#and then the tenderness comes and bitch slaps me

[baby-tart]

In genuine anguish rn

[gilverrwrites]

Man, I need something with Jason's big hands, so big that one hand can cup your entire sex...

He will smack your clit, cup your sex, you'll grind on it and he will do something while cupping your lady bits.

I can live off of your body heat

Jason Todd/Reader, 2.4K

AN: I've actually had mutiple req for Jason and/or Dick slapping and pinching the readers clit which is like so specific, but I get it. Like I feel yall so much. I know Jay being a giant is fanon thing, but goddamn my 5'4 ass wants to be crushed by his hands so bad. CWs: Mentions of Jay's scars, swearing, size difference, Dom!Jay, teasing, Jay being really rough, nipple play, clit pinching, clit slapping. Petnames: Baby, babe, babygirl, good girl, Name-calling: Filthy girl, bitch, slut. Recommended listening: Body Heat - Kate Nash

There’s a scar on his chest. Actually, there are many scars on his chest. However, there’s one in particular that stands out; a long taut piece of skin that stretches from his left shoulder blade, right down to his sternum. Its pale sheen stands out against his tan skin and begs you to trail a finger along it.

Despite the temptation, you don’t.

Jason hasn’t slept this well in weeks so you daren't risk waking him yet. Instead, you watch the gentle rise and fall of his torso under the mellow light of the morning sun until the need to move is too great.

Your feet have barely touched the ground when a pair of sturdy arms close around you, enveloping you in the warmth of the very body you’d just been admiring and pulling you back into the bed. Or more, pulling you on top of his body, primarily by his choice, partially because there isn’t enough room for you both to lay without some overlap. Every time you mention buying a larger bed, Jason vetoes it; says he likes the close proximity. That feeling your body against his helps him to relax and you can’t really argue with that sentiment.

“Where’d you think you’re going?” He asks from the spot in the crook of your neck he loves to nuzzle into. He peppers the side of your neck with sleepy half-kisses.

It would be endearing, were his hands not already under the oversized Red Hood tee you’d stolen from him to sleep in.

“Oh, I don’t know.” You hum, hands wrapping around his wrists, purely for additional skin-on-skin contact. You couldn’t stop him from ghosting his calloused fingertips up your body if you wanted to. It’s strange, and arousing to think that he can, and has trapped both of your wrists in with just one hand.

“You don't know?” He’s rousing properly now, amused by your answer.

“Probably just to shower, make a coffee, maybe read a book until you wake up.”

“I’m awake now.” He reminds you, rolling his hips to emphasise his double entendre. The heat of his mourning wood grinds against your backside, and at the same time, one of his wandering hands finally settles on a target. He cups the underside of your breast, and you can’t help sucking in a breath as he pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Already so brutal, despite the slow, sensual way he’s been exploring until now.

You sigh in relief when he lets go, allowing just enough time for the blood to rush back before he clamps down again, this time in a twisting motion that has your hands shooting up into his hair. “Jay!”

He seems unaffected by your attack on his scalp, chuckling into the tender spot behind your ear, and causing a chill to run down your spine. “Yeah, baby?”

“You should be asleep.” You’d intended to deadpan for comedic effect, but it comes out in short, strained breaths that only serve to make you sound needy as hell.

It’s at this point you hear a snapping sound, followed by the light sting of your underwear’s elastic waist snapping against your skin, drawing your attention downwards just in time to feel Jason cupping your entire sex in just one of his hands. All the while he never stops the assault on your now raw tits.

“Do you want me to stop?” He questions. At the same time, he palms your folds through the fabric of your underwear, pressing the ball of it against your increasingly aching clit.

“Feels nice.” You sigh, letting your head fall back against his shoulder, allowing him further access to the sensitive skin of your neck which he eagerly accepts, honing in to suck and nibble, sloppily leaving marks in his wake. You don’t want to back down, but God, you do not want him to stop.

“Come on baby, I need a real answer. Do you want me to go back to sleep?” He eventually circles back, lips barely leaving your flesh as he speaks. Distracting you from the erotic sting of your nipples and the heat between your legs as his rugged fingers push all the right buttons. “Or do you want me to keep playing with your cute little pussy?”

“Fuck, Jay please- “ You’re ready to give in but as you speak he hooks two fingers under the crotch of your underwear, and the resulting, embarrassingly wet squelch that sounds out as he presses them between your folds has you hissing.

“Please what?” He goads, now upping the pressure. He’s doing it on purpose, cause he’s a fucking tease. “Please stop?”

“No! Please don’t stop touching my cunt!”

“Your cunt? You’re fucking filthy, girl. You know that?” He plants a quick, hard kiss on your cheek and, as if you weigh nothing, lifts you by your pussy, repositioning you for his own ease until your legs are stretched wide, his own wedged in between to keep you in place. The speed at which he moves is enough to give you whiplash. You barely have enough time to gasp at the retraction of his hands before they’re on you again, settling in new positions. With one hand he completely pulls aside your panties, exposing your hot, soaked folds to the tepid air. The other pulls your tee over your head before cupping the back of your head, forcing your gaze downwards. “Don’t move. I want you to watch everything I do to you. Can you do that for me, baby”

Shit. You think your heart might beat out of your chest. All this vehement energy so early in the morning. “Yes, Jay!”

Immediately contradicting yourself, you turn your head to admire his handsome profile. The determined squint of his eyes, the bed head, the morning stubble, you really lucked out with him you think as you lean closer to kiss his cheek. Before you can make contact Jay's grip tightens on the back of your head, sharply turning you back to watch as he dips two long fingers between your slit. Your clit practically twitches at the sight of them; long enough to span from top to entrance in excess.

You try your hardest to watch as he repeatedly strokes your lips in short, lazy motions but it’s a challenge not to close your eyes and get lost in the moment. It’s even harder not to throw your head back and scream when he suddenly sinks his fingers around your clit and starts pinching, it. Tightly rolling the sensitive bud between two curled fingers.

“Shit, Jay.” You pant through gritted teeth. “That hurts so good.”

Just like with your nipples, what feels even better is the rapid return of blood flow when he releases it. He repeats the process twice over, laughing every time you flinch or whine. Whispering in your ear about how you’re his “good girl”, how “you can take it” every time you dig your nails into his arm in an attempt to relieve the pain.

“Help me out here babe. Spread your pussy out for me.” He instructs, playfully gasping into your ear when you pull back your lips to reveal your now dark and swollen core. You’re too turned on to care about the sight of it. Happy to expose yourself, certain that the moment he starts kneading you with care, you’ll cum in seconds.

Jason must be thinking the same as he dips one finger into your entrance, just enough to coat it with your arousal before returning to your puffy clit to rub around it in circles. Even at twice the size, your clit is smaller than the tip of his finger.

“Ohh, I’m gonna cum soon.” Before you’ve even finished your sentence Jay retracts his hand, ripping a distraught weep from you in the process. You’ve been here a hundred times before, splayed out for him, gasping, and begging for his touch, but the red-hot shame at your flagrant desperation never eases. “What the fuck, dude!?”

“Dude?” Without warning, Jay comes back down. Hard. Your whole body shakes under the intensity of the vicious slap he delivers to your clit. “Who the fuck are you calling dude?”

He doesn’t give you enough time to answer before he smacks your open folds again. Flipping the switch in your body from heady to adrenaline-filled arousal.

“Say my name.” He barks as he dispenses a third slap.

“Jay!” You don’t have it in you to say his full name, but it seems to satisfy.

“Say it louder.” His words are punctuated by the lewd echo of sharp, stinging strikes. “I want the neighbours to hear what a dirty fucking slut you are. Want them to know who you belong to.”   

“Jason. You Jason!” You close your eyes and throw your head back, crying with everything you can muster, not caring how raunchy or pathetic you sound. Ignoring the pain of your own nails digging into your flesh. “Jason. I’m yours, Jason.”

“That's better.” He growls. Finally, his arm falls slack. With no friction from your dripping, wanting walls, Jason glides two fingers into your entrance and you tremble, your whole body tingling, ecstatic to finally feel him inside you. It’s just two fingers, two impressively strong, thick fingers that make you feel so full. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

Abashed by his sudden gentleness you open your eyes once more, positioning yourself to look at him as best you can. He’s one to talk. You’re always telling him he could be a model if he decided to quit being a part-time crime lord, part-time crime fighter.  

You’re unable to concentrate on him for long, however, as he starts pumping in and out of you in torturously slow thrusts. After all the excitement, it quietens your mind and eases your muscles. For the first time since he’d repositioned your bodies, you notice the pressure of his cock, pulsing against your lower back. The rigged hardness of it makes you feel fuzzy and content at his equal levels of arousal.

You stay like that for a few minutes, simply enjoying the calm as Jason gently massages your insides until it’s not enough. You need more, your body yearns, your core practically twitching for his touch on your clit again. An orgasm is approaching steadily, but you’ll get nowhere without it.

The heel of his hand is so close, so sturdy, you don’t even think about what you’re doing, you just start undulating your hips, rutting up against him in unstable motions. He doesn’t stop you; in fact he curls his fingers and brings his palm down closer, letting you use him to chase your orgasm.

“That's it, baby. Hump me like a bitch in heat.” He coos so softly in your ear that it would set your pulse racing if it wasn’t already running at a mile a minute. “Remember I'm the only who does this for you, the only one who can make you feel so full and cock drunk on just my hands.”

He's right, he's so fucking right.

“Keep that up, I might just cum too.”

“Fuck me.” You breathe, affected both by his words and the reminder of his throbbing dick squeezed between your bodies.

“Not until you cum on my fingers.” He’s only half joking. “Can you do that for me baby, cum all over my finger like a good little slut?”

Fuck yes, you can. You want to say, but all your energy is focused on riding his hand, fucking yourself on his brawny fingers, and gyrating against his palm like it's your job. His groans and rasps become a motivational mantra as you keep bucking your hips.

“You’re nearly there.” He comments, able to feel your walls tightening around his digits, convulsing uncontrollably as it hits you. It takes all your strength to ride it out; to keep going as you topple over the edge but fuck it’s worth it for the full extent of your release. “That it babygirl, cum for me baby, fucking soak me.”

Worth it for the explicit sound of your wet cum streaming against Jason’s hands, for the rush of ecstasy that bleeds through your body, and especially for the unexpected heat that spreads across your lower back in spaced-out intervals; Jason's own ejaculation seeping through his boxers and dispersing on your skin.         

Simultaneously, you both grow limp, breathing in time with each other until the rapid movements of your chests begin to ebb back to a steady pace.

“You were so good for me, I’m so proud of you.” Jason praises as he rolls your bodies onto their sides, never releasing you in the process, but allowing him a better ability to press a smattering of kisses to the side of your head, lingering along your jawline. You're grateful for his sweet words, but still too fucked-out to speak, but you coo when he lifts a hand to run his thumb along your neck, presumably checking out his earlier handy work. You arch to get a better look at him, and given the subtle, but smug smile on his face, you’re certain he’s left quite the mark.   

“Let me guess.” You find your voice. “It’s not just the neighbours who’ll know who I belong to?”

“Hmmmm.” He tilts his head and puckers his lips in mock consideration. “I think you should donate all your scarf.”

“Jay!” You punch his shoulder, and he has enough decency to play along, briefly leaning back as though you could even make a dent on his towering frame. “Is it really bad?”

“No. No no no.” He’s lying through his teeth, snickering as he leans in to crush your lips with his own. His skin is slick with sweat you realise when you reach up to gently grasp his other shoulder and guide him closer to you. His morning breath is frankly kind of gross, but yours probably is too. Nevertheless, it’s a price you’re willing to pay for his affection.

“What do you wanna do now?” He asks when he pulls back from your mouth, continuing to press kisses down your neck, along your collar, and slinking closer to your chest with each brush. He asks some variation of this same question everytime you fuck. Letting you direct how much you can take from him in one go or what kind of aftercare you need.

“I don’t know.” You hum, imitating your earlier indecision, as you stretch against the mattress. “Shower, coffee, and a book still sounds good to me.”

“Sounds very good. Mind if I join?” He’s not actually asking, that much is evident as he lifts you in his arms and cradles you against his chest as he stands. You’ll both be grateful to get your sticky, cum soaked underwear off. You’ll be even more grateful for the chance to lather and massage your boyfriend up in soapy bubbles, to really get your fingers on those pretty scars that call to you. Maybe you can convince him to take a nap later when you’re curled up on the couch, reading together.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Jay.”

[hoshigray]

Mean sukugo smutty smut 🩷🩵

in a sukugo mood, soooo . . .

꯳⃘꤫⃛✿ contents: Sukuna + Gojo x gn! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - face-fucking - impact play (spanking) - spit-roasting + back-to-front positions - degradation + humiliation - choking - spitting - unprotected sex - creampies - pet names (crybaby, plaything, pet, sweetie) - mention of drool/spit, tears & pain.

“Suck it, pig.”

A night with Gojo and Sukuna is one you could never forget in your entire life, especially when they’re just plain ole’ nasty and mean to your poor little body. It doesn’t matter if there is a good cop or bad cop — somewhere down the line, those words will hold no meaning in that mushy, fucked-out brain of yours…

Picture it: your face smooshed to the mere pink pubes of Sukuna’s dick, forced to orally accommodate the foreign limb that invades your cavity and hits the back of your throat without your control. Not that you’d bother; your hands are already balled up into fists on the couch armrest while Gojo plows his cock into you from the back. 

Your words are substituted for tone-down cries as Sukuna shoves his length to and fro from your aching lips. He pinches you by the cheek, and you howl on his member. “Dumb bitch can’t suck it right, huh? Loosen that fucking jaw,” his commands harsh yet roll off his tongue like honey. “There you go…fuck, there you go, pet.”

Another hit onto hot skin, this time from behind. “Shiiit, you get so tight when I do that!” Gojo sighs heavily after intaking a gasp at how well the walls of your entrance clamp around him from striking your butt. And, of course, he does it again. “More—tighten up more for me…!”

Good Lord, look at you. Your fuzzy eyes are locked on Sukuna, who smirks and drills himself into you. The warmth of your body spreads and amplifies throughout your face and lower half. The skin of your butts stings with the prickles of pain that befall from the onslaught of slaps Gojo puts on you, and the snow-haired man only groans lowly at the glorious sensation of your squeeze. So sweet and tender on his member, the hammer of his pelvis causing your ass to jiggle as he ventures deep into places you could never fathom and scratch spots on your walls thanks to the curve of his cock. 

The pink-haired man’s pace quickens, his wet balls smacking your chin where your drool spills and drizzles down to the armrest. Your head pounds with every rut. Fuuuck, fuck…! This is too much!!

“—Hmmph, shit, stay fucking still, you fucking slut! Quit squirmin’ and cryin’.”

How could you not, though? When the back of your knees holds your legs up by Sukuns while he pistons up to your chasm filled with come, and your brain gets foggier by the second, it’s evident that you start to act in hysterics. 

Your sweaty ass is inherently glued to the salmon-headed one’s thighs; Sukuna sits on the couch with you on top of him. His black-painted nails digging into your skin, adding more marks to your body to leave you sore afterward. Come from your ridge escapes with every plow, trickling past the white ring around Sukuna’s base of his dick and down to the couch seats.

Gojo – can’t forget him – wrings your neck, his pale, slender fingers constricting airways to worsen the headache. “Awww, is that tears I see?” He coos in a pleasant tone — patronizing, no doubt. “Heh, such a crybaby,” his hold narrows, pushing your head back to Sukuna’s shoulder. 

“—Mmm, keheh, so tight…Like getting choked out, huh?” Sukuna cockles hoarsely, dropping your legs to grab onto your waist, same fingernails leaving lines of indented torture for you to wallow and squirm. “Hmmm…shit, look at you, twitching around me like you’re getting off to it like a real dirty bitch. Pathetic plaything.”

“Ahaha, whatcha got your mouth open for?” Gojo inquires, his grasp on your neck getting tighter forces your mouth agape. “Keep it open,” as if you have a choice in that matter, letting the tall man degrade you by spitting into your mouth. He grabs his erect dick and strokes, and then his hand covers your lips. “Now swallow.”

Moans are all that’s left of you; thinking hurts while your body is being used to please the rough men putting you through such a rush. Gojo’s hands return around your neck to choke you, your head reaching a new level of light-headedness that you can’t comprehend. And Sukuna’s fat shaft, with the merciless speed of his hips, pounds, and burrows into your inner channel that you can’t keep your eyes open. The haze is unavoidable, and the lack of oxygen has you gag. 

Until Gojo removes his fingers and palms for you to cough, hacking up under strained breath as your body decides to hit you with the sharpest keen of your life, shocks coursing up your spine to your brain to leave a sting. Tears stream down a hot face while your chasm flutters around Sukuna’s length, and Gojo jerks himself in a rush, enjoying the view of your lewd appearance.  

Eventually, strings of his release eject out of the urethra, hitting your tummy and sliding down to your sex, right as Sukuna lets himself loose and bursts his load to stuff inside you. And he doesn’t let you go until he’s certain every drop of him is where it’s supposed to be, pushing you off him. Semen coating your sweaty frame and hole, and all the men could do was chuckle at the crude display.

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[wh1sp3rr]

hate sex with arkham knight!jason

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he’s so mean and mocking, has you pinned to the wall, hand shackling your neck, your head getting fuzzy and your vision going blue.

feels like ur on a drug, chasing that high more and more with each thrust he gives you. he’s got this sexy half-smile half-smirk thing going on, and he’s sweating so much, it slicks his hair back and makes his curls wet with it’s salty sheen: sharp glisten as they bounce up and down every time he moves.

you can barely get a word out, feel the sentence bubble up in your throat for what feels like hours before you finally manage to hear it vocalise and ring in your ears, each word cut off by a hiccup and jason’s still so cocky and mean but also tender, wipes the corners of your eyes, likes to see the mascara smear on your face and his thumb, before cradling your face and shutting you up with a kiss. lips soon swollen and eyes wanton.

“you talk too much.” he’d simply say to ur desperately and pathetically feeble attempt at dismissing the eye rolling feeling of his dick so deep inside fucking you so good rn.

before you manage to say anything he shushes you and puts a hand over your mouth, “thereee. that’s betterrr.” he’d coo, feeling you drool from the inside of his palm.

“fuckin’ horny bitch. didn’t realise you wanted to be fucked this bad.”

he kisses your cheek. barely sucks the flesh when he lets go. “jesus fucking christ. god, look at what you’re doing to me—fuck.”

his forehead leans against yours, his voice now quiet and whispery, sounds almost like a whistle, “wish you’d said something earlier. telling me i could’ve fucked you months ago?”

you give in, eyebrows crease and u nod your head with a muffled cry. he laughs, mimics your nod and says through a broken chuckle, “yeah? i could’ve? tell me i could’ve, baby. tell me i fucking could’ve.” he removes his hand. waits for your response, though his hips don’t stop.

he gets impatient, watches at how you look down shamefully, slaps your face a little to get you to look at him, “come on.”

miserably and moaning you bite your lip—a sort of nervous panic and tell him what he wants to hear, “you could’ve fucked me forever ago. anytime you wanted.”

he gets so hard. like, way harder than he already is and he connects your lips again, both pleased and amused then compliments you so sincerely, almost to himself, “so fucking fine.”

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[auspicioustidings]

The mission goes tits up and you wake up in a basement with a man you don't recognise in a mask that you do.

NON-CON

"You cosplaying now?"

"Thought I'd get you nice and comfortable. Tell me, this mask make that little cunt quiver?"

"Oh fuck you!"

"Glad we agree."

It's brutal. You try and fight, try and refute him when he laughs at how you get wet. Is that all for him he wonders? For the man you think of when you see that mask? You spit and scream and claw and tell him that he will never be the man Simon Riley is. He looks at you with pity and tells you that Simon Riley is a user, that just because your precious LT hasn't fucked you and thrown you away yet doesn't mean it won't happen.

You are sure his cock tears you apart, the stretch impossible. But your hips are violently thrusting to meet his, the wet squelch making your body's desperation apparent even as you bark obscenities at him.

"He'll use you up doll. Chew you until you're worthless and spit you right out. But you're too far gone" he grunts, slapping your clit hard without ever slowing in his violent thrusts. "Your pussy likes punishment too much."

"You don't know him!" you cry, nails wet from the blood they are drawing from his back.

He flips you, presses your head into the concrete floor and takes his pleasure like a dog, humping hard with little regard for the bitch under him. Your body is fucking singing, begging for this. The goosebumps feel like needles as he leans his big body over yours to spill filth into your ear.

"And you think you do? You never will the way you want to now, his cock won't satisfy. Going to fuck your cunt to the shape of mine. Won't even save your arse for him doll, every hole is going to have my imprint on it and you'll never stop begging for me to fill it."

You cum. He threatens you and you cum. He twists you body into painful shapes, positions that let him so far inside of you that the pain of your cervix being bullied has you sobbing. You cum then too.

You're babbling, half way begging and half way incoherently praising your LT. He is a good man no matter what the one inside of you says. You cling to that. Simon will save you. Simon is a good man. You love him, you love him, you love him. He'll save you because you love him.

He does. You are dripping with cum by the time he comes into the basement. The taste of it is in your mouth, your thighs sticky, your ass gaping, your pussy tender and oozing. You're out of it, just clinging to him as he lifts you and hushes your crying. He's here now, your LT is here, he's saved you.

You don't know what happened to the man in the basement who fucked you. You are so grateful to have been saved that your energy goes towards hero worship instead. You love Simon so much. You beg for him, for any scrap you can get. Please let me warm your cock while you do paperwork, please use my body to relieve your stress after a long day, please hurt me when you're in pain so we can be closer, closer, closer. Please, please, please. I love you, I love you, I love you.

But then that's what Ghost is good at, tipping the scales in his favour. You had been all together too casual for him, it's obsession or nothing. He doesn't have time for people who half-ass it. They need to be willing to do anything for him, willing to go against everything they hold dear just to please him. Just like the man in that basement.

After all, Mace never does anything Ghost doesn't tell him to.

[billsbabydoll]

“𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓇𝒶, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎!”

contains:PURE SMUT<3

warnings:barely any plot just straight into yk what, three-some, hard-dom!bill, hard-dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (doggy-style), oral (m!receiving), light degrading, light praising, light spanking, bill and tom making a sex-tape with reader, basically bill and tom treating reader like a total sex-doll.

note:sorry this story doesn’t have much of a plot but i couldn’t really think of one that fit with such heavy fucking lol.

“oh my god, look at her tom!”bill exclaimed chuckling as he proceeded to zoom the camera lens onto my oozing pussy, tom giggling along with him,

“was für eine verdammte schlampe..(what a fucking slut.)”he replied smugly, intently looking down at my weak figure that was currently trying to recover from the 3rd orgasm ive just endured.

“mal sehen, wie viel mehr sie aushält, bill(let’s see how much more she can take it.)”

tom then rapidly flipped me over to my stomach placing me in doggy position, as bill sat himself near my face still camera in hand, while tom squeezed and slapped my ass a few times before inserting his veiny cock inside my aching cunt.

“t’much i-cant mhm!”i cried out looking up at the camera before staring into bills lustful eyes, my hands turning white from how tightly i was gripping the bed sheets, my tears flowing down and ruining more of my already destroyed makeup.

“aw poor baby-”he cooed down at me from above, slightly leaning down to place a comforting kiss on my lips before pulling away.

“es ist alles in ordnung, wir sind fast fertig damit, dass du weiterhin hübsch für die kamera aussiehst, schatz(its okay we’re almost done with you just keep looking pretty for the camera honey.)”he further explained, a devilish smile creeping on the corners of his lips.

“ughh-okay!”

were the only words tom needed to hear before he began to aggressively pound away at my walls, his tip slamming profusely against my bruised cervix.

“fuck fuck fuck!”tom shouted behind me one of his hand keeping me in place, his jaw dropped as loud grunts spewed from his lips.

bill moved back a bit, recording every second of the scene that was happening right infront of his own eyes, zooming out the camera lens to capture the quite pornographic moment.

after a minute or two bill scooted back up to my face, moving the camera down to his cock and my lips curved into a cheeky smile as he rubbed my drool on my red tender lips, before leaning forward and handing the recorder to tom.

“gonna fill that lil whore mouth up, better take fucking all of it, understood?” he demanded as he gestured for me to open my mouth, sliding his full girth into my mouth stopping once his tip hit the back of throat.

they continued to fuck my brains into utter mush and all i could really feel is, tom using my pussy to pure filth chanting the most pathetic words down at me while filming my ass clapping on his length, and bills cock painfully ramming in and out of my throat his precious whimpers filling my ears, both equally fucking me at the most primal pace.

soon the familiar pleasurable knot began to bubble up in my stomach,

“i-im gonna cummhm!”

“hold it dumb bitch, ughh f-fucking hold it!”tom yells at me, harshly slapping my ass as a sign to immediately obey, quickly giving the recorder back to bill.

“smile for the camera baby,

here comes the cum shot!”

bill excitedly exclaimed pulling his length out of my mouth momentarily, zooming into my heaving and fucked-out face, panning out to tom finally letting me cum as he as well finally proceeds to coats my walls completely white with his hot load.

this takes bill straight to the edge, shifting the cameras focus back again down to my lips as he urgently stuffs his cock inside my mouth, his thick seed deliciously splatting onto my tongue.

they then both pulled their members out of me, letting me fall and collapse onto the sticky drenched sheets, our mixed juices spilling out of my cunt and mouth.

“yeah we definitely gotta’ bring that tape on tour with us bill.”

“nein nein (no no), shes coming with us atleast we know shes down to share.”

THE END

[writteninkat]

printed in crimson | Bakugou x Reader

synopsis: Your problems? One, you like Katsuki Bakugou, but he's the personification of a red flag. And two, you like to see how red the flag can get.

warnings: toxic relationship, smut, asshole katsuki, dumbass reader

wc: 3.9k

a/n: not proofread

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Katsuki pushes your head on the mattress, fucking you roughly as he chases his own high. Your cunt clenched at his rough treatment, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He chants, tightening his grasp on yoyr hair. "God this pussy loves me." Gasping, he lifts your hips up in the air, letting go of your strands as he sharply slaps your ass, using some of his quirk.

The area blooms with heat as your orgasm catches you offguard, your walls clamping down at the desperate man behind you. He bottoms inside you, voice raspy and deep as he reaches his own high, half his body falling on you.

"Get the fuck off me." You bite out, pushing yourself from under him. As your actions push his cock out of you, the feeling of his load dripping down your thighs make you shiver.

Walking towards your bathroom, you try your best to ignore the tenderness between your legs. You grit your teeth together just as you walk in, slamming the door behind you.

You face your mirror, immediately pissed at the marks he left all over your neck and torso. Bitten and bruised, you touch on the particularly swollen part on your shoulder. You remember him sinking his teeth there after you rode him so hard and fast your abs ached.

Clicking your tongue, you step under the shower, letting the warmth of the water ease you back into a peaceful state of mind.

"You lying bitch." Momo's eyebrows are knitted in fury, her gazed casted on your neck. Everyone else in the table follows her line of sight, a series of disappointed groans and tired sighs erupting from them.

You brings your hand up to cover the spot, rolling your eyes. "I thought I'd be better at color correcting now." You mumble.

Ochaco crosses her arms in dismay, glaring at you.

"Oh, come on, guys! I'm sorry, I made an honest mistake!" You whine, "This is the last time, I promise!"

"How the hell do you mistakenly fuck Katsuki Bakugou?" Momo chastises, her glare feeling like multiple knives stabbing you in the same place. Just in different angles. And they're all on fire.

"Look, our agencies had a meeting, the both of us were the last ones to leave the room-"

"So you fucked him?" Momo summarizes.

Before you even get a word out, Izuku cuts in. "Isn't it weird how Kacchan is very vocal about his hate for you and yet he still goes back everytime your paths cross?"

"I think 'hate' is too much of a strong word." Tsuyu voices her thoughts.

"No it's not. And if you think it is, you can shove that opinion up your ass. He hates me and I hate him. That's just simple facts." You frown, heart softening at the sight of Tsuyu dejected.

You hold your hand up at her, "Sorry- sorry Tsu. I just- it's been a rough week." You sigh.

"You mean a rough night?" Tenya cackles, making you shift your glare at him.

"That's one, Iida." You bite out.

"You claim you hate him, yet you still bed him." Shoto points out, sipping on his green tea. "I wonder why that is."

Yet again, right before you could defend yourself, your friends begin to jump at you.

"It's cause her favorite color's red." Momo jokes.

Ochaco shakes her head, "No, I'm pretty sure she once claimed to be a flagpole."

Kyoka, who's been silent all this time, spits her drink. "Nah, nah. She just likes to see how red the flag gets." She laughs, punching soft jabs at your arm as you glare at her.

"Alright, you know what! I'm not gonna stand for this!" You slam your palms on the table, standing from your seat. "I'm a good person, alright?! If I every treat you like shit, then that's on you. You provoked me."

Shoto raises a brow at you. "And what does it mean if you tolerate being treated like shit?"

The table is silent for a moment before your narrow your eyes at the hero, "Shut the fuck up and drink your tea." You sneer, sitting back down, crossing your arms and legs.

Just as the topic shifts to another, the cafe's bell rings, announcing someone's arrival. Your eyes train to the sound, widening at the sight of familiar red hair. His eyes scan the room before falling on your table, a wide, spiky smile stretching across his face. "Hey guys! Didn't know you all would be here!"

"Hey Eiji!" You smile back at him, allowing him to engulf you in a big hug.

A hand appears on his bicep, squeezing it tightly. "Hands to yourself." Katsuki's voice rumbles from behind the red head.

"Don't tell him what to do." You glower at the blond, arms tightening around his best friend's waist in defiance. You look up at Eijiro with wide, pleading eyes. "Hug me, Eij." You pout.

You can feel everyone's stares at you as Eijirou raises a brow in question. You ignore the fuming Katsuki behind him, softly squeezing his back in encouragement. Eijirou sighs, gently pushing you away. "Sorry babe, I don't wanna get in between whatever bullshit you and Bakubro are into."

Your table cackles as you roll your eyes at the red head.

"I have work to finish." You take your bag and your drink as it's still halfway full. "I'll see you guys soon." Without making eyecontact with anyone, you swiftly leave the cafe.

You take out a cigarette from your purse, keeping it between your mouth as you blindly search for your lighter. "Fuck." You curse, turning a corner. Now away from curious eyes, you begin shuffling throigh the numerous shit inside your little purse until a hand grabs your shoulder.

Immediately out into fight mode, you grab onto the person's forearm, about to throw them into a body slam but their actions are quick. You're spun around and slammed into the wall behind you, your eyes falling on familiar vermilion orbs.

"What do you want, Katsuki?" Your eyes narrowed and tone sharp, you attempt to break free from his hold, but the numerous times you've tried this in bed reminds you you're simply wasting your energy.

"You ignore me after the night we had? You hurt my feelings, princess." He smirks, moving his head towards you. "Don't fucking call me that." You spit. "And so what if I do? You don't control me."

"A few nights together tells me I do, actually."

Your nape burns at his statement.

"Keep talking like that and I'll remind you just how flammable your penthouse is." Your threat falls on deaf ears as he presses his body against yours. His lips press against your ear, hot breath fanning over the shell. "You gotta stop using this shit." He plucks the cigarette out of your mouth, crushing it between his fingers.

"I take it cause of you. You stress me the fuck out." Your menacing look is exchanged with a raised brow.

"And you think that little attitude of yours doesn't give me headaches?" He scoffs, apparently appalled by this personality of yours he's already familiar with.

You smile sweetly, "Your prettiest headache, right?"

Katsuki freezes at your question, surprisingly stumped before it resumes to his usual frown. He lets go of you, his fierce stare stuck on you for a few moments before he clicks his tongue and walks away.

"Hell's his problem?" You mutter, taking your pack of cigarettes once more. As you hold a stick between your fingers, you stare at it for a moment, nibbling on your lip in contemplation before sighing. You place the stick back inside the pack, returning it inside your purse before leaving the narrow alley.

The hero's gala is filled with sparkling dresses and pressed suits. You're stuck in a conversation with some foreigner hero, laughing and nodding at the right time, and only talking when you actually listen to whatever he's saying.

You can't help but scan the room for a familiar blond. Yeah, the invitation said you could bring a plus one, but he won't actually bring someone, right? He simply isn't the type.

"And how is hero work here in Japan? Ever thought of moving to a different country?" You look up at the hero in question. "I enjoy the work I do here, so no, I've never thought to emigrate, but maybe I will in the future. We never know." You shrug your shoulders, chuckling as he and the other heroes around you laugh boisterously.

You space out, their voices muffled as you swirl the wine in your glass. Bringing it up your lips, you're about to tilt it up when you hear a familiar name from behind you.

"-Bakugou. Or, Dynamight." A feminine voice introduces.

"Of course I know Dynamight! He's one of my favorite heros!" An older male voice replies loudly.

You furrow your brows, turning around. Just as expected, you come face to face with Katsuki. The suit looks impeccable on him, buttons fighting for their lives to keep the shirt closed and the arm sleeves barely containing his meaty biceps.

His eyes drop on yours, bored and uninterested. Your stare shifts to the beautiful brunette in his arms. Unsure whether it's jealousy or anger, or simply just hurt and betrayal that's making your blood boil, you softly excuse yourself from the guests around you.

Without another look back, you make your way to the balcony, taking a deep breath of the cold night air.

Annoyed.

Exactly, I'm annoyed to see him. His face is annoying, that's why I was pissy.

You're really just convincing yourself at this point.

Looking out into the mountain ranges that overlooks the balcony, you feel a sense of calm and peace. The tranquility lasts for only a minute until it's shattered once more by the familiar scent of sweet caramel.

"Who'd the unlucky guy you brought?" He asks, taking up the space beside you. Huffing in annoyance, you roll your eyes at nothing.

"For your information, if I did bring anyone tonight, it'd be the best night of their life."

Katsuki furrows his brows, glancing at you with confusion written all over his space. "You, on the other hand, seems to have made it your goal to ruin that poor girl's night." You face him, memorizing his fazed expression before turning back towards the double doors.

"She's beautiful, make sure she enjoys the party."

And with that, you step away from him. Except you try/ to, when he grabs your wrist, spinning you back around.

"Why didn't you bring a date?" You raise a brow at his question, rolling your eyes as you attempt to free your wrist from his grasp.

"Is it any of your business? Let go!" You demand, pulling your wrist from him as hard as you can. Katsuki doesn't budge, his chest rising and falling furiously as his eyes penetrate yours.

"Katsuki, I said let go-"

"Did you want it to be me?" He asks, shoving his face towards yours.

"You- what?" You tilt your head in confusion, "No!" You lie. "Of course not!"

"Liar."

Fury swirls in your stomach as you raise your hand, slapping him across the face. His grip loosens, taken aback.

You stand there, one arm suspended in the air and the other folded against your chest. A red mark begins to bloom on his cheek.

Swallowing harshly, you take him by his collar, pulling him against you as you press your lips together. Immediately, Katsuki kisses back feverishly, hands moving all over your body. One hand squeezes your waist while the other grabs your ass, pulling your ody towards his. He backs you up against the balustrade, both hands moving up your sides, embracing tightly you as if you were gonna slip from his arms any second.

You run your hands up his chest, scratching your nails up his nape until they bury themselves into his hair. His tongue dances with yours in a consuming, desperate song. He tastes of sweet wine and chocolate, your senses hightening, making your head grow light.

He pulls away, your breaths clashing with each other as you you look up into his eyes. They scream with devastation and anguish, it makes you question everything he's done to you in the past.

His hands begin to frantically undo his belt, your eyes widening as you look behind him. The curtains were drawn to cover the glass doors, probably to hide the fact that this balcony existed. But it'll only take one swipe and everyone inside would see the both of you in this state.

"Katsuki, I don't think-"

"Shut the fuck up and open your legs." He growls, using his thigh to part them. The second he makes contact with your pulsing cunt, all reason flies out your brain through a needy moan.

You look down between the both of you, watching him pump his cock once, twice, spreading his precum all over his member before he positions himself to be right infront of your hole.

You nibble on your lower lip, allowing him to push your panties to the side. Without wasting another moment, Katsuki thrusts his entire length inside you, your teeth drawing blood as you struggle to stay quiet. Katsuki softly brushes his thumb against your cheek, pressing on your lip for you to let go.

"Red looks amazing on you." He says, eyeing the blood staining your lip. Without pausing his hips, he lowers his lips down to yours, tongue peeking out as he brushes it against the crimson.

"Fuck, you make me crazy." He mutters, pulling back. He grabs the backs of your thighs, pulling them to his hips as he fucks you harder, faster.

You grab onto his shoulder for support, digging your nails onto his shoulder as your back arches. "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah Katsuki." You breathe out, slowly leaning back. Your hair bounces and trickles behind you until they're completely hanging off.

"God, this pussy should be classified as a drug." He grunts, his pace rougher now. "Can't seem to fucking quit it."

The balustrade can only be so wide, it can only accompany your ass and lower back. As you try to pull yourself back up, Katsuki wraps his hand around your throat, pushing you back.

"Katsuki!" You manage to breathe out, his grip straining. "I'm gonna fall!" You wheeze, clawing at his arm as he continues to fuck you with abandon.

"Imagine that." He smirks, leaning over. "Once I let go, you fall fifty feet. Legs still wide open and my cum dripping out of you."

Your eyes widen as the blond bites and nips at your chest, pulling the dress down to reveal your breasts. He takes a nipple inside your mouth, sucking on it harshly as his gaze glue themselves on you. Your eyelids flutter and your walls clamp down on his cock, the stimulation burning a fire of euphoria in your belly.

"Like that, huh? Like it when I hold your life in my hand?" He chuckles darkly, repeating his action to your other tit. The slapping of his skin against yours fill the balcony, the erotic sound filling your head with bliss as you forget about the life or death situation the hero has put you in, chasing your own high instead.

"That's it, fucking come for me princess." He pinches your clit, ripping an orgasm out of you. Your thighs clench together around his hips as your head tips over. You watch the world in an upside down manner as waves upon waves of ecstacy drift throughout your body.

As the feeling recedes, you're being pulled from danger and dropped onto the floor, the sticky and warm feeling of cum dripping down your inner thighs.

"Asshole." You growl at the blond fixing his pants.

You follow him, pulling your panties and dress back in place before holding onto the railings for support as you begin to stand up.

Katsuki stares at you for a moment, eyes looking desperate, as if he wants to say something, before averting his gaze. He clears his throat, clenching his hand into a fist then walks off without a word, leaving you in the balcony.

It's cold.

You're alone.

And you feel like crap.

You lean on the railing for a moment, wondering to yourself why you can't leave whatever this relationship you have with Katsuki. It isn't healthy at all.

You want a man who'll cook breakfast for you after sex, someone who'll clean you up and give you snuggles. Someone who cares about what you think and say.

"Oh, hey you." Your head flicks up at the new voice, your sights one Shinsou as he exits the ballroom. His hair is combed back, a simple suit on and in his hand is a sparkling glass of champagne.

"Ah, hey." You wipe off the tear you didn't realize fell. You turn around, a weak attempt to hide your welling eyes from him.

"You okay?" He asks, taking over the space Katsuki had just stood in before fucking you up.

"Ah, yeah. I'm fine." You chuckle nervously, pressing your lips together as you continue wiping off multiple tears that stream down on their own.

Shinsou stares at you before turning his gaze towards the mountains.

It's still quiet and peaceful. Shinsou doesn't disrupt the tranquility like Katsuki does. And he doesn't push or order you to tell him what's on your mind—he simply just stands there, waiting for you to finish.

"Actually-" You sniff, "I'm not okay."

"I gathered that." He takes a sip of his champagne.

You chuckle at your pathetic state, fidgeting.

"I keep going for shitty guys." Your lower lip wobbles, "And I don't know why. My therapist says they're simply my pattern, but I can never understand the root cause of it." You squint, remembering all the painful memories of the jerks you used to date. And the one jerk you can't seem to let go of.

"Maybe it's cause you think you don't deserve better." Shinsou places his now empty glass on the marble balustrade, turning his head towards you. "What is it you want?"

You look into the distance, your teeth playing with your lower lip as the pain from before resurfaces.

"I want a good guy. Someone who takes care of me, listens to me. Someone who shuts the fuck up for once." You chuckle, turning to Shinsou.

The man already has his body facing directly at you, flashing you a rare smile. "And Katsuki Bakugou isn't that for you."

Your brows curl in disappointment, "But I want him-"

Shinsou softly places his thumb on your lips, effectively shutting you up. "Leave him alone before the big man up there takes away that choice."

Your eyes widen, hand moving to your belly.

"You're an amazing woman. You'll find the right person to... shut the fuck up and listens to you." His smile grows wider before he takes his hand back, stepping away from you and returning inside.

You blink once, twice, before letting out a tired sigh. Just as you're about to return inside, you notice a piece of paper underneath Shinsou's empty champagne glass.

He'd scribbled his number on it. When? You have no idea. But he must have inserted it while you were busy gazing at nothing. You pull it off, inspecting it.

Should I take this chance? Call him tomorrow, maybe?

"He'll bore you." A deep and gravelly voice you know all too well sounds from behind you, making you freeze. The paper is plucked from your fingers as Katsuki moves toward you, his face right beside yours. The both of you look at the numbers scribbled on the paper.

"And you deserve someone who'll keep you on your toes."

"Being in a healthy relationship wouldn't be boring, it'd be peaceful." You say, trying to convince yourself.

"You don't want peace, princess. You wanna see the red flags in shapes of hearts." He whispers into your ear, making you swallow hard.

"You're not a fucking carnival, Katsuki." You grit out.

"But you love the rides I offer." He chuckles, making your head snap towards him.

"Shinsou will treat me the way I deserve." You defend.

"He won't treat you the way you want, princess. How you truly want it. You go with him and ten years later you're sitting at home taking care of one and a half kids, with a white picket fence around your house as you wait for Mind Control to get home." He talks as if he can see the future. "Is that what you want?"

The picture he painted terrifies you.

Your eyes return to the paper in the blond's grasp.

"I'll answer that for you." He whispers, pressing a kiss against your neck as multiple tiny explosions go off on his palm, effectively burning the small paper.

He wraps an arm around your center, pulling your body onto his as he licks your neck. "You're never getting rid of me, princess. I'm gonna ruin your life the same way you ruined mine."

"You just hate progression, don't you?" Momo raises a brow as she stares at the marks on your neck. You didn't bother to cover them up this time—she'll still be able to spot them.

"More like she's regressing." Tenya jabs, making you pinch his side. He exclaims in pain, going on a tangent about how you shouldn't do that while you tune him out, looking out through the glass window.

"I'm bored." You yawn.

"And Katsuki Bakugou isn't the game you wanna play." Kiyoka deadpans, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I beg to differ. I simply haven't learned the cheat codes yet." You smile, taking your iced caramel macchiato.

"I'll tell you the codes—unplug the damn game and get another one." Izuku sighs tiredly, leaning back into his seat. "I swear, one day you're gonna end up killing the dude cause you found out he fucked a different girl."

You giggle, leaning into Tenya, taking a sip out of your coffee.

"And you didn't give Shinsou a chance?" Tsuyu asks, taking a bite out of her cake. The corners of your lips pull into a frown as you shake your head. "Nah, I memorized his number and sent him a text last night. We're meeting for drinks later."

Momo's eyes widen as Ochako looks at you with bewilderment. "What-" Ochako stutters, "I'm confused. Are the both of you going on a date?"

"What? No!" You giggle, "We're having drinks as friends! Thought maybe I should expand my circle. I don't wanna keep getting shit from you guys." You roll your eyes.

"Uhuh..." Izuku draws out, "And how does Kacchan feel about this?"

"He doesn't need to know." You place a finger against your lips.

Momo's eyebrows raise, impressed by your reply. "You're learning a lot from him, huh? Doesn't seem like something I want you to be doing."

You simply shrug, returning your gaze outside as you tilt your head up. Past the waving leaves of the trees, is a window. You smirk as you think about how Katsuki must take you for an idiot. Your phone vibrates beside you and you lift it, the screen instantly lighting up to show a notification form 'settings' with the settings picture on the side. You smile, clicking on it.

Settings: Since when did you notice?

You: Ever since we got here.

You: Stick to being a hero, Katsuki. You're not very good at trailing people.

Settings: Shut the fuck up

Your turn your phone off before returning your attention to your friends, butterflies erupting in your stomach, extremely excited at what's to come in the near future.

Sure thing is, you won't be taking care of one and a half babies for sure.

[poppy-metal]

something about rough around the edges guys and prim and proper girl is ALWAYS gonna eat… patrick finds you so annoying but when u ask him to your penthouse with that rich girl fucking arrogance he can’t help but come, talking to him like he’s the help but when he’s eating you like a fucking mango slice you’re suddenly sooo respectful. you’re lucky you’re so hot or he would’ve actually snapped by now and told you something real about yourself and then you’d cry like the sheltered bitch you are

right like it always hits - need him to be dressed in all black, scuffed jeans, wild hair and combat boots - need him to take rich!girl out somewhere in his old truck where no one can hear her scream when he eats her out in his back seat. that lip she's got isn't running a big game when he's got her panties pulled to the side and his mouth on her puffy clit. one knee propped up on the seat with the rest of you while the other kneels so he has the right angle to really work at you.

hes got one hand fisted the band of your frilly little panties keeping them taught and pulled out of the way - and the other travels up your stomach, pausing to palm your tit before he's venturing up and you feel his warm hand at your throat, his thumb at your fat bottom lip, drawing it down - you suck so sweetly at the digit - so docile when your cunts getting eaten - blinking down at him with those big wet eyes as he glares up at you from between your legs -

and god, the way he eats at you like he's angry - makes your thighs well and truly tremble - those dark green eyes and thick head of hair - those lips that like to sneer at you now wrapped around your clit, sucking and tugging at the tight nub until you're sighing his name so softly it's like you're in love. you might be in moments like this. he's so fucking good at eating pussy.

he lashes his tongue against you in hot swipes, pulls your clit between his teeth like he might bite it the fuck off, putting just enough pressure to make your legs jerk in reaction before he's plushing his lips again - sucking the the tender point until you're melted butter again. he eats you so messily - moving up and down until his nose is bumping your clit and he's sliding his fat tongue inside you -

"oh -" your toes curl in your pink slippers. "oh fuck yes -" your hand slaps against the glass pain window - knowing they've got to be fogged up by now.

patrick pulls back just long enough to say - "spoiled pussy really is sweet." he licks a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit. "reach down and spread it for me - feed me that gold dripped cunt."

"you're such a prick." you pant, but you're reaching down to do as he says anyway. spreading your lips for him shyly, your pulsing slit on display for him. slick and shiny from his spit.

"you want my prick." he tells you. leans down to glide his tongue through the wet slip of flesh you're offering to him on a silver fucking platter. your head falls back on a gasp. fingers trembling where they hold you open. "you want it thick and hot and sliding inside you -" his tongue dips back down to your hole, bobs inside just once. "- right here."

you haven't let him fuck you yet. but you know you will, eventually. it's just the last thing you have left - but you want it so bad. you know hes big. have felt him through his jeans before, big and hard and pressing against you. you want it inside you - bare and stretching, stretching, stretching - you'd let him fuck you here in his stupid fucking car, probably. you'd let him do anything to you.

but you say - "you're never - ah - you're never sticking that shit inside me -"

patrick just hums against your pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you" wet kisses against your soaked flesh - "when I want to - not when you do. and baby - you'll beg me for it."

you hate that he's probably right.

[dilf-din]

To be Known (To be Loved)

Frank Castle x f!reader

WC: 2500

Warnings: mentions of blood/gun violence, so much fluff & domestic bliss

Author’s note: so what if I want him to settle down and have a soft life and dote on his girl, don’t worry about it!!

It’s not that you were clumsy or lacked focus. That was the opposite of true. Nobody had an eye for detail like you. That’s what landed you your job as a crime scene analyst. The FBI even contracted you out from time to time when they did jobs in the city. They did today, actually. And though you had been doing this for years, sometimes it still made your stomach churn. And traffic was a bitch coming home, and you forgot to take the ground beef out of the freezer so you were trying to scrape some kind of meal together, chopping what was left of an onion with a too dull knife, and your hand slipped.

It wasn’t too deep, just a perfect slice into the tip of your pointer finger. It stung in the cold stream of the sink you were quick to plunge it under, your eyes already watering from the bruised onion you had been attempting to dice.

Not a big deal, just slap a bandage on it and remember to ask Frank to bring his kit to sharpen your knife set this weekend.

You sniffled and got back to work, sautéing scraps of leftover chicken with some fresh veggies, adding lemon and white wine and garlic and herbs. The air filled with aromatics and the sound of your 80’s playlist.

The tension that spent it days lodged between your shoulder blades was starting to wear away. All you needed to completely feel at peace was the sound of the key in the lock and boots down the hall.

Frank was a lot of things. Dangerous and safe, rough and gentle, commanding and kind. And he was always on time for dinner. Whether he limped to the door dripping blood or showed up early with a bottle of wine and flowers, he was dependable above all.

You didn’t even have to glance at the clock to know he would be there soon. You could feel it in your cells, like the waiting would be soon over.

AC/DC’s fast guitars faded into REO Speedwagon’s Can’t Fight This Feeling, and you found yourself humming along to the ballad. The opening and closing of drawers and the sizzled of the pans drowned out the quiet thump of boots against wood while Frank paused for a second to admire you, a love drunk smile plastered on his face.

He set a paper bag down on the island behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing warm kisses to your cheek, rough stubble scratching your smooth skin. You relaxed into his embrace, eyes drifting shut for a moment as you leaned against his strong chest and inhaled deeply the lingering smell of pine from his shower this morning.

“How’s my baby girl doin’?” Frank hummed into your neck, pressing a trail of kisses to the exposed skin he could get to with the collar of your shirt in the way.

“Got in a fight today,” you sighed dramatically, holding you hand up so he could see your finger wrapped delicately.

“Baby,” he lamented with equal drama, drawing your hand to his mouth to lavish in kisses.

“I’ll kill the guy,” he said sincerely, baby browns boring into yours, holding your hand to his cheek with a tender grip around your wrist.

“He’s in the sink,” you gestured over your shoulder, “If you can remember to sharpen him and his friends this weekend.”

“Course baby doll. Smells good in here,” he peeked over your shoulder at the pans simmering on the stove, “I brought dessert. Cannolis from Tony’s,”

“You’re too good to me,” you clasped your hands over your heart.

It was Friday, which meant Frank was home for the weekend.

His boots by your bed. His body next to yours. Breakfast together and movies on the couch and unlimited snuggles.

“You look tense, everything okay?” he queried as he brought his broad hands up to work out the knots in your shoulders.

“Just a long week,” you shook your head, “All I want is to take a long shower later.”

“I’ll clean up after,” he kissed your cheek once more and gave your shoulders a squeeze before setting off to find something to keep him busy.

He was always tightening screws and changing lightbulbs and air filters, doing whatever he could to make your life easier. Sometimes, on particularly hard weeks, you would unplug your router and call him to come tinker with your internet. Any big or small gesture he could give you, he would jump through hoops to do. You had never felt as secure or adored in any relationship before Frank.

After dinner, and of course your favorite dessert, Frank set off to clean the dishes so you could hop in the shower.

The shower took a few minutes to heat up, so you took your time removing your necklace and the makeup you sported to work. Your cheeks puffed from the scrubbing, and steam was starting to paint the edges of the mirror in front of you.

The last thing you did was peel off the bandage on your finger. The skin was still split badly, deep purple peeking out from under it. It would hurt for a few more days at least, you reasoned.

You left a pile of clothes in front of the mirror, and stepped behind the glass wall of your shower. Another shitty Friday in the books. This would be sure to wash away at least some of your woes.

Your neck turned under the hot stream, letting the water distribute over your hair, and only when you reached up to run your fingers through it were you met with sharp pain.

You hissed and quickly retracted your hand, “Shit.”

The force of the water was like a hundred small knives driving into the exposed nerves. The pain burned hotter than it did when you cut it.

Tentatively, you placed it back in the stream to see if it just needed a second to adjust, but were met with the same intense pain.

You choked down a sob. It was silly, really. When you thought about the loss you saw today and the blood stained carpet, the empty seat at someone’s table tonight, it was ridiculous to be this upset over a shower.

All you wanted was to wash away someone else’s pain and move on with your life, and you started feeling selfish. Words of self ridicule started ringing in your ears, and you pressed your forehead against the cool tile wall, crying softly, willing yourself to pull it together.

You heard the shuffle of Frank entering the adjacent room to sit on the edge of the bed and tug his boots off, thud of his gun on your nightstand, and the unbuckling of his belt.

“Somethin’ wrong?” his low voice rumbled over the running water.

“I can’t wash my hair,” you admitted pathetically, sniffling from the corner, “It stings so bad.”

“You’ve sewed yourself up with no anesthesia and gunshot wounds and I’m sitting here crying about a little cut,” you continued.

You heard the pad of Frank’s feet on the tile as he stepped into the shower and wrapped himself around your wet frame.

“I don’t expect you to be tough as nails, sweetheart,” he murmured into your shoulder, pressing a kiss there, “I love that you’re so tender. You’re too good for all this shit. Stay that way.”

He cradled the sides of your head with two strong hands and turned you to face him, catching your mouth in a long kiss. Frank kissed like he was a starving man and you were the first food he had seen in days. It was enough to make your stomach flutter.

He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before gathering your hair into the water and raking his wide fingers through it.

“What are you doing?” you asked with red eyes.

“My girl said she wanted a shower,” his voice came out husky. Brow furrowed with concentration, he smoothed water through every strand, cradling your scalp so gently.

Overcome with emotion, you tucked your forehead into the safety of his neck, nuzzling your nose against his throat as he worked the tangles out of your hair.

The same hands that had snapped necks and pulled triggers were lathering your hair in shampoo and holding your hips close to his.

Your hands wandered his arms and back, grazing over scars and wondering how he got so lucky every time. He must’ve had one hell of a guardian angel. Whatever it was, you felt equally lucky to be here with him, to be his.

The two of you stayed mostly silent. Frank asking the occasional question.

“‘S’that hurt? Is this okay?”

When he finished with your hair, you stepped out of the way so he could quickly wash himself off, reaching for the shampoo you kept on the shelf for him.

Sometimes when he was gone for days at a time, you would wash with his soap and sleep wrapped up in one of his shirts.

Frank drew you into his embrace once more, and you rested easily against his chest with warm water creating pools and streams over the shape of your bodies together.

“I could stay like this forever,” you murmured.

“I couldn’t,” he said dryly, “My back is killing me.”

“Let’s go lay down, old man,” you teased, reaching to turn the water off.

“Alright smartass,” he laughed with one of his crooked half smiles, following you out of the shower and pinching your ass, eliciting a yelp.

Frank pulled on a pair of joggers and perched on the counter watching as you towel dried your hair. He leaned slightly forward with his hands curled under the edge of the counter. The muscles in his arms and chest were perfectly sculpted, glistening under a light layer of condensation while the steam filtered out of the bathroom.

You chose one of Frank’s black tee shirts and a pair of old cotton undies.

Frank waited patiently while you dabbed on a few creams and moisturizers, fussing with your hair and examining the split ends.

“Beautiful,” he hummed, leaning into your space to steal a quick kiss.

“Almost done,” you reassured, raking a cream through your hair.

“Take your time. I’m enjoying the view,” he smirked, craning his neck to take a peek at your ass while you leaned forward into the mirror.

“Perv,” you teased.

“Only for you, baby,” he smiled.

It was autumn in New York. The sun set quicker and quicker each night. Lazy orange light colored your room with flashes of brown and crimson leaves just outside the window. On your nightstand burned a cinnamon candle, and the rest of the lights were dimmed to set a warm mood. The sun and flickering flame cast wispy shadows on the wall.

On the tv across from your bed, there was a Great British Bake Off marathon playing with the volume low. Frank had pretended not to be interested at first, but it wasn’t long before he was criticizing cakes alongside you. It was something you could both agree on as background noise.

Frank sat straight with his back against the headboard, and you nestled between his legs leaning against his chest.

Callused fingers ran up and down your arms, toying with your hands and occasionally slipping in your sleeve to caress your shoulders. Physical touch was one of your chief love languages, and Frank was fluent. He had spent enough of his life alone and longing that when you were together, he indulged in every touch and kiss.

A deep exhale parted your lips and he shifted slightly.

“Is somethin’ else botherin’ you?” he asked after a considerable length of silence.

You didn’t know how to answer.

“Just seems like more than a cut finger got you in a funk today,” he nuzzled his nose against your cheek, pressing half a kiss there.

“I don’t want to bring work home with me,” you clamped your eyes shut and buried the side of your face into his chest.

“I come home caked in the shit I deal with every day, and not once have you made me feel like it’s an issue to you. You can talk to me,” he said matter of factly at first, but his tone softened into a gentle pleading.

Let me in.

You drew in a shaky breath.

“It was another homicide today. Guy killed his girlfriend. Don’t know why. Shot her in the stomach four times. She was dead when we got there, but her face,” you trailed off, “I’ve just never seen someone look so afraid. I don’t know if he was there when she died, or if she was alone, or what’s sadder.”

He sat in silence, intently listening.

“I know you see this kind of stuff every day, but it still gets to me,” a tear rolled down your cheek and you quickly swiped it with the back of your hand.

“Hey, hey,” he said softly, tugging at your shoulder to turn you towards him.

You swung a leg around so you were straddling him, your hands toyed with the chain around his neck.

“Baby, the people I see are bad people. People like your guy that got away today. Seeing the other side always hurts. You’re not weak for that,” he hummed. A strong hand cupped your cheek and turned your head slightly up to look him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry that happened,” he whispered. His brown eyes were overflowing with sincerity.

You wondered how one man could contain such wild contradictions. Gentleness and violence didn’t often walk hand in hand, but they did when Frank Castle was around.

His voice was like gravel and velvet. His kisses were both hungry and adoring.

With one hand on your face, his other rested at your waist, balling up the tee shirt and rubbing circles against your hipbone with his knuckles.

“You’re good at what you do. ‘S’okay that it weighs on you.”

“You too,” you countered softly, and you saw another level of defense in his eyes melt away, the corners of them softening almost imperceptibly.

“C’mere,” he pulled you into a tight embrace. The warmth of his bare chest burned through the thin barrier of his shirt across your frame. His arms felt like a fortress around you. You had never been afraid since he came into your life.

“You’re my peace, you know that? None of the rest of that bullshit matters to me. This is what matters,” he murmured softly into your ear.

You pushed lightly off his chest to look him in the eye once more, “You’re really sweet, you know that?”

He scoffed and turned his head with a shy grin, pink creeping into his cheeks, “Don’t go around tellin’ people that. Ruin my street cred,” he laughed lightly.

His heart drummed steadily beneath your hand. He made it another week and so did you. And you would keep making, you had vowed. For moments like this.

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ minors if u see this NO YOU DO NOT

Chapter 008: Good Girl, Good Fucking Girl

A flustered Eddie orders you to the backseat of his van after weeks of constant teasing.

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020* (all coming soon)

NSFW — dirty-talk, choking, oral (m receiving), face fucking, fingering, deep throating, ball play, slapping, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, aggressive!eddie, daddy kink, dominant!eddie, submissive!shy girl, finger sucking, praising kink, titty fucking, swallowing, basically anything that doesn’t involve a condom bc these bitches aren’t prepared

word count: 3k words

“I feel you too, Feel those things you do, In your eyes I see a fire that burns.”

♡

“Back of the van. Now.”

Along with making your pussy swell, Eddie’s ferocity catches you by surprise. He’s never been that rough with you before, even with weeks of his passive aggressive behavior. Eddie’s hand stays glued to your neck while he undresses you with his contentious eyes. He means business.

You rush to the backseat when he releases you, your eagerness to be fucked all the way out making you indifferent to any scratches or scrapes you may acquire along the way.

It makes you look pathetic, you know, but his thirst to have you, even in a well-lit parking lot at borderline dawn would do just about anybody in.

Eddie uses the opportunity of you on all fours to issue a rough smack across your asscheeks. You whimper softly in response.

"Sorry," he coos as he rubs the impact site. "I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That’ll definitely leave a mark,” you comment.

“As intended.”

You lay yourself down on the relatively spacious backseat, propping yourself upwards with your elbows. Eddie follows suit, stumbling on nothing along the way and landing just inches away from your face.

Your hands go up to support him. "Oh my god," you chuckle. You graze up the arms of his leather jacket. "You alright?"

"Better than alright," he replies, undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans. His eyes are fixed on you the whole time. “C’mere.”

Eddie pulls you into another tender kiss, shielding the back of your head with his palm as he lays you all the way down. You instinctively cradle your legs around him, your antsy fingers getting tangled in his thick brown hair, your lips suctioning themselves to his hot, unmarked neck.

Eddie buries his face in your chest, caressing your tits with his tongue and his hands. You palm his erection through his boxers before exploring the small of his back with both your hands. Moaning softly, Eddie grinds himself onto you, getting himself off to the friction of your heat that's barricaded by two stubborn articles of rigid, blue denim.

“‘Tits are fucking perfect,” he says between kisses. “They just sit so pretty.”

It all feels so right. Eddie grabs you by the hips and attempts to thrust further, maximizing your dry touch until you give him the green light to proceed.

“God, I need you now.”

You cup the large and firm protrudence in your hand once again and give his balls a timid squeeze as Eddie groans into your ear.

“You have no idea how long l've been waiting for this,” Eddie continues.

"You and me both," you heave. "Need you so fucking bad, Eddie."

Both of your moans fill the van as your lips crash into each other again, tongues sparring for control. Eddie grabs a hold of your right breast, massaging it gently before playing with your nipples, pinching, rubbing, and flicking to the tempo of his kisses.

"I can't do this," Eddie debates aloud, shaking his head as he plants messy, wet kisses all over your face. “Fuck. I’m screwed.”

You beam up at him, resting your hands on top of his chest. "Don't run from it, Eddie. Just embrace it."

“Kinda too late to retreat, I’m afraid,” he laughs. “I meant I don’t have a condom.”

“We can do other things,” you suggest. “I’m a sucker for foreplay.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Eddie insists.

“I kinda had to. More than twice actually.”

His hand flies to your neck again. You squeal, again.

“Don’t get smart with me now.”

You use this opportunity to get Eddie real fired up. Pouting up at him with your plump lips, you bat your wispy lashes that accessorized your glimmering ‘fuck-me-senseless’ eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Jesus Christ.”

The game of cat and mouse is coming to an end.

Eddie roughly undoes the buttons of your shorts and wrangles them off of you before discarding them off to the side. All in one quick sweep.

His hand lands on your mound and he pauses to admire you before his fingers drive themselves inward. You feel your nipples harden as Eddie continues to venture.

"Fuck, Eddie..." you breathe.

You squirm impatiently as Eddie takes his time pulling down your bright red g-string that unintentionally matched the set he just spoiled you with. He seems to be struggling. To help him out, you reach over to pull your g-string down, but he grabs your wrist and chucks it away. Your heart soars.

“No no, leave ‘em halfway on,” he commands. “It’s hotter that way. Eagerness factor and all.”

You know exactly what Eddie means by that. There’s something so sexy about needing someone so bad that you’re hardly undressed.

Eddie continues to set up access. Meanwhile, you play with his fingers, stripping him of his rings as a hint to how you want him.

Thumb ring, off.

Index finger ring, off.

Middle finger ring, off.

Pinky ring, off.

Eddie doesn’t wear anything on either ring finger. But judging by how this night is headed, you are determined to make that change.

You gasp quietly as Eddie etches gentle circles against your clit, three of his large fingers teasing your already slippery entrance. You breathe out in euphoria when he slides his index finger in.

Testing the waters. Eddie pumps into you in a rotating motion, studying your reaction as you quickly accommodate him.

“Shit,” you moan, tossing your head back in pleasure.

Eddie maintains his steady pace.

“Tell me how you like it,” he encourages you.

“Just like that,” your response is almost inaudible. “I like it like that, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” he whispers. “Good.”

The rhythm continues.

“More,” you instruct him before kissing his chin. His emerging 5 o’clock shadow is tickling you, but you don’t care. “Please, Eddie.”

“What does more mean, babygirl?” Eddie questions. “Hm? What can I do for you?”

“F-faster,” you plead. “And one more finger, please.”

Without hesitation, his middle finger swoops in. He begins to pick up speed.

“Fuck!” you cry out.

You grab onto his hair and pull him closer to you. All the while, Eddie is pistoning in and out of you, at a speed and depth so aching, your eyes begin to well with tears.

Eddie smirks. “What are you crying for, honey? It’s what you wanted.”

“I know, I know,” you mewl. “It just feels too good.”

You bridge your pelvis upward to maximize the sensation. The sounds of your arousal slosh around in the backseat, absolute music to Eddie’s ears. He continues to repeatedly taunt that sweet spot of yours.

“Look at you,” he says. “So wet for me, you hear that sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nod.

The pet name sends shivers down Eddie’s spine. His eyes are fixated on you now, watching you shake beneath him. You’re mouthing for more because your voice is nearly gone. Eddie uses his pinky and his thumb to keep you propped upward.

He curves his fingers.

The pressure sensation to shoots up to your navel. You abruptly dig your nails into Eddie’s thigh in response to your detonating senses.

“MMM!” you yelp.

Eddie dares to mock you. “Mm?”

“Feel s-so good,” you stammer. “S-so fucking good. More, please, Eddie. I want more.”

He pumps his fingers into you harder, picking up speed with every thrust. And just when you think you’ve adjusted to him, his ring finger slides in.

You squeal in delight as pressure builds and Eddie advances further. He’s so measured, so rhythmic. Those are guitarist fingers if you ever did experience them.

“You still with me, angel?”

You realize you haven’t spoke or looked at him in a while. A kiss lands on the top of your head as you come back to earth. He needs to feel good now.

“Need your cock, Eddie,” you whimper. “Need to spoil you too.”

He chuckles, ruffling your hair with his other hand. “Aw, shucks. That’s thoughtful of you, dear.”

He kisses your forehead. “Alright.”

You both shift around to new positions and comfort levels. This time you’re on your stomach with your back arched, legs slightly parted so Eddie can keep abusing your cunt with those long, thick fingers of his. Eddie lines his groin up with your mouth, teasing you with how slow he’s pulling down the only thing keeping you from devouring him.

"You're only fucking Steve, right?"

You nod. "And…you're not sleeping with anyone?"

"Currently not." Eddie confirms. "And I'm tested, are you tested?"

You nod eagerly. "Cleared."

And the boxers come down.

He’s huge. Your eyes widen as his dagger springs out, his length just as excruciating as Steve’s, but his girth an entirely different ballpark. You rest a clammy set of fingers atop of it and hold in your breath, realizing your dainty little hand can barely envelope his entire circumference.

A thin strand of his pre-cum leaks from his rosy red tip. All for you.

Amused at your reaction, Eddie gives off a single-syllable chuckle. "What?"

"I think you know what.”

He looks at you slyly. "Do I?"

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Eddie shrugs. “Perhaps.” He inches closer to you. “But you’re just as sneaky.”

He gently taps your lips with the tip of his cock, requesting entrance into your mouth. You open up wide, taking him in sliver by sliver, dancing your tongue around his head before moving down his shaft.

“Shit,” he mutters.

You feel him hardening in your mouth. It leaves you stunned. He wasn’t completely hard yet?

You bob your head up and down as you take him, doing swirls around his tip with your tongue and mimicking the motion with your hands as you stroke him. And you don’t want to leave the boys out so after a while, you stroke him with both hands, gliding your thumb along the tip of his head while you tongue his balls. Eddie acquires a huge cluster of your hair and proceeds to lightly guide you.

“My fucking god,” he sputters. “Mmm just like that baby, FUCK.”

Soon he's got your hands behind your back and thrusting into your mouth, the foreshadow of his release running down your chin. You arch your back further to display your pleasure, and to allow easier access for Eddie’s fingers as you throat his long, wide cock to tears.

Meanwhile, his three fingers are a machine, propelling themselves in and out of you, the rattling of your drenched pussy ricocheting off the walls of Eddie's van. Pressure continues to build at your core.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. He pulls his fingers out to spank you. “Wish you can see how pretty you look right now. Give that mouth a nice lil stretch…”

His cock rams the back of your throat repeatedly. Your resistance in the form of a subtle gag makes it known.

"Keep that mouth open, baby," Eddie instructs. "Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

You gag and you gasp as Eddie fucks your throat, jamming into you so hard you’re sure it’s going to bruise tomorrow. A couple more thrusts, and you tap, digging your sharp nails into his thighs and spitting him out to lubricate his dick.

“Yeah ha!” Eddie chuckles euphorically as you go back to swallowing him down. He pulls you in with your hair. “That’s the stuff, baby. Want you to take me until that pretty jaw locks. Want you to still feel me today, tomorrow, and the day after. Do you understand me?"

You nod your head, yes, rapidly. You pause to take in some air, jacking him off with your hand in the meantime, reveling in the dreamy state in his eyes.

The intense fingering continues, this time, he keeps his fingers curved.

“Oh my GOD!” you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you continue to jerk Eddie off.

Eddie issues you a mild slap across the face causing you to moan in pleasure. He cups your face with a single hand, encouraging you to look at him and to not break eye contact. He wants to watch you fall apart.

He yanks his three fingers out of you and shoves them into your mouth. You suck on them instantly.

"Mhm," Eddie pants. "You like how you taste huh?"

You’re all tuckered out. Mouth sore, legs like jello, makeup probably non-existent. But you’re in another world. Too far away from Earth to care. And you don’t plan on coming back down any time soon.

“Let’s give that pretty little mouth a break,” Eddie barters. “Lemme fuck your tits.”

Again, with a singular motion, Eddie unclasps your bra and glides it down and away from your arms. You allow him to flip you back over onto your back and watch in absolute bliss as hovers over you.

Pushing your tits together, you watch as Eddie lines himself up, sliding in between and thrusting himself onto you. You poke your tongue out to graze his dick when you can.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. “This is so hot.”

“You’re so hot,” you insist.

He blushes. “No you’re so hot. And sweaty.”

Eddie’s secretions mixed with your saliva spill onto your chest as he continues to pleasure himself. The fingers that were once inside of you are now in your mouth. You suck on them hard.

“Havin’ the time of your life aren’t you, my little fuck doll?” Eddie asks.

“Mhm,” you nod. “Love letting you use me, Eds.”

Eddie’s face scrunches as he continues to fuck your breasts, beads of sweat raining down on you as he reaches his peak.

“So fucking dangerous,” Eddie tosses his head back. “This is so dangerous. Holy shit. Wanna cum all over you.”

The phone rings. You two flinch at the noise as it yanks you both out of your lust-filled trance.

"Son of a BITCH!” Eddie growls. He debates letting it go to voicemail, but when he sees who's calling he answers the phone.

"What, Henderson?"

"Oh good, you're still awake!" you hear Dustin pant from the other end of the line. "Can you pick us up please? Skull Rock?"

"W-" Eddie's puzzled. "Us? Who's us? Why are you shitheads up so late?"

"We've been drinking and we don't wanna walk home," Dustin explains. "Especially cuz Lucas keeps walking into oncoming traffic."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Eddie rages. "You guys work in the afternoon, why would you-"

Eddie slams his palm onto his face as he listens half-assed to Dustin's explanation. They argue back and forth for a little while longer before he caves. Eddie would rather have the boys plastered in his van than in the Uber of a family friend who would snitch to Ms. Claudia Henderson about their shenanigans. Eddie the Hero, per usual.

"I…” Eddie rolls his eyes. "Gotta pick up the boys. If they get caught, a lot of us are in trouble."

“Aw,” you shrug. “Okay.”

“Let’s finish up,” Eddie suggests. “Real quick. Please.”

The easiest ‘yes’ ever. You and Eddie agree to one last face fuck. He thrusts into you messily, eyes closed and concentrated on chasing his release. With his outlet being your pretty, puffy, pink lips it comes quicker than you think.

The thick threads of Eddie’s hot cum shoot to the back of your throat. You swallow instantly, and make sure he’s watching.

Eddie’s mouth flies open as he bears witness to the whole thing. You wipe the remnants of him off with the side of your thumb.

“No need for clean up,” you smile innocently.

For a second it looks like Eddie’s knees almost buckle.

“My god,” he strains. “You need to marry me asap.”

You know it’s a joke, but your heart flutters at the compliment.

“Yeah, right.”

You’re a little bummed the nights been cut short again but you're at ease knowing there's plenty more where that came from.

“I’m so sorry that the night ended this way,” Eddie mutters. “I just didn’t expect literally any of this to happen.”

"It's okay," you giggle. "I remember those days. Dad's controlling ass raised some sneaky kids.”

"Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah," you nod. "You wouldn't believe the adventures I went on. Billy would tag along too."

Eddie smiles. “Since we’re talking adventures, this one of ours has to be my favorite.”

You two proceed to drive along to Skull Rock, the skull shaped boulder made infamous by Eddie and Steve. Eddie won't go into full detail about how they made it so well known. Just that it was them that did it.

Eddie slithers his hand over to you, resting it atop your thigh.

"Well this changes some things, huh?" he laughs.

"Kinda," you mumble shyly, not even fighting back your ear-to-ear grin anymore.

“In one mile, turn right on Curly Street,” the GPS orders.

A slightly heavy rectangular device lands onto your lap. It’s Eddie’s phone.

"Can you text Dustin for me?" Eddie requests. "Let him know our ETA and all that?"

“Sure!” you oblige.

Eddie gives you his passcode, 0-0-2-0 and you navigate to his text messages to text your rambunctious curly-haired friend.

The concept of it all makes you blush. Eddie trusts you with his phone and letting him text your mutual friends for him. Butterflies form in your stomach.

According to Eds and Siri, you’re five minutes away so that's what you text. Dustin shoots you a thumbs up a few seconds later.

You go to close to the Messenger app. But with an accidental swipe to the left, the conversation below Dustin's happens to catch your eye.

NINA loved "See you soon! 😁”

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author’s note: me after posting the raunchiest chapter(s) of this fic so far and turning off my phone

[yanderestarangel]

submissive bi han pls

TW: afab reader, v!sex, handjob, sub!bi han, dom!reader, panty gag, overstimulation, self degradation.

Bi Han was always a dominant man, giving orders to everyone and always thinking he was superior to everyone in the Lin Kuei clan, but did you know how much of a little bitch your husband was for you, for your attention, and it was one of those days, where Bi Han would come home, whining for you to pay attention to his needy dick, the way you praised him, the way you gave him attention... he loved all of that.

Bi Han's weary gauze softened, He sighed deeply, his body relaxing as you began to massage his chest. Your touch ignited a spark of desire within him, washing away the stress and weariness of the day. He watched with a mix of anticipation and yearning as your hand ventured lower, inching closer to his clothed erection, a low moan escaped from his lips as he surrendered to the sensations you provided, his body craving your tender touch. You were attuned to his desires, understanding that he needed not just physical rest, but also a release for the pent-up tension within him, he yielded control, allowing you to take charge of pleasuring him. Whether it be through a slow, sensual massage, a teasing dance of fingertips over his clothed length, or any other method that allowed him to find solace and release in your hands. Bi Han's body responded eagerly, is breathing grew heavy, his muscles relaxing under your touch. However, you weren't satisfied, removing your hand from his hard length, while telling him to take off his clothes and lie down on the bed, Bi Han obeyed you like a good boy, he swiftly stripped off his clothes, laying himself down on the bed as instructed, his need for your touch evident in his hardened length and the low groans that escaped his lips.

"-Please, I need to feel you, make me cum please, I just want to cum please..."

You saw his dick throb and twitch, glistening with pre semen at the tip, as you got close to him, spitting on the head of Bi Han's member, making him moan from the hot temperature of your saliva on him, he could swear he could cum there same, but he needed your pussy on him first. You took off your panties, covering Bi Han's mouth with the fabric, as you prepared to ride his dick.

He moaned around the fabric in his mouth, his taste buds eagerly capturing the essence of your sweet pussy, muffled sounds of pleasure escaped him as you began riding him, your wetness enveloping his cock inch by inch. The sensation made him tremble with need, every movement sending waves of pleasure reverberating through his entire being, as you moved atop him, Bi Han surrendered completely to your control.

The sight of you riding him, dominating him, only intensified his pleasure. The way your body moved, the powerful grip your pussy had on his cock, it was an exquisite torment. "-Yes... Fuck... I am your needy bitch, craving your attention, your touch. Use me, take from me everything you desire. Make me yours completely." -He groaned, his voice raw with need. The room filled with the sounds of your passionate union—moans, skin slapping against skin, and the intoxicating scent of sex. Bi Han's body responded to your every movement, his cock throbbing with the desperate need for release. He looked at you, his eyes glassy with desire and submission. Speechless, his gaze spoke volumes, silently begging you to make him come, to love him, to praise him for being such a great man and such a good boy, for you to tell him that he filled you completely.

Bi Han's hands tightened on the sheets, his body shaking with the effort to maintain control and not cum yet, which was difficult with the walls of your creamy, warm pussy on him, your dominance, drove him deeper into his submissive state, igniting an insatiable lust within him. You decide to tease him even more, moving his dick away from your pussy, as you withdrew from his cock, a whimper of frustration escaped him. Tears welled up in his eyes, a mixture of longing and the overwhelming need to please you, he swallowed, his voice trembling as he prepared to voice his plea. "-I'll do anything for you my love, just let me cum inside your little pussy please... am I not a good boy?" -The tears trailed down his cheek, mixing with the sweat that had formed on his brow. Bi Han's desires were laid bare, his inhibitions shattered as he found himself at your mercy.

You smiled satisfied, sitting on his dick again, harder this time, making him arch his back in pleasure, his dick pulsed against your hot inner walls, he cried and drooled on the sheets, his voice full of submissive need to cum and please you, he was overstimulated, and it didn't help that you massaged his balls making him cry even more with pleasure, he was so shaky, a mess.

"-I'm your slut, just use my dick however you want"

"-Fuck no one is going to be your good boy besides me right?"

"-I love you so much (Y/N) I swear I'm going to cum..."

"-F-F-Fuuuck... I love your pussy on my dick, I love your touch, please I want to cum let me cum please ..."

You rode with precision and hunger on the cock of your submissive and needy husband, the great grandmaster feared by everyone in the clan was now moaning in despair. Bi Han couldn't wait for your order and permission for him to cum, soon you saw his face of pleasure, the black strands stuck to his forehead and neck, his muscular abdomen contracted as he emptied thick jets of semen inside your cunt.

"-Sorry, I just wanted to cum... I'm still your good husband, right?"

[vin-taege]

Sore Loser (m)

Summary: The game of "put a finger down" ended differently than you expected—not that you were complaining.

Genre: smut, porn with slight plot??

Pairing: bratty!reader x chishiya

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: blowjobs, throatfucking, cunnilingus, light degradation (chishiya calls you names but affectionately), rough sex, semi-clothed sex, protected sex (stay safe!), fingering, spanking

Note: This is the second smuttier part to fair game !

"That's rich coming from you."

Chishiya's voice was muffled, his mouth latching onto your breasts like a man starved. He'd managed to get your shirt off despite your neediness for his tongue on your skin. He tasted too good to pull away from.

You groaned, head pressing against the throw pillows of the couch. Pulling at his hair, you pressed him closer to your body, his hot breath leaving you soaked. Simultaneously, his hands were yanking your shorts down alongside your panties.

"Fuck you, loser," you managed to say breathily. A small smirk played on your lips—pushing his buttons seems like fun for now. It was only fair after the way he teased you during the game.

Without warning, Chishiya pressed a nipple in between his teeth, grinding it slowly on the sharp enamel. You screamed out, immediately getting a slap on your outer thigh after.

He pinched and rolled at the neglected bud, digging his nails on purpose until you hissed. When both your nipples were burning from soreness, he diverted his attention to your neck. 

Licking a stripe from the base up to the bottom of your ear, he kissed and bit, littering purple marks all over. He found a particular spot that made you gasp louder, deciding to abuse it.

You whimpered under his harsh marking. He hadn't even touched your clit yet, but you knew there'd be a big wet spot on your panties by now. You rubbed your thighs together, seeking the tiniest bit of friction for some sense of relief. But Chishiya caught on quickly.

Halting his actions, he firmly grabbed both your thighs, holding your legs open. "You think I'm letting you off that easily? After hearing you bitch about fair play and act like a brat?"

He pulled your waist up until you were on your feet, turning you so that you faced the couch. You planted your arms on the cushion, arching your back for him. You had an inkling as to what he was planning-and honestly, you had hoped for it.

The way his palm connected with your ass left you gasping for breath. You jolted forward, your face almost colliding with the sofa backrest. Right after, you felt his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh. 

"Whiny slut," he hit the other cheek. "We both know I won."

The barrage of spanking didn't wear down, each slap harder than the other. Your pleas fell on deaf ears, Chishiya only getting harder at the sight of you so broken so quickly. Tears cascaded down your face, thighs shaking from how much your ass stung. When he finally relented, he pressed his clothed cock against you. The rough fabric of his shorts grinding against your tender flesh made you scream out. He reached over, taking the opportunity to hook to fingers into your open mouth. He pulled back, forcing your head to tilt upwards.

"'M sorry, 'm sorry!" you sobbed. "I'll be good, please."

The blond snorted, letting go of your mouth and stilling his hips. You whined pathetically—it hurt so much but you wanted him to keep going. You needed him to touch you.

As if reading your mind, Chishiya planted his fingers underneath your jaw, grabbing your neck from behind. His free hand brushed over your soaked folds, leaving the lightest of contact on your clit. "How are you going to be good hm? You gonna offer me something worthwhile?"

Despite his tight grip on your throat, you nodded frantically. You tried to grind back on his fingers, but every time you did, he'd immediately withdraw them. You pouted, voice desperate.

"I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" Chishiya hummed, feigning surprise. "That's a generous offer."

He dipped a finger shallowly in you, scooping a portion of your wetness and spreading it over your clit. You moaned, biting your lip. You wanted more, but you knew he'd stop if you got too greedy.

He pressed his finger more forcefully over your bundle of nerves. "I've always wanted to fuck that loud mouth of yours. Gonna shut you up real good with my cock."

Without his prompting, you quickly kneeled on the floor in front of him. Your legs shook with each movement, both from the rawness of your ass and the desperation in your clit. You gushed harder when you realized you were naked in such a vulnerable position, while Chishiya towered over you still fully clothed.

He smirked at your compliance, turning your chin slightly from side to side. "You look so pretty like this."

You hung your mouth open, eager to take him. He pulled his shorts and briefs down, hard cock slapping against his stomach. You held your breath at the sight—it was long and thick, a pretty vein wrapping around leading up to the red tip. Chishiya chuckled at your awestruck expression, grabbing a fistful of your hair and bringing you closer. “Go ahead. Show me what you’ll do for me.”

Licking your lips, you took one last glance at his cock before meeting his eyes. You kissed the tip, brushing your tongue up and down his slit to lap up the pre-cum. He let out a sigh of approval, steadying himself by holding your hair—gentle caresses in contrast to his harsh words. He bucked his hips when he finally felt your lips wrap around him.

You sucked your cheeks in, struggling to accommodate his size. You placed a hand on the base, opting to stroke whatever you couldn’t fit instead. Tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, you started bobbing your head, saliva pooling in your mouth as you sucked him off. He wasn’t vocal but you knew he felt good through the way his breaths started to get heavy, or his fingers dug into your scalp more.

Slowly, you fell into a rhythm, managing to take him better. You twisted the hand holding his cock whenever you’d bury him in your mouth, using your other hand to trail down his thigh using your nails. During the whole process, you looked up at him with puppy eyes. He looked back with half-lidded eyes, the soft brown turning into almost pitch black. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, landing on the expanse of his exposed chest. Seeing him fall apart like this was something you’d never want to miss.

As you were pulling away, he held your head more firmly, roughly sinking his entire cock down your throat. You let out a muffled squeal, throat spasming around the sudden intrusion. Tears pricked at your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. You lightly slapped his thigh, trying to signal for him to pull out. Surprisingly, he complied, but only until the tip was still in your mouth. He waited for you to compose yourself.

“Breathe through your nose. Tap me three times if you want to stop,” his voice softened although he maintained his firm grip. You nodded, taking a deep breath of air in preparation and planting your hands on his thighs.

Without wasting another moment, he snapped his hips towards you, fucking your mouth in a brutal pace. Though you struggled for stable breathing, the way he was using you made you drip even more. Your wetness was starting to slide down your thighs, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it had started to form a pool on the carpeted floor.

He groaned, feeling your throat tighten around him. You sneaked a hand down, fingers finding their way to your soaked cunt. You shuddered, giving yourself some relief when you rubbed tight circles on your clit. It took Chishiya a few more thrusts before noticing this, eyebrows furrowing in disapproval.

“Oh no you don’t.” 

Swiftly, he brought his hands back to the underside of your jaw, lifting your face up. All his wait was on the pads of his feet, hips flush against you until your nose was buried among the the trimmed hairs. You gagged, hands flying back to squeeze his thighs. He held you in place for a few more seconds before pulling out completely, a string of saliva connected from his tip to your lips.

You sputtered, hunching over and coughing. Drool was stuck to your chin and you were certain your hair was a mess. Chishiya towered over you, staring at you condescendingly.

“What made you think you can do that hm? Do you think that’s fair?” he mimicked your previous words. You didn’t answer, busy focusing on your breathing. He tsk’ed, lifting your head up by your hair. He took in your pathetic state, eyes glistening from the tears, cheeks sticky, and lips sore. “Do you think you deserve my cock after all that shit you’ve given me?”

You whimpered, biting your lip. You didn’t expect him to get this rough, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. Much to his amusement, you shook your head softly. He let go of your hair, holding your cheek gently instead. He leaned into his touch, sighing at the comfort it gave you.

“I can be forgiving when I want to, ___.” He brushed his thumb over a drying tear trail. “Are you going to be a good girl now?” 

You eagerly nodded, voiceless from the abuse your throat took. 

He smirked. “On the bed.”

You got on wobbly knees, scampering towards the soft mattress and cold sheets—they’ll warm up soon enough. You propped yourself up on your elbows, thighs opened slightly as an invitation. Chishiya took his time striding up to you, hooking a finger under your chin and giving you a soft peck on the lips. He deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth. He placed both arms on your sides, stabling himself on the bed. You moved in synch, one hand on his bicep while the other was on the back of his neck.

Unzipping his hoodie, you tugged it off, Chishiya helping you until the sight of his bare upper body greeted you. You pouted, which he immediately took notice of.

“What’s wrong?” 

“I didn’t get to mark you,” you whined, eyes scanning the blank skin of his neck and collarbones. He chuckled lightly. 

“Cheer up,” he plainly replied, handing you his hoodie. You looked at it quizically, raising an eyebrow at him. “I want you to wear it while you cum.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, cheeks flush. You took the jacket from him, sliding one arm in and then the other. The fabric was soft and light—no wonder why he never took it off. It smelled like minty soap and flowery detergent, and of course, that underlying scent that was distinctly Chishiya’s. A mix similar to old books and strawberries.

He beamed at you in contentment. He leaned over, placing a chaste kiss on the space in between your breasts. Leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach, he reached your crotch, licking his lips at the sight of your wet clit. “You made quite a mess here.”

He kissed your clit before running his tongue over it. You gasped, gripping the sheets tightly. He held your thigh open with one hand, making use of the other by inserting a finger in you. He lapped up your juices, the tip of his tongue teasing circled around your sensitive bud. At the same time, he easily slipped another finger in, curling both of them up and hitting your g-spot.

“Fuck!” you mewled. You grinded your hips against his tongue, feeling your orgasm quickly building up. Every part of your body felt so sensitive, mind going blank aside from the thought of wanting—needing—to cum.

Chishiya pulled his lips away for a moment but continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you. He hummed, lost in thought. “Three fingers huh?”

“W-what are you…” you panted, gritting your teeth when he hit the spongy spot again.

“You put down three fingers,” he stated not feeling the need to elaborate, but you knew what he was thinking based on his stupid smirk. He prodded your entrance with his ring finger, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“W-wait, I don’t know if I can—fuck!” You arched your back upward, full from all three fingers inside you. Your shut your eyes, mouth open in a silent moan. You were treading the line of pain and pleasure, head fuzzy from how everything felt a little bit too much. Chishiya caught on quick, pausing to make sure you could regain your composure. He pressed sloppy kisses on your thighs and hips, muttering praises.

“We can stop if you want,” he sincerely offered. You shook your head. Still unable to form words, you gave him a thumbs-up.

He started off slow, waiting patiently until you’ve adjusted. Thankfully, you were wet enough for him to easily slide his fingers in and out. It was starting to feel good again, pleasure taking over the initial sting. You spread your legs wider, allowing him to see more of your glistening folds.

“You okay?”

You hummed in response, already feeling like you’ve been fucked dumb. Shakily, you nudged his head towards your pussy, urging his mouth onto your clit again. He rolled his eyes teasingly, but gave in to your request.

He latched his mouth onto your clit again, tongue doing wonders. You gushed around his fingers, thighs shaking from how sensitive you were getting. A coil was tightening in your stomach, ready to snap at any moment.

Chishiya used his free hand to hold your waist down. He pressed his tongue firmly against you, running it up and down as he abused your g-spot, precisely angling each thrust to hit it. It wasn’t long before he had you spilling at the seams.

“Cumming, cumming!” you moaned wantonly, throwing your head back. It’s like you were submerged underwater, legs spasming as you were hit wave after wave of your orgasm. Chishiya slowed down his ministrations, allowing you to ride it out. When you’ve settled, he pulled his fingers away, making a show of licking them clean. 

He crawled up, propping his elbows on either side of your head. You tried to fight the way your eyelids would fall, lips slightly open. Your hair was sprawled messily on the sheets, the hood of his jacket crumpling under your head. Chishiya embedded this in his mind, his eagerness only growing at your fucked out state. “___?”

“Hmm?” your eyes drifted back to him, looking slightly more focused now.

“Are you okay?” he pressed a light kiss on your neck.

“Mhhmm…” you hummed, hooking a leg over his waist.

“Are you sure?” Chishiya furrowed his eyebrows in worry.

“Fuck me,” you groaned, grinding upwards on his cock. You whispered, “Loser.”

“Brat,” Chishiya smirked, trying to conceal his relief. For a second there, he thought you would have passed out. Reaching towards the nightstand, he dug around one of the drawers until he found the packet he was looking for. Kuina had slipped this in his room once during one of her speeches—mainly about finally making a move on you. He didn’t think it would ever come to use, but hey, he was grateful for it. He aligned himself with your entrance. With one swift movement, he bottomed out. Groaning through gritted teeth, he threw his head back. Your cum and wetness lubed him up so well, your soft walls clamping tightly on his cock.

He was already pent up from when you blew him, and he knew he wasn’t going to last for long. He focused on finding your spot again, kissing it with the top of his cock over and over again. A string of curses left your lips, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, hot breaths on your skin. You could feel him tensing up.

“So good, Chishi,” you sobbed. “You fill me up so well.”

“Fuck,” he hissed. He straightened up, hooking your legs on his shoulders, thighs pressed on his torso. He wrapped his arms around your legs, using them as leverage. You squeezed around him, helping to draw his orgasm out. His hips stuttered, thrusts becoming sloppy. He couldn’t get enough of your warmth, carnal desire overtaking his mind. He could feel you getting closer as well, ripping your second orgasm out when pressed fast, tight circles on your clit.

The sound of skin slapping on skin mixed with your moans echoed throughout the empty room, followed by a loud groan Chishiya could no longer hold back. His hips were flush against you, cock fully buried in your drenched pussy. Thick, white spurts filled the condom. Chishiya rode his orgasm out with shallow thrusts before stilling inside you. He huffed, trying to maintain his composure despite shaky breaths.

He gently laid your legs down, plopping himself next to you. Your chests rose up and down, slowly coming down from both your highs. You turned your head, facing him. His eyes were closed, stray hairs framing his face.

“I would have put four fingers down,” Chishiya mumbled, sensing your gaze on him. His words puzzled you, when you suddenly remembered Kuina’s last question—have you ever been in love?

“I love you too,” you rolled onto your side, gingerly taking the hand draped over his stomach. He froze for a second, locking his fingers with yours. “Loser.”

[alekcarv]

Where's my winkline freaks at

right hereeee

mostly a fan of samjack tho but i think there’s something delicious about dean who blames jack for cas’ death and is constantly punishing him with a hard fucking and maybe a spanking if he feels jack is whining too much. roughly fucking jack’s face,, only reason you’re around is cuz sammy’s little bitch about abandonment or whatever.. slapping his face when jack tries to defend himself……

mommy sammy coming to the rescue afterwards.. ofc he has to take care of his baby.. lots of aftercare, soothing jack.. rubbing his back and running his hands through his hair.. when he’s finally calmed down.. gives it to him a slow and tender.. making sure jack knows he’s cared for… dean’s just angry bout his friend.. no baby he doesn’t hate you he doesn’t mean it at all. i know i know i’ll talk to him. so good for me baby yk that? yeah sure you do.

later trying to have that talk with dean but it ends up with sam bent over taking dean’s cock. jack watching them go at it.. dean noticing and reluctantly telling him to get over here and they all fuck nasty… instead of apologising or acknowledging jack’s feelings, dean tells him to quit his whining, he’s tryna cum… <3

[specialinterestshows]

De-stress and re-stress in this latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic, Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Anxiety, dirty talk, spanking, teasing, tickling, tearing of clothes, praise, biting, choking, collaring, possessive sex, parasocial interactions, social anxiety

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Absolute Smokeshow (Part 76 of ?): Dom Dom

The next morning, you said your goodbyes, called out of work, and filled your tank with gas before starting your long trek back home. Merging onto the highway, you hummed along to the music to try and shake your anxiety about having used your last sick day when you weren’t even sick.

The drive back would take most of the day, meaning you couldn’t ease your anxiety in the usual way. As the road stretched out in front of you, you decided it was best to occupy your thoughts with something less stressful; and what better way than remembering what you did last night?

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“So, NXT North American Champion: how do you really want to celebrate?” Rhea had asked Dom as soon as the three of you were back at the hotel.

He looked away, blushing already, and muttered something neither one of you heard.

“Speak. Up.” Rhea’s tone was firm.

“I… I want, um, both of you to dom me,” he admitted, causing an immediate wordless exchange between you and Rhea.

She raised an eyebrow: “You up for it?”

You smiled shyly and nodded: “I want to, but I might need a little help.”

Dom missed your silent conversation entirely, looking back to see the both of you smiling.

“I think we should have our little boytoy do a striptease for us,” your girlfriend suggested with a smirk, looking your way, “Don’t you?”

“He’s so shy,” you respond, carefully gauging his reaction, “How do we know he’ll do it?”

“Easy: we don’t let him come unless he puts on the best show he can for us,” Rhea chuckled, watching Dom start to get hard before finally addressing him directly, “That means lap dances too, bitch.”

“Yes, Mami,” he breathed before turning to look at you, “And, uh, what should I call you?”

Rhea turned to await your response as well.

Not many titles sprang to mind, but there was one that seemed comfortable the more you thought about it.

“Call me Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Dom replied excitedly.

“Well don’t just stand there,” Rhea told him, tapping her phone to turn on slow, sultry music, “Strip.”

Dom still seemed hesitant, face turning red, so you decided to encourage him. You stood, reaching out and grabbing his hand to help pull him up to his feet as well.

“We all know you look better without any clothes,” you said, grabbing onto his vest roughly, “Don’t keep us waiting.”

“Yes, Mistress, sorry, Mistress,” he replied, trying to hurriedly remove his clothes when you let go before Rhea stopped him.

“Slowly,” she ordered, moving his hips to the beat for him before he took over, “There’s my good boy.”

Watching Dom strip, you were surprised when Rhea gently pulled you down onto the bed to sit next to her. She gave you a kiss and you giggled, watching her coax a now half-naked Dominik toward the two of you with one finger.

“Show your Mistress what you can do,” Rhea instructed, giving his ass a hard slap as he turned to straddle you.

Dom getting flustered and blushing was something you had grown to expect - but what you didn’t realize was that you were now in that same position, unsure whether or not you should touch him or where as your face grew steadily warmer.

Noticing your pause, Dom gingerly lifted your hands and set them on his chest as his slight muscles continued to ripple with the movement of his torso. You slid one hand over to play with his nipple as the other moved down and traced the words inked across his rib cage. He whimpered at the pinch and then giggled at the light touch down his side.

“Oh, are you ticklish there?” you ask, pulling your hand back as he instinctively covers his tender skin, and adjusts his underwear, as you smirk, “Good to know.”

“Mami’s turn,” Rhea giggles, snapping the elastic on Dom’s boxers and watching him jump.

Before he could move onto her lap himself, she had grabbed and lifted him onto her with one fluid motion, as if he didn’t weigh a thing. Marveling at your girlfriend’s strength, you watched Dom try to give her a lap dance while she ran her tongue up his chest before sucking and biting on his nipples.

Her need to dominate him was carnal and you were practically drooling watching the two of them. A small, involuntary moan escaped your lips when you watched Rhea rip and tear his underwear off, teeth sunk deep into Dom’s shoulder as he whimpered frantically.

“Good boy,” she growled, shoving him down onto the bed, “Now let your Mistress enjoy you while Mami gets her strap.”

Looking up at you, Dom laid naked and awaiting your orders - or perhaps simply your touch. Before anything else, you remove your clothes, relishing the way he watched you. Then, pinning both hands above his head, you straddle and grind against him, leaning in for a kiss. Your other hand closes around his throat, making him moan and whine against your lips.

“You’re so much fun to play with pretty boy,” you whispered into Dom’s ear, giving his throat a squeeze before releasing him to hear his reply.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Mami’s back,” Rhea sang, elongating the last word. Turning around, the sight of your girlfriend wearing nothing but a strap-on greeted you, making you forget for a moment that you were domming. The items in her hand barely registered until she addressed you.

“Put this on him,” Rhea said, handing you Dom’s collar, “Keeps him deep in sub space.”

You nodded, doing as she suggested. Dom raised his head off the bed to let you secure the collar, looking deep into your eyes as he did. The change when you collared him was immediate, his expression relaxing, eyes dizzy with desire.

A squelch made you turn to Rhea again as you held Dom by the ring in his collar. Lube glistened on the tip of her strap and the palm of one hand as she closed the bottle with the other.

“Make room for Mami on the bed, darling,” Rhea told you, smile widening at the noise he made when you pulled Dom up as well.

Your girlfriend was sat down on the bed, ordering Dom to come closer. Once he was within arm’s reach, Rhea made him turn around before gently applying the lube and stretching him out with her fingers. Dom squirmed and whined as you approached him, slowly pressing your naked body against his when you leaned in to kiss Rhea.

“Now, Dom-Dom, be a good boy and sit on my strap,” she commanded as soon as her lips were free again, “Take it as deep as it’ll go.”

“Yes, Mami,” he whimpered as she removed her fingers, wiping them off on his discarded shirt.

The ease with which Dom took the toy inside of him was impressive as he bit his lip, slightly muffling the noises he made as he followed orders. Rhea had her strap buried deep inside him rather quickly.

“Your ass is mine,” she growled in his ear, “But your Mistress is going to be fucking you too” - she spoke to you now - “Go ahead and sit on his pathetic little dick; we’re going to use this fucktoy the way he was meant to be used.”

Rhea leaned back on her elbows as she watched you approach. You had the lube with you, squirting a bit in your hand to make sure Dom was slick enough. He whined at your touch, then louder when you turned around and teased him with a bit of grinding before taking all of him inside you.

Once you started riding Dom, Rhea began thrusting, creating a ripple effect with the momentum she gathered until you barely had to move your hips anymore.

“Mami… Mistress… You both feel… so good,” Dominik moaned underneath you.

Trying to keep your balance, you reached out on either side of you; one hand finding Rhea’s and the other touching Dom’s as the three of you continued undulating together with every thrust Rhea gave.

“Are you going to come for us, love?” she asked Dom as his moans grew more desperate.

A gentle caress of your hip.

Nails digging into your skin.

You stopped keeping track of who was doing or saying what, lost in how good you felt until you came, hard.

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Once the roads and signs became more familiar, you started to feel the many miles you’ve traveled and few stops you’ve taken in your aching muscles. When you finally pulled up to your building, a wave of anxiety hit as you remembered one of the comments you had read the other day.

“I think she lives in my same apartments?”

You parked and shut off your car as quickly as you could, double-checking to make sure the doors were locked and headlights were off before scanning the parking lot and nearby apartments for movement. Seeing none, you popped open your glove compartment and pulled out the cloth mask you kept inside. Once your mask was secure, you felt your way through your bag, hands closing around a hat that would hopefully also help hide your identity.

The hasty disguise would have to do, you thought as you glanced at your reflection in the rear view mirror.

The sound of your own footsteps startled you in your paranoia as you hurried from your car to your door, luggage in tow.

Once you were at your door, you fumbled with your keys, dropping them in your hurry. Cursing your nerves, you bent over to pick up your keys. A jolt of fear coursed through you when you suddenly heard someone laughing. Your first instinct was to freeze, but the laughter turned to talking as the voice approached.

You let your muscle memory take over, unlocking the door and pulling in your bags before closing and locking the door. Listening as intently as you could with your rapid heartbeat pounding in your ears, you caught a bit of the conversation as whoever it was passed by.

“Come on, what are we even doing here? Just because she’s dating her, doesn’t mean Rhea is going to be hanging out around here.”

You felt lightheaded.

Maybe you should find another place to stay for a while, you thought, trembling as you slid the deadbolt shut.

[end part seventy-six of ?]

Part 77: “Un Poco De Azúcar”

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[flightlessangelwings]

kisses in which, ''i can't believe this is real, but i love you so much''

Javier Peña x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count- 560

Warnings- a shitty ex, protective!Javier, neighbors, mutual pining, feelings confessions, alcohol mention

Notes- Requested by a lovely anon for my 4k follower celebration! Thank you so much and your message was so sweet!! I hope you enjoy this!! I really want to write more Javier so I loved writing this!

Taglists are closed. To stay up to date on when I post, follow my update blog and turn on post notifs @flightlessangelwings-updates​

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“Leave me alone,” you yanked your arm from your ex boyfriend’s grip, “I told you we’re through!”

“You bitch!” he yelled back at you. He reeled his arm back as he geared up to slap you, but the blow never landed.  

“You sure you want to do that, pal?” Javier interrupted your spat in the hallway when he grabbed your ex’s wrist. He slammed him back against the wall before he landed a punch of his own, “Get the fuck out.”

“Asshole,” your ex muttered as he stared at Javier for a moment with a challenge in his eyes.

You watched from the other end of the hall in shock that your neighbor stepped in and defended you without hesitation. Your hands trembled as you watched the two men face off. Eventually, though, your ex conceded and scurried off while he muttered incoherent curses. Javier watched him run away until he was out the building door before he turned to you.

“Hey,” he rested his hands on your shoulders as he said your name, “You alright?”

You looked at Javier wide-eyed, “Uh, yeah,” you breathed, “I’m ok.”

He looked you over before he gestured to his apartment door, “Come inside. I don’t trust that asshole won’t be back.”

“Oh,” your voice sounded far away, “Ok…”

A million thoughts ran through your head as you settled yourself on Javier’s couch. He muttered something about fixing you both a drink, but you barely heard it. You hadn’t been with your ex long, and it wasn’t ever anything serious. No, your heart had always belonged to someone else… someone else who was currently grabbing you a drink after saving your ass. 

“Here,” Javier’s voice knocked you out of your thoughts as he set a glass down on the table in front of you, “I never liked that guy anyway,” he said as he sat down next to you, “You’re too good for him.”

A soft gasp escaped your throat, “You really think so?” 

Javier smirked and it made your heart flutter, “Yeah… You’re far too pretty for that rat.”

That made you laugh, “So I deserve someone on my level of pretty then?” The adrenaline that still pulsed through your system made you bold as you grabbed your drink and took a big sip.

He hid his laugh behind his hand as he did the same, “I guess.” Warmth radiated from his skin as he watched you relax in his presence. And Javier could only wish that he could call you his own. Truthfully, it pained him to see you with your ex, and it brought up feelings that Javier tried so hard to bury.

But your next words caught him completely off guard.

“So, someone like you then?” your tone dropped as you finished your drink and looked at him with a seductive look in your eyes.

Javier’s mouth dropped open, “I…” he huffed as he finished off his drink as well. When he met your eyes again, he felt his heart pound in his chest, “Fuck you’re so beautiful…”

“So are you, Javi…” you inched closer as your gaze dropped down to his lips.

Javier leaned in and cupped your face. Was this the result of adrenaline and alcohol? Was this a dream? Or was this actually happening out of true genuine feelings? Either way, Javi couldn’t bring himself to stop, and you certainly weren’t pushing him away. 

Slowly Javier closed the gap between your faces and placed a soft kiss on your lips. What started tender, quickly erupted into more the moment your lips touched, and you clawed at his shirt to eagerly pull him closer to you and deepen the kiss.

Javier wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you over so that you straddled his hips, all the while his lips never broke away from yours. Soft moans echoed from both of you as you devoured each other in a feverish frenzy. As if neither of you were sure this was real and you wanted to seize the moment when you could.

But, when you finally had to break away for a breath, you both realized this was real. You were here, on Javier’s lap. And there was an undeniable connection between you.

“It’s always been you, Javi,” you whispered as you buried your hand in his hair.

His eyes trailed up and down your figure as he cock twitched in his pants. You noticed because you let out a soft moan that ignited a new fire, “What do you say we move to the bedroom then?” Javier asked as he kissed you again.

“I thought you’d never ask…”

[triplesilverstar]

The bar is dingy and dim, the haze of smoke a thick layer around the expanse of the main room but at the moment you couldn’t care. Sure there was a crack under the so-called bathroom that allowed the white cloud to drift in and while you hated the smell of it, you’re far more enraptured by the body behind you. 

Feeling your walls flutter as he slams his hips against your ass almost as if he’s some kind of animal rutting into you. Every thrust has you almost whining as his girth splits you open, but you’re just as desperate as he is bucking back into him so his cock is hitting as deep inside your core as your current position allows. 

Both of you are still mostly clothed, his red jacket swirling around the two of you in your mad coupling yet it doesn’t take away from the intimacy you feel in the moment. One of his hands on your chin tilting your head back with his gloved fingers in your mouth, the command to suck them clean of your own juices from him shoving them into your sloppy pussy to prep you for his dick. The other hand over your sex, the chill from the metal seeping into your flushed skin even through the glove that hides that prosthetic. 

His moist breath as it clings to the skin along the side of your neck makes you shiver as his labored pants in time to the snap of his hips right against your ear tell you he’s growing closer. Your hands are occupied with helping to keep yourself upright as you rock back against him, slick walls pulsing around his length while his fingers work at your clit. A churning in your stomach as he keeps bucking into you like he plans to break you, to have you a pile of putty in the palm of his hands. You’ve already come twice for him, once on his fingers which you can still taste as you moan around his fingers, and once on his dick when he first split you open and set a brutal pace. 

Another moan from you as your walls spasm around him and the head of his cock drags along the nerves inside your pussy followed by a quick slap to the apex of your thighs. “I thought you could be a good girl for me Mayfly.” An edge to his voice as he pushes those long digits inside your mouth, he doesn’t care that the supple leather is soaked from the drool pouring from your mouth. “Yet even with my fingers in your mouth you still can’t keep quiet.” Huffing as he gives a single hard thrust that the force of has your clothed chest hitting the bumpy wall and dragging against your sensitive nipples, doing your best not to moan as the stimuli towards your body builds and you can feel yourself reaching that peak. 

“Or, do you wanna be caught hmm?” Humming low in your ear as he pulls you more against his body again, grinding into you so his cock is rubbing deliciously against your inside and hitting your cervix in a way he knows will make you see stars. There’s barely any space between your bodies and the heat from his length buried in your core is making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Do you want the patrons out there to see you like this?”

His voice has gone dangerously low, a growl in your ear as his teeth drag down against your neck before reaching your pulse point and sucking on it. The idea of being caught has you tensing around him, blistering tight and you can feel him throb in response. Blowing on his love bite to make you shiver again before his nose is trailing along the shell of your ear. “You liked that, didn’t you? The thought of them seeing you stuffed to the brim on my cock, a mewling little mess if it wasn’t for my fingers keeping your noises to a minimum.” 

You’re blinking fast as your pussy reacts to his words, clamping down around him even harder than you ever thought you could, and a hiss from your lover behind you. “Seeing you squirm for the Humanoid Typhoon like a bitch in heat.” An almost tender kiss placed against the base of your ear, a contrast to his words and the jackhammering of his hips and the nimble dance of his fingers along your clit.

“Such a needy little thing. Now come for me.” You don’t come right away, but another few pumps of his cock in your walls and you let out a guttural moan that never goes past the door thanks to his fingers as you try to milk his cock for all it’s worth rewarded with the spreading warmth deep inside of you and a low growl from the man behind you.

As your orgasm takes hold you slump forward, and your partner’s personality shifts unable to keep up the game. “Careful Mayfly! Sheesh I didn’t think when you asked for me to fuck you senseless in the bathroom for your birthday you’d be this into it!” His voice is still low so you aren’t overheard as Vash takes the weight of your boneless body back against his and leans back against the wall starting to slide down it until you’re both on the floor.  

Vash can feel your shared release dripping from your cunt as you mumble something he can’t hear while he’s still hard inside of you. “Well, I guess you’re just like your nickname now.” A pile of Jelly in his hands. I guess it's not far off from the putty you thought of earlier. 

@jelly-doughnut-drabbles Happy Birthday!