#head in hands‚ blushing‚ squealing‚ kicking my feet

[pocima]

4s4ki answered not one but TWO of my questions on her IG live. May all my mutuals be blessed with a parasocial friendship with their favorite obscure artist.

[elliesgaythoughts]

pretty in pink

MDNI

dom!ellie x sub!reader

A/N: this is one of my first times writing dom ellie so…don’t off me😭

Warnings: strap r! receiving, hair pulling, spit kink, restrained by Ellie’s hands, spanking, probably more but idk x

There you sat, cross legged in your nightdress as you painted your nails a pretty pink, humming along to the sounds of your favourite artist, you smile contentedly as you you dip the brush back into the bottle before admiring your pretty nails as you start to wait for them to dry.

Meanwhile Ellie is just coming through the front door a scowl on her face and a wet patch that’s been growing in her boxers for the past three hours. You may have sent her a few pictures of you with your silk dress pulled up just enough to show your bare pussy with a cute little smirk on your face, you just wanted to give your girl a little treat.

But Ellie didn’t see it that way, in her head you wanted to tease her with your perfect body, knowing she still had a few hours left of her shift. “She is so cruel” she thought to herself as she kicked off her shoes and quietly tip toed to her wardrobe, strapping her harness to her waist “teasing me?” She whispered to herself in shock.

You hear your bedroom door creak open as you finish your top coat, the girly smell of nail polish filling the room “is that you Ellie?” You say, starting to blow your nails dry.

You somehow smell the presence of her musky fragrance before you seen her “on the bed” she says sternly, your head whips around in confusion, your eyes growing wide as you see her girthy transparent cock hanging on her pelvis, she looked so pretty, still fully dressed, in her blue denim jeans, her zipper down, belt hanging open around her waist and a white tank pressing to her muscular body, least to say your pussy instantly started to throb.

Squeezing your thighs together you stutter “w-what?” in confusion, why was she that mad at you.

She walks over, her tough guy persona slightly melting away as she looks into your pretty eyes until then she remembers how your photo tortured her all day, her anger quickly building back up.

She gently grips your chin with her cold fingers, her green orbs peircing your soft eyes “get on the bed and keep that pretty dress on” she pats your face dismissively.

You really wanted to but your nails, they looked so pretty, you didn’t wanna mess them up “b-but” you flash her the blush of colour that adorned your hands “yeah they’re cute babe” she rolls her eyes impatiently “they’re still wet mama” you plead.

Ellie’s clit dances against the base of her harness, her breathing faltering at the pet name, she pulls herself together “I don’t give a fuck” her fingers land in the hair at the back of your head, pulling you to your feet, her lips land on yours, silencing your unanimous squeal of surprise and moan of pleasure, you can’t help but whine into her mouth as your palms land on her chest, fingers pointing straight, trying not to ruin the gel.

“Ellieuh” you moan into her mouth, her tongue swiping your lip, your cunt throbbing desperately, she pulls away softly as her palms land on either side of your face, her eyes so soft “tell me you want this” you feel your slick drooling onto your lips as you whisper out “I want this mama.”

And with that Ellie lifts you up, your legs wrapping around her waist, her palms on your ass, her dick pressing against your centre as you grind softly onto her while she walks you to the bed, laying you down on your pink bedding, her face just above yours as her chapped lips meet yours, massaging your mouth with hers.

“tongue out” she instructs before wrapping her lips around it and sucking as she bobs her head up and down, her drool running into your mouth as you moan out in a daze, your knees at the sides of her waist and her tip teasingly rubbing against your clit with each soft motion of her hips “ffuck” you whisper to yourself, slowly grinding onto her.

Ellie’s mouth lands onto your throat as she licks up the side of it, both your palms pressing to her shoulder blades, the teasing was fucking killing you as she forces two of her fingers into your mouth, smirking to herself as she pushes her fingertips in and out, hitting the back of your throat, causing your eyes to water as you choke on her.

You try to pull your head away but she doesn’t let your breath properly without giving one more harsh thrust to the back of your throat, causing a pathetic sound to leave you as she pulls out, your spit still connecting her fingers to your mouth, only breaking the connection as she simultaneously pushes her tip inside you as she licks up her fingers, savouring the taste of you and making your eyes water from the stretch “what’s wrong baby? You too tight?” she asks cockily as she tilts her head to the side, raising an eyebrow, her fingers still loosely hanging in her mouth.

You close your eyes, remembering yourself to breath as you inhale and exhale through your mouth shakily, loving the burn of the stretch “no mama, love it” you open your eyes softly, meeting her eyes “love you mama.”

“love you too hunny” your body jerks up as you push your face into her neck when she pushes another inch into you, causing your air to get caught in your throat, it hurt but it was the best fucking feeling ever, you were drunk on it, something in your mind snapped, desperate for more as she took her time with you “more d-daddy” you begged, bucking your hips up but she catches your actions, pressing you into the matteress and pulling out of you, making you whimper in fear of what she’s going to do next.

Her arm wraps around your lower back and grips your hip, pulling and flipping you over till your face was in the mattress. Giggling at your gasp as her fingertips dig into your hips and lifts your ass in the air, leaning her pelvis forward so her cock teases your entrance ever so slightly.

Before you can even get a syllable out she’s giving orders “hands behind your back” and so you weakly connect your wrists at the bottom of your spine “good girl” she coos, one of her hands binding them together until she decides that you’ve had enough. She pushes into you almost half way as a gutteral moan leaves your throat “fuck!” you’re squealing as she stops midway inside you.

“m-more pleaseee” you beg.

“aw baby I don’t think you deserve more, no not after that stunt you pulled today”

“I was being nice” you breath out, eyes close and cheek pressed to the pillow.

Her palm connects harshly with your cheek “you were being a fucking tease” you knew you were but it was fun, you missed her and you just needed her attention, you’re just a girl that missed her girlfriend.

Pain surges through your body again as her palm coonects with your flesh “say it, fucking say it.”

“Fuck fuck” you squeak your eyes and on the girl behind you “i was being a tease” you practically whisper, broken by her already “im sorry daddy please”

“aww it’s okay mama, i forgive you” your sigh in relief is stopped when your brain practically shuts of as she rams her full length inside you “ughh!” stretching you out and causing tears to prick at your eyes.

She’s completely ignoring you as she pounds into you mercilessly making you leak all around her, making your face rest in a wet pool of your saliva, making your belly feel fucking full as she lands harsh slaps to your ass every few pounds into your womb “not gonna be a fucking tease again huh?”

“n-no fuuuck no” the band in your belly is tightening ready to snap “never”

“good girl” she says softly in comparison with her thrusts “such a good girl” you’re squeezing onto her so tightly, your legs shaking as your pretty mouth forms an oh shape, eyes close in bliss and leaking, you’re so so fucking close as high pitched whines leave your mouth, to fucked out to talk as her bony pelvis meets your asscheeks continuously and harshly.

“fucking love you” she pants breathlessly, her eyes dart to where you both connect, taking in the sight of you squeezing around her “fucking love this pussy” her nails dig into the flesh of your hips, leaving the promise of bruises your in your delicate skin for the next few days, the pain making your head spin and your heart skip a beat.

“Don’t stop” you squeal and her fingertips connect with your fluttering clit as she glides smoothly across it “ellie, ellie, ellie” is all you can say, your entire body on fire, sweat dripping down your forehead.

That cute little face you pull is all too familiar to the auburn headed girl “you gonna cum?” she says and you can fucking hear her teasing smile “yesyes pleasee” you whine.

“lemme see them pretty eyes” and instantly you lift your heavy eyelids, willing to do anything for her at this point “pl-” you sob “pleasee.” She give a loving sqeeze to your wrists and a pout of sympathy “cum for me mama” and instantly you squeal her name, your felt as if your soul left your body as you coat her length in your pleasure, warm tears stream down your cheeks while she fucks you through it only slowing down when you fall limp against the bed, gasping for air.

“fuckk” you whisper to yourself “fuck” slowly coming to your senses.

“yeah?” Ellie asks, smiling to herself at how you react to her touch “yeahh” you sigh, giggling from the aftermath of her, a playful slap lands on your cheek “yeahhh” she mocks you, chuckling along with you as she pulls out of you slowly, admiring your slick that connects you to her “fuck” she sighs to herself now as she leans down and places a gentle kiss to your sensitive clit “elliee” you whine “sorry babe I…” she trails off, her tongue brushing your bud once, making you whine “couldn’t help myself” she smiles, stepping away from the bed and undoing her harness as you close your eyes and snuggling up under the covers.

You expect her to lay in besides you but your chest swells with love when you feel her tug at your wrist “these look so pretty baby” she coos at your sleepy self, unscrewing the pink bottle of nail liquor “lemme..” she paints over the smudged spot that was definitely her fault, her hand holding yours so gently as her brows furrow in concentration “there” she pecks the back of your hand and blows gently onto them as you watch her with heavy eyelids “can I paint your nails?” you speak softly “uhh hmm” she fakes contemplation while her eyes dart between the bottle and you “pleasee” you beg with doe eyes, she mutters something to herself before nodding her head “of course angel” and you squeal in excitement, rolling to her side of the bed and kissing all over her face, making her smile like a love struck fool as she watches you giggle to yourself as you cuddle her hand to your face “thank you mama” she fakes an eye roll, trying to keep her tough composure “yeah yeah” but the crinkle on her eyes from how hard she’s smiling as she watches you hum to yourself painting over her nails melts away her persona as she places a peck to your forehead, completely lost and in love with the woman you are, always and forever.

(then you paint her nails while both of you are bare booty naked bc that’s cute asf😍)

@williamellieslilho @yourelliewillms @bready101 @moonalumi @heygrimace @elliesmama @pascals-doll @infiniteinquiries

[yxngbxkkie]

baby fever (b.c)

this man needs to chill because i can only take so much 😭 ngl, this is probably the most i've written in a while, and i'm really glad to provide some cute fics for you guys 🩷 i hope you like it!

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

“Do you have everything?” Chan asks you while unloading the rental car.

You take a peek into the back seat of the car, making sure both of you had everything. “I don't see anything,” you reassure him.

Chan walks towards your mother's house, presents stacked in his hands. You gently rub his back as you walk up the steps. You knock a couple of times before opening the door, announcing your presence.

“My baby's home!” Your mother's voice reaches your ears, causing you to grin ear to ear.

You give her a quick hug before making sure Chan gets into the house okay. You shut the front door behind him and rest a hand on his forearm.

“Do you need help with anything?” You ask him, moving to grab a couple of the gifts.

“I got it, baby,” he reassures you with a head shake. He leans down to press a quick kiss on your lips before walking over towards the Christmas tree.

You giggle to yourself, gently biting your lip after he walks away. Your mother nudges your arm, snapping you from your thoughts. You lift your head to look at her, seeing a smirk on her lips.

“When's the wedding?” She jokes with you.

A groan leaves your lips as you start to feel embarrassed. “Not for a little while,” you tell her with a shy laugh. Your gaze finds Chan, silently watching him distribute the presents. “I don't even know if he wants to marry me.”

She lets out a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest. “Honey, that boy is infatuated with you. He'd be crazy not to marry you.”

“We'll see where life takes us,” you mention, the smile on your lips growing when you meet your boyfriend's eyes.

“I want to be the first one to know if he does propose,” your mother whispers into your ear as she walks by, joining everyone in the kitchen.

You playfully roll your eyes, keeping yourself from blushing. Chan gives the older woman a quick hug as she walks by before making his way back to you.

“What were you two chuckling about?” He asks, tapping his fingertip on the tip of your nose.

“Just girl stuff,” you vaguely lie, leaning on your toes to kiss his lips. Chan hums into the kiss, his hands grabbing a hold of yours.

He mumbles a quick, "I love you," against your lips, planting one more kiss before fully pulling away. “Why don't we go say hi to everyone,” Chan mentions, squeezing your hands in his.

You nod your head and lead him into your kitchen. You greet the rest of your family, giving them hugs and kisses. You make grabbing hands at the toddler in your big sister's arms.

“Hi, baby boy,” you squeal, holding the one and half year old baby. He smiles at you, bringing his tiny hand to your cheek. “You're getting so big!”

You rest the baby on your hip, lightly bouncing him in your arms. Ji-ho squeals and kicks his little legs into your side. You release a little cry and point at the little man.

“Watch your feet, mister! You're gonna hurt Auntie,” you chuckle, adjusting his legs so they're sitting comfortably.

“He loves to kick,” your sister mentions, walking over to her son. “I forgot to tell you.”

You playfully scoff as she pinches the boy's cheeks. “That would've been some crucial information, Joon,” you tell her with a smile.

Chan moves to stand behind you, and you can hear him coo at Ji-ho. You glance over your shoulder, watching him smile at your nephew. His dimples are present, and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Do you want to hold him?” You ask him, turning to face him.

Your boyfriend's gaze moves from you to your older sister. “Would that be okay?” He asks her politely.

“Of course!”

Chan takes the baby from you, lifting him higher for a quick second before resting him on his hip. “Hi, buddy,” he whispers in his baby voice, tickling his stomach.

Ji-ho squeals again, more giggles coming from the baby's lips. He rests his head on Chan's shoulder, his tiny hands gripping his shirt. Your heart feels like it's swelling even larger as you witness your boyfriend interacting with him.

You pull your phone out and snap a couple of photos. He'd make such a great dad… You think to yourself as Chan starts walking around the kitchen with Ji-ho.

Your mother pats your back gently, snapping you from your thoughts. She gives you a knowing smile before nodding her head towards Chan.

“Baby,” you call out to him, capturing his attention. You motion your head towards the hallway. Your sister takes Ji-ho from him as you excuse the two of you.

Chan slips his arms around your waist as you walk down the hallway. You rest your hands on top of his, and you feel like your heart's going to fly out of your chest.

“Everything okay?” He whispers into your ear while stepping into your childhood bedroom.

You nod your head and gently shut the door. His eyes dance between you and the bedroom door. You take a couple of steps towards the taller man, resting your hands on his cheeks.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” You ask in a whisper, gently stroking his cheek.

“Of course,” he whispers back to you, placing his hands on your hips. “What's this ab-”

You cut him off by leaning on your toes, kissing his lips. A moan leaves his lips while his grip on you tightens. One of your arms wraps around his neck as you deepen the kiss.

Chan pulls away from you abruptly, and you attempt to chase his lips, not having enough. “Baby, baby,” he mumbles, moving his hands to your arms. “What's gotten into you?”

You feel embarrassed at how needy you are, but seeing him with a baby has made you a little feral. He gently rubs your arms as you find yourself looking at the carpet.

“I might have baby fever,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear.

He giggles and bends down a little to look in your eyes. “Oh yeah?” He smiles at you, bringing one of his hands to your cheek.

You can feel your cheeks begin to blush, and you push him playfully. “You know what? I hate you,” you laugh, moving past him to lay on your bed.

Chan laughs with you and lays down beside you. “I love you too, baby,” he grins ear to ear before kissing your forehead. He peppers more kisses all over your face. “So, you want a baby?”

A groan leaves your lips after hearing his question. “Not right now, obviously,” you tell him, finding his hand before lacing your fingers together. “But, in the future, I'd like to have a family with you.”

His lips find yours and he kisses you passionately. Your free hand grips the sweater he's wearing, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

Chan pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. “I would love to have a family with you, baby.”

~

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: motherly hashira!reader x the hashira pt 2

characters: fem!reader x muichiro, sanemi, mitsuri, obanai

AN: this is a pt 2 for the request from @danielle-marie

READ THE FIRST PART HERE

MUICHIRO

I LOVE THIS BABY SM U DONT UNDERSTAND

he's the hashira that ur most comfortable around

he was a hashira before u

but u get promoted and its an instinct

child.

must protect.

at first he probably gets annoyed by you

he's not used to someone caring for him the way that u do

but then one day ur sent on a long mission

maybe a few weeks long

and he finds himself missing something

of course he has no idea what it is that he's missing something

he completely forgot about u

but when you get back to the butterfly estate and he sees u

it clicks

he remembers

he missed you

he missed your overprotective nature

he missed your soft caring voice

he missed the way that you brush and style his hair

he REALLY missed that ^

walks up to u, grabs ur hand and tugs u away

doesn't care if you were talking to someone

and doesn't say a word

brings you to his favorite cloud watching spot with a tight grip on your hand

makes you sit down

and lays his head in ur lap

stop im squealing and kicking my feet from the cuteness

SANEMI

my guyyyyyy

have i ever told yall that i love him?

only in every single thing i post

anyways

he HATES you at first

lmfao rip u

your shy and quiet nature reminds him of giyuu

and if theres one person sanemi can't stand

its giyuu

therefore he don't fw u

and doesn't pay u much attention

UNTILLLLL

he witnesses u pulling genya by the ear to the infirmary after a mission

and telling genya tf off for pulling som stupid shit during the mission

+100 respect right there

not only are u actually talking

but ur screaming??

at his brother??

and taking care of him at the same time?????

my guy is lucky if he doesn't pop a boner right there lmfaooo

starts paying more attention to u after that

and is noticeably a lot nicer and calmer around you

will blush beet red and deny tf out of it if the other hashira comment abt his change of heart

but def develops a soft spot for u

MITSURI

SWEETEST HUMAN BEING TO EVER EXIST EVER

she loves u

ofc she does she's the love hashira

but in mitsuri's mind how could she not absolutely ADORE u

not only are you breathtakingly beautiful in her eyes

but she sees the way u interact with the younger slayers

how u genuinely care for everyone's wellbeing

if she wasn't looking for a husband she would wife u tf UP

she still might lol

mitsuri is gonna go out of her way to become friends with you

she's inviting u to her estate for girl's night with shinobu

she's dragging u along to her favorite restaurant for lunch

she's inviting u to join her at the hot springs to relax

she really enjoys ur presence

even if ur shy she thinks ur very soothing to be around

she loves when you do her hair!!

and when u cook for her??

mitsuri alrdy eats a lot

but if u made the food for her??

girl is not letting a CRUMB go to waste

loves the way u take care of everyone

especially when u take care of her

10/10 would recommend a mitsuri

OBANAI

someone pls love this man

he needs it so bad

so dude had SHIT parents

like bad bad

so when he sees ur interactions with the younger slayers he's prob a lil put off at first

like ma'am?

this is the demon slayer corps??

we don't have time for all ur mothering and coddling

but then he's injured on a mission

and waiting in the infirmary for shinobu to show up and patch him up

and then u bust through the doors???

confused asf

shinobu is on a mission and you've been helping out in the infirmary

so looks like ur the one taking care of him today

and turns out his injury is bad enough to land him an extended stay in his lil hospital bed

and after a few days of u taking care of him

with ur red face and soft stuttered words

he learns that you're not so bad

and he actually enjoys being around you

and being taken care of

won't voice this tho

but when Aoi comes in to give him his meds one day he gives himself away by accident

with a

"where's y/n?"

he's a blushing grumbling mess after that lol

after he discharged best believe the next time he gets injured he's not even going to the infirmary

he's hunting u tf down

nobody else gets to take care of him except YOU

and thats period.

[malavera]

Good Girl (18+) — Hugh Jackman One shot

summary: hugh sent you this picture of him and warned you to be ready when he gets back to you.

warning: SMUT! MDNI. Basically filthy sex, unprotected, porn with no plot, pet name 'kitten', calling hugh papi, don’t cum inside guys.

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‘Yeah? What am i supposed to do with this information, hey?’ You giggled as you typed your text before pressing send.

‘i just wanted to say i’m not going to apologize for what is there to become of me tonight.’ Hugh replied in a matter of minutes. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, you wouldn’t be seeing him until 3 days, at least that’s what you knew.

‘wdym?’ you typed back and when it showed delivered, a knock landed on your door surprising you in your seat. You hurried yourself off towards your door, and when you opened it, it revealed the current obsession of yours; Hugh Jackman, your 5-months-low-profile-boyfriend.

You gasped, “What are you doing here?! I thought you weren’t supposed to be in New York until the 3 days!” You squealed jumping to engulf him with a hug. Hugh laughs seeing your adorable reaction while entering the cozy space of your apartment, kicking the door shut with his feet.

“Well, I’m here now aren’t I, kitten?” You blushed from hearing the pet name he loves to call you slipped from his lips. You bit your lip trying to suppress a smile before crashing them against his. Hugh hummed and sighed in content, dropping his duffle bag on the ground. His arms wrapped around your petite body while yours trying to pull him close, your toes tip toeing on the floor.

"Now, you wanna show me what you just sent me, papi?" You lowly spoke against his lips once you broke away from the kiss. Hugh stared at you, humming and pursing his lips.

"Do you think you deserve it?" He spoke before kissing you again, turning both of you around as he pushed you gently against the wall. His lips pulled away from yours to move down to ravish the delicate skin of your neck. You softly moaned when you felt his warm tongue nibbling against it, eyes rolling back to the back of your head. "Have you been a good girl while I was away, kitten?"

"Mmmh... Yes, papi. I have." You pouted slightly, hugging him.

"Hmm yeah? 's that so?"

"Yeah," you pouted when he broke contact with your neck as he looked down at you grinning. "Please..."

"Well, in that case, you deserve it then." You gasped when your feet have lifted off the ground and by instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carry you through your shared bedroom. Hugh softly plopped you down on your cushion before you propped yourself up with your elbows to look at him with an excited grin.

Hugh smirked, shifted his head side to side while tutting at you. You watched as both of his hands went to grab the hem of his shirt as they pull it upwards to discard the material off his body. Your lips went agape slightly, you still couldn't believe it. Dating the famous Hollywood actor, who is 55 years old, and has the body of a Hercules? You really want to thank god for, other than his genes, his dedication and passion to work on his body.

"What do you think, baby?" Hugh said with a Cheshire smile, flexing his abs, tilting his body slightly to show his work of art. You bit your lip, suppressing a smile, your head nodding away for approval. "Yeah?" He added, you didn't say anything instead you rub your thighs against each other, feeling yourself pooling your panties.

Hugh laughs at you before he put one knee on the bed and dive himself down to you, pushing you to lay against the bed. "Cat really got your tongue huh, kitten?" You hummed in approval before crashing your lips to him. Hugh pressed himself against you, grinding his clothed cock against your clothed cunt. You moaned, feeling the big bulge rubbing softly against your heat, couldn't wait to feel his thick and heavy cock inside you.

Hugh broke the kiss on your lips to kiss your neck, he knows how much you love neck kisses and he'd be honored to rain you with lots of kisses. You moaned even more when you felt him nip your delicate skin with his teeth, your legs spread wider to welcome him as he ground his hips more against you, dry humping you at this point.

"Hmm, papi, please..." You pleaded, you gasped in surprised when his hand reached down inside your panties, gliding against your slicked pussy, gathering your arousal with his fingers. Hugh pulled away from your neck and lay his forehead against yours, his eyebrows pulled together, eyes staring down at you.

"I know, kitten, I know, let me play with your cunt a little, yeah?" He coo'ed. You gasped, eyebrows furrowing once you feel him push his index finger inside your throbbing cunt. "So wet for me, kitten. Tsk, tsk." Hugh tutted, thrusting his finger inside you slowly.

"Can you take another one?" Apparently that was a rhetorical question as you were about to provide him an answer, he pushed his middle finger inside you earning a loud moan from your agape lips. He laughed under his breath, watching you fall apart just by his 2 slender fingers curling and flicking inside of you.

"Fuck, papi, so good... So good... Don't stop." You moaned, closing your eyes as Hugh looks down to watch himself work on you.

"Oh, I'm not gonna stop kitten, never. Come on, spread your legs wider." You obeyed to his command, watching him straighten himself away from you. His free hand went to rip your panties off, shredding the fabric. You gasped as your face contorted into disbelief and were about to protest before he beat you to it,

"I'll buy you new ones, kitten. Don't worry, I got you." He breathed, watching his fingers working on your pussy as you let out a loud moan. Hugh can tell when you're nearing your edge, and as you were about to reach it, he pulled his fingers out of your cunt as your body jolted in surprised.

"Hugh!" You protested, but he was too busy getting his shorts off. "Wait!" You yelped, twisting your body to the side trying to reach your nightstand to find a condom, but there were none. "We don't have a condom!" You shrieked.

Hugh pulled you by your thighs, before grabbing the hem of your shirt discarding them off your body, revealing your full-rounded breast. He climbed himself on top of you, his throbbing cock rubbing against your glistening pussy. One hand on top of your breast, kneading them and giving your nipple a play with his thumb, the other is holding on his cock, rubbing the tip against your pussy.

"I need to be inside you now, kitten." Hugh panted, you moaned looking down to his hand on his cock. He gave himself a couple of pumps before guiding himself to sink into your tight hole. Hugh grunted from your tense pussy, choking just a half of his cock as he attempted to get into you. He swatted your thighs as he grunted, "Baby, relax for me, let me get my cock into this pussy, come on." You whimpered, closing your eyes as you tried to relax.

Once he got himself all the way in, you both moaned in sync. Hugh kept his gaze on your pussy, watching his cock, slowly thrusts in and out of you but not completely pulling himself out. When he recognized your pleasurable moan, he knew you've adjusted to his size and that's when he started to increase his pace. Taking off his gaze from your pussy, to your face. Both of his hands groping your tits as his hips snapped back and forth.

"Ngh... Baby, so good. You're so big." You faintly moaned the last sentence.

Hugh grunted, "Pussy so good, like it's made for me." You moaned at his filthy words. "Such a good girl... Taking me so well, kitten. Who's a good girl?" Hugh leaned forward, connecting his forehead against yours, cooing at you.

"M-me.."

"That's right, baby. My good girl, tell me how much you love my cock?"

"Love it so m-much, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yes! Oh so good, papi. Love your big cock so much in my pussy." You sob out a moan, closing your eyes shut.

"I know, baby, I know." His free hand went down to reach your clit before his thumb starts playing with it. The action drove you crazier, moaning even more out loud as you feel yourself reaching your edge.

"Hugh, I'm- I'm- I wanna cum." You cried.

"Do it, kitten. Cum on my cock, come on, make a mess for me, yeah like that huh?" He whispered against your lips before he crashed them against yours. You shrieked against his lips, as you felt your thighs shake before creaming down on his cock. Hugh moaned against your lips, feeling your orgasm on his cock, as he increased his pace even more to reach for his high.

"Mmmh, fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum so much, kitten. Pussy so good." Hugh grunted as you moaned, watching him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. His hand went to wrap around your neck, as you moan to the action.

"Yeah, papi? Cum for me. But PLEASE DON'T CUM IN ME!" You shrieked.

"Fuck, can't pull out, pussy's too good." Hugh grumbled, hand around your neck went tighter.

"Hugh!!" You shrieked, as he roared before forcefully pulling his cock out of your pussy and give himself a couple of pumps before shooting out strings of his hot cum on your belly.

You sighed in relief, you love and adore the man, but you weren't ready to be a momma just yet.

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[naturesapphic]

I lovedddd the lunch interview fic sm! do you think ur able to write a continuation of it? like smut about the experience she was talking about (her first time w reader) and the reader is guiding billie through it? :)

First Time

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fluff

Sequel

A/n: 1600 words!!! 😎🙏🏻

Billie and you have been together for about six months now and it’s been the absolute best. You’ve had a girlfriend before but it never lasted long enough to where anything sexual happened but you’ve had hookups before. Billie had hookups to, they were with men, but she never had a first time with a woman before. So when the two of you were on the couch, making out, things were getting heated fast.

“B-Billie…f-fuck…” you moaned out softly as Billie pulled away from your lips with a pop and went to your neck, suckling on the skin. She started leaving hickeys all over your neck and she started going down to your chest. Billie looked up at you and you could see how nervous she was. “C-can I take your shirt off?” Billie asked shyly and you felt yourself smile, knowing that this may be the first time y’all will have sex.

“Yes you can take it off. Are you sure you’re ready bills? I don’t want to rush you.” You explained to her as you went up and brushed some of her hair away from her face. She leaned into your touch and nodded her head at your question. You pulled away so you can take off your shirt and you felt Billie’s eyes stay on you the entire time. “Let me help you with this mama…” she whispered as she gently took your hands away from your bra and glided her hands on your back.

She unclasped the bra and slowly took it off of you, your breast falling free. Her eyes grew hungry at the sight of you already and you weren’t even fully naked yet. Billie took your breast in her soft hands and started massaging them gently in her hold. You let out a whimper and you bit your lip. “So beautiful…I love your tits babygirl…” she breathed out as she let them go but licks her lips as her mouth grows closer to your nipples. “May I mama?” She asked as she looked up at you.

“Billie baby you can do absolutely anything you want to me.” You told her and she smiles. She leans down and takes your nipple between her plump lips, suckling on them softly. You felt your panties get damp at the pleasure you were already receiving as Billie is sucking on your breast. Billie kept switching nipples and by the time she was done, you were a moaning mess. She pulled away from your nipple with a pop and licked her lips as her gaze shifted up to your eyes.

“You taste so good…I need more..” Billie rasped out and she sat up with you on her lap and made sure your legs were secured around her waist. You let out a squeal at the sudden movement and giggled when Billie ran up the stairs up to y’all’s room. She kicked the door open and gently laid you out on the bed. Realization hit her features and she immediately got all shy which made you coo at her. “Baby it’s okay if you aren’t ready.” You said as you sat up and looked at you with a smile.

Billie shook her head and went closer to you. “No I want to…it’s just…this is my first time doing this…” she explained and your eyes soften at her confession. You stood on your feet and wrapped your arms around her neck. “Don’t worry baby…I can guide you through it okay? Do you want me to pleasure you first or do you want to pleasure me…” you said as you unwrapped your arms and placed your hands on her chest. “I really want to pleasure you…I’ve been thinking about doing it for so long mama…” Billie whispered as she pulled you closer to her by your waist.

You nodded and decided to tease her further by stepping back and looking at her with fake innocence in your eyes. You slowly took off your sweatpants, revealing your baby blue see through thong that made Billie’s eyes widen. “Fuck baby…” she rasped as her eyes stayed glued to your lower half making you blush. You slowly pulled down your underwear and threw it at her making her catch it. You smiled when she placed your thong in her Jean pocket and crossed her arms as she kept watching you.

You turned around and started crawling on the bed, making sure your ass was popping out as you crawled to the headboard. You turned over so you were laying on your back and you lifted up your hand, making a come closer movement with your finger. Billie immediately crawled over to you and was on top of you, she immediately leaned down to capture your lips in hers in a hungry kiss. You wrap your legs around her waist and you moaned in the kiss of your bare pussy rubbing against the material of her jeans. Her tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for permission and her gladly gave it to her.

You opened your mouth and let her tongue invade your mouth, not even fighting for dominance, just letting her take control. Her tongue was exploring all in your mouth as you started grinding your throbbing pussy on her. She smiled in the kiss, feeling you hump against her and she pulled away from the kiss. You gently take her hand and put it on your wet folds and told her to start rubbing. Her index and middle finger starts to rub over your folds until she parted them and went to your clit instantly making your hips jerk.

She smiled and watched your face contort in pleasure and it was all done by her. “W-what do I do n-now?” Billie asked shyly and you bit your lip. “E-enter a finger I-in m-me…just like if you were m-master bating b-baby.” You explained to her and she nodded her head. Of course that’s how you do it she thought, she was just so nervous that she’s not even thinking straight. Her index finger glided down to your entrance and pushed her way in making you moan loudly. “F-fuck!” You breathed out as Billie starts pumping her finger in and out of you. She gives you a smile and admires you as you lay there in complete bliss.

“Do you want me to add another finger mama?” Billie asked you and you nodded your head eagerly making her chuckle. She adds in her index finger which made your arch your back at the fullness you were feeling. “I-I’m g-gonna cum!” You moaned out as your legs started to shake and your eyes clamped shut at your orgasm approaching. Billie’s lips grow into a huge grin at your words and feels pride in them. “Cum for me babygirl…come on…I need to taste you..” she says lowly and that added fuel to the fire because in the next few seconds you were cumming hard on her fingers. She pulled out her fingers and instantly put them in her mouth, sucking on them until your juices were clean off. She moaned at your taste and went between your legs as she starts cleaning you up with her tongue.

You moan out as she spreads your thighs farther apart as she slurps your juices. She moans into you making you moan louder by the vibrations and she smirks against you. Her warm long tongue soon enters your pulsating hole and you felt your body arch at the sensation she’s giving you. Billie starts to tongue fuck you and you swear you start to see stars. You grab onto the back of her head as she fucks and eats you like you are last meal. Your legs were shaking again and she felt your walls close in on her tongue and she moved her nose that was on your clit and that’s what set you off.

You came all in her mouth and she starts cleaning you again but you had to push her head away, whining at the sensitivity you were feeling. She pulls away and has a sheepish smile on her face as she lays beside you in the bed. “Sorry baby…didn’t realize that you were getting sensitive.” She said and you smiled tiredly at her, cuddling into her as she wraps her arms around your warm body. “Did I do good mamas?” Billie asked nervously. Your heart melted and you cupped her face in your hands making her smile. “You did absolutely amazing baby. I never came so hard and fast in my life.” I say smirking and Billie’s whole face gets red from blushing.

“I’m glad I did good…I’m definitely going to be tasting you more later…but you need your rest.” Billie said with a smirk and this time you started to blush. You shook your head with a smile on your face and laid your head on your girlfriend’s soft plush chest. “I love you y/n…thank you for trusting me and guiding me through it.” She said thanking you. “Of course…I’m honored to be your first time and when we wake up IM going to be pleasuring you.” You said with a smirk at the end and Billie giggled. “We’ll see who wins first princess.” She said teasingly and you smiled and closed your eyes, the two of you falling into a deep sleep in each others arms.

A/n: I hope the anon and the rest of y’all enoyed it! I WORKED HARD ON THIS SO BLOW IT UP WOOP WOOP! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all. A bunch of Billie fics coming out ;)

[exhaslo]

Corruption Ch16

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13, Ch14, Ch15

Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship/relationship? SMUT, so much goddamn smut like I need help, rough sex, breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation

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"Fangs that secrete enough venom to paralyze whomever I bite, could be useful but also disgusting to get close to others. Hm, no change to body from producing said venom. Fascinating."

It had been two days since the incident. Miguel had reassured you that he was fine, but then proceeded to lock himself in his own lab to run tests on himself.

"Talons on both hands and feet, allowing me to climb walls. Not the exact same way as (Y/N), this is far more violent since my talons could be used as weapons."

Miguel slashed against his desk.

"Wood nor metal can stop me. Not to mention, physical body mass has increased. Height increased, muscles strengthen and-"

Miguel stopped as he looked down. Withholding a chuckle, he returned to typing down his findings. Miguel stood in front of a mirror, taking in his now stronger appearance. He could lift over ten tons his weight, much like you.

"Side effect, eyes have become a red color and are sensitive to light. Senses have also increased, allowing me to hear, feel and even sense what others are thinking. Needs to be trained and nourished more to use in field."

"Miguel? Can I come in, please?" You asked, knocking against his door. Miguel threw on his lab coat, hiding his information,

"Yes,"

Planting himself on his seat, Miguel watched as you entered his lab. That bright smile on your face as you saw him. Miguel covered his mouth, smirking towards your blush towards his chest. Hopefully you won't tempt him too much.

"Are you sure you're alright? You've been cooped up in here for two days. I brought you some food," You said, holding up your cute little lunch bag, "I can put it aside if your not-"

"I'll eat it. I skipped breakfast," Miguel motioned you over.

He watched as you skipped over, opening your bag. He hid his smirk as you stared at his broken desk before continuing to get the lunch out. As you did, Miguel tensed as a new and strange scent caught his nose.

"(Y/N), are you wearing a new perfume?" Miguel asked. You tilted your head,

"No? Do I smell?"

"No, no," Miguel furrowed his brows finding the scent sweet, "Why don't you feed me? I'm starved."

Miguel resisted a groan as you took your place on his lap. The scent was getting stronger as you fed him. Miguel couldn't even focus on the food. Staring into your eyes, Miguel felt something almost primal in him act up.

"(Y/N), come to my place tonight."

"Okay," You agreed so easily.

It was difficult, but Miguel held back and behaved himself. He couldn't help but feel around your waist, needing to touch you. This had to be his Spider instincts kicking in. It had to be, what other reason would Miguel have the strong urge to fuck you?

"Miguel, you sure you're okay? I worry,"

"I'm fine. Just come to my place tonight and wear something that will excite me."

Leaving you with a peck, Miguel returned to his studies of himself. Now that he was a superior human like you, he could begin his plans for domination. To begin his plans to expand his rule of superior humans.

"Now, to test my stamina."

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You were on cloud nine. Was tonight finally going to be the night? Miguel just told you to wear something that would excite him! The amount of sexy new panties you had were going to finally be put to use!

Nearly squealing in joy, you hurried to your office to finalize some work before heading home. As you made your way to your office, you stopped in front of Aaron's shrine that some of the workers put together.

It was a shame. Aaron seemed like such a nice guy. To think that he was the one who caused the explosion and almost hurt Miguel. Miguel had told you everything about the incident so that you wouldn't worry.

At least Miguel was safe and sound.

Shaking the thought away, you hurried to finish you work. All that mattered was that Miguel was okay. Although, you were worried since he locked himself inside his lab. You wondered what he found that had him cooped up in there.

Recalling his strange behavior recently, you tried to think if anything in the explosion could have affected him. It sucked since you weren't as smart as half of the people in this building.

"I wonder...if I should wear perfume?"

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Miguel sat on his couch, waiting for you to arrive. He had done all the testing he needed in order to know that it was time. Miguel was going to make sure you didn't leave his apartment until you were pregnant. He didn't care how many hours it would take.

You belonged to him.

Catching that familiar scent in the air, Miguel stood and hurriedly opened his door. There you were, standing there with a shy look on your face; your scent oh so sweet. The dress you had on was tight, exposing your breasts ever so slightly.

"I'm not taking you to dinner," Miguel told you as he pulled you inside, "But good job on listening to me."

"O-Of course," You nearly stuttered as you fell against his chest, "Um, Miguel...have you been working out?"

Ah, so you finally noticed. Miguel just smiled as he grabbed your hand, gently biting your fingers. You scent getting stronger, causing Miguel to act more rashly. Thoughts of breeding you began to cloud his judgement.

"(Y/N), you'll do anything for me...right?"

"Yes,"

"Good girl,"

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You weren't sure what was coming over Miguel. He was acting a little strange, but it wasn't like you were going to question him. Miguel's hands were all over you as he brought you to his couch. You couldn't help but grow excited as you thought of what was to come.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled as Miguel kissed you. His hands were firmly on your waist. Each kiss grew more and more aggressive and hungry. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, exploring everywhere as he pinned you to the couch.

"Irresistibly sweet." Miguel groaned, his hands stroking up your thighs, "Unable...to think straight."

"Mhm, Miguel?" You muttered between kisses.

You gasped as Miguel picked you up and carried you to his room. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, feeling your panties get damp. This was escalating to an exciting point. Once in the room, you yelped as Miguel threw you on the bed.

"I don't care if you cry, I'm not stopping."

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. If your pussy could talk, it would be swoon right now. You took off your dress as Miguel removed his shirt. Sitting before Miguel in your underwear and bra, you were waiting for his orders.

"I've had you wait long enough. Lay down and spread."

You bit your lower lip and did what Miguel said. You were a little embarrassed since you knew your panties were soaked. You gasped as Miguel hovered over you, kissing you again as he took off your remaining clothes.

You arched your back, moaning into the kiss as Miguel started to rub your clit. His pace grew faster the wetter you got. Your body was getting hot and needy. Miguel's mouth was all over your neck, sucking and biting, leaving as many marks as he could.

"Hah~ Ah, M-Miguel~" You cried out, trembling in pleasure.

"Who do you belong too?"

"Ah~ Ah~ Y-You, You, Miguel!" You whimpered.

Miguel's fingers had dipped into your cunt, pumping inside of you at a fast pace. Tears had started to form, feeling the knot in your stomach about to burst. Right when you felt yourself about to cum, Miguel removed his fingers.

"M-Miggy! P-Please!" You begged.

You whimpered as you watched Miguel lick his fingers for the first time. His pupils were dilated and filled with lust. This was a first and new look. Miguel grunted as he took his pants off, revealing his dick, which seemed bigger than before.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood."

Miguel grabbed your legs, throwing them over his shoulder as he positioned himself. His breathing was irregular along with yours. Miguel's dick poking right at your entrance, begging to be let in. Begging to fuck you.

"Fuck, say it again." Miguel demanded, pinching your clit. You arched your back, squirming slightly,

"Miggy~"

With a sharp cry, Miguel slapped his hips into yours. Your body shivered as you cam from insertion. His dick slamming right inside you, stretching your gummy walls out. His tip smashed against your cervix.

Miguel grunted as he gave you no time to rest from your climax. His hips were rough as he slapped himself into you. His dick bullying your cunt with no remorse. You flung your head back, crying out in pleasure as Miguel's dick rammed into you.

"Miggy~ M-Miggy~"

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Miguel felt sweat roll down his forehead as he held your hips. Why did he have to wait so long for this? You were made for him. Your pussy was sucking his dick so well. The sloshing sounds it made as you cried his name. Everything was perfect.

Groaning lowly as you cam again, Miguel felt you squeeze around him so much. Webbing your hands to the bed post, Miguel kept focus on what he was doing to you. The rim of his dick around forming a white ring from your orgasms.

"Made just for me. My perfect match." Miguel grunted, fastening his pace as he felt his high coming, "Sucking my dick so well. You just want my child, don't you?"

"Yesh~ Y-Yes~" You cried.

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he slammed his hips into you, finally releasing his first load. After months of waiting, Miguel was finally breeding you. Slowly removing his dick just to admire his first work, Miguel cussed lowly.

"Perfect, but so wasteful. Do you want to disappoint me?" Miguel hissed, watching his cum drip out of you.

"N-No,"

"Then drink every last drop."

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You cried and whimpered as Miguel pinned you into mating position, fucking you relentlessly. His dick hitting your cervix, causing you to gasp and twitch with every thrust. Your cunt unable to stop wanting Miguel as he made his dick at home inside of you.

Your vision was starting to blur as your mind grew fuzzy. This was only something you could only dream of. Miguel's dick bullying your cunt. It felt so good. So right.

"Drink up."

"Mhm~"

Shivering, you moaned as you felt Miguel cum inside you once more. It was so hot. Taking a moment to catch your breathe, you slowly regained your vision as you looked up at Miguel. He had a wicked smirk as he looked down at you.

"M...Miggy~" You whispered tiredly. Miguel just chuckled,

"Awe, tired already? We've only just begun."

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Your face was pressed into the bedsheet as Miguel fucked you from behind. You could barely feel your body anymore since it was so sensitive. Each thrust made your body shiver and your pussy clench. You were so fucked out that you couldn't even think.

"My stamina outranks yours by a mile. It's only been an hour and you're tapping out already? Hm, I suppose I did go overboard for your first time," Miguel muttered.

"Mhpm~ Ah~" You moaned, cumming hard as Miguel slapped his dick into you a bit harsher.

"My mating instincts have finally passed as well. Just don't expect any rest any time soon. You will be caring my child. The future of humanity."

You just babbled nothing but nonsense as Miguel gave you one last load. Unable to keep yourself awake, you felt yourself knock out.

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Miguel sighed as you fell asleep. He turned you around, watching the mess of a work he did. He definatly went overboard, but you had to get pregnant. Fixing you on the bed, Miguel lifted your hips and legs up against the bed frame, wanting to make sure his cum stayed inside of you.

"Lyla, keep track on (Y/N)'s health. I want any updates of bodily changes."

"Yes sir, also your suit is ready."

"Hm, I suppose tonight is a great night to start my reign of terror. While I'm out, I want you to start transferring all of (Y/N)'s information and paperwork to this address."

"You haven't told her that she will be living here,"

"(Y/N) will agree...and if she doesn't, I'll just fuck the idea into her."

"Understood."

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[barleyo]

Don't Run, Rabbit.

Tsukishima Kei X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: Barley wrote something that's not dark content for the first time in forever alert!!! Get excited guys, whoop-whoop! Side-note, I'm literally in love with Tsukishima and I need to have him. That's why this is long as shit. #tsukkiloversunite

Tags: timeskip Tsukki (obv you nasties!!), roleplay, switching dominance (m and f), werewolf x bunny trope, p in v, breeding kink,

Wordcount: 4.4k

You and your boyfriend, Tsukishima, decided to have a movie night at your house. He got a kick out of watching you get scared and cling onto him, so he decided to pop on a horror movie, something spooky with werewolves.

"You scared yet?" He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes while he peered at you over his glasses.

He let out a 'tch' sound when you shook your head.

The movie reached the halfway mark, and the main villain, a giant half-man, half-wolf monster trapped the female main character against a wall. The camera zoomed into the slow motion bite the werewolf took into the girl's neck.

Your eyes widened slightly at the scene. You couldn't help the blush that appeared on your face the longer the movie dragged out the scene. It seemed more like a porno than a horror movie with each bite the werewolf left in the girl, licking over each bitemark he left.

Your boyfriend, being the observant bastard he was, took notice of your behavior immediately and smirked.

"What, are you into this shit or something?"

"Wha—? No, what are you saying? Of course not," you said, pushing his shoulder, face still warm. "Just mind your own! Watch the movie."

You placed your hands on each side of your face, keeping them straight to try and block his view of your embarrassed face, an obvious tell. 

He raised an eyebrow at your reaction, that smirk still plastered on his face.

"Your face is red as a tomato and you're trying to cover it. Are you sure you aren't into it?" He teased, poking your cheek.

He grabbed your wrists and moved your hands away from your face, his smirk growing wider at the sight of your flushed expression.

"Oh, wow," he snickered, "your face and ears are red. Very suspicious."

"Shut up," you mumbled, internally cringing at how you had been called out. "My face is not red, and I am not 'into' whatever you're trying to imply, thank you very much!" 

Your voice got more high and defensive by the second, trying and failing to cover up the way  his teasing paired with the semi-erotic scene of the movie made you feel.

He chuckled at your defensive reaction, his smirk turning into a full-on grin.

"Ooh, denial," he said, resting his arm around the back of the couch. "It looks good on you." He shifted closer to you on the couch, leaning in to whisper into your ear. "You know, you're very cute when you're flustered," he teased, gently nipping your earlobe in the process.

You flinched as he grazed his teeth over your ear, slipping away from him in embarrassment. 

"Ack—!" You turned away from him, swatting at him with your hand.

He chuckled at your flustered reaction, scooting closer to you once again. 

"Aw, look at you, trying to run away. He gently grabbed your ankle and tugged you toward him. "Are you getting shy off a little nip? How sweet." He moved closer until he was hovering over you, pinning you to the couch with his arms on either side of your head. "Admit it. This movie is getting you turned on," he said, looking down at you with a smug expression. "You're probably into that whole monster-fucking thing, aren't you?"

You turned your head away from him, trying to hide your face in the crook of your shoulder.

"No, I'm not, don't say that," you whined, you legs and feet squirming in an attempt to keep yourself from squealing.

He chuckled at your desperate attempt to hide your face and avoid the topic. He gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"You're such a bad liar," he teased, his smirk never leaving his face. "Your face always gives it away."

He leaned closer, his lips grazing your jawline, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses up to your ear.

"It's okay, you know," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I won't judge you for your nasty, little kink."

"Ugh, stop saying that!" You wiggled a little more, but didn't push him off. "It's not a kink, it's just— it's nothing," you mumbled again.

He chuckled once again at your protest, clearly enjoying teasing you. 

"Oh, it's definitely a fetish," he teased, his hand slowly trailing up your side, his touch sending chills down your spine.

"And there's nothing wrong with that," he said, his lips brushing against your neck, nibbling on a sensitive spot. "It's cute how embarrassed you are over it. You act like I don't already know half of the stuff you're into."

You faltered at the way he brushed it off, not weirded out by it. You craned your head to give him better access to your neck.

"So— so what, then? What are we gonna do about it then?" you asked nervously, trying to stop yourself from stuttering or coming off as ashamed.

He could practically hear the worry in your voice despite the tough attitude you tried to put up.

"Oh-ho, so you finally admit it?" He teased, grinning as he continued to trail kisses down your neck, his hand slowly tracing up your torso. "Well, if my cute girlfriend has a thing for monsters, I suppose it's my duty to satisfy that little kink of hers, don't you think?"

You got brave for a moment and decided to say something way out of character, pushing past your nerves.

"So, are you gonna be my monster tonight?" 

You immediately widened your eyes, surprised by the tone you took and the words that came out of your mouth. 

He froze for a moment, clearly taken aback by your unexpected boldness. A half of a moment later, however, he let out a low chuckle, a approving smile spreading across his face. 

"Look at you, getting all feisty," he said, his hand pausing in its exploration of your body. "You really want me to be a monster, huh?" he teased, his touch resuming as he shifted to hover over you again. "Do you know what happens to naughty girls who tease monsters?"

You shook off the rest of your shyness and got into the zone, sensing that your boyfriend was equally as turned on. Wrapping your legs around him and flipping him over on his back, you sat straddled over him and leaned over his face, inches away from his lips while you answered his question.

"They get devoured, don't they, Kei?"

He snickered as you flipped him over, clearly enjoying the unexpected change of power dynamics. He watched you with a mixture of amusement and desire as you straddled him, leaning over him with that sultry expression.

When you uttered that bold reply, he couldn't repress the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. He was enjoying this little game a bit too much.

"You're starting to get so spicy, tonight," he murmured, his hands now wrapped around your waist.

"Who, me? Nah," you said, your smirk growing on your face. "Now, are we gonna finish the movie or what?"

You raised yourself on your knees, ready to remove yourself from his lap so you both could get back to the movie.

He chuckled as you teasingly denied his comment, loving the playful banter between the two of you. When you started to move off his lap, he tightened his grip on your waist, keeping you in place.

"Oh no, you don't," he said, still grinning. "You're staying right where you are."

He gently tugged you back down onto his lap, his hands roaming up and down your thighs. 

"And forget about the movie," he added, his gaze fixed on you. "I'm much more interested in playing with you now."

You felt him hike you forward in one swift motion.

"You're such a tease," he murmured, his eyes fixed on yours. "Trying to leave me already? Did you really think I was gonna let you go that easily?" He pulled you closer to him, his legs trapping you in his lap. "Just for that little stunt, I'm gonna keep you right here," he said. "You're not going anywhere until I say so."

"Ah, I'm not? Well then," you said, slowly making circles with your hips over his lap, "I guess I'll just have to let you do whatever you want, hm, Mr. Werewolf-Boyfriend?"

He inhaled sharply as you began moving your hips over his lap, his grip on your thighs tightening. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he watched you with desire and amusement.

"Mr. Werewolf-Boyfriend, huh?" he replied, his voice dripping with mock condescension. "You're really getting into this monster schtick, aren't you?"

He pulled you even closer, effectively trapping you against his body, and leaned in to nibble on your shoulder.

"Mm," you hummed, melting in his arms. You let him continue for a second before you remembered something, snapping to back to attention. "Babe, wait, I have something prepared for a moment like this." You tried to wriggle out of his grasp to go fetch it.

He let out a low growl of protest as you began to struggle against his grip, his hands gripping you even tighter as he tried to keep you in place.

"H-Hey, where are you going?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

But when you mentioned you had something prepared, his curiosity outweighed his possessiveness, and he reluctantly loosened his grip on you.

"Alright, alright," he said, releasing his hold on you. "You can go get whatever you need. Just don't take too long."

You ran into your bedroom and came out with a plastic bag from a local sex-toy shop. 

"I brought this just— just, like, in case, you know? Anyways..."

You pulled out to werewolf ear hair clips and handed them to him. 

"There, put those on, and I'll put these on too," you said. You placed a pair of bunny ears on your head and jokingly twitched your nose at him.

He stared at the contents of the bag with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, his eyebrows raising slightly as you handed him the werewolf ear hair clips.

"You went out and bought this stuff yourself?" he asked, surprise in his voice. He scoffed as he examined the accessories, his finger tracing the outline of the clip. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

He slipped the werewolf ear clips into his hair, letting out a mock growl as he did so. He then looked at your bunny ears, palming his hard-on while he watched you adjust them.

You bit your lip at the sound of his growl, giggling softly. You looked through the bag one final time and felt a bit hesitant, unsure of whether or not to pull out the last two items in the bottom of it. 

He snorted as you giggled at the growl, enjoying how bubbly you got about such a small sound. He watched as you rummaged through the bag, his curiosity piqued. He noticed the brief hesitation in your movements, and he couldn't help but wonder what else you had prepared.

"What's that, hm?" he asked, a pout playing on his lips. "What else do you have in there? I'm starting to wonder if you're hiding anything else in that little bag of wonders."

You sighed and pulled out a collar and leash.

"I just didn't know how you would feel about these— I mean, we don't have to use them, I just got them just in case, like— just in case we would need them, or— or if—!" You stumbled over your words roughly, babbling a bit while you tried to explain yourself.

He let out a low whistle as you pulled out the collar and leash, his eyebrows raising in surprise. He watched as you fumbled over your words, trying to explain.

"Oh, now that's something I didn't expect," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He chuckled at your flustered state, seeing how worked up you were.

"So, you got those just in case, huh?" he asked, taking the collar from you and admiring it. "And who, exactly, did you intend on having wear this?"

"Well, read the tag and find out."

"Good Boy," he read aloud, his eyes flicking up to meet your gaze. "Well well, you've really gone all out on this, haven't you?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're determined to play the role of my little bunny prey, aren't you?"

Kei handed the collar and leash back to you.

"Put it on me, then."

You fidgeting with your hands excitedly before unclipping the collar.

"Lean forward, m'kay?"

He laughed softly, amused by your excitement as you unclipped the collar. He obeyed your command and leaned forward, his eyes fixed on you with curiosity. His head tilted to one side slightly, exposing his neck so that you could put the collar on him.

"Like this, bunny girl?" he teased, his tone playful.

You nodded and put the collar onto him, attaching the leash onto it.

"Comfy?"

You had a loose grasp on the leash, waiting for him to answer.

He ran his fingers over the collar around his neck, adjusting it slightly. It clung snugly to his skin, but not uncomfortably so. 

"Yeah, it's comfortable," he replied, his voice dripping with pure amusement. He leaned back slightly, letting the leash hang loose in your grip. "So, what now?"

"I've got to fix your clips for you, first off, you said. Taking the wolf ears out of his hair, readjusted them and clipped them back in.

"How do I look?"

"You look.." you paused, watching him close his mouth, lick over his teeth, and flash them at you like a true werewolf, "so hot, babe."

"Yeah? You like them, huh?" Kei teased, hair slightly messy from the clips. "You think I look hot as a werewolf monster?"

You tightened your grip on the leash and tugged him forward roughly as you unzipped his pants, freeing his length.

"So hot," you repeated to answer his question, yanking the leash so he would look up at you. You removed your panties and tossed them, grinding your slick folds over his dick.

He let out a low growl as you suddenly rubbed over him and tugged on his leash, pulling him closer to you. He looked up at you obediently as you yanked on the leash, his golden-brown eyes locked on your face.

"Is that so?" he said, his voice lower and a bit gruff from the arousal. He felt his heart start to speed up at the way you suddenly took control. "You like having your little monster on a leash, do you? Is that how you want me? Leashed for you?"

You grabbed Kei's face in your hands, rubbing softly under his chin and on his cheeks as if you were petting him.

"Mm, no," you said in a low tone, nuzzling your nose against his, "I want you fucking into me, but that will come soon enough, Mr. Werewolf."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing slightly as you rubbed under his chin and against his cheeks. However, your words and the feeling of you nuzzling your nose against his piqued his attention, and he opened his eyes again.

He huffed out a breath, the sexual tension  making it more of a growl than a normal exhale. "Is that so? You think a slutty bunny like you deserves to get fucked?" he challenged, his voice still gruff. "I don't think you do."

"I'll just do what bunnies are best at to convince you," you said coolly, wrapping the leash around your palm, ready to tug it whenever necessary. 

Kei felt his heart race a bit faster as you tightened your grip on the leash, his eyes flicking down to watch your movement. 

He raised an eyebrow at your words, "Oh, and what's that? Running and hiding?" he asked, unable to resist the urge to push your buttons a little.

"No."

You yanked the leash roughly, pulling him forward. Your tone became cold and rough, but still flirtatious.

"Bunnies are best at bouncing." 

You blew a puff of air over his face, chuckling at him as he blinked quickly in response.

"They're pretty good at multiplying, too. Maybe you should knot me and we can have ourselves a litter."

He was dazed by the unexpected roughness of your tone, but he was more distracted by the feel of the leash being pulled and the puff of air you blew across his face, making him involuntarily blink. His cheeks flushed a slight shade of red at your words. He tried to maintain his cocky facade, but the way you were talking was making it increasingly difficult.

"Are you really suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

You could feel his legs start to shake under you in excitement. 

"I'm serious, big, bad wolf." You leaned forward on his lap, whispering into his ear. "No pulling out at the last minute. No rubbers. Nothing. I want to carry your pups. Y'gonna let me have 'em?" 

His breath hitched at your whispered words, your breath tickling his ear. He let out a low, guttural growl. His heart was thumping in his chest, the thought of what you were suggesting stirring something primal within him.

"You really have no idea what you're asking for, do you?" His voice was nothing but a low rumble at this point. "You want me to claim you? Breed you and fill you with my pups?"

"I want your pups," you paused, breaking character for a moment, "and I want your babies, Kei." You threw your hands over his shoulders, leaning face to face with him. "Now, I'll ask you again, one more time. Are you going to give them to me?"

His face softened as he realized you were breaking character and being genuine about it. He met your gaze, his eyes searching yours. He saw the hint of seriousness in your eyes, and he knew you were being sincere.

He brought his hands up to your hips, holding you in place. He leaned in closer, his forehead touching yours.

"Yes," he said, his voice thick with unrestrained desire. "I'll give them to you. I'll give you my pups. I'll give you all of me, bunny girl."

"Then hurry up and fill me up."

You let go of your hold on the leash and let him flip you over, taking control again, finally getting a taste of the dominance he so craved. 

He took the opportunity to take over, pining you down beneath him on the couch cushions. His eyes darkened with desire as he straddled you, the leash tangled in between you. 

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your neck as he spoke. "You really are a naughty girl, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with possessive need. "Begging for my pups like that."

"I know what I want," you said, wrapping you legs around his waist, pulling him close to you half naked body. "Bunnies need to get bred, you know that. Don't you, smart boy?"

He let out a low growl as you wrapped around him. He could feel the heat radiating from your cunt and it was driving him crazy.

"Oh, I know," he muttered, his hands gripping your thighs, splitting them apart while he slid into you. "I know how needy you bunnies can be. Always in need of a big, strong wolf to satisfy your cravings."

"Yeah, jus' because you wolves are so much better than boy bunnies. S'much bigger 'n stronger," you whined, placing your hand around his arm, gripping onto it tightly while he made shallow thrusts into you. "Just want a strong werewolf like to knock me up. Can't you do that for me?" 

He groaned as you spoke, relishing in the way you were complimenting him. He flexed his arm, enjoying the feeling of your hand against his bicep.

"Wan' me to prove just how much stronger I am than a puny, little bunny boy?" Lowering  his mouth to your neck, he sucked at your skin, his teeth grazing over your pulse point.

Your mouth fell open, feeling his sharp teeth nip at you. 

"Yes, that's all I want! Don't want you to hold back, 'm a greedy girl. I want every load."

Kei loved your eagerness. He nibbled and kissed down your neck, his teeth dragging along your skin just enough to leave faint red marks. You couldn't tell what you enjoyed more: the feeling of his dick inside of you or his mouth around you.

"Is that so?" he muttered, his hips snapping up against yours. He pulled back to look down at you, a glint in his eyes. "You really think you can handle a big, bad wolf like me? I won't hold back, you know." He punctuated his words with a rough thrust, knocking your entire body forward.

You gasped and tried to catch your breath for a second. "Babe," you broke character briefly, trying to catch his attention.

Kei paused his ministrations, sensing the change in your tone. He lifted his head, looking down at you with a slightly concerned expression.

"Everything alright, baby?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of concern and affection.

"If you don't get cum inside of me in the next ten seconds, I'm going to fist fight you, m'kay?" Your eyes fluttered softly at him, voice soaked in need and impatience.

He chuckled at your impatience, his concern melting away and replaced by a smug grin.

"You really are demanding, aren't you. Far be it from me to keep my bunny waiting."

He gritted his teeth, eyebrows furrowing as he lifted your legs over his shoulder, pounding away. He watched as a ring of white arousal formed at the base of his cock, getting stickier the more he moved.

"Are you ready for this one?"

You nodded, playfully counting down to speed him up before you started 'throwing hands.'

"Ten, nine, eight, seven si— oh!" 

As you began to countdown, he scoffed, a bit annoyed by your playful attempt to speed things along. Once he was almost there, his irritation was replaced by the feeling of your tightness all around him causing him to moan huskily. 

All he felt was you. Every vice-like grip you unleashed around him, every slick drip slipping out.

You felt him force your face down in the pillows, muffling your counting when he approached his peak.

You let out a bunch of rough, jumbled gasps before giggling with your dry mouth. You decided to tease him, since he was obviously more far-gone than you were.

"I feel it twitching, gonna spill soon? Spill your seed and give me the pups I deserve?" You lifted your head off of the pillows, face fucked out beyond comprehension. 

He growled at your words, his hands gripping your hips almost harshly as he tried to hold himself back. He could feel the way you had him completely at your mercy, even as you were pinned beneath him.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you? You're going to push me over the edge if you keep talking like that."

You pushed your hips back, feeling his dick twitch again.

"C'mon, I'll count down again for you. Think you can cum for me by the time I get to one?"

Kei groaned deeply as you pushed back against him. He could feel himself getting close, the way you were teasing him driving him wild.

He tried to maintain his composure, but his breath was ragged and his heart was pounding. "Whatever you want," he whined, "I don't care, just— whatever you want, baby, please. Take it."

You pushed him, once again, all the way onto his back. You remained facing away from him, moving your lower body up and down, bouncing on his cock. He let out a strangled gasp as you pushed him onto his back, pinning him there as you took control.

"Ten, nine, eight," you counted aloud, a giggle permanently stuck in your voice.

You sped up, hearing him pant loudly like a dog, mouth shamelessly open.

"Seven, six, five, four, oh, are you gonna make it to one?" you cooed at him, feeling him lift his hips to buck up into you.

Kei felt his resolve weakening with each number you counted out. He tried to hold back, to maintain some semblance of control, but it was no use. He was weak. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with each bounce.

"Three," you counted agonizingly slow now, drawing out every syllable. So mean.

"Please," Kei breathed out, the word coming out as a whine. "Please, bunny, I can't hold on much longer."

"Two, oh you're so cute when you beg," you added, tittering to yourself. "One."

Kei was an absolute mess beneath you, his body trembling and his breath coming in spastic gasps. His fingers dug into the cushioning below him, his fingers puncturing the fabric as he tried to hold himself together.

But when you counted down to one, that single, earth shattering number, his control wavered and broke. Guttural moans slipped as he came inside of your needy cunt, his body bucking and shuddering as he spilled inside, softly spewing curses under his breath.

You felt your body practically split itself in half to receive his seed, drinking him up like water. 

As he came down from the high of his release, he lay there panting, feeling completely spent. His mind was fuzzy, his thoughts a muddled mess as he tried to catch his breath.

Kei looked at you with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "You really know how to a guy wild."

"Mhm, I know." 

You turned around to look at him, faux confusion on your face while you peered down at his exhausted form.

"Oh, but, who said we were finished? Bunnies need to get as many rounds in as possible. Are you weaker than a bunny-boy? You can't take anymore?"

He groaned at your comment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched you look down at him with a feigned innocence. He knew you were just teasing him, but he couldn't help but feel a flare of competitiveness rile him up.

"Oh, is that so? You think you can handle another round with me, stupid rabbit?" he asked, his voice dripping with a playful challenge. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you around to face him head on again.

"Eek—! Tsukki, I was joking, I promise!" 

He shushed your squealing and pulled you down. 

"Don't run, we still have pups to make, remember? We need my seed to take for sure."

[youaintnothinbuta]

Howdy! I would like to order something from Willy Wonka (2023) In which Willy unknowingly falls in love with Reader. He consults Noodle (also Lofty) and ends up also realizing that he gets jealous when he sees Reader's interaction with a boy (And sorry if my English is bad! The english it's not my first language)

Thank you for this request, it lowkey made me blush and kick my feet while writing it, and I have a part 2 already lined up if anyone wants that !!

“Are you asking me on a date, William Wonka?” — willy wonka x reader

Summary: Willy confides in Noodle about his growing feelings for you, leading to a revelation of his love. The next day, with Noodle's insight, Willy and you share a moment of intimacy in his room, and he nervously invites you on a date, admitting his feelings.

Pairing: Timothee!Willy Wonka x fem!reader (help never thought I’d be writing this but here we are)

Word count: 758

Warnings: disgustingly innocent fluff and maybe some typos

Part two here!

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Willy quietly made his way though the dusty, creaky hallway of Ms Scrubbit’s penitentiary, to Noodle’s room, as he could still see a faint glow coming from her lantern, a hopeful sign she was still awake.

“Noodle,” he said as he jumped into her presence, startling her slightly.

Noodle looked up from her book, noting the turmoil on Willy’s face.

“Something on your mind?” She asked.

Willy sighed, slumping onto the floor. “Yeah, something. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.”

Noodle, with her licorice wand in hand, responded, “Spill it, Willy. What's on your mind?”

Willy scratched the back of his head. “It’s Y/N. I mean, we’re friends, right? But lately, it’s like… I don’t know.” He trailed off, unsure of if what he was saying even mattered.

Noodle grinned knowingly, “Go on.”

“I just feel like I constantly want her, you know, around.”

Noodle grabbed her pillow and shoved her face in it to conceal a squeal.

“I knew it!” She cheered, “I knew it!”, she repeated herself more quietly, realising it was late at night.

“What?” Willy asked, his curiosity peaked.

“You’re in love.” Noodle smiled.

“Oh, I don’t think I—“ his sentence was cut short by Noodle.

“Imagine her with another man. How does that make you feel?”

Willy shrugged, attempting nonchalance. “It’s fine.”

Noodle arched an eyebrow. “Willy, you’re a terrible liar. Think about it, and be honest with yourself.”

Willy frowned, pondering Noodle’s words. A subtle realisation dawned on him as he recalled moments when you interacted with others. An undercurrent of unease washed over him. “Alright. Maybe I don’t like it.”

Noodle grinned. “You have to tell her, you have to!”

Willy’s eyes widened, “No! I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” She frowned.

Willy sighed, still grappling with the revelation. “But what if she doesn’t feel the same? What if it ruins everything?”

Noodle chuckled. “You won’t know unless you try. Maybe you should let her decide how she feels.”

After a long chat, Willy and Noodle decided it was best to call it a night, otherwise they’d both be scolded by Ms Scrubbit and Bleacher for being tired or slow or who knows what else.

***

The next day, you, along with Willy, Noodle, and the other poor unfortunate souls that were indebted to Ms Scrubbit were up at the crack of dawn, ready for another day of scrubbing, washing, and more scrubbing.

Noodle, with her newfound knowledge of Willy’s feelings for you, couldn’t help but notice you sneaking peaks at Willy, constantly. Every time she caught you looking, she’d go up to Willy and whisper to him, causing quite the unspoken tension between you and him.

Later that night, Willy was sat in his little room, fashioning all kinds of chocolatey creations.

“What could he possibly be up to now?” You spoke, thinking out loud as you stood at his doorway.

“Y/N!” He stood up, his heart racing by your unexpected visit.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” you giggled.

“No, no, you didn’t. I was just caught up in my chocolate musings." Willy smiled, trying to play off the moment.

You couldn't help but be fascinated by the chocolate wonderland around you. Willy, in his element, gestured toward the intricate machines and delicious creations. “This is where the magic happens,” he explained, a spark of passion in his eyes.

As you both leaned in to inspect a particularly intricate chocolate, your hands accidentally brushed against each other. There was a subtle pause, a shared moment of warmth that lingered longer than necessary. Willy felt a tingle down his spine, and for a brief moment, it seemed as if time stood still.

Clearing his throat, Willy broke the silence. “Would you like to try something special?” he offered, holding out a beautifully crafted chocolate truffle.

You accepted it with a smile, savoring the rich taste that melted on your tongue. Willy watched you intently, his eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and something deeper.

“You have a way with chocolate,” you complimented, breaking the spell.

Willy grinned, his usual charismatic demeanor returning. “Well, it is my trade.”

Before you left for the night, Willy hesitated, a nervous energy surrounding him. “I was going to sneak out of here tomorrow, go into town for a bit,” he began, “you’re welcome to join me.”

A playful smile danced on your lips. “Are you asking me on a date, William Wonka?”

He chuckled nervously, “Well, yes, I suppose I am.”

Your heart warmed, and you replied, “I'd love that, Willy.”

Part two here !

[luvyeni]

hellooo i just wanna request a public lake sex with sungchan because he's vid with anton and wonbin on the lake is always on my fyp and IN MY MIND FOR DAYS damn it was worth it for sungchan living in the gym😩

❛LAKE SIDE❜ (j. sungchan)

p. jung sungchan x fem!reader w. 0.6k

warnings? public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cumming inside

— 𖦹 ( fucking sungchan in the lake on vacation ) !

"i want to go in the lake." sungchan looked up from his phone as you made your way into the livingroom in the cabin you guys were staying in, almost choking on his tongue at your attire — short shorts , unbuttoned revealing the top park of your bikini bottoms , and you didn't even bother to put on a top , your bikini top barely covering your bust.

"we went this morning , i told you to get up , you're the one who slept in." shotaro said. "because who gots up at 10 am to go swimming?" you rolled your eyes at your brother. "and who has to go to the lake by themselves." you kissed your teeth. "asshole." you pouted , sungchan quickly spoke up before you turned to go back to your room. "i'll go with you."

"really?" your eyes lit up with excitement. "see out of all my brothers friends , this is why i like you the most." you turned on your feet , skipping back to your room to grab your things , ignoring the gasp from the others in the room.

"you didn't have to do that , she so spoiled already , no one ever says no to her." shotaro said , sunghoon shrugged. "it's fine , i don't mind." eunseok scoffed. "that's because he finds your sister hot." sungchan tossed the pillow at his friends head. "shut up."

eunseok wasn't wrong , he did find you incredibly attractive , he had so since he met you almost 4 years ago — that just wasn't something he didn't want his friend to know. "ew , i don't need to know that." shotaro's face curled up in disgust. "that is none of my business."

you soon returned with your things , sungchan waiting for you at the door. "you ready?" you noodded , sliding your shoes on. "let's go." you guys said your goodbyes , leaving the house.

the lake was a short walk from the house , so you both spent the time talking and joking around. you made your way to the dock sitting your towel down , kicking your shoes off. he tried his best to keep his cock from getting hard as you strip down to your bikini. "you coming in?"

he nodded , coughing awkwardly as he took his shirt off , throwing it down next to your towel. "look who's been in the gym." he blushed as you so nonchalantly eyed his abs up and down. "i-i guess." you chuckled , grabbing his hand. "let's jump in together."

he clutched your hand as you both jumped into the cold lake water , you squealed at the shock. "it's cold!" he laughed , wiping the water from his eyes. "it will get warmer , give it a moment." you nodded , swimming around him , his eyes following closely as you swam on your back.

you were aware he was staring , you always were because he never tried to be discreet , it was so cute. you were so happy when he offered to go with you , and it would just be you too , so no one would bother you. "you know , you stare alot."

his ears where red , you had caught him. "i'm sorry." he said , you probably thought he was a creep now. "don't apologize , i like it." his eyes widened. "you do?" you hummed , swimming closer to him. "of course i do , i wouldn't have been so excited when you agreed to come with me."

"you were excited?" you could hear the confidence in his voice increase. "of course , you're always avoiding me." you pouted , cocking your head to the side. having enough of the teasing , he grabbed your hand , pulling you close , bodies pressing together. "that's because it's hard to resist you." he said. "it's impossible to not get hard around you when you're constantly walking around the house in those short shorts." he whispered against your ear , kissing it. "s-sungchan."

the way you said his name , made him loose all composure , smashing his lips against yours — your hand trailed down his abs , fiddling with the waistband of his swim trunks , the act alone had his cock hardening.

he pulled away , his forehead pressed against yours , heavily as you grabbed his cock in his hand , running your fingers over the tip. "o-oh fuck." he groaned , holding you tighter as you jerked his cock. "you're so big." you squeezed the base. "i want you inside me."

he groaned at your words , he felt like this was a dream. the girl he lusted over for 4 years , was currently jerking him off , the lake water was clear enough for him to get a good look. "sungchan." you whined , "please touch me."

he left little kisses on your neck , moving your bikini top to the side , running his finger over your exposed nipple. "fu-fuck." you squeezed the base once again. "sh-shit baby , if you keep doing that , im gonna cum." he grunted , pinching your nipple. "wanna fuck you first."

you removed your hands from his shorts , he grabbed the back of your thighs , wrapping your legs around his waist , the water resting right below your belly button as he pulled his shorts down enough to free his cock , fucking it against your cunt , you whined. "su-sungchan please fuck me." you whined , he tsked. "so eager baby." he smirked , as he eased you down on his cock. "so-so tight."

he held you by the waist , moving you up and down on his cock. "you don't know -fuck- don't know how long i've been waiting to fuck you." he grunted , "tried my best." you were moaning so loud , you were glad that you were alone , because they definitely would have heard.

"fuck , you don't know how many times i wanted to bend you over your kitchen sink and fuck you everytime you pranced around in those tiny fucking shorts." he fucked up into faster. "then you invite me out here in this tiny ass bikini , it's like you wanted me to fuck you. didn't you?"

"y-yes fuck!" you moaned. "pl-please , m'gonna cum." he could feel you clenching around him , your tight cunt , squeezing him. "fu-fuck me too , im not wearing a condom." he would've brought you some had he known. "don't care , -shit- want you inside." he almost came right then in there.

"sungchan im cumming!" you clenched tightly around him. "that's it , cum for me." he stimulated your nipples furthering your orgasm. "fu-fuck princess im gonna cum -shit- im cumming !" he cursed , his cum painting your insides white. "fu-fuck you're so perfect." he groaned , emptying himself inside you.

he smiled , holding you in his arms, both of you used to water , it felt good against your skin. "what do we tell your brother?" you played with the hair on the back of his neck. "nothing." you said. "nothing?" you hummed. "it's none of his business , we're adults no? i don't ask who he's seeing." you kissed his lips. "i guess so."

"well then he shouldn't ask me who im seeing."

©️LUVYENI

[oneforthemunny]

car troubles |dom!eddie munson x brat!reader|

prompt: "don't make me pull this van over" with dom!eddie. based off this ask from horny hours yesterday. this ended up being much longer that I expected it to be so enjoy lol.

contains: minors dni 18+. dom!mean!brat tamer!eddie, sub!brat!reader, spanking, exhibitonism, all consensual and pre-consented to.

"I saw you, Eddie!" You shrilled, hand slamming on the console in between the two of you.

Eddie's teeth grit, white knuckled grip on the wheel, heavy soled boots pressing further and further onto the gas, the van flying over the backroads of Hawkins.

The two of you had been going at it since you left the diner. He'd picked you up earlier that morning, sweet kisses and gentle touches that left you giggly and dizzy when he doted on you, opening your doors and taking you to the small restaurant outside of Hawkins- the one you'd been begging to go to for weeks, a Woodstock renovated type filled with nostalgic junk on every corner, shambled together into an aesthetic, vintage, flower child vibe, and with the best waffles in Indiana, according to your friend.

Eddie was smitten, proud of how happy it made you when he pulled into the parking lot, surprising you with the breakfast spot. You'd squealed, wrapping him up in your arms, peppering kisses and nuzzling into his cheek with muttered "thank you, thank you, thank you" until he was blushing and laughing under your affection. "Anything for you, baby doll." He'd winked, playfully tapping your ass when you passed him into the open door, holding onto his arm sweetly, overwhelmed with devotion as you sat at the booth.

The free and easy vibe of the place was pleasing to you, casual and a little funky, while the two of you gazed around the restaurant, scanning the walls at the millions of vintage posters and memorabilia from the sixties and seventies. The entire place exuded causal friendliness, laid back and relaxed, which was wonderful; until you saw your waitress.

Sandy- as her name tag read, propped right on the neckline of her plunging shirt, breasts pushed up and the yellow, gaudy name tag rested half on the exposed skin. She made sure to greet Eddie with an extra wide smile, which he returned. She took your drink orders, but not before telling him his hair was "sick, like Slash" and sashaying away, little jean shorts riding up with every step. Eddie was elated at the compliment, making a joke about his bass playing skills to you, only to be met with your pursed lips, unimpressed stare.

The entire meal got worse, you shot daggers at Sandy every time she came to check on you, rolling your eyes and snapping your order. You knew you were being mean, territorial, but how could you not be?

Eddie tried to talk to you, sweet coaxing and gentle chatter that you returned with an upturned nose and a huff. Eddie ground his teeth, eyes rolling at the change in demeanor.

It wasn't until Sandy returned with the bill, dipping down low to place it in front of Eddie, hand on his shoulder and breasts practically in his face, purring at him to, "Take it easy, and drive safe." that you'd had enough. Eddie's eyes lingered to her chest, gawking slightly before blushing red. Your mouth fell open, jaw dropping in shock and anger, furiously kicking him under the table, sandaled feet knocking into his shin.

"Ow," Eddie hissed, eyes cutting to yours. "What was that for?"

"You fucking pig, you know what that was for." You snapped, slamming your hands on the table as you climbed out of the booth, storming out of the restaurant, bell shrilling over the glass door when you stomped towards the van.

Eddie blushed a deep crimson, embarrassed heat spreading from his neck to his cheeks. He could feel the stares of the other patrons, wide eyed and snickering. Eddie's hands shook when he reached into his wallet, placing the bills on the table before walking out quickly, head held low.

"Man, I'd never let my girl act like that." Some guy muttered under his breath when Eddie passed, his friends sneering in agreement. Eddie let his curls fall in front of his face, curtaining his humiliated blush.

You stood by the car, arms crossed and stomping your foot when he started towards you. "Hurry up and unlock the van." You snapped.

"The fuck was what?" Eddie asked, throwing his hands out. "What's your problem, huh?"

"Oh, don't start this shit with me, Eddie." You huffed, hand grabbing the van's handle roughly, tugging it while it remained closed. You knew it drove Eddie wild when you did that, the reprimanding threat to "knock it off" before the handle fell off. You smirked, yanking even harder, while he shoved his key in the door.

"Hey," Eddie snapped, gruffly and darkly. He looked at you from over the window of the van, eyes narrowed and dark. "Stop it. I've told you."

You huffed, feeling the doors click open before you ripped the door open, plopping into the passenger side. You and Eddie slammed the door equally hard, glaring at each other while he started the car.

"What's the matter?" Eddie sighed, tipping his head back to lean against the seat, tired and bored. You snarled.

"Oh, like you don't know." You snapped, shoving your seatbelt on with a furious click. "I don't mean to ruin your time with your little girlfriend in there."

Eddie gawked, wide eyed in disbelief. "Are-Are you being fuckin' serious right now-"

"-Yeah, Eddie I am!" You roared, throwing your hands out towards the restaurant. "You two were eye fucking in there the entire time, and you thought I wouldn't notice?"

Eddie's eyes cut to the building, seeing the eyes of the patrons watching him in amusement, lined against the booths by the window enjoying the show the two of you were providing for them. Eddie growled, throwing the van into reverse, pulling out of the gravel parking lot furiously, speeding down the backroads back to Hawkins.

You continued to berate him, snippy comments, mean and full of venom shooting back at him, shrill and accusing while he tried to remain calm.

Eddie took a deep breath in. "Baby, I wasn't looking at her, I swear!"

That led you to go nuclear, off the handle, shrilling your accusations with wide eyes towards him, popping his bubble of calmness.

"Her tits were right in my face, what did you expect?" Eddie threw his hands up. "I didn't mean to look at them, they-they were just right fucking there!"

"Yeah, because you'd been giving her signals the whole time, you piece of shit!" You screamed, shoving him angrily on the shoulder. "You'd been checking her out the entire fucking time, no wonder she thought she could put her tits in your face! I'm surprised you didn't shove your face in them right there! Sure seemed like you wanted to, you asshole!"

"Alright, hey," Eddie barked, eyes hard and angry when they flashed at you. "Stop it. I wasn't looking at her. I was just trying to be nice because she was nice to me-"

"-Of course she was nice to you, Eddie, she wanted to fuck you!" You screamed, throwing your hands out wildly around you.

"Well, I didn't want to fuck her, Jesus Christ!" Eddie screamed back, hitting the steering wheel angrily. "I was being polite!"

"Polite? Polite?" You challenged, turning in your seat to glared at him. "Fine, I'll start being polite too, how 'bout that?" You sneered. You saw his jaw tick, knuckles whitening. "I'll start being so nice and polite to every guy who talks to me at your shows, ok? I'll let them buy me drinks and touch all over me, how's that sound? Hm?-"

"-Stop-"

"-And you can't get mad at me because I'm just being so polite, right? So no big deal?" You sneered sarcastically. You could see him bubbling over with anger, fuming with every condescending threat that left your sharp tongue.

"I'm warning you right now to stop." Eddie turned to you, finger raised nearly touching your nose. "You better quit right fucking now. Knock it off." You smacked his finger away.

"Or what?" You challenged, eyes narrowed and fists clenched in anger. "What the fuck are you gonna do, huh?"

"I'll pull this van over right now and spank you right there on the side of the road." Eddie threatened, eyes flashing to yours seriously. You felt your stomach drop, tingling with familiar warmth at the threat. "That what you want, huh? Keep acting like a little brat, and I'll treat you like one."

You squirmed in your seat, the threat making you subdued a little, clenching your thighs at the threat. You watched him, jaw set and hoping the lingering threat would mellow you out, get you to talk rationally and calm down. Your mind flashed, the image of Sandy's hand on Eddie's shoulder, red manicured nails that you knew he loved clenched on his shoulder. Fist balled and anger flaring up, reigniting furiously in your chest, waves of jealousy and anger filling your bloodstream over again.

Your jaw ticked, lips twisting and rolling, eyes narrowing at him challengingly, venomous. "Oh, I'm sure, Mr. Big Talk." You scoffed sarcastically, rolling your eyes flippantly. "You're not gonna do anything because you're such a little bitch." You spat, his head snapping to yours. Eddie's mouth gaped, eyes wide and a little hurt, shocked at your verbiage, mean and calculated to make him riled up.

You bit back a smirk, satisfied with his hurt reaction. "You're all talk. I'm sure that's why you couldn't seal the deal with Penny Baker in there, right? She knew you're such a little-"

The van's brakes squealed to a stop, leaving you lurching forward, stopped by the harsh material of your seatbelt digging into your chest and waist. Eddie's eyes were narrowed on you, jaw ticked when he looked around, reversing back down the winding street into an abandoned parking lot, nestled behind the trees and forestry that lined the backroads.

Your stomach dropped suddenly, shrinking into your seat when you saw him pull around the decomposed shack that read Mel's in peeling paint. The ivy covering and climbing the boarded windows and crumbling structure of the building told you that it had been abandoned for a while. Unfortunate for you, seeing as that meant no one would come by.

Eddie threw the van into park, jostling you with the halt, angrily grabbing the keys out and stomping out of the van. Slamming the door behind him so hard it shook you, vibrations rattling all the way to your seat. You watched Eddie through wide eyes, tracking every angry stomp of his boots on the crumbled gravel as he rounded the hood, tearing your door open with a harsh yank.

"Wait!" You yelped, batting his hands away when he went for your seatbelt.

Eddie's eyes flashed at you hard, domineering and mean. You gulped, tummy erupting in nerves at his look. You knew you'd pushed him too far.

"I warned you," Eddie snapped. "I told you if I had to pull this van over, I was gonna have your ass, and you just couldn't stop, could you?" He spat angrily, ringed hands reaching past you to undo your seat belt.

It whirred past your head, clicking into place above you, Eddie's hands on your wrists. "Ed, wait," You whined, pulling back into the seat out of his grasp. He gaped at you in disbelief, eyes flashing in a warning that had you whimpering. "Wait, 'm sorry, ok? 'm sorry. I-I'll be good." Your eyes rounded, voice pouty and whiny, pathetic and submissive, how he liked it.

Eddie scoffed. "Yeah, right. After how mean you were?" He challenged, shaking his head. "You're damn lucky I didn't belt you in that parking lot after you acted like such a little brat. Show everyone there how I handle my bad girl and keep you in line. You embarrassed me."

"You embarrassed me." You snapped, biting and angry. Even in the face of punishment, you could be such a brat. "It's your fault. I didn't do anything wrong."

"Oh? You didn't?" Eddie raised his brows, glare making you feel small and stupid. "You didn't act out in the restaurant? You weren't mean to me and the waitress? You didn't throw a little fit and left instead of using your big girl words to tell me what was wrong?" You shrunk under his gaze, cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the way he talked to you, a naughty little girl getting chastised and corrected so plainly.

"It's not-"

"-If I hear you say it's not your fault again, I'm going to gag you." Eddie warned. "I'll take those little panties off and shove them in your mouth so you can't say another stupid thing. I should be doing that anyways, since you don't know how to say anything nice." You whimpered at the threat, eyes already starting to burn with tears.

"Now, you get out here right now, and bend over. The longer you take, the longer I'm gonna spank you, understand?" Eddie warned, stepping back so you could step out.

You hesitated, looking at him with your saddest, roundest, pleading look, hoping to melt his hard demeanor and have him change his mind; or at least spank you in the back of the van, hidden from the potential of bypasses seeing you.

He didn't budge, jaw ticking when his head jerked to the side, motioning you out. "Now. I'm done waiting."

You stepped out on wobbly legs, carefully placing one foot on the ground then the other. You'd barely steadied yourself on the crumbled asphalt before Eddie grabbed you, spinning you around by your waist. You gasped when he yanked your dress up, tucking the end of the dress into the back of your neckline, securing it so it was out of the way, leaving you exposed in nothing but your panties.

Eddie's rough hands found the seam of your cotton panties, a high cut little thong that barely covered anything. He felt his cock throb, tightening even more in his pants at the sight, how delicious your ass looked in them, leaving his mouth salivating at the sight. He knew he should leave them on, they wouldn't do anything to stop the stinging hits of his belt that were to come, yet he slowly pulled them down, under the curve of your ass and down your thighs until they were a puddle by your ankles. He could see the small wet spot on the front, sticky and wet with fresh arousal.

Eddie smirked, tapping your calves to have you step out of them, reveling in the little whine you let out before bringing them to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply before shoving them in his pocket. It made you clench, exposed skin covered in goosebumps. "Bend over. Grab the seat and arch that ass back, you know how I want you. Don't make me tell you again." Eddie barked, gruff and mean.

You whined, leaning forward at the hips until you reached the seat of the van, nails digging into the cracked and worn leather. Your arms stretched out in front of you when you wiggled back, a deep bow that left your ass up and presented to Eddie.

Eddie's hands cracked down on your ass twice, leaving you yelping in surprise, lifting up out of position. Eddie's calloused hand pressed down on the bare, small of your back, urging you back into position roughly.

"You know better." He warned, tutting in disappointment. "You know better than to keep those legs closed too."

You pouted, eyes already shining with tears when you bent back down, shuffling your feet apart until your legs were separated like Eddie wanted, back in a deep arch, hands out and grabbing the seat in front you. You could feel the cold breeze of the air gusting between your legs, shivering when it cooled and wrapped through your slick folds.

Eddie smirked, unfastening his thick, black leather belt out of his jeans, palming himself to adjust his hard length, uncomfortable behind his zipper. "You better stay bent over like that, you hear me?" Eddie warned, folding the belt over in his hands.

You nodded meekly. Eddie growled. Three thundering swats made you gasp, jumping and squirming under his heavy palm. Eddie's hand threaded through your hair, yanking your head back, scalp burning and screaming at the pain. "I asked you a question."

"Yes, sir." You babbled, lip wobbling, eyes pinched in a wince of pain. You throbbed furiously between your legs, feeling your slick on the inside of your thighs.

Eddie let your hair go, your head bobbing before bowing back down to look at the ground. You could see his heavy, black boots behind you, menacing and oozing authority. You clenched around nothing, trying to fight the urge to squirm, rub your thighs together for some friction.

Eddie sighed heavily, disappointed, your heart dropped. "I'm giving you twenty." He said, tapping the looped leather of the belt against your ass, rubbing the smooth material over your ass until you shivered. "And you're going to count every single one out loud. You mess up, I start over. You get out of position, I start over. Understand?"

You sniffled, clenching your eyes shut as you nodded. "Yes, sir." You mumbled, pouty and petulant, face blazing at the position.

You could hear the wind whistle through the trees, leaves shaking and branches rustling making you jump, back arching up before Eddie's hand walloped on your ass.

He huffed, a slow exhale out his nose. "Looks like we're gonna be here a while." He tsked, shaking his head at you. "You just don't want to behave today, hm?"

You whined. "I do, sir."

Eddie scoffed. "I'll believe it when I see it." He bit, readjusting the belt in his hand. He moved behind you, you could see his feet planted, apart and spread to the side so he could really lash you. Your tummy twisted in nerves, anticipation.

"You remember your safe word?" Eddie asked gently.

Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. How he could still be caring and sweet, even when you had been anything but. "Yes, Ed," You whispered, looking over your shoulder at him, eyes locking with his for the confirmation.

Eddie bit back a grin, rolling his tongue over his cheek instead, belt tapping in warning against your ass. "I'm gonna start." He warned. "Every single one, baby, or we start over."

You nodded, bending forward again. Your hands were clammy against the cool leather of the seat, feeling Eddie playfully tap the belt against your ass, mapping where his first strike would land.

Then you heard it, the swish of the air followed by a resounding clap! that sent you forward, stinging pain erupting in a thing strip across both globes of you ass.

You gasped, rocking forward, clenching your jaw and nails digging into the seat. "One." You grit, desperate to keep yourself in position, bent over and obedient.

Eddie grunted, arm pulling back before another stipe was added to your reddened skin, just below the first one. You cried out with that hit, knees locking and wobbling at the hit. "Two!" You whined out, head tipped down to the concrete.

Eddie brought the belt down in two short successions, where the curve of your ass met your thighs. It nearly sent you tumbling, buckling on the ground. You shouted out both number counts with a cry, shuddering as the burning sensation set in. Eddie could see the wet tears on the concrete beneath you, where your head tipped down towards it.

You'd made it to double digits, twelve, and Eddie was impressed, truly. He figured you would've sobbed, fell to your knees and cried for him after the seventh hit, but you were nothing if not stubborn. Stubborn to please him or to prove yourself right, he wasn't sure.

The whirling of tires, fast and approaching sent you flying up, wide eyed and with a little gasp, seeing the black truck fly by on the main road through tear blurred vision.

Eddie tutted behind you, a heavy sigh full of disappointment. "And you were so close, baby." He pouted, mockingly. Your cheeks flared, turning around to face him, his eyes hard and arms crossed, belt hanging loosely in his hand. "You just had to go and break the rules didn't you?"

You shook your head furiously, head bouncing from the main road back to Eddie. "No, no, Ed, I-I thought someone was coming-"

Eddie lifted his hand, cutting off your blubbering. "And I thought I told you to stay bent over or we'd start over?" Eddie challenged.

You gaped, wide eyed and shocked. Eddie shrugged, shaking his head at you. "Guess we're back to one, hm?" He jeered, nodding towards the passenger seat. "Bend back over."

You were baffled, stammering and pleading on his deaf ears. "Ed, that-that's not fair-"

"Excuse me?" Eddie snapped, taking a step towards you. "Did you seriously just say that to me?"

You clamped you mouth shut, eyes shining with tears up at him. His cock throbbed at how pitiful you looked, desperate and begging. "My rules were clear and you broke them. I told you what would happen if you did, and you still broke them, didn't you?" Eddie asked.

You opened your mouth, a whiny excuse on the tip of your tongue, silenced by Eddie's ringed hand gripping your jaw. "Didn't you?" He asked darkly.

You pouted, huffing at his harshness, tears blinking your eyes when you nodded. Eddie's fingers dug into your jaw making you whine, a warning look that had you fighting back an eye roll. "Yes, sir." You muttered.

Eddie released your jaw with a small shake of your head, stepping back behind you. "Bend over. Grab that chair, and I better hear you count loud and clear." He instructed.

You bowed back over, sniffling and red-faced with anger and embarrassment. Eddie was being so mean, so unfair. You were furious that it made you throb and drench the way it did.

Eddie's hits were lighter this time, but still unforgiving. Still left you crying and squirming, blubbering through tears and blurred vision while he wrecked your ass.

"What was that?" Eddie asked, tipping his head towards you mockingly. "Do we need to start over?" He threatened.

"No!" You wailed, sobbing at the threat, tears and snot running down your face, pooling at the tip of your nose and falling onto the asphalt. "Fif-Fifteen." You whimpered, knees bouncing as if it might ease the burn and sting.

Eddie hummed, taking mercy on you, only for a moment before he tapped the leather belt back against your reddened ass, arm rearing back before walloping against your skin.

Your knees buckled, crying out in pain. Cries and emotions bubbled deep in your chest, spilling over and out of you through racked sobs, shuddering your shoulders and down your spine. "Sixteen!" You whined, high pitched and desperate.

Eddie looked around, head craning towards the road. He knew no one would come back here, couldn't see them from the main road, but he couldn't stop checking.

Eddie's ringed hand ran down your back, smirking when you arched into his touch. He sucked in a breath, palm smoothing over the warm, buzzing skin of your reddened ass, nails digging into the flesh to make you sob. "You ready to be a good girl now?" Eddie asked, smoothing a hand down the curve of your ass, moving dangerously close to your center.

"Gonna be my sweet girl again? Hm?" Eddie asked, moving his hand to your soaked center, two fingers swiping through your sopping folds.

You whined, breathy and needy, head tilting back in pleasure. Eddie leaned forward, resting his belt on your ass, free hand gripping your cheeks. "Hm? You gonna be good for me again? Be sweet like I know you can be?"

"Yes." You breathed out dreamily, tear stained cheeks nuzzling into his palm, eyes pinched close in pleasure, shifting your hips when he rubbed your clit, circling it lightly, teasing. Pleasure was building in your tummy, you were already so close from the belting alone.

Eddie pulled his hand away without warning, leaving you gasping and whining at the loss of touch. You started to move, but quickly readjusted your position under his warning gaze, lower lip jutting back at him. "Eddie, please..."

Eddie shook his head, picking up his belt. "You've still got four more, baby." He shrugged. You whined loudly, childishly, but you didn't care.

"Hey, you did this to yourself." Eddie warned. "But since you've taken your spankings so good, I'll do you a favor." Eddie grinned wolfishly, making your tummy flip and twist, thighs clenching.

"I'll do the last four quick, and we'll be done. Sound good?"

Your shoulders deflated at his offer. You were hoping he'd tell you he'd pardon you, exempt you from the last four and make you get on your knees instead, suck him off until he was spilling down your throat and your knees were bruised from the asphalt.

"No..." You fussed, lip wobbling and the familiar burn of a cry filling your throat and nose. You stomped your foot on the asphalt. "Eddie, please, just be done, please." You snapped.

Eddie's brows lifted, feigned, exaggerated shock. "Are you seriously still whining?" He asked. "And here I was thinking you'd learned your lesson. Hm, maybe I was being too easy on ya."

"No, you aren't. I just want to be done, please!" You whined, stomping your feet into the asphalt, huffy and furious. Your knees bounced, squirming and crying. "I just wanna be done-"

"You still have four more," Eddie said sternly. "And it seems like you need them, baby, look at you. So bratty still?"

"I'm not, Eddie!" You cried out, huffing furiously. "I just want to be done. You teased me, and now you're making me still take more, and-and it's not my fault-"

You cringed, mouth clamping quickly, hoping he didn't hear you. You couldn't see his expression from your bent over position, but Eddie's grasp on your hair, yanking you up again gave you the answer.

"What did I tell you?" Eddie hissed, his nose touching yours, eyes furious and blazing into yours. You whimpered, giving him the most pitifully submissive look you could muster, a last resort to try and soothe him, get you out of trouble.

It didn't.

Eddie yanked your panties out of his pocket, balling them up and holding them between his fingers with his free hand. "Open." He demanded. You shook your head.

Eddie growled, dropping his hand out of your hair, scalp comforted from he release for just a moment before he hand you pulled tight against his hip, hand thundering down on your already reddened, sensitive skin.

You yelped, cried, squirmed, and pushed against him as he spanked you, hand hard and cracking down on your irritated flesh, reigniting the sting and burn. Somehow, his hand was worse than the belt, hard and unrelenting, leaving you blubbering and sobbing.

"I'm done with your attitude, do you hear me?" Eddie snapped, grabbing your face in his hands, fingertips wet with your tears. You nodded, sniffling and muttering apologies. Eddie pulled the panties back out, the fabric brushing your lips. "Open."

You hesitated before opening, barely unhinging your jaw before your panties were lodged into your mouth, gagging around the intruding material that Eddie shoved in.

You looked ruined; tear stained face, swollen and snotty with your cries, mouth full and barely closing around your panties, hair messed from his harsh pulls on your scalp. Eddie swallowed thickly, his cock lurching and he could feel himself leaking into his boxers.

"I'm going to give you your last four, and I still expect you to count." Eddie warned, gruffly, his face so close to you, his breath ghosted over your wet cheeks.

You nodded, stumbling when Eddie let go of your waist, quickly bending back down into position. Chest heaving and sniffling when you bowed, wiggling your legs apart. Your jaw burned with the stretch of the foreign object in them, your panties getting damper and damper with every ounce of saliva that filled your mouth with the intrusion.

"Get ready." Eddie warned. "I'll still be nice to you and give them to you all at once."

Your shoulders relaxed slightly, thankful. You didn't know how much longer you could last with his teasing, keeping you further and further on edge.

Eddie huffed, hand cracking up on your right cheek, eyes training on the jiggle of your cheek and hip at the impact. "What do you say, huh?" Eddie grit, roaming your reddened cheeks, puffy pussy shining in between. "You forget your manners entirely?"

You shook your head. "Thwank ywou." You muttered around the panties, response muffled and slurred.

Eddie bit back a groan, tapping the belt on your ass instead. He looked around, scanning the road and the scenery around him, pulling his arm back, four blistering hits of the belt striping against your ass, darkening and marking the already reddened skin.

You wailed, dulled and whiny with sniffles, drool pooling out of the side of your mouth. "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" spilled out of you, slurred and muted.

Your chest heaved, sobs overwhelming you entirely, the snot running down your nose and throat, tears stinging and blurring your vision. Your ass ached, horrible and throbbing pain that you wanted nothing more to soothe, but you knew Eddie would correct you.

"Good girl, such a good girl, aren't you?" Eddie hushed in a gruff tone, rubbing your back gently, signaling you to stand up.

You stood, crying freely in front of him when he turned you to face him. His own face softened, cooing pitifully at you, thumbs swiping the tears under your eyes. "Aw, my poor baby, look at you, huh?" He cooed, shaking his head. "You're gonna be so good for me now, huh? So good now?"

You nodded, trying to respond around the wet cotton of your panties, damp and heavy in your mouth. Eddie held his hand in front of your mouth, fishing the wet cotton out of your mouth, strings of drool tumbling out with it.

You sniffled, rolling your jaw to soothe the stretch and burn. Eddie cupped your jaw, massaging it lightly while he pulled you close by the waist, free hand rubbing over your flamed ass. "You gonna be my sweet girl again?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, hands soothing the burn in your skin.

You nodded, wiping at your eyes. "Yes." You croaked out, lip wobbling, a hard, wet sniffle making Eddie smirk.

"Oh, I hope so." Eddie's eyes glinted, dark and daring in the sunshine, rays catching the amber flecks in his irises making your heart soar. "I think we should talk more about it at home, don't you?"

"Yes, Eddie." You replied obediently, brain foggy. Your pussy throbbed, desperate and aching for his touch.

"Hm, good girl." Eddie pinched your tear stained cheek, lips brushing delicately, tasting the saltiness of your cheeks on his lips.

You curled into his touch, needy, like you always were after he punished you. Eddie pulled you close, hand rubbing down your bare back sweetly, pulling you back towards the van. You reached to untuck the dress from your neckline, when Eddie's hand closed around your wrist.

"Nuh-uh-uh, baby." Eddie shook his head. "You leave that up until we get home."

Your brows furrowed. "But-"

Eddie lifted his brows. "I need to make sure you're gonna be a good girl. Make sure you remember to behave." Eddie's hand rubbed down the hot skin of your ass for emphasis, making your squirm.

"You sit down and think about how mean you were. Want you to remember what happens to bad little brats when they don't act right, ok?" Eddie hummed sweetly, his words making you pouty and your head spin.

You nodded with a little sigh, climbing into the van and lowering gently onto the worn leather of the van seats. The cracks, splits, crumbs, and tears of the seat made you hiss, lifting up gently with a whine. It rubbed uncomfortably against your cheeks, reigniting the furious burn with every scratch and knead against the skin.

Eddie started the van, eyes cutting over to you with a small coo. He squished your cheeks between his hands, laughing at the pout of your lips, how small and pathetic you looked. "Look at you," He laughed, a little teasing, just enough to get you blushing through wet sniffles.

You adjusted, moving to tuck your leg under your burning thighs, hoping to create a barrier between the burn of your skin and the rough leather, but Eddie stopped you. "Ah-ah," He lifted a finger, voice in a mocking coo that had your chest bubbling with embarrassment. "You won't learn you lesson that way, will ya?" He grinned, malicious, salacious. Your lips pressed together. "You sit all the way down, and you think about what you've done, ok?"

You huffed lightly, giving him a pleading look that he ignored. "Please? It hurts, Eddie."

"Oh, I know," Eddie mocked, mimicking your whine with an exaggerated pout that had you biting back a snarl, tears raising higher and higher into your chest, burning even as you took a deep breath to push them down. "That's the point, sweetheart." He quipped.

You did huff this time, but let yourself slide back onto the seat gently, holding back a wince to keep from giving him the satisfaction. "You said you were gonna be good, right?" Eddie asked, putting the car into drive as he started, the gravel mixed with the already choppy shake of the van beginning to irritate your skin further, making your squirm in your seat.

"Yes," You sighed, pathetic and desperate, looking at him mopey eyes that usually turned him to mush. You could see his bulge in his jeans, hoping if you could get him to believe you were sorry and complacent, he'd quit the mean guy games and finally let you cum.

"I'll be good. I promise." You said meekly, placing your hand on his arm, rubbing the veiny, inked forearm gently, sweetly.

Eddie smiled, pretty and loving with deep dimples that made your heart race. For a second, you almost thought it worked; almost.

"I believe you." Eddie smiled, moving his arm back to hold your hand, fingers laced in his, thumb stroking the soft skin. "But every time you lift up off that seat, I'm gonna add a stroke of the cane when we get home."

Your heart dropped, hand tensing under his grasp. He'd said it so nicely, sugar coated words that had you confused, reeling at the meaning behind them. Your wide eyed gaze met his, swallowing the lump in your throat when he winked back at you, devilishly.

"But you're a good girl right? So nothing to worry about, baby." Eddie smirked, one hand on the wheel, a slow cruise down the backroads towards Hawkins. His other hand holding yours, so he could feel every time you squirmed, pressing into his hand to move when the cracked leather grazed your sore skin.

He doled out three strokes of the cane when you got to his trailer, before he finally fucked you, hard and deep into the mattress, grunting in your ear about how you were his one and only girl.

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

She Don’t Wanna Marry Me

Part 4

16 Years Old

“Hey Y/N!” A familiar blonde ran up to you.

“Oh hey Jessie what’s up?” You crossed your arms as you spoke to the girl.

Lorraine quietly stood next to you as your walk home was interrupted.

“Nothin much.” The girl

Giggled twirling her hair. “I just wanted to know if you’d want to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance with me?”

Lorraine’s jaw clenched as she watched your face. She couldn’t tell if you were interested by the way you kept your expression smooth.

“I appreciate the offer Jessie but someone already asked me.”

Both girls eyes widened surprised before Jessie smirked her shy demeanor gone.

“Well I can promise you an extra good time if you go with me.” Her hand went to graze your arm with its fingernails making Lorraine scoff. You glance at the girl offering Jessie a short nod before you led the small brunette on the path home.

Once she was out of ear shot Lorraine let loose.

“Skank.” You barked out a laugh making the girl glare at you.

You raise your hands up in surrender.

“Hey what did I do? I completely agree with you.” Lorraine’s eyebrows furrowed.

You chuckle softly shaking your head.

“You really think I’ll let jezebel take me to the dance?” Lorraine shrugged her feet kicking a small rock as she refused to meet your eyes.

“Well if not her then what about the other girl that asked you?”

You shook your head.

“I turned her down told her I was planning on asking someone else.”

Shiny brown eyes met yours.

“Who?” She asked voice soft and curious as she bit her lip.

“I-“

“LORRAINE!” You let out a heavy sigh as Douchebag Danny came running up to the two of you.

The girl beside you shifted her attention to the boy running towards you. The moment gone the minute he’d stood in front of her.

“Hey..” he huffed trying to catch his breath. Hands on his knees as he bent over feeling as if his lungs were gonna collapse. “Hey.”

Lorraine giggled brushing a piece of her hair back. You felt your jaw clench knowing the tell tale sign of Lorraine crushing on someone.

“Hey Daniel, are you ok?”

The boy scoffed standing up straight still breathing heavily.

“Psshhh yeah I’m fine, better than fine actually I’m great.”

You rolled your eyes as you felt yourself almost puke.

“I heard a rumor that you were gonna ask me to the dance coming up.” Your eyes shot to the girl in question as she blushed, more nervous giggles and hair twirling as she looked up at the boy doe eyed.

“Maybe.” Pearly white teeth grinned at her.

“Well maybe I would say yes.” The girl squared her shoulders and stood taller.

“Will you go to the dance with me?”

“I’d love to go with you.”

You walk ahead giving the two space as they continued to talk. Douchebag following you as he offered to walk her home.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” You didn’t look but knew Lorraine was already telling the boy yes.

You walked into the kitchen rubbing daddy’s shoulder as he read a newspaper and gave mama a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey baby how was school?” You shrug grabbing an apple.

“It was ok I’m not that hungry right now is it ok if I just go lay down?” The two looked to you concerned but were quickly interrupted by a squealing Lorraine.

“I got a date to Sadie Hawkins.” Her mom laughed clapping a bit before kissing her daughters cheeks.

“That’s great baby. We’ll go dress shopping this weekend ok?” The girl nodded enthusiastic as her father grunted.

“And what little punk thinks he’s good enough for my Rainey?” The girl almost rolled her eyes at her fathers protective nature. You remained quiet as your grip on the apple tightened and the slight flexing of your jaw increase. Slowly making your way to your room as you wanted to avoid any further talk of the dance.

“Daniel Smith down the street.”

He huffed. “Isn’t he a little old for you?”

“He’s 17 daddy.”

“Oh stop it.” She hit her husband. “He’s a sweet boy his mother and I are in the same book club and he always lends a hand when she needs it.”

“Yeah all boys are sweet at first then they go looking for one thing and the minute they get it-“

“Stop while you’re ahead.” Mrs. Day’s tone was calm but the threat behind her words gave little sense of peace.

His shoulders sagged before he sat up straight again turning to his daughter.

“I want to meet him before you leave and he better have you home by 11.” The girl clapped hugging her father before helping her mother set the table. She noticed only three plates being taken out.

“Is someone not eating?”

“Y/n said she wasn’t too hungry. I’ll leave her a plate in the microwave.” As the trio ate her father broke the silence.

“So did anyone ask her to the dance?”

Lorraine scoffed. “Yeah, the town tramp.”

Her father choked mid bite a hearty laugh following.

“Damn it Raine.”

“Lorraine.” Her mother scolded making the girl shrug at the mixed reactions.

“It’s true. She did say someone else asked but it wasn’t who she wanted to take.”

“Did she ever say who it was?” Lorraine shrugged.

“No idea.”

The next day you were more quiet than usual and as you went to leave, Mrs.Day stopped you.

“Aren’t you gonna wait for Lorraine?”

You shook your head.

“Douc-Daniels gonna get her.”

She nodded. “Would you want me to take you?”

You shook your head already one foot out the door. “I like the walk.”

As you were leaving you almost slammed into the idiot with nice hair.

“Oh hey Y/n is Lori ready?”

You felt your eyebrows scrunch together. Lori?

You shook your head rushing past him.

“Don’t know but I gotta get going.”

This was last week, the dance was in a few days and all but one Day noticed your strange behavior. You were listening to music when Mrs.Day knocked on your door.

“Hey sweetie.” You put your phone down slowly taking off your headphones confused.

“Everything ok?” Mama laughed sitting next to you on your mattress.

“I should be asking you that darlin you’ve been quiet and we haven’t seen much of you.” You shrug.

“Just been busy.” The woman smirked.

“Avoiding Lorraine?” You flush slightly rubbing your neck.

“I’m guessing she was who you wanted to ask to the dance.” You stare slightly embarrassed as you nod.

She gently placed a hand on your cheek brushing some hair back from your face.

“I’m sorry baby.” You shrug again. “But I think you shouldn’t mope around.”

“You’re not mad at me for liking Lorraine?”

The older woman laughed.

“Baby if I got mad at you for that I would’ve hated you since we met.”

You stay silent. “How about we go get you something nice for the dance?”

You shook your head. “I think I’ll pass.”

She nodded as she stood going to her bathroom brushing her teeth as she got ready for bed.

Her husband resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Y/n just realized she likes Raine.” Mr.Day laughed.

“That poor kids been in love with her since they met, we just gotta wait to see if Rainey will catch up.” Her eyebrows shot up.

“You knew?!” He laughed nodding.

“I may not be the sharpest tool

in the kit but I know love struck when I see it.”

“I give it 2 years before they get together.” Her husband grinned.

“I think it’ll take longer than that I give it 5.”

22 Years Old

Mr.Day was quiet as he brushed his teeth, his wife next to him rubbing lotion into her skin.

“Guess we both lost that bet huh?”

Mr.Day chuckled. “I got until the end of this year but yes it’s looking like we were wrong.”

Mrs.Day sighed.

“Is it our fault?”

“Of course not! We can’t dictate her life. It’s better to wait for the right thing then to race for the wrong thing.” She shook her head.

“She’s getting married.”

“She’s engaged, she ain’t married there’s still time for her to figure out what her heart wants.”

“And what if it’s Rj?” At this Mr.Day scoffed.

“Yeah and what if pigs fly?” The back of her hand slapped his shoulder.

“Im serious.”

“And I am too darlin’. Look Raine may take some time but I think a part of her knows RJ ain’t right for her. Im hoping a part of her also knows that while she may not love Y/n she deserves someone who would love her like Y/N would.”

They stayed quiet until Mr.Day broke the silence again laughing.

“You remember Daniel?” His wife finally cracked a smile.

“Such a sweet boy.” Mr.Day laughed.

At the dance she had only talked about you and how she wished you were there with her. Daniel had tried to steer her concentration to them but ended up taking her home early. Their “first kiss” decent but no fireworks. The dates were nice but she’d find herself wishing she were hanging out with you instead. They had tried, going bowling, grabbing pizza, even small walks in the park. This went on for months before Lorraine had decided to end it. She didn’t feel the connection she yearned for.

Lorraine had come in crying she hadn’t stopped to talk to her parents she just ran up to your room pouncing on you the moment she went through the door. Her arms slung around your neck as hot tears met your skin. She was so upset she couldn’t speak. You consoled her and let her take your bed before you snuck out knocking on the boys door and punching him with no explanation.

“I was the one who taught her to punch.” Mr. Day grinned proudly as his wife hit him once again.

Back at your apartment, you had just finished washing up when you heard a sharp knock at your door. You went to open the door and found Lorraine on the other side.

“Raine?”

“So an apartment above the shop is better than our home?”

“What? No I-“

“Did you leave because you didn’t want them to catch you sneaking in girls?”

“What?! Raine-“ the girl stumbled into you. Big baby browns locking onto yours as soft hands stroked your face.

“Or is it because you hate me?” You watched as a light shimmer of tears lined her eyelids.

You grabbed her chin firmly making her breath hitch.

“Now that’s a damn lie Lorraine I could never hate you.” You sniffed and almost gagged at the familiar scent.

“Are you drunk?” Her body sagged against you her head hitting your shoulder as she nodded.

“And you drove here?!” She shook her head.

“I had Bobby drop me off.”

You sighed, picking the girl up bridal style.

She laughed arms going around your neck as she did so.

“You’re my best friend.” You laid her gently in your bed as you went to grab some extra blankets.

“I know.”

“I miss you.”

“I know.”

“I love you.” You stop, looking at her cheesy grin knowing she doesn’t mean it the way you want her to.

It’s only when her soft snoring hits your ears that you realize she’s fallen asleep.

“I love you so much more.” You place a soft kiss on her forehead as you go to sleep in the couch.

Once you throw yourself down you raise one arm behind your head, eyes staring at nothing as you wonder what you’ll do when she marries him.

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let's go to the beach | j.m.

synopsis: in which the beach is your favorite place

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The beach.

Yours and JJ's favorite place in the whole Outer Banks. The sand underneath your feet, the breeze, the fresh smell of the ocean, the birds singing, peace.

Heaven on Earth.

"You wanna go to the beach?" you asked JJ once he came come from work.

He had been working like crazy the past couple of weeks and you decided it was time for a little relaxation.

"Now? It's almost night out" he said, pointing towards the window.

You closed the gap between you and wrapped your arms around his neck, immediately latching your hands in his hair.

"You've barely been at home the last couple of weeks. You deserve some peace and quiet, even for just a couple of minutes" you rested your forehead against his and rubbed your noses together, making JJ smile.

"Okay, let's go"

You squealed and jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck. He laughed and leaned down to kiss your nose.

"You're too good to me" he mumbled, making you blush.

"Come on already" you grabbed his hand and dragged him outside.

You ran all the way to the beach, laughing and not having a care in the world.

JJ was trailing behind you, trying to keep up while laughing as well. He had been so stressed with having to work so much, he forgot what it felt like to be relaxed for a change.

"What do you wanna do?" you asked once you both stopped in front of the water, panting and smiling.

"Go for a swim?" he asked, letting go of your hand and already starting to take off his shirt.

You agreed and stepped out of your summer dress, leaving it neatly on the same next to his shirt.

He took your hand against and you ran into the ocean, water splashing all over. You dived in and swam for a little bit while JJ just sat and watched you, smiling to himself.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you. You always knew just what to do to make him feel better, just like now. All he needed was a moment of peace with you in your favorite place. The beach.

"Earth to JJ" he snapped out of it when he heard you calling your name and saw you waving your hand in front of his face.

"What?" he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and helping you wrap your legs around his abdomen.

"I asked if you were okay" you giggled slightly, pushing back his wild hair.

"I'm more than okay, I'm perfect. Thank you for taking me out of the house" his hands were rubbing circles on the small of your back, making goosebumps appear on your skin.

"You don't have to thank me. I hate seeing you so stressed out" you whispered, analyzing the bags under his eyes a little better.

His face gave away how tired he is, how much the job was taking a toll on him. The long hours, sometimes working on weekends, getting little to no sleep.

"I'm okay" he whispered back as he closes his eyes and soaked in the last rays of sunshine of the day.

"You're not, baby. You're so tired, I hate seeing you overwork yourself. You used to be so full of life and excited about the smallest things, and now you're barely eating or getting any sleep" you complained, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself even closer to him.

"I still have you, though. You make sure I eat, even though it's a little amount, you make sure I get some sleep, you make sure I'm still kicking it. I'll be fine as long as I have you by my side" his words made your heart flutter.

You leaned in and pecked his lips, resting your forehead against his when you pulled away.

"At least promise me you're going to take it easy from now on. Don't make me go to your boss and rip him a new one. You know I run my mouth and I run it bad" you said, making him chuckle and nod.

"Okay. We wouldn't want my boss to fell your wrath, now, would we?"

You smiled and shook your head, taking in the sight of your smiling boyfriend. It had been weeks since he had genuinely been relaxed or even smiled, and seeing him now made you love him even more.

"We're gonna be okay, right?" he asked after a moment of silence, looking at you deeply with his beautiful blue eyes.

"Of course we are. We're getting out of this dump as soon as we can, we're gonna go somewhere and make a lot of money and then come back and own all of Figure Eight" you listed out your plans, knowing how much he likes to hear them.

"Don't forget about the gold statues" he intervened. making you roll your eyes.

"Of course, how could I forget about the gold statues. They're going to be the island attraction"

You both smiled and leaned on to kiss each other again, soaking in the feeling of being in each other's arms.

Even though life tended to get in the way, you would always be there to pull JJ back to the surface.Always.

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Hearing nats genuine belly laugh for the first time

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Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Tickles

It’s impossible to read her.

Natasha controls her expressions and reactions to virtually everything.

If she’s happy, one corner of her mouth will rise. Angry, and her glare could kill you, but you’ll never hear her screaming or cursing.

Never mind laughing. She loves being sarcastic and her wit rivals that of Tony. But you’ve never heard her laugh with abandonment.

And you’re so curious about that elusive sound. If her few chuckles or hums have your head spining, what would a real, authentic and care free laugh do to you?

Sweep you off your feet.

Which is exactly what Natasha does, making you land on your back.

“You’re distracted” she comments, no expression as she waits for you to stand up.

“I’m not” you lie.

You’re always distracted when she wears those tight leggings and tank top to train.

How you wish you could be better at hiding your own feelings.

“You are” she confirms when she throws a kick to your leg and then flips you over, straddling your hips.

She’s right on top of you, a proud and cocky smirk that only increases her level of hotness.

“Whatever” you mumble, trying to get her off of you. She makes you work for it and you decide to poke her side to annoy her.

Then, the strangest thing happens.

Natasha giggles.

Your eyes widen and her hand covers her mouth. For the first time since you’ve known her, she looks mortified.

“Don’t you ever do that again”

“Do what?” you challenge, and poke one of her sides and then the other one. She giggles again and then traps your wrists in her hands.

“Stoopp” she complains but you shake your head no.

Pretty soon you’re rolling around, trying to get the upper hand and free yourself from her hold.

Once you accomplish that, you tickle her back and she lets out a squeal, laughing like crazy.

Between her laughs and your hands going up and down, you end up tickling the inside of her elbow and on pure instinct she throws a punch.

“Shitshitshit” she says when you get knocked out, your eye begining to swell.

“Tasha?” you come to your senses a minute later.

“I’m here” she says, her hand on your cheek. “I’m so sorry”

“You have a nice laugh” is all you can think to say, still pretty out of it.

She blushes-another first since you’ve known her.

“Let’s ice that punch”

“Mmkay”

—

Fifteen minutes later and you’re back to being fully conscious of what happened.

You’re leaning on a kitchen stool, a bag of frozen peas covering the left side of your face.

“What happened to you?” Sam asks when he sees the both of you sitting in silence.

“I tickled Natasha and she knocked me out”

“By accident” Nat clarifies.

“Allegedly” you open your one good eye and smile at her.

“Who tickles the Black Widow?” Sam defends her and you nod.

“Someone really stupid. Clearly”.

They talk about missions and training new recruits. By the time Sam goes back to his quarters you feel like your eye is less swollen, so you remove the frozen peas.

Natasha leans forward and touches the redened area.

“I really am sorry”

“It was worth it to hear you laugh” you grab her wrist, making soothing circles with your thumb. “Do you think Fury will want to take me shopping for my very own eye patch?” you feign excitement and she snorts.

“You won’t need one, but I do hope you’ve learned your lesson”

“No tickling a trained spy. Ever”

Natasha smiles shyly, and you get bold enough to ask something else.

“Wanna grab dinner with me tonight? As reparation for my partial blindness”

“I’d like that” she smiles.

“I’ll see you later then” you stand up, already planning your date. “With my one good eye”

“Shut up” she laughs again.

What a beautiful sound

[copias-girl]

To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter IX

A/N: Don’t @ me if you can’t actually make a multi-way call on a rotary phone! Reader uses ✨satan magic✨ to make the aesthetic work lol

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•♥︎𖤐♥︎•

“Yes!” You exclaimed to yourself when you were handed a package by the Mail Ghoul, smacking a kiss right onto the cheek of his cold metal mask, leaving a glossy lip print that surely had the Ghoul blushing and swaying his tail in excitement. You had online ordered a brand spankin’ new bikini, and it had finally arrived. Thanking the Ghoul and closing the door to your room, you impatiently tore the package open, holding up the scandalously tiny scraps of black fabric.

Smirking kittenishly, you hopped onto your bed, laying on your stomach and dialling a few numbers on your ornate black vintage rotary phone.

“Hello?” Mable answered.

“Please hold!” You chirped, patching in another call.

“Hey girlie, what’s up?” Lilith picked up next.

Soon, you had all your girlfriends on the line, chatting while you kicked your feet back and forth on the bed and twirled the telephone cord around your finger.

“Sooo, the sleepover the other day was really fun.” You started.

“Yeah, I bet it was, with your little plaything there.” Emily laughed. “I can’t tell if you kinda like him or if you’re just leading him on for the fun of it.”

“Ooooh, we should speculate on that! Maybe cast bets?” Ava giggled.

“Did you guys hear that? That was the sound of my eyes rolling.” You smirked, giving nothing away. “Anyway, the reason why I called is because I just got my new bikini in the mail! Anyone fancy a beach day?” You asked excitedly.

A chorus of thrilled squeals came through the telephone, and you had to hold the receiver a little away from your head to keep from getting your eardrum blown out.

“You always have the best ideas!” Ava gushed.

“We should invite Rob! I’ll call him right after this!” Emily decided, and this time you hoped the sound of your eyes rolling wasn’t audible through the phone.

“There’s only one problem…” Mable spoke up. “Who’s gonna drive us? It’s shopping day and some ghouls took two groups of siblings to go into town. So they’re using both cars. She explained.

“I think I can get us a ride.” You smirked.

“Oh don’t you go asking that stupid Cardinal!” Emily pleaded, but you were already dead set on your decision.

“Don’t forget sunscreen!” You grinned mischievously, dropping the phone onto the hook with a click!

•𖤐•

A devilish smirk found its way onto your face when you spotted Copia strolling down the hall towards his office. He wasn’t wearing his biretta today, and you wondered if it was because you told him that you liked his hair at the sleepover. You skipped up to him, startling the man by tapping his shoulder.

“Oh! S-Sorella!” Copia gasped, wide eyes nervously darting all around, finding it difficult to look you in the eyes, especially since the kiss at the sleepover.

You just looked so beautiful; Copia didn’t want to get all hot and bothered, and it felt as though he really didn’t know how to act around you. You kept reeling him in with your sweetness, intoxicating him by lavishing your gentle attention on him, but whenever the poor man would start to get comfortable, you’d do something to keep him on his toes.

At the sleepover, you had called him out twice for having a boner, which, admittedly, the Cardinal felt very ashamed about. You’d called him a pervert and made him feel bad, yet you continued to stay near him and even cuddle with him during the movie. Your words didn’t match your actions. He couldn’t tell if you were calling him ‘Rat’ as a pet name or an insult. You were giving poor Copia mixed signals that he didn’t know how to decipher, and the more the dwelled on it, the more confused he got.

“Hi Cardinal.” You coyly twirled a lock of your hair around your finger. “Um, I have a question?”

“S-si?” He asked, swallowing nervously.

“Do you have a car?” You enquired.

“Eh? W-well ehm, y-yes I do.” The Cardinal answered. “Perché?”

“Well, I know it’s a lot to ask but, could you drive me to the beach?” You pouted, and Copia just couldn’t say no to those big doe eyes as you batted your lashes at him.

“Of course, Sorella.” The timid man nodded.

“Oh, you will? Are you sure??” You asked, and he nodded again, a pitiful little smile creeping onto his face at your excited disbelief.

“Thank youuuu!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hugged him.

Copia’s cheeks burned, his body stiffening, gloved hands shakily daring to rest on your waist.

“You really come in clutch, don’t you, Cardi?” You teased, pulling away just enough to look at the man while your hands smoothed over his chest, toying with the hem of his pellegrina.

Copia averted his gaze with a shy little chuckle, staring down at the floor.

Curling a finger under his chin, you lifted his head to meet your gaze once more, intimidating the poor little mouse by silently studying him for a few moments.

“Come have lunch, then we can go.” You took his hand in yours and pulled him towards the dining hall.

“O-okay..!” He followed you like a pathetic puppy dog, blushing furiously as you held his hand.

•𖤐•

“It was like… so weird.” Lilith remarked.

“So she kissed him?” Rob asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, but only because Emily dared her to.” Ava clarified.

“Yeah but… She, like, straight up made out with him for a minute. With way too much tongue.” Mable winced.

“Well why’d you even dare her to do that in the first place?” Rob asked, crossing his arms. It looked as though he was upset that he wasn’t there to protect you.

“She told me to give her a gross dare so I did!” Emily defended herself with a shrug. “It’s not like I dared her to swallow rat man’s entire tongue for fuck’s sakes! I thought she’d suffer through a quick peck and move on.”

“Okay but get this: afterward, she even asked him if it was his first ever kiss and he said it was! He’s fifty years old! And he’s never been kissed! Let that sink in!” Lilith giggled.

“I believe it! I mean, have you seen the guy?? It’s not like the ladies would be lining up to kiss that.” Rob laughed, leaning back in his chair.

“I know right? It was so weird though because then she was all over him during the movie.” Emily wrinkled her nose in disgust.

“Yeah but it was a horror movie, and you know how she gets. When we watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre that one time, she was constricting around me like a serpent!” Mable pointed out.

“I think I’d rather get jump-scared all alone rather than have to cuddle with that pathetic old loser.” Emily snorted, causing Rob to laugh.

“Nema to that! He’s such a little creep about it too! I think I even heard her calling him a perv!” Ava added.

Lilith gasped. “Eww! He was probably getting off on it! He probably had a raging bon-”

•𖤐•

You didn’t let go of the Cardinal’s hand until you had pulled him into the chair next to you as you sat at one of the long tables with all of your friends. You caught the tail end of the group’s conversation, and you could tell they’d been gossiping about you and Copia. You wished you’d been there to hear the full thing; you would have paid actual money to see Rob’s reaction when he was told about you sharing a heated kiss with the rat man.

The table went quiet, your friends clearing their throats awkwardly and looking amongst themselves.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. What were you guys talking about?” You mischievously enquired, taking one of the honey brioche buns out of the basket on the table and buttering it.

“Well, nothi-” Ava murmured, averting her gaze but getting interrupted by Rob.

“Oh hey, lover boy!” He greeted the Cardinal condescendingly. “Did you enjoy getting your jollies from that pity-kiss? Must have been some first, huh?” He sneered before turning to you. “Did you wash your mouth out with bleach, afterwards? Or maybe rat-poison?”

Copia’s breath caught in his throat. Poor thing, his face was as red as the raspberry jam on the table. His dichromatic eyes were pitifully wide, mouth hanging open in utter surprise while the humiliated flush on his cheeks spread across the bridge of his nose and to the tips of his ears like wildfire. He was hurt by Rob’s words; it wasn’t like that at all! He wasn’t getting his jollies from you. It wasn’t his fault that his body reacted so strongly to you; he really did feel terrible about it, but he just couldn’t help the effect you had on him.

You let Copia flounder for a bit before having mercy on him, swooping in to save him.

“Be nice, Rob.” You tutted, gently running your fingers through the soft hair at the base of Copia’s neck, as if he was your little pet. “Co-Co’s the one driving us.”

Everyone rolled their eyes, grumbling quietly while the Cardinal‘s wide gaze snapped up to you upon hearing your cute nickname for him.

“Well, do you guys wanna go to the beach or not? Because Cardinal and I can always just go by ourselves.” You offered casually.

“Aw come on, sweetcheeks!” Rob laughed. “I’m sure your little rat can take a joke, right?” He asked, holding his hand out to Copia.

Like a good sport, the Cardinal nodded, reaching to shake hands, but Rob only scoffed and pulled away just before Copia could take his hand.

“Too slow!” He laughed.

Your poor Cardinal meekly folded his hands in his lap while your friends snickered, congratulating Rob on his cruel trick.

“Could you pass me the cherry jam please?” You asked, giving Copia a little nudge.

The blushing man nodded, nervously reaching for one of the jars on the table and sliding it over to you, his eyes repeatedly flicking to you before staring down at his lap once more.

You opened the jar, tsking in disappointment. Strawberry.

Taking a little spoonful, you turned to Copia. “Does this taste like cherry to you, Rat?” You asked, a bit condescendingly, hooking a finger in his collar to pull him closer as you fed it to him.

The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm at his mistake.

“M-m-mi dispiace, Sorella!” He stuttered apologetically, scrambling to get you the correct jar.

“Thank you, Cardinal.” You smiled sweetly at him, dipping your spoon into the tart cherry preserves and holding it up for the man to taste.

With pathetically wide eyes and a quick self conscious glance at your friends, Copia nervously accepted the spoonful, his tongue swiping across his lower lip to catch a drip of the glassy red liquid.

You made a little show out of licking the rest of the sweet cherry nectar off the spoon, and from your peripheral vision you could tell your friends were all staring, unsure of how to react. A wicked little smirk tugging at your lips, not missing the way Copia’s flush deepened as he watched you lave your tongue over the spoon he’d just had in his mouth.

“Mmm so sweet, isn’t it?” You hummed, gazing at your Cardinal while he nervously nodded, stammering out a quiet agreement.

“Well, I’m gonna go get changed and I suggest you all do the same too.” You stood from your seat, placing a hand on Copia’s shoulder. “We’ll meet you out front?”

“S-si, I-I go and, ehm, get the car and- S-si.” He affirmed.

“Don’t forget your swimsuit!” You reminded him in a sing-song voice before slipping off towards your room.

Not wanting to be stuck alone with your friends, Copia awkwardly got up and scurried off to his room.

•𖤐•

You slipped on your brand new bikini, smirking in the mirror at the perfect fit before putting some summer clothes on top. You pulled on your Widow Rat cropped tank top, some black cut off shorts, and your chunky black platform sandals, the ones with the cobweb detailing and the spider ankle clasp. Of course, you had your usual black nail polish on your fingers and toes, and the look couldn’t be complete without your grucifix ankle bracelet.

You grabbed your black beach bag, throwing in your black and white striped towel and coppertone sunblock, snatching your batwing sunglasses on the way out the door and placing them on top of your head.

You strolled to the grand main door of the ministry, meeting your friends who were also all dressed in summer clothes, Rob even holding a black and white beach ball under his arm. You chatted for a while until you heard the sound of keys jingling and clattering to the floor, and you knew your little disaster Cardinal was near.

You turned, seeing the man pathetically fumbling to pick his keys off the ground while balancing a boombox on his shoulder. You grinned endearingly, your eyes sweeping over his form. And he was wearing a different getup for once! You’d only ever seen him in his cassocks, but now he was wearing some sort of burgundy track suit with a t-shirt underneath that said VVLGARI. He had on a different pair of black gloves, ones you suspected he used for casual occasions like this, yet he still wore his dress shoes which looked quite awkward with a sweatsuit.

“Oh, we can listen to music on the beach! Good thinking, Cardinal!” You chirped, and Copia’s nervous expression softened at your excitement. He set the radio down, his painted eyes flicking up and down your body, biting his lower lip at your exposed midriff, arms, and bare legs.

Copia swallowed thickly, trying not to gawk at you like a creep. Smoothing his fingertips over his moustache, he cleared his throat. “I-I- ehm, I like y-your, eh-” He stammered, gesturing to your chest.

“My what? My breasts?” You asked in coquettish confusion.

“N-no! T-that’s not what I-”

“You don’t like my breasts?” You pouted, batting your thick lashes and looking hurt.

The Cardinal’s eyes widened in alarm; he hadn’t intended to insult you! “No no, I-I do! V-very much!” Goddammit, now he was sounding like a creep! “Er-! I-I mean! T-that is not what I- ..I mean- I wasn’t t-trying to, ehm- W-well, what I was t-trying to say, eh-”

You crossed your arms in amusement, watching him struggle to keep his head above water.

“M-mi dispiace, Sorella, I was t-trying to say that I liked your t-t-t-”

“My what, Rat? My t-t-t-tits?” You teased him further, taking a step closer to the poor, distressed, pitiful man.

“Y-your top, Sorella!” Copia finally got it out, red-faced and out of breath from being so tongue-tied.

“Oh! My top!” You giggled in realization, glancing down at your crop top and the image of the rat on it. “Thank you, Cardinal.” You grinned at him, twirling a lock of hair around your finger. Of course you knew what he’d been trying to say all along. Satan, you had the idea to wear that top because of him, because you knew he’d like it. But there wasn’t a more delicious sight than watching poor flustered Copia strain against his own nervousness.

“What a weirdo…” Emily murmured to your friends, shaking her head disapprovingly while the others exchanged whispers of hushed laughter.

“I, ehm- I will go get la macchina..” Copia fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie for a moment, stealing another timid glance at you before heading outside.

You and your group followed and waited on the front steps of the abbey, basking in the warm sun while he went to get his car. In no time, Copia was pulling up in his white 1969 Buick LeSabre, and you all put your bags and the cooler of drinks in the trunk.

“Slick ride, Rat.” You smirked as you slid in shotgun, pressing up against Copia on the bench seat. Lilith got in next to you, while Mable, Ava, Emily, and Rob squeezed into the back.

“G-Grazie..” He blushed, gloved hands tightening their grip on the wheel as you placed a hand on his thigh, under the guise of steadying yourself to make more room for Lilith.

“You can always sit back here if it gets boring up there.” Rob offered.

“I think it’s pretty tight back there.” You turned him down with a smile.

“You could sit on my lap.” He suggested.

Copia’s worried gaze quickly snapped over to you. He felt selfish and foolish for thinking it, but he really didn’t want you sitting on Rob. Copia knew from first-hand experience what would happen, because when you had sat on his lap in the car, the poor Cardinal got so worked up that he came in his pants!

“Thanks, but I feel perfectly comfortable right here.” You replied, daring to rest your hand on Copia’s thigh once more. The Cardinal exhaled shakily in relief as you put his worries to rest. With a timorous little smile at you, he started the car and your road trip to the beach had begun.

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Driving was smooth and streamlined due to the clear and open road. A comfortable silence had fallen upon you all, so you occupied yourself with gazing dreamily at the Cardinal as he drove.

He was a surprisingly good driver, and seeing the sweet man like this only caused your hot passion to swell for him even more; the way he attentively checked his mirrors, eyes wide and focused on the road, licking his lips every so often. You wished you could lick his lips again. Ever since you kissed Copia at the sleepover, you’d had the most insatiable craving for his delicious lips, inexperienced as they may be. Perhaps you’d make out with him again, this time with the clever excuse of letting him use you to practice kissing. He’d feel so terrible and ashamed of himself; a kind young thing like you piteously having to do charity work for a pathetic 50 year old virgin. You bit the inside of your cheek to stifle a wicked grin. Oh, how you longed to nip at him and tease him and overwhelm him with your affection.

You sighed softly, biting your lip and studying the man’s delicious profile; his sharp sideburns, thin moustache, the lines on his face. His pointy, rat-like nose caused the corners of your lips to curl into an endearing little smile. Copia always had a pitifulness about him, but it seemed to be accentuated in this moment as he concentrated on driving, his eyes flicking over to you every so often.

You leaned forward to pop open the glovebox, deciding to snoop around to pass the time. Copia watched as you poked around through his things, finally discovering his music stash. You looked over the selection, grinning at the 1960s Italian tunes, an ABBA tape, and- unholy shit, is that-

“No way! Repugnant and Acid Witch??” You held the tapes up ecstatically. You rifled through more of the cassettes, noticing that your sweet little Cardinal’s music taste was actually very heavy.

“I didn’t know you were a metalhead, Rat.” You giggled, reaching over to pinch at his cheek.

The man smiled bashfully, a pink blush causing his freckles to become more prominent.

“You, eh, you like that?” He glanced at you before flicking his eyes back to the road.

“Satanas, do I ever!” You sighed dreamily. “They’re two of my favourites! I’ve literally gotten noise complaints from blaring Acid Witch late at night. And I think I annoyed everyone by replaying that one random ‘yeehaw’ in Voices of the Dead.” You recounted with an amused giggle.

“Ah! Si, si, I always liked that part!” Copia chuckled. He was genuinely relaxed for once, nearly all of his nervousness melting away. He was delighted to discover that you shared his taste in music. Oh, he could feel himself falling even harder for you. And the fact that you were speaking to him like he was a real person meant the world to him. Poor Copia was so used to people brushing him off at best or insulting him at worst, so it was beyond refreshing to have a conversation where someone wasn’t constantly making backhanded jabs at him. He loved the way your eyes lit up as you enthusiastically spoke with him, inching a bit closer to him on the bench seat and gently placing a hand on his shoulder. It felt as though your friends weren’t even there; hell, the whole world faded into the background as he grew more comfortable with you.

For a moment, Copia even dared to think that he kind of felt a little bit cool. He was- what did the young people call it nowadays? Vibrating? Yes, he was vibrating with you!

“I’m surprised you don’t like something a little more melodic. You know, something you can actually fuck to.” Rob chimed in with a sniff. He had attempted to play it off as a joke, but a slight annoyance was detectable in his voice, no doubt from the fact that you and the Cardinal were hitting it off so well.

“On the contrary! The very best love-making happens when death metal is playing.” You smirked.

Copia’s breath hitched in his throat as he did a triple-take at you, his lips parted and cheeks furiously flushed as he gaped at you for a few moments before having to tear his eyes away and stare at the road again.

“I think the Cardinal would like to agree, but he’s a little too inexperienced on the matter.” Rob sneered, causing your friends to erupt into laughter, covering their mouths and playfully swatting at Rob in congratulations for his joke.

Aaaand there it was. Relaxation? Gone. Coolness? Not even in his vocabulary. Thanks to Rob so kindly pointing out his pathetic virginity, Copia was now back to being the ashamed, humiliated loser whom everyone made fun of. He didn’t even look over to see your reaction, too scared to find you stifling giggles.

After a few moments of silence, you twisted the cap off a water bottle to wet your whistle. However, after taking a drink, the small piece of plastic slipped out of your fingers, bouncing and rolling and finally falling somewhere under the seat.

“Satan in Hell…” You grumbled, handing the opened bottle to Lilith next to you.

“Oh- Ehm, do you want me to-” Copia began to offer, but you only shook your head.

“No, just keep driving, I’ll feel around for it.” You replied, bending down and hooking your arm under the seat.

In fact, you were bending down so far that your head was right in Copia’s lap, your cheek pressed against the bulge in his pants. The man’s mismatched eyes were as wide as cherry pies as he stole a panicked glance down at his lap, already feeling himself growing aroused.

You fished around for the cap, huffing in annoyance when you couldn’t feel it. You reached deeper under the seat, burying your face in Copia’s rapidly hardening cock.

The Cardinal prayed to Satan that you wouldn’t be able to feel his growing erection pressing firmly into your face, and he resisted the urge to grind against your cheek, his breaths beginning to quicken as his heart hammered in his chest.

“What are you doing??” Emily asked.

“Ew, it looks like you’re sucking him off.” Lilith laughed, catching Rob’s attention in the backseat.

“I dropped the stupid water bottle cap and I’m trying to feel around for it.” You murmured, voice muffled by the fabric of Copia’s sweatpants, your words sending vibrations of pleasure through him.

Oh, you looked gorgeous like this, so gorgeous with your head buried in his lap, your tresses of hair flowing all around. The man’s cheeks were on fire as he tried to keep himself calm, tried to steady his breathing. The last thing he wanted to do was cream himself, but it was so difficult when he kept picturing you pleasuring him with your sweet mouth.

Just when the Cardinal felt as though he couldn’t take it anymore, your fingertips finally grasped the cap and you sat upright once more.

“Got it!” You held it up triumphantly before screwing it back onto the bottle. You caught Copia’s gaze, smirking kittenishly at him as mischief twinkled in your eyes.

The Cardinal swallowed thickly, attempting to stabilize his trembling hands on the steering wheel. This was only the car ride. How in Satan’s name would he survive the beach?

𖤐 to be continued 𖤐

[witchersmistress]

Bite me Sy

Hello my darlings!! Im sorry this took me a while to post, my PCOS is being a wicked bitch this last week and i have just been so so uncomfortable, but i did manage to finish this piece for ya'll.

Trigger warning: man handling, rough oral sex, female recieving, soft and fluffy Sy

word count: 2.4 K

 Sy chased you around the structure, you let out a squeal, barely escaping the big burly bearded bear man's grip. " Logan enough" you yelled back in his general direction. " I didn't mean to apologize again." Slow your speed, listening for the well trained army man.

" I warned you, sugah what would happen and now im starving" The last word was a low growl, you could practically feel his presence as you darted to your left only to be caught in his grip, you could only see him in the partial light of the setting sun but from what you could see, the man looked like a god.

Pinning me to the side of the house he caged my head  with his big muscular arms, his intricate tattoos peeking out from beneath his dark tee. His blue eyes looking fluorescent in the setting sun, his white canines glinting on the edge of his lips, turned up in a wicked grin.

“Now that I have you, my pretty little thing..” moving his arms from around my head to gripping my hips and drawing closer to my face, our lips just barely touching. My lips began to tremble as he kneaded my hips. “I'm going to eat you raw, until there is nothing left, every tender and juicy morsel will not be left untouched and without my mark so you won't ever forget” he latched on to my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth before devouring me. It was a clash of tongues, and teeth. His hands sliding down my hips, parting my legs with one of his muscular legs, he scooped me up and wrapped my legs around his waist and walked us around the back side of the house. 

Pushing his front door open with his foot. We made our way into his house as he kicked his front door with a slam before walking into the dining room and placing me in the middle of the table. His hands went for the button on my jeans and popped it as he shimmied them down my hips leaving me in my cotton panties. Discarding my jeans, he placed both my feet on the table and spread my thighs, “Do not move” he growled as he pulled the head chair out from the table and sat looking up at me through my  spread thighs. I could see him visibly harden in his signature cargo pants as he drank in the sight of me.

My whole body began to tremble as he scouted forwards in his chair and pulled my ass to the edge of the table draping my legs over his shoulder, my anklet catching his attention as he kissed my ankle before nipping at my calf. His darkened eye met mine “Do you remember what i said if i heard you apologize to me one more time?” His accent is thicker than usual. Biting my lower lip “ That if I apologized again that you would eat me..” I trailed off feeling a blush crawl its way up my neck and across my entire face.

He let out a low rumble of a laugh as he pulled his blade from his belt and brought it to the underside of my chin and tilted my head up to meet his gaze  “ I said if you apologize again. I’ll eat you. I will eat you slowly. I will savor every inch of flesh and suck every tender morsel. I’ll savor you like a goddamn dessert.” 

My legs began to quiver, as he took the blade from underneath my chin and brought it down to the edge of my panties and sliced them off. Then plunging the knife into the table. The cool air sends  a chill through me as it brushes against my damp inner thighs, as Sy spreads my legs wider, exposing me. “Please,” I whimper, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. “That’s right,” he bites out. “Fucking beg.” My heart pounds through my ribcage. “Please,” I beg, desperate to release all this built-up sexual tension. His warm breath brushes my clit, every nerve ending on edge. “Yes,” he groans, pushing his fingers between my sensitive flesh. “Such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” My body jolts, and I helplessly writhe against the table, reaching down for him. Burying my fingers into the neck of his t-shirt, I kick open my legs wider. “Please Please Please” I whine. He whines back, mocking me. “Please, I’m begging you, Fuck,” he sharply groans, rubbing my clit in slow, torturous circles, as I moan with satisfaction. “You’re so fucking wet.” He dips the tip of his finger inside me, barely, and the anticipation is beyond agonizing. 

Thrusting deeper, my inner walls tighten around him, and my stomach tenses. Without warning,  he quickened his pace, pushing his finger into me over and over, before adding in another. Curling his fingers in all the right places, he slows, stroking my walls. “Such a tight, little cunt,” he says. “Sy,” I impatiently moan, and that does it. Without wasting another second, he lifts me into his arms, carrying me down the hall to his room and throwing me on his large bed. Firmly grabbing my ankles, he pulls me to the edge, spreading my legs once more. He presses his lips on the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, teasingly. And finally, he takes me into his mouth. He races his tongue over my clit, flicking lightly in the perfect rhythm, then up and down the wet slit of my sex. Oh hell, he knows what he’s doing. Now I understand I've heard women call him Captain Cunnilingus. 

 He skims his rough  hands over my breasts. Yanking down my top ever so slightly, he pinches my nipples, twirling them between his fingers. This only seems to bring me more pleasure, as he thrusts his tongue inside of my core. “Oh my God,” I moan, writhing against his face. “Yes.” He trails his hands down my chest, ribcage, and hips, caressing each part of my body as he slips them lower and lower to my most sensitive place. Moving my legs further apart with one hand, he pushes two fingers inside of me with the other. “ God isn't here Darlin’ but I am.”

Thrust after thrust, he continues this beautiful  attack of sucking, nibbling, tasting. Savoring me, as if he’s literally starving. My stomach flutters, my breathing quickens, and I buck my hips, matching the thrusts of his fingers. Wrapping his muscular arms beneath my legs, he reaches for my arms, suddenly pinning me to the bed, giving me no option to escape. Fisting the sheets with my trembling, sweaty hands, a feeling builds up inside me, and bursts into pieces. I come undone, forgetting to breathe, toes curling. Riding out my orgasm, I grind myself against his face, until I physically can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck,” he groans, his face still buried against my wetness. “You taste too good, Darlin . I need more.” He tightens his hold on my arms, pinning me in place, and burying his face against my pussy. Just when I believe that it isn’t possible to come again, he proves me wrong, fucking me into oblivion with his fingers and tongue until I’m exploding with pleasure, even more than before, to the point of where I’m seeing stars through my eyelids. “I can’t,” I whimper, trying to break free from his grasp.  Except Sy doesn’t stop, the beautiful torment continues. “I can’t take anymore,” I gasp, hushed, little whimpers escaping my lips. “Oh, my God. Sy.” My climax consumes me, taking over entirely. Nothing else matters but the earth-shattering sensations. As a rush of wet heat flows from me in a way I’ve never felt, and I cry out, humiliation burning through you even as the orgasm clenches you in its grip. He moans deep in his throat, pushing his tongue deeper even as you cry out wordlessly, My inner walls spasm, my legs begin to shake, and I’m sure I’ve forgotten to breathe. Sy finally releases me, and I remain motionless on the bed, attempting to gather back any strength in my body that I can find. About a minute must pass before I feel his knuckles caressing my face. “Mine,” he claims. “You are mine.” nipping at the sensitive flesh of my thighs, then my stomach, my breast, my neck, before grabbing my face and pulling me into a soul searing kiss.

Sy’s POV

“Hi, baby girl,” I whispered. She breathed in and turned her face toward me. I gave her a small kiss before gently tugging her shirt back up. She blinked a few times and then met my gaze. “Hi,” she said, smiling over at me. I started to remove the sheets from the bottom of the bed. “Roll over for a sec,” I said once I got all the corners up. She rolled over onto the soft mattress protector, and I pulled the sheets completely off. She rolled back onto the bed. “I’m sorry.” “What did I tell you about apologizing to me? I will tie you to this bed and fuck you with my tongue, fingers and when you cant handle anymore and you are begging me for release, I’ll slam into and fuck you till you see God, do you understand me ” I asked as I threw the blankets on the floor—I would deal with those later—and pulled a fresh blanket out from a drawer. Looking up to meet her shocked expression, her mouth was opening and closing like a fish gasping for water. Her face was flushed red with embarrassment and lust, her chest was heavy at the thought of what I'd do to her if she apologized again. Letting out a low laugh, I approached her and grabbed her chin. “ Look at me” I growled as her eyes snapped to mine.  

 “Bu..bu…but... the mess I made on your sheets. That’s embarrassing,” she groaned and tried to pull away from me but I wasn't having it .Gripping her jaw much more firmly this time  “There’s nothing to be sorry for or embarrassed about,” I said, crouching down at the side of the bed to look at her. “I should be thanking you for the compliment. There’s nothing hotter than knowing I made you so satisfied you left a puddle on my sheets.” 

She groaned again, turning bright red, and closed her eyes. “Hey,” I said, tapping her cheek. “I’m serious. I’ve never been his hard in my entire fucking life, Darlin.” She opened her eyes and rolled them before moving to sit up. “Nope,” I said, stopping her. “Stay here a second. I’m going to go get something to clean you up, and then you get whatever you want to eat.” I laid the blanket on the side of the bed and made my way to my master suite to wet a washcloth with warm water. I needed to clean her up and cover her fucking body with that blanket so I could get rid of my raging hard-on. I slipped on some sweats and tucked myself into the waistband until it decided to calm down. Walking back over to the bed, I spread her legs and wiped her clean before throwing the cloth onto the pile of dirty sheets. “Thank you,” she said sleepily as I covered her with the blanket.

She rolled on her side and was propped up on her elbow watching me “What are you hungry for? I don’t really have any food in the house, but I will order you whatever you want we’re going to need some calories for you, "I said with a suggestive wiggle of my eyebrows. She gave me a look, and I shrugged. “What? If you think for one damn second that I was gonna feed you and send that sweet little ass of your home before the sun has come up, you’ve lost your mind sugah, I'm not nearly done with you yet. Now, what do you want?” “Pizza,” she stuttered. “Just pepperoni, please.”  “That's my girl” gave her a kiss on the head and a hard smack to her ass, she squealed my name as i got off the bed and I went off in search of wherever I had left my phone and let her rest. When I finally found it, I ordered the pizza. 

When I was done, I took a few minutes to try and relax my mind and my goddamn cock, he was being a needy bastard but it wasn't about him right now, this was about her. With a frustrated sigh I made my way back into my bedroom to find her fast asleep. I crawled under the blanket behind her and  pulled her into my body. She rolled over and rested her head on my arm and threw one of her legs over my hips. She could barely open her eyes. “Pizza?” “On its way. Sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s here, don’t worry,” I answered. “You want to know something?” she asked, burying her face into my chest.  I began to run my forefinger and thumb up and down her shoulder  “You’re going to think I’m lying to make you feel like some sort of god or something,” she laughed. “But I swear I’m not. A guy has never been able to make me finish. A guy has never been able to make me finish.” “what?” I asked, shocked. I rolled over to look at her “ You're serious? You havent been fucked properly?”  “Yeah,” she yawned. “I just always faked it to get them to stop trying. And here you are, giving me three out-of-body experiences in the span of a few hours.” 

I breathed her in, trying to settle myself before I said or did something’ stupid. But I didn’t have to. She had fallen back asleep. No one had ever in her entire life made her finish. What kind of fuckwads were out there? I would never understand men and their inability to care about anything other than getting their dicks wet and then leaving. Not bothering to check on their partner and see if they had enjoyed it as well. Shit, I could understand finishing first. It happened to the best of us. But you still made sure she got hers before fucking off home. I sighed. “What have you done to me sugah? ,” I said quietly to myself as I rubbed my eyes. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and set an alarm for thirty minutes to make sure I would be awake when the pizza arrived. I shoved the phone under my pillow and closed my eyes, falling asleep to the comforting sound of her quiet breaths.