#it was TIME he locked that shit down fr

[breedabletrait]

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[crownrots]

me now that the season is over and i can fully process everything:

[fckmebarnes]

give it to me

alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

18+ smut! minors DNI! p in v, cunninglings (r) bucky humps the couch in desperate need. slight scenting. light choking. daddy title. cockwarming. claiming. multiple orgasm (r). breeding kink.

hii! look at these two . bucky & bellflower <3 i hope you guys liked this! this is Not Proof read & also not sure about word count but it’s long and filthy! (think this is my first fr fr fic) asks are always open for these two! enjoy!!!

he had an exceptionally long fucking day at work, not anything he really wanted to share — it was stupid. he just needed to let off steam, take his frustrations out on something.

and that something just so happened to be you.

after a long day of work, walking into the house to see you there, on the couch snuggled up with a good book and a blanket covering your frame — he felt all the stresses of the day start to roll off his shoulders and right back out the door.

living together without being mated as alpha and omega was hard, but it wasn’t impossible, everyday bucky was so thankful and grateful you agreed to move in with him, knowing that he would be able to keep better track of you.

“buck!” you exclaimed, sitting up and seeing your alpha shrug off his jacket, before hanging it up on the rack right next to the front door. he smiled at his name falling from your lips, toeing off his boots before making his way over to you.

your arms were outstretched for him, his scent invading your mind as he gets closer. you could tell he was grumpy with the way that little line in his brown increased. you frowned as soon as he got toe with the couch before collapsing into your arms, wrapping your arms around his neck

he nuzzles his nose into your neck, inhaling your perfect scent of vanilla, lavender, smoke wood and a hint of weed. he smiles against your skin, rubbing his face gently back and forth, making you giggle from the sensation of his stubble. “i missed you, bellflower.”

your cheeks heat at the nickname as you hear it, feeling him let out a long exhale. “what’s wrong?” you ask softly, one hand coming to his hand and running your fingers through the thick, curly locks while your other hand rubs soothing circles on his back

he grumbles, making you chuckle softly. you knew he moods could go sour. he job as a lawyer was rough, always dealing with shitty clients who thought they were so much better than him, even though he was the one to represent them

he shakes his head into your neck, his hands coming to run up and down the sides of your body slowly over the blanket. “just stupid shit at work.” he confesses against your skin, nipping at it softly with his teeth.

“wanna talk about it?” he doesn’t respond, only continues to lightly nip the sensitive spot on your neck, the one that was still unmarked and unclaimed by your alpha on top of you. he shakes his head, pressing further into you if that was somehow possible.

“no, just need a distraction.” you let out a sigh, nodding even if he couldn’t see you. as he lays there, you really take note of his scent.

yes, he’s frustrated so that explained the underlying sour smell coming from him. he smelled more of cow time oranges, bergamot, cinnamon and his signature scent of musk that you fell in love with the first moment you met him.

he didn’t need to know all that though.

“what can i do to help you?” you asked softly, running your hand still through his hair. his head looks up a little at you, as he takes his right hand from your hip, taking the hand in your hair and bringing it to his mouth. he kisses your knuckles gently before down your arm, dropping it gently on the couch and trailing kisses over your collarbones.

“just let me have you, my way. please?” his voice is low against you, stubble dragging on your skin leaving soft red lines in its wake. you felt yourself shiver as you nod, letting him sit up and discarding the blanket that was covering you, to reveal your body to him.

“my beautiful bellflower.” he murmurs lowly, his eyes drinkin in the sight of you. you weren’t wearing much — just a pair of his boxers and his sleep shirt. but it was still enough to make his cock stir and throb in his own boxers. he licks his lips, eyes traveling down your chest, stopping to soak in your hard, pebbles nipples rubbing softly against his t-shirt

he parts your legs, kneeling into the couch facing you as he wraps your legs around his waist. you were both so lucky you owned a big L shaped couch, just so he could do cunninglings to you like this.

your chest heaves softly as you watch his movements, his hands slipping under your shirt and cupping your breasts in his hands — the differentiating temperature of cold and hot fingers pinching your pert nipples making you moan softly.

he smiles to himself, loving how with just the softest touch like this, he can have you singing the loveliest of songs just for him.

it makes him desire you more.

his cock throbbing in his boxers, reminding him that he still needed to feel your cunt wrapped around his knot. he needed to feel the squeeze of your pussy keeping him inside you, being able to feel all of him.

not yet, he decides. needing to taste your sweet pussy before he can give his cock a feel of you.

as he kisses down your body, he shuffles his own down the length of the couch, his cock snug against the plush pillows and feeling it throb at the sensitivity and pressure. his face comes center to your clothed core, a small little wet spot shown at the center of your boxers

“oh? eager, are we?” his eyes look hungrily at you before flickering back to your clothed cunt, resting in his elbows as he pulls your boxers down and you help him shimming out of them

you gasp as the cool air hits your wet cunt, a dark smile on his lips as his eyes never leave your pussy. “this all for me, bellflower?” he doesn’t even need to lean in to smell your arousal, the way it comes off of your skin and body as your hole clenches around absolutely nothing.

“buck..” you let out a soft whine, your head hitting one of the pillows as you look down at him, book now discarded to the side. the soft glow of the lamp on the side table made bucky’s face illuminate.

it was so sickening really, how someone as ethereal and handsome as him could look. added with being in between your legs.

this was your alpha?

you let out a bated breath as he licks a small kitten lick around your clit, closing his eyes, he buries his nose into your bush and inhales your musky scent, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“fuck, baby…you smell so good.” he buries hide nose a bit deeper into your bush, before those bright blue eyes open and look right up at you. “let’s see if you taste just as sweet, lil omega.”

his tongue licked a fat stripe up from your weeping hole right to your clit, a moan leaving bucky’s lips as he your slick explodes on his taste buds. the tip of his tongue swirled around your swollen clit, your hands finding purchase in his brown locks as he wraps his lips gently around your clit, sucking on it.

“oh…fuck, yes…” you feel him grin against your cunt, the stubble of his beard rubbing deliciously on the soft skin of the inside of your thighs. his lips stay sucking your clit for a second, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread

he lets go of your clit with a wet, salacious ‘pop’, licking his lips clean from your arousal. “oh, little omega. you taste even better than i imagined…” you let out a soft breath as he dives back into your cunt, his tongue going to your weeping hole.

“oh…!”’you tug his hair in surprise, feeling his tongue work its way around your folds, your entrance that’s clenching around nothing, and that swollen puffy clit if you’re he loves scraping his teeth gently against — before sucking on it.

his metal hand legs go of your thigh, his pointer finger coming over to your entrance and teasing around it, slick running down his finger. “tell me what you need, baby.” you whimper under him, breathing quickening in anticipation.

your nerves were set ablaze with each gentle touch of his. you could barely take in everything around you, the stimuli almost overwhelming. all you wanted was to feel him fill you up, make you his.

“you, please i-“ you let out a soft groan as he dips his pointer finger inside your hole, eyes never leaving your gaze — watching every flicker facial expression of yours. drinking you in.

“please, what? this what you need, baby? my fingers? or do you need something more?” you let out a soft whine as you bit your lip, nodding. you weren’t sure which you were nodding to, your body on edge with needing his touch as you stared up at the ceiling, your body begging.

“please daddy,” you breathed out in a soft moan, bucking your hips as you felt a second finger slip easily in, the cool metal making your cunt flutter from the stark contrast in temperature. “need you to fuck me, however you want…” your eyes flickered back down to his, those stormy blue eyes making your stomach flip.

his cock throbbed as you looked at him with desire and need, the ache feeling worse as he ruts his hips into the pillows. “good girl, baby. using your words for daddy.” his praise sends a shiver down your spine, a whimper escaping your throat.

“shh,” he groans softly as his hips move slowly against the pillows. you catch it, your cunt fluttering at the sight of bucky rutting into the couch like it was your pussy. he groaned softly, your eyes meeting his again.

“you like watching me like this, baby? your alpha all needy and fucked out for you and i havent even taken out my cock.” you moan at his dirty words, his fingers thrusting into you at a slow and agonizing pace, scissoring and curling to stretch you out perfectly for him

it’s not like you needed too much scissoring of his fingers, your cunt was so soaked it made his metal hand shine in the dim light. your hips bucked with his thrusts, whines and whimpers escaping your lips as you felt your stomach tightening, your orgasm approaching and fast

“there’s a good girl, you gonna cum on daddy’s fingers baby?” you nod, whimper as your hips buck into his thrusts, the palm of his hand pushing against your clit.

“fuck, yes… ‘m gonna cum, please…” you let out a moan, his eyes darkening further as you beg him for your release. as much as he loves holding it back for you, denying you of that orgasm — he needed nothing more to feel his cock in your cunt and swallowing his knot

“cum for me, doll. show me how good daddy makes you feel.” you moaned, cunt tightening as you gushed around his hand, hands lazily leaving his hair as you gripped the couch cushion next to you. your body was on fire, each nerve ending singing with pleasure as he fucks tou through your orgasm.

your hips jolt as you feel his mouth back on you, his fingers still fucking your cunt slowly as he cleans up a little, moaning how good you taste on his tongue. he slips his metal fingers out of your pussy, sitting up enough to lean over your frame, and push his two cum covered metal fingers past your lips and into your mouth

a moan slips past your lips as you taste yourself on your tongue, his metal fingers warm from fucking your wet pussy. you swirl your tongue around the digits, cleaning them as best you could. but truthfully, bucky did not give a shit how clean they would get

he couldn’t stop imagining that it was his cock instead of his fingers in your mouth while rutting his hips into the couch. your tongue swirling the tip of his swollen tip cleaning the mess off. how he’d drive your throat deeper onto him, your nose brushing against his thick knot.

“fuck. i need you.” he growls deeply, taking his fingers from your lips and cunt and pushing himself to sit up, before he discards his own pants and shirt himself.

his dog tags clink against his bare chest, a light dusting of chest hair. he was handsome, those big, broad and beefy shoulders taking up some of the low lighting, making him bigger.

your cunt throbbed at the sight of him and him alone.

his cock sprang free as he threw off his boxers, his knot heavy and swollen at the base. you licked your lips, your cunt gushing even harder at the sight of needing to be knotted by your alpha.

“you want it baby?” you nod, and coherent thoughts out the window as you now thought with just your pussy. he chuckles, coming to climb over your frame. his metal hand resting on the arm rest to steady himself while his right hand comes to grip his cock, rubbing the tip around your soaked folds.

“beg for it.” it’s a simple command, one you’d usually find yourself obeying the second it leaves his lips. but you weren’t thinking , you didn’t have a single thought in that head of yours and he knew that.

you looked fucked out as it was. drunk on his fingers, his scent, his taste. everything about him made your brain fuzzy and you couldn’t help but buck your hips up , widening your legs for his fran to fit into you again. just like where he should be.

“please…” you thought that would be enough for him, but it never was. not with bucky.

he chuckles, swirling the tip of his dick around your swollen clit teasingly. he moans at the slight touch, his cock throbbing in his hands and his knot dying to be in your cunt.

“you can do better than that.” he states, and it’s true, you can. you let out a soft whine as the tip of his cock slides down your cunt to your weeping hole, slick running down onto the couch and covering your thighs. it should be embarrassing, how much you needed your alpha in that moment but then again — nothing else mattered except how much you needed him in that moment

“please daddy, please need your knot…!” you both moan as he sinks into you at your plea, string of curses leaving his lips as he closes his eyes and dips his head back

your cunt feels like heaven for his cock — warm and velvety walls sucking him in slowly. the base of his knot presses snug against your cunt and you whine, wishing he could fit all of it, could he?

“there’s a good little omega,” he praises, his flesh hand coming to caresses your cheeks, a thumb slowly wiping your bottom lip before he pulls you. you whine at the loss, and he can only smirk before he pushes back in.

picking up a pace, you head the slap of skin on skin making you moan, feeling his cock throb inside of you. his flesh hand comes to wrap lightly around your throat, your tits bouncing under his shirt with each thrust of his hips.

“there you go, look at ya,” he looks down to where your bodies connect and he lets out a low gutteral moan at the sight. his cock was soaked, his knot getting wet from your slick. he was in heaven. “taking daddy’s dick so fuckin’ good like i thought.” he groans again as you squeeze around him in response, his hips picking up a heavier pace

“fuck…alpha…” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the tip of his cock just barely hits that sweet spot that you need him to hit

“yeah baby? you like that? like feeling your alpha’s cock so deep in your cunt like this?” you moan and nod in response, your hands grinding their way around the arm that has the hand around your neck lightly — digging your nails into his skin. your hands trailed up his arms to around his neck, pulling him closer, needing him

he pulled a pillow from behind him to push gently under your hips to give him a better angle, and you moaned aloud, his cock pushing deeper into you. he grinned at your response before he he gladly fell into you, his nose judging your mark.

“mine.” he frowned before licking the mark under neck, the one where you’ve still laid yet unclaimed by him. “all mine.” your hands frenzied over his back side, clawing at his skin with your nails making sure to leave marks. you need him, needed to know that he was yours.

your nose found the same little mark under his ear, nudging against it to scent him as yours. you felt your chest bloom with a purr, his cock pushing hard and deep into your cunt. your legs wrapped tightly around his hips as he moaned into your neck, licking the scent of you off your skin.

“yours…claim me, i’m yours…” your head was dizzy with all things him. you almost felt like there wasn’t a time where he didn’t exist, where you were only on a one thought train of just bucky.

you licked the mark under his ear and he groaned into you, his cock throbbing inside of you as he slowed his thrusts, before pushing a little harder, his knot slipping past you

you let out a moan, nails digging deep into his skin as you licked his mark, nudging and scenting it and needing him. his body vibrated from the pure coming from your chest, taking his flesh hand and trailing it up and under your shirt to grasp your breast, rolling your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger.

“‘m close, fuck please…” you moan against his neck, teeth lightly grazing the spot where you needed to take him most. his body was in tune with yours, thrusts quickening as his knot slipped past with a satisfying feeling, a deep moan elicited from both of your chests

“give it to me. c’mon, show me how bad you want it.” your eyes dilated out, blown with lust and desire and the need to claim him. he fingered with your nipple, pushing your chest into him as his knot popped in and out of your wet pussy with a squlech

you were a moaning mess under him, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin where your mark was, before biting down on your spot the same time as you, a moan pushing past your lips the same as him. you felt your cunt squeeze and pulse around his cock and his knot, feeling his breathing heavier as you cum.

he scents you more with his nose against your neck, creating a deep bruise on the skin before moving away with a pop, after you’re satisfied with the same mark on his skin.

“fuck baby,” he leans up a bit before pulling his hand from your breast to rest on your hip, pushing into you at a sloppy pace. his hair sticks to his forehead, eyes blown out with lust as he reaches his high and you can feel him throb inside of you. “‘m so close,”

“give it to me, my alpha.” the moan that dripped from your lips was sinful, his cock throbbing harshly inside your cunt as he grips both your hips and fucks into you at a relentless pace.

“gonna give you me cum, yeah? this tight cunt fitting your alpha’s fat knot so fuckin’ good,” a string of curses leave his lips as his thumb finds your swollen clit rubbing it harshly. your body jerks in reaction making you moan in response. “gonna give you my load, fill you up and make you round with my pups.”

that draws a loan moan from you and his smirks, a dark look over his face. “yeah baby you like that idea huh? your alpha fuckin’ his cum so deep in you-“ he leans down, and grips your chin tightly with his flesh hand, making you look at him while he fucks into you, playing with your clit so easily. “making sure it sticks.” he lets out a groan as you squeeze his cock, his knot buried deep inside of you as you cum with him

you grip his shoulders, pulling him close as he fucks his cum deep inside of your cunt, taking his hand from your clit and releasing your jaw, his hips coming to a slow and lazy thrust. you whine softly, his cock slipping so easily in and out of you.

“my good omega. all fuckin’ mine.” he murmurs into your neck, nuzzling his nose against the sore mark on your skin, making you whimper and clench his cock in response. he stirs a little, pushing his cock as deep as it can go, he knot swelling down. “gotta make sure it sticks.” you nod sleepily in response, letting him turn the two of you over so he’s holding you against his chest, eyes closing, and his cock snug into your cunt.

“my beautiful, bellflower.” he murmurs against your forehead, making sure to wrap the blanket over the two of you. “i’ll always take care of you. i’ll always love you. you’re mine forever.”

[camdunez]

No One Has To Know | m. bannerman

Songs Playing: U And I — Jodeci | There U Go — Johnny Gill | Speechless — Beyonce

paring: manon bannerman x g!p!reader summary: manon knows she belongs to someone else.. but she just can’t seem to leave you alone. genre: awful smut (lol) warnings/tags: f1driver!yn, f1wag!manon, manon’s lowkey a cheater in this, yn doesn’t really care, both these niggas ain’t shit fr, cursing, substance use, toxic asses! manon's a total pillow princess, dom!yn, p in v (wrap that shit up!), these niggas get real nasty tbh. word count: a/n: I’m a little rusty when it comes to writing smut so bear with me LMAO. this is def not my strong suit. turned in my freak card eons ago but i can try this ONCE for you guys. a/n: don't get your freaky ass hopes up, i didn't go into FULL detail this time. just kind of went with the flow? i don't like being too vulgar when i write lol.

You weren’t supposed to touch her.

that was the rule. the unspoken one that buzzed in every VIP suite, every champagne-soaked gala, every post-race yacht party. you didn’t fuck the wives. especially his wife.

but there was something about her.

meret manon bannerman — or just manon to the ones who whispered her name with jealousy and desire in equal measure. fashion world darling. nepo-baby with a smile sharp enough to slice through camera flashes. the kind of woman who didn’t walk into a room — she arrived, like smoke curling through the seams of a locked door.

and she just so happened to be married to the one man you couldn’t stand.

her husband was everything you weren’t: older, polished, a legacy name in formula 1. safe. predictable. overdue for retirement. but still clutching onto podium finishes like they could keep his career from rotting.

he hated your entire existence — that you, a 22-year-old prodigy with a record-breaking rookie season, wore the red of Ferrari and drove like the devil was chasing you.

and manon?

she hated that you knew.

knew the way her eyes always found you. the way her fingers clutched her champagne glass tighter whenever your name was called over the loudspeakers.

the way her voice dipped lower, sweeter, more dangerous when she leaned in close at press mixers and said things like:

“my husband says you’re reckless.”

“good,” you’d smirk, eyes dragging down the curve of her collarbone.

“tell him to stay out of my way.”

you weren’t supposed to touch her.

but you know the thing about rules?... some were made to be broken.

Monaco Grand Prix — Saturday, 3:43 PM

the sun glittered off the sea and the streets trembled beneath roaring engines. monaco was hell on tires — tight turns, unforgiving corners, and a crowd so elite they didn’t even clap, just nodded behind designer sunglasses and million-dollar smiles.

you sat in the cockpit, helmet on, heartbeat steady. the world was a blur of red and black — Ferrari's colors bleeding into the track. over the comms, your engineer rattled off positions, lap strategy, weather updates. you weren’t listening.

your eyes were on the screen above the paddock.

the split-screen showed your car in position two… and him in pole.

asshole.

“let him think he’s winning,” you muttered, gripping the wheel tighter. “let him think today’s his.”

because today wasn’t just about shaving seconds off a lap.

today was about her.

and when the lights blinked red to black — when the engines screamed to life and the city turned into a blur — you weren’t just racing for pride.

you were racing for a reason to see her again.

Lap 36 of 78 — Monte Carlo

the city curled around the circuit like a serpent, golden light glinting off yachts, balconies packed with champagne-sipping aristocrats. below them, the engines roared like beasts loosed from hell.

you were in P2.

your fingers curled tighter around the wheel as you surged through the nouvelle chicane, the gap between you and him narrowing by the second. his number — bold and blue — taunted you every time you came around a corner. you could see the back of his car just ahead. steady. controlled. safe.

too safe.

“he’s hugging the inside line too tight,” your engineer warned in your ear. “don’t force it, yn.”

you didn’t respond... didn’t need to. you knew exactly what you were doing.

because this wasn’t just any race. and he wasn’t just another rival.

he was the man she chose. and you were about to remind him what that said about her taste.

Lap 38

mirabeau.

you dove into the corner with barely a twitch, braking late — too late — nearly clipping the barrier. the crowd gasped. your tires screamed. but you held it, nosing just a fraction closer to his rear wing.

you knew he felt you.

knew the moment his car wobbled slightly on the next straight. knew the panic creeping into his grip, the way a man drives when he knows someone younger, faster, hungrier is right on his ass.

“you’re pushing him. he’s getting sloppy."

"you know what to do... back off or bait him.”

back off?

not a fucking chance.

Lap 42 – The Hairpin

the slowest, tightest turn in all of formula 1.

and the most brutal to take side by side.

but you did it anyway.

he tried to close the door, but you were already there — inside, wheel to wheel, your front wing nearly kissing his tire. it was reckless. it was dangerous. it was everything they accused you of being.

“This kid’s got a death wish.”

“Ferrari needs to rein them in.”

“Too emotional to be great.”

but you let them talk.

because when you muscled past him — tire smoke in the air, carbon scraping just inches from disaster — it wasn’t just the position you were stealing.

it was his fucking pride.

Lap 44 — Sector Two

clean air. fastest lap. you were flying.

but even at 190mph, your mind flicked to her.

to manon, draped in some designer fit too delicate for this world, watching from the paddock with unreadable eyes. maybe sipping champagne. maybe biting her lip.

you didn’t need to see it.

you could feel it.

and part of you hoped he could too — that with every second he trailed behind you, he remembered the way her eyes always wandered… the way her mouth said his name, but her body begged for yours.

Final Lap — Lap 78

he tried. God, he tried.

came at you on the final straight like a man possessed — desperate, last-ditch attempt to reclaim something he lost long before the race even started.

but he didn’t have it in him.

not the aggression.

not the obsession.

not the raw, uncut need that made you drive like this. that made you burn through corners and rules and red flags because you knew the one thing he didn’t:

she was already yours.

Checkered Flag

you crossed the finish line like thunder.

stadium erupted. Ferrari’s pit wall exploded into cheers. your engineer was yelling in your ear, but it was all white noise.

because the moment you pulled into the paddock — helmet still on, sweat on your brow, engine ticking from heat — you looked up.

and there she was.

manon.

leaning on the velvet rope, shades low on her nose, lips curled in a soft smirk, just enough to tell you everything.

your rival was thirty seconds behind. second place.

but she?

she hadn’t stopped watching you once.

Midnight – Monte Carlo Yacht Club

the afterparty was luxury poured into crystal and draped in champagne silk. industry heads, bored heiresses, old-money millionaires — they all gathered like moths around the podium’s light. but you? you were the flame.

cameras followed you from the second you stepped in. custom black suit, collar loose and no tie. race still on your skin, sweat dried into salt and pride. the youngest Ferrari winner in years. the one who stole the win. the one who stole his thunder.

you took a glass of something expensive from a tray and barely sipped it. your eyes weren’t on the drinks. or the CEOs.... or the attention.

they were on her.

manon.

God, she looked good enough to ruin. perched on the edge of a velvet couch, dress soft and silver — like moonlight melted and stitched into silk. thigh crossed over thigh. one hand twirling the stem of a half-empty coupe. her husband nowhere in sight.

and her eyes?

already on you.

you moved slow. intentionally.

cutting through the crowd like you were parting water. she didn’t look away. not once.

when you reached her, she didn’t speak. just tilted her chin up slightly — a dare. an invitation. yet a warning.

“you look like a fucking problem,” you murmured, low and close.

manon smirked. soft. dangerous.

“and you look like the solution I should avoid.”

there was space between you. but it was hot... charged. like touching skin before lightning hits.

ou leaned in, lips brushing against her ear ever so slightly.

“he knows you��re here with me tonight, ms. bannerman?”

she didn’t flinch. she just shakes her head, humming softly in response.

“he thinks I’m upstairs. taking a call.”

“you’re not.”

“no,” she breathed. “I’m not.”

you let your gaze drag — slow, deliberate — from her mouth to her chest, down the slope of her thigh. when you looked back up, her eyes had darkened. that perfect pout of hers parted, like she forgot how to breathe.

and your voice dropped, silk-wrapped steel:

“come with me.”

with no hesitation,

she stood.

and when she did, you didn’t reach for her hand — you didn’t need to. she followed without a word, heels clicking soft against marble, out past the terrace, past the velvet ropes, past the line that said this is still safe.

out into the dark.

Monte Carlo – The Hôtel de Paris Penthouse floor. One bed. Two glasses. One closed door between her and every consequence.

you didn’t say a word when the elevator doors closed behind you.

neither did she.

but the silence between you screamed. her perfume filled the space first — clean, sweet, soft like skin after a shower. you could smell it before you saw the way her hands fidgeted with the hem of her dress. nervous... excited. maybe both.

“last chance to run,” you murmured, looking down at the older woman.

she looked up at you slowly, meeting your gaze with no smile. just parted lips and eyes heavy with something you’d seen on the track: risk.

“i don't run.”

the elevator chimed. suite 1807.

you opened the door and let her walk in first. let her see what this night looked like with the lights low and the skyline bleeding gold behind glass.

she didn’t say anything as she stepped in. just slipped her shoes off, one by one, and turned to face you in nothing but that silk dress and a secret she couldn’t keep anymore.

“you really don’t care, do you?” she whispered.

“about him?” “about any of this.”

you shut the door behind you.

“if I cared,” you said, voice low as you stalked toward her, “i wouldn't have walked up to that couch.."

and that was the truth. you didn’t care. you never did.

truth be told, the risk was a turn on.

your fingers found the back of her neck first — thumb trailing that soft curve just below her ear, where her pulse jumped wild. she gasped when you leaned down, lips barely grazing her jaw.

“tell me if you want me to stop.”

she didn’t.

instead, she pressed her chest into yours, breath trembling.

“do it,” she whispered. “touch me like you mean it.”

so you did.

you kissed her slow. too slow.

one hand on her neck, the other gripping the small of her back, dragging her into you like you’d been waiting since the lights went out on the track. your lips moved over hers in deep, hungry strokes — not greedy, but patient. devouring. letting her feel every second she’d spent pretending she didn’t want this.

when she whimpered into your mouth, you smiled.

“you sound so pretty," you muttered, lips brushing hers. “you ever did that for him?”

her silence told you everything. that old fuck wasn't treating her right.

"good" you replied, "cause that whimperin' shit gone be for me and only me.."

fuck, yn.. manon whined, wrapping her arms around your neck. she pulled you closer, your bodies pressed against each other as you guided her through her third orgasm.

her hands trail down to your biceps, digging her nails into your skin.

she had been watching you since you made your debut, hooked on something she never had before.

mutual gasps and moans from you both filled the room, rivaling the sounds of the loud houston-born singer coming from the television on the wall across from the bed.

manon's hands moved down to your stomach, attempting to push you off of her. i-i can't.. too much.

that only made you press your weight down on her even more. "you said you don't run, baby.. so take this shit."

your name rolled off of her tongue with such passion.. such intensity.. that it left him wanting to hear it over and over again. her love felt like fire, burning through his body. a fire that couldn't be put out by a thunderstorm.

your mind went blank. between the smell of manon's perfume and her soft touch, your thoughts were everywhere.

your words slurred as you slowly rocked your hips into her, feeling manon tense up.

nut in me baby.. go 'head and fill me up manon purred, using the last of her strength to wrap her legs around your waist— locking you in place.

"you wanna have my kids, baby? your husband can't give you none?" you say in the same tone, making the woman under you groan in response.

fuck himm.. need youu she whines— which quickly turns into a low, guttural growl, shit!.. i love you so much!

later — when she’s tangled in the sheets, chest rising slow, lip still swollen — she turns to you.

“this was a mistake,” she says, making you chuckle. her eyebrows furrowed. "what's funny?"

"you havin' post nut clarity or something?" you asked playfully, "you acting mad different. like you wasn't just whining in my ear."

you reach over, trail your fingers down her thigh, still slick and glowing. "don't tell me you're regretting cheating on your old ass husband with his younger.. wayyy hotter rival?" you add, a smug smirk playing on your lips.

manon sends a glare your way, failing to hide a smile of her own. "shut up." she says, biting down on her bottom lip.

a moment goes by before either of you say anything, the smell of sex and mixed cologne lingered as the same song play in your stead.

you pulled manon closer, letting her rest her head on your chest.

"let's... make this more than a one time thing, yeah?" you hear manon suggest, feeling her nails drag down your stomach. "i'll call you whenever your little friend isn't fucking me right." she adds jokingly.

you scoff. "that old man is not my friend."

manon laughs before curling deeper into you, like you were her home... instead of him.

[miange1]

Would you write an effeminate male reader? Who wears some clothes or jewelry/costume jewelry considered feminine? I'm asking because the last time I made a request like this on another profile, people said in the comments that I was reinforcing stereotypes(?) as if effeminate men didn't exist

Anyway! I'd like an imagine where Patrick Bateman is intrigued and somewhat bothered by the spontaneous way the reader expresses himself (perhaps internalized homophobia?) and it all culminates in angry sex! 

Totally inspired by that bathroom scene 🤒

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍 — weirdo

tw: male reader(he mainly wears women's jewellery and is described to look like a girl), (internalized) homophobia, micro misogyny, one sides angry sex, desk sex, sigma mindset, reader is written to have a slim and feminine body(it is NOT sugarcoated), reader 'flirting' is all in his head, feminization, breeding kink

note: i'm so bored bro can something happen fr

he hated you.

if you were dehydrated on an island with him and he had two bottles of water, he'd drink both of them right in front of your face.

when you came here, he thought you were some short haired woman in a suit. he already hated you then, thinking you were a lesbian or some shit. but learning you were a man? who willingly uplifted your feminine features? it drove him insane, he hated when you stepped foot in his office.

every time you handed him something, he could feel those rings along your fingers. they weren't bulky or big. they were thin and dainty, with little jewels in the holder. disgusting.

next came the earrings. now he guessed diamond earrings would be okay for a man, but you wore those..dangly ones. either that, or hoop earrings and flowered studs.

then the necklaces, almost made him lose his mind. now, almost. what genuinely made him lose it was the lip gloss. you swore to him it was lip balm, but he wasn't stupid.

"here you are mr. bateman, the finished files and a few customer names written down." your fingers would graze, and he'd barely hide back the look of disgust.

then he saw it, glistening from the sun and onto your lips. a gloss. "excuse me," he stopped you, clearing his throat. "what is that, on your lips." you'd blink a bit, like you were confused before you made an 'oh' sound. "it's just lip balm mr. bateman, my lips have been getting awfully dry." you'd flash him a smile, and be on your way.

as he'd watch you go he had to stop himself from thinking. nice ass..

if he was really that below himself he'd wolf whistle.

you've been working now about a good month or two, and this feeling in his chest and stomach has just been getting worse and worse. the night before, he had been thinking of you, and thought a bit too hard.

he could tell you felt it too. you were leading this on, making him feel this way. you'd wave at him a certain way, lean over his desk, give him looks. he knew it, knew damn well. he got a lot of flirts, but you, you weren't even bothering to hide it.

but he needed you..in his office. now.

"someone said you needed me, mr. bateman?" you came inside, different types of jewelry on this time. he was so angry, so pissed off at you and himself. at you for just being you, and at himself for simply being attracted to you.

his mind was so clouded. he didn't see his hand at your waist, didn't feel himself gripping the skin beneath your suit jacket, didn't feel his lips on yours, didn't remember himself bending you over the desk.

each thrust made the desk urge forward from time to time, the legs scraping at the floor beneath it. was the door locked? he didn't know, was one hundred percent sure he didn't care either.

"mr. bateman!" yeah, but he heard that. heard your constant babbling and moaning, felt your squirming and cries of pleasure and he fucking loved it.

his hips were getting tired, but he couldn't stop, it felt too damn good. he saw the way your ass jiggled with each thrust, his fingers gripping along the slim curve of your waist, and leaving faint agitated marks.

"never fucked another man before," he breathed out, slowing his thrusts but making them harder. one of his hands came to your neck, pushing you lower down. "but i guess you don't count, do you?" his voice was low and patronizing, teasing you to get you upset and not aroused.

but shit did it have your dick twitching, you liked it you wanted even more. "look at this.." his fingers wrapped around your necklace, pulling it to choke you up. "dressed like some woman, body looks like one too. it's ridiculous."

his lips caught yours, tasting the flavour of your so called 'lip balm'.

a gasp caught in his throat, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt himself cum inside. he hadn't even known he was close, he was far too caught up in the pleasure.

"damn.." he pulled out, watching you twitch and writhe as his cum oozed and glopped out of you wantonly. "i could probably get you pregnant like one, have you full of me."

he sighed shakily, his dick softening up. "get out." your head turned over, looking confused. how the hell could you just leave with his cum leaking out of you?

but damn it, whatever. you cleaned yourself up best you could, getting your clothes on messily yet trying to look somewhat presentable.

you twisted the knob to his office,

"come back tomorrow."

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Can I ask for a first time (iykyk) with tenjiku? Where reader is a bit shy at first but man she kinky af on the insideee

Tenjiku x Shy!Virgin!->Kinky!Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, fluff kinda, virginity loss obviously, virgin!Shion, soft sex -> kinky shit, rough sex/manhandling, overstimulation, creampie/breeding kink, cum play/cum drinking, daddy kink, saliva/spit play, tongue kissing, size kink/belly bulging, degradation, biting ♡

Characters: Izana, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Mucho, Mochi, Shion, Hanma

note: anon you ate real bad with this idea, I'm so sorry I procrastinated so hard with this 😭 I should be ashamed of myself fr

edit: added Hanma for @sayaka-ur-cutie

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Izana (breeding kink)

🎴 Izana is surprisingly gentle at first, he wants to make your first time as pain free as possible. But as soon as he feels you thrusting your hips against his and basically fucking him back, he's gone, eyes rolled back and everything (I believe in extra sensitive!Izana). It also didn't help that you were whining for him not to pull out, the mere thought of cumming inside you had him seeing stars. He spent the rest of the night fucking, filling, and overstimulating you.

Kakucho (cum play)

🩷 Kakucho literally makes the sweetness love to you, and it's not until after that he finds out how freaky you really are. After he pulls out and takes the condom off, he's shocked (and aroused) to see you take it out of his hand and raise it to your lips, swallowing every drop of his cum from it. He's standing there for a solid minute or two just staring at you before finally mustering up the courage to politely ask you if you want more.

Ran (daddy kink)

💜 Ran knows it's your first time, so he's going nice and slow with you...up until you call him daddy. He doesn't even say anything, he just smirks because he knew you were an undercover freak. He starts going slower, trying to make you whine and beg for him. He'll only speed up again if you call him daddy again though.

Rindou (spit play)

🩵 Rindou loves the way you hide your face when he starts fucking you, he thinks it's cute that you're so shy. You're a lot less shy by the time he finds the perfect rhythm though, your hands roaming all over his body as he pounds into your pussy. Eventually your hands find their way to his hair, tangling in his locks and pulling him into a kiss. He thinks it's just a sweet little kiss and it was, until you slipped your tongue in his mouth. He just couldn't help but moan into the kiss before sliding his tongue into your mouth in return. And he definitely picked up on the way you clenched around him when his spit mixed with yours and started dripping down your lips and chin. He found your weakness, so expect him to exploit it to the fullest extent from now on.

Mucho (size kink)

💙 Mucho didn't think much of it when you mentioned how big he was, he knew you were just stating the obvious and probably a little nervous since you were a virgin. But when he kept hearing you say it in between the occasional moan or whimper while he was fucking you, that's when he realized just how much the difference in size turned you on. And he definitely didn't mind, if anything he started doing things to make the size difference more obvious. He grabbed your thighs and pressed your legs closer to your body, making you bend in ways you didn't know you could. He manhandled you, touching you with more force to show off his strength. But his new favorite thing was pressing his hand against the prominent bulge in your tummy, chuckling softly as you moaned and writhed in pleasure underneath him.

Mochi (degradation)

🍡 Mochi knew it was your first time, so he was extra careful not to hurt you...physically anyways. You just looked so cute underneath him, he couldn't help but tease you a little. Whispering dirty praises in your ear, telling you how good of a slut you were for him. He'd totally understand if you weren't into it, but the smile on his face when he felt your pussy gripping him tighter gave away the absolute delight he felt in knowing that you were just as nasty as him.

Shion (biting)

♥️ Shion took his sweet time when he took your virginity, mainly because he was a virgin too and wanted your first time together to be special. He gently thrusted in and out of you with his face buried in the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses all over. All his gentle efforts went out the window when he felt your teeth sinking into his shoulder though. He had an almost visceral reaction to the bite, letting out a gasping moan and gripping your thighs tighter as he slowed down his thrusts, trying desperately not to cum inside you. He didn't know how to react, so he did what his body told him to and gently bit you back, his dick twitching inside you as he heard you let out a soft whimper. You two spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, fucking gently and nipping at each other's skin.

Hanma (rough sex)

🏵️ Hanma knew you were a virgin and was fully prepared to be gentle with you, at least at first. As soon as he bottomed out in you he knew damn well he wasn't going to be gentle the entire time. And your soft moans and the way you begged him to go harder only spurred him on. By the end of the night he was balls deep in your pussy with no intentions of ever being gentle in the bedroom again.

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[hoshigray]

Hi Hoshi 🤎 so I just recently read your threesome Toji/Sukuna fic (hot af btw), I love those two bastards so much 😩 Can I please request facefucking with them pleaseeee, like you’re on your knees sucking both of their cocks 😩😩 I love fics about them but I literally never saw the description of double dick sucking, and I think that would be so hot, right? Especially when they are mean 🤭 Please help a girl out 🙏🏻🙏🏻

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: man, I'm so happy I finally have the free time to write this out, lmao.

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Toji + Sukuna x gn! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - handjobs - blowjobs - face + throat-fucking - degradation (bitch, broad, cumslut, slut, whore) - dick slaps - double dick-sucking - pet names (baby, doll, dollface, pet, vermin, sweetie) - heavy depictions of a blowjob (shit finna get nasty) - facials - mention of spit/saliva and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.8k

“Yeah, just like that, slut. Suckin’ on me like a real broad…Hmmfuck.”

“Shit, that tongue of y’rs, Y/n. Actin’ like my cock’s goin’ somewhere…”

Have you ever sucked two dicks simultaneously?

Well, it is quite a time; you should know...

You stood on your knees with hands busy, stroking two men who stood before you. Each palm grasps and strokes a cock within the proximity, the tips exerting precum oozing down to your pretty fingers as your fingertips sense the veins and rough skin. 

You bring the dick in your right to your lips, licking on the tip and adding more of your saliva to it. With hollow cheeks, you suck the cockhead inside your mouth, purring as you’re taking in every inch into your oral cavity and throat.

A hand finds its way onto your cheeks, squeezing them as you lick the underside while your left hand keeps jerking. Toji chuckles, “Ya look so good, princess,” he slaps the tip onto your lips, a gesture to put him back into your warm mouth. “Mmmm, you know how much I like you bein’ dirty fr’ me. Show me how slutty you can really be.”

Your eyes peer at his face and follow his indirect command. Your left hand gets firmer with every stroke, lathering the tip with your spit as your tongue flicks on his frenulum. Onyx eyebrows pull towards each other as Toji’s grin gets broader. “Heh, yeah, just like that, baby; make it real wet and sloppy.” 

You hum as you get to work, focusing your lips on just the tip as your hand increases in pace. Your fingers slid up and down on his shaft while slurping on his tip. Drool pools with every push and pull, mixing with the bits of cum coming from his urethra. “Goddamn, doll…” you hear him mutter above you, noting the cue to persist in your actions. Plus, judging by how the limb occupying your palm is pulsing, the older man is not too far from release.

However—“Don’t forget about me, vermin.”

Your face is yanked off of Toji’s length, and your cheek is instantly met with the member on your right. The angry tip poking your skin, painting it with precum. Sukuna snickers wickedly, pushing his cockhead to your lips without your cooperation. “Attend to me, pet; you know I’m not one to wait.”

He doesn’t delay for you, forcing the tip inside your mouth for your tongue to greet. And he doesn’t allow you to accommodate his girth, already busying your throat with the length burrowing inside. His firm grip on your head prompts you to and fro, and the harsh ruts to your face become hard to predict.

Tears leave the reservoir of your eyes, striking down whenever Sukuna’s pelvis smacks onto your lips. Muffled cries appease the tattooed individual, throwing his head back at your chin and hitting his balls with every pump. You suck on him hard while Toji groans to your left, your hands on his scrotum knead and massage as he fists his own dick as you please the other. 

Sukuna’ll pull you to the frenulum, then rush you to the base of his pubes. Balls slapping to your chin with drool sticking onto you, your nose crashing to his body thanks to the rough rhythm, and your eyes lock into his four devilish crimson ones — that’s how he likes it. “Look at you, whore. So fucking filthy just for some dick, huh?” A rhetoric answered only by your eyes rolling to the top of your head as he shoves his entire bulge. “Nasty bitch.”

“Fffuuck,” The dark-haired man croaks, his hand on his shaft picking up in speed. “So close...”

The pink-haired one agrees. “Hmmph, me too, shit…Hey, dollface, finish us good and well, ya hear?” 

Again, no words are spoken, only actions. You swiftly remove Sukuna from your throat and bring this session to a close. Your hands bring both cocks to your mouth, elated to accept both the tips of their dicks into your mouth with a euphoric mewl.

Both men hiss at their sensitive parts being swallowed in simultaneously, tending them with teasing licks and sucking them with puckered lips. Your tongue serves as a weapon, swirling around them, which results in the men groaning deliciously. 

To chase their orgasms down, you suck roughly on both cocks, bobbing your head while your hands please them in whichever way you can. Erratic strokes on Toji’s member have him almost choking, and Sukuna’s hips buck involuntarily when you grip his balls unbeknownst to him. And finally, they unanimously spill their semen into your mouth, your shriek covered by their loads filling inside. You swallow as much as possible, even if the job is as messy and ungraceful as you’d want it to be. Fluids and saliva drip to your chin and meet the cold floor. 

Your head stays bobbing in a steady cadence, humming blissfully as you gulp down their essence. But to showcase, you remove yourself and open your mouth, having the two watch you accept their seed shooting out and disheveled face.

Toji scoffs at the display. “A dirty, pretty thing, aren’t ya, Y/n?”

And Sukuna tilts his head with a smirk. “Expect nothing much from a cumslut like you.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/benkeibear.

[livingdxadwriter]

A Little Thing Called Fate

Erik Campbell X Alt!F!Reader

Summary: When a rough night leads you meet him. One piercing later and a what if, you end up in his chair one more time after hours. You definitely want to come back for more.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, mdni, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, riding, sex in the tattoo parlor, choking, Erik is a slut what can I say, lil dom!erik, piercings (nose and nipples), reader is a tatted pierced baddie and you will love it, I also feel like Erik is 24-25 so let’s roll with that

WC: 4.1k

A/N: I’m gonna be so fr, I wrote this like a week ago but I was so tired and overwhelmed I didn’t even want to edit it. Mind yall I started writing this the night after I saw FD in theaters. This shit has been brewing for a min. But I finally proof read it. This was originally longer but I realized it was too much happening for one lil fic so I split it into two. I’ll post the follow up when I have time, for now is this.

Meeting him was completely out of impulse. Coming back for more, was also a thrill seeking impulse. But it was a feeling you couldn’t get enough of. 

It all started as an impulse driven by your best friend after a particularly rough shift the night before. You put up with so much fucking shit at that shitty run down bar less than ten minutes away from your place. All of that to put yourself through school at twenty-fucking-three, to say that you were so goddamn miserable that only putting yourself through deliberate pain would make you feel, something, anything. 

It was absolutely an impulse when you allowed her to drag you to the shitty—and let’s be honest—sketchy tattoo parlor down the street. And at nine at fucking night, this place definitely gave you weird vibes. You were just hoping that whatever poor fucking soul was stuck at this place wasn’t a weirdo. 

Erik was so over this shit. Over these shitty fucking customers who bitched about everything, over his dipshit boss who made him lock up by himself for the third time this week, literally all of it. He was very tempted to just close before he was supposed to. He sure as hell didn’t think anyone was taking a stroll in the middle of the night on a random fucking Wednesday to get tattooed or pierced. He damn near jumped out of his chair as soon as that clock hit nine, both thanking and cursing at whoever was pulling at the strings of his life that his night would finally be over. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” You cursed, all but rushing inside the tattoo parlor with your friend in tow. You stopped dead on your feet when you damn near ran right into a guy. Were you staring? Yeah, you were definitely staring. It wasn’t until your friend nudged your back that you actually said something. “Shit, hi, sorry. I’m sorry, are you still open? That’s a dumb question, you were probably about to close. We’ll come back later—“ 

You were talking so fucking fast Erik could barely understand you. But truthfully? He just wasn’t paying attention to anything you were saying, like at all. He was more focused on how fucking pretty you were. And just how fucking hot your tattoos were. And how nice your voice sounded. It took him a minute to register just what the fuck your were saying. 

Wait, you were leaving? 

Oh, fuck no. 

“No, no, it’s all good. I just thought nobody else was gonna come in. I can definitely get you.” He was looking right at you as he said it, not realizing you weren’t, in fact, alone. “Like, both of you. I can only do piercings though. If you want a tattoo you’re gonna have to make an appointment and shit.” 

Good fucking save, dude. 

You were definitely smiling, like a fucking dumbass. And you were definitely staring, too. You were counting how many tattoos you could see, and wondering if he had more you couldn’t see under that black tee. Erik was looking at you like he was expecting you to say something, which you quickly realized. 

“Oh, no, yeah, that’s cool. My friend just wants her tongue pierced, if that’s cool.” You eventually replied, swallowing a bit. Erik nodded, a small grin of amusement on his face as he pointed to the waiting area with his head. 

“Yeah, cool. She just needs to fill out this, like, liability form, y’know.” Erik sighed, as much as he hated the fucking paperwork, he knew he had to do it. You both nodded, and waited. And as Erik was looking through the drawers for the paperwork, his eyes glanced back at you. “What about you? You’re not getting anything?” 

“Uhhh, I don’t think so. I wasn’t really planning on getting anything.” You shrugged. It wasn’t that you were opposed to the idea, you were just suddenly a flustered, nervous mess. 

“You sure? I see you already got a nose ring. Just do the other side. I think it would look pretty sick.” He shrugged as he handed your friend the form without even so much as looking at her, just looking right at you. Which he knew he probably shouldn’t do because it was fucking rude, but he just couldn’t help it when you were literally the prettiest thing he had ever seen. 

The look you gave him was downright sinful. A soft gasp of surprise and a smile you tried to hide biting down on your lip. Most people didn’t look at you long enough to notice that you had anything pierced, or they just didn’t care enough. But Erik definitely noticed, he noticed every little detail about you he could ingrain in his memory. All your piercings, all your tattoos, or the ones he could see, anyway. As much as he could. He was damn sure he could recognize you if he ever saw you again. Fuck, he hoped he saw you again. 

“Sorry, I usually don’t make girls cry ‘til after the first date.” Erik joked, his tone so quiet and low only you could hear it. You giggled a bit as you wiped the tear that slipped from your eye as he screwed in your new nose stud. He was so goddamn close your stupid heart was beating out of your chest. 

He usually gave them another reason to cry, he thought. 

You gave him a big-eyed look, lips curved up into a grin of amusement. He was definitely flirting with you, and you usually shot down any attempts by most guys that hit on you at work. But you didn’t want to shut him down, quite the opposite actually. 

“Oh? Well, fuck. What happens after the second date, then?” You decided to follow along, feigning innocent curiosity, but it was a little hard to mask that your curiosity was anything but innocent. Erik didn’t mind. 

Erik had a lopsided grin on his face and shrugged his shoulders as he rolled away in his chair to discard the used needle. 

“Guess you’re gonna have to figure that one out on your own.” He gave you a devious look, shooting his shot as he walked around to the cash register, remembering that there was in fact another person here other than the two of you. Which definitely ruined his mood, he would totally fuck your right here and right now if you were alone. 

You clicked your tongue as you stood, tilting your head at him the slightest bit as you debated on whether or not you wanted to follow that far along. You normally weren’t too receptive of random guys hitting on you so openly, you had an aversion to it, actually. But him? Him you would fuck on the nearest surface of this goddamn place without even knowing his damn name. 

“Maybe I should, huh?” You shrugged, batting your eyelashes in a way that made him want to shove his cock down your throat until you gagged. He blew out a chuckle as he leaned over the counter, his icy eyes staring you down like he was plotting something far from innocent. 

“I’m Erik.” He finally offered, flashing you a large grin that melted your fucking brain. 

You offered him yours. 

Erik definitely wanted to see you again. 

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You leaned against the brick wall, one hand held your vape to your lips and the other held your phone against your ear as you listened to it ring. It rang twice before Erik picked up. 

“Hey babe. What’s up?” You immediately smiled like a fucking idiot at the sound of his voice, there was always a little humor to him that made it seem like he enjoyed talking to you as much you did him.

A little over a month you had been hanging out. How the fuck two dysfunctional freaks like the two of you have managed that is a mystery, to both of you. You made out in an alley on your first date, he ate you out on your second. Surprisingly enough, you haven’t fucked yet though. But it wasn’t for lack of trying, you definitely wanted him to fuck you stupid, but even a mess like you has some self-preservation. Erik was just happy to be there. He does whatever you want, when you want, and he’s more than okay with that exchange. 

“Just taking a break. I’m fucking sick of these people.” You blew out a breath, a cloud of smoke coming from your mouth and nose. Erik laughed. 

“Oh, I felt that. Can you believe this fucker is having me close alone, again?” He scoffed, shuffling around the shop trying to find something to kill time with or else he’d be bored to fucking death. 

“Oh, you think that’s bad? My manager just yelled at me in front of like four people ‘cause I told him I wouldn’t come in on my day off. Mind you, I have fucking midterms I have to study for and this bald fuck wants me to work six days in a row when I’m not even supposed to be full time!” You damn near shouted into the empty alley, but Erik heard you loud and fucking clear. He was trying not to laugh at your outburst, but it was a little amusing. But deep down he liked that you would tell him anything on your mind, he liked to listen.

“He just wants to look at your tits in those tank tops, I’m telling you.” He snorted but quickly stopped when you gritted his name through your teeth. “Jokes, babe. Your manager is an asshole, I know. My boss is a prick who thinks I’m his bitch. We have shity bosses. Should we like… kill ‘em? We can make it look like an accident.” 

Now that made you laugh, snorting into the back of your hand at his morbid sense of humor. No matter how shitty your day had been, hearing the outright nonsense that came out of his mouth made your day a little less miserable. 

“Okay, fucking morbid.” 

“Okay, well, not if it's just an accident. Weird shit happens all the time.” He said nonchalantly, clicking his tongue a bit when you scoffed. “Just saying.” 

You fell into silence for a minute, as you simply tried to wind down before you had to return to the loud music, sticky bar, shitfaced men old enough to be your father trying to hit on you, or calling you a bitch, there was no in between. You just wanted to disappear and never be found. Your eyes shot open as an idea popped in your head. 

“Hey Erik,” he hummed in acknowledgment and waited for you to continue. “If I asked you to pierce my nipples, would you do it?” 

Erik nearly choked on his Redbull when he heard you. He cleared his throat, excitement getting the best of him as he ignored the two dudes who had just walked in. 

“Are you serious?” 

“I mean, yeah? You have yours pierced. And it’s kinda hot, so. Would you?” You bit your lip a bit nervously, excitement settling in your own stomach as you waited for his answer a bit impatiently. 

“Oh, fuck yes. Is that even a question? What time do you get off?” He held up a finger to the guys who were shooting him daggers as he held his phone to his ear. 

“One.” 

“Sick, just come here, I’ll wait for you.” 

You were giddy and overwhelmed with anticipation the rest of your shift. 

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“Can you take your shirt off while I lock up?” Erik said as he went to lock the door. You snorted.

“Okay, well at least take me out to dinner first.” You rolled your eyes as you pulled your black tee over your head. Erik shot you a confused look. 

“I have. The fuck you mean.” 

“Oh, right.” You snorted a bit at Erik’s annoyed look as he sat in front of you. He stared at you like he was waiting for you. 

“Bra, please?” He said blankly, almost unconsciously falling into his work persona. He was used to anxious people coming in to get work done, not knowing what to do and scared of the process. He was strangely good at peaceful comfort. No rushing, not passive-aggressive directions, just straightforward and calm instructions. He didn’t get anything out of having jittery and anxious clients he could potentially hurt if they moved too much.

Your lips fell open a bit embarrassed and you laughed awkwardly. “Oh, yes, I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, baby. Just relax for me.” He reassured you as you took off your bra and set it on the armrest of the chair with your shirt. He was trying to be professional, he truly was, but he definitely felt his cock twitch in his jeans. “I’m gonna touch you, like a lot. I promise it’s not sexual. Not right now, anyway.” 

His naturally silly demeanor calmed you down and you nodded, letting out a long breath as he did his work. It was definitely nerve wracking, your heart was pounding so loud and you were shaking a little. Erik reassured you with a kiss and a squeeze of your thigh before he sterilized everything. 

“It’s gonna hurt but I promise it’ll only be a second. Just breathe in for me.” 

Yeah, it definitely fucking hurt. But you had so many tattoos and piercings you so couldn’t say you weren’t used to this kind of pain. Erik was talking you through the whole thing, which definitely helped focus your mind on other things. He was done screwing in the jewelry for the second one before you even realized. 

“See? All done. Good job.” He announced as he rolled away in his chair to dispose of the needle. You giggled, biting down your smile as you looked down to admire your new addition. You couldn’t deny it, it was hot as fuck. “Okay, I can get hard now.”

Your eyes shot up to look at him and you gasped, “Erik, please.” 

“What?” His voice was high pitched like he was trying to defend him from your outrage. But you really weren’t that offended. “Okay, listen, I just pierced your tits, as if you could somehow get even hotter. I’m just a guy, doll.” He defended himself as he stood in front of you. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes and batting your eyelashes. 

“A slut at that.” You teased and he sighed through his nose, his cock getting progressively harder each time he caught a glimpse of your freshly pierced tits. God, he had issues. 

“Says the girl that asked me to pierce her tits at one in the fucking morning just because it would be hot. So who’s the slut?” He tilted his head at you, grabbing your face to usher you on your feet. “Promise I won’t touch ‘em I just wanna look while you ride me.” 

Your lips parted open, sucking in a deep breath at his words. You knew he could get dirty really fucking quickly, but it still sent a sense of excitement through your body. The rational part of your mind screamed that this was a bad idea. But when did you ever listen to reason? Another part of you drove most of your decisions, especially when it came to guys. And for Erik? You were a bitch in heat, at that. 

Before you realized Erik had taken you to his station towards the back of the shop, where he did most one-on-one sessions when needed. He would sanitize it later, right now he could not give one fuck about any of that. 

You were straddling his lap in nothing but panties, shamelessly rubbing yourself against the hard on in his jeans. His shirt was somewhere he doesn’t remember, in solidarity with your state of undress. He was moaning into your mouth, fingers laced in your hair as he held you against his mouth. 

His free hand slipped between your bodies to feel just where you were soaking through your panties. You whined into his mouth as he tugged the fabric aside, exposing your swollen clit to the cool air and the rough fabric of his jeans. He pulled back from your mouth to spit on his fingers, blue eyes swallowing you whole as your eyes rolled back when his fingers rubbed deliberate circles on your sensitive clit. 

“Oh, you needy little slut, look how wet you are. Already making a mess over here.” He laughed, a smug grin on his face as he coated his long fingers with your slick. His mouth fell into an oh gesture, coaxing you mockingly as he slid his fingers into your pussy. “Lucky for you, doll, I like things real fucking messy.”

With his free hand he brought you down to meet his mouth, fingers laced into your hair as he fucked you with his fingers. You were moaning and whining into his mouth as he tongue kissed you and you were grinding down on his hand with each curl of his fingers and flick of his wrist. 

“Please, please, Erik. Need it.” You whined into his mouth, chest heavy, surely dripping on his jeans. He blew out a laugh, pulling back to watch your face as he curled his fingers in the most thigh shuddering way possible.

“Yeah? You want it?” He asked mocking, rutting his palm against your sensitive clit, his fingers buried to the knuckle. “You wanna get fucked now? That what you want?” 

You nodded frantically, words getting caught in your throat. Erik was tempted to torture you more, make you beg for it, but alas, his cock was starting to feel real fucking uncomfortable in those skinny jeans he had on. He said nothing as he pulled you down by your hair, tongue kissing you, so messy and sloppy, his fingers leaving you empty to fumble with his belt and zipper. He groaned in relief when his cock was finally free from the confines of his briefs. His hand left your hair to hold your panties to the side just enough for him, ready to shove his cock inside you. 

Erik rubbed his tip over your clit, coating himself in your slick, his tongue in your mouth. And then you felt it. The pathetic sound of disbelief that left your throat was so loud Erik actually heard it.

“Erik,” you gasped, a bit of shock and alarm coating your voice, immediately looking down between you, not believing it was in fact what you thought it was. “Erik, what the fuck. Oooh my God.” 

Were you drooling? Maybe a little.

“What?” He laughed a little, very amused by your shock. But he was also amused by your look of awe. He hadn’t been with too many people after he got it, he had gotten looks of apprehension, a weird look once, but you? You looked anything but freaked out. “You’ve never fucked a guy with a dick piercing?” 

You shook your head, slowly lifting your head to meet his eyes. The look he gave you made you clench around nothing.

“Go ahead then, sit on it. I know you’ve been wanting to. So do it.” 

Erik sat up, eyes never leaving you as he waited for you to make your move. It was with a shaky hand that you grabbed his cock and slowly slid down. Your mouth fell wide open as his ringed cock pushed its way inside your cunt. You damn near wanted to cry at the feeling of his ring brushing your walls.

“Fuck, Erik. That feels so—” You couldn’t even finish your thought, your eyes rolling back slightly as you rocked your hips, both hands flat against his chest as you dragged yourself along his cock.

It was with a groan that he gripped your hips, digging his nails into your flesh and staring at your freshly pierced tits with blown eyes each time you bounced on his cock. His cock definitely twitched at the sight.

“Oh, I know. Feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” He spoke with smug pride, sitting up all the way until his chest was flushed against your stomach, careful not to snag or touch your piercings, he wrapped one arm around your waist and bucked his hips, meeting you in the middle. He sat so deep each time he fucked into you, you could feel his goddamn ring bruising your cervix.

“Yesyesyes. Feels so good.” Your little gasps and broken sobs fell in his ear as your head fell into his shoulder, at this point doing nothing more than rolling your hips against his each time he slammed into you. Your arms were thrown around his neck as you clung to him, crying pathetically into his shoulder.

“Such a pretty little thing, and such a slut, letting me use you however I want.” He spat, panting a little, each brutal drag of his cock only bringing you closer to your release. You were sputtering nothing but incoherent curses and babbling that kind of sounded like his name, your face deep on his shoulders and eyes screwed shut. “Whatcha hiding for? Take it like a big girl.”

His hand came up under your jaw, long tattooed fingers sprawled over your throat and he forced your head back, enough to be able to see your face. And he most definitely saw the way your eyes rolled back into your head and your lips fell open into a little gasp when he squeezed your throat the slightest bit.

“Of course you love that shit, huh? Like it when I hurt you a little? Choke you a little? Fuck your pussy wide open?” Sure, Erik liked hearing himself talk sometimes, but he definitely felt the way you were squeezing the fuck out of his cock with each filthy word he spat at you. He squeezed a little tighter, pounded into you a little deeper, leaving you a twitching and shuddering mess when he loosened his grip on your neck.

“Ooooh, fuckfuckfuck. Yes, God, yes, I love it.” Your broken words came out in between your soft cries, your fingers pulling and tugging at his hair with each passing second that you felt your orgasm near. You needed it so fucking bad. “Please Erik, need it, need it so bad.”

“Need what, baby? Need to come? Is that what you need?” He was mocking you now, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he admired each twist and frown of your eyebrows, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort that made you so fucking delirious. You nodded, mumbling desperate pleas. “You deserve to come, don't you? You’ve had a hard day, huh? Mmm, yeah, you deserve to feel good.”

Erik used his arm around you to hold you right where he wanted you, angling his lips just enough to drag his pierced tip over your tight walls each time he rutted his hips against your cunt. And he didn’t stop when your body twitched and shuddered on his lap, gushing and dripping all over his jeans.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it.” He grunted, his head falling back and lips parted as he fucked you through your orgasm, his own not too far behind now, unable keep himself together. He wouldn’t be able to even if he fucking wanted to. “Where do you want me, baby? Tell me where you want it.”

“Inside me, please. Want it so bad.” You whine, your words falling in his ears like a fucking prayer. You pressed your forehead against his, fingers laced in his dark hair, rolling your hips down as he gave you a few more sharp and deep thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me I swear.” He blew out a laugh, his mouth falling open and his nails digging into your side deep enough to leave marks as he spilled himself deep inside you. “Take it just like that.”

It wasn’t long before you became painfully aware of just how cold this damn place was, the ceiling fan blowing cold air against your bare back. You clung to him, still on his lap with his cum stuffed inside you. It wasn’t until your mixed releases started to seep out of your cunt and dripped onto his jeans that Erik sighed.

“Fuck, you’re messy.” He teased, smirking at the offended gasp you let out, pulling back just enough to shoot him a glare.

“I’m messy? Dude.” You scoffed, your lips slightly curved into a smile as you held his face in your hands. 

“Nah, you’re right. You’re a slut.” He looked up at you, a grin on his face and blue eyes full of mischief. Yeah, you couldn’t lie about that. You said nothing, your eyes fixated on his, your heart pounding against your chest and your stomach fluttering as you thought about how fucked you were now.

And that? That you thought about for fucking days. Any other man? Completely fucking ruined for you. You just wanted Erik, and you kept coming back for more.

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Eidetic Memory Be Damned -Spencer Reid

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•Pairing - Spencer Reid x FemFBIAgent!Reader

•Rating - 18+, Minors DNI - Smut - NSFW!!!

•Summary/Prompt - Spencer is tired of only having the memory of you to enjoy during his spicy times , so he just has to intrude into your hotel room after a case is finished…

•Warnings/Content - p in the v unprotected (hey kids- DONT DO IT) ; cursing ; Spence loves to beg to nut in you and does so ; creampie ; some pain play? (just a lil hand on the throat dealio and some hair pulling) ; LOTS of praise on both sides (good boy, pretty girl, etc) ; very mf horny lol ; (basically they do just about everything from first base to last bestie slay)

•Word Count - 3.3k

•Authorʼs Note(s) - Iʼm so mf rusty at writing smut so this is probs not the best, I just wanted to write some Spencer spice cause I had a spicy dream about him lmao RIP >_< Also this'll be my first official post of my writing on Tumblr slayyyyy

•Additional Tags - Switch!Spencer , Switch!Reader , Spencer is a needy brat LMAO , Team has ‘no ideaʼ you two are hooking up (Be so mf fr they do) , Good aftercare is so valid , Spencer loves being cuffed and teased muahaha

As much as this last case had taken out of me, I was more than happy to get to spend some time in my hotel room while the jet refueled and everyone got their bearings. Itʼs not home - far from it, Iʼd been missing my own bed for the majority of our time here in whatever state it was now - but at least it was something.

But of course, the reprieve wouldnʼt last long - a sharp knock on my door confirmed that, about 20 minutes after Iʼd laid down to sleep.

“What…ˮ I groan, frustratedly looking over at the clock.

The knock, again, more persistent this time. And I recognize its pattern now, three short tap-taps. Spencer.

My heartbeat, despite my minor annoyance at being woken up, is hammering now. Spencer seems to do that to me, from the moment Iʼd realized I have feelings for him, carrying into whatever it is that we are now. Secret trysts that Iʼm sure are no secret to our team members, especially Garcia, because sheʼd pried it out of me almost immediately and now waits in her dark little room with nothing else but excitement for the latest updates on us, it seems.

“Are you awake?ˮ A gentle but still much-too-loud voice asks.

I tumble out of bed, rushing to the door. I donʼt even have time to make sure I look okay - Iʼm much too worried about anyone else hearing him. The door is unlocked and pulled open in record time, a stunned lanky man quickly and semi-quietly forced inside.

“Spence, someoneʼs gonna hear you if you keep on like that.ˮ I chastise him, shutting and locking the door behind us. No sooner have I done so, than his lithe form overtakes me, nestling into the crook of my neck with a groan that seems both relieved and not relieved at all.

“Donʼt care,ˮ He pushes me back, until my legs meet the mattress and fold. Quickly following on top of me, he sighs, “Been too long. I miss you. You know I have an eidetic memory, yeah? Doesnʼt mean shit when Iʼm up late and even thoughts of you arenʼt enough to keep me satiated.ˮ

“Someoneʼs gonna-ˮ Hear, I want to say. He knows, of course he does. And Iʼm only half-complaining, with his lips at my neck and his leg sneaking up between mine the way he also knows.

“Donʼt care.ˮ He repeats, the low moan at the back of his throat breaking through into the silent room. ��I told you I miss you. Should I tell you about what I use my memory for? And just how much that hasnʼt been enough lately? Or should I show you?ˮ

Itʼs clearly a rhetorical question, but still, he seeks the permission I am more than happy to grant.

“Tell me. Uh, show me. I mean-ˮ

“I can do both,ˮ Even in the dark, I know heʼs got that matter of fact smirk on his lips. He reaches down, holding me by the hip with one hand while the other slips into my pajamas, a practiced motion heʼs all too good at by now. “Usually this is what I remember first. The way your skin feels, how nice it is to make you tremble beneath my touch.ˮ

I buck up, and he chuckles.

“All too eager, arenʼt you? Clearly youʼve been thinking about it too, huh, pretty girl?ˮ A pointed question he knows Iʼll struggle to answer, with his hand and his voice torturing me so.

“No eid- identical- uh, no memory recall whatever for me.ˮ

“Still wouldnʼt satiate, I bet.ˮ He remarks, casually rubbing circles and patterns over my panties. This is how he operates, surely and with no warning. A gentle but firm kiss to my jaw, and he continues, “Itʼs like that for me, at least. I know no amount of recalling how you feel under me will be enough to match just how nice it is.ˮ

Heʼs right, and of course he is; I can barely handle the teasing, the tone his voice has taken in this short amount of time. And I currently dont care if weʼre heard, either.

“Spence-ˮ

“What is it, sweetheart? Too much for you? Not enough?ˮ

“Please?ˮ

“Words, honey. Youʼve gotta use your words. Or you can show me, Iʼm okay withthat too.ˮ He guides my hand down to his.

“More.ˮ I plead, working to undress myself before his hands take over.

“You only have to ask.ˮ

True to his word, Spencer pulls the fabric away, no longer allowing it to be a block between us. Itʼs lost somewhere in the sheets as he kisses me, his practiced hands no longer in the mood to tease. He slips a finger in, and when I let out a keening whine, another, his free hand going automatically to my mouth.

“Now as much as I say I donʼt care, youʼve gotta be a little quiet for me,ˮ He goads, knowing this will only make it harder for me to do so. His breath is hot in my ear, his fingers working a motion thatʼs both breaking pent up weeks old frustration, and yet causing more tension in my belly. “Much as I love your voice. Your sounds. The-ˮ

I rut up against him, my lips opening around his thumb. He works it into my mouth, his voice lowering even further.

“Cmon, show me how much you missed me, huh, princess?ˮ

I moan, words lost in my mind as it spins. Every tug of his fingers between my thighs is building a high Iʼm chasing, and when I get to this point, Iʼm not talking - he is. And he knows it, knows the right words to say to build and break me.

“This is what Iʼm after, this is what I canʼt just remember. Because itʼs all too much to remember how good it feels to destroy you.ˮ

Please, please. I canʼt hold off much longer.

“Now are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?ˮ

I nod, lips opening and letting his hand free from my mouth as my breaths grow heavy. “Canʼt - Please, Spence, please-ˮ

He presses me further into the mattress, murmuring sweet and dirty nothings into my ear as the dam breaks and I ride my high. Iʼm far too sensitive following, and when I try to push him away for a moment, allow myself to collect some sort of reprieve before we continue, he chuckles lowly.

“See, I can recall that clear as day. But itʼs so much sweeter to have it happening in front of me, you know?ˮ He nestles in beside me, turning me to face him.

Nigh immediately, Iʼm reaching for his belt buckle. Of course he wouldnʼt have changed into comfortable clothes, not even this late- Iʼm sure this was his plan all along, and he tried to fight it as long as he could.

“Someoneʼs eager.ˮ He quips, the smirk growing.

“Youʼve got me thinking about it,ˮ I sigh, letting him maneuver himself out of the constricting clothing. “Coming over and getting me all hot and bothered. I really ought to…ˮ

“Ought to what?ˮ He goads, pulling me onto him with a low noise as we brush together. “Hmm? Are you gonna say…you ought to punish me?ˮ

I nod, rubbing back against him. He lets out a moan, hands gripping my hips tighter.

“I remember how that feels,ˮ He pulls me closer, voice dropping. “But for your sake, maybe you should refresh me.ˮ

When he reaches for me again, I pull back, pinning his hands down above his head. I know he could get out of it if he really wanted to - Iʼm strong, but not stronger than him - but he most certainly doesnʼt want to get out of it. And Iʼm enjoying it far too much to stop myself now.

“Whatʼre you gonna do, cuff me?ˮ He snaps, the bratty attitude far too practiced and already making me a soaking mess.

“I might.ˮ I reach for my pair, knowing all too well that heʼll absolutely lose it once I let go on him. I can hardly stand the anticipation. “Scared, Reid?ˮ

“Terrified. Please, donʼt. Iʼve been a good boy, I swear.ˮ

I push him back while he pleads, tightening the metal around his wrists. The look on his face, muffled as it is by the darkness of the room, is more than enough to spur me on.

“Not thinking about this at all, huh?ˮ I shed my top, if only for the knowledge that his inability to reach for my breasts drives him utterly insane. “And Iʼm sure you havenʼt spent many late nights with the memory of me riding you, have you? Havenʼt had your hands on that pretty cock of yours, thinking about how it feels when itʼs me, yeah?ˮ

“N-Not at all.ˮ

“Itʼs a shame, then.ˮ I tease, feeling him harden beneath me with every word. “Iʼll have to make you confess, I suppose.ˮ

His eyes follow my every move as I back up, slotting between his legs and bending down to kiss along his hips.

“Youʼll never get it out of me.ˮ He groans.

“Is that a promise or a challenge?ˮ I ask, not breaking eye contact as I place a kiss on his sensitive head.

“Challenge? Would I…challenge you?ˮ He still holds onto a moment of sanity, until I take him in my mouth, and itʼs lost with a sigh of, “Oh, would I.ˮ

I bob my head, my practiced motions coming in handy now. The usually-full-of- remarks Spencer Reid folds under my touch, soft deep moans and babble of confessions and wish I could pull your hair passing his lips while I work him out.

After a few moments of this, I let him free - at least from the torture of my lips.

“Where are you going? Please, I wanna cum for you, Iʼll tell you everything I did while I couldnʼt stand to wait for you.ˮ He keens.

“Oh, Iʼm far from done with you, Spence.ˮ I slowly, agonizingly slowly, climb back on top of him, making sure to back right up against him as he tightens against the cuffs. “Donʼt you worry, Iʼll have every measly confession pouring from you. You know I will.ˮ

“Please, let me out- Gotta touch you, I just gotta-ˮ

“Shh, be good for me, wonʼt you?ˮ I lift myself over his face, pressing my folds to his lips. “Unless you wanna stay in those forever.ˮ

He shakes his head, vibrating a ‘noʼ against me.

“Good. Now youʼre gonna pay your dues and clean up the mess youʼve made.ˮ

Eagerly, he laps at me like heʼs never had it before. His utter submissiveness overwhelms him, letting me ride his face to my hearts content. Words are muffled and entirely lost in it, and I know by now that the sounds Iʼm making alone will be heard, but I donʼt really care. Iʼm too far gone in how good it feels to finally have him making me cum again.

“Can I touch you now?ˮ

I slide back onto him, teasingly letting myself rest with just the edge of him pressing into my folds.

“Can you?ˮ I look pointedly at his wrists.

“I-oh, my god, clearly not, but-ˮ

“How about this?ˮ I amend. “You give me a confession, you get a reward. Sound fair?ˮ

“Yeah, sounds just fine. I couldnʼt get off without coming here, you realize that, donʼt you? Youʼre the only thing that gets me off anymo-Oh-ˮ His confession is cut short as I slide him a bit further in, just enough to spur him further. “I mean, I get off, donʼt get me wrong here. But nothing feels as good as when itʼs with you. Nothing.ˮ

“Keep going, youʼre doing good.ˮ I praise, sinking a bit deeper.

“Goddamn you feel so good.ˮ He moans. “Like, my hands canʼt even come close to this, are you kidding? I can try all I want, and believe me, I have - Oh, my god, please donʼt stop - Iʼve been trying all the time, I admit that, canʼt hardly stand being around you and not being able to just fuck you whenever I want.ˮ

I push down further, the stretch he gives me loosing my own moan. “How much do you wanna fuck me, Spence? Tell me, please.ˮ

“God, all the time. Itʼs all I can think about when I get down to it - baby, can I please touch you now?ˮ

“Punishment is a bitch, isnʼt it, Reid?ˮ I smirk, starting to push him in and out of me, slowly and with a devious grin that falters at just how damn good it is.

“Baby, Iʼm gonna get outta these and fuck you so good-ˮ

“Try it.ˮ I raise an eyebrow, stopping my motions.

“Oh- No, Iʼm sorry, please donʼt stop. Iʼll be good, I promise.ˮ

“Yeah, you will.ˮ I drop as far as I can take him, savoring the stuttered animalistic groan he lets out as I press down onto him, pulling his hair and moving my hips around him. As he is want to do, heʼs thrusting up into me, even if heʼs unable to reach me with his hands held up as they are. “Eager, sweet boy. Iʼm gonna ruin you.ˮ

And ruin him, I do. The tension and heat in my belly rides and breaks several times, with him unable to form real words except for the continuous begging of please donʼt stop repeated on a loop until I feel Iʼm satisfied with his demeanor.

Once Iʼve tortured him enough, I reach for the cuffs, ready to let him off the leash - knowing that once I do, the balance will shift. Truthfully, Iʼm just eager to let him be true to his word and fuck me like heʼs been dying to.

“You donʼt need any more confessions from me, then?ˮ He huffs, sweat slicked across his brow from the effort of holding back - though heʼs not really done so, has he?

“One last one, I suppose.ˮ I pull off of him, and the pout he gives nearly makes me sit right back down on him again.

“Alright, Iʼll be good and honest with you, then.ˮ He continues while I set to unlocking the cuffs, “You know the other day, just after we got the final piece of evidence put together?ˮ

I nod.

ˮI was so psyched, I couldʼve taken you right there. I donʼt care that everyone would have known, would have seen. Itʼs just something you do to me.ˮ He finishes, his tone light. Oh boy, Iʼm about to get railed. “I love you. And now Iʼm gonna fuck you like Iʼve been wanting to for weeks.ˮ

No sooner is he free, tearing off the shirt he was wearing and looming over me with the hungriest of looks at my body before pressing himself into me. No wait, no teasing - heʼs not got the control for it, clearly, and Iʼm not complaining one bit.

“Next time, you get the cuffs, pretty girl.ˮ He promises, his hands all over my body now that he can manage it. Hard, precise thrusts, his voice heavy and fucked-out.

“And Iʼll show you just what Iʼve been wanting to do that Iʼm gonna savor in my mind after.ˮ

My nails are leaving deep trails in his back, surely leading to marks that would raise questions if anyone else saw. Heʼs so far in me, almost bottomed out, and itʼs almost too much and yet not enough all at once. I pull him closer, and his hand tangles in my hair while the other clasps around my throat.

“Youʼre all mine.ˮ Spencer growls - truly, thereʼs not other word for it, the purely animal drive taking him to a world where itʼs just us, just this. And Iʼm there too, crying out with the ecstasy his body causes my own.

“All yours.ˮ

“Thatʼs right, pretty girl. Say it for me, I wanna hear you say it.ˮ

“Iʼm all yours, Spence- oh, my god-ˮ

“Good, thatʼs good. My pretty girl. Youʼre so tight, you feel so good wrapped around me, donʼt you? God, what a sight.ˮ Here he is, in his rambles now, and I can hardly contain how close I am. “Wanna tell everyone this is mine. Iʼm the only one that gets to have you, gets to fuck you like this. See you break for me. Only me.ˮ

“Only you, Spence, only you-ˮ

“Cʼmon, I know youʼre close, I can feel it. You get so much tighter, god, if itʼs even possible-ˮ

“Spencer-ˮ

“Thatʼs my girl, cum for me.ˮ

“Donʼt stop-ˮ I can feel the cord in me ready to snap, chasing my most intense orgasm of the night with his words and the feeling of him slamming so deep inside me. “More, Spence, you can give me more-ˮ

“Sweet girl, of course, I know you can handle it.ˮ He pushes himself fully in, my breath catching at the slight pain, yet itʼs still so good, I canʼt stop it, I donʼt want to. “Want me to fuck you so good with all of me, donʼt you?ˮ

I nod against his grasp, and he loosens it a bit, kissing me fervently.

“Please, please cum for me, I wanna feel you all over me, beautiful.ˮ He reaches down, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. Itʼs the last thing I need to send me over that edge, and I cry out, his name slipping past my lips unwarranted. “Oh, baby, love how you say my name. Like itʼs a prayer, like Iʼm a god.ˮ

“Donʼt stop, Spence-ˮ

“Iʼm close, baby- Oh, I wanna cum in you-ˮ

Another orgasm follows near immediately after this one, and Iʼm grasping at him while heʼs chasing his own, his hands fumbling and his thrusts getting sloppy. He grips the sheets, his breaths stunted.

“Cum in me, please-ˮ

“Iʼm gonna, god, Iʼm so fuckinʼ close-ˮ He tightens around me, muscles shaking as he lets loose, and now itʼs his turn to moan my name a lot louder than he should while he cums. Heʼs so pretty when he does, too - the crease that works between his brows, the round pucker to his lips. Partly through, he kisses me, hard. And when heʼs done, his grip loosens, falling slack on top of me with a contented sigh.

A few moments pass where he just holds me, peppering soft kisses across my face and telling me you did such a good job, baby. Then, he pops up with a smile and comes back with water and a towel, cleaning up after himself.

“Satisfied?ˮ I chuckle, slowly pulling my clothes back on.

“Almost.ˮ He dips his head down, capturing a nipple in his mouth for a few moments. I groan, overstimulated, but still too happy to appease him. “Now, Iʼm satisfied. Iʼm staying in here, okay? Donʼt care if someone sees at this point.ˮ

“Spence?ˮ

“Mmhm?ˮ

“I love you, too.ˮ

[koaflower]

hi koalaflower! could you maybe do a rin x reader where the reader’s not allowed to finish? he keeps teasing them over and over until they’re shaking, begging, totally desperate 😩 basically rin edging the reader hehe 😁

btw i love your fics sooo much!! 😍💕 the way you write hits so different—it’s super comforting fr 🔥❤️‍🔥 hope you’re eating well and getting good rest too 💓💖💋 (totally okay to ignore this if it makes you uncomfy, no worries!!)

rin itoshi !

edging you while he eats you out ⋆｡°✩

includes. afab!reader. aged-up itoshi rin. EXPLICIT smut. fingering, cunninglingus, orgasm denial, edging, jealousy.

a/n. was kicking my feet and giggling when i read this ask. i hope you’re healthy and eating well too :) here’s rin as a sadistic, jealous cunt for you. hope you enjoy !!

word count. 623

“what’d he say?”

dark tufts of teal tickle your inner thighs as rin’s rough tongue flattens over your slick folds, fingers spreading you open to lap up every bead of sticky nectar. his voice is a muffled sound against your wet cunt, nose nudging the sensitive underside of your clit.

“h-huh..?” you blink down at him, eyes half-lidded and bleary. he’d been at this for almost half an hour, bringing you to the sweet precipice of release and back down. his vibrant, teal eyes remain locked onto yours as a calloused finger traces the rim of your entrance.

“to make you laugh,” he murmurs, easily pushing it inside. your velvet walls welcome him greedily, fluttering around his single digit before sucking him in.

“mmf… who?”

“that pink antennaed freak.” your brows scrunch together in confusion, a light flush dusting your pretty features. it’s hard to think with his warm tongue delving in and out between your folds. he huffs, half-amused and half-annoyed at your obliviousness as he spits onto your already soaked pussy, swirling the saliva around with his finger.

“shidou,” he says the name like it’s poison, estranged syllables that shouldn’t fit together the way they do. your lips fall open in recognition, finally processing his question. it was nothing short of friendly, really—a two to three minute conversation as passing acquaintances. the blond had approached you while you were waiting for your boyfriend to emerge from pxg’s locker room. you didn’t even think he saw, much less cared. “n-nothing. asked how we… ah… met. ‘sstuff like that.”

“told you to wait for me.”

“but he—“

“shut up.” his tongue swirls around your clit, effectively silencing you as he presses his nose flush against your pelvis. rin looks up at you through long, fluttering lashes, an intensity in his gaze that borders on possessiveness. “don’t talk t’ him again.”

“‘m sorry, rin. please. need you—“

”wait.” he’s feeling impatient himself, but he wants to take his time with you. wants to draw this out. “you can listen the second time ‘round, can’t you?”

“shit, please.” he’s quiet, working you to the edge as the rough pad of his fingertip brushes against your sweet spot. “can’t..! dunno if…” he doesn’t let you finish, tongue lapping up the sugary excess of your arousal. “fucking asshole. always touching things that aren’t his,” he mumbles to himself, transfixed on one thing and one thing only—proving himself to you.

“rin! god, please.” there’s an obscene squelch, squelch, squelch as his finger pistons in and out, lips closing around your hardened clit. you’re so close, tightening around his digit with those cute, wanton cries, and fuck, if the sight doesn’t make his cock jump. “won’t do it a—hngh—gain! won’t talk to him. please, please, baby, need you so bad.” he doesn’t slow, only watching even as big, fat tears cascade down your rosy cheeks. he’s too far in, so mesmerized, and you’ve never looked so beautiful.

“yeah?” you nod, gripping at the back of his head. “y-yeah!” he hooks his arms around your legs, pulling you closer. you taste good, a flavor that’s so specifically you. he scoffs, “doubt it.”

you whine, eyes blown wide at the onslaught of sensations he was giving you. you’re his precious girlfriend, and he knows you’d never cheat. but seeing you with shidou—that shitty hare-brained eyesore—of all people, was more than his fragile little ego could handle. downright disrespectful, even. rin plants a sweet kiss against your cunt, an almost sadistic gleam in his eyes as he looks up at you, hooking your leg over his shoulder before he slides a second finger in.

“gonna keep you here ‘til you learn how to be patient. that fine with you, pretty girl?”

[anakinstwinklebunny]

hey there !! your teen!dad scott barringer fic was soooo cute and fluffy, i love the way you write so much fr. I was wondering if you could possibly write another teen!dad scott barringer fic where he’s doing his little girls hair the minute it gets long enough, because he has just been waiting to do anything more than a little sprout on her head and his gf/baby mama walks in laughing at him a little please

PAIRING: teenage dad!scott barringer x ava

FLUFF ❦

SCOTT BARRINGER had never concentrated so hard in his life. Not when he cheated during another stupid test, not even when he had to lead football team. But maybe parenting made you just..more? In every way. His brow was furrowed, tongue caught between his teeth, hands trembling slightly as he struggled with a tiny pink hair tie that was way too small for his long fingers. Ava sat in front of him, perched on the coffee table, little legs kicking back and forth as she watched her dad with a sweet, sleepy smile (she just woke up).

Her hair was finally long enough to do something with — barely. Just a few soft, wispy curls that Scott had been dying to put into pigtails for weeks now. He’d been staring at little girls in the grocery store, eyes locked on their neatly done hair, feeling that stupid ache in his chest that he’d never admit to.

Now it was finally his chance.

And he was butchering it.

"Hold still, Missy," Scott muttered, fingers trembling as he tried to loop the hair tie around Ava’s tiny, slippery ponytail. "Just one more… hold still, dammit —"

Ava giggled, a sweet, bubbly sound that made Scott’s heart melt and ache all at once. "Daddy say dammit," she sang, eyes twinkling.

Scott winced. "No, no, don’t say that. Bad word. Daddy’s a bad boy. Don’t say dammit."

Ava just laughed, tilting her head to the side, and the half-done ponytail slipped right out of his fingers. "Shit!" Scott hissed, catching it just in time, trying to gather her curls again. Ava kept wiggling, tiny hands reaching back to bat at his fingers, and Scott was sweating bullets, teeth gritted, feeling like he was about to lose his damn mind.

"What are you doing?" your voice was soft and warm, but it still made Scott jump. He glanced up, and there you were, standing in the doorway with one hand on your hip and a grin playing at your lips. Your eyes were shining, and Scott’s ears burned red.

"Nothing," he muttered, cheeks hot, hands still tangled in Ava’s curls. "Just… her hair was in her face, so…"

You bit back a laugh, stepping closer, and Scott’s eyes dropped back down to his work, face burning as he tried to pretend he wasn’t blushing like a goddamn idiot.

"Are you doing pigtails?" you asked, voice all soft and teasing.

"I told you I'd do them" Scott grumbled, looping the hair tie again — and snapping it against his finger. "Shit — I mean — dammit — I mean —"

Ava giggled again, tiny hands clapping. "Daddy say dammit! Daddy say dammit!"

You just kept smiling, dropping down to your knees in front of Ava, brushing a soft kiss over her chubby little cheek. "Look at you, pretty girl," you cooed, eyes sparkling. "Daddy’s making you so fancy."

Ava beamed, eyes bright. "Daddy make me fancy!"

Scott’s hands finally stilled, the last hair tie secure, and he sat back with a heavy, exhausted sigh. "There," he muttered, feeling weirdly proud and stupidly anxious all at once. "Done."

You leaned back, hands on your knees, taking in the sight of your daughter with two tiny, uneven pigtails sticking up at odd angles, one a little higher than the other, both loose and messy but… still beautiful. You smiled, eyes warm as you looked up at Scott. "She looks beautiful."

"Yeah," he murmured, voice rough and low. "She does."

Ava twisted around to look at him, eyes wide, curls bouncing. "Daddy, pretty?"

Scott leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, fingers stroking through those wild, messy little pigtails he’d worked so hard on. "The prettiest," he said, voice soft, proud "Daddy’s pretty girl."

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[s74rm4n]

Where The Silence Hides (Pt. 1)

Authors Note: The people spoke, I listened. I tried to keep the same moment, but with Wally west bc that’s really my man fr.

Word Count: 851

Tw: Teen pregnancy, Swearing, mentions of sex, neglectful family

Sypnosis: You got pregnant after a team up mission with Wally west. What will reader do when she finds out?

The grandfather clock in the manor was deafening, you could hear it even from outside your window.

You'd just slipped back in from another one of Amanda Waller’s spontaneous missions. It went smoothly, as usual. But the suit clinging to your skin no longer felt like armor. It felt like a prison.

A sudden knock at your door broke the silence.

“Miss? You’ve been inside all day?”

Alfred. Shit.

You glanced at the time 11:42 PM. Late, but not too late for your so-called “family” to still be occupied elsewhere.

“Sorry, Alfred! One second!”

You quickly shoved the suit under your bed and rushed to open the door. Alfred stood there with his usual calm expression, holding a tray with tea and scones.

“Alfred, you shouldn’t have. It’s a bit late for tea,” you said, smiling warmly. Alfred was the only person in this house who ever felt at home.

“You’ve been in your room all day,” he said gently. “Is everything alright, Miss?”

You knew he meant it. Ever since you were dropped off here, twelve years old and already forgotten. Alfred had been more of a father to you than Bruce ever tried to be. A best friend in a house full of ghosts.

“Everything’s just fine,” you said.

A lie.

One he could see straight through.

You’d been waking up nauseous. Exhausted, no matter how much you slept. Running to the bathroom more than usual. It had all started about a week ago, right after you woke up for school and barely made it to the toilet before throwing up.

You can remember that moment all too well. The taste of bile, the dizziness, the pounding in your head. At first, you thought it was a fever. Or something you got from too many sleepless nights and dangerous assignments from Amanda.

But consciously, you knew what was happening.

You walk across the room, pull open your nightstand drawer. Shove aside old mission files, a burner phone, and a broken communicator until you find it: the pregnancy test. Hidden in a black envelope, unopened.

You haven’t had the guts to take it. Not yet.

Because taking it means admitting something happened, admitting that you slipped up. That you’re not as careful or as cold as A.R.G.U.S. thinks you are.

But your hands are already moving.

You’re already heading to the bathroom.

As you walk down the halls, you hear him—Kid Flash. His voice cuts through the noise, and it sends a chill down your spine. He’s laughing at something, probably said by Dick. You didn’t realize they came home early.

You remember. Just a few weeks ago, his hands were sliding down your chest, gripping your hips like he couldn’t get enough. Your lips had been locked, breath tangled, and the only sound you could manage was a moan swallowed by his mouth.

You had slammed the door shut behind you that night. Gulped down a glass of water, desperate to ground yourself before even daring to take a breath. You knew you messed up. So did he. You both knew it was wrong.

But it didn’t stop you.

That night, the two of you kissed and fucked away months of pent-up tension and months of side glances, silent promises, and words never spoken.

And now… It’s only right that you take the test. You have to know. You need to know. Before anything else happens, before you move on.

You've waited the longest three minutes of your life, and honestly, you don’t know if you want to know. But you look anyway.

Two pink lines.

Oh god, your family’s going to kill you. What will A.R.G.U.S. do? What will you do? What’s your life going to look like now? All these questions dig into your mind and haunt you. Should you tell him? When will you see him?

You take the test and quickly start walking towards your room. “Where are you going so fast?” A voice raises your heart rate, surely it’s about to jump out of your chest. You quickly shove the test into your pocket.

“What was that?” The redhead quickly notices, “It’s nothing. Why are you here?” You deflect. “What’s been wrong with you recently? Hiding something?” Wally taunted. “No!” You stated way too quickly.

It’s been obvious since it happened. You’re pregnant, and he should know.

Instead, you roll your eyes and walk straight into your bedroom, muttering something about needing sleep. You can feel his eyes on your back, full of suspicion and concern.

Once you close the door, alone in your room, you lock the door and lean against it, breathing heavily. The pregnancy test in your pocket feels like it’s burning through your skin. You look at it again, hoping and secretly praying that the lines will turn into one.

Two lines.

You move to your bed, blinking through tears that spill out. What if he doesn’t want this? Am I even ready? Your mind kills you.

And then your communicator buzzes. A message from A.R.G.U.S.

"Briefing. Now. - Waller"

Perfect timing. Your so screwed.

[tojisun]

OMG. the helmet!!:!!:!: this might be biker simon https://pin.it/3aqBTs5

holy fuck the details on that??? AND THE MUSSY HAIR????

THIS MIGHT BE BIKER!SIMON FR

…ok but it def terrified you when you first saw his helmet 😭

you’ve been hearing johnny joke about simon being in his emo phase, talking about a skull helmet and teasingly call it cringe so you had… low expectations about what it could look like. you’ve seen graphic art on helmets before so you ascribed those to simon’s – a helmet you haven’t seen yet given that simon kept picking you up with his car instead so you never got the chance to glance at the art.

one night, simon messaged you saying that he’d crash at your place for the time being. the meet dragged on, apparently it’s because many members were preparing for the upcoming rally, and you replied to him, saying that he give you a call so you can unlock the door for him.

it’s two in the morning when simon calls, his muffled voice ragged from exhaustion as he tells you he’s outside. you mumble sleepily to him, dismissing his murmured apologies as you amble towards your door.

you peer through the peephole, fear dousing your previous exhaustion because what the fuck is that on the other side of your door.

“sweetheart?” simon’s voice crackles from your phone and you jolt, air rushing back into your lungs. you quietly turn, speeding away from your door to lock yourself in your bathroom, panicked breaths rasping from your dry lips.

“si,” you whisper, your voice broken from a building sob. “there’s someone outside my apartment.”

“what?!” simon replies, his own exhaustion morphing into concern. “do you see them from your room? are you safe?”

“yes,” you murmur, afraid to speak any louder. “i-i don’t know where you are right now but i saw them from my peephole and- si, i’m scared.”

there is an unusual pause on the other line, something you don’t expect from simon, before hearing him breathe in deeply and exhale with a trembling laugh.

“shit, baby,” he says, his voice racked with mirth. “fuck, this is on me but, uh, that’s me that you saw.”

…what?

“what?” you repeat out loud.

“what you might’ve seen is my helmet. remember how i customized it with a skull design?” he clarifies, still sounding so fond before a muffled thumping echoes from his line. then, “i removed my helmet so if you want to check again, you’d see it’s me.”

you nibble on your bottom lip, feeling your heart begin to calm down. “y’promise?”

“on my life, baby.”

that’s all you needed before tiptoeing back to your door, hearing the way simon is still murmuring soft assurances of your safety, and peering through the peephole. you see simon – mussed up hair and exhausted eyes, but that’s simon alright.

you fling your door open, forgetting that you were in a call with him, and instantly dive into his arms. simon catches you with a quiet oof before fixing his arms around you properly.

“shh,” simon whispers, pressing kisses on the top of your head. “i’m home now. y’r safe.”

“m’sorry,” you sniff, embarrassment filling you up now as the panic completely bleeds away.

simon chuckles before pinching your chin to make you look at him. he smiles at you softly when you finally meet his eyes. “nothin’ to be sorry for, baby. i’m proud of you for going to safety and telling me right away.” he kisses your forehead. “you did good, sweetheart.”

he cuddles you as you two sleep and tomorrow morning, he shows you his helmet.

he pulls you to his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder as he points at the engraving, telling you about the multiple trial-and-error helmets he’s gone through until he’s finally found the one that he truly liked.

“mm, it’s pretty,” you say, pretending last night didn’t happen

simon kisses your neck. “i’m glad y’like it.”

your lips wobble at the realization that simon is also down to pretend with you.

you shift on his lap and pepper his face with kisses, humming in delight when warm palms cup your ass to push you closer towards him.

(simon doesn’t tell johnny but johnny knows anyway. he drops beside you with a crooked grin, his shoulder bumping yours.

“so you finally saw the helmet?” he asks.

you nod, ignoring the sudden warmth of embarrassment that fills your cheeks. johnny laughs.

“scary, huh?”

“yup,” you say, popping the ‘p’.

he hums, shaking his head. “made me almost piss my pants, lass. y’r not alone.”

that punches a laughter out of you.)

i live for johnny n reader friendship <333

also ignore how long-ish this turned out again 😭 my fingers truly slipped

[xaythefreak]

Hey, its me the "old man bots yaoi couples" enjoyer the one who sent to you. Im here to bring me more because im quite normal about drift and ratchet. Very normal...

(Why have one bot, when you can have two?.. heh.. it's a package deal. Im so sigma/hj/silly)

Anyway-!! AHEM burps this at u:

Drift truly believes you’re the missing third spark to his and Ratchet’s bond— that Primus wants the three of you to be together. Every word, glance, or moment of kindness from you is a sign. Even your fear? Drift chalks it up to being overwhelmed by fate.

Drift constantly calls you little one, starlight, or our spark. Yes, our. He already sees you as part of the bond. (Sweetspark, sparkmate..... we need more nicknames, like- "my sweet discord kitten e-liaison. Our darling mate human-") gets shot 98 times

He tells Ratchet every night how lucky they are to have "found you".

Ratchet isn’t delusional— he knows you didn’t agree to any of this. But that doesn’t matter. You’re his patient, his responsibility. His.

He monitors your vitals 24/7, programs the doors to restrict your movement, and disables any datapad you try to send out.

Ratchet is sharper, more grounded— he knows your relationship isn’t real… yet. But that doesn’t stop him from locking down your access routes and tracking your vitals obsessively. (Him and the other scientists bots or smth. A working together. Brainstorm and percy is right at his back yayaya)

He rationalizes his obsession as safety: the Lost Light is dangerous, and your body is too fragile for normal routines. (Be so fr like, imagine if we sneeze or crack our fingers infront of him and he's go haywire and panic mode, thinking if we're terribly ill or sick or smth.)

He controls what you eat, where you sleep, and who you talk to— because no one else is qualified to handle a human. (I like to see other bots fighting for our reader ass smh. Its like watching a cat fight/j..)

He sometimes argues with Drift about being too fast or too gentle, but they always circle back to the same thing:

“We love them. We’re the only ones who do.”

You are now the squishy center of one very obsessed, very in-sync, very delusional mech-marriage. (Time to sign the marriage papers or sparkbond or smth.. idk)

(Look at this old ass love sickfools... they make me SICK/ affectionately)

Something about drift being delusional and ratchet being possessive and protective towards reader, scratches my brain right and flip my the switch very good.... oh my primus, they're so overbearing perhaps overwhelming— i migjt explode right here, right now!!!!!! /hj.... (I migjt send this more in your inbox if thats okay w yoi. In honesty i was nervous to send this at you 😭😭😭)

from this day fourth you shall be called "old man yaoi anon" /j

but AAAAAAAA jumping around shaking the bars of my enclosure /pos

save me old man yaoi save me,,,

doing kinky medical shit with ratchet as Drift praises us as he jorks it woah what was that must've been the wind /j

BUT this is so cute,,, both of them being delusional ass old men who just wants to keep their precious lil human safe <33

Imagine if Ratchet finds a way to you pregnant w/ him and Drifts sparkling,,,, oooohhh,, oughhhh,,,,

also PLEASE send more stuff in my inbox if you want!! i LOVE YAPPING!!!!!! /gen /nf

[sharkwebber]

Somebody's watching me (Oscar Piastri x reader)

part two series masterlist

"Tell me who's watching? Who's watching me?" - Somebody's watching me by Rockwell

Two days later, you see that creep again.

You’re on your way inside when he’s heading towards the exit, and now you have a better chance at taking a good look at him. Baggy jeans, a simple black tee, and sneakers–a look oddly average by Monaco standards. 

His brown eyes are locked on you again. 

He’s watching you like some predator when it stalks its prey, and your mouth dries from the fear of what he might be capable of. Lucky for you, the hall isn’t empty, there’s a younger couple on the side, clearly waiting for someone. 

But they aren’t paying attention, they’re too lost in their own little conversation.

Then your eyes move to the security camera behind him through your sunglasses, and the thought of everything that happens here being recorded makes you surprisingly happy for the first time since you moved in a few weeks ago.

When he gets closer, you inhale deeply through your nose and pass him by as if you weren’t terrified, as if you weren’t planning on running past him, leaving your dignity behind. Because how could you care about dignity when you’re scared of some stranger? 

His arm moves a little when you’re next to each other, just enough to let his hand brush yours like it was an accident until you yank it away, out of his reach. 

You don’t miss the sharp breath he takes, probably not happy that you reacted like this. 

When he gets far enough, you exhale slowly and continue your way to the elevators. It’s okay, you tell yourself over and over again, right until someone walks straight into you. 

Well, it was a mutually caused accident, because it’s not like you were looking either. 

“Shit, sorry, I wasn’t looking where I–” the stranger begins, but he suddenly falls silent. 

You look up to see who’s apologizing to you, and your breath catches in your throat at the sight. This guy in front of you looks so much like the creep, but he just left, he can’t be the same person. 

And the clothes are different, too, this guy is wearing shorts with a hoodie, a strange combination that you can’t really understand in the middle of the summer heat. 

He frowns as he’s watching you, then he hesitantly asks, “Are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost or something.”

Whoever he is, his voice is strangely soothing, even if it’s not full of worry, just general curiosity.

And he’s definitely an Aussie, you could recognize that accent anywhere.

You take a deep breath, hesitating a little because you don’t know how much to tell him. He’s a stranger. Just like the creep. You can never be sure when someone’s a serial killer disguised as a nice guy. One weirdo is more than necessary, you don’t need another one in your life. 

Crap, you need to stop binge-watching Criminal Minds asap. 

“Yeah, I’m good, just wasn’t looking where I was going,” you say in the end. 

He nods, then his eyes suddenly widen. “Wait a second, you’re the new neighbor in no. thirty-eight, right?”

His question, one that sounds completely innocent and casual, catches you off-guard. Why and how does he know that? Maybe he really is creep number two. 

As if he could read your thoughts, he flashes a half-smile at you. “I’m Oscar. I live two doors down on the same floor. I caught a glimpse of you the other day and had no idea who you were. Guess there was a change in ownership while I was away for a few weeks.”

“Oh, in that case, hi. I’m Y/N,” you introduce yourself with a smile. 

It feels like the whole conversation has suddenly shifted. You’re not uncomfortable anymore, in fact, you feel a lot better now. There’s something about this guy that now fills you with a sense of security, which is quite ridiculous considering you’ve just met him. 

Still, it’s hard to shake off this warm feeling. 

It’s the exact opposite of the one you feel when that creep shows up. 

Oscar clears his throat as he pulls out his phone from the pocket of his shorts and takes a look at the screen. “I’d better get going if I don’t want my arse to be kicked. It was nice to finally meet you, though,” he says. 

You nod, then wave goodbye as he moves past you. 

But then, just when you take a step forward, you hear his voice from behind you. “Hey, have you had a housewarming party?”

You turn around, watch him with a crease between your brows for a moment, then shake your head. To be honest, you’ve been too busy to think about such things.

He jogs back to you with a barely visible smile, his hand already reaching for his phone again. “That’s a shame, so we’ve gotta do something about it.” The device is soon unlocked, and he hands it over to you with a new contact entry open. “Why don’t you give me your number so we can organize it together?”

“Are you always this straightforward?”

“Only if I want something.” You freeze, eyes wide in surprise. “The party. I want the party,” he’s quick to clarify. 

“Mm-hm, the party,” you mumble as you type your number into the phone nonetheless. 

When you look up and give back the phone, Oscar rolls his eyes. “So you’re one with dirty thoughts. Naughty girl.”

“I’m not!”

He shrugs. “Prove it. But later, I really have to go now.”

You flash a smile at him as a greeting, then turn around to head to the elevators again. But out of the corner of your eye, you don’t miss the familiar figure standing outside, looking inside through the glass wall. 

The creep. 

He’s still here, watching you, and his eyes are glued to Oscar now. 

What the hell is his problem?

[sweet3nerrr]

here?

drunk fucking in a pool at a party

imagine back it up- josh baker is playing in the back fr (unreleased so listen on soundcloud TRUSTTT)

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"I love this song", you slurred as you tread water in the pool with your friends. it'd been a couple hours since you got to the party and with you shotting back pure vodka, you were pushing drunk. "I know, me t-too", your friend joins in, pushing the water towards you. as you messed around with your mates, a random guy comes over to you.

"god damn, you look fine", he says biting his lip. you ignore him, trying to swim over to your friends who've now swam over to the pool ledge and are talking. "hey, come on, im just tryna get to know you", he smirks standing in front of you. "thanks, I need to get to my friends", you exclaim looking over his shoulder. "dont worry about them, I can give you what you need", his smile now grossly large, eyeing you up and down. "you wanna join me upstairs?", he leans in moving his hands towards your hips.

"fuck off, dude", a voice comes from behind you. you spin around to see billie, your girlfriend. "she's fine here", she adds, wrapping her hands around your waist as she pulls you into her. the water warm on your skin, you smile at her feeling safe in her touch. "uhm, who are you?", he laughs moving even closer to you. billies demeanour changes. she goes from being nice to now looking like she wants to beat the shit out of him. "seriously, fuck off", she says locking eyes with him. he glares at her before calling her a crazy bitch and swimming away.

"finally made it", you mumble as she kisses you, wet skin pressing on each other. "perfect timing too, right?", she teases. the way her two piece swim suit hugs her has you going crazy. her blonde strands falling over her face perfectly. "I told you id come", she says before pulling your thighs around her. not many people were outside but, your friend who was throwing the party calls everyone in to watch her cut her birthday cake. "lets go". you move towards the stairs as billies hand grabs your wrist. "how about, we have some fun, now that everyone will be away, hm?".

she knew what you were like, how risks excited you. "are you for real?”, you ask your voice an octave lower. she nods sliding her hands down to your ass. it was only you guys outside, you could see the silhouettes of your friends faintly through the glass door. they weren't paying any attention to you.

taking the hint, you wrap your arms around billie, kissing her harshly as she roams your body. "fuck me", you whisper, biting her bottom lip. she smiles, showing you she's about to lose control. she turns you around, pressing your ass against her pelvis. her lips connect with the back of your neck, whilst her hand starts dancing near your pussy. "wonder how wet you are", she taunts as she bites your skin. "are my fingers gonna slide in?". the raspiness of her voice has you spiralling. "just fuck me bils", you plead digging your nails into her arm.

billies fingers connect with your clit, shooting sparks through your body. "fuck babe", you cry throwing your head back. 'shh, not so loud pretty girl", she says as she traces the patterns faster around your clit. “right here?". she was cocky. she knew what she did to you, how crazy she drove you. "mhm, faster", you whimper as you grasp onto nothing. the water around you providing a weak structure to grab onto.

billies breath was numbing against your neck as she whispered sweet, filthy nothings into your skin. "tell me what you need sweetheart". "inside me billie, please", you reply, moving her hand towards your throbbing hole. "you can do better than that, beg me". she skins her teeth into your neck as your back arches into her, desperate to feel her inside you. "please billie, please, ill be so good for you", your words broken as she finally pushes into you.

"fuck, youre so tight", she admits as her fingers stretch you out. "sucking me in entirely". she was like fire, burning you in every right place. the tension inside you dared to build as her pace got faster. "youre so fuckimg dee-", billies hand cut you off. she threw her hand around your mouth as faint footsteps got louder. "wait, be quiet love", she whispers as her fingers still move inside you. your eyes roll back.

"okay, they’re gone. let it out sweet girl", she groans as she hits your spot repeatedly. your throat swallowed your moans as you struggled to let her hear how good she made you feel. "bils”, you let out breathlessly, reaching back to tangle your hands in her hair. you couldnt help picture how the two of you looked right now. fuck. it was so hot. her behind you, kissing your neck shoving herself so deep inside you while you threw your head back, echoing her name, chasing your high.

"I can feel you clenching darling", she whines as her pace gets faster and harder. you were seconds away from cumming, feeling as her boy pressed against yours. "say it". "please, let me cum”, you moan as the tension knots in your stomach. the way she clawed at your skin told you she was ready for you to release and so, you did. hard. eyes sealed shut as pained moans spun out your throat that was being attacked by your girlfriends tongue.

you shook as you came down from your high. turning around to face your girlfriend, you leaned into her. "satisfied?", she asks innocently.