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would you? (pt. 2)

Negan x Reader

Summary: Your mom died when you were 15, your Aunt Lucille was given custody even though she was battling cancer. When the world gets upended and Lucille dies, Negan is all you have, but he isn’t cut out to be a parent. When he becomes the leader of the Saviors and takes residence in the Sanctuary he’s almost a stranger. No one wants anything to do with you because you’re Negan’s “daughter”. So when you confront Negan about needing company, he obliges. You don’t realize that the feelings you’re developing are inappropriate, but Negan does.

Setting: Height of the Saviors era Sanctuary, Negan’s bedroom.

Warnings: SMUT, age-gap (reader is 18, Negan is early/mid 40’s), virgin!reader, manipulation, guardian!negan (technically it’s Uncle!Negan and it IS mentioned explicitly), oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, creampie, stocking!kink, innocence/corruption!kink, reader is described several times as a doll/toy, read at your own risk ok

Word count: 3.3k

A/n: uhm, my heart was racing the entire time I was writing this please read at your own risk fr

// Part 1 //

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18+ mdni

I was just bending over to grab my pencil, coach.

For a while, you don’t bring up what happened that night. Going to lunch like everything’s normal. Negan is even more disturbed by this than he was by your innocent flirting. You don’t bring it up, but you’re different. Reminding him of some of his former students. The girls with obvious crushes - ones they were trying to hide but actively weren’t. They’d do things that could easily be explained away.

Sorry, I only packed these shorts today. I didn’t realize they were against dress code.

It was easy to not look then, to hardly be affected by silly teenage girls who had no idea what they were doing. He could go to the teachers lounge and flirt with the TA’s if he was really looking for someone younger. But younger isn’t necessarily what Negan liked. ‘Innocent’ wasn’t something he thought he could get into. But with you? He had all control, every single aspect of your life was in his hands - and he knows he fucked up. He knows he fucked you up… but he’d gone and fucked himself up too. Finding himself wanting to teach you everything. So caught up in the knowledge of how bad you want him makes him feel like a king - moreso than any amount of wives. You only wanted him. You only knew him.

Oblivious to Negan’s dirty secret and because he’d threatened to stop seeing you if you continued this flirting behavior you stick with subtle stuff. Wearing even lower cut shirts, mini-skirts and stockings. And sure, the stockings had holes in them. But Negan liked that even more than if they hadn’t. It let him imagine you weren’t this pristine untouched thing. He wasn’t sure which was worse; fantasizing about you as this perfect little doll that’s never been held by anyone, that doesn’t know anything about a man’s body or as this thing he’d corrupted. Giving you romance novels? What an amateur mistake on a colossal scale.

When you started wearing skirts he could smell you. Your wet cunt, sweet and unmistakable, every single time you walked into his bedroom for lunch. He tries to ignore it, tells the kitchen to make more pungent food, wears cologne, but it doesn’t matter - he could pick your scent out of a line-up of the undead, having had weeks to memorize it.

Negan’s cologne only makes you more wet for him. You can barely make it through lunch anymore. Trying your best to keep up with the conversation that you’re almost positive he’s phoning in as well, but it’s not easy when all you can think about is him stuffing you full on the bed that sits a dozen feet away. You’re desperate to make a move and terrified that any move you make will disrupt everything.

You scour your books for some kind of clue on what to do next, how to make it impossible for him to say no - but there’s no obvious answer. With no experience to tell you that Negan was losing his goddamn mind waiting for you to make a move or proposition so that he could oblige it.

He gets sick of waiting. Sick of drinking down his disgust with himself. It only makes the fantasies more vivid. Almost tangible and right there. All he really had to do? Touch you. And he knows it.

He’d stopped getting you gifts and novels after that night, but today? Today he had something real fuckin’ special.

You’re sitting across from him eating… only desserts? Weird choice, but still delicious. “What’s the occasion?” You ask, taking a bite of the strawberry shortcake set out in front of you.

“Do I need a special occasion to treat my favorite girl?” He says it so casually, but he’s never said anything like that to you before.

“Okay,” you breathe out a chuckle, “who are you and what have you done with my uncle?”

“Woah now, ‘Uncle’?” The title made him visibly uncomfortable, but not because he didn’t like it. He was too far gone with you, and now anything that made it more taboo just spurred his hunger further.

You breathe in deeply, as if you’d just confessed to something. Simply put, you had. He knows how bad you want it. He can smell it on you, and you didn’t care he was your family. Not even just your almost supposed ‘guardian’, no. You saw him as your uncle and you still wanted it. Bad. “Yeah, you are my uncle, aren’t you?”

“That makes you my niece.” He says it like it’s news. Not understanding that he’s trying to gauge your reaction.

For some reason, it makes your heart pound. Your ears get hot, and that same smile you’d tried to will away that night he’d forced a confession out of you (in the form of a moan at his touch) blossoms on your face. Pink cheeked and starry eyed, “It does,” you nod, you really don’t know any better, “Anyway, what’s all this about?”

Negan scrambles for an answer that isn’t the one he can’t say out loud, “Missed your birthday, wanted to… make it up to you.” His voice is low, droning, and it makes you shift in your seat, crossing your legs. Negan notices and smirks at your body giving you away. You’re so easy.

“Oh… thanks.” You take another bite of the shortcake before moving your fork to his plate to take a bite of chocolate cake. He lets you, he’s been letting you get away with so much more disrespect than he’d ever allow from anyone else. Telling himself that no teenager shouldn’t be getting away with little stuff like that, but really it’s because he likes it. He wishes you would take more control, and just ask him already. He’d wished for weeks that you would press yourself up against him like you had before he’d made you aware of your own feelings for him. And he hates that he told you that you weren’t allowed. That it was wrong. Because it is, but he doesn’t care anymore.

He’s sick of waiting for you to understand how to make a move, “I got you a little something too.”

It’s almost unbelievable that he’d gotten this for you. One of the saviors had tried to smuggle it to keep for himself, and once Negan saw it… he couldn’t think of something better for you. “Now close your eyes,” he purrs.

You slam your eyes shut and put out your hands eager to receive another gift. Feeling a hard plastic case being slipped into your fingers, “Now open them.”

It was a… you had no idea. Looking up at him in confusion you’re met with a look of complete and total satisfaction from Negan. Smiling wide at your reaction. “What is it?” You whisper, smiling back.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll show you.” And he winks. He fucking winks. You’re a mess. You’re putty. You have no idea what this little pink egg shaped thing is, enclosed in the plastic balanced in your hands, but you know it’s something… different. He can tell you still have no clue what it is, what it’s for, but he sits and waits for your thanks.

You can feel it, your legs tremble as you’re about to stand up but you stop yourself. You’re not supposed to flirt with him. And he told you that that’s what hugging him is. At least when you do it. You look to him, chewing on your lip, you want to feel him pressed against you so bad it’s making your knee bounce in anxious anticipation. You think about the fact that if you were hugging him you’d be able to smell his cologne even stronger, maybe you could even get away with kissing him on the cheek. After all, you could just blame it on the gift again.

He’s just sitting there, leaned back in his chair, staring toward the window. It would be so easy to just… you get up and crash down into his lap. Draping your arms around him, pulling your face into the crook of his neck like you always do. This time is different, like everything else has been different since that night. You can’t will yourself to move. Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze travels upward. All you can see is his neck, his chin still pointed away like he’s trying to hold himself together. You feel a guilt creeping into your periphery but it’s drowned out by the heat between your legs. Without even realizing you’re doing it, you plant your lips on his neck.

He’s quick to react, his hand coming to grip your thigh just as instinctually as you had kissed him. Negan is sick of waiting, he was not built for this. “Do you want me to show you how to use your gift?”

You’re melting, all your senses dizzy with his hand so firmly on your leg. Feeling his calloused palm through the tears in your stockings, your skin prickles. He puts his one arm underneath your legs and the other under your arms and picks you up, placing you gently back down in his chair. The suspense courses through you, tightening and moving to your limbs. The personification and embodiment of an exclamation point, you’re trembling as he stalks around the room. Taking the still unopened gift off of the table, you hear the click of the knife from behind you as he paces. He’s cutting into it as he leans down and breathes in your ear, “If you want me to stop, you tell me to stop, okay?”

You nod in response, trying to swallow the knot in your throat. He keeps talking, walking around to face you again as he gets the small mysterious device free from its packaging. “I fucked up with you,” you can tell he’s going to start monologuing like he always does, building up the anticipation you already can’t take. Your hands pulling at the hem of your skirt because you don’t know what else to do with them. “I want you to know that I know I’ve made mistakes. I’ve really really fucked up your pretty little head.” As he speaks he moves back around behind you. Cheeks flushing at the compliment. He’d called you pretty.

“But don’t worry, kid,” his voice in your ear feels like his stubble beneath your lips that you’ve imagined so many times, “I’m gonna fix you right up.”

His hand glides down your chest from above you and your body dramatically arches into his touch. Shivering as he moves his way down to one leg, pulling on your stocking to maneuver the limb onto the arm-rest. He does the same with the other, as if you’re some doll he’s positioning. You’re putty, not a single ounce of resistance inside of you. He moves his hand to lift up your skirt, letting it fall to your stomach. Unable to look at yourself in such a provocative position you close your eyes.

“Holy shit, girl.” Negan’s smile devours him as he takes it all in. You’re not wearing underwear underneath your stockings, something he was absolutely not expecting. Your pretty pussy all smashed up against the mesh, your juices seeping through. In the light it almost sparkles. He’s never seen a damn thing like it. He hadn’t even done anything yet, and you were a shaking mess in his chair. Waiting so patiently for him to fix you.

He had planned on putting the little vibrator against the fabric of your panties and stockings, and while he still could… he can’t stop himself from putting his warm hand between your legs instead. He doesn’t want to stop himself, he wasn’t built for that. Fuck the piece of shit vibrator and fuck all of his stupid fucking plans to take this slow. No, he knows what you really need. Him.

His big hand comes to rest on top of your mound, pressing his fingers flat against the wet fabric of your stockings hard. The pressure.. the warmth.. your hands immediately shoot up from your sides grabbing his forearm as you gasp at the feeling. Pulling yourself even more flush against him, any piece of him you can get.

You’re shaking, Negan can’t think straight. All plans out the window, that smell, he needs to taste you. He rubs his whole hand, all four warm fingers, against the sopping fabric in circles for only a few seconds before bringing his hand up to his nose and taking a deep breath in of your scent. (He won’t lick you from his fingers, that’s somehow beneath him.)

You whimper under his touch and whine when he pulls away, but you don’t move other than to put your arms flat against the armrests of the chair. He was going to fix you, right? So you submit, not really even understanding how to react to any of this.

His dick is so hard against the fabric of his pants that it hurts. He tries to readjust, but it only makes him groan. Your neck cranes at the noise, but before you can get a look he’s in front of you, pulling up on the mesh directly above your heat, taking the knife he’d still been holding and cutting into it. The sound of the stockings tearing only makes Negan’s dick harder, revealing your glistening cunt like unwrapping a fucking present. Just for him, all for him. He did this… all of it.

He rips the fabric more before pulling your hips closer to the edge of the chair and kneeling down on one knee. His face buries against you with a haste you weren’t expecting, your body shooting up at the feeling. So sharp and too much, you squirm against his tongue but he keeps you still. Growling into your cunt, “I said I’m going to take care of you, doll, so you have to let me. Stop. Moving. Just…” his tone softens, and he kisses you sweetly on your hood, “relax.”

Negan dives back in more gently this time, taking in the taste of you slowly. Drinking from you, he’s never tasted anything so sweet. So pristine. His tongue swathing in large laps against your lips, you’re trying your best to relax but your orgasm builds faster than you can tolerate. It felt like fucking magic, filling you with stars that buzzed all the colors of the rainbow. He flicks his tongue between your folds, directly onto that spot and your orgasm shoots through you like a bullet. From your core to the top of your head, no orgasm you’d ever had had felt like that. It left you wanting, it wasn’t enough. Your walls pulsate, gushing thick white perfect ecstasy into Negan’s mouth. He snickers against you, his nose resting gently on your still quivering clit.

He doesn’t want to wait - picking you up like you weigh absolutely nothing, bringing you and your dizzy head to lay gently on his satin sheets. Bliss; and yet, you yearned.

Inside.

Your whole body shouting, the personification and embodiment of a fucking exclamation point. His belt clacks against your sensitive folds as he races to get himself inside.

And then, all of a sudden and just like that - you’re whole. His lips smashing into yours in a desperate need to claim every part of you.

When he’d imagined it in his head you were naked, all skin and blush and like sweet honey coating his senses. It was all different, but he didn’t mind you like this. Clothing soaked with sweat and your own sweet nectar; he felt like he was in high school and he’s taking your virginity underneath the bleachers. All limbs and throbbing need and no time, no breath to waste.

He kisses you deep and rough until you can’t breathe and you pull away, still adjusting to his size which you imagine is large from the discomfort inside of you, snaring itself into your vision like white flashes of electricity.

His first few labored thrusts hurt like you imagined it would, though it’s not like anything you’ve felt before. The burn of your walls stretching over him makes your breath hitch sharply in your throat, “That’s a good girl,” he purrs in your ear as he pulls out and slams into you harder. Tears sting your eyes as you nod into his shoulder, silently willing him to keep going. Don’t stop. He couldn’t stop even if you’d asked him too, your pussy is too wet, too hungry and swallowing him whole. He knows what you need, he can tell, even if you couldn’t. You need this.

Negan is seeing fucking stars, your hole stretching so perfectly around him like it never needed anything more, “Fu-uck,” he’s not going to last 5 minutes. He leans back, taking your hips and pulling them off of the bed to stay attached to his while he fucks you like that. Your shoulders still down against the bed, you’d never read about a position like this and it hurts but you like it. Your eyes traveling down his body as he buries himself slowly into you. All the way to the hilt, and that’s when you see it.

“Oh my god,” you breathe, causing him to look down and see what was going on but he had already pulled back.

“Hm?” His tone is amused.

“Do it again,” you whine. He smirks a brilliant flash of white teeth, before his face completely falters at the sight when he presses himself all the way into you again. Both of your eyes wide as the outline of his cock protrudes from your belly.

“Jesus,” his voice is loud, it seems to vibrate your brain against your skull. He draws himself out of you and shoves back in - more unceremoniously than previous. He’d been trying his best to not hurt you, to take it as slow as he could manage; but seeing his hard length poke out of your body was too divine, way too fucking hot for him to not lose any semblance of control he’d had.

Negan drowns you out, your loud screams, your hands clawing at his forearms, as he rails into you. Eyes fixed on your stomach as he watches; he doesn’t even realize you’re cumming until your hips shake violently in his grip. Your walls clench so tight his cock is pushed out. Negan clicks his tongue, as if you’d done something wrong. Moving himself in position back on top of you, his elbows coming to rest above your shoulders, his whole being swallowing you up. Your arms and legs wrap around him to try and still your shaking body as he ruts up and into you like a wild animal, his breathing jagged, his movements much less languid. Rough and desperate and all consuming.

Using your body like a toy to get himself off, he’s hardly paying attention anymore. Grunting curses that you’re trying to memorize through a hazy veil of satisfaction.

He’s. Falling. Apart.

And it’s wet and hot and so deep inside you that you can feel it in your fucking throat. You scream, loud, as he empties himself inside you.

Quickly, too quickly, he pulls himself out. He wants to watch his seed spill out and onto the gray sheets. You’d said you fucking sucked at painting, but Negan thinks this is the most beautiful piece of art he’s ever fucking seen. His cum dripping out of your freshly and newly used pussy in soft glistening strings to pool underneath of you, the white in stark contrast to the dark fabric is something real fuckin’ special.

He’s smiling, kneeling above you with his hands on your stockinged knees as he watches between your legs. You’re in another world, on another planet and lost in your senses. It was everything you’d dreamed it’d be. Heaven.

Negan had every intention on this being a one time thing. After all, hysteria was curable - but as he lays back on the bed to catch his breath he’s already caught dreaming about you in every position, any way he can place you. His perfect little toy, all just for him. Only his.

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drefear · 9 months

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Daddy Issues Part 2

Best Friend’s Dad!Miguel x Reader

TW: a lot of angst, a lot of sad, a little bit of fluff, jealousy, smut p in v, oral (m and f receiving) awkward shit between Gabi and you and Miguel.

AN: ok here it is! Part 2 is here and now I can focus on HTTK so here ya go :)

Part 1

Weeks. You’d been avoiding Miguel for weeks.

Every day, you thought about that night. The way he touched you, spoke to you, held you. You had sex before, sure, but that… that was next level. A different world.

That was intimacy.

You cried almost every day. He had tried calling you a few times, but you never answered. The whole event felt too painful and your heart couldn’t take it.

Gabi came over and you told her a story that you had met some guy and he swept you off your feet, but he was controlling and had a temper. She sympathized and held you as you cried and that made everything so much worse. How could you do this to her? Sleep with her dad and lie to her? You had to be the worst friend in the world.

During this time, you had finally moved out of your and Gabi’s apartment, and spent some time back with your dad while looking for a new apartment and getting some auditions.

As you sat on the couch and shoved popcorn in your mouth, your eyes still watered and burned. Some gross love story was on and it made you sad once more, the lingering heaviness in your body coming to the forefront of your mind.

The doorbell could be heard and you got up to answer it, not giving a damn that you were in baggy sweats and a big sweater. Swinging open the door, your eyes froze.

“M-Miguel?” You sputtered, seeing him stand awkwardly at your door. “What are you-“

“Miguel!” Your dad cheered and hugged his friend, pulling him inside past your shocked frame. “We’re having a family night again. You used to love those, hon!” Your dad continued and Gabi stepped inside with her boyfriend. You nodded and followed.

Wonderful.

You moved close to your best friend and sat on the couch, Gabi rubbing your arm comfortingly as she tried to make you feel better. The second Miguel looked at your small frame, face stained with tears and a bit puffy from crying, he hated it. And it wasn’t like you were enjoying it either. All of your emotions started to come up in your throat like nausea.

The guilt you felt about lying to Gabi, the anger you felt towards him making you feel-

How did he make you feel?

Angry. But also… sad. And amazing.

You couldn’t deny the whole experience was almost otherworldly.

You got up abruptly and mumbled a quick “I’ll go make something,” before hurrying into the kitchen.

Miguel moved to follow you before Gabi caught his arm.

“Don’t. She might snap at you.”

Miguel nodded, “that’s ok, she can if she wants to.” And with that, he continued.

You stood, turning on the oven to put in some cookies. You loved baking cookies. They were soft and warm, like a hug. You could really use a hug.

“Mi cielo…” his voice had that same effect as he spoke while you stared ahead at the tray of dough.

“Go away.” Is all you could say without turning into a sobbing mess. His hand found your shoulder and you spun around fast, stepping out of his vicinity. “I said go away.” You repeated and heaved, the upset building in you wildly.

He clenched his jaw, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“This is not the time or place to do this, Miguel. My dad and my best friend- your daughter is in the room right next to us. If they hear this, neither of them will forgive us.”

The words coming out of your mouth made your hands tremble and your stomach sick. How could you have let this happen?

You turned your head and moved to check on the cookies. “We need to act like nothing happened.”

“But I-“

“No. Nothing happened.” You repeated and he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I’d like to talk about this another time, because while you have nothing to say, I do. And I’d like it if you'd hear me out.” His words made your mouth dry as you just sighed and nodded, not able to even answer. Your brain was fried, you felt ambushed. You knew your dad was just trying to cheer you up, but he had made this so much worse for tonight. To sit in a room with two people you lied to and the person your heart aches for the most, yearns to touch and hold and love. But that could never happen. He was best friends dad, he was supposed to be like family.

Once he exited the kitchen, you let a few silent tears fall. The conflict inside of you was roaring like a storm at sea.

You’d finally found an apartment, a place by your dance agency that had a beautiful view of the city. It was absolutely perfect. Cute little kitchen, a master bedroom and a big closet, everything was a dream. You signed those papers and paid everything upfront, having saved a lot from sharing an apartment with Gabi.

Moving in was easy, since you didn’t have a lot of furniture and your dad said he’d help you out. He planned a fun day of helping you move in.

And he invited Miguel and Gabi.

Yay.

As you saw your father standing in your new doorway, your arms swung around his neck. “Thank you, dad.” You couldn’t help but be giddy about it all.

Gabi was behind him, and behind her was… Miguel. You hugged Gabi and gave Miguel a polite smile, mumbling a “hi Mr. O’Hara,” and pulling in Gabi to show her around.

The men started to carry in the big furniture, including the couch your father bought you as a gift and the bedframe you got at an antique shop. You plopped down on the mattress and spread out your arms, staring up at the ceiling. This was the beginning of your true freedom, your independence.

Someone clearing their throat stirred you out of your daze and you leaned up on your elbows to see Miguel. You just huffed. “The boxes are all in the living room.” He said and you nodded, “your dad brought some food and beers, said we should all break in your new place together.”

“Of course he did.” You murmured and bit your lip in frustration, trying not to be so rude. “Fine.”

An hour later and you were still stone cold sober, not having even a sip of a beer and only drinking water. Miguel was still nursing his first beer as Gabi and your dad had already made it to their second.

“So, Miguel!” Your dad smiled, leaning on a knee, “how’s the girlfriend?” Your body stiffened and your eyes stayed trained on the water bottle in your hand.

“Ah, she’s not my girlfriend, it’s not serious.” He went on and you began to drown him out. You didn’t want to hear any of this, you just wanted to be alone in your new apartment.

“Come on, man. Six months and still no title?”

“Six months?” You gapped and everyone turned to you, making you glance around and realize your error. “I-I’m just shocked, is all… that’s a long time to not have some sort of commitment… or loyalty.” Your eyes flickered to his and a slight bit of hurt and anger tinged his features, still trying to play it off as if he was unbothered.

“Like I said, it’s not serious. But it feels nice to be with someone mature…” he leaned back and took a long swig of his beer, eyes never breaking from yours. You tightened the grip on the bottle in your hands and then looked back to your dad.

“Sorry dad, didn’t realize you were the only single person in the room now.” Your smile was normal and sweet to everyone else, as if you were teasing your father, but Miguel saw through it. This was a competition now, a challenge.

“You have a boyfriend?” His voice was meant to sound relaxed, but it was a bit harsh.

“Oh no no, it’s casual. Just hanging out.” You shrugged, “men are really just a distraction right now, ya know? They all just want one thing, and I’m not into the whole ‘multiple women’ vibe. Men who entertain more than one woman at a time are disgusting. Pigs, really.” You went on about this and his mouth found the bottle once more, tipping it back and downing the rest. He immediately moved to pop open another and you smirked.

You, 1. Miguel, 0.

He was quiet the rest of the night, listening to Gabi and your father trade stories as you laughed along and gave snarky comments. When the night was finally over, you wished everyone goodbye and were about to shut the door when a hand stopped you.

“Forgot something.” Miguel’s voice said from the hallway and you found yourself being pushed backwards by him opening the door wider. He closed it behind himself and his eyes glared into yours with fury you recognized once before.

“So, a new guy?” He spit out and you stayed quiet. No words came out and this made him angrier. “What? Nothing else to say? You sure had a hell of a lot to say before, why not now?”

“You’re drunk, Mr. O’Hara-“

“Cut it with the ‘Mr. O’Hara’ bullshit.” He barked and you flinched, “you’re seeing some fuckin twerp now?”

“You have a girlfriend.” You spat back at him and he rolled his eyes.

“She’s not my girlfriend, we’re just-“

“Six months. You’ve been seeing her, taking her to dinner, seducing her for six months. That’s a relationship!” You shouted at him and Miguel’s eyes just fell to the floor. “Just get out, I don’t owe you an explanation. I can see whoever I want, I can fuck around and be a whore if I really wanted to! It’s none of your business!”

“You’re mine, so it’s my business.”

“No I’m not.” You yelled and he grew still. The heavy tension fell on your shoulders and your tears spilled down your cheeks, the breath in your lungs burning from inhaling too hard. The two of you stared at each other for a bit before you whispered, “You and I had sex. That doesn’t mean I’m yours. Not when you were fucking her the whole time.” His eyes dropped to your hands and he just nodded before clicking his tongue.

“You’re right. I’m too drunk for this… congratulations on the new apartment, amorcita.” His tall frame walked to the door and before you could stop him, the door was shut and he was gone.

Days later, and you were still a mopy mess. Everyone noticed your lack of friendly-nature, it was like the sun was gone. A knock on your door made you stir and sit upright. You opened it and saw your father, smiling face and holding a bag of groceries. Your dad stepped in, put everything away, then sat on the couch. You’d been crying before he got there and he saw that, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on?” He asked quietly, like he was trying to soothe a beast. You cried more, surprised that the well still was not dry, and he held your hand. “It was Miguel, wasn’t it?”

Your whole being shuddered and your eyes snapped up to his.

“Yeah, I see how you look at him, how you smile… I might be an old man, but I know my little girl.” He pet your head. “Listen. I’m not going to say I’m happy about this, because I think he’s far too old for you… but you’re a woman, and I know I raised a smart girl. Just always think about if he’s worth possibly losing your friendship with Gabi.” He pecked your forehead as you sniffled, thinking about his words. As he stood up, you grabbed his hand.

“Dad?” Your voice cracks and he looks down to your sad form. “I love you. Thank you.”

You fell back asleep soon after. Sleep was your only safety blanket, your only holy ground. It was the coping mechanism you shouldn’t have, but desperately needed. Sometimes, you’d end up sleeping at your father’s house from not wanting to be so alone.

Time went by so slowly and finally, a phone call woke you out of your deep sleep, answering without noticing the name. “Hello?”

“Can I come over to talk?” Miguel’s voice was full of gentle fear, like he was afraid to scare you away.

“Where are you telling Gabi that you’re going?”

“She’s with her boyfriend. Mi cielo, Please.”

“Fine. I’m at my dad’s tonight. He'll be home in an hour, and I don’t want him here while we talk about this.” You rolled out of bed and moved to the bathroom.

“I’m on my way.” You hung up after he said that and placed your phone face down on the bathroom sink. Staring at your reflection made you realize something…

You looked awful. You got yourself ready as usual, finally washing your face fully and doing some skin care, brushing and flossing your teeth, brushing your hair and pulling it into a ponytail, and finally putting on a summer sun dress.

You looked like yourself again. And it felt good.

The knock at the door was like a calling card for death, it felt like the end and a sinking feeling grew heavy in your stomach. Thank god for waterproof mascara.

Opening the door, you saw him standing there with a single rose in his hands. You stared at the flower before meeting his eyes.

“Why… did you bring that?”

“Because I saw it and it reminded me of you.” His words made your heart flutter, made your head almost dizzy with the happy hormones, but you needed to keep your cool.

“Um. Thank you.” You took the flower carefully and stepped aside so he could come in. “We… need to talk.”

“I know.” He nodded and sat down, spreading his legs a bit and unbeknownst to him, showing off his large size. He watched you sit across from him, crossing your ankles and playing with the flower in your hand as he cleared his voice. “I should apologize.”

“Yes, you should.”

He smiled, your biting and firey personality showing again. There was his girl.

“When your dad called and asked about the shirt, I was surprised. I didn’t think an old man like me could- would ever get that attraction from a young woman again…” he spoke, “you’re everything that a man could love. Everything a man could ever need, but… I’m too old for you, and I don’t want to hurt your friendship with my daughter.”

You nodded along. His eyes followed your movements, as if waiting for a response, but you didn’t give one.

“So?”

“So, if that’s all you had to say, you can leave now.”

“What?” He was shocked. He- he was trying to admit he wanted you but couldn’t have you, and you were just brushing him off?

“You heard me. You might have another date lined up after this, and I wouldn’t want you to keep her waiting.” The rage in your throat was coming out fast, and you might just start yelling at him if he didn’t leave soon. “Spare me the pity party for your age, Miguel. You know that you’re gorgeous, you can get anyone you want. So cut the shit. Who is she?” You barked and he leaned back, surprised.

“What are you talking about?”

“That woman! She made you so hot and bothered on that stupid date that you fucked the first girl you saw afterwards. Is that the woman you’d been seeing? What’s her name?” You bubbled, louder now. His eyes saw something he never thought he would in yours. Jealousy.

“She- she’s a coworker, it was just dinner-“ he mumbled and you laughed. You laughed!

“Just dinner? Do you think I’m stupid? That’s the one you’d been seeing for months, right?”

“Mi corazón, I don’t know what you think happened, but it didn’t-“ and something hit him. He didn’t owe you an explanation about her. But you wanted one.

You shared his feelings.

This was a revelation. You weren't upset because you regretted everything, or were worried about Gabi.

You were upset because you liked him.

Miguel smiled wide and that just stoked the fire inside of you.

“You think this is funny?”

“Hysterical, actually.” He moved forward and grabbed your wrist, yanking you to sit on his lap. “Because she could never be you, amor.” He tilted your chin with his index finger to look up at him. “I’d choose you a thousand times over.”

You were speechless. “You… would?”

“Well, that depends on your relationship with this boy, because if you were single, I’d chose you. I’d ask you on a date.” His words made your face burn with a heavy blush. “So?”

“So that boy… never existed.” You admitted shyly, avoiding his eyes contact as he laughed harder. “Shut up!”

“Go on a date with me.” He repeated and you nodded, then swallowed thickly.

“But… we need to tell Gabi.” You announced and his body stiffened, that familiar fear he felt before creeping in. “She deserves to know what’s going on.” You watched his eyes. “We already crossed a line we can’t erase, she should be aware that we might start seeing each other.” His hand found yours and he sighed, nodding.

The front door opened and your father stepped inside, barely glancing at the two of you as you both froze. As he took his shoes off, he smirked at you two.

“So the talk went well, I see, which means I’m making some rules. Rule number one, no sex in the house.”

“Dad!” You shouted, standing up fast and stepping forward.

“And protection is a must. My little girl isn’t getting pregnant before she can make her dreams come true-“

“Oh my god, stop talking!” You begged and he folded his arms, Miguel standing up behind you.

“He’s right. He’s just doing what any good father would do, mi amor.”

You visibly saw your father cringe. “Rule number two, no lovey-dovey talk in front of me please. That includes pet names.” He smiled, "I'll let you two have a few more minutes, but then I’m watching the game.” He walked to the kitchen, to which you moved to look at Miguel again.

“So. I’ll see you…”

“Tomorrow. We can tell Gabriella tomorrow.” His voice was firm, a man on a mission. Your man on a mission.

You were dressed in her favorite color. Why? Well, since you were about to tell her, essentially, thatyou wanted to fuck her dad, you figured you’d try to score all the points you could get. You’d keep the fact that you did already a secret for now.

As you got to Miguel’s house, your heart pounded in your chest. He wanted you to meet there so her boyfriend didn’t have to be subjected to the innate awkwardness of the situation.

You tugged at your skirt as you stood, finally knocking on the door. It swung open mere seconds after and you came face to face with Miguel. Your heart skipped as he looked at you and smiled.

“You look… wow.” His eyes were so sweet and puppy like, you couldn’t help but laugh. This gargantuan man was so soft for you, and you thrived for every second.

Holding your hand, he spun you to see the back of your outfit too, then pulled your hands to rest on his shoulders and bent down to press a slow kiss to your lips.

Grabbing the backs of your thighs, he lifted you to wrap around his waist and your hands slid into his thick brown hair as you kissed him back. Your back hit the couch and you gasped as his lips connected with your throat.

“Miguel- she’ll be here any minute!” You spoke, trying not to moan as he smirked against your skin, pulling down one strap.

“I’ll make it quick, I promise.” He whispered and moved his hands under your dress skirt, sliding your panties to the side. “Can’t help it, mi cielo, you get me so hard just looking at you in these damn dresses.” His words had you breathless, combined with his fingers prodding your entrance. The unzip of his pants made you practically dizzy, feeling his swollen tip dipping into you a bit. You took in a sharp breath as he groaned, “so wet already,” and pushed into you. The stretch was intense and your body curled into him instinctively from the burn. “Just a few more seconds, I promise.” His forehead leaned against your and you nodded, your hands pulling at his hair and making him want more of you. His mouth began to suck a bruise into the cleavage of your breasts and your head fell backwards as he sunk into you more, finally bottoming out completely. It was surreal, being filled with him, surrounded by his large body, and having all of your senses drowned in him. Your eyes almost crossed from the feeling it brought you and if you’d been more aware, you’d have heard the door open. But you didn’t, and so when he began rocking into you and lifted both your legs over one shoulder, your mouth fell open in blind pleasure. Your name fell from his lips and your nipples were rock hard from the sensation of him brushing his pelvis against your clit.

“Dad?” A feminine voice struck your ears and your eyes snapped open, upside down and staring at Gabriella looking away. Looking up, you realized Miguel was still moving. He didn’t hear her.

“M-Miguel, stop!” You called out and he immediately halted his movements, looking over your face. You pulled your straps onto your shoulders and stared at Gabi’s face, eyes wide with complete shock. Miguel’s eyes followed yours and he finally realized what was happening.

“Mierda…”

An awkward 20 minutes later of Gabriella refusing to come out of her room, she finally let you in and you sat on the bed with her, face still red as a beet and knee bouncing anxiously.

“So. You and my dad.” She said and you looked up with fear and regret.

“Gabi, I’m sorry, it just happened-”

“I figured it might.” She trailed off and your mouth hung open. “You always sucked at hiding your feelings, and he was always way too protective of you.” She stared at her shoes, “I just didn’t think it’d actually happen, ya know? Like I knew it could, but I didn’t think it actually would.” Your eyes filled with tears, scared to lose your best friend.

“Gabi… I’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable, we’ll stop-”

“And make you both miserable? No thanks. If there’s anyone I’d want my dad to be with, it’s you.” She sat next to you finally and put a hand on your shoulder. “And same with you. He’s had a little crush on you since your sophomore year of college, always just kinda staring, ya know? I tried to ignore it, but when we went to dinner and you two were dancing… it was just kind of obvious. And I want him to be happy.” Gabriella held your hand and you immediately started crying.

“Gabi-“

“But I’ll hurt you if you hurt him. And same goes for him. If you two do this, neither of you can fuck it up. I mean it!” She gave you a serious look and you nodded, smiling and wiping your eyes.

“I love you so much, Gabi.” You whispered and hugged her tight. She sighed and hugged you back. “Just… please don’t ever make me see that ever again.”

“I’m so sorry, I won’t!” You pulled away and looked at her face.

“And I’m not calling you mom either, so don’t ask.”

“God no don’t do that. I would hate that.”

“Ok.” She looked away. “So… is this why you were avoiding me?”

“Yeah… I couldn’t really face him.”

“Well, try not to think about that anymore, since this is happening now.” She heard a knock at the door and Miguel’s embarrassed form stood in the doorway, guilt on his features.

“You!” Gabriella stood up and threw a pillow at him, to which he caught reflexively.

“I’m sorry! I thought you were going to come back later.” His hands went up defensively and she glared at him, making you laugh.

“I don’t ever want to see that ever again. I don’t want to hear it, I don’t even want to think about it.” She shivered with disgust and you started laughing. Everything felt right.

That was until Miguel's work event, which was a few weeks later. He’d invited you as his date, and you excitedly agreed. Picking out your dress with Gabriella, you pulled out a long gown with a high slit to the leg.

“At least with that one, he won’t rip it.”

“Gabi!” You flicked her arm and she shrugged.

“Isn’t Danielle gonna be there?”

“Who?”

“Danielle, that woman he was seeing before you two started dating?” Gabriella glanced up at you from her phone as you stopped everything you had been doing.

“Oh.” Is all you could fathom. That’s right, she was a coworker. Your hands trembled a bit and Gabriella rested a hand on your shoulder.

“He never talked about her, and all he ever talks about anymore is you. So don’t worry.” You nodded and stared down at the blue dress. You bought that dress.

It’d been a few weeks of you and Miguel being together, practically inseparable. He had you sleeping at his house every other night, refusing to let you leave because ‘driving home would be too dangerous at that time of night.’

You knew he just wanted to hold you all night, to continue the constant overstimulation he loved to push you through. Whispers of ‘you can do it,’ ‘one more for me,’ ‘such a good girl, mi cielo.’ You’d twitch, tears streaming down your cheeks from the burn of your muscles, legs around his shoulders as his face buried into your cunt. His face was wet from how many times you’d already been pushed too far over the edge, finally kissing up your body as he smirked, pushing into you. No matter how many times you’d orgasmed, it would always be a stretch to fit him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he chuckled. He loved watching you come undone all over his cock all night long, leaving bite marks on your chest and shoulders, feeling your nails leave angry, red marks across his back. God forbid anyone ever saw you two naked the next morning, they’d think you both got into a war with stray cats. Your favorite was when he was about to come inside of you, and he’d pull your wrist to his lips, kissing you there while he unloaded in you, then dropping his forehead to yours and smiling.

The night of the event, you were pushing your breasts together in the dress. Tugging the fabric to fit perfectly, you stared at yourself in the mirror. The navy blue velvet was snug against your curves, the neckline plunging down the center and the slit high on your thigh. It was long sleeved, balancing how much skin was showing perfectly, and you paired it with silver strappy heels. Bouncy curls falling down your shoulders and elegant, simple makeup, you were the picture of grace and beauty.

Yet, the knot in your stomach made you want to lie and say you couldn’t go, that you were sick, that something came up, that you couldn’t go- anything to stay home and not have to see her.

But it was too late, and a knock at your door made you hyper aware of the time. Grabbing a clutch you’d picked to match the dress, you hurried and opened the door.

��Mi cielo-” His eyes dragged over your form and then back up at you. “Preciosa, por dios.” His voice dropped an octave and you smiled, feeling him pull your hand into his chest and kissing your wrist once more, your favorite feeling. You blushed as he spun you around with him, kissing right below your ear and moving lower and lower…

“I’d ravish you right here and now if we weren’t going to be late.”

“I think I’d rather have you take this off of me.” You answered and he pulled away a little, checking your expression.

“Por que?”

“I just- I’m nervous.” You avoided his eyes.

“I’ll be by your side the whole time, I promise.” He spoke softly and you nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. That wasn’t the problem.

Arriving, you couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful decor and elegant architecture of the chosen establishment. It felt like something from a movie, and you felt eyes on you. Turning, you saw Miguel staring at you with a wide grin on his lips, just watching you as you gawked at the interior. His hand slipped into yours and you smiled up at him.

“Let’s find our seats, amorcita.” He whispered and kissed your temple, escorting you to the table in the front of the room. You both went to get drinks and he began to mingle, introducing you to many people you couldn’t remember the names of.

A pair of heels clacking from behind you made you turn a bit and there she was.

That woman.

You made eye contact with her and she refused to look away, practically glaring into your soul.

“Y-You must be Danielle.” You reached out to shake her hand, and she obliged, looking you up and down in judgment. Everything about this introduction made you want to crawl under a rock. She hated you and you would too if someone stole Miguel from you. You originally did, actually.

“Yes, and you’re the little brat who stormed out of his house, right? The one his daughter’s age?” She answered and your stomach dropped. Shit. She tilted her head and gave you a condescending smirk. “Not much to look at, are you? But I guess sometimes a man wants someone who can make him feel young and alive again. That’s a phase, and he’ll get over it-”

Miguel’s arm wrapped around your waist as he walked up to you two and he stared down at Danielle, making her suddenly stop talking and start playing nice in front of him. Your body was shaking a bit, thinking about what she’d said.

“Miguel, nice to see you.” She smiled up at him, bright red lips showing off her white teeth, and you immediately felt inferior. This was a grown woman, an adult who’d worked her way to her position, with degrees in science and more. She was on par with Miguel, and you were just a wannabe dancer.

“I wish I could say the same, Danielle.” His somewhat rude answer made you gawk up at him.

“M-Miguel-” You stuttered, and he continued.

“This is my girlfriend, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make her uncomfortable just because you and I have a brief history.” This was too much for you. He was protecting your honor, standing up for you, but you felt pain in your chest from the anxiety. You thought you might pass out then and there. Pulling your hand from his, you rushed to find a quiet place alone. Moving to a hallway separate from everything else, you pushed open a door and sat at a chair and table. The lights were out and you heaved in a long, much-needed breath. A presence could be felt behind you near the door and you slumped your shoulders.

“I just needed a minute, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.” You apologized and his hands on your shoulders made you feel even worse.

“Amorcita, you have nothing to apologize for. She shouldn’t have been so rude.” He whispered, pulling your hand to stand up. “Let me show you that she was wrong.”

His lips trail down your shoulder and he begins to unzip your dress. Your breath stutters and you glance to the door.

“Did you lock the door?” You ask, panting already from how hot his kisses get you.

“It doesn’t lock, so we have to be quiet.” The dress begins to fall from your arms and you gasp as the cold air against your chest, feeling his hands hold your sides and push the fabric to fall to the floor. He trails one of his hands to touch your clit and he smirks. “No panties? Sucia…” Your head falls backwards onto his shoulder as you grab his arm and he kisses into your hair. “Come on, preciosa, just focus on me.” His words send a shiver down your spine, fingers rubbing in circles as you see stars. Sliding down further, his finger enters you and he growls. “Dripping already, perfect for me.”

You moan and his other hand wraps around your mouth. “Quiet, besita.” You nod and writhe against his hand as he continues plunging his finger inside of you. The curl opf his digit makes you see white behind your eyelids and you feel everything inside of you explode, unexpected and fast. He takes his finger out of you and licks it, unzipping his pants and pulling himself out. He tugs his slacks down a bit and bends you over the dining table, hand sliding up your back and tangling into the hair at the base of your neck. Sliding into you, he puts his other hand onto the front of your belly and thrusts hard. The bulge moves into his hand and his head drops a bit, feeling himself through your stomach making him even more wild for you. Your body was perfect for him, the best thing that had happened to him in a long time, and he couldn’t be more grateful. He wanted to show you that gratitude and so he’d pleasure your body until you understood what you meant to him.

Your gasps and quiet begs made him continue to slowly thrust and rut into your heat. It was sensual and rough, without being too fast, and this made you practically melt in his hands. Your coil was tightening within the seconds and the pull you felt against your scalp as he pulled your back into his chest, now fucking up into you from behind harder. The new angle made you snap, making your mouth drop open and heave in a loud, muffled shriek. You couldn’t help it, he was always so good at maneuvering your body. Your entire being trembled and he pulled out of you, which made you push him backward. He stumbled into the wall behind him and you got on your knees, tongue out and immediately sucking around him. His hot length in your lips was absolutely heavenly, and seeing as you two hadn’t done this before, he was watching you with wild, eager eyes. The view of you on your knees between your legs, his cock in your mouth, and you slurping him like a woman possessed made him practically insane. Miguel couldn’t take much more, and when he felt the tip of his dick hit that back of your throat, that was his last straw. He came hard down your throat and you gagged on the thick spurts, but not once did you cough or spit. You drank it up, licking your lips and never breaking eye contact once.

He was frozen, shocked. His precious girl, his angel… his innocent woman was everything he dreamed of and more. He’d been holding back and staying on the more gentle side, but now? Oh, now you’d opened a door that he didn’t ever want to close.

Standing up once more, completely naked, you bat your eyes to him and he pulled you against him, kissing you feverishly. After a moment more of hard, rough kisses, you panted and pulled away.

“We have to go back out there.” You whispered and he huffed.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You’re giving a speech, Miguel, you have to go back out there.” You insisted. His hands gripped you with no intent of letting go, but you were able to pry him off of you. Picking up your dress, you wiggle it back on and properly placed, but the marks on your body and the makeup on his face was hard to miss. He tucked himself back into his pants and groaned, trying to pull himself together. You both worked to make yourselves presentable in silence and finally turned back to each other.

He watched you smile a bit and reach for his hand, and he knew she was wrong. This wasn’t a phase. He loved you. He would keep you forever and there was no possible way he’d ever think of anyone else ever again.

Going back out to the party, you both stood by the bar and you excused yourself, walking to the ladies room while he waited for your drinks. You stood in the mirror and stared at your reflection. Your hair was a mess now, and your lipstick was smudged, as well as a few black mascara marks from tearing up while gagging on his cock. You couldn’t help but smile at this, until you saw Danielle behind you. Turning to her, a fear struck you but immediately dissipated as you smirked.

“What’s that look for?” She questioned and you couldn’t help but laugh,

“Just thinking about how unsatisfied he must have been if you couldn’t keep him.” You stared directly into her eyes. “I was planning on being the bigger person, but after having sex with him just now, I think I’ll say fuck that and give you my honest opinion. You’re a miserable, boring bitch. Have a great dinner and I hope you find someone as vanilla and mundane as you.” Your words were like knives being thrown and each one landed with precision and grace. You weren’t one to back down and you wouldn’t start now. Walking out of the bathroom, you turned back to say one last thing.

“And you should know, Miguel never even mentioned you.” You winked as her mouth dropped, leaving without another word. Finding your wonderful boyfriend again, he handed you the drink you had ordered and you bit your lip.

“What’s that look for?”

“I may have said a few things to Danielle just now.”

Miguel blinked with surprise and just laughed. “That’s my fiesty girl.” He said and sipped his drink, slipping his hand around your waist again.

The night went by beautifully after that, talking and laughing with his friends and hearing his speech. You two had left with smiles on both of your faces, and that night, Miguel proved over and over how much he cared for you.

And he continued to prove it every day for the rest of your lives.

Epilogue

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h3avens4ngel · 4 months

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: bratty Steven, jealousy, pussy eating! Face eating, switch Steven, slightly argument, reader slightly insecure about not showering after work, pussy fiend Steven, kissing, language, pet names (love, honey, sweet girl, sweetheart, perfect girl), mentions of Jake

Steven was so possessive at times. He hated whenever another man went up and flirted with you during your shifts. He’d scoff to himself and death glare the men, trying to look as intimidating as he could, yet protesting whenever Jake said he could take care of it.

Today was one of those days. You came home later than Steven, the museum had you doing some late shifts and Steven got the earlier shifts. “Hi baby” you bubbly smiled as you locked the door to Steven’s flat.

You turned around looking for Steven and getting a little taken aback to see Steven sitting on the couch with a bothered look on his face. “You ok?”

Steven didn’t answer, all he did was nod. You knew that meant no. “What’s the matter Steven” you worriedly hurried toward him, sitting next to him and fully facing him. “Nothing love” he muttered in a semi whiney tone.

“Steven what’s wrong” you sigh “nothing! Nothing at all. You seem to be occupied already�� he hissed in a brattish tone “huh?” You raised an eyebrow at his words, occupied? With what?

“My job? Steven you know I can’t control the shifts they give me” you sigh, leaning into his shoulder and kissing his jaw “I’m not talking about your shifts!” He yells.

“What the hell Steven? I can’t read your mind!” You reply back in the same tone “that damn new guy pfft. With his stupid American accent ‘how are you today’ oh how he loves to talk” Steven muttered.

You tried not to laugh at Steven’s American accent, cute. “You’re jealous” you chuckled. Stevens cheeks turned a light shade of pink as you smiled over at him “you don’t need to be jealous Steven, I love you and only you. You know that already don’t you?” you cooed.

“I- I’m not jealous”

“Mmhm” you giggled. Steven was cute when he was all flustered and embarrassed, he was SO jealous. How adorable.

Steven’s breath hitched as you straddled him, pushing him back onto the couch and running your hands through his curly locks “look at me” you whispered.

Steven stared up at you puppy eyed and flushed “I only want you, only you Steven. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than you” you hummed. Your lips softly pressed kisses onto his lips and down his neck “you’re all I could ever ask for Steven”

His hands were on his sides and head thrown back as you began to make your way back up to his mouth “I’m sorry” he whined. His hands shakily moved up to your hips “I- I was being a bit harsh” He quietly admitted.

You chuckled, nodding at his change in demeanor as he lowered his head and began to apology kiss all over you neck. “You were” you agreed.

Steven whined in response, feeling guilty, he was determined to make it up to you. “I’m sorry honey, I’m so so sorry.” He whispered, his lips pressing soft kisses and hands trembling as he hiked your skirt up.

“Let me give you one part of my apology sweetheart? You’re always nothing but sweet my perfect girl. But I let my thoughts get the best of me yeah?” He softly smiled. “Jealousy looks cute on you” you tease, a moan spilling from his pretty plump lips as you began to grind onto his lap.

“Let me make it up to you love?” He muttered, his mouth in agar as he tried to keep himself calm. “Of course” you hummed.

And with that Steven gently pushed you onto the couch, his hands exploring your body while trying to contain himself. “Fucking hell” he hissed after one look at how soaked your pretty lace panties were. Steven gawked at the way you were all gushy and sticky for him already.

As one of his fingers feasibly pulled past your panties and ran down you folds, Steven let out an audible moan. You were expecting a good fucking but once you saw Steven lick his lips, you got a little worried.

Sure you loved when he ate you out like it was the last meal he’ll ever get but you had been working all day you felt like that wasn’t the best choice.

Steven eagerly tugged your panties down and lowering himself down to your cunt “Steven I haven’t showered yet not th-“ you tried to protest but before you could finish your sentence he shushed you and muttered an I could care less.

You gasped as his soft tongue lapped at your puffy folds as he carelessly pulled you onto his mouth. It was so overwhelming feeling Steven buried between your thighs but he felt like it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, wanted to feel you completely immersed in him.

He pulled back hastily, pulling you up and taking your position as he lightly manhandled you. You were in complete shock at how easily he could lift you up and carelessly mold you into place. Steven was never usually this bold.

“Sit on my face lovey, come on honey” he whined as you sat up on his lap. You stared at him in shock but didn’t dare to not comply “I- yea- ok” you muttered. For the first time, you were the one stuttering, not him.

Steven tried to hide his smile but it was no use, he motion you up and yanked you forward the second you started scooting forward.

Steven felt like a jerk and a complete idiot for letting his worries and insecurities all out on you. He felt like it was a little unfair to eat you out as an apology since it was certainly no punishment for him.

You chuckled as Steven eagerly wrapped his arms around your thighs, salivating at the sight of your pussy “oh fu-“ you gasped as he pulled you onto his face, a loud moaning coaxing out of him as you sink onto his mouth.

You try and lift yourself up for his comfort but to his protest, he groans and sinks his nails in your thighs “sit f’me” he mumbled into you pussy. Steven was getting needier by the second, the taste of your natural scent mixed with delicious slick coating his tongue was overwhelming.

His hips thrusted subconsciously into the air, his whines and moans growing in intensity as you pulled at his pretty brown hair “stevennn oh my go-“ you shakily squealed, a high pitch moan filling his ears as you began to throb in his mouth.

He could feel your poor throbbing clit against his tongue encouraging him to lap and swirl his tongue at what was his “mine, al- all mine mmhmm” he panted. Steven messily ate you out as he watched you begin to shake above him.

You were in shock by the way he had you in his grip, he wasn’t going to let go until he showed you how sorry he was. The feeling of his soft wet tongue expertly swirling around your clit was something you could never get tired of, neither of you could.

“I- I’m gonna I- Steven oh fuckk” you gasped as you slumped forward. His moans grew even louder as you pushed deeper into him. All you could hear was muffled whines and moans as he began rubbing his hips against the cushion for some friction, hoping his pants would tug on his painfully hard boner.

Steven let out a loud moan as he came into his boxers, his loads coating and messily seeping through his thin boxers. You softly sat yourself back into his lap, letting him ride out his orgasm and encourage him as you softly grind onto him.

Steven looked so pretty like this, eyes squeezed shut as he threw his head back in bliss. He was panting and whining as he came down from his orgasm “I love you so much, my sweet girl.”

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sweet-slut · 8 months

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My boyfriend said it was a matter of trust. I knew I’d be on display, but that he wouldn’t let anyone fuck me.

I didn’t think that he’d let them touch and grope me…but being in front of all these unknown people, I was so turned on. I could hear guys and girls talking about the slut and knew it was me. They’d rub their hands on my big tits, or slap my ass. Some would even suck on my tits.

I was so wet, I just wanted to fuck. I didn’t care who, I just needed release.

My boyfriend came up to me. He knew the condition I was in as he ran his fingers over my pussy. He could tell my juices were running down my legs. He asked if I wanted to cum. I could only nod.

“Fine, but you have to do something for me.”

“Anything. Just let me cum.”

“You have to keep the blindfold on, but I’ll untie you so you can masturbate in front of everyone.” He paused, letting it sink in. I’d have to play with myself. No, I’d have to masturbate in front of other people. Who they were, or how many, I didn’t know. I might never know. “But I’ll let you make yourself finally cum.”

I agreed. I don’t know how many were there, but I could tell that people gathered around. I didn’t care. I just needed to cum, and he was going to let me.

He pushed me down onto my knees, legs spread as far as they could go while kneeling, and untied my hands. Here was how I had to masturbate. Was it in front of just a few, or a large crowd, I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care.

I pushed my fingers in. Almost as soon as I did, I started to cum. And I came and I came. I cried out in pleasure. Furiously I played with my pussy and my clit as wave after wave of pleasure rushed over me. I fell to the floor, unable to control myself, but I didn’t stop masturbating.

Finally it started to subside. I was breathing heavy, but I didn’t care. Being blindfolded my other senses started tell me what my eyes couldn’t. I could hear the squishing sounds of other pussies being played with, and cocks being stroked.

My boyfriend helped me up, to my hands and knees, but kept me there. “Do you want to be fucked now my little slut?” His hands massaged my tits. The orgasm had been great, but my body craved more. He knew how to turn me on, and once I was properly turned on, an orgasm, was just a prelude for another. I’d want to fuck, as much as he could give me, probably more. I was a bitch in heat, and he’d use that to his advantage.

He moved around, I could tell he was behind me somewhat. “Do you need to be fucked?” he asked again.

“Please” was all I could answer. I craved cock. He knew this would happen to me didn’t he. I couldn’t believe I was about to get fucked in front of a room full of people, but it could have been more, and I would have been OK with it. I just needed to be satisfied.

“Please what? Does my slut want to be fucked in front of all these people? To be teased and played with? Tell me you need to be a slut for these people.”

I hadn’t heard him clearly. I didn’t fully realize what he was asking, nor did I care. I was consumed by cock lust at this point. “Please let your slut be fucked in front of these people,” I begged.

With that a cock pushed into my pussy. I was being fucked doggy style. My boyfriend whispered into my ear, “it pleases me to see you like this.” Only then I noticed, he was in front of me again. So who was fucking me from behind?

My boyfriend lifted my head. Another cock was pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth without thinking and started sucking it. Back and forth they went, finding a rhythm. I moaned can came again. The cock in my mouth barely could quiet me.

I could hear others talking about the slut, me. I felt dirty, but the dirtier I felt, the more I wanted it. I felt a wetness in my pussy. The guy fucking me had cum, and now he extracted himself.

My boyfriend took my hand, and led me over to sit. As I went to sit on the floor, I felt another cock. It pierced me. He started gyrating. Like the others, I didn’t know who he was, only that he wasn’t my boyfriend. He was thinner, but longer. I started to bounce up and down, feeling it’s length within myself.

I felt someone standing in front of me.I opened my mouth to receive another cock. To swallow another guy whole. But this was different. My boyfriend tilted my head. I could feel him breathing on me. “Stick your tongue out,” he told me.

He moved my head a little closer, and then I could tell what was in front of me.

It was another girl. My tongue had touched her outer lips, but I could taste her juices. I quickly retracted my tongue.

“No no my little slut,” he scolded. “She deserves a release as well. You got her all excited showing your naked body. You getting fucked has turned her on. She enjoyed touching your breasts. Now she wants to sample your oral skills.”

I reluctantly snaked my tongue in and out a few times. I can’t be sure, but I think my boyfriend spread her lips, so I could insert my tongue into her pussy.

“That’s it. Eat her pussy,” he encouraged me. So I did. I’d do anything for him at this point. As if getting fucked by a second guy who wasn’t him wasn’t enough to prove it.

I could hear her moan, ever so quietly. I kept it up, tasting the first pussy I ever had. The guy below me started shifting his hips, reminding me he was there. I started moving up and down on him as I licked at the unknown girl in front of me.

I wondered if she was also blindfolded, not knowing what was going on, or if she was enjoying it like the guys were. How many girls were here with me I wondered. I had heard pussies being played with. Were they masturbating in front of everyone like I was, or were they being played with by other guys like I was fucking. Had he fingered or fucked some pussy before me. Was she able to look around and see me being used.

I could hear the others around me. Some were clearly fucking, others were just stroking their cocks. I began to forget about them, and just got into the zone concentrating on the two I was with.

The girl in front of me, her moans became louder. I legs tensed and started to squeeze the sides of my face, and suddenly my face was wetter. She had cum. As she stepped away, I heard the guy who I was sitting on. He came as well. Her orgasm seemed to trigger his, putting another load of cum in my pussy.

My boyfriend stood me up. My legs were starting to get weak. I hadn’t cum the last time, but I was still quite worked up. I was laid down on a short table. I was laid face up, legs slightly spread.

He tied my arms and legs so I couldn’t move them. My body, my pussy, everything was on display. I didn’t care anymore. Cum leaked from my well used pussy. I was a total slut to those who saw me, and I didn’t care.

“Are you ready for the last thing?” he asked. He slowly massaged my clit. He knew how to get me to brink of an orgasm, so I’d say yes to anything. But I had already thrown my inhibitions out. What else was there? I know many people had seen me naked, and fucked. Some of them, maybe all, had touched me, and made me cum. What else could they do. I said I was ready.

He moved down toward my pussy. My legs were held open, I hoped he was going to fuck me. Instead, he kept massaging, my clit. I could tell people once again surrounded me. It sounded like many of them were jerking on their cocks, or someone was doing it for them.

He pressed harder, and I came. My mouth opened and head went back. That’s when the first stream hit me.

They were jerking off. Right over me, so they could cover me with their cum. But I didn’t care. I kept cumming. Some of the next guys cum landed in my mouth. I swallowed can kept cumming. I don’t know how many guys were there, or they moved out of the way when they finished so the next guy could cum.

I felt ropes of cum cover my face and tits. It got in my hair, and mouth. I just kept cumming. It pushed me to enjoy it as my boyfriend fingered my pussy, keeping me cumming.

I can’t tell you how long it was. I came until I couldn’t cum anymore. It was the longest most intense orgasm of my life. I never had thought I would enjoy being on display, or played with as a toy.

As I caught my breath I could hear people leaving. I was untied from the table. Something I had never thought I would want, but even now I want for the restraints. With them gone, I missed them.

The blindfold stayed on, and the ties around me did too. My arms were restrained behind me, and I was led into another room.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” my boyfriend asked mischievously.

“Oh yes.” I said. I had a throaty, desperate voice.

“You know, I didn’t get to enjoy you. Do you think you’re ready for me?”

“Oh yes please. I still could go one more round.”

“I’m so happy to hear that. I think I’ll keep you restrained for now though.”

He pushed me down slowly. I feel against a bed. He spread my legs with his. I heard him pull his pants off. I waited in anticipation. If I hadn’t been restrained, I would have lunged toward him, rushing to get his clothes off to get to his cock.

I heard a squishing sound. Unsure of that it was, I didn’t think much of it. He stepped behind me, grabbing my hips dominantly he placed me where he wanted me.

My pussy. Please just fuck me in the pussy, it craves you…. I kept thinking to myself. The anticipation was killing me.

He pushed his cock forward, I tried to move away. “No, stay here,” he commanded. He pushed his cock forward again, and into my ass it went.

He kept it there for a minute, to let it get used to his size. He had coated his cock in lubricant which I was thankful for. Slowly he extracted himself, then pushed it back in. I knew his cock, he probably wasn’t all of it, something else I was thankful for.

He started moving faster. I’d never wanted to be fucked in the ass, but here I was. I was even enjoying it. I started to cum as he held my hips firmly. I loved how he was in control.

He came in my ass with a loud grunt. I couldn’t believe everything that had happened today. He pulled out. My ass now gaping from the missing member. I felt so dirty, I wish he would put it back in.

I whimpered, knowing these activities were now over. “Did you like being that dirty girl?” he asked. I couldn’t speak.

“You were very naughty. You fucked two guys in front of me. And did a girl too. Should I spank you?”

I remembered, this was how it had all started. I was naughty and he spanked me on our first date. It had turned me on in ways that no proper guy ever had. I hadn’t expected to have sex with him that night, but I couldn’t deny myself after that spanking, and ever since then he had pushed my limits in ways I couldn’t imagine, or thank him enough for.

“Please spank your dirty girlfriend. I’ve been very bad,” I begged him.

Thwack, landed his hand on my ass. My pussy tingled as it did those months before. Thwack , thwack, thwack they repeated. My ass turned warm, and I smiled.

He got me up and untied me. He removed my blindfold. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I could see. I blinked several times getting used to the light. I looked around. In the mirror I saw myself. Covered in cum still, even though I had a lot of it on my bed.

I looked at the clock, noon. I had started being tied up at 10AM. I can’t believe it was less than two hours.

“Go, wash up. Take a shower, then we’ll eat,” he said. I went into the bath and turned on the shower. He wasn’t going to join me, as I had hoped. I saw him dressing.

“How…” I started to ask him. “How many saw me.” A lump in my throat formed. I was afraid of the answer, yet desperate for it as well.

He smiled at me in a way that calmed me. “Many,” he said.

“And do I know these people?” Would I be able to show my face in public again is what I wanted to know.

“Some of them. Some we will see again soon in public places. You will always wonder who knows what you look like when you are naked and fucked. Some you will think know when they look at you. And it will turn you on. You’ll want to fuck as soon as you can when you think about it won’t you.”

It was more a statement than a question. He was right. I would. I would get so horny thinking about it.

A last question. One that had to be asked, “and the girl?”

“You know her. But I’ll never tell you who she was. And I doubt she’ll tell you either. And no, she wasn’t blindfolded, so she knows who you are. Did you like licking her pussy? You seemed like a natural at it. Maybe we should find some more girls for you to play with.”

With that, he left. I turned me on thinking about how much he liked watching me eat pussy.

I stepped under the warm water, and started to erase away the evidence from my morning activities. But the memories would never be erased. I just wished I could have seen everyone there

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hangman can’t stop running his mouth during sex and gives the cockiest dirty talk known to man and you try to fake hating it but your body says otherwise

coveted facade.

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pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x (f)reader

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warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with plot, unprotected sex, dirty talk, begging, illusions to enemies to lovers.

etc: this had way more plot than my filthy ass intended it to but i can’t help it ok i am a mindless slut running on obscene thoughts thanks to this fuckingdude.

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Your eyes ache at the involuntary itch to roll them into the back of your skull—their usual reaction to any of the words that come out of his mouth. The only logical reaction to the endless cocky comments and pretentious tones that make you grow tireless the more time you're required to spend with him. It’s pathetically easy for you to not roll your eyes in annoyance at him right now, though. Your optic nerves dissociating the annoyance with something more pleasurable; his cock fucking up into you.

But to keep up appearances of course, because fuck Hangman. Him making you come on his cock is victory enough he doesn't deserve any more semblance of gratification to his ego from you—you try to rally up your best look of irritation of the words spewing from his parted lips as they trail down the column of your throat.

“Who knew you’d be so easy.” His smirk against your heated skin has you scowling at the ceiling, your fingers tightening in his hair only making his expression deepen and bare his teeth to nip at your neck, making your body shudder against his.

There’s an arm around your waist as his hips buck up into yours, you would think in this position—you on top of him, hand in his hair, your tits that he loves to suck and play with so much bouncing against his chest, your nails digging into his bicep—that you’d have some guise of control. A show of you using him, taking what you want from him. But as it always goes; Hangman is in total control, poised. Playing your body like a fiddle he knows too well, knows how to touch in just the right spot to have you like puddy in his hands. Knows just the right swipe and nip of his tongue against your flesh to have you trembling. That perfect thrust and pounding of his hips that makes you come harder than you thought physically possible.

And, begrudgingly to you, his words know how to fall from his mouth and land on the core of your want that has you rolling your eyes in pleasure instead of annoyance, your pussy clenching around him.

And fuck does he know it.

You don't need to try to give it away, to hide it. Everything you felt for him, because of him, dripped from your body like a plentiful stream of scowls, moans, and whimpers. Hangman drinking from you like a man discovering new land; conquering you as his own personal source of repartee and pleasure. This little dynamic the two of you had was vicious and teasing on the outside for those looking in. But behind closed doors there was nothing but raw sexual tension and lust that always knocked you for a loop and had you thinking ‘why him?’

Out of all of the other pilots who you could stand, why had you went and fucked Hangman?

And why can’t you give it up?

An answer simply answered by his thumb pressing itself onto your clit, the slow-hard circles he rubs into it making your moans come out more weak, more frequent and loud; Fuck, he made you feel so good, too good. Not fucking him would feel worse than not fucking him.

“Oh, baby, how many times will this make it?” You don’t have to open your eyes, you can feel the wattage of his cocky smirk through your lids, “for someone who claims to hate me you come on my cock an awful lot.” His teeth nip at your chin, “I think you should thank me. Say ‘thank you, for making me come, Jake.’”

Jake. Not Hangman. Jake.

You’ve been fucking for so long you’ve dropped callsigns. So long, that the bite behind you saying his name has morphed itself into its own callsign of pleasure the both of you un-admittedly enjoyed; if the way his cock twitches inside of you each time it falls from your panting lips is anything to go by.

“Fuck off.” You groan in the farthest thing from indignation.

Hangman chuckles cockily, his hot breath against your skin as the assertion from his hold on you and the stamina of him having the strength to continue the steady—incessant—thrust of his cock in your cunt, makes the fluttering around his length turn into that vice like clenching; you’re so close again.

“That’s the attitude that got you in this position. Thinking you have everyone fooled, walking around callin’ me names. Being so cruel, when we all know how much of a slut you are for my cock.” He grunts against your lips, “You’re a bad liar, sweets. But if you’d like to keep pretending that you don’t love me, that you don’t love coming on this cock, then I can gladly,” he moves his thumb from your clit grinning, “stop.”

“Jake.” You groan in frustration, the daggers in your eyes as you look down at him making his grin grow into that frustratingly smug stretch, that you hate to love so much.

God he’s so annoying.

So breathtakingly annoying; his emerald eyes filled with a desire hot enough to burn through you, his smirk just as singeing—if not more.

Fuck you hated him.

“If you want to come you know what to do.” His hand moves to the back of your neck to close that sliver of distance between your lips, as he pulls you down the rest of the way. And just like the rest of him; his lips are perfect, his tongue filling your mouth the cherry on top of said perfection. “Ask me nicely,” he smirks.

And you really really want to tell him to fuck off. But he’s fuckng you so excruciatingly slow that it has your insides flip-flopping with too much intimacy, you need him to go faster. Need his fucking to match the cockiness of his words before you do something crazy like moan for him in the weakest whimper to “make me come, please, Jake, please.”

His pleased chuckle makes your spine tingle, “Thatta girl.” He presses one last kiss to your lips before you’re breaking the seal of his lips with a moan from his thumb returning to your clit, “that wasn’t so hard was it? Now come on my cock, and don’t forget to thank me while you’re doing it.”

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 3

Eyeless Jack x Reader

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Jack’s room is dark, like it usually is

He keeps his blackout curtains closed, both because it’s in his nature to resent the sunlight, and because he doesn’t need the light to see anyways

He’s lying on his back, one hand behind his head, the other on his stomach

His gaze is facing the ceiling, but he’s not really seeing it

He’s too busy thinking about you instead

But that’s nothing out of the ordinary

Really, his obsession has only gotten worse since you let him touch you, since you let him taste you

You have him wrapped around your little finger—and you probably don’t even know it

He closes his eyes

The image of you comes to mind as he does

He thinks about the shape of your face, the curve of your jawline, the angle of your nose

He thinks about your pretty lips, so fucking cute when they’re parted and moaning for him

He thinks about the shape of your body, the swells and dips of your form, the texture of your skin, the smell of your arousal, the taste of your sex against his tongue—

His hips buckle, and he’d barely even noticed his hand had travelled down to his stiffening cock as he thought of you

Fuck

He has to stop this before his obsession consumes him

He needs a distraction—anything to take his mind off of you

He’s about to get on his computer when there’s a knock at his door

He debates answering

Really, he’s in no condition to do so—he’s visibly hard and very obviously turned-on

He hopes whoever’s trying to talk to him will get the hint and leave him alone

But then the knock returns a few seconds later

With a sigh, he fixes himself up, trying to conceal his hard-on, trying not to look half as horny as he is

Maybe this is good, maybe it’ll provide the distraction he needs

But then he opens the door and it’s you

And God, you’re just as mouth-watering as ever

“Hey”

Your voice is quiet, almost a bit hesitant

It takes a moment for him to shove away all the depraved thoughts threatening to surface

And when he does, the best he can manage is a nod of acknowledgment

He should return a greeting, he should ask what’s up, if everything’s ok—fuck, he should say anything, really

But he can’t find the words he’s looking for

All he can think about is grabbing you, pushing you onto the bed and having his way with you

He wants to make a mess of you

“I, uhm… are you busy tonight?”

Your question snaps him from his thoughts

“No, I don’t think I have anything planned,” he answers a bit too quickly, “Why? What’s up?”

You shift in place, and he notices that you seem to be avoiding eye contact

Can you tell what he’s thinking?

Is he making you uncomfortable?

“I was wondering… if you’d like to meet me in the garden? Maybe around sunset, if that works?”

He clears his throat, and forces the image of you wrapping your lips around his swollen cock from his mind

“Yeah, I could do that. Is there… is there a reason for it?”

Your eyes widen slightly at the question

What’s gotten you so nervous?

“Uh, yeah, there is a reason. But I’d like to talk about it tonight. So, um… anyways, I have to get to something right now. But I’ll-I’ll see you then!”

And just like that, you turn and walk away, leaving him behind without any further explanation

He watches you go, still trying to shrug off the image of you in the midst of an orgasm from his mind

Fuck, he should really try to get his urges under control

It’s only when he closes the door shut that it clicks

He smacks his face into the palm of his hand, groaning

God, he’s so fucking stupid

Did you just ask him out?

And he was too fucking horny and oblivious to catch on?

Something like frustration boils in his blood—until it actually sinks in

Wait

Did you really just ask him out?

As in—you like him?

And you want to take things further—maybe even make them official?

His heart flutters in his chest

Excitement like nausea churns in his stomach

Finally

Is he finally going to get the chance to make you his?

He paces to one side of his room, already trying to imagine what the conversation will be like

He shouldn’t get his hopes up, but he can’t help himself

He’s been waiting so long for this

So, so incredibly long

All of those sleepless nights he laid awake, thinking of you, imagining what it’d be like to mate you—and now he’s finally getting his chance

He can feel his pulse getting faster, his body growing warmer

Anticipation infiltrates his system like an irritant

He glances at the clock on his nightstand; 2:51 PM

Sunset would be in about 4 or 5 hours

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down

There’s no point in overthinking it right now, and it’s probably not a good idea to build it up so much anyways

Whatever happens, happens

He sits at the edge of his bed and clasps his hands together

A minute ticks by

The silence is suddenly deafening

He doesn’t want to think about tonight

He shouldn’t think about it

But it’s like his mind is working against him

Because the more he tries to push it away, the more he finds himself imagining what you might tell him in a few short hours

Until eventually, he decides, fuck it, he needs to expend this energy somehow

••

7:30 PM

Golden pink hues color the puffy white clouds in the sky

He’s early—embarrassingly so

But he couldn’t wait any longer

Staying holed up in his room was getting agonizing

His desperation was making him want to crawl out of his own skin

And after thinking about it over and over and over again, he came to the conclusion that even if the point of this rendezvous isn’t to confess, he’ll ask what you think of him anyways

Because the on-and-off hot-and-cold is just about killing him

Besides, you let him touch you twice now, surely that means something, right?

Pacing back and forth in the garden between some rose bushes, he starts overthinking yet again

The air is warm and sweet, and the flowers are big and bright and beautiful, but he’s too nervous to appreciate the moment

“Act natural,” he murmurs to himself, “don’t fuck things up. For the love of God, don’t fuck this up”

He shouldn’t let such a small request for a meetup get to his head, but he’s entirely drunk on the thought of you returning his feelings

Screw not getting his hopes up, they’re basically skyrocketed by this point

“Chill, just chill. Don’t scare her away…”

“Hey Jack”

Jack is used to a variety of strange things

He’s used to talking dogs and walking corpses, and that’s just scraping the surface

But being a near-perfect predator, he’s most certainly not used to people sneaking up on him

And he’s been so on-edge that it actually makes him jump when you make your presence known

“Fuck—(y/n)! I didn’t notice you coming”

His reaction makes you laugh, and god, he’d let you scare him every day if it meant being able to hear that laugh

“Sorry, I thought you heard me”

No, he thinks, I was too busy dreaming about making you mine

“It’s fine,” he answers, and he’s grinning beneath his mask because just being around you makes him feel like he’s floating sometimes

You’re like the embodiment of sunshine and happiness and everything good in the world

“So, uh, I guess I… I sort of just wanted to clear the air on something,” you start, and whether you know it or not, you have Jack’s full attention

He’s hanging off your every word like a guilty sinner during a prayer

“About what’s been happening between us,” you hesitate, and it’s like every passing second is stretching into an eternity

His thoughts are racing a mile a minute, desperately trying to predict how the next few minutes will play out

He wants you to say you love him, say you need him just as much as he needs you

And god, more than anything else, he wants to be able to kiss you

He wants to tangle his fingers into your hair, pull you close and kiss you until you’re both panting and dizzy

He wants to claim you with his teeth

“I think… I think it’s best if we stop”

There’s a pause

Your words almost don’t register with him at first

It’s like his brain refuses to process what you’ve just said

Time practically comes to a standstill—like it’s just you and him standing under the sunset

He can almost pretend nothing else exists

He can almost pretend you said the opposite of what you meant

“I-I shouldn’t have let things go as far as they did. It was a mistake, and I’m sorry”

A mistake

It’s the only word he seems to latch onto

And he finds himself repeating it over and over and over again in his head

“But I really, really value our friendship, and I hope that won’t change anything about it… right?”

You finally stop to look up at him

He’s thankful he’s wearing his mask

It allows for a certain amount of disconnect, a certain level of detachment

You can’t read his expression, so he can’t fuck things up by accidentally showing how he truly feels

Like he can’t live without you

“Yeah, I understand,” he tries to keep his voice even

Completely neutral

Devoid of pain from that bitter sting of unrequited love

You smile, relieved, blissfully unaware that you’ve shattered the demon’s heart

“That’s great! I’m really glad you understand, I was worried this would change something between us”

It changes nothing for you, he realizes, but almost everything for him

“Uhm… and yeah, that was basically it. I’m happy we were able to set things straight”

You offer another smile

And even though he really shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, he can’t stop himself from noticing how soft your lips look

And how he’ll probably never be able to feel them against his

“I have to go, I think Slender wanted my help with something, but I’ll see you around”

He nods, and just like that, you leave him behind

You leave him behind, just like you always do

He stands there in the garden, alone, surrounded by roses and tulips, for god-knows how long

It feels like a few minutes and a few hours at the same time

Your conversation replays itself in his head like a broken record

He imagines all the ways it could’ve played out differently

Maybe he should’ve said something to make you reconsider

But maybe it was already too late

Maybe he’d waited too long

Maybe he’d missed his chance after letting you get away that first time

And maybe he should’ve followed you out the kitchen that second time—no matter how suspicious it may have seemed to the other creeps walking in

He should’ve cared more about labels, he should’ve asked your opinion, he should’ve done this and that and just about a thousand other things differently

A slow, simmering kind of anger builds in his chest

It’s not your fault

Acting almost purely on instinct, he starts walking in a set direction

And the rest of the night is a blur

He hears the screams, feels the blood and viscera on his hands, bones against his teeth, but it all feels distant

It’s almost like he’s underwater

He’s drowning; in and out of consciousness, in and out of rational thought

At one point, he hears sirens blaring

And when they start closing in on him, he’s lucid enough to know that he should run

••

Pain

There’s a dull ache consuming the entirety of his body

His back, in particular, is throbbing

Eyes flashing open, Jack finds himself waking up at an unfamiliar scene

Two tall buildings sit on either side of him, blocking the view of what seems to be a dreary overcast day

He moves, and a jolt of pain shoots up his body

He groans

He feels so stiff

There’s something hard and lumpy beneath him

He shifts, finds a half empty garbage bag beneath him, and tosses it away

As soon as it registers that he passed out next to a dumpster in an alley, the smell hits him

And god, it fucking reeks

He covers a hand over his mouth to hold back a gag

And the smell of blood on his hands is just barely enough to cover the stench of the garbage

He doesn’t look down to take inventory of the state of his body

He’d rather not know

Instead, he shakily pulls himself up to stand, then stumbles out of the alleyway

A vacant street lined with large white buildings greets him as he tries to figure out where he is

Judging by the way each property is fenced-off, he can only assume he’s in some kind of factory district

Except that half of the buildings look abandoned, and the other half look like they’re on the verge of falling apart

With the mass of grey clouds hiding the sun, it’s impossible to tell what time it is

He can only hope he hasn’t been out for more than a day

With a sigh, he rakes his stained fingers through his disheveled hair

Something tells him getting back home will be a longer trek than he’d like

By the time he finally does make it back, the sun is just on the cusp of rising

There’s a quiet stillness to the air as the sky lightens with every passing moment

It took him the rest of the day to figure out where he ended up

And then for the entirety of the night, he had to make his way back, ducking in and out of shadows to avoid being seen in the busier suburban neighborhoods

But now he’s finally reached the mansion, which means he’ll finally be able to clean himself and dress his wounds

The first thing he does is makes his way to the closest shower

Not every room has a private bathroom, so there are a few communal showers scattered around the mansion

It’s not the usual bathroom he goes to, but he’s filthy enough to not be picky

He closes the door behind him, locks it, then strips down until he’s bare

His shirt, his hoodie, his pants—everything he's wearing is beyond salvage

Between the various rips, tears, and dark stains of brownish red, he figures he might as well throw them all out in the bathroom’s trash next to the toilet

He doesn’t want to be reminded of what he’s done, anyways

He doesn’t need to be reminded how much of a monster he is

With the his ashen grey body fully exposed, he uses the opportunity to inspect his wounds in the mirror

It’s difficult to see if he’s injured where there’s dried blood flaking on his skin—he can’t really tell if it’s his blood or someone else’s

But either way, none of his wounds look serious, and even the larger gashes and bruises seem to be healing quickly

He probably won’t even need to bandage any of them

With a sigh, he turns the water on and steps into the shower

As soon as the hot water hits his skin, it’s like a weight lifts from his shoulders

His stiff muscles slacken, relaxing beneath the water pressure

He lets the warmth envelop him for a minute or two, lets the water drip down the curves and angles of his sore body

Then he rolls his head to stretch his neck out, then does the same to his shoulders

He passes his fingers through his hair a few times to remove the bits of flesh still clinging to his short-cut dark strands

And then he gets the soap and starts washing himself

He’s so filthy that the suds turn red by the time they trickle down the curve of his v-line between his hips and his torso

There's also dirt or blood—he's not entirely sure which, caked onto the back of his neck, which he quickly scrubs away

He’s extra careful when he cleans around the bruises and gashes decorating his skin, but it’s thankfully painless

The last thing he cleans is the dried blood trapped beneath his fingernails

And even though he’s cleaning such vile remains off of himself, it feels like one of the best showers he'd had in a while

It's relaxing, peaceful, something he doesn't allow himself feel too often

He almost doesn't want to leave

He’s warm and comfortable and blissful in the shower, sheltered from the consequences of his actions and the remorse he’ll feel when his thoughts inevitably return to none other than you

But he knows he can’t avoid the painful truth forever

He does one final pass of the soap over his body, rinses it all off, then finally steps out

Shit

He doesn’t have a change of clothes

With a sigh, he grabs one of the extra towels from the cabinet, dries himself off, then wraps the towel around his hips and exits the steam-filled room

This bathroom is farther from his room than he’d like, so he has to pray he won’t run into anyone on his way there

But considering it’s so early in the morning, his chances of detection are probably unlikely

Unfortunately, luck doesn’t seem to be on his side when he turns a corner and bumps into someone

And he’s utterly mortified when it’s the one person he absolutely does not want to be seen by right now

"Jack?”

You sound just as surprised as he is

The demon’s suddenly hyper-aware that the only thing covering him is one measly little towel wrapped around his hips

That is, until he notices that you’re also not wearing as much as you usually are

But he doesn’t have time to appreciate the sight of your bare legs when he sees whose hoodie you’re wearing

It almost makes him sick

The musk clinging to you, nearly overpowering your sweet scent brings a special kind of rage to the pit of his stomach

"What are you—why are you up? It's like four in the morning"

He almost throws your own question back at you, but he realizes he doesn’t want to hear you say it

Besides, the answer is obvious enough

"I had to get the blood out"

It's all he says

And then he turns and walks away

For once, he makes it a point to be the one leaving you behind, instead of it being the other way around

But it’s not nearly as satisfying as it should be

He almost can't believe it

Of all the people you could sleep with, you slept with Jeff?

#creepypasta #eyeless jack #eyeless Jack x reader #creepypasta x reader #crp

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luckycharms1701 · 5 months

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Ok. I wanna ask something. It’s ok you don’t have to answer this but I wanna ask how would the Turtles be like when they are in season? Like way before their s/o came into the picture? Like their emotions and how to handle it? You can make it SFW or NSFW or both.

sorry this took so long anon-chan! not gonna lie, i hadn't really thought about how they would be in mating season, so i had to think a Lot 🤕

you didn't specify, so i did bay because they were easier for me- i can try my hand at rise if you want though

i imagine that going through a mating season without a mate is very, uh, distressing. so these might be a liiiiiittle on the angsty side

i think this is pretty sfw, just mentions of jerking off and the like

Mating Season Headcanons- Bayverse Turts

Leo:

tries to meditate his way through it every time, even though it Never Works

but maybe this year he'll be good enough, enough of a ninja, to do this...

everyone in the lair knows when he gives up on the meditation because for once the banging isn't coming from Raph's room

he doesn't handle the loss of control very well, so he tends to be super cranky- constantly complains about smells and noises

he does, however, learn from his mistakes sometimes, so he uses plenty of lube when it comes to dealing with the physical aspect

Raph:

he's just kind of resigned to it- they're turtles, it is what it is

that doesn't mean that he doesn't get emotional though- man of passion right here

he isolates himself, for two reasons: because he's a little more volatile than normal and he doesn't want to take it out on his brothers and because he tends to get sad and he doesn't want them to know that

he jerks off a little roughly whenever he gets the urge to go out and beat some baddies up- he would never forgive himself if he really lost control

sometimes, when he's taking care of yet another erection, he'll imagine....... what if...... but when it's over he shuts those thoughts down harshly (dashing away tears that no one will ever see)

Donnie:

oh he's so annoyed- he has too much to do to deal with this

Everyone steers clear of the lab during the day, because he will just take care of the urge whenever it comes (no matter how visible he is) and then continue what he's doing

at night, though- he indulges at night

he's invented a number of toys, and he'll take his time at night to play with every one of them

like the only time he gets any sleep, because his body can't deal with his normal schedule and all the hormones at the same time so he just passes out all the time

Mikey:

man yearns

he's able to ignore the desire for a s/o most of the time, he's too busy having fun- but when it's thrown in his face that he doesn't have one and likely never will....

avoids jerking off until he's literally crying from the urge, because he really doesn't want to do this alone again

Donnie gives him some toys, and they help a little

near the end of it he's mostly enjoying himself- he can never coax such powerful and heady orgasms out of himself any other time

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #mating season #sure hope no one is expecting sexy times 😬#i'm in a not good headspace and like i said mating season without a mate? ouch #theory tag

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ronearoundblindly · 14 days

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Dominance & Sleepy Sex for Fools Rush In Steve! <3

Loved your most recent one with Curtis btw 😘🖤

💜💚💜

Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed Curtis's dirty headcanon (for the legit-dirty man).

Now to FRI Steve, the tricky and ever-growing love of my life! Prompts from this dirty ask game.

While there are several stories in the Fools Rush In series that are suitable for all ages, this headcanon is not. MINORS DNI, please.

D - Dominance

This is a story of a very slow evolution. Steve develops excruciatingly over months and years in the FRI series--which I do love, for the record, I love to detail every little thing that makes him understand his body, his love, and how to show it--but that's for a reason.

He has the specific problem of his senses. It makes him a better soldier to feel less, be more immune to pain, and be affected very little by those hormone fluctuations in response.

Throughout Do You Two Fondue? and This All Day, we see him come into his own as a sexual partner. That blossoms further when he's finally married to Keeps (unlocking his first kink, sorta, when he gets to call you 'Mrs. Rogers' and 'my wife'), and throughout his isolation in Dignity of His Choice, Steve realizes he's not terrible for having fantasies and wanting sex.

He's...slow to initiate anything.

What I haven't gotten to write yet is Steve being exposed to a Hydra gas (sex pollen) that reduces him to his basest, most animalistic desires, and it takes a lot of therapy and talking to shake his learned-shame. He's been conditioned to believe things like dominance and anal can only ever be wrong/disrespectful to the one he loves. (It's important to specify that Steve holds himself to this standard and no one else.)

So, please enjoy a snippet where our soft!boi admits that he might be interested in more than his so-far-pretty-vanilla intimacies.

excerpt from Not A Perfect Soldier But A Good Man

“It’s still you and me, Steve. Doesn’t matter where and it doesn’t matter how. I feel just as safe and loved now as I did before. I know you think you hurt me, but I can’t watch you hurt yourself anymore.” “But I remember it.” His voice is so quiet you think he can barely hear it, but you’re so focused. Your hands cup his face and raise his jaw, but Steve won’t look at you. “We remember a lot of things th—“ “You don’t understand,” he interrupts, the words wet from his closing throat, his long lashes shimmering with tears he’s straining to keep squeezed in. “I…” There’s a beat before Steve sobs one huge release and reins it back in just as fast. The whiplash of keeping himself together forces him to his knees, planting him right at your feet. He grabs your legs, pressing his forehead to your closed thighs. “I liked it,” he whispers, likely hoping he’s too far away and too quiet for you to hear. “God help me. I liked it.”

FRI Steve never becomes what I would classify as a Dom, however. He gets better at initiating and steering sex in a way he's excited about, but I can't see him regularly and entirely taking the lead in bed.

S - Sleepy Sex

The short answer: yes.

He gets much more comfortable with the slow and easy enjoyment of morning sex.

Please enjoy another snippet from the upcoming tale about soulmarks:

excerpt from Something Wrong Is Something Right

He drags a light few fingertips across your arm, making you shiver and snuggle into him more. There’s another faint whine before you bury your head in his pec and breathe deeply. Your heart rate increases. So does his. It’s a testament to how in-sync you two are now that before you even say a word or look up at him, your arm slides down his abs and you rock your hips closer to him. Ok, now Steve’s just plain excited. He loves morning sex. Tired-You turns into a rag doll in his arms and gets loud. He feels powerful and a touch controlling, but really it doesn’t take much to get both of you off even lazily when it’s this early. You let out that little sigh, the one that pairs with the perfect hug, but as Steve has learned over the years, it really pairs with any genuine embrace between you two. It’s contentment and freedom and the invitation he’s all too willing to receive.

(I couldn't fit it in because the snippet would be too long, but one thing I just melt over is that he's categorized your scent between three levels of arousal...which, I mean, oh my, fucking swoon, am I right??? No? Ro's a perv? Ok, yeah, that checks out.)

Steve does not usually wake you up already between your legs or anything; that's a bit aggressive for him. Like, he'll rub on you but won't put his tongue or cock in you until you're aware enough to look at him.

He's been given consent to, several times, but he enjoys the participation--sharing the experience--more than just the act of getting off.

Since in FRI, Steve is a super soldier, it's unlikely he's ever completely asleep if you are significantly moving around, so you can't surprise him with a blowjob. He is finicky about those. Again, that feels impersonal and distant compared to having his arms around you.

He goes for runs so early that Steve's amazed you two have as much morning sex as you do. It turns out that's a great way to make you tired enough to fall back asleep, and you can spread out happily on his still-warm spot while he heads to the gym. You can even shower with him when he returns! Yay!

Thank you for asking!

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

This completes the TWENTY-SIX dirty asks from the past week. WOOHOOOOOO, we did it, gang!!! Now right back to the drawing board/notebook/multiple scrivener projects...anyway, you get it. Thanks for reading 💕

#ro answers #dirty asks #ask game #steve rogers fanfiction #fools rush in series #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader smut #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x you #captain america fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x you

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hearts4hughes · 1 year

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Quinn Hughes Request: "You are not your past." and "Being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain." and "You don't have to hide your tears from me." and "For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!"

sorry for being kind of a sad sap but as someone who had a pretty rough childhood and practically raised their siblings i felt these

nora’s 500 celly !!

i hope i did your request justice, and i’m so sorry you had to go through that<3

going through a rough childhood, you never knew how to truly express your feelings. you were punished for showing the tiniest bit of emotion, so you learned how to mask it. it was never a quality you wanted to carry into other relationships, but you couldn’t control it.

when you first started going out with quinn you had opened up to him about your past. he completely understood and comforted you through the grueling memories. since then, you started to work on displaying emotions and feelings together with quinn. he played a huge part in helping you overcome some fears, but some old wounds never fully healed.

recently, you had been snapping at quinn more. you had less and less patience with him some days. quinn noticed too and decided to give you some space, not wanting to upset you even more. even though his heart was in the right place, you thought he was scared of you.

you stay curled in a ball on yours and quinn’s shared bed. he was going out with the team tonight, so you weren’t expecting him home for at least a few more hours. what you weren’t aware of was that quinn was coming home early. he had texted you he was coming home, but your cries and sobs drowned out surrounding sound.

he opened the front door, kicking off his sneakers, and scanning the house for you. after checking the living room and kitchen, he finally makes his way over to the bedroom.

“babe?” he called out, flicking the light on to reveal you laying limp on the bed. “y/n, what’s wrong?” he coos, going over to you and scooping you into his arms.

your sobs only get worse as you lay in quinn’s arms. “i don’t want to be like them.” you weep, choking back sobs.

“like who?” he questions, holding you close to his chest. your silence is enough of an answer for him. “oh no, baby. you will never ever be like them.”

“i already am, though.” you squeeze your eyes shut in hope for the tears to stop pouring out. “you’re scared of me, quinn. these last couple of weeks you’ve been walking on eggshells around me.”

your words cause quinn to flinch. he never knew this is what you thought was happening. he just assumed you needed space.

he rests his head on top of yours in a comforting manner. “baby, i am not scared of you. i was being distant because i thought you needed space. you seemed to be generally upset recently, and i thought you might’ve needed time to focus on yourself.”

the second quinn explains himself, you feel like such an idiot. you had thought he had fallen out of love, when that was never the case.

“oh.” is all you manage to get out. you were mentally and physically tired of the stress your trauma had caused you. “i’m sorry.”

“what do you have to be sorry for, my love? it was a misunderstanding, and that’s ok.” he soothed, brushing his hands through your hair. “you are not your past, and you never will be. it does not define you.”

you open your mouth, but only sobs come out. his thumb wipes away stray tears that fall from your eyes, while the other supports your body.

“baby, being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.” he places both hands on the sides of your head, making you look into his eyes. “you don’t have to hide your tears from me. i’m here to comfort you. to be your personal therapist.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “i don’t want to bother you with my problems.” your voice is diffident and unsure.

“for once in your life, do what you want! be selfish.” he raises his voice a little. “just be yourself. don’t push me away, i’m right here for you.”

you nuzzle your face into his neck, letting his scent fill your nostrils. a sense of home immediately washes over you.

“can we just stay like this for a while?” you mumble into his neck.

he smiles, pressing a kiss to your head. “of course, love.”

no one had ever comforted you in the way quinn did. he was your rock, and you were his.

#hearts4hughes #hockey blurb #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #nora’s 500 celly!!#nhl imagine #nhl blurb #vancover canucks #nora's writings 💐

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barzysunflower · 10 months

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NYC, Mat Barazl

You’re first vacation together. You’re nervous because you don’t like to fly. However, Mat doesn’t know this bc you’ve never flown together. You start to panic at take off ( you can go from there) you eventually make it your destination (somewhere tropical) and then you can go into as much or little detail as you would like. I hope this makes sense.

tysm for the request! I actually also am terrified to fly and one time this old lady next to me held my hand for takeoff and landing and it was super sweet!

word count: 1.3k

come along the world trip

📍bali, indonesia with mat barzal

"At this moment, we'd like to invite the first class and business class passengers to board the aircraft." Your boyfriend next to you stood, collecting his things. You couldn't stand up, nervously looking around the airport and out the window at the other airplanes in the sky. You hated flying. You didn't do it often and the few other times you did you always had panic attacks. The idea of being suspended in the air and having no control left you panicked the entire time and once turbulence were added, all you wanted to do was run.

"Babe, that's us," Mat said, waving a hand in front of you to get your attention. "I don't get to take a vacation often but when I do, I do it right."

You snapped out of your panicking and gave a small laugh while gathering your things. "Still asleep?," he asked jokingly, to which you nodded. You had to get up very early to leave for the airport and catch your flight and due to your discomfort about flying, you had barely slept that night.

You were able to board quickly and get comfortable in your extra specious seats. Maybe with this extra room you wouldn't feel as cramped and scared.

"You okay?," Mat asked after a while and leaned over his seat ledge to see you better, when he noticed your leg shaking and that you barley answered him in the last few minutes.

"Yeah!" You tried to sound enthusiastic, but failed. "I'm just excited."

"Me, too." He kissed you. "Sand, sun, ocean, you in a bikini. Yeah, this is gonna be good."

You had no doubt about that. It was just getting to Bali that freaked you out and made you consider staying home. But it was your first vacation with him and the pictures you had seen of Bali looked absolutely amazing, so you just had to bite the bullet. Everything would be fine.

Once everyone was on board, it was finally time to leave. Your heartbeat increased dramatically when the plane started moving. Your hands gripped together tightly and your eyes shut tightly, too, turned away from your boyfriend. But that didn't stop him from noticing something was wrong.

"Hey!" He leaned over to your side again and placed his big hand on top of both of yours that were pulling at each other. "What's wrong?"

You couldn't ignore him any longer, so you turned to face him reluctantly. "I hate flying." Your voice was barely a whisper, hating to admit your fear.

"Oh, love." He tried to figure out how to pull you into his arms, but the first class seats were not designed for that. So he settled for his other hand that gently curled around the side of your face and caressed your cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?" You shrugged and in that moment the plane started speeding up, getting enough speed to take off. You shut your eyes again and your entire body went rigid. "It's ok. You're ok." He was able to kiss your forehead before being pushed back into his own seat. His hands stilled cradled you, definitely helping you get through it and once the plane settled in the air you could feel your heartbeat slow a bit.

"Better?" You slowly opened your eyes and looked directly into his green ones. You had fallen in love with them the first time you saw them and were amazed at how well they could calm you. You nodded, actually meaning it as your body began to relax a bit. As long as you didn't look out the window or there wouldn't be any turbulence, you could do this.

"Why didn't you tell me?," he asked again, gently. "We could have gone somewhere else that doesn't require flying or at least somewhere we wouldn't have to take multiple planes and fly for a day."

"No, it's ok. I have to get over this fear. And you got so excited talking about Bali, I didn't want to say no. I wanna go on this trip with you." He smiled when you did and softly placed his lips on yours.

"I love you. But next time please tell me about something big like this." You both laughed. "Honestly, we could have just gone down to Florida. Or even stayed on Long Island. They have beaches there I could see you walking around in a bikini in. That's all I need." You rolled your eyes.

"I promise. I want to see the wolf with you, though. Just don't let go of my hand." And he didn't. For the entirety of the flight, minus meal time, he held on to your hand and even when he dozed off he squeezed it every once in a while, letting you know that everything was going to be alright and that he was always by your side.

The rest of your travels wasn't any different. Takeoff and landing were still hard for you, but the actual flight was fairly smooth. You had a good book with you and the movie selection was great so there were a lot of distractions. Mat also kept you occupied and distracted which you were very thankful for. However, the flying anxiety prevented you from sleeping all day, even during your layover you barely slept a couple of hours. So when you finally, finally, made it to your private little villa right on the water, you crashed in bed almost immediately. You slept for hours and hours, now that the anxiety was gone and when you woke up, you felt like a brand new person.

"Morning, sleepy head." Mat, shirtless by the way, saw you stretch from outside and came walking into the bedroom. He climbed on the bed and laid down right on top of you. His lips started wandering along your cheeks and neck. "Sleep good?"

You nodded and rubbed your eyes again. "What time is it?"

"Almost six. At night." He grinned. If you remembered correctly you had gotten there at eight in the morning. "But I didn't want to wake you. You really needed the sleep."

Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him in first for a kiss and then a hug. Wordlessly, you stayed in bed like this for a while until you had woken up enough.

"Hungry?"

"Starving." Your little villa was part of a resort so Mat ordered room service and while you waited you took a little tour of the place and changed into a new outfit. It was basically one open room, which half walls separating the bathroom from the bedroom and from the living area with a small kitchen. On the deck was an outdoor shower, another sitting area and of course the pool from which you could jump right into the ocean.

"This is so beautiful." You we're standing on the deck looking out into the ocean where the sun was slowly starting to set. You leaned into your boyfriend who came to stand behind you and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Worth the travel and flying?"

"Absolutely." He kissed your cheek and enjoyed the peaceful moment between the two of you.

After your meal, Mat practically changed you into your bikini himself and then carried you into the pool. The hot tub definitely got used a bit more though and that outdoor shower also got its first use of your stay...

#mat barzal #travel with me summer 23 #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal fic #mat barzal imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fluff #nhl fic #nhl blurb #hockey fic #hockey imagine #new york islanders

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omegasimpsstuff · 6 months

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Insecure

Summary: Now that Kota Ibushi is back you found yourself insecure and jealous

I finally have some time so I decided to write the story instead.

Warnings: smut, minors DNI, 18+

Tags of the people who commented wanting it: @jeje1414 @ohhhmegan @wanderbreadsworld @mydemonexorcist

You were sat on the couch next to your boyfriend, Kenny. He was watching some show and you were scrolling on your phone.

“Have you ever watched this show before” he asked turning his head to look at you

“Nope” you replied briefly not even looking up from your phone. Suddenly the sound of the show stopped and he set the remote down.

“Ok what’s up? You’ve been acting strange for days” he asked as he placed his hand on your leg.

You go to open your mouth and be immediately cuts you off

“Don’t say it’s nothing”

“I don’t know. I know it’s about you and Kota… ever since you guys reunited it’s like, I constantly feel like I could be replaced at any moment” you said with a sigh, embarrassed at yourself for even feeling like this.

“You think I’m gonna leave you for Kota?” He said with a raised eyebrow

“I am worried that you’d be happier with him then me, I mean it’s not even a question that you’ve known him longer, you like the same things, you have the same job… he knows things that I wouldn’t” you could feel tears in the corner of your eyes as you said it.

Just as quickly as you said it, Kenny was off the couch and picked you up, carrying you up the stairs.

He threw you on the bed and got on top of you

“You have nothing to worry about baby, let me show you” he said as he lifted up your shirt. His mouth quick to latch onto your nipple. A moan instantly falling off of your lips.

His teeth biting your nipple causing you to wince in pain but it quickly turned to pleasure, the pain adding to the wetness collecting in your panties.

“God I love that you’re a little pain slut” he whispered as he pulled down your shorts and panties.

He then did the same to himself, and started pumping his cock

“Spread your legs, I wanna see my perfect pussy” he said quietly and seductively, earning a groan from him as you did just that, his half hard cock twitching at the sight and was now fully hard.

He got on top of you and started kissing your neck, his fingers teasing your entrance.

“Kenny please… I need you” you moaned out, that was all he needed to hear as he slammed into you without any warning causing you to scream in ecstasy.

“Is this what you wanted baby, you wanted my huge cock slamming into you?” He asked as his pace got faster. You could barely answer you could just nod your head in agreement.

“Oh god you fuck me so good” you said barely able to recognize your voice, it sounded needy and desperate and by all means you were.

“Yeah I do, the only person I’ll ever fuck like this, the only person I want in the world” he said reassuring you again that you have no reason to be worried.

His dick was like a drug to you. Reveling in the feeling of him taking it out all the way and slamming it right back in with all his force.

You were a moaning mess and he loved it, each one of your perfect moans egging him on to go harder and faster.

“Does my cock feel good baby” he asked with a smug smirk

“God yes!! So fucking good!” You yelled unable to control your volume at this point, but you didn’t care, not in the slightest, the pleasure was far too good.

Your walls started to clench around him signaling your close.

“C’mon baby, cum all over my cock, make a fucking mess” he groaned out.

“Oh god I’m cumming!” You yelled as the knot in your stomach finally released. Kenny wasn’t too far behind as he started spewing out cuss words.

He filled you with his cum, adding to the mess you had already made.

As you both came down from your highs he slid out of you and made his way down, holding your legs open and you felt his hot breathe on your pussy.

He started cleaning you up perfectly with his tongue, swirling it, sucking on your clit. Your body was on fire from the overstimulation.

He finally pulled his head away and laid next to you.

“Your the love of my life Y/N, you have nothing to worry about” he said as he pulled you close to him

“I love you” you replied. Suddenly you heard the door to the guest room down the hall open. Your eyes widened in horror and embarrassment

“Was kota here the entire time” you asked as your face grew red from the embarrassment

“I guess so… but hey, at least now he knows that I’m yours” he said with a chuckle as you slapped his chest.

(I’m probably gonna be late to work I really got into this lmao)

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krirebr · 4 months

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Because I’m an ass another what if ask for your Kris-mas:

In More than This - Steve deserves the world. That’s a fact. And I will not be taking questions. So my what if:

What if readers mom and Steve’s dad didn’t get together until they were adults?

If you don’t already know where I’m going with this…what if Linda was actually onto something about Steve and readers relationship (again they did not grow up together, etc.)

😘

Ok, first off, I'm answering your 2nd ask before your first and just ruining all continuity. 😂 I just love this question so much and couldn't wait to get it posted!

So, I thought very long and hard about this and I knew I wanted to rewrite a scene from More Than This with this alternate alternate universe in mind. I considered doing their Ch 2 conversation together right before the wedding with Linda as a kind of looming specter, but Steve let me know that in these circumstances, he would have taken control long before then. So instead, here is a rewrite of their first scene in Ch 1. This happens right after Joseph makes her sign the contract. I hope you like it!

This is also about 1.2k and really pushes the limits of the definition of a drabble.

Tell Me One Thing

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Warnings: Explicit language, angst, hopeful ending

You let yourself into Steve’s apartment, using the key he’d given you on the day he’d moved in. He wasn’t in his front room, so you moved all the way to the back, to the spare room he used as an art studio. As you entered, you lightly knocked on the doorframe, trying not to startle him. He was standing with his hands on his hips, staring at a half-finished painting, but looked over his shoulder as soon as he heard you. There was a warm, loving smile on his face, but it dropped as soon as he took in your expression. “What happened?” he asked as you stepped into his arms.

“I think we might be really fucked, Steve,” you muttered into his chest. You knew you shouldn’t be taking comfort in his body right now; you should be starting the process of pulling away, putting distance between the two of you, but you just couldn’t. He was all you had and you didn’t know how you’d survive losing him.

He took your face in both hands and made you look at him. “Tell me what happened,” he demanded seriously, as his eyes searched your face. You were freaking him out.

You sighed. “Your dad–” you blinked away tears as Steve’s face darkened. Another sigh. “I’m engaged.”

He dropped his hands and stepped back, looking at you carefully. “You’ve been engaged before,” he said, his voice purposely measured, trying not to show he was upset. “Nothing ever comes of it.”

“I think this one is real, Steve.”

“What makes you think that?” his voice was harsh, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. Never at you.

“They set a date.” His eyes widened and he pursed his lips. You took a deep breath and continued, “A month from now.”

“A month from now?” he almost shouted, and your resolve finally crumbled, unable to hold back the tears anymore.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head while you tried to wipe the tears away. “I can’t– I–”

You were in his arms before you realized what had happened. “Hey, hey,” he soothed. “You’re okay. It’s going to be okay.”

“How?” you asked. “How is it going to be ok? I’m getting married, Steve!”

He gently sat you on the couch and then pulled a chair from the corner to sit across from you, close enough that your knees touched. “I’ll talk to my dad. Buy us some time at least.”

You shook your head, remembering the most damning detail. “It won’t work. Everything’s already signed.” You squeezed your eyes shut. “I signed. They made me sign, Steve. I’m so sorry!”

You felt him grab your hand and you reluctantly opened your eyes, afraid of what you’d find on his face. But when you made yourself look at him, all that was there was concern for you. How had you been so lucky as to find this man? Four years ago when your mother had finally been desperate enough to accept another arrangement, you’d only expected more of the same. Just another old man with a say as to what your future would look like. Joseph was exactly who you’d thought he’d be. But Steve, you never could have dreamed up Steve. Kind, attentive, generous, and so beautiful. The two of you quickly became very good friends, and then, after a drunken night out, something else. As you found yourself repeatedly falling into his bed, you knew you should stop. You both did. But you couldn’t. How were you supposed to resist him? He was your one good thing. So you kept it between the two of you, knowing your family would never stand for it. And before you knew it, you’d fallen in love with him. You’d kept that a secret too.

His voice brought you back to the present, his thumb gently moving over the back of your hand. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said, softly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“What are we going to do, Steve?” you whispered. “I don’t think I can lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me,” he said, in his most serious voice. “Not ever. No matter what.” Neither of you said anything for the next several moments, Steve seemingly lost in thought, while you just tried to remember how to breathe. Then, finally, he spoke again. “Maybe nothing really has to change. We’ve kept this a secret for so long. We can just keep doing that.”

You took a deep breath, still not ready to confront the worst part of this. “He lives in Boston,” you said quietly. “I’ll be moving to Boston.”

Steve’s face fell, his hold on your hands getting tighter. “Who.” he said, without any inflection.

“Ransom Drysdale.”

Steve stood up so fast that the chair tumbled over behind him. “No,” he growled. “Absolutely not!”

“Steve,” you sighed, suddenly so tired, looking up at him from the couch.

He didn’t say anything, just stood there with his hands on his hips, shaking his head, his jaw ticking, staring into the corner.

You sank into the silence, holding your head in your hands. You couldn’t believe how quickly everything had fallen apart. You should have been more prepared. Of course, this day would come.

Finally, after you didn’t even know how long, Steve spoke again, still staring into the corner. “We could just go.”

Your head shot up. “What?”

He turned his attention back to you. “We could go. Tonight. Why not?”

“A thousand reasons why not!” You were suddenly shouting. What was he thinking? Where had this come from? You couldn’t keep up. “I– What? Where would we even go?!”

He shrugged. “Somewhere. Anywhere. I have a little money put away, don’t you? Anywhere we want.”

You wanted to shake him. “Steve, that’s not–” You shook your head. “That isn’t a plan!”

“You want a plan?” he asked.

You stood up, throwing your hands in the air. “Yes! At minimum!”

“Ok,” he nodded and then grinned at you. “Come back in an hour and I’ll have a plan.”

“Steve,” you breathed, helplessly.

He stepped back into your space, taking your face in his hands. “I love you. More than anything. Do you love me?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for just a moment then looked back at him. “Yes. You know I do.”

He nodded as a genuine smile lit up his entire face. He was so beautiful. “I think, I’ve always known we might have to do this. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it’s always been there. I’m not losing you. Especially not to Ransom Drysdale,” he growled the name. “Go home, get Lola. Maybe an overnight bag. Then come back here and I’ll have a plan for you.”

You searched his face, for what you didn’t entirely know. He was confident, resolute. Sure. Despite yourself, you nodded. “Ok.”

You started to pull away but his hands on your face wouldn’t let you. You looked at him in question and he shook his head. “I can’t believe you’ve been in my home all this time, and I haven’t kissed you yet. What’s wrong with me?” He leaned in and kissed you, gently at first, but as soon as you started kissing him back, he made it more passionate, filthier. It felt like he poured everything he wanted you to know into it. How much he loved you. How sure he was of a future together. This, of all things, had you believing, too, that maybe it was possible.

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professional-demon-master · 8 months

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Cutting you off 7

Belphegor

Light angst / comfort. Good ending ig? 7/7 in the series ! GN reader (if you see any mistakes, feel free to correct me please!)

- Saying that you and Belphegor had a difficult relationship was the understatement of the year.

- It started… rocky.

- After the whole attic situation, you both worked hard on rebuilding the friendship you had started to build between whispers and promises when you would visit him in the attic.

- It was hard, though. Not only did the brothers kept a close eye on you two when you were alone, but Belphie took a different attitude after the whole Lilith situation was known.

- He was tender with you, spoke with a softer voice than before. He was all laughter and smiles around you and it seemed like he also had adopted you as a new body pillow every time he wanted a nap.

- And you were happy with it, but couldn’t help but feel like being Lilith's descendant might had been the reason of his sudden attitude change towards you.

- And you didn’t blamed yourself for feeling that way, at the end of the day, he had killed you before.

- So every time you felt a little too comfortable sleeping beside him, every time you were laughing with him on the way back home or every time you felt butterflies in your stomach when he whispered something sweet in your ear, your mind would go back to the same thought.

- “Does he really like me for me or does he like me for who he remembers when he looks at me?”

- But it was ok! You had it under control!

- Until that day at a dance Diavolo was holding.

- You spent most of the evening dancing, accompanying Diavolo to salute important demons and answering questions about the human realm, your experiences at the Devildom so far and your points of view on the exchange program.

- You were clearly overwhelmed, so you took the first opportunity you had to scape for a little while with Belphie to a corner of the room that was out of sight.

“Finally tired of those assholes?” “Belphie…” you scolded, or at least tried your best while hiding the smile that was creeping up in your face. “Don’t worry, I’m glad you are because I’ve been wanting to steal your attention since we got here” “ugh, tell me about it. I’ve been trying to find a window of opportunity to take a Power Nap with you” Belphie giggled and yawned, finally finding a spot to nap with his head on your shoulder. “Ugh, you’re always sticking to me Lilith” Belphie spoke with affection, while drifting off to sleep.

- You we’re in the verge of sleeping too until you heard him.

- Did he called you… “Lilith”? Did you heard that right?

- The next 20 minutes you spent them trying miserably to fall asleep for a while, debating whether you actually heard him called you Lilith or if it was just your sleepy mind as his sleepy slurred speech mixing together to make whatever he had said to sound like her name.

- With a lot of will power, you managed to leave the events of that night in the past. Now, two days after the ball happened, you had almost forgotten what happened between you and Belphie during your little sleeping escapade. Everything was back to normal

- Of course that was too much to ask for a place like the devildom.

- During class on Monday, you were sitting side by side, Belphie dozing off every now and then.

When the bell rang, he moved lazily up from his notebook. “Ugh, I can’t even read what I wrote.” You scoffed “no surprise, you practically dozed off every time the professor stopped to take a breath.” Belphie whined while he started pickup up his things. “Ugh, it’s so unfair. Lucifer is lucky he found my secret napping spot or else I wouldn’t have even came to this class today”. You sighed while grabbing your books, “It’s okay, you can have my notes, I’ve got you”, “thank you Lil, I can always count on you” Belphie yawned while he walked out of class, you stopped right after he left the classroom. You weren’t imagining it, right? He actually said it this time, and it was as clear as it could be. “Hey, you coming or what?” You blinked rapidly when he came back, waiting by the door. “Uh, yeah, sure. Forgot my pen” you smiled nervously, a knot forming in your throat as you dived in the RAD hallways.

- You were actively avoiding Belphie all week long, until Friday came and you were pretty much doomed, having to stay with Belphie alone, since you two had to clean the dishes after dinner that night.

- You tried to spent most of the time in silence, or barely answering with monosyllables whenever he looked at you expecting you to voice your answers.

“You’ve been kinda away this week haven’t you?” “I guess you could say that” “Lucifer’s been keeping you busy, uh?” You stayed silent, shrugging as a way of answering. Silence took over the kitchen once again.

Belphie took a plate and stared drying it off. “Or… were you just avoiding me?”

You pretended to be extremely concentrated cleaning a plate to avoid his penetrating eyes that were focused on you.

“You were, weren’t you?” You kept your eyes on the next utensil, pretending to be extremely concentrated on getting it to be squeaky clean. “Fuck, MC, stop ignoring me, just answer!” You shrugged again. “ I don’t know what you want me to say.” “That you were avoiding me! Confess it”, “I was… not not avoiding you.” You exhaled, getting mad at his attitude. “MC!” “What?” “Just stop acting so childish. I don’t understand what your problem is!” Belphegor scoffed and you dropped the fork that was in your hands. “You wanna know what my problem is? You really do? Fine. You’re a pain in the ass, Belphegor, and a big one. And I work and work hard on our relationship, trying to be there for you, trusting you, spending as much time with you as I can and still, it’s not enough, because it doesn’t matter how much I try, how much time I spend with you, you never see me for who I am, for you I’m just a replace of Lilith”

The room went quite once the final sentence was said. Belphegor finally turned to look at you, a cold expression in his face that made you shiver as he got closer to you, stopping once his face was practically on yours. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t you ever bring her up again as an excuse for you and your plain existence. She was so much better than you, she was special and so much more than what you could ever be.” Belphie spoke low, almost sounding like he was growling whenever a sentence finished. He moved, leaving the room while making sure he bumped with your shoulder. You left the air you were holding, without noticing.

“Well shit”

- After that fight, you didn’t saw much of Belphegor, and despite no one knew what your fight was about, they knew you two had a disagreement, and a big one, the tension between the two of you was practically palpable, which made dinner and almost every other family interaction, extremely uncomfortable for everybody.

- As you suspected, the first person to notice the change between your relationship was Beelzebub. He questioned you during lunch one day, trying to ask in a, very unconvincing, casual tone why you and Belphie suddenly stopped talking. You spent most of that day convincing him that it was nothing and that you two just needed some time apart. That didn’t exactly convinced him, but at least he has stopped hovering you with questions.

- One of the hardest things to do was saying no to Beel whenever he suggested an attic club sandwich get together, making up excuses or having to find ways to stay late at RAD were now part of your routine.

- And you would’ve been perfectly fine adjusting to living like that for the rest of your time at the devildom.

- Until the nightmares started to happen.

- It wasn’t weird for you to get nightmares. You had pretty vivid dreams so nightmares were something you were acquainted to. Specially whenever you were extremely stressed.

- It all started with a few upsetting dreams a couple nights a week. Then they kept escalating until you were having them pretty much everyday, waking up at least one time at night.

- You were sure that it was the stress of having to avoid Beel’s questions and Belphie's presence, while actively having to act like everything was okay and keep on with your duties as the human exchange student.

- And despite your efforts of trying to hide the effects of what the lack of sleep was causing on you, the brothers started to notice. But the first one to voice it out was Asmo, voice full of concern the first time he stopped you before getting to eat your breakfast with a “Oh my, MC! You look… like you had a rough night”

“That’s nice, today I was going for a sleep deprived look” you joked while trying to cut off the tension you felt when all of the brothers turned to look at you, inspecting you after what Asmo had said. Nobody laughed, instead looking at you with a worried look, “guys, stop it, I’m fine. I just had a little bit of trouble falling asleep last night” “Are you sure? You look like Leviathan when he stays up all night for two days to finish a new game” Leviathan scoffed and you tried to smile “yeah, I’m sure. It’s okay”.

- The rest of the breakfast you spent it trying to ignore the wondering looks the brothers were sharing.

- “Hey Mc, wait up!” Asmo's voice stopped you when you were leaving your last class. “Wanna walk back home together?” You nodded, while you both intertwined your arms. “I thought you had another class today?” “Meh, I can always ask for the work tomorrow” you smiled, rolling your eyes lovingly at him. “So… about this morning-“ “Oh, don’t worry, I know I look bad” you admitted with cheeks glowing red. “It’s not just that darling, I’m worried. You and I both know it wasn’t just a difficulty you had to sleep yesterday, you look like you haven’t sleep well in days”, you stayed in silence for a while, before answering with a shy “I haven’t” “Why didn’t you tell us! We could do something about it. Today you’ll have a warm bath and your favorite food for dinner. I can lend you one of my sleeping masks!” You smiled at him “thanks Asmo, but it isn’t my capacity to fall asleep what keeps me up. It’s my inability to stay asleep” “what do you mean?” You sighed, eyes fixed in the ground. “I’ve been having nightmares, almost every night now. I can’t actually remember what happens, but I always end up waking up confused and alerted. It takes me a long time to fall back asleep, only to end up waking up not long after”, Asmo looked at you with a concerned look, after a small silence, he gave a small squeeze to your arm. “You and I know there’s only one person that can-“ “No, I can’t ask him” Asmo sighed, eyes turning to look at the road, letting go of your arm to hug your shoulders. “Listen, I don’t know what happened between you two, but Belphie cares about you. He would help you without a doubt” “I wouldn’t be so sure… it’s just, ugh” you finally looked at him, brows furrowed. “How much time do you have?” “Darling, for you, I have all the time in the world. Now, spill the tea”.

- After a long talk with Asmodeus, you confided in him your doubts and the whole situation with Belphie. He was set on helping you two so you could fix your sleep schedule, also because since the fight Belphie had turned into an irritable demon, something you weren’t actually aware of fue to the lack of communication.

- “Belphie?” Asmodeus entered the attic, finding Belphie wrapped in a blanket while he scrolled mindlessly on his phone, “Good! You’re awake”, Belphie turned to the other side “leave me alone, I’ve been trying to fall asleep for 2 hours” “That can wait. We need to talk” “About?” “MC” Belphie buried himself deeper in the impromptu bed. “Forget it. I don’t care what they told you, but I’m not going to speak to them. Fuck them and fuck you for not minding your own business” Asmodeus snorted a laugh. “Yeez, chill out.” He shook his head “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t necessary, okay? I know better than to bother you when you’re sleep deprived. Just listen to me” Asmodeus waited for a sign to keep on talking, but took his silence as an answer, “Mc told me the whole situation.” Asmo walked to the bed and sat at a corner. “I wouldn’t… blame you, if you kinda see Lilith in them. Sometimes I do too. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking at them as a replacement, is just… even before we knew the whole relation between them, they just were so alike, you know?” Asmo started playing with his fingers, anxious that Belphie was completely silent. “but I could understand how that would be conflicting to them. Feeling like you’re not being seen for who you are, worrying that the people you care about only see you as the replacement of someone else they loved before you”

“You know that’s not how I feel” “well I think I know, yes, but clearly Mc doesn’t.” Belphie finally turned to look at him. “You need to talk to them Belphie, nobody can stand the way you two let your pride stop you from talking this out. Not even Lucifer has gone this far” “Pfft, good try”. Asmo grabbed his shoulder before he could turned around again. “Belphie, they need you” “what do you mean?” “They haven’t been able to sleep well for days, and you’re the only person that could help them” Belphie sat at the bed, nap intentions long forgotten. “This isn’t a trap?” Asmo looked offended, he gasped before answering “No! Come on! Haven’t you looked at them? They look awful. If their bags get any deeper, they’ll look like a raccoon” Belphie analyzed the situation for a while, Asmo waiting patiently. “Listen, they don’t even know I’m taking to you about this, but I can’t stand looking at them so tired and sad because you two are still mad at each other, so please, fix this.”

- It was late at night , and everybody at HoL had gone to sleep already. Everybody except Belphie.

- He couldn’t stop thinking about his interaction with Asmo. He couldn’t be lying right? Did Mc had really been struggling all these days by themselves?

- Unable to sleep, he stood up and started walking to your room, taking advantage of the time Beel got up for a late night snack.

- Belphie looked for you at your room, failing miserably and leading him to look for you around the whole house.

- Finally after 20 minutes, he found you at the planetarium.

At first he tried really hard to not startle you. You were too busy lying there, looking at the starts, that he felt he was going to interrupt your calm moment alone. Still, as soon as he entered the room, you turned to look at him, being able to listen to the door.

You both stood there, looking at each other for a couple minutes before either one of you said something. “Uh” Belphie broke the silence “I’m sorry, I didn’t knew you were here” he said, like he hadn’t just spend the last 20 minutes looking for you. “It’s okay, I was leaving.” You got up, cleaning your pants. “No, wait” you were startled, looking at Belphegor. “I have to talk to you”

You stood there, awkwardly, after a few seconds of silence you nodded, giving him confirmation to go on. “About the other day, uhm. I need you to know that Lilith… wasn’t so annoying.” “What?” “She didn’t snorted when she laughed, she didn’t grabbed my fries every time we went eating and she didn’t braided my heat when I fell asleep in her lap. I could never replace her with you, a hardheaded, know-it-all, exasperating of a person. You could never be her” You closed your eyes while shaking your head slightly in disbelief, starting your walk to leave the place “If that was your idea of an apology, Belphegor…” Belphegor quickly grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place as he continued.

“But you’re also right. I do see her every time I see you. Whenever you’re being nice to someone who doesn’t deserve it, whenever you help Luke or whenever you tend to me and my brothers with nothing but sweetness, I see her. You’ll never be her because you’re your own kind of person. I was wrong about comparing you because you’re just… you. Sweet, kind and lovingly annoying you. And I’m sorry I made you feel like you were a replace of Lilith. I see you and appreciate you for the person you are, MC. And I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

With eyes full of tears you hugged him, having him hugging you in return immediately. You stayed like that for a couple minutes before you talked.

“I don’t like being someone else’s replacement”

Belphegor shake his head slightly, his hand grabbing your hair softly “You’re not. I promise”

“Are you sure?”

“Completely”

“Good” you sniffed, finally parting enough to be able to look at his eyes. “Because I… care too much about you to feel like that” Belphie smiled at you while he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Nah, you’re too annoying to be compared to anyone else” “Asshole”

OMG I DID IT! I know it took me a loooooong time but I wanted to end with my best, lol. I really liked Belphies part, even though I had to rewrite it a couple of times, I feel like it was worth it. What about you? Don’t worry though, there’s a lot more coming <3

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arachine · 2 years

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— 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?: 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬

+ 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝: multiple stranger things men

+ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mature

+ 𝐜𝐰: explicit sexual content

+ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: me when i’m reposting this for the 5th time

+ part one can be found here !

+ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: the small font is a stylistic choice that is only used for headcanons because they’re usually very short reads!

peter “the 001 for you” ballard

↻ length: crazy men have big dicks. this is a known—a fact. it cannot and will not be debated. why do some of you keep going back to your crazy exes? surely not because of their personalities…but i digress. peter doesn’t even know he’s got a dick of gold swinging in his pants. like he’s aware of its presence, but he never really sat down and thought ‘damn, i’ve gotta really big dick’—probably because he’s too distracted most of the time planning the demise of a bunch of little kids more than half of his age.

coming in at 6 inches flaccid, and roughly 7.4 inches erect, this definitely makes peter the second biggest on the list.

↻ width: he doesn’t really strike me as someone who’s gotta thick cock. i’d like to think it’s on the skinnier side, mostly because he’s very tall and lanky.

↻ color: peter is so pale, it’s literally just a pink stick.

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↻ groomed: hmmm… a part of me wants to say yes. i think he’d groom it down probably for comfort. i can imagine that it’d get very itchy in those white orderly jumpsuits, and so, i feel like he’d groom it down in that sense. he just strikes me as someone who’s very calculated and precise with everything that they do, so having an itch down there would be annoying and he hates to be annoyed.

↻ curved: unfortunately, no :(

↻ veins: yes, plenty. they start to branch down from his pelvic region, all the way to his dick. they wrap around so prettily and when he gets hard, it looks kinda mean and angry!

↻ how he uses it: peter likes to fuck you from the back, with the upper half of your body smooshed down into a hard surface, and your head forced down flat with the palm of his hand. it’s the only position he enjoys that doesn’t involve intimacy. but most of all, he likes it down your throat. because in this position, you’re on your knees, with your head tilted up at him, and tears streaming down your eyes like ribbons.

it gets him so unbelievably hard because he’s the one with all of the control. you sit there and take him—all of him—down your throat because you like it. and he knows you like it too. he knows that you get a rush when he pushes it so far down that you can’t breathe, and he knows you like it when he forces all of his load down your mouth. so, that’s why this is his favorite position. because from up here? he’s a god, and you’re just some bitch that prays to his dick like it’s sunday service.

dmitri “got you walking side to side” antonov or, better known as, enzo

↻ length: if i speak…

ok, listen. i’ve heard some things about those russian men, i’ve seen some things…and i’d like to bet that enzo is one of them. there’s just something in the atmosphere down there, something in the air…something that i think we (the people) should investigate because why and what is causing this big dick phenomenon? anyway, enzo is 6.7 inches flaccid and 8 inches hard. i don’t make the rules, i listen to the voices. and right now they’re telling me to relay the message and i am.

↻ width: baybeee, let me tell you something. his is thick. like, really thick. you just better hope he has the patience to stretch you open first, because if not…well, good luck soldier.

↻ color: i could say pink—but i won’t. i am standing on this hill when i say his cock is tanned and his tip is brown or brown adjacent. it’s somewhere in the brown family okay, just…just trust me on this one. i know russia is cold as fuck but he ain’t that damn pale, so i am not budging with my answer.

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↻ groomed: no. just full, unadulterated man bush over here. how we like it. the girls that get it, get. and the girls that don’t, don’t.

↻ curved: uhm, duh. he is a founding father of the captain hook club!

↻ veins: vein wonderland, just so many of ‘em.

↻ how he uses it: i don’t think it matters what position, you’re getting fucked and you’re getting fucked good. just know you’ll be directionally challenged by the end of it. suddenly, determining left from right, and up from down becomes a challenge tad too difficult.

argyle “let me smoke you out” [redacted] …because he wasn’t given a last name. them damn duffer brothers fucking up my list!

↻ length: i’d like to say his dick is as long as his gorgeous hair (which i’m very jealous of), but it isn’t. i’d like to sit here and tell you that the man who carried season four with jokes has a 12 incher, but i can’t (for i fear the masses will crucify me at the stake). but in all seriousness, argyle has the perfect cock. it’s not intimidatingly large like peter or enzo’s, but it’s not too small either.

argyle rests at a smooth 4.8 inches flaccid and a good 6 inches erect. and whatever he lacks in length—which isn’t much because 6 is perfect for some girlies—he makes up for in girth.

↻ width: i love me some stout men, and when i look at argyle, i just see a man with a fat cock and balls. big fat balls. big nuts. like i want the weight of his dick to be so powerful that it gives me a black eye…but, maybe that’s just me.

↻ color: he has such a pretty complexion, so i just know that it flows from a nice tanned color, into a pretty brown or mauve-y color at the tip.

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↻ groomed: no, he doesn’t have time for that. he only has enough time in the world to roll his blunts and get high. everything else be damned. the male-bush agenda is going strong and we can’t stop now!

↻ curved: to the left, and he really knows how to use it. i know i said before that he didn’t have much time for anything other than rolling blunts, but i lied. he’s definitely got the time to learn how to make a woman cum.

↻ veins: just one that stretches from the side of his cock to the underside of his shaft…

↻ how he uses it: oh, god. i just know he likes a good ol’ mating press. he likes squishing you down into the bed, or the back of his van and getting all deep in your cunt. he says it’s because he’s ‘so high’ and that ‘he’s tired’ every time he flops down on your like that, but you know it’s because he loves seeing you folded like a pretzel beneath him. nothing beats the expression you wear when he hits that spot you like. the one that gets your toes curling, and your legs shaking, and leaves your head all dizzy. he could fuck you like that forever and it still would always feel like the first time.

jonathan “i have a degree in stalking” byers

↻ length: i don’t care for jonathan but i feel like he’s got something a little lethal down there…like not crazy big but he’s definitely working with something, so maybe that’s why nance ignored all the stalking. what if…what if i said he’s got like something close to a 7 incher? like 6.5-6.7? i don’t know… i don’t know but them creepy guys be having good dick. exhibit a: joe goldberg. it must be some sort of requirement…

↻ width: hmm, he leans more on the skinnier side so i don’t think he’d be thick.

↻ color: scarily pink, like raw meat but progressively reddens when aroused.

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↻ groomed: jonathan doesn’t take that much pride in his appearance, and until nance, he probably didn’t do too much grooming. but now he keeps it fairly shaved down.

↻ curved: almost as straight as will, but in other words, yes. it’s got some curve too it but not enough to be a part of the captain hook committee, unfortunately.

↻ veins: two prominent ones that form a ‘y’ shape down his shaft

↻ how he uses it: the real question is how long can he use it? because i don’t think that boy’s got any self restraint. he probably finishes really quickly, but i kinda see him having a lot of stamina—but not in the way you think. i feel like he’d prefer having you ride him, because in this position, he gets to play with your tits and admire your body like the pathetic man he is, but as soon as he cums, his dick is ready to go again before he is. it’s just him lying there, totally overstimulated, and you riding him, milking him for all he’s worth. so, yeah, i’d say he’s not so much as using his own dick, but you using him.

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