#kinda mad I'm not tipsy

[actual-corpse]

Got a muh fucken TV mote on my phone.

[talktonytome]

"See, this is why we should have done separate parties," Eddie groans. "If I had known this was going to happen the whole time!" He raises his voice pointedly at Buck and Tommy who are very busy tasting each other's drinks-- off each other's mouths.

Buck pulls off Tommy's lips long enough to flip him the bird and smirks at him. "You did know this would happen so shut it, Diaz! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go dance with my super hot soon-to-be husband," he declares, pulling a giddy, tipsy Tommy by the hand, toward the dance floor. "Oh, if I were you, I wouldn't look at us because we will not be leaving room for Jesus, he throws back with a grin.

They had decided on a joint bachelor party because neither one of them wanted to be away from each other and so far, it's been a blast. They've been bar-hopping with all their friends and family, ensuring a great time wherever they went. This was their fourth bar of the night and it was almost criminal they had yet to dance properly.

To be fair, they had spent half the time making out-- sue him, his man looks incredibly hot in sinfully molded jeans and a slutty, loose shirt that shows half his chest. Tommy may have sucked his soul though his dick in the bathroom of the last bar and they knew they weren't fooling anyone, when they came out sporting matching dazed looks and Tommy's hair in all states of disarray from where Buck had gripped it.

Now, they're pressed together, Buck's back against Tommy's broad chest and his head thrown back on a sturdy shoulder. Tommy's hands are curled possessively on his hips and they move together sinuously. "Hmm, you feel good," he sighs contentedly.

Tommy uses the grip on his hips to push Buck's ass into his crotch, so he can feel where he's already half-hard. "So do you, feel what you do to me, baby," he growls into his ear.

"Tommy," he whines, turning in his arms, needing to kiss him immediately. Much like their kiss in the hospital, they crash into each other, lips sliding and nipping. He can taste the fruity alcohol they've been swapping all night and it pulls a low moan from his throat. He keeps a hand on the nape of Tommy's neck and the other on his waist.

Tommy grabs handfuls of his ass and echoes his own moan into Buck's mouth. It's only when he hears hushed laughs and whispers, a low whistle here and there that Buck remembers where they are. When he reluctantly pulls away, with a final nip, Tommy's reddened, spit-slick lips make him want to dive in all over again. He kinda doesn't want to get arrested for public indecency on his bachelor party night, though. Maybe.

"Hey," his whispers leaning in to press his forehead to Tommy's, pausing to catch his breath. "Wanna get out of here?"

Tommy pulls back a little to look him in the eyes. "Thought you'd never ask," he says with a wicked smile. He reaches for Buck's hand, tangling it with his own. "Ooo Eddie's gonna be so mad we ditched our own party."

Bucks laughs, turning to scan for their friends around the room. They all look like they're caught up talking to each other, including Eddie, who seems to be in an animated conversation with Lucy. "Psh, let him," he shrugs, rolling his eyes. "Now, let's go consummate this bachelor party." He's already pulling them to the exit. Their friends will understand their Irish goodbye.

"Isn't that for the wedding night?" Tommy asks, biting back a grin. "Besides, didn't we kinda do that in the bathroom already?"

"Potaytoe, puhtato," Buck huffs, waving his free arm. "Now do you or do you not want to go have sex with your very willing, very hot for you fiancé?"

"I want. Very much." Tommy chokes out.

"That's what I thought," Buck smirks, bringing a hand down to swat at his ass. "Hop to it."

He feels Tommy shudder against him. "Sir, yes, sir."

[xanasaurusrex]

Bonjour! May I ask, my dear, for Dionysus cabin? Amazing therapists, I think they’d be. Not sure though. Thank you so much hand, obviously, feel free to decline!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ dionysus cabin headcanons ࿐ྂ

bonjour my dear! thank you so much for requesting! mr. d is one of my favorite characters, so i'm really excited to do these.

i think the first and biggest thing i should mention about dionysus kids is: they know how to party.

i mean, their dad is literally the god of wine

of course they're gonna be the definition of party animals

wherever there's a party, they're always the life of it

they're rarely ever the ones to start the party because they tend to be rather scatterbrained and don't have the attention span to plan a party, but they love attending them

they love attending parties

dionysus kids are the definition of heavyweights

it takes a lot to get them drunk

like they can get buzzed and tipsy or whatever but it takes a lot for them to become actually drunk

they know how to have fun sober, though, trust me

dionysus kids are very festive souls

they love holidays, any holidays, and go above and beyond decorating for them and getting everyone and themselves in the real feel of the holiday

they love halloween because you can go all out for decorations

they love christmas for the same reason

a random thing to note; dionysus kids have a special affinity for grape flavored things

grape flavored candy, grape flavored drinks, you name it, and dionysus kids are all over it

they also love fruit

their dad is the god of fruit and orchards, so they're a big fan of it

of course, grapes are their favorite

dionysus kids really love raisins, too

they're just dried grapes, so they find the flavor pleasant enough

there are definitely dionysus kids who don't love raisins, but most dionysus kids will eat them if there's nothing else to snack on

this is one of those things that everybody else in camp judges them for, but they get to enjoy raisins with each other so it's okay

dionysus is also the god of vegetation, so dionysus kids also tend to like veggies more than the average kid

dionysus kids like veggies as toddlers, which is a big sign to them being a dionysus kid

like, they'll even devour broccoli

anyways

another thing about dionysus kids is that they generally have a pretty good relationship with their dad

he is the camp director, so they see him a lot more than the average half-blood sees their godly parent, but dionysus also generally builds relationships with his kids, so they get close, and they have good relationships

dionysus also doesn't like having lots of kids, he doesn't like being too outnumbered, so there's never too many dionysus kids in the cabin at once

this makes it easier for him to create lasting relationships and makes it easier to bond with them individually

i know mr. d was kinda an asshole to percy but i do headcanon him as a pretty good dad

because there's not usually an abundance of dionysus kids that also means that they get really close with each other

dionysus kids are each other's ride or dies

they consider each other their best friends

there's never usually more than 4 in the cabin at once so it's like a little friend group, except you all have the same dad!

so fun fact

dionysus is also the god of insanity and ritual madness

this does come across in dionysus kids, unfortunately

dionysus kids can go fucking insane sometimes

please, please please please, i beg of you

never cheat on a dionysus kid

think carrie underwood, but like times a thousand

all dionysus kids know before he cheats by heart because they've sung it at the top of their lungs in their cars after getting cheated on for the first time

and then they've gotten revenge

it's never pretty

i can't legally go into the details (aka i'm too tired to come up with the details) but please never do it

if not for the sake of the dionysus kid heart you're breaking but for your own

dionysus kids are also generally really gifted actors

dionysus is the god of theatre, and since he has a passion for it, he likes to pass that passion down to his kids

there's a sort of drama club within camp half-blood

(founded by dionysus kids and heavily supported by the camp director of course)

they like to put on shakespeare because it's very greek tragedy-esque, but usually without the actual greek tragedy

also whenever there's a sword fight, it's easy to perform and choreograph because they're already being trained in swordsmanship, so they already have that skill (or at least know how to handle a sword without decapitating themselves)

dionysus kids like to think shakespeare was a dionysus kid

mr. d will neither confirm nor deny

(but the glint in his eyes whenever you bring it up leans more towards the affirmative)

randomly going back to them being heavyweights thing, even if they do get drunk, it's rare for a dionysus kid to get a hangover

which is something they endlessly brag about to other campers

"oh, it's weird that i eat raisins? well, i don't get hangovers so suck it"

dionysus kids also have a hilarious sense of humor

like these kids are really funny

their sense of humor consists of a lot of sarcasm and teasing and stuff like that

they can be really annoying as older siblings and younger siblings

a lot of "why are you hitting yourself? why are you hitting yourself?" copying, and other stuff like that

basically, dionysus kids are super cool and crazy and chaotic, but they're hard not to love

it's also pretty nice being friends with a dionysus kid because they can get you out of trouble with their dad if what you did was pretty mild and they ask really nicely

they're also just so freaking fun at parties that it's so nice having them around

consider yourself lucky if you're a friend of a dionysus kid

so it's 2:30 am and i have to be up at 9 but i got inspired by this and i want to start pumping these out faster, so here you are! dionysus cabin headcanons. i hope you liked them, i had so much freaking fun writing these! thank you so much for reading, please reblog, i love you all so much! muah!!

[darkroomkisses]

Could you do an extremely possessive Ethan Landry 🙏🙏

You belong to Me (Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader)

A/N: Omg thanks for the request! yes, love the idea. I hope you enjoy this lil blurb 🥀 !READ TAGS!

Pairings: Dark!Ethan Landry x Reader

Warnings: NON-CON to DUB-CON, Boyfriend!Ethan, Dark!Ethan, Possessive!Ethan, SMUT, Dark themes, possessiveness, manhandling, Jealous!Ethan, Unprotected P in V, choking, swearing, creampie, toxic relationship, unhealthy behaviors, slut-shaming. Overall toxic.

Summary: Possessive!Ethan Landry, doesn't take it lightly when another man touches you at a party. He makes sure you remember you belong to him.

Words: 1.8k

“No, you’re not wearing that out” Ethan says firmly with his arms crossed against his chest. You were looking for an outfit for the frat party tonight. You let out a small pout turning from the mirror to face your boyfriend.

“But Ethan, I think this is my best skirt” you stand between Ethan's legs he was sitting at the edge of the bed. You put your hands on his face “Please love?” You give him your sweetest, cutest voice which worked most of the time. Not this time though, Ethan grabbed your wrists hard. You hissed at the harshness of his touch.

“I said NO” Ethan says, with a dark edge to his voice. “Ow, Ethan, you’re hurting me” you cry out, you struggle to get out of his hold, he stands up making you stumble backwards against the wall. “Why do you want to dress like a slut so bad? You want other guys attention or something?!” Ethan spits at you. The crazed look in his eyes scares you a little.

This was different, sure Ethan was kinda needy and jealous and he would get a little grabby when someone gets too close to you. It never scared you before but now you feel uneasy with your boyfriend. “No! Never, why are you acting like this?” Your voice is quivering.

“Because you’re mine!” Ethan practically shouts at you, his chest rising and falling. You flinch back at his aggressive tone. You don’t know what to do in this situation, you just wanted him to calm down and let go of you. “O-okay Ethan, I know I'm yours” you say in a whisper.

“I’ll change, okay? Now please let go” With that Ethan lets go of your wrists, you quickly rub your wrists trying to soothe the pain, You see marks forming. You look at Ethan, the hurt apparent in your eyes. Ethan eyes soften “I’m sorry baby, I really am sorry, I just love you so much”

“I hate when other guys look at you, knowing they are thinking disgusting things, it makes me mad enough to kill”

That look that scared you comes across his face again and his dark words makes your stomach flip. “Uh I get it Ethan, I'm sorry I made you mad” Ethan brings his lips to his wrists to softly kiss it.

“I’m sorry I hurt you” you don’t know if you fully believe him, but you smile at his soft apology and let him kiss you deeply on the lips, his hands roam your body, squeezing your ass through your skirt. He moves his lips to your ears “I only want you to wear this for me, no one fucking else, you got it?”

“O-okay” You stutter out, you felt arousal bloom from the heat on your ear.  

You ended up changing into jeans and a crop top, finding balance with your outfit. You weren’t the happiest about it, but Ethan was okay with your choice but still grumbled about the tightness of the shirt. Ethan and you walk to the party hand and hand.

The party was loud and packed, the lights were dimmed, you could smell the weed and booze in the air. You promised Ethan you wouldn’t drink too much, but after 3 shots and a mixed drink you felt tipsy and Ethan cut you off. He wasn’t too happy. You were cuddled with Ethan on the couch, legs across his lap and his hand tight on your waist.

“I told you not to drink so much” Ethan hissed. You just apologized and kissed his cheek, you really didn't want to ruin the mood.

Chad walks up to you “Y/N Come dance! Why are you being boring on the couch?” Chad reaches for your hand to pull you on the floor. Ethan without a second thought holds you in place his hand on your waist tightens.

You look at Ethan with soft eyes “Please babe? I wanna dance some more and Anika and Tara are on the floor.” Ethan didn’t want to make a scene in front of Chad, but flexed his grip, thinking about letting you go.

“Um sure babe, just come right back” Ethan mumbles, his touch still lingering.  

You let Chad guide you to the floor swaying your hips excitedly. Ethan’s jaw clenches when Chad touches you. You dance with the girls and Chad. Ethan watching every step you take his brows pinched together watching you so intensely.

Ethan tries to keep his cool usually he knows you are naïve to the world and the motives of men, so he must protect you. Lately he's been feeling like you wanted a little space from him, he couldn't handle that. He can usually talk you out of being with your friends or going out late. He wanted you to himself. You were his and he wouldn’t let you forget it.

The music blared and you swayed your hips sexily to the song. Two guys come up behind you, one of them puts their hands on your waist, pulling you against their body, you don’t even struggle for a moment before you feel a tight grip on your arm pulling you away.

Ethan sees red and he grabbed you roughly, pushing the guy with his other hand. “Get the fuck away from her” Ethan shouts over the blaring music. The guy backs up putting his hands up in defense, “My bad didn’t know she was taken, dude” the guy slurs, Chad steps in between “Yeah, move along buddy” The guys scoff and walk away.

Chad looks at you to see if you're okay, you nod. You look at Ethan who still had his you in his grip. There is fire in his eyes, and you didn’t think there was any way to put it out.

“We’re leaving now” Ethan says definitively tugging your arm moving you through the crowd of people. You trip over your feet trying to keep up with Ethan strong grasp. You hear Chad and the girls calling you two back, but Ethan doesn’t stop his stride.

When you make it outside you try to get him to slow down. “Ethan, slow the hell down” you plead with him. He doesn’t say anything until you get to the dorm. Your fear was ramping up as you reached his dorm, he pushed you through the door.

“What the fu-” you start when you fall to your knees. Ethan grabs your hair into a fist pulling you up to push you against the counter. You cry out in pain when your back hits the counter hard. “Ethan what-”  

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Ethan screams in your face, his face is twisted with anger. You were confused and you stumbled over your words telling him you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Ethan calm down please, it wasn’t my fault” your eyes start to tear up, your voice breaking.

“Yes! it fucking is, I warned you to not act like a fucking slut” Ethan gets close to your face and wraps his hands around your throat, squeezing tight. Your hands fly up to his hands you claw at him.

“How dare you let that guy touch with like that?” he says in disbelief “I bet you liked it too, cause you're a whore” Ethan spits out, he was so close you could feel his hot breath on your face. You shake your head “no” as best as you can manage.

“Please” you choke out. Ethan stares at you for a moment, his eyes roaming over your body before letting go. You cough and try to catch your breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t know he would do that, seriously” you cry out.

Ethan traps you between his body and the counter his hands on both sides of you, you had nowhere to run. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your stomach. He was so hard, and you felt your body tense up at the thought of him getting off doing this to you.

“Yea right, you're just too dumb to know that” like a flip of a switch, a condescending smirk pulls at his lips. “If you wanted to be treated like a slut, you should have just asked.”

Before you can question him; Ethan flips you over, so your ass meets his hips, and he places his hand on your back to keep you in place. You call his name out, worry heavy on your voice. “Dumb slut” Ethan mutters he pulls your jeans down roughly.

“Ethan! Wait" you call out again and you reach your hands out trying to push him back. He doesn’t listen, it’s like he was deaf to the world, not hearing your pleas or he was just ignoring you. Ethan couldn’t contain his rage anymore; he knew one way to put you back in your place.

He needed to remind you that you belonged to him. Ethan pulls your underwear down in a quick motion. “Ethan, I said I'm sorry!” you call out.

“And why the hell was Chad getting involved? Does he fucking like you?” Your eyes go wide “God Ethan no! He's a friend”

You feel a slap come down on your ass cheek, you let out a sharp moan, and another hard slap makes you whine in pain.

“You don't need friends, only me! Am I not good enough for you?” Venom on the tip of his tongue. “Of course, you are, you’re more than enough” Ethan runs his hand on your pussy, feeling your wetness on his slender fingers. “You’re so wet for me baby, you’re never leaving me.”

Ethan moans, your body couldn’t help but react to your boyfriend's coarse touch. You knew it was wrong the way Ethan made you feel. His possessiveness was suffocating you like water filling your lungs but for some reason you didn’t want air.

You hear his pants drop to the floor, and in a quick motion Ethan pushes his way into you. You let out strangled groan. The movement knocking the air out of your lungs and your hips into the counter. Ethan fucked deeper into you, and he wrapped his arm around your neck, so you were flush against him.

“I don’t want you even looking at another guy” He growled into your ear and started kissing your cheek and down your neck. “You’re mine, only mine y/n” each thrust was harder than the last, only making you come more undone around his stiff cock.

The wet sounds and heavy breathing filled the otherwise quiet dorm. You couldn’t hold back anymore, your fear masked with deep arousal.

“I’m yours, I'm yours Ethan” you panted, lust heavy on your tongue. You feel your legs shaking, the unmistakable feeling of cumming hard hits you. You moan Ethan’s name, telling him your cumming.

“Good fucking girl, you were made to cum on my cock baby” Ethan fucks you through your orgasm. Your head feels light, you try to stay upright in Ethan grasp.

“I'm going to fill you up baby, I want you dripping my cum from your tight little pussy” you panic a little. He’s never done that before, usually mumbling how he likes seeing your pretty body and face marked with his seed.

“Ethan wait-wait, please pull out” Ethan lets out a half laugh, he pushes your head down on the cold surface of the counter, you shiver. Ethan drives into you one last time before coating your insides. “Just a reminder on who fucking owns you.”  

[the-cookie-of-doom]

"I don't want to talk about this." Kim doesn't have anyone he can talk to about this.

Porsche takes three shot glasses out from behinds the bar and lines them up. Fills each. "Drink," he orders.

Kim side-eyes the glasses. Looks around the bar; near-empty at this hour.

He drinks, one after the other. It burns going down.

"I'm still not talking about it," he says.

"I know." Porsche pulls a single shot for himself. Kim admires his restraint. Then again, only one of them can afford to get laid out, and Porsche has decided it's going to be Kim.

Kim taps one of the glasses, and Porsche obliges him with two more pours. By the time he sets the second face down on the bar top, he feels it. Warmth in his face and cotton in his head. He can convince himself he's barely tipsy, so long as he doesn't move his head, because then the earth tips out from under him. Tipsy.

"Ready to talk about it?"

"Ask me."

"Are you trying to sleep with my baby brother?"

Kim hums. Shakes his head. Regrets it. "Nope, not ready."

Porsche whistles, impressed, and pours another shot.

"You're going to be so fucked up tomorrow."

The six shots Kim sucked down slam him twenty minutes later. He should have expected it; Porsche probably did, and that's why he's laughing at Kim now, snapping pictures of him slumped over the bar and moaning in misery, offering no comfort. It was Porsche's idea to get him loose-lipped with truth serum in the form of alcohol, but Kim let him do it, so it was his fault, really.

Once Porsche has gotten enough blackmail material to last a lifetime, he closes up the bar, then drags Kim over to a booth so they can talk.

"So. Porchay."

"Porchay," Kim agrees, a lyrical slur into his arms.

"You wanna tell me what's going on there?"

"I like him s'much. He's so, so-mmm, good, he's good, and nice, and..." Kim trails off, mumbling something incoherent. "Kissed him."

"What?"

"I kissed him. On his face. I missed. He smells s'good. I wanna kiss 'im again."

Porsche laughs. "Are you trying to sleep with him?"

"Mmmno. Maybe?" Kim tries to push himself upright, and only manages to slump enough enough that he can side-eye Porsche as he says, "Dunno how."

"What?"

"Are you gonna be mad?"

"Probably not. What do you mean, you don't know how?" Kim makes a miserable sound. His eyes are fever-bright, and his cheeks are flushed, and Porsche is pretty sure it's not just from the alcohol. Kim buries his face back in his arms to hide. "Kim, are you-?"

"No." He waves a hand at Porsche. "Kinda."

"Kinda."

"You know."

Porsche does know, but he a mean part of him wants to make Kim say it, because he's an asshole, and bullying little brothers is what he does. He's definitely not going to bully Chay about this, his poor brother would die. So he can harass his own boyfriend's younger brother instead. He relents, though, because Kim looks all kinds of pitiful and sad when he next surfaces from the sanctuary of his arms. Scratch that, he looks distressed.

"I think I want to, I do, I want it - but I haven't - and Chay - I don't want to - what if I'm not-"

"Take a deep breath, kiddo." Kim does. "What, you're afraid of disappointing him?" A small nod, and Kim looks so young, and nervous, that it pulls at Porsche's heart. "Aww. You couldn't."

"Yuh-huh," Kim mumbles.

"Nah. Trust me. That kid is so gone on you." This makes Kim smile. Bright and beautiful and bigger than Porsche has ever seen. In person, at least.

"I love him so much."

"Yeah?" Porsche knows for a fact that Kim has not told Chay as much. He already knows how smitten Kim is, and has for a while - it's why they're having this conversation at all, because Kim is over his head in love, and doesn't know what to do about it, and God forbid he talk about it sober - but the confirmation is nice to hear.

"I gotta - gotta tell him." Kim squirms around until he successfully gets his phone out of his pocket, pushing at the buttons on his lock screen in an unsuccessful attempt to open it. Porsche careful reaches across and take it from him.

"Hey, no, absolutely not. The first time Chay hears that from you is not going to be in the middle of your drunken ranting. He deserves better than that."

Doesn't mean he won't want to know about it later, though, which is why Porsche has had his phone on and recording this entire exchange. He'll save it for their wedding.

"I'll write him a song," Kim declares. "I'll write so many songs, a whole album. all about him, I'll-I'll-" He seemingly loses his train of thought, patting around the table like he's looking for something. Probably a pen. Porsche helpfully hands him one, and Kim latches onto it, scribbling lyrics into a napkin. Porsche can't wait to see what he comes up with later.

"Why haven't you talked to him?" Porsche gently prompts, interrupting his creative flow. He's pretty sure whatever lyrics Kim is coming up with right now are nonsensical anyway.

"Afraid."

"Oh what? Of him rejecting you? Because that's impossible."

Kim shakes his head, looks like he's about to throw up, manages not to. "The other thing."

"What other thing?"

"Him wanting me." Except Chay does want Kim, and Kim has to know it. He's not blind. Porsche tells him as much, and Kim shakes his head, says, "He thinks so, because he doesn't have me. But if he does, and he doesn't want me anymore, because I don't, I don't..."

Porsche thinks Kim might say, I don't know how to be loved, and it breaks his heart. He slides around the booth so he can pull Kim into his side, and tries not to react when Kim bursts into tears. He didn't know Kim knew how to cry.

"Chay's so good, he's everything, and I'm not, I'm not, I don't-"

"Hey, hey, stop that. Calm down, it's okay, you're okay. Come on, what's all this?" Porsche ruffles his hair and laughs. "You're Wik! You're Khimhan Theerapanyakul.

Kim wheezes, "Not good," and Porsche crushes him in a one-armed hug that Kim doesn't even try to fight.

"Good enough for my little brother. Kay? Trust me, I'm the expert, and I'm giving you my blessing. So pull yourself together."

"Nnng?"

"Yeah, idiot, I'm giving you my permission to defile Chay."

"I wanna hold his hand and kiss his cheek and take him on a date. A real date. Imma get him flowers. What kind of flowers does he like?"

"He's allergic."

"Oh."

"But you can still do the other stuff."

"Oh." Another brilliant smile. "Yay."

"But before that..." Porsche waits for Kim to put it together, but he doesn't, blinking up at Porsche with his big brown eyes and waiting for direction. Porsche finishes the thought. "You have to talk to him first."

"Oh. Not yay."

"Hey, at least you already know what the answer's gonna be." Porsche cuffs his shoulder. "Do it for Chay, so you can have all that filthy hand-holding and cheek kisses and dates."

-

The next day greets Kim with the worst hangover he's had in his life, his body violently rejecting every ounce of alcohol he forced into it. When he can stop throwing up long enough to string together a coherent thought, he texts Porsche to inform him he's the worst person alive, his ideas are horrible, Kim is never trusting him again, and he's going to kill him the next time he sees him, just for good measure. His body hurts in ways he didn't know were possible, and it's Porsche's fault, and vengeance will be had. Just as soon as he can walk again.

Drink plenty of fluids! Porsche cheerfully replies. And don't forget to talk to Chay. Or else I'm sending him the video of you last night.

Well.

Fuck.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Screaming and crying rn also, because right after I sent in that ask, I went to go and read protector 2 and, dear writer of mine, how are you so amazing at writing Simon Shhsbsjsbsjbs actually combusting rn, love your work sm.

but! To my actual ask! so, this is another self indulgent one.

Ok, a lot of times, when I really laugh, like, actually mean it, I snort. And I’m really insecure about it, cause alot of people make jokes about it, or make fun of it. Like “you sound like a pig” kinda stuff.

So, I was wondering if I could get price, Simon, König, and Alejandro with an S/O who snorts when they laugh, and they get so embarrassed, cause they think they’ll make fun of em

Bonus++ how would they react to someone making fun of their S/O for snorting when they laugh? ⬆️ This is just a little extra if you’d like to write it

feel free to dilute/leave some parts of this ask out because I understand this is very specific 😅

have a nice day/night! <3

✨—

Thank you sm I'm so glad you love it. I tried really hard to get him right.

This one is easy for me bc I snort when I laugh too.

Have a good day ✨!

Price, Simon, König, and Alejandro with an S/O who snorts when they laugh

Price

It's not rare that he makes you laugh. He usually gets a chuckle or a good laugh out of you when he says something with that dry humor of his

It kind of makes him feel good when he does make you laugh because it makes him feel not so much of an "boring old man" as he puts it

He also just likes to make you happy

So one night while he's on leave, the two of you decide to have some fun playing a game together while sharing some drinks

You both are a little tipsy and in high spirits, so the jokes were coming out easily

Price ended up saying something so funny you couldn't breathe with how hard you both were laughing

Then you snorted and you immediately went quiet.

Your entire body heated up and you placed your hands over your mouth as you avoided looking at Price, the silence from him making things a lot worse for you

You were mortified, just waiting for you him to say something

Price heard it, but he was honestly worried that something bad had happened to make your mood turn sour that quick

"You alright, love?" He wondered and you nodded, though you didn't look okay. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Let's keep playing." You tried to change the subject but he was set on making you laugh again.

Because Price isn't stupid, he put it together and honestly, he was mad that anyone would ever make fun of you for snorting when you're at your happiest

He didn't say anything as he began to tickle you, locking you into his arms so you couldn't get away from him. No matter how hard you tried to get away, he just held onto you and tickled you

"S-Stop! John!" You begged as you laughed so hard you snorted multiple times.

"There we go." He chuckled and kissed you on the cheek.

He likes that you snort when you laugh because he likes when you laugh. It let's him know you're truly having fun

God forbid anyone makes fun of you when you snort when he's around. He's about to become the meanest version of himself because he'll find something to say back

Simon

You laugh around him a lot and at his horrible dad jokes, which makes him feel a little too proud of himself

It enables him to make more jokes and if Soap is around it's like torture

He uses them as a good way to make you happy and when you're happy, he's happy. It's cliché, but truthfully, your happiness is something that is his top priority over everything

Usually those jokes don't make you laugh that hard though, and he's okay with that because he knows you still find joy out of them

One morning you both are laying in bed, you somehow convinced him to lay in bed later than he usually does, dozing in and out of sleep since it was the weekend

Simon was cuddling you and he was content with the silence, but a good joke popped into his head and he just had to share it with you

"Did you know diarrhea is genetic?" He asked and you looked at him with confusion.

"What?" You asked half asleep.

"It runs in your jeans."

It started out soft, your laughter, but soon you were laughing pretty hard at his joke, a lot harder than normal. It had taken you off guard and it was a bad joke, but somehow it made you laugh so hard you snorted

You gasped and placed a hand over your mouth, before you hid under the covers

Simon was confused but oh so surprised at your reaction

He made you laugh so hard, you snorted

It was an ego boost that's for sure and he wanted to make you laugh like that again, your happiness making him actually smile

He began an onslaught of horrible dad jokes, making you laugh harder with each other until you snorted again

He loves it. He already loved hearing you laugh but knowing you can laugh that hard and he's the one making you that happy makes he feel like he can do anything

Death glares towards anyone who makes fun of you and he'll probably say something mean in return

(yes i took the joke from the tlou tv show it made me laugh)

König

Any good moment he has with you, he cherishes because sometimes he gets a little insecure about if you actually like him

It’s definitely just the social anxiety talking but it makes him feel funky so he tries his best to combat those thoughts by making the most of the time you have together

When he makes you laugh, it's almost like all of the bad thoughts get pushed away by and it just makes him feel a lot better than he was

He always sends or shows you things that he knows will make you happy or laugh. It makes him feel like he's doing a good job at being your S/O

(You make sure to let him know that he doesn't always have to make you feel happy for him to be the best S/O you've had. You're always there to support him when he struggles)

One time you both were just sitting in silence, enjoying each others company while he decompresses after getting back from deployment

König was scrolling his phone aimlessly to just occupy his mind before he saw a funny video that he knew you were going to enjoy

He showed it to you, pride swelling in his chest when you began to laugh at the video and he even laughed a little himself before you snorted

When you suddenly stopped laughing and turned away from him, he immediately began to panic on the inside

Did you think he was laughing at you? That he was making fun of you?

Never in his life would he ever want to make you feel that way because he knows how bad that feeling is.

"I'm sorry." He apologized even though it wasn't his fault. "I wasn't laughing at you."

"I know, it's just embarrassing." You sighed and kept your back towards him.

"I don't think so."

He gave you a kiss on the top of your head and slowly after that you felt a lot less insecure about snorting when laughing, especially when he was around

His social anxiety disappears immediately when someone makes a comment about it and he may or may not call them out on it

Alejandro

This man is in love with everything about you and there is no one who would deny that

You and him laugh together often, there's a lot about life that you both try to make the most of and enjoy, especially when he works in such a violent field

He makes sure you're always comfortable around him and sometimes lets himself do embarrassing things to make you feel better about embarrassing yourself

He's 100% your ride or die and he will go out of his way to make you happy or to at least lessen the bad moods so you're not entirely upset

He doesn't joke very often with you but he never fails to make you laugh when he's showing you a movie or something he thought was funny. He also tends to tickle you when he wants to hear you laugh

You both were watching a comedy movie, a way for him to wind down after a long day of work

Something particularly funny happened that had you both belly laughing on the couch and when you snorted, you were embarrassed but you hoped that he didn't hear it over his own laughter, but he had

He didn't think anything of it, he honestly thought it was funny but he adored it so he waited for it to happen again when another funny part came on the tv, but it never did

"You don't like your laugh?" He wondered and you tried to hide your embarrassment.

"I don't like that I snort when I laugh." You explained and he hummed before he paused the movie.

"I love it, so you can do it when you're around me, mi vida."

Over time you stopped feeling embarrassed when you laughed that hard around him

If someone were to ever make fun of you when he's around, he's going to go into a million different insults, but in English and Spanish depending who he's talking to and how mad he is

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long and also that König's part was short. He's hard for me to write for some reason but I hope to get better at it

[shysuccubusstuff]

lovesick! diluc pt. 1

Content: Consensual + shy! diluc + tipsy! diluc (hc he is a light weight).Non proof-reader.

Note: It was Diluc's birthday a few days ago so I thought about writing a lil something for him :)). This one was taking too long so I just decided to divide it (as always...). Hope you're waiting for the next one!

You and Diluc had recently started dating, as you had been meeting with each other for several times, for example when you decided to work as a bartender in his taver.

He had been captivated since he met you, at first it was merely because of your pretty face, he was even more charmed when he realized that you were not only a pretty face, but you also had such a pretty soul, always helping people and trying to make people happy. That night, Paimon had decided to stay at the Serenitea pot, sleeping as she was so "tired" from the journey back home. So, why not make a visit to Diluc? Your mind had been wandering about it, as the last time you had seen each other it had been merely for business. You entered the place, the tavern as energetic as always, some men were already drunk, laying on top of the tables while others were laughing at whatever. Then, at the bar was him, his pretty red hair shining as if they were flames, his arms were slightly pressured by his shirt, making his muscles stand out a bit more. As soon as he saw you his gaze softened, his lips curving into a shy smile.

"Traveler, it's a pleasure to finally meet you again, did you have any business here?" He had gotten closer to you, but he had paused, his body showing how he was unsure of how to greet you. You smiled, as despite most times he was more like a wild bear, he now looked like a little cub, unsure of what to do. Without wasting more time, you got closer to him, your arms surrounding him and closing the hug, his warmth making you feel even more at home. Diluc got a little tense for a moment, but he quickly joined the hug, his hair tickling you a little. He slowly let you go, his face a bit red, as he didn't expect you to greet him in such a welcoming manner.

"Hello, Diluc. I came to see you actually, last time we saw each other I didn't have that much time to talk with you and... well, it's just great to feel at home." His eyes encountered yours as he returned to behind the counter, the tips of his ears a bit red, cause how was he supposed not to feel his heart pounding like crazy? The person he liked (more like loved) had just said such a corny sentence to him! He pinched himself on the arm and kept cool, trying to keep his usual poker face.

"I'm glad you feel like that about Mondstadt, traveler. How did your journey went?" Of course you could mean Mondstadt, so he tried to keep his cool and ask about a topic that would avoid any type of weird misunderstandings.

"Oh, you know, they were entertaining, some were a bit rougher, but I was able to meet great people, for example, I even met a Duke! He reminded me a bit of you, you know?" His heart dropped a little when he saw you smile wide while talking about that man who seemed to be quite charming but he tried to remain completely focused, cleaning the counter while trying to avoid you noticing his slight change of humour. Despite his attempt, you were clearly able to tell, as he almost looked like a sad puppy, trying to focus more on cleaning the perfectly clean coutner over meeting with your gaze. So you tried to push him to look at you, your hands moving towards him, touching him softly, caressing his biceps and making him almost whimper, hungry for you.

"Diluc... you're not paying no attention to me... are you mad?" You pouted, making you look way too cute for his well-being. When did you learn to make men so weak? He bit his tongue, once again trying to remain calm while what he truly wanted was to kiss those pretty lips, still shiny from the beverage that he had given you shortly after you had arrived.

"I'm sorry traveler, it's just that today has been... kinda hard." His eyes shifted, focusing on how your pretty hands were caressing his face slowly making their way down his neck, almost touching his chest, almost making him almost fall to the ground as his legs were shaking way too much.

"How about we drink together? Just to make you feel a bit better?" You got your glass close to his lips, allowing him to take a huge gulp from it, perhaps without thinking before acting as his eyes started to look a little foggy as soon as he shallowed it. Who would guess that the serious owner of the Angel's Share would be such a light weight? The tip of his ears flushed a little, and his mind started to be (perhaps too much) relaxed.

"Oh... the pretty boy seems a bit tired, can I help you a little?" You kept trying to make him mad, the vein in his neck starting to be more prominent. Diluc got out of the counter, walking (perhaps more like running) to the door, finally closing the tavern for the day and leaving both of you alone. The warm lights making you glow like some kind of God, Diluc felt his clothes a bit too tight, his brain almost working in command of whatever you said to him. He lost no time in returning back to where you were sitting, bending in one knee and resting his face on your lap, his soft red hair falling so prettily and framing his beautiful face. You lowered your head, peppering some kisses on both his hair and face.

"Traveler, I've missed you so much, I hated when you talked about that man, did you fall in love with him or something?..." Diluc started to talk, not putting too much importance on what he was saying, but you were still unfaced, the alcohol not being strong enough for you to feel any of the effects from it. "Traveler... are you listening to me?" His hands were tugging from your clothes, making him look just like a small child complaining, somehow the idea of having a small version of him made you melt, his eyes were glistening, too pretty for this world.

"I'm sorry baby, I was just trying to mess with you a little... don't get mad at me." You smiled at him, his face forming a small pout. He got up swiftly, his face looking much more serious than before.

"Were you trying to make fun of me?..." His gaze shifted, appearing much more menazing than before. He instantly took you, putting you on top of the counter and making your eyes lock with each other. Your heart almost skipped a beat, until then you had been the one that was in control, but the order had suddenly changed, making you feel all shy and fidgety, cause, how were you supposed to react to a hot redhead moving you around as if you were as light as a feather?!

"Diluc, I was just playing! I'm sorry for making you feel sad, I swear I was just playing around, yeah? We should talk about this tomorrow, I think you're a little tipsy!" You tried to run away, putting both of your hands on his chest and trying to move even just a little, but he was not budging a bit, his breath feeling hot against your face.

"No runnin' now, it's my turn to play with you, don't cha think?" His words were dragging a bit, but he was still maintaining his grip around your waist. He got closer, starting by kissing your cheek, making you giggle a little because of his hair around your neck. He stopped for a moment, quickening the pace, his kisses started to lower from your cheek to your neck, causing you to start feeling a bit hot.

"Diluc... we shouldn't be doing this here... What if someone comes...?" Your complains fell into deaf ears, as he not only kept kissing your neck, but he even started to move his hands upwards, getting rid of your upper clothing and making you feel the coldness of the place against your skin.

"This place is closed until tomorrow... so I'm sure nobody is coming. On the other side... your night just has begun, love."

[bellgraves]

I'm sorry for this, I'm still sick and I was all day in bed. Sorry for grammar mistakes, I wrote this on my phone in note app 😓🤦🏻‍♀️

Warning: mild mention of sex.

You're a Shadow and Graves wife. Also part 2 of my none name fic, because I forgot to name my own fic. Uhhh..😣🤧 Anyway there you go

Phillip Graves / Reader

Graves didn't like it what was going on. He was walking back and forth in his mansion. He didn't like that you had misterious phone calls and you disappeared in other rooms when you were talking. You become cold towards him. Didn't want to have sex with him since 2 weeks. That pissed him off the most. When you were home you loved to make love to each other. Now you were kinda.... avoiding him? His first thought was that you're working for someone else. Or you are doing some illegal things. The last thought it was that you're cheating on him. But that's impossible. You're too loyal for this. But are you? You never flirt with other soldiers and it doesn't matter if that was Shadows, Task Force or other team. You were professional. Always friendly, respectful but with boundaries. So what you're really up to? Graves has to know. Otherwise he will explode and just throw you into the bed and fuck you into oblivion until you spill all your secrets. He went upstairs looking for you.

Honey did you finish your shower? He entered the bathroom without knocking. You were not there. Graves looked in every room. You were not home. What the hell? Just 15 minutes ago you told him that you're going to take shower after gym. So where are you??

It was late at night. Graves was sitting in the living room with small light, waiting for you like a police detective. You finally get back home. You looked amazing. Wearing short, black dress with high heels. But at the same time you were little tipsy.

Oh baby, you're not sleeping? You asked with sweet smile.

Where have you been? You didn't told me you're going out. Graves got up and took few quick steps. He stood infront of you and examined you very carefuly.

Phillip... we need to talk. Please. You took his hand and pull him into the couch. You sit on his lap.

What is it? Why I have to worry about you? Graves had offended tone.

You took a deep breath.

Baby... Before you get upset listen to me.

Go on. Phillip situated you on his lap comfortable.

I went to a bar with a friend. She is a girl that I met during my last mission. We get along and I just wanted to go out. I just.... you stopped for a moment. You caressed with fingers Graves chest.

Phillip... Last mission.. and the one before.. It was too much for me. Too much violence, too much blood and death.

Graves slowly was caressing your back and listened to you carefuly.

I know that you're one of the best soldiers and commanders in the world. You thrive in war. You're in your element when you can have a gun fight and kick some asses. You smile to him softly.

But... it became too much for me. It's overwhelming. Last year was only war and missions for me. For us. I just wanted to go out and feel like a normal person. To forgot about evilness of this world. Just to drink and dance for fun. To feel that I'm a human... not a war machine. I'm sorry baby if I neglected you. You caress his cheek with the scar.

I need some time off the missions. I want to do more of my wife duties. Cook for you, take care of you. Making this house warmer with love.

Graves took your hand and kissed it.

Sweetie, you should've told me about this. You know you can tell me everything. I got you. You're my wife and if you feel bad or uncomfortable you need to tell me this. You know I would burn the world for you, just to make you happy and safe.

Phillip... you whined and kissed his lips.

He kissed you back, enjoying your closeness. He felt relieved that nothing bad is actually happening.

You broke the kiss.

Baby.. I need to tell you something more but please don't be mad.. You kissed his cheek

Honey, you know I can't be mad at you when you look so sexy. Phillip kissed your chin and went down to your neck.

Baby.. I lost my earring tonight. You showed him your ear.

You know.. this was from the sapphire set that you bought me from Italy...I'm so sorry.

You almost cried. You were still little drunk and felt overwhelmed.

I can buy you thousands of these sets. A thousands sapphire, diamond or emerald earrings you want. Graves laughs and kissed your lips.

I love you so much... You're truly the best husband I could've dream of... You kissed him again. But please tell me that you forgive me. I need to hear that.

Okay, okay. I forgive you. He laughs again.

Now... He stands up. You strangled his waist with your legs. He took you up.

I want to fuck my beautiful, sexy wife. Alright?

Graves took you to your shared bedroom and put you on the bed. He quickly undressed you and himself and started to kiss you like there is no tomorrow.

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Intense making love and alcohol from the party got you fall asleep quickly in Graves arms. But he wasn't asleep. He was holding you in his bare chest and caress your head. After he made sure that you're asleep, he slowly released himself from your embrace. He got up from bed and as sly fox he is, he took your phone from your purse and went to bathroom. He checked your messages and phone calls. He noticed one number that you particulary were calling few times recently. Also you called this number before you left the house.

Graves had a plan. He called this number from your phone. He was waiting few signals before there was answer in the other side.

Hello? It was a woman's voice. Graves felt relieved.

Good evening. I'm your friend's husband. My name is Phillip Graves.

Good evening Mr Graves. Something happened?

Yes..listen.. my wife is busy, she is... taking a bath. And she asked me to call you and ask if you have seen her earring? She lost it in the party. It was family heirloom and she is sad that she lost it. Graves come up with a lie.

Oh I'm sorry... I haven't seen it. But if I will find it, I will defently give it to her.

Yea, thanks a lot, and sorry for late call. Have a good night. Graves ended the call.

He was so happy and relieved. You didn't cheat on him. You really made friend with a girl. And you had some stress relieving party. Nothing bad.

Graves came back to bed and he hugged you tight from behind. He kissed your neck.

I love you so much. He whispered before he fell asleep too.

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The woman looked at phone when Graves ended the call. She was sitting at the bar. She gave back the phone to a man with mohawk who was sitting next to her.

Thanks cousin. You're really the best. Said Soap and and took the phone.

How did you know that is her husband calling and not her? She asked.

We have agreement to not call each other after midnight. Soap said with small smile.

Johnny... that girl is not good for you. She will bring you only troubles. Also she is married to very dangerious man. Soap's cousin looked really worried.

Dangerious you say... Soap put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a blue sapphire earring. He turned it over in his fingers several times. He knew exact moment when you lost it. It was in the hotel room, few hours ago, when Soap had you pinned into the wall and pumped his member into you. You were holding into his arms and threw your head back. That's when your earring fell off. Soap took it from the carpet later and hide it into his pocket.

Johnny.. you know I will always support you. But this is bad idea. You had your fun. Leave this girl alone and find yourself someone better. Soap's cousin took a sip from her drink.

No. She is perfect to me. Soap still felt your sweet arousal in his mouth. He ran his tounge across the roof of his mouth. He chuckled and took a sip of his beer.

Perfect for me.

@candy616

@xxavengingangelxx

I did it for you because I love your blogs and you make me love cod even more ❤❤

[automaticllamacycle]

May Jesus forgive me for what I’m about to say.

Making matty jealous at an industry party until he spanks you and fucks you so hard afterwards

I am going to be combining this ask with this one that I got because they will fit will together hehe : literally matty just fucking you RELENTLESSLY like that man is not stopping until your actually crying like tears are flowing down your face

Disclaimers: reader is quite drunk during the sex, but I'm acting like this is in the dom/sub au I (kinda) have going on so they are in a very committed relationship and have discussed situations like this before! Anyways now onto the horny thoughts (even though im writing this more like a traditional fic)

this ended up being like 1.5k words. It is now 2am so it is NOT proof read, like not even a once over I am SLEEPY

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industry parties are the worst. You despise them. Its all the same every time. You would show up with Matty, have a few drinks of alcohol, and hang by Matty's side while he talked with people from the label. It got old really fast in all honesty.

Tonight you just wanted his attention more than anything, and you are determined to have it by the end of the night. You arrive to the party on his arm and the same old pattern begins as he's dragged away by Jamie to go talk to someone. Without Matty at your side, you excuse yourself to the open bar. One drink turns into two, which turns into three before you even realize it.

You planned this out beforehand. You thought to yourself, maybe if you got a bit drunk and needy, you could convince Matty to take you home early. After drink number three you walk over to Matty, and lean to whisper in his ear. "Baby, can we go home? I'm tired of this."

Matty can tell you're a bit tipsy from your mumbled speech. "Sweetheart, this stuff is important I can't just leave because you want to leave."

"But Matty-" you start, putting on pleading doe eyes. He cuts you off before you can finish your sentence.

"I said no. Now, go on, it shouldn't be too much longer, anyway. You can be patient."

So, you found yourself back at the bar, with another drink. You've had too much, but you don't really care. Too pissed at Matty to really give a shit.

After another hour passes you stumble back over to Matty. The liquid courage must be working because you don't even care about the fact he's talking to people. You nearly crash into his side when you reach him. "Matty! Can we go now?" He shoots you a glare instantly before turning back towards the two men he was speaking with.

"Sorry guys, this is my girlfriend Y/N. Please, continue on with what you were saying!" Matty's hand is around your waist in a bruising grip. His lips quickly come up to your ear to speak in a dark tone. "Behave."

You do behave... for a total of five minutes, then you get needy again. You start small, leaning into his side and placing your arm on his chest. The alcohol dulls your rational thinking enough that you have no shame in your next actions, reaching up to kiss him on the neck. Matty laughs off the kiss, not so much as turning his gaze to you, continuing to listen to the men speaking to him. His grip on your waist tightens. He's starting to get mad.

You don't stop. Your hand paws at his chest while you balance on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. "Please, sir. I need you-"

Matty steps away fast, not letting you connect your lips to his neck again. "Haha- sorry lads I think it's time I take her back home. Jamie is right over there and would be happy to answer any other questions you two might have." And with that Matty's hand firmly grips your wrist and pulls your behind him, out the door, and to his car.

Once your on the road, he finally speaks after giving you the silent treatment. "What the fuck was that? Were you trying to embarrass me? You know it's important that I talk to people like that at these things."

"I'm sorry- I just wanted your attention."

"And you thought the best way to do that was to beg me to fuck you in front of those guys?"

"I whispered it!"

"Whispered? You call that a whisper? I'm almost certain they heard you. How much have you had to drink tonight."

"Uhm... I lost count."

"No shit."

The rest of the car ride was filled with silence. When you arrive at his place, he doesn't even go around to open your car door, instead heading straight to the front door of his house. Once your both inside, he sits down on the couch. He's angry. Really fucking angry.

"Bend over my knee. Right now." You don't dare disobey him. That would only increase your punishment. You lean your body over his legs, giving him access to your ass. Matty flips up your dress to reveal your lace underwear that is already soaked through.

"I'm sorry sir- I- I promise I didn't mean to embarrass you. Just wanted you so bad." You flinch when his hand strikes your ass.

"Fucking slut. Just because you didn't mean to doesn't mean you avoid getting punished." You gasp as his hand comes down again, just as hard as the first strike. "Besides." His hand spanks you again. "You knew what you were doing when you decided to order all those drinks didn't you?" His hand hits you again, showing no mercy. "Needed some courage before you could be such a whore in public, huh?"

"Yes- yes sir- I knew what I was doing. I'm sorry." Matty's satisfied with your answer, but that doesn't stop the onslaught of his hands. You'll be bruised for at least a week. He wants you to remember this every time you sit down. He wants you to remember and learn from the punishment.

By the end of it, you're sobbing. The strikes were becoming too much, and you needed him to touch you. "Matty- p-please I- I need you, please."

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir. I'll never do it again. I promise." you say through choked sobs. Without warning Matty carries you to the bedroom and throws you onto the bed before he starts taking off his clothes. He's hard through his boxers, which are soaked with precum. You follow suit and take off your dress, wincing as you take the lace of your underwear off of your ass.

Matty's on top of you the next second, his cock at the entrance of where you need him most. "You know, I shouldn't even give you my cock. Only good girls deserved to get fucked."

"No! no no no! Please. I need you, I need you so bad." Tears flow down your cheeks.

Matty enters you suddenly, filling you to the hilt. He gives you no time to adjust to his size as he begins pounding into you. "Fine. I'll give you my cock." He groans out. "But I'm going at my fucking pace and you're going to take it."

His hips move rapidly, thrusting into you hard. All you can do is wrap your legs around his waist and dig your nails into his back. The moans that leave your mouth are desperate. Your cries fill the room, along with the sounds of skin meeting skin. Matty's pace is near animalistic.

Matty flips your over so you're on your stomach. You don't have the strength to hold yourself up, completely pliant on the bed. "Poor thing can't hold herself up? Thought you wanted me to fuck you?" he groans, continuing his fierce pace. The new position allows him to go even deeper into your cunt. It's all becoming too much.

"Matty-" you cry. "It's too much- I can't"

"Take it. Be my good girl and take my cock. You were fucking made for me." One of his arms wraps around your waist, pulling your up so your back is up against his chest. He uses his other hand to hold onto the headboard of the bed, steadying himself so he can thrust into you even faster.

"Matty- shit I can feel you in my stomach- fuck-" At your words, his hand shifts lower on your waist, pressing over where his cock bulges in your stomach.

"Yeah? You feel that?" He presses down harder, making a whine leave your throat. "Only I can do this to you. Your cunt is made for my cock." You moan out in agreement, drawing closer and closer to orgasm, and Matty is getting close too. "You gonna come for me? Gonna milk my cock?"

"Yes- yes sir- please."

"Go on then come for me." When he speeds up the pace of his hips, you're a goner, falling into the waves of an orgasm. The pleasure overwhelms you, pulsing through your veins. You cry out his name over and over again as he fucks you though it.

Matty is not far behind. It only takes a few more thrusts before he cums inside of you, filling you up deep inside. As soon as he's finished, he practically collapses on top of you. He takes the time to trail kisses on the back of your neck as you catch your breath and come back down to earth.

"You did good for me, baby. Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's my girl. Let me take care of you now."

[oneforthemunny]

evieeeee i’m not sure if this has been asked before but i was just curious — how would the different eddies react to reader dropping the L bomb first, and who among them do you think would actually drop it first? ahhh sorry i’m just in a fluffy and silly mood <333

ooh ok let me think.

edited bc no fucking way i forgot rockstar!eddie

for the eddies who would say i love you first:

modern!eddie says it balls deep inside of you bc that's who he is. also very early on. just can't help it. he's sure he's found his soulmate after the first date and it just comes out when he's fucking you.

bouncer!eddie too. i feel like he'd be a little drunk, a little flirty, and you say something that makes him giggle and he's just like "i fuckin' love you" "what?" "nothing..." he didn't mean to say it really, not them anyways, but he can't help that he did.

mafia!eddie is definitely saying it first, though i feel his is in the heat of a fight or a tense moment. maybe something similar to the fight in the struggles we face. where you're mad he's always just missing stuff and doesn't tell you and you get scared. maybe a retaliation where you ignore him and it goes wrong. heat of the fight, he just blurts out, "i care where you're fucking at because i want to keep you safe. i love you and i want you to be safe."

hockey!eddie says it first. literally just nonchalantly one day is like "no i love you so much" and it's kinda shocking but also very on brand for him and very sweet.

i mentioned boxer!eddie is very possessive and so is reader, so i think he says it first but under circumstances similar to her accusing him of cheating. "why the fuck would i look at someone else? why am i lookin'? i'm not. i'm only looking at you. i only love you." because let's be real, she would never say it lol, so he has to first.

as for the reader who would say it first:

cowboy!eddie's sweet girl would say it first. a little tipsy, when they were more established and steady, but they both just hadn't said it. eddie didn't think he needed to, he just assumed you knew, and you were always a little scared to say it first. until he took you to the bar and you're just dopey and hugging all over him and it slips. he'd just grin, kiss the corner of your mouth, mutter a "love you too, baby." to your skin.

teacher!reader said it first with janitor!eddie because truly, he's so fucking scared to say it on his own. like shaking almost. and she can tell he really wants to. he'll start and then it's like his words are strangled completely. so eventually she's like fuck it, and says it to him.

older!eddie did not say it first, kinda for similar reasons as janitor!eddie, but he's also very uneasy about how to navigate a relationship period but especially one with someone younger. he doesn't want to scare you off, so he shows it more than says it. until one day you've just had it, and you say it. "you know i love you, right? like i really do love you, and i want this to be a thing for a long long time." and he's over the moon about it.

dom!eddie also does not say it for the first time, which is not all that surprising. i feel like it would be during a vulnerable moment, maybe after sex and you're just a little hazy. he's being extra sweet and it just slips. he'd just smile, not make a huge deal out of it, "yeah? love you too."

nepo baby!reader says it first to rockstar!eddie, which really is shocking. when they start getting closer, it just kinda comes out. is supposed to be backhanded and mean, but kinda falls short. "i mean, obviously i love you. i wouldn't be with someone like you if i didn't. do you know how this is going to fuck my reputation?" and eddie can't even get mad at the insult bc you just said you loved him?? him???

[hiimnothere1]

just found your blog and kept trying to scroll down like three times before i realized i got to the end 😅

so um, anyway, for context: when i touch myself or use my vibrator, i usually fantasize & kinda dirty talk to whoever i'm picturing (in a comically submissive way. like imagining being degraded or praised and then whimpering "yes, daddy, i'm your dumb little whore! thank you for using me, daddy!" as if agreeing with whatever the imaginary dom above me is saying lol)

but i just felt like you should know that your blog got the rare honor of getting me to the point where i was just panting and whimpering "pl- ease, -eeeease, dah- hah- dee, daddyYYy" basically incoherently. because i was so turned on & overstimmed from cumming so much reading through all your posts that my brain couldn't even function enough to come up with anything else. what was i saying "please" for? genuinely don't know what i was asking for, but god i was definitely passionate about it

anyway this ended up being far longer than i intended and i'm sure you can probably tell from my spam-liking which blog this ask is coming from (which is... um... also kind of an attractive thought in and of itself (i just ask that u don't post it publicly!)), but i just wanted to give u the appreciation :)

love,

a very horny brat 💕

p.s. that one post about getting tilted reminded me of the time i was tipsy and got legitimately mad at my ex/ex-dom because he kept beating me at mario kart in the arcade i wanted him to take me to, and him just laughing and teasing me about it and me getting MORE mad!!

This has no right making me kick my feet and blush as much as it did

[aanoia]

𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒙 - 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆

Sirius Black x reader day six of the christmas advent calendar words; 893 warnings; Sirius' family. i kinda like this one a lot (i kinda like all of them a lot let's be so fr) flu season is taking me out (ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS THOUGH) I'm sorry these aren't longer, i rly dk why I've been struggling to write so much lately

The chandeliers twinkled elegantly as people commerce below. I held a permanent smile on my face, ignoring the dirty looks as I held tightly onto Sirius’ arm. He squeezed my hand, lowering his head to my ear.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He whispered quietly and I nodded.

“You want to make your family mad. I get it.” I said back, my mind flashing back to when he asked me.

“You’ll piss them off. Please, be my date!” Sirius begged, dramatically on his knees as I sat on the couch in the Common Room.

I laughed, “Okay wait, let me get this straight. Your family is hosting a party.”

He nodded, “Unfortunately.”

“And because your life’s mission is to piss them off, you want to bring me, a Gryffindor, as your date to said party?”

“Uh, yes.” He confirmed and I nodded.

“Okay, so, red with sparkles or no sparkles?”

His eyes lit up, “Sparkles, duh.”

I smoothed down my dress as he smiled, “You do look beautiful, Y/n/n.”

My heart skipped a beat and my stomach did flips, “You do too, Siri.”

My back straightened as a cold voice spoke to us, “Sirius.” An older woman said, her lips drawn in a tight line as she looked me up and down. I felt small under her gaze,

Sirius nodded with a tight lipped smile, “Mom. This is my girlfriend, Y/n.” I looked at Sirius silently as he called me his girlfriend. 

His mom nodded, “She’s quite… her dress is not appropriate for this gathering.”

I scanned the room and she was quite right. Everyone was wearing dark colors, blacks, browns, greens. Definitely not bright red and definitely no sparkles.

“I think her dress is quite beautiful, as is she. You’d have to agree.” Sirius responded civilly, smiling as he accepted two glasses of champagne from the waiter's tray.

“Thank you.” I muttered kindly and the waiter smiled before walking off. 

Sirius’ mother rolled her eyes as another voice spoke, “At least she has manners, unlike you, my son.”

Sirius stiffened, “Father.”

Sirius’ father gazed down at us and I stood tall. My hands were shaking but I needed to provide Sirius a rock. I needed to let him know that as long as I am here, there’s no need to be afraid of the man.

“You weren’t invited.” His father said shortly. 

Sirius gulped, “Well- I-” He stumbled over his words and I placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from talking.

I smiled at his father, “Yes, however Regulus had mentioned it, so we assumed the letter must’ve gotten lost. We’re so deeply sorry for barging in, it was an honest mistake, Mr. Black.”

“Reggie told you?” His mother asked, seemingly feeling betrayed.

I panicked for a moment, “No, we simply overheard him talking with his friends about it.”

Sirius’ father studied me carefully, “What is your name, girl?”

“Y/n L/n, sir.” I said, holding out my hand to shake his. 

He ignored it, a disgusted look coming across his face instead, “A L/n?” He looks to his son who lowered his gaze. “Not only did you come uninvited, you brought a L/n into our home?”

I looked between Sirius and his father, “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t understand. Do you know my family?”

His lip curled into a sneer, “Unfortunately, I do.” He said simply and walked off, his wife on his arm. 

My smile dropped and I stepped in front of Sirius. He kept his eyes on the ground and I gently tilted his head up with my hand. 

I placed my hands on his cheeks, making sure he’s looking me in the eye, “Don’t let them ruin tonight. You made them mad, that’s what you wanted. Now let’s have fun, it’s a Christmas party after all.”

He smiled, “Yeah, let’s have fun.”

Sirius and I laughed loudly as we stumbled out of the Black manor, tipsy from the amount of champagne we consumed. 

“The way she looked at me!” I said through laughs and Sirius laughed even harder.

“She fucking hates you!” He agreed as my abdomen began to hurt from all the laughing.

It was silent once we calmed down, the only sound being the crunching of the snow beneath our shoes as Sirius walked me home. 

“I had fun tonight.” I said, breaking the silence.

“It wasn’t fake.” He responded and I furrowed my brows.

“What?” I asked and he stopped, turning to me.

“Well, it was. But I didn’t want it to be.”

“The date?”

“When I called you my girlfriend. It was fake, but I don’t want it to be.” He explained and my heart practically stopped. 

I smiled, “You don’t?”

He shook his head, “No. I want to be your boyfriend more than anything, I want you to be my girlfriend.”

I nodded, taking a step closer so we were chest to chest, “Then ask.”

He took a deep breath, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

I kissed him softly, smiling once I pulled away, “Does that answer your question?”

He laughed through his nose, “No, I think you need to do it again.”

I laughed as well, giving him another kiss. This one is longer and deeper. The cold air of the winter night was beat by the warmth of his love.

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[worstghost]

Wacchund

warnings: nsfw, possessive kinda mean könig, blood mention, biting, it's all loving I promise lol, female reader & anatomy

a/n: let me know what you think, ive never really written smut before this so just bear with me while I find a groove? apologies if the German is not correct, i don't speak it, if you have translation tips let me know!

You've really done it now, it seems. It was always a fun game, but you can tell he's not enjoying it anymore.

There's always been a little tension between you and König, and more than a few late night fucks after missions when you're in need of relaxation. You've always been in control too, he's more than happy to do whatever you ask of him, whenever you do.

When you're sent as a part of a little reach out program to team up with Task Force 141, it's a given that König goes with you. They feel he's one of the best representatives of their skills, and you'd have to agree. And no one in KorTac believes he would let you go alone, so it's easier this way.

The introductions are quick, but no one seems pleased that you two are there. You can only assume they're a tight knit group who doesn't take outsiders. No hard feelings though.

Especially between you and 'Soap'. Although you and König would secretly laugh at his name, pick apart the team like teenagers sharing gossip, Soap had you feeling some type of way.

He was the first one to greet you, the first one to sit with you two over dinner, he offered to train with you (and König you would add.)

To top it off, he wasn't exactly bad looking. Actually, you'd say he was downright sexy- the gruff exterior mixed with bright eyes and the natural flirt in his voice. You know König has noticed, but don't really think to pay it any mind.

Why would it matter to him? It wouldn't, it shouldn't matter, if Soap offers to take you out for a drink that night. If he helps you put your jacket on, and nods to König on your way out, telling you, 'C'mon, bonnie, let's go have some fun aye?' If you two drive off base to a dingy hole in the wall and take shots and flirt- nothing will come of it you think. It can't in a job like this and you've no doubt that Soap would agree. Doesn't stop you from having fun though.

When you return that night, a little tipsy and a lot horny, König is waiting for you against the wall of your shared room. He's fidgeting, cracking his knuckles over and over, staring through you.

"Have fun?" He spits the words out, somethings got him mad.

You narrow your eyes and move past him, "Actually, yes. You should try it."

"With him? No, I'd rather not. And I can't believe you would either."

"What?" That hits you, you're more confused than you are offended. "What's that supposed to mean?" You're watching him, through the mask you can't see his expressions. You can only hazard to guess, he's jealous?

"König listen..." You sound exasperated.

He stiffens when he hears how soft your voice is, trying to placate him. He doesn't want to be coddled, he wants to be angry.

König has you against the wall quick, and he grabs your jaw with his hand, forcing your gaze up to him.

"No, you listen to me, bonnie-" He's seething, eyes narrowed, fingers digging into your hip. The word is spit out like venom. "You're going to do what I tell you, I'm the boss tonight. Verstehe?"

You suck in a shaky breath, blinking away the shock. There's something stirring in your chest, making its way directly down to your cunt.

"Yes, König, I understand."

You can't help the whimper that leaves your throat when he let's go of you to tug at the zipper on his pants. You've never seen him so angry, you've really done it now, it seems. It was always a fun game, but you can tell he's not enjoying it anymore.

He let's you drop to your knees, you know what he's going to ask and you can't say it doesn't excite you. Your heart is fluttering when he slips his cock out, and from this angle he's even bigger than you'd dreamed.

König is so tall, he can lean forward and rest his arm on the wall, arching over you and you can still barely reach him.

"Offen."

It's an order, and you obey, opening your mouth as wide as you can, tongue rolling out.

He brushes the tip against your tongue and your eyes drift shut, leaning in to him. A mistake.

A hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head up, "Nein, sieh mich an."

Your eyes are watering from the sting, but you nod, holding his stare as he slides into your mouth.

He's not nice about it either, pulling your mouth wider with a thumb in your cheek every time you graze him with teeth. Fucking into your throat until you gag, smearing the spit and tears across your jaw.

It's burning you, pooling in your stomach, you shift trying to gain any friction, grasping his thighs. Every noise he makes feeds the flames, hearing the soft huffs and moans shake the wall behind you. He stills for a moment, catching his breath.

Sometimes you forget, with how gentle and lithe he (usually) is, that König is 100% solid fucking muscle. You only remember now, when he's lifting you up by the back of your legs, practically folding you in half against the wall.

He doesn't bother undressing you, instead shoving the skirt you wore up your hips and tearing your panties.

"You wear these for him?" Königs voice is rough, lifting your ankles to his shoulders as he slips in, no preparation given.

You've taken him before, but it's never been easy, and you can't help the sob you release when he pushes further and further, settling himself inside of you.

"N-no, König," You shudder, "We didn't do anything-"

"And you won't." It's a fact, stone cold, he wouldn't give you the chance even if you wanted to.

It's awkward and uncomfortable, you're crushed between his chest, your legs, and the wall, as he fucks you. He doesn't let up, encouraged by the noises you make every time he hits too deep.

"I don't want him looking at you, liebling, never again. Don't even let him dream of having you."

You whine against him, holding on to his shoulders. You can't think of words, it's all too much and you can feel your orgasm building.

He slows down and pulls back, as if he knows it's coming, letting your legs fall slightly and catching an ankle in his hand.

You can only watch, dazed and curious as he flips his entire mask up, showing you his face for maybe the second time ever. His cheeks are red and flushed and you can see now, the way he nearly snarls out his words.

"I want you to think of me every time someone looks at you, I want you to feel me..."

He pulls you against him, leading you back to the bed and continues seamlessly there.

You're gentle with him, trailing your fingers across the freckles on his cheek, seeing the fire in his expression melt away. Pulling him closer, you lead him into a loving kiss, an apology, your lips move together like a dance and he slips his tongue through your teeth. You started it so softly and König takes it upon himself to ruin it, biting your lip, hard.

You yelp and try to move but he pulls you back into another suffocating kiss, licking the blood from your lip. He shudders and moves down your throat, scraping his teeth across your skin.

He's been speaking, but you only just now tune in to what he said.

"...Would you like that, mein liebling? If I mark you all over so everyone knows..."

The thought makes you keen, raising your hips to his as his thrusts pick up again. That was the right answer, you guess.

König sinks his teeth in to your collar bone, licking over the indents before moving on.

You can't stop it, the second he moves down to your breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth, you cum. It's like the bed has fallen out from under you, you're holding on to him for dear fucking life, clamping his head down against your chest.

He grunts against you, fucking you through it until you let him ago. He's not far behind, spreading your legs further bruising your hips with his fingertips until he stutters, filling you with cum.

König swallows, leaning in to meet his forehead with yours, sharing a breath, "Meins, verstanden?"

"Ja, yours, only yours I promise..." You nod with him, smoothing a hand through his hair.

He returns the favor, kissing the tears away from your cheeks

Thats all he wanted to hear.

[toomuchracket]

mads i want to know how the tension between d word matty and girly during new years. specifically cause i know that charli and george had a party🙈

i'll write a smut kinda on this vibe nearer christmas, but this made me think about the first new year before you start properly seeing each other!! ok let's be a little bit evil here. yes, they have a party, but they don't announce it until the last minute and you have to be like "😟 i already told some of my friends i'd go out with them aw shit" - you say this to george when he and matty are in the office, and matty's internally like "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO", but he cheers up a bit when george is like "that's alright!! if you wanna come down at any time you're more than welcome" and you're like "oh i definitely will tysm". anyway, the night of... matty is lowkey moping around george's house before you get there, only perking up when you're referenced in conversations and going back to his drink the rest of the time; naturally, he gets a little bit tipsy, and cannot stop himself from replying to the also tipsy mirror selfie in the bar bathroom that you post on your insta story like "you look so good!! how's your night x". and you get all giggly at that (you are also tipsy) and reply "thank you 😚 no doubt you look good too!! and tbh it's so shit lol as soon as i've said happy new year to my friends i'm leaving and coming to you x" - matty's like "so you'll be here in like an hour? amazing. can't wait to see you x", and then he figures he should prob send a selfie in return, and swoons when you reply like "yeah i was right you look hot. see ya in a lil bit x". it's the flirtiest you've ever been with each other, and you're both really liking it. matty panics he's chanced it a bit too far when he meets you outside george's party, and hugs you then asks you if you had a new year's kiss, but you just giggle and shake your head like "everyone back there was mid. what about you?"; he's like "nah. there's nobody inside worth kissing", and his knees honest to god go a little bit weak when you boldly ask "what about outside?" (he's internally like rizz!! she has rizz!!). but he recovers enough to be like "oh, there's definitely someone, darling", and you smile so beautifully and whisper "good. i think so too", and you both lean in, and your hearts are racing, and you think you've never wanted someone so much, and you're juuuuuuuuust about to kiss each other when... ms xcx throws the front door open and says "BAAAAAABE you're here!!". she's so drunk she doesn't even register what you and matty were about to do, and she drags you inside to get you a drink and make sure you talk to everyone - matty's lowkey seething about her interrupting, but then you turn back to him and hold out your hand for him to take and he softens. you never quite get the perfect circumstances to retry the kiss again - there's always someone outside smoking or coming to sit next to you and whatnot - but it's still a nice evening for you and matty, both of you less inhibited by your feelings for the other; you end up falling asleep curled into each other on george's sofa, and in the morning he asks you to go for a drink with him properly at the end of the week. and we all know what happens from there... <3

[multiversed-daydreamer]

Date Night

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Reader

Summary: Javi hires you to be his date for a company Christmas party.

A/N: This was supposed to be a part of a Secret Santa fic exchanged with some friends last year but my computer crapped out and I'm just now able to post this. Also, I have not seen TUWoMT so I'm sorry if Javi is out of character.

@noxturnalpascal this is for you bby, I'm so sorry it took so long.

The escort service he’d hired from had been the top most rated in Los Angeles. You were gorgeous, Javi thought as you stepped out of the Uber in a beautiful dark green dress that hugged your curves and matched his green blazer and tie. You smile when your eyes find his, introducing yourself and shaking his hand. 

He’s charming, it was the first thing you noticed about him when you shook his hand. His eyes sparkle and his lips curl up in a beautiful smile. He introduces himself as Javi, with a sweet Spanish accent, and offers you his arm. You smile, hoping like hell he wasn’t one of the weird ones, because you already liked him. The event he’d hired for you was a corporate Christmas party in downtown LA, at one of the impressive, modern skyscrapers that hosted notable writers and directors for Hollywood’s finest. You briefly wondered if you’d know anyone there from past jobs. It’s not uncommon. 

Javi took you around, introducing you to people, shaking hands, and smiling brightly, all the while hanging off of Javi’s steady arm. When the introductions died off a little, Javi snagged some champagne for the two of you and ended up off to the side where you could people-watch as you drank and spoke quietly. 

“Is there a project you’re working on currently, Javi?” You ask, genuinely curious about the handsome man's work. 

“An action film.” He replies, almost bashful as he says it. “I’d like to get Nicolas Cage to star in it.”

“I’m sure he’d love to. He’s already starred in one of your movies, right?” You smile at him. He’s cute. Handsome but a little bashful when talking about his own interests, a rarity in his field. 

“Oh, yes he has. He is my good friend. I’d love to have him in all of my movies if I could!” Javi responds with a sheepish grin. You talked and flirted easily with one another, Javi had a good sense of humor and he was surprisingly respectful, giving you his full attention when you talked and when you two ended up on the dance floor his hands were warm and gentle against you. He was funny and passionate and seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say. A lot of men who hired you expected you to be seen but not heard and still got mad when you would let them take you to their bed at the end of the night. Javi might be the one you’d finally let take you home at the end of the night if he was interested. He seemed interested, watching your lips with a small smile as you spoke and his thumb rubbed your back in small circles as you two swayed to the Christmas music. 

As the party winds down and you’ve said your goodbyes to Javi’s coworkers and their dates, you press close to him as you step outside. It isn’t cold here in LA but you press against him anyways, a little tipsy from the champagne and a little giddy at the way he chuckles at you. 

“Are you cold?” He asks, reaching to unbutton his suit jacket. 

“A little.” You weren’t but you kinda wanted to wear his jacket for a minute. Sure enough, he doesn’t hesitate to take it off and wrap it around your shoulders. It smelled like his cologne and it was warm from his body heat, and it swallowed your shoulders in a heat that had you relaxing as you climbed into the back of a limousine with Javi. “Thank you. I had fun tonight. And I know I was paid to act like I did, but I mean it, this was the best work night I’ve had maybe ever.” 

He smiles at you. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I had a wonderful time with you.” He gives you another bright smile and you grin back, he’s gorgeous. His hand finds yours, and is warm and strong, his thumb stroking over your knuckles as he watches you. “I’d like to take you to dinner sometime, on a real date, I mean.” You nod eagerly.

“I’d love that.” He grins brightly at your acceptance. 

“Excellent.” His tone eager as the limo pulls up to the hotel you had been picked up from. You bite your lip as you eye Javi next to you. 

“Would you like to come up with me?” A coy playfulness to your tone. 

That bashfulness was back in his eyes and he looked like a shy puppy. “I did not want to assume. But, yes, if you are comfortable with it, I’d love to.” You grin back and take his hand in yours, pulling him out of the car and into the hotel lobby. A couple of women your age were waiting for the elevator, they eyed you and Javi curiously, but if he noticed the others checking him out, he didn’t show it, too busy asking you questions and answering your own. You liked that, his attention solely on you. It made you more and more confident that you made the correct decision in letting him come up to your room. The elevator doors open and you two stumble out, looking far drunker than you actually are, holding hands and laughing at nothing and everything at the same time. “I swear I’m not drunk.” You promise with a laugh in your voice. 

He grins, not fairing much better as you stop at your door. “A lightweight, I see.” He teases, but his hands remain gentle on your waist as you find your room card in your wallet and swipe it in front of the door. Again you are impressed with his restraint, most men would be pawing at you by now, trying to cop a feel of a breast or teasing their fingers up your thigh, but Javi remains stead and gentle behind you, even lifting one hand from your waist to hold the door open as you two duck inside. Once in, he leans back against the door, dark eyes slowly tracing over your body with a small but genuine smile. It makes you smile, it’s not leering or snide, it's just a look of appreciation and you nearly melt under it. 

“Why so distant all of a sudden?” You ask, a hint of a taunt in your voice. He flashes that bright smile and a low laugh. 

“I can’t appreciate you from afar for a moment?” He responds, but as he does he kicks off of the door and steps closer, his large hands coming up to cup your face. You smile up at him, your own hands coming up to wrap around his broad back. 

“I think I like you close.” 

His grin somehow widens further before he leans down to kiss you. His mouth is warm and soft at first but the passion takes over quickly, one of his hands dropping to curl around you to pull you closer as he presses his tongue against yours. You moan at the feeling and press your torso to his. When you eventually pull away for air, he looks down at you with a glazed expression his hands gently pushing his jacket from your shoulders. “Bed?” He asks, his hands stroking down your back with a pleasant kind of pressure. You nod and pull him forward into the room, landing on the big plush bed in the middle of the room. He hovers above you, eyeing you like he can’t quite believe you’re actually letting him do this. 

“Earth to Javi.” You jest when he doesn’t make a move to proceed. His dark puppy dog eyes find you and he smiles like you make his whole world go round. 

“I’m positive I’ve gone to heaven, beautiful girl.” He murmurs back before leaning down to capture your mouth in another passionate kiss. You fumble with his tie and the buttons on his shirt as his hands continue to explore your curves with slow, firm strokes. It has your muscles relaxing under his touch.  Javi’s fingers gently guide you into sitting up so he can reach for the zipper on the back of your dress. He raises an eyebrow in question. “Is this okay?”

You nod reassuringly, “Yes, I’m more than okay with this.” He smiles and unzips your dress, watching with dark eyes as he unwraps you from its dark green material. When he’s removed it, you’re clad in only a bra and matching panties. He kneels on the floor in front of you, his face slacked in awe as he leans forward to mouth at your stomach, his warm hands rubbing away the goosebumps that had raised on your skin in the chilly air. You hum at the feeling, one hand sliding through his curly hair as you wrap your legs around him, pulling him forward and leaning down to steal a passionate kiss of your own. His hands slide around you to unhook your bra, he pulls it off and throws it aside, ducking down to capture one of your nipples between his plush lips. He sucks on it, making you moan and arch into him encouragingly. He gives the other similar treatment before moving down your stomach, moaning against your skin. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He hums, his big brown eyes watching your face as he guides you to lay back on the bed and his hands slide to your hips. He gives them a gentle squeeze as he leans forwards to kiss at your thighs, fingers creeping to curl under your panties to tug them down. “Let me see you, yes?” You nod encouragingly, obliging him.

He throws your panties somewhere behind him as you pull him in for another kiss, your fingers undoing the knot of his tie and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt until he takes over to take it off entirely. He smiles at you, gently shiting your legs apart so he can kiss along your inner thigh, moving up to kiss your clit. You moan softly at the sight, one hand moving back to brace yourself on your elbows, the other moving to card through Javi’s hair. He licks at your folds, lapping against your clit until your mouth drops open. “Javi!” You moan, your legs opening wider and your hips pressing into his mouth as his hands curl around your hips, holding you to him as he slides his tongue inside of you with a hum. 

“You taste so good.” He purrs, leaning down to suck at your clit lightly, shifting to slide a finger into you. He chuckles against you. “So wet.” He murmurs and you chuckle with him. 

“You have a charm to you, Mr. Guiterez.” You smile back at him as he slowly slides his finger in and out of you, ducking back down to press feather-light kisses to your sex. He slides a second finger into you and you moan, rocking against him as he takes an easy, gentle pace to prepare you. He curls his fingers inside of you, coaxing more noises from your throat as pleasure sings through your veins. He licks steadily at your clit as he fingers you, slowly building the pressure up but keeping his pace slow enough that you won’t cum. He adds a third finger once you’re ready and the feeling of it makes you groan. 

He grins, “Does that feel good?” He curls his fingers upwards, pulling a whimper from you as he does so. 

“You’re a tease.” You manage to respond, trying to roll your hips into him a little more desperately. He holds you down gently as he smirks at you. 

“Am I?” He asks, feigning innocence. “I’m just making sure you’re well prepared.” He says, sliding his fingers in and out of you. 

“Please, I’m ready, I swear.” You pant, needy, and wanting to get him to a similar point in return. “Besides, you’re wearing too many clothes.”  He nods, pulling his fingers out of you and cleaning them off with his mouth. He stands up, his mouth capturing yours and you can taste yourself on him as your hands go to the prominent bulge straining against the nice dress slacks he’s still wearing. You rub your palm up and down against the hard outline of his dick, enjoying the breathy moan he gives for your effort. You pull away from the kiss and Javi rights himself, watching you with wide eyes and his lips parted as you unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, tugging them down his hips. He takes over, stepping out of his pants and underwear, his erection bobbing as it springs free. You reach for him, curling your fingers around his thick length as he steps between your legs again. You look up at him, stroking his hard cock as he lets loose another moan. 

He gestures to the top of the bed where fluffy pillows lay untouched. “Scoot up.” You do so, tugging him over you as you do. He laughs as you press kisses to each other's shoulders and necks. As you get settled, your hands trace over his broad, muscular back, as his warm body settles gently over you. Your legs wrap around his waist and your mouths find each other again. Your hand tangles into his hair as his tongue entwines with yours. You both moan as his erection slides against your wet center. 

“Please.” You whisper, “Want you in me, Javi.” You reach down to stroke his cock again, this time to spread your arousal over him. He gasps and bucks into your hand. 

“Yeah? Really?” He asks. You nod. 

“Need you, Javi.” You press up into him, and he smiles and nods, pushing himself onto his knees so he can take his own member into his hands. He lines himself up and slides into you carefully, watching your face to make sure you're comfortable. Once he’s inside, he pauses for a moment, checking in to make sure nothing hurts or is uncomfortable. 

“I’m alright.” squirming a little at the size of him. “I need you to move.” 

He nods, leaning down to brace himself on his elbows above you, his eyes watching you near rapturously as he slowly rolls his hips. Your mouth drops open at the feeling, and your hands cling to his back as he grins, taking up a smooth pace that sends pleasure spiking through your body. You call out his name in a keen as his rhythm picks up, building your pleasure. Your back arches and your legs tighten around him. He groans his own pleasure into your ear as he kisses over your neck and nips playfully at your jaw and earlobe. “Feel so good, beautiful girl.” 

As you both approach your climaxes, his thrusts grow more insistent. You roll your hips in tandem, desperate to reach your release. Your head falls back against the pillows and your orgasm hits you as you cry his name repeatedly. “Javi! Javi! Javi!” He groans roughly, carefully taking you through your high before pulling out and finishing himself on your stomach. 

He flops down next to you to catch his breath for a few moments. “So… Breakfast tomorrow?” He asks it hopefully and you laugh. 

“I look forward to it.” You respond. He grins, kissing you once more before going to start a bath for the two of you. You look up at the ceiling, reliving the great night you’ve just had. One of many, you hope.

~

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please let me know what you all think!

[deadpool15]

Getting Even

"Come on baby, I said I was sorry. Like 12 fucking times". Lusher said as she keeps trying to grab on me. See, any other time, I would allow her to touch me because usually she can't ever keep her hands to herself. But not this time. "Yea, because I should totally accept your I'm sorry Morgan, let me fuck you to make it better. Or better yet, let's completely forget about the issue cause Lusher can do no wrong." She looks at me scowling, "I never said that Mor." "You didn't fucking have to you made it very clear when you refuses to read thr fucking room."

Flashback

"Bro, I'm surprised that you and Lusher even got together. I mean, she would constantly ask you ok in high-school remember that. He got rejected every time, kinda crazy to see the infamous heart throb get her ass rejected." I just looked at him laughing, I was slightly tipsy. Not drunk, considering I wanted to have a good time but not have to deal with the after effects of that good time in the morning. Lusher went to the bathroom a couple of minutes ago, then came back talking about her meeting up with her crew. He told me to come over when I was done. So I make my way over to them, I don't remember who this guy was, I've been trying to get away from this conversation for the longest. Eventually, I managed to worm my way through the crowd.

It takes me about a minute for me to find the girls until I spot Bada towering over a group of people. Yeah, wherever she goes, they go. I make my way over to them until I spot Lusher dancing with some fucking girl. "Who the fuck is that bitch," I see Bada turn around and spot me with a nervous look. I'm glad she knows that I'm about to beat a bitch up right now. I try to go over there before Lusher sees me and throws a wave in my direction, and starts to walk towards me. "Hey, baby, what's up." I raise my chin slightly to look up at her a bit. "You are not fucking serious right now, please tell me your not that fucking slow." She stands there looking confused for what feels like an hour.

"Oo, you mean the dance? It was just a dance baby. I was actually going to go look for you, so we can dance together." I stare at her trying to hard not to fucking trip in this club. "You were going to go look for me. Really? Wow, nice to know that I'm a second fucking option in my own relationship. You know what? I'm not even gonna get mad." She looks at me trying to figure out what she did wrong, "Baby, I'm confused. What's wrong? And you're not a second option. I just wanted to dance with you. I mean, i dance with people all the time, get used to it." She says sort of joking but I can tell she getting annoyed. "You're right, I'm going home. Hope that bitch knows your address like she knows your body, cause your not riding with me."

Present

I continue getting the details of the hang put while I'm going around the room getting ready. I put on the sluttiest dress I cancfind after getting out the shower. And realize Lusher is still going about being fake sorry. I walk out the bathroom with the lotion in hand still naked with a towel wrapped around my body and sit on the bed go lather my legs. She stood in front of me, grabbed the body, and squeezed some in her hand. He slowly starts to put in on my legs, making sure to caress and kiss on each part of my calfs. I look down at her, see any other time I would've just given right into these little tricks. Not tonight, though. Tonight is about getting even. "That's cute. Thanks for the help, but I've got places to be, baby."

I make sure to overly pronounce the last word just to piss her off even more. I leave her right in that position, still squatting on the floor, looking mad as shit. I guess, eventually, she calms down enough to remember what I said. "Places to be? Where the fuck are you going? We are still discussing something important, Morgan." I continue to put on the dress while starting my makeup and listening to her speak. "No, you are speaking. You told me to get over it. So, I am over it." I finish the final touches on my makeup and make my way out of the bathroom.

"No, you're not going out. We aren't done talking, and you aren't over it. And what the fuck are you wearing?" I look down and smile up at her, "A dress baby." "To hell it is, it's basically a piece of fucking string I can see your ass." I try to walk around her and get my keys. Right when she grabs me by my hips, "Come on baby. I am so fucking sorry. You were right, and I was wrong. Please." I stare at her, smiling evily. "It's ok sweetie", she said , relieved before I told her. "But I'm still going out and having fun in this dress simply because I want to now, bye." I move around her, grabbing my key, running out the apartment before she can start again.

I had been out for about an hour or two taking a shot after shot straight to the hand. I danced with everyone who came up to me pretty much. I was having the time of my life. Until one of my friends said something about calling my girlfriend. Apparently, I was too drunk, so after I told them no. I walked into the bathroom to wash my face. I went then decided to use the bathroom while I was in there, and I heard someone come in. I didn't really give a shit. Until I stepped out the stall and saw low and behold, "Lusher?" She rushes up to me and starts checking all around my body. "Are you ok, I know when you get drunk, you get clumsy, baby. Speak to me Morgan, fuck." I look at her dazed and nodding my head. Shit I'm sober already. She smiles at me for about a second.

Then, she grabs me and pins me to the door, making sure to lock it. What if people have to use the bathroom." She reaches her hand out and grips my neck. Man, this is hot. "You think I would give a singular fuck about some random have to piss. No, this is about me and you, and I advise you to take those pretty ass panties off before I make you scream for this entire place to hear. Would you like that, for everyone to know what a stubborn slut my girlfriend is?." One of her fingers have made there way to rubbing my clit, while the other slowly starts to fuck itself into me. "If I would've known this, was your reaction that I would've done this ages go." I say smirking.

Until she hits that magical spit inside of me, casting me to grab her hand and hold my neck and scream. She moves to be pressed against my back while continuing to abuse that spot. "Of course you would. Fucking slut only thinking about being filled up, huh? I heard you were out here just throwing you ass on everyone. Like I haven't taught you better than that." I start to moan out loud not giving a single fuck about how loud I am, maybe the speakers will cancel it out. But I can't think to long about anything when she is fucking the shit out of me. "Fuck, baby... shit..m right there." I don't know, seemed I got to teach you manners again."