#euphoria x black!male!reader

[infernalodie]

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 || 𝐑𝐮𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘴', 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯“

Inspo: Tyler, The Creator - SORRY NOT SORRY

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Bennett!Male!reader

Summary: You were sorry, but they made you this way...

Warnings: angst

Words: 2068

Rue couldn’t remember a moment that she saw you happy. It was a myth. Something told in books or journals. And in part, she considered everyone’s fault, including hers. But she never liked admitting it. She never liked staring at you, her older brother, and seeing where she destroyed you. She can pinpoint each flash of attitude being partly her fuck up.

But she wouldn’t take all the blame. Leslie fucked up with raising you. Gia fucked up by nagging you and placing her resentment onto you. And Rue? Well, she fucked you up with the drugs.

That led to now, you sitting opposite her at the dinner table and blocking out whatever conversation was happening between Lesilie and Gia. Something about school and a project Gia was doing with one of her friends. And you kept your eyes focused on your food, ignoring the faint glances from either woman toward you.

You didn’t want to be here. Rue knew this very early before you walked through the door. She also knew that living in the city hadn’t made you homesick judging by the fragrance that clung to your skin and clothes. Or the golden Rolex cuffed around your wrist. You didn’t need to keep this connection with any of them, but you were here. That’s what Rue was stuck on.

“How’s work been, Y/n?” Leslie finally turned her attention to you, a smile on her lips that was genuine.

You glanced up at her for a moment before taking a bite from your steak. “Fine.”

Then there was that familiar silence that fell over the dining room. No one said a word as the unpleasantry took its place. And it took a few moments for Leslie to recover, forcing that smile back on and humming. “Anything interesting going on? How have you and Elliot been-”

By the time she brought up Elliot, your fork rattled against the plate. Enabling the silence to reappear with a far tenser aura radiating from it. You had to squeeze your hand, fisting the tablecloth. “Why are you making small talk? There has to be a reason why you asked me to come back out here?” You speculated, turning your gaze to your mother.

She was perplexed by the straightforward and snappy questions. Looking to Alie, who was sitting at the other end of the table to your left. Neither of you had shared a word or spared a look. And you preferred it that way since you weren’t planning on staying much longer after this dinner.

But Leslie cleared her throat, carefully placing her fork down and clasping her hands in her lap. “I need your help-” Before she could even finish, you scoffed and tossed your cloth into the center of the table.

Rue watched the fabric soak up the gravy, unable to see the similarities it shared with the growing tension in the room. How it was absorbing and growing damper in the mood that she had hoped would be uplifting. A possible event she could chalk up to being a celebration of her recovery. But with the way your eyes were burning into Leslie’s, that hope had been thrown out of the window.

“This is what it was all about, huh? You need my fucking help with bills?” You barked. “You got a man at the table.” You motioned to Ali. “Why the fuck do you need me?”

“Uh, we aren’t even-”

“No one’s talking to, asshat!” The insult made Leslie slam her on the table, trying to control her breathing.

“Use some damn manners when there are guests,”  Leslie exclaimed, making you sigh. “And if you’d like to know, Ali has been helping your sister with her recovery. Way more than you ever have.”

An unapologetic laugh fell from your lips. “Oh? So that’s my fault?” You questioned. “Is Dad’s death my fault now? Hmm?”

That was the final straw for Leslie, who sat up so fast her chair toppled over. Pointing her finger at you and exclaiming, “That’s enough out of you! All you’ve been is arrogant and ungrateful for what I’ve given you!”

“You want to try and guilt trip me and shit? Bitch, I fucking made what I have by myself,” you countered. “I worked for racist assholes at the mill so we could have food on the table. You gave birth to 2 dysfunctional kids that were going to kill themselves!”

“Y/n, that’s enough-!”

“I had to leave before Rue’s drug use had me reaching for the gun!” You continued. You placed weights on my back when dad died and now it’s my fault that I don’t come around? You are a grown-ass woman. Fucking act like it!”

Gia was quietly crying as Rue tried to comfort her little sister. Staring up at the two prolific adults in her life. Two that wouldn’t let her or Gia catch a break. Two people who acted like children and couldn’t put their bullshit aside to enjoy a simple dinner.

And Rue loved you. She appreciated the moments when she got to spend time with you. Going to the movies together, going to Dad’s grave, you being there for her when she was itching for a pill. But this constant bickering that was going on between you and Mom was getting excessive.

You scoffed, standing up and saying, “Man, fuck this shit.” About to walk out of the dining room, you stopped short and turned around. “Oh, and I’m sorry that 4 minutes with me had been such a chore for you to not rely on your kids to pull the weight millions of others have to deal with on their own!” You laughed, raising your arms from your side. “You ain’t shit without me! Without Dad! You are a worthless, spineless, piece of shit!”

That was Ali’s moment to stand up and speak. “You shouldn’t speak to your mother like that, young blood.”

All you could do is look at him with a raised brow. “And who the fuck are you? You’re my sister’s sponsor, right? Does being a sponsor also mean coming into the house and fucking my mom?” Rue sighed, about to speak, but you raised your hand. “Nah, fuck that! Are you gonna tell me that you know what I am going through? That you know trauma?” You laughed, shoving the man back. “You and none of us are special. Everybody got problems and mine come from the bitch that brought me into this world!”

Tears from the past rising to the surface were brought back as you placed your hands on your chest. “I’m sorry I wasn’t pretentious. I’m sorry I wasn’t going to go out of my way to make you proud of me.” You breathed in deeply, shaking your head. “But seeking validation from someone who invalidates you is stupid as fuck. And you call me arrogant because you haven’t experienced a moment of feeling great. Guess what? Since I’ve taken you out of my life, shit has never been fucking better!”

And like that, you were walking out of the house that was in disarray and pent-up emotions that none of them thought they had. Rue was quick to stand to her feet, ignore her mother’s calls and chased after you.

“Caring about you is so fucking complicated.” The statement made you stop. Frowning and turning your head to stare at your sister, who had tears brimming in her eyes.

“What-”

“One minute I want to love you and the next I want to strangle you to the death,” Rue spat. “You’re making things more difficult than they need to be.”

“Rue-”

“No!” She exclaimed. “I talk and you listen, all right?” After a moment, you inhaled profoundly and nodded with a exhale.

“Ever since you left, shit has been hard on Gia. I hate to admit it, but it also has for me.” She ran a hand through her curly strands and shook her head. “But I’ve found this station where I can finally be happy without any pills. I finally recovered. And some part of me thought that you would be willing to put all the bullshit aside and just be there for me.”

Sighing, she waved her hand. “Come around, don’t. I don’t care anymore, okay? But, please for the love of God, just be civil and figure your shit out with Mom,” she said. “You two are destroying the family more by fighting with Mom all the time.”

“You can’t act as if none of this shit matters,” you defended. “She is asking me to pull a weight for her that I cut when I left. And pulling in Ali, who I respect, truly, but what the fuck? She wants me to sit there and act like he isn’t sitting in Dad’s seat?”

“You don’t think I know that? You think I don’t understand what you’re feeling?” She questioned harshly. The tears she’d managed to keep below were rising and spilling over her crystalized vision. Rubbing them harshly in an attempt to suppress or hide the fact that all of this was falling apart in front of her.

Rue never wanted to cry. Not when it came to you. Leaving as you did. Seemingly moving on with your life and putting her, Gia, and your mom in the rearview as you pursued a career that could keep you living a life you never got. And she would never hold that against you. You went for your goals and you got them but left everyone else behind. Of course, you brought Elliot along for the ride because you two were high school sweethearts. But she held resentment toward her old friend and you for having a better life without her.

Exhaling shakily, Rue shook her head. “I wake up and put his sweater on every day. And that’s all it takes for me to be reminded of what we all lost,” she said. “But I dug myself out of the hole I put myself in. And here I was thinking that maybe we all could be a family. To be what we were before Dad died.” Licking her lips, she sniffled. “But I can see I was wrong.”

All you could do is stare at your sister, who had given up on showing the pain she felt. The genuine grief that had struck her all those years ago and how they still had some sort of leeching effect on her. But she also showed you that she made something of herself and that even if it may not correlate with her redemption quest of recovery, you could take her for inspiration. Make right by Gia and try and rekindle a relationship with your mother.

But she wasn’t giving you enough time to form a statement or apology for her. Turning around and slowly made her way to the door where hushed whispers could be heard from Ali and Leslie. Preparing herself for the belligerent comments from her mother about you.

“Rue!” The girl licked her lips, turning around and finding you smiling softly at her. “I’m happy you’re back to your old self, kiddo. No one can make me feel like a piece of shit like you can.”

And finally, after so long, she smiled. Laughing and walking over, being engulfed by your arms that took her into your warm embrace. Inhaling the mahogany wooden collagen you always wore since you two were kids. Originating from your guys’ dad’s personal preferences, and now it had carried down to you, who matched the scent.

Pulling away, she met your gaze and your hands held her face. “I’ll do what I can for you and Gia. Even if it ends with me keeping in touch with you two, I’ll help pay for things, be there for important moments, and drive down when I can,” you explained. “But you need to understand Rue, that there might be a chance that Mom and I don’t repair things.” You watched her sigh in slight disappointment. So, you tilted your head, meeting her gaze once more. “Can you live with that? Because I’m sorry that I hurt you and Gia, but I’m not sorry for what I said about her.”

And Rue took a second. Lips pursing in the compilation of a decision she was responsible for making. But when she did, she smiled, nodding. “I can do that.”

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Feeding

Male Half-Demon Yandere x Gender Neutral Vampire Reader CW: Noncon, blood drinking, biting/cutting for blood, making out, drugged sex, drugged reader, forced addiction, overstimulation, reader fucked well and truly out of their mind whilst high on demon blood, aftercare, general yandere behavior Word count: 1.6k (Sorry this took forever. The image of reader sitting on dick while sucking blood from a wrist was living rent free in my head and I had to write this. Written on my phone, hopefully I fixed all the weird formatting and typos.)

The full moon shone brightly in the clear winter night. With each exhale, your breath plumed out visibly. The shadows of trees stretched long and spindly, grasping for a material world they were incapable of grabbing hold of. You hid amongst the bushes, silently watching the small bar in front of you. It was a secluded place. Quiet and down the road from anything else. Perfect for a person to grab a drink. Even a vampire like yourself. This was your first night in this town, but there were almost always places like this to slake your thirst. 

Wait for a drunk customer to come stumbling out and nab them to have a drink of your own. Then, if you needed to, use your hypnotic powers to make them think it was all a dream. 

That's what you had intended tonight. But then you caught a whiff of a human that smelled much more tempting than any other you had ever encountered. 

The bartender. Your sharp ears could pick up his name even from outside. Wade. Not that you needed to bother knowing it.

You decided to wait for the last lingering patron to leave the bar before sneaking in and making your move. It took a few hours, and your joints grew stiff in the cold, but finally, the bartender was alone, and you could make your move. You were practically salivating as you slipped into the bar, and his scent hit you more directly. You couldn't wait to taste what waited in his veins. Luckily, you didn't have to. 

"Sorry, we've just closed," he said as he heard you enter.

With superhuman speed, you rushed behind him, barely having time to note the surprised expression on his face. 

You wasted no time on pleasantries and sank your fangs into his neck.

Instantly, you were lost in his flavor. His blood was glorious. But after one drink, your eyes glazed and your thoughts were foggy. 

He plucked you off of him easily, and you fell to the floor, dizzy and confused but yearning for more of him. You were so thirsty. A mild sense of euphoria washed over you, but your body felt weak and wobbly. 

Wade stared down at you, smirking. His brown hair turned silver, small black horns sprouted from his forehead, and his hazel eyes glowed red.

"What's wrong? Bit off more than you could chew?"

Not much blood had been consumed, so you started to get to your feet, but Wade wanted you nice and helpless. He rubbed his fingers to the bite mark you had left and shoved his fingers into your mouth and smeared the drug on your tongue. You immediately slumped against the counter.

He went and locked up the bar before returning to your side and administering another hit of his blood. You eagerly drank it up. It was too irresistible. 

Then he gently led you downstairs where he apparently lived. 

"Didn't realize I was part demon or didn’t know demon blood was like a narcotic? Maybe you didn't know either of those..." 

He tossed you on the bed rather unceremoniously.

"Thought you were gonna get an easy meal, but you're gonna feed me too!"

Assuming that he ate beings with magic, you looked up at him with a horrified expression and scrambled to get off the bed. He stopped you and pushed you back.

"I'm nourished by intoxication and addiction the way sex and lust nourishes an incubus," he explained, having noted the fear on your face.

Though you still had a fierce thirst for his blood, you weren't addicted. Yet. Just significantly increased blood cravings. You had the presence of mind to know what he intended, and you didn't want to be a captive.

"You can't do this!"

The effects of his blood on your body were rapidly wearing off. It had only been a small amount. You could use your speed to zip awa-

"I can do whatever I want to a little leech like you~" 

Wade pinned you on the bed and used the sharp nail of his thumb to slice his wrist before shoving his wrist to your mouth. You tried to turn away and keep your mouth closed, but you could feel the warm blood tingle your lips, and the smell was all-encompassing. Tired of your struggles, he smacked you hard across the cheek. You could have shrugged off a strike from a normal human, but he had demonic strength. As he had anticipated, you cried out in pain. With your mouth open, he jammed his bloody wrist right into your mouth. 

Once a drop had touched your tongue for the third time that night, all your resolve melted away. You relaxed under him and greedily lapped at his wrist. Now that it was in you, you needed more.

As you gave into your dark desires and fed off Wade, he fed off the intoxication and the budding addiction growing inside you. 

But the whole situation had his cock straining painfully in his jeans. 

He maneuvered your clothes off as well as his, but your attention was focused on your meal. You whimpered and grabbed for his arm as he pulled it away to lube up his cock. Just because he was doing this for nourishment didn't mean he couldn't have some fun. Besides, being all cute and needy for his blood made you look far too tempting for the half-demon. 

He pulled you into his lap and slid his thick cock into you.

Wade put his arm up to you so you could suckle from his wrist as he slowly fucked into you. A large demonic cock like Wade's would have stretched and hurt the hole of any human, but you were far more durable. In fact, it felt quite nice. His blood seemed to heighten pleasurable sensations while reducing unpleasant ones.

You moaned softly as you fed.

"That's it, take alllll you want babe. I regenerate faster than you can drink."

It must have been true. His wound had healed and you had to bite his wrist to draw more blood. He didn't seem to mind. 

The demon kissed your neck and sucked it softly as he continued pumping into you. Never too hard to interrupt your meal. 

He kept the slow and considerate pace until you had finished. Blood was smeared all over the lower half of your face, your eyes glossy and half lidded. You were barely cognizant of your surroundings anymore. All you knew was that you felt warm, happy, relaxed and, for the first time since you had turned, alive.

Wade angled your face towards him and kissed you deeply from behind, enjoying the taste of blood from your lips and the rush of energy he got from getting you high. He brushed his tongue against your fangs to draw blood so you could suck it while the two of you made out sloppily. The half-demon broke the kiss, a sanguine string of saliva and blood connected your lips for a moment. Wade hastened the tempo of his thrusts into you as his mind raced over the implications of having you. 

A human would have died from just a drink of demon's blood. That's why he blended each bottle of booze in his bar with but a single drop. Just enough to subconsciously coax humans to crave coming back to his bar and give Wade a bit more intoxication to sustain himself. But he didn't have to hold back with you at all. 

Rapturous moans left your body as your pleasure reached its zenith. Your normally frighteningly pale face was actually flushed.

"You enjoying yourself?" Wade smirked and kept going.

You could only weep silently as the overwhelming sensations from the drug and sex mingled into an overwhelming wave of ecstasy bearing down brutally upon you. 

With supernatural stamina he kept going for hours, he readministered his blood as needed. Every time he made you cum you whimpered. Each orgasm seemed to hold within it a greater and greater threat of throwing you off the brink of sanity and shattering your mind. 

By the end of it, when he had finally had enough after filling you with cum over and over again, you were a shaky drooling mess. His demonic features faded away as he picked you up. Then he took you to the tub and bathed you gently, getting all the dried blood off your face and cleaning up all the semen leaking from your hole. 

"Sorry I had to give you so much. Have to get you hooked on it."

Wade picked you up and wrapped you in a soft towel. You were too out of it to respond.

"The crashes aren't bad though at least. Extreme cravings but no life threatening illness or anything."

He kissed your forehead and tucked you in before getting under the covers and spooning you. 

"You're gonna love it here I promise. All the blood you want. I'm not just keeping you here to feed me, I could see glimpses inside your mind when your inebriation nourished me."

The half-demon ran a hand soothingly up and down your side.

"I know we're compatible lovers. You'll see."

You could hear his words but could just barely process them. 

"B-but.." You protested weakly.

"Hush now. You need to rest."

He put his arm around your waist and held you protectively. It was so much easier to just let sleep claim you than it was to resist.

Wade stayed up far longer though. All the thoughts of the wonderful life you two would share together running through his head and keeping him awake. It would be amazing. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

He'd treat you so well and make sure his little vampire was always happy. And he'd keep you hopelessly addicted to his blood. You'd be so helpless and dependent on him that you'd simply never be able to escape.

[thehighladywrites]

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵

☀︎ — pairing: cassian x fem reader

☀︎ — summary: cassian finds out you can squirt...

☀︎ — warnings: nsfw, 18+, pussy eating, smut, cassian being yummy, reader damn near passing out

☀︎ — amara's note: shoutout to the anon that sent in this ask → link!! Because they're right, I haven't seen any Cassian making reader squirt fics, so l made one 😈😈😈

Cassian discovers you can squirt and never goes back. He is over the moon and tries making you squirt all the time. He remebers the first time it happened. You had been fucking for hours, his cock pumping into you, a white, milky ring decorating the base of his cock. Cassian made you cum over and over again, making you extremly sensitive.

“Cas— I can’t, t’s too sensitive—”

“Just gimme one more, sweet girl.”

His warm hands gently cradled each of your thighs, his arms wrapping around them with a firm grip. Despite your struggle to think straight and pull yourself together, he held you steady with warmth and tenderness.

The second his tounge licked a stripe to your clit, tears started flowing. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.

Cassian sucked on your clit, teeth light grazing the bud, making you yelp.

He pushed in two fingers and pumped in and out at a mind emptying pace. There was nothing in your head but pleasure, fullness and warmth. You felt yourself dripping on the expensive sheets below and you felt yourself go insane when he curled them.

In this moment, everything felt surreal. His snug black compression shirt, from morning training, hugged his muscular frame, while his hair, tousled from your earlier pulling, was loosely gathered in a half-bun. His hazel green eyes, usually warm and inviting, now darkened with a deep hunger, matching the intensity of his massive, proud wings splayed behind him.

Cassian was without a doubt the best male who had ever bedded you. He was well aware of the effect he had on you. As your eyes met his, you were greeted by a smug smirk.

Before you could say something to wipe that little smirk on his face, your head was thrown back as you felt his wet tongue lick a stripe right along your clit, making you reach out to grip his soft hair.

This time, everything felt different. It was overwhelming, an intense pressure unlike anything you'd experienced before.

Tongue coming up to your clit again, he begins to lick it, suck on it, teasing that sensitive bud more with each arch of your back, feeding into his ego.

Cassian fucking loved the effect he had on you. He loved that you became a mess around him, loved how you completely stopped arguing with him with just a lick to your clit or a pinch to your nipples.

“You feelin’ good, sweets?” he smiled again, knowingly asking despite having the answer.

You didn’t care if you fed into his ego. He was making you feel good and you’d let him know. Anyone who ate pussy this good deserved to brag.

“Mm — yeah, feels so fuckin’ good.”

You felt the vibration of his chuckle on your pussy, making you whine even more. You were dangerously close to finishing all over his face.

“M’gonna cum, cassie — oh, fuckkk.”

An intense feeling of euphoria washed over you as you tightened around his fingers and finally came. You were letting out high-pitched moans and arched your back while throwing your head back.

That same feeling of being overwhelmed returned and you felt yourself gush all over his fingers, messily squirting on his lower face, chest, fingers and bed.

He looked up at you.

And you looked down at him.

Silence enveloped the room, embarrassment settling over you.

“I'm so sorry, Cassian. I-” you stammered, breaking the silence as you were on the verge of tears.

“Again,” he replied, almost simultaneously, catching you off guard. His eyes are wide and his breathing heavy.

“Mother’s tits. Never knew you were a squirter.”

His face was dripping as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your soaked pussy.

“Wanna see you do it again, think you can do that for me, pretty girl? Hm?”

With reassurance and confidence, hooded eyes and a throbbing pussy, you nodded.

Your man would take care of you.

🏷️ @justasillylittlegoofyguy @cupidojenphrodite @amygdtjhddzvb @callmeblaire @redbleedingrose @acourtofwhatthefuck @thelov3lybookworm @clairebear08 @jeannineee @rowaelinsdaughter

[tzuyubb]

Lesson learned

Pairing: IVE Wonyoung x Male reader

Word count: 575 words

Tags: fingering, clothed sex, rough sex, deep penetration, doggy style, praise kink, humiliation, mind-break

A/N: Hi all, this is my first attempt at smut writing. It’s just a quickie to get my foot in the door. I plan to mainly write short stories, while I improve my writing. I hope you enjoy it.

Being Wonyoung’s boyfriend wasn’t easy and it certainly wasn’t going to be today.

All morning she teased you, making seductive and suggestive facial expressions. Her eyes and lips were your weakness and she knew it. Even her outfit was alluring, jeans and a cropped denim top exposing her tight midriff and black bra.

Your bulge grew bigger and bigger until you couldn’t take it any longer. You had to teach that naughty little slut a lesson.

Pushing her against the hotel room window, you bent her over, and ripped open her jeans, exposing her black thong and tight ass. She responded by arching her back and grinding her perfectly sized and plump ass on your bulge.

“Wony, you’ve been such a naughty girl teasing me all day. I need to teach you a lesson”. You then slapped her right ass cheek, leaving a red imprint of your hand.

“That’s right baby, punish your little slut.” Wonyoung said seductively.

You grabbed her thong and slid it to the side, revealing her wet pussy. Using your thumb, you proceeded to tease her clit, while your middle finger penetrated her. She moaned with pleasure.

As you fingered her, you could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. The intoxicating sound of her pussy squelching only made you more aroused. Increasing your speed, the walls of her pussy began to tighten around your finger.

She exclaimed “Keep going baby, I love the way you finger fuck me! You’re going to make me cum!”

As she neared orgasm, you suddenly stopped, causing her to cry out.

“You don’t get to cum so fast baby. I need to plow this pussy first.” you said.

As she looked back, you slowly lowered your pants and boxers, revealing your cock inch-by-inch. Her eyes filled with lust.

Your cock sprang free, hitting her ass cheek with an audible smack. To tease her, you then slowly rubbed the head of your cock against her pussy lips. Her juices mixing with your precum to lubricate your cock.

When you had your fun, you positioned your cock at the entrance of her pussy and grabbed her waist with both hands. “You slut, you’re not ready for fucking I’m about to give you.” All of a sudden, you rammed your cock deep inside her tight wet pussy, hitting her cervix. She screamed with pleasure, as your cock stretched her out.

Holding her waist, you proceeded to piston your cock in and out of her pussy. With each thrust, you made sure to withdraw your cock until just the tip was inside, before slamming it back in fully. She struggled to keep herself upright against the glass, as her legs gave in.

The forceful fucking brought her to a state of euphoria. You could feel her warm pussy juices engulfing your cock, as she came multiple times. Seeing her blissful face and her ass rippling with every thrust was a sight to behold.

As you reached your climax, you withdrew your cock from her gaping pussy and came all over her slim, toned back.

She collapsed onto the hotel room floor and whimpered “Baby, your cock made me cum so hard.”

You then grabbed a handful of her long silky black hair and brought her head closer to yours. You whispered, “Well I hope you’re ready for the next two hours baby, because I’m just getting started.”

That morning Wonyoung learned the consequences of being a naughty little slut.

[wayward-dreamer]

Playing With Fate

Square/s filled: "You need to get your strength back" @anyfandomkinkbingo (quote in bold) |

Pairing: Demon!Dean x F!Reader

Word count: 3,545

Summary: Y/N offers to help with the search for Dean after he becomes a demon and leaves the bunker. Her plan doesn't go the way she intended, but that didn't mean it wasn't a desired outcome.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, hair pulling, choking, spanking, dacryphilia, degradation, dubcon, rough sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), squirting, I think that's it, but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Please blame the s10 rewatch I was in the middle of for this. I take no responsibility for the level of horny everyone's going to be after this lmao... Also, I've done things a little differently with this one, so I hope y'all enjoy! As always thanks to my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for betaing this. Don't know where I'd be without either of you <3

What the fuck am I doing?

That was the first thought that entered Y/N’s mind, but it was fleeting, disappearing as she looked up at Dean from her submissive position on her knees, her mouth wrapped tight around his thick girth as her hands pressed into the muscle of his bare thighs. His gaze was intense, green orbs that occasionally gave way to solid black, something she had never anticipated would arouse her the way it had from the first moment he revealed them to her. He caressed her hollowed cheeks with his thumb, his other hand in her hair as her head bobbed back and forth, taking his length deep into her throat. It soon wasn’t enough for him, his grip tightening in her strands as he held her still, his pelvis smacking vigorously against her. Saliva dripped in long strings around her mouth as he chuckled, relishing in the way she choked and gagged around him, the glugging of her throat adding to the pleasurable cacophony that reached his ears.

Tears pricked her eyes as she moaned and spluttered around his shaft, her own thighs squeezing together to keep her arousal at bay for a moment. He noticed the way she squirmed, the way her flesh pressed tightly, the signs of her need obvious to him. He drew back from her throat, a harsh gasp leaving as her lungs burned, her chest heaving as she sucked in air and met his gaze.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he ordered, grinning as he wiped her saliva around her lips. “Want that pussy of yours as wet as your mouth, got it?”

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered, nodding weakly.

“Yes what?” he growled, tugging at the roots of her hair and making her whimper.

“Yes sir,” she added, staring up at him.

The smirk never left his face as he thrusted into her waiting mouth once more. Following his instruction and opening her legs, her fingers moving between them and finding her clit already lightly covered in her wetness. She moaned wantonly as she circled the swollen nub, her eyes fluttering with the euphoria that coursed through her. Not only at the feeling of her hand between her legs, but at the way he was using her, and the shame of willingly letting him fading away with every plunge of his cock into her throat.

This hadn’t been the plan when she first found him. Far from it, in fact.

When Sam had called her with the location of the bar Dean had been frequenting, she had full intention of stepping in and setting him straight. He had warned her about Dean being a demon now, something that had happened several weeks before and which she chastised him for not telling her sooner. She could’ve helped and maybe with their “geek brains” together, as the elder Winchester liked to call them, they could’ve found him sooner. She wished she had known; her and Dean were friends, and she hated the fact that she hadn’t been there for him.

Friends were supposed to look out for each other. Especially those types of friends that were sometimes, on occasion, more than that.

Nevertheless, Sam said he would join her but she insisted on doing this alone, not listening to his protests and telling him to call her back once he had found Dean’s whereabouts.

When Y/N walked into that dive and took a seat at the bar, her eyes immediately found him. There he sat, at a table in the middle of the room, whiskey tumbler in hand. He didn’t look any different to the normal Dean she knew, not even when a blonde waitress came over to him and handed him another glass, draping her arm across his broad shoulders. She shrugged it off, now wasn’t the time to get jealous. She ordered herself a whiskey too, taking it and facing the room, crossing one leg over the other which allowed her denim skirt to ride up her thigh. That along with a tight, black tank top and black heeled ankle boots were her attire for the night; completely different to the usual hunter gear she’d be wearing but she needed something to catch his eye.

And sure enough, it did.

Dean had always had a higher level of awareness thanks to being a hunter, but after becoming a demon it had become a sixth sense. A familiar energy caught his attention as soon as it stepped into the room, his head lifting up to meet Y/N’s eyes as she stared back at him. He hadn’t seen her for a while, and if she was here that meant Sam had gotten to her. He had the initial thought of sending her on her way as he stood up, but as he made his way over to her, caught the way her thighs pressed together where they were crossed, he knew he could have some fun with her.

A grin pulled at his face as he gazed down at her, seeing her perfect mouth taking his intimidating length with each thrust, and he was glad that he had been right. It had been a long time since they had been together like this, and it was clear that he hadn’t taken advantage of their situation as often as he should have from the way she was working her tongue around him. She was unmistakably desperate to please him, to be with him in any way possible, even if he did have a new set of black eyes.

He had no problem exploiting that fact.

“Look so good choking on my cock, baby,” he groaned, holding her down against his pelvis.

His hand tightened in her hair once more and pulled her off his cock again, a dark chuckle escaping him as he heard her shuddering breath. Saliva hung off the edge of her chin, dripping onto the swell of her breasts, her eyes wide as she waited obediently for whatever he had planned for her next.

“Stand in front of the mirror,” he instructed, glancing up at the corner of the room before looking back at her. “Want you to see yourself losing control while I fuck you.”

Y/N somehow found the strength to stand from her position on the floor, the burning in her limbs only adding to the fire that was rising within her with each staggered step towards the mirror. Her appearance reflecting back to her was already a mess; her hair tangled in certain places, saliva drying and hardening at the edges of her mouth. As she spread her legs and curled her hands on either side of the frame, Dean stepped up behind her, calloused fingers sliding down the smooth skin of her back. Their eyes briefly met in the mirror before his gaze shifted down, following the movement of his hands as they admired the curve of her ass, a groan escaping him as his thumb grazed her puckered hole down to the sticky, wet warmth of her folds. She gasped as she felt the thick digit slide back and forth, no doubt wetting his skin as her arousal grew and dripped from her sex.

“So fucking wet,” he muttered, more to himself than to her, but he finally left his eyes and addressed her again. “Ready to take my cock, aren’t ya?”

Her lack of response earned her a heavy hand against the flesh of her ass, causing a yelp to escape her. Her eyes widened as they made contact with his, narrowed and glaring at her through the mirror. He had barely done anything to her and she was already overwhelmed by his actions. Her mind was caught somewhere between not knowing how much more she could take, and wanting to take everything he had to give. Now that he was a demon, she had no idea how much that was, but she was more than willing to find out.

His hand came down twice more in quick succession, making her jolt forward as she shrieked. The sting was intense but delicious as the sensation spread through her whole body, and she knew this was only the beginning.

“You better be fucking ready for me, sweetheart. ‘Cause I ain’t holding back.”

The implication of his words was clear. He wasn’t the Dean she knew anymore, and she shouldn’t expect him to be.

A brief nod was all she could muster as an answer to his earlier question, and that was all he needed. He brought his thumb to his mouth, glistening with her wetness as his plump lips wrapped around it. He kept his gaze on the reflection in front of him, their eyes locked as she breathed heavily, a groan leaving him as he sucked at the digit and took hold of his shaft, rubbing it through her folds. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him do that; taste her off his fingers,  but it hit differently now.

Before she could register what was happening, he lined himself to her entrance and slammed into her, her walls sheathing his thickness completely as a ragged moan fell from her lips.

The sound was a harsh contrast to the soft whimper that she had tried to suppress when he sat down in front of her at the bar, flagging down the bartender and ordering himself another whiskey. He turned to her, his eyes taking her in as they roamed down her frame, an eyebrow lifting in approval at her low cut top and the way her skirt had ridden up slightly, exposing more of her thigh as she sat.

“Didn’t think Sammy would send someone else to do his job,” he started, sipping his whiskey once it was in front of him. “Guess he’s losing practice without me, huh?”

“He didn’t send me,” she clarified, trying to remain firm in his presence. “And there’s a quick fix for that. Just come home.”

He scoffed, chuckling as he dropped his head and shook it. “No fucking way.”

The bite and careless lilt of his laugh and words stung, but she couldn’t dwell on it.

“Dean, this isn’t you,” she reasoned.

“Oh, but it is, Y/N,” he countered, as he turned on the bar stool and leaned his forearms back on the bar, his eyes never leaving her. “It’s the new me.”

Green irises flashed to solid black, holding her gaze long enough for a fear she had never experienced before to run down her back. Along with another strange yet familiar feeling between her legs. Strange because this wasn’t the time or place for it. As his eyes quickly returned to normal, Y/N’s jaw clenched as she stared up at him.

“Dean, look, you don’t have any options here,” she stated, pushing her drink aside and reaching into the left pocket of her denim skirt. “You’re coming with me back to the bunker, and Sam’s gonna get to work on curing you. End of discussion.”

Dean sipped his drink as he watched her take out a pair of silver handcuffs, devil’s traps carved into them. He slowly placed his drink down as he smirked, his gaze shifting from them up to her. “I think those are gonna look better on you tonight, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes, but she knew they weren’t as effective as usual. He was getting under her skin and they both knew it. From her other pocket, she pulled out the top of a flask as she stared up at him, waiting for him to look back at her as he glanced down.

“Don’t make this harder-” she started but his sinister scoff stopped her.

His green eyes, that once held so much admiration for her, were now void of any kind of emotion as he finally looked at her. Slowly, the shift almost imperceptible, his face hovered an inch away from hers.  “I thought you liked it hard, Y/N. Hard… fast… so rough you wanna feel that ache between your legs for days.”

A shuddered exhale fell from her lips, one she hadn’t realized she had been holding, causing him to chuckle.

“So how ‘bout you stop wastin’ your breath on this back and forth,” he continued, gesturing between them as a smirk spread across his face. “And admit that you’re real curious to know what it’s like to get fucked by a demon.”

Their gazes remained locked as he tested the waters; tested whether temptation would coax her into letting him corrupt her for no other reason than pleasurable amusement. He saw the way fear, guilt and thirst circled in the depths of her eyes, and he hoped it was the last of those that would win.

As Dean peered into those eyes once again, through the mirror’s reflection, he saw all of those things give way to euphoria as he pounded deep into the tight heat between her thighs.

Y/N barely recognized the face staring back at her. Hooded eyes, her mouth agape as a string of erotic noises escaped her with every slap of his hips against the curve of her ass. He had been right. She did enjoy sex when it was harder, faster, so rough that she felt the constant throb at the apex of her thighs. The Dean she knew was well aware of that fact, and this Dean, this… twisted version of him was using that to his full advantage. She wasn’t sure if she was willingly letting him, or if he was coercing her into this sinful act, but it was bliss.

A heavy hand slid up her back and into the strands of her hair, pulling harshly as his sweat slicked chest pressed up against her. His breath fanned over her ear and cheek as they stared at each other. A loud, lustful cry erupted from between her lips as the head of his cock drove deeper into her at this new angle, reaching places within her that hadn’t been explored in a long time. A tear brimmed at the corner of her waterline, rolling down slowly as another followed from the other, her thoughts as overwhelmed as her body by everything she was feeling. He laughed in her ear, the sound wicked as it rumbled from his chest against her back, watching the tears make tracks on her face.

Dean leaned down, the tip of his tongue slipping out between his pouty lips and dragging over the skin, the tang against his taste buds making him groan. Her eyes widened in disbelief, but her core tightened within arousal from the act.

“So fucking hot seeing you like this,” he whispered against her ear. “Just mine to use. You can’t lie to me, Y/N. I can see it in your eyes, can feel it from the way you’re squeezing around me. You love my cock inside this tight, little pussy. You don’t care anymore that I’m a demon, do ya?”

Y/N couldn’t remember the words she had spoken in agreement to leave the bar with him. All she could remember was his hands on her hips, pushing her up against the brick wall, rough lips fused to hers as his thumbs played at the strip of skin exposed between her top and her skirt. All she could recall was the way his fingers slipped under the hem, making her breath hitch as they danced over the flesh of her inner thigh and pulled her thong aside, moving between her folds.

He smirked into the kiss, pulling away and looking deep into her eyes. “So wet already, sweetheart. My black eyes got somethin’ to do with this?”

“No,” she whimpered, trying to remain defiant but she was flailing.

The amused grin he had given her in response then matched the way he was staring back at her through the mirror at that moment.

“N-no,” she moaned, a small smile playing on her lips. “I don’t care anymore…”

Her words had somehow emboldened the pace of his thrusts, the scream silenced in her throat as his calloused fingers wrapped over it tight, his other hand groping at her breasts as he slammed into her. Her own hands struggled to hold herself steady against the mirror, the frame shaking from the brutal force of his hips smacking against her. Her walls clenched around his girth, causing sounds only akin to a feral animal to come from him right against the shell of her ear. Along with the loud squelch between her legs and her own choked moans, she knew it wouldn’t be much longer before she fell over the edge into the deepest depths of hell with him.

No matter how heavenly it felt to have him inside her, she knew she was headed for the fiery pit for what she was doing. It was debauchery at its finest, and yet she couldn’t care less.

Y/N wasn’t sure when it happened. Maybe it was the short walk from the bar across the street to the motel, maybe it was when they stepped through the door, or when they stripped each other of their clothes as their kiss became as heated as their frenzied touches. Maybe it was when she fell to her knees in front of him and wondered what the fuck she was doing, allowing a demon, something she hunted on a regular basis, to invade her every thought and sensation. Even if it was a man she knew very well, it had been wrong.

But it had also never felt so right.

The familiar pull in her core had her eyes squeeze shut, but a tug from Dean’s hand in her hair had them opening again. He made her watch their sinful actions in the mirror once more, as he felt her walls like vice around him.

“Such a good slut just for me,” he groaned, nipping her earlobe. “You’re all mine now, right?”

The lewd moan that escaped her wasn’t enough of an answer for him, as his hand cracked against the globe of her ass, causing her to shriek.

“Tell me,” he growled.

“I-I’m yours,” she finally replied, her voice sounding like a stranger’s from how hoarse it was.

“Damn right,” he grunted.

Her eyes rolled back as her air was still cut off by his heavy grip on her throat, but suddenly it dropped to grip her hips tightly with both hands, as his own began to falter with each frantic thrust. Her lungs burned as short breaths left her, moans turning into loud cries of his name as she reached that euphoric peak, her body convulsing as a stream of liquid gushed down her thigh, pushing his cock out as her wetness spurted against the mirror and dripped onto the carpeted floor. Her chest heaved as she breathed harshly, her vision blurred and unable to focus.

Dean took hold of his shaft, slicked up by her release and pumped his hand back and forth, expletives and groans falling from his parted lips as his cock pulsed in his grip. With one last tug, the veins in his neck strained as he let out a strangled grunt, his eyes flashing to solid black as ropes of his release shot over the small of her back. He grinned as he looked at her with those demon eyes she had found herself aroused by, and she smiled back slightly.

This was definitely not how tonight was supposed to go.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he muttered, grabbing her by her shoulders to steady her.

“Yeah,” was all she managed to push past her heavy breaths as she came down from her high.

“Well, I’m good to go again, but,” he smirked as his eyes flashed back to green irises. “You need to get your strength back.”

Y/N was taken aback by the concern, but she knew better than to assume it was for any other reason than needing her recharged for another round. He moved away from her, but not before smacking her ass once more as he walked away. She stumbled to the edge of the bed, still able to see herself in the mirror, her hand admiring the scratches and bruises forming along her skin. With a strangely content sigh, she fell back against the bed, unbothered by his cum sticking between her and the sheets underneath. She glanced to the side as he sat down next to her, his hand roaming over her body, fingers flicking over her nipple, making her moan softly.

“Take five, sweetheart, ‘cause I ain’t done with you yet.”

She bit her lip as she looked away from him, staring up at the ceiling. She heard a small buzz from her phone in the pocket of skirt, but made no move to search for it on the floor. It was no doubt Sam, texting for an update on how things were going. This was definitely a unique way of laying a trap, certainly not one she was planning, but at least this way Dean would never suspect that she had him right where she wanted him this whole time.

She’d let Sam know where she was eventually. She just wanted to enjoy playing with her own fate a little more.

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Hard Carry CL16 - 02. Down Under

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x driver!reader

Summary: Conflict arises as a hotshot rookie decided that the current world champion is the next opponent to beat.

Word Count: 5.3k

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Y/n l/n is a superstar inside and outside of Formula One.

It's the way she smiles and crinkled eyes. It's the way she handle interviews with pr trained answers and cheeky quips here and there. It's the way that she always dress to impress, catching everyone attention, be it on the grid or even in fashion week.

It's the way she made winning looks so easy. How she made making into the podium is just a regular Sunday for her. How she would gave the spectators a race that can be remembered by them for the rest of their life.

By the time she finished up her first season, people had called her a superstar in the making. Awed by the sheer talent and grit that she seemed to have for the sport. Finishing third in the standings of 2012 Formula One season, people have to admit that they’re entering a new era in Formula One.

When she finished her second season in Formula One, she’s a certified superstar, evident from the driver championship that she had won that year. When she finished her third season in 2014, she became a legend as she won the driver championship for two straight times. 

It’s almost as if everyone forgets all the slurs and bad things that they had called the female just a few years prior. As if, all of the negative press and criticism being directed towards her are nothing but an old news.

Maybe it’s because she finally proven herself that she can conquer the world of motorsport with her talent. Or maybe it’s just because people found more exciting things to talked and shit about. Who knows? Y/n certainly don’t.

Though, that doesn’t mean that the female forgets all the shitty things that happened to her when she first entered Formula One.

“She’s going to fuck half the grid,” said one commentator, ignoring the fact that the female is seventeen years old, and most drivers are in their mid to late twenties. “She’s going to ruin the sport.”

“A fucking barbie,” said another one. “That’s what she is.”

There are more. More things being said that’s downright horrifying and disgusting. She knows that no one cares about her age, that one of the ugly consequences of her entering a male dominated sport as a girl is the sexualization that she will eventually receive. But still, hearing all these things is gross beyond words.

Her sex life seems to be a favorite topic of them. Talks about she’s dating or fucking who, how she is seen talking with one driver and the next day a news station will say that she’s fucking him and ruining his family. Talks about her being a slut who parties too hard and a raging alcoholic for drinking alcohols during her downtime.

As if, her life is nothing, but a trainwreck of a circus show for them to watch and laughed upon.

It was during that horrible first season when y/n realized, that to be a champion you need to be an overall asshole.

A sick and twisted personality of hers that she always kept under her bright smiles and friendly front. It’s more to always have that competitiveness – on the track or off the track. To always have that fire and determination to always be the best. To actually believe and have the confidence to say that yes, I am the best driver in the grid. Yes, I make no mistake.

Be the best or be nothing. Show the world your worth or you will be worthless. The black and white view that you have to be so fucking successful or be nothing at all.

(It took y/n awhile to recognize that.)

The first time she realized it was when she won her first race in China. It was a close race, with her almost hitting a Mercedes and her own teammate. Back then – way too drowned in the euphoria of winning her first race – she doesn’t realize what that means to the people around her. Mainly, to other drivers on the grid.

There are a lot of drivers that came from a different time period. A period where Formula One has a rigid structure and strict unseen rules. For them, who had lives in that time period, y/n arrival and all the changes that she had brought, looks like a threat for them. A challenger who appeared to challenge their authority.

“If you drive that Porsche, anyone can win.”

“I don’t get it, she drives dangerously. She should’ve received a penalty for that.”

“I just don’t understand what the hell FIA is thinking! I know they’re all about diversity and inclusivity lately but-“

Y/n turned off the tv in front of her, face blank.

The phrase ‘never meet your heroes’ rang true inside of her head. Because hearing all of those things from her own childhood heroes is a bit tragic beyond doubt.

After all, these men are the people she had looked up to. They’re the reason why she wants to race in Formula One. They’re the reason why she have such a deep love for motorsport and why she’s trying her hardest to show all of them her capabilities.

Knowing the horrible and degrading things they called her should saddened her.

Though, instead, she doesn’t feel anything.

For a moment, she felt empty, as she sat there inside of her empty hotel room. She could hear chatters from the hallway outside, no doubt from the Porsche team who’s staying in the same floor as her. Besides that, everything felt a bit empty. And silent.

She just sat there, staring at the dark screen of the television in front of her. The euphoria of her earlier win had left without any trace.

Maybe it's because that she had gotten used to it. That these kind of talks is nothing new for her and slowly - but surely - had become a part of their daily life.

But no one deserves to live like this. No one deserves to be judged just because of their gender. No one deserves to have their skills and talent to be dismissed just because they don't have an extra weight between their legs.

Y/n, doesn't deserve this.

And in one second, that empty feeling was replaced by anger.

What right do they have to say things like that?

What right do they have to judge her life and talent like that?

Some never even won a race in their life! Or even get into the podium! Some even drive for shitty teams that have a brick of a car. A mid-tier driver that doesn’t have enough talent for the bigger teams. Now, just because they lost to a girl almost half their age, they think they have the right to talk shit to her?

So fucking funny. It almost made her laugh.

Barbie, slut, whore, the downfall for Formula One.

Barbie, slut, whore, the downfall for Formula One.

Honestly, it was frustrating that there are some older drivers that won’t accept their loss. It was more frustrating to hear all of their declarations that if they were also put inside y/n’s Porsche, they can drive better than her.

All that talks that questioned her ability just because of her age and gender. All of the talks that keep underestimating her over and over again.

Maybe that’s why she turned up like this, to have this kind of twisted and sick personality.

“Y/n,” started Herman as he introduced the young man besides him. She almost get a sense of déjà vu at the image. After all, this happened almost every year. Herman calling her to a meeting room just before the pre-season testing. Herman, introducing her to her newest teammate of the year.

Tall, blond, blue eyes. Probably some kid they picked off of F2 or other racing category randomly. She wonder how long this kid will last. How long, will it take for him to blow his gasket off.

“This is Henry Santos, your newest teammate,” said the older man as he gestured towards the male. He looked around y/n age and got starry eyed as he stared at y/n.

Typical, y/n almost scoffed out. It’s the same routine every year.

Almost immediately, she plastered a smile. It was so wide and so immediate. To the point it’s almost fake. “Hi,” she grinned. “Nice to meet you, I’m y/n l/n.”

Henry also nodded, excitement radiating off of him. “I know,” he said. “I’m a big fan.”

“That’s sweet,” she answered before turning her head towards Herman. “So, team briefing?”

Herman as well as other employee for Porsche immediately ushered them inside one of their meeting room in their motorhome. Talks about plans, the cars, and the upcoming season began as y/n listened to it attentively.

The same thing could be said to Henry as the kid could be seen writing a lot of things on his notebook, from his gaze, she could see how serious he is.

It’s the same look that she sees every year.

Kids being picked by Porsche for the position of their second seat. Kids, who was hoping to be able to stay in Porsche – one of Formula One top team, contenders for the championship – for more than one year.

Kids, who salivated at the thought of taking y/n’s seat.

She always blame her horrible experiences in the grid for this twisted personality of her. This kind of competitiveness, the urgency to always see as if they’re her rivals. The ability to unable see anyone as anything but competitors for her seat as uncertainty eats up her heart and whispered words that made her doubt everyone.

Sometimes, she felt a bit guilty, considering a lot of these kids, when they first entered Porsche, are good kids. Someone that just want to left their marks in Formula One.

But everyone wants to leave their marks in Formula One.

Everyone, wants to be the world champion.

Y/n included.

With three world titles under her name, it only made her hungrier for the title of the world champion. Some called her greedy, some called her over ambitious, but y/n thinks that’s just normal. When you taste the taste of winning once, there’s no going back. She's sure that Lewis and Sebastian shared the same feeling.

After that high of being the world champion, there is no way they want to lose it. The taste of winning is addicting after all. It's a dangerous drug to every driver. Once you taste it, you will always want more.

The same thing could be said for her teammates for the past few years.

If you’re in a Porsche, you will be part of the top team. You will fight for wins and podiums. It’s hard, to let it go, for your teammate. No matter how amazing they are.

She guess she has to be grateful that she’s the number one driver in the team.

The Formula One season started soon after that, kicking it off in Australia. Just like every year, Herman will force her to get along with her teammate, shoving them inside of the same private plane and made them do various media activities together.

Contrary to popular belief, she really doesn’t mind. Henry seems like a good kid. A bit nervous, a bit starry eyed. Nothing that she can’t handle. All of their media responsibilities ended for the day before it was time for them to do their driver briefing.

“You seem to get along with your new teammate,” called out a new voice, effectively catching her attention during her journey towards the briefing room. Henry had said that he needs to take some things back in their motorhome first, making y/n doing the journey alone.

“Maxie,” greeted y/n with a grin.

The so called ‘Maxie’ frowned.  “Don’t call me that,” he said. She could see an entourage of Red Bull employees all around him, no doubt protecting Christian’s very own prodigy from whatever danger he could have inside a guarded area.

Daniel couldn't be seen near him. It made her remember all the hushed talks about the Aussie contract renewal with Red Bull.

The woman laughed. “Aw, is little Maxie mad?” she said as she slung an arm around his shoulder – which is a feat itself considering he’s taller than her. “Don’t be that way to your best friend.”

“You’re not my best friend.”

“We so are!”

Years ago, back in 2015, when a kid called Max Verstappen joined Formula One, y/n felt that it was her duty to guide the lost little lamb. Or maybe it’s just her excuse to bully the new rookie.

You really can’t blame her for that. After all, she had been the youngest kid on the grid for years. She debuted when she was barely 17, she doesn’t even have a normal driving license. So that’s why when she first saw Helmut Marko newest golden boy, she thought that it was her time to be the reliable guy on the grid and helped Max to adjust to the Formula One lifestyle.

Which had not been going pretty well, considering Max is not the cutest kid on the planet – he broods, like a lot. Also Christian is basically in love with the kid. He’ll probably sell his own family for Max. 

She was not even surprised the slightest when it was announced that he and Kyvat will do a driver swap back in 2016. Controversial but interesting. She likes it.

“Ah, is that the Netflix crew?” said y/n as she waved towards the camera near them as they walked towards the briefing room. “Sorry babes, no camera during the briefings.”

“They know that,” muttered Max. “They just like following us around.”

“Ooo, spicy, stalker much, eh?”

A Red Bull employee actually chocked out a laugh at that and y/n count that as a win. The walk towards the briefing room is uneventful and was filled with small talks between her and Max. Some of the employees would chimed in, giving their own opinion or remarks but it’s pretty boring mostly.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the room.

Surprisingly, the first thing that she saw is a familiar pair of green eyes.

“Ah,” she said, stopping a bit in order to not bump into the male in front of her. “Charles,” greeted the woman good-naturedly. “You’re pretty early.”

Charles who came from the opposite direction, flushed a bit at that. He still got his pretty face which is nice. “I- uh, I don’t want to be late,” he replied. 

“A good mindset,” she said, giving him a thumbs up. “Anyway, have you met-“

“Charles,” greeted Max, with a nod of his head.

Charles too, gave him a nod. “Max.”

Both of them stared at each other silently at that, as if they're in the middle of sizing up each other before a battle. And maybe they are.

Y/n blinked. There seems an odd tension between the pair. “You guys know each other?” she asked, as the three of them enter the room. The female immediately sat at front.

Max, who decided to sit next to her, shrugged. “We met a lot during karting,” he answered, as if that explained the thick tension between the two of them.

“Yes,” replied Charles as he sat at her other side. “We often race against each other.”

“Ah,” she said. “Rivals huh? Neat.”

The door opened again at that, signalling the arrival of another set of drivers.

“Playing nice with the babies, y/n?” laughed Sebastian Vettel, clad in the familiar but still obnoxious red of Ferrari. She could see Kimi walking in alongside him, though just as usual, the man merely greeted her with a nod of his head before he take a seat behind them.

“For real,” she answered. “Gotta protect these kids hopes and dreams.”

“This is my fourth season,” argued Max back.

“Babies,” said y/n again.

Sebastian answered that with a laugh before he greeted Charles with small greeting and a pat on his back. It’s obvious that they had met beforehand. 

Slowly after that, more and more drivers appeared as low chatters began amongst themselves. Y/n was mainly occupied with both Charles and Max, though sometimes other drivers would greet her or chimed their opinion or two.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen,” started the man from FIA as he stood at the front of the room. “Let’s start the briefing. Is there any concern?”

And that officially starts the 2018 Formula One season.

The first time Charles ever saw y/n, was back in 2012.

It was the year where many things happened. He was entering almost the end of his karting days, looking for sponsors and teams who would want to support him for the higher categories. It was the year where he almost questioned his decision to be a racing driver. 

It was the year, where he realized that a future in Formula One is something that not everyone can reach.

To Charles back then, 2012 was one of the hardest year for his racing career. At the end of 2011, his father had confide to him that they’re running low on funds. That supporting his very expensive hobby will be harder and harder to do. It had stumped him, a realization about the harsh reality of the world.

Charles will be always grateful for Jules and all of his help after that. After all, without the man, he’s not sure if he will able to continue racing.

It was also the year where he found himself idolizing a new driver in Formula One. 

He first noticed her in a magazine. Charles doesn’t even know why did he picked that magazine all those years back. Maybe it was because she’s the only female in the stack of motorsport magazines. Maybe it was because she’s standing in front of a Formula One car, her face plastered on the cover with a headline that he will never forget.

"Youngest Race Winner in Formula One, y/n l/n," could be seen staring back at him. Behind that, in a font that is a bit smaller, the magazine too had added, 'The First Female Driver to ever won a Formula One Race.'

There’s something fierce and intimidating on her face as she stared back at her. It was as if she’s telling the world that she’s a winner. That she had arrived in the Formula One scene with one goal in mind.

To win.

Charles flipped open the magazine and began reading the article being dedicated to the female. About her passion, about her journey so far, and about her team. It is safe to say, that he was hooked ever since then.

As someone that wants to become a Formula One driver, it's only normal to follow the latest news regarding the sport. About the teams, or maybe the junior programs and opportunities that they had that can help his karting career. The arrival of Porsche back in 2012 was a really big moment for any fans of motorsport, so is y/n's arrival at the paddock.

For months, or even for the whole season, what people could talked about in the karting track is about the female. Oftentimes, she's an object of awe and reverent. As someone that started to break many boundaries that's being placed on the sport. Other times, she's an object of mockery and disapproval. Mostly due to her unconventional way to get her seat.

Honestly, back then, he also felt a bit apprehensive at that. After all, wouldn’t it be nice if he also came from a wealthy family that can just buy a whole Formula One team to support his dream? He wouldn’t have to work as hard as he is now, he wouldn’t have to desperately try to find sponsors or teams who would give him a bit of their time.

Maybe, if he came from a wealthy family, Arthur won’t have to give up karting.

That subject is still a sore spot for him. He knows that karting is an expensive sport, he knows that there is no way that his family can support two people karting at the same time. He knows, that he should be grateful that he’s the one being chosen for the investment.

But still, even after years, the guilt just won’t left him.

It’s the way he could see Arthur’s eyes dimmed a bit when he came for his races. It’s the way he would sometimes brought Charles’s old kart and use it in a track late at nights – thinking that no one will notice. His little brother is still as supportive as ever, cheering for him and wholly opened for discussions about his races, but Charles is not stupid. He can see how hurt Arthur was. 

And well, that served as more than enough motivation for him to race as hard as he can.

That reservation that he has for y/n l/n instantly disappeared as he watch the course of Formula One 2012 season. To him back then, it was really amazing for someone so young – only two years older than him – to be able to enter the pinnacle of racing and absolutely dominates the scene.

He watched the videos of her maiden win at the Chinese Grand Prix. He had obsessed over the overtakes that she did in Bahrain Grand Prix. That’s why, when the Monaco Grand Prix came around, he found himself watching it from the balcony of his friend apartment. 

The Grand Prix weekend had always brought a lot of fanfare. From the literal reconstruction of roads to the festive mood that people in Monaco seems to have, the Grand Prix weekend is something that Charles had always looked forward to.

“You seems more excited than usual,” said his friend, leaning forwards to his balcony railings. From their position here, he can almost heard the loud cheering from the grandstand or even the hustle and bustle that the Grand Prix seems to always brought to Monaco.

I’m going to race there one day, he thought, just like the years before. I’m going to be a Ferrari driver and I’m going to win the Monaco Grand Prix.

“Well,” started the Monegasque. “I have a new favourite driver.”

His friend raised his eyebrow. “Alonso?” he asked. “No, is it Felipe Massa?”

Charles shook his head. “Nah,” he denied. “L/n.”

At that, his friend stared at him. “Huh,” he finally let out. “It’s kind of weird not seeing you cheer for Ferrari.”

“I always cheer for Ferrari,” corrected Charles. “It’s just that I have another favourite driver on the grid.” 

“Mhm,” hummed his friend. “Not surprised though.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Cause you’re active in karting and all,” said the male. 

Charles blinked. “What do you even mean by that?”

“Like she’s a female and she’s one of the top driver,” explained his friend. “I just think that it would be obvious for guys like you – those who actively pursue racing as their career – to have some kind of crush to her.”

Crush?

And- and that stumped him.

It almost made him remember all of the things being said towards y/n. All the weird comments about her being a female or her attractive appearance. How she is more marketable and can play with the male fantasy and that it gave her an advantage compared to her other male counterparts.

How sexualized she is by everyone in the media.

He doesn’t like that.

Why is people talking about her gender when she made that insane overtake last race? Why is people talking about her in such a sexualized way when she’s literally the youngest race winner that Formula One had ever had?

All of them saw her as if she’s an object. As if, she’s in Formula One just to fuck around the grid and leave. They didn’t see her as the driver who won the China Grand Prix. They didn’t see her as the driver who got P2 in her debut race. They didn’t see her as a driver that has any worth for their attention and respect.

It was a bit of a horrifying realization. 

He knows that the world of motorsport has its own values and ideals. How people think that it’s a sport only for men and a job as a racing driver is something exclusive to someone who has balls between their legs. 

“No,” he replied, hand tightening around the railing. “I don’t like her just because of that.”

Because the woman is more amazing than that. He knows that she’s attractive. Anyone who has a pair of working eyes can see that. But that’s not the only reason why he put her in a pedestal so high. 

He likes her because she’s only two years older than him and she’s already a race winner. He likes her because she won’t back down from all the shitty things that the media had said about her ever since her debut. He likes her because she fights for the championship against drivers with an infinite experience and skills. Charles likes her because she’s an amazing driver. Charles likes her, because she has the skills to back up her seat in Formula One.

Not because-

A black Porsche car zoomed past him.

Not because-

He watched her finishing the race at fourth in Monaco.

Charles likes her, because she’s someone that is changing the sport.

She’s someone more amazing than how the media is portraying her. A fighter, someone that’s fighting for her voice to be heard. 

His idol.

From that on, he followed her career attentively. His family called it obsession but he likes to call it admiration. From her maiden driver championship in 2013, to her third one in 2017, he had followed it all.

He watched her win three championships. He watched her break countless records. He watched her turned all of those criticisms into words of adorations and worships.

A legend. A superstar. The best driver on the grid.

It had served as an amazing motivation for him to pursue his career in Formula One. Especially during darker times in life where he had questioned his place in the sport so many times. After loss and loss, the female had always became some sort of motivation for him to continue his racing career.

So after winning F2 and being offered a seat in Sauber, he was excited.

That offer had been a testament of his skill, that someone finally acknowledge him. That offer had made the lie that he had told his dad before his passing a truth, that the guilt won’t eat him up once more. That offer had made the dream that he had held for so long a reality.

That offer had made him even closer to y/n.

When Fred had offered him to meet the female during the pre-season testing he had took up the offer in an instant.

The phrase ‘never meet your heroes’ is something that he would like to disagree because meeting y/n is like a dream come true. She’s Charming and witty. A hard worker and attentive to whatever nonsense he said during their meeting. Y/n is just so nice, just like how he imagine her to be.

Charles almost tripped himself when she asked for his number after that because holy shit- 

Somehow, after that meeting, he convinced himself that they stood at an equal ground. That after years and years of blood, sweat, and tears, Charles finally found himself on an equal ground with his idol.

He had never been so wrong.

He looked up, and he could see the female stood in front of the podium in front of him. Her smile bright, as she sprayed champagne towards Sebastian and Lewis who respectively stood at the second and third place.

It’s 2018 and it’s the Australian Grand Prix.

It’s 2018, and Charles saw the person that he had idolized for a long time won a race that Charles also participates in.

It was almost surreal to see her like this. To see the woman he had chatted with at the Porsche hospitality a few weeks ago to the woman who just won the first race of the season. The three of them – y/n, Sebastian, and Lewis – looks almost unreal to him.

The top drivers in the grid. The three world champions.

The best of the best.

His own 15th position on the grid stings a bit. Which is a bit unreasonable because he drives a Sauber. There is no way a Sauber could defeat cars from the top teams. Him, being a 15th position in a Sauber should be a pretty good achievement already.

But alas, it just doesn’t feel enough.

When they had chatted during the pre-session testing, it had gave him a fake illusion about them being an equal. After all, Charles is a Formula One driver now. He drives in the pinnacle of motorsport. He had shown the world that he’s capable to be a Formula One driver. Just like what he had dreamt of for years.

Today, is a harsh wake up call.

Y/n had looked so friendly and attainable that it gave him a false sense of hope that they stood on the same ground. Maybe it’s the euphoria of being promoted to F1 or maybe it’s the euphoria of managing to meet the woman that he had idolized for so many years.

Seeing this, her being at the top of the rankings while him, at the bottom, is a harsh reality check for him.

Because they’re not equal.

She’s still the faraway star that he can’t reach and he’s still the silent admirer that doesn’t have the courage to reach for her.

He’s still Charles Leclerc and she’s y/n l/n. Formula One superstar and legend. 

If he want her to look at him, to make sure that she remember his name, then he has to be better. He has to prove that he will worth her time.

Drive to Survive Season 1 Episode 3

It’s all about Porsche.

“It seems like a curse,” laughed Christian. “No one can hold off the second seat of Porsche for more than two years.”

A montage of past drivers could be seen. In some clips, a younger y/n could be seen standing or talking with the past drivers. It’s clear that these people are the previous holder of Porsche’s second seat.

“I think that it’s a known secret,” started Will as he stared at the camera. “While y/n portrays herself as a fun loving and charming woman, it’s clear that she is really strict and competitive towards her teammate.”

Y/n and Henry could be seen at that, the both of them entering a Porsche car. From how it looks, it seems that the both of them are going to the track together from their hotel. Henry could be seen wearing the standard Porsche polo shirt while y/n in wearing an oversized Porsche racing jacket and a sports bra underneath it.

“Are you driving?” asked the female, raising her eyebrows from behind her sunglasses.

“Sure,” said the male as they both entered the car, “I can drive.”

“Well if you can’t drive all of us are fucked,” answered the female as she sat on her seat. Y/n sitting at the front while two of their staff sat the back.

“Are you excited?” asked the staff as they made their way. “It’s your debut race.”

“I am,” laughed Henry. “There’s a lot of expectations that came with being a Porsche driver.”

During this conversation, y/n doesn’t seems interested in the conversation as she scrolled on her phone silently. The show made it more dramatic as they show a scene where there’s some kind of awkward silence inside the car.

After that, both y/n and Henry could be seen entering the grid. The female are laughing and taking pictures as well as giving autographs to her fans. From this image, we could see how much of a superstar the female is. Though, as they continue their way, the female could be seen greeting other employees and other drivers in a friendly way while Henry could be seen looking confused at the back.

A rookie and a superstar. A very different image.

“It’s not a bad trait to have,” clarified Will. “Because in order to be a world champion, you have to be competitive. In this sport, your first rival should always be your teammate. After all-“

Two Porsche could be seen racing against each other.

“-You have the exact same car-“

A team radio could be heard between Henry and the race engineer who’s ordering for the male to do a pitstop.

“-the same team strategy-“

A scene of two Porsche crashed into each other could be seen.

“And the same competitiveness to show that you’re the best driver on the team.”

The scene changed back into the interview room as Henry Santos appeared. His name could be seen besides him and his position as Porsche driver are written underneath it.

“My name is Henry Santos and I race for Porsche Royale Formula One team,” answered the male smoothly. A question was being asked offscreen as Henry could be seen listening and blinking before he let out a laugh. “Yes, there are a lot of pressure, considering this is my rookie year.”

On the screen, the standings from 2017 could be seen where Porsche won the constructor championship and y/n winning the driver championship. Henry voice too, could be seen as a voiceover, “Porsche is a winning team,” he said. “I want to be someone that can honour that ambition.”

“Do you think you can become the number one driver in Porsche?” asked the producer.

Henry’s smile froze as there’s a stretch of silence after that question.

It’s clear that Netflix wants some kind of drama from that question. The fight of Porsche’s number one driver position. A rookie versus the world champion.

“Yes,” he finally answered. “Yes I believe I can.”

It was almost like a declaration of war. After all, y/n is the reigning world champion. She’s the one that’s using the number one on her car this year. A consistent driver that always shows a remarkable performance each year.

For a rookie like Henry to say that, it’s a bold claim to have.

“A conflict,” said Christian as he appeared once again. “Will bound to happen in a team like that.”

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Azriel x Reader x Cassian Drabble 

Uhhhhhh….

NSFW 18+

Congrats @whisperingmidnights on 1k 🥰

A shriek of pleasure leaves my swollen lips that have been biten and kissed for nearly three quarters of an hour by the two males now who tower over me, my mind in an utter haze, my vision blurring as my eyes gloss over with tears of ecstasy that roll down my cheeks as darkness incarnate impales me with his cock, shadows swirling around him in a frenzy as his heady, choked grunts escape him uncontrollably. His scarred hands grip at my shaking, plush thighs, holding them spread apart as he pounds into me, droplets of his sweat trickling from his ink black hairline down to the side of his beautiful face. Azriel looks wholly enraptured, his throbbing cock being milked by the consistent clamping of my gummy walls, trying to keep him inside. His hazel irises that were once locked on mine in reassurance flutter down to my bouncing breasts and the Illyrian warrior that is leaned over and switching back and forth between each tit, suckling on them while fisting his cock, moaning and whining into my peaked flesh. Cassian focuses on my right tit, biting harshly down on the pebbled nipple, soothing away the sharp tinge with a soft lap of his warm tongue over it. His broad hand fits over my left breast, squeezing it at the same pace and force he squeezes his cock. I can’t control myself, I can’t make up where to place my hands. I can’t focus on anything. One of my fists clenches at the eggshell sheets that are becoming soaked with our juices, the noise of the harsh slapping of Azriel’s balls against the base of my slick coated sex and Cass’ quick stroking of his rock hard cock filling the room in a filthy song. My other hand runs down the length of the general’s back, pausing at the apex of his thin, battle-scarred wings. It is instinct that has me running my pad of my forefinger down the bone of his wing before tracing the pulsing vein covered in the thin leather. Cassian roars against my tit, head burying into my collar as his warm, milky cum spurts out of him in ropes, spilling all over the side of my waist. Azriel’s thumb brushes over my swollen clit as Cass pants into me, instantly triggers my own release. I come with what sounds like a shaky gasp, unable to catch my breath as the spymaster rails and ruts into my spasming cunt. Another roll and grind of his hips has me spilling over into another climax before my first could complete, and my vision nearly whites out when Azriel follows my second release with his first, his warm cum spilling into me and leaking out as he eases me through the waves of rapture. He collapses down next to me, pulling my sore body into his chest while Cass paws over to cuddle into me from behind. My shaky hand weakly grabs at the comforter, yanking it over our bodies before the three of us pass out from the night of euphoria. 

I DIDNT know how to finish this so sorry about that

I’m a filthy whore

[clone-anon-after-dark]

May I request a Crosshair x Transmale reader? And have Crosshair call him a good boy? I would forever be in your debt-

Reconnecting (Crosshair x Trans Male Reader)

Word Count: 1251

Warnings: NSFW, minors go away, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected PIV or PIA (kept that vague), some aftercare, use of “good boy”

A/N: established relationship, I wanted this to be sweet but also still Crosshair, so you’re getting some soft!Crosshair.

Hi Anon! I hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for. I went with established relationship sweetness.

You rushed home to find Crosshair was in the fresher. The shower was on full blast and you smiled to yourself. He’d let himself in, as was now his habit when he returned from a mission.  You threw your shoes and socks off and sat on the bed, waiting for him.  You knew he was in a good mood. You hadn’t even seen him yet, but you felt it.  Maybe it was the playful comm message he’d left the night before or simply that you missed being enveloped in his limbs as you both dozed. 

You heard the water turn off and your heart sped up. About a minute later he came out with his favorite black towel wrapped around his waist. He smelled like his favorite shampoo. Lavender and pine. He stopped in the doorway and grinned at you. There was a comfort in his features. You read his face better than anyone at this point. His smile was small, but almost soft. Content. His eyes showed both love and lust. He walked over to where you sat on the bed.

“I missed you,” you said quietly as he sat next to you. He studied your face, making sure he remembered every feature, before kissing your lips. 

“I missed you too,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. “More than you know.”

You couldn’t deny that you wanted him and he knew it. The feeling was mutual and you added, “Let me show you how much I missed you.”

“Mm, gladly. But first how about we get this off?” He kissed your cheek as he tugged on your shirt.  You pulled it over your head and let your trousers fall to the ground.  Standing in front of him, he greedily took in your form, eyes filled with admiration.  You bent down a bit to kiss him, teasing his lower lip with your tongue before leaving little kisses along his jawline. His hands traced circles on your back before resting on your ass. He moaned as he gave your bum a little squeeze.  You pulled away to kiss a trail down his chest and torso.  You grinned at the way his cock twitched under the towel.  He nodded his permission and you loosed the towel, letting it fall to the side as you kneeled in front of him.  You ran your hands and up and his thighs, loving the sensation and enjoying the feeling of their strength. He was so close to calling you a tease when you grasped his cock and started sucking on the head. 

“Gah!” He gasped at the sensation, sending shivers throughout his body. How he missed you when he was away.  He leaned back a little, one hand resting on your head.  He never pushed, but you felt a neediness he would never vocalize.  You licked his cock from base to tip several times before taking in as much as you could. You held him near the back of your mouth and worked your tongue from side to side while humming.

“Good boy,” he said, staring down at you and you made a meal out of him.  Your heartbeat sped up and started bobbing your head.  He enjoyed the sensations another minute before resting his hands on your shoulders. 

“That’s enough for now,” he said through a shuddered breath, “I need to stay ready for the main event. Your turn.”

You grinned at him and helped you up. He kissed you and again you inhaled his scent mixed with the euphoria of the moment.  He helped you out of the rest of your clothes.  He could be a fast mover if he wanted to, but he was clearly savoring things today. He kissed and sucked your neck just enough to make you whine.

He looked at you, clearly having thought about this for a good while, and said, “I’m going to give you the same treatment you just gave me and I want you to lay still.”  You were already feeling waves of heat radiating throughout your body, but something about his explicit instructions always sent a jolt through your chest.  You nodded and he kissed your lips.  It wasn’t demanding, but firm and confident.  He made his way down your body and ghosted his hand between your legs. You felt his presence even if he wasn’t directly touching you. Your body responded, wanting the contact. He started with kisses and smiled up at you, seeing how much your body was already reacting.  He started licking slowly, sucking you into his mouth, and trying to draw out the sensation. His tongue added the perfect amount of pressure and it was all you could do to lay there as he feasted.  You moaned and he held on to your hips, humming as he continued to elicit pleasure from you. Your hands rested on his own.  You looked down at him and your heart leapt.  He took in your entire form. This man with more than perfect eyesight saw every bit of you and loved it all.  

“Come here,” you managed. “I want you.”

A proud smile tugged at the side of his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.  He crawled back up along your body and settled his hips between your legs.  He kissed you deeply and his digits made sure everything was plenty wet. 

“I’m ready,” you said, “Been ready.”  

He gazed into your eyes as he sank into you with a little groan.  He started thrusting slowly, but as your hips arched toward his, he sank in further and picked up the pace.  You clung to his shoulders and you panted his name.

Crosshair buried his face in your neck and with a controlled gasp let out, “Good boy. So good for me.”  The perfect friction between your bodies sent heat all the way to your fingers and toes. You clenched your muscles around his cock and he reached down to stroke you.  His talented movements brought you to the brink, nearly making you dizzy.  No sooner had you recognized this feeling and Crosshair’s arms held you a little closer.

“I’ve got you,” he said as he slowed the pace.  You cried out his name as your climax overtook you, waves of pleasure lapping from your core outward.  He gently worked you through your orgasm.  As your body started to relax, you held him, feeling him stiffen in pleasure.  You squeezed his bum, pulling him just a little bit closer, making him grunt all the more as he came buried inside you.

He laid on you as you both settled down from your highs.  He kept his face nestled in the crook of your neck.  He felt amazing even now. You kissed his forehead and held him.  He looked up at you and smiled almost shyly.  Holding you, he carefully rolled over, pulling you next to him.  You could swear his face was flush and not just from the sex.  There was a vulnerability he couldn’t quite express in words.

“I love you, Crosshair.”

He smiled shyly again and quietly replied, “I love you too.”  He kissed your lips and then your temple, holding you like he never wanted to let go. He rubbed your back and you both laid there quietly for a few minutes.  He reached for his forgotten towel and cleaned you both off.  As usual, you eventually threw on some comfortable clothes and both settled on the couch, looking to reconnect in more ways than one.

Tagging: @dukeoftheblackstar @staycalmandhugaclone

[infernalodie]

Bank Robber M!R spending his possibility last night with Cassie and she finds out the next day what he’s been up to these past few months

𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 || 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯' 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯' 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦"

Inspo: Jeremy Zucker - full stop

Pairing: Cassie Howard x Black!Male!reader

Summary: If it be your last night with her, you would use it to your fullest...

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and even more angst

Words: 2320

DNI IF YOU'RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Cassie was sitting on her window sill, staring out at the empty street out front of her house. Legs were tucked into her chest as she awaited another long and hopeless night. She didn’t know why she decided to continue to wait here. Maybe it was the pitiful hope that you may come to her after so long of being gone. Or maybe she just wanted to stay up at night and watch the stars like the two of you always did when you were in town. But your visits had become lesser and lesser after the last.

You weren’t home as much as you used to. All Cassie knew was that your job required you to go away sometimes and be away. Of course, Cassie understood it but never knew more than what you drip-fed her. Giving her tiny pieces of info about what you did, which wasn’t enough for her to get the full picture of your lifestyle. What she did know is that you travelled, a lot, you made enough money to keep paying your rent at your apartment whilst you were away, and you could buy her things that doubled anything Nate had ever gotten her. Offering her to stay at your place rent-free and her phone bill. It was a lot for one guy who freshly graduated, but Cassie is just guessing you worked construction.

So, the time she got with you was very little as of late. Leading to her staying up and sitting by her window sill waiting for you to just pop up out of thin air and hold her. And hopefully have you with her in the morning.

The buzzing of her phone drew her attention. Her eyes lazily flowed from the window to her phone. In an instant, her eyes shot wide her hands scrambled at the phone. Knowing your phone number like the back of her hand, she pressed the green button and pressed the device to her ear, lips etched into an excited grin. “Hi, baby.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” you breathed, a smile able to be heard in your voice. Cassie pulled her legs closer to her chest, resetting her chin on her right knee as she stared out the window. She doesn’t know how long it’s been since she’d last heard your voice. But she didn’t realize how nice it was to hear it. “I just wanted to check in. See if you were still awake.”

“I was waiting for you,” Cassie replied. Standing up from the window sill, she moved to the edge of her bed and took a seat. “How’s work been? Everything alright wherever you are?” A deep chuckle filled the other end with a hiss able to be heard a moment later. Cassie’s smile slightly faltered, eyebrows scrunching together as she straightened her posture. “Y/n, are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, Cass. I’m good,” you reassured with a deep groan. Your eyes flickered down to the bullet wound in your side. Removing your hand, you took a quick look at the 9mm hole and sighed, returning pressure to the wound. Resting your head against the side of the payphone as you let out a low groan. “Am I able to come over? I need help with something.”

“Y/n, are you okay?” Cassie asked, now standing back to her feet she listened to every little noise that came from the other end of the phone. “Do I need to come and get you? I can if you need-”

“Baby.” Your voice wasn’t firm or annoyed, but somewhat admiring and loving. “I’ll be there in 10, ‘kay? Just… Just keep the front door unlocked. Is your sister home?” When she said no, you sighed in relief. “Ok, grab the med kit in your bathroom and have it by your guys’ couch in your room, yeah?”

Cassie couldn’t help but feel even more worried and confused by what you were not telling her. You weren’t telling her something that might explain what was going on. But that was something regular she should’ve gotten used to when it came to you. Everything about you had to be shrouded in some sheet that hid more of yourself from her. Shame or nervousness; she wasn’t too sure.

“Cassie?”

She shook her head from the thoughts, clearing her throat. “Ok, I’ll be waiting.”

“I’ll see you in a bit,” you told her. “I love you.”

She couldn’t reply before you hung up the phone, leaving the phone to be blank as she dropped it on her bed and did what you asked. Running downstairs and unlocking the door before running back upstairs to grab the medical kit and setting it on her couch. Anxiously preparing for whatever shit storm you were planning on bringing to her home.

When you did show up, Cassie finally understood the purpose of the medical kit was for. Finding the grey shirt you wore to be drenched along the side in blood. An almost grey tinge on your face tells her that you must’ve lost too much blood. Once bright and beautiful ebony skin is now stained red and your complexion greying from the bullet still lodged in your side.

Yet, you wore that charming smile of yours. “Hey, baby.”

“Y/n, w-what the fuck happened?” Cassie breathed, hands covering her mouth as you pushed from the door and toward her. She couldn’t decide what needed more attention, you or the fact you were beginning to bleed on her floor.

Instead of providing her with an answer or just giving her something to work with, you grabbed the medical kit and moved to the bathroom. Placing it on the sink and looking in the mirror. After this, you needed to go. You needed to skip town and never look back until things died down. Then again, maybe they never would. And sadly, your heart was already aching from reality beginning to settle in from what had happened.

Things weren’t to have played out the way that they did. A smash and grab- that’s what they had told you. But why the fuck did things always have to go sideways with you? Why did they make you have to pull the trigger?

Looking past yourself and to Cassie who stood in the doorway with a concerned look, you clenched your jaw. “Can you help me with this?” You mused, lowering your gaze. The blonde licked her lips, stepping behind you and carefully shimming the hem of your shirt up. Feeling the engulfing heat of your skin against the back of her hand, the droplets of sweat, and the blood that touched her ivory skin.

After a painful process of getting the shirt over your head and arms out, it left you leaning against the sink. Hands bracing the porcelain as you scanned the wound. “I’m going to need your help with something,” you announced to the girl. “It’s going to suck for me, but it might be worse for you-”

“Why do you have a gun?” The question made you look over your shoulder. Finding your girlfriend transfixed on the pistol resting along the hem of your pants.

You sighed. “Cassie, I really need your help with this-”

“You don’t get to do this!” Cassie exclaimed, silencing you. “You don’t get to show up at my house after no texts or phone calls for days and no explanation as to where you’ve been, alright? And still, even now, you aren’t telling me the truth, Y/n. What the fuck is going on?”

“Help me with this, and then I’ll tell you.” The sharpness in your tone made the girl’s jaw clench. Staring sharp daggers at you, clear frustration found in those beautiful eyes of hers. It was unfair. You understood that, but things weren’t as simple as Cassie would like them to be. They never would and never will.

Creating some sort of pact for now, Cassie grabbed your arm softly and turned you around. Grabbing the medical supplies as you said, “The bullet is still inside. You’ll have to pull it out.”

“Great! I like how you asked the person who has no experience with this type of thing and is your girlfriend! Smartest fucking idea I have ever heard in my entire fucking life-”

“I have nowhere else to go, Cass!” You told her, silencing her tangent. “You’re all I have left and I need you right now. So, if you can’t do this, then fine. But don’t make me feel like shit more than I already do.”

With pursed lips, Cassie kneeled down in front of you and placed her fingers around the wound. There was a faint sting, but nothing too serious. When she gently spread your skin, trying to make more room for the tiny clamps, that made you groan in pain. But she didn’t say anything. Brows scrunched together in concentration as she gently and slowly pushed the clamps inside whilst you rolled your head back, grunting in pain.

She tried to be as quick and as gentle as possible. But as much as you had experienced wounds before, you’d never had to have someone pull a bullet from your body. So, you were grateful that Cassie wasn’t just jamming the clamps into the wound and wringing it around inside of you.

When she found the bullet and pulled it out, you took the liberty to stitch yourself up. Sitting on the toilet and doing so as Cassie cleaned up the floor and her hands. Scrubbing until her skin was red and ready to break. Although she wasn’t saying much, she was freaking the fuck out. She was on edge. She was sick. She couldn’t think straight with all the jumbled and clouding thoughts in her head. Seeing you bleeding, seeing the gun, the bullet, she needed answers or she might just go insane.

“Explain what the fuck is going on, Y/n,” Cassie breathed, turning off the faucet and bracing her hands along the edge. “I feel like I am going crazy over here while you act like this is nothing new.”

It wasn’t.

Ok, getting shot was new, but you injured and laying low wasn’t. “I am involved in some dangerous shit, Cass,” you confessed, driving the sewing needle through your flesh, biting your bottom lip. Cassie looked away, unable to stomach the sight. “I won’t tell you much because I want to protect you, but I’ve been a criminal since before you left me.”

Cassie frowned, looking over at you cutting the thread and beginning to tie a tiny knot. “What the fuck do you mean you’re a criminal?” She laughed. “You’re an on-the-go worker that…” She trailed over her words, unable to find the correct occupation.

But the longer she mulled over her words and placed two and two together, she was slowly realizing that you hadn’t hidden anything from her. The large margins of time you were gone, the excessive amounts of cash, the secrecy, it all just made sense now. 

Should she be surprised? Angry? Hurt? It was all too much at once for her fragile mind to handle. Your crimson-stained hand gently touched her naked thigh, pulling her gently towards you. “Cass, return to Earth.” Your words made the blonde swallow the lump in her throat, blinking rapidly and finally meeting your warm gaze. “I never wanted you to find out like this. Everything is so fucked up right now and I know you’re trying to process all of this. By tomorrow you don’t want me in your life anymore, then fine. But I just need a place to stay for the night.”

For the first time tonight, Cassie finally was given vulnerability. A chance to have insight as to what is going on in that beautiful head of yours. Finally able to see and feel something that felt real and genuine. Like, the curtains had finally been pulled back and allowing the sun to shine through the window. It felt nice, refreshing, and emotionally rehabilitating.

Cassie blinked rapidly, leaning down as her hands held your face. Brushing her thumbs over your cheeks and jaw, the little bristles of your light stubble. Sliding to the back of your head where she gently toyed with the ends of your corn rows with her eyes tearing up. “As long as you lay with me tonight.” Smiling shakily, Cassie watched as you leaned up and kissed her nose, forehead, and cheeks, and then finally met her lips. It was soft, sweet, and loving. Just like it always has been.

So, was that frightening? Shouldn’t Cassie be the tiniest bit scared of what you’ve done in your past if you were a criminal? Maybe you’d killed people. Or maybe you’d hurt people that may be deserving or non-deserving of it. But for whatever reason, she felt closer to you than she ever has been since the two of you started dating. Shit, maybe since the two of you last saw one another before tonight.

With caution, Cassie helped patch up your wound with a bandage and moved you to her bed. Allowing you to slip under the covers before soon following with her head resting on your chest. Your heartbeat beats like a drum with a methodical rhythm to it. A calming sound to Cassie's ears as she turned her head slightly and kissed your chest. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

A warm hand came down her back and gently rubbed the curve of her spine. Repeating the motion until Cassie was in a sleepy daze, eyes fighting for a chance to hear if you respond or to just stay with you a little longer. Hang onto this moment a tad bit more. But your silence was suffocatingly comfortable and it left Cassie finally relenting and closing her eyes.

“You won’t, baby.”

But you know that wasn’t the truth, judging by the sirens heard in the distance outside.

[domesticblisss]

playing dangerous

eddie munson x female reader requested prompt: “hi could you write eddie x reader where reader is the main singer of another band in hawkins and reader’s band invite eddie’s band to perform at some concerts? maybe eddie got a crush on them!! please and thank you!” rating: mature. minors dni word count: 2894 summary: reader is the lead singer of hawkins most prominent band and eddie's former school buddy. what happens when they finally see each other after a few years during a festival? warnings: fluff, smut and the tiniest bit of angst. basically another fix-it fic. oral (male receiving) unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos), teasing, dom!reader and switch!eddie, eddie is pussy drunk and reader is cock drunk, deepthroat, spit, pet names (baby, sweetheart and needy boy), aftercare and mentions of weed and alchool, eddie is self conscious about his scars.

Eddie had lost count of how many concerts of hers he had gone to. He always stood there, in the middle of the crowd, right in front of her, earning the occasional wink, which he always hoped were destined to him, not just a stage act. 

She looked like a goddess up there. Tight, distressed black jeans, corsets, leather and lace that accentuated the best parts of her body. Red lips that did wonders to his imagination, sometimes a shade darker, sometimes a shade lighter; her eyes always sported some heavy makeup, a little bit smudged from the sweat, but his favourite always were the dark blue sparkly eyeshadow that contrasted perfectly with her eyes.

God, she’s beautiful. 

Eddie hoped she remembered him. They went to school together, her being one year his senior. She had always been an ethereal being, the coolest person in school, attracting the eyes of jocks and nerds alike. Even with her rock ‘n’ roll exterior, she was fun, the typical extrovert that befriended everyone. 

They had shared conversations a few times before, nothing too serious, she often complimented Eddie’s clothes and his hair, bought weed from him in a few parties and even shared a joint. He still feels the tingly sensation of when her fingers brushed against his. 

After the whole Upside Down issue got out to the world and was finally done for good, Eddie was able to clear his name and got recognised as the hero he truly is, and, as a consequence, Corroded Coffin started to get big. The tuesdays at The Hideout were no longer, they got the main attraction spot on fridays and the former five drunks crowd was now impossible to count, the line at the door sometimes going down the block. 

And that’s how Corroded Coffin got a spot at the first annual Hawkins Music Festival, which was obviously headlined by her band. They had gotten big after she graduated, got a sweet record deal and toured around Indiana. 

The concert ended, the crowd slowly dissipating and Eddie leaving to meet his bandmates backstage with Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan in a row. 

“Hey Munson!” Eddie hears coming from behind him. Her voice holds the same playful tone it had during their high school years. Eddie turns around, anxiety and euphoria taking over him. 

“H-hey!”

She hugs him. A tight, long hug, one that is deemed too long and a bit weird for two people who are barely acquaintances, but god, it felt so right. Her body fit his perfectly, her hair was still a bit wet from the post concert shower she had taken, making her smell like a mix of sweet coconut shampoo and the strong, sexy, leathery scent of her perfume. It was driving him crazy. 

“Corroded Coffin, huh?” she asked as she left his embrace. Her eyes were glowing and her voice full of excitement. 

“Y-yeah.” Eddie is a stuttering mess. The metaphorical hold she has on him was tighter than ever, making him forget the simplest things, even how to speak. She had taken off the heavy makeup and Eddie was mesmerised, she looked like an angel and he couldn’t decide which persona he liked better. Both, both are perfect. Eddie knew she was speaking, he heard her talking excitedly with his friends, something about how good his band was and a party but all he could think about his how perfect she is, how he can still feel her arms around him, how her boobs squeezed against his chest and the fact that his clothes were now impregnated with her perfume. Eddie was whipped. 

“Dude.” Steve elbowed him, waking him from his trance. 

“Yeah.”

She let out a small chuckle that made Eddie blush. “I said we’re having a little after party at that new bar downtown and I asked if you wanted to go. Everybody said yes and we’re just waiting for you.”

The man nodded eagerly. “Of course! Let’s go!”

“Cool.” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the parking lot. The tingling sensation is back, making Eddie relish the softness of her hand and the light pressure of her fingers. 

“Wait!” she stopped suddenly, making him bump into her, his face so close, too close, to hers as she turned around. “Sorry.” Eddie mumbled. 

“Do you mind giving me a ride? The boys are all with their girlfriends and I don’t think there’s any space left in our van.”

“Oh, no problem.” Eddie said and they went back on their way. The voice in the back of his head nagged him, filling his thoughts with one annoying question, and, before he could even stop himself, Eddie blurted it out “Is your boyfriend coming too?”

“Oh Eddie,” she laughed and turned back to him, standing closer, tip-toeing so she could be on his ear level to whisper “I don’t have one.”

Eddie stays quiet the whole drive to the bar, Steve and Robin doing most of the talking, asking her about the band and touring life. 

He feels a bit looser after arriving at the bar, her joy contaminating him. 

“Gotta ask you something, Eds.” She said when his friends left to get more drinks. 

“Shoot.”

“So, my band is going on tour, it’s a little bit bigger than what we are used to, and the record label said we could get anyone we wanted as an opening act. Sooo, I talked to the guys and I, well, we want to ask if Corroded Coffin wants to open our shows?” 

“Are you serious?” Eddie was shocked. 

“Yeah?”

“Of course we want it! Holy shit!”

Steve and the rest of the crew arrive with their drinks just in time and Steve calls for a celebration. They danced, drank a few shots and Steve got so drunk that Jonathan had to drive him home, ending their night earlier and leaving Eddie and her alone. 

They talked a lot, she asked him about the Upside Down and he told her everything, every little detail. It felt freeing being able to talk about it with someone that hadn’t lived it, he was silently thankful that she was away that whole time. He told her about Vecna, about the bats and how they got him, how slow his recovery was and how the town that once hated him, got together to help him. 

That earned him an emotional “Of course, you’re a fucking hero, Eddie.”

The duo stayed quiet for a while, just taking in each other's presence, enjoying the music and the beer. 

“Your hair is looking great, Munson.” she said when she felt it was comfortable enough to change the subject.

“Yeah? Thanks. Yours isn't so bad either.”

“You know, I had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

“What?! Why?!” Eddie asked, almost outrageous. 

“What do you mean ’why’?'' she returned his question laughing. 

“You were literally the coolest, hottest chick in school, you could literally have anyone you wanted, why on earth would you have a crush on me off of all people?”

“First of all, you should think a little highly of yourself,” she said, looking into his eyes, “second of all.…” she trailed off Eddie’s big brown eyes suddenly a bit too much for her. Nervously, she grabbed the full-of-rings hand that Eddie had propped on his leg, holding his own knee, and started playing with the rings. “You were always nice to me, Eds. I know we barely spoke to each other but you always treated me with respect, you actually tried to talk to me about things, you know? You didn’t talk to me just so you could get in my pants.” 

She looked at him again, giving him a little embarrassed smile. “Besides, you were the only person in school that liked the same things as I did, and, well, you’re so fucking hot, that helped too.”

Eddie snorted, her confession making his head go on overdrive. “You think– you thought I was hot?” His voice was borderline ironic, like she had said the most absurd thing in the world. Eddie never had the worst self esteem ever, he was able to score some babes from time to time that admitted he was good looking, but it wasn’t always the best, being called a freak so many times can only do so much to a person’s self esteem. 

“I THINK you are hot, Eddie. Have you seen yourself?”

“Oh.”

On impulse, Eddie kisses her. It’s a weird kiss, all teeth, she’s a bit shocked and doesn’t kiss him back. Noticing her frozen state, Eddie pulls back. 

“I’m so sorry, oh my god I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done this I–“

Her hand swiftly goes to his thigh, holding him in place. “No, no, no, come ‘ere.” Her voice is breathy and the pout she has on her lips is irresistable. 

“Are you sure?”

“Shut up, Eds.” She says as she pulls him back to her and soon her lips are on his. It’s a hot kiss, slow and sensuous. She teases and teases him, little nips on his full lips, her tongue dances lazily against his, and her left hand moves around his torso, tracing his scars and playing with his nipple, while the other one plays with his hair, one particular strong hair pull makes him moan, and she takes this as an excuse to trail kisses down his jaw and explore his neck. Her hand moves down too, from his nipple to the expanse of his stomach, her nail torturously tracing a path down his navel to his happy trail, stopping when she finally reaches the hem of his pants. She bites Eddie’s neck a bit hard, hard enough to make sure he will have a hickey in a few hours. 

“Fuck.” Eddie moans, almost pathetically. Her breathy laugh on his neck and the way her hand hovers but doesn’t touch him turns Eddie into a needy mess. 

“What is it, Eddie?” she says as innocently as one can get while sliding the tip of their nail on someone else's zipper, while that someone else is sporting a raging hard on.

“I ne-need y-you to touch me, please.” Eddie says. Something about her makes him feel like an inexperienced teenager, making him all nervous and needy, making him beg. 

“You want me to touch you?” Her voice is soft but holds so much power, so much authority. She trails the kisses back up his throat and stops at his jaw, alternating between kisses and nips. 

“Please, pleeease.” Eddie begs, his hand going to the one that is playing with his zipper in a poor attempt to make her apply some pressure to relieve his aching cock. She gets up and her hand leaves his dick, the sudden loss of contact making Eddie whine. His eyes are glassy – a mixture of the pain coming from his dick and fear that she might laugh and leave him there – big brown orbs looking up to her wide and full of hope. 

“You are so cute, Eds, so needy.” she giggles and kisses his lips. One, two, three times, before whispering “meet me in the ladies bathroom in five, okay? Knock three times so I know it’s you.” she pecks his lips one more time and leaves. 

Those were the five longest minutes of his life, he drowned the rest of his beer and hers, played with the salt packets on his table and even took a few pictures with some fans. God, he hoped his erection wasn’t noticeable on them. 

One. 

Two. 

Three. 

The door slowly opens, her hand snakes around his wrist and pulls him inside. 

“Hi Eds.” she says and wastes no time in locking her lips on his. This time the kiss is faster, hotter, more urgent. Eddie is surer of himself, more imposing. His hands cradle her head, his fingers tangled in her hair. She hurriedly lifts his shirt, breaking the kiss to take it off. 

She is faster than Eddie and when he tries to bring her back for another kiss, she moves down, taking her sweet time to kiss his scars. 

“You are so hot, Eds.”

Kiss

“So bad ass.”

Kiss

“So pretty.”

Kiss

“So fucking metal.”

The gesture makes him a bit emotional. For someone that always seemed so self assured as Ed usually did, the scars still made him a bit self conscious. His hands gripped the counter hard and he had to look away for a bit. 

She notices it and gets to her feet again, hands gently touching his cheeks, making him look at her. 

“We can get the shirt back on if you want.” she says, voice caring. 

Eddie shakes his head and pecks her lips. “You were the first person to ever see me shirtless after everything. I just wasn’t expecting your reaction.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was expecting you to run away.”

The confession made her heart ache and she hugged him, just as tightly as she had earlier that night. 

“Look at me.” she waited until he looked in her eyes “If anyone ever gives you shit about your scars, you tell me, okay? And I’ll beat their ass myself.” 

Eddie laughed a genuine laugh and held her close, pecking her lips. “Okay.”

“Good. You still wanna keep going?”

“God, yes.” Eddie answered eagerly.

“Good, I gotta take care of my needy boy.”

She drops on her knees again, her nimble fingers going straight to the belt, a small laugh leaves her lips as she sees the handcuff belt buckle and lowers his pants and boxers in one swift move. 

Eddie hisses when the cold air of the bathroom touches his cock. It’s long and thick, longer than what she expected and it stares at her, head red and angry, precum leaking. 

She makes a show out of it, licking one long stripe alongside the vein that ran under his shaft. Playing with his balls, she moved her lips to the head, kitten licks cleaning the precum, the salty taste invading her tastes buds, making her smile. Slowly, she sinks her mouth down on it, Eddie’s breathing getting more and more elaborated. He notices when her free hand goes inside the waistband of her skirt to play with herself,- the small act making his cock even harder -  as her nose touches the unruly patch of hair that covers the base of his cock, tongue moving calmly when she pulls back out. Her movements get faster and faster and noticing that her hair is getting in the way, Eddie makes a makeshift ponytail with his hands. 

Her bobbing gets messier and quicker, almost unbearable to him and she deepthroats him, the gagging almost making him cum.

He pulls her out and one long line of spit still connects her lips to his cock. She licks her lips, smiling when he says “Get up, I need to fuck your sweet little pussy before I burst.” 

Eddie turns her around, making her face the mirror and props her right leg on the sink. He’s fast, lifts her skirt and shoves her panties to the side, sliding his cock inside her in one big thrust. 

“Fuck, Eds, you’re filling me up so good.” she tells him, making her move faster, her hips meeting his halfway. 

Eddie’s hand goes to her neck, lightly squeezing it. He steadies her head, making her look at him through the mirror. 

“Look at us, baby. Look how good we fucking look. Look how good you fucking look, all blissed out, so cock drunk.”

“Fuck Eddieee, I’m gonna– fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m right after you.”

One, two, three thrusts. And they come together, her pussy grips his cock viciously as he spurs hot cum inside her. They ride out their highs together and Eddie pulls out when he feels it became too much for her. 

Eddie looks around for some paper towels and delicately cleans the mess he made between her legs. He goes to clean himself up and she starts laughing and a tinge of self consciousness hits Eddie. 

“What is it?” he asks. 

“Can you hold me?” her voice is low and has a hint of embarrassment. 

“Oh, who is needy now?” Eddie says as he hugs her. He moves her hair, exposing her neck and shoulder blade. Arms hug her waist tightly and lips kiss her exposed skin repeatedly. She laughs at his little jab. 

“This was good, right Eds?” her voice was shy, a big contrast with her usually imposing self. 

“This was perfect, baby. Way better than what I had imagined.”

“You thought about fucking me?”

“Baby, you would call me a perv if I told you how many times I did.”

She laughed at his answer, turning around to cross her hands behind his neck. “Good, ‘cause I’ve lost count of how many times I did too.”

It was Eddie’s turn to laugh. He kissed her, kissed her softly, lovingly, losing track of time while doing it. It’s when they finally broke the kiss to breathe that it downed on them. 

“God, Eddie, we blocked the bathroom.” she giggled. 

“Get dressed,” he said as he pulled his pants up. “Wanna go back to mine?”

“Would love to.”

Fuck, this is going to be the best tour of his life. 

Feedback is welcomed and appreciated 🤎

[reareaotaku]

Masterlist I

Updated: September 13, 2023 [Completed] !Masterlist II Here!

Bnha

A Beautiful Tail Dead Man Running Pt1, Pt2, Pt3 What It's Like To Be A Dad Hate Kind of Love Yandere Shoto Todoroki Headcanons Trying to Breakup [Deku, Bakugou, Shoto] Man-Eating Bird Male! Toga

Voltron

I Don't Hate You

Swat Kats

A Pretty Kat Chance Furlong Headcanons

SVTFOE

A Sick Love

Sailor Moon

Escape The Squad

Kim Possible

Maybe We Need A Break

Hansel & Gretel

A Look into the Dark Fairy Tales Pt1, Pt2, Pt3

Lego Ninjago

The Green/Gold Ninja

Scooby Doo

Yandere Daphne Blake Yandere Scooby Doo

Own Characters

Are You The Villain Harry the Lawyer Priest Son Yandere Loser

Thunder Cats

You're a Prince? Fuck-

Charlie Brown

What an Annoyance Aged Up! Schroeder [Peanuts] Headcanons

Monster High

Yandere! Porter "Paintergeist" Geiss Headcanons Yandere! Cleo De Nile

Euphoria

Yandere! Nate Jacobs

Red Shoes & The Seven Dwarfs

Yandere! Prince Merlin Headcanons

Ben 10

Keep My Girlfriend's Name Out Of Your Mouth

Invincible

Yandere! Mark Grayson [Invincible] Headcanons

Big Mouth/Human Resources

Yandere! Pete Headcanons Loving You So [Connie]

Skip Beat

Yandere! Ren Tsuruga Headcanons

Lolirock

Yandere! Lolirock Headcanons

Metal Family

I'm Not a Stalker!

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Yandere Aang Headcanons

Miraculous Ladybug

Chloe x Reader x Mari

Percy Jackson

Yandere! Percy Jackson Headcanons

Twilight

Yandere! Edward Cullen Headcanons Yandere! Jacob Black Headcanons

Free! Swim Club

Yandere! Haruka Nanase Headcanons Yandere! Nagisa Hazuki Headcanons Makoto Tachibana Headcanons

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Yandere Sabrina Headcanons

Assassination Classroom

Yandere Karma Headcanons

My Life As A Teenage Robot

My Neighbor was a Robot

Phineas and Ferb

Ferb Fletcher Headcanons

The Originals/Vampire Diaries

Yandere! Klaus Mikaelson Headcanons Yandere Klaus Courting Yandere Elijah Mikaelson Headcanons Yandere! Damon Salvatore Headcanons

Shadows of Rose

My Only Friend [Drabble]

Welcome Home [COMPLETE/FINISHED]

You are Mine [Drabble] [Wally] Lovey Dovey Darling [Wally]

Bob's Burgers

Being a Belcher Calvin Fischoeder Headcanons

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Rodrick Heffley

Futurama

Yandere! Philip J Fry

Megamind

Yandere Metro Man

There's Someone in your House

Yandere! Zach Sandford Headcanons Sneaking Off with Zach

Barbie

Why Don't You Love Me? Yandere Ken! Headcanons I Love You Like a Doll [NSFW] Pleasurable Sin [NSFW] Red Faced Loser I'll Never Stop Loving You Don't Run from my Love

Clone High

Yandere! Joan of Arc Headcanons JFK Headcanons

Sabrina the Teenage Witch [1996]

Harvey Kinkle Headcanons

Corpse Bride

Yandere! Victor Van Dort Headcanons

Fairytales

Yandere! Male Cinderella Yandere! Peter Pan

Merlin BBC

Yandere! Merlin Headcanons

ICarly

Childhood Crush [Fred Headcanons]

IT

Ben Denbrough Headcanons Fear and Anxiety [Eddie]

Scream

Yandere! Billy Loomis Headcanons Call Me, Baby [Yandere! Billy Loomis] Lively Party Bloody Hands

SVU

Detective Chester Lake Headcanons Dr. George Huang Headcanons Rafael Barba Headcanons Sonny Carisi Headcanons

[khan-trashbin]

Snippet 8: I Feel So Sick

Living up to my blog title a little bit more. This was imagined as a piece of my story and thus, with my OC but this is written in a way that is more x anyone. Also, this is my first time writing smut, so there is that.

fyi, Bottom!Ghost x male!character/ male!reader

18+

God, this is sick.

Ghost’s eyelids fluttered as his eyes rolled upwards. A hand wrapped around his throat, a barely present pressure, fingers caressing the grooves in his neck, giving him room enough to lean up into it but enough grip to keep him in place. His splayed fingers pushed the cloth mask up to under his chin.

so sick…

A hand dragged down Ghost’s body from his sternum down to his waist, lingering just above where Ghost desired the hand to be true and firm with him before tracing back up, following the lines made by years of hard work and military training. Those tracks now clenching and rolling in time with a single brush of knuckles and the light burn of fingertips.

this sickly sweet torture…

His hand grasped around him, eliciting a drawn-out gasp that exhaled into a hissing noise, all carefully drawn out of Simon. Withdrawing, his hand returned a moment later, now slick and cold as it slowly dragged around his length. The torturous friction began to slowly warm what felt like the entire room and not just his hand and his cock. What felt like hours had passed before his hand began to pick up speed as he could barely make out the soft praises drawled out directly into his ear over his own heavy breathing and intermixed moaning. Simon canted his hips up, thrusting into the grip of his hand, so close so, so damn close. The hand slid down the length of his cock one last time before leaving it to caress over his taut stomach, then dragging back down foregoing his arousal in favor of squeezing Simon’s thick, defined thigh. Simon whined at the loss of contact and at the outright denial, his mouth opened and choked out a sob, his eyes brimming with tears that dragged the black face paint into lines down his cheeks and into his hair and mask, already a mess with sweat.

fucking sick

He could practically just make out the words of encouragement mixed with praise as his hand returned its attention to his hard and aching arousal, finally giving what Simon had been begging for in all but words. He shook as the world finally crashed around him, everything built too high, too much, too good, and all not enough. He lay there feeling the minutes pass by as the dark room shifted back into focus and his mind seemed to drip back into his head. Not enough…

He rolled into a sitting position on his cot, alone in his room. Sitting there and letting the euphoria wash over him as the sweat on his bare body begins to cool. He gripped his thighs, grounding himself as he breathed out, counting his breathing rhythm in his come-down. Ghost looked at the digital clock on the bedside table, the glowing red numbers reading 02:12 a.m, less than 3 hours until the next mission brief. He dragged his hand down his covered face and, not so gracefully, fell back fully onto the cot. “Bloody Hell,” he breathed out.

So, so sick…

[zuc6]

HEY! 😎 im a new fic writer, well like- not new but this is my first time writing like a introduction kinda thing so: (not proofread ☠️)

UPDATE AT THE BOTTOM FOR THOSE WHO'VE ALREADY SEEN THIS POST!! 😁😁😁

Hi, im vee. Just vee. Not short for any name or anything, my pronouns are she/they (afab🤙). i like to write oddly specific fan fiction that i dont necessarily see a lot 🦾

Im 17, 6'2 (the hoes gon loooove this), and here are some things im open to writing for

(ALSO feel free to leave requests i love other people's ideas)

Stranger Things

i WILL write for stranger things characters but im open to aging some up but if im uncomfortable im just like..not gonna...do it..

DEFINETLY open to writing like Joyce x Fem!Reader, since i havent seen that yet

Especially Milfs. Milfs 4ever.

CHARACTER POV'S, I've noticed in fics theyre usually from the readers perspective so its like only what the reader thinks of whatever character. Now while i like that i think itd be super fun to throw in what the character thinks of reader. like what they think of you, what they like, what the notice, shit like that!

The Last Of Us

WOOP i love the last of us. by the last of us i mean ellie williams and abby anderson

Im open to Ellie smut, Abby smut, Ellie AND Abby smut, whatever you want fr.

obviously not open to writing smut of minors so if you just so happened to let the thought cross your mind, no 😓

Idk how i feel about Joel x Reader shit considering Joel is like grandpappy but ive seen a lot of people open to it so dont lose hope if u were wondering

Euphoria

OK DONT BUG OUT im not like gonna write shit about underage characters like i said before

If you guys want euphoria shit tho im open to like angst or fluff mainly with like rue because obviously drugs rahrahrah

or like imagine being Fez's younger sister (only by like a year) Like fluff bond with Ash, showing him affection when hes not used to it, being close to rue bc drugs rahrahrah and like sister in law relationship with Lexi ykyk?

(i cant think of shit else)

Random shit ill write:

Reader listening to rock and being an epic hottie

Reader playing instrumentssss

I lean more towards Fem or Gn reader but i will do male reader dw

Reader being emo 😎 jk like metal lover reader

I will of course leave room for imagination but also include like Reader outfit photos

Reader having good sense of music, style, being shy, anxiety, panic attacks, angsty feelings, drama and trauma oooo

pet names

bold, punk, jerk or like asshole reader

Lots of aus, and like modern au bc im annoying

i was thinking of doing like a crossover of like Robin x Vickie but Vickies past is Anne with an E since theyre the same actor yk? it would be difficult to figure out since the timelines in each are so different

anything u want

will NOT write:

age play, baby talk, annoyingly cliche submissive shit, get that shit out of here

i wont romanticize domestic violence or make light of abusive relationship dynamics, hell noooo 🙅🏽‍♀️

Emotional whiplash, i want things to make sense

animal play. if you wanna be a bunny demon angel wolf hybrid please screw off 😭

Any kinks im uncomfy w (ex. piss kink 😦) ill let u know what im not okay with writing

tbp smut ☠️☠️

OKAY HI i wrote this and got extremely busy and just fucking like bonked out so here i am returning. i was gonna delste this account and make a new one because i didnt wanna like write this, disappear, and then come back and act like i never left sooo im back woop woop!

I HAVE GREAT NEWS THO! during my time away i found a new interest to latch myself onto and write about... and that isss...

THE BLACK PHONE

WOOOOOOOO I LOVE THIS MOVIE!!! and rinney is so fucking cool. i love those little gays, man

rinney fluff and angst is needed so bad i love them with my soul, man

gonna say this once again, im not gonna write smut about kids so pLEASE if any minor hunters read all the way down here just for that, take this moment to consider jumping out of the highest window possible 🙏

fix-it au's and modern au's are gonna be my main go to when writing tbp content because i uh... suck...at writing fics that take place in the fucking 70's in denver ☠️

FIX-IT AU, like finney getting another chance is so good im foaming at the mouth. im currently obsessed with @starsthatlinethesky 's fic on that so (PLEASE) go check that shit out its so good!

brance, MAYBE, most likely. i love bruce hes so sweet and vance is cool so i probably will write shit about those little gay men

terrance and finney's mom place swap. i want to write about finney and gwen being able to be happy without terrance and his destruction so hes getting erased at least once or twice 😊

gwen pov fics since i havent seen a lot of that

stranger things x tbp crossovers are so cool. like finney/will where will moves for whatever reason w his dad after season 2 or 3 since itd make the most sense. i love that shit

not writing smut but i probably will age everyone up a bit once or twice 🤘

i dont know if im gonna end up making x reader shit but if i do, reader isnt gonna be a preppy giddy child, theyre gonna be a punk, an asshole, a badass, closed off and overall AWESOME. you're welcome 🤗

other than that its pretty much fine, if u have any other like show ideas i might be open to write for hmu in the requests babeee MWA MWA

-Vee

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Welcome to my blog!

Muji, 19, she/her and they/them, Nigerian American 🇳🇬

I write mostly for black fem readers but if you want something for male or non-gender-specific just request it and I will happily fill it. I do write smut, but I will not write smut for characters who are under 18. My masterlist is where you can find all the links to my work.

Currently, not taking request!!! Characters I write for:

Rodrick Heffley - Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Fezco and Ashtray O'Neil - Euphoria

Spencer Reid - Criminal Minds

Elliot - Euphoria

Steve Harrington - Stranger things

Jonathan Byers - Stranger things

Mike Wheeler - Stranger things

Eddie Munson - Stranger things

Argyle - Stranger things

Jake Sully - Avatar

Rotxo - Avatar

Being with Spencer means getting lover letters on the regular

High long walks with argyle 🍃🏞️🚬

"Flashing Lights" Spencer Reid x black fem stripper reader, 15- It's not your fault

Traces of you on my pillowcase, 🍋 Rodrick Heffley

"Flashing Lights" Spencer Reid x black fem stripper reader, 16 - Before everything changes forever let me be yours pt.1

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Stefano Valentini x Male!Reader (Part 2)

Warnings: NSFW, Violence, Blood, Bondage, NTR, Overstim, Smut, Lots of Fluids~.

Though that party at the Gallery felt like a lifetime ago it truly hadn't been that long. Unfortunately due to a few incidents, that had been carefully swept under the rug by management, you had to say goodbye to the detective you had made friends with on that night.

You were sent back to your duties as the general office gopher, but during your meager free time you were carefully compiling scraps of evidence to what could have happened at Beacon Mental Hospital.

What scraps of clues you could find seemed to be pointing towards a group called Mobius, and an odd connection to an up and coming cult which some of the older detectives were pointing fingers out for the recent disappearances.

You nearly fell out of your chair when the Chief off Police cleared his throat behind you. Desperately but as casually as you could you tried to block your evidence from view.

"Chief... I didn't hear you come in..." You stated with an uneasy smile. Awkwardly leaning over your desk while trying to tuck pages out of view in an inconspicuous manner.

The man sighed ruefully before shaking his head and waving his hand. "You've still got a lot to learn Rookie."

Your brows scrunched up in confusion completely unprepared for the searing pain that suddenly encompassed your entire being. Twitching like a fish caught on a hook, eyes fluttering, and limbs jerking before dropping to the floor in a dead faint.

The chief leaned back clicking the button to the taser a few more times to test it's charge.

"Especially", he continued, "When learning where not to stick your nose."

***

Sebastian felt like he was going to throw up. He'd been in STEM for less than a day in their new pet project Union, and he was already sick and tired of it and the psychopaths inhabiting it. He just wanted to get his daughter and leave as fast as possible. Maybe he'd be able to save some of Alpha Team along the way, but considering who he's met so far he doesn't thing that's very likely.

Though he may have a new concern in the mix. So far it's seems some kind of Artist or Photographer was currently holding Lily hostage, and seemed to be obsessed with a very gruesome form of art, with the ability to freeze things in time as well.

He knew this seemed familiar but he couldn't for the life of himself remember where he'd seen it before. But what was more concerning outside of who the Artist was, was who ELSE he seemed to have captive of.

When he was in the Artist's mansion before carefully trailing through the halls many an art work stood on display, but more prominent then them were photographs. Some of them polaroids, others camera film, others still using other photography mediums he wasn't quite aware of, but they all held something in common.

The Subject.

It was you. The rookie who had joined the force, and he had snatched up for his team right before the Beacon Mental Hospital incident and his subsequent dismissal from the force.

You were in every single photograph he could find. The odd psychic powers he seemed to possess in this false reality giving him glimpses of the thoughts behind the photos he touched.

Obsession

Delight

Euphoria

Worship

There were photos of you from every point in your day. What coffee shop you went to in the morning, you catching the bus to get to work, you out with the other police officers on different cases, and even more concerning photos as well. Things like you getting undressed in your apartment through an open window, you showering in the employee bathroom at the precinct, and even you sleeping in your bed even though it looked like the photo came from within the room.

Though he stopped touching them after the feelings started getting more vivid on some, including a liquid he would bet a black light would identify. Right over your smiling face as you beamed towards an unseen camera clutching your new badge as you graduated from the Academy.

Sebastian was disgusted at the second hand feelings of all consuming lust he felt from the photos. He could only hope you weren't in here for this sick Artist to get his hands on. Considering how his other "art pieces" had turned out he fears for your safety, maybe even more than Lily's.

Unfortunately it looked like he wouldn't be so lucky. As he traveled further into the mansion where the machine he was looking for lay hidden. He found more recent photos. Ones of you in Union. Things like you interacting with the common people he recognized in some of The Haunted he encountered, or you dressed up in a lovely and form fitting suit about to attend an event.

Finally he was moments away from activating the Stable Field Emitter when everything froze unnaturally around him with the flash of a camera bulb. Spinning around gun raised Sebastian didn't even have time to aim at his attacker before he himself was frozen. The attacker lowering his camera and grinned with all his teeth.

"Detective Castellanos how good to see you again. Especially now when you can see my work at its finest!" The man joyfully touted.

Sebastian fought against the cameras binding gritting out, "Who?!"

The man laughed pressing a red glove over his heart in mock hurt, though the red ascot from before had disappeared leaving his collar bone exposed from the popped open button down, "I'd be offended that you forgot, but you were escorting a grand master piece around my gallery. Why would you have an eye for those atrocious pieces of art only made so the rich can pretend to have an a smidgeon of class or appreciation for the fine arts."

The man almost pranced with glee up to the fuming detective. "I'm sure you'll remember the name Stefano Valentini?"

At Sebastian's subtle twitched Stefano chortled gleefully. "And of course I'm sure you've heard of the Photo Killer? After all you were in charge of my case. Though what a dreadful name the media came up with for my persona. Truly shows the lack class amongst of common filth."

Seeing the increased spasming of Sebastian's muscles as he fought for control made Stefano sicky grin. "A much more fitting name would be something more elegant like, Obscura..."

Sebastian seized up when the word seemed to summon something from above, before more viciously fighting for control. A nightmare of a creation crawled down from the ceiling on three legs fitted up for ballet and what could be assumed to be the creature's head spun backwards from it's torso. The creature seemed to moan in agony as it grasped at the accordion style format camera where it's head should be directly the flash bulb of an eye towards him. The shutter going off blinding him and refreezing him solid to his spot.

Stefano smiled fondly at the creature. "Yes Obscura would have fit me MUCH better after all she is one of my best work." The creature lumbered over to the man keeping it's eye of Sebastian but lowering it's head down for Stefano to pat like acknowledging a loyal dog.

Pulling out his knife from his breast pocket Stefano walked away from Sebastian and the carefully circling monster Obscura who was occasionally flashing photos of him to keep him in place. Frozen in a fire ready stance.

When Stefano was just about out of the cite of the overhead light he point the tip of his dagger towards Sebastian. "Now you are a work of art...but THIS is a masterpiece!"

With a florish a spotlight clicked onto an unfortunately familiar site. Your eyes connected with his nearly bulging out of your skull in surprise and embarrassment. Muffled cries spilling out of your mouth through the red escot stuffed between your swollen lips. You were tied up in the air the same wires Obscura came down on keeping your legs spreading wide and pointed towards the ceiling prominently displaying your weeping cock. Pre cum spilling so consistently that it almost liked like you were peeing. Sebastian could see you trembling as drool spilled continuously down your chin, and your arms hung loosely from where they were tied above your head.

As Stefano drew closer to you Sebastian could see you glancing between him and Stefano shaking your head desperately before throwing your head back seizing with your spine ramrod straight as you gurgled helplessly. Cock twitching as it fires of thicker wads of cum and your thighs trembled helplessly.

"Oh what is it treasure?" Stefano cooed? Carefully carding his fingers through your damp hair. Dragging his gloved thumb down to catch the edge of your eyelid humming a pleases tune at the prominent amount of white shown by your rolled back eyes.

"Don't you want your nice detective to see what a good pet you are? See what he can't have? After all you're all mine. Aren't you treasure." Stefano continued scraping gloves hands over bruised and bitten flesh before tweaking swollen nipples and viciously pulling them from the abused wall of your chest.

Sebastian watched you choke of your scream. Pulling at your restraints like you could climb up and away from the pleasure able torture you were being subjected to. The stream flowing from your cock slowing down to a trickle though it continued to kick with every new abuse Stefano deemed to lay on you.

"Ah but where are my manners. We can't have art without and audience and your dear Detective has been so gracious to volunteer for us." Stefano grabbed your face to force you to look Sebastian in the eye once more. Your embarrassment displayed prominently on your face.

"I mean look! He must agree that you deserve to always be an art piece displaying pleasure..." At this Stefano grinned at Sebastian mouth full of teeth. "Your dear Detective has been unfrozen for minutes and hasn't lifted a finger to help you."

Sebastian's eyes widened in both horror and embarrassment and something he didn't want to name while looking at his most junior partner he had thought more of like a son, but before he could jerk the gun around to aim at that bastard's head Stefano had teleported in front of him knife placed directly across his throat, and other hand grabbing violently at his junk making the older man grunt in surprise.

Stefano glanced back at you tauntingly. "Such a siren you are treasure. Even your own so called adoptive father can't resist your sinful flesh. We shouldn't disappoint him and give him a front row seat at the height of your beauty."

With a click of his fingers Stefano was back across the room with you and Obscura had frozen Sebastian once again with a flash of her bulb almost simultaneous with Stefano's demanifestation.

You were struggling more violently against your bonds cries even louder through the red cloth as Stefano toed you closer to Sebastian across the room. Eventually you were brought to a halt so close that if Sebastian was allowed to move he could probably reach out and touch you from his spot.

Stefano displayed you proudly. While Sebastian was bathed with guilt at the conflicting feelings of arousal and familial protective instincts at your bare form and crying eyes.

Stefano tutted lowly carefully swiping at the tears leaving your eyes. "Now treasure none of that. You'll only cry with pleasure or from choking on my cock. Now let's show the Detective what present I left with you while I went to play with him. To show him I'm not neglecting you."

Stefano tilted your pelvis forward showing a string leading out of your abused and puffy asshole. It connected with a ring around the base of your cock. Probably what was causing the continous drooling from earlier as you were unable to fully cum. Though from how low and red your sack was Sebastian was leaning towards it being a measure to making sure you could keep going.

Gloved red hands cupped your ass before twinning around the string pulling it tauntingly. You twitched and your hoarse voice tried it's best to screamed through the soaked material in your mouth. Stefano bared his teeth in a grin before pulling a controller out of his pocket.

"Something to keeps us both busy while I have to be away." Stefano sighed happily before cruely cranking the wheel up to max watching your body dance on the strings like a marionette and mouth open in a silent scream, eyes crossed, and cock jerking helplessly spitting out small streams of fluid.

Obscura circled the group adding her distrauant moans to your chorus while leisuring clicking away making photo after photo of your humility.

Tearing at the restraints on his own vocal chords Sebastian wheezed out, "Stop!" Swallowing the guilt and fiercely trying to ignore the throbbing of his own clothed cock.

Stefano cocked an eyebrow in amusement, "Stop? But we're just getting started admiring my greatest masterpiece's full potential. Though..." Stefano considered, "My treasure is unfortunately restricted to human limitations." Stefano allowed. "Maybe a break is due. They've been VERY good tonight."

Sebastian would have sighed in relied if he could. Though he should have guessed that the psychopath didn't truly know any empathy when he watched Stefano play with the wires to leave Sebastian with full view of your swollen and gaping hole clutching the toy to your redden insides, and leaving your drooling cock to leak down your trembling thighs.

With you know leaned back parallel to the floor he delicately pulled the sodden cloth from your mouth your tongue spilling out after it drool dripping messily from the tip. Stefano smirked watching your gaze hungrily track his hands and he slowly fetched his own swollen and heavy cock from his pants. He carelessly jacked the fat and veiny ruedy colored rod with leather clad palms. Thumbing more delicately at the head to collect pearly drops of precum to smooth the way.

Sebastian was aghast at the list clouding your face and the little noises of pleasure you made as your eyes remained focused and hungry on that monster's cock.

Stefano carelessly shoved you down on his cock like a particularly fond fleshlight until your noise touched is ball sack and his cock bulged out your throat. Though you were once more gagged you continued to release noises of pleasure as the vibrator in your ass continued to vibrate against what Sebastian could only guess was your prostate as you continued to leak prostate fluid from your weeping cock.

It felt like hours or minutes before Stefano dragged you down fully on his cock to where the bulge in your throat could be seen to your Adams apple. Sebastian could only half gag and hold back his own moans as he watched you swallow around Stefano carefully taking in his entire load.

Stefano sighed contently swinging you back into a more up right position before clutching your face to turns towards him. "Tongue!" He demanded.

Demurely you opened you mouth to show a clean slate and not a single ounce of missed cum. Stefano carefully tilted your head up before kissing your brow murmuring, "You truly are a masterpiece. Time for a reward don't you think?"

Sebastian jerked violently when he watched Stefano slip out his knife again dancing the edge carefully but carelessly over your body. Small nicks and cuts as it caressed you in it's slow decent downwards. Leaving slowly bleeding cuts right above your swollen nipples. You jerked in flinched in the psychopath's hold. Eyes wide with tears slowly crawling down your face though your cock twitched in interest.

Stefano rest the knife just barely against your ballsack as the other with a click of his wrist pulled the still humming vibrator from your gaping asshole. Sebastian watched a thick load of what he could only assume was cum drip from your used hole. Watching as the knife slid slowly over your balls and up towards your dick close enough Sebastian could see some hairs being shaved off but not enough to tear though the terror on your face couldn't be relieved by the artist's care.

The tip of the knife pressed pointedly into the band restricting your release, and Stefano's noise buried in your neck and he breathed in heavily stealing your scent. "Now for the climax of the show."

Before breaking the band and bringing the knife up to smack the handle harshly against your nipples. You shuddered hard limbs thrashing so violently blood dropped from where you were bound in wires, wailing as if someone was ripping out your soul, cock kicking over and over cum shooting so far away from you it landed disgracefully on Sebastian's shoes joined by the detectives own disgraceful release at the sinful display, before you slumped gratefully into unconsciousness.

Sebastian watched you shaking in barely contained rage and pale as a sheet from his own guilt and disgust. "Let them go!" He roared finally jerking free of his restraints firing his gun at the sadistic monster parading as a human who only laughed in delight teleporting out of the room.

"You were a delightful audience detective. I'll give you that, but I'll have to leave you to Obscura to take care of you. I must attend to my treasure they need a good cleaning and pampering after creating such ART.

The door closed with a resounding click leaving Sebastian alone in a room filled with the distressed moans of a monster.

A/N:

Is this beta read, no. I'll check it in the morning for the more glaring mistakes tomorrow after some sleep. Felix I hope this lives up to your expectations and if you want it edited at all just let me know!!

And happy birthday once again!

Foxy~

[moonbeamsung]

Roll the Dice

Any time spent with Jaemin is a gamble. And tonight, you might have just bet your life.

member: jaemin (featuring the dreamies)

au: crime boss!jaemin x gn!reader, heist au

word count: 3.1k

genre: angst, action, crime, romance

warnings: drinking (characters are of age), gambling, mentions of weapons, mentions of police, profanity, kissing, slight innuendos

recommended songs: lotto by exo, bonnie & clyde by yuqi, kazino by bibi, diamonds + and pearls by dpr live/dpr ian/peace.

author's note/disclaimer: I’ve returned to Tumblr! But more importantly, this is a much delayed work for the Cliffhanger collab of a deactivated writer, @nakamotocore. I do not condone stealing or any other criminal actions of the characters depicted in this story. Feedback is appreciated.

taglist: @navyhyuck @chicksung @mrkcore @mieohmy @rouiyan @sicluvz @luvdhl @chocohannie @rousrxxn

network tags: @ankathi-a @neoturtles

The skyline sparkles like diamonds, tall spires of buildings reaching far past the clouds overhead. You’ve seen many cities in your lifetime but none as full of glitz and glamour as this one.

You’re enamored by the sight for several seconds, allowing the man across from you an inspection of your features. Ordinarily, the dim lighting inside of the sleek black limousine wouldn’t be as forgiving, but you look elegant and ethereal to Na Jaemin. “Enjoying the view, doll?”

The comment brings you out of your daze and you jolt, remembering your company and the true reason why you’re all here tonight. Six other males occupy the cabin around you, engaged in various conversations, some with tall glasses of champagne in their hands already. Slowly but steadily, your car is making its way to the city’s finest and most luxurious casino, exclusively open to A-list patrons and complete with all the accommodations of a 5-star resort.

A minute or two passes before the limo driver rolls down the partition window, alerting your group that you’ll be arriving shortly. Only after the window is fully closed does Jaemin smoothly reach into his suit pocket and pull out a handful of ID cards, one for each occupant.

“Jeno?”

“On it,” the man responds without hesitation, already reaching inside a bag you didn’t notice before to reveal a thin, silver laptop. The screen lights up his face, and in a rapid clicking of keys, his expression becomes one of triumph. “We’re in.”

With a raised eyebrow, Jaemin rattles off a list of unfamiliar names to Jeno, whose fingers fly across the keyboard to keep up. The crime boss is only satisfied when his technician nods curtly and closes the computer, signaling the first step of their operation as successful. It’s time, Jaemin thinks.

He distributes the IDs around the cabin, and you take a moment to gingerly graze your fingertips over the photo and the fake name that have been printed on the card. There’s only a sliver of worry present in your mind compared to when you first started working with Jaemin and his gang. You figure it will never go away completely, but the man himself keeps telling you otherwise.

A rush of euphoria assaults your senses when you finally step out of the vehicle. Bathed in a golden glow provided by the lights of the casino's carport, Jaemin offers his arm and takes the lead, gesturing for the others to follow closely behind. He escorts you inside like a true gentleman, the two of you flashing practiced, dazzling smiles at the staff as you pass by.

Crystal chandeliers dangle from the ceiling of a large atrium, where a casino attendant beckons your group over. “Name and identification, please.”

In a way that almost seems rehearsed, each one of you parrots the new name you had been given by Jaemin only minutes prior, handing over your ID cards and awaiting the green light for your entrance.

Seven of the eight of you have been approved when you suddenly hear, “I’m sorry, Mister…what was it?” The employee takes a longer look at Jaemin’s fake ID, furrowing his brows as he does so. The man in question appears unfazed, only letting out a sharp “Yes?”

“...Ah! My apologies, sir. You’re in the system, please go on in.” He chuckles lightly, wondering why he doubted his own eyes. Maybe he needs new glasses.

Jaemin gives a tight-lipped smile this time. That’s what I thought.

All of you make your way into the main room, weaving between poker tables until you find a quieter set of slot machines near a corner.

“So, just like we planned—”

“Yes, Jisung,” Jaemin snaps, “And lower your voice, for the love of god. All of you, fan out and keep in touch.” He moves a tuft of bubblegum pink hair to reveal a nearly microscopic earpiece. The six men hum in acknowledgement, and you bring a hand up to instinctively tap your own device.

You remain glued to Jaemin’s side just as you were when you entered, and he slinks an arm around your waist while guiding you toward the bar.

“You’re sure about this?” You inquire, looking over your shoulder at the group as they split off into pairs. Will the boys really be fine without the two of you?

“About what, my love?” He purrs, hand squeezing your side playfully.

“Stop it, Jaem. You know what I mean.” The feeling in the pit of your stomach is an unpleasant one, and it seems unwise to keep it to yourself.

Despite the worry in your voice, he brushes it off like a speck of dust on his dark velvet suit. “Don’t be ridiculous, this is the fun part. We don’t have to do any of the work.”

“Are you telling me you don’t ever get a gut feeling about something? Because this time just seems—”

“Different, yeah, you used that one last week.”

“I’m telling you—”

“Well, well, well, are we interrupting a lovers’ quarrel?”

Your expressions and demeanors transform in an instant, and Jaemin helps you onto a stool at the bar as he answers. “Not exactly,” he grins. “My date here just doesn’t want me to bet too much tonight.”

“Are you kidding?” One of the women that walked up to you exclaims, “You’re at the fanciest casino for miles around! Live a little!” She raises her drink above her head for emphasis, nearly spilling the dark red liquid on her long white gown.

“I’m just saying,” you interject, turning to Jaemin with a smile that subtly conveys your disdain for his nonchalant attitude about this whole heist situation. “We’ve come so far already, I wouldn’t want him to be careless enough to risk it all.”

“And that’s why I’m telling you not to worry, darling. I know what I’m doing.” He smirks in your direction and then in the direction of the two ladies. Before you can continue to argue, he steps closer and, in an act of pure indulgence, brings his face dangerously close to yours. Your boss has never been the type to commit to a scheme to this degree, but here you both are, faking an intimate relationship and acting like you belong to this exclusive social tier, all while your colleagues sneak around in attempts to make a fortune.

“What do you say we, you know,” the man hums, in a voice so low you’re the only one who hears. “Kiss and… make up… and all that other bullshit, hmm?”

With one hand tilting your chin up, he deliberately flicks his gaze down to your lips and pauses to let you make the next move. Your brief hesitation makes Jaemin doubt himself, one of the rarest things for him to do, but his confidence is renewed when you finally close the distance and sigh against him. The affectionate display makes your company exchange glances of awe, and they briskly stroll away when it becomes clear that this isn’t just a mere peck.

It’s impossible to ignore how much Jaemin has taken a liking to you in the span of a few months. Behind closed doors, the other guys joke about how their jobs and lives would be so much easier if the man would hurry up and get laid already. Obviously, the feeling is mutual, and you love to think of your situation as something out of a twisted, criminal fairytale.

His hands and lips are reminiscent of warm honey on your skin, touch fiery as if this is a passion that’s long been kept under wraps, like a crime scene covered in caution tape. But the moment is cut short when your earpiece begins to crackle with a message, and the static of Renjun’s voice breaks both of you apart. You had almost forgotten you’re in a public place. That’s how gifted Jaemin is with his charms, making you feel like you’re the only other soul in the world. Making you feel special.

“No snags so far, boss. Donghyuck and Mark are on their way to the vault now.”

Jaemin huffs, “Great, but was that really worth interrupting me, Huang?” From his tone of voice, even the man on the other end can tell he just rolled his eyes.

Renjun swallows, stuttering. “I—I thought you’d like to know.”

“All I need to know is when you’re done and we can get the hell out of here.”

Just like that, Jaemin returns to his usually cold and calculating persona, no longer setting your face ablaze with warmth or making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. After pressing a button on his earpiece, he returns his focus to you. “Now, where were we?”

You feel your heart skip a beat. Before you can manage to get a word in, however, he’s already beckoning to the bartender over the counter. “What would you like to drink, doll?”

Luckily for Jaemin, all of your previous uncertainty melts away with the alcohol you consume in the form of margaritas, martinis, and everything in between. His insistence on paying the bill isn’t met with any disagreement on your part, and he repeatedly slides his credit card back and forth across the bar.

He’d never admit it, but your worrying affects him more than he lets on. Even though your recruitment was the most recent, he’s grown the closest to you for reasons he cannot seem to decipher. He can trust you to keep a level head and think rationally more than anyone else in your group, so when you say you have a bad feeling, it makes his own insides churn with apprehension.

You’ve had some close calls in the past, sure, but nothing has ever gone totally and completely awry. Jaemin wasn’t lying when he told you he knows what he’s doing. He just has to trust that the boys do their jobs and do them well. After everything he’s worked for, he doesn’t know what he’d do if they screw this up.

A few shots in, the man looks around and sees a handful of security guards that he didn’t notice before. One of them whispers something into another’s ear, and the rest stand stoically, scanning the crowd of people. Most patrons are engrossed in games of chips and cards while a loud jazz tune blares overhead. Slot machines chime all around the large room, glasses clink, and shouts of victory or of defeat erupt from gamblers in every corner of the casino.

Sipping bubbly liquid from a champagne flute, you whine when Jaemin takes you by the wrist and pulls you off the barstool. He scans his credit card one more time before leading you back over to the slot machine you congregated at one hour earlier.

“Listen, I get the feeling this place is onto us.”

You slur your words a bit, “Wha—What makes you… say that?”

“I just know. You need to be ready to make a getaway, alright?” He glances around. “Let’s go find a bathroom.”

Wrapping an arm around your waist once more, Jaemin leads the two of you in the opposite direction of the increased security measures. A long carpeted hallway appears to connect the casino to its adjoining resort hotel, lined with restaurants and window displays. You spot a restroom sign a little ways down and point at it loosely, “There,” you mumble.

It’s by far the nicest bathroom either of you have ever set foot in. Antique-looking sconces illuminate the space, providing a cozy ambience, and the speckled marble counter is so shiny you can see your reflection. Jaemin takes a seat in the miniature lounge area while you plant your arms on both sides of the single sink, leaning over it in case your body decides to reject its current contents.

Considering how crowded the casino is, Jaemin had been surprised to find the bathroom empty. He absentmindedly fumbles with his fingers while you glance down at yourself, distracted by your own done-up appearance for the occasion. As far as he’s concerned, the both of you can hide out in here until the job is done.

On the other side of the casino and several floors below, the rest of the group has infiltrated its security and is on the way to making a fortune. Their two tech geniuses hacked into camera footage to manually override the system, replacing the current feeds by replaying old segments. While the men sneak through corridors of marble, the guards see those same corridors as nothing but empty. Jeno and Chenle, their portion of the work already done, sit waiting inside an unoccupied office while Jisung and Renjun guard the entrance to one of the facility’s many vaults. Donghyuck and Mark don’t find any lasers or booby traps within, like numerous Hollywood films had led them to believe. Instead, a simple padlock protects the large wheel on the wall, awaiting a 9-digit code.

Mark reaches up to press a button on his earpiece, “We’re ready for it, Chenle.”

A beat. Then, “Okay, here it comes. Seven, one, five, two…”

Leather briefcases now brimming with cash, the men slowly close the vault behind them, joining their colleagues upon exiting and going to find the two that remain.

Of course, Jeno and Chenle had expected their accomplices to come bursting through the door at some point, but the sight of a police officer doing it instead nearly makes both of their hearts stop beating. A hand on his walkie-talkie is all it takes for them to react, still recovering from the shock. The younger’s next message gets broadcasted to everyone’s earpieces:

“Run.”

You’re slumped in a lounge chair next to Jaemin as you anxiously wait for the all clear, but that word is a far cry from it. Your brain is lost, overwhelmed by your fight or flight instincts taking over immediately. The aforementioned man is on the same page, and once he makes sure the coast is clear, the two of you leave the safety of the restroom and bolt down the hallway.

After dodging dozens of security guards and weaving your way through crowds, you and Jaemin come barreling out of a staff exit and find yourselves standing in a large parking lot. With a flourishing reach into his pocket, he procures a set of keys and presses a button, causing the lights of a nearby sedan to flicker in reply. It’s quite a few steps down from the vehicle you arrived here in, but that fact is of no importance. You’ve got much bigger problems to deal with.

Jaemin is already buckled into the driver’s seat of the getaway car by the time the alarms begin to sound. You climb in the passenger side, and the rest of the boys are close behind, scrambling out of the same exit before piling into a second vehicle. Your group has once again split into two, this time accidentally, but the chaos and commotion prevents you and Jaemin from doing anything about it. With a foot firmly on the accelerator, you emerge from the lot, heading for the busy streets of the city.

Soon enough, you look over to see harsh flashes of blue and red lighting up Jaemin’s face, a manic grin plastered on his lips through every hairpin turn. It almost frightens you. Knuckles white and scarred, the man clutches the steering wheel so hard it could snap from the dashboard with just one tug. Nothing else on earth can compare to the pure adrenaline coursing through his veins in this moment. This is what he lives for.

A slightly garbled voice speaks into Jaemin’s ear. “Police blockade on fifth. They’ll cut us both off.”

His smile falters when he hears this, and maybe that’s for the best. “We’ll go around, then. But we have to split up, the back roads are too narrow for both of us.” Jaemin’s tone is eerily calm for being in the midst of a car chase, but before you can contemplate this any longer, an excruciating headache pierces your scalp, and you instantly regret all those drinks you had. “You make a left at the next intersection, and we’ll make a right,” Donghyuck suggests.

Normally, Jaemin would object. He calls the shots. But this time he lets it slide. Besides, there’s not much time to argue. “Got it.”

Donghyuck signs off, and Jaemin commences the former’s plan. In a skid of tires, the vehicle swings to the side, just barely avoiding oncoming traffic, heaviest at this time of night. The sirens pursuing you begin to blare even louder, more violently now. You feel the cool leather of the passenger door press into your skin, the growing momentum forcing your body up against it as the car bumps the curb.

Jaemin floors the gas pedal even harder, wildly glancing between each mirror of the car. Signs and street lamps rush past on the darkened street, and strangely, it quiets. The rearview reveals that any vehicles pursuing you must have stopped. It doesn’t matter why. For a few seconds you think you’ve made it. The road ahead is a path leading to freedom, and you’ll live to swindle another day, just as you always do. But your pride is short-lived. A cop car appears, pulling out into the road and obscuring any chance of escape. This is it. You’re trapped.

“Shit,” Jaemin curses. “They’ve blocked off this road too. Donghyuck’s out of his mind.”

“Why’d you listen to him?” You scold, trying not to panic as he slams on the brakes.

He either doesn’t hear you or chooses not to answer your question, and simply exits the vehicle. You can think of no other option but to do the same. Is he really giving up? Surrendering so easily? Your boss has to have some sort of trick up his sleeve, but he’s cutting it close by waiting this late. Now that the police are involved, your very lives could be in danger.

Standing back to back with Jaemin, you watch as more police cars arrive and form a circle, fully surrounding the two of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you can gather that he’s not complying with their orders to put his hands up. Instead, he’s removing a handgun from the inside of his suit jacket, prompting expletives and exclamations to fly through the air.

“This is your plan? Do you want to get us killed?” You hiss, venom in your words. Now Jaemin’s out of his mind. “Is that even loaded?”

“Hmm, I forget,” he replies nonchalantly, twirling it around with a slender hand. You can still hear his low voice as clear as day, even with the yelling of the officers all around you. “Guess we’ll see.”

Yes, the man is officially fucking insane.

In a split second, your back meets Jaemin’s torso as he pulls you to him, aiming the gun over your shoulder. Looking back and up into his face, you’re fully convinced this could be the last thing you see, your last moment on earth.

And he pulls the trigger.