#just gonna go scream after i hit post

[azurelyy]

ok, i saw your event and read through the prompts and as soon as i saw that last one in the smut list, i immediately thought of kiba, lmao.

so #20 for kiba with a f!reader? would that be something you're willing to do? ^-^

congrats on 100, btw!! super happy for you 💛

Manda! Thank you so much for the request, my love. Lowkey, I was hoping someone would choose Kiba or Koga for this prompt and I'm glad it was you. It really is perfect for him! 🖤

This is my first Kiba story, and I'm posting it for the Queen of Kibs... so I am a bit nervous. Thank you for trusting me with him and I hope you enjoy!

By the way... I realize these keep getting longer and longer and I am sorry for that lol. I promise I am doing my best to keep them around 2k words, but I am obviously not good at keeping things brief. I even trimmed a lot of this story out and rewrote it down from 6k... my bad.

🍋 Prompt: "I didn't say I wanted an apology, did I? I said 'Bite me again.'"

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, college AU/modern AU, fratboy! Kiba, mentions of alcohol, mouth fingering, teasing

You were about five degrees away from murdering Ino. You circled around the frat house for what felt like the fifth time, scanning every inch of the crowd for your best friend’s signature high, platinum blonde ponytail. Nothing. Again. You sighed and hung your head in defeat as you slumped against the wall.

Instant and immediate regret hit you like a truck as your palms grew sweaty and you observed the utter chaos that surrounded you. There was a slip and slide inside the living room, with various frat boys in their boxers taking turns and screaming, dumping beverages from their cups onto the guys as they slid by, chanting what you assumed was some sort of frat code that may as well have been in total Neanderthal. The smell of cheap booze and even cheaper cologne filled your nose and every surface was coated in a sticky, thin film of liquor. It was exactly as you imagined a frat party to be - bustling with sweaty college students, laser lights, and pounding music - it was awful.

Sure, I’ll go to a frat party with you. You mocked yourself as you walked back towards where you thought the kitchen was. You had circled the house enough that you hoped you’d memorized the lay out by now, but you couldn’t be sure since the only lights were strobbing so madly you nearly had a seizure. Definitely don’t have a million other things I’d rather be doing, or anything.

You checked your watch: 10:30pm. Did you even need to keep your promise to stay until midnight if Ino wasn’t even here with you? You huffed and walked towards a window, seeing a smaller group of party guests outside circling around a brunette in a leather jacket and black combat boots, shotgunning a beer. You watched, amused, as he finished the can and crushed it into his strong hand, tossing it to the wayside as another can was thrown at him. He proceeded to down three more beers, back to back. You shook your head and turned away - you wouldn’t be surprised if that idiot was the one to end up in the hospital due to alcohol poisoning.

Frat boys.

You scoffed as you realized that Ino was completely gone and walked towards the drink bar in anger, filling up a red solo cup with an unknown liquid, removing your sucker momentarily, and chugged- trying your best to ignore the chants of ‘chug, chug, chug!’ from around you - the alcohol burned your throat as you filled your cup again and glanced around the kitchen a final time. You sighed, rolling your eyes, and stepped outside for some much needed fresh air.

The party out here was much less chaotic, and you decided to take a seat on one of the lounge chairs by the pool as you watched a different boy join the middle of the circle and try to chug down a beer; a tall guy with light brown hair and purple face paint. He wasn’t nearly as good as the last guy, and gave up after only one and a half beers. The group all booed him, loud laughter seeping over the faint music, as you smirked and observed the back of the leather jacket guy. 

You could tell he was hot, even without seeing his face. His back muscles rippled delectably in his jacket; his strong forearms emphasized by the tight leather. He reminded you a lot of the guy you had been hooking up with all summer. He was just very... Kiba, with the way he effortlessly exuded an alluring energy, or the way he carried himself, all high and mighty like he owned the place. Deadly, focused; a strange wolf-like aura that let you know he had to be the leader everywhere he went. He even had the same messy, chestnut hair. You, briefly, pondered what it would be like if he crushed you in his big arms and immediately shook your head, looking towards the sky, embarrassed by your lewd thoughts. 

He’s in a frat. He’s in a frat. You thought, repeating it to yourself as if that would somehow make him less sexy. Frat guys suck. Frat guys suck.

“Hey,” a deep voice lulled, curtaining around you like a protective barrier. Your muscles stiffened as a stroke of familiarity washed over you and you slowly brought your gaze up. “Fancy meeting you here.” 

You locked onto eyes of liquid gold, slowly burning their way along your entire face before focusing on your lips. He had red triangles painted on his cheeks, and the kind of electric smile that could power a whole city. Your heart pounded inside your chest as realization crashed into you and your fingers slipped around the cup, nearly dropping it. Your cute sucker toppled from your lips and crashed to the cold concrete, shattering into a sea of translucent red shards. “K-Kiba?”

He grinned, showing off his perfect teeth in the light of the pool. Every inch of your body was set on fire as he slowly said your name, emphasizing each vowel as though he’d never tasted something quite so sweet and he leaned down to be at eye level with you. His rich amber and cedarwood cologne was slightly spicy and aromatic, cutting through the sharp smells of booze, as he firmly placed his hand onto your knee and continued chatting about something. His voice sounded as though it were miles away and you had to close your eyes to try and steady your heart as a strong hand reached out and cupped your cheek, guiding your soul back to your body.

“Hey, are you alright?” Kiba asked, concern laced in his tone. “This juice is really strong, so maybe you should take it easy.” He gripped onto the cup and guided it from your hand to set down next to the broken candy-coated shards of sugar from your sucker. His breath was tinted with the tang of alcohol, his face so close to you that you could practically feel the way his lips would meld onto yours if you just leaned in a bit more.

“Sorry,” you breathed, clenching your fists onto your thighs as you continued gazing at his cupid's bow. “I-I zoned out.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Kiba questioned, placing the back of his hand to your forehead. “You feel hot. And your hands are shaking.”

Yeah, because your face is inches away from mine and I want to rip your clothes off. “I’m fine,” you responded coolly, waving your hand dismissively, “Just… surprised to see you… here.”

Kiba laughed and stood up, extending you his hand. “I live here. I should be the one surprised to see you.” You took his hand and he immediately wrapped his strong arm around your waist, leaning his head down so he could whisper into your ear. “Wanna have our reunion somewhere more… private?”

Surprisingly, even after chugging three or more beers, Kiba’s speech was only slightly slurred. You nodded, unable to speak, and he gave you a wicked grin as his arm around you tightened, sealing your fate.

He led you back into the house, guiding you through the maze of people and up the sticky staircase. It coated the bottom of your high heels with unknown liquids, each step nearly tripping you due to the extra force required to pull yourself free. Kiba’s hand was your anchor as he safely brought you upstairs, his calloused fingers intertwined with yours like a comforting blanket. He turned to face you when finally reached the top with a look of concern, glancing between your eyes and your lips. 

“I’m fine, really,” you assured him, poking the tip of his nose, “I think you’re more drunk than me, Mr. Shotgun.”

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and you saw his face tint a beautiful shade of rose as he averted his warm eyes from you. “Good,” he gulped and reached for his jacket pocket, pulling out a small key, “I mean… I’m glad you’re feeling alright.”

Kiba’s hands were shaking profusely as he unlocked his door and allowed you go inside, quickly scanning the area before closing you in; trapping you with the beast. The room was a decent size, with two twin sized beds on either wall. One side was much messier, but you wouldn’t label either as tidy, per se. He looked back at you briefly as you stood in the middle of the room, uncertain of what to do. What you wanted to do was pounce on him, or have him push you onto one of the beds and rip your dress off. You heard his belt buckle jingle and felt heat sear its way up your neck as Kiba looped his belt around the doorknob and a standing lamp, securing it in place with a tight knot. 

“My roommate has the other key,” he said casually, “And um… That was a weird thing to do, wasn’t it? I can take it off.”

“Kiba,” you said slowly, feeling pinpricks in every nerve of your body, “Leave it that way.”

His gaze lifted from the floor and he looked right into your soul. You were breathtaking. Kiba briefly reflected on the beach trip he took with his family that summer and the way he had been instantly drawn to you. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, and he cursed himself throughout the entire rest of the summer for not getting your number; now here you were. In his room. Alone. Well, despite the raging party just outside of the door. 

He sauntered over to you, slowly, as though he were scared you would run away. Your heart was beating rapidly as he pulled you towards him - his magnetic force stronger than gravity itself - his arms enveloped around your waist as you left yours at your sides. You watched his sharp eyes darken as he stood a few inches away, slowly leaning his head down to rest on your forehead. 

“Kiba,” you whispered, gripping onto the edge of his leather jacket, the metal zipper almost icy against your seething skin. “I can’t believe it’s you.”

A growl rumbled from his chest as he pushed his lips onto yours ferociously. The kiss was animalistic, your teeth clicking against his as he sucked your tongue into his mouth and gripped onto your ass. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as you tasted the yeasty beer on his breath. It was musky and warm, almost inviting. The wall hit your back with a powerful force as Kiba moaned into the kiss and your hands gripped into his spiky brown hair. There were flames in your lungs as you helped Kiba pull your dress off, exposing your lacy set to him fully and he trailed his mouth down your jaw as he worked his free hand over your already hard nipple through the fabric. 

“I never stopped thinking about you,” Kiba rasped as he sucked at your neck, the familiar heat of a forming bruise rushing where his lips met your skin. You closed your eyes tightly as powerful energy surged its way through your veins and Kiba continued assaulting you with his mouth. “You look so fucking hot.”

He pulled back and smirked as he carried you to a small bed, placing you down gently and continuing to kiss every inch of your exposed skin as you kicked your heels off, slowly working his way to your throbbing cunt. His hands easily removed your panties and he hovered his mouth above your entrance teasingly, blowing cool air over your hot folds as you gripped tightly onto the dark bedsheets. 

“Kiba, wait,” you cried, grasping at his hair. He looked up at you and crawled back over your body, planting a quick kiss to your cheek. “What if someone comes in?”

He kissed your cheek again, then your nose, then your lips. Every sweet touch of his lips caused warmth to flood through your veins, igniting you in a hearthlike heat that you hadn’t felt since the last time the two of you met. “That’s what the belt’s for,” he said thickly, wrapping his arm around your back and unhooking your bra expertly. “Remember?”

You leaned forward and kissed down his neck, enjoying the way his muscles inadvertently twitched at the little caresses you laid across his body. As he removed your bra and rubbed a calloused finger around your areola, a boiling pressure formed deep within your stomach and you bit his shoulder, hard. You felt your fangs sink into his flesh and you pulled back, your face flushed with arousal and embarrassment, but Kiba’s fine mouth was formed into a toothy grin and he was saying something that you couldn’t understand.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. You’re bleeding.” You were writhing beneath him, trying to get him off so you could help him with the wound. He grabbed your wrists in one hand and looked at you so intensely that you were afraid of what he would do if you looked away. Every part of your brain shut off as he groaned, “I didn’t say I wanted an apology, did I?” He leaned forward, pushing two strong fingers into your mouth. “I said ‘Bite me again’.”

His knuckles hung from your lips as he moved his hot mouth to your chest and sucked a nipple between his lips, toying with your breasts until you were breathless and straining. You did as he commanded and bit his fingers each time he nibbled your puffy peaks, whining and squealing as he teased you with the barest touch of his rough tongue and tugged at your other nipple with his free hand.

What happened next was unexpected.

Instead of teasing you more, or kissing you, or making some smart-ass comment, Kiba pulled back and stood above you, slowly removing every article of his clothing and tossing it to the floor. Instead of telling you to move, he watched you with an unreadable expression. Not for the first time, you were awestruck by just how sexy he was - in the most primal way, as he removed his briefs and his thick cock sprung forward and bounced off the abs of his lower-stomach. Short, curly brown hairs surrounded his length around the base and trailed up to his belly button, his rosy tip already glistening with precum. Fuck, you wanted his cock in your mouth and in your cunt.

You imagined yourself from his perspective - your hair all askew, your skin glowing in the light of the singular lamp as dark shadows enveloped your curves, the way your eyes were blown out from lust and want - and you knew that, to him, you probably felt like a ghost who had been resurrected to the land of the living, something familiar yet new to him.

You smirked as you lifted your arms above your head and stretched. “If you need a reminder, I’d be happy to point you in the right direction.” You teased, lowering your voice into that husky tone you used with him all summer.

“I know what I want to do, sweetheart,” Kiba breathed, “I just want to look at you for a sec.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you reached out to him. “Come on, Kiba.” Your voice wasn’t much louder than a whisper. “Please. Want you inside me.”

He faltered and you saw his fingers twitch as he glanced to the drawer of his nightstand and you shook your head at him, reaching your hand out to him even further, stretching your arm so far it hurt. “Did you forget everything about fucking me? I’m on the pill.”

He made a broken noise and fell to his knees on the bed, one low note scraping out as he wrapped his arms under to pull you to his lap. His cock pressed against you and he paused to watch your face once again, completely mesmerized. You lifted your hips and slipped yourself over his head with a sigh as you wrapped your legs around him and pushed your heels to the bed, giving yourself leverage. Your face fell against his shoulder and you kissed the love bite you gave him earlier as he slowly thrust himself deeper inside you, stretching your drenched walls deliciously and gently. His breathing was ragged and gruff from how tight you were, his cock curving straight into your lower abdomen. Kiba closed his eyes at the new sensation of the angle; his body completely overwhelmed by the warmth radiating from your pussy and yearning to get deeper so he could feel you surround him fully. 

“Does this feel like I forgot how to fuck you, sweetheart?” He hummed, moving at an agonizingly slow pace. “Say it to my face. Say you don’t feel good.”

You dug your nails into the back of his neck as he continued his shallow thrusts into you; spare movements of his hips that made your breath hitch and come out in gasps. Desperately, you clenched your feet and pulled yourself forward, pushing him deeper inside you as you grit your teeth through the slight pain of how thick he was, but as he pushed so deep you could feel his balls slap against your cunt, every other thought in your head was lost at the sensation of being filled.

“Fuck,” Kiba groaned, rolling his hips into you. “You’re so wet.”

You dug your heels firmly into the mattress, trying to push him even further into your cervix. You wanted to feel nothing but him - his ferocity, his throbbing girth, his sharp teeth - even just thinking about him somehow getting past the point that evolution intended was driving you mad with lust. Your mewls were helpless as you gripped tightly onto his neck, your nails digging into his damp baby hairs, your little teeth sinking into the glistening skin of his shoulder once again.

“Desperate little thing,” Kiba’s voice was primal and deep, rumbling your entire core. “Just enjoy it, yeah?” You shook your head and he laughed at your pleading. In retaliation, you clenched your cunt around him and swooned when his laughter turned into a guttural moan of pleasure.

“Do that again, and I’m not responsible for what happens.” Kiba warned, scratching his nails down the length of your spine. You bit your lip, considering the warning deeply, before clenching again and pulling your head back to roll your mouth over his. 

Carnal clashing of teeth and slapping of skin were the only sounds to fill the room as Kiba quickened his pace within you, taking full control as he rocked his hips up in quick and jerky movements. Touching him, as much of him as possible, was all you wanted. Your hands moved all over his shoulder blades, down his spine, up in his hair. 

An image, so immediate it cut you open, filled your head: you, crouched over Kiba, his thick cock in your mouth, his rough tongue thrusting into your cunt; inside you twice over until all you could feel was him.

Oh fuck, oh fuck. You might have even tried to say it, and the hum of your words against his mouth was Kiba’s breaking point. His rhythm stuttered as he leaned your back to the mattress and he shoved your legs flush against your belly and moved into a half-crouch. “I warned you not to do that again,” his voice broke open into a rumble, like stones falling, and the air between your bodies simmered. “Now I’ve gotta punish you.” He punctuated his sentence by pulling your hips down in a sharp jerk. He thrust, hard, until you squealed and rocked back against him.

In this position, you wouldn’t last long. You held your legs up by the back of your thighs as Kiba reached up and placed three thick fingers into your mouth, not allowing you any space to think. He was so deep it was painful, but the burn was worth it to feel the rough muscles of his thighs rub against your skin.

You tried to speak which resulted in Kiba thrusting his fingers deeper into your throat, causing tears to well in your eyes as you continued rocking around like a baby trying to roll over. His rhythm was harsh, unforgiving. You could feel your breasts bouncing with each pump and knew Kiba was watching them as he smoothed his free palm over your chest, soothing your scorching skin. 

He listened to the thick squelching and watched himself thrust deeper inside of you as you laid with your legs pushed up; the position so lewd he had to bite his inner cheek just to stop himself from finishing too quickly. There was a thick ring of fluid surrounding his cock each time he pulled out of you; the sweet yet musky smell of sex lingering strongly in the air. He had thought about you every night since his vacation, and had definitely touched himself to you more times than he would ever care to admit, but he had never pictured you doing this. He wanted so desperately to take a picture of you so he could have it forever, and briefly smiled to himself when he realized that you might possibly let him do that - much later, but still, he didn’t intend to let you go again any time soon.

You were on the edge of writhing his fingers from your mouth to ask him for a better angle when he slowly drifted his palm down the length of your stomach and circled your clit with his thumb. It was all too much - the tight knot of heat in your cunt, the too-sensitive skin of your breasts, his fingers dangling from your mouth - you were overloading and god, had you missed him so much - but what ruined you was the way he nudged his mouth against your knee and placed a gentle kiss to your skin.

You came apart with a sob, clenching and driving onto Kiba’s cock as each spasm washed through you. He kept thrusting, stringing out his pleasure until you were a panting mess on his bed. When your eyelashes fluttered open, you saw his golden pools of amber watching over you. 

You nodded and adjusted your legs to hook around his waist. Later, when you were both less desperate, you would explore the subtler ways at making him shiver, but right now, you wanted to feel him come, and you wanted to feel it now.

You looped your arms around his neck as his face nestled into the crook of your neck and he pulled you closer. Muffled groans sang against your skin as his rhythm slowed to a maddening pace and he hummed into your neck. You could feel the vibration like it was in your own muscles as you tightened your legs around his middle, ignoring the sting in your hips, and pulled him closer, feeling your nipples graze against his hot skin.

Kiba came with a beastly noise, his hands squeezing you almost painfully and his sharp teeth sinking into the skin of your earlobe. You clenched down again and again, working his cock through the jerky spasms that you felt deep within the walls of your cunt as he drained his white-hot fluid inside of you.

He gasped and rolled to the side, pulling himself out of you with shaky hands. You hummed and nuzzled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close. You could hear his heart in his chest, steady as a beating drum, as he kissed your hair and held you tightly, as though you would disappear before his very eyes.

A loud banging on the bedroom door nearly knocked the wind out of you as you jolted from Kiba and the door opened just a hair, the music growing louder as it caught on Kiba’s makeshift belt-door-latch. He laughed and you both cursed profusely as you scrambled to find your articles of clothing in the dimly lit bedroom.

“Seriously, Kiba? What the fuck?” You nearly had a heart attack at the sound of a raspy man’s voice coming from the other side of the door as you dropped your dress from your hand. “I need the room, man. Stop jerking yourself!”

“Naruto!” Kiba shouted, pulling his shirt on and slinking towards the door. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“Maybe there’s another room…” Oh no, oh no. It was Ino. This was not happening!

You frantically waved your arms, trying to catch Kiba’s attention. You ran forward, sliding your dress over yourself without any underwear - you honestly had more things to worry about than going commando at the moment - right as the door opened.

Ino’s face was completely red as she watched a blonde - Naruto? - with a doe-eyed gaze. She was so drunk she hardly noticed the door open, but you saw her eyes light up with realization ever so slowly before she burst into a fit of laughter.

“You hate frat boys!” She shrieked, gasping for air and clinging to Naruto’s arm as though it were a life raft. “But here you are with-” Ino paused and looked at Kiba, who was just about as red as she was when he realized she knew you.

“Kiba,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes; either at Ino or Naruto, or both, you weren’t sure.

“Keyy-bahh,” Ino emphasized, tasting his name on her tongue for the first time. “I can’t believe this!”

“Just… give us five minutes?” You pleaded, gently shutting the door as Ino’s sun-kissed escort went to protest. You turned to Kiba and gripped onto his strong arms to adjust them to wrap around your waist as you nuzzled into his chest. “God, they’re both really annoying.”

He laughed and kissed the top of your head, resting his chin on you as he sighed, “Yeah, they’re terrible.”

You pulled back and he caressed your cheek with his thumb, enjoying the way your hair shone in the moonlight that cracked through his curtains. “Wanna go on a date?”

You gaped at him as your heart started pounding again. Would that ever stop happening when he was around? You hoped not. “Like… now?”

He shrugged and flashed you a small smirk, his canine tooth sticking out slightly from behind his upper lip. “Yeah, why not? This party sucks and besides, I think my room will be occupied for a few hours. I know a 24/7 diner not too far. That is, unless you don’t want to?”

He gave you a look that made you realize this motherfucker knew you wanted to go on a date with him, but he was so attractive that you only hummed as you slipped your panties on underneath your dress and pulled the straps down, exposing your breasts to him again. You watched as his Adam’s apple wiggled and you hooked your bra on, pulling your dress up and giving him a small twirl. Sweat glistened across his forehead and you walked closer to him, taking his hand in yours as you traced your index finger across the lines on the inside of his palm.

“I’d like that,” you whispered, feeling a bit shy. Kiba closed his hand around your finger and lifted your chin up with his thumb. He gave you a warm smile before he kissed you with the force of the moon, pulling you even deeper into his gravitational field; no small feat, considering this man had you hooked from the moment you met his sunlight eyes on the beach just over three months ago. 

“By the way, what time is it?” You asked as you turned to leave, Kiba following close behind.

“A bit past midnight. Why? Gonna turn into a pumpkin or something?”

You hummed as you reached back to take his hand in yours, enjoying the electric shock that coursed through your hand as his fingers interlocked with yours. “Oh, no reason.” Just like I promised, Ino, you thought. Kiba opened the door and you slipped past Ino and her hookup as he guided you down the stairs. I’m leaving at midnight.

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[isadora-greenhall]

This was inevitable. From the moment Scary met Willy this was going to happen

[yawnderu]

cr: @ave661

Simon wasn't a stupid man. He always knew better, knew to look between the lines even when you tried your best to be deceiving. Even then, the pure rejection you showed to your newborn baby was something not even the best actress could hide. Refusing to hold her after she was born and fully shutting down on Simon, screaming at him whenever he tried to offer any sort of help and support, only getting worse if he ever tried to approach you while holding the baby.

Post-partum depression is no joke, Simon realized after doing his own research, only then realizing just how bad it can get after accidentally stumbling on article upon article of mothers getting to the point of harming their own child. You weren't like that— Simon liked to convince himself despite the growing pit of dread in his stomach, anxiety seeping out of every pore of his body when even months later you refused to hold or interact with the baby.

It all came crashing down after he came back from deployment, the nanny holding his daughter while soothing her with calm words, doing her best to console the crying infant despite the tears falling down her cheeks when she confessed to him that you're gone.

Gone without a trace, at first. Simon wasted no time using his connections to know where you were. Laswell was the most helpful, giving him all the details of the help center you were in, yet even then, Simon didn't reach out first in fear of messing up your progress, not wanting to add more stress to your situation when you were trying to get better.

Four years. For four years, Simon's life was divided in deployments and taking care of his daughter at home, never once thinking about moving on, always asking Laswell for updates— updates she was glad to give him using her own connections, wanting to give Simon some peace of mind even if it went against the rules.

“It's okay.” Simon reassured his daughter, his long sleeves wet with cola that she spilled from her little cup. His home was the complete opposite of the absolute hell he grew up in, not allowing himself to scream, hit, or take out his frustration on the little carbon copy of himself sitting on the couch.

“'M sorry, daddy.” Her sweet voice made the corners of his lips tilt up into a smile, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head, taking off his sweater and putting it away, wasting no time on grabbing a towel to clean up the now sticky mess of coke on the table.

“It's okay, love. Jus' don't tip it, 's gonna spill.” She gave him a small salute in understanding, a cheeky grin on her lips when she saw him holding in his laughter, knowing fully well she's copying him— as usual.

The doorbell ringing got Simon's full attention, giving his daughter one last look before he went to answer. His eyes widened slightly the moment he saw your shorter figure waiting for him, purposely making yourself smaller like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, a small folder held in your hands. You're both quiet for what seems like forever, the only sounds coming from your daughter in the living room, the TV displaying a kid's show Simon put on.

“I'm so so—” You don't even have the chance to finish your sentence before you're being pulled into a tight hug, Simon's burly arms wrapping around your body, every single second spent missing you, secretly hoping you'd come back one day crashes down on him the moment he feels your arms wrap around his waist, holding him as tight as possible, as if he'd disappear if you don't hold onto him for dear life.

“I got better.” You whisper into his ear, rubbing his back soothingly when he doesn't let go of you. Not yet— not when the love of his life is finally back after years. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder before his face goes back to burying in the crook of your neck, taking in the familiar scent.

It takes minutes for Simon to finally let go, hesitation clear in his actions as he looked down at you, keeping one hand on your waist in silent fear of you seeping through his fingers. The folder in your hand gets his attention, giving you a questioning look before you offer it to him, managing to give him a small smile of reassurance despite all the anxiety and fear.

“My psychotherapist wrote it. It's... just a paper that shows the progress I've made from her perspective.” You stand awkwardly as he reads the document, taking in every single word written by the woman who has been helping your for four long years. You can hear your daughter giggling at the TV show, only making the anxiety in your stomach grow more by the second.

To your surprise, Simon steps out of the way to allow you into the home he created, his safe haven. Nothing changed from the last time you were here, other than toys scattered all over the place, likely from Simon being too busy bonding with his daughter to even clean.

You can see the little girl sitting on the couch as you walk closer, her brown eyes fully focused on the screen until she hears something from behind her. She's so much bigger now, looking like a tiny carbon copy of Simon, down to the little skull-patterned pajamas she was wearing.

She turns around after seeing you from the corner of her eye, her little face lighting up into a toothy grin as she jumps from the couch, sprinting towards you as fast as her little legs allow her to.

“Mommy!” You crouch down to her height out of pure instinct, almost being knocked off balance when she crashes into you, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck. The fact that Simon never stopped talking about you to her and kept your pictures warms your heart, being as delicate as possible as you hug her back.

“Y'look so pretty.” She has Simon's accent, making you let out a small laugh before looking down at her, cupping her cheek just to examine her features better.

“Thank you, sweet girl.” You're glad for the way she cuddles up to you again, not bothering to hide the tears falling down your cheeks at the sheer love displayed by the same girl you left four years ago. Your gaze drifts up to Simon, whose eyes are glossier than usual despite the fact that he's not shedding a tear. He gives you a small nod in acknowledgement, not daring to look away from the heartwarming scene in front of him.

“Daddy talks a lot about you.” She whispers into your ear, covering her mouth as if she's telling you the biggest secret ever. You giggle at the little gossiper, your warm hand running up and down the length of her hair.

“He does?” You whisper back, giving Simon a cheeky look at the admission, one of his thin eyebrows raising when he sees your daughter nod her head vigorously, giggling as she looks at Simon.

“Well, I'm sure he talks a lot about you too.” The pure forgiveness that comes from both of them drowns the guilt, if only for a short while.

“You're such a pretty princess.” Your arms wrap around her again, rocking her softly from side to side, allowing yourself to take in their love. It doesn't take long for Simon's resolve to falter, dropping to his knees and wrapping his burly arms around his girls protectively, planting a little kiss on your forehead.

Despite everything, there's no one else he'd rather spend the rest of his life with.

Dad!Ghost Masterlist

[kimstills]

i can see you

pairing: aaron hotchner x f!reader

summary: "here i was thinking that i was special because you would only look at me with that desperate look on your face, but i see that you give any old man that look, right?”

content warnings: jealous!hotch, reader is a panther (aren't we all), bathroom sex, mirror sex, p in v, sexual tension, unprotected sex (r mentions being on birth control but wrap it before you tap it!), rough sex, dirty talk, size kink if u squint, spanking, hair pulling, choking, dom!hotch, sub!reader.

word count: 3.9k (y’all this was not supposed to be this long lmao)

notes: day 18 of @hotchfiles marchhotchness 'self-image' but also HEAVILY inspired by this post from @softhairedhotch because it made me go FERAL and i love jealous hotch (but pls lmk if taking inspo was okay!!) this is also my first hotch fic ever so pls lmk ur thoughts or any other feedback <333

aaron hotchner was not a jealous man.

he had no right to be jealous over something that technically did not exist or someone that technically was not his.

and although he only had himself to blame for that, he really did wish that you were his. and as much as he was telling himself not to be, he was jealous.

but it wasn’t the typical jealous where he watched you be approached by someone much younger than him—someone your own age instead of his—and by someone who already had him beat in reciprocating that flirtatious energy you often used on aaron himself.

no, this type of jealousy was one that was boosting his ego and making him feel lightweight, albeit the fact that it still made him see red.

it was a typical night out with the rest of the team, all of you having agreed that the eight of you were in need of a couple of drinks after some long weeks of paperwork and back and forth cases.

you were all engrossed in the conversation, but you had left the table to get yourself another refill on your drink and had taken far too long than it normally would have, the rest of the younger members—all besides reid—having decided on hitting up the dance floor throughout the time you hadn’t returned to your seat.

it was practically natural for aaron to look for you in a crowd, but what he hadn’t expected to find was you, sitting in a bar stool on the right side of the bar, being hit up by a man who had to have been a couple of years older than aaron himself.

the front hairs of the man’s head were peeking of several grey hairs, paired with a matching grey beard and an overall radiance that screamed of that older man type that you were apparently into.

the sudden revelation made aaron feel dizzy, the confirmation of your attraction towards older men making his pants tighten as he watched the way you stared up at the man with that sultry look of yours—the one where you were somehow able to perfectly mix mischief and innocence seamlessly together.

while you had used that look on aaron countless times before, times where it had been only you and him alone in his office, way past working hours, he had never done anything about it. but, god, as he watched you do it to someone else, out on the open, there was nothing he was currently regretting more.

aaron’s train of thought was interrupted as he felt someone kick him from underneath the table he sat at, whipping his head to the person in front of him only to find rossi staring at him with a smug look on his face.

he cleared his throat, “what?”

aaron mentally cringed at the way his voice wavered.

“you gonna be done being jealous anytime soon and make a move or are you just gonna sit there throwing daggers at the guy?” dave asked, brows raised.

he took a long sip from his drink, trying to avoid the question for as long as he could as he tried to compose himself, “i don’t know what you’re talking about,”

rossi rolled his eyes, “oh, please, aaron. you don’t have to be a profiler to notice the way you can cut the tension that’s between the both of you with a butter knife,”

aaron’s brows furrowed.

“you have all the confirmation you need right there,” dave pointed his thumb behind him, signaling at you and the man, “if that’s not enough for you, then i’m declaring you helpless at this point,” he let out a sigh, standing from his seat, “i’m going to get another drink and if i find you still sitting here, wallowing in your thoughts after getting my refill, i’ll go up to them and encourage her to go home with the man.”

aaron’s fists clenched at the thought. at the thought of you sprawled on the bed of another man, wearing that same look you had on just now and staring up at him as you—

his body acted faster than his brain did, and before he even had the chance to process what he was doing, he stood from his own stool, not allowing for another moment to pass by as he stormed over to where you and the man were sitting.

from your side of the room, you can see aaron make his way over to you through the peripheral of your vision, the excitement of finally getting a reaction out of him making your heart skip and your thighs press together as you took into count the way his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.

the pressure you put on your thighs didn’t do anything to relieve the ache you felt in your core as he reached where you sat, coming to stand behind—was his name michael? although the stranger you had began talking to was definitely older than him, aaron was a good several inches taller, towering over the both of you.

he cleared his throat, cutting michael off from whatever he had been talking to you about as he turned around with a raised brow. aaron’s expression didn’t falter, not sparing a single glance at the man as his eyes landed on you, “y/n, can i speak to you for a moment?”

you mentally rolled your eyes. ever the formal one.

michael scoffed from in front of him, angling his body so that he was able to properly glare daggers at your boss, “we were in the middle of a conversation here, if you don’t mind?”

although your attraction for aaron skyrocketed in comparison to the man you had just met, you were thriving off of the jealousy radiating off of the one you wanted the most, the ache in your stomach only growing.

before aaron had the chance to shoot out a reply, you set your hand on michael’s forearm, giving him a small, but sad smile, “i’m sorry, michael,” you butted in, jumping off of the bar stool, “i’ll be right back, okay?”

another scoff comes from michael’s direction, “whatever,” he grabs his drink and rolls his eyes, “don’t even bother coming back,”

ew.

this time you actually rolled your eyes, grabbing at your drink and drowning the rest of it. you shrug, “older men are always a hit or miss,” you mumble, setting the glass down.

aaron’s hand comes to wrap around your wrist, a firm but gentle grip on it as he pulls you close to him, “let’s go,” he seethes in your ear.

you hide a smirk as you follow behind him, letting your body practically flail as you struggle to keep up with him. when he notices your staggered pace, he matches his footsteps with yours, moving his hand from your wrist to your waist as he guides you through the crowd and towards the hallway that lead towards the bar’s restrooms.

the both of you gave a silent thanks at the fact that there was no line, the hallway scarce and dimly lit with the exception of a few people standing together against the walls, either flirting or talking.

“what are you doing?” you ask, standing behind him as he knocks on one of the doors, his grip on your waist still very much present.

“you’ll see,” he mumbles, yanking the door open by the knob after no one replies and pulling the both of you inside before slamming the door shut behind him.

you try to take a good look at the interior of the bathroom, trying to guess if it was a good enough place to do whatever the two of you were about to do.

a faint gasp escapes your lips as you feel something hard press into your ass, immediately melting as one of aaron’s big hands comes to rub at the side of your leg, right below your hip. his whole body comes up behind yours, his other free hand coming to your stomach to press you into him.

“aaron—” you try to speak but get cut off as you let out another gasp, one almost like a sigh, as the hand that was rubbing at your leg sneaks further up and wraps itself around your hip, aaron’s thick fingers digging into your skin despite the material of your shorts that blocked his hand.

aaron dips his head so that his mouth is right next to your ear, his breath and the faint touch of his lips against the lower part of your jawline sending shivers down your spine.

“is this okay?” he asks softly, a total contrast from the vice grip he had on both your front and hip.

you nod quickly, your hand coming up to your right where he held your hip to wrap around his own.

“use your words, honey,”

the pet name makes you whimper and your thighs clench in spite of the fact that you were standing up. you let out a ragged breath as he awaits for your answer, the hand that was pressed to your stomach furthering down until it was right above your pelvis but below your tummy, pushing you further back until you could feel how hard he actually was.

you whine, your other hand coming to wrap around that one, too, “yes,” you sigh, “it’s okay,”

aaron presses his lips into that same spot below your jaw, gently and lovingly before whipping you around so that you were facing him and pushing you up against the counter.

not even giving you a chance to process what he had just done, his lips crash onto yours roughly, making you moan directly into his mouth. your bring your arms up around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and tugging.

aaron hisses, slapping at your thigh in a firm way that had you let out another moan.

“aaron,” you whine, pushing up into his chest out of desperation.

he hums, “do you want my attention now?” he asks through the kiss, “don’t wanna go back and talk to that guy you were all over just a couple of minutes ago?”

“no,” you mumble, huffing as he breaks away from you to wrap his fingers around your chin.

he chuckles as your lips form into a puffy pout, “here i was thinking that i was special because you would only look at me with that desperate look on your face, but i see that you give any old man that look, right?”

“no!” you whine again, your arms dropping from around his neck to wrap around his bicep, squeezing at the muscle to try and pull him closer to you, “just you!”

his confidence was beyond what it normally was, feeling you squirm from against him yet still wanting his touch, “really? so you weren’t planning on going home with that man? all those times you touched his shoulder or the times he would touch your thigh meant nothing?”

“yes, they didn’t mean anything!” you huff, “you’re the one i want to go home with all the time!”

aaron’s heart clenched at your confession, knowing that deep down you really did mean all the time. he had just never been sure if you truly were interested in living a joint life with him. up until now, that is.

he brings his hands to your back, right by your shoulder blades as he connects your lips once more. your shoulders relax and you lean into him with earnest, squeezing at the muscle from his bicep.

you hum, satisfied as he begins to run his hands up and down, resulting in the fabric of your shirt lifting with every time he went up, eventually ending up in nothing but rolled up fabric under his palm. he breaks the kiss once more to toss your shirt over your head and near the sink’s counter, leaving you in only your shorts.

aaron stared at your bare breasts, not expecting you to have not been wearing a bra despite the tight shirt you just had on.

you shiver under his gaze, opening your mouth to say something before he lowered himself and quickly attached a mouth to one of your breasts, the other one coming up to grab and squeeze at it. you moan, gripping onto the marble counter for support as he presses sloppy and wet kisses to each breast.

his fingers come to undo the button of your shorts, hooking them inside your panties before shoving both articles of clothing down your legs, signaling you to kick them off of you. you toed your shoes off as well, leaving you completely naked and bare for him while he remained fully clothed.

he turns you around gently, bringing you face to face with the sight of you completely stripped in the mirror, the image making you clench your thighs together once more as you stabilized yourself on the sink.

aaron’s hands soothed all around your body, a whimper leaving you at the feeling of his calloused hands groping at your breasts before moving down to your soaking pussy.

as if on instinct, you spread your legs open for him, practically inviting him to dip his fingers into your folds and inside your entrance. the thickness of both his index and middle fingers stretching you out. you knew you had always loved his hands for a reason.

a moan bounced off the walls as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, moving torturously slow before he began to pick up the pace. you could feel your slick drip onto the floor and probably onto the rest of his hand, but all you could focus on was shamelessly bucking your hips into your hand and spreading your legs for even more access.

“you’re soaking, honey,” aaron says, hand coming back around to squeeze at your breast again, leaving you gasping as he pinched your nipples.

you whimpered, “just for you,”

“‘just for me?’” he repeats, “not for anyone else, right?”

you shake your head no, pussy clenching around his fingers, “j-just for you, aaron,”

his hand left your breast to smack at your ass, making you jump, “good girl,”

with that, he takes his fingers out of you, a throaty whine leaving your lips at the empty feeling. you arched your back into him, but immediately stilled at the sound of him removing his belt filled the room. you watched from the mirror in front of you as he undid his pants button, reaching past his boxers to pull out his cock.

oh shit.

your mouth dropped at the sight of his dick spring out from where it had been confined, your slick hole clenching at nothing at how big he was. you knew that aaron hotchner was definition of big dick energy, always wondered what he was secretly packing, but now you wondered if you were going to be able to take it all.

he was thick, veiny all around with girth too thick that it hurt just looking at him. as much as you could tell you wouldn’t be able to walk after this, it excited you far too much.

you gulped, meeting his eyes in the mirror, landing on his hungry gaze, “is it going to fit?” you ask quietly, trying to bring your legs back together.

“we’ll make it fit,” he says, sounding confident of himself, a hand coming to stop you from closing your legs, “will you let me know if it’s too much?”

you take another look at his cock before giving him a determined look, “i will,” you nod.

he nods back, angling your head with his hand so he could press a kiss to your mouth.

you give into him easily, arching into him until you feel the tip of his cock slip through your wet folds and line up with your entrance. you had taken dick before, but never this big, so as he gave you one last look, you took a deep breath before feeling him sink into you.

you gasp, already feeling full by just the tip, though the slickness of your pussy helping you in adjust.

“still good, honey?”

you nod again, too busy focusing on how his length was stretching you out further than his fingers had.

smack!

aaron’s hand landed another spank on your ass, making you snap your heads toward him with a confused, dumbfounded expression. he glared, “use your words.”

you huffed, doing your best to not roll your eyes, “still good,” you replied, going back to focusing on how full your pussy already felt, “is it in yet?”

“almost, baby,” you whined again, pushing your ass back onto him and earning yourself another inch inside.

humming in delight, you felt aaron begin to move, setting a slow pace as he inched himself in and out to get you used to the length that was already inside you.

“aaron,” you sighed, “give it all to me,” you pleaded at him through the mirror, “i can take it,”

he studied your expression, all needy and flushed as you tried to buck your hips further back to fill yourself up more, “let me know if it’s too much,” he warned.

you nodded eagerly but didn’t get a chance to reply as he shoved the rest of his length inside, the tip immediately hitting that one spot. you gasped loudly, the feeling of his whole cock inside you awakening a hunger inside of you, “fuck,” you moaned, dropping your hands so that you were resting with your elbows on the counter, “please, aaron. move,”

he hesitated for another moment, and just as you were about to look behind you, you felt him begin to move, pistoling his hips into your ass roughly.

you let out a shriek, your hands grabbing at anything you could reach in order to stabilize yourself as he began to mercilessly pound into you from behind. he slipped his dick in and out of you each time, your pussy hugging the veiny length each time he did.

the sounds your juices made due to you being soaked vibrated against the room each time his hips hit your ass roughly, and it only edged you on further.

“a-aaron,” you moan, breasts jiggling against the cold sink as the girth of his cock stretched you out, “aaron! oh, fuck!”

you thought you had felt good getting his attention when you were back flirting with the guy, but nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of his dick slamming into you.

from above, aaron grunted and groaned, fingers and nails digging into your hips harshly as he pounded into your perfect pussy. he loved the way you clenched around him, taking it back perfectly each time he slipped back in.

his hand reached for your hair, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you back until you were flush against him with your back still perfectly arched. he dropped his hand from your head to wrap around your neck, fingers digging into the sides.

you gasped, not having a choice as you looked at him through the now foggy mirror, the image of your body rocking with every smack against your body only adding onto the sensation.

“such a perfect pussy,” aaron grumbled into your ear, “this pussy was made for me, wasn’t it sweetheart?”

you did your best to nod regardless of how weak your body felt, of the way you could feel your slick drip down to your thighs or the way you were drooling from your open mouth, “belongs to you, aaron,” you mumble, surprisingly coherently despite the way he was choking you.

“yeah, it does,” he grunts, free hand coming to grab at your stomach again before pushing against the spot where his cock was evidently sliding in and out of you, making you squirm, “this greedy pussy belongs to me. not to that bastard you were flirting with, right, honey?”

you nod again, eyes stuck on the tummy bulge you currently displayed, your hole clenching at aaron’s cock even tighter at the way the indent disappeared when he slipped out versus when it reappeared when slipping back in.

“feels so good, aaron,” you mumble, saliva dropping from your lips and onto your pointy, practically rock hard nipples that jiggled with each thrust.

“yeah?” he asks, breath hot against your ear, “taking it so well for me, such a good girl,” he praises, hand leaving from your stomach to slither down to where your bodies connected.

you let out a squeal as his middle finger slipped through your finger and his index began to rub furiously at your swollen clit, the feeling making the knot in your stomach tighten and tighten.

you babbled aaron’s name like a loose mantra, bodies rocking together as he quickened his pace after realizing that you were close to orgasming, hand tightening around your neck and finger rubbing even faster than before.

“c’mon, honey, come for me,” he encouraged, “come all over my cock, pretty girl,”

it was all the confirmation you need to let yourself go, body shaking and aaron’s name being repeated as you chased the high, glad that he was holding you up with his hands as your whole body stuttered.

the feeling of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him violently made aaron groan, sweat dripping down his body as he began to reach his own high just from the way your body reacted to orgasming from his dick. from the way he was fucking you and from the way he was naming you as his own.

you could feel his pace falter from behind you, lazily meeting his pace as you tried to encourage him to finish, “come in me, aaron, please,” you whined, needing to feel him fill you up to the point where his come would leak out of you, “fill up my pussy, aaron,”

he gave you a look of unsureness through the mirror before you nodded at him, “i’m on the pill. it’s okay. please,”

that had been all the confirmation he need for him to finish inside you, his cock twitching inside you as his seed filled you up, making you moan as you rode out your own orgasm, still clenching tightly around him.

you giggled at the way his body practically toppled onto yours as he tried to catch himself, bodies pressed together as he held onto the counter with his dick still inside you.

he snaked his hand around the side of your face as his breath evened, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek and shutting up your whines as he pulled out from inside you with a kiss to your mouth.

“jack’s at a sleepover today,” he says after a few moments of silence.

you inch an eyebrow at him, watching as he leaned over to grab some toilet paper, snatching some off the holder before wiping himself clean of you and wincing at the sensitivity as he wiped gently at your own folds and thighs, “is he now?”

he hums, tucking himself back into his boxers and quickly buttoning his pants to help you put your own clothes on, “he is,” he grabbed your discarded shorts and parties from the floor and signaled you to lift your legs, “we can go home and i’ll wake you up with breakfast in bed and ask you to be go on an official date with me in the morning,”

your heart pulls as he buttons up your shorts for you, reaching for your shirt, too, “i’ll only say yes if we keep going when we get home,” you admit, making him freeze in his movements.

he pinched your nipple.

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Day 314, and not a whole lot done, just finished up Incredulous, but that's okay since I'm feeling bleh anyway. Any progress is good progress when bleh :)

[radiance1]

Gimmie a Danny and Damian twins au, but not one where they're all gushy gushy and huggy huggy about the fact that they're reunited.

I want one, where they HATE and try to KILL EACH OTHER. Where they're extremely fucked up in their relationship with one another, but can't kill the other because Taila hoped that they could get along.

They spew poison at each other, inflict pain on each other as easy as BREATHING and would leave the other while heavily injured while saying that they could take care of themselves.

I want them to be near mortal-enemies wrapped up in the bodies of two highly-competent and powerful 14 year olds who cannot give a fuck about each other, has a fleeting thought of killing the other on the best of days but doesn't because of their dear mommy Taila.

Then force them to interact with each other after a long period of separation. I don't give a flying FUCK how you manage to do it, perhaps Danny has to run because his parents vivisected him, perhaps the Nasty Burger explosion couldn't be reversed because Clockwork said no and Danny is torn or perhaps Vlad brings him to Gotham for a gala (either redeemed or not redeemed Vlad), etc, etc.

Force these two children who fucking HATE each other under the same roof, make them interact, make them watch each other interact and make comments about it. Maybe even make an unstable Danny try and KILL Damian, but is stopped by the batfam, or maybe make it that Danny can't even bring himself to kill Damian because he's (discounting Talia) the only family he has left.

Maybe even (if you go the Nasty Burger/Dead Fenton fam au) make Danny hate Bruce Wayne's fucking GUTS because this man is trying to replace his dead father (even though Bruce IS his biological father) and hates him even MORE because he looks so similar to Jack's face that he's literally torn whenever he sees him. Make it that he never stays in the same room as Bruce whenever he's not in mask, make it that he tells Bruce TO HIS FACE that he hates the man for trying to replace his dead FUCKING dad and that he will NEVER accept him as one, biologically related or not.

Maybe even make him not like the batfam either just for the fact that they associate with both Bruce and Damian.

(I just remembered about that one post I saw, but BOY is this ramble gonna get even WORSE for dear old Danny. Though this part isn't really necessary could just read the on top bit lol)

Maybe they even find a way to take away his ghost side, and Bruce (With or without Talia) say that it's for the best for him, and Danny? Danny just fucking BREAKS. DOWN. He's full-on crying and screaming at Bruce and maybe has to be held back by the other batkids or not, or maybe he's just fulling on trying to hit Bruce and Bruce either dodges or just takes it.

Saying how fucking DARE he take away his ghost side, that was apart of him and he had NO FUCKING RIGHT to take away something so precious from him. Then Bruce could say that he doesn't need powers, he could be fully if not even more capable as a human.

And Danny just goes "You don't even get it, do you?" And Danny just cries harder because technically that was one the LAST things linking him to his parents. His DEAD parents. Sure, the accident was his fault, but phantom was created because of their portal, in their lab, in their basement.

Even worse if the reveal went RIGHT and they starting accepting how he was half ghost and trying to change their views on ghosts as a whole, only to die. Then, for some guy to just, take away something like that from him?

Maybe Danny would even say that, rip into him about how that was one of the only things linking him to his parents and even if it wasn't he didn't have the fucking right to decide what to do with HIS body.

"You never had to fucking worry about your parents not accepting you, I did. They still loved me regardless, they tried to change for me. But you wouldn't even know what that feels like, would you, you stupid fucking rich boy."

[idk why I typed that part out but just role with it.]

Maybe Bruce tries to sympathize with Danny about his parents, but Danny just doesn't have any fucks left to give about Bruce's life, or anyone else life in Bruce's life at all and just shuts it down or steamrolls over it. At the end of it all Danny is just a crying, shivering wreck and stares down Bruce with eyes full of HATE that tells Bruce one step closer, and he would KILL him.

Maybe then Damian (Either walks in or was there the entire time.) insults Danny over his weakness and depending on his ghost form or something, and Danny just sees fucking RED and jumps on him. No care that he's no longer half ghost, so that he means he could die more easily, no care to anyone else in that room, no care that Talia wanted both of them to get along and not kill each other.

He tries to kill Damian.

He fails miserably, of course, but he still tries. Then tries again and a fucking gain.

Then after all that he just, doesn't come out of his room, or tries to escape and leave Gotham every chance he gets. He never gets far, but he keeps trying, and he never opens up to anyone in the batfam, not even Alfred.

He's just a kid who lost everything he worked so hard for, everything he tried to hide from his biological mother and her assassin league who tried to keep whatever he had left. Now that kid is fueled by nothing but pure, revolting hatred for the people who took even that from him.

Basically like Dark Danny, but way more powerless and fully human.

[Okay that's enough of me rambling.]

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING SNEAKY !!! LEWIS H. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: lewis was known for his year-end parties. the grid would be shocked to find out what else he was known for.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, pwp, lewis and reader on their sneaky link behaviour, p in v penetration, doggy or whatever pierre said, filthy, dom!lewis energy, fucking in a club bathroom vibes, utter nonsense— just lewis being filthy as fuck, drivers being drunk (max, charles and lando), bit of a twist at the end but not really???

rec music: disco tits by tove lo

note: shout out to @daaiissyyyyy for listening to my recent fever ramble at 11 pm— she gave me the thought to write for lewis after giving this music prompt eheh. i’m sick of sf23 and w14 so now i’m just writing ✨fuckall✨ enjoy xx

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lewis was known for a lot of things: his sense of fashion, desire to make panty-dropping songs, his impressive record in formula one and of course…

the extravagant parties that never failed to live up to everyone’s expectations. 

now this was the first time he’s hosted a big party in his new york penthouse since his previous championship win before covid — 2019.

and 2023 was the most frustrating season for most drivers and lewis hamilton wasn’t an exception to that; after all, most teams splurged as much money as red bull did with their cars yet the crown was handed over to max and the austrian team in a gold plate. 

because of the same results every year, the brit couldn’t find himself to care much about it anymore.

instead, after the abu dhabi race he texted the group chat and invited them over for a party he was going to host after the prize giving ceremony. 

yet, when the drivers came over to his penthouse with their girlfriends and their peers — the host was found nowhere in sight. 

tove lo’s music boomed loudly as sweaty bodies hit the dance floor. the world champion - max verstappen - was chatting with the ferraris and lando about whatever the fuck he was planning to do during the break. most drivers were dancing and drinking. 

yet, amongst the sea of intoxicated and desperate people, none of them were lewis.

he was known for his parties. but what they didn’t know was that his parties were nothing but excuses to feel the adrenaline rush pump through his bloodstream without taking the drugs for it.

because he was upstairs in his room, thick cock spearing inside someone’s cunt as the woman screamed silently. her manicured nails clutching the sheets under her as drool escaped her mouth, her head down while her ass was arched up. 

lewis grunted as he lustfully traced down her spine and smacked her ass. “god, fuck! such a good pussy, doll.” 

“lew- lewis, fuck,” she cursed him in a foreign language that he couldn’t care to understand, her eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck her from behind. “i feel so full, oh~ god~ yes- yes- keep fucking me like that.”

“like this?” she let out a pitiful whine when he moved and roughly hit her sensitive spot with his cock.

her head was pushed against the mattress as she whined, his cock rubbing against the spot repeatedly while she inaudibly babbled. 

he demanded firmly, “you gotta tell me how do i fuck you, baby, otherwise i’m not gonna—“

“—fuck! yes, keep hitting that spot please,” she cried out, tears threatening fall from the pleasure she felt. 

in the moment of grunting and whining, no one downstairs could hear them as they fucked like rabbits in heat. thank god for the party that lewis had paid for. if anyone ever found out, they’d immediately assume that he only hosted this just to get her away from everyone. 

her walls clenched around him as he moaned aloud, “this pussy is so good— so tight f’me, princess.” 

the tip of his cock hit her cervix as she cried, “please lewis, please— wanna cum~”

“mmh~ god,” lewis groaned loudly, his deep lusty voice echoing inside the room alongside the slapping of their skins and her moans. “gonna cum soon, baby— gonna be a good girl and cum with me?”

“mhm yeah,” she nodded. 

“good because— ah~ keep doin’ that- i’m- ah fuck!” lewis grunted as his thrusting slowed. she came, too, her walls clenching around him still as she reached her climax and the sense of euphoria washed over her. 

lewis’ face was beaded with sweat and pleasure, leaning forward for a brief moment to keep his composure. his cock remained inside her as he pulled up her head and tangled his tongue with hers. 

he sighed, the sound of contentment covering up her quivering breath as he smirked mischievously.

this was a celebration, indeed.

this, however, was a celebration for the two of them only. this was how she rewarded him for putting up with this season, and lewis simply accepted her reward without hesitation.

after all, not everyone in the grid got to get a taste of her. if everyone found out, they’d be jealous. for one driver, they’d be furious— but lewis couldn’t find himself to care right now.

“lewis!” ten minutes later, charles, max and lando found the older british driver in his minibar. 

lewis looked at the trio with curious eyes as charles started, “have you seen max’s sister?”

lewis’ eyes narrowed for a brief moment, “max’s… sister?” he then looked at max with a questioning look.

“yeah, my eldest sister— i brought her tonight. you’ve met her earlier, remember?” the world champion asked lewis with the naivety that everyone else carried in the room. 

oh, lewis had met her, alright. 

he met her tonight. and the races before tonight. and the summer break. and almost everyday. not that the world champion had a knowledge of it. 

lewis let out an ‘ah’ as if he realized who the dutchman was talking about, “that sister! i think i’ve seen her—“

“mon sœur!” my sister! charles exclaimed, slurring out his words as he pointed at the direction of the staircase. “wait… max’s sister!”

there stood max’s sister, who looked less frazzled and fucked out than what she looked like ten minutes ago.

lewis almost chuckled. she’s quick to pretend like she hadn’t had a cock inside her just about now— that’s what lewis loved about her. she knew when to play pretend. 

max’s eyes narrowed at his sister while she approached the group. she immediately glanced at lewis, who merely smirked at the sight of her. max continued to pester her, “where the hell have you been? we’ve been looking for you for an hour!”

“bullshit,” lando called out with a laugh, “you were fucking singing disco tits the entire time! stop lying to everyone!”

the woman’s head cocked to the side as she smirked at her little brother. max’s face flushed red and shoved lando, “shut up.”

“well, i’m here now— and you’re drunk,” she pointed at max. “we’re going.”

“already???” max whined. “fineeee~”

“alright well,” lewis finally spoke. “it’s nice having you lots here. i’ll catch up with you soon, yeah?” but his eyes remained at the sight of her as he smiled. he wasn’t even talking to max or his friends— but her. 

she smirked too (not that the three younger men noticed) and nodded, “absolutely. we’ll catch up with you soon, lewis. thanks for the invite.” 

and it wasn’t even fifteen minutes later after the verstappen siblings departed when the knighted driver received a text.

the better verstappen 🥰: thanks for the invite, lew 💗 i hope the compensation paid off

lh 🫶: you know that times spent with you are worth more than one shitty season my love 😉

lh 🫶: def made things better after abu dhabi tho. what do you think about going to san marino and bora bora for the long break?

the better verstappen 🥰: for you? i’ll keep excusing myself from max’s family vacation plans baby

♡   moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody

♡   moony’s reminder 🅴 (explicit edition): @glitterf1

[chlorinecake]

Ooo I loved the part 2 of CC , though my sadistic side is coming out 👀 ima need non con smut for legal line , only kissing for niki tho

777 | noncon with enha

warnings ⫘ somnophilia, unprotected sex, oral/hand jobs (f. and m. receiving), degrading, rough sex, exhibitionism and voyeurism, kissing, overstimulation, breeding kink, humiliation

pairing ⫘ enhypen x fem!reader ⫘ highly requested ⫘ less than 180 words each

tw ⫘ any hate on this post will be ignored: save your rage and keep scrolling

Nishimura Riki, your school’s recent transfer student, hated the fact that you were taken. To your classmates, Riki’s feelings towards you were obvious, but you overlooked his flirting as kindness. One day, you and your boyfriend were having lunch when Riki stopped at your table, his dominant hands forcing you to face him. “R-Riki, we’re trying to eat here—” you started before your words were interrupted by his hungry kiss, hands sliding beneath your uniform to hold you still. You whined into Riki’s mouth, pushing him away, but he didn’t let go until your angry boyfriend left the scene, and with him, everyone else. “I can't believe you just did that!" you stood and yelled, only to get your wrists pinned to the cafeteria table.  “And I can’t believe you tried to hide how much you liked it,” Riki smirked, inching closer to your face.  “Get off of me!” You fought, but he only cooed at your feeble attempts. “Now that your loser boyfriend’s gone, can you kiss me properly this time, or do I have to force you again?”

It was around 1 in the morning when your boyfriend Heeseung slithered behind you on the mattress, lifting the night gown over your hips. He was already hard, but the little sounds you made in your sleep only added to his desperation. Shifting your underwear, he aligned himself with your entrance, gliding past your heat as if he prepped you. You woke up after he started clinging to your tits, rocking your body with his thrusts as he left purple marks down your neck. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as Heeseung went crazy behind you, his flushed face just seconds from climaxing. “Hey, baby,” he grunted lowly, speeding up his movements, “I didn’t mean to wake you like this, I just couldn’t wait any longer.” “That doesn’t mean you couldn’t have woke me up first, Hee,” you said with a whiny voice, gripping the sheets at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” he moaned, feeling dizzy from how tight he was holding you. 

Dressed up in the most revealing outfit you could find, Jay couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you danced near his outdoor pool bar. Lost in the music, you didn’t even realize that Jay had snuck up behind you, holding your hips in place as he pressed himself against you. “Jay, what the hell?” You retorted, not feeling comfortable about him acting this way in front of everyone. “You obviously wanted my attention, so don’t cry now that you’re getting it my way,” he whispered, taking your hand in his as he led you to the bathroom, locking the door. He sat you on the counter and started to kiss you, groping every part of your body as both of your clothes came off one by one. “Jay, this is a little fast, can we go back to the party?” You asked, trying to hide the way your hands were shaking. “Don’t worry, angel,” he smirked while slipping on a condom, “I’ll be gentle with you after round three.”

Sim Jake, your favorite fuck buddy, left you feeling sore thanks to last night’s session, but that didn’t stop him from going at it even harder the next day. You were literally sobbing, scratching his back as he fucked you near stupid. “It’ll feel better once you come baby, just stop pushing me away,” he whimpered as you bit down on his shoulder, trying to keep yourself from screaming. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said, grinding into your hole and hitting all your sweet spots. “Pull out Jake,” you urged, reaching for his hips but he grabbed your arms, pinning them above your head. “Jake, I said pull out,” you whined, feeling your own climax approaching as he panted over you like an exhausted puppy. “No, baby, I need to fill you up… wanna fuck you so good that my cum spills out of you,” he groaned again. You moaned at the feeling of his seed coating your insides. His thrusts grew sloppy as he slowly hammered into you, sucking on your neck as if he was still touch depraved.

Sunghoon was feeling needy for you, but, being the dom that he is, didn’t wanna beg for it. So instead, he made his move at the dinner table… right in front of his parents. At some point for whatever reason, his parents walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Sunghoon completely alone. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You whined, trying to move his greedy hands away from your aching pussy. “Shut up,” he chuckled, spitting on your heat before adding a third finger to the painful mix. “Sunghoon, that’s too much!” You yelped, holding onto his shoulder. “Then I’ll make it fit,” he smirked, forcing his digits past your tightness. “Now would you stop bossing me around, princess? I’m doing you a favor here, y’know?”  “But-“ your words were cut off by him shoving your lace panties in your mouth, forcing your legs open so he could work better. He rubbed your clit at a tantalizing speed, making you cream on his fingers as muffled moans filled the air. 

You were currently on a zoom meeting for school when Sunoo walked in the room. “Hey baby,” you greeted as usual, but he didn’t respond, only sneaking underneath your desk and parting your legs. You were wearing a dress, so he had almost immediate access to your cunt, diving in mouth first as he tantalized your clit, nibbling, sucking, and massaging it in ways that made you twitch within the first few seconds. You tried pushing his head away, but he gripped onto your thighs, pulling you closer to his tongue. “Sunoo, not right now,” you whimpered, not even aware of all the O-faces you’d just made in front of your classmates and instructor. You slammed your laptop shut, the sound making Sunoo tighten his grip on your legs as you continued trying to escape his skilled mouth, “Just let me please you, baby, I know you’ll thank me once you finish.”

You accidentally barged in on your best friend’s brother, Jungwon, while he was masturbating in the shower. You would’ve been gone by now if it wasn’t for how quickly he pinned you against the wall. “Either you do something about this, or I will,” he whispered lowly, making your gaze fall down to his hard-on. Perhaps your answer took too long, because he was already forcing you down to your knees before him. “You can try biting me if you want to, but then I’ll just fuck you in front of her, anyways,” he groaned, pushing himself past your hesitant lips. Admittedly, you had hooked up with Jungwon before, but never while his sister was home. The thought of her walking in on you two like this made your eyes brim with tears… or maybe it was just the way his dick kept hitting the back of your throat. Clinging to his wet thighs, Jungwon threw his head back as he finished relatively quickly. Using a thumb to toy with your lower lip, he forced your mouth closed and whispered, “Swallow it.”

⫘ Thank you for reading this quick fic! I didn’t make it too aggressive because I’m still relatively new to writing dubcon?? No promises that I’ll make more content like this in the future, though! Check out my enyhpen bookshelf for more interesting reads, as always!!

⫘ P.S: if you’re one of my moots and I didn’t tag you, it’s simply because I’m not sure if you’re comfortable with this kind of content! ILY 😣

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Update 10/23/23: AHHH thank you so much guys !!

[ynbabe]

We don’t hate each other ୨୧ Arthur x fem! reader

Y/n was Ollie's oldest friend, growing up with him as he raced his way up to formula one, somewhere in between she found Arthur Leclerc, found him a massive fucking pain in the ass that is until something changes when Ollie debuts in Carlos Sainz Ferrari.

A always, comments and requests are always welcome! lemme know what y'all think of this!

Warnings: curses, lime

y/nl/n

y/nl/n GET THIS MAN IN A FERRARI ASAP 💪 💪 💪 😮‍💨

Username they're relationship is so important to me actually

username arent they just friends?? username girl you believe that? LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE LITERALLY MARRIED username theyre 18 go touch grass pls 😭

username GET THAT MAN IN A FERRARI!!!

Username shes so real for that bow, ollies so cute 🥹

olliebearman thank you for the very serious pictures of me, a very serious, very profession man

y/nl/n "very serious, very professional man"🤓 shut up you literally cried in my arms when you got called olliebearman i'm telling my pr officer to block you username did what in whose arms now?? username oooh so hes in love love

arthurleclerc Way to go Ols!

y/nl/n gtfo my post arthurleclerc gtfo off my fyp y/nl/n block me bitch arthurleclerc too much effort, cry olliebearman guys you're in public 😭

username whats with Arthur and Y/N? 😅

Username they're competing for Ollies love Username bro you wrong for that 😂

arthurleclerc

arthurleclerc to MY bestfriend, congratulations on making it to Ferrari and f1! You deserve the best! Hope my brother treated you well.

username SHOTS!! HAVE!! BEEN!! FIRED!!

Username he know he wrong for that first photo

Username okay wait. How do both Leclerc have a Wattpad ass gay romance is it genetic??

Username bro all capped the my 😭

username mans petty as hell

username @/y/nl/n me personally, I wouldn't take that

username hes stealing your man girl go get him!!

oliiebearman Thank you Arthur! Yes he did!

arthurleclerc ur welcome ols ❤️ username @/y/nl/n were waiting for you boo username its the red heart for me Username Charles come get your brother!!! he's cosplaying you and max on main again

y/nl/n Congrats Ollie!! love you 🥰 (Not gonna make this abt myself like some other girls)

arthurleclerc revoking ur paddock pass btw 🥰 Olliebearman ... I'm blocking you both 🥰

username mans done with them 😂

You rolled your eyes as you saw Arthur's comment on yours, how could he be so childish. Forget it, you reminded yourself, today is for Ollie and Ollie only.

You waited in Ollie's driver room till he was done with the debrief, you'd go out to celebrate with him and his family later. His trainer had given him a pass on the diet, after all, scoring points in F1 was no joke.

You jumped off the chair you were lounging in, ready to hug the man as you heard the door open but to your disappointment, it was only Arthur.

You groaned as you saw the boy and he scowled in return. You never knew how your rivalry began. One moment you were visiting Ollie for the first time at Prema and the next you were in a screaming match with a Monagasuque man with the cutest accent.

"What are you doing?" He asked, rather, demanded.

"Waiting for my friend," you replied with the same annoyance in your voice, "What are you doing here?" you accused, stepping towards him.

He pulled a face, closing the gap, "Here to support my friend, you know cause we can actually stand each other,"

"Hah, sure, at least I'm not jealous of my friends, you know cause they actually make it into f1," you shrugged, knowing it was a low blow.

His face morphed into anger as he pushed closer towards you, "You need to shut up," he spoke in a low voice, you'd be scared of the taller, much stronger boy if you weren't doused in anger yourself.

"Make me then," why did you say that- Oh shit.

Your eyes widened as he kissed you, making both of you stumble back and fall on Ollie's driver room bed. You groaned as your back hit the mattress, the older boy breaking the kiss, looking down at you in concern.

"O-oh, my god! Y/n I'm so sorry, I don't know wh-" he began rambling but you couldn't let him win, could you? So you kissed him back, letting your hands run through his hair.

He led one hand to your waist, letting it fall under your shirt, he hissed at the warmth your skin radiated under his palms.

"Oh my god, OH MY GOD," Someone yelled, making Arthur push off the bed, and fall on the floor.

"Ollie this isn't what it looks like," he explained from the floor making you frown.

"It isn't?" you asked making him turn to you.

"No, it is," he explained to you, then turned to shocked Ollie in the doorway, "I mean- it is," he tried to explain.

Ollie paused for a moment, "On my bed, really?" he replied, disgust in his voice.

You picked up the pillow on his now messed up bed, throwing it at his head, "Shut up,"

He laughed as he ducked, "Hey, at least none of us had to intervene," he confessed making you and the boy who was now getting up off the floor groan in defeat.

olliebearman

olliebearman never make out in my room again, I beg you

Y/nl/n sorry I stole your boyfriend, Ols

arthurleclerc you are still the love of my life, y/n's just a friend olliebearman DO NOT START THIS AGAIN

Username HUH?

username chat is this real rn? username fr thought they hated each other username bro said he was going to get his Wattpad enemies to lovers one way or the other

username Charles Leclerc it's your turn now.

charlesleclerc So all the ranting actually led to something?

y/nl/n he talks about me?? arthurleclerc NO I DIDN'T! Charles shut up or I'll tag someone you rant about. Charleslecler y/n changed you i dont like this relationship anymore username WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? Username First we get Arthur x y/n and now we are getting Charles read like filth 😭

trying something new, thoughts?

[bluewxrld07]

Stuck (Luke Hughes)

Warning(s): none

Luke Hughes x female!reader

Summary: In which you do the famous Tik Tok trend, telling your boyfriend your tampon is stuck

It was a nicer evening in Jersey, the weather finally being decent after being knocked over by the crazy below zero insanity. Y/n was finishing up her skincare waiting for Luke and Jack to get back to the apartment from an evening practice, a plan in motion to prank Luke.

It had become a thing between the couple to prank one another after a night post a game, when Luke decided to bring home squid thrown on the ice by a fan.

Leaving it in the fridge for y/n to only yell out a scream at the rotting sea creature the next morning, trying to get her coffee before her workout.

She had been doing her digging for this next prank, knowing it was time for her to hit him with one. This one was more so a test too. A loyalty test if you will. Thanks to Tik Tok of course.

One afternoon, y/n was scrolling through her for you page, only to stumble upon a prank a girlfriend did to her boyfriend. A tampon prank. She immediately grinned ear to ear, knowing that this little test would get Luke to cave.

It had to at least. Especially sine she was actually on her time of the month. It would be more believable.

So after finishing her skincare, hearing the front door open, she set her phone up in a way where it wouldn't look suspicious or seen easily by the curly-headed boy.

"May the pranks be ever in your favor, Hughesy," she chuckles quietly to the phone, hearing her name being called out.

"Babe?" he calls out, his footsteps being heard down the hallway.

She could hear the brothers saying goodnight to one another, his bedroom door opening. "Baby, you good?" she hears on the other side of the door, the girl trying to hide her amused smile before answering.

"I uh," she says slowly. "Luke?" she says, biting her lip to hide her laugh.

"What's going on?" he asks, the girl opening the door. He scans her figure, a confused frown on his face. Y/n crosses her arms, looking up at him.

"I need you to take me seriously when I tell you this, okay?" she said, watching an eyebrow of his raise.

"Why?" he trails off slowly, then his eyes widen. "Are you pregnant, y/n?"

She rolls her eyes and palms her forehead. "No, babe, I'm on my period remember?"

"Oh shit right. Then why are you acting funny?"

"You swear you won't laugh at me?"

"Promise you I won't."

Y/n sighs, hiding her face in her hands for a second as they stood there. "I was trying to change my, you know, out," she starts off, her eyes looking up at to his.

"And I can't find the string." she says, watching his face turn contort into a frown. "What string?"

"Luke my tampon is stuck."

His eyes widen, eyebrows raise, mouth dropping slightly. "What do you mean it's stuck? Where's the little string attached to it?" he whispers in shock, running his hand over his mouth.

Y/n looks at him with a look. "Luke I just said I can't find it. It's really stuck, like I can't get it out." she says, watching his face contort to different emotions.

"So what're you going do? How're you gonna get it out?" he asks, gesturing to her lower abdomen, one hand on his hip.

She gives him a sheepish smile, watching the confusion turn to horror. "Luke," she trails off. "I need you to try and help get it out."

Luke freezes, his eyes looking back into hers, then darting down to her abdomen, then back to her eyes slowly. "Get the thing out? The thing inside you?" he asks, and she nods with a hum.

"Lu, it's really stuck. I really cannot get it out." she says in a horrified voice. He hums, staying frozen in his position.

"Do you think you can get it out?" she asks.

"Uh huh," he says softly with a nod, his horrified eyes looking into hers.

"Really? You'd help me even if it's all bloody?" she says, watching him put a hand over his mouth and nod once again. "Yeah, yup, sure would." he stutters out.

Luke runs a hand over his face, walking away from the doorway for a second, only to come back without his sweatshirt on, only clad in his t-shirt that was underneath.

"Alright baby, let's get this going," he says while shaking his arms out as if he was about to go lift something heavy. He turns on his flashlight from his phone, making his way towards her.

She immediately puts a hand on his chest, bursting into a fit of giggles. He looks at her with a frown, raising his hands up in the air. "What? I'm gonna help you get this thing out, aren't I?"

"Babe, it was a prank." she laughs, pointing to her phone. He immediately looks over at the camera, rolls his eyes, mumbles an oh thank fuck, walking out of the bathroom.

Y/n rolls her eyes at his dramatic response. "Oh stop, you loved me enough to be willing to help get it out."

He turns around to look at her and point. "Not loved. Love. watch your grammar." he retorts, walking up to her once again.

"Okay mister tough guy. But glad to know you love me enough to help me. Even if it's all messy." she chuckles, pressing a couple chaste kisses to his lips.

"Now hurry to bed, I need a good sleep tonight. I almost would've had nightmares for days." Luke jokes.

Y/n scoffs playfully. "I need to go to the bathroom actually, and then I'll be out so calm down." she says, shutting the door softly.

Luke settles into him and y/n's bed, sighing at the comfort. Smiling at his girlfriend's antics, then shaking his head. His eyes found the nightstand next to his bed, a certain velvet box hiding in the corner of the drawer.

"Lu, we actually have a real problem on our hands," Y/n calls out a few moments later. The boy closing his eyes. "And what is that?" he asks.

"It's stuck. Like for real this time."

[captainfern]

Okay! But going off of your reblog of that younger gif of John (which made me go absolutely feral), I feel like he’d be so confident in himself in general, appearances, personality, and especially his ability to please a women. Obviously it mellowed out after he got older, but he definitely still falls back into those habits every now and then, so! with that being said do you think you could do a small post about younger John being all cocky while he’s absolutely making you go dumb for him, and even though you wanna retort and say he’s wrong- you know he isn’t?? (Sorry but writing this literally made me scream like- this man is so 😩😩😩)

younger/lieutenant john price x fem!reader, 18+

p0rn starts straight under the cut btw

lieutenant price fucked you in front of a mirror, his strong hands gripping your hips and pulling you back onto him, your arse against his pelvis, as he fucked into you from behind

his thrusts were hard and rough, warm palms shifting to knead the flesh of your arsecheeks as his cock drilled into you. the fat head slammed repeatedly against your sweet spot, punching the air from your lungs

your body trembled against the mattress, your eyes glazed over, watching yourself— and watching price and the way he fucked you. he was watching as well; his eyes flickering from the sight of you in the mirror, to the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your wet heat

you moaned outwardly, the sounds of skin-on-skin echoing through your bedroom. price grunted in response, his calloused hands squeezing your hips, fucking into you at a faster pace, the mattress squeaking

“price—!” you moaned, eyes rolling in your head as his cock nudged up against the base of your cervix, making your thighs quake where you were bent over on all fours. “price, sir, please don’t stop—!” you sobbed, his cock hitting just the right places inside you to have your cunt squeeze him tight

he groaned. “‘m not gonna stop, baby. ‘m not gonna fuckin’ stop. not gonna stop fuckin’ this pretty— wet— cunt—” he punctured his sentence with grunts as he thrusted in time with his words. “—‘til you’re milkin’ my cock”

you wanted to scream— his cock filled you up so nice, but you weren’t going to admit that to him. it’d go to his head. after all, you and your lieutenant— your fellow lieutenant and comrade— already knew how he made you feel

price grunted behind you, folding his upper body over your back, sweat sticking between the two of you. he continued to rut against you, cock dragging along the silky, wet walls of your cunt. he placed kisses down your spine. “tell me how good i’m makin’ you feel”

cocky son of a bitch. he already knew you felt good, but he wanted to hear you say it

but you could only whimper and whine as he fucked you, pleasure crowding your mind as your orgasm loomed over you, your body growing hot. your pussy fluttered around his cock, dribbles of arousal dripping down your inner thighs

price chuckled behind you, slamming into you harder. “aw, can’t even speak? poor baby. have i made you go all dumb on my cock, hm?”

you mewled, head flopping forward to hide your face in the covers. but price didn’t let you— he grabbed a the back of your neck and pulled you up roughly, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as he continued to fuck you. hard

“look at yourself while you’re getting fucked— while i’m fuckin’ you, yeah?” price uttered, fingers gentle but firm, holding you in place so he could continue fucking his fat, leaking cock into the wet heat of your cunt. he moaned at the sight of you. “yeah, fucked you so good that you can’t even speak properly, isn’t that right, my pretty girl? i told you that i’d make you go all dumb on my cock, didn’t i?”

you whimpered, trying to chase an ounce of authority in your head. “m’not going d—”

“don’t— fuckin’— lie—” price growled between thrusts. “my cock’s that good that you’ve gone all dumb, haven’t you? fuckin’ admit it, baby. admit that this cock makes you feel so fuckin’ good that you forget everything”

you whined. “price—!”

“tell me,” he whispered in your air, the tip of his cock pressing flushed against your g-spot, grinding against it as he moved his hips against your soft arse. “tell me how much you love my cock an’ i’ll let you come all over it”

you moaned, eyes threatening to close as he fucked you hard. your legs shook, sweat covering your bare body. you moaned again, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as his thrusts increased

“fuck, fuck— m’kay, i love your cock, sir! i— fucking hell— i fucking love your cock and how it— oh my god— makes me feel. makes me— makes me go dumb— can’t fucking think right with your cock inside me—” you rattled off, moaning loudly, desperate. your orgasm was about to hit you

you could almost hear price’s smile behind you. “good girl,” he chided, cocky. “that’s a good girl. that’s what i wanted. now you can come ‘round my cock”

you came, wet cunt squeezing him tightly, fluttering as your toes curled and eyes rolled. your orgasm was powerful and, if it wasn’t for the grip he had on the back of your neck and on your hip, you would’ve collapsed forward. you moaned his name, and whispered it again over and over as you came down from your high

he was grunting and groaning behind you, his head on your back now, rutting into your cunt like a man starved. he groaned loudly, mouthing at your warm skin. then, he moaned your name and came inside you, cock twitching as he spurt hot cum deep into your pussy. you whined at the sensation

“price…” you muttered as he fell down beside you, pulling you into his chest with his cock still buried deep inside you

he hummed. “s’alright, my pretty girl. just lay here with my cock in that wet fuckin’ pussy, an’ i’ll be fine to go again in a few minutes”

[starstruckloverz]

DID I MAKE YOU SCREAM?

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SUMMARY - How is Rafe Cameron, your sweet, loving, boyfriend, who seems to have done no wrong, the most wanted serial killer in the world?

WARNING - slight smut, fluff, arguing, Dark!Rafe, f!m

A/N - my first Tumblr post.

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ACT I

A SCREAM echoed through the house.

Y/n sat on the leathered couch as she gripped her boyfriend's arm yet again, "it wasn't even that scary." Rafe sneered, laughing at his trembling girlfriend, "Yes it was!" she shouted, punching Rafe's arm harshly, "Can you change it now?" Y/n questions, but he refused, "I did not pay 30 dollars to watch Nun 2 just for you to tell me to change it." he argued, Y/n pouted, trying to find his lack of sympathy, "Are you trying to kill me?" Rafe frowns, "I would never." he responds, relaxing his body.

Rafe pushed a piece of hair out of Y/n's face as he gracefully rubbed the index of her warm cheek, "you'll be the death of me Y/n L/n." he stated, watching as her face turned a bright shade of red. His eyes softened as she gripped his arm, pushing his arm down so she could get a better chance at connecting their lips.

"Mmm." he hummed through the kiss, although when she pulled back, all she could find was a blushed-out Rafe Cameron. "How about, we don't watch the movie and.." she started, trailing her finger down his stomach, "Maybe go upstairs to your room?" Rafe sneered, rolling his eyes vastly "Nice try Y/n, were not missing the movie." Rafe motioned himself to kiss her again but she turned her head away.

He chuckled it off, but it kinda hurt inside. Rafe placed his hand on her back, pulling her big shirt all the way up to her shoulders just so he could cress her skin with his fingernails softly. Y/n stuck her head inside Rafe's chest, unable to watch the next jump scare that would happen.

Rafe trailed his hand all the way up her spine, then back down and onto her curves, "Ow!" Y/n shouted, pushing her face out of Rafe's chest in a swift move. "What?" he asked, unsure whether he did something wrong or not. "Watch the hands, Mister, you hurt me," she told, showing Rafe a huge scar that was on her side.

He gave her a confused stare, "Where did you get this from?" he questioned, touching it so gently, trying hard not to harm her. "Remember when I was at the haunted house? well, I kind of ran into..." That's when it hit him. Rafe knew exactly what she was talking about.

Ghostface crept out the corner, grabbing his next victim, the room was dark, and he knew that Y/n was safe at home, or at least that's what he thought. He gripped Y/n so tightly that she could barely breathe. She tried to scream, be he had already shoved the tip of the knife so far up her hip.

Rafe knew that he'd regretted that decision for the rest of his life. Not long after He got a call from the hospital, saying that his girlfriend got into an 'accident' he told her not to go, knowing this would have happened. If only she had listened.

"I'm so sorry Y/n," Rafe spoke, apologizing. "why? you didn't do this to me," Y/n declared, kissing his cheek, then pushing herself off of him and walking her way to the kitchen. "Yeah... I know, but I'm your boyfriend, I should've been there to protect you ya know?"

"You did protect me, you told me not to go, and you made It very stated as if you knew that psycho killer would've been there." Y/n giggled, pouring herself some glass of water that came from the fridge. "You my own little psychic," Rafe scrunched his face, "Yeah, and from now on, you gonna listen to me when I tell you not to go anywhere, like Toppers party, for example,"

Y/n vastly lifted her head, her eyes wide open, "But it's a Halloween party, Rafe, I bought a costume just for it." She groaned, irritated and upset, "Y/n, you not going," Rafe's voice engaged, turning loud, "You're not my dad Rafe Cameron, and plus, Ghostface hasn't been seen since last year," Rafe rolled his eyes, he already knew that trust me, however, its more of the guys, he doesn't want anybody looking at Y/n especially Kelce, he had a thing for Y/n before Rafe and she even started going out.

"No means no." "This is such Bullshit."

Rafe made his way to his girlfriend, kissing her forehead, "Wouldn't you rather spend your night soaking in a bubble bath?" He questioned, holding his girlfriend's cheek with the index of his palm. "No," Y/n stated, pushing his hand off her cheek, and making her way to the couch, "Cmmon babe, you know I hate when you're mad at me." she only rolled her eyes in response.

"Please, I promise I'll make it up to you." Rafe gripped her shoulders, rubbing them as he leaned in to kiss her soft neck, Y/n let out a soft whimper, biting her lip as she leaned her head back, creating more room for his lips. "Please?" he asked again, finding her soft spot, Y/n could feel her legs going numb, and her heart racing out of her chest.

"Pretty please." Rafe then made his way to the front kissing her chest lightly, "fine," Y/n said, smiling at him as their eyes met, Rafe smirked evilly, grabbing her from the bottom of her thighs and picking her up from the floor. Y/n made a little squalling sound as he pushed her up against the cold wall.

Y/n pulled Rafe by the neck into a kiss, as their lips collided they moved in sync, he kissed her so roughly it was as if she was the last thing he'd ever eat, Y/n started tugging at his greasy curtain bang hair as she moaned into his mouth.

Rafe pressed up Y/n rinding on her as she was helpless against the wall, her legs still in the air, Y/n gasped at the feeling, Rafe's boner was pushing against her core harshly.

"Room." Y/n managed to get out, the overstimulation was bearable but still harsh, Rafe nodded, taking her back off the wall and walking up the stairs, slamming the door behind him.

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ACT II

...

Y/n was obviously not gonna listen to Rafe, especially after they had sex, I mean common now, does he think she's naive, or easily tricked. Y/n stood in the mirror, looking at herself.

She had a stupid sexy prison guard costume, Rafe was supposed to be her prisoner, but I guess he didn't care to show up with her, he still didn't know that she was even there in the first place.

"Hey!" Sarah Hollard from the other side of the room, making her way toward y/n, "Hey," she replied, "Where's Rafe?" Sarah then asked, confused, "he... couldn't make it," Sarah could taste the tension, she saw that Y/n wasn't happy, and normally she would just leave it because she knew her brother would be there to save the day, but it felt different, it wasn't the same.

Y/n carried her red cup in her hand, Sarah's face lightened, and the song Gasolina started playing on the speakers, basically blasting through the whole house, a grin came upon the two girls' faces, considering the fact that the song was there.

"Common, let's get you out of this corner and have some fun." Sarah tugged on the girl's costume, pulling her to the dance floor, Y/n gave Sarah a waring look, putting her cup on the table as the Cameron girl basically dragged her to the middle of the room.

As they reached the middle, Y/n was surrounded by unknown people, somewhere making out on the couch others were just taking shots from clear glass cups. Bottles of fireball and vodka filled the kitchen tables while beer cans filled the floor.

Y/n danced with Sarah to the music, swaying her hips back and forth in a swift motion as she ran her fingers through her hair, "I missed you." Sarah said yelled over the music, trying to make sure her voice was loud enough for her to hear.

"I miss you too," Y/n shouted back, giggling. The blue and purple light flickered veraciously as the two danced with one another, everything felt in slow motion, she healed onto Sarah, laughing historically.

"What happened with you and Rafe?" "He couldn't make it," Y/n answered.

Sarah stopped her moving, completely going still, "that's weird." Sarah started, biting the bottom of her lip as she made her way to her red cup, chugging it down in one sip.

"What?" Y/n questioned, raising an eyebrow, Sarah looked hesitant, she looked at Y/n and just shook her head, "Sarah what is it." Y/n asked again, this time her voice was louder, she knew something was up, and it wasn't good news, "I'm probably seeing shit but, I swear I saw Rafe hanging out with Topper by the pool." Y/n shook her head, laughing at the fact.

Rafe couldn't be here, he told Y/n he was gonna stop by her house after the gym. Except, Rafe doesn't work out at the gym, he works out at Topper's house. Rafe wouldn't lie to Y/n, would he?

Y/n shrugged it off, remembering that she had already checked her GPS, he was at home, "Rafe's at your guy's house, I already checked." Sarah raised an eyebrow, confused as always, Sarah decided to try and change the subject, just in case she was wrong.

"uh fuck him, he couldn't even show up for his girlfriend, then he's a piece of shit," Y/n cringed, that stung a little because she knew that Rafe changed his frat boy ways just to be with her and he barely parties, plus Y/n hadn't seen him drink since that incident when he got into a fight with some guy and ended up getting jumped.

"Its alright," Y/n said, trying to set some ease to the conversation, "Who needs boys," Sarah yelled, chugging down the rest of her cup of beer and grabbing the nearest girl she saw, and kissing the living shit out of her, Y/n stood there, in shock.

Sooner or later Y/n couldn't stand the sight of her friend making out with a random person, she thought they would've stopped already, I guess not. "Sarah I'm just...gonna go," Obviously Sarah was too drunk to comprehend that she wasn't making out with her boyfriend John B.

As Y/n walked away she felt eyes on her, and it wasn't the type that was checking her out, it felt like their eyes were staring into her soul, pricing it roughly, that's when she got that feeling, that unsure feeling in the pit of her stomach. She tried to walk away, but it was almost like it was following her every move.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she pushed through the crowd, shoving everybody, she was about to get sick, and Y/n rushed, the light glowing blurry, as everybody's voice was screaming it echoed through her head, giving her a massive migraine.

"Fuck," Y/n swore, pushing her hair that was sticking up down with her hand. A scream. Somebody screamed. And now, Everybody screamed. As y/n pushed her head up to see what was causing the commotion she met Kelece, except, his throat was slit, and he was stabbed at least 5 times in the stomach. Y/n threw up everywhere.

She looked back up, watching as his blood started spilling everywhere, and standing above the body was.... Ghostface, Y/n was so close, it was almost an inch away from the crime scene. Y/n screamed, Loudly, Ghostface looked up vastly to meet eyes with the girl.

"Y/n?" the unknown voice said, however, it wasn't so unknown anymore, Y/n knew that voice from anywhere, she knew exactly who that sounded like, however, as she looked up she didn't want to believe it, how can her sweet loving boyfriend, be a killer, especially murdering one of his closes friends.

Y/n's eyes widen, she was in shock, and not the good kind, was Rafe Cameron, the boy that she had known since she was three secretly the masked killer, the boy who made her flowers from paper because he spent all his money on designer bags that Y/n doesn't even use.

The boy who calls her mommy to try and get her turned on because he wants her so bad, the boy who basically craves her taste on his lips early in the morning.

Rafe Cameron, Y/n's Rafe Cameron.

As she looked up she found herself wishing to god that if she looked at her GPS he was still at home and she was just overthinking, as Y/n rushed out the door she found herself cramming through her phone, she went on Life360, pressing on Rafe's location.

Rafe Camerons current location 453 Brooklyn Street. Aka, Toppers address.

Y/n dropped her phone, so when Sarah said that she saw him, she actually meant it, all the goodness and the things that Y/n thought about him went out the door, that day, at the haunted house, Rafe told her not to go, the room was dark, and he grabbed ahold of Y/n stabbing her, however when the light finally turned back on, Ghostface saw Y/n's face and Ran.

Everything was starting to make sense, it wasn't so messy anymore, it was all Rafe Cameron, her boyfriend, she's dating a fucking serial killer.

...

ACT III

Y/n walked through the doors of her house, still traumatized as tears streamed down her face, Kelce was a dick, but he was also a good person, most of the time, actually, nevermind, he was a person, and that was all that matters.

She threw her keys on the island, making her way to the kitchen to grab herself a cup of water, that headache still acing his skull. "Y/n thank god you're safe," Rafe Cameron said, grabbing her by the waist. Y/n quickly threw him off, "Rafe, don't fucking touch me, I know." Y/n told, pointing her finger in front of his face.

Rafes worried look quickly vanished, "Are you scared?" He questioned, his tone growing dark and mysterious. "n..No," Y/n says, her voice trembling in fear.

" Good, because I love you Y/n, and I would never hurt you." "your not even gonna deny it?" "Why would I ever lie to you?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Why?" she asked, her voice cracking, everything Rafe was to her, all the goodness was gone, and all that was left was the darkness. "I'm doing it for you," Rafe answered, Y/n didn't say anything, her face downgraded as she backed up the closer her boyfriend got.

"Bullshit, how could killing people help me?" Rafe made a noise, it sounded like a laugh, however, it wasn't, "That night, at the haunted house, I heard those girls, the girls you thought were your friends, they were talking about you, saying that you're a slut, and a whore." Y/n shook her head, in disbelief.

"I couldn't let them get away with that."

Y/n's back hits the wall, giving her no room to move back from him, "And Kelce, I heard what he did, he was groping you, why didn't you tell me?" He questioned, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear as his tone got softer, and he noticed that she was trembling.

"Because I knew you would overreact, and I was so right, he was drunk Rafe, and he apologized saying that he didn't mean to...touch me without consent." Tears streamed through her eyes, remembering the eye-flashing sight of his blood spilling out of her throat.

"See what's where you're wrong, he was planning on doing stuff to you, I saw his text message on his phone, he was gonna rig your drink."

He said, kissing her forehead lightly, "So you kill him?!" Y/n asks, shouting at him, "Yes! you make me so crazy Y/n L/n that I would literally kill for you."

Rafe backs up, watching his now crying girlfriend as tears stain her rushed cheeks, her massacre ruined, Rafe then bends down, his knees touching the floor, "But, that night at the haunted house, you...you stabbed me, Rafe,"

"I told you not to go, Im so sorry Y/n, Im so, so so sorry." Rafe grabbed her hands, kissing her fingers one by one, praising her, not wanting to let her go, "There isn't a line, in this world, that I wouldn't cross for you," he cried, Rafe Cameron cried.

"I want to spend every minute with you Y/n L/n, I want you, all the time, every day, every hour, every minute, every second." Rafe then began kissing her arm, all the way up to her shoulder then back down.

"Will you marry me?"

[oikasugayama]

I love all your posts. In your dazai nsfw head canons, there was the thing with chuuya and I was wondering if you could write a fic on that? It's oki if not!! :)

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Inspired by letters I and W from my Dazai NSFW alphabet in which Dazai wants to fuck his girlfriend in Chuuya's office, and Chuuya gets to join in.

5.1k, jealous!dazai, afab!reader, cumming inside, cunnilingus, blowjob, fingering, soukoku bickering while fucking, etc. not soukoku but they do sexually interact, etc. not proofread bc i'm tired [click to read on ao3]

You urge Dazai to lock the door behind you, but he chuckles and shakes his head. “No baby,” he mumbles, sliding his hands past your hips and down to grab two handfuls of your ass. “He'll know something's up if the door's locked. If Chuuya catches us, we should be riiiight in the middle of things so he can't stop us.”

“Remind me why I let you talk me into this again?” you ask as he leans forward, chasing your lips even as you lean back and wait for an answer.

“Because fuck Chuuya. If I want to fuck my girl in his office, I will.”

“That's a terrible reason,” you gasp as Dazai slides one hand up your body and into the hair at the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss. His open mouth meets yours, tongues immediately gliding together with the same force as your lips. 

“But we're here, aren't we?” he asks after pulling back just for a second. “And I want you so bad.”

You whimper and let him reel you in once again. Your nerves will get the best of you if you have time to take in your surroundings; as it is your nose can't stop sniffing out the unfamiliar smells of luxuriois leather and some kind of smoke. If Dazai keeps leading you so confidently you'll be able to let go of yourself entirely and go along with this absolute ridiculous plan of his.

He kisses you faster and with more urgency than he does at home, making both of you breathless as you gasp into each other's mouths and lap at each other's tongues. 

His large hands glide over your body, up and down your back, hiking your top up and trying to dip into your pants. You follow his lead, reaching for the buttons on his vest and his shirt. He keeps kissing you through both of you martially undressing, his tops hitting the floor, yours following shortly after.

When he gets your bra off he makes you sit on Chuuya’s desk, and he leans down to suck on your tit. You lean back, tossing your hair over your shoulder, closing your eyes so you can focus on the feeling of Dazai's tongue circling your nipple as it perks and hardens at his touch. You make small noises, still shy in an unfamiliar place, but Dazai keeps working over you, suckling, kneading, teasing his teeth over your skin, until you're softly moaning his name and laying back, making him bend at the waist and lean forward to follow you down onto Chuuya's desk, ignoring whatever papers you land on. 

Dazai kisses lower eventually, and his deft fingers unbutton your jeans and start sneaking under the fabric.

“You're so pretty spread out for me on stupid Chuuya’s desk,” he says cupping your dampening panties in his palm. “I'm gonna make you feel so good the whole Mafia hears you screaming.”

Your eyes widen in panic briefly and you stutter out a no, but Dazai laughs softly and kisses right above where your panties cover.

“You're safe, baby, I promise. Not a single person here would be stupid enough to hurt a hair on your head.” He drags your jeans down your legs finally, and you kick a little as he pulls them over your feet. He grabs one ankle, kisses the inside of it, then holds your leg up and kisses slowly down, closer and closer to your crotch.

“These walls are soundproof anyways,” he says once he's near your inner thigh. “No one will hear you scream.”

You giggle softly and push his forehead away from you.

“Don't be creepy, weirdo.”

He smiles and lays his cheek against your thigh, his face so close to your clothed cunt. You watch him, desperate for his next move.

“There's my sweet girl. You really don't need to be worried, I promise.” You jump slightly when his finger presses just above your clit and pushes in as he drags it down, making your panties slightly stick between your folds. “I'd never put you in danger.” His voice lowers as his finger goes up again, still pushing in, now really emphasizing your cleavage. “You know that, right?”

You nod, giving a quiet “mhm.”

“Speak up,” he says, now tracing his fingers around the outside of your panties.

“I know,” you say, still keeping your eyes locked on his. “You'd never put me in danger.”

“Good. And do you know why?” His finger slips under by just a single knuckle, and he lifts your panties high, making the crotch pull taut and squish between your labia. You whine and try to push down to get some friction on your clit but it's barely there, he's holding your panties at just the wrong angle.

“Tell me.”

“Because you love me?” You guess, and he smiles widely.

“Exactly!” he says in his playful, excited voice. Then he rolls his head toward your crotch and licks a fat, wet stripe up one half of your exposed cunt. You make a startled little moan and he chuckles before licking the other side too.

“Now, do you want my tongue or my fingers?” he asks so close that you can feel his breath tickling your wet skin.

“Both,” you answer immediately.

“Both?” He sits up and tsks, slowly shaking his head. He stands upright and you whine, reaching for him, saying soft no’s.

“Greedy girl.” He looks down and spreads your pussy with his fingers, then readjusts your panties so they're right against your clit. “You must be so horny you could die. Being so greedy like that… Why don't you get yourself off then, baby? Show me how you play with yourself with no hands.”

He tugs your panties up slightly a couple of times, giving little pricks of pleasure to your clit. You get the hint and move your hips up slowly, getting another prick of sensation. You readjust, getting one foot up on the desk beside you so you have leverage to move. Then you start a slow rhythm, bucking upward against your panties so they grind on your clit and work you up. 

“That's it, baby,” Dazai coos lowly, petting your thigh with his free hand. After a while when your speed increases and you start whining his name, he unbuckles his belt, works open his button and fly, and pulls his dick out, giving it strokes that match the time of your grinding.

“Fuck, this is hot,” he sighs. “I could watch you get yourself off all day.”

“But I want you,” you whine. You start kneading and pawing at your boobs as well, staring right up at Dazai. “Fuck me,” you beg softly.

Dazai bites his lip but says nothing, watching you with his greedy, hungry eyes.

“Please,” you breathily beg, searching for more pressure that just doesn’t exist in your current predicament. “Please, Dazai, please. Please.”

“God, it’s so hot when you beg,” he finally says, letting go of his dick. He grabs your panties with both hands and pulls them down your legs before haphazardly throwing them over his shoulder to land somewhere else.

“I want you so bad, Dazai. Please. Please.”

“Shhh,” he coos softly, leaning down over you. His lips brush yours and he intersperses tiny kisses with tiny shushes as his fingers collect your wetness. You desperately chase his lips, but he keeps pulling away. He even has the audacity to chuckle in your face.

“Don’t worry, needy girl.” He hisses softly, and you vaguely get the impression that his arm is moving-- he must be stroking himself with your wetness. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

You nod frantically, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He asks if you’re ready, and you keep nodding and nodding and finally he slips the tip inside and you moan into his face.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans, sinking further and further into you. “Love this pussy. It’s so fucking good to me.”

“I love you,” you whine and he chuckles again as he bottoms out.

“I love you,” he mutters against your lips and kisses you properly, not teasing or withholding anymore.

And that’s when the door opens.

“What the fuck?! Dazai!” Chuuya yells, scrambling for what to say next. Dazai sighs dramatically, letting the noise turn into a groan. He stands up without pulling out of you and turns his upper body toward Chuuya.

“What do you want?” he snaps. “I’m kind of busy here.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” There’s a scuffle and some noise from the hallway, but to your surprise Chuuya calmly calls over his shoulder “Don’t worry about it-- I’ve got it under control,” and then closes and locks the door behind him. He takes his hat off and hangs it on the back of the door then turns back to you two.

“I thought you were fucking joking, you dumbass.”

“I never joke about my lady’s pleasure,” Dazai says, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“What is he talking about?” Your whole body is flushed with embarrassment and fear and now confusion. Your heart is thrumming in your chest, afraid of being yelled at or in trouble with the fucking Port Mafia, but Dazai is acting so nonchalant, and all Chuuya does is tsk.

“You didn’t even tell her? How the fuck did you get her here if you didn’t tell her?”

“Tell me what? Dazai?”

Dazai groans and turns back fully to you, grinding against you, making you gasp. “I told you that you weren’t in any danger. Chuuya knew we were coming.”

“I didn’t know. You said it like a fucking joke.”

“Dazai, tell me what--”

“I asked Chuuya if he’d let us fuck in his office if he got to join in if he caught us, and he said yes.”

“I thought you were joking!”

“Join in…?”

Dazai’s eyes lock on yours but he doesn’t say anything. Your eyes are softer than he expected and now he’s starting to realize maybe he didn’t make the right call here. Now he’ll actually have to put his money where his mouth is and let his ex-partner fuck his girlfriend.

Dazai easily regains his composure and turns to look at Chuuya again.

“Well?” he asks. “Why are you still standing there? You caught us, so come here.”

Chuuya hesitates.

“She okay with this?” he asks. “Man, I don’t even know her name.”

“That’s because you haven’t introduced yourself yet, slug. Now come here.”

“Don’t boss me around,” he grumbles as he crosses the room. Finally he’s standing over you and his eyes lock purely on yours, not straying in the slightest to any of your exposed skin.

“Sorry we weren’t properly introduced because your boyfriend’s a fucking moron. I’m Nakahara Chuuya. Are you okay with this?”

“Hi, Chuuya,” you say softly. Your face is so warm as you blush; his formality makes the situation really sink in--you’re spread out naked with your boyfriend balls deep, and Chuuya’s hardly acknowledging it. “He is kind of dumb, but I like him anyway--”

“--Heeey--”

“I’m [Y/N], and yeah, you can join us. I mean, really it’s the least we could do…”

A smirk slowly overcomes Chuuya’s face.

“Oh, yeah? Gonna pay me back for the time it’s gonna take to clean my office by letting me use your pretty little body?”

Dazai grinds against you again, and you groan softly, biting your lip.

“Mhm,” you hum, nodding at Chuuya. “We’ll make it worth your time.” You reach out for his hand, and he allows you to take it. You guide it to your tit, and he chuckles.

“Right into it, huh?” he asks, massaging it gently. Dazai finally pulls partially out of you and thrusts back in, making you gasp again. Chuuya glances down at where your cunt sucks your boyfriend’s cock in, and he clicks his tongue.

“Damn, that’s kinda hot.” He pinches your nipple between his fingers, rolling it and squeezing, drawing extra whines from you.

“Isn’t she?” Dazai asks rhetorically, rubbing one of his hands across your belly and up your side. He pulls you by your hips until your ass is partially hanging off the desk. You wrap your legs around his hips and he starts his usual starting pace, fucking into you nice and deep because of the angle he has you at.

“Chuuya,” you say softly, but the way Dazai is fucking you makes everything you say sound like a breathy moan. Both of them turn slightly red from hearing you more or less moan to Chuuya. “Chuuya, take your pants off,” you add, trying to make it clear that you were trying to say this from the beginning. Dazai’s thrusts speed up and hit harder, and he starts grunting from the effort.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, grabbing the edge of the desk for dear life. “Oh, Dazai, fuck!”

You hear the clinking of metal and turn your head to see Chuuya doing as you asked. He drops his pants, kicking them to the side after kicking his shoes off too. He unbuttons his vest and his shirt and strips until he’s only in his underwear and socks. You watch as he palms himself through his underwear, watching from a few feet away as Dazai fucks you relentlessly. Your tits jiggle, your breath shakes, your legs are trembling, and Dazai is huffing and moaning and panting above you. His head is down, his long hair hanging over his face as he watches where your cunt meets his cock--he told you once it’s one of his favorite sights, and when he gets so drunk on it like today, you believe it.

“Let me touch you,” you stumble out to Chuuya, reaching out to him again. He shuffles closer until your hand can paw at his crotch, feeling for the shape of him through cloth. He locks his hands behind his head and stands with his hips toward you, watching as you stroke him and feel him up as best you can.

“Take it off,” you huff, grabbing the elastic of his waistband. “I wanna see.”

Meanwhile, Dazai’s pace doesn’t let up. One of his hands gropes at your breasts, squeezing and almost using it as leverage to balance himself as he fucks you.

“Go on then,” Chuuya says without moving. You struggle to reach both arms over to him, but you manage to squirm away from Dazai just enough-- which he does not like-- to get your hands on Chuuya’s underwear. You pull it down a few inches and push it as much as you can until finally they drop.

His cock is a nice size-- it’s thick and when you wrap your hand around it, an inch or two and the tip are still sticking out. His pubes are thick but cleanly trimmed and with his toned, muscular body you have to admit you’re finding him really, extremely hot.

“Your hands are much softer than mine,” he grunts as you jerk him off. “Feels good.”

“She’s got an amazing mouth,” Dazai pants, finally lifting his head to watch you interact with Chuuya, though his pace never ceases. “Put on a condom and let her show you what she can do.”

“You use condoms?” Chuuya asks, glancing down at Dazai’s dick.

“No, but you will if you’re gonna put your dick anywhere near her,” he mumbles. “I don’t even like her hand on you bare.” He grimaces. “You still keep some in your desk, don’t you?”

“Old habits die hard,” Chuuya mumbles, gently touching your hand to make you let go of him. As he rounds his desk to rifle through his drawers, Dazai leans down and licks one nipple, then the other.

“I’m gonna cum in you,” he mumbles against your skin. “You’re mine. Don’t you forget that.”

“Yeah,” you moan as you agree. His fingers find his way down to your pussy, and you feel one partially slip in beside his cock, working a louder moan from you as it stretches you nicely. He pulls it out, presses in, gently stretching and filling you to the brim.

There’s a thud next to your head, and you turn to see Chuuya kneeling on the desk beside you, rolling a condom over his shaft. “Will you open that pretty mouth for me?”

You don’t even answer, you just whine and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

“She loves it,” Dazai says, and it comes out awfully near to a moan. “Love sucking cock, don’t you, [Y/N]?”

“Mhm,” you hum around Chuuya’s tip as he settles it on your tongue. You close your mouth around him and let him decide the pace. He goes relatively easy on you given how Dazai is still jackhammering away at your cunt, grunting and huffing though he’s far less talkative than normal.

“Yeah, look at you,” Dazai sighs blissfully. “Bet you like having two cocks, huh? Greedy girl.” His eyes are on your mouth, watching Chuuya tamely slide in and out of your mouth. He privately seethes at the way your shiny eyes stare up at Chuuya, but he’s determined to get your attention back by making you cum.

His finger, now sufficiently wet from fingering you while fucking you, slides up from your pussy to your clit. He rubs fast, wide circles over your clit. He relishes in the way your eyes widen and flicker over to him. You must have sucked in a breath and sucked harder on Chuuya, because he moans too and his hips stutter forward.

Dazai knows that you’re about to cum based on your frequent moans. He wishes he could hear them more clearly, but he also is starting to find a sick sort of pleasure in the muffled sound you make combined with the typical noises of having a cock in your mouth. Chuuya’s not too bad looking, either.

Finally it happens. You’re loud, even muffled as you are. You moan and whine, your breathing is heavy and struggles to escape through your nose, but Chuuya doesn’t retract himself to make it any easier on you. Your legs tremble, and Dazai feels proud because of it. The way your walls clench and flutter as your orgasm tears through you milks Dazai’s dick so good.

“Fuck, mm, fuck!” Dazai whimpers and drops his head, once again watching his favorite sight. He’s been fucking you so deeply, and you’ve been so exceptionally wet today, that there’s a sticky, white ring around his shaft and it only gets messier as he cums inside of you. He shoots thick ropes of white deep inside, continuing to thrust increasingly lazily as he empties his load. 

“Stop, stop,” Dazai says softly, touching Chuuya’s hips. Chuuya gives him a look but nods and backs up, finally freeing your mouth. Dazai slips out of you while leaning down to kiss you. You lick and pant into each other’s mouths, and when Dazai pulls away he slides two messy, cum-covered fingers onto your tongue.

“Taste us.”

You clean his fingers off with your mouth and try to sit up once he’s pulled his hand away and stood up himself.

Maybe it’s because of how calm and blissed out Dazai is because of his orgasm, but he lolls his head to the side and smiles lazily at Chuuya. “She’s the wettest she’s ever been,” he sighs happily. “You better get your dick wet before I change my mind. Take that stupid thing off,” he says, waving his hand at Chuuya’s condom-covered dick.

“You sure?” Chuuya asks, raising an eyebrow. He holds himself by the base, languidly stroking when his cock gives an interested twitch at what Dazai offers. Meanwhile, Dazai is helping you to your feet and peppering kisses across your face.

“Yes,” Dazai says, rolling his eyes at Chuuya, then he turns back to you. “Why don’t you take it off him, baby?”

You nod slightly and turn to Chuuya, holding your hands out toward him. He crawls to the edge of the desk beside you, observing the way your legs tremble after the pounding Dazai just gave you. You wrap your hands around him and roll the condom off, handing it to Dazai after which makes him laugh.

“Throw it away,” you mumble, then predicting what he’ll do, you quickly add on “in the trash not on the floor.”

“Yes, darling,” he coos, though it’s unmistakable how disgusted he is to be holding Chuuya’s used condom. He barely grips it with two fingers, holding it away from himself. “In the meantime, I think Chuuya should lay on the floor-- you’ll both like my idea, so just do it.”

You and Chuuya share a look as Dazai goes behind Chuuya’s desk to find a trash can, but Chuuya shrugs and gets down on the floor on his back, one arm behind his head, the other lazily stroking his cock as he looks up at you. His eyes trail down your body, from the hickeys and lovebites all over your neck and chest to your red, sore nipples all the way down to your visibly sticky wet cunt which has been slowly dribbling Dazai’s cum down your thigh.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Chuuya hisses, fisting his cock harder when he notices the cum trail.

“Isn’t she?” Dazai asks, coming back to you. He gives you a few sweet kisses, keeping his eyes cracked open to make sure Chuuya is watching. Then he takes your hands and guides you the few steps over to his former partner on the floor.

“Lay down on top of him, your back on his chest.”

“But I’m gonna--”

“You’re not gonna squish him, he’ll be fine.” Dazai holds your hands as you kneel down, straddling Chuuya’s hips backwards.

“But if you touch him you’ll nullify--”

“He’s tougher than he looks, and he already looks pretty tough-- that’s the only compliment you’re getting from me, Slug.”

Chuuya’s hands grab your waist and help you sit on his hips and then lay back so you’re against his chest.

“Not even using my ability and you’re fine, babe. Don’t worry about your weight, I don’t care.”

“‘Babe,’” Dazai quotes with an edge of bitterness in his voice. You knew he’d get a little jealous letting his former partner in the mix, but it was his idea and you’re intent on seeing it through now. You’ll never tell Dazai, but you do find Chuuya incredibly attractive and once you saw his dick today you knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied until you got your chance to cum on it.

“Babe,” Chuuya says again, helping you readjust until your head is at his shoulder and you’d be able to look at each other or even kiss if you wanted-- not that Dazai would let you.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Sluggy dearest,” Dazai says, swiping some of his cum off of your thigh and spreading it over Chuuya’s tip. “You’ll never see her again after today, so don’t go falling in love with my girl or I really will have to kill you.”

“Like you could ever do that,” Chuuya snaps back. “I’d beat you to a pulp, even without gravity manipulation.”

“Bold talk for a man with my cum on his dick,” Dazai says in an overly playful tone with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Dude, what?! You’re a freak, why did you do that?!”

“It’s gonna get on you anyway, dumbass,” Dazai says. He slides two fingers into you easily, your pussy still being open and wet and so needy for more. He collects some of his cum and your arousal, completely mixed together and unable to discern one from the other. You give a little whine at his fingers in you, and especially at them leaving you, and then Chuuya’s breath hitches and even though you can’t see, you’re pretty sure Dazai is rubbing your slick over his dick.

“Fuck,” Chuuya sighs, and you look over at his face. At first it seems like his eyes are closed, but then you realize he’s just looking at Dazai, and you look down and see Dazai smirking and giving absolute bedroom eyes at Chuuya. Your pussy clenches around nothing, another surge of arousal making you squirm.

Chuuya’s hands grip your hips, and Dazai’s eyes shift to you and he chuckles.

“What is it, baby? Use your words.”

“You’re so hot… both of you.”

“Oh, thank you,” Chuuya purrs in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“You think so?” Dazai asks, and you feel something tap against your pussy. You look down and manage to catch that Dazai’s hand is still around Chuuya’s cock, moving it now, making it touch you.

“Yeah,” you moan softly, biting your lip.

“You want Chuuya to fuck you?”

“Mhm…” you hum, nodding. Chuuya chuckles softly and lets one hand roam upward over your skin until he’s palming and kneading your breast. 

“He'll do a good job, too. Won't you Chuuya?” Dazai asks, rubbing Chuuya's dick between the folds of your cunt.

“I'm gonna fuck you so good.” He sighs at the stimulation, his hips bucking up slightly. “Better than that shitty mackerel does, I bet.”

“No chance in hell,” Dazai sneers.

“Let me show her. I'll prove it.” Chuuya bucks his hips up again, trying to get his dick to slip inside. 

“No chance--”

“--Please,” you moan, cutting Dazai off. His face changes from glaring to surprise.

“Oh? You want to find out if he’s better than me?” he asks bitterly, smacking Chuuya’s dick against your pussy.

“No, I want him to fuck me,” you whine.

“That’s not what it sounded like to me.” Dazai frowns, gloom overcoming him.

“Make her cum before I do then, jackass,” Chuuya says, largely ignoring Dazai as he plays with your tits. “Prove you’re better than me.”

“Make me cum, Dazai. Let me use Chuuya like a fuck toy.”

“God damn,” Chuuya says, bucking his hips up again. “I know that’s all I am, but fuck.”

“Yeah…” Dazai’s frown slowly turns to a smirk. “He is just a fuck toy. A big fuck toy that’s gonna fill you up with cum just how you like.” As you and Chuuya give Dazai identical confused looks, Dazai points Chuuya’s cock at your hole and guides him in. The tip drags against your inner walls so well and has you moaning and grinding down on him.

“Go, Slug. Fuck my girl.”

Chuuya’s hips immediately start thrusting up into you. He braces his feet on the floor to get a better angle and he loses himself fucking you. 

“Holy fuck you’re wet,” he huffs. “So fucking good.”

“Oh, yeah,” you moan, reaching up and around to hold the side of his head. “Oh, fuck. Chuuya.”

Dazai tries not to react to the way you moan Chuuya’s name and caress him. It’ll be over soon and he’s not about to let his jealousy take away from the incredibles view he has of your pussy being rammed by a nice, thick cock-- not that he’d ever say those words out loud for Slug to hear. 

He kneels between yours and Chuuya’s legs and runs his hands across your abdomen and belly and near your cunt, calculating how long he think the two of you are gonna last. He knows you’re already sensitive from cumming with him before, and Chuuya hasn’t cum yet at all, so maybe if Dazai gets your pussy clenching around him it’ll be over within five minutes tops.

Dazai leans down with that plan in mind and without impeding Chuuya’s thrusting, he gets his face right up to your cunt and uses the tip of his tongue to circle your clit. You whimper and buck your hips up, then push them back down to meet Chuuya. Dazai doesn’t even need to spit on you-- you’re plenty wet enough-- but he does it anyway, landing a glob right on your swollen clit. He uses the excess wetness to have his tongue gliding effortlessly in circles around your nub. Finally he gets your attention again, and you moan his name. The hand that isn’t in Chuuya’s hair slides down into Dazai’s, and he relaxes a bit now that you’re touching him.

The combination of Chuuya fucking you from behind and Dazai’s tongue now flicking relentlessly back and forth over your clit-- all the wet sounds, the smell of Chuuya’s cologne, his moaning in your ear, his hands still tweaking and playing with your incredibly over-sensitive nipples-- it’s too much. You can’t even talk; you can’t tell either one how you feel, how good they are. You can hardly moan, most of what comes out of you being only broken, stuttery noises thanks to the way Chuuya’s movements wrack your whole body and control the way even your breathing works right now.

I’m not gonna last. I’m not gonna last. I’m not gonna make it. you think, but you’re unable to warn either one of them. Chuuya must know it’s coming from the way your cunt clenches around him. He hisses and turns his head so his lips hover over your nose, moaning your name right at you.

Finally it happens when Dazai sucks on your clit and pushes a finger into your tight cunt alongside Chuuya’s cock. It’s overwhelming. There’s too much happening, too much going on from the both of them. You’re completely dumb on Chuuya’s cock, complete putty in Dazai’s hands.

You cum hard, arching your back up to let Chuuya fuck you deeper if possible. You squirt profusely, drenching Dazai’s mouth and getting a surprised chuckle from him.

“Good girl,” he praises, but you barely hear it over the way Chuuya shouts a string of swears next to your face. His hands finally leave your tits and grip your hips hard. He only thrusts a few more times before he’s cumming too, painting the inside of your cunt white for the second time. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chuuya chants as he comes down, his movements slowing until he’s finally completely still. Dazai sits up and smiles a shit-eating grin at you.

“We made her squirt, Slug. Did you feel it?”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans, dropping his head back and turning it away from you. “I’m not cleaning that shit up, though.”

“Did you cum inside…?” you ask quietly as Dazai starts maneuvering Chuuya’s softening dick out of you.

“He said to,” Chuuya says flippantly.

“Think about it, baby,” Dazai says. “There’s no way his shitty little swimmers will beat mine. If you get pregnant, that's gonna be my baby in there.”

“It’s only ‘cause you’re a shitty mackerel. Fish swim.”

[c0llisiion]

“I love you.” - G.ST

Cr. _3aem on twitter/x for the pic

★pairing : gojo satoru + fem!reader

★genre : smut , slight angst , fluff(?)

★: clan leader!gojo , mean dom!gojo , dubcon/cnc , lots of crying, name calling, degrading, choking, slapping, gojo is a douchebag towards reader in the beginning, fluff at the end, aftercare — lmk if i missed any!

★W/C: 861

A/N: saw the comments under the first gojo post SO I WROTE A REDEMPTION 😍☝️ gonna be going on a break till the end of feb so 💔 i have so many clan leader gojo headcanons hehehe anyways enjoy!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

“Shit- fuck- look at you. So pathetic. Crying and whining. You better stop before I smack some sense into you.” He said, harshly as he thrusted into you from beneath. He had you bouncing on his long, thick cock while your hands clawed at his chest and shoulders. Head low, and hot tears fell on his broad chest. His hands tightened around your hips, keeping you in place while he pushed up into you at an inhumane rate.

“I told you to stop crying. What is the reason to cry? Is the dick too good?” He said darkly with a chuckle, landing a harsh slap on your reddening ass. This time, Satoru was particularly rough. And it was making you uncomfortable. You had no desire to do it. The feeling alone was making you feel weird. But you, of course, couldn't say anything because you were scared he would lash out at you, so you kept silent, letting your tears do the talking. Tears were staining your face. You looked like a mess, but that wasn't the concern at the moment. You yell in pain and shake your head. Satoru looked at you, amused. He knew something was off, but he ignored his intuition. Through tear-filled eyes, you glanced at his face. His face had a stern look. He scowled at your lack of response and tightened his grip on your hips, guaranteed to form bruises as he thrusted up into you harshly. He pulled you off his dick before slamming you back with great force. mouth flung open and eyes wide, choked-out cries slipping from your lips every second. “You wanna be all bratty right? Im gonna make you regret it.”

The pleasure quickly turned into pain as he continued fucking into you. Satoru now had you on your back, his hand wrapped around your neck, in a tight grasp as he pounded into you. He seemed to not get the signal that you weren’t enjoying it. “Gojo..!” You cried out as his cock hit a specific spot. Your hands were around his wrist, trying to push him away. “Quit resisting, bitch. I know you like it. Better stay still before I do something bad.” You shook your head, tears running down the sides of your face. Satoru slapped your face, which made your breathing stop for a second. “Take it, you stupid cunt. Take it. I know you can.” He said smoothing over your cheek. You nod out of fear and let him keep pounding into you.

After a moment, you reach your breaking point. It was just too much, and you were getting really uncomfortable. “G-gojo..” Your voice was soft and hoarse as you called out to him. Satoru was too immersed in the pleasure and ignored you. You call out to him once again. “Gojo.. i-i dont-“ “shut up.” That was all he said as he increased his speed. You cried out. “Gojo..! P-please..!” With every word you said, his pace and strength increased. “Satoru stop! I don’t like it! Stop it, please!” You screamed out, bursting into tears, making Satoru stop and look at you, astonished. You were not expecting his next move. Satoru immediately wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to his sweaty body. He held your shaking body tightly towards himself. You were too out of it to process the embrace and just cried into his chest. His hands smoothed over your lower back. “Shh..shh..” he shushed you, kissing your forehead softly. This was the first time he ever showed you affection. His grip tightened. “Its fine.. you are safe with me. Dont cry. Im sorry..” he whispered into your ears. You couldn’t help but cry into his chest more. “Im gonna prepare us a bath… will that be okay with you?” He asked you tenderly. You nod and feel his warmth leave your side. He quickly wrapped you in his haori, put his pants back on, and walked out of the room. You heard him ordering his servants to prepare a bath immediately before he returned to your shared room. He sat in front of you and pulled you into his lap, hugging you tightly. “Its alright.. You are okay..” He kissed your head before picking you up in bridal style.

He slowly placed you in the warm water before getting in himself. His hands wrapped around your waist gently, pulling you closer to his chest. Your head lay on his chest as you sniffled and cried. Satoru was gently stroking your hair, not wanting to make you even more uncomfortable. “I..im- im sorry.. g-gojo” you managed to mumble out. Satoru shook his head, pulling you in closer. “No. Im sorry. I'm such an idiot. I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Why didn’t you tell me you were uncomfortable?” He asks you with concern. You nod. “I- i… was scared. Im sorry. Im sorry i was not able to-“ “shh..shh.. its alright. I'm glad you are feeling okay. That's the only thing that matters right now."

You nuzzle into his chest, loving the warmth of his body wrapped around you. Satoru sighed and kissed your forehead. “I love you.” 

A/N: HEHE THANK YOU FOR READING!!! Sorry if it seemed too rushed 😭 More clan leader gojo headcanons? 🤫🧏‍♂️

[leahsgf]

hi!! could you please do a lucy fic where she looks after a younger player (like late teens age) and she gets very protective over them, like when they’re tackled badly or when interacting with fans, or maybe helps them with nightmares, any stuff like that pls

i’ve got you

lucy bronze x teen!reader

just lucy being an overprotective older sister figure to you

lucy had been protective over you from the instant she saw you for the first time, after your call up to the senior squad. you were a little baby in comparison to the other girls, and she could sense your anxiousness - immediately taking you under her wing, and being like the older sister you never had.

to say she was fiercely protective over you was the understatement of the century, and this was something well known by everyone around you - so when you found yourself on the receiving end of a particularly rough tackle during a game, there was only one way it would go.

you weren’t entirely sure what had even happened, all you knew is that you were hit, hard, leaving you slumped on the pitch, with pain swarming your body, and blood trickling down your head.

you cried out silently as you were surrounded by your fellow teammates and medics, and everyone except the one person you needed.

alessia and georgia were crouched at your side, holding your hands and stroking your hair in an attempt to comfort you as a splint was placed around your leg, and you were being prepared to be stretchered off.

amongst the ringing noise of the crowd and the worried voices all around you, you could hear lucy’s shouts from a distance as clear as day, worrying as you could hear that she was arguing with both the ref and the opposing player as keira and leah pleaded with her to just leave it be.

“she needs you with her more than she needs you to be doing this. we’ll sort it out, just go to her. she only wants you.” keira pointed towards you.

lucy nodded, as if instantly coming to her senses at a mention of you, before rushing towards the chaos, everyone knowing to part to let her through to you.

“luce.”

you spoke in barely a murmur, yet she was next to you in an instant, as if you had screamed her name - and you visibly relaxed with her presence.

“i’m here sweetheart, i’m here. you’re gonna be okay, hm? i’ve got you.” she pressed a kiss to your head and held your hand as you were carried off the pitch, being subbed off to be with you.

-

she was there for you in other aspects of the games too, always making sure to keep an eye on you when you were meeting the waiting fans at the end of matches, knowing your struggles with anxiety and that you were still only young and relatively new to all of the attention on you.

there was one day where the shouts of your name, shirts being thrown and phones thrusted in front of your face became a little too much, and you froze - completely overwhelmed, and she was quick to be next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and guiding you towards the tunnel after thanking all of the fans for coming.

“you did great, little one. gets a bit much for us all sometimes, it’s perfectly okay to have boundaries, let’s head out - fancy a movie night?”

-

the pair of you always roomed together, as she was your unofficial guardian whilst you were on camp or away for games, and those were the moments where she saw you at your most vulnerable.

you had been plagued with nightmares from a very young age - and they worsened as your anxiety peaked.

you often woke in tears, struggling to catch your breath in the darkness, but lucy never once hesitated to comfort you, no matter the time of night or how tired she was, she’d be rubbing your back and talking you through it.

“there’s my girl, you’re doing so well. i’ve got you.”

-

i’m not sure if i’m happy with the ending but i just want to post it so i’m ending it here…

[crybabyceline]

Some Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!reader, smut under the cut, MDNI please :) this is my first blurb, sorry if it’s trash…thanks for reading <3

Edit: the pic is so blurry because tumblr has flagged my post for nudity, so hopefully blurring helps!

“Shhhh, shhh,” Ghost huffed quietly from behind you, grinding his hips harshly and rutting up against your ass while you squealed into his hand, both of you panting and tense as you laid over his desk in his office. You both had, had a long day out in the field and you needed this tension gone. His rough palm was firm against your mouth, fingertips digging into your cheek while he whispered hushed warnings into your ear.

“Quiet… or I’ll have… to stop,” He growled softly through gritted teeth, glancing at his office door while he slammed his hips carelessly against your ass, clapping sounds echoing through the room. Your eyes were in the back of your head, pussy squelching with every deep thrust as you babbled nonsense into his hand. Your arms were beginning to hurt from his tight grip on them, body aching and longing for a much needed orgasm.

Ghost looked down between you both where your bodies were repeatedly connecting, watching as his massive length disappeared into you over and over again. Your pretty pussy was struggling to take him all in, but you were still dripping slick down your thighs, making an absolute mess of both your sexes and leaving a creamy white ring around the base of his cock.

“Mmm..” you whimpered helplessly against his calloused hand, clenching around him as you began to see stars, letting the tears fall from your face as your orgasm forcefully rushed through you, pussy throbbing around his shaft. He groaned desperately upon feeling you gush on him, letting go of you and pushing you down against the desk as he now began to chase his own release.

He was greedy in the way he took you, scratching his nails down your back and burying his face between your shoulder blades while he fucked into you sloppily. “Fuck, y’feel..so..good, lovie..so wet f’me..” He panted quietly between thrusts, sitting up and aggressively pulling you up against his chest in a bear hug.

You were trapped in his big, solid arms, forced to endure his mean thrusts up into your cervix while your body trembled against him. “T-too much, sir, too much!” You whined, clawing softly at his wrist and letting the tears fall down your cheeks as Ghost hugged you tighter against him, ignoring your pleading. Your body was on fire, unable to come down from your first orgasm before you felt your second one approaching.

You felt one of his hands snake down to assault your swollen clit, rubbing harsh circles against it while he fucked into you with a sudden precision that had your gummy walls clamping down around him again. “Gonna cum again, hmm? Make a mess of my cock, doll? M’close too, baby..” He groaned quietly, grabbing a handful of your hair in his free hand and tugging you up so your bodies were flush, sweat soaked skin rubbing against one another.

“I-I-I’m c-cumming!” You cried, your vision doubling as your second orgasm washed over you, harsh waves of pleasure soaking your core as Simon emptied his load into you, grunting and slamming his hand over your mouth to try and hide your babbling screams while you both came. You felt his thick ropes of cum hitting your cervix, painting your walls and dripping out of your swollen hole because you were just so full.

You were both still sweaty and breathless when he pulled out of you, quickly yanking your underwear up your thighs in an attempt to keep his cum inside you. You stood up on shaky legs, staring up at him with lidded, glossy eyes and a dumb smile on your face as you both began to get dressed. You both stared at eachother for some time, staying wordless while he bent down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

After confirming you were okay, he guided your body towards the door, hand on the small of your back with a smirk and a sharp smack to your ass. “See you soon, Sargeant, be a good girl in the meantime for me, yeah?” A hint of a smile played on his lips under the mask, watching as you blushed and nodded shyly as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out. “Yes sir, thank you.” You murmured as you bit your lip to hide your smile, knowing that it wasn’t the first time your lieutenant took advantage of you and it definitely wouldn’t be the last time.