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comeuppance | qz!j.m. x f!reader

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pairing: qz!joel miller x f!reader summary: [post outbreak] when your recklessness causes an arms deal to go south, joel makes sure you regret it. warnings: (18+ mdni) qz!joel, age gap (late 20s/early 50s), written with hbo!joel in mind but with game!joel lore, guns, mentioned executions, misogynistic names outside (and in!) a sexual context, canon-typical violence as in murder (joel kills a soldier 'on-screen'), reader is a little shit but joel is worse, darkish & dubcon, spanking as a punishment, gunplay, attempted boot humping, degradation, humiliation, one kick to the cunt, mean!joel, orgasm denial [no use of y/n] word count: 2.7k a/n: this is my (admittedly late) submission for @iamasaddie's writing challenge 2.0! my prompt was 'you can't hide forever'. the genre was technically dark but joel himself isn't scarily dark here. thank you so much to aly for, once again, bringing this fandom together with her challenges. it's a steep task but she does a great job every time! and even more thanks to @joelsdagger and @lovesickonmybed for helping me brainstorm! (i have half of a brain without my wonderfully creative friends).

It only takes one deal gone south to fuck everything up.

You know the compass is already ticking that way the moment you and Joel, your longtime smuggling partner, enter the abandoned warehouse. Much like everything else in the Boston QZ, it’s falling apart. The corrugated metal walls are pitted with rust, and old blood is caked all over the floors. In another life, it might’ve been a slaughterhouse, but there’s no real way of knowing. It’s been long enough that any signage has deteriorated. The building’s state of decay, however, isn’t what messes things up.

It’s the singular man that walks in from the opposite side of the atrium.

FEDRA’s favorite executioner. Slitted eyes far apart, thinned out lips, and graying black hair. Rarely seen away from the gallows, only recognizable to you from all of the nightmares you’ve had of his face being the last you see.

If it were drugs, you’d think nothing of it. FEDRA soldiers buy quietly from you all of the time – but they have no need for guns that they don’t already have.

Joel steps forward, merchandise in the duffel bag over his shoulder, none the wiser. A knot ties itself in the base of your throat. You’re too busy trying to figure out what to do, what to do, what to do that you barely even realize that the soldier has a gun aimed right between your eyes until you’re looking right down the barrel.

Your hand jerks to your holster, drawing your pistol in one swipe.

“Drop your fucking gun!” he barks in your direction. It clatters out of your hands. “Don’t you dare fucking move.” Your hands fly up as you take a step back, nearly stumbling into a nearby crate. “Joel Miller and his bitch,” the man sneers. “What a lucky find. You two have quite the bounty on your heads.”

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Joel says, face completely blank.

“Easy for you to say,” the guard says with a nagging smirk. “Your little cunt here already did. Pretty fucking dumb not to check who you’re selling your merchandise to, huh?”

Joel tenses, ultimately huffing through his nose. “Can we get this over with?”

“I’ll make it easy, Miller. Come with me alive so I get paid, or come with me dead so I still get paid.”

Joel’s fingers twitch behind his back, and after almost three years of working with him, it’s impossible not to pick up on the subtext. Keep him busy. His hand is already reaching for the revolver in his back pocket.

“Turn the other way. I can make this worth your time,” you say. “But you’re lucky if those sons of bitches you work for even offer you half the reward they’ve posted for us. Dragging the bodies from Area 5 to the closest checkpoint… you’d have your work cut out for you.”

“Yeah fucking right,” he spits. “You two have been running around free for too damn long. Causing too much trouble. Not anymo–”

The man’s mouth freezes around the words by the time the bullet soars throat the canvas fabric of Joel’s duffel bag and through the man’s jugular. The soldier’s hands claw for his throat while he gargles on the blood as he begins the descent to the ground. New blood, still pumping directionless from the split artery, joins the old.

Much like him, where he’s slumping against the ground, chest moving until the very end, your hands clutch at your own throat. “We need to go,” you say, knowing the rest of FEDRA will come looking for the firefight at any second now. Joel doesn’t move. “Joel!” You reach out to tug his sleeve, but he doesn’t react. “Jesus– move!”

Joel turns to face you, gun still hanging from his hand. His fingers flex around the grip. “What the hell were you thinkin’, little girl?” You can hear his breathing, amplified from how close he is to you. His once inexpressive face is now red, lips curled, skin tight like a crushed soda can.

“I– what?”

“Not vettin’ your buyers. First fuckin’ thing I told you all them years ago, wasn’t it? Gotta check so you don’t sell shit to the wrong guy, yeah?” He stalks closer to you – you stumble back.

Not vetting the now dead executioner, whose blood is currently creeping up to the soles of your boots. Your mistake, yes, a potentially catastrophic one that you’ll definitely never make again after this, but he’d been on your ass about finding buyers and after an entire day of burning bodies, the last thing you wanted to do was go asking around about the ‘John’ in search of guns that you’d talked to over the radio tower.

“We’re alive, aren’t we?”

Joel finally jerks his sleeve away from your grip. Your hand falls slack by your side, burning from his fire stoker touch. “And you oughta count your fuckin’ blessings for that. Dumbfuck of a girl, gonna get me killed,” he spits. Spittle flies across your neck.

You flinch – and not because you’re scared. You’ve never seen him like this before. You hear noise in the distance, the moving of FEDRA trucks, no doubt. “Joel! We can do this later – we need to fucking go–”

“Then you better start running,” he says gruffly.

You don’t need to be told twice.

You sprint out of the atrium, cursing as your bloodied soles carve tracks behind you. A stack of crates blocks the door, which you vault over and shimmy your way through the broken glass panel. The hallway ahead of you is dark, and you have no idea where the fuck you’re going, only that you can’t stop. Each impact of your foot on the ground is like being struck by lightning, carbonating the racing blood pumping through your body. More glass crunches behind you, and a shock of terror pierces you when you hear Joel’s snarls filling the corridor.

There’s a metal cart in your way, which you send whirling in Joel’s direction. He grunts, presumably hitting him in the stomach before it goes clattering on the ground. You make the most of the diversion, hurtling forward and lurching through a cracked door.

Dead fucking end.

An office, by the looks of it. Desks all over the place, leftover tasks still pinned on cork boards from outbreak day, chairs on their sides. You hear Joel huffing and puffing behind you, and fear forks through you. You fall to your hands and knees, crawling underneath the labyrinth of desks and tucking yourself against a wall, carpet-burned hand to your mouth to muffle your breathing. Your chest avalanches with every single breath.

“You ain’t off the hook,” Joel says, voice getting closer with every word. You can hear the thump of his boots against the carpet. See the spread of his shadow roaming across the wall. You squint through the seam of two desks. He's looking over his shoulder when you haul yourself across the room to the next closest desk.

You look around for anything that might get you out of this long enough to slip back out of the door. If you can make it back to the apartment, maybe he can cool off on his own walk back. You reach up for a stapler and take a brief second to peek over a filing cabinet before flinging it against the wall. It snaps open, spilling decades old staples all over the floor.

“Only a clicker’s fallin’ for that,” he tuts at you. His boots land on the floor again, one, two, three steps closer to you. You wince, balling your hands into fists.

All you can hear is the thrashing of your own heart. You scooch away from the desk – maybe if you throw something small at him, like a pack of sticky notes, it’ll be enough to abduct his attention long enough for you to slip by–

“You can’t hide forever,” Joel goddamn coos at you. You see him bending at the waist, scoping out the undersides of desks, seeking you out–

You crawl out from under the desk and book it to the door.

Stupid. Fucking. Idea.

Joel hauls you back by the belt loop, laughing as you cry out. You try squirming away, kicking at him, but his other arm wraps around your torso. It hits you then that you have no idea what he might do to you. You’ve trusted him with your life before, but what would he do when you risked his? You’d always been too scared to find out. He spins you, slamming you over the desk. You cry out as your chest meets the wood. His hand drags your wrists together, pinning them at the small of your back.

“Let me – the fuck– go!” you yell at him, trying to bend your elbow at the right angle to nail him in the chest.

He tightens his grip so much that you can barely move an inch. “Made your fuckin’ bed, gotta lie in it, sweetheart,” he tuts, shaking his head at you. His hand grazes over your ass, and you stiffen as he looms over you. He is just a man. Your mind spins to the worst-case scenario. No, no, no, no–

“How about an… old-fashioned corporal punishment to set ya straight?” Within the next second, he’s yanking your jeans down your thighs.

Oh. Oh fuck.

“Joel–” you exhale, breath shuddery. “Knock it off–”

“No panties? I was gonna be nice and spank ya over them…” Joel frowns at you. “Poor baby. ‘S gonna sting real bad.”

You snap at him, “What, you want me to go to the local QZ Victoria’s Secret?”

Joel swats, hard, across your asscheek.

You’ve seen how intense Joel’s brute strength can be. You’ve just never been on the receiving end of it. A cry pushes out of your throat, and you hunch over the desk as you struggle helplessly against Joel. Tears spring at your eyes.

Mercifully, Joel runs his calloused palm over the smarting skin. “Shh, shh, shh, shh. ‘S okay, Jus’ gotta teach ya a lesson. Make sure it sticks.” He strokes the nape of your neck as you whimper into the desk.

You tense up in preparation for the second hit, but, if anything, it just makes the impact worse. It prickles your other cheek, leaving your knees shaky. And God help you, your clit twitches. Twitches. Your thighs are already heating up, and you can’t help but squirm in a good way underneath Joel. A single tear slips over your waterline, and you have to tilt your head into the shoulder of your shirt to wipe it off. You don’t want him to see you weak – not that weak.

The next spank makes him grunt from how hard he swings his palm into your backside. “Joel!” you shout, pain nearly splitting you in two. Your feet raise off of the ground as you prop yourself up on the desk, kicking uselessly at his shins. All he does is chuckle at you.

Horror sinks like a cinderblock in your stomach when you realize that your hole, leaking slick, is practically fucking winking at him. You thank the darkness. It’s about the only good thing about this place.

“You don’t like that?” he mock-pouts at you. It’s enough to make you throb. The opposite, you’d say if you could.

A series of spanks follows, but at least these are lighter, and in rapid succession. Still, you jerk with each impact, squirming so that your fingers dance in his grip. “Stupid little girl. Thought you could sell our shit to a FEDRA bitch and get off scot-free? Really thought you could get away from me, huh?”

You try clamming up, desperately attempting to close your legs together. You squeeze your thighs together, relieved at the pressure – and then you hear a resounding click behind you.

You still.

Joel’s gun, still fucking hot from the bullet it’d fired right into the executioner’s throat, traces up the small of your back… all the way to your throat. “Could put one right here,” Joel whispers, more to himself than you. “Show ya what happens to girls that don’t follow orders.” He jams it into your skin, and you hiss at the pain, at the bruise it’s sure to leave. And in spite of it all, you fucking gush. God, you’re fucked up.

He wouldn’t kill you – he needs you more than you need him. But common sense isn’t enough to prevent the thrill, the arousal smiting your body from head to toe.

“I’ll reconsider if ya give it a kiss.” He nudges the barrel carefully against your lips and you stop breathing for a second, maybe two. “Go on. Give it some lovin’. Suck it like a cock. I know you’re good at it. Hear all the guys you bring over.”

You whimper at the thought of Joel listening to you getting your hook ups off – at the thought of him fisting his own cock while he listens. Obediently, you part your lips, slowly, ever so slowly, taking the gun down your throat. It fills your mouth up in such a strange way – all hard edges. It’d be freezing cold if not for the fact that it’s a weapon of death, a scythe in its own way. One press of the trigger, and you’d be just like the guard. You suck even harder at it, eyes rolling back in your skull. Your thighs twitch, stripes of slick running down your thighs.

Joel reaches between your legs, grabbing at the meat of your inner thigh to spread you open. Instead, he gets a handful of the arousal that’s been pooling between your legs since he first bent you over the desk.

You freeze, pausing your ministrations on the pistol. He himself freezes before he drags his hips over your folds. His finger pads hover over your swollen clit before he properly rubs you once, and then twice. Your hips cant into the closest thing – his hand.

Joel makes a disgusted noise and swats your leaking pussy before shoving you forward and stepping back. You’re panting, properly fucked out even though he’d barely touched you. Cross-eyed, tongue hanging out, face hot. He looks you up and down, brows furrowing with revulsion. “Horny fuckin’ bitch. Creamin’ all over me. That long since you got action that a spankin’ and a gun in your mouth is all it takes to get you riled up? Pathetic.” He shoves the gun back in his pocket, still shining with your saliva.

He wipes your wetness all over your leg, grabs the back of your collar, and drags you to the floor in one foul swoop. You fall on your hands and knees again, ass still stinging from his treatment, lightheaded from how needy you are. Even his brutal treatment makes you whimper.

You reach for his calf, pulling yourself up to brace your dripping cunt against his boot. You rut against it, not even fully cognizant of your movements as you roll your hips, praying that he lets you have this if nothing else. Your orgasm, wetting his boot thoroughly. Your scent, clinging to him on the walk back to the apartment. You buck into the boot, moaning as the toe bumps against your clit. It might be enough, if you could just do it one more time–

Joel tears his shoe out from underneath you, face pinched with aversion. “No!” you cry, still grabbing for his calf. You fall onto your back, legs spread and panting. Your ass needles from his spanking. The ceiling tiles spin above you.

The same toe you’d been humping kicks into your cunt, and you yelp, curling in on yourself. Another tear slides down your burning cheek as you reach down to cup your sore pussy. Even that pressure feels like touching a live wire.

Joel looks down at his shining boot and makes a disgusted noise. “Does humiliatin’ yourself always get ya dicked down?”

He turns around, already walking away from you without a care in the world. The gun grip pokes out of his pocket, taunting you.

“Pull your goddamn pants up and get a move on. Curfew’s soon.”

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hearttjason · 8 months

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AK Jason fluff to smut where he gifts her a J necklace

AN: WHOEVER THIS ANON IS I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK????! these jason asks got me feeling some type of way/pos sorry this took 50 years i had writers block💔

A gift for you.

jason todd x fem!reader

warnings: smut :p

you’re at home, bored out of your mind waiting for your boyfriend to come back from patrol. it’s nearing 4 am and you’re finding it hard to stay awake. just as you’re dozing off, you hear the window from the front room open, followed by heavy footsteps. you already know it’s jason so you call out to him, giving him a tired greeting since you’re too tired to get up. he walks in, tactical gear still on but he has a small box in his hand.

“thought of you while i was on patrol. got you a little something.” you can’t see it, but you know he’s smirking under his helmet. he takes it off and places it on his nightstand, undressing and getting into some shorts afterwards. he’s sitting on the bed, waiting for you to open it. you sit up, confused, but you open the box anyway. you certainly weren’t expecting to lay your eyes on a pretty j necklace with a heart that says “i love you”. you gasp and look at him, wide eyed and jaw dropped.

he laughs, a sound you could play on repeat and it’ll instantly cheer you up. “jay, this is so beautiful” you say quietly, still marveling at it. “beautiful necklace for my beautiful girl.” you close the box and set it on your nightstand before kissing him softly, cupping his face. he pushes his tongue against your lips, silently asking you to part them, and you do. a soft moan leaves your throat at the feeling of both of your tongues intertwining.

he pulls away slowly, out of breath and eyes lidded. “baby, let me take care of you?” jason asks, eyes silently pleading. you give him a nod to which he responds “you know the rules sweetheart, use those words like a big girl.” your heart flutters as you part your lips to speak. “jason..please.” “please what, baby?” you groan, not in the mood for his cockiness tonight. “please just fuck me already” you whine out. he grins mischievously before pushing you down on the bed softly.

he slips your night shorts and panties off and hums in approval. “one kiss has got your pussy dripping? you’re so easy baby” he teased. he runs a finger up your folds and groans lowly, eyes zeroing in on your glistening cunt. “so pretty” he murmurs to himself before getting on his knees and kissing your thighs, leaving little bite marks as he goes. “please” you whimper, bucking your hips up in hopes of getting any friction. “so fucking needy, pretty girl.” within the blink of an eye, his mouth is on your pussy, eating you like a man starved.

you can’t help but to whine and moan as he eats you out, experienced tongue licking and sucking. it’s almost as if he’s got a map of your cunt memorized in his brain. within a few minutes, your moans went from small “jason please” and “oh fuck” to “right there!” “m’gonna cum”. next thing you know, you’re clenching around his tongue and creaming all over it, high pitched slurs of his name leaving your pretty lips. “there we fuckin’ go. atta girl.” you’re twitching and jason spreads your legs a little more, spitting on your pussy and then kissing it cause he’s a freak!

“jason please. wan’ you inside.” he gets back on the bed and pulls off his shorts and boxers. “who am i to deny my pretty girl?” he slides into you slowly, letting out a low moan. “oh fuck baby, you’re s’tight.” once both of you have settled, he starts moving slowly, giving you deep thrusts. “j-jason! fuck, it’s s’good” you whine out, arms wrapping around his neck. “yeah? it’s so good? y’want me to fuck you to sleep baby?” you’re moaning and nodding, so cock drunk you barely registered what he said. he lets out a small laugh and says “okay baby, i’ll fuck you to sleep cause you’ve been such a good girl.” his thrusts speed up and he chokes out moans, gripping your hips harshly. “fuck fuck fuck- pussy’s fucking squeezing me, baby.”

“j-jay- jay m’gonna cum soon” you whine out. “i know baby, can feel ‘er getting tighter around me. fuckkk just like that.” before you know it, you’re fucking creaming around his cock, high pitched whines reverberating around your room. you just know you’re gonna get a complaint. “that’s it pretty girl, fucking cream on me. oh shit- m’gonna fill you up so nice baby.” you can barely hear him as the sleep finally catches up to you. a few thrusts later and he’s pumping you full of his cum with a whiny moan. you’re both spent, chests heaving as he pulls out.

“cant waste it baby” he grins before taking two fingers and plugging his cum into your hole. you shiver and whine at the feeling and he pulls them out, putting back on your shorts and underwear. “did so good for me” he mumbled, kissing your forehead before pulling up his shorts and boxers and laying down next to you. “gonna clean you up later baby, get some rest.” you smile and sleepily reply “thank you for the necklace, jace” and then you’re off to sleep. “course, beautiful” he whispers.

#jason todd #hearttjason #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #dc fluff #dc smut

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msgexymunson · 9 months

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Forbidden Fruit Part 3

Description: as you and Eddie's relationship gets more complicated, can you keep it under wraps?

A/N: You guys, seriously. I want to kiss you all with tongues. I'm basking in your love for this Eddie. This has turned into a full blown saga. You blow my mind, I'm so happy you guys like it. I'm waffling here I'm sure, this was going to be a 4 part series but I have too much to say so it's turning into 5 parts!! If you like it, please comment and reblog, it makes my entire year!!

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll spank you and not in a nice way, age gap (Eddies 43, reader 21), p in v unprotected sex, male and female oral receiving, edging, I think that's it?

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The room is dimly lit and soaked in the stench of sex, the air so humid you could slice it up and serve it to the hungry, or at least the horny. Entwined in Eddie's lap on his armchair, your sweaty skin is sticking together and ungluing at each roll of your hips. He's gripping you harshly by the thighs, thumbs pushing bruises into the soft flesh. You barely noticed.

He's already released inside you, it's dripping down your cunt and onto his lap, being smeared against his thighs and tight stomach. Your moans are reaching a crescendo as your fourth, or fifth, orgasm of the evening is building from deep within your core.

Nails dragging along his shoulders, you beg for your release.

"Oh Eddie, I'm so close, so fuckin' close, please, talk to me."

Eddie's gone, mouth hanging open, forehead scrunched tight as he tries to focus on what you've said.

"Wha-what d-do you wanna hear?" He battles out, on the verge of drooling.

"Eddie, just, fuck, tell me things, I like it when you talk to me."

Eddie stutters out, "h-hey hot stuff."

Letting out a belly laugh you stop your movements, shaking with your amusement.

"Hey hot stuff?!" You giggle, running a sticky hand through Eddie's salt and pepper hair, "are you from a 50s cartoon?"

"I panicked! You put me on the spot. Fuck, stop laughing your clenching my dick, fuck!"

That only served to make your laughs louder, giggling uncontrollably. It's too much for him, stuttering out a premature release deep inside you.

You're too tickled to care, laugh continuing, making his seed spill out as your squeeze. He laughs too then, pulling you to him in a bone crunching embrace. He breathes in your scent, nose pushing into the crook of your neck.

"I wish you could stay."

The laughter subsides at his confession. You pull away to cradle his cheek, eyes brimming with tears at your outburst, and with something else you weren't prepared to admit just yet.

"So do I, but I've gotta go home."

He looks up into your eyes, hand coming up to cup your cheek, mirroring your movements.

"Just once, I want to wake up with you in my bed, where you belong." Stomach fluttering at his words, you can only sigh in response. You'd both spent the last three months trying to avoid those sorts of words. Three months of sneaking around, of carnal bliss.

Back to reality.

You peel yourself off of him before you both say something you regret.

"Right, I better clean up." He waves his arm at you, gesturing for you to go ahead, though he doesn't look at you.

After a quick shower, you find your clothes all around the house, where you'd flung them a few hours ago.

Returning to the living room, you see Eddie in his underwear, head in his hands.

"You OK baby?"

He lifts up, flashing you a winning grin, eyes crinkling. It looks forced, but you don't push it.

"I'm great sweetheart. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Sure." You smile back, making your way towards him to give him a quick kiss to his full lips. Walking back to the door frame, about to make your exit through the back door, you turn at the last minute.

"See you later, hot stuff."

Eddie laughs and throws a cushion at you, missing by a hair. "Bye sweetheart."

Sneaking out into the night air, you wipe back an errant tear.

Fuck, this was getting complicated. What the hell am I doing? Catching feelings for this man.

You breathe, steady yourself, and walk silently over to your house.

********************

Excitement bubbling in your chest, you had an idea you knew Eddie was going to love. You spin your car keys in your hand, practically skipping to his back door.

And fling it open.

And see your Dad, sitting on a chair opposite Eddie, drinking a beer.

'Dad!" You squeak, surprise lacing your voice entirely uninvited.

"Hey honey, what are you doing here?" He's smiling, but confused.

Think, you need to think, before he does!

"I was-" you spy your keys in your hand, an idea striking you suddenly, "I was giving my keys to Ed- to Mr Munson. He was going to give my car a once over, weren't you?" Your eyes flash over to Eddie, to plead with him. He owned the auto shop after all. It almost appalled you how quickly the lie had come.

"Of course sweetheart, get it fixed up real nice for you."

He holds his hand up and you toss your keys over to him. He grips them with no issue and shoves them in a pocket without a further glance towards you.

"Well that's mighty sweet of you Eddie." Your father beams at his friend, his best friend.

"No worries, you know I'm here to help." His best smile, his forced one, is flashed at your Dad, not you.

"Thanks Mr Munson!" You chime out and leave swiftly, running back to your house and your room, with a sigh of relief.

Fuck that was close.

You were sick of this. Sick of the tiptoeing around, of the games, the lies. It was becoming more and more tempting to just admit everything, consequences be damned. You're a grown woman after all.

You need to speak with Eddie.

********************

The following evening you're sitting cross legged on your bed, studying.

Familiar boots are clomping up the stairs. Looking up, you hear the softest knock at your door.

"Come in Eddie."

The door swings open. He enters, and shuts it, tossing your keys on the bed.

"I'm sick of this sweetheart."

Looking up at him, he looks defeated. You're dreading the next words you're sure are about to spill from his lips. The lips you had kissed a thousand times, that you want to kiss a thousand times more. But they aren't what you expect.

"Do you want to go away with me this weekend? I've booked a hotel, a nice one. Friday night and Saturday night."

Relief flooding your chest, you grin up at him.

"That sounds real nice Eddie."

"Good. I'll see you soon sweetheart."

He plants a kiss to your lips, a soft one, full of hope and promise. It's a start.

*********************

As you got into your car, you noticed it had been cleaned. Thoroughly. Shaking your head, you start it up, and start to drive to where Eddie had asked to meet you. He'd been awfully mysterious about the whole thing, only serving to peak your curiosity further.

It even drives nicer too.

You're not sure what he'd done, but it didn't surprise you. Mr Fix It. Humming satisfaction, you pull into a parking lot of what looked like a very swish hotel, all gold fixtures and huge glass windows.

Surely he's not booked this place?

You'd almost expected a motel, or at least a chain place. This looked fancy.

When you're exiting your car, grabbing your overnight bag, you spot Eddie's pick up, and a familiar figure leaning against it.

Fuck, he's so handsome.

Every time you see him, it feels like the first time. His hair is a halo around him, glowing in the waning light of the sun. You look at those toned arms, one around his middle, the other holding a cigarette to his lips, and wet your lips.

Almost stumbling towards him, you watch as his face splits into a childlike grin, broad and genuine. As you approach, you spot the deep lines around his eyes, the bags beneath them. It looks like he's not getting enough sleep.

As soon as you're in range he wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you into his body close. Stiffening for just a moment, you melt at his words.

"It's OK baby, no one knows us here. I missed you."

"Missed you too. What did you do to my car?"

"Had it cleaned. Changed the oil. Replaced the brake pads."

"Eddie what do I owe-"

"Shut up. You don't owe me a thing."

You break away to touch a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." He grabs your bag before you can protest, shouldering it, and holding his bag in the same hand so he can hold your hand in the other.

"Follow my lead, OK?"

You nod, perplexed but trusting, as you reach the grand doorway. Eddie releases your hand briefly to open the door for you, and he ushers you inside.

"Hey, Mr Munson here, checking in?" He nods at the hotel check in staff, arm wrapping around your shoulders.

The check in guy, a skinny guy with tousled blond hair grins at you both.

"Ah, Mr and Mrs Munson! Welcome! I spoke with you on the phone."

Mrs Munson??

Eddie grins and holds you closer.

"Oh yeah, Carl right? We're here to check in."

"Oh course, honeymoon suite eh? Well, here is your key, there's a little surprise waiting for you. It's all paid up, just use the elevator to your left. Thank you for staying with us."

He winks at you both as Eddie takes the key and turns you towards the elevator.

"Mrs-" you begin, but Eddie grips your shoulder, which is enough to silence you.

"Thanks Carl, appreciate it." He throws over his shoulder, steering you.

The elevator ride is silent as Eddie grins at you in the mirror. It even smells fancy, air laced with sweetness and flowers.

Reaching the room, he holds the door open for you. Your breath stops in your throat at the sight, letting out a gasp.

As you walk in, you take in the sheer size of it. This wasn't a room, it was a whole damn apartment.

Fresh flowers sit in a glass vase as you enter, coating the place with the soft fragrance of rose and lily. Once you're in the room proper, you notice the sheer size of the bed, a monstrosity you're sure they must have craned in here, covered in crisp linen sheets and soft rose petals. The carpet feels plush, making you conscious of how dirty your sneakers were. The whole place looked so expensive, you were afraid to touch it.

On a solid wood sideboard by the wall was an ice bucket, a bottle of champagne inside it. Two fluted glasses sat either side. You pick up the card leaning against it, and read it aloud.

"Congratulations Mr and Mrs Munson, enjoy the champagne, with compliments from the management team. Care to explain, Eddie?"

He looks sheepish, scratching his neck, bags abandoned at his feet.

"I told them we eloped, and had to book a last minute honeymoon, and they were kind enough to give me this suite at the normal room rate."

"Sneaky fucker." You grin, wrapping your arms around his neck, "Thank you, it's gorgeous."

"You're welcome. Hope you don't mind playing the wife when we're downstairs?"

Stomach erupting in butterflies, you reply, "not at all, sounds like fun."

Pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, curiosity gets the best of you.

"If I was your wife, and this was our honeymoon, what would you do?"

A playful smirk pulls at his lips. "Well, first of all, I would have carried you in here, but I suppose I can start now." He bends suddenly and lifts you up, earning a surprised shriek from you.

"I would put you on the bed, like this," he says in his running commentary, placing you down amongst the rose petals with exaggerated care, "and I would kiss you, like this."

He softly strokes your face as he leans over you, and his lips brush your cheek, so lightly it was as if you'd imagined it. Then a further feather light touch to your jaw, and another at the corner of your mouth. The care he's taking has your heart flip flopping in your chest.

When he envelops you in a sensual kiss, it astonishes you. He's usually so rough and primal, but this is different. You lose yourself in his kiss, in the fantasy. For a moment, you really are his newly wed wife laying in your marital bed.

Opening your mouths to each other, his tongue massages yours ever so slowly, as if he has all the time in the world. Passion is rolling off of that tongue, every word that had been unspoken before this moment flows into you, forcing an errant tear to roll from your eye and down your temple.

He breaks the kiss and stares into your eyes as they flutter open. If he notices your tear, he doesn't mention it. His hand brushes a couple of straggling hairs away from your face, his soft brown eyes boring into your own.

"Then," he whispers, voice bordering on cracking, you notice, "I would worship your body, exactly the way you deserve sweetheart."

"Eddie," you whisper back. "Show me."

His lips find yours again, just as sweetly, but with an undercurrent of desire burning within it.

A large hand drifts to your shirt, popping open the first button, then the second, then the third. Black lace and satin is displayed as the shirt falls open, the new bra you bought especially for him. Humming his approval, he traces the edge with his finger.

"You get this just for me baby?" He smirks, fingers running back and forth, sending pinpricks of heat across your chest.

"Y-yes" you stammer out, squirming under his gaze.

"Already stuttering? I've not even touched you yet."

Usually you'd bite back at a smug comment like that, instigating the push and pull game you two often played. Not today though. You merely whine as his hand palms your breast over the soft fabric.

Moving down your frame, he leaves gentle kisses to your collarbone, your sternum, the top of each breast.

"Fuck you are so beautiful." Hand tracing the swell of each breast, he moves it lower, traversing your stomach, making muscles flex under his movements. Unbuttoning your jeans with practised actions, he sees the front of your panties peeking out of their denim confines.

"Matching? That's sweet of you."

Just him pressing a kiss to your clothed mound and running his tongue under the hem of your underwear has you wriggling. He laughs softly and gets up to your dismay.

He doesn't go far. Just to the foot of the bed, taking your feet in his hands one by one and removing your shoes and socks. A kiss is even placed delicately on the top of each foot.

"Eddie, my feet are all gross." You half laugh and half cringe.

Looking shocked up at you, he responds, "Sweetheart, they're not gross, they're your feet. I'd suck your toes if you asked me to."

"Eddie!" You shriek, hiding in your hands.

"What? Some people like that kinda thing."

He removes his own boots, socks and shirt, leaving him standing over you in just his jeans. Every time you see his naked torso it has you panting, wanting. The curves of his muscles that react so well under your fingertips. The tattoos that you have kissed a thousand times. The happy trail that you want to run your tongue over, and down, down, down.

He straddles your lap then, pulling you up to take off your shirt, holding you close to unclip your bra and gently drag it down your arms, whispering over your skin.

Stopping for a moment, he looks you in the eyes, hand cupping your chin.

"Eddie, I-" but you never finish your sentence, as his other hand has reached your breast, tweaking your bare nipple suddenly. You breathe out a gasp as he hums in satisfaction.

Pecking a tiny kiss to the end of your nose he says softly, "lie back princess."

Complying, you snuggle into the downy pillows.

He's on you then, mouthing at your breasts, tongue running around your nipples, nipping, sucking.

"Oh God, Eddie!" Reaching to his toned chest he bats your hands away.

"Nuh uh sweetheart, no touching. Just enjoy it."

Huffing, you put your hands to your sides, balling them into tiny fists.

Starting to move lower, he kisses your stomach, and leaves little love bites on your hip bones.

"These are really pretty." Hooking rough fingers into your panties, he starts to pull them down, then looks up at you in surprise.

"You shaved?"

"Yeah, I-I thought- I thought you might like it."

"You went all out for me didn't you princess?" He's flashing you a lazy grin, teeth showing as his tongue licks his lower lip, sucking it between his teeth as if he can't believe his luck.

Then your panties are on the floor and his head is buried between your thighs, tongue lapping, lips kissing, fingers dancing over your skin. Stubble is burning the tops of your thighs but you can't find it in you to care, legs tightening around his head as if you relish the burn.

The coil in your stomach is tightening, about to burst out. Legs quivering around Eddie's head of their own accord.

"You about to come baby?"

You whine, knowing he won't take that, he never does.

"Y-yes Eddie, fuck-" He pulls away at the last minute.

"Eddie what the hell?" You lean up on your elbows, sending him an admonishing glare.

He laughs, a self satisfied smirk plastered over his face that makes your belly warm.

"I'm worshipping you sweetheart. You trust me?"

"Yes." You say, without hesitation, quicker than you would answer anyone with that question. So quickly it shocks you a little.

"Then just enjoy it. I'm gonna build you up sweetheart, ok? Just trust me. Tell me when you're close."

You nod your agreement as he bends in between your spread legs again, kissing you all over.

His tongue is breaching your hole, licking your wetness as his fingers glide over your swollen clit sending sparks of sensation through you.

Your orgasm creeps up impressively fast, rippling through your nerves. It takes a lot to tell him, but you have to.

"Eddie, I'm close- so close, fuck!" You slam your fists into the bed as he pulls away and laughs.

"Oh, poor baby, it's OK, this is gonna feel real good." His mocking tone is everything. It shouldn't turn you on this much but it does.

"Eddie, please, oh please, I need to come, please make me come!" You reach for the back of his head but he swats your hands away again.

"What did I tell you? Behave. Next time I'll have to tie you up."

A guttural moan escapes your throat at the thought of being tied up, at his mercy.

"Oh, you like that idea? Dirty girl."

He looks at you with pride, thick fingers stroking through your wet heat and finding their mark. He slides two fingers in with ease, your dripping arousal slicking his fingers as he curls them up inside and presses his other hand to your lower stomach, forcing you into the bed. Full lips wrap around your clit suckling softly as the pressure mounts inside, harder than you've ever felt.

"Fuck, its too much, I can't-"

He breaks his lips away from you for a second, hot breath on your cunt as his fingers push into that spot that has you reeling.

"You can. You can take it. Let go. Come for me."

The feeling of his fingers is all consuming. An embarrassing full sensation is boiling in your gut beginning to lash out. You moan, fingers clenching onto the bedclothes, white knuckled. Your vision is darkening at the edges as spots dance and swirl over your eyes.

The wetness hits first before the feeling reaches its true crescendo, shooting out of your cunt in a gush of slick, enough to force Eddie's fingers from you. The flat of his tongue still presses harshly on your clit as you ride his mouth shamelessly.

Then it washes over you. Wave after wave of intense pleasure, a hurricane force of ecstasy. Your back arches off the bed as you scream and babble his name over and over in a prayer to his prowess.

Finally collapsing into a sweat soaked, slick covered heap, your entire body relaxes, tension everywhere dissipated. There's nothing, not a thought in your head, except for a slight tingle saying you should really look up and, well, thank him. Not that you can move right now. Your neck feels about as substantial as a soap bubble.

Then, Eddie's hovering over you, wiping tears from your face that you hadn't been aware of until now. Refocusing your vision, you finally take him in.

"What the hell- that was- holy-" words are hard. Breathing is harder.

Eddie chuckles, leaving a light dusting of kisses to your cheek and jaw, like freshly fallen snow.

"You," he says between pecks, "squirted. Hard. Jesus sweetheart, you're perfect."

You'd expect a smug grin, that self satisfied smirk you've seen a hundred times, but he looks almost in awe of you.

"Thank you." It comes out as a croak.

He falls to the side of you, scooping you up in his arms and holds you close to his chest.

"Anytime sweetheart."

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An executive decision was made between the two of you; whilst you both appreciated that there was a first class swanky restaurant downstairs, that would mean actually leaving the bed. Neither of you were prepared to do this however, so it would have to wait until tomorrow night.

Right now, room service, soft hotel dressing gowns and pay per view were much more inviting. So, appetites sated, you cosied up to each other, flicking through the options on the TV.

"What you in the mood for, horror, or-"

"Or sci fi, I love both really."

"Really?" He hugs you closer. "I knew there was a reason I liked you."

"Oh, the mind blowing sex is nothing to do with it, huh?" You smirk, poking him in the ribs.

"You wound me sweetheart. Hey, what about Alien? Sci fi and horror."

"I've never actually seen it." You admit.

"Really? It's a classic!"

"Sorry but it came out before I was born, you know!"

"Fuck." He puts the remote to the side and turns to face you.

"Listen, sweetheart. Have you thought about, well, us?"

"What do you mean?" You ask, tilting your head to face him.

"I mean, if we did come clean. Aren't you worried at all what people might think of you? About your reputation?"

Laughing out loud, you swat his chest with your hand, letting it linger there.

"I don't give a damn about my reputation!"

"Alright Joan Jett!" He chuckles, holding your hand and bringing it to his lips. He holds it there as he continues.

"I just don't know if you've thought about us, you know, walking down the street. People looking, asking each other if that old man's her partner or her father."

You look at him then, really look at him. He's frowning, deep lines etched into his brow, eye wrinkles deepened by worry. Reaching to his face, you stroke his salt and pepper stubble, rough against your smooth hand. His hair has the same streaks, though not as prominent. There's no denying he's much older than you, but nothing could stop you being anything other than entirely enamoured with him. He is ruggedly handsome; those deep brown eyes of his bore into your soul, each look making your heart jump and your thighs clench.

"Eddie, I don't care. I lo… I really care about you. So much. I don't give a fuck what people might think. I just- I want you to be mine. Not a doubt in my mind."

The look he's giving you softens and he brings you in for the softest kiss to your lips. He's pulling away, but you're deepening the kiss, climbing into his lap, hands holding his face.

Then, you move lower, planting kisses to his jaw, his chin, and his neck. Sucking a bruise into the side of his throat, your teeth graze him as he hisses at the contact.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He asks, amused.

"Shh baby, I'm worshipping." You smile into his neck, pulling his dressing gown to the side and sinking your teeth into the join of his neck and shoulder.

"Fuck, princess, I'm sure I was more delicate." He huffs a laugh, but his breathing is laboured and his face is flushing.

"Yeah, but I'm catering my worship. I know you like it like this."

Sitting up, you pull his gown open, raking fingernails over his chest.

"Holy hell- sweetheart, you ain't wrong."

The gown you're wearing is slung to the floor, leaving you nude, straddling his hardening cock. Eddie's hands reach out as if on instinct and it gives you great pleasure to swat them away.

"Nuh uh. No touching."

"Rude."

"Fair." You counter, positioning yourself in between his legs. Fingers trace his tattoos, his abs. Your tongue runs along in their wake, stopping to nip and suck. One spot has him flexing his muscles, a rushing groan runs from his throat. You can't help but notice his dick twitching under you.

Moving further, you draw his skin into your mouth once more, leaving hickies on his hip bones, mirroring the marks he left on you.

Hovering over his throbbing member, you breathe over it, hot breath fanning over the tip.

"Fuck, sweetheart!"

He almost looks angry as you look up to him, veins protruding in his neck.

"You OK baby?" You frown, hand reaching down to cup at his balls and squeezing gently.

"Oh my God, yes, just, please."

Smiling, you continue to fondle him, and take the tip into your mouth, sucking softly, tasting salt and flesh and Eddie. Grunting his approval, you feel fingers graze the back of your head, until he remembers and tears them away reluctantly.

Humming amusement at his predicament, you take more and more of him into your mouth, swallowing around his length. Hips buck up a little into you, making you shove him down with your free hand.

Rolling the tip around and around in your mouth, you lick at the slit. Every movement has Eddie making little noises in his mouth, tiny shakes beginning to take over his thighs.

You take him deep again, up and down, spreading your spit around the base as makeshift lube as you hollow your cheeks.

"Sweetheart, that's so good, look at me."

Eyes flash up to meet his, staring up through lashes dewed with tears.

"Fuck, my dirty fucking girl. Can you take a little more?"

Maintaining eye contact, you take him all the way to the base, squeezing a thumb in the palm of your hand to distract you. Even so, you can't help but gag a little around his intimidating length.

"Fuck, sweetheart- that's- oh God" He's stammering, breathing heavy as more pre cum hits the back of your throat.

Continuing to work at his length, tightening your grip on his balls, it's not long until you hear him again.

"I'm gonna cum-"

And you pull away.

"Fuck!" His head thumps against the pillow, fists tight and hard on the bed.

"I guess I fuckin' deserve that, huh?"

You giggle devious, kitten licking at his shaft.

"Poor baby. It's gonna feel real good, promise." Winking at him, he shakes his head, hand coming up to hold his forehead.

Mouth on his tip again, sucking, licking. He's moaning louder, stomach shining with a thin layer of sweat. The deeper it goes, the more he groans, until you feel him twitching in your throat again, his noises becoming urgent, more high pitched.

As you release your grip on him again, he grunts in exasperation.

"Don't try sneaking it out Eddie, I can tell you know."

"I know, just, please, I can't. I- just, please!"

He's never looked so desperate, torso flushed in exertion, hands grasping at the bed sheets urgently, chest heaving with ragged breaths.

You take one of his balls in your mouth, hand working his shaft, a teasing thumb rubbing over the wetness of his head. He's whimpering now, a sound you've never heard from him, but fuck, it's so pretty.

An idea strikes you suddenly. Holding onto his shaft, you stare straight up at him, and spit onto his swollen head, hard. The noise that escapes him is nearly inhuman; a guttural, animal noise. A desperate noise.

You take him once more into your mouth, your lips smearing your spit all over him, and swallow around his length, again and again. That does it. He cries out your name as he releases into you, spurting cum deep in your throat, over and over. The volume is truly tough to take, it just keeps coming.

Swallowing until you can't help but splutter, you pull away, wiping your mouth of what you couldn't take.

Sitting back on your heels, you admire your handiwork.

Fuck I think I broke him.

He's not moved, arms spread in supplication on the bed, eyes unfocused, chest still heaving.

The look on his face as he finally registers you when you're leaning over him is priceless. You want to save it in your head, frame it, immortalise it forever.

"Hey baby, you good?" You ask, giving him soft kisses.

"Hmmm. You- you're so fuckin' special" He manages, a clumsy hand reaching to stroke your face and nearly missing.

Laughs bubble up as you stroke his hair out of his face.

"So, we'll watch Alien, yeah?"

Eddie stares at you like you've grown two heads.

"Just- give me a second, sweetheart." More panting breaths. "I think you just sucked out my soul."

Giggling hysterically, you lay next to him and cradle his head to your chest. The movie can wait a minute.

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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happy new year! i have had serious burnout for 50+ days because 2022 was a horrible time for me mentally (esp those last two months.)

anyway, thanks for 1k!!! here’s the birthday girl maki zenin fucking you for well over 1.5k words! (+ soft aftercare) 🎊

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

cw: lesbian tings, strap-ons, overstimulation, size kink, squirting, begging, maki is called “mommy” and “mistress”, crying, praise kink.

“maki, ‘t won’t fit—”

god - you sound so utterly broken, tears pricking the corner of you eyes as you watches the head of maki’s strap nudge your pussy’s entrance. it’s the thick kind - a bit bigger than the ones you’ve taken before.

her pretty lips are curved up into a delightful and utterly sadistic smile, dark green hair stuck to her face - you’d think her an angel if she wasn’t being so utterly sinful.

her scarred muscles lock you down under her - voice lilting into soft compliments that you can barely understand. your brain is effectively mush.

“t-too big ‘ki!”

“doing so good for me, baby. you can take it, can’t you? can you be a good girl for your mistress? don’t i always know what my baby can take, hm?” she’s smiling and watches you with half-lidded eyes; predator-like.

“yes, b’t…” you whimper out a cry.

“sshhh. don’t use that pretty brain to think. just let me in.”

lust and need burning into her every vein - she watches the rubbery cock slide between your core’s chubby lips, lines of slick rolling up and down as she grinds it over your clit.

fuck - a growl barely holds itself back from her throat as she takes it in - the sweetest, prettiest cunt - a tight hole made just for her to use and stretch.

you’re so good and pliant - simultaneously begging maki to let out all of her bottled rage and pain into you but m e w l i n g at the overstimulation of when she actually does - lips babbling and begging her not to out of instinct because it’s too good, and she’s so strong.

maki’d never actually do anything bad to you - she’s not her family - she’d stop the second you really wanted - the second your special word passed your lip. she knows it. you both know it.

but god does she love this little game of pretend.

“c’mon…” the swollen tip of the strapped toy edges ever so slightly onto your entrance and it’s enough to make a pathetic noise ascend through your throat.

“you can do it for me, princess… we can make it fit. just open up for me.”

you’re squirming and shivering; clit swollen and fingertips digging into her shoulders and back with utter desperation because you -

“can’t! maki - i can’t - ‘t buuurrnss.” it’s a disgustingly desperate sob as the head of the cock slips into your plump, sobbing lower lips. it really does burn - a stretch that is tightening knots in your stomach.

“oh baby, are you crying? and your little pussy is too..”

“n-no!” you lie, squelching pussy drooling.

“yes it is, angel. listen to how wet that it is for your mistress and you haven’t even taken the first inch…” her steady, loving voice teases and your face is flushed with an equally burning sense of embarrassment, unable to do anything but feel the aching stretch of the artificial cock as it burrows just another inch deeper.

and another. and another. and another - holy hell you’re so wet you barely feel it anymore - inching into you, little by little pushing past your glistening folds until the fat head of maki’s cock nudges against the deepest, most sensitive spot in your walls.

by the time a third of the big toy has bullied its way into you, maki’s slender hands have gone from fondling your breast to massaging your hips, gentle kisses on your face and neck as her green bangs fall forward and tickle your skin.

you look absolutely ruined and she can’t get enough of it.

“maki~”

“kiss mommy’s lips so she can sink into you nice and deep, baby.” she whispers, tone sweet and calm as if she’s not splitting you open with so much pressure against your chubby little cunt you feel she might rip you in two.

her lips slot against yours - her svelte hips lowering halfway into you as she swallows your broken moans. she takes sadistic delight in how you just can’t. stop. fucking. whining. the second her mouth pulls away.

“m-maki, wait—” “‘s so deep, maki —too gooood,” “c-can’t mistress, jus’ can’t—” “m-maki, maki—oh,”

“no- mistress, can’t- mistress!“ your marked throat chokes on a moan, trying to grab onto your pretty domme’s biceps in a wordless plea to slow down because you can’t handle it.

maki forces the rest into you like an animal, fucking down into your sopping pussy as those wet gasps and pretty sobs ring in her ears.

finally feeling full seems to flip a switch inside you, aided and abetted by your girlfriend’s sweet praises.

“you can take it. you did it, see! you did so good taking it all for me. such a good girl. doesn’t it feel so good, sweetheart? being stretched just how you like, hmm?”

she says, soothing her hands over your stomach to reassure you that she’s still there - hazel eyes mesmerized by the subtle bulge of the outline of the cock.

“you have the most perfect stretched little pussy, angel.” thin fingers press on the little bulge and you erupt.

“momMY!” you WAIL, torn between the throbbing pain in your tummy and the pleasure that wracks your body. you want to convulse and jolt but you can’t.

“i g’tta move, mommy!”

cursed with such enhanced strength maki’s taken to fully pinning you down - body unmoving - buried completely inside your cunt. you make a noise of utter shame as the thick head kisses your g-spot, wet juices pouring around it with an audible squelch.

this always happens and maki can’t help but let out a light giggle.

even during prep you’re so overwhelmed - squirming away until whatever cock or toy or pair of fingers she has inside you pops free from your spongy walls and you're left spasming and clenching around nothing.

“you’re so cute, baby.” she punctuates the affirmation with a kiss too your pouting lips. “but mommy’s not going to let you escape this time - not after all that effort getting it inside - you know better than that.~”

legs far too restricted to kick her away and hands attached to her shoulder like claws, you just have to feel.

and you feel like you’re floating.

she rolls her hips slowly, listening to the filthy ‘shlick, shlick, shlick’ that your poor pussy makes whenever she slides in and out and the desperate shuffle of strap fabric against the skin of your hipbones. your inner thighs are trembling, skin glossy with wetness and clit standing out between his lips, flushed and neglected.

the dam inside you feels like it’s going to burst with every passing second - maki’s pace may be slow and full of praise but it is brutal inside your pussy pressing and pressing and pressing - god why can’t she stop!

“fuuuck!” “mommy, wait- m’gonna pe e-“ “please , mommy, mistresssss” “haah maki - maki lemme move!!” “don’ wanna stop but jus’- aahn!” “w-want a second - just a second or i’ll - mistress please! don’wanna pee myself!”

your folds deliciously flutter as maki watches herself slide in and out of your hole.

“just let it happen, my angel.” her thumbs goes over your poor, twitching clit and you cry out at the drag of the thick cock in combination with the stimulation of the naked bud. wetness spurts and sprays across her chiseled abdomen but your fucked-out mind doesn’t notice the mess you’ve made between your thighs until maki pulls out and something wet splashes against your stomach.

and it happens again and again and again.

you sob and sob, still shaking while she stands and undoes straps that tied her to the rubber extension. she sits by you, golden eyes filled with softness and adoration as she rubs your face and massages your thighs.

all signs of the mistress who was greedy for your overstimulation are completely gone. what remains is your girlfriend - ever concerned and constantly proud.

“hey. hey, look at me.” she gives a smile. “you did so good for me, babe. did i go too far? was it really too much?”

you mumble, shaking your head as you squeeze whatever clean parts of the bed you can find. she chuckles - god, it’s nice to hear her laugh at something that isn’t painful or dominant.

“can’t quite hear you with your face in the pillow like that, sweetheart.” her fingers lead your chin so you meet her gaze. there are still the remnants of fat tears down your cheeks.

“wasn’t too much… i made a big mess.” your face heats up in partial embarrassment (and also because she’s mind-boggling pretty, even scratched and sweaty).

“ i can get more bed sheets. can’t get another you, babe. you just relax.” maki smiles and pulls you into her embrace.

“it was great, baby. it’s a good mess. i’m so proud you squirted for me. you took it all so well - didn’t even need to say our word.”

“yeah?” you poke your head up more, heart fluttering because the greatest woman alive is proud of you.

“yeah. you don’t even have to speak. let’s just get you cleaned up.”

“can’t feel m’legs.”

“i know.” she lets out a light laugh and just as soon as the sound leaves her lips, you’re cradled into her arms like a bride, head hidden in her breasts. you mumble again, more audibly this time.

“did i help you feel better?”

she pauses and your name stutters out of her lips - fuck, you’re so considerate. taking all of that just so she could feel a bit of stress relief from a usually cruel, uncaring world. with practically no effort, she readjusts you so her eyes meet your teary ones.

“oh, princess. i feel better than ever. you were so amazing. next time you can use me for stress relief instead, okay?”

that stirs you into instantly heating up again as she walks both of your beautiful, naked bodies to the shower.

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the-witch-of-one-piece · 10 months

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Doming them in Bed 18+ Ft: Takashi Mitsuya, Hakkai Shiba, Shuji Hanma, Ran Haitani, Taiju Shiba & Rindou Haitani WC: 900+(unedited) TW: penetrations, oral sex, masturbation, suggestive language, Dom/sub roll, rough sex, c*** stimulation, play with breast, touch deprivation. Resident : @enchantedforest-network MINORS DNI 18+

Mitsuya

He would let you ‘try’ and take control for a while. He is getting a good view of your body picturing all the suggestive items of clothing to make for you. Your hands are pressed on the back of his things as you ride his cock. The slight circulation in movement as you kept him inside you. Earning you to hear him moan softly. “You're such a good boy for me.” the lower lid expression, a seductive grin crept on his face. He had a smirk on his face knowing damn well this little power trip you had could be taken in a matter of a swift motion. But instead of doing that, he banter with you. “Your good boy is loved when you ride him.” his hands firmly holding your thighs. You could feel his pelvis buckling slightly as he went a bit deeper into you.

Hakkai

Have you ever heard the expression 50 shades of red? Well, think about Hakkai and how red his face would be. His quivering moans accompanied him as his body tensed up trying not to cum so easily. Your teeth are nibbling on his lower lip. Sinful words accompanied by soft moans from you. He craved to touch you but you denied it. Pushing his hands back down on the bed. “Tsk tsk babe I didn’t say you could touch me yet.” letting out a playful low chuckle.

“Ngh~~~” he craved for his hands to touch your body but you would give him permission until you decided to. Hearing the cursing words escape from his lips. His blue eyes would dilate due to how much he was turned on. “You're making this painful hard not to touch you.” he pants as he looked up at you.

Ran

He is all up for you to take control when he is not in the mood to dom you. He finds it exciting how from being so submissive to being this dominant person and a flash of an eye when given the opportunity. Face sitting as he enjoys the sweet nectar coming from you. Your hand ran through his lavender hair tugging it as his tongue flicked your clit. “Just like that,” you mumbled in a moan.

His hands held your thighs firmly as he buried his face into your wet cunt. When he hears you speak he removes his tongue from your sensitive bud of nerves in a lazy smile “Anything for my queen. I shall please my queen any way she wants.” Rindou Talk about pouty. He would try to take control back but when you tell him not he won't go through with his plan. You're sitting on the middle of his chest, your hands reaching behind you as you beg to stroke his cock. “Looking a bit submissive Rin darling?” you cooed in a teasing manner. The luring gaze you gave him made his cock twitch in your hand.

“You making it very hard not to toss you ah----” he could even speak as you begin to stroke his cock faster. He tossed his head back on the pillow, the bit of precum coming from his cock. Your thumb runs on his slippery tip as you continue to stroke him. “Fuuuuck.” he is gritting his teeth.

Hamna

He will think you have control but he is the one secretly in control of everything. When he doesn’t want to put effort he would love how you ride. One hand is on the back of his head and the other is stimulating your clit. He could feel your cunt constricting around his cock. “You know just how I like it. Don’t you dare stop” one hand pressing on his chest as the other began to fondle your breast

A grin appeared on my face “I won't baby girl. I wanna see that lovely face of yours when you cum .” Instantly you knew he had the upper hand with his words. You couldn't even get mad at him but you followed what he said. You continued rocking your hips against him as your orgasms began to approach. The knot forming “That's right cum for me~~cum all over my cock”

Taiju

Yeah right, no way in hell not even in a million years you can do that to the ultimate dom. The moment he senses you trying to take control, you are pinned down underneath him. His cock is ramming into you with no sense of stopping anytime soon. His balls slapping against your throbbing cunt. He firmly held your hands above your head, your legs over his shoulder, his face was millimeters from yours. You were a babbling mess.

“That's what I thought. You know your place, don't think you try that shit with me.” He thrusted hard and deep inside of you “understood?”

“Yes yes, Taiju.” You cried out loud ready to finish the punishment you were going to receive from him.

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lemonlover1110 · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑

Kishibe

Pairing: Kishibe x f!Reader

Summary: Kishibe comes across his pretty neighbor in an inappropriate website, and ever since, becomes obsessed with her. Of course, he'll say he's infatuated, not obsessed

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Pornstar!Reader, Obsessive Kishibe (yanderish), Age Gap (Reader 20s, Kishibe 50s) Dub-Con, Masturbation, Panty Stealing, Nipple Play, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Daddy Kink, Spitting, Non-Consensual Filming, Kishibe Breaks into reader's apartment and is called a perverted old man a lot

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Kishibe isn’t often interested in the life of his neighbors. He’s too busy with his own life to care about them. That is until he notices the pretty neighbor that moves in next door. She immediately catches his eye. She’s stunning– A bit too young for him dare he say. She’s sweet enough to greet him every time she spots him, which makes him like her a bit more. Sure, he finds it annoying when other neighbors greet him. But not the girl next door.

Whenever he sees you, you always look so pretty. Wearing your best outfit (one that doesn’t cover much up, but he doesn’t mind), your makeup and hair carefully done, nails always matching your outfits, and finally, the sweetest smile on your face. He feels as if you’re sweeter with him than with the other neighbors, but of course he’s biased. He thinks the cute girl next door has a crush on him, and he’ll deceive himself.

Nothing happens between you two, though. You greet each other, occasionally asking how your day is, but it never goes beyond that. You’re young enough to be his daughter, so he doesn’t really care that your relationship doesn’t develop further. The scenes that play in his head are just fantasies, and it’s best if they stay like that.

Your relationship– If it can even be called a relationship, stays platonic. He doesn’t do anything to fulfill the fantasies that run through his mind, that is until he finds you on a certain website. You don’t even try to do anything to hide your face. He feels as if all the blood rushes from his head to his dick.

You, his cute neighbor, are pushing your panties to the side, getting two fingers wet with your saliva before you bring them down and run them through your folds. His eyes are nearly popping out of his head as he watches you. Maybe his drinking has caught up to him, and he’s hallucinating that it’s you running your fingers through your cute little cunt, while in fact it’s someone else. So he shuts his eyes for a second, and when he opens them, you’re still there.

“Hmm… Need your dick inside of me.” You say, and he knows that it’s your voice. You’re playing with your clit, and he has to pull his pants down. He has to appreciate every moment of this video, because that’s the only way he’ll ever accomplish any of the scenarios that play in his head every time he sees you. He feels like such a dirty old man while he strokes his dick at the video of his neighbor. “Need you so bad, daddy.”

“Fuck–” He groans, playing with himself while he watches toy with your pussy. He’d do anything to be able to do that to you. To finger you, get you so worked up around his fingers and have you come undone on him. He’d pay almost any amount of money to have you in front of him, doing all of what you’re doing in the video. He’d pay a year’s worth of his salary to simply have you naked in front of him.

“I’d do anything for your cum…” Are the last words he hears before he comes all over his hand. He pauses the video, and he takes a moment to catch his breath. It’s almost embarrassing how fast he finished. He looks at the username of your account, making sure to remember it. He clicks on the username and finds a lot more videos. Many that he will be watching. Although he feels awkward and ashamed for even opening the video.

“Good morning, neighbor.” You wave at Kishibe, and he waves back at you. To him, you’re important enough to wave at. Lately, you’re more than important enough. He holds you on a pedestal, and he doubts anything will change it. He’s thinking with his dick.

A month after he finds your videos, he’s infatuated with you. You’ve completely infiltrated and damaged his mind. You’re like a goddess to him. He could only ever dream of getting with you because you seem completely unattainable. It’s completely weird how he’s almost obsessed with the woman next door.

When you walk away, Kishibe looks around to make sure he’s left alone. He has to wait a minute or so before he walks to your door and lifts up the mat. He grabs the spare key that’s underneath the mat and opens the door to your apartment. He’s trespassing and invading your privacy, but he’s already done so by watching the videos that are online. Kishibe will be late to work, but he couldn’t care less. He has to first run this little errand.

He enters the place and shuts the door. He takes off his shoes before wandering around the place. The place is a bit disorganized, which he can’t blame you for since you weren’t expecting any visitors. He doesn’t care too much to be in the living room nor kitchen, neither place has what he wants. He spots your room, and makes his way over there.

When he enters your bedroom and notices that it’s more organized than the living room and kitchen. He stands around for a moment, looking around the room. He quickly spots the place where most of your videos are filmed. He can tell by the painting above the bed frame, which isn’t hard to distinguish. The camera setup is put away, which is what he’d expect considering you aren’t home to film yourself.

However, Kishibe isn’t here to admire the place where you film yourself. He walks to your cabinet and begins to open drawers, looking for your underwear. He isn’t obsessed, he just really loves this specific pair that you’ve worn in a couple of videos. He needs them for himself. It’ll raise some suspicions, but he doesn’t care. You’ll end up thinking you lost them doing laundry or something along those lines. But he doesn’t find them. He goes through all the pairs you have in the drawer, and no sight of the pair he wants.

Too many cute pairs, some that he has yet to see in your videos, but nonetheless, he doesn’t want any of them. He doesn’t find the pair he wants in your drawer, which puts a smile on his face as he walks to the closet to look for your dirty laundry basket. He finds it, and he fights a grin as he rummages through your dirty laundry. His eyes shine when he finds the pair of panties, all used up. He grabs them, bringing them up to his nose. He smells them and all the blood goes straight to his dick, which is a normal reaction for him just at the thought of you.

He stops when he hears the keys that rattle the front door, and his eyes widen. His heart races, getting inside the closet and closing it so he can hide. He walks to the corner and hides behind some long dresses. You forgot something because you’re not usually home this early. He just hopes that what you forgot isn’t in the closet.

He can’t fully close the closet before you walk inside, so he can see outside. He watches you walk into the room, and he holds his breath. The tiniest sound can get him caught. Even a breath that’s too loud. You’re looking inside some of your drawers, and he’s praying that you don’t look inside the panty drawer and see how messy he left it.

When you find what you need, you rush out of the room and he exhales. He finally takes a deep breath. He shoves your panties into his pocket, and when he hears the door lock, he rummages through your laundry basket once again, looking for more panties that he can take back to his home.

He walks out of the closet and the bedroom. He’s at the front door and looks for his shoes, but he can’t find them. His mind is hazy, so there’s a probability he walked out of his apartment just with his socks. He doesn’t think too hard about it so he walks out of the apartment before you come back, looking for something that you forgot.

At eight in the night, Kishibe hears a knock on his door. He stands up, groggily since he was just about to go to a certain website to watch a certain neighbor play with herself, especially with the little treat that he got for himself. But someone desperately needs him, at least it seems like that because they keep desperately knocking on the door. His frustration quickly goes away when he sees you standing there.

“Hey, how can I–” He begins, but he notices the pair of shoes that you hold up. You pout your pretty lips, your brows furrowed as you look at him. You’re trying your best to not smirk as you look at him.

“Mister, did you lose your shoes?” You question, before you slightly push him to the side so you can enter his apartment. He made himself welcome in your home, why can’t you do the same thing? You put his shoes down on the floor before you walk to the living room. “What a nice home.”

“Thank you.” He answers. You clearly aren’t bothered by the fact that he was inside your home. You found out immediately that he was in there, yet he’s not locked up. So the man figures that he has a chance. He closes the door and walks back to the living room. “I’m Kishibe.”

“I know.” You respond as he takes a seat beside you. You introduce yourself to him as well, “But you probably already knew that.”

“Hmm…” He hums in agreement. Kishibe’s eyes scan you. You’re wearing a white tank top that leaves little to the imagination– In fact, he doesn’t have to think too hard about it because you aren’t wearing a bra underneath. Your nipples are hard and poke through the cloth. He licks his lips as his eyes land on your exposed legs. The shorts you’re wearing are also too short. He ends up clearing his throat before he asks, “Why are you here?”

“To give you your shoes back.” You answer in a very sweet tone. One that he hears in the videos he watches. You turn your body to face him, a mischievous smile on your lips. However, you try to suppress it, disguising it as sweet with the doe eyes on your face. “Or do you want me to leave?”

“Oh, I would never want you to leave.” Kishibe says, one hand landing on your plush thigh. He brings you slightly closer to him, his face inches away from yours. “But what is a pretty little thing like you still doing here with an old man like me?”

“Well… The old man thought it was fine to break into my place and do… Whatever you were doing. So I wanted to see what his place lacked, that mine had.” You bat your eyelashes, slowly and barely moving your face closer to his. “Plus, maybe the old man is… Interesting.”

“Interesting?” He questions. You bite down your bottom lip before your lips land on his. Unlike him, you’re soft and gentle. While his lips are much rougher, his tongue dominates inside your mouth. You feel his nails dig into your thighs, while your hands go to the hem of his shirt. You feel under his shirt while his tongue presses against yours.

Things sure escalated quickly, but you knew this would happen quickly because you’ve seen the way he looks at you. The walls of your apartments are very thin as well. You heard your videos dead in the night while trying to fall asleep.

Kishibe bites your bottom lip before he pulls away from your lips, going down to kiss your neck. He kisses and sucks on your neck while his hands pull down your tank top, freeing your tits from their very loose confinement. He kisses down to your breasts as one hand goes down inside your pants. You aren’t wearing pants as well.

A couple hours ago he would have only dreamt of doing this. But now he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking on it while two fingers run through your folds. He has the urge to comment on how wet you are, but his mouth is too busy sucking on your tit to even bother. Right now, Kishibe’s priority is enjoying the moment. Even if it means keeping his words to himself.

He hears your soft moans as he flicks his tongue on your nipple while his fingers lazily play with your clit. He detaches his mouth from your tit and kisses your breasts before his tongue circles around your other nipple. His mouth wraps around your other nipple, and once again, he begins to suck.

His index and middle finger press against the entrance of your cunt. A loud moan leaves your lips when he slips his fingers inside of you. Much bigger and thicker than you expected. But again, he is a tall and big man. He gently bites down on your nipple before pulling away.

The man fights back a smile as he hears you moan like a fool around his fingers. He curves his fingers just right, making them brush against your g-spot with his every move. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“So good.” You moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You feel as his thumb begins to play with your clit, and you begin to roll your hips. He’s doing just as you expected, after all, Kishibe had infiltrated your thoughts only because you imagined him as an experienced old man. Maybe also the fact that he might've been a pervert turned you on a bit, which is absolutely out of character for you.

“What a naughty fucking girl.” He comments, feeling as your walls tighten around his fingers. You’re already on the brink of an orgasm, which makes him feel proud. At least he’s doing the right thing. He’s watched too many videos to at least not somewhat know what your body likes. “Would you like it better if it was my dick?”

“Yeah… I need you so bad, daddy.” You mewl, shutting your eyes as you feel your orgasm come closer and closer, slowly overtaking your body. You’re already putty in his hands, and you can’t wait to find out how he’ll fuck you. “Need your dick inside of me.”

“Oh, I bet you do.” He clicks his tongue. One of your hands is wrapped around his bicep, and your grip tightens as your orgasm gets closer. The grip finally loosens as you reach your high, your body spasming as you come around his fingers.

When he takes his fingers out, he spreads his fingers and admires them since they’re covered in your juices. It’s so pathetic that he’s admiring this, but God, he’ll finally come to admit that he’s obsessed with you. He brings his fingers up to his lips and licks them clean. And fuck, you taste so fucking good. Just as he imagined.

“You really wanna take my dick, baby?” He asks, grabbing his phone from his pocket. Your eyes are shut as you try to regulate your breath. You don’t notice as he positions his phone on the coffee table and begins to record. Of course, he isn’t going to share this with anyone, it’s just some other content for him to watch.

“I need your dick.” You tell him, pushing down your pants. You hope he won’t make you beg, because you’ll do it, but that’s just humiliating. You’ll never beg for anyone, but for Kishibe you just might have to. You’ve been thinking about him just as much as he’s been thinking about you. You look up at him with lust-filled eyes, biting down your bottom lip.

“You really want to let an old pervert fuck you?” He asks as he pulls down his sweatpants. You frantically nod your head as you throw your shorts elsewhere. “You know I’ve been watching you online…”

“I know…” You answer, licking your lips as he begins to pull down his briefs. He’s a tease. He’s so slow to push down his underwear. He wants to kill you slowly. Your hands land on the waistband of his briefs and you help push the pair down. He chuckles,

“You really want me to fuck you, don’t you? What a naughty girl…” He says as his dick springs free. Your hand wraps around his length, which is bigger than you expected but you can’t complain, and you stroke it a couple of times before you lay your back down on his couch. He gets on the couch as well, pushing your knees up to your chest, “I’ve been wanting to see you in this position for a long time.”

His hand gently smacks your cunt twice before he brings his lips together and spits on your pussy. You watch him, desperately needing his dick inside of you. You finally feel as his tip presses against your clit before he runs it through your cunt. He stops at your entrance and slaps his tip a couple of times before he slips his dick inside your cunt.

You gasp as you feel his length fill you up and stretch you out. Kishibe looks at your face, as you bite your bottom lip, scared of being too loud. For some reason you’re scared of looking pathetic in front of him as he fucks you. He gives you a minute to get adjusted to his size before he begins to move.

“So fucking tight…” He says through gritted teeth, almost in disbelief at how good your cunt feels around him. He didn’t imagine it’d feel so good. He watches you shut your eyes, allowing him to look at the phone and make sure it’s in the right place to be recording. The last thing he needs is to be filming nothing. His focus goes back to you. “Need to hear you moan… Can you do that for me?”

You stop biting down your lip and letting your moans free into the air. Allowing him to hear how good he’s making you feel. He’s so thick and large, which makes him hit all the right spots with every thrust. Kishibe smirks, watching, hearing and feeling how good you feel with his cock fucking you. This is something that he’s been dreaming of for the past month.

You don’t fear being too loud anymore, since you know there’s no one next door. You hear him as he groans, succumbing to the pleasure your pussy is giving him. So tight and warm. He’ll definitely be thinking of this and only this for the next couple of days. It’s a good thing he’s recording it. “What a good girl… Making daddy feel good. Do you feel good, baby?”

“So good, daddy.” You respond, your brain slowly working less and less. You feel another orgasm approach, which makes your hand move down to play with your clit. Your cunt is tightening around him, and Kishibe can say that it feels way better around his dick than around his fingers.

“You want my cum, baby?” He asks, and you loudly hum in response, too focused on reaching your orgasm. Every thrust just hits every right spot, and it makes it hard for you to contain yourself a little while longer. You moan loudly as you reach your orgasm, finishing around his cock. “Fuck…”

“I need your cum, daddy.” You tell him, and he feels himself near the edge.

“Gonna give it all to you.” He mutters, giving a couple more thrusts before he paints your inside with his cum. His dick remains inside of you for a moment, while he catches his breath.

Clarity hits, and he decides if it’s the right time to mention the panties that are currently on his bed. That might have to stay as a secret for a while.

His eyes shift to look at the phone that still records. He fights back a smirk as he takes his cock out of your cunt. That video will stay a secret for sure… He might share it with a couple of friends and that’s it. Or well–

It wouldn’t be harmful for the rest of the world to know that you have a nice neighbor that takes care of you when you’re in need.

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patchesjam · 1 month

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Actually so true.... the way she signs off as messy bitch it's literally like straight off from fb and also like I guess she's acknowledging she's a messy bitch? And saying people who were rightfully calling her out abusive? My god woman, you are riding the coattails of your own child's fame you need to chill.

it makes me angry and so incredibly embarrassed. a 50 something year old beefing and airing business of a 24 year old, who apologises on first knowledge of an offence caused, and going online to talk shit about 14 year old in her mentions. it's embarrassing and it's so disgusting to me that an ambassador and worker in mental health would just go 'yeah just being a cunt no other explanation or excuse, and I'll just share this haha look how vile this guy is' I'm sorry it makes me so so angry

#i think my parents are such rolemodels in this aspect for me and very mature.#to think of my mum doing this. i would be absolutely horrified.

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keikikait · 5 months

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a slice of almond tofu [aged up!megumi x f!reader]

pairing: au!biker!megumi x barista!mechanicsdaughter!reader (both are early to mid 20s)

word count: 3k

summary: you're the head barista at your local cafe. you see people come and go regularly, customers and employees. recently, a spiky, dark-haired biker has been coming in every day, and you suspect he’s always there to see you.

warnings: slightly ooc megumi haha, my limited knowledge of motorcycles, smut [18+ ONLY!], dom!megumi, sub!reader, public sex? (it’s in an empty office), nickname use [baby, sweetheart, pretty girl], name calling [slut, fucktoy, whore], cunnilingus, porn with slight plot, mention of a blowjob, use of the words ‘cock’ and ‘cunt’, clit slapping (?), choking (slight), hair pulling (kind of?), mention of a breeding kink (sue me idc)

a note: this is my first fanfic on tumblr, please be understanding lol. i tried to write this as body type, skin tone, hair color, and hair texture neutral as possible. please let me know if there's something i should add or take away! also, sorry if there are any issues with tense, i flip-flopped between past & present for a while.

please reblog and comment, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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It was late at the cafe, the setting sun outside causing a wave of soft golden light that further added to the warm, comfy aesthetic.

Your back was turned to the front, wiping down one of the espresso machines to clean it. Your head spun around when you heard the low growl of a bike outside.

He was here.

He came inside, pulling his helmet off as he shut the door. He smooths his dark hair with his hand and took a look at the menu on the wall briefly before approaching you behind the counter.

He clears his throat before speaking in a calm, quiet voice.

“A slice of almond tofu and a hot caramel latte, please.”

You smile, plugging it into the register before grabbing a ticket to write his order on. “For here?”

“Yes.”

“And soy milk, right?”

He blushes slightly. You remember him. “Yes, soy milk.”

You chuckle, capping the pen and setting the ticket on the espresso machine. He moved to sit down at his usual spot, a large dark brown leather couch in the corner of the cafe by the only outlet. It was directly across from the pick up counter, and you used this to your advantage, slowly stealing glances at him while he typed away on his laptop or read whatever book he had that day.

You got to work on his order, picking a large slice of the almond tofu before putting more of the frangipane and almond slices on top. You know he always wanted more almond on top, and even though it was an extra 50 cents, you never charged him. You made his latte, paying extra attention to the latte art. A heart would be too forward, you thought, so you did a fern.

You plate his order before sliding it onto the pickup counter. “It’s Megumi, right?”

He looks up from his laptop, his lips slightly parted. “Yeah, do I really come in here that much?” He stands up and collects his order before sitting back down.

“Yeah, but I don’t mind.”

He smiles before taking a bite of the almond tofu. “I like this cafe. It’s so comfortable and calming…plus the coffee and food are really good.”

He glances out the window briefly before turning back to you. He clarifies your name, and to your own surprise, he said it correctly.

You smile. “That's me,” You point to your nametag which had “HEAD BARISTA” carved into it under your name.

He glances at it and smiles at you. “How long have you been working here?”

You grab a rag from the sanitizer bucket and begin wiping down the counter. “About three years.”

He whistles, “That’s a long time.” He takes a sip of the latte. “I assume I’m one of your regulars.”

You smile. “Yeah, it’s hard to forget that bike.” You put the rag back into the sanitizer bucket.

He smirks, scratching his jaw. “Ah, so I’m memorable?”

You smile again. “Very. Also, you’re one of the only customers that gets the almond tofu. The matcha is the most popular.” You lean across the counter, propped up on your elbows.

“It’s one of my favorite things here. I love how simple yet sweet it is.” He looks out the window again before looking back at you. “Can I ask you for some advice?”

You’re taken aback, but you say yes anyway.

Megumi sighs, facing you completely. “So, I just moved here, and I’ve been having some issues with my bike, with the engine and the exhaust…my friend and I have been trying to repair it but nothing is working. Do you know of any auto shops around?” He reaches up and scratches the back of his head, and you had to force yourself to ignore how his bicep moved under his shirt.

You smile. You had this in the bag. “Actually, funnily enough, my dad is a mechanic,” You reach over to the napkin holder and pull a pen out of your apron pocket, scribbling down the address. “You can come by tomorrow, if you want.” You slide it across the counter.

His eyes light up. “R-Really? That's so sweet of you, umm…” He pauses. “How much would it cost? I haven’t gotten paid yet.”

You wave away his worries. “It’ll be on the house. My dad does free repairs for my friends.”

Megumi’s eyebrows raise. “Are you sure?”

You nod, smiling again. “Come by around noon.”

He smiles down at the napkin before folding it up and putting it in his pocket. “Thank you so much…you seriously don’t understand how much it means to me.”

You step back from the counter. “Don’t worry about it.”

Megumi shoves the remaining tofu in his mouth before gulping down the rest of the drink, sliding the dishes to you. “Thank you so much. I’ll see you at noon tomorrow.”

You pick up the dishes, setting them aside to wash. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Megumi.”

You watch as he leaves, putting his helmet back on and climbing onto his bike. He drives off, into the sunset, and you can’t wait for tomorrow.

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It was a hot day in Tokyo.

You get up early, taking your time to thoroughly get ready. He had only ever seen you in your barista uniform, no makeup with your hair pulled back, and an ugly, bulky brown apron on. You want to impress him, you need to impress him.

You look in the mirror one last time, fixing your hair and tugging on your thin sundress. It’s one of your favorites, pretty short, just hitting the middle of your thigh, a soft lavender color, and fairly loose fitting. A slight breeze would cause it to float up, but if Megumi saw that you wouldn’t mind too much.

You head over to your dad’s workshop, pulling open the heavy gate and stepping inside. You had lied and said Megumi was a school friend to secure the free discount for him. You pace around, antsy, occasionally glancing at your phone. It was already 12:15, and worry that he wasn’t coming was eating you alive.

Megumi pulls up to the workshop on the edge of town, parking his bike in front of the garage door. He walks up and knocks, hoping you would answer and not your father.

You pull the door up, smiling. “Hey, Megumi!”

Megumi smiles, trying to not let his eyes wander over your body. “Hey, sorry I’m late…it nearly gave out on me on the ride over here.” He starts walking his motorcycle inside the garage.

“It’s okay,” You smile. “My dads in his office, I’ll go get him.”

You rush to your dad’s office, knocking on the door and peeking your head in. Megumi tries not to watch your ass move in your dress as you walked, but he can’t help himself.

Your father exits his office, greeting Megumi with a smile. You stand behind your father and watch; watch the way Megumi’s eyes lit up when he was discussing his bike, how big his smile was when your father confirms, yes, the repairs would be free, and how his arms moved as he gestured.

You want him. Badly.

Your father squats down by the bike, examining the exhaust pipe. He unscrews the covers on the side to look at the engine, and whistles.

He stands back up, looking at Megumi. “This might take a while. I gotta go across town to get some replacement parts.” Megumi’s eyes widen, and he fumbles for his wallet in his bag. He pulls it out and starts inquiring about the payment when your father shakes his head. “On the house, you’re a friend of my daughter. Don’t worry about it.”

Megumi gulps. “Are you sure, sir?” Your father nods before heading over to you and kissing you on the forehead.

“I’ll leave right now. I’ll be back in maybe an hour or so.”

You both say your goodbyes and the garage door shut with a bang as your father leaves.

Now it’s just the two of you, alone.

You finally break the silence. “Do you want to sit in his office? It’s air conditioned.”

He smiles. “Yes, please. The heat is killing me.”

You chuckle before leading him into your father’s office, sitting down in his big office chair. Your thighs smush together when you sit down, and it make Megumi’s jaw tick. You grab the small hand fan your father kept on his desk and begin fanning yourself.

Megumi sits in the chair across the desk. “So, do you help out here, too? Or do you just work at the cafe?”

A droplet of sweat travels down your collarbone. “I help out here sometimes. Mostly I’m an errand girl.”

You keep fanning yourself, pulling the dress down your thighs. You’re already hot and sweaty, and being around Megumi definitely doesn’t help.

He crosses his legs, trying to hide the erection that was slowly forming. You look so adorable in your dress, and Megumi can’t help but imagine kissing your shoulders and chest as he slides the straps down-

No. He has to focus and hold out. At least for a little bit longer.

He leans his elbows on his knees, wiping his lip with his thumb. “That's nice of you, to help your father.”

You swallow hard, sitting up straight and squeezing your thighs together. He’s so effortlessly beautiful. “Yeah, I guess so. He fixes my car for free.”

You continue to fan yourself. It gets awkwardly quiet, the only sound being from the clock ticking on the wall above the door.

He looks at you, rubbing his thumb on his knee in a circular motion. “Do you think he’ll actually take an hour?”

You nod. “He gets distracted at the store, talking to his mechanic buddies. Honestly, he’ll probably take longer than that.”

Megumi grins. “Perfect. I want you all to myself for a while.”

You bite back a whine and squeeze your thighs together again, finally responding with “Mhm.”

He smirks. “You okay? A bit hot?”

You nod, sheepish. “Yeah…a bit.”

“Mhmm, I can tell. You keep squeezing your thighs together. It’s adorable.” Megumi says.

You nearly faint. “It is?”

“It’s the cutest thing.” He stands up from the chair and walks around the desk, kneeling in front of you.

You let out a soft gasp, shutting the fan and setting it down on the desk.

He smirks, and reaches up to touch your thighs. “Is this okay?” You nod, sliding down further in the chair. He groans, spreading his hands over your thighs. “God, these are driving me crazy.”

“Yeah?”

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your thigh. “Yeah. Been wanting to sink my teeth into them. Been wanting you ever since yesterday.”

You gulp. “Since yesterday? Even when I’m in my uniform?”

He nods, squeezing your thighs with his hands. They’re rough and calloused and you nearly cum on the spot. “You looked so fucking innocent, it drove me crazy. I almost crashed on the way home because I was so goddamn hard and I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking that little mouth of yours.”

Your mouth dropped open, almost instinctively. “Um, I mean-I wouldn’t mind that.”

He smirks again. “I know you wouldn’t, baby.”

Baby. You let out a shaky breath.

He pushes the hem of your dress around your hips, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head when he sees your panties. Black, relatively plain, but there’s a little purple bow on the front and it makes his head spin. “Can I take these off?”

Your face flushes. “I thought you wanted me to…you know-”

“Gag on my cock?” Megumi finishes your sentence for you. “I do. But, that can wait. I need to get my mouth on you or else I’m going to die.”

You nod. You aren’t complaining, not at all. “You can take ‘em off, then.”

Megumi slides your panties down, pocketing them for later, and spreads your legs wide. He moans when he sees your little cunt for the first time. He wraps his hands around your hips and pulls you to the edge of the chair.

You feel anxious under his gaze. Does he not like it? Is it pretty? Before you can even think about asking, he leans forward and slots his mouth over you.

You gasp, immediately going to thread your fingers through his hair. It’s soft, despite the gel. Maybe you should ask him what kind he uses after.

Megumi moans when he tastes you, moving his tongue flat in small circles over your clit. He can’t get enough, the taste is driving him crazy. And you’re so sensitive too, squirming and moaning his name.

He moves his mouth away and slides two fingers inside you. You whine at the loss of contact and try to push his head down again. He chuckles. “Patience, pretty girl, patience.”

You shake your head. You can barely focus on anything other than his long fingers pumping in and out of you. They feel so much better than your own. “Can’t, Megs, I can’t. I need you.”

“I know you do,” He coos, thrusting even faster. His thumb takes the place of his tongue, rubbing your clit in small circles. “Your cute little clit is so swollen, just for me. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes! All for you, Megs!” Your hips buck a little when his thumb speeds up.

He fucking laughs at that. “Sensitive little slut, aren’t ya?”

You nod again, nearly cumming at his condescending laugh and the pet name. “Your…your slut, Megumi.”

He smirks. “All mine. You were practically made for me, baby. I can just tell this little cunt is gonna squeeze my cock so well.” His fingers speed up and he moves his thumb to replace it with his tongue.

His fingers rub against that spongey spot inside you and you cum immediately, clenching around his fingers as you grind against his tongue.

Megumi pulls away, a triumphant smile on his face. “Fuck. Good girl.” He gives your clit a gentle slap before getting up from his knees. He pulls off his shirt and starts to unbuckle his belt. “Bend over the desk. Right now.”

You happily oblige, moving your father’s papers aside and bending over the desk, hiking your dress up around your hips.

He grabs your hips tight, pushing your thighs open with his knees. “Fuck, sweetheart, you look so good like this.”

You shake a little. “I do?”

Megumi groans, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds. “So fucking good. Makes me wanna take you home and make you my personal little fucktoy.”

You let out a shaky moan. Holy shit. “I-I-I mean I wouldn’t mind.”

He groans again. “Goddamn, you’re perfect. Maybe I should make you mine. Take you home, treat you right, fuck your brains out every night…”

His voice trails off, and you go to respond with a pathetic ‘Please, Megumi!’ when you feel his cock push against your cunt and slowly start sliding in.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you moan.

He grabs your hair roughly, right at the root. “Fuck.”

Megumi’s cock slides all the way in and you almost cum. You feel like your choking, like his cock is in your guts.

“So big…” You manage to say.

He reaches his other hand around and wraps it around your throat, and this time you do cum.

Megumi groans loudly. “God, fuck, did you just cum?” You nod pathetically and he chuckles. “Fucking whore. I love it.”

His hips start moving, the pat pat pat filling your ears. You can hardly think, quickly being pushed past your second orgasm as the third one looms.

You swallow some drool before it escapes your lips. “Megumi…”

“Shhh, pretty girl,” Megumi coos. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.” He squeezes your neck a little.

Your mouth drops open as his hips speed up. His soft moans are right by your ear, and even though you’re getting fucked stupid, you can’t help but imagine what he sounds like when you’re between his thighs gagging on his stupidly big cock.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he squeezes your neck again.

He moves his hand from your neck to your mouth, covering it. “Shhh, baby. We don’t want your neighbors to hear you, do we?”

You nod, agreeing with him. You can’t let anything ruin this moment.

Megumi keeps his hand clamped over your mouth as his hips speed up. “Fuck, sweetheart, I wanted to hold out but I don’t think I can last. Your little cunt is so wet and perfect, fucking hell.”

He tugs your head back further and your eyes meet.

Tears well in your eyes and you mumble against his hand. “Please cum inside me, Megumi.”

His eyes darken. “Yeah? You want me to fill you up? Get you nice and pregnant?”

You’ve never even thought about having kids, but honestly you would do anything for him at this point. You nod pathetically.

His smirk fades as he moans. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me.”

Megumi keeps a tight grip on your hair as his thrusts speed up. His orgasm sneaks up on him. “Fuck, fuck, shit-baby, fuck, ‘m cumming!” He cums loudly, letting go of your hair and gripping your hips with both hands to keep you from moving away.

You lay there on your father’s desk, drooling slightly.

He flips you onto your back and sits you upright. “You okay? Did I go too hard?”

You smile softly. “It was perfect.”

Megumi grins before looking down at your cunt as his cum drips out. “Fuck. Do you have a tissue or something?”

You blindly reach behind you and grab the box of tissues your father keeps on his desk. Megumi takes one and cleans you up gently.

He kisses your clit before slapping it again. “You’re such a good girl.”

Your legs are still shaking. “Your good girl.”

His eyebrows raise. “Yeah? You wanna be mine?”

You nod. “Wanna be all yours, Megs.”

Megumi pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I think we can arrange that.”

The floor shakes as the garage door opens, signaling your father’s return.

His eyes flick to the clock. “Hey, you lied! He only took 45 minutes!”

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ahhh sorry the ending is so shit lmao, i had no idea how to end it. anywayz, let me know what you think!

pt 2? maybe.

please do not translate or copy my work!

#keikiwrites #✿: megumi!#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #megumi smut #jjk smut #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro smut #dom!megumi #sub!reader

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jaeedraszaerysz · 8 months

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JOHNNY, BAM, STEVE-O, CHRIS AND RYAN WITH A NORTHERN ENGLISH S/O

Notes: this might have some more teesside oriented aspects so I apologise and I try to keep it as neutral as possible while still writing decent shit ✨️

Warnings: swearing, injury (obv u fuckin dumbass), sexual references??

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE

Will 100% dress up in a suit and take you to a fancy ass restaurant while working his shittiest English accent

Got confused as fuck when you started using any slang/roadman terms

Defos uses words wrong

Went round calling everyone wanker for a full day

Thought chav was a fucking food at first defos

LOVES HEARING U SPEAK

will listen to u chat for hours

MY DAYS HES OBSESSED

So let's say jackass came to England yea

And u went up north to visit ur mates and stuff yea

Wouldn't understand a fuckin thing u was on about if u were talking to your mates

Thought a parmo was a sex move and was GOBSMACKED

He defos went to a pub with u and the guys and they got the piss ripped of them by a bunch of sweaty geezas in their 50s 😭

Take him to any beach and you will 100% have to restrain him from jumping of the end of a pier into a bunch of rocks

Caught onto u saying innit so much and now says it unironically and the guys have a laugh taking the mick out of him

Poor sod

But he's devoted to you

Defos would make roadman and chav skits w u outside a maccies or a tesco extra

BAM MARGERA

Asking if u know every single British rockstar to ever exist

Was confused when u told him it was almost 5 hours from London to anywhere near ur gaff

Got scrapped by a bunch of year 7s outside a one stop if u took him to England

Takes the mick out of yu in a cute way

Copies ur words

DEFOS TOLD JOHNNY TO PACK IT IN ONCE AND U WERE FUCKING CREASING

Told him u met Janick Gers from iron maiden and had drinks wiv him in the pub one time and he almost diedddd.

You could defos persuade him to dress up in a Adidas traccy and run fru ur local shopping center screaming sweet Caroline and tripping over eachother

you took him to hmv?

Big mistake

He never wants to leave

Defos has all the badges and posters

Spent an hour minimum sat on the floor with you looking at the band t shirts

Would complain constantly about weather but would kiss you in the rain

Got stuck in a shitty kids swing at the park

CHRIS PONTIUS

Lives for your voice

Copies ur every word

If u took him to ur hometown he would cling onto your arm and NOT let go

Called someone a geezer at a local boots and got scrapped

Yano them rando tarzees kids make out of rope and stuff but their always like 50 meters of the ground?

He found one

Jumped off

Flew like a mufucken bird

BEANS ON TOAST

WHAT AN INVENTION

His mind was opened to the 4th dimension that day

Imagine he pulled a party boy stunt in the town center

GOT CALLED A NONCEWING BY A BUNCH OF CHAVS

Wore a tie everywhere u went while u were their

Says oh my days religiously now

Fails a stunt? Oh my days

Trips? Oh my days

Bam pulls a rocky on him? Oh my fucking days

LOVES YOU SM THO

His little English, tea drinking princess

STEVE-O

Steve-o lived in England for alot of his childhood, always on the move so he was a bit more calm than most

BUT CAUSE HE WAS FROM DOWN SOUTH AND YOU UP NORTH THAT DONET STOP HIM

makes fun of northern chavs and compares them

Says the North is like a diff country all together js on account of the people and the weather

Thinks ur footie teams r shite

Defos got kicked up the arse for that one

Meal deals man

His fave thing after you

Esp from tescos

LYNX AFTERSHAVE IS HIS THING OMFS

Understands some British slang but is still confused by majority of ur convoz with people from ur home town

TAKE HIM TO FLAMINGO LAND

INSTANT MAYHEM

Sold gimicky vapes to some year 8s and fucking pissed himself laughing when they realised

RYAN DUNN

Swears at everyone with "posh words"

Wanker, bell-end, twat, muppet, cunt.

Picked up the accent on the words too

Fucking fab tha

GOT APPROACHED BY A PROZZIE

was terrified

Defos asked where her teeth were and got chased off

Thinks corner shops in England r the best thing ever

Manjaros? The takeaway not the mountain?

LOVED IT

DONNER KEBAB ✨️💅

Has been chased by council estate grannies for shoving you into people's gardens

Sat with you at the top of those shitty rope climbing frames in the park and u had a legit romantic moment

SPOILER ALERT! bam got photos of u kissing up there

Yano them random tunnels under the main roads yea?

Went down them wiv u and u ended up in a field with him laying on your chest and looking at the stars

#jackass x reader #jackass x british reader #england #johnny knoxville #bam margera x reader #johnny knoxville x reader #ryan dunn x reader #steve o #steve o x reader #chris pontius x reader

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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Number 18 and 50 with a female character of your choosing? Bonus if one of them cries and there's aftercare.

Heyyy anon!! Thanks for the request, I always love getting them! Ooooh, I’d love to do this… 😏 Ok, here’s a w/w fic with those prompts plus crying and aftercare (:

Too Far? ~Principal Larissa Weems xFem teacher!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, spanking, overstimulation, fingering, pining, smut, degrading kink, pet names, etc.

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

#18. “Count.”

#50. “Bend over.”

1.1 k words

Enjoy (;

You had started teaching at Nevermore Academy just this year. And one woman immediately caught your eye the second you saw her: Larissa Weems. You fell for her more and more over the school year. But she didn’t seem to show any signs of reciprocative feelings... So you decided to become more bold and obvious about your feelings.

You flirted with Larissa more. You spent as much time with her as you could, making up assignments and “asking for her help”. But nothing seemed to work. Her mind seemed far off in the distance on something else...

This past week, you’d started to dress more provocatively for her. Day by day, your outfits got slowly less modest... It was Friday and you decided to wear quite a short skirt and a thin white long shirt, where you could clearly see your bra patterns through it.

It was Friday afternoon when Larissa called you into her office.

You entered the room, “You asked to see me, Principal Weems?” you said, hoping to god she had finally noticed you enough to distract her from whatever was on her mind.

“Yes, have a seat.” Larissa curtly said, while she flipped through some paperwork on her desk. She barely even looked up to you...

You sat down with her desk in between you and her. Finally, Larissa looked up from her paperwork. She sighed.

“Look love, we need to talk about your recent clothing choices...” she said while clearly eyeing what you had on today.

But you were too busy blushing from her calling you love, to notice her linger on your choice of clothing or by any means answer her.

Larissa continued, “It’s unprofessional. If your trying to get someone’s attention, then I suggest you go about it in a different way.”

Now, you definitely noticed her linger on evident dip indent of your bra, you responded, “But what if a different way hasn’t worked? What if is the only thing that has gotten their attention?”

Larissa took a moment to contemplate what you had said or were implying, before she bluntly answered, “That is still no reason to break a rule. Rules are meant to be followed, and you can’t just go around breaking them and expect no backlash or consequences.”

At that, you not only blushed but also inherently rubbed your legs together at the thought of a punishment. God, you needed to get your thoughts together...

“Do we understand each other?” Larissa sternly asked.

You tried to say yes but what came out of your mouth was a combination of a hum and a whimper, which you immediately went to correct into a “Yes.”. But she had heard you.

You looked at Larissa, your face red from embaressment, and you saw something click in Larissa’s mind. Her eyes shifted in their tone as she continued, “Do you need to be taught a lesson for this offence, or will you be good?” she tautingly said.

You were halfway breathless as you whimpered, “A lesson, ma’am.”

Larissa smirked. Her eyes had now been flooded with a completely different shade than before. One you had never seen before.

“Get up.” she commaded you, and you followed her request almost immdiately.

“See... you CAN follow instructions...” Larissa tauntingly purred, “Come around the desk so I can fully see you.”

You walked around the desk to meet her on the side, not being to say anything. Larissa’s pupils dialated as she took in your outfit properly.

“My my, I think that’s the worst one yet, love...” Larissa taunted.

You blushed at the nickname again, your head was already so foggy and your cunt was already so slick, you couldn’t properly focus.

Larissa’s face suddenly changed again. But this time it became stern and commading.

“Bend over.” she demanded, indicating on her lap.

This shook you out of your mind fog. “What..?” you stuttered out.

“I won’t repeat myself, slut. You need to be taught a lesson. Isn’t that what you want?” Larissa tautingly purred.

You gulped and went to bend over on her lap.

Larissa chuckled. She easily lifted up your tiny skirt to see your soaked panties.

“My my... Is my little slut so worked up for me?” she purred. Your response was a whimper in need.

Larissa then proceeded to unexpectedly smack your ass with the back of her hand, causing you to yelp in pain.

“When I ask a question, slut, you answer it.” she fumed.

You whimpered in desperation, “Yes ma’am.”

She then ripped your panties off. And proceeded to say one thing, “Count.”

You were so fucked...

Her hand then landed on your behind again, causing a painful yet delicious stinging as you whimpered, “One..”

She kept going in a ruthless fashion, making you yelp, mewl, moan, and most importantly, count.

By fifteen, you were a needy mess with a rosy red ass sticking up in pain as well as desperation for more.

“Has my little slut learned her lesson?” Larissa purred with a smirk and delight.

You immediately started begging, “Yes, fuck please. Please ma’am...”, your eyes had started watering a few counts ago, leaving tear stains on your face.

You thought you were done, but Larissa caught you off guard once more, as she snaked her hand in between your thighs.

“Good girl...” she purred, as she started to pump a finger inside your treacherously wet cunt. Moan after moan flowed out from your mouth. Insanely quickly, Larissa had brought you right to your needy, desperate edge.

“Cum on my fingers, my little slut.” Larissa purred.

And you came. Your legs clenched and trembled as a massive waved of pent of pleasure released itself through you.

Afterwards, your entire body was weak and sensitive from the intensity of the orgasm Larissa had just given you. Your tears started to well up again from the overwhelming nature of that massive climax.

Larissa’s face screwed up in concern, “Oh love, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push you too far...” She turned you around and took you into her embrace, whispering a good amount of “I’m sorry’s”. She cradled you for a while.

At one point, you looked up at her with still glossy eyes. Larissa’s face was washed with nothing but concern and care.

This time, you caught off guard, as you kissed her. It wasn’t lustful or needy. It was a kiss of healing and care. The kiss left Larissa cradling you, and both of you smiling contently at each other.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems headcanon #larissa weems smut #principal weems #principal weems smut #principal weems x reader #teacher!reader #principal weems headcanon #w/w #wednesday netflix #wednsday addams #wednesday addams netflix #wednesday netflix headcanon #lesbian #bisexual #omnisexual #omnisapphic

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seas-storyarchive · 2 months

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Hell's Grief, Brings Heaven's Reign - radiorose au

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Rosie saw him. Alastor went right over the building. She ran to where he was falling, hoping no one would see-

But everyone saw him. Falling. Down, down until- the cracking was defeaning.

That crack.. oh.. oh no, no.. she'd have to spend months waiting on him hand and foot but.. Rosie pushed those thoughts out of her head the moment she saw Alastor. There was no saving him. He'd already died before he hit the grass.

"Al.." She choked, approaching him. She saw his bones had poked through the- no, don't focus on that. Look at his face-

Broken antler, blood- blood- blood! His face, still twisted into that fucking smile from that cunt that owned his soul, had the x from where he got the shot that killed him. His eyes were..

"Oh Alastor.. I.." Rosie choked out, falling to her knees. "I'm so sorry love." She looked at his face, still in a smile. But his eyes, wide, with terror and fear.

Sorrow mixed with rage and wanting blood. And something in Rosie snapped. She lost herself in a blind rage, quickly getting up and rushing at the nearby angels.

Alastor was confused, not understanding were he was. Well, he knew where he now stood, but not how or why he was standing there.

"Hello! What's your name?" The man at the podium before the gates asked, a smile on his face.

"A.. Alastor A-" he caught himself, it wasn't Hell.. so maybe.. "I- I mean Dupuis. Alastor Dupuis, my fine fellow."

Alastor looked at his hands, still red hoof-like fingers on black buck arms. He felt something on his back, and flexed it- wings. He had wings! He was wearing white - a garish color for him - a robe. Why is it always white and a robe? Oh the horror that overcame him, should Rosie see him. Oh.. Rosie.

The man, one Saint Peter himself, looked through the names- and raised his eyebrow when the name was suddenly squeezed in.

"Wow! A new arrival!" Peter was excited. "I wasn't expecting to see you, like ever! That poor woman waited outside the gates for nearly 50 years for you." He looked up to see Alastor looking at his hands. "Well, come on." He opened the gate for Alastor, still smiling.

Alastor, having heard all of this - how his mother waited five decades for him, oh how she must have wanted to ring his ears for being late. Oh, she and Rosie would have gotten along.

But, he and his mother were here, in Heaven. Rosie was down there, in Hell, with everyone else. Fighting.

"I.. I can't." Alastor said suddenly, looking at Peter. "I won't leave them."

Peter sighed, "It's.. it's complicated, buddy. You probably won't even get back down there."

He had a determined look on his face. "I have to go back. I am going back." And, happily, Alastor found out that his shadow worked and dropped him into the clouds. Vanishing down.

"Wait!" Peter tried to stop him, moving out from behind the pedestal but Alastor already vanished. "Shoot, shoot. Ah~ Sera isn't going to like this~" the saint was taking deep breathes, trying to calm down. Oh, this was the last thing they needed to happen.

Back in Hell, Rosie had been slashing through angels, moving towards Adam - whom was now on the ground and beating cannibals left and right.

A feral growl left her as she went to attack him - only get punched by Adam. She growled and went back for it.

"Ooh! We got a feral bitch!" Adam flew out of her range, taunting her.

"I'll kill you and drink wine from your skull as I feast on your entrails!" Rosie hissed, making swipes at him with her clawed hands.

Adam punched Rosie again, this time hard enough to stun her, and grabbed her neck. "Oh you crazy, old timey bitch." He was disgusted as he took to the sky of hell with Rosie. "Say hi to your old timey bitch of a boytoy!"

He spun them and then threw her down towards the ground, laughing maniacally as she screamed. Only to get blindsided when the barrier of Hell's sky was broken, and something shoot down from it. It blasted by Adam, making the man spin in place in response.

"What the fuck?" Adam looked from the woman to the dragons approaching.

So, this is how Rosie died, again. Falling who knew how many feet down to the ground to join Alastor. Oh Al.. if only she told him how much she loved him. If he wasn't dead, she would hold close and kiss him, run her fingers through his hair and wings- wait, hold the fucking phone!

"Got you!" Said the familiar voice, as familiar arms wrap around her in a familiar way, the flapping of wings she was something new.

"A- Alastor?" Rosie asked, looking at the face of her saviour.

"I'm here, Rosie." The face and voice were him, but.. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting, love." He descended to the ground, and set her down on the grass.

"Alastor Altruist! What the fuck were you thinking?!" Rosie grabbed him by the collar of his suit jacket and shaking him.

"Rosie, love, I-"

All of a sudden Lucifer and Adam crashed down from the sky. The former kicking the crap out of the latter.

Charlie was seen rushing over, and then Lucifer stopped. One could hear him ask, to the first man, "how does mercy taste, bitch?"

"Hmm. Poetic." Alastor said, in sarcasm as he watched all of this. Before turning to Rosie. "You were saying-"

His ears and tail stood at attention, before he moaned into the kiss, suddenly gripping Rosie close to him as he surrendered to the kiss. When they broke, everyone was looking at them.

"Pretty snazzy get up you got dhere, Smiles." Angel said, smiling but the man also with tears in his eyes.

"Oh, this, Angel dear? Pfft, tacky bit of laundry." Alastor said, waving his hand.

"Hey, Antlers." Lucifer drew their attention, looking at the six winged king of Hell as he retracted his wings. "You left Heaven."

Alastor ruffled his feathers. "Very astute of you," he said in a sarcastic manner.

"Well, I mean.. it's the whole point of the Hotel-" Lucifer looked from the pair to Charlie, "so they can get to Heaven?"

"Sire, I left Heaven to come back and save my Rosie." Alastor said, defensively as his festhers ruffled even further. "For I could not bear the thought of her dying an altruistic death without her consent."

"You've basically made yourself a fallen angel, jackass!" Lucifer and Vaggie shouted at almost the same time.

"I am aware. But, as I said, my Rosie's life was worth it." Alastor said.

Rosie, having gone quiet, looked at Alastor. "You.. gave that up? Eternal sunshine and Heaven's light.. for little ol' me?"

Alastor turned to Rosie. "I did indeed. There is no heaven without you. Not for me. Call me a fool, but a fool who finally knows what love is and will go against Heaven's wishes to be at your side, until you decide you are sick of me and send me away."

Rosie began to hit him, repeatedly with her hands, both touched and pissed off. "You sap! You fucking bucket ah tree sap! I'd kill you again if I wasn't so touched by your stupid fucking antics!"

Alastor's wings moved to block her blows, looking to the others. "Love, mes amis, is worth it."

"Uh huh.." Husker raised an eyebrow at the two.

"Why are you- Rosie, doll, care to scratch somewhere?" Alastor didn't wait for a reply and instead turned so Rosie had access to his wings. "Where they connect to my back- ooh~ a little harder, yes~!"

He grinned at the feeling for a moment, oh that spot was Heaven and got his tail wagging, before he looked to the others. "Looking, for this?" His shadow produced a book that it handed him. "Here we go.." Alastor looked at the contracts before he began to rip them in half within the book, the ripped pieces breaking and scattering to the wind.

Husker and Niffty's chains appear, before breaking.

"About fuckin' time." Husk sighed in relief.

"You don't want me to help anymore?" Niffty asked, her eyes wide. She soundes hurt.

"Roise, stop for a second." At Alastor's words, Rosie stopped, before the man walked forwards and knelt down in front of Niffty.

"Niffty.." he sighed, "I have a lot to do to be truly honest with everyone. And it all starts with saying I'm sorry for putting those chains on you. For acting how I did. I.. still want to be your friend, will you let me?" He held out a hand, his pointer and middle fingers extended.

Niffty, thinking it over, smiled widely and took his fingers in her hand with a smile. "Sure! I'd hate to think about what you all would do without me anyway!" She then giggled insanly.

Alastor let out an insane laugh as well. "Why, we'd be over run with bugs, my dear." He smiled.

"Uh, Antlers?" Lucifer's voice cut in.

"Yes?" Alastor looked over to Lucifer, only to get punched. "My good sir, what the devil-"

"Exactly, moron! You fucking BROKE the sky and- huh.." Lucifer looked at the sky as it repaired itself. "Never mind." He looked back to Alastor. "Fuck you still."

Alastor and Rosie went back and forth between the hotel site and Cannibal Town, helping with constructing the hotel (Alastor) and running cannibal town (Rosie). Alastor got a good workout with his wings, and Rosie loved being chauffeured about. Alastor was still a cannibal, heaven would have to kill him again repeatedly before he gave that up and thus ruined his and Rosie's at home date nights.

They were happy. Everyone was happy. Especially when the hotel was built.

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