#he just kept looking up into the light with big wide-eyed wonder

[wholoveseggs]

Also I need a major size difference one shot. I’m talking princess treatment, belly bulging, Elijah just being able to pick up the reader like it’s nothing. Maybe standing sex

Princess

... BRB DROOLING

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You and Elijah have a night of kinky fun.

♡♡ Thanks for the request @elijahmikaelsonsboy !! & anon(s) - this is the wildest thing I've written (except maybe any of my poly works) - this also goes out to the anon who asked for spanking! I see you and I appreciate you! enjoy ♡♡

5.1k words - Warnings: this is pure 100% pulp free smut, dom!elijah, sub!reader, size!kink, daddy!kink, choking, some serious spanking, lots of praise & a little punishment, tinsy bit of bdsm, ice play, oral sex, face fucking, squirting... Elijah being sweetheart even while being dom ♡

"Eli- I don't know," you whispered as his large hands gripped your waist tightly, keeping you underneath him. He was so big and broad that when he held you, there was no way you could squirm out from under him, even if you wanted to.

"What's wrong?" his warm breath fanned across the nape of your neck, eliciting goosebumps in their wake. He slowly pulled off the delicate bra you had put on that morning, exposing you completely for him. He loved it when you were bare underneath him; all shy and submissive.

You gave him a nervous look, all wide eyed and fidgety. "My-" you cut yourself off and your cheeks blushed in a fiery red blush. He took your hand and gave it a squeeze, encouraging you to speak. He knew how hard it was to sometimes get a sentence out. You were so shy and sweet, new to the whole submission thing. But Elijah, the softie that he was, loved to shower you with so much attention and care. So he kissed along your collarbone and rubbed along your sides, making you giggle shyly.

"It's okay, princess," his voice cooed along your sensitive skin, the pet name doing wonders in giving you an extra bit of encouragement. "I just wanna know what you're worried about."

You pushed down the urge to bury your face in his neck to avoid the topic completely and spoke up a little more confidently. "Your um... you're really..." you sighed in mild frustration at how bad you were at this whole talking thing. The fact that his intense eyes were watching your every move didn't help you either. But, with a soft, warm hand placed at your thigh, he helped ground you again, calming your mind enough to actually talk.

"You're just... so big... a-and I-" his eyes widened at what you were implying. This would definitely be fun. 

"Is my love worried I'll be too much for you?" he questioned as his fingers grazed against your wet panties. "Hmm? My fingers are a lot thicker than yours, baby."

You whined as his fingertips rubbed back and forth so gently along the material. It wasn't nearly enough friction to get you off. "Yeah," your chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. "You're the biggest I've ever had."

He leaned closer, his fingers moving the flimsy material aside. "Are you afraid I'll be too rough? Or hurt you?" His voice was so low and hot against you that the small vibrations of his deep voice were enough to make you arch against him. But Elijah kept your back against the bed, trapping you so you wouldn't wiggle too much.

"Just a little," you confessed. You're never had rough, really kinky sex. So it was a pretty big jump.

"If it gets too much, just say stop." His smile was warm and kind, giving you all of the comfort in the world. It's not like you didn't trust him completely and fully, you were just nervous about having his entire cock in your tiny little pussy.

You gave him a timid little nod, urging him to keep going. Your chest felt light and fluttery, and the dull throb in between your legs was getting stronger.

"I'm going to take my time, just for you," he peppered warm, soft kisses along your tummy, stopping at the waistband of the thin, silky thong you decided to wear just for the occasion. "No rush whatsoever. This is all for you and no one else.” 

He slowly stripped your bottoms off until there was nothing left to take off. Then he pulled back and stood up, you reached out towards him but he only smiled reassuringly.

 "Be right back, keep your legs open," his demand was quiet but very effective as you obediently spread them apart so he could have a full view of what belongs to him and only him.

Once he left his bedroom, you began to relax once more, trusting Elijah to take care of you. He wouldn't dare leave you unsatisfied; and if something got too much, he would know, even when he was giving you commands.

You laid still, wondering what was taking him so long until your head picked up once more at the sound of the door opening and closing. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip when his form reappeared, holding something in his right hand. 

A bowl of ice.

"Eli?"

"Yes, angel?"

His endearing nickname made your chest tighten with so much warmth. It also brought another kind of heat to the space right in between your thighs.

"Ice?"

Elijah kneeled, one hand caressing your right thigh as the other grabbed a cube and began to slowly roll it along your navel, eliciting shivers to travel across your back at the cold sensation. He simply smiled and continued to let the freezing cube trace along your stomach, enjoying every movement that made you squeak and twitch.

He put it back in the bowl and slowly pulled off his tie, looking as breathtakingly attractive as ever. You knew what this meant and you immediately put your wrists above your head, grinning up at this beautiful man you were so lucky to call yours.

Once he had tied your wrists and made sure they weren't too tight and you weren't uncomfortable at all, his thumb brushed along your lower lip. His touch was warm and careful, the way you liked it the best.

"Look at you," he sounded absolutely entranced by you; eyes gazing all over your form. The bed dipped a bit under his weight as he rested over you once more, his body casting a shadow that almost covered all the light. "So gorgeous... so amazing," his praises filled your head with pure honey, turning everything warm and lovely.

"Keep your eyes closed," he pressed an ice cube along your breasts, leaving a burning trail behind it. You whimpered and shuddered as the cold made goosebumps rise on your body and caused your nipples to pucker into little, sensitive buds. It was quickly warmed by his mouth, but the sensation still shocked you, causing a rush of pleasure to flood between your thighs.

The ice was melting with all of the body heat. Droplets of melted water rolled down along your sides and soaked into the blankets beneath your naked body. More water dripped right down the center of your neck, his lips trailing after it and slowly lapped at your skin. His lips were warm, soothing the sharp sting from the frozen cube.

You struggled in your restraints, the sensations a little overwhelming and just- so damn good. You had never been teased and played with like this before, it made you feel a sort of freedom that you had no idea you were missing. You wanted him so badly that it made your legs tremble. And the fact that your eyes were closed just heightened everything else. You could feel him smiling against your skin, loving how responsive your body was to his touches.

The hand not holding the melting piece of ice traced along your right side, skimming down the curves of your body until it reached your lower stomach. Making you squirm a little at how ticklish your lower stomach was.

The ice cube rested above the apex of your thighs, the water dripping down your pussy lips until it touched along the entrance of your slit.

"Eli," you whispered, trying to keep your eyes closed just like he asked you to. It was so tempting to open them, to see him looming over you while using the freezing ice cube against your burning and needy body. "Please... stop teasing.."

He seemed satisfied at the desperation lacing your sweet voice, chucking the ice back into the bowl so he could move on to the next phase.

"Look at me," the deepness of his voice snapped your eyes open and you could hardly breathe at the raw desire swirling in his dark eyes. They looked absolutely glazed over with want, yet still maintaining their sharp edges.  

"Eyes on me the entire time," he whispered, his middle finger eased into you, not stopping until he was completely buried in your heat. You pulled on your restraints, wanting to wrap your arms around his shoulders but he tied them well, just how he likes them.

He chuckled at your struggle, moving his fingers agonizingly slow in and out of you. "Something tells me that if I untied your wrists right now," he continued to pump them in and out, watching intently at how you couldn't stop your tiny cries from escaping. It was clear that he was driving you crazy, you couldn't hide the trembles or the tugs at his restraints. "You would reach down and start touching yourself... would you like that?"

Your face turned so hot it made you feel dizzy. Your legs bent up, feet planted on the mattress, he didn't like that, forcefully spreading them wider apart, his eyes stern. "Would you?"

"Y- yes-"

"Hmmm?"

"Yes... daddy," the last part was said just above a whisper, your words coming out a bit fast and shyly. It made you so embarrassed how much the name excited you. It didn't help that it fit Elijah so well, he was always taking care of everyone else that it made sense for you to give him the title.

He reached up and untied your restraints, eyes intently watching as you reached right in between your thighs. "Good girl... keep those legs open,"

You rubbed your clit slowly, your eyes locked on his the entire time. Your fingers moved quicker as your hips ground in little circles, desperate for some sort of relief. He hummed in approval, adding a second finger that stretched you wonderfully.

"Such a dirty little princess aren't you?" his palm curled upwards against that spongy spot inside you as he spoke, causing you to shake so hard you almost forgot his question.

His eyebrows arched, mirroring your expressions as your eyes went unfocused. You tried to form coherent words but it was hard when the only thoughts going through your mind was how damn good his fingers felt, so much bigger than your own.

"Answer my question,"

You swallowed past the lump in your throat and shook your head. "I'm only dirty when it comes to you,"

Your heart almost swelled right out of your chest at the blissful smile he gave, he leaned down and kissed all along your cheek and neck, whispering just how proud of you he was. His words pushed you a little bit over the edge, making your walls clench desperately around him, not wanting the pleasure to fade away.

"That's it, cum on my fingers," he growled against the shell of your ear, biting softly.

His voice was so primal that you couldn't do anything but obey, falling completely into his world while the heat in your tummy erupted like a bomb, pleasure tearing through your muscles, and you saw bursts of white across your eyelids.

"That's it," he cooed as you continued to moan, his fingers gently working you down from the high. "There's my sweet girl,"

His lips met yours and you immediately pulled him closer, his body blanketing you comfortably as he kissed you like a starving man. His hands gripped your waist, holding you still while his hips rubbed his hard bulge right against your wet slit. You whined into his mouth, feeling his erection slide back and forth, rubbing against your clit.

He pushed your thighs a little wider, pulling his lips away from yours so he could lean over you. His forehead rested against yours, both of you trying to catch your breaths. He continued to grind against you, his eyes closing and jaw clenching as he groaned, his sounds deep and rough. You could tell he was holding himself back, trying to be as gentle as possible, but you were so turned on, you just wanted him to unleash himself on you.

"Daddy," your small hands tugged on his hair, making his hips stutter a little bit. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, lips brushing his ear. "Fuck me."

He growled at your words, the vibrations from his chest traveling through his body. He wasn't the kind of man that needed to be told twice. His hands hooked underneath your knees, pushing them up and out as far as they could go.

"Keep them open," he commanded, pulling back just a little to unbutton his shirt. He slipped it off his shoulders and undid his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. You bit your lip, subconsciously rubbing your thighs together in anticipation.

He raised his eyebrows, giving you a disapproving shake of his head.

You giggled, but did as he said and opened them, keeping them as wide apart as you could.

His eyes softened just a little, his fingertips trailing up and down your soft skin. His other hand undoing his belt, slowly pulling his pants down along with his briefs, letting his thick cock spring out and brush against the smooth skin of your tummy.

"You've been so good," he praised, lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly rubbed his head in a circle along your slit, gathering your wetness. 

He kept his eyes locked with yours as his hands slid down, holding your hips steady. You were already starting to feel a little nervous, he was definitely the biggest you've ever had. He eased in slowly, his breath hitching as he felt just how tight you were.

Your heels dug into the sheets, your hands scrambling for something to hold on to. Your body instinctively tried to pull away but he held you down, keeping you firmly in place. He pushed deeper, groaning lowly at the feeling of you surrounding him.

"Daddy-" your voice cracked, your legs closing automatically, the sensation almost too much for you to take. But Elijah held you tightly in place, leaning down so he could whisper into your ear.

"Relax," he kissed right underneath the shell of your ear. His soft lips felt good against your heated skin. "Don't fight it."

Your toes curled and your fingers clenched, but you managed to take a few deep breaths. Once he was completely sheathed, you felt so full it was a little hard to breathe.

"So damn tight," he groaned, his grip on your thighs bruising, his eyes locked on the sight of your stomach bulging slightly with the girth of his cock.

"You fit me so perfectly, baby girl," his hand running over the bulge, his words making you blush so deeply. "It's like you were made for me,"

His hips pulled back before snapping forward again, making you cry out and dig your hands into his strong shoulders. His pace was slow and deep, letting you feel every inch of him, the stretch of his cock was addicting.

His hands ran all over your body, caressing your sides, kneading your breasts, tracing along the column of your neck, just touching and exploring every inch of you. You barely registered these touches, so distracted by the pleasure between your legs.

"God- you're so big," you panted out, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

"You like it don't you? Being split open by me?"

His hand wrapped around your throat, not choking, just applying enough pressure to make your head spin.

You swallowed against his hand, finding it hard to even form any sentences at the moment. Your eyes rolled back into your head, your legs spreading as far as they could, wanting to feel him even deeper.

"Say it," his hips snapped harder, making a strangled noise rip from your throat. His grip tightened a bit more, causing everything to feel even sharper.

"I love it Elijah," you whimpered, your eyes rolling back. "Fuck-"

Your body felt like it was floating, his hands the only thing grounding you. He could tell you were close, your little body shaking underneath him and your whimpers getting louder and higher in pitch. You were such a vision. So beautiful. But he didn't want this to end so quickly, not when he had waited so long to have you like this.

"Cumming already?" his hips slowed, making you groan and claw at his forearms. You could tell he was close to, the restraint in his tone was a dead giveaway.

You shook your head, clearly lying, and his expression hardened a little. His hips were torturously slow, his fingers tracing along the side of your neck.

"Liars get punished," his thumb and forefinger pinched your chin, his eyes dark and intense. "Do you understand?"

His hips stilled and he pulled out, his hardness laying heavily against your lower stomach.

"Y- yes," you stuttered, your entire body buzzing with the need for release. Your pussy felt so empty, clenching around nothing.

He stood, pulling his pants back up, making sure to not be too obvious about the large bulge pressing against the front of his pants.

"Up." he held out his hand, waiting patiently for you to gather the strength to move.

The moment you sat up he grabbed your hair, yanking you up until you were standing. You stumbled forward, he pulled your face to his, his breath ghosting across your lips.

"On your knees,"

You didn't even hesitate to sink down, his hand guiding you to where he wanted. The hardwood floor was a little uncomfortable, but the way Elijah was looking at you, it made everything worth it.

You opened your mouth, your tongue lolling out, just waiting for him. He smiled, running his thumb along your lower lip.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his voice rough and deep, filled with pure lust. His cock was shiny with your slick, a small drop of precum leaking from the tip. You couldn't help but lick it off, tasting yourself on him. He groaned, his grip tightening a bit.

"Open wide,"

You did as he said, looking up at him with innocent eyes, the sight made him growl, his cock twitching right in front of your lips. You smiled and opened your mouth, his hands resting on top of your head as his hips jerked forward, sliding into your mouth.

You loved when he fucked your mouth, feeling him lose control like this, it was so sexy. Your eyes were watering, a tear falling down your cheek as he hit the back of your throat. He wiped it away, still the gentleman even in the most carnal of moments.

You relaxed your jaw and bobbed your head, trying to fit as much of his thick length as possible, but failing a bit, gagging slightly. He groaned loudly and pulled you off of him by your hair, the sting making your head swim with need.

"You can do better than that," his tone was playful and teasing, making you blush deeply. He was so big, his girth was almost intimidating, you could hardly fit him in your mouth. But his tone made you try harder, opening wider and swallowing down, the taste of him making your thighs clench together.

His grip was bruising, holding you in place while his hips rocked back and forth, using your mouth and throat for his own pleasure.

His eyes were hooded and his breathing was uneven, but he was still composed. That's what you admired about him, no matter the situation, he was always calm and in control.

He was Elijah Mikaelson after all, and you were just a little human, yet you held so much power over him. It was thrilling. You wanted to see how far you could push him, to see just how deep his possessive side really ran. Just a tiny bit. You wanted to see what it would take to make him crumble.

"What a perfect princess you are,"

Your eyes snapped back to him and you smiled a little, the corners of your mouth turning upwards around his cock. Your tongue pressed flat against the underside, your head starting to move a little faster, taking him a little deeper each time.

You were being so good, doing everything he asked, and it was turning him on to no end. You could tell from the way his jaw was clenching and the little noises coming from the back of his throat. The way his eyes couldn't look away from your lips, his hand holding you in place.

He was starting to get a little rough, his hips rocking in and out, making your eyes water again. He groaned as his cock slid to the back of your throat, his other hand joining the one already tangled in your hair, both holding you still as he thrust deeper. Your tongue flattened against his shaft and he started to fuck your mouth with earnest.

His grip on your hair turned painful and your nose was pressed into his dark curls. Your eyes began to water as you gagged, the head of his cock buried deep in the back of your throat.

He didn't let you pull off until he felt you really struggling, letting you catch your breath before pushing you down again. He was a little rougher, his hips giving short and hard thrusts.

"You're doing so well," he sounded a bit wrecked, his breathing uneven and his voice deeper. His hips were moving a little faster, chasing his own high.

"Just like that,"

You moaned around him, his hips starting to shake a little, and that's when you decided to act, you wanted to make him cum.

You reached behind him, grabbing his ass to pull him impossibly close, taking him to the back of your throat the final few times. The sudden action startled him a little and his self control slipped. Your name was choked out from deep in his chest. The sound sent a hot spike straight to your core, the primal desperation in his tone made your heart race.

The noise went straight through him, his self control shattering like glass, his grip tightening around your skull. You couldn't breathe, couldn't pull away, so you took him down as deep as you could, feeling his release shoot straight down your throat.

His body was shaking, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing was uneven, but it didn't last long. He looked down at you with a stern expression.

"Did I say you could do that?"

He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your lips. "No... I didn't."

You couldn't help the smile that crept up, his eyes were practically black with lust. He was surely going to punish you now.

"On the bed." he growled.

You didn't waste any time, hopping onto the plush comforter, kneeling in the middle and waiting for his next command.

He grabbed his belt from the floor, slowly walking towards the bed, his eyes locked on yours.

"Turn around and bend over,"

He watched intently, his belt folded over in his hands.

Your cheeks flushed as you moved to get on all fours, arching your back a little, swaying your hips a bit, showing off your curves.

You glanced over your shoulder, making sure he was watching, and the sight made you whimper. His eyes were hooded and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, the belt was held tightly in his fist, a little vein protruding from his hand.

"Eyes front." he snapped, the sound of the leather sliding against itself made your heart race.

The anticipation was almost too much. You had never done this before, had no idea how it would feel, but you were aching to find out.

"How many do you think you deserve?" his hand ran along the curve of your spine, his touch light and warm, making you shiver.

"F-four?" you questioned, your voice was soft and hesitant, you could practically hear him smile.

"I'll give you eight, and you're going to count each one."

His hand smoothed over your backside, squeezing and rubbing softly. You could feel his cock resting on the curve of your ass, heavy and thick, already half hard again.

He raised his arm, the belt folded in his hand. The anticipation was killing you. You could barely breathe.

His hand caressed the swell of your ass one last time before raising the belt, a sharp crack rang throughout the room. You cried out, your body jerking forward, the pain seared right across the soft skin.

"Count." He snapped, his tone sharp and impatient.

"O-one."

Another hit.

"Two,"

A third.

"Three."

By the fourth hit, you were shaking, gripping the sheets to keep yourself grounded, but his next hit almost knocked you over.

"Four!" you squeaked out, your voice cracking as tears stung the corners of your eyes.

"I'm not even using my full strength," he sounded amused, his tone gentle and soft. His full strength would probably send you flying into the next room and you giggled at the thought.

"Don't laugh." he scolded, the belt slapping down on your skin, the sting even sharper.

"F-five!"

Another hard hit and you were whimpering, but you still tried to be as good as possible.

"S-six."

You could feel yourself growing wetter, the pain was so sharp, so searing, it almost felt like it was turning into pleasure.

"Seven!" you cried, burying your face in the sheets, the pain was starting to blur.

The belt came down one last time, leaving a dark red line right across the backs of your thighs.

"Eight," you sobbed, your entire body shaking.

"You did so well." He cooed, his fingers running along the welts, soothing the ache. "I knew you would."

You were trembling, his fingers dipping between your legs, gathering the slick that had collected on the inside of your thighs.

"So wet." he sounded amused. "You like being my little slut, don't you?"

You whimpered, unable to answer. His finger was circling your clit, sending hot sparks through your veins.

"Tell me," his hand landed on your ass again, the sting even sharper. "Tell me you like being my little slut."

You gasped, your body writhing. "Y-yes daddy, I love being your little slut,"

He chuckled, his other hand running along the curve of your spine, his fingers tangling in your hair again, pulling you towards him so your back was arched.

"That's what I thought," he let go of your hair and turned you around, scooping you up into his arms.

You gasped and wrapped your arms around his neck, a little surprised by the sudden change. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping your ass tightly, his lips pressing against the soft skin of your neck.

You could feel his hardness pressing into you, and your legs clenched around his hips. You could feel every muscle shifting underneath his skin, his strength and power was thrilling. He was one of the most powerful creatures in the world and here he was, holding you so gently.

You kissed him softly, running your fingers through his dark hair, his stubble scratching against your skin. He lowered you down onto his cock, your nails digging into his shoulders, letting him swallow up your gasps and moans.

His pace was slow and deep, savoring the moment, letting you feel every inch. His strong hands supported you, making sure you didn't fall, lifting you up and down his length.

You were a mess. Whimpering and clinging to him, so desperate for release. He was using you just how he wanted, holding you tight and fucking you hard. You were both so close, so on edge, his pace started to falter and his breath was becoming more uneven.

"Eli," you gasped, burying your head in the crook of his neck, your hands in his hair, his arms tight around your waist.

He pressed you back down into the bed, his hands intertwining with yours, pinning them above your head. His hips snapped forward, and his pace became brutal, pounding into you hard and fast, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your legs shook around his hips, you couldn't stop the whimpers and cries from pouring out of you. His forehead was pressed against yours, his eyes closed and his brow furrowed.

Your back arched off the bed, your legs trembling uncontrollably. Your orgasm came crashing down, making you cry out, your pussy gushing and clenching so tightly  that it pushed his cock out. He groaned at the sight, spilling his release all over your pussy and stomach, watching in awe as your walls clenched around nothing, soaking the sheets.

Your body went limp, your eyes fluttering closed, your breathing labored and uneven. You were exhausted, sore and spent.

He leaned down and kissed you, so sweet and gentle, his hands cupping your cheeks.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" he looked a bit worried, his thumb brushing along your cheek.

You giggled and nodded. "I'm fine, more than fine." you leaned into his touch, pressing your lips to his palm. "That was perfect."

"Good," he sighed, a smile spreading across his lips. "You did so well,"

"Thank you,"

"Do you need anything? A drink or-"

"I'm fine Elijah," you cut him off, giggling again. He was so sweet, so considerate. "I promise."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you again, his hand cupping your jaw. "Let me clean you up,"

"Okay," you whispered, a content sigh escaping your lips. He pulled back, his hand smoothing across your forehead, moving the stray hairs from your face.

"Stay here,"

You nodded and relaxed into the bed, your limbs like jelly, your eyelids starting to droop.

By the time he returned you had fallen asleep, curled up in a ball, snoring softly. He smiled and gently cleaned you off, pulling the blankets over you, watching for a few minutes, admiring the way your chest rose and fell with each breath.

 He kissed your forehead softly, "Goodnight princess, you were perfect.”

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I woke up this morning with a song in my heart and that song was reversed age gap maxiel with a lil scumbag Max in the bridge. I've had an ask in my inbox for months now about reversed aged gap maxiel and I thought this was the same vibe but sadly it isn't. Oh wells, this is what I wrote this morning. thank you @chaosinstigator for being an amazing cheerleader <3

1172 wrds. There is a part 2 apparently lol

Something something four-time world champion Max Verstappen looks across the garage at his new teammate, the 18yr old they dragged up from VCarb to replace Checo. 

Daniel Ricciardo was a fast driver, he'd only spent a fraction of the year in F2 before he was called up. And even though the car wasn't good, he was. Which is what mattered.

Helmut had been puffing chest out in pride ever since Daniel proved him right. 

Now the kid– because that's what he was, a kid– was talking to the old man, nodding periodically while Helmut spoke. Like a good boy.

They'd already met, had time to break the ice as teammates and Max could hardly ignore how his light brown eyes had shone with worship and awe. Or how Daniel’s voice had cracked when he promised to be a good challenge for Max this year. His lips pulled into an almost-but-not-quite-there cocky smirk over the brackets of his braces, and Max idly wondered what other ‘challenges’ Daniel would pose this year.

In the weeks since that, Max couldn’t help but notice Daniel. How could he not? He was cute, in a dorky way. He listened to loud music, loudly. Unlike Checo who kept his tunes to a reasonable volume for someone sharing a wall. Daniel was always giggling and joking around, trying to rile people up to play. 

Max was already riled up in a different way.

What with Daniel’s continued teasing and jokes, walking around in tiny shorts and showing his new thigh tattoo to anyone with eyes. He was flexible too, contorting his scrawny body into yoga poses while they waited for engineering to start, doing handstands in the hallway. He was loud when he got massaged. Max could hear him talking through the thin wall and then his voice would hitch and he would groan when Jon apparently hit a particularly deep knot. It drove Max up the wall.

Max knocked twice before opening the door– his usual standard– then froze in the doorway. Daniel looked at him wide eyed, dressed only in his underwear and clearly about to get dressed in his tight white fireproofs. Max hadn’t ever seen him so underdressed, even with all of the random activities they’d been doing for marketing. He was scrawny yes, but still lithe with corded muscles. Dotted with freckles and sunspots. Max gripped the handle of the door when Daniel’s big eyes lost their surprise and settled into upturned curiosity. His heart shaped lips dropped open a little, enough for Max to see his tongue pressing against his braces. Max wanted to smear his come in the brackets.

“Max?” Daniel’s voice pitched upwards.

Max mentally stepped away from the visuals of him debauching this kid. “Your music.” He got out.

“Oh jeepers, my bad. Sorry!” Daniel rushed to the table to lower the volume on his speakers. Max watched his ass in his tight briefs. How his thighs bunched as he moved, thick with dark wiry hair.

“Lovely, thank you Daniel.” Max smiled and Daniel’s face darkened with a pleased flush and he bit his lip. Max forced himself to close the door and go back to his own room.

— - —

They were changing after a gokart race for marketing, Daniel sat shirtless on the bench. Max looked over to see him already watching him. After spending the last twenty minutes with Daniel practically sat in his lap while Max gripped his tiny waist, Max would appreciate it if he got dressed already.

“I can hear your brain from here.” Max teased and Daniel’s lips pulled into an unconscious smile even as he looked away. 

“Sorry I just– you don’t like me, do you?” Daniel blurted and Max froze.

“What?”

“It’s just– you didn’t–I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have like said that.” Daniel shook his head and stood. Max watched him tuck his long sweaty curls behind his ear. 

“Why would you think that?” Max was confused as to why Daniel would assume that he hated him, and wondered what made him think that way. As far as Max was concerned, he hadn’t treated him any differently than anyone else. Unless Daniel was expecting special treatment? If anything, Daniel was getting special treatment. Max wasn’t going out of his way to be a dick to him, he wouldn’t do that to his young teammate.

“Uhm, I– everyone says you were nicer to Checo, warmer. I-I don’t think you’ve been bad– you’ve been great. But I’m not Checo and I dunno if you like resent me for replacing him.”

“Checo was my teammate for five years, I am not going to, of course, automatically treat you like him.” Max pointed out, “and you shouldn’t listen to the media, they are talking out of their asses most of the time.”

Daniel blushed and ducked his head, chastised. 

“Was that it?” Max asked kindly. He would rather get this all out in the open now.

“I'm sorry.” Daniel apologized, his upturned eyes looked glassy as if he was holding back tears. “I just want us to be friends I guess.” He shrugged.

“You don’t have to be friends with your teammate.”

“I know but.. You were friends with all of yours. Like Carlos.”

Max scoffed, he hadn’t been friends with Carlos when they were teammates– they fucked out their frustrations.

Daniel’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in a small o. Max shrugged and tugged his shirt over his head. He repacked his bag and tugged on a cap, turning to see Daniel squirming where he stood, a deep blush on his cheeks. And oh. Well this was interesting. 

Max crossed the room and stood over him, using the few centimeters he had on Daniel to his advantage. Daniel’s head tipped up trustingly and Max cupped his smooth chin in his big hand. Daniel let out a breathy exhale that had Max’s blood surging. 

Max leaned in closely, so close their noses touched. Daniel’s breath hitched. It would be so easy to take. To give in and do what he wanted to Daniel, clearly what Daniel wanted him to do to him. It would be so easy to ruin him entirely. Too easy. 

“You have no idea what you’re asking.” Max whispered against pink lips. Daniel whined in response.

“I– please. I can take it”

“Have you ever?” Max wanted to know, needed to know just how corrupt his little jailbait was. Daniel’s eyes widened and Max bit back his groan. Fuck.

“W-with girls.” Daniel admitted in a whisper, he grabbed at Max’s arm as if he were afraid that his admission would make him less desirable. As if Max hadn’t already been fantasising about fucking him seven ways to Sunday every fucking weekend. His cock stirred at the thought of being the first in the undoubtable tight clench of Daniel’s untried hole. Of being the first to have him writhing and screaming at the discovery of his prostate. 

Would he beg? Max quirked a smirk at the thought, Daniel was already begging right now. 

[my-love-of-books]

Trying new things

A little fluffy/smutty fic w/ OUAT peter pan, also he doesn't know what a traffic light is and it is so CUTE

Paring: OUAT!Peter x shy!gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, smut, blowjob, Terrible writing, think that's it feel free to tell me otherwise

Peter's head wipped around as his eyebrows shot straight up. My boyfriend was sitting on the bed relaxing, reading a book when I popped an interesting question. "What did you say, love?" He asked incrediously, the corners of his mouth purched upword. "Well, I... I was wondering if we could try something new... sexually" I said slowly getting quieter and quieter as I went. I shifted under the covers a little. We had never done anything more than a few heated makout sessions so asking this was a pretty big deal for me.

"What were you thinking, love?" The brown-haired boy asked gently. "Umm, I was thinking... maybe a... blowjob" I whispered while playing with my fingers. He immediately scoffed tongue pushing into his cheek. "What?" I practically whined, "Typical Y/N rather please me than please themself." I simply rolled my eyes.

"Okay, if you would like to do this then ground rules need to be set." I nodded. "Tch, tch, tch, angel, if we are going to do this you need to use your words, alright." "Ok" I blinked at him. "Better!" He smiled. "Now, a 'safe word' is used if at any time you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop. What would you like your safe word to be?" "Could we do like a traffic light? Green is go, yellow is slow down, and red is stop." "what's a..." His eyebrows furowing together. "Never mind. We can do that, and when your mouth is occupied 2 taps are equivalent to yellow and 3 taps are equivalent to red." "okay, sounds good." I nodded.

"Are you sure this is what you want, angel?" "yes" I say confidently and then "I wanna make you feel good" I finish with the meekest voice I've ever heard. "we'll start slow and work our way up from there, no reason to be nervous, love."

Peter slowly throws off the blankets and set his book down on the nightstand. He spreads his legs and I climb in between them, sitting on my knees. He starts to take off his pants and I reach to help but by the time I have they were already on the floor beside the bed.

I was, however, able to pull down his boxers for him, and as I pulled down the front his cock springs up making me jump a little. Which draws a chuckle from the green-eyed boy above me. "Relax, angel" he runs his finger through my hair. He shimmies the rest of the way out of his boxers before I lean down and lick a stripe from bace to tip, looking up with wide eyes to see if that was a smart idea, and judging by Peter's sharp intake of breath and small grunt that came from him I think it was. His hand goes to rest on my cheek, thumb moving to play with my bottom lip, pushing it down. "Open up for me love." He somehow has a mix between his usual grin and a boyish smile spreading across his face.

I did as I was told opening my mouth, and guiding his cock into my mouth. When I close around him he tilts his head back, letting out a breathy moan. I was barely halfway down his member as I started to suck. Peter gripped my hair, slowly moving my head up and down, going lower and lower each time but making sure I don't gag or choke.

The longer this goes on the harder his grip and the more frequent his noises are getting. "Fuckkk, love, just like that. I'm gonna cum if you keep this up." So naturally, I bobbed my head faster. "I'm gonna... Ahh... Can I cum inside your pretty mouth angel? Please?" As soon as I nodded and hummed a 'yes' I felt a warm liquid running down my throat. I kept trying to swallow all of it but just couldn't, some leaking out of the corners of my mouth. "Lord, that was hot. You did such a good job, my little angel." He said wiping my face off with his previously discarded shorts

"Are you sure you don't want me to take care of you?" Even though I knew I was fully aroused I didn't know if I was ready for that step just yet, so I hung my head and answered "no 'm sorry, I just-." "Hey under no circumstances are you allowed to apologize for something like that do you hear me?" I look up at him, a small smile on my face, and simply nodded. ~_~

A/N: thx so much for reading plz like or commit if you enjoyed it, I am always welcome to criticism! Have a nice day/night🙃

[koneko-pi]

I am hopelessly shameless but can I ask for another fuegoleon with wife s/o? Where he has a nightmare maybe about his arm or something and his s/o comforts him and suggests he be the little spoon tonight. And he's uncomfortable with the idea at first since we all know poor Fuego is more used to being the ever dependable and strong one in any situation. But as he falls asleep to the beating of her heart he can't help but feel grateful???? just some hurt/comfort super fluffy stuff AAAA IM JUST CRAZY FOR THIS BIG LION MAN

Here we go again! I hope you enjoy it! I wanted to try a more fanfic response to this one rather than just headcannons.

Night Terrors

Fuegoleon x Female S/O

Hurt/Comfort

Mentions of blood and nightmares

Word count of 1000+

Sleep has become unfortunately hard in the last few weeks. Normally Fuegoleon was very strict with his schedule; he had a lot of things he liked to get done in the day between work, exercise, training, his personal time and of course-

Sleep.

He had to juggle all of it day by day to maximize all of his time and get all of his goals done.

So he kept an effective and quick schedule. He got at least 7 hours of sleep at night, going to bed at the same time every night so he could be up early in the morning to start the same process over again.

But after waking up from his coma and the following elven attack, he found it hard to really get back into his normal routine, restful nights of sleep seemed to only be drifting farther and farther away from him.

"Guh…" The lion had curled up in his sleep. His face was glimmering with the start of sweat as his eyebrows knit together in pain or frustration. Images of William flashing quickly through his dream, then changing into the elf and then red filled his vision as his own arm suddenly flew out in front of him. He was wide eyed and in a panic, adrenaline coursing through his body as his chest tightened with not only panic but despair from this betrayal-

"Fuegoleon!"

Purple eyes snapped open and the man sat up straight. The bed sheets falling from his body as his hand lashed out to grab hold of his shoulder, the pain was so intense, his fingers dug in as if that would somehow help alleviate the trauma.

"Fuego..?"

Again that voice, it had been light cutting through a dark dream. He slowly looked over and shame washed over him. There you were, his precious wife, with your hand on his good shoulder. Wide awake. The moonlight coming through the window seemed to emphasize all the worry and fear in your face and it made him feel guilty.

"I-I am sorry…" his mouth felt incredibly dry. "Did I wake you?"

"No." Your reply was gentle and soft. You shook your head and moved closer to him, bringing your other hand up to gently cup his cheek. "Are you okay?"

He didn't answer at first and that was okay. That was all you needed. You gently put your forehead to his and he took a soft inhale. This was the waking world, and while his injury had happened in the past, and William was quickly redeeming himself, nothing here would be able to hurt him.

It almost felt wrong to feel so weak, especially in front of you. He was the strong and proud Captain of the Crimson Lion Kings. To think an injury he had overcome would be haunting him in such a way.

"I am sorry…" he said again.

"It's okay." You whisper back."It's okay to have this happen… it was a lot…" while you weren't there when it happened you knew it had to be painful. And then to be asleep for as long as he had been… sometimes you wondered if he worried about slipping away again. To someday go to bed and then… not wake up.

Your hand slowly slid from his face down to his hand, where it still clutched tightly to his shoulder. You slid your fingers between his, and slowly he relaxed and with great reluctance, let you pull the hand away. You held his hand close to you as you looked into his tired eyes.

When was the last time he got a good night's rest? You have known for a while that Fuegoleon's nightmares were coming and going, some nights were worse than others. But you also knew how proud he was and didn't want to simply ask about it. Even now you didn't need to ask, you knew exactly what was happening and he knew that you knew. Now it was just… worry and shame.

"It'll be okay." You said as you squeezed his hand.

"I know…" Fuegoleon responded but he didn't seem to believe it. But he put on a fake smile for you so you didn't have to worry. If only you didn't know him so well, he might have gotten away with it.

"Why don't I cuddle you?" You asked softly.

He blinked for a second then his cheeks flushed. "What? No- do you mean..?"

You nodded down to the pillows. "It'll be nice. I like it when you hold me, let me hold you."

"M-my love, please…'' It wasn't that hewas embarrassed by it… but as your husband he always felt the strong urge to always keep you safe, to hold and cherish you. He hadn't really thought about it being the other way around.

He had always been your strong lion.

But…

He felt you squeeze his hand.

Even lions could get hurt and need help…

He let out a small huff before he slowly laid back down onto his back. You let him go and got comfortable at his side.

"Will you roll over for me?"

He glanced at you, and in your eyes he saw only love. It made him melt… how could he deny you…

He shuffled under the sheets, rolling to face you and you lovingly wrapping your arms around him. You settled your head onto the pillows, and he had his against your chest. One of your arms held him close and your legs were intertwined.

At first he was… a little embarrassed. He always held you like this. His larger frame always fit perfectly against yours, you were safe within his grasp.

And now he couldn't even hold you properly with one arm…

The dark thoughts creeping into his mind were quickly drowned out as he closed his eyes. Focusing on the sound of your gentle and steady heartbeat. He nuzzled gently into you, and you hugged him a little closer. Slowly, he relaxed, counting each beat of your loving heart like sheep over a fence. He felt blessed to have a wife such as you. You knew him better than anyone and could relax and comfort him better than anyone. If he could marry you all over again, he would.

Slowly, his body would relax, sleep once again claimed him.

But with you there holding him close, he had nothing but deep sleep and sweet dreams.

[cyborg-franky]

Hey Franky! How are you doing? Can I please have Law or Sabo for prompt 12 or j? Thank you very much!

I am doing okay thank you <3<3 how are you? I hope you enjoy some grumpy boy.

Law x GN Reader SFW Modern AU WC: 534

When Law came home from work he saw you hunched over your desk, fistfuls of hair as you stared at the notes on the desk. He kicked off his shoes and walked over to you, you jumped when you felt a hand on your back. Whirling around to face him, seeing the amused smirk on his face. He chuckled and watched you deflate, another sigh.

“Rough day?” He asked as you leaned back in your seat, he picked up one of the sheets of paper, seeing your half-written essay and you didn’t reply, the answer obvious front he scribbled out answers on the paper.

“What do you need?” He asked, rubbing your shoulder. “I need a vacation..”

–

And that was all it took, Law must have needed to blow off steam too because normally he was the one that would keep you both on track. You leaned back in your seat and watched the world fly by, just listening to music. This was already nice, you glanced over to Law who was nodding to the music, fingers drumming on the stirring wheel.

“Where are we going? You can’t say it’s a surprise I know you hate surprises…” You eyed him as his smirk grew, he didn’t take his eyes off the road, the shit-eating grin was answer enough though.

As you drove you kept wondering what his plan was, and where you were both going.

–

He pulled up to a nice big building, it was a fancy-looking hotel. And you could feel yourself staring wide-eyed as he opened the door, getting out, going to grab your things out the back. You got out of the car and stared up at it. The bright lights were inviting, and warm. The roses that grew around and up the building were beautiful and you could smell them on the summer breeze.

“I thought, it’s not a vacation because I have work and you have papers but it’s at least a few nights away.” He gently nudged you with his shoulder to walk. “Has a pool, does breakfast.” He listed off a few things as you entered the building, just as fancy inside as it was out.

–

Dinner had been eaten and you both lay on the large, soft bed, melting into pillows and staring out the window, watching the stars. You felt him pull you back against his chest as you closed your eyes. You heard the sounds of rain on the window, something about it always healed your soul. You let out a big, deep happy sigh and nuzzled against him.

“Thank you, I needed this.” You mumbled, “I know you did, it’s okay to take a break sometimes, right?” Law said, you could feel his lips move against your neck and you huffed. “Maybe listen to your own advice sometimes huh?” 

Law chuckled in response before he leaned over you, clicking the lamp off. Just the moon in the wet rainy night lighting the room. It was nice, it was perfect. “I love you,” You said, voice becoming groggy as sleep pulled at you. You felt a kiss and the tickle of his goatee on your neck and as he whispered I love you too.

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Doom prompt 11 Sentinel Wolf

A writing prompt from my doom discord, tied into the Garnets story. Rula is bestest of good girls, also I do write and head cannon that the Argenta are distinctly Taller then humans so... its confusing for the sentinel wolves [also, Jasmine needs a hug soon lol]

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11: “The sentinel wolves follow the humans on the Fortress around, wondering why the "children" are doing adult jobs.”

Rula was, in a few words, very worried. Padding after her current charge, the wolf eyed her, then around them both. 

“You know I'm fine?” the young teen asked the big wolf, sounding bemused as Jasmine walked down the big hall. The grocery basket she was pushing was out of place with the old stone work but it was the best thing she could find.

The giant wolf huffed again, leaning over too carefully push her head into the small one's side. Whining, because she should be resting, or eating, or just playing with the other odd pups. Rula snorted as a small hand hesitated before making contact, she had to nudge it and let the small one's arm rest over her head before there were proper head scratches.

These new young ones need so much reminding that it was safe here in Rula’s opinion. This was a Sentinel protected place, both Eitan and herself would protect these odd pups of their people. 

It was just taking time for the pups to realize this.

“I'm just going to the kitchens.” Jasmine was saying, having to pause to rub at the massive, silver furred ‘cheeks’ of the wolf. Rula watched her back with half lidded eyes, they seemed golden to Jasmine. She could not remember if they were always that color. 

The old wolf leaned forward, trying to groom at the young woman's arms but Jasmine got away with a nervous giggle. “Come on momma, I want to get this to the kitchen. They're setting up freezers and shelves there! I'll make you a peanut butter and pumpkin treat, but we got to get over there.”

Rula grumbled as the odd Argenta pup kept walking. Missing her old strength, but just could not figure out how to get this puppy to be herded safely and with- The wolf snorted and shook herself, trotting ahead to be sure she had the right scent. Letting out a half huff, half borf sound to alert the Sentinel in there that something was off.

Because it was.

There was one of their puppies that were working, and not playing like puppies of all kinds should be doing, thank you very much.

“I… don’t know what you’re fussy about momma,” Jasmine said as she moved to the front of the cart, pulling the front over the odd spot of the doorway. 

“She’s upset about something being off,” A deep voice said from inside the dinning area of the galley. It made the young woman yip, startled, dropping the basket back on its wheels and turning. 

The big argenta man winced at the second yip sound, as the human just dropped a wheel on her slipper covered foot. He got up, setting the mug of tea down and came over to help. The light green eyes reflecting guilt, and the Sentinel made sure to move slowly once over by the little human. Reaching out to grasp the odd, but very effective wire basket the human had been using. 

The teen looked down for a moment, flustered at being so startled. As well as just in reaction as the practical giant of a warrior just… picked the whole basket full of frozen food up to move it inside almost one handed. “Thank you, um… sir?”

“Asin,” The Sentinel provided his name, smiling at the girl, then arched an eyebrow at Rula as the wolf came into the room talking. A yowling, not quite howl of a sound now. “You’re talkative Rula.”

“She really is Mr. Asin, and I’m afraid I don’t know why.” Jasmin looked between the big wolf, and bigger argenta, eyes wide as he was standing back upright. The teen was staring at the fabric covered stomach. “Oh! My name is Jasmin by the way.” 

“You can just call my Asin child.” The Sentinel smiled, even by human standards, this girl was still a child. Hell invasion or no, Asin knew she had a right to still be a child. He glanced at the wolf circling them, still vocally complaining like an insulted husky. “She seems to think something is off. I’m not sure what, might know.”

“I think he’s training below?” Jasmin tried to remember, then sighed, as these canine-like complaints had been happening off and on since Rula found the teen in storage. “I’m sorry to have interrupted up mr… sir… Asin.”

A massive hand rested on Jasmin’s head, her currently short blond hair was ruffled in a way that was surprisingly warm. Asin was chuckling, not that same sort of thunder deep rumble edge in primordial. But it was… warm, Asin himself was relaxed and it showed he was getting used to humans. “I was just having tea and reading.”

Asin lifted the left side of the dark blue, tunic like shirt, showing a healing line of stitches, ��And healing as you can see.”

“That sounds fun- wait, not the healing part. I mean, it’s good that you’re healing but not that you have too- oh, I’m sorry- wait? What?” 

Asin chuckled again as he moved his hand behind the girl’s back, having to stoop a bit to push her ahead of him as she rambled. “Come, lets get this put away and you can come have some tea too.”

“Okay…” 

Rula would have rolled her eyes if she could, as it finally seemed like the puppy had a reasonable adult to watch out for and help her now.

[jungle-angel]

“Honey We’re Shrunk!”: Chapter 5 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Summary: Royal was right, there was something weird about that hole in the west pasture. So what happens when Rhett, (Y/n), Amy and their kids wake up one morning and find that they’re only as big as a flea? Shit’s bound to ensue somewhere. 

Tagging: @sebsxphia @peachystenbrough @bradleybeachbabe​

You both awoke with the sun hitting your faces, still in that little dirt tunnel and groggy from having slept all night long. You noted the slightly disappointed look on Rhett’s face as the early morning light penetrated the tunnel. 

Still small. 

You had both hoped to awake, only to discover that it was just a dream, but it wasn’t. You were both only a half inch high at most with a nearly impossible way back into the house. 

“Rhett?” you yawned. 

Rhett put his arms around you. “Still wish we could be big again,” he croaked. “One day of being this small’s enough for me darlin.” 

You nearly buried yourself into him, breathing in his familiar scent of cedar, dust and dirt. All of a sudden, you looked up, gasping out loud at the sight of an ant peeking in on you both. When the kids awoke, they too were startled, wide-eyed and shaking with terror. 

“GO AWAY!!” Amy screamed at the ant, trying to back into the tunnel wall.

“Shh....shh, sweetheart he’s ok,” Rhett assured her. “He’s a friendly one.”

The ant quietly crept into the tunnel on his long, spindly legs. His pinschers twitched together as he gave Amy a curious look, like a dog trying to recognize his master. Amy tentatively reached out to the ant who leaned his round head into the palm of her hand. 

“Can we ride him?” the twins asked excitedly. 

“I don’t see why not,” you answered. 

All of you hoisted yourselves onto the ant and were off out of the tunnel, emerging into the bright sunlight. You felt as though you were on the backs of the bumblebees again, riding through the grass towards the house when the brave little ant crept through the spaces under the porch steps. You, Rhett and the kids were unnerved at the sight of the dim light under the porch as it barely broke through the splits between the boards. Yet if this was your only way in....so be it. 

“You know where your goin boy?” Rhett asked the ant. 

The ant twitched in response, skittering towards a hole in the foundation that even mice could easily get in and out of. Up and up and up you seemed to go, inching your way through the dark, trusting the ant’s instincts better than your own. 

Then there it was. The light of day coming in again through the mouse hole in Hannah’s room. 

“Well,” Rhett sighed. “Here we are and back again.” 

The ant let you both off but decided to stick close nonetheless. You both still heard and felt signs of Perry’s presence throughout the house, wondering if he had ever gone or if Royal was just waiting to kick him out when you both got back. 

You found Perry asleep in his old room, snoring away with at least three to four glass liquor bottles next to his bed, all of them empty. The covers were all haphazardly tossed across the bed, one of his feet dangling over the side along with his arm. 

“I can’t believe that asshat’s still in here,” you muttered. 

All of a sudden, that evil little grin you knew so well, crawled its way across your husband’s face. “Rhett?” you asked. “Rhett? Hello, earth to Rhett!” 

“Oh Darlin I’m gonna have fun with this one,” he cackled. 

You groaned in exasperation. “C’mon babies,” you said to the kids. 

“Is Daddy making an evil plan again?” Amy asked. 

“Oh yes, by the looks of it, he is,” you answered, shuffling them all out of the room. 

Rhett climbed his way up the bed, hoping that Perry wouldn’t mistakenly roll over onto him. He gripped the threads of Perry’s shirt and kept climbing, the strain in his muscles nearly taking the breath out of Rhett until he reached Perry’s ear. 

“Time for your wake-up call, shithead,” Rhett cackled. 

Rhett reached in and tickled the inside of Perry’s ear, causing him to startle himself awake, itching furiously with his finger before Rhett snuck his way up into Perry’s hair. Rhett tickled and scratched Perry’s scalp, Perry’s hand shooting right up to scratch again, swearing and cursing under his breath while Rhett laughed. 

“Serves ya’ll right you peckerhead!” Rhett laughed. 

Before long, Rhett was biting and scratching at the rest of Perry like a flea, nipping at wherever he could and all the while dodging Perry’s hand. God he loved watching his brother squirm. 

When Rhett realized that Perry was trying to roll over, he quickly sprang from the inside of his brother’s shirt, grabbing onto a blanket thread and riding it down for dear life. When he finally stopped at the end, Rhett grimaced from the thread burns on his hands, his eyes focused on the floor below. There was no laundry bucket full of clothes to catch him and if he swung into the liquor bottle, Perry still would have a chance of swallowing him whole. 

His thoughts were suddenly broken by the winding rev of a little battery powered car and when Rhett looked down, there you were with the kids. “Need a ride?!” you called up to him. 

Rhett dropped from the rope, through the roof opening in the little monster truck and into the seat next to you. “Darlin I owe ya’ll for that,” he chuckled. 

“We’ll talk about that later,” you told him. “For now, we’ve gotta get outta here.” 

You shifted the little truck into gear and out into the hall you went, zooming along towards the boys’ room before Perry’s footfalls began clobbering the floors behind you like an angry giant. 

“Shit darlin, he’s comin in hot!!” Rhett shouted. 

“Must....go....faster!”  you panicked. 

Once again you shifted into gear, zooming into the boys’ room before you found yourselves on the little tracks the twins had set up a few days before. Perry was gaining speed behind you, coming up fast and not showing any signs of stopping. 

Hannah and the others grew wide-eyed when they saw what was in front of them. “Mommy?” Hannah said nervously. 

“Hang on kiddos, there’s a jump coming!” 

Over the tracks and along the big loop you zoomed, the jump coming up faster than any of you could have anticipated. The door of the laundry chute was open as the little monster truck went flying high, swallowed right up into the big metal void. 

You, Rhett and the kids released yourselves from the monster truck, each grabbing onto a kid or two as you fell down, down the laundry chute, the light coming up beneath you. Your frightened cries echoed off the metal as a soft surface began to zoom in fast. 

You all braced for impact. 

*POOF!*

You and Rhett suddenly blinked your eyes open, trying to catch your breath. You were astonished to find that all of you were perfectly safe and alive after having landed in a pile of bedsheets, fresh from the dryer and still a very cozy warm. The blindingly white walls of the finished basement suddenly flashed before your eyes, the early morning sun still peeking in through the little square windows.  

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!!!!” Tatum declared happily, popping up from a fold in the bedsheets.

“DADDY! DADDY! DADDY! CAN WE DO THAT AGAIN?!” 

Rhett shook his head as you laughed. “Jeebus, Mary and Joseph,” he sighed. “These kids are nuts.”

[mossy-kit]

What’s the white whale fic about!

(also answering this ask from my beloved @yrael “hiiii you should talk about forever's a luxury” thank you also 😊)

ohoho my white whale... my holy grail.... my "one day if this were done it'd be really good but it is distinctly not done"... forever's a luxury, aka my Tyler Violet post ambush reintegrating into their life fic. Started back pretty much right after Tyvi got resurrected, back in summer 2021, and then I kept picking it back up and sticking bits on it and rewriting intermittently for quite some time, up until my lull a while back at least.

The central premise of this one is essentially just Tyvi, who died back in season 3, coming back after being unceremoniously ambushed roughly thirty years after they died. They immediately leave the Tigers’ shadows to go back to stay with Ziwa, who I tend to lore as their childhood friend and essentially lifelong ride or die. For both of them, it’s this incredible gift they never expected to be given, but at the same time Tyler’s got a lot going on: nearly their entire team was Ship of Theseused away in their absence (which they still feel guilty for and particularly broken up about, since they helped sign up a lot of the early team members), the game is still going on and putting the people they have left in danger, they feel bad for leaving their teammates still down in the Hall, and mostly – on some level, they want so badly to fit into the hole that was left, and so do their friends, but they’ve been gone thirty years, and never had a chance to do the growing that the still-living ones got to do, so they’re stuck with a lot of twenty-something baggage and habits that the people they’re closest with (namely Ziwa, and then Greer, their sort of ex) have moved on from in a lot of ways, and it’s about them finding their way through that to keep going forward anyway.

some snippets because now I’m in the word document again and remembering how much fun this was to write:

“Tyler still can’t help but feel like if they blink, one of them will disappear. Because the gods don’t offer gifts for free. They know that. So if they’re alive, it’s because they’re a marionette held by callous hands, and they’ll need to dance to earn their place, just like everyone else. It’ll catch up with them; they don’t know how, but they know it just like they knew the minute Jaylen burned that they would too, eventually.

But Ziwa’s here, they’re here, right now, solid and wide eyed and so very, very alive, and so is Tyler, even if only for tonight.”

“Sure, they look like the one they knew; they could have been twins. This one’s glowing eye is green instead of purple, but even in that difference, the mischief lighting up the unlit eye is almost exactly the same. They watch this Jenkins high-five a scruffy looking pitcher with an extremely bedazzled jacket, and they keep having to remind themselves that this isn’t them, that this person won’t remember always sharing the Hawaiian pizza with them in the away game hotel rooms, tag-team teasing right back if anyone tries to argue the old pineapple-on-pizza debate. Because that person’s gone, has been for a long time now. And it’s not like she didn’t know that, but it’s not every day you have to look the proof in the face.” <- Tyler is not so much getting along with Jenkins in this fic at least at first lol

“Their first thought, when they wake up, is whether Kennedy’s going to want to go and stand by the big rock that they claim “gets better reception” to see if they can get a Haunting in that day, maybe try and pass the last message they wrote through to Vela. And then for a moment they’re wondering where Hobbs is, because he usually ends up half sleeping on their arm and maybe he got up early to go talk to some of the Magic like he does when he’s bored because he’s never really slept much and then they’re wondering where all of them are, because Eli should be snoring, even though they don’t breathe he still manages to find a way to snore, and Trev should be stirring by now too, and then they get this horrible, sinking feeling in their gut that something’s wrong, something’s horribly wrong, and so they force their bleary eyes open and all of them are gone, and the memories crash back in all at once.”

augh. anyway. one day I’ll write this, shake my fist at god, etc etc. thanks for the ask! always fun to get into it again 😊

[everythingcanadian]

Mr Barrow's Familiar

Summary:

Jimmy thought he knew what a Warlock like Mr. Barrow would have as a familiar. My how he was wrong. Halloween Prompt day 1: Familiar Rated for Evey one Tags: Familiars 31 Days Of Halloween

Jimmy thought that he knew what Mr. Barrow's familiar was. A warlock like him usually had something that was easy to pin point. A cat maybe, black as the midnight sky and sleek enough to hide in plain sight.

No. It was not a cat. That Was Mrs. Hughes' and the thing wasn't even black but a soft grey tabby that ended up making Jimmy jump when he rounded a corner and it was just there, watching him.

Next Jimmy thought it could have been a snake, dangerous and easy to get places it shouldn't. Maybe even one of them boa constrictor types that could squeeze information from anyone.

It was not a snake either, that was Lady Mary's familiar, a small but quick green and white snake that would wind around her arm like a bracelet.

He had seen a tarantula a few times but that was most certainly not Mr. Barrow's. That was Miss O'Brien's little scout that would trap other familiars in sticky webs and cause havoc. Much like the witch herself. But it had left when Miss O'Brien did.

There were few other familiars that Jimmy could think of that were in the house but never really kept near their owner.

His own, of course, was kept in his inner pocket. Or on his shoulder. A small little field mouse, capable of hiding in the smallest of places where nothing could get it. Light brown fur as soft as new laundry and unmade, clean hair.

The day Jimmy saw Mr. Barrow's familiar was a day that he had memorized so keenly.

The man was outside with him, about to take his bike into the village, a thick glove on his bad hand that was brown and worn with markings. After a several paces away and with his gloved arm extended, Mr. Barrow just looked at the trees and whistled a quiet tune that had called a rich blue-tinted black raven from the branches nearby, it blended in well to the coloured leaves that September morning. Jimmy never knew it was there, quiet as it was which in itself was odd. He and Mr. Barrow had been chatting before breakfast outside while Mr. Barrow smoked.

It was when the large bird landed on Mr. Barrow's hide gloved arm that Jimmy clued in. Of course! A smart and cunning bird that was a harbinger. No wonder Jimmy never saw it, it was too big for inside and would never be able to fly indoors unlike Daisy's sparrow. Nor did Mr. Barrow ever call for it or have his hide glove on to keep it around.

Mr. Barrow had looked back towards Jimmy, cooing lightly at his familiar and petting down it's beak and neck. Jimmy expected a wicked grin from the under-butler but instead it was a softer edged smile that was directed at him. It was one that had kept coming to Thomas's face when they were alone in their gossip and wit play. Or when Thomas thought Jimmy wasn't paying him any attention, only then could he relax his barbs.

Jimmy at first feared for his little mouse, feeling the little creature wriggle in his inner breast pocket in fear at the predator. And squeaked when Mr. Barrow had given the bird allowance to take flight from his arm, the pressure of the wingspan had caused Mr. Barrow's body to sway next to his bike even with the steady grip he had with his right hand.

Jimmy watched in horror when the raven flew to him in a straight line, worrying he'd be carved into from those talons. But no. The raven simply let itself slow enough to come to a hopping stop on the ground near him, looking up at him and coming close to coo up at him as if asking for something.

Jimmy didn't know it then but familiars never really were friendly with other people, unless- unless those people were the utmost trusted. Jimmy had leant over and brushed his first two fingers down the bird's throat, watching it relax into the soothing motion.

Jimmy remembered the look Mr. Barrow gave him then, full of wide eyed wonder and then what looked to be a huff of affection though Jimmy didn't hear it.

That was the day Jimmy had started to think of Mr. Barrow as Thomas.

[mudskip-muses]

🌟  ─  drive around the city to see the christmas lights

(ult-mechanic)

｡:*• ─ IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME ! (X) @ult-mechanic

Christmas had never been one of Gundham's favorite holidays, it was loud, bright, and people always had a sense of entitlement in terms of the presents they thought they deserved or deals they felt the stores should offer. He did enjoy an excuse to pamper his mother though, not that he needed one, this just made it so she couldn't argue about the money he was spending on her. The food was also enjoyable, soups and hot drinks always leaving him with a sense of warmth not just from the consumption, but of the familiarity of it from his childhood. Those memories....they perhaps are not ones that some would look back fondly on, having to sleep in a car with layers and layers of blankets to keep warm at night, but it made those times when they could afford a hot chocolate, or real food at a restaurant all the better.

Christmas lights were another thing he found a joy in, not having much money made for rather creative ways to pass the time, one of which being to drive about town and take in the decorations after it had gotten dark, a thermos of hot chocolate and a box of candy canes being divvied up between Gundham and his mother, sometimes with snow falling down around them to add to the wonder.

It was the memories of this that made the breeder unable to pass up a simple cruise about the city, Kazuichi only having been with him out of pure circumstance.

Yes...circumstance. They needed to get gifts for this years secret Santa their class put on, and Gundham had asked for his help in finding a gift for Teruteru since the mechanic seemed to at least be on somewhat good terms with him from what he could tell. In the end, Gundham simply ended up buying the chef a gift card to a fancy kitchenware store, a cheap way out of a personalized gift, but perhaps he could remedy that later on when he wasn't distracted at the idea of getting to spend time with Kazuichi.

It was getting dark by the time they started the drive back to Hope's Peak, Gundham currently looking for a place to stop for gas before heading back, when a familiar sight caught his eye. It was a house that had always been big on decorations, it housing the same family for many, many years, and it seemed they still kept up with their traditions. He couldn't help but slow his car down with the benefit of the empty road to take in the lights, a flashback to being much smaller as he gazed wide-eyed through the window of his mother's car warming his chest. "They...still do the lights." It was said without him knowing, an odd little smile on the breeder's face as he looked past Kazuichi to the brightly decorated house across the way.

He seemed to shake out of it after a moment, his blush growing dark even in the low lights provided by the streetlamps as he shifted his car back into drive. "Apologies, I...me and my mother would look at lights this time of year when I was young. This house...was often our first stop..." Despite shifting the car, he still made no move to take his foot off the brake, Gundham staring down at the steering wheel in thought.

"Would you...be opposed to staying out just a bit longer? It has been some times since I was able to do this with someone at length..." With his mothers health, the cold air wasn't good for her, even for a short time.

[link-sans-specs]

Rocking to the Rhythm of the Rain 🎶

EB311

Link's Romantic Big Sur Getaway

BONUS: Blue-tiful Boys 💙💙

[munsonxmayhem]

Hiii! I just want to say real quick that I really enjoy your writing sm!!!! I’ve read everything you’ve made in your masterlist. 🤍

I was wondering if you can make one for Joe x F!Reader where they both were on a press tour for ST and we’re always flirty with each other since the beginning of meeting one another. Celebs always get asked “who’s your celebrity crush” or “what’s your favorite thing about someone physically” so I feel like they would “jokingly” say things about each other. Idk I just feel like there should be some angst and smut in there somewhere but I don’t write soooooo I’m pretty shit hahahah.

Ahh thank you so much! I’m so glad you like my work <3

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Obvious.

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings; Angst, fluff, smut

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It’s no secret to you or the rest of your friends, and coworkers that you and Joseph were a bit flirty with each other. It’s been like that since the day you met on the set of Stranger Things. It only started being a public thing during the press tour for the new season.

Today you found yourself on yet another interview set, alongside Joseph, and Jamie. You were sat in the middle of both, answering whatever questions were thrown your way about the show.

The interviewer paused as Joseph kept nudging your chair with his foot, making you sway a bit and grab on so you didn’t fall. “I do apologize for them, they tend to get like this.” Jamie gives you both a look and you mutter an apology to the interviewer.

Joseph kept his feet to himself after Jamie scolded us silently for being immature. The interviewer brushed right past it, moving on to the next question.

“So, what would you guys say is your favorite physical attribute of someone? Say a crush or significant other..” She glances at each of us, a smile on her face. Jamie clears his throat, “Well, I’m a big fan of tattoos. I’ve got a few myself, so I like someone who also has them. A nice smile, as well.” He finishes, gesturing to both of you to go.

Joseph smiles, “I have to agree, I like a good smile. Like uh.. like (Y/N/N)’s actually.” He gestures to you, and you feel the heat creeping up on your face.

The interviewer holds her hands together, an adoring pout on her face at his compliment towards you.

“So I guess it’s my turn, and well.. like my coworkers here… I, too, like a good smile. Thank you, Joseph, by the way. I also really like brown eyes. Like.. big, round brown doe-eyes. Joseph’s a good example of this, actually.” You return the compliment, seeing him smile and poke his tongue out as he blushes.

The interviewer giggles at the obvious flirtation, “That’s lovely to hear, sounds like there could be some friends to lovers going on here between you two huh?” She jokes, and you and Joseph look at each other wide-eyed. “Well, that was the final question, and thank you guys for being here and doing this!” You all say your ‘thank you's and ‘goodbyes’ before making your way off the set.

You all make your way outside for a smoke, leaning up against the wall. “Well, that was quite the interview,” Jamie states, handing you his lighter. You light a cigarette, handing it back. “Yeah, quite.” You glance over at Joseph who’s looking at the ground intently as he smokes.

“You okay?” You nudge his side and he turns to look at you, he furrows his brows. “Yeah.” That is all he says before his ride pulls up, “That’s me. See you guys later.” He states, walking off.

“Did he seem off to you?” You ask Jamie, who nods as he watches the car drive off. “Absolutely, he did.” He agrees and looks at you curiously. “Maybe you should go talk to him.” He tells you, putting his cigarette out. You shrug, taking a long hit off yours. “He seemed fine earlier..” You trail off. “Ready?” He says, and you put your cigarette out. You nod, walking to Jamie’s car; you’d rode with him to the interview.

Later that night you’re sat on the couch, staring at the delivered messages to Joseph that had gone unanswered. What’s going on with him? You think to yourself as you stare at the screen.

You decide on calling him, a nervous pit forming in your stomach. After a few rings, he answers; “Yeah?” He mumbles into the other end.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You make small talk, in hopes that it’s not you he’s mad at.

“Just watching TV and yourself?” He replies, sounding unenthused.

“Was doing the same… Hey, can I come over?” You ask, simply. Cutting out the small talk.

“Sure, if you’d like.” He states, plainly.

“On my way.” You say before you both end the call.

The drive over to Joseph’s is short, music playing softly from your car radio as you pull into the parking lot of his hotel. Joseph was in a different hotel since fans leaked his location at the last one.

You made your way quickly to his room, knocking lightly on the suite door.

He opens in, wearing only joggers, his upper body completely exposed. He moves aside, gesturing you to come in. You kick off your shoes once you are in, dropping your purse on the table.

“Want something to drink?” He asks and you shake your head. “I’m okay, thank you.” He nods, sitting back down on the couch.

You tentatively sit beside him, before grabbing the remote and pausing his movie. He tries to protest but you cut him off, “Are you okay? You seemed off after the interview, and you wouldn’t respond to my texts.” You ramble quickly, to get it out of the way.

He sighs, leaning back into the couch. “I’m just confused.” He states, still gazing at the ceiling.

“What about?” You inquire softly.

“Us. We flirt, that’s obvious. I like you, that’s obvious. But what’s not obvious is how you feel about me. Like.. Do you like me, too? Or do you just flirt for fun?” He shakes his head, feeling a bit silly at his words.

“I do flirt for fun.” You start and his eyes squeeze shut. “But.. It’s only fun because I’m doing it with you. I do like you, Joe. I was just waiting for you to make the first move..” You trail off and he slowly looks over at you.

“You like me?” He sounds almost shocked. You nod, “You’re kidding, right?” You joke, a smirk playing on your face. “Of course I like you, or I wouldn’t have flirted back.” You playfully smack his arm and he covers his face in embarrassment. “I feel stupid.” He states, and you laugh loudly.

“No, don’t feel stupid. Neither of us made the first move, so it’s easy to be confused.” You try to comfort him. He nods, “I’m glad we’ve got that sorted out then.” He states, and you move so you’re seated right next to him, curled up in his side. “I really like you…” You mumble, running your hand up his bare chest.

His breath hitches at your touch, and he glances down at you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Yeah?” He asks, barely above a whisper. You nod as he leans in, his lips connecting with yours gently; bringing his hand up to hold the side of your face.

You accidentally let out a soft moan against his lips, and he smirks against your lips. His hand moves from your cheek, slowly making its way to your hip. He pulls your leg over his lap, deepening the kiss as he does. He gently pushes you onto your back, never breaking the kiss. He slots himself between your legs, his hand caressing your outer thigh.

He slides his tongue across your bottom lip and you part your lips, allowing his tongue access. His tongue pushes deep into your mouth, exploring it expertly. You feel him starting to get hard through his joggers, and you whimper; involuntarily grinding up against him. He lets out a soft groan into your mouth, pushing his hips down against you.

He breaks the kiss as you tighten your legs around him, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he tries to hold back from tearing your clothes off. “Is this okay? Are we moving too fast?” He asks, his voice soft with concern. You shake your head, “I want this. I want you.” You whisper, and he smiles.

“Do you want this?” You ask him, and he nods. “More than anything.” That’s all the confirmation you two needed. You reach down, placing your palm flat against his now-straining erection, earning a soft moan from him. You smile, using the other hand to gently bring him back to your lips. The kiss is soft and sweet as you slowly stroke him.

He involuntarily pushes his hips against your hand, and you decide you’ve teased him enough. You bring your fingers to his waistband, reaching in and wrapping your fingers around his shaft. He gasps at the contact, breaking the kiss; keeping his lips slightly against yours.

“No boxers, huh?” You smirk, a devilish look in your eyes. He chuckles, a blush rising to his face. You bring your other hand down, you remove the one from around his cock, and gently tug his waistband. “Off.” You demand and he nods, hurriedly pushing them off his body.

You make quick work of taking off your jumper and leggings, leaving you in a matching lace set. He looks at you in awe, kneeling between your legs. “As much as I love these, they’ve gotta go.” He grabs the fabric of your panties, yanking them down your legs as you toss off the bra.

He climbs back over you, his cock nudging between your wet folds. You gasp at the feeling, pushing down against him making him slide through them. “Shit.. you’re soaked already..” He looks down between you both, slowly rocking his hips so that his cock is rubbing up and down your slit.

He’s about to reach down to touch you when you grab his hand, shaking your head. “Later, need you in me now.” You say shakily, and he nods. He wraps your legs around his waist, holding the back of the couch with one hand. You reach down, sliding his tip to your entrance. He pushes in slowly, and you bite your lip; you feel a slight pain because of his size, but it slowly dissipates as he pushes in completely.

“Oh..” You breathe out, hands gripping his shoulders. “You feel so good, baby..” He praises, thrusting in again a bit harder. You bring your hands to his back, pulling him down against you as he thrusts slow and deep, his head resting in the crook of your neck. You moan against the skin of his shoulder as you take every inch of him, feeling his muscles tense and ripple with each movement.

“Harder…” you pant out, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine. He grips your thigh harder, pulling out almost completely before driving himself back in, your body jolting at the force. “Oh my god, yes…” You gasp out, your nails digging into the soft skin of his back. He groans at the feeling, continuing his deep, relentless thrusts until you’re a moaning, whimpering mess beneath him.

You feel the knot in your stomach building, and he lifts your leg a bit higher, hitting deeper than he was before. You feel him nudge your g-spot and you nearly scream at the feeling; “Oh my god! Right there, yes! Don’t stop!” You cry out.

“Shit, you’re so tight around me. Fuck! Squeezing me so good.” He groans out, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. He reaches between you with his free hand, rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your jaw drops, a whiny whimper leaving you.

“Joe... Joe I’m gonna-“ He snaps his hips harder, and you come undone completely. Body shaking as waves of pleasure flow through you, muscles tensing and making your pussy put a vice grip on his cock. He groans out loudly, his thrusts faltering as you bring him to his climax.

As you moan loudly in his ear, he comes undone; feeling you squeezing every last drop of him into you. He thrusts slowly through both of your highs, heavy pants falling from both of your mouths. He falls limply against you, breathing heavily into your neck as you softly run your fingers through his curls.

“Oh my god… that was..” He trails off, voice raspy. “Incredible..” You finish for him, head fuzzy from the mind-blowing orgasm you just had. He chuckles breathlessly, “Incredible.”

He manages to pull himself off, easing out of you. He slides his pants on, placing a quick kiss on your cheek and telling you to hold on a second. He quickly makes his way to the bedroom, coming back with a damp rag and one of his t-shirts.

He sits down on the couch, placing one of your legs on the back of the couch and the other one dangling limply off the side. He softly pressed the damp rag to your sensitive skin, cleaning the mess you both had made. You wince slightly and he pulls the rag back, placing a kiss on the inner part of your thigh.

“So beautiful..” He coos as he finishes cleaning you up. He reaches down, grabbing your panties and sliding them up your legs, grabbing your hands and dragging you to sit up he slides his t-shirt over your body, obviously too big for you, but you love that.

He pulls you into his side, kissing your lips gently, before placing kisses all over your face. “Joe, stop!” You giggle out, grabbing his face in your hands. He looks at you with big, loving eyes and you lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I’m gonna take you on a proper date tomorrow, okay?” He whispers, and you smile. “I’d love that.” He nuzzles his face in your neck.

You hear your phone ring from your purse on the table, grabbing it you see Jamie’s contact flashing on the phone. You sigh, answering it. “Hi, Jamie.” You breathe out, composing yourself. “Hey, you ever talk to Joe? He’s not answering my texts.” You nod over to Joseph’s phone, and he grabs it; making a ‘yikes’ face at the amount of missed messages.

“I did, actually. Everything’s fine now.” Then Joseph leans in and starts kissing your neck. You quietly try to push him off, and he giggles. “Is he there?” Jamie asks, probably hearing Joe’s laugh. You sigh, sending a glare to Joe. “Uh, yep he’s here.” You say, gently slapping his arm. He fakes pain, before laughing. “Hi, Jamie! Sorry, I missed your texts, I’ve been uh.. busy.” He couldn’t have made it more obvious; you switch the phone to speaker.

“Busy, huh?” It goes silent for a second, “Oh my god! You guys fucked!” He yells into the phone and your face goes red. “What? No, we didn’t!” You try to defend yourself. “Yeah, we did!” Joseph yells proudly. You push him, and he laughs. “Joseph!” You scold him. You hear Jamie’s loud laughter from the phone, “Oh c’mon, (Y/N). It’s obvious.” You hang up before he can say more.

Joseph shrugs, smiling smugly as you look at him. You pout, crossing your arms. He chuckles, pulling you against him again. “Don’t be mad, baby. If anyone's gonna figure it out, it’s Jamie.” He’s right, that man has an eye for it; he’s the first one to notice yours and Joseph’s flirting.

“God, I love your big, brown eyes.” You stare at him, lovingly. He grins widely, “And I love your smile.” He coos, brushing your hair from your face.

It goes silent for a moment before he looks back at you, “(Y/N)?” You look up at him, “Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow. “I love you.” He states. You smile, pushing your head into his neck. “I love you.” You reply, placing a gentle kiss on his skin.

“I love you.”

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[cryptidcasanova]

Those Summer Nights

Eddie Munson x Reader

2.7k Words

Summary: Maybe Eddie’s not quite ready to high-tail it out of Hawkins after all. A night at the carnival could change his mind.

I just want Eddie to be happy. He deserves it.

The carnival lights were blinding, flashing red and yellow across the row of games and rides. The summer heat lingered in the air even as the sun was setting. But it was comfortable, the humidity hanging onto the attendees like a long-lost friend.

It was the official start of Summer in Hawkins, Indiana.

Jocks wore their letterman jackets to show off their new pins, and off in the distance, cheerleaders were piling out of one of their mom’s Volvos. They were primped and beaming with excitement. It was one last attempt to start a fling to last the summer.

Children were screaming and laughing, running around the open fields and the hay maze with their parents were running after them, losing their snow cones in the chase. The air smelled like popcorn and sugar.

And for the first Friday night all year, Hellfire Club wasn’t sitting in a back room at Hawkins High.

Mike, Dustin, and Lucas looked wide-eyed, hustling ahead of the group as they jumped out of the van. They looked ahead in wonder. Tonight was one last attempt to hang on to their childhood innocence.

The older boys of Hellfire followed in the rear, piling out of the van with lazy grins. They were all sporting their Hellfire shirts. Well, all except for one.

Eddie Munson climbed out of the driver’s seat with fresh eyes.

As he jumped down and slammed the door, he pulled a hand of ringed fingers through his hair. Eddie was wearing a black tee cropped with some scissors, stopping just above his belly button. There was a sliver of skin peeking out, teasing all the women of Hawkins to what they were missing.

He sported dark pants tucked into his second-hand combat boots, and tied around his waist was an old jean jacket his uncle had outgrown. He looked like a new man with his arms on display. Eddie showed off fresh ink, a silhouette of the grim reaper on his bicep.

He cheated death, and his name was cleared for the murder of Chrissy Cunningham.

He graduated high school.

And after tonight, he was leaving Indiana in his rearview.

When he turned towards the carnival lights, his eyes were practically glowing.

Freedom at last.

About an hour later, Eddie was leaning against a picnic table, listening to Henderson go on about how the Zipper was far scarier than the Tilt-a-Whirl, but his eyes kept wandering.

He watched on in the distance how families were playing ring toss, getting ripped off by the sleazy man behind the counter. The rings weren’t big enough, and the bottles were too far apart.

People bet on electric racehorses in the next stall and watched as the unpredictable underdog won the race. In the distance, Eddie could hear someone fall into the dunk tank. The lazy grin never left his face. He had never appreciated it like this before.

And out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a glint of metal shining off a neon sign. His eyes focused. Turned away from him, a woman was animatedly talking to someone with her hands, her fingers covered in rings. With the wave of her hand, her rings shone against the lights. Eddie absentmindedly rubbed his own fingers at the similarity.

She wore jeans and a leather jacket, even in the humidity.

He watched her talk to her friends, trying to recognize the voice turned away from him, but he couldn’t place it. The soft lilt sounded like a tune he could play on his guitar, something slow and tender. It was wicked. And then she laughed. It was gentle, something genuine, and Eddie could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Uh, Earth to Eddie,” Henderson droned, not understanding Eddie’s distraction. The teenager looked up at him with impatience. “I thought we were gonna head over to the basketball hoops to watch Lucas win it big.”

But Eddie’s dark eyes barely hovered to Henderson’s before looking back to where the woman stood. But he couldn’t find her in the crowd. She was gone.

His eyes weren’t playing a trick on him, but even then, he squinted, hoping it was a mistake. She couldn’t have gone far. But Gareth was tugging Eddie’s sleeve, urging him up as the boys took the lead.

Hellfire Club wove through the crowds like the rabble-rousers they were made to be. They jumped around and caused a commotion, but it was all good fun. Maybe it was to scare the Baptist minister’s wife, but mostly it was in good fun.

They were the corruptible D&D gremlins of Hawkins.

They passed by the families that believed in Eddie’s innocence and even the ones that didn’t trust him. Everyone was at the carnival. It wasn’t unusual to see so many people, but tonight Eddie couldn’t find it in himself to worry about what the town thought of him. He had been through too much to care. He just wanted to spend his night with his friends, looking at some babes, and smoking the night away.

Lucas led the boys to the row of basketball hoops, and the pillars of the booth were brimming with stuffed animals. There were stuffed teddy bears, stuffed aliens, and even the odd horse or unicorn.

And Lucas was planning to win the biggest, ugliest bear he could find. For Erica, of course. Only the best for Lady Applejack. The freshman superstar was sure he could win it.

Eddie, Gareth, and the others watched with varying interest as the timer ticked down and Lucas shot the basketball at the moving basket. The kid was skilled, or maybe lucky, but he was on the right track to winning a prize.

The vendor looked bored, even as Dustin and Mike were screaming their encouragement. If Eddie wasn’t grinning from their antics, he might have been embarrassed. He shook his head. Nah, he’d never be embarrassed by them.

Across from the basketball stalls was the line for the carousel, and for a split moment, Eddie thought he spotted the same glint of metal against the light. But it was gone before he could focus.

A moment later, the buzzer went off at Lucas’s stall, pulling Eddie’s attention back to the game. He won. That crazy kid shot enough baskets to win a prize. Mike and Dustin were jumping and cheering, and even Eddie swallowed a grin before taking a step closer to the boys.

“It seems we have a victor,” Eddie continued with a severe expression, but he wasn’t using his voice.

It was a voice they had heard a dozen times in their campaign. It was the voice of the King of Dusseldorf. Eddie tucked a piece of his hair above his lips, creating an imposing mustache.

“It seems we have a brave warrior in our midst. I think you’ve earned the title of knight, my good man. Kneel before your king,” Eddie rumbled, stealing the attention of people passing by.

But Hellfire Club was in awe, and Lucas kneeled before Eddie with his stuffed bear before looking down at the ground. Using his free arm, Eddie extended his hand like a sword.

“I dub thee Knight Sinclair, the sharpest shot this side of the Mississippi.”

Eddie moved his hand to touch either side of Lucas’s shoulders with elaborate movements before the freshly knighted noble stood. Hellfire Club erupted in cheers, and it was only when Eddie heard his name called out that he turned around.

Members of the varsity Basketball team were glaring daggers between Eddie and Lucas. How Eddie had stolen Lucas away to his degenerate club. Some things were never going to change in such a small town.

“Munson,” One of the boys, Kyle, called out. “Why don’t you give it a shot? You can talk all that nonsense, but I bet you can’t make one damn basket.”

Kyle’s tone was light, but it was far from playful. He was taunting Eddie, drawing the people's attention in the surrounding area.

Eddie didn’t have anything to prove to the dimwit from his algebra class. But he couldn’t be made a fool in front of the people in his kingdom. He was a king, after all. And a king didn’t cower in front of some mouth-breathing bully.

Eddie tutted, taking half a step closer to the basketball player.

“You talk big, pal. What are you trying to compensate for?” Eddie finished with a wink. Hellfire Club snickered behind their fearless leader.

Kyle didn’t like that.

The jock stepped forward, and from where Eddie was standing, he noticed Kyle was blocking his view.

The girl with the rings stepped off the carousel and looked at him, watching the scene unfold. She lifted her hand to sit under her chin, her eyes striking Eddie down where he stood.

He couldn’t breathe. He was sure he was paralyzed.

He had never seen her before. He had never seen an angel before either and was convinced they were one and the same.

Her expression was curious, almost asking a question.

What was Eddie going to do?

“You’re chicken-shit, Munson,” Kyle interjected, pulling Eddie’s attention away from the dark angel of his dreams. His eyes glazed over to the man in front of him. “Once a freak, always a freak.”

“Come on, Eddie, you don’t have to do this.” Gareth urged.

“He’s not worth it,” Dustin added.

But Eddie wasn’t listening. His eyes returned to the woman, half convinced she was a dream. But she wasn’t a dream.

She was still there, watching him like he could be the white night she needed to save her from the evil forces of Varsity Sports. Eddie was going to be her white knight.

“I’ll do it.”

Eddie’s words were firm. A round of scoffs and jeers sounded off from Hellfire Club, but Eddie silenced them with a piercing expression.

Kyle stepped up and across from Eddie, both men taking their places on either side of the divider. 

A small crowd had formed around them, and when Eddie turned, he noticed the girl was closer now. She watched him with mild curiosity, and he couldn’t help but look back.

He charted a path from her eyes down to the curve of her lip and was breathless. He saw the clever quip in her eyebrow from the front of the crowd and how she bit down on her lip. 

Eddie remembered her laugh from earlier.

He was sure he had found a real, life siren. And he was ready to sink down, to drown just to hear the noise again. But she smiled when his eye caught hers again. She gave him a nod, something gentle, to urge him on. He could do this. He turned back to the game, biting the inside of his cheek.

Kyle had already started his timer in the next stall, shooting baskets but not making nearly as many as Sinclair. And Eddie let a scary thought reach him.

He had never played basketball before. And he didn’t really plan on spending money at the carnival. He didn’t have the extra money to spend.

Still, Eddie reached into both of his pockets, finding a single quarter in his back pocket before thanking the heavens.

Eddie took a breath as he slid the coin over to the attendant.

Shit. What was he thinking?

But instead of making serious shots, Eddie decided to make a game of the game.

He threw the basketball with half-assed attempts to make the basket. He was throwing trick shots between his legs, spinning in circles before shooting, and even throwing the ball like a bowling ball down the lane.

Hellfire Club was hollering. They were cheering him on the same way they cheered Lucas on. The crowd of people was cheering for his foolish shots. They laughed and jumped out of the way when one of the balls ricocheted back. The positive reaction made Kyle stop shooting. He looked back to Eddie’s booth and how he was getting the crowd all riled up.

That wasn’t what he wanted. He thought Eddie was making fun of him.

“Quit fooling around, freak.”

But Eddie didn’t pay him any attention. Instead, he spent every opportunity gauging the ring girl’s reaction. She was grinning from cheek to cheek, watching him ardently. Couldn’t she see the effect she had on him? Eddie felt like a goddamned peacock trying to keep her attention.

And then, as the last ten seconds appeared on the board, people started counting down. Eddie had yet to make a basket. He was going to go out with a bang.

He turned away from the basket, looking at the ring girl before giving her a wink. He covered his eyes with one hand, holding the basketball with the other, and threw the ball into the air with a grin peeking out beneath his fingers.

And the ball went high, way up and into the air, and as people kept counting, Eddie couldn’t find the courage to move his hand out of his face. Maybe his mild fear of losing was getting the better of him, or perhaps he was struggling to look the woman of his dream in the eyes.

And for those ten long seconds, he swore they lasted forever.

Slowly, the ball came back down, and everyone waited in anticipation.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

He could have heard a pin drop. And he heard when the ball hit the backboard. In all its mighty trajectory, the basketball landed in the basket. The board above the game flashed from 00 points to 02, and the buzzer went off.

He made it.

Hellfire Club was going feral, and the crowd erupted in hefty applause. Eddie did it. It was only then that he let his hand fall from his face, and if he felt like he was glowing before, he was beaming now.

His eyes shifted from his friends to the crowd to ring girl. A toothy grin lit up on her face. She was absolutely stunning.

Kyle huffed and disappeared into the crowd with a frown, and the rest of the jock goons followed. Neither Eddie nor the rest of Hellfire Club noticed, but the D&D group finally saw how their leader looked into the crowd.

The smitten grin on his face and the way his cheeks were burning could only mean one thing.

Lady luck found him at last.

The booth vendor finally looked a little more lively after the wild turn of events reached out, handing Munson his own prize.

It was a smaller teddy bear, something of a consolation prize, and as Eddie took it in his hands, his eyes lit up.

He knew what he had to do.

With three brave steps, he moved towards the girl, his eyes locked on hers the whole time. And then, when he finally got close enough, he handed the bear to her.

Her eyes lit up.

She took the bear from him, their ringed fingers clacking together for a moment, and a quick, timid grin morphed on her face.

She was warm. She was tender. And she looked down to the bear, shifting it in her hands, and looked back up at Eddie with awe.

He couldn't remember the last time someone looked at him that way. He didn't know if anyone ever had. 

“For the fair maiden,” Eddie said with a grin.

He hoped she couldn’t hear his heart hammering in his chest.

She took half a step closer. Bringing the teddy bear with her, she turned its face outward, reaching up and touching its nose to Eddie’s cheek.

A kiss on the cheek for her champion.

She reached into her purse and pulled out a small notepad and a pen, but Eddie's attention was locked on the warmth of her eyes. His eyes flickered down to her lips, and before he knew it, she was taking his hand in hers. 

"You’re brave for standing up to him. I guess that makes you a hero. My hero,” She teased. “Here, for the hero of Hawkins." She smiled, closing his hand around the note left in his palm. She winked before stepping back and disappearing into the crowd.

And when Eddie finally dared to look down, he saw her scribbled phone number next to her name. The stars were in his eyes. 

When Eddie looked back to Hellfire Club, they were wide-eyed and cheering him on.

He had to go after her.

They urged him to go, and with one last look back, Eddie couldn't help but think he'd be spending a little more time in Hawkins.

[highspeedclownery]

Harringrove Week - Day One (belated)

Prompt: Only one bed (with a twist)

-

Well. This is just peachy.

Steve looks on mournfully at the space where his tent was once stood - now just a patch of flattened grass, while the tent itself billowed in tatters on a nearby tree.

Behind him, Tommy and Carol could barely contain their laughter while Billy looked on with an expression caught between amusement and fondness. From his fingers dangle a small pouch containing the pegs that would have kept Steve's tent grounded.

"Guess you're bunking with me tonight." Billy says. Honestly, he doesn't know why they just didn't share to begin with.

"My sleeping bag's ruined." Is Steve's defeated response. None of them had really expected a sudden downpour brought in by a weather front of gusts but besides Steve, they had been somewhat prepared.

Can't believe I forgot to peg it down, could have sworn I had...

Billy shrugs. "I'll open mine out and we'll share. I ain't walking back all that way just to go home. Unless you wanna sandwich yourself between those two?" He gestures to Tommy and Carol.

Share a sleeping bag? Steve feels heat creep up his neck at the thought. Tents are cramped at the best of times but what choice does he have?

After reluctantly accepting his fate, the group get a fire going for the evening and spend the rest of the night passing around joints and beer, sharing stories of past drunken shenanigans and embarrassing crushes. Tommy and Carol are the first to dip into their tent, giggling at the catcalls that trail behind them.

Now it's just Steve and Billy. In the haze of smoke and alcohol Steve had forgotten about the sleeping arrangements but as the campfire whittles down to embers, he begins to fidget and stare off into the darkness beyond.

It shouldn't be a big deal. Two friends (yes he can call Billy a friend now) sharing a tent with only one sleeping bag - this shit happens all the time right? Except Steve has recently been learning that perhaps he may have a little - or more like huge gargantuan crush on the boy who was once his enemy. So yeah, it is actually a big deal.

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Billy rising to his feet and Steve looks up in time to see his shirt ride up as he stretches his arms above his head and yawns. There is no way he is going to sleep tonight.

"Dunno about you but I'm turning in." Billy says, scratching at his stomach, seemingly unaware of Steve's gaze. "Night amigo."

"Oh," Steve swallows. "Me too."

Following Billy into the tent, Steve fumbles around in the dark for a bit, the only light coming from the torch that Billy now has in his mouth as he fiddles with the overhead lantern. Steve uses the opportunity to pull his shoes off, deciding it best to sleep in the shorts and shirt he is already wearing. Billy however, not only peels off his shirt but strips to his boxers and the warm glow of the lantern does wonders for his physique. Steve cannot pry his eyes away as Billy begins to unzip the sleeping bag so that it can be used like a blanket - every movement plays with the light and shadow, drawing Steve's gaze to every rippling muscle.

God have mercy.

"Right, done." Billy flashes a smirk, reaching up to dim the light before crawling under the cover. Steve follows suit and quickly realises that there is no escaping it - their bodies will be touching. He's almost too scared to breathe. What if Billy motives his increasing heart rate?

"Relax pretty boy."

Billy's rolled onto his side to look at Steve who is rigid and wide-eyed. "I won't bite."

Oh but please do.

Fuck.

Steve isn't sure exactly what gives him away but Billy seems to consider him a moment, eyes searching his own.

"I have a confession to make." Billy says. "I stole your tent pegs."

Steve blinks. Takes a moment to process Billy's revelation. Is suddenly pretty pissed off. "You sabotaged my tent? You asshole! What the fuck?"

Infuriatingly, Billy just laughs and Steve's about to get up and leave until a hand circles his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "How else would I get you in my bed - well, sleeping bag."

Before Steve can react, Billy's moving, cool air hits Steve's skin momentarily and is replaced by the heat of Billy's body as he lowers himself down on top of him. Warm lips crush against his own, pressing and opening, swallowing any questions Steve has. He melts into the kiss, toes curling when Billy licks into his mouth, sucks on his tongue. It's better than any of Steve's fantasies could conjure. He can practically feel Billy burning through the fabric of his shirt, knee nudging between his thighs and god he's so hard. There's no way Billy wouldn't feel it.

Billy kisses him like a man starved of water, taking and taking every breath, whimper and sigh. His lips move across to his pulse point, wet and hungry, leaving Steve slack jawed and rasping for breath. He can't help but roll his hips upwards, not when Billy's mouth is relentless in it's assault on his neck. His body is on fire with want and it's all Steve can do not to moan when Tommy and Carol are yards away in their own tent.

Eventually, Billy pulls away and Steve marvels at how completely and utterly fucked he looks. Heavy lidded, smouldering eyes and swollen lips. Gorgeous.

"Wanted to do that for a while." Billy quietly confesses, tracing his finger over Steve's equally bruised lips. "Wanted you."

Steve shudders at the weight of the others words, breath leaving him in a burst of relief. "Took your time." He manages to croak, leaning up on his elbows to meet Billy's eyes.

Billy laughs. "Had to make sure I had at least a sliver of a chance you wouldn't freak out and reject me. Besides, now I can have fun making up for lost time... y'know? With interest."

"Promise?" Steve moves in, mumbling into Billy's lips.

"Abso-fuckin-lutely." Billy pulls away with a smirk. "But now, we sleep. The things I wanna do to you... the whole lake would hear."

Jesus Christ.

"Fine but I'm adding that your fees. For insurance purposes."

They share one last lingering kiss and then snuggle down back under the sleeping bag, Steve sighing happily as his eyes grow heavier and heavier, eventually drifting off to the sound of Billy's breathing.

-fin

[queenshelby]

The Secretary

31 Days of Kink: Day 12

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Smut, Dom/Sub

Words: 1567

Imagine working for Thomas Shelby and…well guess!

***

‘Come in and sit down’ Tommy instructed as he indicated towards one of the armchairs in front of his large oak desk.

You complied with his request but couldn’t help but worry. Your performance has been rather bad over the past two weeks as you and your boyfriend were fighting once again.

‘Have I done something wrong Mr Shelby?’ you asked.

Tommy settled himself in the chair opposite you, long limbs clad in his dark suit. He loosened his grey tie and took it off, placing it on the desk next to him, as he spoke to you.

‘Today? No’ he chuckled. ‘But I am wondering what a young woman like you is doing in the office on the weekend’ he added.

‘Just…I don’t know’ you said. The truth was that you didn’t want to be at home with your boyfriend.

‘Don’t you have a man?’ Tommy asked.

‘I do’ you responded with a faint pink sheen painting your cheeks.

‘You do?’ Tommy smirked. ‘Is he not treating you well that you have to hang out here?’ he then went on to ask.

‘No’ you barely managed to say as a true blush suffused your skin and you looked away from Tommy.

‘Why are you with him then, eh?’ Tommy asked as he looked at you searchingly but you didn’t respond to is question.

‘Either he is rich or the sex must be pretty good if you stick around for a man who treats you badly’ he chuckled.

You shook your head shyly in response to Tommy’s comment and Tommy’s eyes widened.

‘So, he isn’t rich and the sex isn’t good…I see’ Tommy chuckled just as he stood up and took off his black suit jacket. He then rolled up his sleeves, revealing the light hair on his forearms on his pale but beautiful skin all the while he could feel you watching him.

Tommy knew that he should really should leave you alone. But your whole manner was as if you were waving a red flag and he was the bull. He could not resist any longer.

He leaned over you, hands resting on either side of your armchair. Your breath sped up and your pupils were dilated.

‘Maybe the right man hasn't come along yet, eh’ Tommy smirked as he lowered his face to yours.

Just as you were about to say something, Tommy tilted your head up and claimed your lips. But, it wasn't a romantic kiss. It was a sexually dominant one. He licked and suckled and lightly bit your lips, before invading you with his tongue. Your muffled protests instantly became aroused moans and Tommy could feel you surrender to him.

He withdrew from you, maintaining his grip. You were flushed, your lips swollen, eyes closed your breathing fast.

‘Stand up Love’ Tommy said. His tone was commanding and you didn’t dare to argue and complied with his request.

‘Good girl’ Tommy said before he resumed kissing you, then trailed kisses down your jaw and then your neck, which where he bit you ever so gently. You moaned and melted into him. He had you by the neck and your body understood, even if your mind didn't.

Eventually Tommy lifted you up and turned, placing you on to the desk. He then nudged your legs apart and resumed kissing you, bringing your body flush with his, pressing your breasts against his hard chest and pressing his hard cock against your mound through your clothing.

You were moaning and trembling and he pulled back a little and you let out a little automatic protesting mewl. He slid his hand under your skirt to feel you through your panties.

‘You're soaked already, Love’ Tommy grinned and your eyes snapped open, looking at him dazed, a little pained "Oh!' torn from your lips.

He withdrew his hand, then encircled your waist and glided both hands down your hips. ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ Tommy grinned.

You moaned and tried to squeeze your legs back together, remembering your boyfriend at home. But, Tommy kept them open, his hands gripping your thighs.

‘Answer me Love’ Tommy asked as his grip tightened. He already knew the answer but he needed to hear it from you.

‘I have someone…’ you said. Your tone was breathless, lacking conviction.

‘I don't think you get this wet for your man now do you, eh?’ Tommy grinned.

‘No Mr Shelby’ you said. You closed your eyes, a shamed blush painting your cheeks.

‘So, I ask again. Do you want me to fuck you?’ Tommy asked, his fingers tracing over your mound.

‘Yes’ you nodded shyly in between moans.

‘Well then’ Tommy responded before pushing you down on to the desk and pinning your arms above your head. He glared down at you. ‘Are you going to behave and be good for me, Y/N?’ he then went on to ask.

‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you moaned as Tommy brought your wrists together and secured them with one large hand, then used the other to pull down your grey skirt and white panties.

Without warning, Tommy inserted a finger into your wet entrance.

‘So fucking wet’ Tommy groaned as his finger slipped into you with ease.

You moaned loudly in response and Tommy soon added another finger before finding your G-spot. While his fingers thrusted in and out of you, he circled his thumb around your entrance to take some of your wetness and used it to play with your clit. He watched you carefully, learning you, taking pleasure from you. You were arching into his fingers, wanting more and he took away his grip on your wrists and kneaded one of your breasts, pinching a nipple as he went.

‘Oh god’ you moaned as you responded to Tommy’s actions with pleasured gasps and began to tremble. You arched, muscles tightening, trembling, holding your breath, then you let out adorable undignified sounds as you came all over his hand.

‘That's it Love’ Tommy groaned as he withdrew his hand from you and tasted you on his fingers.

You opened your eyes dazedly, not seeming quite aware of where you were just as Tommy pushed his fingers at your mouth.

‘Taste yourself’ he said impatiently and you felt compelled to obey him. You licked his fingers and then, without further instruction, sucked him of all of your juices.

‘That looks delightful Y/N. I wonder how you'd do with my cock in your mouth…Let's find out, eh’ Tommy grinned as he came away from you on the desk and unzipped his trousers, untucking his shirt and freeing his cock.

You pushed herself up slowly before dropping to your knees in front of Tommy.

‘Open’ Tommy instructed as he guided his cock into your mouth. He was pretty big and you were unsure what to do exactly as this wasn’t something your boyfriend made you do.

You bobbed your head up and down Tommy’s hard shaft several times until Tommy took hold of the back of your head, wanting you to take him in further.

Just as Tommy guided himself into your throat, you couldn’t help but gag.

Tommy sighed, taking you by the ponytail with one strong hand to pull you away and letting go again.

‘There is enthusiasm, and you are obviously trainable. But let us work on that later’ he chuckled.

You withdrew, looking at him with a slightly hurt gaze and stood up in an ungainly way.

‘Now Love, let’s make you come again eh’ Tommy smirked as he grabbed your arms and turned you around before pushing you down on his desk.

He kept you down with his hands, gripping your hips, as he slowly lined his cock up with your entrance.

Slowly, he inserted his cock into you, inch by inch stretching your tight walls as he went. You were wet and open to him and there was no special resistance to his penetration. He lost himself in how hot and tight and wonderful you felt and the half-pained half-pleasure noises you were making for him.

Tommy began to thrust slowly then fucked you harder and harder, pausing occasionally to prolong the pleasure for both of you. You were trembling and moaning and then he sensed you tightening around his cock.

‘That’s it Love, come all over my cock’ he grunted as your legs began to shake.

‘Oh god fuck yes’ you moaned as your second orgasm washed over you.

After your high subsided, Tommy finally pulled out of you and made you drop onto your knees again.

You instinctively opened your mouth as you watched Tommy stroke his cock.

‘I expect you to swallow’ Tommy said sharply just before, with one loud groan, he filled your mouth with several spurts of his warm and sweet cum.

You complied with his request and, after you let him fill your mouth, you swallowed, not spilling a single drop.

‘Right, I've got some work to be getting on with’ Tommy said as soon as he came down from his high and zipped up his pants.

You quickly got dressed and turned to go, still dazed, and you were nearly at the door before he spoke again.

‘Y/N’ Tommy said and you turned back to look at him.

‘Break up with your man and come back into the office tomorrow. This time, don’t bother wearing panties, eh’ Tommy smirked.

‘Yes Mr Shelby’ you said disconcerted and wide eyed.

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[seijorhi]

Reminiscent

i’m (semi) back, y’all, and i come bearing a fic!! fhdjhfjdk it’s for oikawa i won’t apologise

Oikawa Tooru x female reader

TW non-con, drunk/drugged reader, forced infidelity, emotional manipulation, angst, past trauma, coercion, mild(ish?) smut, nsfw

“F-fuck, cutie! Just like – hah– just like that!”

You weren’t the clubbing type.

Not usually, at least – but exams were over and one of your friends was fresh off a bad breakup, one night letting loose wouldn’t hurt.

Walking is… difficult, your steps are sloppy – there’s an arm wrapped around your waist, your own slung over a stranger’s shoulders. Why are you outside? Where are your friends – they… they promised they wouldn’t leave you. 

“She good, dude?”

A soft, pretty laugh rumbles at your side, “Yeah, she’s gonna be just fine.”

And you remember the bar, the overpriced cocktails and the saccharine sweetness of strawberry liquor on your tongue. The dizzying lights and the bass that thumped so loudly you felt it reverberate in your chest. You knew the rules; they’d been drilled into you since you were sixteen years old.

Stick together, don’t accept drinks from strangers, and watch the one in your hand like a hawk - it doesn’t leave your sight.

A tongue between the valley of your breasts, long fingers curling up inside of you. 

“You like that, huh pretty girl? You gonna cum for me?”

They wouldn’t have just abandoned you, right? Maybe you told them to go. Maybe they thought you wanted it; to go home with the handsome stranger.

You never had the guts to ask them, never spoke about that night again. Not to anyone.

Pain. Something thrusting inside of you, splitting you open while he moans and pants atop you. It hurts so much and you want it to stop. 

Please stop. Please. Please. Please.

You’re begging, at least you think you are, but the words come out jumbled and wrong, and he just laughs, hiking up your thigh so he can fuck you deeper.

Why won’t he stop?

When you wake up, bruised and sore and all alone in your bed, it feels like a bad dream. You know it’s not – not with cum still seeping from between your thighs, the scent of the stranger’s cologne clinging to your sheets.

And you scrub your skin raw in the shower, but it isn’t enough to rid you of his touch.

—

It’s nothing like what they show on tv.

There’s no sympathetic detective to pat you on your shoulder while you break down, swearing that they’ll find the man who did this and you’ll get your justice.

You don’t go to the cops because you’ll know what they’ll say. You were drunk, drugged, and even if you could remember what he looked like (his eyes were brown, you think, and there’s a flash of a smirk in your head but the moment you try to focus on it it slips away like smoke) any evidence of rape washed down the drain the moment you stepped into the steaming shower.

At least… that’s what you tell yourself. It’s easier than admitting you’re terrified of judgemental eyes. 

Or worse; pitying ones.

So you pretend that nothing happened. You show up to your classes and throw yourself into studying, make the time to get coffee with your friends, you even pick up a part time job – it’s good to keep busy. 

The nightmares are just that; nightmares.

And things are fine, until they’re not.

—

“Baby, you’re here!!”

There’s barely time to drop your bags before she’s pulling you into a warm hug. “Hi mom,” you reply, squeezing her back.

When she draws back to take you in, one hand cupping your cheek, she frowns, “You look tired sweetheart. Have you been sleeping enough?”

“Yeah, just tired from exams and stuff.”

She looks unconvinced, but mercifully doesn’t push the issue. Of course, you don’t tell her that you missed your last two exams because you’d walked past some guy wearing that same cologne and just choked – that instead of finishing off your semester strong, you’d spent the day alternating between throwing up and crying in bed.

She doesn’t need to know that, because of that, you’ll probably fail both classes and have to retake them again next semester on top of an already full course load. It’s fine; you’ll figure it out.

For now, you work on matching her enthusiasm at having you home, grabbing your bags to bring them inside and into your old room.

“Oh, wait–”

Abruptly, you pause, gazing in confusion from the doorway of your bedroom. There’s a duffle bag lying open and empty atop your bed, a tangled jump rope, some weights, an empty bottle, a sweat towel – even what looks like a spare workout tee scattered haphazardly across the sheets.

“… I didn’t take you for a gym junkie, mom.”

She stops behind you, sighing. “It’s not mine it’s– Tooru said he was going to tidy it up, sorry sweetheart.” She sweeps past you to start tidying it up, but not before you catch sight of her wide eyed, deer in headlights expression.

And you can’t help the lone eyebrow that rises, falling back against the doorframe, arms folding across your chest. “Tooru, huh?” you grin, “And who might Tooru be?”

The flustered, almost guilty look she sends you makes you want to laugh – this is easy, comfortable, this you can do – but you restrain yourself. Just. “Tooru is… he’s– well, he’s the man I’m… seeing.”

She admits it like she’s confessing to a crime, eyes all wide and nervous; anticipating your reaction. And you suppose it’s not unwarranted. As far as you’re aware, she’s been alone ever since the day your dad walked out on you both – raising you was always the priority, or maybe the excuse. But you’re not fourteen anymore, you don’t need another father figure or every spare bit of her time and attention, and she doesn’t need your approval for this.

So you smile at her, “Is he nice?”

She lights up, her features – almost a mirror image of your own – softening as she beams, “He’s amazing, honey. I honestly don’t know how this whole thing really happened, or why he’s even interested in someone like me but… I lucked out with him.”

And so it goes, you prying little bits of information about the mysterious Tooru as the afternoon passes.

She tells you that they met a few months back, at the bakery she likes in town – and how she kept running into him; at the grocery store, and then at the park, and then on her way back from yoga that one night.

She tells you that he’s a terrible flirt, all smooth and charming with warm, pretty brown eyes, but he’s a good man beneath it all and she’s never met anyone like him. 

It strikes you, as you watch your mom animatedly talk about him, that you’ve never seen her look like this before. 

Happy. 

She can’t stop smiling, and when you look at her, really look, she’s almost a different person – younger somehow, a bit more care-free. It suits her, and you wonder with a slight pang in your heart how you never noticed how lonely she was before.

And she’s adamant that they’re taking things slowly, that he still has an apartment of his own in town – which to be honest, you really aren’t gonna judge her on either way – but it is kind of funny simply because whether your mom realises it or not, it’s clearly a lie.

The subtle reclaiming of your bedroom aside, there’s traces of Tooru scattered all around the house; the extra toothbrush and aftershave you’d spotted in the bathroom, the men’s  shoes and the jacket by the door, red wine in the cupboard when your mom’s only ever indulged in white.

You haven’t been into her bedroom, but at this point you’d hazard a guess that there’s at least one drawer full of Tooru’s clothes, probably half her closet cleared out for him as well.

“He’s coming for dinner, but I just wanted today to be just us,” she says, reaching across the couch to squeeze your hand. And you’re grateful for it, because you’re happy for her – you are – but you’re not so sure how you would’ve handled meeting the stranger holding your mother’s heart first thing. At least, not after the last few days.

Not when you still feel all… brittle. 

—

Tooru arrives a little after seven, and to say that he’s not entirely what you were expecting is kind of an understatement. 

She’d gushed about how tall and handsome he is – though personally, you think pretty’s the more accurate word, what with his soft, delicate features, perfect cupid’s bow lips and all. What she’d neglected to tell you was that the man in question, stepping through the front door with a faint smile on his face, has to be at least ten years younger than her, mid-thirties at most.

Suddenly, your mom’s initial reluctance to bring him up starts to make sense.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he murmurs, stopping by your mom to drop a fleeting kiss to her cheek before warm brown eyes turn to you. 

Your heart stutters.

“Sweetheart,” your mom begins, slipping an arm around his waist and relaxing into his side, “this is Tooru– Oikawa,” she corrects herself.

He smiles at you, friendly and charming, “It’s great to finally meet you, your mom’s told me so much – all good things, of course!”

You force yourself to smile in return, “Yeah, you too.” 

There’s nothing overtly wrong with Oikawa, age difference aside – your mom’s clearly head over heels in love with the guy and on a surface level he seems nice enough, but you find yourself glad for the fact that he doesn’t make a move to step closer, try to shake your hand or god forbid hug you or something like that.

He’s nothing but a gentleman as your mom steps back into the kitchen to finish off dinner, setting the table without being prompted, pouring a glass of wine for your mom and one for himself before he offers a glass to you. 

“Oh, no I’m alright, thanks.”

You don’t drink so much anymore. He shrugs, like it’s no big deal but your mom pouts at you from the kitchen. “C’mon, sweetie. We’re celebrating tonight! One drink won’t hurt.”

“We’re celebrating?” you ask.

She throws you a wink, gaze softening as she turns to glance at Oikawa, already diligently pouring you a glass, “Of course we are. It’s not every day my girl comes home, and it’s nice having you both here with me.”

Oikawa’s fingers brush against yours for a fleeting second as he passes you the glass, and you have to fight to keep yourself from ripping your hand away. It’s nothing, you just– you’re not good with strangers touching you, and as nice as he is and as much as your mom might be infatuated with him, he is still a stranger.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, a playful twinkle in his eye as he clinks his wine glass against yours. “So you’re at uni, right? What are you studying?”

Uni’s the last thing you want to be thinking about right now, but whether or not Oikawa genuinely cares, he’s obviously trying to make an effort to get to know you. For your mother’s sake, grinning innocuously in the kitchen as she adds the last little touches to dinner, you suck it up, plaster a smile across your face and ignore the twinge of discomfort in your gut.

You can handle one night of small talk.

—

You wake the following morning to the sound of voices carrying down the hall.  

Not your mother’s – both are too deep, and your mom left a few hours ago for work. Figuring that one of them at least is likely Oikawa, you pull on a thin, satin robe over your pajamas, tying the sash in a loose knot before you slip from the room.

Those suspicions are proven correct; you round the corner to find Oikawa sitting up at the kitchen counter, a warm cup of coffee in his hand. There’s another man, a touch shorter, but imposing with dark, spiky hair and olive green eyes standing on the other side, hands braced on the marble top, glaring at Oikawa.

They both look up at the sound of your hesitant approach, the stranger abruptly straightening up, while Oikawa merely grins.

“Ah, you’re up,” he observes cheerfully, taking a sip of his coffee.

Your eyes flicker between him and the stranger – clearly comfortable enough in your home and with Oikawa, despite the faint, lingering irritation still visible on his face – and as your cheeks warm, you find yourself wishing you’d put actual clothes on before coming out to investigate.

“I- I heard voices…” you trail off, awkwardly folding your arms over your chest. “Is mom–”

“At work,” he supplies. “Do you want some breakfast? Coffee, maybe?”

You risk another glance at the other man, watching you now with an unreadable expression, dark eyebrows furrowed. You swallow uncomfortably, shifting slightly as you shake your head. “No, I-I’m okay.”

And in an instant, a flash, something like recognition passes through those olive eyes. 

 Oikawa chuckles smoothly, finally tearing his eyes away from you to address his friend, “Iwa, stop being so rude. You’re scaring the poor thing.”

The stranger, Iwa, just scoffs. “You’re a real piece of shit, y’know?”

If he’s bothered by the scathing insult, Oikawa doesn’t show it, merely shrugging before turning his attention back to you with a smirk. “Ignore him, he’s just pissy this morning.”

You’d have to be a complete idiot not to sense the uncomfortable tension between the two of them – and now you. This is your home, but it feels like you’re intruding, like you’ve stumbled into a conversation you have no business hearing, but even if you wanted to leave your feet are rooted to the ground. 

“Besides,” Oikawa continues, “he was just leaving anyway, weren’t you, Iwa?” It’s almost a purr, the way he speaks, but even the silken words can’t entirely mask the razor sharpness that lies beneath. 

Goosebumps prickle along your arms.

Staring at you, Iwa opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but seemingly thinks better of it, snapping it shut with an audible click. He huffs, shaking his head. “Yeah, fine, whatever.”

He spares you another glance on his way out, standing frozen by the hall. For a split second he slows, his scowl softening just a fraction–

“Iwa.”

It sounds like a warning, but he only rolls his eyes and huffs again. You think he’s going to walk out without another word to either of you, but he pauses once more, lingering by the entryway.

“You look a lot like your mother, anyone ever tell you that?”

He’s out the door before you can even think to reply, letting it slam shut in his wake. And you flinch at the harsh sound, something uneasy settling into the pit of your stomach–

“Hey,” Oikawa’s there by your side, his fingers entwining with yours. You hadn’t even heard him move. “Come sit, don’t worry about Iwa. He’ll get over it.”

His voice is soothing, you don’t pay attention to the words themselves, the implications there. You forget for a moment that you’re still in your pj’s, that you really don’t know him that well either, and mindlessly follow when he leads you to the couch and sits you down, taking the seat next to you.

And while your head’s still spinning, an uncomfortable feeling gnawing in the pit of your gut, Oikawa seems entirely unbothered by the turn of events, sighing contentedly as he stretches his long legs out, one arm sliding along the back of the couch behind you.

“Do your… friends usually just drop by like that?”

You don’t know where the words come from, or why that’s the first question on your mind, but when you glance over at him, Oikawa’s just watching you, an odd little half smirk playing on his lips. “Sometimes.”

His answer does little to soothe your unease. It’s really not a big deal, you know it’s not. Officially or not, this is his home too – you’re the one out of place. And if he wants to have people over when your mom’s not around, that’s fine, he can do whatever the hell he wants, but… 

You came home for peace. To hide away for a few days and pretend that everything’s just fine and you’re not one breakdown away from shattering entirely. You wanted your mom and the comfort of your old bedroom and safety and it’s fine – great, even – that she’s found somebody who makes her happy, but this– him and the weirdness with his friend and everything is just too much, and–

You don’t realise that your leg’s bouncing until Oikawa’s hand comes to rest on your bare thigh. It’s enough to make your stomach flip, an icy chill trickling down your spine as his thumb slowly strokes across the soft, plush skin. “Relax, cutie,” he coos, chuckling softly when you visibly flinch and squeeze your eyes shut.

“P-please don’t call me that,” you choke out, fighting against the wave of nausea rising up your throat. And it’s just like last time, his cologne, notes of vanilla and cedar and spice, swirling thick and heady around you. That phantom touch, the warmth of hands gripping too tight, unwanted kisses hot and eager against your skin. 

“No?” he asks, cruel amusement dripping from his tone. “Why not? I think it suits you, cutie.”

You want him to stop, to push him away, slap him – do anything really, but you’re frozen in place, shaking as the memories you’ve fought so hard to shove down come bubbling back to the surface. You can’t think straight, not with his hand sliding between your thighs, the warmth of his body pressing too closely against yours.

“Iwa was right, you know,” Oikawa murmurs, smoldering brown eyes drinking you in as you childishly shake your head, willing him away. His other hand catches your cheek, drawing your face back to him as tears well in your eyes, stubbornly clinging to your lashes. “She does look so much like you, the same eyes even.” 

He whispers it like a secret, nuzzling his nose against yours like a lover would as he sighs sweetly, “It’s the only reason I could stand it.”

And then he’s kissing you, the tenderness of his lips belied by iron fingers digging into your jaw when you whimper and try to wrench yourself free. 

It’s not like the nightmares that startle you awake in the middle of the night, gasping for air; hazy, broken recollections that fade the moment you try to reach for them. No, every touch, every moment of his assault passes in stark clarity.

The feel of Oikawa’s mouth as it trails greedily down your neck, his hand sliding under the cotton of your sleep shorts, even his pleased little hum when he realises you’re not wearing panties. “Such a good girl for me. Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

This time there’s no drugs in your system keeping you pliant and helpless, but that doesn’t make a difference. Not when his words echo in your head, playing again and again until every awful, sickening piece falls into place.

Long, nimble fingers stroke at your folds, and you can’t help the shivery gasp that leaves you when the tip of his middle finger sweeps over your clit. 

“Please– please don’t do this,” you sniffle.

Oikawa presses another fleeting kiss to your shoulder, “Shh, none of that. Let me help you, baby.”

“N-no, I don’t, I don’t– Stop!”

Knocking away the hands that try to push him back, he hooks his fingers over the hem of your shorts and slides them down your legs, your pitifully weak struggles only making things easier for him. It’s only when Oikawa reaches for his own zipper that panic truly strikes home.

You can’t just lie here and let this happen again. You won’t.

And like a switch flipped, you start to trash like a wild thing beneath him, the scream you’ve kept buried inside of you for months ripping itself free from your throat–

Only for the fingers that had been toying with your pussy to be shoved down your throat, cutting you off with a choked gurgle. As you gag, fruitlessly try to tug yourself free, Oikawa leans in nice and close – except this time there’s no gentleness to his expression, nothing but viciousness as he grins and bares his teeth. 

“You wanna yell, pretty girl? Want the neighbours to come running, let them see me fuck you?” He grinds his hips against you, his breath shivery as he pants at the friction of his half hard cock against your side. Nausea twists at your gut, acrid and bitter – you want to be sick, to cry and beg with him to stop but with his fingers still stuffed in your mouth, his thumb digging into the soft underside of your jaw all you can manage is an unintelligible whine. He hums, kissing away the single hot tear that spills down your cheek, “You think if you cry loudly enough, mommy’ll come home and save you?”

And it’s like time stands still as he laughs, cruel eyes glinting when he presses down on your tongue, warm saliva pooling around his digits. “Such a little whore, trying to seduce her poor, innocent boyfriend the very moment her back’s turned. Tell me, cutie,” he coos, “who do you think she’d believe?”

Your breath hitches, another sob catching in your throat – even if you wanted to answer, you can’t and he knows it. “She’s in love with me, you know. It’s almost a little pathetic how easy it was to manipulate her into bed – so lonely… desperate for love, for somebody – anybody – to pay attention to her, take care of her,” he sneers, distaste curling at his lips. “Wouldn’t it just break her fragile little heart to know she’s fallen for the man who raped her baby girl?”

Another garbled cry slips past his fingers and you can only watch in frozen horror as his other hand drifts back to his zipper. “You want to protect her, don’t you?”

His grip relents just enough for you to jerk a shaky nod.

“Pretty girl, so good for me.” Another kiss pressed to your cheek as the quiet hiss of his zipper fills the air around you. “It’ll be our little secret, hmm? She doesn’t need to know just yet, let her be happy a little while longer…”

Sliding down his briefs just far enough for his cock to spring free, he strokes it for a moment with slow, leisurely movements, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches your eyes widen. 

And when he pulls you forward, guides your mouth towards it, pre-cum beading at the tip, withdrawing his fingers so you can quickly gasp for air, you just… let him.

The fight’s gone, as quickly as it had come. 

You let his fingers curl through your hair, use it as an anchor when your lips part to force his cock between them. And he moans, low and shivery as your tongue slides along the underside of his shaft and you try not to gag around the sudden intrusion. 

You think that there’s no room left inside of you for shame, but as his other hand creeps back between your legs, teasing at your cunt, you burn with it, clinging to the pyre of your own humiliation and disgust.

And still, you kneel on the couch, letting him fuck your mouth, letting those long, pretty fingers curl up inside of you – moaning around his cock when they stroke that perfect little spot.

“I wanted to – shit – take this slow,” he tells you as his hips jerk upwards, shuddering in breathless delight when his cock hits the back of your throat and it convulses around him. “I wanted to make you want me.”

Wet, messy, gags sound with every unwitting thrust – you’ve no choice but to swallow him down, let him fuck your throat like you’re nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. There’s saliva coating your chin, dripping down the length of his dick, pooling around his balls. You can barely breathe, a task made even harder when Oikawa decides to add his thumb into the mix, teasing your clit while he fucks you apart on his fingers.

It feels so fucking good, and you’ve never hated yourself more.

Your throat burns, hot tears stinging in the corners of your eyes, and yet he’s intent on driving you to the brink of your sanity with every calculated flick of his wrist. Something tightens in your belly, a spring coiled too tight, ready to snap, and you can’t help it when your hips chase his fingers, the needy, shameful little whimpers that leave your lips (still wrapped around his thick, twitching cock) as you search for the pleasure to temper the discomfort.

“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you? I could barely sleep last night–” 

You choke back a moan, your pussy clenching around his digits, sucking them deeper as white spots pepper your vision and you shudder out a moan.

“So pretty when you cum for me,” he pants, but you don’t care – can’t, not when you’re riding his fingers, tongue lolling out as he gives you a moment’s reprieve to bask in the rippling afterglow of your orgasm before everything comes crashing back down around you. 

Oikawa lets you fall back against the cushions, breathless, trembling and dazed. You’re not stupid enough to believe that’s the end of it, not when his cock’s still hard, throbbing against his toned stomach when he gives it a slow, cursory pump.

“Lie back, cutie,” he whispers, keeping his eyes fixed on you as he pushes himself up off the couch to shed the rest of his clothes.

And as you shuffle obediently downwards, heart hammering in your chest, you find you can’t tear your eyes away from him either.

Tall and handsome, she’d said, but the words truly don’t do him justice. A body corded with lean, powerful muscle, golden, sun-kissed skin, a light smattering of dark hair trailing from his navel down past the well defined V of his hips… 

“See something you like?” he teases, smirking when you squeak and childishly jerk your face away, cheeks burning. “It’s okay to look, you know. I don’t mind the attention.”

It feels too soft, too intimate for what this is. 

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. He’s not supposed to be attractive, or to make you enjoy your own assault, and you– you’re supposed to fight it, fight him instead of just lying there and taking it… 

But when he climbs back onto the couch, easing your still trembling thighs apart to settle himself between them, his touch is nothing short of reverent, dark eyes wide and adoring as you squirm uneasily beneath him. 

With one hand braced on the cushion beside you, his cock resting just above your aching sex, he leans forward, easing your top up past your tits. “Perfect,” he murmurs.

And it’s enough to make a fresh bout of humiliated tears spring to your eyes. Your hands curl into useless fists at your side as he settles back onto his knees and takes his cock in hand, hissing in pleasure when he glides the flushed, leaking head along your slick folds.

“Fuck, cutie. I don’t think I’m gonna last,” he laughs, biting down on his bottom lip as he watches hot, fat tears slip down your cheeks. With an agonisingly slow pace, Oikawa lines himself up with your cunt and presses in – even with how wet you are, one orgasm already wrung from you, the stretch burns and you can’t stop the choked gasp that leaves you.

His eyes flutter shut, head thrown back back as inch by inch his cock sinks into your pussy until finally he bottoms out with a satisfied groan. “Perfect for me, so fucking good,” he pants, and you barely have time to drag in a breath before his hips are drawing back, another desperate, strangled mewl escaping you.

Bruising fingers dig into your waist, Oikawa cursing as your plush little cunt flutters maddeningly around him– before he eagerly slams his cock forward, stuffing you full once more.

And as you sob and whimper between every wet, obscene squelch of his dick fucking into your soaked pussy, that all too familiar, shameful heat begins to pool in your core.

“Gonna cum for me again, cutie?”