yes," you hiss out through barely gritted teeth, "I'm sure."

Tim flinches back, Adam's apple rolling along his throat as his gaze flits to the side.

"Well, uh," he starts, tongue sweeping over dry lips, "In that case... you should probably head back inside. Everyone's worried. You've been out for awhile."

Inside... where the rest of them all are.

You take a moment to flick your eyes to the right, the familiar sight of a zoomed lens stuck on your form greeting you with a smile.

You don't want to go back inside.

Something liquid passes over your tongue and spills down your throat before you're taking a step forward and training your gaze onto the hoodie-wearing male before you.

"Do I have to?"

The effect is instant, Tim's gaze almost immediately glazing over as his lips part and his mouth somehow visibly goes dry.

"I—uh."

You give yourself a second to squeeze your eyes shut in brief disgust before taking another step forward and holding in a shudder when his breath hitches.

"Can't I just stay out here a little longer?"

He stares at you with blank eyes. But not blank enough.

Just a bit more.

"...With you?"

Bingo.

Tim's breath doesn't just hitch this time, it shudders, breaks up every second like there's something blocking it from leaving his mouth, like he's forgotten how to properly breathe.

His whole form is quivering and his legs look like they're a centimetre away from giving in, from collapsing until he's on his knees in front of you.

And then he is.

The cotton of your skirt scrunches up as he holds it with both hands, head tilted up and gaze swirling when he looks at you, all previous pretend normalcy gone like the fake persona that it was.

"Anything..." he breathes out, grip tightening over your thighs, "Anything... anything... please..."

This time, you can't hold back the way your expression contorts, the way your body leans back and your spine coils like a spring just waiting to jump away.

What he's pleading for, you don't even want to think about, all your previous willpower leaving you at once when he starts to press his lips right up against your hips, murmuring into your clothes with a breath hot enough to seep through them and into your skin.

"Off... get off of me!"

You almost fall in your struggle to get out of his grip, and something icky settles in your stomach when you register the wet patch on your clothes right where his lips were.

Fucking freak.

You don't even bother giving him a second glance as you run back into the manor, the wind pushing against that damn patch and making the skin underneath it feel abnormally cold compared to the rest of your body.

You're definitely changing your fucking clothes. Holy shit.

"Miss Y/N?"

Your ears perk up, the voice of their butler stiffening your spine.

"Are you alright?"

Your gaze hardens. Why does everyone keep asking you that?

You barely mutter out a response before you're pushing past him. He may not have taken part in your kidnapping himself, but he's still complicit in their fucked up little scheme.

And you aren't about to treat him any better than them.

You release a breath after a few steps, shoulders falling for just a brief second before rising again, tenser than before.

Goosebumps.

Someone's watching you. Demon spawn.

Your gaze falls to the right, and sure enough, there he is, cloaked in shadows just like his father.

His gaze is piercing. Unreadable. Every bit the expressionless ghost that he is.

He doesn't say a word. Usually never does. Just watches. Waits. For what, you don't know. But you usually don't stick around long enough to find out.

That's not changing today.

His gaze follows you as you walk, and you're squeezing your eyes shut again at the sound of his nose taking you in when you pass by him.

And just when you think you can get away with once again not saying a word to the usually quiet man, his grip on your arm renders you still.

"Beloved."

Something burns in your throat.

"Where are you headed?"

'Away from you.'

"To my room."

"Allow me to accompany you."

"I'll be fine on my own."

You attempt to tug your arm away.

"I insist." His grip tightens.

You stare at him. He stares back at you.

For a moment, everything stills, the world stopping to accommodate the both of you, drowning everyone else out until it's just the two of you.

Then, the water drains away.

"Demon brat. The hell are you doing?"

The grip on your arm loosens enough for a tug to free you, and you waste no time rushing to your room, catching a glimpse of dark hair paired with a broad frame before you're slamming your door shut and leaning against it with a chest heaving up and down.

But of course, you should've known that even your own damn room isn't safe from them.

"Hm, is this the gift I got you last summer?"

You still, eyes flying over to the figure by your dresser.

"I was wondering where it was." The oldest grins, your jewellery's glint practically reflecting off his white teeth with a wink. "How come you never wear it, babe?"

He's leaning on one arm, the other holding your gift high enough to catch the light of the sun that bleeds through your window as he looks at it like an artist admiring a painting. If said artist was a monster hiding behind a boyish smile, that is.

"Dick..." you breathe out his name, and squeeze your eyes shut at the way he licks his lips, "...get out of my room."

"Nah"—he lowers your necklace, grin wolfish—"I don't think I will."

The piece of jewellery meets your dresser with a soft clink before he takes a step towards you, and your eyes dart around the room for just the smallest opening.

He blocks your gaze.

"Tut tut tut"—Dick shakes his head, wagging a finger as his eyes glint with that sick sense of amusement of his—"is the little birdie trying to escape?"

Your jaw sets, almost biting your tongue had it not retreated further into your mouth in time.

"And here I thought I was your favourite."

You avert your gaze from his, trying your best to imagine you're anywhere but here, though apparently, he saw that coming.

His hands slam beside your head loud enough to make you flinch, and the rush of wind that accompanies his actions reminds you of Tim's earlier ones when the cold makes its way to your hips first, further solidifying that this, right here, is your reality.

Disgusting.

Your eyes squeeze shut.

Revolting.

Spiders crawl under your chin.

Nauseating.

"Mm. Hiding again, are we, pretty girl?" he purrs so close to your face.

You only gulp in response.

"Do I need to draw you out myself?"

His breath is on your neck now, lips ghosting over the exposed skin as you inwardly curse yourself for not wearing a turtleneck earlier today. For leaving your room at all really. Maybe if you hadn't spent so much time outside, they wouldn't be as antsy as they are now.

Fucking pieces of—

Your shoulders tense.

Tingles. Explosive, dangerous, horribly unpleasant tingles all over your neck. All around his lips.

You raise your hands, bracing yourself, but just before you can push at his chest—sob and beg and plead for him to go away and just leave you alone—a knock sounds at your door.

You feel the vibrations of his growl against your neck.

"What?"

The voice on the other side is muffled. "Uh, Mr Wayne wants you."

Dick pauses, head still buried in your neck, not reacting as though the longer he delays it, the longer he can stay here, nestled against you.

Like you'd ever let him.

You push at his chest, and he lets you, because he's letting you, pulling away with a groan before regarding you with one last look, intense and unwavering.

"Don't think this is over."

With that, you fling yourself off your door like it stung you, and he leaves the room briskly, sending a brief glare to the person right outside.

You release a sigh, gaze falling to your saviour.

"Uhm, Mr Wayne isn't actually calling him. I just figured that would keep him busy for a while."

The gaze of the most recently adopted son (though that was years back already) flits to the side, fingers playing with his collar.

Your lips quirk up. "Thank you, Duke."

He perks up. "It's uh, it's no problem, Y/N."

He stands there, awkwardly shuffling on his feet for a bit before you're letting out a sigh and following it up with a, "Do you... wanna come inside?"

His eyes widen at your invite, fingers freezing right where they were fiddling with his collar as he regards you with parted lips and an air of disbelief.

It is strange, you'll give him that, but your reason for it isn't anything noble. Having him in your room will likely deter the other, worse ones from entering in hopes of some sick one-on-one time with you.

Besides, you've seen no sign of him harbouring the same feelings for you as they do. At least, not to their intensity.

You'll kick him out if need be.

With a step back, you're nodding towards your room, and already, you make note of how his own steps seem all-too-eager as he follows you in.

Strike one.

You don't bother closing the door, not fully anyway, just enough to leave a visible gap so everyone can see exactly what you'd like them to, and stop reading your room as an open invitation to come harass you alone.

When you turn around, Duke is already staring back at you, lips parted and gaze distant, far, as though trapped in some sort of trance.

"Duke?"

He shakes his head, blinking his eyes wide open. "Oh, uh, sorry. I was just uh... thinking."

Strike two.

At this rate, he'll be out before even five minutes have passed.

"Do you... do you want anything?"

You raise a brow, watching the man rock on his heels.

"You're asking me if I want anything in my room?"

"Right, right. That was stupid."

Your lips quirk up, a dangerously fond thought crossing your mind before you halt it right in place and steel your expression again.

You didn't think this through. You did not think this through at all.

You're not supposed to have thought that was cute. Why did you think that was cute?

He kidnapped you. He and his brothers—they all kidnapped you.

Strike three.

"Out..."

Your words come out quiet, a whisper in the wind, a barely-heard current over hail.

"Huh?"

"Get out."

Duke takes a step back, blinking with those stupid fucking wide eyes of his that he just can't seem to stop regarding you with. But even still, he makes no further indication of leaving.

Is he deaf or something?

"Get. out!"

The man flinches at your tone, though unlike before, he actually starts towards the door. But not without throwing one last glance at you over his shoulder, brows scrunched and eyes swirling with that same look they all take on when they pretend to care.

The one they give you before all the brothers know about your outburst.

The door shuts with a click.

Your hips feel cold.

Spiders crawl all over your skin.

And before you know it, you're curled up on your bed, lower half covered by nothing but your underwear, and skirt laying discarded in the corner of your room.

A knock.

"Princess?"

You pull your knees closer to your chest.

"I'm coming in."

Why even bother with a warning?

The bed dips with a weight.

"You alright?"

'No.'

You purse your lips.

"'Ts okay. Everything's gonna be okay."

His hand, calloused and familiar and full of just as many spiders as all his other brothers', presses flat against your bare thigh.

"I'm here to make it all go away."

He pulls, gentle, but firm enough to unravel you, like a gift carefully being opened.

"You'll feel so good."

The bed dips even further.

"Promise."

And the last thing you see before all your fight gives way—

—is Jason's face smiling down at you.

[pedroscurls]

forever, with you (one-shot)

summary: you tell joel how you really feel... during karaoke night at the tipsy bison. and to your surprise, he does the same.

pairing: jackson!joel x fem!reader content warning(s): EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ ONLY, MDNI) established relationship, alcohol consumption, joel is singing y'all (i think that's the only way he knows how to express his emotions), joel lives!!!, grinding, heavy make-out session, groping and hair pulling (both from reader and joel), cowgirl, unprotected piv, creampie, dirty talk, no use of y/n. word count: 4k a/n: so sad that there's no more tlou and no more joel, so the only way to fix that is to write ;) anyway, i've been listening to a lot of country music lately and every time i do, joel's always on my mind lol. these two songs came on and this idea just couldn't leave my head. so please enjoy and if you like it, leave a comment - it really does make my day <3 (also the song in case you didn't know will forever be the song that reminds me of joel bc it just fits him so well.) fyi - this isn't proofread, just wrote this in like 2 hours and wanted to post it lol songs: how do i live by leann rimes | in case you didn't know by brett young

“When are you gonna sing for me?” you ask him, batting your eyelashes up at him as he’s leaning against the counter of the kitchen island with a mug of coffee. 

“I don’t sing,” he answers, bringing the mug to his lips. Joel moves his gaze to you and lets the corner of his lips lift upwards at the sight of you. He loved his mornings, especially since you had moved in. It was easier to fall asleep with you next to him and he loved waking up every morning with your body curled against his own. 

“Liar,” you pout. “Ellie told me that you wanted to be a singer when you were younger.” 

“Doesn’t mean that I can sing.” He sets his mug down and then moves an arm to wrap around your waist, pulling you between him and the kitchen island. Joel smiles when he feels your arms snake around his neck, lacing your fingers at the nape of his neck. 

“But you play guitar,” you answer. “You’ve got this whole cowboy vibe going on and—”

“Baby,” he chuckles. “Just because m’from Texas don’t make me a cowboy.” 

“Are you saying you don’t identify as a cowboy?” 

“Well, no, I ain’t sayin’ that.” 

“Ah, so you do think of yourself as a cowboy?” 

“Okay, enough of that,” Joel says, leaning down to press his lips along your neck. He hears you giggle quietly, wrapping your arms tighter around him. 

“There’s a song I heard the other day… Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” You grin mischievously. 

Joel pulls back to look down at you, eyes darkening at your implication. “Don’t start, baby. I gotta be on patrol in ten minutes.” 

“How about tonight then? Can you save me a ride?” You wink, moving a hand to cup his cheek. You brush the pad of your thumb across his facial hair, biting your lower lip. 

“Tease,” he growls. “I’ll save you a ride as long as we skip karaoke night.”

“No,” you shake your head. “We’re going to karaoke night and then I’ll ride you, cowboy. Sound like a deal?” 

Joel narrows his eyes and moves a hand down to squeeze your ass, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. “Fine, but I ain’t singin’.” 

You move your hands to his chest and grip the lapels of his jacket. You pull him flush against you. “Deal. Now, you gonna give me a kiss before you go or just grab my ass—”

“You are feisty this morning, baby.” Joel chuckles, leaning in to press his lips firmly against your own. He wastes no time in moving his lips with your own, feeling your fingers card through his hair. He lets out a low groan when he feels you tug on his lower lip, pulling away slowly to look down at you. “Okay, gonna have to stop or else I’m gonna miss my shift.” 

“Yes, sir,” you tease, gently pushing against his chest to give yourself some distance. “I’ll see you later, cowboy.” 

Joel nods, leaning back in to peck your lips. Neither of you had been able to say those three words—both afraid that admitting what you both already feel will somehow make things more difficult, more scary. You both had lost people that you loved and cared about, and neither of you can ever fathom losing each other. 

“See you, baby.”

Later that night, you’re leaning against Joel—laughter echoing the Tipsy Bison with other patrons. You’re both sitting at a table with Tommy and Maria, Ellie and Dina, and Benjamin sitting on his mother’s lap. Joel smiles to himself, keeping his arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders as he looks around—contentment and peace overcoming him. 

You’re nursing your second glass of wine and Joel stares down at you, getting lost in the sound of your laughter and the way your smile meets your eyes. He never thought he’d ever get another chance at this—at having a family—especially not in this world where it seemed to take everything from him. 

Joel leans in and presses a soft kiss to your temple and it causes you to look up at him with a smile that only seems to be reserved for him. His hand brushes along the back of your shoulder as you snuggle up close to him. 

“Hi, cowboy,” you whisper. 

“Hey, baby. You havin’ fun?”

You nod, moving your hands to rest over his lap. “I’m gonna sing.”

“You’re what?” 

“Alright, who’s next?!” Someone exclaims, holding the microphone in the air. Joel looks down at you, eyes slightly wide and his head shaking already. You stand up and raise your arm in the air, grinning down at Joel who looks visibly shocked and concerned. 

“Baby, what are you doin’?”

“I told you—I’m gonna sing.” You walk over to the front stage and take the microphone, swaying slightly on your feet as you point at Joel. “This song… It’s dedicated to my man over there.” 

The entire table hollers and cheers, causing Joel’s cheek to heat up as he clears his throat uncomfortably. Everyone’s looking at him now, but he can’t take his eyes off of you. My man—a sense of pride pools in the pit of his stomach as you announce to possibly the entire town who you belong to and the corner of his lips lift upwards. 

Tommy and Ellie look over in his direction, grinning to themselves at the look on Joel’s face. He shifts in his seat when the music starts to play—How Do I Live by LeAnn Rimes—he knows that song anywhere and he feels his breath catch in his throat. He doesn’t know if you can sing, but that doesn’t matter. The words of the song—the meaning behind it—shakes him and has the tips of his fingers itching to reach out for you. 

Because yes, he loves you too. 

So fucking much that it scares him. 

Just as much as it scares you.

“Joel, baby,” you begin, your voice echoing throughout the entire Tipsy Bison. “I just want you to know that I love you. Have loved you… and will always love you. So, this is for you.”

You grip the microphone—liquid courage coursing through your veins. All you can see is Joel and everyone else just fades into the background. You just told this man that you loved him for the first time in front of the entire town and it terrifies you—what that means now—and the possibility of ever losing him.

How do I Get through one night without you If I had to live without you What kind of life would that be?

Joel’s brows shoot upwards at the sound of your voice filtering the entire room. You can sing and it just makes his heart beat even faster. He feels Ellie gently wrap a hand on his shoulder and he brings his own hand to rest over it. Momentarily glancing away from you and to the younger girl, he smiles—truly smiles—and Ellie whispers. 

“Holy fuck, she can sing.” 

“M’surprised too,” he answers. 

“Now you have to sing too.” 

Joel bites the inside of his cheek and shrugs, pulling his eyes away from Ellie to look back at you as you continue singing. Your eyes never leave him and he can see the way it glistens with unshed tears. 

How do I live without you? I want to know How do I breathe without you if you ever go? How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live?

You slowly walk over to him and Joel straightens up in his seat. His eyes move along your frame and once you’re close enough, he reaches out for your hand and you take it without hesitation. Slowly moving to sit on his lap, arm draping over his shoulder, you continue to sing as you stare directly into his eyes.

Without you, there'd be no sun in my sky There would be no love in my life There'd be no world left for me

Joel’s arm wraps around your waist as he keeps his eyes focused solely on yours. He wasn’t usually the type of person who liked to publicly display any kind of affection, but right now, he doesn’t care. He’s fueled by those three words that have since echoed in his mind—you love him too. 

Please, tell me, baby How do I go on if you ever leave? Baby, you would take away everything, I need you with me Baby, don't you know that you're everything good in my life? And tell me now

He reaches up with his free hand to cup your cheek as a fallen tear slides down your cheek and hits his thumb. Joel nods in understanding as he stares into your eyes—he knows you’re scared too, knows now what this means. The fear of losing you to this world—it scares him too. 

How do I live without you? I want to know How do I breathe without you if you ever go How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, how do I, oh, how do I live? How do I live without you? How do I live without you, baby? How do I live?

The song slowly comes to an end as you lower the microphone to wrap both arms around him, burying your face against the crook of his neck. Joel smiles to himself and holds you tightly to him, hand slowly rubbing your back as the microphone is taken from you. 

“Well, that’s gonna be hard to top,” someone says with a quiet chuckle, speaking into the microphone. “You’re one lucky sonofabitch, Joel.” 

Joel nods in his direction before he gently pulls back to look at you, hand still cupping your cheek. “That was one surprise,” he whispers. Everyone else’s attention diverts away from the two of you once another person begins singing. 

“I blame it on that second glass of wine,” you smile nervously. “And you don’t have to say it back. I just—”

Joel interrupts you by leaning in to press his lips softly against yours. “You amaze me, y’know that?” he mumbles, pulling away slowly. 

“Why didn’t you tell us you could sing?!” Ellie exclaims and you climb off Joel’s lap to sit back in your seat next to him. She’s grinning at you, arm draped over the back of Dina’s chair. “Now you and Joel definitely need to start a band.”

“Well, he doesn’t sing,” you tease, leaning back against him. “At least that’s what he tells me.”

“He’s lying. He sang for me once.” 

“Ellie—” Joel begins.

“Oh, he did?” you ask, brow arching. “Was he any good?” 

“You know, he didn’t sound like shit.” Both you and Ellie erupt into a fit of giggles and Joel can’t help but smile to himself. Despite him being the main center of the teasing, he didn’t mind. You and Ellie had always gotten along and having you move in with them just made everything feel complete—like you had been the missing puzzle piece in both of their lives. 

“He used to sing all the time,” Tommy chimes in, grinning over at Joel. “He always had a guitar draped around him, singing songs he’s made up… All the girls loved it. Ain’t that right, big brother?” 

Joel rolls his eyes as he brings the glass of beer to his lips and takes a long swig. “That was a long time ago.” 

“So, what I’m hearing is that you’ve sung for other girls, but you can’t sing for me?” you tease, biting your lower lip. 

“Ain’t like that,” Joel answers. 

“And why’s that?” 

“Because he loves you,” Tommy and Ellie say simultaneously. “Those girls—he just wanted to sleep with ‘em. But you… Well, you’re different,” Tommy adds. 

You grin broadly, staring up at Joel who won’t meet your eyes. You lean up and gently kiss his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder. You finish your glass of wine and Joel finishes his beer. He kisses the crown of your head and stands up from the table, pointing at the drinks. 

“I’ll get us all a refill.” Joel squeezes your shoulder and disappears into the crowd to walk towards the bar. He glances over his shoulder to see your attention focused on Dina and Ellie, laughing to yourself as he feels a pang in his chest. He knows he has to sing and there’s a lingering nervousness that sits in his belly. Joel walks over to the emcee of the event and whispers into his ear, the younger man grinning and nodding. 

After a few minutes, the music stops abruptly and the lights dim until it shines only on the front stage. With a shaky breath, Joel steps onto the stage and takes a seat at the stool, reaching for the guitar as he looks down at it. This was his comfort zone—playing guitar and singing. 

“Oh shit, it’s Joel,” Ellie whispers. 

Your eyes widen and you look over at the stage, the light illuminating his presence as he adjusts the microphone in front of him. Then, he speaks into it.

“Guess I can’t have my girl showin’ me up,” he says with a quiet chuckle, his voice filtering the room. “So, baby, this is for you. I know it ain’t easy loving me, but I thank God every day that you do.” Joel begins plucking the strings on the guitar expertly, a small smile lining his lips. “And I just—I want you to know I love you, baby. More than you’ll ever know. You and Ellie—you saved me.” 

Joel leans back and away from the microphone to take a deep breath, his fingers moving along the guitar as he glances down to watch what he’s doing. You glance over at Ellie who’s grinning so broadly as she reaches for your hand and you squeeze it tightly. Tears sting your eyes as you watch him, his singing voice now echoing the entirety of the Tipsy Bison. 

I can't count the times I almost said what's on my mind But I didn't And just the other day I wrote down all the things I'd say But I couldn't I just couldn't Baby I know that you've been wondering Mmm, so here goes nothing

Joel then looks up to lock eyes with you. His lips lift upwards as he continues to play the guitar, continues to sing. Everything else around him but you fades into the background and all he can see is you.

In case you didn't know Baby I'm crazy bout you And I would be lying if I said That I could live this life without you Even though I don't tell you all the time You had my heart a long long time ago In case you didn't know

Joel doesn’t look away from you. The smile that lines his lips remains, his dimple on his right cheek appearing almost instantly. He’s overcome with so much emotion and he wants so badly just to take you away from here and back home to give you the love and care you deserve. 

All of the things that I've been feeling Mmm, it's time you hear em You've got all of me I belong to you Yeah, you're my everything

Joel continues singing as he now sheds a couple of tears. He continues to pluck the strings of the guitar until the end of the song and the lights turn back on. Everyone in the Tipsy Bison stands up and claps as he sets the guitar back on its stand, his ears and cheeks burning up at the sight of praise everyone in the town is giving him. 

He pockets his hands into his jacket as he steps off the stage and walks directly towards you. You stand from the chair and meet him half way, arms immediately snaking around his neck as Joel pulls his hands out of his pockets to rest on your waist. You stand on your toes and peck his lips, hands running through the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“I love you, baby,” Joel whispers. 

“Take me home?” you ask quietly, holding him close to you. 

“Yeah, let’s go home. I did promise you a ride,” he smirks. 

Both you and Joel don’t get home until an hour later—not wanting to look suspicious amongst the rest of the group. The lingering touches, the soft kisses in between… Joel needed you just as badly as you needed him. Ellie had told the both of you that she would be spending the night at Dina’s, giving you and Joel much needed uninterrupted time. 

The moment you both walk inside, Joel pulls you to him, arms snaking around your waist as he lowers his head to press his lips firmly against your own. You whimper against his lips, feeling him walk you further back to the couch until the back of your knees hit the soft cushions. Pulling away from him briefly, you look up at him and turn him around, hands pressing firmly on his chest as you push gently. 

Joel falls back against the couch with a quiet grunt, legs spreading wide as his hand reaches for your own. Gently tugging you down, you straddle his hips and wrap your arms loosely around his shoulders. 

“So, you love me, huh?” you tease, rolling your hips against his own as you brush your lips against his. 

“Yeah, baby,” Joel grunts. “I love you… so fuckin’ much.” 

You grin, fingers carding through his hair as you feel his hardened bulge beneath you. A quiet moan escapes you as you close your eyes. “I love you too, Joel.” 

He growls at that and brings one hand to your hair, pulling you against him as his lips crash against your own. Joel moves his lips urgently against your own—messy and rushed, desperate and fueled by need, by relief that you feel the same way he does. His other hand rests on your hip, gripping it tightly as he darts his tongue out to flick against the roof of your mouth. You gasp and feel his tongue slide past your lips, tangling it with your own. 

You reach down to bunch up your skirt to your waist, the wetness pooling between your legs and staining your panties. You brush your clothed sex against the fabric of his jeans, his bulge hard and prominent underneath you. He growls and moves the hand from your hip to your ass, squeezing it tightly into his palm as he urges you to rub against him faster… harder. 

You pull on his hair, causing his lips to pull away from yours as you stare at him. Dark eyes filled with lust stare right back at you as you tug on his hair again, causing him to tilt his head back, exposing the length of his neck down to his chest. You let out a quiet groan, leaning in to brush your lips across his jawline and down to his neck. Joel’s eyes flutter as he keeps his hand entangled in your hair, feeling your teeth graze his skin. 

“Fuck,” Joel whimpers. “Gonna cream my fuckin’ pants if you don’t take me out right now and sit on it,” he growls. 

A loud gasp escapes your lips as you gently bite down on the side of his neck, wrapping your lips around the mark and sucking roughly. He bucks his hips into your own and tightens his grip around your hair to pull you back and away from him. He stares up at you, licking his lower lip hungrily. Joel feels you move back against his knees, giving you enough space to reach down and undo the button and zipper on his jeans. He lets out a sigh of relief when you lift yourself enough for him to push down his jeans and boxers to his ankles. 

You clear your throat at the sight of him—so hard, so girthy, leaking already with precome. 

“You wanted to ride a cowboy?” Joel whispers lowly. “Then take me for a ride, baby.” He reaches down and pushes your panties to the side, running the tip of his finger along the length of your sex. He growls to himself, a smirk lining his lips at the feel of your wetness. “Oh, baby—I’m gonna slide right on in, ain’t I?” 

You nod, lifting your hips and taking a hold of his length. You stare deeply into his eyes as you brush the head of his member against your sex, eyes fluttering at the feel of him brushing against your opening. “J—Joel…” 

“I got you, baby,” Joel nods, hands placed on your hips as he slowly lowers you onto him. 

Once he breaches your opening—the fat tip of his length sliding into your tight, wet heat—your eyes flutter, forcing your eyes to remain open. “I love you,” you whisper breathlessly, slamming your hips down firmly against his own as he fills you to the brim. Your hands move to his chest, gripping the fabric of his flannel as you stare into his eyes. 

“T—This might be my new favorite position,” Joel groans as you begin to lift your hips only to slide back down onto him. His hands move to your ass, gripping each cheek tightly in each hand as he guides you along his length. “Fuck, look at you…” 

You lean forward—forearms resting on his chest as you begin to bounce along his length. Every time you come down, he feels deeper and bigger. You can feel how wet you are, how easy it is to move up and down his girthy manhood. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your ass as he tilts his head back against the couch, your breasts bouncing from beneath the fabric of your fitted white t-shirt. As you slam yourself down onto him, you feel the hair at his base brush against your clit. Yearning for more friction, you lean back and rest one hand on his chest and the other on his knee as your hips roll forward and backward. 

“Oh f—fuck,” Joel growls, eyes staring at your movements. He can feel the pit of his stomach tighten as your walls tremble against his throbbing length. “That’s it, baby… Fuckin’ use me…” 

“Joel!” you moan loudly, the feeling of being so full of him as his hair at his base tickles your clit repeatedly bringing you closer and closer to the edge of release. Your eyes fall shut as the hold on his flannel tightens. “Oh god, baby… I—I’m gonna—”

Joel growls lowly and sits upright, leaning forward as his arms wrap around your waist. He keeps you firmly held against him as he pushes his hips forward once you roll your hips into him, the tip of his length hitting your cervix just right. You release his hold on his knee and flannel, wrapping your arms around his shoulders tightly as your body shakes with the orgasm that overtakes you. You can feel your arousal dripping onto him and he reaches down to lift your hips just slightly to give him enough room to piston his hips into you. 

“Fuck, baby…” Joel groans, burying his face against your chest as the sound of his balls slapping against you once he thrusts repeatedly into you echoes throughout the entire house. “You feel so fuckin’ good—like you were made for me… This pussy—it’s fuckin’ mine.” 

Joel feels your breasts bounce against his face as he slams your hips down firmly onto his lap in time with his thrust upwards. You can feel his come paint your walls, filling you warmly as he shudders against you. He rolls your hips forward and backward slowly, panting heavily against your chest. You keep a tight hold on his shoulders, hands playing with his curls at the back of his head as you breathe heavily—body still sensitive and trembling. 

Joel slowly ceases your movements and pulls back to look up at you—a dazed and truly fucked look on your face with a small smile lining your lips. 

“I think I like riding you,” you whisper, leaning in to peck his lips. 

“I think I like you ridin’ me too,” he agrees as his hand comes up to rest on your cheek. 

“I love you, Joel,” you say quietly. 

“I love you too, baby,” he answers without hesitation. “Forever sounds really good with you,” Joel admits. 

“Yeah,” you smile. “Yeah, it does.”