#come over and let me smack you against the nearest wall

[tonycries]

Exes who…

Synopsis. Showing up to a party looking like that. What's a man to do when he just can't stay away?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, desperate boys, unprotected sex, NSFW, cunnilingus, pet names (my girl, babe), swearing.

Word count. 1.0k

A/N. This was supposed to be shorter, sorry lovelies. Art by @_3aem on Twitter.

Exes who know they should stay away, but one whiff of your perfume at some dingy party and he’s dragging you to the nearest bathroom. 

He’s pathetic, he knows, but right now he couldn’t give less of a fuck as he spreads you on that bathroom counter and dives face-first into your dripping cunt.

Greedily lapping at your juices, the taste of your pussy on his tongue was so addictive. Fuck, he missed this so much. 

He feels feral. Groaning lowly at the tug of your hand on his hair which hurts so good. He flicks his tongue harshly over your throbbing clit. More. He needs more.

“Hah- Fuck- Feels so good!”

“Yeah, jus’ like that, my girl.”

Making out with your pussy was almost as addictive as fucking you. You were a drug he couldn’t let up - he couldn’t get enough of. 

Nose-deep in your cunt, he tastes you over and over the way he imagined when he fucked his fist on those lonely nights.

Fingers digging into your thighs, he moves your legs so that they wrap around his head, bringing him impossibly closer to your hot core. He breathes over it - teasing - mouth watering at the sight of it getting wetter just for him.

He’s pretty sure your sinful moans and the squelching sounds could be heard above the overplayed pop on the other side of the door. Good, let them hear. It’ll teach that scrub outside that was eyeing you a thing or two about what he can’t have.

“Hngh- Baby, I’m gonna-”

Once you cum around his tongue, hips bucking wildly and clit catching on his nose as you ride his face, he thinks he’d be happy to die here if it was in-between your legs. 

A final peck to your quivering cunt - not a goodbye, no, he’ll be seeing this pretty pussy again - but a prelude for what was to come. 

Amidst heated kisses, he lets you taste yourself on his tongue as he hurriedly unbuckles his belt. Fucking trousers - they come with too many fucking buttons. He wants to feel you now. Have your wet cunt pulsing around his painfully hard cock as he gets drunk off of your pretty moans.

So he does.

He only has his flushed tip kissing your folds, but already feels like he’ll fucking pass out. He teases your entrance - willing himself to wait like he did all these past few months. This won’t be the last time - he knows - but he sure as hell is going to treat it like it is. 

“Tell me what you want, my sweet girl.” he huffs out, eyes boring into your dazed ones. Beautiful. You were always so beautiful.

“Please. I need you in me so bad.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Please, baby.”

Your lustful whimpers are what makes him snap. You were going to be the death of him. 

Fully sheathing himself in you, he fucks your pussy with a merciless cadence that has your nails digging into his shoulder at how painfully good you were stretched. Tight. So tight.

He feels himself losing his sanity as your cunt struggles to adjust to his size, walls clenching down on his throbbing erection. It’s animalistic - the way your pussy tries to suck him back in when he pulls out fully, only to ram inside you again.

“Shit- Pussy made jus’ for me. Only me.” he moans. 

One strong arm steadying himself on the counter, and the other with an almost-painful grip on your hip, he keeps up a pace that has his abs burning. Heavy balls stinging as they smack relentlessly against your ass. 

He bites down on your exposed neck to muffle the strangled groans ripping from his throat at the ethereal feel of your snug cunt - he needs to better drink in your fucked out yelps at his harsh thrusts.

His dick twitches inside when you start whining out his name as you reach closer and closer to your climax. He could do this forever. You were heaven on Earth.

In his hazy mind, he distinctly registers the jingle of the doorknob. Annoying fuckers can’t take a hint.

“Fuck off.” he barks out, “I’m fuckin’ my future wife in here.”

His heart clenches as you push your face into the crook of his neck in embarrassment. Pulling you closer to him in response - strings of slick and precum connecting you to him - he hopes whoever’s there up above strikes him down if he doesn’t wife you up. 

Ah…he’s so close.

There isn’t even a hair’s breadth between your two bodies as he fucks into you mindlessly, not even a trace of thought for the poor soul on the other side of the door. He’s got more important things to do - you.

“Baby- Shit. I’m so close.” your exhausted mewls are music to his ears. His balls tighten and cock aches for release. 

Teeth clenched and brows furrowed at how your walls were fluttering around him so perfectly, he grits out “Me too, my girl. Me too.”

Your legs tighten around his toned waist as your cunt clamps down on his thick length - sending both of you over the edge. 

He sees stars as he cums. Thick ropes painting your walls white and shaky whimpers of your name leaving his mouth like a prayer. You really were heaven on Earth.

Cum drips down the side when he slows down to shallow grinds of his hips, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into you. He releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he pulls his sensitive cock out of you.

With a long finger, he gathers the cum now slowly dripping out of you. Pooling it at his fingertips before popping them into his mouth, half-lidded eyes looking right into your fucked out ones. He moans around them as if tasting a delicacy, elated at the way your mouth drops in disbelief at his lewd act. 

He feels barely lucid as he snaps your panties back on you with a devilish grin and tucks himself back into his trousers. 

Unlocking the door to pointed looks he couldn’t care less about, he can’t keep his eyes off the alluring curve of your hips as you walk away back to the party - pretending like his cum isn’t making a mess of your panties right now. 

Dick twitching to life again, he pulls out his phone - unblocking you once more. 

– GOJO, Choso, Geto, Suna, ATSUMU, KUROO, Oikawa, Sakusa, JEAN, EREN

A/N. …Gimme a min I’m cooking up something for Suguru…

Plagiarism not authorized.

[catboyieejeno]

mark lee + domestic

♫ play love it by dean...

waking up on a late morning besides mark who, in his sleep, is subconsciously pressing his soft, pouted lips against your neck or shoulder, nose nuzzling into your warmed skin. he still hasn't woken up, which you realize when those same pouty lips part to let out a series of long and calm exhales. he rolls a little closer to you until minutes later, he eventually blinks his puffy eyelids open, smacking his mouth a few times like a baby does when first stirring awake.

it's too soon to wish you a good morning—he doesn't truly trust his voice to not betray him yet; instead, when your eyes meet for the first time today, the corner of his lips instinctively curve up into a dazed smile, and the hand that rests on your hip gives your flesh a little squeeze in a silent but sweet greeting.

cooking any meal consists of you moving around the kitchen as you gather and assemble your ingredients. meanwhile, mark follows you around, curiously and eagerly. he resembles a puppy trailing behind you. also has a habit of resting his chin on your head or shoulder to watch what you're doing; that, or he's leaning against the nearest structure whenever you linger for too long in a specific area. you're by the sink? he's bent over, resting his weight on his elbows to talk to you. you're at the stove? his hip is pressed into the counter and his arms are crossed, watching intently how you prepare the food.

after, he'll gladly do the dishes (since he isn't much help with the cooking part). the sole condition he insists on is that you have to sit on the countertop beside him and keep him company 'til he's done. he also gets to steal a kiss whenever he pleases, molding his lips over yours for a few seconds too long. he laughs when you scold him for getting distracted or wasting water, then mumbles his apology into your mouth, "m'sorry, baby! s'just hard to focus when you're here, sitting pretty for me,"

chores are usually left for the weekend, where the two of you take turns picking songs and adding them to a never-ending queue to get through the tasks at hand. the two of you are rather good at getting things done quickly, but the moment you plant a kiss on mark's cheek as you pass by, consider your work done for the day, regardless of whether you've finished or not.

you don't make it farther than a foot away before mark has dropped the rag he's holding in order to grab ahold of your waist. he dips his head down and kisses your lips so messily, longingly even, since the last kiss you gave him was not sufficient by any means. then again, he can never really get enough of you. mere moments later, you're pressed up against the wall with each of his hands at your hip bones, the tasks at hand long forgotten as his tongue eagerly explores your mouth.

its easy to get distracted with him, by him. grocery runs tend to be at least an hour longer than they really need to, because despite the fact that you've made a list of 5 simple items, the two of you navigate every aisle anyway and leave with a dozen other things. browsing for shows or movies turns into a conversation about actors and directors and soundtracks, and you never actually get around to picking something. if you do, the content is left unattended by you and mark, who giggle and mutter out jokes between the dialogue to get a smile out of the other, blazing touches left behind on warm skin.

you're undoubtedly his favorite person in the entire world—the one he looks forward to seeing at the start and end of each day, and the one he always tells good news to first. bad news, too. crashes through the front door and drops everything to bid you a warm hello as he rambles on about his day, or comes in and curls up next to you on the couch and expresses his recent frustrations. regardless of whether you give advice or just listen, your presence is soothing enough.

[aphrogeneias]

too close

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: smut (+18). friends with benefits. penetrative sex, anal play, teasing.

Your toes curl in your boots when you feel his fingers trail down your spine.

The soft fabric of the arm of the couch under your tummy digs into your skin, and the cold air coming from the open window is not the only thing making your skin tingle. Eddie is right behind you, the sound of his spiked belt coming undone and his zipper being lowered, the telltale sound of the condom wrapper being ripped with his teeth, going all the way to your aching core.

He runs the tip of his cock over your slit, up and down, and you hold your breath, waiting.

"Ready?"

A weak "mhm" is all that comes out. With it, a harsh slap is delivered to your right ass cheek, making it jiggle on his calloused palm. The moan that leaves your spread lips is not as weak.

"Use your words, angel. Yes or no?"

"Yes, Eddie. Jus' do it, please."

The boy chuckles deep in his chest as he sinks into your wet heat, leaking in anticipation down your thighs. Your hands grab the nearest cushion, and you hear Eddie hiss as you clench around his length, filling you inch by inch as he bottoms out.

“How could I forget how needy you are?”

You don't need to look back to know he's grinning like a devil, temptation incarnate. The divots of his dimples, the thick slope of his neck, his curls falling down his pale shoulders. You don't need to look because if you do, this will be over too soon.

“‘M not needy. You're just a tease.”

“No need to talk back, baby. I'll give you what you want.” He backs it up by grinding his hips into you, still buried to the hilt. You feel him deep inside of you, brushing that spot that has you creaming around him each time.

Each time you end up exactly like this, ending the night bent over his couch, on your back in his bed, and you don't, you're riding him on the front seat of his van when he takes you home.

There's a magnetism between the two of you. You never mean to — his hands, your hands, your bodies gravitate towards each other. Two heavenly bodies in each other's orbit, never too far, drifting too close.

Too close is never close enough.

Not when you spent the whole night side by side on that same couch, your legs over his, your friends unaware of how both of you were counting the minutes until they left and you could finally touch each other the way you crave the most.

Eddie keeps teasing you, stretching you on his cock until he pulls out again, all the way out, and all the way back in. He chuckles again when he hears you huff, impatient. “Tease. I know.”

You hold tight while he builds a punishing pace, drilling into you. Ringed hands holding your hips in place, throbbing inside of you as he drags himself in and out of your inner walls. He smacks the swell of your ass just to hear you moan louder, forcing those sounds out of you.

“Still needy, angel? What do you need more? Need me to make you come?” One of his hands travel higher, spreading you open for him, and you can't help but look back this time. His hair is falling on his face when you look over your shoulder, eyes fixated on the place where your bodies meet.

His thumb comes to press lightly on the tight hole of your ass, not enough to enter, but enough to make you even wetter, your pussy squelching around him. You squeeze your eyes shut at the new sensation. He keeps it there, his other hand squeezing your hip, drawing out a long mewl out of you.

Your head falls back onto the couch, feeling the coil on your lower tummy tightening and tightening. “Yeah. You like that, don't you? Knew you would.”

“Eddie…” You don't care how whiny you sound. “I… I'm…”

The sound of skin slapping against skin, and Eddie's own moans mix with yours. “Let go, angel. I'm right there with you. I'll fuck you in the ass next time, ‘kay? That what you want? But you need to come for me first.”

Your body goes smack against the worn couch as you come, arching your back, craving the heat of his skin against yours. He falls forward, on top of your still trembling body after he follows you down the precipice, and nuzzles his nose on the back of your neck, not caring about your hair.

His weight on top of you, the utter boy of his smell invading your senses. It's good, too good. Too close.

“You're crushing me, Eds.”

All he does is sigh, big and exaggerated, and not move an inch. “You love it.”

He has no idea how much.

[norrizzandpia]

Lacy (Part 2) (Lando’s Ending)

Summary: In which the two soulmates finally get together.

Warnings: language, sexual innuendos at the end, everything’s depressing for a bit

Note: SURPRISE YALL!!!!! I ended up staying home from classes today because I got my period and it hurts so fucking bad 😀 so anyways I took this time to write Lando’s ending and let me tell you THIS EATS so grab the popcorn and the tissues and strap in because this concludes the lacy trilogy 😭

LANDO POV

There’s a specific quiet in the wake of the moment when you realize you had been in love with your best friend for as long as you knew her. It’s a quiet that is not peaceful whatsoever. Rather, it’s a chaotic, loud, and painful quiet which twists your insides and makes you want to smack your head against the nearest wall.

That’s the quiet I experience when Luisinha walks into the room and I find myself wishing it was Y/n.

“We need to break up.” I stutter out, my brain not thinking as it dawns on me the confusion toward the feelings I had for Y/n was anything but that. I never should’ve felt confused because it was right in front of me. My love for her had always been there, lingering in the background as I admired her smile. To think I waited this long and pushed her this far away only to realize I needed her is something indescribable.

Luisinha’s face falls as she sits down beside me on the couch, “What?”

Shaking my head, I look in her eyes, “I’m so sorry, Luisinha, but I think I’m just not ready to be with you right now.”

“Because of her.” Her arms cross over her chest as she tilts her head, “So, when I asked you to choose between me and her, and you chose me, that was… what? Confusion?”

“No, I- It was…” I’m rendered speechless as I try to explain myself, “It was a dick move. I’m sorry. I never should’ve shut her out and I never should’ve treated you the way I did. When you asked me to choose, I hadn’t thought about the fact that she’s always been my best friend and she’s been there for me for longer than you have. This isn’t to say I didn’t love you or adore the time I had with you. It’s just me realizing that I’ve gone so long needing her and that will never change.”

Her somber nodding adds another knife to my heart, the amount tripling by the minute as she takes in another one of my mistakes, “You love her? Be honest this time, Lando. I know I asked you this same question after that night when Max and I found you two close on the Monaco street, but I need to know the truth. No matter how much it hurts. So, tell me. Do you love her?”

Sighing, I come to terms with it all, “Yes, I do. I’m not sure when it happened, but I think it’s always been there.”

“You loved her while you were with me?” Her teary eyes meet mine.

Water wells in my eyes, matching her brokenness, “I’m sorry, Luisinha. Truly, I never knew it for sure until I stopped talking to her after choosing you. If I would’ve known before having met you, I wouldn’t have dragged you into this. I’m regretful of how I handled everything, but I’m not regretful of you. I never will be. I hope you won’t be too.”

She shakes her head, “No, I’m not. It just hurts to know your boyfriend loves someone else and be told it’s not true, that you’re crazy, only to be proven right when he can’t go a second without her.”

I expel a breath, “I’m so shit for this. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to make it up to you.”

She gets up from the couch, grabbing her bag off the counter and making her way to the door, “I’m not the person you need to make it up to, Lando. You apologized to me, that’s enough. But, Y/n? There’s a lot of groveling needed to fix that fuckup you made.”

—

Walking into the McLaren Garage, I feel hopeful. Hopeful that when I explain the past few months to Y/n, that she’ll understand; hopeful that she’ll let me love her openly; hopeful that she’ll love me again.

The infamous papaya colors comfort me once more as I round the corner, going to the one place I know she’ll be.

Hospitality. Probably making friends with everyone she sees, knowing every soul that catches a glimpse of her is immediately enthralled and obsessed.

Just like I was.

My eyes land on her, in a white sundress that makes my world stop, and a smile graces my face at her laughter. My eyes wander to the person beside her, the one that had conjured the sweet noise out of her, and find Oscar.

My heart drops for a moment, but then plummets to my feet when I see his hand over hers on the table in front of them and her other hand wrapped around his arm as she tips back in her chair, still lost in the laughter. I stop in my tracks, observing their behavior like my life depends on it, trying desperately to figure out the depth of their partnership.

I must be standing for an awkwardly long time because Mark, Oscar’s manager, comes up next to me, a small, pitiful smile on his face as he states, “Weird, yeah? Everyone’s trying to figure out if they’re together or not. Apparently he was the only person she would see after you broke things off with her.”

The air in my lungs renders empty, completely leaving me and the rest of the life left in my body. My eyes dart over them, that comforting hopefulness draining from my being as they continue their conversation like it’s second nature.

I seem to drown in my emotions, not responding to Mark as he nudges me to a secluded corner of a random hallway. His hands on my arms, he dips down to meet me at eye level, “Lando, you need to pull it together. She’s finally getting better, do not ruin that for her. If she sees you fawning over her, that’ll confuse her and all the progress she’s made will go to shit. I’m begging you, do not screw this up.”

My mouth opens and closes as I try to form some sort of sentence, something to describe the crushing pain that has numbed me and taken things from me I never knew could be taken.

“I was going to try and win her back.” I mumble.

He immediately shakes his head, “Absolutely not. If it’s the last thing I say, do not get near her. You cause her unnecessary pain. At least do it for her, Lando. Leave her alone.”

“But, Mark-” I begin, but he’s quick to cut me off.

“No, Lando. Just, no.” At that, he lets go of me and walks off, as if he hadn’t just crushed specific dreams of mine and left them to die a slow death.

Cruelly, in the distance, I hear her laughing again and my heart shatters at my feet.

Knowing she laughs with him now, instead of me?

I will never come back from that.

—

“I tried calling her the other day. She declined it.” Max states, hands running through his hair as he looks at the screen and makes sure we’re muted.

My fingers hover over her contact under the table, but they don’t move to press it, too scared to really know the outcome.

“I do this everyday. It’s torture.”

The chat blows up on the screen as people ask what we’re doin that warrants muting, but both Max and I ignore it.

“Why don’t you just talk to her? I’m sure she wants closure too.” Max tries.

I shake my head, “She wants closure. I just want her.”

Max rolls his eyes, “So, tell her that.”

“She’s with Oscar!” I exclaim, throwing my hands out and confusing the viewers of our stream even more.

“You don’t know that!” He mirrors my position, both of us staring each other down.

Huffing, I shift back in my chair, turning the microphone back on and effectively ending the conversation.

Max eyes me as he vaguely states, “Lando, you don’t know. We both know you don’t know if that is correct or not. All we know is that they’re friends which they always have been.”

Messages from fans asking who we’re talking about, some getting it perfectly right as they suggest we’re talking about the dating rumors between Oscar and Y/n.

“I don’t want to talk about this with you anymore.” I dish out, tension arising in the room at my aggressive tone.

“Yeah, because we both know I’m right.” He smirks as if my feelings and this situation are entertaining.

“Fuck off, Max. I’m serious.”

Patting my back, he gentles his choice of words, “I know, mate. I know.”

—

MAX F POV

Knocking on her door, I clutch the chocolates in my hand in a death grip. I’m so nervous to see her, nervous that she’ll shut me out and never forgive me.

My mind’s loud and messy as the lock clicks and the wooden slab opens slightly, Y/n’s face peeking through.

When she catches sight of me, her fingers begin to push the door shut again, but my foot is quicker as it wedges in between it.

“Max,” She starts exasperatingly, “I’m not interested in talking to you.”

I nod my head, “I know, I know, but just hear me out, Y/n. You’re my best friend. Please.”

My pleading seems to work as she sighs and then opens her door, gesturing for me to come in. The foyer looks different and I’m not sure why until I realize it's because, whenever I would come over, I would see something of Lando’s strewn on the floor or bench. However, the only papaya I see now is a jacket which has Oscar’s name on it.

She seems to catch what my eyes have landed on, “He’s not here. He forgot that last night.”

My eyebrows rise, looking at her questionably, “Oh?”

She rolls her eyes, “Don’t push it, Max.”

Nodding, I follow her further into the house, still feeling weird that Lando’s presence isn’t blaring like it had been months ago. When we reach the kitchen, she sits down on one of the stools, moving the one beside her further out for me to take place in.

“Let’s settle this like adults then, yeah?” She gives a light smile, restoring hope inside me that she’ll give thought to my redemption.

Once I’m settled, I look her in the eyes and recite what I had practiced in the car, “I am so incredibly sorry for not being the true friend I should’ve been during the Lando situation. I should’ve been there for you, should’ve stood up for you and I never should’ve gone along with him and Luisinha pushing you out of the group. There’s only a few things I regret in life and this is absolutely one of them, the worst one by far. You have been nothing, but the greatest person to me ever since Lando introduced us. I should’ve met you with the same behavior, same loyalty, and I always said I would when it was needed, but when the situation arose, I fucking failed you miserably. You never deserved anything that was shoved in your face and I am so sorry I sat on the sidelines, letting it happen. Y/n, I miss you. I miss my best friend and I’m asking you to forgive me because I won’t fucking screw this up again.”

Her tears strike something in me, something protective as I pull her into a hug.

Her tears wet my shirt as she says, “Yeah, I didn’t fucking deserve any of that. You both were so shitty to me. I never did anything to you.”

I nod, running a hand over her back, “I know, I know. And I’m so fucking sorry.”

She pulls away, rubbing away her tears, “It’s not even you that hurt me the most. It’s Lando. I gave him everything and he still threw me to the fucking curb when it was most convienant for him. I hate him so fucking much, Max.”

I know what she says is false because I can see it in her eyes how much she yearns for him to tell her everything they’ve been tiptoeing around their whole lives. I see it in the way she doesn’t seek comfort in me, but in him, and I see it in the way she forgives me so quickly because the love she holds for me will never be as great as the love she will always hold for him.

“You don’t mean that.”

She stands up, frustrated, “Yes, I do!”

Walking over to her and grabbing her wrists, forcing her eyes to meet mine, I said pointedly, “No, you don’t.”

her resolve breaks completely and the tears wrack her body. Falling into me, she cries, “No, I don’t.”

—

LANDO POV

Seeing her standing below the podiums, in the crowd, cheering in her papaya colors is a type of pain I will always remember because I know she isn’t cheering for me.

She’s cheering for the man standing beside me, the man standing on the third place podium with a trophy in his hands as the Australian flag waves on the screen behind him.

P1 should feel better than this, but it proves to feel like absolute shit as the one thing I truly want isn’t even here to support me. The celebration is frantic and quick as I will myself to hold back the tears trying so hard to break free especially when Oscar leans over the railing to smile down at her, waving, as she screams louder, giving him the same smile she had given me multiple times when I was in the same position.

I watch her watch him, her eyes gleaming with pride. It’s hard to see her forget about me, shut out memories of her cheering for me when she probably gets Deja vu as she does the same thing for someone else.

For months, I’ve tried to mold myself into something she would miss, show only parts of myself on social media that would specifically call out to her, but, still, I’ve come up empty.

I’m bitter as we step back into McLaren’s headquarters on the paddock, and when Oscar tries to congratulate me, I dismiss him harshly. Shoving his hand off my shoulder and storming off to my room, wanting quiet, but not the quiet that only holds memories of her and all we could’ve been.

I’m with my thoughts for a few moments until there’s a small knock on my door. Standing up and going to open it, I’m about to tell off whoever has come to disturb my own personal hell, but when I catch a glimpse of her y/h/c hair, I’m quick to shut my mouth.

“I came to congratulate you.” She says, her voice quiet and unassuming.

There are tears in her eyes as she says, “I know we haven’t spoken, but I also know how much your first win means to you. I know how great you're probably feeling and I don’t want to disrupt that, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t tell you how proud of you I am.”

My voice quivers as my eyes go blurry, tears building up in them, “You think I feel good? You think I’m happy?”

Her nodding has me shaking my head, “No, Y/n, I’m not. I haven’t been since we stopped talking. This isn’t fun. Seeing you cheer for him, seeing you laugh at his jokes and stay by his side. None of this makes this win what we both thought it would be. This win will only be everything we chalked it up to be if you would listen to what I have to tell you.”

Her eyebrows furrow, “Lando, you stopped talking to me. You almost told me you loved me and then, the next day, just went fucking silent.”

I nod, “I know and I’m sorry, but she made me choose.”

Her eyes widened, “Luisinha made you choose between us and you chose her? Well, that’s fucking perfect, Lando!”

I shake my head vigorously, “No! Fuck. No, Y/n. That’s not how I meant it to sound.”

She puts her hands on her hips, jutting it out, and, usually, I’d laugh at the sassy pose, but, now, it just makes me want to hold her and kiss her, tell her how much I’ve loved her all this time.

“How’d you mean it to sound then, Lando?”

Groaning, I threw my hands out beside me, “I meant that, yes, I chose her, but after a few days, I realized that was a stupid decision because…” My eyes meet hers as I yell, “Because I fucking love you! I’m in love with you! I always have been. There has never been a time where I didn’t have the overwhelming need to have you be mine and I was just so confused by that feeling that I only realized it when you were gone. I broke up with Luisinha the second I figured my shit out and ever since then I’ve had to endure your happiness with Oscar! I’m so sorry for everything I put you through and the hurt I enabled that you never deserved, but it’s bull-fucking-shit, Y/n. I was going to do everything in my power to win you back and, not just as a friend this time, win you back, so we could finally be what we’ve always wanted to be. But, no! Just when I allowed myself to lean into the feelings I have for you, you got with Oscar and I’ve had to deal with the fact that I lost you to him this whole time. It’s worse than hell, Y/n. It’s worse than anything I’ve ever felt in my entire life.”

Her body visibly tenses, “Are you fucking kidding me, Lando?! Oscar and I aren’t together!”

My mind goes quiet, “What?”

She scoffs, “We were never together! He was helping me get over you! Which proved to be hard because I haven’t yet.”

I shake my head, utter annoyance at my own stupidity, “So, that was never a thing?”

She throws her head back, “Oh my fucking god, Lando, if I didn’t love you, I’d kill you. No, we were never a thing. Oscar was just the one friend I had during the dark part of my life where I tried to move on from you.”

My jaw dropped as I looked at her, my brain trying to form some kind of response, “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

She nods, “Yeah, you fucking should be. You took so long to realize your feelings for me and then took longer because you read into something that always has been and always will be platonic.”

I drop my head down, but it’s moved up when her hands cup my chin and force my eyes to meet hers, “Lan, why’d you make it so complicated?”

Shaking my head, I exhale, “Because my feelings for you are complicated.”

She smiles lightly, “No, they aren’t.”

I mirror her smile, “No, they aren’t. They’re as clear as day. I love you.”

Her giggling restores the life into my body I lost all that time ago, “Say it again,”

Her wish is my command, always, “I love you.”

I continue to say it softly as I lean down, my hands winding around her hips and pulling her into me as I kiss her. Our first kiss seems to be the best one I’ve ever experienced as her touch glides across my neck and my hands grip the skin of her back after having pushed their way under her shirt. It’s soft and slow, representing the love we found between us. When she pulls away, her face millimeters away from mine, she asks, “Does this make your first race win everything you thought it would be?”

I chuckle, kissing her once more before pulling her into my room and shutting the door, “Yes, but I have an idea of how you could make it even better.”

Her eyebrows rise as my hands begin to move her shirt up and off her body, “Yeah?”

Taking in the start of her bare, gorgeous body, I nod slowly, smirking mischievously, “Oh, yeah.”

[ghouljams]

ANOTHER FASHION HISTORY NERD!!! YOU MAKE ME CRY TEARS OF JOY!!!

I hate seeing a period piece and then: ‘he pulled her panties down’ it gives me the ick… pantaletts are a sexy concept! Just get through all the ribbon, silk and lace of her skirts? There’s no barrier, it’s sexy! It’s like crotchless panties but, better… idk why it’s better but, it is.

(I love those novels!!! ‘titillate’ is a funny word and very accurate to use as a descriptor. It feels like a cross between giggly and turned on, y’know?)

Lord Mactavish is so *sigh* … just picturing him in any way shape or form… when they’re actually married he takes her (us) back to his mansion? Chasing her through the manor house; through the winding halls… taking her (us) against the carpet until your knees are covered in rug burn. (I picture the massive mansion from the secret garden)

(Servants are scared to roam at night. It’s too awkward to look your lord and lady in they eye after seeing that)

When you go to get your dresses for the season, he comes with. “Leave extra room- need to alter it for her pregnancy soon.” You’re not pregnant. He intends to fix that and parade you around at every gala.

On god I am staring at period undergarments just to make sure I'm not misremembering when pantaletts became a thing lol. They weren't popular during the regency period so we can just pull the skirts up (drool) It's so much better than crotch-less panties you're right.

You're fucking doing something to me... Lord Mactavish parading you around at every gala, he knows full well that not everyone thinks it's proper to have you out and about when you're showing, he also knows that he's supposed to be using euphamisms. He still settles a hand on your stomach and proudly announces that his wife is "bred just like she's supposed to be" which gets him smacked and gets you fucked in whatever room he can get you into quickest. Grrrrrr I want him.

More Bodice Ripper Soap...

He likes this little game you play, you know he does. Barely married, and he's taken every opportunity(on every surface) to make sure you remember it. You can hear him whistling through the corridors of his manor, letting you know where he is at all times. It's also a warning to any servants still awake and busying themselves about the place. Your heart hammers in your chest as you press yourself back behind the door of the study. You know he saw you come this way, you made sure to close and open various doors along the way to try and throw him off.

It's funny, the anticipation of being caught makes your stomach heat, makes wetness slick your thighs. It's terribly improper, being chased through the house by your husband, you can't even remember what sparked it this time. He'd said something, he always says something, and you'd called him exactly what he is, a rake, a bodice ripper. He's laughed, mirthful and dark as the night outside your windows. Then he'd done just that, gripped your nightdress between two hands and ripped it open. Even now you're clutching it closed over your chest, feeling the frantic flutter of your heart under your fingers, and pretending it doesn't do something sinful to you.

The whistling comes close, you turn your head to peak through the crack left by the hinges. Your husband in all his glory, still in his hunting clothes, you half expect to see him carrying his gun or rope. His hands are lax by his sides as his eyes sweep the hall. He slows by an open door and turns to investigate. You're careful, quiet, as you make your way around the door, eyeing the room nearest you.

You can't stay here, not if he's stopping to look around. Your best bet is running, and hoping he doesn't catch you coming out. You tiptoe to the next room, press yourself to the wall and listen for Johnny's whistle. You close your eyes tight and hear him wander into another room. You take a steadying breath and poke your head out again, determined to make a run for it.

You dart past the next door, or try to. Johnny catches you by the throat, his thick fingers curling menacingly around your neck as you come to an abrupt halt. Your hands fly to his wrist and his grip tightens ever so slightly. "Caught you," He growls, "Shouldn't run from your husband, love." You're pulled against his chest, and bullied to the ground. He's not gentle putting you on your knees, but at least he has the compassion to follow you.

Compassion that flies out the window when his hand leaves your neck and grips your hair tight, pushing your face to the hall's carpet as he pulls your skirt up. You choke feeling his fingers prod your sopping cunt. Johnny makes a noise, a soft, pleased sound that has heat prickling over your skin. He drags his fingers through your folds, collecting the slick, enjoying the heat, before his touch leaves you. You squirm without meaning to, your hips moving to follow his fingers. He hums, fabric rustles, and then you hear him slicking his cock with your wetness.

"Fuck this pussy," He leans over you, forces you to take his weight, the blunt head of his cock teasing your entrance, "tell me she doesn't want me, that you don't love this."

You can't, it wouldn't be true, and he knows it. The best you can do is try to hide your face, nearly impossible with Johnny holding your hair so tightly, and whimper, "Can't."

"Can't what hen?" Johnny coos, "Can't tell me? Or can't take it?" You shake your head against the carpet, try to, at least. Johnny releases your hair, his hand moving to grip your hip hard enough to bruise instead. He ruts against you, his cock just catching at your entrance before slipping back over your slick folds. He presses his forehead between your shoulders. On another man it might be an almost tender gesture, but on Johnny it rings alarm bells in your head. "I'll make it fit," The smile in his voice makes your eyes roll back, "don't worry."

The tip of his cock presses more insistently against you, pushing into your cunt. Your back arches, your nails clawing the carpet as you gasp and whine. He stretches you open on his cock, the heat of his skin burning the same way the stretch does, like he's hoping he'll reshape you for himself. He shushes you, keeps you held tightly in place as he rocks his thick cock into you. You shake and shiver under him, knowing it only spurns him on. There's nothing you can think of that turns this man off of you, he seems annoyingly predisposed towards finding you charming.

Though perhaps charming isn't the right word. Tempting. No, tempted men don't always give into their wants. Your husband has never restrained himself around you, tempting you are not, you're magnetic, destined to attract the Lord Mactavish at every crossing.

You clench on his cock, feel his hips press against your ass, feel every tantalizing inch of him. You feel his teeth ghost over the back of your neck as he drags his cock out of your cunt. "Scream for me wife," He tells you,

and you do.

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Fangs - Vampire!Johnny x You

Content warnings - squirting, blood drinking, dub-con(?), alcohol, blood mentioned, biting, mating press, cream pie, multiple orgasms

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How you found yourself working on a task force made up of only vampires as a human was unknown to you. At the start, you hated it. Vampires didn’t get good reputations and for good reason. Those first few missions with them had really opened your eyes up to how utterly useless you would be up against them.

Impossible strength and speed, all sense doubled and depending on the age, disregard for the norms of mortal human kind. You had walked on eggshells for nearly two months until Soap and Gaz invited you out for drinks after you had hit an excellent shot.

It shouldn’t have surprised you when Soap had sat himself next to you in the booth and spent the rest of the night pushing every barrier. It turns out even young vampires were pushy against the norms. Or maybe he was a flirt. It's hard to tell with vampires. Soap’s thumb rubbed the soft skin of your inner thigh, far too close to your panties for any kind of excuse to work.

Not that you minded after a few drinks. Gaz whistled when Soap had pulled you onto his lap and smashed his lips against yours with such all consuming hunger it caused arousal to pool between your legs. He had pushed his tongue into your mouth and let out a low groan at your taste.

His hands wandered up your skirt and grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing to the point you smacked at his hands. He chuckled against your lips as his tongue kept exploring your mouth. When he was sure you were sufficiently breathless he trailed his sloppy kisses from your mouth, across your jaw and down your neck.

Your hand curled in his messy mohawk as he continued to ravage you in a pub with Gaz watching. “Mmm Soap- you gotta-” Your body froze when you felt the sharp end of his fangs barely graze your skin. You swallowed as your hands turned shaky.

“Gottae what lass?” Soap asked, a cheeky grin on his face. “Come off it lass.” Soap said when he noticed your reaction and he rolled his eyes. “I wouldnae drain ye dry. What's the fun in tha’?” He asked as his eyes were drawn to the way your throat bobbed when you swallowed. “Wouldnae turn ye either. Just trust me.” He purred as he squeezed your ass again.

You nodded and a wicked grin spread across his face before he pushed you off his lap. “Come on.” He said and grabbed your hand.

He didn’t even take you to a motel, just drove to the nearest dark parking lot and turned off the car before he crawled into the backseat and patted his thigh. You didn’t need verbal orders to follow as you clambered after him and situated yourself on his thigh. The kiss he initiated was just as mind blowing as the last. He entangled his tongue with yours and groaned at whatever he tasted from you. He pulled your shirt down and pushed your skirt up to bunch up around the top of your thighs. “Fuck lass,” He groaned as he kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

He trailed his kisses down to your shoulders and you gripped his shoulders when his fangs penetrated your skin. It burned like ice and you could feel something enter your veins before something else entirely took over. You could vaguely feel that burn but your body nearly melted into his lap. It lasted only as long as his fangs were in you, which was long. Blood dripped from the two little sounds that he lapped up like a dog. “Ye taste so good. Knew ye would.” You wondered how long he had been wanting to sink his fangs into your flesh.

The bite marks were many and he only finally drank from you properly when you folded in half in the back of his car. His fingers still coated in your slick and cum held one of your legs against your chest while your other leg was supported by his shoulder. His cock slid out of your velvety walls slowly at first. His head hung between his shoulders as he watched the scene before him, as he watched the way your cunt pulled him back in.

You moaned each time his cock slid brushed against your g-spot until you screamed when he angled your hips slightly and he hit the spot dead on. He groaned deep within his throat as you clenched down on him like a vice. He leaned down and licked and sucked at your breasts.

He dragged his tongue between the valley before he flicked your nipples with his tongue. You shuddered each time he would tease them with one of his fangs and dug your nails into his skin when he sank his fangs into the flesh of your breasts. The feeling washed over you again and you anticipated him to remove his fangs just as the bliss started but he didn’t. He gulped down your essence with a fevor of a starved man- or vampire in this case.

“Soap! Oh my god.” The drug that his fangs gave you amplified each thrust from him, it made the blinding pleasure each time he slammed into your g-spot increase tenfold. You arched your back into a nearly painful position when the orgasm slammed into you like a train.

He didn’t remove his fangs from your plush breast and kept pistoned his hips in and out of you even as another orgasm slammed into you. You didn’t know he kept going, he didn’t even drink after the second but kept his fangs embedded in you.

At least you didn’t know until you felt a different sensation build. “Soap! W-Wait! That- that doesn’t- NGH-” You clawed at his back as whatever was building inside you cracked a little and you felt a liquid land against his abdomen and dripped down to your tight asshole. Soap growled when he felt that and kept going even as his fingers dug into the seat from holding back his orgasm. “Soap please! I can’t anymore! Please!” The persistence was answer enough.

You squirted again and again, each time the crack within you getting bigger until he removed his fangs from your flesh and you cried out. You kicked and flailed as it all came crashing down and you released against him one more time. He groaned into your ear as he filled you up with his sticky white cum. “Fuck lass.” He groaned.

When you looked at yourself in the mirror the next day, you were covered in hickeys and bites. You could still feel the tremors from last night echo through your body as you stared at yourself. Soap smacked your ass as he leaned over your shoulder, “Ye know LT is gonnae want a taste too.”

[sanakimohara]

OMG,, what????? pls do consider making it a series (tear you apart) i.n,, omoo

“TEAR YOU APART” Y.J. Pt. 2

Uhm….i haven’t decided a good plot for this one but here’s a Drabble for it ig 🖤 I’m not giving up on this idea though. 🖤

[ MDNI ]

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Why wouldn’t he just leave you be?…

You’d asked him nicely, time after time, yet Jeongin would only hurt you more.

It was a constant cycle of confusion, underlying excitement, and misery…

All because he hated you.

Jeongin made his feelings clear to you every time your paths crossed. He despised your existence, got off to crushing it under his foot, and refused to give a straight answer as to why.

You had no idea what you’d done to him, fishing for reason in his despicable actions but constantly coming up with nothing. 

You’d done absolutely nothing to him…

Yet, he hated you like no other and would take every chance he got to remind you.

No one could blame you for hating him back, and at the very beginning of your spiteful encounters, you did, in fact, despise him, but over time, a twisted sense of pleasure crept in over your disgust for Jeongin. Some inexplicable adrenaline rushed your blood more often than straight fear of him.

You were sick in the head -that much was clear- but it was hard not to welcome his attention in any form you could get it.

Fighting him brought out the worst in you, uncovering all your masochistic tendencies and drawing his underlying sadism into the open for you to see.

Only you. 

No one else seemed to see past his tender exterior, eloquent words, and energetic personality. He wrapped everyone around his finger, masking his deep-seated depravity in the public eye with innocent smiles and kind words.

It was such a contrast to the man he became the moment you two were alone.

You wished for the day he’d realize that hurting you wasn’t the only way to show his most accurate colors -that loving to cause another pain in hopes of releasing his own had other solutions.

Today wouldn’t be that day, unfortunately for you…

Jeongin had isolated you from everyone again, saying he needed your help and could only count on you to fix his problem.

As much as you wanted to rip your hand out of his grasp, stand your ground, and tell him off for interrupting your peace, you decided against it since his grip on your smaller hand was iron-tight.

He was angry….at what or who you didn’t know, but he clearly had something on his mind.

A lump formed in your throat at the realization, and your mind raced to devise a way to escape the situation without causing a scene. You were having such a good day, and five minutes alone with Jeongin would inevitably ruin or complicate it.

For once, you wanted a typical, non-confrontational day.

“Let go of me!” You grit through your teeth, attempting to drag your hand out of his larger one while planting your feet on the ground. Jeongin chuckled at your futile gestures, spinning on his heel to face you with an oddly sweet smile, and you froze as the space between your bodies waned.

He was way too close, and though there wasn’t a single person in the hall, you felt as if the world had a front-seat view of you breaking underneath his stare.

Jeongin lowered his head, eyes narrowed at your fearful expression as he backed you into the nearest wall. “Let you go?…” he repeats your demand as if it were a question, tilting his head as the words roll off his tongue and his smile gives way to a subtle smirk. You nod timidity, throat too dry to speak, and your chest tightening with anxiety as he places his free hand on the back of your neck.

You wince when he presses on the nerves there, knowing how badly it hurts you and using the pain as leverage to keep your eyes fixed on his.

“J-Jeongin, you’re hurting me-“ you whimper helplessly as he grips your neck harder, nearly smacking your head into the wall, but thankfully, he’s kind enough to avoid that injury.

He has other ways of harming you…less noticeable and consequential…

“I don’t care.” He seethes, repositioning his hands so one fist a handful of your hair while the other runs right up your skirt to take its place inside your dampening lace panties. “And would you look at that….my little bitch likes it anyway?” Jeongin grins as your slick coats his fingers, a clear sign that your body is betraying your words and encouraging him to carry on.

A whine leaps from your throat, feeding his ego., and tearing yours to shreds. “Don’t touch me there…stop…hah…mmm!” You try again to wriggle out of his hold, unconsciously molding your body to his and rolling your hips to cause more friction between his palm and your budding clit. 

Fight him back for once...

Your brain screams, warming after warning, trying to get your body to cooperate with logic, and for a split moment, it works.

Your knee lifts to push his hand away, the last move you have left to defend yourself, but Jeongin doesn’t budge. “Fuck! Jeongin l-let me go!” You raise your voice, halting a moan in your chest as he disregards your protests and vindictively pushes his index and middle finger past your fluttering walls.

“You’re still so tight…even after what I did to you last time?” He coos at the snug warmth your cunt envelopes his digits in, sucking them further into you as he pumps his hand at a leisurely pace. You can’t hide the blush on your face any longer, maintaining a disgusted glare despite feeling the pleasure prickling your spine. He shouldn’t be allowed to do this -you really shouldn’t be letting it happen either- but it was a mind-numbing form of torture for you both.

“Please…stop…” you mewl, desperate for release and agitated with yourself at the same time. Jeongin curls his fingers forward, swirling around an exceptionally spongy area in your cunt, and you jolt in his hold as he abuses it. Jeongin presses his forehead to yours, smiling wide as words allude to you and reluctant moans replace them.

He was getting into your head already, churning it into a needy mush with the stretch of his cold fingers in your cunt, spreading it wide while circling his palm on your clit in a rough pattern.

“My dumb bunny is gonna cum soon…” Jeongin whispers against your lips, picking up the pace of his hand fucking into you and giggling when you bit back a whorish cry. He knew you too well,l and like clockwork,k your cunt clenched on his fingers, cum gushing down his wrist and your inner thighs seconds later. You opened your mouth to shout, sob, or simply make a sound akin to a cry for help.

Help from what you weren’t sure anymore…

Indeed, no one would think you were in any danger with Jeongin. Not even as he slapped your dripping pussy so hard you groaned and teared up, laughing so sweetly in your face as if he’d merely told you a joke and wasn’t humiliating you for his entertainment.

Jeongin rubbed and cupped your cunt for a moment, playing with your wet folds to overstimulate you and edge another climax from your shaking form. His cock was rock hard, gently pressed to your thigh as he leered over you. Every labored breath you took made him twitch, eliciting groans from deep within his chest and slowly rebuilding your desire to come again.

“Get off,” you hiss, dazed but clinging to a sense of control as the hand he had in between your thigh moved to your hip, his thumb drawing unrecognizable shapes on your skin as he stared down at you through his lashes. “Make me…” he snaps back, smirking as you scoff and try to push him off with both hands on his chest. He doesn’t budge once, pressing into you harder and effortlessly catching your wrists with his free hand.

For fucks sake!

Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?!

Maybe if you head-butted him, he’d step back enough for you to sprint away, but you highly doubted you’d hit him that harshly without hurting yourself in the process.

So you settled for spitting profanities at him as he tried to hold you still against the wall. “Fuck you, Jeongin! I’ll fucking scream again if you don’t-“

“Slap”

Your head flew to one side as he slapped you, a crisp hit across your cheek to quiet you down, and your lips immediately pursed as tears built in your eyes. Jeongin held your face up with a grip on your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he glared into your watery gaze.

“Do it. Go on, scream, darling. I wanna hear you…”

Ice-cold tension flooded your veins as the words left his mouth, mind going blank as he continued to bait you, “What? Are you suddenly too stupid to speak now? Open that pretty mouth of yours and fucking scream…”

He held your face tighter, his own so close to yours he could kiss you, but Jeongin ensured that never happened. You failed to formulate a response, turned on simply by him calling your bluff, and the fuzzy look in your eyes was a dead giveaway to him.

You liked it when he threatened you….

“You sick little bitch….is this getting you all excited again?” He laughs rather loudly, making you blush harder and avert your gaze to the floor.

Jeongin beams a smile at you, ducking his head just enough to look into your eyes as he continues to talk down to you.

“You can tell me the truth, or better yet…” he released your wrists and jaw, gripping your forearm before checking the surroundings and beginning to walk.

You gulped as he dragged you with him, knowing his objective was to find an abandoned room. He shot you a sly look over his shoulder, fox eyes swirling with mischief as yours filled with apprehension, “…I can find out myself since dumb bunnies don’t know how to speak up when told to.”

“M’ not a dumb bunny…” you mumble as he tugs you into an empty conference room, locking it behind before shoving you towards the nearest table.

“Oh, is that so?”

You nod with a determined look on your face, almost succeeding in holding firm in front of him but quickly losing confidence as he picks you up and sets you on the cool tabletop.

He steps between your sticky thighs, hands busy with undoing your blouse and groping your curves from top to bottom. His eyes travel over you, tongue poking his cheek as he kneads your breasts until you moan softly and squirm for more.

“Guess I need to fix you again, hm? Fuck you dumb and stuff that worthless pussy of yours full of cum too….”

“Mhm,” you whimper in agreement, eyes rolling as Jeongin tugs your shirt off, tossing it to the floor before diving in to mark up your exposed cleavage.

You feel his smile on your warm skin, his breath fanning your neck as trails far as love bites to your shoulder. “You’re too easy…way too easy…” he muses, guiding your hands to undo his jeans and pump his cock with the precum leaking from the tip.

“S-Shut up and fucking me already….” You snap at Jeongin, and he simply laughs breathlessly in response.

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Fun fact: One of my nicknames growing up/currently is Foxi and so I’m always partial to Jeongin and his fox like personality. 🖤 He’s just so cute but sly and I relate to him so much! I love himmmm! 🦊🖤

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

Like you can’t tell me this doesn’t scream “I’m a trickster but I’m cute so you can’t dislike me ;)” ?!?! 🦊🖤 Credits to creator! 🖤

[sinnamorolly]

Simple Request

18+, plus size reader, toji is beefyyyyy, use of princess, spitting, crude language, grinding, light smut tbh, unedited, (this was my first time writing in a while so feedback is greatly appreciated🫶🏾 )

“youre not picking me up toji.”

your boyfriend raises his eyebrow at this. he’d been trying to convince you to let him carry you around for the day after disclosing that your feet had been hurting from work. of course treating you like a princess for a day is the first thing that came to toji’s mind. although you knew he just wanted an excuse to have his hands on your ass. but seeing as no man had ever even tried to pick you up, you had already come to the conclusion that being carried around and jumping on your man was just something you couldn’t do. so now youre stuck sitting at your kitchen barstool in nothing but some panties and a t shirt waiting for toji to drop it so you could finish the cleaning you had planned.

“look baby,” he puts his hands on your bare thighs and pushes them open, stepping in between them to get even deeper into your space. he wraps one thick arm around your back and brings his other hand to your face. “I won’t drop you, i promise i can handle it. i’m a pretty big boy” he throws you a playful wink while flexing a massive bicep. you bite your lip while contemplating his words. even still, theres still a hint of insecurity in the back of your mind.

toji can see all the thoughts running through your pretty little head from his simple request and decides to help you make your decision. he moves so fast you dont even comprehend that hes holding you in the air til you scramble to wrap your limbs around him.

“Toji what the hell!” you move one hand to smack him on the chest. His body rumbles with laughter as he watches your little hand swat at him.

“you were talking too long to make up your mind beautiful” you narrow your eyes at him but end your attacks nonetheless. you begin to take note of his proximity to you, realizing that your pussy was right against his dick, your clothed tits pressing into his bare chest. you start to feel hot, as being this close to your man always made you, his scent almost intoxicating.

“so you picked me up, now what?” you question him. he gives you a sinister smile before walking you both over to the nearest wall. he gently presses you against it and leans in to place kisses on your exposed throat.

“Toji wait” but your voice is too breathy for either of you to believe you want him to stop. he hums against your skin as he licks and bites his way up to your ear. his breath is warm against your ear “grind that pussy on me pretty girl, don’t be shy” his deep voice goes right to your already dripping core. you begin to wind your hips against his, feeling his stiff erection through your thin panties. his head lowers to catch your lips in a heated and sloppy kiss. his tongue sucks yours into his mouth while your muffled moans vibrate through both of you.

your eyes widen as your boyfriend shifts to hold you with one arm while using support from the wall. his other hand comes up to grab you roughly by the throat, lightly squeezing. “open.” you follow his command instantly, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. he moves his hand up to use his thumb to pin your tongue to your chin. he spits right onto your tongue and immediately leans down to lick it right back off, your tastebuds dancing across each others. you let out a needy whimper as he grabs your face and detaches his mouth from yours but still holds you close enough that your lips brush. “you’re being so good for me princess, now” he moves his hand back down to your throat and cuts your air off completely, making your brain go fuzzy. “take my fucking dick out so i can put it in your stomach”

[the-weeb-of-the-uchiha]

Teacher Wet Dreams

You were an ordinary Highschool student. Your favorite subject was ELA not only because it was easy but because of your teacher. He was the most Beautiful man on earth. It was like he came from heaven. All the female students called him an angle .

You were siting in your room doing your homework nodding off. You decided to take a 10 minute break. You set your alarm on your phone as you laid down on the bed. Closed your eyes. You suddenly woke up at school.

" Y/N your finally here its almost time for your tutoring."

It was your ELA teacher Gojo. He was holding a blank book. Wearing a white buttoned down shirt with black pants. it was out of the ordinary. You were confused but not mad.

" I must be lucid dreaming again " You thought to yourself.

"Hurry up darling." He said with a smirk on his face.

You were shocked 😲. That was not even the word that could describe the way you felt. Baffled is more like it. All you could do is stand there in a daze.

He walked over to you and placed his hand on your waist. You tried to pull him off but his grip was strong. The more you protested the more clingy he got. In the end you gave up.

" Y/N darling lets get your lesson started." He said suddenly smacking your ass.

"Egh, Why did you do that !" You let out.

" That's you punishment darling. If you disobey me or I have to repeat myself I will smack your ass." He said as he took you over to his desk. He sat down and stared at you for a moment. silence Filled the empty classroom.

"Bend Over on the desk" He said with a smirk across his face.

" What the hell te-" You were suddenly cut off by him. SMACK You covered your mouth trying not to let out any sounds.

" Are you disobeying me Y/N?" He said after smacking your ass.

" N-No teacher" You said while figiting with your fingers.

You began to bend over.

"Not over there. Get in front of me and do it." He said as he uncrossed his legs.

You walked around to the front of him and bent over his desk. You felt so embarrassed. Your face was so red you wanted to jump the nearest cliff. You decide not to go to school tomorrow. All of a sudden you felt something hot down on clitoris.

"What are you doing?" You shouted

"Calm down darling. Just relax and enjoy it." He said as his tongue entered.

"Agh agh uhh tea- teacher stop" You Moaned.

You could hear him slurping you like a drink. Between his tongue rubbing against your walls and the sounds you both made while he was eating you out. It brought pleasures to your mind. You just let go. Before you knew it you had climaxed.

More I want more" You moaned.

He took his tongue out of you. He flipped you over on your back to see you a complete mess. Your body was hot. Face red with slob running down your mouth and tears in your eyes.

"So your finally coming around darling."You know you look so pretty a mess in your uniform. It really turns me on." " He said wiping your juice from his mouth.

He unzipped his pants to reveal his large dick. It woke you up from the daze you were in. You could not belive the size. You looked at him while he pushed his hair out from his face. He opened your legs out and started rubbing his dick against your wet pussy.

" Darling you know I just want to ram it in. Can I ?" He said

You looked at his face and your stomach twisted itself in a knot. His hair was slicked back in a mess and his eyes looked at you as if he was a beast. As if he wanted to devour you whole. This look only made you want him more.

"Yes. Yes you can." you said.

You cold see the visible shocked look on his face. That quickly changed to a wide grin. He placed his hands in between your thighs and forced his dick deep into your pussy. He made your eyes roll back and your joints stiffen.

"Ah yes right there darling just loosen up a bit" He said as he picked you up. He sat in his chair with you on his lap. You could feel his dick even deeper than before.

Teacher *pants* This position. You moaned

"You like that don't you the way it goes deeper. If you like it so much I'll go a bit further. He said

He suddenly bit your left nipple while moving your hips up and down. It felt so good that you started rocking you hips by yourself. Seeing his face buried in your chest made you even more excited then before.

"Teacher do you know how sexy you look right know.'

" You seem to be more comfortable with this now. Saying lewed things and even moving your hips." He said

You tightened around his dick.

" Ahh" He moaned

"You made me cum so soon" He pouted

That's what you get. You grined holding his face in your hands

"Make sure you come to school tomorrow or you won't h=get another lesson. He said as he took you off of his dick.

"I'll be sure to attend " You said with a smile

You suddenly woke to your alarm clock for 6:30 am. You couldn't believe you missed your 10 minute alarm. So you hurried to finish your homework and got dressed. Walked out the door so refreshed. You had made it too school a little early. You decided to hang out at your locker.

"Y/N darling your here early. Did you have sweet dreams?"

It was the teacher who had invaded your dream last night. It was strange he just happened to have on a buttoned down shirt and black pants.

" Yes I did" You replied

"That's good see you at class"

[chaotic-mystery]

how about 85 from the smut list... "there are PEOPLE outside this door!" and 88 or 99 (I can't recall which is which) "these walls aren't soundproof, you know?" and the last one is the same vein, something about being quiet. Still, brings to mind being fucked up against a wall or on a pool table in a tucked away room at a bar or house during a big thing or when someone is in the next room. lol. I mean, if you're open to that.

A/N: LISTEn i'm sO sorry I took a million years to answer this, work is beating a bitches ass rn :(

Joel flirted with you sometimes and most of it was lighthearted, but everything he was saying that night, he meant 100%. He couldn't keep his goddamn eyes off you, the way your hair looked so beautiful and done so well, your outfit that made you stand out from everyone else there. Every time you'd stop to talk to someone new, he'd walk behind you and touch your waist in passing like he needed to feel your body tingle in his quick touch. It rushed straight to your panties and caused your breath to hitch for a moment before your brain went foggy and you forgot what you were saying.

He finally stopped teasing and sat in the chair along the side of the room, away from clusters of people. Your dad was at the other end of the screened in porch talking someone's ear off, so this was payback for Joel teasing you the whole night while you were trying to be a good girl for once. His hands rubbed against the top of his thighs slowly as you strolled over to him. He spread his legs further apart as he slouched slightly in the chair, his head cocked while he looked you up and down for the millionth time that night.

"Whaddya' want, little girl?" he asked lowly and took a sip of the drink in his cup, his brown eyes looking dead at you the entire time. You bent down and pressed your palms flat against his thighs as you leaned in close and smirked at him. "C'mon Joel, don't pretend like you haven't been eye-fucking me the entire time I've been here. Is there something you wanna say to me?" you taunted and leaned closer, your faces inches apart. His breathing got faster and it felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Thank god you got lost in the sea of people so your dad didn’t see you cornering his friend like this.

"There's many things I could say to you, sweetheart. What I wanna do to you though- well shit, that's a whole different fuckin' ballpark. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He was quick with his comebacks, testing to see how you’d respond. The way his lips curled into a smirk got you going even more, it was a game to him. “Lay it on me cowboy, let me see what you got.” You whispered in his ear and stood up with your hands on your hips. Joel stood on his feet quickly, grabbing your arm and strategically pulling you through the crowd to the door and around the corner into the hall. He pressed his lips against yours roughly, his hands grabbing at every part of your body he could.

You backed up into the nearest room with his lips still on yours until your ass bumped into something, your dads new pool table. “Bend over for me, darlin. I wanna see how wet that fuckin’ pussy is for daddy” Joel muttered as he backed away a little and took another look at you, to admire what he was about to destroy. You dropped your pants to the floor and spread your legs, your hand coming from between your legs to rub your cunt, showing Joel exactly what he does to you.

His hand smacks your ass as he rips your panties in half with his bare hands, dropping the fabric on the floor. “This is what you wanted to hear about princess? How I’d bend your ass over this fuckin pool table and wreck that tight hole of yours? How I’d have my way with you and make you beg me to stop even though it feels so good you don’t want it to end?” Joel had such a way with words it was hard to be witty and on your game when all you could think about was him fucking your brain loose.

A sharp gasp left your lips as he buried his cock inside you, groaning as he felt you squeeze around him. “Fuck, bunny you’re so goddamn tight. Such a naughty little girl, making me fuck you silly while everyone is on the other side of the wall.” You half giggled half moaned in excitement and Joel gave your ass a firm smack. “Don’t go moaning all loud now, there are people outside this door, you hear me?” You whimpered in agreement as he began fucking you, his cock covered in your sticky arousal. Your muffled sounds turned him on even more as he shoved your head further against the velvet table, your cheeks squished under the palm of his hand.

“You think in between songs they can hear me fucking you, princess? These walls aren’t soundproof ya know? Think they can hear you bein a nasty slut for me, bent over begging to be fucked on your dads new pool table, tits everywhere on the velvet.”

He always knew how to make your spine tingle and eyes roll back, “yeah I bet they can daddy. I bet they can hear how good you make me feel, -fuck go faster Joel, please!”

He grabbed your shoulders for support as he rams his cock balls deep inside you. He tosses his head back, through gritted teeth he growls, “who’s your fuckin daddy, baby?”

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[toxicanonymity]

Objectification Headcanons

Michael Myers; Corey Cunningham

1.2k words | Gender Neutral / Varied Reader

when Michael Myers is staring out a window, he's broadcasting that he's available for your use. all you have to do is go inside and approach him if you wanna get dicked down. highly recommend.

post-Michael Corey Cunningham? he's basically always open for business. he doesn't even need to broadcast it because everyone knows, and we love him for it.

NSFW 18+ Variety of depravity within.

thx @dark-scape for helping me figure out what to call this lol. Corey tag list: @ethanhoewke

Michael Myers

When you walk in, he'll turn around like so. Guarantee he's already hard by the time you cross the room. Just seeing you turns him on.

If you want to get railed, all you have to do is run your hand over the bulge in his jumpsuit. This activates Classic Michael where he'll fuck you with no mercy.

In Classic Mode, if you want a specific position, you just need to assume that position. Want it against the wall? Stand with your back to the wall. Doggy? Get on all fours.

In Classic Mode, he is relentless. The catch is that you have to cum. If you try to leave before you cum, you might get your throat slit. I wouldn't risk it. For him to come, normally it won't take him long after you, if not instantaneously.

If you need Michael's cock down your throat, all you have to do is get on your knees and be ready for eye-watering face fucking.

To activate Feral Mode, unzip his jumpsuit and let the sleeves hang down. All bets are off now. He may pull your hair, smack your ass, pick you up and switch to different locations.

Feral mode is not for the faint of heart. Michael may get creative. You need to be okay with injuries. You will be bruised at the least.

If you prefer to ride him, grab his bulge more forcefully to activate Sub Mode. He'll walk stiffly and slowly to the nearest comfortable surface and sit or lay down. In this mode, you have to initiate everything, including unzip him. But don't be surprised if he can't help but add some thrusting power. He's human after all.

In Sub Mode, you are free to use his monster cock as a dong. You can impale yourself right away or rub that big veiny masterpiece between your legs for friction. You can do this until you come or impale yourself when you're ready. Feel free to also suck him off for extra rigidity and lube.

You may not under any circumstances remove his mask

You can put him up against the wall and fuck yourself on his rod. He's much better than a suction cup dong.

In sub mode, the catch is that HE has to come. You can't use him and leave him with blue balls.

Bottom Mode isn't guaranteed, but if you want Michael to take a dick or strap-on, strip him all the way down and finger him while you suck his dick first. If he does take it in the ass, be prepared for him to turn the tables violently at some point. There's a small chance he'll slash you, but that just adds to the excitement.

Regardless of what mode you want, you can up the intensity by bringing him someone to slash. The kill will make him rock hard.

Even when he's not staring out a window, you'll learn to recognize that far-off gaze. If you approach him in someone's yard, be ready to put on a show - there won't be time for a change of venue. Beware though, If it turns out he's in hot pursuit and you interrupt him, you might have a bad time.

Corey Cunningham (Post-Michael)

Let's be real, you don't have to catch Corey at a window or even in a trance. Unless he's occupied with a kill, another lover, or Michael, he's open for business.

That being said, poor Corey stared out the window for hours in the Halloween Ends Novelization and no takers noticed. :(

Corey's different modes can be activated verbally and with social cues in addition to touch.

He offers a little more than Michael in some ways - Corey is a kisser, gives head, is much more emotional and expressive than Michael, and is pretty open minded.

To activate Shape Mode, just check Corey out and make it obvious you like what you see. Corey will need to make you his, but he also needs to see you want it. He wants you to need him before he'll whip it out.

His eyes will darken and he'll become extremely seductive and persuasive. He'll grab your head with both hands and kiss you so fucking hard and smooth, you'll swoon. He'll back you into the wall or nearest surface.

He'll gaze into your eyes, put his fingers in your mouth, grind himself on you. His huge hands will roam all over your body until you're begging for his cock, and then he'll tease you with it, humping you, stripping you, rubbing against your dripping sex until you're dying to have him inside you.

An alternate way to activate Shape Corey is to find him at the shop and say your car has a rattle.

If you're a regular, he'll remember what you like.

In Feral Mode, Corey will choke you. He'll bend you over the furniture or take you against the wall. He'll talk dirty to you. He knows his voice drives you crazy. He'll tell you what a slut you are and how good you take his fat dick.

In Sub Mode, Corey will be a whimpering mess. His default will be to get on his knees and desperately nuzzle his head in between your legs, begging you to let him please you and you can instruct him from there.

He is more than happy to give you head. Be sure to give him lots of praise. He will eat pussy like he he's starving. He also eats ass and can slob a good knob.

If you want to suck him off, he'll whine and whimper and beg. But if you tell him to fuck your face, he'll do that too. He will probably narrate the whole time with dirty talk.

If you have Corey lie down or sit down for you to ride him, he'll be very vocal. His groans and moans might send you over the edge on their own. Those big hands will rove. He will not be still.

To activate Bottom Mode - if you want Corey to take a dick or toy - press it against his pants or jumpsuit and firmly drag it along his crack all the way to his balls and he'll eagerly cooperate.

In general, if he says Michael's name at any point, take it as a huge compliment. If you say Michael's name, you might not be able to walk the next day.

Corey Cunningham (Pre-Michael)

Post-Accident, Pre-Michael Corey would have been very hesitant and suspicious that you could even want to use him.

He would get hard, but he wouldn't have the confidence to worship you like the standard Sub Corey.

Turn him on enough and he would end up begging. An example is when he was working at the mall kiosk.

He wouldn't be expressive until he was physically inside you and even then he might be afraid that it's a trick.

I don't think pre-accident Corey would ho around or offer himself up for use, but he could be DTF in the right circumstances.

Corey & Michael

Corey and Michael do NOT have a free use arrangement with each other. Their dynamic is more complicated.

At first, Corey would have considered himself free for Michael's use at any time, but Corey doesn't take rejection well. As time goes on, he lashes out (i.e., taking the mask).

Unfortunately for Corey, Michael is never at his disposal. Corey is always going to be at Michael's mercy for whatever Michael will give him, if anything, at any given time. He may savor the occasional crumb like being permitted to grind himself against Michael's thigh with both of them fully clothed right after a kill.

Anything else is most likely to be situational, catching Michael in the heat of a kill , and may involve a third party.

[sadgirlbaby]

HAVING DINNER AT LANGDONS’ - tate langdon x fem!reader (part 2 - final part) [smut]

CW: fingering, dirty talk, explict sexual speaking (kinda), cumming

SUMMARY: (it had been a month since you dined at langdons' and it had been a month since you and your blonde neighbor kissed. you and tate kept seeing each other but literally SEEING since you two used to look out the window and use pieces of paper to communicate). one day your mom decided to invite the langdons' at yours so that she could return the favor. tate had a gift for you and you two finally kissed again (and not only kissed) after a month.

part 1 here

"are you ready, honey?" your mom asked you from downstairs.

"yes mom" as you responded you heard someone ringing the bell so you instantly ran downstairs to see who was there.

your dad opened the door as your mom was concerned on setting the table and you finally saw tate - the guy you had been dreaming of since you kissed was standing exactly in front of you.

"hello neighbors! my wify is setting the table, come in!" he said.

"hey" tate laid his eyes on you and stared at every inch of your figure.

"hey..." you shyly said back.

as the langdonds came in you couldn't take your eyes off tate and he couldn't take his off you.

"lunch ain't ready yet, do you mind going upstairs with adelaide and tate? so you can show them your new room!" your mom said.

"I like staying here actually, thanks mrs y/l/n" adelaide said and winked at you - tate definitely mentioned you to adelaide.

you looked at tate and he immediately took your hand and ran upstairs with you. a laugh escaped both of your mouths.

"do you want to see my room?" you asked him.

"uhm yes, but... first... let me give you this" he said while pulling out a black rose whom was hidden behind his back.

"I know you like black so I painted this for you" he said and lowered his stare.

"oh my god tate... how do you know that I love balck?"

"well, it wasn't that hard... I saw you all those times at the window and you always wear black clothes so..." he smiled at you making you blush so bad.

you took the black rose and looked at how beautiful it was. tate watched you enjoying his gift but as you felt his eyes on you, you kissed his cheek.

tate was 100% emberassed - he blushed as your lips touched his skin.

"just a kiss on the cheek?" he smirked at you. you looked at him confused until he spoke again.

"we kissed on the lips once. what about kissing me again?" he said. you couldn't tell if he was trying to be hot or if you though he was so damn hot.

beyond that, you smirked back and leaned over to kiss his lips. as your lips touched again after a month, you felt like an idyllic sensation taking all over your body.

"I've been dreaming about the taste of your lips since we kissed at my house" tate said at a few inches from your face.

"I like you, y/n" as he said so, you stared at his eyes going from seductive eyes to puppy eyes.

"I think I already know that" you let out a soft laugh and tate did too.

"I like you too, by the way" you continued. as you said it, tate's look became seductive again, you could see a sort passion or desire invading him.

you didn't know what to say after that but tate got you - he pressed his lips on yours again but this time he was more eager of you. he pulled you against the nearest wall and kept kissing you roughly.

he was so good at kissing that you doubted his had a girlfriend to practice with. this thought made you jealous instanlty so you became more agressive while kissing him.

tate did not expect that and gasped against your lips. he smirked while kissing you but then he spoke - "where's your room?".

he was completely breathless.

"it's right here but why-" you coudn't say anything else as he kissed you again and pushed you inside your room.

the sound of your lips smacking was very loud that you were worried someone downstairs could have heard you.

you were now kissing on your bed, literally in love with each other. tate suddenly started to kiss your neck making you moan a bit.

"w-we should check downstairs if lunch is ready..." you said interrupting his kisses.

"they'll call us when it's ready" he said and hungrily restarted to kiss your neck.

"mhh... yes I-I know, but... w-we might not hear them or they might come upstairs..."

"kiss me." tate said and kissed you harshly. you jolted as you didn't expect he could have gotten that aggressive.

after about a dozen of seconds of making out on your bed, tate stood up a bit and quickly took his sweater off, showing you his stunning bare body.

your eyes opened wider as you saw him. "we can't do that now, tate" you said while wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I don't care" he mumbled as he kept kissing your lips. you were so worried about your parents so you stopped him before it was too late.

"not now, tate" you said.

"did I do something wrong?"

"of course not, just... I don't think that we should do it while our parents are right downstairs".

"but... let me do this at least..." he said while inserting his hand inside your pants.

you looked at tate shocked, he watched you getting weak under his touch and a smirk set on his face.

his hand slid under your panties and got you whining his name.

"oh my god" you panted.

tate's fingers lined up with your entrance making you moan a bit louder than you expected. you immediately brought your hand to your mouth trying to cover up your moans.

"do you want me to go faster?" he whispered into your ear.

"mhh y-yes..." you replied. he suddenly sped up his fingers pumping into you so you started moving your waist upwards in sync with his finger movements.

there was nothing else to do for you but grabbing and crumpling your bed sheets with your hand.

in a couple of minutes a few more moans escaped from your lips before letting you cum onto tate's fingers.

you, breathless, looked at tate hoping he would have spoken.

"you're so beautiful when you moan" he said.

you smiled still exhausted and he did too. your smiles immediately faded away as you both heard someone knocking at your door.

"lunch is ready! come downstairs" your mom said. as soon as you heard her steps going away you both sighed in relief and stood up.

before you could open the door tate grabbed your wrist and kissed you again. you smiled against his lips and opened the door dragging tate out with you.

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*smacks table* mirror sex with crosshair

*stands up from table abruptly, letting my chair topple over behind me* Absolutely anon!

Another wonderful request ty for all the love everyone! Stay tuned as I work on a 300 follower celebration for yall (when i think of something to do oops) and as always feel free to send some more crosshair requests! Also let me know if you want to be added to my taglist via DM

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Mirror sex, Unprotected PiV not much else i dont think

Word Count: 972

You had splurged on a hotel room when Crosshair came to visit you on shore leave. You met him not far away from 79’s as he separated from his brothers with a self-satisfied smirk plastering his face and instructions of ‘not to wait up’ yelled over his shoulder as he wrapped his long arm around your waist and led you towards the hotel you had previously mentioned.

He couldn’t keep his hands off you the entire walk, alternating between squeezing your ass, to pressing you against the nearest wall to smother your lips with kisses, to soothing his hand up and down you side. It was torture, you wanted nothing more than for him to rip your clothes off and take you outside in the Coruscant streets where anyone could see, but you had to be patient. You spent a lot of credits on this room, and you intended to make the most of it.

And that’s where you found yourself now, perched on Crosshair’s lap like a queen as you rode him in front of a floor to ceiling mirror. He was seated on the edge of the bed, feet planted on the floor, knees spread, your thighs resting over his legs putting you on full display.

You watched with rapt attention as his thick length thrust in and out of your entrance, your slick running down his shaft and onto his balls as he moves you up and down on top of him, right hand coming down to rub tight circles on your clit causing small whimpers and moans to leave you. His mouth leaving bites and hickies along your neck and collar bone that were sure to be visible for days to come. He paused his assault on your soft skin to lock eyes with you in the mirror.

“See that doll? See how perfect you look all spread out for me?” You have no idea how he’s so composed as he begins to fasten his pace in and out of you, sounding like he’s just having a leisurely chat with a fellow soldier as opposed to muttering filthy things into your ear as he spears you on his cock. He feels so good, but it’s not enough, and he knows it if the proud look on his face is anything to go by.

“Kark- Crosshair please… harder” you whine at him, hoping he would take mercy on you.

“Now, mesh’la, here I was thinking we were just enjoying the work of art in front of us, you can’t rush perfection you know” he purrs in your ear, eyes locked with yours in the mirror, blown pupils betraying just how badly he wanted you. Despite his words he does pick up the pace slightly, pounding into you harder, one hand grabbing your breast and pinching at your nipple while the other hastens his strokes against your clit.

Your eyes close slightly and your head lowers at the pleasure before he moves his hand up to your throat, forcing your chin up so you’re facing the mirror again. “Eyes open precious, I don’t want you missing a single second of this” he punctuates his statement with a harsh thrust of his hips into you. You let out another moan as his tempo increases, until you find yourself bouncing up and down on his cock, garbled whimpers leaving you.

Moving his hand back down to your chest to pinch and tweak your sensitive nipples, he moves his head down, sucking more marks up and down your neck, nipping and soothing his tongue over the heated skin.

You can hear Crosshair’s breath begin to quicken, and looking at his face in the mirror you can see the blush staining his face and the tips of his ears, a quiet groan forcing its way out from behind his clenched teeth. His half-lidded eyes find yours again in the mirror before he rakes them down your body, focusing on where the two of you are connected, taking in the site of your folds stretching to accommodate his girth.

His unrelenting pace as well as the friction of his fingers dancing over your clit has the coil in your belly snapping, writhing against him as your orgasm washes over you. Your clenching muscles cause crosshair to let out a long groan, his pace quickening further as he pounds into you before abruptly stopping and pulling out.

“On all fours, facing the mirror doll” he orders, stroking himself as he waits for you to get into position. He moves behind you and re-enters you in one swift motion, setting a rapid pace, the new position letting him reach deeper than before. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your mingling moans are the only thing that can be heard in the room as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Remember… eyes on us doll, I want you to watch as I fill you up” he all but growls, thrusting into you as far as he can go as he spills inside you, letting out a string of curses and praises as he empties himself in your slick walls.

As he pulls out you collapse onto the bed, utterly drained as he moves to lie down beside you. He reaches a hand out towards his discarded armour placing a toothpick into his mouth as you both work to get your breathing under control, a thin layer of sweat covering both your bodies.

You try to think of something to say but you don’t want to ruin the moment, both of you content just to bask in your post orgasmic hazes. Crosshair then sits up, moving behind you and spreading your swollen lips, watching his spend ooze out of you and locking eyes with you once again in the mirror.

“Round two?” he asks with a smirk.

@where-is-my-mind-tho

[imaginationlover101]

Jailhouse Rock

Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: After the on and off disappearances of prison inmates, the boys decide that the best way to solve their newest case is to admit themselves into the prison. With the help from Y/N acting as their lawyer, everything seems to be going there way (besides from the fact that she misses & worries for Dean).

A/N: Written around the Supernatural eposide 2x19 "Folsom Prison Blues"

Sitting in conference visiting room, I waited for Dean to enter the room to discuss our master "plan". I still couldn't believe that the boys were doing this. This had to be the stupidest plan we've ever came up with.

The only reason I wasn't acting as a former criminal along with Sam and Dean was so that I could play the lawyer. Even with bringing the idea up that I could play the part along with the boys, they brought it down immediately. Sam thought about it for a moment, while Dean just continued to scold me talking about how he couldnt protect me in prison.

That's how I ended up where I was right now. A small, dark cramped rooom surrounded by endless lines of glass separating the line between prisoners and the outside world. With old telephones lines and the walls that probably held more cases of mold to count, I still couldnt get over how the boys pulled of the prison part. Deacon helped us along the way giving the boys a background story, and playing his real job as a harsh prison guard to both of them.

Even my "laywer" part was an easy set up. With a little conving from my sister (who owns a laywer firm), and a promise that we would spend Christmas with her next year, I was already a laywer set in stone.

Hearing the condescending beeps come from the prison walls, Dean Winchester was seen emerging from the steel doors wearing a bright orange jumpsuit. With handcuffs tied on his wrist and a smirk on his face, I watched as the oldest Winchester searched around until coming closer to where I was sitting near the end of the wall.

Surprisingly there wasn't many visitors in today to see their loved ones. Just a few people here and there, making the ambience perfect for talking about haunted spirits.

Soonly Dean came near, sitting down directly across from my seat infront of the glass divider. Leaning back against his chair Dean Winchester made eye contact with the nearest guard pointing to the cuffs on his hands. With a ancient looking key, the guard took the handcuffs from Dean with a warning look.

Rolling his eyes, Dean turned back around in his seat pulling the metal chair closer to the glass. Picking up the hand phone Dean's smirk widens leaning his arms closer to the opening beneath the glass. "Well would ya look at you sunshine."

"Actually its Ms. L/N, to you Winchester." Moving the hair from behind my shoulder to the front, I placed the folder from inside my bag onto the table.

"Oh excuse me." Dean stopped for a moment observing me from the top of my head all the way down to my blazer. For a moment it made me nervous the way Dean was looking at, Dean Winchester has never once looked at me with those kinda eyes. "I see your playing the part well. You got your hair done?"

"Yep, I've had a lot of free time now without you and Sammy, even convinced Bobby to let me get a manicure." Looking as if he had been betrayed all his life, Dean was shocked not believing the words that I had said. Lifting my freshly painted nails against the glass, I twirled with the diamond ring pressed against my ring finger.

Leaning his body closer against the window to inspect the newly ring on my finger, I began to retreact my hand placing it back onto the phone. "Hows Sam?"

The guard yelled for 5 minutes, but Dean waved his hand up in a careless way. I was surprised that the guard didn't get up and smack him, but taking a quick peak I was suprises to find Deacon guarding the door.

"Hes good but arent you gonna ask about me." Smiling with his ever so classic smirk, I began to roll my eyes and sliding the black folder I had over to him.

Taking the folder from the opening between the glass, Dean and I's hands began to touch for just a moment. For a minute I didnt want to let go, keeping our pinky fingers intertwined. It wasnt until I realized the situation that we had brought upon ourselves that I let go.

Looking over the folder Dean began to nod his head, looking over all the information Bobby and I had researched. Taking the pen I had wedged between the folder, Dean begins to write down a name.

Turning the piece of paper to face my way, Dean points to the name he wrote down on the paper. Looking around to his surroundings Dean slides further off the chair, so that he could whisper closer to where I was. "Glockner, formley known as nurse Glockner. My roommate told me bout her, back when she worked at the prison. A real piece of work I heard, now shes out about her haunting the prison."

Deacon walks by hitting his metal stick along the prison walls. He starts to yell about how there were 3 minutes giving Dean and I a warning look.

Grabbing the piece of paper Dean previously had wrote on, I began to fold the paper with the folder placing it into my bag.

Sliding the bag onto my shoulde, I faced my eyesight back up to look at Dean. Playing with the cord on his phone, Dean's eyes continued to bore into mine. With a nervous habit, I started to twist the ring on my finger. Noticing what I had started to do, Dean picks his fingers up pointing to the ring. Shaking his head in a questioning look Dean behind to speak through the phone again. "So when were you going to tell me about your special someone?"

Smiling across the glass I sought to think of a special someone. "Well I think you already know him."

With a grin on his face, I started to realize how much I loved to see his smile. Even while being contained in prison he still put on a good laugh. Watching the other people around start to get up, I realzied my time with Dean would come to an end. Even though we would see one another again in a mere 8 hours I still sought my emotions that would miss him.

Seeing as my time would soon come to an end, I reached my hand through the glass to touch Dean's for a quick moment. Dropping the crappy prison phone, Dean drops his other hand dropping it onto mine. Sliding my hand out from unbeanth Dean's I begin to put my hands on top of his playing a game with who would be on top.

From the corner of my eye Dean and I could both see Deacon distracting the other prison guards giving the two of us a moment. Sliding both hands out from under mine, Dean pulls my hands closer to his side of the glass leaning his face closer to them. Leaving two kisses on each, I began to pull away leaving with a smile. "I'll see you on the other side Winchester."

With a quick step up and wink I started to walk away missing the presence of my favorite Winchetser. Turning around for a moment to take a last glance, there was Dean leaning back in his chair taking a very thoughrough lingering stare as I walked away. Even behind a prison glass that boy would never lose his charm.

Walking out of the conference room, I began to receive my personal belongings that I had to drop off before entering the room. Picking up the ever so infamous car keys, I began to twirl them around my fingers knowing that Dean would sure likely kill me if I ever hurt his baby, but hey one joy ride doesnt count.

[tiniedemon]

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superposition

part one

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high school had come and gone, and so had the first three years of college. summer was mild back home in south park, the sun hidden behind clouds and a soft breeze floating through the small mountain town.

y/n was woken by the sound of loud talking downstairs, barely muffled by the thin walls and a pillow over her head. she groaned and pulled the duvet further over her, huffing into the sheets smothering her face. after a few minutes of trying to sleep, she decided to give up and drag herself out of bed.

the sun pierced her eyes and attacked her head, a groan bubbling in her throat as she rubbed her fists against her eyes. she and kyle hadn’t gotten in until early in the morning, having spent the night on the road. upon checking the time on her phone, she groaned again. it was only nine in the morning, meaning she’d gotten about four hours of sleep.

she pulled a pair of pants over her legs and trudged her way down the stairs, using her fingers to comb out her hair. kyle was seated in the dining room around the corner with his mom, arms outstretched and yawning loudly. y/n let a small smile break on her face, attempting to quietly sneak up on her boyfriend. she grabbed him from behind, lacing her arms over his chest and pressing a chaste kiss to the stubble on his jaw.

“morning kylie, morning sheila,” she greeted hoarsely, plopping down in the chair beside her boyfriend. sheila’s face lit up, a bright smile forming as she leaned forward against the table.

“y/n! so good to see you again!” she exclaimed, the younger female chuckling fondly as she rubbed her forehead.

“good to see you too, sheils. how’s gerald doing?” the girl inquired. sheila huffed and launched into a long winded rant about her marital struggles. y/n listened for the most part, her mind preoccupied with twisting the many rings on kyle’s fingers. the male slouched in the chair beside her, one hand on the table and the other in his girlfriend’s lap.

“so, kyle was just telling me that you’re going out for a brunch date,” sheila gushed, y/n looking up at her with a confused scrunch of her nose. kyle groaned and threw his head back, dragging his free hand down his face.

“ma, you weren’t supposed to tell her,” he whined. sheila blushed and heaved a sigh, smacking a palm to her forehead.

“i’m sorry, bubbale,” she hummed. “i had no idea.” y/n laughed lightheartedly, looking to her boyfriend with a bright smile. his eyes were tired when he met her gaze, a frown pulling at his lips. the girl poked her boyfriend’s cheek and pushed, pulling one side of his mouth into a smile.

“it’s alright, love. we’ll still have fun,” she soothed. kyle stared at her for a few moments, a soft smile playing on his lips, before he patted her cheek and pushed his chair back.

“we should go get start getting ready for the day,” he spoke, announcing both to his girlfriend and his mother. y/n rose from her chair and bid sheila a quick farewell, following her boyfriend back to his bedroom.

after a quick shower together and an hour’s long makeover, the duo left the house. they settled into kyle’s small bmw, the male automatically passing his phone to his girlfriend.

“you can have aux today,” he hummed as he slowly accelerated through his neighborhood. they were quiet for the entire ride to the nearest coffee shop, save for y/n quietly humming along to the playlist she’d chosen. they arrived at tweek bros. coffee before long, the drive being a total of a few minutes. kyle parked along the sidewalk and turned to his girlfriend with a soft grin.

“why are you looking at me like that?” she inquired nervously, blushing under his loving stare. he shrugged and leaned in to plant a lingering kiss on her lips, thumb stroking her cheekbone.

“you just look especially beautiful today. c’mon, the guys are waiting on us,” he hummed. she raised an eyebrow but moved to exit the car, stopped by kyle’s hand on her wrist. he tugged her back in for another longer kiss, hand cupping the back of her neck.

“okay, what is up with you today?” she chuckled against his lips. he merely hummed, pressing a few more sweet kisses to her lips.

“you just looked like you needed a kiss is all,” he responded. she rolled her eyes and exited the car, kyle following her closely into the small coffee shop.

tweek tweak was behind the counter, a paper cup against his lips. he greeted them kindly after a long sip, a slight twitch to his eye but otherwise no sign of the spazz he was in his youth.

“the usual, guys?” he inquired, kyle giving a definitive nod. he was quick to insert his card, giving his pouting girlfriend no time to pull cash from her wallet. she huffed as she dropped a ten dollar bill into tweek’s tip jar, taking a moment to glance around the small coffee shop. it hadn’t changed since their visit last summer, aside from a few new knick knacks spread across the shelves and counter space.

wendy testaburger noticed y/n before the other girl had a chance, rushing over to pull her into a tight embrace.

“i missed you!” she exclaimed, dragging the girl towards the booth in the corner. stan marsh sat in the very center, neighbored by kenny mccormick and craig tucker. the three of them greeted her with polite waves and smiles, aside from craig, who flipped her off and continued speaking with stan across kenny.

“it’s so good to see you guys,” y/n gushed as she slid in beside craig. stan turned his attention from craig to y/n, aiming a big smile towards her.

“you’ve grown, l/n,” he commented, running a hand through his black hair. “you’re not as short as i remember.”

y/n scoffed and rolled her eyes, responding, “stan, you saw me, like, six months ago for christmas. shut the fuck up.”

“how’s the college life?” kenny inquired, leaning forward to better look at the girl he was speaking to. y/n cast a glance to her boyfriend, who was deep in conversation with the blonde behind the counter, and drummed her fingers against the table.

“i’ve got one more year at denver before i can go into med school and i’m pretty excited. it hasn’t been as hard as i thought it would be,” y/n responded, tugging at her earlobe. kyle approached then, bumping his girlfriend’s shoulder with his hip. she scooted closer to craig, the entire group shifting to give kyle a seat beside his lover. he settled in and slid a latte in front of y/n, pressing a kiss to her cheekbone as he did. she flushed and muttered her thanks, taking a short sip as her friends began discussing their own college experience.

“you look absolutely divine,” kyle whispered in her ear, the girl scoffing and casting her boyfriend a misbelieving glance.

“yeah, right kyle. i’m wearing a sweater and yoga pants and my hair is a mess,” she uttered. kyle sighed, adjusting the hem of her sweatshirt on her shoulder.

“you still look gorgeous to me.” y/n chuckled and twisted a loose red curl around her index finger, then letting the same hand fall against his cheek.

“i appreciate the compliments, handsome, but you are most definitely buttering me up for something.” kyle scoffed, rolling his green eyes and leaning forward.

“you know i don’t do the whole complimenting to get my way thing, sweetheart. i wouldn’t say something i didn’t mean.” y/n exhaled through her nose and narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before darting forward to deliver a quick peck to the tip of kyle’s hooked nose.

“as much as i’d love it if you guys fucked right here on the table in front of us, i wouldn’t. your pda is triggering my vietnam flashbacks,” stan deadpanned across the table, wendy delivering a sharp elbow to his ribs. y/n whipped her head to the side, noticing the eyes of all her friends trained on their show of affection. she flushed and slumped down in the booth, bringing the straw of her coffee to her sheepish smile.

“you act like you didn’t finger wendy under the table during our first double date,” kyle shot back, wendy sharing y/n’s humiliation as she sunk down in the booth as well.

“yeah, yeah. shut up. at least i didn’t hook up with a girl in a port-a-potty,” stan retorted, all eyes turning to kenny. he shrugged with a crooked smile, his missing front tooth showing. kyle rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, bumping y/n’s shoulder with his own.

“i love you, y’know that?” he hummed, y/n suspiciously nodding in response. he took a deep breath before he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and slid out of the booth. once he was standing, he pulled a small object from his pocket and dropped to one knee, a gasp immediately leaving y/n’s lips as her hands flew to cover her mouth.

“will you marry me, then?” he asked, hope glimmering in his green eyes. he opened the small box in his hand, revealing a simple wedding band. y/n nodded vigorously, joining kyle to kneel on the floor. he welcomed her embrace quickly, letting her sob happily into his neck and blubber her words of affection in his ear. he stroked her hair and cast a thumbs up to the camera wendy had aimed at the couple, smiling brightly.

y/n held out her left hand as he slid the ring onto her finger, pressing a chaste kiss to her knuckles. she pulled him into a soft kiss, followed by many more, followed by a sharp smack to his chest as she sniffled.

“you didn’t warn me, you assholes?” the girl whined as kyle helped her back into the booth, wiping tears from under her eyes. wendy grinned sheepishly at her, elbowing stan in the ribs again.

“sorry, y/n. kyle swore us to secrecy,” craig droned, cracking a small smile. y/n smiled so wide that her cheeks hurt as she gazed up at her fiancé, lacing their hands together over the table.

he pressed a soft kiss to the skin just below her ear, whispering, “i love you endlessly, kapara.”

masterlist

translations —

bubbale: sweetie, darling (term of endearment)

kapara: slang for sweetheart, “i love you so much you are the atonement of all my sins”

[beauleifu]

WHAT IF,,, a sequel to the Mac ask where he sees reader laughing with MK/Swk? He’s out patrolling and being dramatic and he sees reader at a café with MK/SWK, and you’re laughing at one of his stories… just for that extra bit of spice,,, (I’m leaning towards it being MK because i think thatd be funnier)

Ahaaaa i KNEW someone would ask, and I'm happy to deliver! Hope you enjoy!

I'm still considering this a Macaque x reader 'cause in the end, he still loves you

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MACAQUE X READER PT 2

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: He's been living fine on his own for quite some time now. Used to the loneliness that at first was a dagger to his heart, Macaque finally accepted that you're not coming back to him. He has to let you go. Even if it means seeing you with someone else with a smile you never gave him.

CW: Language, aftermath of a breakup I suppose

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Macaque wears a sharp grimace, but only because he'd kicked a stone a bit too hard.

He travels solo along a long, thin wall that stretches from palace to palace, tightly fisted paws in his pockets, brows furrowed in thought. The stone had fallen off the wall now, so there's nothing to kick further along.

Nothing to distract himself from his thoughts.

He thought for sure that it would be easy to get over you. To forget everything you both ever did together.

What even was there?

Macaque frowns deeply, realizing that the memories weren't great.

You both hardly ever did anything worthy of memories. Macaque was always worked up over Sun Wukong and conjuring up ways to defeat his nemesis.

Over and over, he repeats your last conversation in his head.

"Goodbye . . . forever."

So that's it.

You're gone, but it still breaks his heart to realize how much he misses you. Your smile. You rarely smiled, and he was a fool to never appreciate it up until now. In a fit of frustration and self-loathing, Macaque kicked the next stone up ahead so hard it catapulted into the nearest house, leaving a gaping hole in it's wake. Quietly, the shadow lord vacates the premises before anyone can point fingers.

He's done with blame. He's done with conflict.

Landing gracefully on the ground in a dark alleyway, Macaque puts up a dashing smile.

"Oh, sweet (Y/N)," he tries, facing the wall with his hands on his hips.

The wall gazes blankly in return.

Macaque bites his lip rather hard. "I know you hate me, I know you'll never want me back, but perhaps we can still be friends? Is there any way I can . . . no, wait. That's sounds too desperate."

Oh, if walls could talk.

The shadow lord grumbles under his breath, frustrated.

Running a paw through his hair and tugging at the strands, he changes tactics. "(Y/N)! Good to see you! Anyways, about that break-up. I understand if you never want to see me again. You're incredibly strong for putting up with my bullshit, but . . . uh. . . . M-Maybe we can still be friends?"

No reply.

The wall probably wishes to deliver a sharp smack to the monkey's face.

Miserably, he leans against the wall and gazes dully at the sky.

What's wrong with him?

When you were his, all he could think about was someone else. Now, you belong with someone else, and you're all-consuming in his mind.

"Dude, you're gonna get a brain-freeze."

Ha.

He can practically hear your sweet, melodic voice.

"Whaddya mean, you're not bothered?? I saw the look on your face! It's cold!"

Hmm.

Macaque lazily cracks open one eye to the sidewalk the alleyway opens up into. Call him crazy, but your voice sounds like it isn't in his head anymore. It sounds like you're right next to him. Right outside, in fact.

Your face suddenly manifests in the distance.

The shadow lord's heart

stops.

There you are.

There you are.

You're walking along the sidewalk with someone else, in an oversized hoodie and pants to accommodate for the cold weather. With sparkling eyes and a fond smile on your face, you lean against your significant other and lick at an ice-cream cone.

The breath promptly abandons Macaque. You're here.

He almost fails to conceal himself in the shadows when you glance curiously down the alleyway.

Then you vanish, and Macaque propels himself into the sky, landing on the rooftop of a house and crawling to the edge to peer down into the town.

You're here!

Mind running wild, Macaque tries to compose himself. Breathe.

Taking deep, controlled breaths, the shadow lord watches you with someone else, with . . . with the Monkie Kid.

The two of you had gotten ice-cream together.

Rage boils in Macaque's gut, and he bares his teeth at the boy, claws digging into the roof plates. How dare you associate with someone so lowly . . . a friend of Sun Wukong . . .

But then he sees your smile.

Your beautiful smile. He doesn't recognize it.

It's not one you've ever given him. You've never smiled at him with such ease, such affection and love.

Something squeezes his heart. Macaque watches you and MK head into the café nearby, arms linked, with eyes only for each other. You're currently laughing at one of his epic tales, no doubt exaggerated to the limit.

Macaque listens to your voice in wonder, grip loosening on the roof.

Seeing you so happy, even if it's with someone else.

He could never bring you that kind of serenity.

Tail twitching, Macaque narrows his eyes, trying to spot you within the café. You're seated at one of the duo tables in the corner, MK going to buy the both of you a drink.

His vision blurs.

What . . .

It's not anger that he feels, not anymore. As Macaque raises a paw to brush underneath his eyes, he's surprised at what he finds.

His paw is wet with tears.

"What is this," Macaque hisses to himself.

Teeth gritted to help support his crumbling wall, Macaque stares at his paw with wide, disbelieving eyes. He's crying??

He feels remorse, of course. Regret, pain, guilt.

However, these tears are not because he wants back what he'd lost. Perhaps, deep within the recess of his mind, he does long for you. But the tears leaking from his eyes are due to the bittersweet warmth in his chest. His wall is finally down.

He's . . .

Happy for you. Incredibly so.

He doesn't want to be, considering you're with someone he obviously detests, but he can't help it. Knowing that you're with someone who can take care of you the way he never could, love you the way he never did, fills him with relief. So much so that he's fucking crying.

"Damnit," Macaque grunts, turning away from the scene.

He'll leave you be.

No more stalking, no more trying to get you back. To ruin the peace you'd just managed to find feels awfully wrong.

So Macaque slowly slips off into the shadows.

The grip around his chest finally loosens, as though this realization is a weight off his shoulders. Although he wears a bittersweet frown, his footsteps are light.

You'll smile for someone else from now on, and he's all right with that. Perhaps, months from now, he'll cross paths from you once again, and he won't beg for you back. No, he'll congratulate you on how far you've come. Something he's likely only willing to do in his head.

Surviving him was the greatest thing you've ever done.

Macaque could never hate such a warrior.