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Night of the concert deserves a part 2! 🫶

hope u like it and i hope i get some reviews pls. i really love reading them all an i have almost 500 followers!!!!!!!!!!!!

pairing: dbf!Joel x fem!reader

trope Best Friend's Dad! Joel Miller

summary: after a really close call Joel does his best to stay away from his daughter's seductive friend. but all goes awry when she comes to sleep over one weekend.

warnings: age gap (reader is late 20s, joel late 40s), dubcon, oral, infidelity, unprotected p in v, absolutely filthy talk, chair sex, creampie, daddy mentioned, somnophilia, other shit i might have forgotten

word count: 6.1k

part ii of 'the night of the concert'

Joel hasn't been able to stop thinking of that night. The night of the concert. The night you threw yourself at him.

When he frantically fucks his wife it's your cunt he sees behind his eyes. When he drives to work he gets hard as he remembers the way your tits bounced as you rode him. And above all he recalls that sultry voice you put on for him.

When was the time you fucked college pussy, Joel?

Not since college.

You'd been so slick and warm, so perfect around him. Your cunt had the kind of grip that makes his balls tighten just at the memory.

So when Sarah asks one morning a month or so later if you can spend the night this weekend Joel chokes on his coffee.

"Her parents are arguing all the time now. Her mom threatened to file for divorce," Sarah says with a frown as Joel wipes at his now stained work shirt.

"I'm not home this weekend," Angie says tapping on her phone before glancing at her husband. "You'll have to check with your dad. But I don't see why not. Right Joel?"

Sarah looks at her dad with pleading eyes. You haven't been over since everything happened and Joel knows it's been hard for Sarah. She has no idea what you did.

"Right," Joel finally nods, digging into his eggs. "Yea no problem kiddo."

What else could he say? He's never told his wife or daughter what happened. How could he do that without blowing his life up?

The entire week leading up to the weekend Joel thinks he'll fuck it out of his system. He goes down on Angie every night that week leading up to her flight. He fucks her in every position and he fucking loves it. So does she, claiming that college Joel is back after one particularly satisfying session.

But it's not enough. He's taken to sitting in his truck parked in the garage late at night when everyone else is asleep. Only then does he pull up your Instagram and begin stroking his cock vigorously. He watches your reels and pinches to zoom in on photos you took of yourself at the beach. He comes harder to static images of you than inside his own wife and that's how he knows he cannot be anywhere near the house this weekend.

That Saturday Joel drops Angie off at the airport so she can go on her yearly trip to her sisters back in Colorado. Of all the fucking weeks for her to be away.

"You gonna have a movie marathon while I'm gone?" His wife grinned at him. "Or just be lazy by the pool?"

"Thought I might go fishing with Tommy."

Angie's face went grim. "I don't know that I want the girls alone in the house, Joel."

"Why not?"

"Her friend is going through a tough time," Angie said sympathetically. "Her parents are divorcing and then suddenly we're both gone? I just feel like you should be there for her."

Joel felt his entire body break out in a flush. Angie is so damn thoughtful. It's what he loves the most about her.

"Okay sweetheart. I'll stay home."

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When you come to the house that sunny Saturday afternoon and knock on the door, Sarah is in the bathroom. Joel hears her calling him from where he sits in the garage reading magazines.

"Dad? Can you get it?"

Joel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was keeping his promise to Angie, but he didn't want to be thrown into the fucking lions den.

He feels the sweat accumulating down his back as he tugs the door open.

You're wearing cut offs and a tight tank top that holds you perfectly. The entire outfit is molded to your body, showing Joel every curve. He can see the red strap of a swimsuit underneath.

"Hi Joel."

You smile at him like everything is normal. Like last month you didn't ride him and beg for him to fuck you.

"Come in," Joel offers.

"Thanks."

You're carrying a yellow tote bag covered in lemons. Joel tries to fix his attention on that until Sarah comes to greet you. Southern manners insist he wait with you when everything in him tells him to hightail it the other direction.

He wills his cock to stay flaccid, but just in case he goes to sit at the kitchen table, muttering that you can join him if you want. You do, slipping into the seat across from him. To your credit you look just as uncomfortable as Joel feels.

"You want a lemonade?"

"No thanks."

He notices how you twirl a strand of your hair around your finger before anxiously picking at the pale blue polish on your nails.

"I just wanted to say thank you for not saying anything to Sarah about. You know."

"Of course," Joel says with his neck bobbing as he swallows. "I know how close you two are."

He doesn't add the other things. I can't stop thinking about it. I want you gagging on my thick cock. I want you bouncing on it again. I wanna fuck you full of my cum.

"I'm really sorry, Joel."

You say it so sweetly and filled with so much regret that Joel feels like a perfect asshole. Here you are anguished about the entire thing and he's been getting his rocks off to it since it happened.

Sarah's footsteps are heard on the stairs and you both look to her as she enters the kitchen.

"Let's go swimming," she announces, grabbing you by the wrist. You giggle, following your friend out into the backyard where the glittering pool awaits.

Joel tells himself that he just wants to tidy up the house, but it's just denial on his part. From the kitchen he can see into the backyard where the two of you jump into the pool, splashing and giggling.

He focuses on you, watching the skimpy style of your suit cut into your ass, leaving most of it on display as you pull yourself out of the pool. Was it done intentionally? Were you hoping he'd see?

Dirty old pervert. She thought she was coming over to see a friend. Not to entertain you.

Still he watches as you oil yourself up, tugging down the collar of your swimsuit to get as much of your flesh as possible. You look so good from where he's standing, all sun kissed. He can still recall the silky smooth of your thighs.

He forces himself to putter around the house, not letting himself linger at the windows. He tries to ignore the sound of you splashing.

When his stomach begins to growl he heads for the fridge, barely able to hold in the groan when he sees you already there, your head ducked in as you search for something. You're completely soaked, your hair damp over your shoulders. The cold of the fridge and your damp suit have your nipples poking through your suit, absolutely begging for his mouth. You must notice Joel because you straighten, looking concerned.

"Sorry," you say, your body dripping onto the ceramic tile. "Sarah said you had popsicles? She wanted one."

Joel hides the grimace at your words, his cock twitching curiously at the image of you soaking wet and licking a Popsicle.

"We're all out," he lies.

"I'll tell Sarah."

Joel doesn't answer, but he watches your ass jump deliciously as you jog back outside through the sliding doors.

He runs to the bathroom, the door barely closed as he tugs his cock out of his jeans. He spits into his palm and begins to jerks himself off. Images of your wet body in that skintight suit have him throbbing and releasing ropy strings of cum within seconds.

He looks up into the mirror and sees the flush to his cheeks. The way his mouth is wet and rouged from biting his moans back. He’s fucking disgusting. But at least now he can get back to normal. Now he can order pizza and eat it with you both before retiring early.

The pizza arrives just as you and Sarah come in, citing that it's getting cold. You're both wearing the towels around your bodies, but Joel can't help but notice that yours is slipping down, affording him a generous glance if you pointed nipples once more.

"Gotta send out some quotes," he tells you both as he hands over the BBQ chicken pizza. "You two have a good night."

He recuses himself to his home office beside the garage, thankful that he made it the entire day without one misstep. There have been too many close calls and too much tension and all of it on his end. He tries to ignore everything and focus on his work.

"Done in the shower if you want it!"

Your muffled voice calls out to Sarah, startling Joel from just staring at his computer.

"Thanks!"

He hears his daughter enter into the washroom, the shower running. The gentle sound of footsteps on carpet stop outside his office door and Joel realizes he's barely breathing. He knows you’re standing on the other side.

Don't come in.

He watches passively as the door to his office is cracked open and your head peeks in.

"Hey, can we talk?"

He's safe behind the desk, he figures. If he does get hard you won't be able to see it. He gives you a patient smile.

"Of course. Come in."

He regrets it the second he says it because when you come around the door and close it behind you, he sees that you're just wrapped in a towel. You stand on the other side of his desk, all concern and nervous lip biting.

"I just wanted you to know that when all that stuff happened last month I was in a really bad place," you explain.

Joel hears you speaking but all he can focus on is that your toenails are peach. That your legs are kissed from the sun and bare. That your breasts swell under the towel. Then he realizes you've stopped talking. You're staring at him quizzically. Shit, did you ask him a question? His chair creaks as he leans back in it.

"We don't have to keep going over this. I understand."

You step closer to the desk, nodding.

"I know. But it's important to me that you know."

Joel feels himself relax and he shuts the laptop. Maybe this evening won't be as stressful as he thought. You’re being mature about everything and he doesn’t want you to be in more pain. Your parents are splitting up, you need support.

"It's important for you to know that I didn't plan it or anything," you emphasize.

"Okay."

"Not like this time."

Joel is nodding in understanding when he suddenly freezes.

"Wait what did you just say?"

He sees the small curl to the corner of your mouth. You’re amused.

"Sarah mentioned Angie was gone for the weekend. So I told her I was having trouble with my parents and asked if I could stay here. It was the only way I could think of to see you again that wasn't suspicious."

Joel’s eyes go wide. You make an exaggerated pout when he doesn’t answer.

"Joel I can't stop thinking about how it felt to ride your cock that night."

Joel almost gasps with how hard he gets at your confession. The head beading with pre-cum, soaking his boxers.

"I can't stop thinking about that night," you say before slowly slinking towards him when he still doesn't answer. "And I don't think you can either."

It takes a moment for the words to completely register, but when they do Joel makes sure to lean forward, covering his throbbing erection.

"You need to leave," he says with what he is praying sounds like authority. "We ain't doing this again."

Please leave. Please fucking leave. I'm not strong enough.

"I need something to cum on," you say.

"I don't care," Joel says quickly, his eyes on the floor. "Get out."

"Uh uh," you tease with a smile. "Lean back."

"Leave."

"Show me."

Joel's cheeks are bright red, sending a thrill through you. With a dejected sigh he moves backward in his office chair, removing his arm from where it was resting over his lap. The thickness of his cock is straining against the zipper of his jeans and he spreads his legs wide, almost challenging.

"I forgot how big you were Joel," you breathe, coming to stand in between his parted legs. Your hands land on his shoulders so you can lean forward, your mouth at his ear.

"Remember how it looked fucking my pussy?"

Joel says nothing but you see his neck bob when he swallows. He's angry and horny and frustration pours off of him in waves.

"You've had your fun, now get out."

You grin to yourself before shaking your head.

"You don't want me to leave."

Joel opens his mouth to tell you exactly that when your fingers come to the towel folded under your collarbone. Before he can say anything you've unravelled it, letting the towel drop to the floor at your feet.

"Jesus," Joel croaks. He's never seen your fully naked body before, and now that he has he'll never forget it. All lush curves and perfect fucking tits that make his mouth go dry. Your sweet pussy glistens with arousal.

"It's okay Joel," you whisper softly as you step towards him, drawing his big palms up with yours. He doesn't fight you on it, not even when you begin pressing them against your waist. "You can touch."

You're still damp from the shower and you smell like his wife's shampoo.

"Shouldn't," he says in a slur, even as his hands grip tightly around your naked waist, pulling you towards him.

"You should," you coo as you lower yourself into his lap. "We both know how good it feels."

Your knees are on either side of his thick thighs, holding yourself just above him until you take his cock out from his jeans. Joel says nothing, only watching passively. He can't control it, he can't deny you, and he was an idiot to think he could. His cock is throbbing by the time you bring him out of his pants, the head sticky with pre-cum.

"You want me to stop?" You ask playfully, your thumb tracing the slit as he shivers. "You want me to leave?"

Your hand is going around the shaft and tugging when he tries to answer. Joel groans under his breath.

"We shouldn't..." Joel says it but there's no power behind it, especially when your hand slides down the base, twisting when you reach the springy hair there dense and lush.

"We really shouldn't," you whisper, your mouth sensual as you bite your lower lip in a mockery of regret. "It would be so bad of us."

You tease the tip of him between your pussy lips, gliding the head between the seam, tickling your clit. Joel feels his eyes roll back at the pleasurable sensation before he forces them open so he can watch.

"You think about me when you're with her don't you?" You whisper with a Cheshshire grin. "You think about fucking this tight little cunt when you're with your wife, don't you Joel?"

Yes, he does. But he'll never admit that to you. Instead he's silent, just watching you line the head up with your dripping hole. It looks so good, so perfect and wet. The warmth of you teases the head of his cock and he suddenly can’t take it anymore.

"Put it in," Joel instructs throatily.

You nod excitedly, crouching and just about to lower yourself onto his length when the shower down the hall suddenly turns off. Your eyes go wide, the realization that Sarah is going to be exiting the shower any second.

“I better go.”

But Joel is in a frenzy, the scent of you in the air and your wet cunt dripping onto his cock.

“You wanted this cock," Joel murmurs before grabbing your thighs and spreading them widely over his lap. "Show me how much you want it."

You gasp at the intrusion of his thick cock, your hands flying to lace around his neck as he urges you to take him deeper.

"She's she's gonna. . . Gonna be out," you groan, sinking into his lap.

He feels you hesitate before he starts rolling his hips and you welcome him deep. You don't want to fight it.

"Just for a minute," Joel says, pulling you further down onto it. Your thighs spread and he watches your pussy swallow him. “Show me how bad you want this cock.”

"I do," you groan with your head lolling back. "But we're gonna get caught.”

Despite this your cunt twitches around him, your eyes beginning to shutter.

"Show me how you fuck a married man," Joel growls against your temple, starting to bounce you in his lap. "Remind me why I need this cunt."

Instinctively at his words you start to bounce on it. It's wrong, it's so fucking wrong but it gets you so wet. You're rolling your hips when you hear the door to the bathroom creak open. You nearly leap out of your skin. You shoot a wide eyed look of concern at Joel. He raises a forefinger to his plush lips, signalling for you to be quiet.

You try to pull yourself off of Joel's lap but he shakes his head before burying himself deeper into you. He puts his hand over your mouth when you begin to whine.

Your feet don't touch the ground. They just bounce in the air as he fucks up into your swollen cunt. You're drifting into a haze of pleasure when there's a knock at the door and Sarah's voice floats in.

"Dad, have you seen---"

You're bouncing on his lap, your tits jumping. Joel gropes them, his eyes on your body even as he speaks.

"Your friend was in the backyard last time I checked," Joel says as he fucks up into you, watching the way your brows knit together. "Try there."

"Okay."

Sarah leaves the hallway and Joel can only grin at your cock -drunk expression. You’re close, and it only takes a practised rub of his thumb on your clit to have you whining into his palm, your arousal dripping down his cock. He pulls you off of him, amused at the soft whine you utter.

"Sarah's gonna figure out pretty quick that you're not out there," he tells you. "Head out."

He says it with authority and for once you listen. You nod, pulling the towel back around your body and slipping out the door. Joel is still sitting here, his cock hard and soaked with you.

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It's only a matter of time before he hears the two of you giggling as you watch a movie, chattering away. He knows Sarah pretty well, she'll be asleep soon. She's never been able to stay awake during any movie they start this late.

Your laughter peals through the house and Joel feels his tummy tighten. When he sees his cock lengthening under his sweats he's disgusted.

What the fuck is wrong with him? The shit he said and did. That wasn't him! He's never talked like that. And yet the memory already serves to get him throbbing. He should go to bed, should do anything but sit here turned on out of his mind. He hears padding of feet and knows that you and Sarah must be heading to bed.

“Night Dad!”

“Night babygirl.”

He waits for the door to shut, counting fifteen minutes before exiting the office. He sees no lights on under his daughter's door. Good, you're both asleep. He creeps towards the kitchen, planning on grabbing a piece of pizza and a water before retiring for the night. He's wandering in the dark home on his way when a shape on the couch stops him.

It's you, sleeping on the couch. You're wearing a skimpy pyjama shorts and white tank top. Your breasts are rising and falling with each inhale of breath. He comes closer, standing next to the sofa and watching you sleep.

You’re beautiful like this. All vulnerable, your face smooth. He can't stop looking at your tits through your shirt, missing them already. He can't help it; they fit so perfectly in his hands. Without further thought he tugs the shirt down, letting your breasts spill out and the nipples are already tight buds when they touch the air You stir briefly at the sensation but remain blissfully asleep.

Joel watches your face, waiting for you to do anything but you continue to sleep. Your lips are parted as you inhale softly. Joel feels hypnotized as he pulls his heavy cock from his sweatpants, already drooling with pre-cum.

He presses the warm, spongy tip of his cock to your soft lips, feeling like every nerve in him is on fire the second they touch. Pre-cum clings to your pouty, parted lips when he pulls back and he feels his balls tighten at the sight.

Just a little inside, he reasons. You'll never know. Your mouth is so warm and tight and he'll stop before you wake up.

With slow precision he slips the head between your parted lips, hissing at the wet scorch of your mouth. He feeds his cock slowly into the welcoming warmth, eyes fixed on your face. You’re still placid, huffing a bit in your sleep before settling again.

It’s so wrong to take you like this but Joel can’t stop himself. He saws in and out of your mouth and his movements are frustratingly slow. The tip of his cock is coated in your saliva, but he's desperate to go deeper. He can't stop himself. He thrusts in, feeding it over your wet tongue with a grunt.

He's hardly surprised when you suddenly blink your eyes open. You're groggy from sleep when his find him standing next to the sofa. His thick, hard cock slowly flexing into your mouth. You go to pull back in surprise but his hand cradles the back of your skull, keeping you in place.

"You're okay," he murmurs down at you. "Shhhh."

He tenses and waits for you to pull back from him. He is sure he'll hear your screaming echo through the house. And he'd deserve it: he's been fucking your mouth for the last two minutes. He's surprised when instead you move your face forward, sucking him deeper. Lightning bolts shoot down from the top of his head and he holds in a moan.

Your hand comes to stroke the base of his fat cock as your mouth forms a tighter O shape. Joel tilts back, pelvis jutting forward into your mouth. You take him down to the base, your head bobbing along him.

He watches you take him deeper into your mouth, drooling around him with your eyes gazing up at him. He can see your free hand snake down under the blankets, rubbing furiously and he grins.

"You wanted this didn't you?"

You nod shallowly around his girth, letting him shove his cock deeper down your throat. He fucks your face slowly, taking his time to pull out, your bottom lip cradling the head before thrusting in over your waiting tongue.

Joel slowly removes himself from your mouth. He isn't going to be satisfied with fucking just your throat. Wordlessly he tugs the blanket off of your lower half, not even stopping to look at you when he hooks his thick fingers around the waistband of your pyjama pants. You lift up, helping him to tug them off and toss them onto the floor.

You don't speak; unlike last time you both know you have to be quick and quiet. Sarah could wake up at any minute. That’s part of what makes it hot for you, knowing that your best friend’s dad has his thick cock out, ready to fuck you on the family couch.

Joel tugs his sweatpants all the way off, throwing them to the end of the couch before crawling over you. His large body covers you and its mere seconds before he's pressing his cock against your slippery pussy lips.

He pulls down your tank top more, wanting your tits to be fully exposed to him. The pink nipples harden under his ravenous gaze. You murmur in surprise when he tilts you back, lifting your breast to his mouth and sucking in one achy nipple.

You gasp at the sensation, your cunt tightening around his cock. Joel groans against your chest, his big hand hand moving to do the same with the other. Soon enough your nipples are wet with his saliva. He watches your head fall back, already so turned on about the illicitness of what's going on. Joel grins wolfishly, grabbing his throbbing cock by the base and slapping it against your clit.

"You want this married cock?" Joel grunts down at you quietly, watching as your eyes fight to stay open on his face.

"Yes," you slur already drunk on him and the moment. "Fuck yes I want your married cock."

You give a little whine, your body shifting under him desperate for friction. Joel watches the needy way you move for him, trying to urge the head of his cock between your spread thighs.

"Beg for it," Joel whispers gravelly. His voice is hard and hushed in the darkness.

"Please," you whisper without any hesitation. "I need it in me."

Joel feels heady with power when he hears your desperate supplication. Your hips are arching to meet his.

"Again," he hisses, slapping his cock harsher against your mound. You whimper back, tits bouncing as you take in the jolt of pleasure.

"I'll do anything you want," you promise, rolling your hips up against him. He releases his cock, letting your hips maneuver until he's nestled at your entrance. "I'll give you anything, anything. Just fuck me with your big cock, please."

Joel should make you keep begging for all you've put him through, but you're soaking him and he hasn't even entered you yet. If he wasn't rushed he'd take you apart piece by piece until your were a slobbering mess. But he needs to rush.

He holds himself on his forearms, caging you underneath him and grunting as he starts to feed his cock into you. Your arms go around his shoulders before you bury your face in his neck.

Fuck you're tight. Your pussy a velvet clench that welcomes him, moulding around him. He grunts into your hair as he buries himself deeper, holding in groans when he hears your desperate whimpers for him to go deeper.

When your ass hits his pelvis you swallow and whimper lustily in his ear.

"M'so full, Mr. Miller."

Joel has to clench just teeth from moaning. You know exactly what you're doing using that name and you both know it. You make an achy groaning sound, like he’s so fuck you can barely stand it.

He thrusts into you, watching with satisfaction as your tits jiggle deliciously for him. He doesn't see the smile spreading across your features. And now for the first time in the evening you speak in that low, seductive purr.

"Fucking a college girl with your married cock," you say nibbling his ear, feeling him falter. "And you're so hard aren't you? You like doing bad things, huh?"

Joel grits his teeth, trying to ignore you and just cum. You're just a vessel for his seed right now. Your body bows underneath him, pliant and willing.

"Is that it, Joel? You pretend to be a good man but at the end of the day look at you," you say, letting him bounce you harshly along his cock. "Fucking a girl half your age on your couch when your wife is out of town."

"Shut the fuck up."

Joel gives a growl and you gasp as he maneuvers your legs up, pressing them between your bodies. He's folding you in half and before you can say anything he's entering you brutally once more.

The slaps of his balls against your ass are no longer muffled, but neither of you notice. You're both so far gone, practically animalistic at this point. Joel is sweating, his hair falling into his eyes as he draws out and slams back into you. He enjoys the sight of your tits rippling when he does.

"Just admit it," your murmur between slaps as you bounce under him. "Admit you wanted to do this a month ago."

"I did," Joel grunts into your neck even though it shames him to admit it. "I did okay?"

"Yeah, you did," you say with a soft giggle that’s girlish and cruel. "You wanted this pussy."

His hips slap against your ass more quickly, several harsh thrusts before he stops, panting. You're smiling up at him, looking more devious than normal. He grips your wrists, holding them above your head, stretching you out before he pulls out and slams back into you.

"You gonna shoot your cum deep, Joel?" You ask with your tits bouncing in his face as he fucks you into the sofa. "Gonna watch me push it out?"

He groans gently as he slaps his hips against yours, his cock sawing in and out of you. He watches your body twitch, your hips rolling the best they can in your position. And then suddenly he feels his release imminent.

He pulls out of you, going to kneel on either side of your waist. You pout in disappointment. He grunts, jerking himself off aggressively, his teeth clenched and his wrist moving jerkily. You cup your breasts, silently presenting him his target. His cum soon splashes over your tits in milky ropes as he breathes raggedly.

And he should be finished. He's fucked you, he's cum. You're both panting and flushed but Joel is mortified to find he's not close to being finished.

"I'm still fucking hard," Joel groans.

He's still so turned on, shocked at how good you feel even after he's cum. It's been decades since he could fuck like this. He still sits up on his knees, but now he taps your thigh.

"Ass up. Now."

You do as he asks, presenting yourself to him without question. He grips handfuls of your ass, letting them fall together and clap for him before marvelling at your messy pussy as you arch your back for him. You're so fucking puffy and slick. Once again he slides in, pressing you into the couch underneath him.

You both gasp at how good it feels, your hand going to clench his stationed on your hip. Joel's mouth is at your ear.

"Just tonight and never again."

He needs to make it clear that after tonight this is done. No more games, no more seductions. This one night is all you get. He gradually picks up speed, watching your ass jump as he pulls out and thrusts as deep as possible. You look so good from this angle, all submissive.

"Need more," you groan over your shoulder.

"You're gettin' more sweetheart," Joel pants against your ear before straightening, his hands coming to spread your cheeks so he can watch himself pulling out. You coat the length of his cock in cum, leaving it shiny when he pulls out to admire how it looks. You feel even better when he then feeds it back into your twitching pussy.

"Yes, yes," you moan quietly, your hands gripping the arm of the couch in front of you. You bury your face in the pillow, not wanting your moans to be heard. You know you're drooling, your body his to use and to fuck.

"Gonna fuck your ass next," Joel promises as he thrusts, not knowing where this beast inside him came from. He gives your ass a slap. "You want that? Want me to fuck this sweet little ass?"

You want to nod but all your energy has left you; you just lay there and take him, feeling his fat cock filling you to the brim over and over. He forces your wrists behind your back, pinning them there at the base of your spine as he drives himself deeper. You're at his mercy and the realization makes everything in him tighten. He can do whatever he wants with you tonight.

"Joel you're so deep," you moan into the couch cushion, your body jolting with every jerk of his hips.

The blanket is forgotten on the ground, your naked bodies writhing on the couch in the very spot where you first rode him. Only now instead of being a reluctant participant Joel is in full control, his large body covering yours, flattening you against the cushions as he fucks into you from behind.

"I fucking deserve this," Joel mutters out between thrusts, tilting back his head. "Deserve to fuck this pretty pussy all night don't I?"

"Yes," you slur.

Your head tilts to the side, your cheek crushed against the cushion. Drool seeps out the corner of your mouth, your eyes rolled back into your head as the pleasure overtakes your body.

Joel feels animalistic, he feels powerful looking down at your body at his mercy. For a moment he feels affection for how much you clearly want this and want him. The look on your face is pure bliss.

"Gonna bounce for me after this," Joel tells you in an urgent whisper. "Gonna fuck you in my bed and you're gonna bounce on my cock."

"Yes."

"Gonna fuck you until you can't move," Joel promises, feeling lightheaded at the possibility of fucking you in that most sacred space.

Your eyes crack open and you glance up over your shoulder to see him red-faced, shiny with sweat, his teeth bared. His eyes are bright and almost feral, like a wild animal. He's beautiful in his ferocity.

"Finish inside me, Joel."

Joel knows that he should stop right now. He should grab a condom. He should check that you're on the pill. He should do so many things but all Joel can think of is filling you full of his seed. Of watching it drip out of your used pussy.

"I need to feel you cum inside," you groan gently, looking at him over your shoulder. "Please fuck your cum deep in me, daddy."

Joel holds in an eye roll.

This daddy shit again.

He thinks about ignoring it or denying you a chance to hear him say it. But you've been so good for him, so eager and so fucking tight. He's never going to forget the velvet clutch of you, how you're perfectly moulded for him, how responsive you are. He lowers his mouth to your ear, releasing your hands.

"Daddy's gonna fuck his cum so deep," Joel relents. "Gonna fuck you with his married cock. Gonna fuck his cum so deep you’ll be dripping for days."

"Fuck, yes," you moan into the pillows, your ass jiggling with every thrust. "Fuck it deep, Daddy!"

He watches the frenzy you work yourself into, gripping the side of the sofa and fucking yourself on Joel's cock by moving yourself back and forth. It's only seconds before you cum hard, drowning Joel's cock in arousal once more as your eyes pinch tightly.

"Daddy . . . Daddy . . . Daddy . . . "

It's a murmured chorus, a desperate plea as you ride your high, collapsing forward, only to have Joel continue pounding into you. Joel is so close, he feels his balls tightening as he fucks into you with brutality, the sharp slaps filling the room.

"Gonna take my cum like a good little whore," He groans, his cock almost a blur as he slides in and out of you. He pulls himself completely out before burying himself once more.

"Fuck yea I am," you moan softly, wishing you could see his face as he pounds into you. "I'm your good little cum-whore, Daddy."

Something about that phrase in your broken, whimpering voice has him there at the edge. His hands go to yours curled over the couch arm once more. He covers them with his own, using the momentum to pound into you as deep as physically possible. You head jerks with the power of his body driving into yours, your body completely at his mercy, your ass rippling with each thrust of him.

"Take Daddy's cum now," Joel groans, pushing in as deep as he can go. "Take it and---"

Anything else Joel was about to say vanishes as the room lights up and the familiar visage of his wife Angie appears her hand on the light switch.

She looks confusedly around before her eyes rest on the scene before her. She looks to see her husband curled over you, his cock wet and free of a condom. She sees the way your eyes are rolled body and how your body is positioned, succumbing to his violent thrusts before caught, Joel attempts to stop.

But he's too far gone, the buildup already mounting and before Joel can move you off of him or do something to salvage this, he comes violently.

And then so do you.

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kvrinaxq · 20 days

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𝔼ℕ𝕋𝔸ℕ𝔾𝕃𝔼𝔻 𝔻𝔼𝕊𝕀ℝ𝔼𝕊

Pairing: Hyunjin × reader

Genre: smut, fluff

MINORS DNI

"You're not seriously wearing that, are you?" Hyunjin teased, his eyes scanning over his friend's outfit.

Minho rolled his eyes. "It's just a sweatshirt."

Hyunjin chuckled. "It's not just a sweatshirt. It's like you're wearing a tent."

Minho playfully punched his arm. "It's comfortable, okay? Besides, it's not like your taste is the best."

Hyunjin laughed, his eyes shifting to the clock on the wall. "I guess? By the way , have you seen our new neighbour ?"

Minho's gaze followed. Through the window, the soft glow of the setting sun painted the world in warm oranges and pinks, highlighting the silhouette of a girl moving in next door. "Oh, I've noticed," he said with a knowing smile. "Y/N, right? She's kinda introverted but pretty as fuck though."

Hyunjin nodded, his thoughts wandering to the times he'd caught glimpses of her. Her delicate features and the way she'd blush when they'd exchanged hellos. It was more than just noticing, he was falling for her. Hard. "Yeah, I've been thinking about her a lot lately."

The days turned into weeks, and the tension between Hyunjin and Y/N grew thicker than the humid summer air. Every time they saw each other, there was an unspoken dance of desire. Her mini dress that detailed her curves though she was unaware of it ,and the way her chestnut eyes glistened like the afternoon sun shining through a glass of whiskey fueled the fire burning in him. One evening, unable to resist any longer, Hyunjin decided to make his move.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the street. Hyunjin felt a sudden surge of boldness, the kind that only came from a mix of pent-up lust and liquid courage. He approached her house, his heart racing like it was trying to escape his chest. He knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood.

When she opened the door, Y/N looked surprised to see him. Her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was wearing a simple, yet alluring summer dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. "Hello, I'm guessing you're hyunjin, right ?" she whispered, her voice a soft melody that made him want to do wicked things.

He stepped closer, the scent of her perfume wrapping around him like a seductive embrace. " Uh yea,I couldn't help but notice you've been keeping to yourself lately," he said, his voice low and velvety. "I thought maybe we could get to know each other better."

Y/N's eyes searched his, a mix of curiosity and apprehension. She nodded slowly, and Hyunjin's pulse quickened. He followed her inside, his gaze lingering on the sway of her hips. The living room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the prying eyes of the night. A faint scent of vanilla and jasmine filled the air, setting his senses alight.

They sat on the couch, the tension palpable. But hyunjin didn't want to talk about anything right now, he just wanted her. His eyes raked over her body, his mind racing with images of what he wanted to do to her. He leaned in, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.

Y/N's heart fluttered, her eyes wide as she stared into the abyss of his desire. She felt the heat between them, the unspoken promise of something dark and thrilling. Without a word, she leaned into his touch, her body responding to his command.

Hyunjin didn't waste a moment. He crushed his lips against hers, his hands roaming her body with a possessive urgency. She gasped into the kiss, her body arching towards him, eager to be claimed. He tasted the sweetness of her mouth, his tongue exploring every corner as if it was a treasure map leading to the ultimate prize.

Breaking the kiss, he pushed her down onto the couch, his eyes never leaving hers. He pulled out his belt with a sinister smile, the leather glinting in the soft light. " Be a good girl and I'll take care of the rest, mmh?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

Y/N swallowed hard, a mix of fear and excitement racing through her veins. She nodded, her eyes never leaving the belt in his hand. He stepped closer, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops echoing in the quiet room. "Good , now look at me " he murmured, his eyes darkening with lust.

With a swift motion, Hyunjin yanked the belt from around his waist, letting it dangle between them like a serpent waiting to strike. He gently traced the edge of her dress with it, watching her squirm. "I've been dreaming about this , you know," he whispered, his breath hot on her neck. "Dreaming about making you mine."

Y/N's breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips. She knew she should be scared, but she couldn't deny the heat pooling between her legs. She nodded again, giving him the permission he sought. Hyunjin's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with dominance. He placed the belt on the coffee table and pinned her down, his strong hands gripping her wrists.

He kissed her again, his teeth grazing her bottom lip until she moaned. His tongue danced with hers, exploring every crevice as if he owned her mouth. His hands moved to her dress, pulling it up to expose her lacy underwear. He traced the edges with his fingertips, making her squirm beneath him. "I want to see all of you," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Y/N's body trembled as she lifted her hips, allowing him to slide the dress over her head. She was left in just her bra and panties, the cool air making her nipples peak. Hyunjin took a moment to appreciate the view, his eyes feasting on her bare skin. He reached for the clasp of her bra, his fingers deftly unhooking it. It fell away, revealing her huge breasts, the pink tips already hard from his touch.

He leaned down, capturing one in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue while his hand squeezed the other. Y/N gasped, her body writhing beneath him. He felt her nails dig into his back, urging him on. He took his time, savoring each moan and whimper she made. His teeth grazed her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her breathing grew ragged as he moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention.

Hyunjin's hand slid down to her panties, his thumb pressing and grazing against her clit. She bucked her hips, silently begging for more. He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through her core. He slid her panties aside, revealing her wet, swollen folds. He stared at her for a moment, taking in the beauty of her arousal. "So wet ," he murmured before diving in, his tongue eager to taste her.

Y/N's hips shot off the couch as he licked and sucked, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh. She moaned, her body responding to his every touch. He grabbed her thighs, holding her in place as he feasted on her. He could feel her getting closer, her legs quivering around his head. But he wasn't ready for her to come yet. He pulled away, leaving her panting and desperate.

Hyunjin stood up, his eyes never leaving hers. He yanked her to her feet, the force making her stumble into him. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back. "You're going to be a good little slave for me, aren't you?" he demanded, his voice a dark whisper.

Y/N whimpered, her eyes glazed with lust. She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. He tightened his grip, the slight pain sending a jolt of excitement through her. He led her to the bedroom, his hand a vise in her hair. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the bedside lamp, the shadows playing across the walls.

He pushed her onto the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. She landed with a soft thud, her breasts bouncing slightly. He straddled her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "You're going to do everything I say," he murmured, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

Hyunjin pulled her up into a sitting position, his hand still tangled in her hair. He yanked her closer, their faces inches apart. "Beg for it," he ordered, his voice a gruff command. Y/N's eyes searched his, a mix of fear and arousal. "Beg for me to fuck you."

Her voice was barely a whisper, but she did as she was told. "Please, Hyunjin," she begged, her voice trembling. "Fuck me."

The words seemed to ignite something within him. He yanked her up so she was on her knees before him, her hands still bound behind her back. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding her head down to his erection, straining against his pants. She took him in her mouth, tentatively at first, but with growing enthusiasm as she felt his response. His hips bucked, pushing deeper, and she moaned around him, the sound vibrating along his shaft.

Hyunjin watched her, his eyes hooded and dark with lust. He pulled her head back by her hair, exposing her throat. He kissed her, hard and bruising, leaving no doubt of his dominance. Then he pushed her back down, her hair serving as a leash, guiding her movements as she pleasured him. He could feel her gag reflex kick in, but she took him, eager to satisfy him.

With a groan, he pulled her off his cock, his hand still tangled in her hair. He yanked her to her feet, turning her to face the bed. "Bend over," he ordered, his voice thick with desire. Y/N complied, her heart racing as she presented herself to him. He took a moment to appreciate the view, her round ass in the air, her pussy glistening with need.

Hyunjin reached for the belt on the bedside table, the leather cool against his palm. He brought it down across her ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing in the room. Y/N gasped, her body jolting forward. He didn't give her a chance to recover, striking her again and again in a rhythmic pattern that left her skin red and stinging. She bit her lip to hold back her cries, the pain mixing with the intense arousal building within her.

With each strike, he whispered words of dominance, his voice a dark symphony that played directly to her soul. "You're mine," he said, his grip on her hair tightening. "Every part of you belongs to me."

Y/N's eyes watered, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned into the pain, her body craving the release that was building. Hyunjin's hand paused, his eyes tracing the path of the belt across her ass. He leaned down, his breath hot on her skin. "Do you like that?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Her response was a whimper, but it was all the confirmation he needed. He kissed her tenderly, his lips moving to her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. His hand slid down her body, his fingers dipping into her wetness. She was so close, her body shaking with the effort of holding back.

He positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her slick entrance. "Beg for it," he growled, his hand coming down with another sharp smack.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice shaking. "Please, I need you."

Hyunjin smirked, feeling his power over her. He grabbed her hips, lining himself up with her. With one hard thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Y/N's body tightened around him, a sharp cry escaping her lips. He didn't stop, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, his strokes rough and demanding. She was so wet, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. He could feel her orgasm building, her body shaking with every thrust.

Y/N's eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking down her cheeks. The pain from the belt was intense, but it only heightened her pleasure. She pushed back against him, taking him deeper. His grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back so he could see her face. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his, and he could see the mix of pain and pleasure swirling in their depths. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips.

Her walls tightened around him, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She screamed into his mouth, her nails digging into the bed. He didn't relent, his strokes becoming more powerful, his own release building. The smack of leather against her skin filled the room, punctuating each thrust.

Hyunjin pulled out of her with a wet pop, the sound making them both gasp. He flipped her onto her back, his eyes never leaving hers. He leaned down, his belt still in hand. "Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Y/N complied, her legs shaking with the aftershocks of her climax. He placed the belt across her chest, his eyes dark with intent. "I'm going to mark you," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. "So every time you look in the mirror, you'll remember who you belong to."

Hyunjin's hand came down again, this time on her thigh, the sting making her yelp. He watched the red welt rise, his cock twitching at the sight. He continued, leaving a pattern of pain across her body, each strike bringing her closer to the edge. She moaned, her hips bucking, silently begging for more.

He paused, his breathing ragged, his eyes feasting on her. Her body was a canvas of passion, painted with desire and submission. He reached for the belt again, but instead of bringing it down, he traced the wetness between her legs with the leather. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching as the coolness of the belt met her scorching skin.

Hyunjin leaned down, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he slid the belt between her folds, using it to tease her clit. Her hips jerked, her breathing shallow and erratic. He watched her face, her pupils dilated with need, her cheeks flushed from the mix of pain and pleasure. He slid the belt up, placing it around her neck like a collar. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with possession.

He kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears. They mingled with their combined arousal, a heady cocktail that made his blood race. He pulled away, his eyes locking onto hers. "Do you feel it?" he asked, his voice a gentle rumble. "The way your body responds to me?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes glassy with passion. She felt the warmth of his belt around her neck, a constant reminder of her submission. He traced the path of her tears with his thumb, wiping them away with a tenderness that seemed at odds with the harshness of his actions. His touch was a gentle caress, a stark contrast to the bruises blossoming on her skin.

Hyunjin's kiss grew softer, his lips moving from her eyes to her cheeks, kissing each tear as it fell. His touch was feather-light, a whisper of reassurance amidst the storm of desire. He moved down her neck, his kisses leaving a trail of fire across her collarbone. His tongue danced around her nipples, the leather of the belt pressing into her back, a constant reminder of his control.

Y/N's eyes locked onto his, a silent communication passing between them. In that moment, she realized she didn't just want this rough, intense passion; she craved the tenderness that lurked beneath his dominance. A spark of hope flickered in her chest, the possibility of a deeper connection setting her soul on fire.

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lotusunique · 3 months

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Nights like this pt.2

Armando Aretas x Black Fem! Reader

Sorry this took a lil minute to come out guys I had to proof read! Enjoy my loves💋🌺

“He don’t wanna be saved, don’t save em. That is not my nigga don’t claim him”, You rap along to Megan thee stallion. You weren’t really the dancing in public type but you were already six or seven shots in,which meant you were letting loose.

As you dance against Kelly, absolutely having the time of your life, you spot a guy staring at you from across the dance floor.

“Go dance with him”,Kelly says. “Girl if you wanna go dance on your man that’s all you gotta say.”,you say playfully as you continue to dance. “Now you know that’s not what I meant”,She laughs. “Mhm, girl you can go dance with your man. I’m gonna go get another drink”, you smile before making your way over to the bar.

“Can I please get a sex on the beach”,you beam, your cheeks flushed from the liquor already settling in. The guy from earlier quickly appears beside you.

“You can put hers on my tab”,he says to the bartender before turning to you. “Thanks but you didn’t need to do that”,you give a small smile.

“It’s no problem. I was wondering if you’d like to dance with me.”,he says as you sip from the fruit filled drink.

You look around,realizing Armando still wasn’t here. You let out a small sigh, “Sure”, before finishing your drink. Before you know it, you’re in the middle of the dimly lit club, dancing on a random stranger. For some reason you had wished Armando was there, being the one holding you.

But you shrugged the thought off. He decided not to follow through on his word so fuck him.

“I never got your name”,The stranger says. “Y/n”,you say still dancing against him. “Nice to meet you pretty girl, I’m Eric”,he says spinning you around. You let out a laugh, “Thank you Eric”.

The casual dancing turns into serious sensual dancing as “Wus Good/Curious” by Partynextdoor starts to play.

“Ride me (Ride me), 'til I'm ('Til I'm)

'Bout to ('Bout to), cum (Cum)

PND’s vocals sing as Eric’s hands start to move softly up and down your body, the liquor making his touch feel even softer than it actually is. You gently grind your hips into his.

What you didn’t know is that while you were so caught up with your new boo, Armando was watching you across the club the entire time.

With a deep gruff , he realized he’d seen enough when he saw this random dude place his hands on your ass.

Out the corner of your eye you spot, someone walking up to you. You feel a strong tug on your arm. You look up in confusion before realizing it’s Armando.

“Um why are you on me Mando”,you ask, your words slurring somewhat. He gives you a confused glance. Seeming as you’ve never called him Mando you had to be drunk. “I’m taking you home, you’re already drunk as is”,he says clearly heated.

“Bruh let her go”,Eric attempts to “defend” you, which you find adorable. “Eric it’s fine, we’re friends from work”,you say coldly. Armando feels the chill in your tone, cutting him deep in a way. The two of you walk outside the club, to talk somewhere more private.

“What is your problem”,you shake him off you. “The fuck you mean what’s my problem.”,he asks looking at you like you’re crazy. “Exactly what the fuck I just said”,you cross your arms.

Girll that liquor got you putting some base in your voice!

“You have no right to feel any type of way about ANY of the choices I make.”,you explode. He takes a step back almost shocked at what’s coming out your mouth. “Yea that’s right. Be shook nigga”,You roll your eyes.

“First off I waited all night for you like some fuckin idiot. Just for you not to show up. Someone takes interest in me, someone wants to fuck me, and now you got a problem with it? It’s not like you were gon be the one doing it”, you spout. He narrows his eyes at you while listening to you rant.

“You play this game with me where you get under my skin, make me think you feel something for me just to turn around and play with my emotions. And truly you got me fucked up. I don’t give a damn if you are Armando Aretas with all the bitches on

you-“

You’re cut off by Armando grabbing your face and kissing you passionately. The taste of his soft lips, sweet and supple, shocks you, you’d only dreamt of this moment never expecting it to actually come true.

Leaning into his hands and into the kiss you feel rain start to drizzle before the two of you pull away. You look at him in complete awe of the events that just occurred. He stares down at you, wondering how it ever took him so long to make his move.

“Now this right here is some romantic shit”,You look up at the beautiful scene unfolding around you, causing you the two of you to laugh. “Look I don’t care about anybody else . I want you and only you. Seeing him with his hands on you, got me heated okay”, he explains.

You look up at him wondering if this is real or not. Armando eyes you with a huge smile upon his face, unbeknownst to you, he’s studying how beautiful you look.

“And I’ll kill any pendejo that even thinks about looking at you y/n”, he says, looking down at you.

Without even giving a response, you smash your lips into his. He pulls away before whispering, “Pero para responder a tu pregunta, si fuera por mí, te tendría aquí ahora mismo.”. (But to answer your question, if it it was up to me, I'd have you right here right now)

You look up at him, confused by what just came out of his mouth. Were you trippin’? Or did he just say he wanted to fuck you right here right now…

You squint your eyes at him, “Did you just say what I think you just said?”, you ask, thinking that you just imagined all of that. “I don’t repeat myself precioso “,he says with low eyes, just like last night in the office.

#armando aretas #bad boys for life #bad boys ride or die #armando x reader

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ravenromanova · 1 year

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Too close

Pairings: Ghostface Bucky x Female reader (I got this idea from a tiktok i saw of someone that made a scream poster of bucky as ghostface and i died and i also read a natasha ghostface fic and it was so good and i thought why not make one of bucky!) This is the fic that inspired this, by @abbyromanoff you can run but you cant hide

Warnings: Mentions of killing, blood, SMUT 18+!!!!! Mask kink, knife play, Blood kink, Daddy kink, Breeding kink, unprotected sex (Bucky and the reader have sex in another room from an unalived person) (My darkest fantasies are coming out to play here sue me) DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18+!!!!!!!!

Summary- Bucky doesn’t like it when people get too close to his girl. What happens when you figure out why everyone you talk to suddenly dies. Will you run?

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“This just in another the mysterious serial killer known as ghostface has claimed another victim. 22 year old Jordan Rodriguez was found in her new york apartment with 50 stab wounds. She was found by her roommate Janice after she came home from work. Officers haven’t given many details as to if they are any leads into who this killer could be. But they have advised everyone within the brooklyn area to be inside by 8pm to limit any risks.” The nightly news reporters vice echos through your apartment as you watch through hooded eyes.

This was the fifth person this week to die a brutal death and not to mention you seem to have had an interaction with everyone that has died. Fear floods your veins as your head runs a thousand miles and hour and what this could mean. Is someone out to hurt you? Do you have a stalker who is killing everyone you know to get you alone? Are you next? That’s all you can think about before your thoughts are cut off by the front door opening.

You shriek and jump off the couch and run to the kitchen to grab whatever knife you can. You decide to duck behind your island with the knife as you hear footsteps walk in. The footsteps are heavy yet soft as the approach you. It’s not until the figure comes closer to you that you jump in front of them and attempt to stab them but they catch your hand.

“Woah they’re tiger” The voice says and you drop the knife once you realize who it is. You flick on the kitchen light before walking over to him and throwing your arms around his shoulders and hugging him.

“I’m sorry jamie” You apologize to your boyfriend and he just chuckles in response.

“It’s okay babydoll, but what has you so freaked out?” He asks looking at your with eyes of concern.

You sigh as you look at him before you decide to tell him what’s wrong. “The news- They said another person has been killed…A-And i knew the person who was killed, Ive known all the people who’ve died this week! What-what if someone is out to hurt me? What i-if i- die?” Your voice breaks as you speak your fears. He looks at you and brings you in for another hug.

“Oh babydoll it’s going to be okay im sure it’s nothing” He said calmly as she stroked your back and kissing the top of your head.

You sighed as you looked at him while you nodded your head. Maybe you were just being paranoid you thought, maybe this is just one big coincidence and you’ll be fine. Yea… you’ll be fine.

“Yea maybe you’re right” You didn’t sound too convinced with your own words but you try to shake off the feeling that something bad is happening.

“Come on babydoll lets get you into bed so you stop overthinking in that pretty little head of yours” His voice is so soft and sweet as he takes your hand in his and walks you two to the bedroom. When the both of you enter the room he tells you to lay down and then goes to get something. Thirty seconds later he comes back with your favorite blanket and stuffed animal and slides in bed next to you.

That night the two of you cuddle and have cute little conversations that help ease your overthinking. You fell asleep with him whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

What you didn’t know was that Bucky was panicking since he stepped foot into the apartment. He thought he had been caught when you attempted to stab him but luckily for him you were as clueless as ever.

~one week later~

You sighed as you watched the news and they reported the 8th murder in two weeks. And very unfortunately for you, you had known the persons who died…just like the rest of them. That really didn’t help with the overthinking that’s for sure.

It was around 4am when you decided to turn off the tv and head to bed. Your brows furrowed when you realized Bucky wasnt home yet. You thought maybe he had gotten an overnight shift at the garage but normally he tells you that. You decided to check ‘find my friends’ since it kinda worried you that he wasnt home.

When his location showed that he was at an apartment complex your heart sank. A thousand possibilities were running through your head as you threw some sweats on, grabbed your keys and headed out the door to find your boyfriend.

The whole car ride you were full of anxiety and your brain wouldn’t shut up. Once you pulled up to the complex you quickly ran to the car not in the mood to play around if he was fucking someone else. You followed the gps and walked right up to the front door but you noticed it was open slightly. So what did you do? You walked right into the dark apartment despite not knowing who or what you’d find.

But what you did find sent bile to your throat. There was a figure dressed in all black standing over who you thought was your boyfriend with a knife in their hand.

“BUCKY!” You screamed as you ran over to the body on the floor. It wasnt until you got up close that you realized that the person wasnt Bucky…It was the barista that served you your coffee this morning. Your thoughts ran wild as you mumbled incoherent words under your breath.

But those were quickly cut off once your heard the masked figured laughing. You whipped your head around and stared at the figure in horror.

“Oh Kotenok you’re so precious” The masked figured said as he slowly removed his mask. Your eyes widened as you saw who was under the mask… It was Bucky. You quickly stood up and backed away from him as you started to hyperventilate.

“W-What the hell?” You finally said after you finally slowed your breathing down. Bucky chuckled as he came closer to you and wiped some sweat off his forehead.

“I guess it’s finally time to tell you-“ He said as she took off the costume and dropped the knife. You stared at him as his hand come up to caress your cheek. “You see kotenok i never meant for any of this to happen- But these people-t-they flirt with you and get too close to you. And i cant have that, i cant have people wanting to take what’s mine. And see i wouldn’t mind so much that people mindlessly flirt with you… if you didn’t flirt back” He seethed as he grabbed your face.

You were speechless at his confession never in a million years did you think he’d do this. But the idea that you’re his motive, that he just wants to keep you to his self is intoxicating. You look up at him with doe eyes before you finally find the words to say.

“You do all of this to make sure that i stay yours” Your voice heightens in excitement as you wait for his response.

His grip tightens on your face as he speaks. “Yes kotenok i do- i cant stand the thought of someone else having you the way i do” He confess as his eyes darken at the way you smirk.

“That’s- the hottest thing i think you’ve ever said to me” Bucky smiles devilishly at your words and suddenly picks you up and pushes you against the wall. His lips are on yours within a seconds time and the kiss is the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done.

“Put the mask back on” The words come out breathless as your chest rises due to the lack of air. He smirks as he walks you over to the couch and lays you down before grabbing the mask and knife again. He put the mask back on and then slowly stalks towards you and he twirls the knife in his hand.

“Oh fuck” You whisper under your breath when he climbs on top of you. Even though you cant see his face you know for a fact he’s smirking. He wastes no time in ripping off your shirt along with your sweats leaving you in just your panties.

“So pretty” His voice comes out a little muffled as he speaks due to the mask but it made it so much hotter. He then takes the knife that he wiped off and drags it across your bare chest. Your breath hitches in your throat as the cool metal hits your skin. Bucky then drags the knife down your torso and slices your panties off and drags it across your bare pussy.

“Please” You beg as you grab the hand with the knife and place it on your stomach. He places the blade on your skin and digs it in just a little, “Mark me” Bucky wastes no time in carving his initials into your skin he leaves a little ‘J.B.B’ on your stomach, before wiping the blood away with his thumb. Your grab his thumb and slowly bring it to your mouth before you clean his thumb off.

“Fucking hell kotenok” He groans at your actions. Bucky grows impatient as he throws the knife across the room making note to pick it back up later. He then spreads your pussy and starts to play with your clit and your back arches in reaction.

“Please daddy” You beg and then he adds two fingers into you in a swift motion and chooses a relentless pace. This is the filthiest thing you’ve ever done but right now, in this moment you dont give a flying fuck.

The pleasure you feel is beyond intense as Bucky curls his fingers and hits your g-spot just right. You let out a screaming moan as your first orgasm bursts through you. “Oh fuck” You breathe out the best you can as you slowly takes off his pants and boxers exposing his hard cock standing at attention for you.

“I want you so bad please daddy” He doesn’t need much motivation after you give him the go ahead. Bucky slams his cock into you hard and fast and you scream in response to his movement.

“Yes yes yes” You chant as you sit up and wrap your arms around him as Bucky slams into you. The room is filled with the filthy noises of your pussy and his balls slapping your skin.

“Gonna fucking breed you kotenok” He grunts and picks up his speed chasing his high. You can feel your second orgasm build up as he talks about breeding you.

“Oh please breed me daddy- fuck- wanna be full of your babies” You plead as you grind your hips down on his cock earning a guttural moan from him.

“Yea? You want that your little slut? You wanna have my kids?” He asks even though he already knows the answer. You dont find the words to respond and just opt for nodding your head. And in turn Bucky changes the position so he’s back on top and he thrusts into you like never before. Your moans become louder and his pace gets rougher. The both of you end up finishing within a matter of minutes and once you do you take the mask off him and just stare at him.

You take a moment and rub your thumb over his bottom lip before you bring him into a passionate kiss. Bucky grunts into the kiss and wraps his arms around your waist lovingly. After you break the kiss you look into his blue eyes and smile softly.

“I love you” You whisper and put your forehead against his. In this moment you love him more than you ever thought possible. Did he murder someone? Yes. Did he kill almost a dozen people just for you? Yes. But he also did it because he loves you and that just makes your heart swell. You get an idea after a minute of just looking at him.

“Let’s clean this place up and then run away, Lets go some where else where it can be just us” You say with a pleading looking in your eyes. Bucky agrees and nods before getting you both dressed again.

The two of you clean up the mess and decide of what to do with the body before heading back home to pack your things. That night while in a way tragic was also the start of the rest of your lives together and you couldn’t be happier.

~the end~

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maplesyrupsainz · 6 months

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Congrats on 1k angel! So proud of you and your incredible mind! May I please request a Charles Leclerc blurb with number 5 off the prompt list? My bashful, shy self would melt, especially with it being written by your hand.

pairing: charles leclerc x fem reader y/n (she/her)

genre: blurb

warnings: none

prompt: five [driver] trying to get you to go on a date with him

a/n: thank u so much omg this is the sweetest ask ever i hope this lives up to ur expectations 🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶 it's kind of SO LONG hahahaha but it was fun to write tbh i couldn't stop 😛

my masterlist | 1k celebration

you knew nothing about formula one whatsoever. well, you knew it was fast cars driving around in circles. somehow your best friend had finally dragged you to a race after begging for what felt like forever.

so here you were, stood in the middle of the paddock alone, lost and extremely confused. your friend was dating a driver and had said they would both meet you at his garage, however you did not know where you were at all.

“lost?” you heard a male voice from behind you, startling you slightly. “oh, sorry. i didn't mean to scare you.”

“you're fine,” you brushed it off, “i actually am super lost.”

“yea, you're not keeping it much of a secret.” he chuckled softly, causing a slight blush of pink to rise onto your cheeks. “where are you trying to get to?”

“my best friend, i'm supposed to be meeting her at..” you paused softly as you unlocked your phone to check the garage name you had been texted earlier that morning. “alpine.”

“ah!” the man's eyes lit up with some sort of recognition. “you are kika’s friend. i will take you to her.”

“oh, it's really okay if you just send me in the right sort of direction. you don't need to go out of your way for me,” you smile at him softly, willing him to leave you alone with your eyes – you are much too shy to be spending too much time with a man, a very attractive one at that.

“oh don't worry, i couldn't leave a girl as pretty as you out here alone. follow me,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you before turning on his heel, with you following behind meekly.

“so,” the dreaded word left his lips; now you were going to have to converse with this gorgeous man. “how long have you known kika?”

“my whole life, we went to prom together and everything.” you smile to yourself at the memory, and he lets out a laugh that sounds like music to your ears. the mindless small talk seems to come somewhat easy to you with him, a first for sure. you almost feel disappointed when you see what is clearly the alpine garage ahead of you.

“ah, here we are.” he smiles at you, before suddenly offering his hand to you. “by the way, i'm charles.”

“y/n,” you say and nod softly at him, taking his outstretched hand to shake hesitantly.

“y/n,” he repeats, studying your face much too intently, causing the pink blush from earlier to return to your cheeks. “and what are you doing this evening, y/n?”

you shrug and mumble out a reply along the lines of claiming to be hanging out kika and her boyfriend, pierre. in reality, you have no plans at all but the way this stranger says your name sends your head spinning and butterflies filling your stomach.

“let me take you out.” he states abruptly, catching you off guard completely. you have never had a man as gorgeous as charles hit on you so blatantly before.

a small laugh escapes your lips as you begin to shake your head before speaking, “i'm not sure about that..” you see charles’ brow furrow slightly at your reply; a man so beautiful must be shocked by a rejection.

“y/n! charles! you guys met!” you almost sigh in relief as you hear the voice of your best friend behind you, and the feeling of her grabbing you into an embrace that you gladly return.

“kika, i'm so glad to see you,” you say, muffled into her hair as you hug. she lets go of you, holding you at arms length and studying you intently, making you laugh.

“you just get more and more beautiful every time i see you!” she exclaims in glee before turning to charles, “hi charles, i'm glad you got to meet my beautiful friend.”

“the pleasure is all mine,” he flashed a grin at you, causing the butterflies that lay dormant in your stomach to take flight again.

“anyway, i just wanted to say, y/n,” kika looked at you mischievously, “me and pierre have something on tonight. i wanted to check that you're okay keeping yourself entertained this evening?” you narrowed your eyes at her. you knew exactly what she was doing.

“actually,” you look up at the new voice in the conversation, to see pierre with his arm slung lazily over charles’ shoulders. “how about you and charles hang out, y/n? i think you'd get on.”

“what an amazing idea!” kika lets out a squeal, clapping her hands together.

“no, i–”

“i'll see you tonight then, y/n. 7?” charles winked at you, before turning on his heel and heading back to his own garage, you assumed. you groaned.

“guys...”

“oh y/n/n, you'll thank us later, i'm sure.” pierre, laughing at your obvious discomfort.

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delulu-sushi · 3 months

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Can I request Draken inviting his people pleasure gf to meet the girls at his home and she's really scared because her mother figure wasn't the best so she's really anxious about meeting them but turn out to be kind of like surrogate mothers to her?

Ofc!

TW: Mentions of nudity, $ex

A/N: it’s a big long, not my best, but I hope u enjoy it!!!! Requests are open 🫶

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enjoy!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had been dating Draken for three months now, and he had brought up a question lingering in the back of your mind.

"Wanna meet my folks?"

Draken was an orphan and raised in a brothel, which surprisingly shaped him to be a respectful and loving boyfriend. You had no problem with him. The ladies, however, brought to mind your unloving mother who was never really in your life.

All you wanted to be loved, life with your mother was hell. Once you started crushing on Draken, you understood the feelings of love. The warmness in your heart, the tingles in your chest, butterflies in your stomach: Those feelings never went away

As Draken moved his strong hand over your shoulder, his fingers crawled down your arm to entwine his fingers with yours. "It's gonna be ok baby" he whispers in your ear. You give in to his commander voice, his soothing tone, his hand leading you mindlessly in love to his place.

The smell hits you back to reality. It was after hours so there were no customers, meaning no lewd sounds, a relief to you.

Draken leads you to his room, which despite being a small area, is pretty organized and comfy. He lays on the bed and motions you to him, and you happily join him in his arms, untying his braid. Your head on his shoulder and his hands on your waist, placing tiny kisses on your jawline and neck. His hands move to your jaw, locking eyes with you...

"DRAKENNN~ That you, dear?" A sultry woman's voice erupts out the door, swinging open to reveal a sexy woman wearing nothing but a robe.

Annoyed, Draken glares at the woman who’s giggling with her girlfriends besides her, “Aw, is this the sweetheart you wanted us to meet?” She asks, staring you up and down.

Your face blushes as you feel your hands sweating up and you start fidgeting your fingers. “Ah, um hello” you awkwardly say hi, causing the girls to giggle even more. Draken grunts and tightens his arm around you, “Yea, this is my girlfriend, y/n,” Draken states, standing tall and feeling proud of claiming you as his. The girls glance at each other and your body tenses up. Were they going to humiliate you? You awkwardly brush imaginary hair out of your face and lean in the Draken’s touch.

The girls look back at you, and one reaches their hand out, “Nice to me you y/n. I’m Remi”. You look up at Remi, a cute woman with pigtails, and reach your hand out politely. The other girls immediately join in and pull you out of the room, surprising and catching Draken off guard, “Hey what are you guys doing?” He says.

The girls take you in their room and make you sit on one of their soft leather chairs. A tall and beautiful woman stands in front of you, as if she was the leader of the ‘pack’. She strokes your soft hair, and smiles at your features, “Ya sure are beautiful,” she murmurs. Sighing she puts her hands on her waist and smiles again, “No wonder Draken fell in love with you.” You sit back in the chair trying to be comfortable. One part of you wants to get to know these woman, and the other part is scared of rejection, of facing what you have faced.

Lost in your thoughts you had failed to notice the woman exchanging murmurs together, and finally they took a seat in front of you. “So has Draken been treating you well?” The leader, whose name is Mimi, asks. Her voice is soft, yet sexy, yet at the same time a bit threatening. Remi joins in, “Come on y/n! If Draken ain’t treating you right, you just tell your sisters and we’ll teach him a lesson,” Remi says smirking. *sisters* you think to yourself softly smiling. You could feel yourself getting more comfortable with the girls as you chatted about your day, quickly bonding with them.

Suddenly Draken, wearing a new set of clothes and freshly bathed, stormed into the room. To his surprise you and the girls were laughing with each other like sisters. He leaned back against the wall and smiled to himself, glad that you found a family you felt safe in. He quietly left the room, knowing you’d be safe and happy.

#Draken #tokyo revengers #y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #draken x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader

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josiesullysblog · 2 years

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Not so Small Now? P2

~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Explict content, p in v, degradation, size kink, dom Neteyam, sub reader, semi-public??

~Proofread- yes

~Summary-The time has finally come for Neteyam to pick a mate.

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You were scared. No, you were petrified, a better way to word it. The week leading up to Neteyam’s ceremony was straight pain. Neteyam acted as if he had already claimed you, forcing you to stay away from any males. The sweet boy, who would do anything for you was long gone. You were always a helping hand around the tribe, which pissed Neteyam off.

You were his. You couldn't fight it, the way you always looked for him in a room. The way your body yearned for the boy’s touch. The more the week went on, the harder it got. It the harder for Neteyam to not bend you over and fuck you so everyone knows who you belong to.

“Can you get me more bandages?” Kiri asked as you both helped injured hunters. “Of course!” you quickly got up and headed to the supply room, but were quickly taken by surprise when a hand covered your mouth. “Don’t scream,” Neteyam said as he manhandled you against the table.

“Neteyam!” you squealed as the boy smirked down at you, his hand trickled down finding a home on your upper thigh. “Neteyam, anyone can walk in,” you attempted to be a voice of reason, but God the way his hand circled your leg you couldn’t deny you weren't turned on.

“You're so sensitive,” he couldn't but laugh at the way your body shivered, even though he barely touched you. His lips grazed your neck before he started leaving little kisses, “don’t leave a mark,” you said finally giving into the pleasure the boy gave you. His hands traveled under your loincloth, his fingers finding a way to your clit. A soft sigh left your mouth, “Kiri is w-waiting for me,” your words went in one ear out the other as he applied more pressure.

“One more day, my Nova,” he smiled big as two of his fingers dipped inside of you. “Before I’m gonna fuck you for everyone to hear. And nobody can stop me.” The moan you let out was music to his ears, he sped his pace up chasing for you to become louder. “Already so dumb and it's just my fingers. Can't wait to see how stupid your gonna look on my dick.” His words made you wetter as you tried to hold your moans down.

His fingers, which we stuffed deep in you, found a rhythm as you felt an orgasm approach. “Teyem, slow down.” you tried slowing his pace but with his other hand he grabbed your wrists so easily. Tears pricked up in your eyes as you reached your high, and you threw your head back as moans escaped.

Neteyam helped you up as you tried catching your breath, “you're so gorgeous,” he kissed your forehead, and you blushed hoping off the table and grabbing what Kiri asked for. You didn't know what you were going to tell the poor girl. “See you later,” you said as you kissed the boy, who kissed your hand and walked away.

“Nova! I asked for these almost an hour ago! What happened?” you crossed your legs as you felt slick roll down your leg. “I'm so sorry there was no more I had to run and get more,” the lie slipped off your lips. “Are you okay?” you nodded, “yea I just need to go pee.” you ran out of the room saving yourself from any further embarrassment.

Neytiri smiled at the boy, she was so proud. Neteyam had truly proved himself to be an amazing warrior, sibling, and son. She watched as the boy got ready, Tuk asking him questions while Kiri placed the traditional paint on his face. This was all she ever wanted, to be at peace with her children and husband. Jake was off making sure everything was going well for his oldest son’s ceremony.

“When will you mate?” Tuk asked the boy, while Lo’ak and Kiri erupted into a laughing fit, Neteyam simply smiled. “Tuk, Neteyam is going to die alone! The girl he loves doesn't love him back,” Kiri laughed loud at Lo’ak’s words. “You two know nothing,” Neteyam muttered under his breath as Kiri finally finished.

“You're telling us, Nova has chosen you? Brother, you are younger than her!” Neteyam let their words go in one ear and out the other. He was completely entertained by their words, he knew you were nothing but his pretty little toy. How in the next few hours, he’d have your cunt sore. Having you mewling on the floor, like a bitch in heat.

“Leave Neteyam alone, hurry on, and take your place by your grandmother.” Neytiri calmly pushed everyone out of the room before smiling at Neteyam, “my baby boy is no longer a baby,” she hugged the boy, “do not let their words get to you son, if you believe you and Nova are meant to be, you will be.” Neteyam nodded hugging her back, but he knew for sure, him and Nova would mate.

You stood next to your family as you watched Jake talk. He spoke highly of the boy and that he’ll make an amazing hunter and warrior, and you stopped listening after that point. I mean you couldn't, not with Neteyam starting deep into your soul. You shifted from foot to foot, his glare was doing things to you, and your mother hit you lightly to stop moving. You couldn't help it, it was almost like his stare knew exactly what you were thinking. How you knew he was going to fuck you.

“Let us celebrate!” Jake’s words brought you back, and you felt your stomach do a flip. Everyone began clapping and screaming, and you felt Kiri grab your arm lightly, “let's go!” you smiled softly before letting her drag you away.

It had become dark, and no sign of Neteyam. Your heart raced as your senses became heightened, “what’s got you so jumpy?” Kiri asked looking at you funny, “nothing!” you replied quickly as you stood up, “shouldn't Neteyam be here?” Kiri was going to answer before a deep voice startled you, “right here.”

If you could pass out, you would. He walked up hugging you from behind, “where have you been off to?” Kiri asked as his hand crept up your back leg. Your breath hitched, “I've been off with dad, just messing around,” his hands kept rubbing up and down. “Nova, I’ve been meaning to show you something! I’m gonna steal your friend, sister,” he said as he quickly walked off with the girl, not letting Kiri get a word in.

“You are unbelievable! What if she saw us?” you said once you two were a good distance away from the group. “The embarrassment! I could never speak to anyone again!” you kept ranting until he stopped walking, “hey why’d you stop walk-” you stopped as you took in the scenery, he brought you to the tree of souls.

“Nova, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on.” he looked you in the eyes, “I’ve told you many times my plan on mating with you, but ultimately it is not my choice. Let me be the one and I promise, that I will protect you, love you, and always do right by you till my last breath.”

He held your face, “I see you, Nova. Always have, always will.” you stepped on your tippy toes and kissed the boy on his lips. He returned the favor, deepening it. He softly placed you on the grass before breaking the kiss and connecting your foreheads, “I see you, Ma Neteyam,” he smiled big as he reached for his queue to which you follows after him. “I promise you, Nova till the day I die I will never stop loving you,” you both connected your queues, and you let a small moan leave your mouth.

Suddenly, Neteyam pushed you down-climbing on top of you, “I told you I was gonna fuck you,” his hands ripped off the clothes separating him and you. He kissed your neck before slowly finding your breasts. “Teyem,” you let out a moan as his fingers found their way inside you, “such pretty moans,” his pace quickened, “gladly I'm the only one who can make you like this,” you were too gone to understand his words. “I’m the one who makes you cum,” he groaned, sucking at your breasts. He took his fingers out leaving her dry, “the only time your cumming tonight, is on my dick.”

You watched him as he rubbed his dick up and down, you tried to go grab it but he stopped you, “not tonight baby, today's about your pleasure,” he laid you down once more before aligning his tip to your entrance, “this might hurt baby, tell me when to stop,” you nodded as he continued. He went slow, whispering praises in your ear as your moans found speed. “Go faster! Please, Teyem faster!” His hips picked up pace quickly, watching as you lost yourself to pleasure. Your eyes were glossy, and your hair was a mess, but to him, you were the most beautiful thing.

“I’m gonna cum!” you carved your nails into his back but he could care less, the pleasure was rendering you speechless. You moved your hips, chasing for release, “cum for me.” You felt yourself let go, and an instant relief covered your body, making you moan loudly. Neteyam couldn't help but cum along with you, the scene was such a turn-on for him.

He watched you attempt to catch your breath, smirking at your body, “do you remember the bet?” you looked at him as if he was crazy, “what bet?” you tried to sit up but Neteyam pushed her back down, “when we were younger you always used to bully me about being short,” his handheld your hips down, “Teyem,” he couldn't be serious. You felt his tip rub your opening, “but look at you now, a bitch in heat,” he pushed himself back in, watching you choke a moan back, “wonder what they’d say if they saw you so fucked out,” Neteyam pushed his whole body weight on you, to hold you down. Your thighs trembled, “they’d be so shocked to see it was me who has you in this state,” his pace picked up, “you're going to cum again,” you gripped the grass, “no, please, Teyem,” you became overwhelmed as you felt yourself near.

“There you go!” you came all over, harder as Neteyam finally slipped out, “my pretty baby,” he kissed your forehead, and he laid beside you kissing your hand, “I love you,” you said scooting into his embrace, he smile brightly, “I love you too.”

***

This took longer than needed! But it’s done! Glad you all enjoy it! Thank you all for the love!

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xdaddysprincessxx · 5 months

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His Pretty Plaything

Uncle Ezra x F reader

Warnings: p in v, unclecest (again not blood related!), uhh this took a soft/sweet turn lol so emotions, some angst, pussy slapping, light edging, fingering, not beta’d, lightly edited, all mistakes are mine

Wc: 2629

As the summer was coming to an end, you found yourself tremendously confused with a dash of desperation. It’s been a couple of weeks since your encounter with Uncle Ezra. You think about him and that quite often. Most times your hands are down your pants in a frantic rush to recreate even an ounce of the pure unadulterated ecstasy he made you feel. But it was never enough. Your own hands failed you as you wished for him to come swooping in to take advantage of you again. You craved his cock, his filthy words, the way he claimed you as his. You got a taste and now you wanted more.

Fortunately for you, your dad was planning his end of summer party that he always throws. And you already know who will be in attendance. A little plan hatched in your brain; you were going to seduce Uncle Ezra and get him to fuck you again. You picked out an extra skimpy bikini to wear with a cute light blue sleeveless cover up dress. Excited for the party but more importantly you were excited to be filled by Uncle Ezra again.

The sun had already set as you stomped up the stairs to your room. Tears threatened to fall as you grind your teeth together in frustration and hurt. He ignored you. He never once looked your way no matter what you did. How could he defile you and then just drop you like hot garbage?!

You close the door behind you as you dive face first on your bed, hugging your pillow to your face as you let yourself cry. Feeling so ugly, so unwanted. You knew it was wrong what he did but you liked it. At first, yea you didn’t want him touching you. Didn’t want his advances but the pleasure he bought you was so indescribably incredible. And now. Now he acts as if you don’t even exist. As if you aren’t even there! Fucking bastard!

You cried yourself to sleep that night. Waking up still in your bikini and coverup from yesterday. You felt so disgusted with yourself. Peeling off what little you had on, you grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom for a much needed hot shower.

The hot water felt so good on your skin. The suds running down your body to the drain as you stood under the water, letting it completely cleanse you. Literally and figuratively. In your mind you imagined every inch touched by him being washed away, down the drain, never to come back and soil your skin again.

You put on an old baggy tshirt and some black cotton shorts before heading downstairs to grab some breakfast. As you round the corner going into the kitchen you look up and see your dad and him sitting at the table. Both men stop talking and look up at you as you enter.

“Good morning sweetie, Uncle Ezra and I were just talking. He’s gonna come stay with us for a few months. He’s gonna take the guest room next to yours while his house is under renovations.”

You huffed, “Oh great. Another man who probably leaves his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor and doesn’t clean up after himself. Joy.” You say dryly as you roll your eyes.

“Woah kiddo. That’s not very nice of you. Now I know damn well your daddy cleans up after himself as do I. No need to be a brat about this.”

“Whatever Ezra.” You say with venom in your voice as you grab a pop tart and walk back upstairs.

His eyes widen as his brows raise up in shock at your response.

“Eh don’t let her get to ya man. She’s just a little cranky in the mornings.”

A couple hours pass. . .

After seeing him in your kitchen and getting the lovely news that he’s gonna be staying with you for awhile really soured your whole day. You were laying in bed, scrolling Twitter when you came across a tweet that said ‘the best treatment for good girls’ with a video attached of a girl on her back getting face fucked by one guy and another fucking her pussy.

You bit your lip as you contemplated pressing play on the video.

‘Oh fuck it.’ You thought before hitting play.

The video itself was only nine seconds but it was more than enough to get you turned on. You exited out of Twitter and went to the internet browser hitting incognito mode and searched up your fave porn site.

Rolling on your back with your phone in one hand and the other softly squeezing a tit as you scrolled down the main page. You find a video of two women fucking each other. You decided to click on the video and start watching it.

Your can feel the tingles in your body as your pussy gets wetter. Pulling your shirt up, your tits fall out as you go to pinch your nipple.

You keep tugging and groping your tits before moving down to your cunt. You barely dip your finger in between your folds-

“What the hell is your problem girl?” Ezra demanded as he opened your door without knocking.

“Oh my god get out!” You shout as you jump up quickly removing your finger and trying to cover yourself.

It takes him a second to fully adjust to what he’s seeing before a smirk crosses his face. Reaching for the door behind him, he closes it before taking a couple steps closer to your bed. He places his hands on his hips as his smirk widens into a sinister smile.

“Ah now I get it. This why you were being a brat this morning kiddo? Huh? Poor little virgin got a taste of a real man and she needs more. Is that it baby? My pussy miss her daddy?”

“Oh fuck you Ezra! Me and my pussy do not miss you nor do we want you!”

That wiped the smile right off his face as he steps into your space, grabbing your face in his big hand, squishing your cheeks together.

“Don’t lie to me girl. You and I both know this cunt drools for me. You gone stop acting like a fucking brat or do I need to fuck it out of ya?”

As much as you want him to fuck you, the anger and betrayal from feeling unwanted at the party kept you from just saying yes. Your eyes start getting glassy as you swallow your spit ,

“Fuck. You.”

The sides of his mouth turn up into a smile as he lowers his face right in front of yours, “Oh kiddo. Acting like a brat is gonna get you punished. You don’t even have a clue what you’ve started.” He says in a low, gravelly voice. He turns his face slightly, nose touching your cheek as he slowly trails up to your temple.

An exaggerated moan comes from your phone and you both pause before looking down at the device.

You had completely forgot what you had been doing before you were interrupted.

“Now what’s this?”

Ezra is quicker than you to grab your phone and sees the video you were watching.

“This what you like kiddo? You get off watching pretty girls lick cunts?”

Shame and embarrassment heat up your face. You don’t know what to say,

“I - I It’s it-it’s not - wh- “ you stutter.

“Shh baby it’s okay.” He whispers as he leans forward, softly kissing your lips, “come here let Uncle Ezra help.”

He lets go of your face as he moves to sit behind you. Grabbing your hips, he pulls you in between his open legs, taking one of his legs and wrapping it over your leg and spreading you open.

“Hold the phone baby so we can watch together.”

You take the phone from him as he kisses the side of your neck. You can already feel his cock hard against your back.

“My hands don’t feel good Uncle Ezra. They don’t feel like yours.” You manage to get out in a whine.

“I know kiddo. I know.” His fingers interlock with yours as he pulls your hand up to his mouth. You watch as he puts two of your fingers in his mouth and sucks. Your mouth drops open as he stares deep into your eyes. Pulling your fingers from his mouth, he moves your hand towards your face as you take your freshly sucked fingers into your mouth, lips closing around the digits.

“There’s my good girl. I know you don’t wanna act like a brat. I know baby. Uncle Ezra’s gonna make his girl feel better.”

He pulls your fingers out of your mouth and places them on your covered mound. He uses his fingers to press yours into your clothed cunt and begin to rub circles right over where your clit is. You can’t help but throb from the friction it’s giving you.

“Watch the pretty girls baby. Watch them lick on each others pretty pussies.”

A soft moan is pulled from your throat as you follow his orders.

Ezra gets to work pulling your shorts down as you watch the porn playing on your phone. Throwing the shorts to the side, he pulls you back with him as he leans against your headboard. His legs wrap back around yours, holding you wide open. His fingers quickly making their way back to your pussy. Taking his time, dragging his thick digits from your entrance up to your little bundle of nerves and back again. You can’t help but buck your hips up, trying to get a little bit more. More touch, more friction, anything he’s willing to give.

The brush of his stubble on your neck, the feeling of his hot breath on your ear, he plunges two fingers in. You throw your head back in ecstasy as you finally get what you’ve been so desperate for. Ezra takes your ear lobe in between his teeth as he nibbles on it. Soft, sweet moans spilling from you as he massages your wet walls.

“Use those pretty fingers o’ yours baby. Rub on that sweet clit, make my pussy cum.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Your free hand quickly gets to work rubbing circles furiously on your bundle of nerves as he begins to finger fuck you harder.

You find yourself quickly on the edge, ready to spill over any second.

“U-un- uncle Ez- ‘mgonna cum”

Ezra pulls his fingers out as his other hand grabs your hand, holding it against your chest.

Using his free hand he slaps your pussy in rapid succession.

“No!!! What are you doing!?” You shout as you come back down from your almost high.

“Nuh uh baby you wanna act like a little brat I’m gonna treat you like a brat and brats don’t get to cum.”

You could feel your face heat up with anger and shame. You acted like that because of him. He lead you to this, to act like this.

“You’re my pretty little plaything baby. Mine. I control when this pussy cums. You wanna act like a bitch, I’m gonna treat you like one. You got that?”

Tears threaten to spill over as you bite your lip. Frustrated from not being able to cum, mad and upset from feeling rejected by him. You want to scream so bad.

“I hate you.” You manage to whisper. Scared to speak, knowing your voice would be shaky.

“You. . Ignored me. I- I tried so hard to get you to notice me. At the party,” you gulp in a deep breath, “You ruined me and threw me away.”

Ezra’s face falls. Eyes wide as he takes in your sad face as you reveal your truth. Your words are a sucker punch to his gut.

“Oh kiddo. No. No baby I noticed you. I always do. You made it so hard for me, all I wanted to do was take you, right there in front of everyone.”

With that, Ezra softy leaves a sweet kiss to your forehead before slowly trailing down to your nose.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that.”

His lips press a kiss to the top of your nose.

His lips just barely touching yours as you both look into each others eyes. It feels as though he is looking directly into your soul.

“You’re mine baby. Until I no longer walk this earth and even then, there will be no others ya hear me? Mine. And I’m yours honey. All yours. But we gotta keep this a secret. I know your smart kiddo, if someone found out about us your daddy would kill me. You don’t want that do you?”

You shake your head no ever so slightly. Tears now full on streaming down your face.

Ezra presses his lips on yours, seemingly taking your breath away with a soft, simple kiss.

He moves out from behind you, putting the forgotten phone down on your nightstand.

Pulling his own shorts down, his thick cock hitting his stomach. He lowers his body over yours as he takes both of your hands in one of his.

Lips finding yours again, your own tongue darting out to lick his lip, asking for permission to enter. He opened, allowing you inside. Eagerly you lick into his mouth as he tightens his lips around your tongue and sucks. A deep guttural moan pulled from the very depths of your body. Ezra takes his free hand to rub his cock through your folds before notching himself at your entrance and slowly pushing in.

The stretch making you moan more into his mouth as he continued to kiss you.

This was nothing like the first time he fucked you. Slow, deep strokes making you feel every inch of him. You grab onto the hand that’s holding your hands hostage, just trying to ground yourself. The immense pleasure making you feel as though your about to float away if you aren’t anchored to this earth. After each thrust in, Ezra grinds into you, bringing you back to your peak,

“Please don’t stop oh fuck pp- please!”

“Oh fuck I’m not baby I won’t stop. W- where do you want me kiddo? You want my cum in this tight little snatch honey? That what my little girl wants? Huh?” He starts thrusting into you faster.

Your eyes roll back as you moan like a bitch in heat.

“Yes! Yes Uncle Ezra oh fuck, please cum in me! Please!”

“There’s my good girl nngh oh oh fuck oh fuck”

Hearing his words and moans send you over the edge. Your cunt tightens around him as you cum making his thrusts stutter as he gets closer to his own finish.

The both of you stare deeply into each others eyes. Noses touching, chests heaving as you both come down from your high.

Ezra rolls off, laying down next you.

Holding his arm out to let you curl into his side.

He holds you close to him as he places a kiss on the top of your head,

“I really am sorry baby.”

Your so wore out, all you can do is wrap your arm around him and hold onto him as tight as you can as you squeeze your eyes shut.

No more words are exchanged, just the sound of your breathing as it starts to even out.

Drifting off to sleep you can’t help but wonder how you got here. The fact that this is your dads best friend. A guy you’ve always seen as an uncle. Who’s been a total creep since you’ve hit 18. Now here you are, craving him. Needing him. This isn’t gonna end well.

A/n: I just wanna apologize I know I suck at being consistent. It is what it is. Life’s been rough and I’ve been struggling with writing. But I hope you enjoy this, I love you! I love seeing everyone’s reactions! Please reblog, comment, send me asks, talk to me about my writing lol or about anything! I love to yap lol

#Ezra #uncle Ezra #uncle Ezra x you #pedro pascal #ezra prospect #ezra x reader #ezra x f!reader #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal cinematic universe

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aemnd · 6 months

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𝓇.cameron. ┆ princess treatment.

◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ i srsly looove fem!reader callin' rafe 'dad' in my lil' stories. !!! mwahahahh . <3

princess treatment comes naturally to somebody like rafe cameron; who loves nothing more than to spoil you with his love, attention, and money. he adores how sweet you're, and he genuinely doesn't think you have a bad bone in your body—too angelic and sweet and naïve to be deceitful.

rafe cameron loves the sweet, gentle, little demure smiles you give him, all doll eyed and misty from the rough, downright nasty fucking he'd just given you—your long, mink lashes fluttering dreamily (and wetly) as you both come down from your explosive highs, with you panting gently and sweetly whimpering into his hard, broad, sweaty chest—not that the cameron man minded, he loved having you close, perhaps, sometimes… too close.

"gon' make you my lil' wifey someday, yea?" rafe mumbles casually, his voice raspy and deep, with a slight, teasing drawl to it, a bit of that rich boy, nasally tone of his that always kept you weak in the knees coming through.

you were always a shy girl at heart, his sweet little baby, he'd do anything you'd ask and more.

"y-yeah?" you hiccup shakily, softly pawing gently at his hard, bare chest, gently scratching your freshly manicured nails down his defined pectorals, feeling the ridges of taut, strong muscles underneath his warm, sweaty flesh.

rafe nodded, leaning over you completely and claiming your already kiss-swollen lips into another deep, passionate, possessive kiss, full of teeth and tongue and lots of rafe's saliva—coating your mouth in the most delicious, sinful ways of his ownership over you.

shyly, hesitantly, you reach down between your two bodies, bumping against his half-hard shaft, earning a low, warning growl to rumble against your boyfriend's chest.

"need more, don't ya', kid?" rafe taunts, before easily gripping himself by the base of his drenched cock, giving himself two quick, firm pumps of his large hand while mindlessly knocking your dainty one outta his way, knowing you liked to constantly touch things.

swiftly, he presses the now leaking tip against your abused, fluttering, dripping fuckhole, before pressing into you with a soft, deep grunt, already feeling those euphoric flames licking at the sensitivity of his heavy balls, positioning himself above you so he wouldn't crush you—but knowing you, his sweet girl, he already knows how you like to be roughly manhandled by him, like a pretty, innocent little dolly.

"dad!" you mewl femininely, a cute, glossy pout curling on your pretty lips, making them appear extra kissable, causing rafe to blink three times frantically, already feeling the blood from his head rushing down to his swelling cock, before he finally (and easily) slips back inside of you.

already, without failure, rafe can feel your sweet little pussy fluttering wildly around him, making him fully hard and desperate to come inside of your womb once again, a low groan escaping him as your little cunny began suffocating him, restricting him from pulling out for a moment.

"don't worry, baby—dad's always got you, yea?" rafe hums, before pulling his hips nearly all the way back, until just the leaking tip of his cock remained inside of your sopping, quivering little pussy, making rafe feel like he could blow another load into you any second now—still, he could be patient for his girl to catch up with him, and he knew he wouldn't have to wait long, not long at all.

"yeah... yea, dad! I-love you," you mewl breathily, feeling your little nipples harden from your overwhelming arousal, your doe-like eyes finally locking with your boyfriend's—and oh, you could see the darkness brewing inside of him, the insanity and desperate hunger he felt for you, and all of his possessiveness just rising to the surface, ready to claim you.

"such a good girl for daddy," rafe praises with a low, deep voice—a small, mocking smile appearing on his handsome, slightly flushed pink face, his abs clenching erratically as he can feel his cock twitch and pulsate inside of you, making him nearly whimper as you give him another harsh squeeze around his oozing prick.

roughly, rafe firmly grasps at the fat of the skin of your smooth, silky hips even tighter, holding you down with a knitted brow, tongue in his cheek as he begins to concentrate on fucking you again, hard and fast and nastily sinful—just the way his baby enjoyed.

"yea, yea... fuck, baby—feels so fuckin' good 'round me," rafe chuckled lightly to himself, floppy bangs falling into his eyes, but he couldn't care less, not with how fucking gorgeous you looked underneath him, so submissive and obedient, getting railed by him, becoming his over and over again without stop, without complaint.

"that's daddy's good little girl, huh?"

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glitteringsunshine · 1 month

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Pairing : Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader wife

Jethro's POV:

I enter home and the delicious smell of dinner hits my nose. I see Y/N cooking pasta. I tried to dip my finger and taste the sauce but she swats my hand away.

“ So is this your way of telling sorry ?” I smirk.

“ Yes. Well technically not for apologising for what I did but for the trouble I put you and your team in” she says with her eyes staring at the floor.

I pulled her chin up. “ So stealing a cellphone logged into evidence, contacting a world renowned spy , luring him into US soil, that’s okay for you.” I say angrily.

“ Hey , NCIS ‘s agenda was catching the navy personnel leaking secrets. We tried to do it the official way , asking you to cut that guy a deal to get to our spy, her handler, or give up his cellphone to get his location, but you were more interested in protecting navy secrets that you don’t want to share with state. We had to act. You got the small fish, but we required the big fish who tried to wrecked havoc in the relationship between our allies, sabotaging talks and treaties things that you guys are not even aware of. “ She sighs.

“ You stole evidence, not a big deal. We have the confession , other evidences. But I wish you would have told me. I could have helped you. Damn it Y/N , why didn’t you trust me?”

“ Plausible deniability Jethro. I didn’t want you to get in trouble at work. I mean state and defence don’t always see eye to eye. I didn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire.”

“ Y/N love , I understand what you did. You were doing your job. But that doesn’t mean I am not angry.”

“ I know Jethro” she said gently cupping my face and brushing her lips against mine.

“Kids are at their sleepover?” I ask as she nods in the affirmative.

I grabbed her wrists , pushed her against the wall and pinned her helps on top of her head. I kissed her demandingly. I carried her on to the bed and laid her down. Getting in top of her , I pinned her arms and lifted her dress. I pushed my fingers inside her. She was soaking.

“ No panties. Already wet . You naughty girl” I chuckle.

“ Someone’s hard too. I can feel it” she retorts back grinning.

“ Well well well aren’t you a brat Mrs Gibbs” I chuckle back. Unzipping my pants I slowly slid into her with slow shallow thrusts, earning a moan from her. I gradually increased my pace slowing everytime she was at the brink of climax.

“ Jethro” she growled.

“ What love?” I smirked. “ What do you want baby?”

“ Jethro , Oh fuck , Jethro?”

“Shh be a good girl baby” I whisper.

“ Ohh ohh ohh” she moans.

“ Do you wanna cum baby?”

“ Yes Jethro”

“ Then ask me nicely” I chuckle.

“ Jerk” she whispers.

“ Yes, as you say” I say slowing my pace and edging her again.

“ Jethro , Please, please let me cum”she shouts.

I increased my pace. “ Let go baby , cum for me.” I bit down on her neck , leaving a trail of hickeys.

She unfurled at my command as her sweet moans filled our home.

“On your hands and knees” I commanded. She took her place, face on the pillow ,ass up on the air. I pinned back her hands slamming myself inside her from behind as I grabbed her hips.

“ Jethro , I can’t hold it any more” she gasps.

“ Go ahead baby. You can cum. You don’t need my permission. I felt her walls convulse as she milked my cock. I gently laid her on her back before entering her again. She flipped me on my back and pinned my arms as she ground on me.

“ If you want to be on top , just ask” I chuckle.

She built her pace moving her hips. As she reached her climax, she let go off my hands. I grabbed her and flipped her on her back, wrapping her legs around me.

“ Y/N I am close” I whisper, my voice hoarse.

“ Me too” she whispers back.

We reached our peak together, holding each other tightly. We panted our foreheads touching together. I claimed her lips and kissed her.

“Well the pasta is all cold now” she giggled.

“ You hungry?” I ask

“ I was” she chuckles.

“ I meant the food Y/N”

“ Yea that too”

“ Gotta say I really love my dinner, and I am not talking about food” I laugh back. “ Don’t worry babe I will warm the pasta up.” I assured her.

“ Thanks , gotta take a shower I smell of sex” she giggles.

“ I like that” I chuckle. “ Though I would love to join you in the shower” I grinned.

“ Yep” she giggled. I carried her to the shower. I kissed her making my way to her neck ,collarbone and then took her nipples in my mouth. Cupping and kneading her breasts, I knelt down on the floor , tonguing her clit in circles. As I increased my speed of eating her out, she grabbed my hair , arching her hips on my tongue and came hard. She pulled me up, tasting herself on me. She rubbed my chest and stomach before kneeling down on her knees. I rubbed her lips with my thumb , before she took my fingers, sucking on them ,giving me a preview of what she intended to do. She gently rubbed her fingers on my hardness, before Licking the tip. Slowly she took me in her mouth , her tongue feeling like warm velvet. She bobbed her head up and down alternating her pace as I moaned. When the first spurt of my cum hit her mouth, she licked it. She aimed my cock rubbing it as the second load of cum hit her breasts, before taking me inside her and swallowing the rest. I pulled her up, kissing her and Licking the cum off her breast making her cum one more time by rubbing her clit. I held her by her waist as she put my arms around my neck.

…

After dinner I sat on the couch with her sitting in between my legs. I was gently rubbing circles on her back as she laid her head against my shoulder. I held her close to me as we kissed. “ I love you” I whisper smiling.

“ I love you too dear” she smiles back.

#leroy jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #ncis #gibbs #ncis fandom #ncis fanfiction #fluff #smut

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hyuckkaiji · 11 months

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even the stars do not compare to you - abby anderson × f!reader

summary; you and abby are both fools. fools who have loved each other while thinking the other incapable of reciprocating. fools whose feelings are finally out in the open.

word count; 1.8k

warnings; momentarily sad abby

note; abby anderson brain rot. she is my precious baby girl, and I'll give her the whole world if she'll let me

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Owen had been Abby's first, well her only, everything. But truthfully, he'd never been her first choice. He was what was left when she realized she couldn't have what she wanted.

And don't mistake that for her not having love for Owen. She does. She loved him once. It was a true love of sorts. And he has cemented his place in her heart, albeit small. There wasn't much room for him to take up, not when you occupied the rest of it. You occupy it still.

You have seeped into her, mind , body, and soul. She is infected by you. It seems the more she tries to stop it, the further you spread. You've claimed her, soiled her, left her unattainable to those around her. And you don't even know it.

That's the fucked up part, gods be good, she's yours and you don't even know it. She has to satiate her desire for you with mere friendship. She feels like a dog on the streets begging for scraps, for any measly form of sustenance. But if you need her to beg, she will.

Clearly, you need her to beg. It's been almost two weeks since she's seen you. You were fine last she saw, but it feels like you're avoiding her.

Volunteering at any open tasks, never on patrol with her. She doesn't understand. For years now, the two of you have been attached at the hip. Going so far as to switch shifts just so you can patrol together, but now, all of a sudden. She doesn't get it.

She did something she not particularly proud of, she's already established she'll beg ... it just has to be in person. She can't write down these thoughts to get your attention, she'll seem ... weak. So instead she asked Manny to find you, to tell you she's looking for you and it's an emergency.

There's no emergency, no that's a lie. The lack of your presence is an emergency, and you're the only solution.

"Abby." The sound of your voice startles her out of her thoughts. You didn't knock. You never do. Abby doesn't mind. She actually enjoys that you walk into her space like you own it. Because you do, not that you know that. At the very least, it makes her happy that you know she'd never deny you her space.

"Manny said you were looking for me, something serious." Concern laced your voice but you'd still yet to walk up to Abby the way you normally would, keeping your distance. Standing at the base of the stairs as she looked up you.

Her braid was loose at the end, starting to fall apart, she'd just finished pulling the band out when you interrupted her. She looks pretty with her hair down, at least you think so. But she hardly ever has it down, it's a vulnerable thing for her. And how she's hates being vulnerable.

"Yea." She stands, rubbing a sheepish hand over the back of her neck, "I've been trying to catch you for over a week now." She's walking towards you, and you want her to come closer. Want to feel the warmth that radiates off of her, want the scent of pine waft around you. But you take a step back.

A look of hurt passes over Abby's face, stopping in her tracks. "Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?" Her thumb nails flicks against her forefinger, picking at the skin around her nail. An anxious habit.

"No." Your voice is small. You're not sure what else to say, how to voice what you've been feeling, if you even should. You had decided against it, decided just to distance yourself as much as possible, but now, being confronted like this, your decision wavers.

People underestimate Abby. Yes, she's big, but she's also fast, faster than you. She up the last few remaining steps, inches away from you, fingers locked around your wrist, all before you have time to say another word.

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not."

"Liar." You are a liar, you've always been a liar, at least when it came to Abby. The truth was a weight you chose to bear alone, you say choose but really your fear had forced the decision. Fear of losing her should you come clean.

"Abby." You try and pry her hand away, but her grip holds firm, just enough to keep you near her, but not enough to hurt you. Never enough to hurt you, Abby would never hurt you. You let out an exasperated sigh, giving up, letting your hands fall at your sides.

"Sometimes... people grow ... apart." She says nothing, a beat of silence before you continue, "It's a part of life. People get older, they change, friendships don't always last forever." Her brow is furrowed, she nawing at the inside of her lip. The two of you ... grow apart ... it's not possible.

"You were fine last time I saw you. How long have you been feeling like this?" Her hair had fallen loose in her rush up the stairs, falling in waves around her face. Damn every God, she looks so beautiful with her hair down.

"A while. I didn't know how to tell you." Abby looks you over, you're lying. She's known you for as long as she can remember, she's loved you for as long as she could remember. She knows you, do you not know that? She knows when you're lying.

"Tell me the truth."

"I am-"

"The truth. Now." She's angry, like she has any right to be angry at you. This is her fault. Your resolve is shattered, how dare she be mad, how fucking dare she. This is her fucking fault.

"You wanna know the problem, Abigail?" You sneer at her. "You're the problem. You. I cannot stand being around you. I can't stand seeing your face everyday, hearing your voice, smelling you in the air. For fucks sake that stupid scent of that stupid fucking soap clings to everything and I hate it. You are the problem."

She finally lets you go. She's on the verge of tears, but the tense tick of her jaw tells you she's not going to let them fall. "Alright... if that's how you feel." The guilt settles, deep in the pit of your stomach, you feel nauseous.

"Abs..." Your voice trails off.

"Just go."

"Abby." You reach out for her hand but she pulls it away.

"Go."

"I can't. I can't because you're right, I'm a liar." And a coward, damn the universe for making you, damn it for making her. She says nothing, only stares at you her anger is palpable, no, not anger, hurt, her hurt. Liar, coward, you add monster to the list.

"That wasn't true ... I don't know why I said it like that."

"It sure felt true."

"Abby..."

"How else could you have possibly meant it?"

Liar, coward, monster, idiot. Your list of personal descriptors is ever growing.

"I do hate those things." Abby huffs, looking away from you. "But not because I hate you ... Abby, even the stars do not compare to you. I have never see so beautiful a person nor I have I been enamored with anyone other than you."

"Do you know what it's like? To be in love with someone for so long and you can't say or do anything about it? To watch as they get with some ignorant douche who doesn't treat them the way they deserve?"

"To be in love with someone who only sees you as a friend? To be the shoulder they cry on about their shitty partner?" You shake you head, running a hand through your hair. You catch Abby's eyes, she's staring at you with this look of utter shock.

"I don't know when the years just became one too many, but they did and I can't keep doing this to myself. I can't get over you if I'm always around you."

Your name slips from her lips, like a mortal who has just come across their deity in the flesh. Oh she must be dreaming, then she's laughing.

It's your turn to be hurt, to cross your arms over your chest defensively. Watching as she giggles like a mad woman before wiping away a stray tear. "Pinch me, I want proof I'm awake."

"Abigail."

"Yes?" She smiling at you, big doe eyes watching you. Fuck you're so hopelessly in love with her, what made you think you had the self control to stay away from her.

"I'm not joking ... I'm in love with you."

She pulls your arms free just to take one of your hands in her own, running a callused thumb over your knuckles.

"Do you remember, when we were sixteen and we'd snuck out to watch the stars?" You nod.

"Do you remember asking me what I dream about? Asking me if you think the stars would grant our wishes if we told them?"

"You told me you dreamed of freedom and that the stars were just gas in space, not genies. And that they weren't even that pretty." Abby let's out a breathy laugh.

"I've never dreamed of freedom, I dreamed of you. And the stars are just gas, I'd come to realize that by then. If the stars could grant wishes they would have answered mine."

"I used to tell them my secrets, but they never made them come true."

"What...what did you tell them?"

"That I was in love with a girl, a girl so beautiful she took my breath away every time I saw her. I told them that I wanted to be hers, I wanted her to love me the way I loved her."

"When we were sixteen I hated the stars for ignoring my prayers. But it seems I was wrong, they had been listening all along. Though I maintain they really aren't that pretty, not in comparison to you."

Abby leaned in, her lips ghosting over yours, asking permission, you closed the gap. Wrapping your arms around her neck.

It was soft, sweeter than any kiss either of you had before. All gentle caresses and light wandering fingers trailing exposed skin.

Abby pulled you to her bed, pushing you down in between pecks. She hovered over you, "If i wake up and this was all a dream, I'm gonna be so fucking mad." Her lips are back on yours before softly trailing down your neck.

Her kisses are cool and open mouthed on your warm skin. She kisses her way down to your chest before letting her weight slowly settle on you. She rests her head, using your breasts as a pillow. "Promise I won't wake up by myself."

"I Promise." You wrap one arm around her, tracing random patterns on her clothed shoulders and back, the other falls into her hair running gentle fingers through her dirty blonde tresses. With in no time she's fallen asleep, feeling safer and more loved in your arms then she ever did in Owen's.

#abby anderson #abby tlou #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x female reader #abby the last of us #˗ˏˋ꒰ 𖹭 my work 𖹭 ꒱ˎˊ˗

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armeenix · 1 year

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Aot characters when they see you at a party

Fluff!<3 slightly suggestive possibly !Fem! Reader

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CONNIE

•connie was eating snacks in the kitchen with jean and Sasha

•you and onyankopan walked into the kitchen so that he could introduce you to everyone and let me say when connie first layed eyes on you he almost dropped his food💀

•he couldn't help but look you up and down. You looked so fine in your outfit

•from the moment you sat down he tried his best to sound cool so he could impress you. He even went as far as trying to impress you with his Spanish but somehow he forgot how to say some things (his momma would not be proud 💀)

•eventually you and oyankopan got up so you could go meet the others. After you left Jean and Sasha would not stop making fun of connie

•he was so embarrased😭

•at the end of the night he went home disappointed at the fact that he didn't get your number but then his phone buzzed with a text that said, "hey this is the girl from the party I got your number from sasha✌️😗"

•this man almost squealed like a little girl when he saw that it was you that texted him lol

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ARMIN

•Armin was carpooling with eren and mikasa when they made a quick stop to pick you up

•when he saw you walk out your door his face immediately began turning a shade of red.

•when you got in the car and looked at armjn you noticed how red he was and asked him if he was sick or something💀 (he face reddened even more when you talked to him)

•"uh-uhm yea I'm good" he tried to make his voice deeper so he would sound more attractive (eren and mikasa noticed the change in pitch and tried their hardest not to laugh💀)

•the entire car ride he avoided looking or talking to you (he was so nervous😭)

•the entire night at the party he avoided you as best as he could, this man went to extreme lengths just to avoid you so he wouldn't embarras himself💀

•at one point you, eren, and mikasa walked over to check on him but he quickly stood up and claimed that connie needed his help in the kitchen

•imma be so honest, armin tripped like five times around you💀

•at the end of the night eren and mikasa claimed that they were gonna help clean the house so they were staying back, so that meant that armin had to drive you home

•he was a nervous wreck😭 he was tripping over his words, stuttering, his hands were shaking too💀

•when you arrived at your place you got out and quickly walked to his window. He rolled it down and look at you curiously. You leaned down and kissed his cheek before thanking him for driving you home and heading inside

•when you walked in the house he giggled like a child and ran his fingers through his hair

•that was his first time getting a kiss from a girl

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ONYANKOPAN

•he was not messing around

•from the moment he saw you walk in he was already walking towards you to go introduce himself

•he was not wasting any time💀

Y: can I ask your a question?

O: yea wassup?

Y: why did you come and talk to me so fast?

O: because you look amazing tonight and I wanted to make sure I talked to you before any of the others could

•you end up spending the whole night with him even after the party💀

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YMIR + HISTORIA

•ay listen if they both want you they both want you🤷‍♀️

•ymir and historia where sitting down on the couch when historia noticed you walk in

•immediately she brought ymirs attention to you

•Sasha, annie, and mikasa all walked over to the couch and introduced you to ymir and historia who were very excited to meet you

S: hey guys this is y/n! We're just kinda introducing her to everybody so she can get comfortable. Y/n this is ymir and historia

Y: uh, hey wassup

H: hi!

Ymir: hey

•you were lowkey nervous with how they were staring at you but in the end you ended up sitting on the couch and talking with them for most of the party

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HANGE

•neither you or hange remember how it happened but one minute you were being introduced to eachother and the next yall were upstairs, in a room, with barely any clothes on💀

•I don't even know what to say about hange bro like everything happened so fast that you don't even remember walking up the stairs and into a room with hange

•now does that stop what is occurring in that moment between the two of you?

•yeah no. Absolutely not, it's a confident no from me💀

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#drabble #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #hange x reader #shingeki no kyojin #ymir x reader #historia x reader #onyankopon x reader #connie x reader #armin arlert x reader #female reader #aot fluff

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, injuries, angst, mentions of drugs word count: 2.9k a/n: I’ve run out of things to say honestly just hope y’all won’t kill me atp

pov: matt

After giving Layla a change of clothes which consisted of a plain grey hoodie and the shorts Allie had left here which she now claimed as her own, I let her get comfortable in the corner of my bed with the bag of frozen peas pressed against her back. I sent my mom a message letting her know that Layla was staying over and that I'd be staying home from school tomorrow. My phone vibrated as soon as I put it on the bedside table and I picked it up to see a message from Nick in the group chat with him, Chris and me.

Triple threat

Nicolas she okay? 11:23pm

You yea she's just tired atm 11:23pm

Christopher do u want me to put the bandage on now so u guys can sleep 11:24pm

You yea we're not gonna go to school tmrw btw 11:24pm

Nicolas figured i'll msg nate 11:24pm

You thanks 11:25pm

"Chris is gonna come put the bandage on for you and then we can rest, okay?" I told Layla softly as I plugged my phone on charge and she nodded in response. A moment passed before I heard a soft knock on my door before it swung open, a tired-looking Chris appeared from behind it with medical tape and a clean gauze from the first aid kit.

"Hey, you feelin' any better?" Chris asked with his eyebrows threaded in slight worry and Layla sat up from where she lay on the bed with a shrug of her shoulders.

"A little," she spoke quietly and he gave her a comforting smile as he sat on the bed. She lifted the gauze away from her face and I turned on the light so Chris could see what he was doing better.

"The bleeding has stopped which is good," Chris mumbled as he looked at her face and grabbed the clean gauze, placing it over the cut, "Can you hold that while I put the tape on? Just so it doesn't move."

"Yeah," her voice came out in a whisper as she moved her hand up to hold the gauze. Chris quickly ripped off a few pieces of tape and stuck them around the gauze before he nodded.

"That should stay there overnight. I'll get some butterfly tape for it tomorrow and that will help heal it faster," he explained as he picked up a few things from the bed. A moment of silence fell into the room as Layla looked at Chris and unexpectedly, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Thank you," I heard her small voice mumble into his shoulder and he glanced at me in shock. I furrowed my eyebrows, making a hugging motion with my arms to silently tell him to hug her back. He quickly wrapped his arms around her torso, patting her back gently as he avoided the bruise on her lower back.

"Anytime," he said softly and I let out a breath, a weird sense of pride flooding through me at the sight of them somewhat getting along. Layla quickly pulled back and Chris grabbed the rest of his things off the bed before making his way to the door, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I gave him a fist bump as Layla gave him a small smile and he exited the room once again. I closed the door behind him before I locked it and made my way back over to the bed. I slipped out of my hoodie as I left my plaid pyjama pants on and my grey wife-beater.

"My back hurts," Layla whispered as I slipped under the covers and she immediately curled into my side, placing her head on my chest as I wrapped my arms around her, "Everything hurts."

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked softly as I traced my fingers against the cotton of the hoodie along her arm.

"I can't," she mumbled, picking at the lint of my shirt and I pursed my lips.

"Why not?" I asked, trying not to pry but when she looked like she'd been through hell and back, it was hard.

"It's too hard to explain," she sighed, sitting up as she slowly moved her arm up with a wince, running her hand through her hair.

"Can you at least try?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing as she pursed her lips and looked at the covers that fell over my lap, "I can't go to sleep not knowing how this happened to you, Layls."

She sighed, placing her hands over her face as she breathed for a moment. I placed my hand on her thigh gently before she lifted her head.

"Can I write it? It's easier than trying to explain it out loud," she asked and I nodded understandingly. I quickly jumped off of the bed, finding a random pen and a notepad. I climbed back under the cover before I handed it to her. She sighed, flipping over to a random blank page and beginning to quickly scribble.

I left my hand on her thigh as she wrote quickly along the page and I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing at the possibilities of how this could've happened. I don't know how long we sat there in silence, the only sound being heard was pen on paper and my laboured breathing before she tapped my hand that was on her thigh. I looked over to her to see her handing me the open notepad, the plethora of words surprised me but I grabbed it and began reading.

I don't really know how to explain all of this but after my mum left, my dad started mixing with the wrong people. It's gotten worse over the years and about 4 years ago, he got fired as a mechanic and started dealing instead. At first he kept me out of it but after a year he asked me to deliver to people for him every now and then. I've been delivering for him for 2 years and I've had run-ins with a couple of his regulars but they've never really done anything to me, only empty threats.

I didn't come over after school because I went to deliver to these guys my dad had only dealt with two or three times. Apparently they asked for more coke than what my dad gave them and they said this was the third time in a row. They said what they did to me was a warning for next time. I don't even know their names and they didn't give me the money so I don't know what to do because it will just make my dad more mad if I show up without the money.

I told my dad I only wanted to deliver to regulars because they are nice like Wes but these guys are nothing like anyone I've delivered to. They know I'm scared of them but they don't know that hurting me like this won't affect my dad in any way, it will only cause me more damage and I just don't know what to do anymore. I can't get out of it because if I do, my dad will kick me out and I'll have nowhere to go. If I stay and do deliveries, I'll probably end up like this again soon or worst case scenario, I'll be dead.

I just feel trapped and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I do all of this shit sooner, I didn't want you to get involved because this is something I've dealt with my whole life and I can't drag you into this. I'm just scared and I don't want to do it anymore, I want to be normal.

You make me feel normal.

I put the notepad down on the bed and I looked up at her to see her head was back in her hands. I felt helpless, I didn't know how to handle this and I knew none of my friends did either. I sighed, placing the notebook on the bedside table as I sat up, running a hand across my face to process what was happening.

How did I not know she was dealing drugs? Why didn't it click to me when she said she was dropping something off for a friend and came to me high out of her mind? Why didn't I ask sooner how she was getting money when I knew her dad didn't have a lot?

How could someone do this to my pretty girl?

"Are you mad at me?" she whispered, her voice small and shaky as I lifted my head from my hand. Her eyes were brimmed with tears as she held her torso, hunched forward to help the pain in her back.

"No baby," I furrowed my eyebrows as I lifted my hand, running it through her bleached hair that was quickly growing out and showing her natural brunette hair at the roots, "I'm just processing everything."

"I'm sorry," her bottom lip quivered as a few tears spilled down her cheeks and I tilted my head, using my thumb to wipe away the tears as she leaned into my touch, "I don't have anyone else to help me. I know it's not fair to you but I just don't know what to do anymore."

"Hey," I whispered, lifting her chin so she would look me in the eyes, "We'll figure it out, okay? I'll talk to Mia or something-"

"No," she interjected, shaking her head as she pulled away from my hand, "My dad will go to jail and then I'll go to jail and then everything will be fucked. You can't tell Mia, she'll ruin everything."

"She won't," I spoke strongly, knowing that if I talked to Mia she would be willing to help. Even if she didn't want to help Layla, she would do it for me, "If we can figure out how to make sure there's no evidence of you involved in this then you won't have to go anywhere."

"What about my dad?" she asked, her voice breaking as more tears slid down her face, "He's the only family I have."

"Baby," I spoke softly as I reached into her lap and laced her hand with mine, "I know you love him because he's your dad but he's not your family. Your family will care when you get hurt. You just said he will only care about the money and if that's the case, you need to know that him being in your life will only mean you're gonna get hurt more."

She shook her head reluctantly, more tears spilling out of her eyes as she mumbled, "No."

I could tell she was exhausted and all of her pent up emotions were spilling over in an instant. I just let her feel everything she needed to in that moment as I held her hand, running circles on the back of her hand with my thumb to let her know I was there.

"I want my mom," she croaked out before her body broke into a sob and my shoulders dropped. I immediately pulled her towards me as she cried into my chest and I held onto her tightly, her sorrow seeping into me as I felt my eyes prick with tears. I didn't let them fall, knowing I had to be strong for her and I couldn't let my emotions overrule anything.

We stayed like that for a moment before suddenly there was a gentle knock at my door and my eyebrows furrowed. Layla lifted herself away from me as she caught her breath and I kissed the top of her head.

"I'll check who it is," I told her gently and she nodded as she wiped her tears with the sleeve of the hoodie. I slid out of the bed before trotting to the door, unlocking it and opening it slightly to see my mother standing there.

"I saw your message. Is everything okay?" her tone worried and her eyebrows threaded in concern and I let my mouth hang open.

"Layla's just going through a lot right now, Mom," I told her quietly and she pursed her lips, glancing behind me.

"Can I come in?" she asked and I turned back to look at Layla, hesitant to show my mother how Layla looked in such a vulnerable state. Layla nodded as she sniffled, hugging her knees to her chest and I turned around, opening the door wider to let my mom inside. She stepped inside the room and I could feel the concern radiating off of her as she looked at Layla, "Oh honey. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Layla's voice was shaky and unconvincing as my Mom walked towards her. I closed my bedroom door to make sure no one else would come in as Layla hung her head low.

"Come here," my mother said gently as she opened her arms while she sat down on the bed and I smiled at her nurturing behaviour. Layla hesitated, looking over at me briefly before she curled into my mother's arms like a scared child. My mom engulfed her in her warmth, gently rubbing her back as Layla hugged her torso.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up," Layla mumbled as she pulled away from my mom and my mom shook her head with a comforting smile on her lips.

"I'd rather be awake to make sure you're okay," she told her softly, running a hand through Layla's dishevelled hair, "What happened?"

"I uh, some guys jumped me while I was walking home," she lied as she shook her head. I understood why she didn't tell my mom the truth, I wouldn't either now knowing the circumstances.

"Sweetheart, we have to file a police report," my mom told her and Layla immediately shook her head.

"I didn't see their faces. It would be no use," she conjured up another lie on the spot and it made me uneasy how quickly she would spin the truth.

"Does your dad know about this?" she asked and Layla pursed her lips as she shook her head.

"He's at work late. That's why I came here," she whispered and I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning against the wall beside my door and my mother glanced towards me, "I'm sorry for showing up like this. I didn't really have anywhere else to go."

"There's no need to apologise, honey. I'm glad you have my boy to take care of you," she gently ran her hand along Layla's bicep and Layla gave her an apologetic smile, "You stay here as long as you like, okay? We have plenty of room for you and help yourself to food."

"I couldn't ask you to do that," Layla denied her hospitality to which my mother unsurprisingly waved off.

"You're not asking. I'm offering," my mother insisted and Layla hesitantly nodded, picking at her fingernails nervously.

"Thank you," she whispered and my mom nodded, standing up from the bed before she walked over to me.

"We will talk about this tomorrow. Get some rest, the both of you," she said softly before she leaned up and kissed my cheek, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," I mumbled back as she opened the door before closing it behind herself and I locked it before making my way back to the bed, "I didn't think she'd wake up."

"Your mom is too nice to me," she pursed her lips with a frown as I slid under the covers, "I feel so bad having to lie to her."

"I know why you did," I leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple as she sighed, "Let's try to get some rest, pretty girl. We can talk more about it tomorrow."

She nodded as she curled into my side and I laid back on the pillows, pulling the covers over both of us as she sighed. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, holding her close to me as she steadied her breathing. She kept shuffling to get comfortable every now and then but eventually, I grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of me. She looked up at me, chin against my chest as her eyes scanned my face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes heavy as they met mine and I wrapped my arms around her back, careful not to touch the bruise.

“Stop apologising. You know I’m always here,” I answered softly, moving my right hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear and I got lost in the feeling of her against my skin, “My pretty girl.”

“My pretty boy,” she whispered back and my face couldn’t help but break into a smile. Her expression mimicked my own and I felt my heart swell knowing that even after all the shit she had been put through, I was still able to see her beautiful smile.

My mind was reeling with how to fix this, how to help her, but it all floated away when she rested her head on my chest as her breathing became one with mine and her heart matched the beat of my own. She shifted to get herself comfortable again and before I knew it, soft snores emitted into the air from her mouth.

I let my mind float away into all the possibilities on how to solve this. How to make sure she was safe. How to not have Mia fuck this up. How to tell Chris and Nick without making them flip out. How to make sure Layla had a place to stay with enough money to go to college if she wanted to. How to make sure her dad gets what he deserves for putting his own daughter in this position. How to get Layla’s mother and sister in contact with her again.

How to help her feel normal again.

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