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sentientgolfball · 8 months

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can u pls do ummmm um dew/reader/rain :3 mayb a little jealousy smth smth ....... and like ummmm mayb things get a little wild or smth like idk ! hope this helps thank u champion <3

Next time you want me to write smut ask me out loud instead of sauntering into my ask box as an anon (jk ily but if you don't give me more substance next time i'll beat u <3)

Anyways possessive Rain is the best and you cannot boo me cause I'm right

MDNI 18+ my requests are open !

“And what’s this lovely Sibling doing all alone?”

“Working, Dew. Ever heard of it?”

You grabbed another crate of books and moved between the rows of shelves hoping to put some distance between you and the fire ghoul. You pushed the row on the shelf in front of you to make room for the newest editions and sighed when you were met with Dew’s smug little face peeking back at you.

“What a shame. I was looking for someone to play with and all that came to mind was you.”

“How romantic.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved the stack in your hand into place obscuring his face. You felt a small smile creep onto your face hearing the softest little whine from him, but it quickly fell when he rounded the corner. You crossed your arms as he closed the distance between you two. He was so close you could feel the heat that seemed to always be rolling off of him.

“Come on, all work and no play makes you a bad Sibling.” He trails a claw up your forearm. You have to fight the shudder you can feel pricking just under your skin. You’d be damned if you gave him the reaction he wanted.

You look at him with your best bored expression “If you want to fuck someone so bad I’m sure Phantom would be delighted to have you.”

You watched his eyes start to glow with the mention of the quintessence ghoul’s name. You felt a little proud of yourself for knowing just how to get under Dew’s skin. He stepped back from you with a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back.

“You really are no fun. Explains why Rainy took such a liking to you.”

That little fucker.

You don’t get the chance to reply before he walks past you towards the main doors of the library. You tense feeling the spade of his tail brush the side of your thigh. You swear you hear a snicker before you’re completely alone again. You groan and lean against the shelf you were working on when you hear the heavy doors open and then close. For the past few weeks, you have been having encounter after encounter with Dew that pretty much follows the exact same formula. He annoys you, asks you to fuck, and then leaves when you say no, but not before he gets some type of reaction out of you. It’s a game to him and despite constantly turning him down you couldn’t help but feel like you were the one losing. You had no idea what you did to gain the little fire ghoul’s attention, but you did know he was starting to draw you in. You hated yourself for even thinking that, but there was no denying it.

Actually, scratch that.

You knew exactly what you did to get his attention. It’s because you had gotten Rain’s attention. The water ghoul tends to spend a lot of his free time split between the lake and the library. A few months ago he had begun to appear during the shifts you worked. He didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, just sat in his usual spot and flipped through whatever he was currently reading. That didn’t stop you from staring, though. You had always thought he was a sight to behold, the way his blue-grey skin rippled like a pool when the sunlight hit him just right or how his fangs would poke out from under his lip when he was wholly absorbed in his story. You were enamored by him. All your feelings came to a head one day when he caught you throwing glances in his direction. He came over to you and you were sure he was going to call you out or tell you off, but all he did was introduce himself and ask if you wanted to know what he was reading.

From that point on, you and Rain had started to hang around each other more often. At first, it was innocent enough. Simply gushing to each other about the latest books you’ve read or sharing the gossip heard around the Ministry, but then hands started to wander. He’d give these little touches that would make your stomach flip and skin feel electric. He’d say these little things that made you overanalyze every conversation later that night in the shower. You’d squirm and he’d go on like nothing was happening, as if he didn’t know exactly what effect he had on you. It all tipped over the edge one night when he pulled you into an alcove after midnight mass panting about just how badly he needed you. The thought was quickly interrupted by a pair of ember-like eyes burning holes into your soul.

That was about the time Dew started to pop into your life. That was also the last time Rain tried for secrecy. Ever since then, he had been very outward about his affection, about his fondness for you. He even began taking to staying in your room a few nights out of the week. Your life soon became overrun with the near-constant presence of two ghouls. At first, it was almost like a dream come true, but now it was just your personal nightmare. As Rain got more possessive Dew got more insistent. It was getting to be a bit overwhelming if you were being honest.

Maybe I’ll talk to Rain about it…oh fuck Rain!

You checked the time on the grandfather clock that sat near the fireplace in the library and cringed when you heard the bells chime before you even finished reading the face. You were late. It was supposed to be one of your little date nights, something he insisted on doing recently, but you completely missed the meeting time. You hadn’t realized just how long you’ve been unpacking all the new books that were ordered. You groaned and moved the half-empty crate behind the front desk deciding it’ll be easier to just deal with the rest tomorrow. You left the library in a hurry to get back to your room. You’d be quick. You would just change out of your uniform and sprint to the lake no problem at all.

You paused when you were outside of your door. You leaned in closer and furrowed your brow in confusion. Either you were crazy or someone was in your shower. You carefully opened the door and crept in. You immediately sighed in relief when you saw Rain’s clothes draped over the chair at your desk. Of course he wouldn’t go to the lake without you first. You flopped onto the bed after changing out of your habit, idly scrolling your phone waiting for him to finish. You didn’t dare open any of the messages from Dew. The sound of the shower turning off made your head pop up. It wasn’t long before the door opened with a puff of steam and Rain walking out with nothing on but his sweatpants and a towel around his neck. He didn’t look surprised to see you sitting there in the slightest.

“Did you use all the hot water?”

“You could’ve joined me.” He shrugged with a smile before sitting down next to you, pulling you to his side.

“I take it we’re not going to the lake anymore?”

“Nah it’s too cold for that now.”

“I’m sorry I got caught up at work and–”

“Don’t be sorry sweet thing. We still have the rest of the night together.”

“But–”

You were cut off by him leaning down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, planting a light kiss there. You tensed when you felt him pull away and sit up. His expression was unreadable.

“You smell like Dew.”

Here we go.

“Yeah he came to visit me at work…like always.”

“What did he want?”

“Oh, the usual. Asking me to fuck him and then making fun of you.”

He looked at you expecting you to continue. It wasn’t hard to tell you had something else on your mind. You played with his fingers as you spoke the next part.

“Rain what is going on with you two? He hasn’t left me alone since you started spending more time with me.”

Rain rolled his eyes “That’s just how he is. He has to have everything I have. He wants everything I want.”

“So it really is just a game to him?”

“More or less, why do you ask?”

You couldn’t explain it. The quick sinking feeling you got when Rain said this. Of course, you had always had that thought in your mind that Dew was just toying with you, but having it confirmed by the one who knew the fire ghoul better than anyone else made you feel strange. You shook your head trying to shrug it off, but Rain didn’t let it go. He turned fully towards you, putting a hand over yours.

“You wanted it to be more than a game, didn’t you?”

You floundered for a response, not entirely sure how to answer that. He laughed and it sends a shiver down your spine. You meet his gaze and you see something dark, almost predatory there.

“I hate to burst your bubble, but he’s not going anywhere near you” he leaned in close and dragged his fangs over your pulse point “I’ll make sure of that.”

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Everything only got worse from there. Rain now spent all of his free time in the library pretending to read while he watched you work. Any time Dew showed up you could hear the low growl from across the room. This only spurred Dew on. He would talk to you louder than necessary while making eye contact with Rain the entire time. You were mortified the day he commented on the fresh bruises and bite marks that peaked above the collar of your uniform. You were entirely prepared to see Rain attempt to kill him. That day didn’t come for a while, though.

It all happened so quickly. Dew has been uncharacteristically quiet all day. Simply watching you and occasionally actually helping you. Rain had been on the same page for ten minutes. And then it happened. You almost fell carrying the last of the massive crates of books and Dew was right there. He caught you just before you face-planted into the nearest shelf, holding you closer than needed asking if you were alright in a low voice. You didn’t get the chance to answer before you heard a chair scraping against the floor and Dew was yanked off of you. You watched Rain drag Dew out of the library by the back of his neck, tail lashing as he went.

That was the last you saw of both of them for the next 24 hours. The only thing that stopped you from believing Dew was dead at the bottom of the lake was that no new announcement regarding ghoul summonings was made. Your last straw was when you went to the feast hall and the ghoul table was noticeably empty. You decided that you were going to march down to the ghoul den, find Rain and Dew, and demand an explanation. But that was easier said than done.

You found yourself standing outside of the den. You had been standing for about ten minutes now. All your confidence drained the moment you saw the ornate doors with various claw marks on them. You were about ready to say fuck it and turn around when you heard shouting. The voices very clearly belonged to Dew and Rain. Well, you assumed it was Rain because all you could hear was the angry snarls of the fire ghoul. You pressed closer to the door to make out what they were saying.

“I don’t understand why you’re so pissy about this! It’s not like this is the first time we’ve shared a Sibling!”

“Oh please. Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing. Sharing. The great Dewdrop doesn’t share. He takes what he wants without considering for a moment anyone or anything but himself.”

“Aww you think I’m great.”

You jump back when you hear the sound of feet stomping closer to the door.

“Yeah Yeah go run and hide at the bottom of the lake. Maybe I’ll visit your sweet thing while you’re moping.”

The door flies open and you stare dead ahead at Rain’s chest, too scared to meet his gaze. You can feel him staring down at you. Your face flushes when you hear Dew cackle.

“Or maybe they’ll visit me.”

Rain hisses and there’s a moment of silence before his hand brushes your cheek. It trails down under your jaw as he tilts your head up to look at him. You feel your stomach drop to the floor when you’re met with that blank face that’s impossible to read. Just over his shoulder, you can see Dew staring at you with his head slightly tilted and a grin plastered on his face. Rain’s voice pulls your attention back to him.

“What are you doing here?” he says softly, genuinely.

“I…came to find you and Dew. I was worried when you both disappeared after what happened in the library.”

“Aww did you hear that Rainy? They were worried about me.”

Rain’s eyes narrow as he removes his hand from your face and grabs your wrist. He begins to leave the den and you have to dig your heel in to not be dragged along with him. When he feels the resistance he stops to turn and look at you confusion written all over his features.

“No” You’re feeling a lot bolder than you were five minutes ago “No. That’s not all. I have no idea what’s going on between you two but you need to kiss and make up. I’m tired of being dragged into the middle of this.”

“What’s going on is Dew cannot fathom the idea that I have interests that aren’t him.”

“I think what you mean to say is ‘I’m a possessive bitch who can’t stand it when the great Dewdrop looks at anything that’s not me’.”

Dew’s words and the glare from Rain make you have a sudden realization. This was never Dew’s game. It was Rain’s. You think back to all the encounters you had with Rain before the day he pulled you into that alcove and realize Dew had always been there. You now understand why he became a presence in your life after that moment. At this point though, you couldn’t care less about which ghoul wanted who or what. You were tired of their petty little pissing contest.

“Okay,” You rub the bridge of your nose “What’s it going to take to get you two off my ass and to treat each other like friends again?”

“You really don’t have to do anything. It’ll cool over like it always does.”

“Rain I am sick and tired of being in the middle of this.”

“You know, I have an idea. But I don’t think Rainy will be too thrilled about it.”

Rain growls at him and you too have an understanding of what that idea is.

“Lord’s below Rain if all it takes is letting Dew get his dick wet then what's the problem.”

“The problem is he can’t stand when it’s anyone else but him.”

“Can it Dewdrop,” you turn to look at Rain who looks ready to break something but the slight blush on his face betrays his thoughts “Would it help if you were there?”

“Ooo we picked a freaky one! Come on wet boy they’re literally asking for it.”

Rain sighs “You really wanna do this?”

“If it’ll get things back to normal then yes. Very much so.”

You did not realize how fast it would all move when you said those little words. The doors to the ghoul den were slammed shut as Rain stalked close to you with that hunter’s gaze. You were suddenly very aware of how easily it would’ve been for Rain to just get rid of you if he really didn’t want Dew around you. You start to back away from him but you end up bumping into Dew’s chest. You feel his hands wrap around your middle and his breath against your ear.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Rainy’s always liked the chase. Why do you think it took him so long to fuck you? It wasn’t just because of me.”

You yelp feeling yourself be quickly lifted off the ground by the little ghoul. He taunts Rain the whole way to his bedroom. You briefly wonder how many times this exact situation has happened when you see the look on Rain’s face. You don’t have much time to consider it before you’re being thrown rather unceremoniously onto a bed. You barely have enough time to blink before Dew is sitting between your legs.

“Alright dear Sibling, last chance. If you wanna leave just say the words and that’ll be it.”

You feel the mattress dip as Rain sits against the headboard. You look up at Dew and see his burning gaze and you come to find you want this a lot more than you previously thought. You gave Dew the go-ahead and that was all he needed. He practically pounced on you the moment ‘yes’ left your mouth. He kissed you harshly before nipping your bottom lip with his fangs. You gasped and he used this to slip his forked tongue into your mouth. He licked into you feverishly before making an attempt at shoving his tongue down your throat. His mouth never left yours as his hands traveled from your hips to your neck. He flexed his claws against your skin each time you moaned into his mouth.

You reach for him, trying to bring him closer to you, but the moment you do he is ripped from you. You whined in confusion as Rain pulled him off of you and onto him. You watched the way Rain pulled his head back by his hair exposing his neck. He squirmed and gasped as Rain kissed and bit at the scars on his neck. Dew reached a hand out and pushed lightly on Rain causing him to stop and gaze at him.

“Come on Rainy don’t be rude to our guest. I thought you liked your sweet thing?”

You looked away when Rain’s eyes landed on you. He smoothed a hand over your head, letting it continue down your back and under your shirt. You shudder at his cool touch and finally look up at him. He grins when he has your attention before darting forward and biting hard into Dew’s neck. He gasps and ruts ever so slightly onto Rain’s thigh as the water ghoul laps at the wound before any blood can dribble down. He pulls back and hums in satisfaction at the mark.

“Now you can play with him.”

He practically dumps him back on top of you. He doesn’t move from his spot sitting next to you against the headboard as Dew straddles your hips and pulls your shirt off. He latches himself to your neck as he drags the tips of his claws down your body to rest just above your hip bone. You can feel his tail snake into the bottom of your shorts, the tip of the spade creeping closer and closer to your clit. You gasp when it pushes past the fabric of your underwear and slides so slowly through you. He kisses up your neck and jaw as his tail flicks small circles over you.

You squirm as the spade traces gently over your hole before pushing in. Your moan is immediately swallowed by Rain bringing his lips to yours. He reaches over you and cups one of your breasts in his hand, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You try to concentrate on kissing Rain back but all you can focus on is the feeling of Dew’s tail dragging against your walls. Rain gasps and pulls back from you squeezing your chest harshly. You crack open an eye to Dew’s hand shoved down Rain’s sweats jerking him as he fucks you with his tail. You see something dangerous flash across Rain’s face as his eyes flick from you to Dew.

He swats the fire ghoul’s hand away and shoots up, grabbing him by the wrists. You yelp as he’s quickly pulled off of you when Rain flips their positions. He pulls Dew’s ass up by the hips and pulls his pants off him.

“I still think you’re being mean Rainy.” He wiggles his ass back against Rain’s dick. Rain peers over at you before pulling Dew flush against his chest by his hair.

“Get under him.”

You shift around until you’re laying on your stomach looking up at the two ghouls.

“Now suck it.”

You slowly bring your lips to the head of his cock and push the tip into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the slit before taking more of him. Dew’s breathy pants turn into moans as the slick sounds of Rain pushing into Dew fill the room. You had no time to prepare before Rain thrusts brutally into Dew causing him to be pushed to the back of your throat. You gag and the fire ghoul whines as your muscles contract around him. His hand shoots to the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair guiding you up and down his dick.

He barely has to move you as Rain keeps up a devastating pace. Dew’s head is thrown back against Rain’s shoulder with his tongue hanging out of his mouth too blissed out from getting fucked from the back and the front. You have to focus on breathing through your nose as every thrust from Rain pushes Dew to the back of your throat. You work your tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock. It’s all you can do feeling the ache in your jaw and your forearms from holding yourself up.

You hear Rain hiss something in Infernal and it’s the only warning you get before you feel Dew spill hotly down your throat. You fight off a gag at the suddenness of it.

“You better swallow all of it. Don’t waste a drop of him.”

You do just as you're told and pull off of him with an obscene pop unable to hold yourself up anymore. It doesn’t take much longer before the sound of skin slapping against skin stutters and Rain grunts biting into Dew’s neck again as he cums deep inside of him. Dew flops forward next to you when Rain pulls out of him. The water ghoul runs his fingers through his hair and wraps his tail loosely around your wrist. Dew reaches over and squeezes your hand before turning his head to look at you.

Eventually you all roll around until Rain is between both you and Dew, holding you close. You feel yourself drifting off soothed by the sounds of the ghoul’s purrs, that is until you feel Dew squeeze your hand again. You look across to him and get a bad feeling from the glint in his eye. He slowly untangles himself from Rain and crawls over to you. He runs his claws over your thighs.

“Dew…” you warn, glancing up at Rain who appears to be sound asleep.

“Oh don’t worry about sleeping beauty. Just focus on me.”

You slap a hand over your mouth when his hand dips into your shorts. You closed your eyes and send a quick prayer to whoever was listening that Rain wouldn’t wake up to Dew doing his absolute best to pull you closer to your own edge.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #raindrop ghost #rain x dewdrop #rain x reader #dew x reader #i hope you like it anon <3 #golfball writes

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samcarpentersgirlfriend · 7 months

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Hi!!!! could you please do some headcanons on what fake dating mickey altieri would be like?

hi sorry for disappearing for like two months, I got super busy but I’m back!!

MICKEY ALTIERI AS YOUR FAKE BOYFRIEND 𖤐₊˚.

warnings: just swearing i think

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- you’re prepared to give mickey a whole speech about all the reasons he should take this seriously and fake date you, and you’re half expecting him to shut you down in the first thirty seconds

- what you don’t anticipate is him barely letting you finish your question before responding with a simple “sure thing” with absolutely no questions asked before he fully launches back into whatever it was he was saying before

- you ask him about this later one and he eventually says “you asked ‘cause you wanted my help, right? none of my damn business why.”

- none of his friend group even batted an eyelid when you announced you were “dating” - which may or may not have made you question things

- most of them just wondering what took the pair of you so damn long

- mickey’s such a flirt anyway that not much changes between the two of you - apart from more physical touch

- and trust me, there’s a lot of that

- even though mickey’s already someone who’s comfortable with physical contact, it’s like he dials it up to 11: if his arm isn’t constantly fixed to your waist or shoulders, then it’s in your pocket, resting on your back or your thigh, ect.

- speaking of flirting, he’ll tone down the flirting with other people and just crank it up with you instead

- he delivers the worst lines you’ve heard but does it with that boyish grin and all around charm that somehow makes them work in a way they have no right to

- goes absolutely crazy with the pet names, 50% just to be a little shit and be purposely obnoxious, and 50% to see what sticks and what you actually like

- you walk on him watching corny romcom movies in what you assume is preparation and although mickey futilely tries to play it off, you’re not fooled

- eventually you just have to promise to never mention in front of anyone - it would apparently totally destroy his credibility when it comes to “real cinema”

- semi-related, but he’d be the kind for a big “grand” gesture - think showcasing a film all about you to grab people’s attention and really sell everything - its a quintessential college movie trope

- drags you to parties that he wants to go to, and convinces you to dance with him - purely for the sake of realism, of course

- enjoys scaring off other guys that try and hit on you at said parties - he doesn’t even say any anything overtly threatening, he’ll either just make passive aggressive comments or just stare until they get the hint

- you honestly just think he’s having way too much fun with it but you’re willing to let it slide - his intentions are mostly good

- if you go out to an actual bar, mickey absolutely doesn’t let you spend a dime (which you think is strange, since it doesn’t make a difference to your fake relationship. still, you appreciate the gesture).

- a few of your friends think he’s at least a little bit of a dick but he treats you so well that they can’t complain

- which again, mickey loves - he is nothing if not a petty little bitch

- when your hanging out with somebody who genuinely thinks the two of you are dating, mickey will often call you to “check up” on you and make sure you’re okay

- has no problem with saying that he loves you, and makes sure to say it before he says goodbye (but he says it so easily and it sounds so genuine and it makes you wonder…)

- will casually be talking to you in the hallway before class, but when he sees one of your friends coming he’ll slowly and deliberately pull you into a kiss

- you can’t help but be disappointed when he pulls back with a wink and a grin

- brings you lunch after class, which everybody finds sickeningly sweet and makes mickey look like the perfect boyfriend - which is pretty accurate, without, you know, it being a “real” relationship and all

- derek, randy and hallie tease him for how you’ve “softened” him - and if you see swear you see mickey blush, well, that’s either here nor there

#sorry there’s not that many i’ll add more if i think of them #scream x reader #mickey altieri #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri x y/n #mickey altieri x you #scream 2 #scream x you #scream imagine #scream headcanons #ghostface x reader #timothy olyphant x reader #fanfic #scream fanfic

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farfromstrange · 2 years

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Foreigner's God: Chapter 21

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x OFC

Summary: Matt makes true to his promise to ruin her until she can't walk anymore.

Warnings: SMUT, pwp, this is pure filth, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), face-fucking, light bondage and allusions to BDSM, slight mean!dom!Matt, but he cares, fingering, praise kink, degradation, overstimulation, forced orgasm, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, choking, safe word being used, mentions of sub-drop, use of 'sir' and 'daddy', subspace, actual aftercare

Word Count: 8.7k

A/n: Here you go, horny sharks. Have fun!

Read Chapter 21: Green, Green Dress here on AO3!

On their way out, Eliza discarded the keycards in a trash can. They kept their heads down, hoping no one would notice. They didn’t.

Foggy was already parked at the curb. “Get in losers, we’re going shopping!” he yelled out of the window, like a reckless idiot.

“Do not hit me with that Mean Girls reference,” she said.

He didn’t waste time hitting the gas and sped down the street once the pair was safely inside. “It was a bitch to get here,” he told them. “The traffic was insane. At some point, I actually thought the cops would stop me.”

Matt leaned into Eliza. His breath tickled her ear. “I believe there is something you wanted to give me,” he breathed.

She wiggled her hips. Her pathetically wet panties slid down her thighs. She handed them to him as secretly as possible. Spreading her legs teasingly, she knew she was done for, judging by the way he sucked in a sharp breath.

He reached for her thigh, crossing it over the other with a force unmatched by what she had seen him do with her before.

“Keep them together,” he hissed. “Tease me anymore and we’re gonna have a serious problem.”

She swallowed. This was exactly what she wanted after everything that went down. She was slightly drunk, turned on, full of adrenaline, and kind of excited and proud of herself. The anxiety stayed hidden. It would bite her in the ass later, but for now, she wanted to let Matt have his way with her. She wanted him to split her apart and fuck her until she couldn’t see straight anymore.

“Hey, how did it go?” Foggy asked.

“Right.” She cleared her throat, “We found a blueprint. I figured out that it’s the White Room. Hydra built it up again. It’s where I was made into who I am now. They modified my powers there. Children died. I was the only one who survived. You know the story. Wasn’t fun. There is more to it though. I have an infinity stone inside of me. Surprise!”

“What?!” Foggy pushed his foot down on the brakes. The sudden stop made them fall forward. “You found what? You have what inside of you? What is happening? What did I miss?”

“A lot, nothing we should discuss while driving because you need to concentrate and you can’t do that when you’re driving. And I need to be sober for this, which I definitely am not.”

“Oh, my God. So this actually worked? You did it?”

“It worked, yes, but you’re standing on the freeway right now without driving, so you might want to push the gas before we end up in an accident and all die. Either that or we switch and I’ll drive.”

Matt leaned forward. “Do not let her drive,” he said. “The last time she did, I almost died.”

“That’s because you were stabbed!”

“And you almost crashed the car.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

“How would you know? You were bleeding out on the passenger seat.”

“Yeah, it was that terrible.”

“I can’t believe you would insult me like that.”

“Insult you? You’re the one constantly teasing me.”

“You know, if you have a problem with how I handle things, you could have just told me.”

“I’m telling you all the time. I mean, you always bring knives or- or guns everywhere we go, even when we don’t need them.”

“When have we ever not needed them?”

“You have powers that can cause more damage than a knife. Use them.”

“That doesn’t make me indestructible, Matthew.”

“At this point, I’m pretty sure you’re immortal, Eliza. Besides, weapons don’t make you indestructible either.”

“Yeah, but they protect me. And you. As far as I can recall. So, with my powers and a knife, I can do so much more damage. Like, a lot.”

“That is exactly my point! You don’t need to cause panic and destruction every time we go out.”

“Now, hold up! That’s not what I do.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“You beat them up!”

“Still better than leaving them to bleed out with a stab wound to the throat. I know they don’t die because you won’t let that happen, but what if someone does?”

“What if someone you hit gets a brain bleed?”

“That’s not fair.”

“Oh, but blaming me is fair? Always blame the mutant. Of course.”

While they were bickering, Foggy let go of the breaks and started driving. Though they didn’t realize until after he pulled into Matt’s street. He lifted his finger, but they weren’t paying attention.

“You know how many times you almost died in the past couple of days?” Matt asked.

“I don’t exactly keep count of that,” she said.

“You know, maybe you should. There are a lot of people who hate you.”

“What do you want me to do, kill them so they won’t kill me?”

“If we killed everyone who hates you, it wouldn’t be murder, it would be a fucking apocalypse!”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is…” he pouted. “Okay, I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

“Oh, my God.”

“GUYS!” Foggy chose to raise his voice.

Their heads shot towards him. “What?” both of them said at the same time. It was weird.

“We’re here,” he said.

“Oh.” The outside of the apartment complex was right outside Matt’s side of the car.

He opened his door, not even waiting for her to help him. She threw her hands up and groaned, “Don’t run away from me, Matt.”

“Guess we’ll talk tomorrow then,” Foggy was shut down with the sound of the door falling shut, heels disappearing into the distance. “Thank you, Foggy. You’re welcome, guys. I’m glad you’re not dead. Get home safe. Oh, thanks, guys. Appreciate it. See you later.”

Matt unlocked the door. “Look, all I’m saying is, most problems can be resolved without restoring to sharp objects that might kill someone,” he said.

“I can’t believe we’re fighting about this right now,” said Eliza.

“Maybe we should.”

“Knives are helpful.”

“You don’t need them!”

“Are you sure? You never know when you have to… cut some cheese… that has been offered to you by a… homeless man.”

He frowned. “What?”

“Or you know, stab someone because they keep trying to kill you and you want to defend yourself. That’s pretty important, too, you know.”

“You’re annoying,” he said. “And you are so difficult. God, it makes me want to- to strangle you.”

“Oh, my… you know what, I’m not doing this with you. I’m not fighting with you about something so stupid when we both know what this is about.”

“And what is this about?”

“I…” she was at a loss for words.

“You didn’t think before you said that, did you?”

“No, but I am thinking about it right now. I will find a reason.”

“Oh, for God’s sake. Let’s just do this.” Finally, he smashed his lips against her, walking with her in his arms until she hit the wall.

He flipped her around, chest pressed to the wall while he traced her shoulder with his tongue. He kissed her neck, wandering hands touching her all over. He removed his jacket from her shoulders, tossed their masks into a random corner, and finally - God, finally, she thought - shoved his middle finger into her tight cunt.

“You want another one?” he asked.

She wriggled back against him. “Yes.”

“What’s that?”

“Yes, please.”

“Not what I want to hear. C’mon, I know you want to say it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He smirked, adding his ring finger into the mix. She was so wet around his digits. The arousal filled the room with her sweet scent and the sound of him thrusting in and out of her, massaging her walls expertly. “I’m in control now,” he growled into her ear. “I will do whatever I want however I want with you and you’re gonna take it like the greedy little slut you are. I have a promise to keep.”

“God, Matt.”

“That’s either Matthew or sir to you, and don’t you dare use the lord’s name in vain. I’m already pissed, you don’t want to push me.”

“Fuck!” she moaned. Her spit coated the wall, tears staining her cheeks, causing the mascara to run from her eyes. Her lipstick was smudged. She felt his fingers everywhere, deep inside of her, on her clit, on her breast, everywhere at once. “Matthew, please.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

“I… I just want you. Just you, please.”

“You’ve got me.”

“Don’t you want me, too?”

“I want a lot of things. Right now, I want you to cum.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She came with the softest cry of his name. His fingers kept thrusting in and out of her until it got too much. He ran a hand over her back, waiting for her breathing to slow down.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Fine,” she breathed.

“Turn around then.” She did as she was told only to be met with his plump lips. He kissed her once, a fast one, then shoved the fingers that had been inside of her into her mouth. She sucked on them. Her eyes rolled back.

She kissed his hand, over his bruised knuckles, his palm, and he took it upon himself to cradle her head in his hand. He had planned to be dominant, but it was hard to stay that way with her craving his touch so much.

“Bedroom?” she suggested.

He nodded. “Bedroom.”

She kicked her heels off and removed the flash drive hairclip from her hair. She let herself go. She allowed him to guide her into his bedroom, surrendering control completely. He laid her down on the bed, feeling the silk of her dress, caressing her thighs. She sighed.

“I want to taste you. I need to. What I got in that supply closet was just the appetizer; now I’m ready for the whole goddamn meal.”

She spread her legs eagerly. “Do what you want with me, Matthew.”

“Oh, I will. And if I want to suffocate between your thighs, I will do that too because you are mine.”

He kissed agonizingly slowly up her inner thigh. She was so beautiful and he wanted to savor the moment. He was on his knees again then.

“Oh,” she moaned contently. “You look so pretty on your knees, Matthew.”

He gasped against her thigh. “Don’t think this puts you in control.”

“I know, just wanted to let you know.”

“That’s cute, but what I’m about to do to you has nothing to do with cute or pretty, sweetheart. It’s much, much worse.”

Matt licked a long, hot stripe along her slit, twisting his tongue between her puffy folds. He did the same as he had done the previous time. Though he took his time, varying between licking and sucking and thrusting his tongue inside of her. She had her head thrown back, clutching the silk sheets above her head. Her back arched. It felt more intense like that, the slow and steady pace, the attention to detail.

The orgasm built up slowly. It started in her lower stomach, reaching deep into her core, pulling all the strings it possibly could.

“Fuck!”

She could have sworn she must have passed out. What started as a slow oncoming wave crashed into her fast and hard, she didn’t have time to comprehend what was even happening. Her legs shook when he finally set them down, slowing down his pace even more. The shaking subsided into twitches of overstimulation, only then did he stop.

“That’s it,” he soothed her, “Good girl.”

Air filled her lungs again. “Oh, fuck!” she breathed out.

“I want you to give me another one.”

“Fuck, Matt. No. I can’t take it.”

“Just one more,” he kissed her inner thigh, “I promise.”

“Nhh- shit!”

His lips found her clit again. She jolted away at the overstimulation. His vice grip on her hips was the only thing keeping her from flying off the bed. Her back arched off the bed, legs tightening around his head, though this time he kept her legs spread and pinned down. She couldn’t escape. The sheets and pillows suffered as she searched for something to hold onto. She was falling and falling and falling, and there seemed to be no floor to land on.

If this was her punishment, she would gladly misbehave again.

She cried out, pulling at his unruly hair. The pace he kept was brutal. Every time she stood at the edge, he pulled away. He licked over her entrance, moving far away from her clit.

“Hands to yourself,” he said against her cunt.

She raised her arms above her head, pulling at the sheets instead. It was not enough. Reaching back for his hair, she moaned.

“I said,” he stopped suddenly, “Hands to yourself.”

“But-“

“You know what?” Matt tore at his bow tie. The fabric was shorter, but it could still wrap around her wrists. “Hands. C’mon.”

She hesitantly put her wrists together in front of her. He tied the black restraints around her, not too tight but enough to keep her hands together.

“Now put them above your head and don’t you dare reach down,” he said. His voice bordered on a growl. “I’m gonna make you cum again on my terms. You got that?”

Eliza tried to clench her thighs together, but he kept them flat on the mattress. She needed friction. She needed his tongue or his fingers, anything to make the ache go away.

“I got it,” she breathed.

He pressed a soft kiss to her belly button before diving back down.

She strained against the tie. She could have easily broken free, her wrists were already hurting, but it was so good. She wanted more.

Her body wasn’t prepared for the orgasm that washed over her. The wave crashed in, her body started convulsing. She was shaking, crying, choked up, and unable to breathe. Her pulse was beating out of her veins. She clenched around thin air, her pussy wetter than it had been before.

Matt kept slowly kissing her sensitive clit. Her cry of pain made him pull away, finally. The muscles in her arms started cramping from the position and the tension she put on them. She wasn’t fond of being restrained, but this was nice for a change.

He climbed over her body, loosening the tie around her wrists. Instantly, he started rubbing soothing circles over the reddened skin. The tears dried on her cheeks. She had her eyes closed, but she was awake, she hadn’t passed out. Her body was simply in a state of shock and bliss, she found herself in a distant universe.

“Shh,” he gently stroked her hair as she whimpered, “You’re okay. I’m right here. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

She breathed deeply. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. Her mind was reduced to mush and ashes.

“You good there?”

“Have I been punished enough, sir?” she asked. Her voice cracked, higher than it had ever been.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Matt clicked his tongue, “I have barely started.”

“Wha- no.” She whimpered at his attempt to slip his hands between her legs. “You promised.”

“Your tears only make this much more entertaining for me. But just to check in, what’s your color?”

“Green,” she answered in a heartbeat.

“Eager, are we?” She nodded. “Only good girls get to be eager.” Eliza yelped when he rubbed a finger over her clit. “You haven’t been a good girl, have you?”

“No,” she whined.

“What does that make you?” Matt asked.

“A bad girl.”

“And?”

“A- a whore.”

“That’s right.” His fingers sped up. She tried to shut her legs, but he forced them open with the other hand. “Don’t close your legs, not now. Keep them open. There you go.”

“‘S too much.”

He rubbed even faster. Her face contorted. She let out a wanton moan, one she wasn’t proud of.

“Let me hear you,” he cooed. “You can be louder than that.”

“I can-nhhh, fuck!” she cried out. He pinched her clit between his fingers. The pain went straight to the coil tightening in her lower stomach, setting her on fire.

“That wasn’t a question, sweetheart.”

She desperately scratched at his forearm, but he only slipped one of his thighs over hers, the head of his cock rubbing against her thigh, making him grunt. Tears trickled down her skin and onto his chest. The speed was torturous. One finger applied hard pressure to her clit, the other gliding through her folds. He continued rubbing and rubbing and rubbing and she was so close, she was going to cum any second now. His lips on her nipple sent her over the edge. She screamed and it was so embarrassing but so good.

Something warm coated her stomach. She was so hazy, she didn’t realize it at first. Matt’s silent grunts against her tit woke her up enough to look down. He had opened his belt and pulled himself out of the confines of the tux.

“Oh, fuck!” The sight of his cum on her stomach made her walls clench around nothing, his fingers still rubbing small circles over her clit, helping her come down from her high. She reached for his desperately grinding cock, though moved behind his back instead and pulled him flush against her by clawing at his ass. He rode out his orgasm against her thigh.

He whimpered, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I… fuck!”

“I didn’t mean to cum yet.” His guilty tone turned into a small chuckle. “Here,” he said, tracing a finger through his release, and offered it to her. “Take it like a good girl. Taste me.” She opened her mouth, taking his finger eagerly. “Then again, I deserve this. ‘Cause who’s been a bad girl?”

“Me,” she whispered.

“That’s right.”

“This is my punishment, not yours.”

He kissed her. “You’re so perfect, you know that?”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, “I know. But I think that was enough for me today. You punished me, I learned my lesson.”

Matt cocked his eyebrows. “Oh? Did you think I was done?”

“What? Matt, no.”

He scooted to the edge of the bed, forcing her to follow with a strong tuck on her thighs. He threw her over his lap.

“You’ve been annoying me the whole day in so many different ways, you deserve to suffer. I will give you four strikes, one for every time you pushed me. You think you can take that much?”

“Four what?”

“I told you I’d take you over my knee when we’re done.” He massaged her cheeks with gentle hands, revealing the soft skin underneath the dress. “Let’s get this off first,” he murmured, sliding the zipper down. He traced his fingers over her shoulder blades, removing the silk - though hesitantly - from her body. It dropped to the floor.

She gasped, realizing how naked she was all of a sudden while Matt was fully dressed. His cock poked her stomach, still covered in half of his cum, but that was it. Everything else about him was perfectly covered.

“Matthew, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Punishing you for being a bad girl.” Only his fingertips brushed her ass. “Are you okay with that?” he asked. “Are you okay with me spanking you, sweetheart?”

Her experience with being hit from behind wasn’t exactly great.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Remember, you can always tell me to stop.”

“I don’t want you to-”

“No, I mean, if it gets too much, you can always say your safeword. I’m not doing anything without your consent.”

“Okay,” she said softly. Even now he didn’t want to hurt her, not really. He wanted pain and pleasure to blur, not push her further than she was willing to go. This whole world was new to her and she enjoyed it, the things he had tried with her, but there was a lot she hadn’t yet experienced or even seen.

Matt knew that he wanted to be the person to teach her. There wasn’t much time left for them. He wanted to use what little they had to do the most of it.

“Are you okay if I touch your back or do you want me to stay away from it?”

“No, I’m okay. I promise.” He could hear the smile in her voice. “You can touch wherever you want.”

“Okay.” Matt soothed his fingers over her back. He felt the scars, the ragged edges, and he suddenly felt sad. He was overcome by a wave of sadness, knowing what happened to put them there. He didn’t want to think about it, not now, not when she was so eager to be touched.

He shook off the guilty thoughts. “Now,” he said, lowering his voice and head to breathe into her ear, “You’re gonna count with me. Every time you stutter, I will add another one. If you lose count, I will add another one. Mouth off on me-”

“You will add another one,” she cut in.

He chuckled. “That’s one.”

“What? No! Matthew, please. I didn’t-”

“You mouthed off on me.”

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m sure you are, but that’s not gonna buy you anything tonight.”

He dragged a slow, teasing finger through her folds. She was so wet, it slipped right in.

“Oh, sweetie,” he cooed, “you’re dripping. Does the thought of me slapping your ass turn you on?”

Eliza exhaled. “Yes.” A silent admission.

“That is so pathetic.”

“Matthew!” A quiet sob wracked her body. “I’m not pathetic.”

“Yes, you are.“

“I’m sorry!”

“Let’s do something about it then. Count for me.” He brought his hand up, she felt the cold air on her ass, and without further hesitation, he smacked her. She jolted forward. The pain of his hand colliding with her skin was hot, it hurt, it stung, and it caused the wetness to trickle down her thigh. At least it felt that way.

She cried out, “One.”

“Color?” he asked.

Her chest fumbled with a deep breath. “Green.”

“Mh-hm. Good.”

Smack.

“Two,” she counted.

Smack.

“Thr-” he shoved two fingers inside of her with the hand that wasn’t busy assaulting her ass, “Oh fuck!”

Matt squeezed her reddened cheek. “That’s another one. Start from the beginning.”

She cursed when he added a bit more force to his spanking. “One.”

His fingers curled. It was her reward. Suddenly, she was more than eager to give him what he wanted. She would get what she wanted in return. It was the only thing that drove her.

“Two,” she said upon the next smack.

Smack.

“Three.”

He curled his fingers again, hitting her only half as hard on the other cheek to equal out the redness and tenderness that would follow.

“Four.” Her nails dug into the silk sheets. “I can’t…” his fingers curled just right, brushing over that spot that made her go crazy.

“Just one more,” he said.

“You said that before, you liar.”

Smack.

“What was that?”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re just gonna get another one for that.”

Smack. “Count,” he ordered.

“Five,” she barely managed to grunt through gritted teeth before she collapsed in his arms with the sweet pain spreading through her lower half.

“Math isn’t your strong suit, is it?”

“What?”

“You skipped one. Again.”

“Matt, no,” she sobbed. “I’ll be good, I promise! I’m sorry I miscounted, I just…”

“You were too turned on to focus, is that it?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“Too bad.” He brought his hand back down on her ass. “Count.”

She pulled herself together. “One,” she said weakly.

Smack.

“T-two.”

He let that stutter slide.

Smack.

“Three,” she cried out. The next one hurt like a bitch.

He smacked her again, the red spots feeling like fire underneath his fingers. “Come on, you can do it,” he said.

“Fuck- four.”

Smack.

“Five!”

He sighed proudly. “Good girl.”

He massaged the beaten skin. She felt his lips kiss her cheeks, one at a time. Thank God for the coldness of his hands. Though there was something else that seemed to burn more. He didn’t stop the movements of his fingers. Together with his gentle touch and her already oversensitive nerves, she found herself on the same edge in minutes.

Eliza bit down on the silk sheets. “No,” she whimpered. “Not again.”

“Yes, again.” He smirked.

“Oh, fuck me!”

“That’s what I’m doing. You gonna cum?”

“Yes!”

“Do it then.”

Her fist moved from the sheet to his shirt, clawing at it until she could feel part of the fabric slowly give in. Her thighs clamped shut around his hand. She cried into the sheets, more than glad at that moment that he couldn’t see her miserable face.

Matt didn’t falter. “I think you can do better than that. That was a weak one.”

“No. It’s too much.” She needed a second to breathe, a second he didn’t seem to have. He hadn’t stopped since he started pulling orgasm after orgasm out of her, and she needed a break, but she also needed more. It was all a confusing blur.

He said just one more several orgasms ago. Her body was in charge, no longer her mind, and her body wanted him. His fingers continued their brutal pace, thumb coming forward to rub against her clit. He was only two digits in, growing confident. “Think you can take another one?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Is that a no? You don’t want another finger? ‘Cause if you want me to stop, you know what to say.”

Her moan gave her away.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” The third finger slipped right in, although he struggled with restraint when she whined, and the sound wasn’t one of pleasure. She hissed in pain. He almost stopped, almost. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Eager to please, hm? So you take it and you make sure you cum as hard as you can for me, even if it breaks my fucking hand.”

She pushed her ass back into his touch, bucking her hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers. The pain quickly subsided. She was stuffed to the brim and it felt too good to stop.

“Matthew, I… fuck! I’m…” she ground her teeth. “I’m gonna…”

“I know,” he said softly.

“I can’t-“

“Shh, yes you can. When I say cum, you cum, and don’t you dare hold back. I want to feel everything.” He pumped once, twice, then gave her the permission she craved, “Cum for me.”

She deserved that one. Her toes curled and she came hot all over his fingers. It didn’t stop. The orgasm went on and on and on, the sounds she was making didn’t even make sense, she could barely hear them. Her ears were pulsating with blood. She couldn’t hear anything but her breathing. The pain tore her apart.

Matt moaned at the scent lingering in the air, tasting her on the tip of his tongue. He kept coaxing her through the orgasm, pulling out only when she was begging for him to stop, “Yellow,” she breathed. “Too much. Way too much, fuck.”

He stopped instantly. “Okay, pause. I’m so sorry.”

Her muscles slacked with exhaustion. He made sure not to hurt her when he helped her sit up on her knees. She almost fell off the bed.

“You okay?” he asked.

Slowly, she nodded. “I think so, yeah.”

“We can stop this right now if you want.”

“I didn’t say red. I don’t… I just need to…” She needed something else, something to do other than come for him over and over again. “I need a- a break. That’s what I need.”

“Of course.”

Eliza regained her lung functions after some time of just kissing his neck lazily. To his surprise, she forced him onto his back. “Scene change,” she said. “That’s what yellow means, right?”

His lips were her last meal. She tore his shirt open, sending the buttons flying everywhere. His pants were next, his shoes and everything else that was covering him until he was completely naked underneath her.

“That was expensive,” he cursed.

“Respectfully, shut up, sir.”

She kissed down his chest. He moaned in the back of his throat when he finally felt her mouth on his cock. She started with small licks to the head, dragging her tongue through the slit. Spitting in her hand, she pumped him a few times to get him fully hard. The wetness made it easier to give him what he needed. She licked a long stripe along his shaft, tracing the veins. He moaned.

“You don’t get to tease me,” he said. “You’re not in charge- oh, shit!”

That mouth of hers was going to be the death of him. She took him as far as she could, hands playing with his balls. He was already so sensitive from the first orgasm, it didn’t need much to turn him into a writhing mess underneath her skilled fingers.

“Fucking hell! You’re doing so well. Take my cock. Fuck! Your mouth is so good, sweetheart. Feels so good.” He wasn’t sure if he even made sense as he panted and moaned. It was his turn to claw at the sheets.

Her nails scratched his abs, squeezing his spread thighs and moving up to toy with his erect nipples. She gave them a quick tuck and he hissed. He wanted to put his hands in her hair, but he stopped himself from forcing her down on him. She seemed to sense his need so she took his hand, untangled them from the sheets and his hair, and placed them on the back of her head.

Eliza pulled off only momentarily, a string of spit and pre cum connecting her to his cock. Tears stained her cheeks. He could only imagine how beautiful she looked.

“Use me,” she said. “Do what you want with me. Please, you promised.”

She wanted him to use her the way he saw fit, and she didn’t have to ask him twice.

“Oh, you want me to use you? You want me to fuck your mouth, is that it? Are you that greedy.”

She nodded.

“Take it in your mouth. C’mon.”

Matt guided her mouth up and down his cock at the pace he needed. What she couldn’t take, she used her hands for. His hips thrust up in time with the swirl of her tongue. She tasted his tip, spit running down his shaft. He didn’t think when he pushed her head completely down. She gagged at the sudden intrusion.

“Shit!” he let out a string of other curses, but that was the most coherent. “Sorry.”

She tried to shake her head as if to tell him that it was okay. And perhaps do it again, so he did and she moaned around him.

“Do that again,” she said. “Do it.”

He kept hitting her throat repeatedly. She breathed through her nose, although she was getting lightheaded already from the lack of oxygen.

“I’m gonna…” He threw his head back. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum.”

She hollowed her mouth and swallowed the second he let go and came hard into her mouth. The familiar taste spread all over her tongue, hypnotizing her senses. She sucked him dry, milking him for all he was worth and more.

He hissed, overstimulated and softening in her mouth. He pulled her off. She whined.

“Oh, look at you,” he breathed. Spit and cum smeared all over her lips. “You’re so cockdrunk right now, aren’t you? C’mere.”

He tasted himself on her. She tasted of him and her and some champagne from before. She wasn’t the only one drunk, it seemed. He could taste her over and over again, he would never get tired of it.

“I want to do this differently this time.” Matt rolled them over, still tangled, still kissing. He ground against her just enough to get himself hard again. It didn’t take much, not with her all over him. “Get on your hands and knees,” he told her.

Eliza barely had the strength, but she pulled herself together. She turned, leveling her weight on her knees, face pressed into the mattress. He forced her hips up, sliding a pillow underneath her pelvis.

“I told you I’d fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk. I intend to keep that promise.”

“Please, Matthew,” she was crying into the sheets by then, knuckles turned white from gripping the soft silk as if her life depended on it. “I need you, please.”

“What do you need?”

He coated his cock in her wetness, slapping it against her clit.

“Fuck! I need you, just you. Please, fuck me.”

“Good girl, asking for what you want. You know what happens to good girls?”

“I don’t...”

“They get rewarded, sweetheart. And you’ve been so good.”

“Daddy, please.”

“Hm,” he smirked, “That wasn’t on my list for today, but I’ll take it.” With that, he thrust his hips forward, cock stretching her walls. She moaned at the feeling of him filling her up in every way possible. Her back arched, he was slightly worried about her spine. The position made it possible for him to thrust as deep as his cock would allow. The angle was perfect.

He stilled once he managed to bottom out. She clenched around him, engulfing him like she was molded just for him and only him. Her eyes narrowed at the sudden burning sensation.

“Shhh, angel, relax.”

The nickname was new.

“Take a deep breath and relax your muscles.”

“I am.”

“Do you need me to switch positions?”

She reached back to grab his hip, digging her nails into his ass. “Don’t,” she said. “I can take it. I want to take it. All of it, all of you.”

“You sure you can take it?”

��Yes. Fuck, yes!”

“Okay then.” Matt rocked his hips slowly, moving enough to stretch her out but not pressuring her too much. It got easier after the first few thrusts. She cried out when he hit her sweet spot, moaning his name in between strangled breaths. He could feel her muscles loosen and contract around him again. She calmed down.

“Good girl. That’s a fucking good girl.” He emphasized every single one of his words with a hard thrust.

“Matthew.”

“Yeah?”

“Faster,” she said. “And for the love of fuck! Go harder.”

He chuckled. “Greedy.” He yanked her back by the hair, pressing her against his chest. His hand found its way around her throat, holding her against him. She reached for his head, running her hands through and chasing his lips. He kissed her almost lovingly. The other hand cupped her tit, sliding down her body until he reached her clit.

“I’m not gonna last long. You’re so fucking tight,” he panted into her ear, “I need you to cum for me now.”

She whined.

“C’mon. You can do it. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

Her pussy clamped him so impossibly tight. She came hard, her whole body shaking, vision white from the applied pressure on her neck and the fingers rubbing circles around her clit. Her knees gave out. She toppled over. He couldn’t hold her up anymore. His thrusts faltered. He fucked her through her orgasm, chasing his own, which sent her into another one, too sensitive and too spent to fight it. The pain was sweet.

“Oh no. Fuck! Matt, I’m gonna… again. Fuck! Right there.”

“God,” he groaned. “Keep clenching like that. Feels so- Fuck! - good! Come on, give it to me. I know you want to. I can feel it.”

“I-“ her fists clenched around the sheets, knuckles turning white.

“You need help?” He reached around her, catching her clit between his fingers. “I told you, I’m not gonna last. And I’m not finishing before you do. Cum, right now.”

She bit down on the next best thing she could find, which just happened to be his arm, but his teeth had sunken into her shoulder, so he owed her one in return. His flesh muffled her scream. She trembled underneath him, legs clamped shut, walls so tight around him, he cried out.

Matt rested his entire weight on her, coming long and hard inside of her, filling her up and making sure it stayed that way. It didn’t seem to stop. His body shook, the orgasm so strong and painful, he lost complete control over himself. He wasn’t even paying attention to his weight, only the feeling of her pussy milking him.

“God-fucking-damnit!”

“Shit!” she took a breath so deep, it sounded as if she’d just woken up from a lifelong coma. “Matt, you’re squishing me. My nipples…” They burned against the sheets. “Please, get off.”

He buried his head in her shoulder blades. “Sorry.” Still inside of her, he rolled off, pulling her with him into a spooning position. His lips touched every inch of skin he could find.

“You okay?” he asked. The only sign she was still alive was the sound of her heartbeat and her breathing, everything else went quiet.

She whined softly when he pulled out, turning her on her back. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. She felt like a vegetable. A wet vegetable.

“Hey,” he turned her face towards him, peppering her cheeks with kisses, “There you are. What do you need?”

“Just,” she swallowed. Her voice didn’t sound right. She smacked her lips. Her throat was dry from all the sounds she made.

Matt reached over to the bedside table. He always kept a bottle of water in the drawer and a hair tie, for whatever reason.

“Okay, here you go.” He pulled her hair back, tying it up into a messy bun, brushing the remaining sweat off her forehead. “Can you drink something?” he said. He opened the cap of the bottle. “Have some water, sweetheart. You’re dehydrated.” He propped her up against his chest, guiding the bottle to her lips. She had never been this helpless before, unable to properly move her limbs. He resumed stroking her cheek and the sore spots around her throat.

“Drink the whole bottle,” he said.

She greedily gulped down the whole water bottle. Once empty, he took the plastic and tossed it into a random corner, accompanying some of his buttons.

“I’m gonna get up now and grab something to clean you up.”

Her voice had completely disappeared. The bed moved as he got up, grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, and soaked it in some warm water. She was covered in his and her cum and the remains dripping out of her left a wet trail down her leg. On his way back, he shimmied into a fresh pair of underwear, found a shirt for her, and returned to the bed.

She hissed. The washcloth caused her senses to go haywire. He apologized when the cotton brushed her sensitive folds. She shoved his hand away.

“I’m sorry. I’m almost done.” He stroked her arms. Her breathing returned to normal, the fear in her body subsiding. “Can I?” he asked. She nodded weakly. “Okay, I’ll be careful.”

Matt once again wiped over her inner thighs, moving on to the cum on her stomach. She didn’t flinch this time.

“Good girl. I’m gonna take your makeup off next, okay? It’s all over the place.” He chuckled, stroking her cheek.

Eliza breathed deeply. The world slowly started to come back to her. She became painfully aware of the fire spreading over her ass, the soreness between her legs, and the feeling of his release still inside of her. She felt squishy, floating on water.

“Thank you,” she managed to say.

“Shh, don’t talk. Relax.”

He used the makeup wipes he had found in her bag when he was searching for her concealer to gently clean her eyes and her lips. Her nose scrunched and she scratched it, hand shaking slightly at the tension leaving her muscles.

“There, all done. Your face is clean. I hope.”

“Matty,” she whispered. She stretched her hands out to grab him; he pushed them back down.

“There is just one more thing I have to do, then I’ll cuddle you. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Alright, turn around.” He gently nudged at her hip, flipping her on her stomach. She made a sound of disapproval, grunting at the friction against her nipples. “Wait,” he said. He slid a pillow under her chest. “Is that better?”

She nodded.

“Good.”

Gentle hands stroked over her ass cheeks. He massaged them, squirting some of the aloe gel on his fingers, and he tried to be as gentle as possible when he rubbed it into her reddened skin. The coldness surprised her. It eased the burning she felt, leaving behind a welcomed soreness that reminded her of what he did to her.

His fingers found the back of her neck, massaging around her spine. She sighed. His nails scratched her scalp next, doing everything to slow down her heart rate.

“Does your back hurt?” he questioned.

“Lower back,” she told him.

“Here?” He pushed down on a particularly tense spot. She groaned. He was right. The arching had done a number on her.

He took his time to massage all the sore spots on her back. She relaxed into his touch slowly.

“I take it your shoulders too?” She nodded. “Alright, let me take care of that.” He squeezed her shoulders between his fingers. “You’re doing so well. I’m almost done.”

“My neck,” she said. “Sore, in the front.” The choking made her throat so incredibly sore, she needed more water.

“I’ll get to that in a minute. The gel needs to set in first or it’s not gonna help. Can I put some on your wrists?” They were still red from the restraints. She hummed. He wet his fingers with some more aloe and smoothed it over her wrists.

Her eyes fluttered shut. The world was quiet, exhaustion seeping into her bones.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he pressed kisses to her back, “I know you need to go to the bathroom first. UTI prevention and all that. You remember?”

“Oh,” she said.

“Yeah, so let me take care of you. This is called aftercare and it’s important. I’m not gonna risk you going into sub-drop because I didn’t take enough care of you.”

Once the aloe had set in, he turned her back around. Propped up on more pillows, he handed her a fresh bottle of water.

“Let me feel your throat,” he said. She lifted her chin. He traced his fingers over the spots where his fingers had squeezed her into a breathless orgasm only ten minutes earlier. He could feel how sore she was. The cold gel eased the bruising. “Is that better?”

“Yeah, better.”

“Anything else?”

She pointed to her sore nipples. “You bit down pretty hard on ‘em.”

“I’m sorry. Let me.” He added some more gel to the erogenous zone. “How about your lips, hm? You need me to get you some chapstick?”

“No, ‘s okay.”

He gave her a gentle kiss, licking over her bottom lips. It was swollen beyond compare. She whimpered. He was burning her senses to the ground.

“I’m sorry, I know you’re sensitive.”

He moved his hands down her body, squeezing the muscles in her thighs repeatedly. It was a gentle massage, yet firm enough to loosen her muscles.

Matt helped her into his black shirt. She curled into his side right after, snuggling against him. He gently stroked her back. The heat mixed with the cold gel brought her back down from whatever space she had disappeared to.

She wasn’t sure how long they lay there. “Matt?” she eventually broke the comfortable silence.

“Hm?”

“Can I…get a kiss?”

He chuckled. “You don’t have to ask, sweetheart.”

“I just don’t think I can move.”

“C’mere.” He tilted her head to the side, far enough to press his lips to hers. “Better now?”

“Thank you.”

“Mh-hm. Of course. Any other wishes?”

“No, I’m good. Just… hold me, please.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

In return, she scratched his stubble, running lazy fingers over his sweat-soaked chest.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever met,” Matt whispered.

“And you’re a good man,” she said.

I love you. “I love that I can be myself around you. The things I told you in the past week, the things we’ve been through, what we did… I’ve never been able to be this free with anyone else. Not with Foggy, not with- with any of the girlfriends I had before. There was one I shared most of my life story with and I mean, she was the only serious relationship I ever had-“

“What’s her name?”

He hesitantly told her, “Electra.”

“Why’d you break up?”

“It’s a long story, something I shouldn’t tell you when you’re not quite present.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

“With you… it doesn’t feel like I’m being manipulated. You let me be myself, consequences be damned, but you also control me. You give hope. You give me hope that I can be better, that I’m good, that I’m not the failure everyone else in my life has told me I was.” I love you. “You’re special, Eliza. In every way. I see you and I’m instantly filled with a mixture of happiness and sadness, and the latter only exists because I care so much about you, it hurts. Scares the crap out of me.” He chuckled.

Her hand moved to his face, feeling the way his eyes closed almost in pain. She brushed his tears away.

“I feel alive,” he said. “I feel so alive with you, there is nothing I’d rather do than live with you. Live for you. I don’t want to die, not when I see a future where you could be in it with me.”

“What’re you saying?” she asked.

“Nothing specific. I just… I wanted to say thank you. For everything. This is… this means a lot to me. You being here, with me, in this bed, by my side. Thank you for not leaving me.”

She pinched her nose before she could cry.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so emotional.” He rubbed at his red eyes. “I’m just feeling a lot right now, some of it I can’t even name.”

“Hey, no.” Eliza turned around. The sight broke her eyes. She held his head in her hands, blowing gentle kisses to his forehead. “Don’t ever apologize for feeling.”

“It’s you I should be taking care of.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. This is a two-way street.”

“No, you’ve got enough on your plate already.”

“I’m fine,” she said.

He sighed, leaning into her touch. “You want something to eat?”

“Yeah. Eating sounds good. I need to go to the bathroom first though. You were right. I don’t want a UTI.”

“I know I’m right.”

She attempted to sit up, managing to move to the edge of the bed.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s gonna work,” he said.

She frowned. As soon as she rose to her feet, her knees buckled and she fell back. The exhaustion mixed with the pain was cruel.

Matt smirked at her. “I told you.”

“Wow. That’s… you are… Wow.”

“I’m what?”

“Too good at this.”

“I know.”

“You know what, maybe I should just stay here and,” she snuggled back into the pillows, muscles relaxing, “Yeah, like that.”

“C’mon.” He patted the edge of the bed. “I’ll carry you.”

“No, I just need a minute.”

“C’mere, please.”

“Okay, fine! Just don’t drop me.”

“Why would I ever?”

Eliza climbed into his lap, wrapping her legs around him, and he got up with her tightly wrapped in his arms.

Matt set her down once they entered the bathroom. “There you go. You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she answered. “You can go now.”

“You can’t even walk straight.”

“I want to pee in peace.”

“I’m just gonna jump in the shower. Join me when you’re finished.”

“But-“

“We’ve had sex in very compromising positions. I don’t care if you pee in front of me. Go, I’ll wait for you.”

She sighed. He wasn’t going to be swayed. So she went to the toilet, making sure she didn’t wake up with a stupid UTI and stepped into the shower after him. He smiled when he felt her wrap her arms around his middle. Her cheeks pressed against his shoulder blades.

“You want me to wash your hair?” he asked.

“Please,” she said.

He got his shampoo and got to work. He paid close attention to her scalp, moving her hands carefully over every inch of her body. She relaxed completely under his touch.

Eliza leaned back against him. She was too tired to stand. He stabilized her, realizing he had to finish fast before she blacked out in his arms and he had to carry her back.

He reached for the towel. “Gonna wrap you up now,” he said. “Sit down on the washing machine, I’ll be right there. Don’t fall asleep.”

“Why not?” she pouted.

“Because if you fall over, you’re gonna get another concussion.”

“I don’t think I have a brain anymore.” Her speech was slurred. “You fucked that out of me.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. He gave her a sweet kiss on the tip of her nose. “Sit down and wait for me, angel.”

“‘Kay.” She had never felt so drained before in her life, and she had trained for hours in the gym with her supernatural friends. Not even that could match up to the fatigue that filled her after that orgasm marathon.

He washed his hair first, moving on to his body. Her heartbeat started to slow. Of course, his warning wouldn’t work.

“You still awake?” he checked.

She gasped. “Yup!”

“You fell asleep, didn’t you?”

“I just rested my eyes for a second.”

“Right. I’m almost done. How about you brush your teeth, hm?”

“Can’t,” she yawned, “My arms are too tired.”

“Really? Why’s that?”

“Did you hear the part where I said my brain wasn’t working?”

“I did.”

“Can’t think right now. Wanna go to bed.”

He opened the shower curtain, stepping out with a towel around his waist. Wet Matt Murdock was even better than just him shirtless. She sighed. “If I weren’t so sore right now, I would devour you.”

“You’re cute when your brain is mushy,” he said, kissing her. “But we should really get you to bed now. Put your shirt on, c’mon.”

He helped her aching bones into the cozy fabric. She complied when he attempted to brush her teeth. He made it quick, not at all the recommended time, but she kept falling asleep on his shoulder. He had to nudge her awake every time her eyes fell shut.

“I’m almost done. You need some moisturizer on your face or your acne will get worse.” How he knew that she didn’t question. He put the salicylic serum on her skin, rubbing it all over her cheeks. The cold contrast woke her up a little. Next, he added moisturizer. He was way too good at it to be doing it the first time.

She sighed. “You have a skincare routine?”

“Sometimes.”

“Nice.”

He finished with a kiss on her forehead. She leaned in. “You want to put on underwear or are you too sore?” he asked.

“Can I have one of your boxers? More space.”

“Sure, yeah. Come on.”

Matt picked her up bridal style, carrying her back to the bedroom. He handed her one of his checkered boxers. She sighed happily as she fell into the sheets, pulling the blankets with her.

“Matt,” she called his name softly again, “Can you cuddle me?”

He got into bed next to her. “That was my intention, yes.”

She was lying in his arms, back pressed to his chest, his sightless eyes pointed at the ceiling - the feel of her skin and the pulse thudding underneath it grounded him. He played with her fingers as his arm hung around her shoulder. Her other hand stroked his abdomen absentmindedly, still hazy from all of the orgasms, but she felt content. She felt at peace. There was not a single thought in her mind, nothing that could have ruined the moment.

“Bug, you still awake?” he asked.

“Mh-hm.” Barely, but she was.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” she breathed.

“Don’t die on me?”

“I won’t.”

This time though, she believed it.

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ransomdemands · 3 years

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Thinking about being on display for a soft dom.

Naked, save for a soft heavy blindfold over my eyes and lounging at the edge of their bed. The blankets are soft under my hands and I can hear them walking around the room. I feel so safe and comfortable, and I can feel the beginnings of wetness gathering between my thighs.

The slap across my face comes as a surprise.

I gasp, but before I can even reach up to touch my cheek, there are soft lips pressing against it. They are kissing me, gently, tenderly. Kissing away the sting and leaving behind just the warmth and tingling pleasure.

Did you like that? I need to know baby, I know you like the pain but I want to make sure you like everything I do for you.

Their fingertips are dragging up and down my bare sides gently and I shudder out a quiet moan.

I need you to say it. Tell me if it felt good. Actually I want you to say it every time tonight. Every time I hurt you, you need to tell me if it felt good.

I shiver, but whisper out a quiet That felt good. I can feel the telltale warmth of a blush blooming across my face and chest, there is something so exquisitely embarrassing about having to admit that. Admit that the pain feels good, that I like when they hurt me.

I feel them chuckle lightly before they kiss me deeply, pressing their tongue into my mouth and leaving me panting. They position me face down, with my hips raised in the air and I know that I’m in for a spanking. I shiver as they rub their warm palm across my ass gently. I try to hold back a moan in anticipation, but when their hand finally comes down hard on my ass I can’t help the sound that escapes me.

Th-that felt good I whimper out moaning as they sooth away the sting of the hit gently.

Good. Comes the velvety purr of their voice.

It continues like this for a while. They hit me, I moan and I quietly tell them it felt good. Rinse. Repeat. It’s all so overwhelming. The pain is so arousing, the embarrassment equally so. I’m shivering near constantly and i can tell from the warmth that my ass is a pretty cherry red. Every so often they rake their nails down my back or sides, hard. Making me shiver and moan even more. The little trails of pain they leave all go straight to my cock, and my pussy is dripping wet by the time they flip me back over and spread me open.

They slide into me in one smooth deep motion and I can’t help but moan loudly. I’m so wet that they fill me easily, the stretch of them adding to the amalgamation of sensation currently towing me under. They start thrusting in a smooth constant rhythm and I am blushing furiously at the slutty desperate sounds that I can’t stop from pouring out of my mouth.

On top of it all, they are still dressed. I can feel their shirt rubbing against my bare nipples, and the buckle of their belt is pressed against my thigh. God what a picture i must make, naked and flushed red, blindfolded beneath them. As they fuck me with deep powerful strokes. They keep scratching me every so often and between the fucking I’m getting snd the tingles of pleasure pain they are leaving all over my body I am so close to the edge.

I whine needily when they cum first, finishing inside me and pulling out without ceremony. But they aren’t done with me because they push my knees back towards my chest spreading me open for them.

This time I know what’s coming even though I can’t see it. The first slap to my pussy has me on the edge of orgasm, as I moan out the required that felt good they asked of me. I cum after three more. The pain and pleasure blending into a heady combination which sends me over the edge, bucking slightly and clenching around nothing.

The orgasm is so powerful I fall limp at the end of it. Completely unable to move as I feel their hot tongue drag up my slit and over the sensitive head of my cock. I groan slightly, knowing that once they start, they aren’t likely to finish any time soon, and by the end I’ll be a fucked out overstimulated mess for them.

#trans nsft #trans nsft text #nsft text #soft dom hours #gentle pain play #ransom is needy hours #ransomwrites

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subwaysurf45 · 3 years

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Love You to the Moon and Back

summary: Bucky notices you’re feeling down after a bad injury, he does his best to help.

words: 3817

warning: depressive episode, doctors, mainly fluff!

pairing: Bucky x Reader

Masterlist!

Bucky could tell you were getting bad again.

And it hurt him to see you like this but it always happened after a big mission, your job was traumatizing and it took a toll on all of you. Bucky knew he had his days but he also knew when you finally let yourself slip it was really bad.

You were a very headstrong person, you didn’t like letting people see your weaknesses or just you being hurt in general. So it sucked when you had broken your shin and witnessed a school of kids get blown up by a bomb, maybe sucked is an understatement but it was what you always said.

You had pretended to be a teacher because there was supposed to be a hit on most teachers at a private school, so when the school blew up before everyone was out of the building- including you -it left the memories very crystal clear. There was no way of saving everyone so you saved yourself, and the feeling of selfishness had never been more apparent than right now. You were lying in bed with a cast on your left leg, your left leg was on top of the duvet while the other leg was under.

A tank top and shorts was all you wore even though you were cold. A pillow was placed between your legs down by your shins to keep the injured one elevated, Bucky had stuck it there the last time he came in to check on you.

Speaking of Bucky, he walked into your shared room in the compound.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed as he gently opened and closed the door without making any sound, you had become hyper-aware to sound and light so a loud noise or a flash of a camera could send you into a state of hysterics. Bucky sat himself at the edge of the bed at around your midsection, you were lying in the middle and facing him. You barely said hello, all you could muster was a groan that had the same rhythm as the word hello. “How’s my girl doing?” Bucky rubbed your thigh very carefully.

It was so obviously a rhetorical question, you were absolutely shit and he knew it. You both just stared at each other and Bucky seemed to get the message, he nodded and looked down. The room was so dark from the lights being off and the curtains being pulled you barely registered that Bucky had a plate of cheese, apple slices, and crackers. Bucky saw you turn your nose up and he knew you would, you had been like this for what felt like weeks.

“You have your two appointments today, you wanna use the crutches or the wheelchair?” Bucky asked as he gently caressed your thigh, a little hum came after a few sections to clarify this wasn’t rhetorical.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“Okay…” Bucky held onto the last syllable, he glanced over to the wheelchair and crutches. “How about you have a little snack and then when you got food- and I’ll get water -you can make your choice. You also know you can switch and I’ll be glad to grab it for you, alright?” he did a few quick pats on your thigh before setting the plate down on the bedside table, he grunted as he stood up and stuck his arms slowly beneath you. All Bucky did was sit you upright to eat, you had gotten better at eating and now didn’t need motivation to eat but just a little push at the beginning to keep going after the first bite. Bucky also found if he ate a few pieces from the plate you’d be more inclined to eat the rest.

“Thanks,” your voice was low and barely audible.

“No need, pretty lady,” Bucky got right beside you and grabbed the plate, he placed it between you and let you choose the first piece. “So, you’re at the doctor at two and then Doc at three-ten, do you wanna nap between for a little or for a while after?” he just took a cracker and plopped it into his mouth.

“No, no nap between, I wanna sit outside Doc’s office like before to make sure I’m not late.” You mumbled and stacked a piece of cheese on an apple slice. Doc was your therapist that was assigned to you a little while before your injury, Bucky wasn’t the only one who got nightmares and manic episodes; you probably got them more. Bucky knew he couldn’t go into your therapy meeting, he could physically go in but it went against his morals, this was your time to be alone and completely vulnerable to a human that you only see one or twice a week, he didn’t want you to sugar coat anything just because he wa sitting there.

Bucky nodded and hummed before pulling the notebook out of the bedside table’s drawer, your combat backpack which you used for everything between missions and a picnic in the park was curled over itself in the corner of your room. Bucky picked it up and headed back to bed to let it rest there as he packed. He did this when you weren’t injured, Bucky had sadly realized your memory was a little shot from the amount of bootleg brainwashing and head injuries. You’d constantly forget about appointments or missions, or even the date.

“Baby, I told you, your birthday is today, that’s why I got flowers.” Bucky said and pointed to the counter with the bright flowers on it.

“No…” you rubbed the front of your head. “My birthday isn’t today, I forget the day- but it’s not today, I swear.”

He slid in your journal that you used to write down lists and memories, you had used a guitar pick as your bookmark even though you can’t play anymore. Sometimes when you’d show up to a therapy session you’d forget what you wanted to say, it hurt him when he’d walk you there and you’d be saying the list of things under your breath with your eyes closed. Nightmare, mom, picking my nails, ankle, nightmare, sand, flowers.

“We gotta go soon, anyways, wanna get ready for the day?” Bucky softly asked, there was no nice way of telling your loved one they needed to shower.

“Sure,” you looked down at the plate and grabbed the last of it before getting up, the apple and cheese was just curled in the palm of your hand, as you walked over you shoved it all into your mouth because you knew you had to shower and you didn’t like soggy cheese.

“I’ll keep packing your bag, and I’ll fill a water bottle for you.” Bucky had been your human crutch as you walked to the bathroom, you had an itch down in your cast that was bugging you.

Tony had wanted to add tech to the shower to help you stand because putting pressure on your left leg hurt after three minutes and seven seconds- not that you were timing to see how long you could go without collapsing. You had said no to tech and just asked for a bar, Bucky even thought it would be cool but it was all up to you.

Bucky helped you slip out of your clothes before leaving you be, he knew he would have to check on you periodically because you were too stubborn to ask for help if you had fallen or couldn’t get in the shower. You gripped onto the metal bar and helped yourself slip in, you turned the water on right away.

You liked warm, long showers. You just let the water hit your skin as you stood in front of the shower head, the water pressure was high so you let the bullets hit your face when your eyes were closed. Your hair got wet as you stood there, you reached for the bottle of shampoo and expected it to be where it always was. The was getting into your eyes and when you squinted to see where the bottle was everything was double, as you reached for the bottle you had actually reached for the fake double and knocked the bottle off the ledge. A loud thump rang through the bathroom and it sounded like a bomb.

There was one second of silence before you heard scrambling from outside the bathroom door, all at once you could see the door swing open by its shadow through the curtain. The curtain was pulled back so hard a couple of ringlets holding it up were ripped off.

“Baby?” Bucky yelled before he registered you were standing upright. “What?” he breathed heavily, he was completely expecting you to be passed out on the floor with a cracked skull.

“Shampoo bottle,” you said meekly.

“Oh, thank god…” Bucky sighed to himself as he reached down to pick it up. “Are you hurt at all, did you fall?” He placed the bottle back on the ledge which made him reach across your naked body, on his way back his hand touched your shoulder then went to cup your cheek and move your head to look at him.

“I’m all good, babe.” You smiled, an exhausting smile.

“Alright, back-is-packed, finish up and I'll help you over to physio, alright?” Bucky closed the curtain to give privacy but waited for a verbal answer.

“Perfect, thank you.” You grabbed the bottle again, your heart ached for him to be in the shower with you, it was something you did all the time before you were injured.

“Don’t thank me, pretty lady.” Bucky reached for the door and opened it, before he could walk out, your voice quietly called his name, he could barely hear it over the water in the shower. “Yes?” he replied with the same softness.

“Stay here with me, please.” the ‘please’ came after a beat, and extra plea.

“Always,” Bucky sat on the toilet seat and gave the company you needed as you tried to stick your finger down your cast to itch that one spot on your leg.

*****

Soon enough you were sat in the physio room, Bucky was off to the side with paper work in his lap and a binder in your backpack he packed for you. You liked the moral support when you were here because you never really had the best experience with doctors, Bucky would act like he wasn’t even there. That was a good thing, he did need to be the hovering boyfriend all the time because that can get tiring for both parties. He’d look up and listen to the doctor near the end, Bucky would write down the exercises and when to do them so he could gently remind you later.

“Alright, you’re gonna get a new cast next week,” the doctor smiled at you, when you didn’t pick up on the excitement the doctor’s smile faded. “That means three quarters done!” Bucky had looked up and smiled, even clapped a couple times.

“Then I have to learn how to walk again,” that was an exaggeration but it didn’t feel like one.

The doctor gave a knowing look, “why do I feel like you’re already walking without the crutches?” You didn’t say anything because it was true.

Your leg was examined and x-rayed, Bucky held onto your necklace as you went in. Your mind faded in and out as the doctor spewed ‘doctor stuff’ at you, you just didn’t have the care to listen; but Bucky did. He’s the type of guy to take notes and research later.

Bucky would look over and see you looking at the floor, not even paying attention. He knew he couldn't get mad at you, you both dealt with injury very similarly. But something about seeing you shut down entirely made his heart ache, he wanted to reach out and lift the corners of your lips up into a smile because they seemed like they were being weighed down, he couldn’t remember the last time you smiled and real smile. He hadn’t been going on mission to keep you company, but now he knew his most important mission.

He walked you over to your therapy session that was still in the building, your Doc would come to the Avenger tower. He’d walk you right to the door of some random debrief room and kiss you goodbye. Bucky would hold your shoulders and gently rub your arms to hype you up before going in, he gave his little speech and said the same thing after.

“You know I love you, and I know it’s hard.” he’d then kiss your cheeks and forehead. “I’ll be right here when you’re done, don’t even sweat it, pretty lady.” He then wouldn’t leave until the door closed and he heard muffled voices.

The tower was right in the heart of the city, everything he needed was right there and a walking distance away. He slipped on a long sleeve and his gloves, he knew you took the backpack but you also had reusable bags, he took a few and headed out into the summer heat, it wasn’t humid today which was great but it wasn’t cold either. The tote bag was slung over his shoulder, all that was in it right now as a list.

flowers

chocolate

card

stuffed animal

To call Bucky a romantic would seem weird to someone who only knew of him from the news or a museum, you knew him as a total hopeless romantic. Even in the 40’s, Bucky was the type of person to keep their walls up until he really got to know and trust you. It would normally be one little thing that would allow him to truly be himself around someone, he let his guard down that day you were walking to the restaurant he made a reservation at, Bucky placed himself so that arm or hand you’d hold would be his right but when you caught on you walk around him and looped both arms around his left, metal arm. After that, he was goner.

He’d leave little sticky notes everywhere, a blue square paper in the coffee mug that read: ‘make sure you only drink one cup!’ or another on your shampoo bottle: ‘you look great naked ;)’. Bucky knew the little things mattered to you and vice versa, he knew that grand gestures didn’t mean anything without a little kiss that came before.

The flower shop smelt great, Bucky didn’t know much about plants but he knew which ones you’d like. He was thinking of putting one on each bedside so whenever you’re lying in bed- which was a lot -you could look at some pretty flowers. They were a nice shade of purple and the stems were not too long, Bucky bought them and put them gently in his tote bag before heading over two stores to the grocery store you always shop at.

He was envyus of your clean eating, you’d eat what you want but you’d shop at fermer’s markets and organic stores. Bucky didn’t know it made a difference. He went to the frozen section and found chocolate covered strawberries. Bucky picked up a little pack of eight and headed to the front. There were also flowers there but they didn’t look nearly as nice. All he wanted was a very simple cute card with a blank inside, they were easy to find. It was cream coloured with a little sketch of a fuzzy, brown teddy bear holding a yellow balloon. All it said in dainty cursive at the top was: “look at you go!” Bucky knew this was perfect. Near the cards were little toys and stuffed animals. He found a bear that looked eerily similar to the one on the card but without the balloon.

As he walked into the Avenger’s tower the bag was full and he had enough time to spare to set things up. Bucky headed to the rooms and made the bed, he changed the sheets as well because he knew you liked them when they were crisp. The teddy sat right in the middle with the card next to it. Bucky had written a little note that covered the entire right side of the card. He got a bowl from the kitchen and filled it with ice, he also found that white wine you liked and stuck it on there with the strawberries just to keep them cool but not melted.

Bucky glanced at his watch and felt almost giddy as he realized it was time to head over to the conference room, he had to work on not giving it away when he’d first see you with his wide smile. The walk to the room was quick because of how fast Bucky was walking, he turned the corners sharp and almost jogged down the hall down the meeting rooms. He only stood there for about three seconds before the door slowly opened, Doc had opened the door and helped you out. Bucky’s smile turned into complete worry when you walked out holding a tissue to your nose, your eyes were red and puffy. Bucky also noticed that your fingernails were red and bleeding, that was one habit you were currently trying to break.

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked in quiet disbelief, his eyebrows almost touching.

Doc gave a curt nod, “we talked about a lot of things,” her answers were always so vague.

You sniffled and waited for Doc to leave down the hall, Bucky was still looking at you. His hands held your shoulders and gently massaged the answer out of you.

“It was a good cry, I needed that.” you sighed from exhaustion.

A little piece of Bucky’s heart broke, if you needed to have a good cry then you could have told him, he would’ve listened. Bucky started to go back and see where it went wrong, if he was too overbearing and if this whole afternoon he had planned was created at a very wrong time. He wanted to ask what he did wrong but what came out was different. “Well that’s good to hear, I know Doc is good at that- helping you out.” His words were true but something about the delivery made it seem uneasy.

“I just-” you looked to the ceiling and hoped to find the words you needed written there. “I like flushing it all out to her because I won’t see her for a week and I don’t need to keep up with what I’m feeling. I always cry to you but Doc is just really good at explaining how I feel, you’re there to validate it and make me feel soothed.” You held his left hand as you both walked down the hallway. “I feel lighter, like, I feel better.”

“That’s always good, sweetheart,” Bucky made sure you were putting weight on him because you didn’t bring your crutches but you really should have. “I have a little treat for you,” He turned to face you when you both stood at his door, Bucky kept his hand on the door handle. “I know it’s been a rough few weeks but I hope you know I love you all the same, and all I see is my strong, beautiful girlfriend.” Bucky saw your confused face, as he opened the door to reveal a dim lit room with flowers, wine and a teddy your eye welled up with tears again.

You gasped and put your hands on your chest, “for me?” your voice shook as you walked in, you peered into the ice bucket to see your favourite wine and some food as well as a card beside the ice bucket, under the teddy. Tears flowed down your face as the feeling of being overwhelmed washed over you, you could barely string a sentence together. A hand waved the gifts all away, “too much,” was all you could muster.

“No, baby,” Bucky smiled, he walked over and pulled you into a hug. “Nothing will ever be too much for you.”

He let you cry in his chest for a very long time, you both ended up sitting on the edge of the bed as he stroked all the way up your back. His hand would bunch up your hair as he went up to your neck. His lips were right at your ear, all he whispered were sweet nothings and a calming ‘shh’ once and a while. When you had a little composure Bucky reached for the card, as you read it your lips trembled even more. A hand stayed glued to your heart as your body warmed at loving words, you could barely read it with blurry vision from the tears but it still seemed crystal clear. Your finger traced over the signature: ‘love you to the moon and back, Bucky’. And you crumbled again, your forehead hit his chest as you cried away all the pent up emotion you thought you flushed out at your therapy session.

With all the crying you were so tired, Bucky had thrown on a movie you two could watch while enjoying your strawberries and wine. You only had two and half a cup before you were snoring on Bucky’s shoulder, he tried to nudge you a couple times but nothing worked at all. He watched the movie on his own and saved the last two strawberries for you in the morning. You didn’t even wake up at him getting up and leaving the room. When he came back he got you out of your day clothes and into something comfy.

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You woke up to the sun hitting your back, when your eyes opened they focused on the flowers and a smile graced your face. It was the first time in a long time since you smiled with your eyes, a little giggle even slipped out.

At that sound Bucky walked out of the bathroom, “well there she is,” he smiled wide.

“What does that mean?” you wiped the drool from the side of your mouth, “I had a nap, a really good one, too.” You seemed to be bragging.

“A nap? Baby, it’s eight.” Bucky raised his eyebrows.

“Ya, I fell asleep at about five so I had a three hour nap, no biggie.” You rolled on your back and stretched out, your gaze moved back to Bucky when you heard a giggle, “what?” you laughed back.

“Eight in the morning, the next day. Your three hour nap was actually a well deserved fifteen hour hibernation.” Bucky joined you on the bed.

“That’s why I feel so good,” you sighed, you looked over to Bucky and swatted his chest at his little smirk. “Don’t think like that.”

“I bet I can make you feel just as good-”

You cut him off with a kiss.

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solemnly-mischievous · 3 years

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HOLY SHIT RIVALRY WAS SOOOO F@&KIMG GOOD OH MY 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I was wondering you would be open to doing a jealous draco smut with breeding kink? Maybe you’re wearing a short sundress that’s riding up and getting looks from the guys and he pulls you aside 🥵

very glad to hear you enjoyed rivalry! read this request and wrote it in like two hours. here you go, anon, hope you like it too ;)

Contains: Breeding kink, jealousy, possessiveness (like... kind of a lot of that), large amounts of dirty talk, themes of exhibitionism (only mentioned)

Word count: 1.6K

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Of course you didn't purposely choose the smallest sundress you owned to wear that day. It was the only sundress you packed to bring to Malfoy Manor for the summer. You'd never intentionally wound up Draco—you aren't a brat or anything... on most days.

But maybe. Just maybe. You enjoyed seeing how his eyes had widened when you'd revealed your outfit. Maybe you liked how his eyes were constantly on you, your exposed skin, the deeper-than-necessary neckline. Your thighs.

And, alright, maybe this sundress was less a dress than a gratuitously long shirt.

But still. You never meant to get him so bothered.

You're also decidedly not complaining.

The day is truly hot and bright in the "backyard" of Malfoy Manor, the sun heating up your skin so much you're coated in a light sheen of sweat, despite your lack of clothing. You, Draco, and a couple other friends are about a three-minute walk away from the Manor, lounging by the beach.

You weren't even aware the Malfoy Manor was near a beach, but the more you know.

The other boys have unbuttoned their shirts in the heat, currently in various stages of modest undress—Blaise Zabini has his shirt fully off, while Theo Nott's is unbuttoned but stayed, reluctantly, on his body. It's soaked, though—you don't count on it staying on for much longer.

Draco, on the other hand, has his shirt fully buttoned, and his black outfit cuts a stark, imposing figure in the bright day. His gaze lingers on you as you stretch in the sun, the sundress riding up with your movements until they barely reach mid-thigh.

He hasn't said much since you emerged from your room in that dress, but he looks as though he's about to say something now.

"Hey!" Theo calls your name and you turn, the Slytherin boy tossing you a chilled glass bottle filled with lemonade. "I brought some along. You look parched."

"I am," you say gratefully, taking the lemonade and uncorking it. It's delightfully cold, and the lemonade tastes heavenly, sweet and sour perfectly balanced. "Bloody hell, Theo, what'd you put in these?"

"It's so bloody good, isn't it," Blaise says, chugging his own bottle before giving a satisfied sigh. "I'm telling you: Drugs."

"A dash of magic," Theo replies to you, grinning. You laugh. Beside you, Draco tenses.

"C'mon, Draco, try some," you urge him, holding the glass bottle out. "It's so good."

"I'm good, thanks," Draco declines, and you shrug.

"More for me, then." You tip the lemonade back, exposing your neck and collarbones as you lift your head, and you finish the whole small bottle in a few large gulps. Your throat bobs as you swallow, and you feel Draco's unrelenting stare on you.

Lowering the empty bottle, you feel a rush of euphoria as the sugar hits your system. Combined with the relief from the pressing heat, you can't help but let out a groan of pleasure.

Draco stiffens next to you, but you only turn to offer Theo a large pleading smile. "Tell me you brought more."

Theo looks like he's been caught in headlights, and takes a moment to unfreeze before he can register the sentence. His gaze trails down your body playfully, lingering at your neckline, how you're breathing harder than usual from drinking. "I might've. What's in it for me, doll?"

"Huh?" You blink in confusion.

"I could be persuaded to give you more," Theo says suggestively, winking, and then Draco is grabbing your arm and Apparating away from the beachside.

"Going to grab sunscreen!" is the only explanation he yells at his friends before the two of you vanish.

The two of you appear in Draco's room, you stumbling with the force of the arrival.

"Draco, what—"

"Don't," he warns, and kisses you without warning. The force of it takes you by surprise, and you fall backwards onto his bed, bringing him with you.

Draco nips at your bottom lip and trails down your neck, biting into the delicate skin there. You yelp, then moan, and your fingers clutch desperately at his shirt.

"Gonna hex him," Draco mutters, before sucking another hickey into the skin around your collarbone. You whimper from the feeling.

"What—what do you mean—Theo?"

"No, bloody Hagrid," he drawls, and pushes you into his mattress. He pins you down, and there's a light in his eyes that's almost—possessive. "Yes, Theo."

"Why?" And then you realize. "Oh—no, Draco, he was just joking."

"I don't bloody care." The blond tugs at your sundress, almost too harshly. "He wanted you. I could tell. Blaise did too. I can't blame them, with you looking like this. Bet they wanted to rip this dress off your pretty body and fuck you in the sand."

"I—"

"I'm still wondering what to do with it," Draco continues, cutting you off. "Should I let you keep it on while I fuck you? So we can get it all dirtied and wrinkled, for when we return to the beach?"

Your face flushes at the idea of Theo and Blaise seeing you in freshly-fucked apparel, dress all uneven and stained with sweat and Merlin knows what else. They'd know—oh, they'd know, alright.

"Or," Draco muses, his voice darkening, "should I tear it off of you? You could wear one of my shirts back. Just the shirt, though."

"Draco," you whine, clamping your thighs together to get some friction. He's talking too much, not touching you enough, and you grind upwards into his leg to try and get his attention.

"Slow down now, or I'll tear this dress off you and not let you dress properly before I Apparate us back," Draco warns, and you still your motions. "There we go. Good girl."

He seems to be impatient as well, though, as he shrugs off his shirt hurriedly and kicks off his trousers. "I think I'll fuck you with the dress on. Let it be a reminder, hm?"

"Yes, please, just—" And then he's pushing your sundress up roughly, exposing much of your abdomen and a sliver of your bra, and tugging your panties to the side roughly. He doesn't even have the patience to take them off.

"Gonna show them you're mine," Draco growls, sinking two fingers in at once deep into your cunt, and you let out a loud, surprised moan. "Good thing no one's home, love. I'm going to make you scream."

He thrusts in and out, fucking you roughly with his fingers, until he's deemed you loose enough to curl his fingers in. They brush against the spot that makes you see stars and you moan his name loudly, the end of the moan tapering off into a desperate whine.

"Draco, fuck, fuck me," you babble, and he seems to agree, kicking his boxers off and giving his cock a few rough tugs with his free hand before drawing out his fingers.

You don't even have time to process the loss before Draco's pressing in, your cunt tight and wet around him. He groans out a stifled curse, bottoming out and bumping against your cervix, and you whimper from the stretch.

"After I'm done with you, love, no one will touch you," he murmurs, and then he starts to move. He fucks into you slowly at first, keeping a steady rhythm, and then he's pounding into you with a vengeance, hitting your sweet spot with every few thrusts. "They'll know you're mine. Mine to love and fuck and keep."

"Yours," you repeat, although he could've said anything in that moment and you would've agreed wholeheartedly.

"I'm gonna fill you up, love," Draco pants, his rhythm unrelenting. He has a hand on your bared abdomen, and he grips you so tight you think you might bruise. "Gonna fill you up with my cum 'till you're dripping, gonna fucking breed you so you'll always be mine—"

You clench involuntarily around him at his words, a fresh wave of arousal making you drip around his cock. "Oh, bloody hell—Draco!"

"Yeah? You like the sound of that?" You can hear the smirk in his voice as he fucks you fast and rough. "Good."

"Please," you whisper, "please, fuck, come in me, fill me up, make me yours—"

"Mine," Draco echoes, and one of his hands reaches to your clit, circling it playfully, flicking it occasionally so you lurch and clench around him in pleasure. "I'll fuck you over and over until we get there, love, don't think I won't—gonna make you carry my heirs, then you'll wholly be mine."

"Fuck, Draco!" you moan as you come, and Draco groans lowly when you clench and tighten around him in your orgasm. "Oh, fuck, yes, please, make me all yours, pump me full and claim me—"

With a strangled moan, Draco comes inside of you, and you feel him filling you up as he'd promised—painting your insides with his release and pulling out after he's emptied himself. He admires his work: You, well-fucked and blissed out, the sundress rumpled and soaked in sweat.

"Good girl," he praises, Summoning a washcloth from his bathroom and pressing the cold, soothing fabric to your face. "You did so good."

"'m yours," you murmur, smiling delightedly at him. "Aren't I?"

"Yes, love." Draco's eyes gleam with a sudden idea, and instead of leaning over to clean your oversensitive, dripping cunt, he tugs your panties back into place. Your brows furrow in confusion.

"So we can make sure you're truly filled up, hm?" He tilts his head, as if to ask if it's alright with you, and you nod, heat pooling in your abdomen at the idea of walking around all day with Draco's release still inside of you, dripping into your panties, maybe even soaking through them.

A thought occurs to you. "But—they might see!"

Draco smirks at you lazily, raising an eyebrow.

"So?"

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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Batsis & Green Lantern, Sittin’ In A Tree. K-I-S-S-I-N–Wait, Is That Our Sister? PT. 2

Kyle Rayner x Batsis One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: NSFW (Slightly), Explicit Language Tags: @starflyer-104

Author's Note: Hi I finished this! Enjoy! -Thorne

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Oddly enough, she didn’t make Kyle do anything other than design the first month he was at Wayne Manor. And she was true to her word. He had an entire room to himself, and the room was as big as his whole apartment, bigger if he was honest; and that wasn’t all—he had every instrument an artist could ever want, even some of the newest drawing tablets and pens that hadn’t even come out yet. Limited edition first pick that only someone like her could get her hands on by merely flashing that pretty smile and her last name of “Wayne”. It was a graphic artists dream come alive, and Kyle was afraid that he was going to wake up from it that he never once tried to pinch himself to see if it was a dream or not.

Surprisingly enough though, (Y/N) was being awfully nice to him too. She’d taken him shopping a bunch of times, a whole new wardrobe and even thrown in a new phone and laptop. Of course, Kyle wasn’t a fool and immediately confronted her about using her purchases to hold it over him. That was the one instance in which she wasn’t awfully nice because she sucker-punched him and told him to never call her a manipulator ever again. That she had never once used a purchase to force someone into something—she was a bitch but she wasn’t that kind of bitch.

He even questioned Jason about it once they got back to the manor and his friend cackled at the nice shiner he’d received. (Y/N) doesn’t buy things for people to make them do what she wants. She buys things for people because that’s how she shows she’s fond of them. Honestly, if she buys you what you want, especially if you ask for it, that’s how you know she thinks you’re a friend of hers. Just let her spoil you for a while, Rayner. You’ll miss it when you have to go back to NYC.

Kyle relented then, instead of fighting her on paying for everything, he watched her. Watched her when he asked for something. Just for a split second she’d get a look of honest surprise in her eyes before that smirk crossed her lips and she’d toss it in the basket before picking up her own needs. He found it almost endearing, the way she acted, like she wasn’t expecting him to ask for anything. And Kyle especially liked that look in her eyes. It made his heart beat a little faster when she gazed at him with those big eyes.

And while he did love that look, it only lasted for one month. Hell had come to the manor, and Kyle was smack in the middle of it.

***

“Good morning family!” she greeted cheerfully, placing her hands on Kyle’s shoulders. She received various replies, some happy, some tired, and Kyle gave his own.

“Morning, (Y/N). You seem happy.” He cut into the buttery waffle and started bringing the fork to his mouth when she grabbed his hand and gently but firmly, took the utensil into her mouth. Kyle couldn’t help but go slack jawed as she chewed and swallowed, offering him a smirk.

“I’m sorry,” she purred. “Did you want that?” His mouth opened and closed, and she pushed the plate forward, replacing it with a tall smoothie shaker that was a bright, sickly green.

“Uh…” he started, looking between the shaker and her. “What’s that?”

(Y/N) nodded at it. “That’s your breakfast for this morning.” She flipped the cap open. “It’s got spinach, kale, bananas, vanilla flavored protein powder, pineapple, mint leaves and spirulina.” She grinned. “It’s got all the protein and greens you need for the start of this wonderful day.”

“I don’t even know what spirulina is.” Kyle remarked.

“Blue-green algae super-food.” (Y/N) nodded at it. “From now on you’re going to drink smoothies every morning and then we’re going to weight train and run every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”

Her family started snickering around the table and Kyle swallowed thickly daring to ask, “And Tuesdays and Thursdays?”

She grinned wickedly at him. “Combat, Rayner.” Handing him the shake, she quipped, “Drink up me hearties.”

“Yo ho.” Kyle whimpered when he sniffed it and gagged.

***

“C’mon weakling,” she nagged. “You’ve barely gotten through the second set. Don’t tell me you’re already tired.”

Kyle groaned as he pushed the weighted bar up, holding it for a second before letting it fall. “I told you I can bench press one-hundred. You put one-twenty on this bar,” he griped through gritted teeth.

(Y/N) smirked. “Feel that pain though? It’s weakness leaving your body.” She grabbed the bar with one hand, pulling it up and onto the hold; she grinned as Kyle panted, chest heaving up and down with every sharp intake of breath.

“I—don’t know—how you do this—everyday.” He gasped and she snorted.

“No pain, no gain, Rayner.” She walked around him, and Kyle was too weak to keep his eyes off her as she did. “Oh, I can’t wait for tomorrow,” she cooed, throwing a leg over his hips, lowering onto his thighs.

Kyle’s throat tightened and he gazed at her as she leaned forward, propping her elbows on his chest, staring into his eyes. “Pretty close there,” he panted and (Y/N) smiled.

“Closer the better in my opinion.” Her eyes narrowed bemusedly. “From here I can get a good view of your form.” She pulled away. “You’re using your lower back to push strength into your arms. This time, use your chest and shoulders. Deep breath when you push up, breathe out when you lower, okay?”

He nodded, grabbing the bar again. “What set now?”

“Three. Five reps.” (Y/N) pressed a hand to his abdomen. “Core muscles tight. Glutes tight. Keep the stability and use your upper body muscles alright?”

“Got it.” He said, pulling the bar off and she felt his pelvis start to push upwards and she splayed her fingers.

“Chest, Kyle. Not your hips.” He grunted, trying harder, and she put all her weight onto his hips, keeping them pressed down to the bench. It showed in his form as he improved almost instantaneously. “Nice job,” she murmured. “Keep going.”

He got to the fifth rep, starting to go up, when she purred, “Your arms are very strong, Kyle. I wonder just how strong.”

Something in her voice made his heart stutter and he forgot momentarily what he was doing. The bar shifted downwards, and he gasped as it came down at him; (Y/N) reached out, quick as lightning and grabbed it with both hands, standing from his legs to put the bar back.

She looked down at him, concern in her eyes. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Sorry…lost my grip.” (Y/N) nodded and shimmied away, holding out a hand to him. “Thanks,” he said, letting her pull him up.

“Take five and go get some water, alright?”

He wanted to shake his head, tell her no, that he could keep going, but he thought against it and started for the water fountain in the corner. As he bent over, he happened to look back at her, seeing her bent over, stretching her legs. Heat pooled low in his gut, and he groaned, turning his eyes away.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed. “Get a grip.”

“Let’s go, Rayner!” she called out behind him. “We’ve got two miles to run!”

Kyle let his head hand and he groaned again.

***

Compared to the day before, getting his ass kicked wasn’t as bad as it had seemed. That being said, (Y/N) wasn’t pulling her punches with him and he hadn’t managed to lay a single hit on her an hour in.

He gasped as she dropped him onto his back and he laid flat, gazing at the ceiling before him; she leaned over him, a cocky smirk on her face. “Need a break?”

“I’m not a novice in hand to hand. I trained with J’onn J’onnz for a while.” He countered with a glare and surprisingly, she nodded, rather impressed.

“I can tell in your form. You counter like he does.” (Y/N) bent down and gently swept away the sweaty hair from his forehead. “You’re learning pretty quick though, if I do say so myself.”

Kyle’s face lit up. “Really? You think—”

“But I can see that it takes you getting your ass handed to you over and over again before the lesson sinks in.”

His face pinched and he griped, “I should’ve seen that coming.”

(Y/N) snorted and patted his head, mocking, “You’re learning.” She smiled. “Now get up. You’ve rested long enough.”

“UGHHH!” he groaned, climbing to his feet.

***

On the third month and final month of the project, Kyle noticed a major improvement in himself. Not only had he lost a few of those extra pounds from snacking, toning all over his body, he’d also managed to expand his stamina a great deal. (Y/N) had congratulated him when he managed to run the various miles without even breaking a sweat.

The designs had come in well too, and Kyle honestly had more money than he knew what to do with. Well, rent and utilities were his most prominent factor, but even then, the money he’d have left over would last him a long time. He almost felt sad when they got to the final week of the project, no longer needing drawings, he was mostly there to make sure the designs were made correctly and with good materials.

(Y/N)’d even given him one of the first sets they produced and even if he was used to seeing his drawings published, it was another thing to see his name on the tag with it. It made him giddy, and he didn’t know how to rope that in with the continued nagging in the back of his brain. That it was all ending in a week. No more breakfast being made, no more laundry done, no more seeing his friends all the time and patrolling with them…and no more (Y/N) constantly.

When he thought about that, Kyle’s chest started to tighten, heart starting to hurt a lot more than he wanted to admit. And he knew why—somewhere along the lines of (Y/N)’s continual ass-kicking and training, he’d fallen in love with her. With her crude attitude and cocky smirks, her proud demeanor and skill, her beauty and the occasional kindness she showed to people, but most importantly, the love she showed for her family.

Most people saw an arrogant bitch who could school people six ways from Sunday both verbally and physically, but what they didn’t see, was the care she paid to those she loved most. To Dick’s anger issues, to Jason’s frequent regrets, to Tim’s consistent depression, to Cassandra’s ever-evolving education, to Damian’s rapid growth, to her father’s hurting soul—she cared so deeply for them, would give anything for them, even her life if it meant. And that made Kyle want to fall at her feet and worship her.

That this beautiful woman who allowed people to talk about her and never cared to correct, was the greatest woman alive, the most loving, the most caring. And she was hard, she was, but her love was tough and those that received it, her siblings and her closest friends, they knew she loved them completely. Kyle knew she cared for him. He only hoped that she wanted more.

***

The production party had been held in France and Kyle had never seen so many elites in one spot that he wasn’t sure how to even drink from his champagne chute correctly. Luckily, (Y/N) had stayed with him all night, tucking herself in his side and covering when he faltered in front of someone who didn’t speak English. And God, there was something very sexy about the way her lips moved when she spoke fluent French.

The party lasted well into the night and by the time they got back to the penthouse, he was dead on his feet. The siblings had dispersed to their rooms and (Y/N) stayed up a bit to speak with Alfred and Bruce over the phone. Kyle lingered around the kitchen with her and when she hung up, she sighed heavily, pulling out the dangling golden earrings and removing the chunky diamond necklace that probably costed more than Kyle did.

Her eyes met his and she smiled tiredly. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“I did,” he said happily. “It was…interesting to see what your life is like.” He chuckled. “Well, your day life that is.”

(Y/N) huffed a laugh and he wandered around the island, daring enough to reach up and grab her shoulders, digging his thumbs into her muscles. She groaned and hung her head a bit.

“Feel good?” he questioned, and she nodded.

“I don’t typically wear heels unless it’s for a party and I remember why.” Sighing, she pulled away from his arms and he just barely managed to keep the sadness from crossing his face as she turned. “What about you? Are you okay?”

Kyle shrugged. “Feel like I could sleep for a few days straight, but isn’t that how we all work?”

(Y/N) snorted, then sighed wistfully. “I almost don’t want this night to end.”

“How come?” he asked, and she met his gaze.

“I like seeing you flounder like a fish in front of socialites.” He rolled his eyes and she laughed, shoving him lightly. “I’m joking.” She rested her hand on his shoulder. “It’s been fun having around the manor. I know Dick and Jason have enjoyed hanging out with you.” She smiled and pulled away. “You should come back around after tomorrow.”

(Y/N) bypassed him and started towards her room when he spun and called her. “(Y/N).” she stopped and looked at him, waiting, expecting, and Kyle decided to lay his cards to her, letting her decide. “Spend the night with me.”

For a moment, she was surprised, honest to God surprised, then she smiled sweetly, something he wasn’t really used to, and she murmured, “Come with me.”

And Kyle barely managed to keep himself from tripping over his own feet as he hurried after her.

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“Shut the door behind you,” she said, and he knew that just from the tone of her voice that she was the one who held the power—not that he cared, all he wanted was her. He felt his heart lurch as the door closed and she motioned him to come behind her. “Mind unzipping me?”

Kyle swallowed thickly as he reached up and grasped the gold zipper, gently tugging it down to where it stopped just above her rear. He also happened to notice that she wasn’t wearing any undergarments and he cursed under his breath. “Fuck, (Y/N).”

She grinned and with one hand undid the buttons behind her neck, then reached back, pulling his hands until his palms were pressed to her bare skin. “Be a dear and slip my dress off for me, hmm?” she leaned back into his hands. “Shouldn’t be too hard now.”

Before Kyle knew what he was doing, his hands were moving underneath the fabric of her dress, around her waist and up her chest, gently grabbing at the flesh of her breasts. (Y/N) gasped, a sound so saccharine in his ears, and leaned her head back on his shoulder.

“Kyle,” she whispered and with his pointer fingers, circled her nipples. Another gasp escaped her as she arched into his touch and she turned her head to the underside of his jaw, sucking the skin at his neck.

“(Y/N),” he groaned, rubbing up against her rear. “Baby...”

She was pushing away from him then, much to his dismay and she spun around, grasping at his suit. “Take your clothes off. All of them. Now.”

All that commanding she was doing was shooting straight to his cock and he obeyed immediately, not even caring about the dress shirt as he ripped it open, the buttons scattering across the carpet. He’d just gotten to his belt when he saw (Y/N) pull down her dress and he almost collapsed on his weak knees when her body came into full view.

For three whole months he’d been slowly driven insane by her tight clothes, guiltily imagining what she looked like underneath during the night, more often than not, relieving the urge.

She smirked and walked up to him, digging her fingers into the top of his pants and turned, pulling him along. They reached the beg and she yanked, sending him backwards onto the bed with a grunt, and then she was climbing atop him.

“I thought you wanted—” he gasped when she grabbed him through his pants. “I thought you wanted me to be naked.”

(Y/N) winked and squeezed him. “I changed my mind.” Leaning close, she let her lips hover above his. “I wanna see how needy I can get you.”

Kyle glared at her and surged forward, sealing her lips in a kiss before he wrapped an arm around her waist, tipping them over. She groaned into their kiss and wrapped her legs around waist. He let his free hand roam her body, caressing her side, squeezing her hip, slipping beneath her leg to grab at the flesh of her thigh. Each grasp, each pinch, each touch had her gasping and Kyle rocked against her, moaning under his breath.

Her fingers busied themselves with his belt and when she got it open, she unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down a bit. Kyle pulled back to help but the second his hands left her body, he knew he made a mistake because she locked her ankles and placed her hands on his shoulders, shoving back. His back hit the bed and she was on top of him again, this time pinning his hands beside his head.

“Bad boy,” she admonished. “You weren’t supposed to move.”

“Sorry,” he retorted, but he wasn’t. Not in the slightest. “Couldn’t help myself.” He accentuated his point with a deep roll of his hips, and she grip briefly weakened as she ground herself down on him.

“You’re going to help yourself.” She warned, eyes devouring him where he lay. “Every movement is fifteen minutes added to how long I’m going to tease you.”

Kyle grinned. “Yes ma’am.”

(Y/N) matched his grin and before he could even see her move, she had a pillow from the top of the bed placed on his chest, long side up, enough to cover her from sight.

“What are you—” The door opened, and he tipped his head back on the mattress, seeing Dick and Jason gaping at them from the doorway.

For a solid moment, they all stared at one another, too shocked to say a word, then Dick and Jason were letting out the girliest screams Kyle had ever heard them make and they slammed the door shut.

(Y/N) sighed heavily and pressed her face into the pillow. “Lovely. Now we’re going to be all over the group chats.”

Kyle blinked, looking up at her. “You think so?”

“I know so.” She looked at him. “I knew I should’ve booked a penthouse across from this one.” (Y/N) started crawling off him when he reached out and grabbed her hips, keeping her in place; she cocked a brow. “Really? Your mood’s not killed?”

A flash of green appeared in her vision, then the door locked, and he smirked at her. “Nothing can kill my mood for you.” He squeezed her tightly. “Is yours?”

“Not in the slightest.” She reached down and traced the smirk on his lips. “Do me a favor though.”

“Anything,” Kyle agreed, and she grinned wickedly.

“Call me ma’am again.”

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dilucslittleangel · 3 years

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♡Tohma S/O Headcanon's♡

Nsfw warning

(pardon the 'keep reading' thing didn't want to work at the NSFW part!)

Probably the biggest dork ever, in a lovely way.

Would be the type of guy who'd say: "This one is for you baby" trying to throw a basketball, fails and the basketball hits your head instead.

Shoulder bumping while walking!

His arm is either constantly around your shoulder or your waist, maybe hips too. That way he can always hold you close.

If you're much smaller than him...he will give non-mean meant insults about your height. Never ever weight insults tho, even if they were meant as a joke. He's fully supportive no matter how your body looks like!

Nicknames: Baby; 'Hase' (German name for bunny); Darling ; 'Liebling. (German name for love or darling).

Even before you two started dating, he already was the protective flirty friend.

Man wife.

Tohma tends to be a bit pouty & needy if you disregard his presence when you two are alone. "ahh.. won't you pay attention to me?" he playtully nibbles your shoulder or kisses on your neck.

Secretly a bit possessive(not in a toxic way)"tell me you're mine," he kisses you tenderly in the night, whispery breaths warm against your skin as he pulls you against him. You bend into his touch as his hand descends your spine. "Baby you know I'm yours..”

Late night talks!! He'd spend hours listening to your voice while the stars beauty the night sky.

Because of his pyro vision, he's really damn warm!! You'll always have a warm body to cuddle with.

B l u s h e s a l o t ¦ heck your smile makes him blush, your touch makes him blush. Everything. You set his heart on fire.

Thinks you’re the cutest being in the world, no matter what you do.

Karaoke nights!! If there would be any karaoke spot, oh can you be sure he'd take you with him all the time. He doesn't care if it gets embarassing, it's just some lovely moments the Two of you spend together.

(for females -> Embarrassed by periods but buys you what you needs, probably asks all about it because he doesn’t get it. He buys you lots of chocolate too!)

He'd let you wear his horns.

Demands you to stay in bed all day when you don't feel well and he'll take care of you all the time. Every second.

Hella respects your boundaries!

He loves chubby bellies or thighs, he thinks those are good pillows.

Tohma always wants to shower together with you, but if you don't want that he'll respect it!

Let's you brush his hair! Even braid it!!

Protects you at any cost, no matter against what, no matter the cost, no matter when. He'll be there.

If you do not feel well mentally, he'll lay anything aside and talk & comfort you. He listens to all your problems, and never shames you for any. Even if he maybe experienced something traumatic that you did, he's still pretty empathic.

N S W F

He's such a little shit, you have no idea.

But first of all, he accepts all that you don't like or that you do like! He will never shame you for not liking things he might like!

His hands roam all over you, especially your ass, he loves to grope it and give booty rubs.

Fucking horny deep inside.

He loves that kind of special underwear

He does like to praise you. He somehow doesn't like to degrade you, so.. Sorry if you're into that.

“I’m so big and yet you’re taking me so well. You’re so good for me baby.. Such a good one, that's what you are..~"

Deep, rough and fast sex, really.

He has a lot of breath too, so he'd go for a couple of few rounds of just sharing beautiful intimate times with you~

Tohma maybe blushes a little when he takes you.

Mirror fucking? 🤔

•Oh and he’ll choke you for sure when he's taking you all so harshly so you look him straight in the eyes when you climax on the dick of his.

•He’s a hair puller to a dangerous degree. He loves pulling on your hair while he’s fucking you from behind, though not to harshly.

„Nawhh.. What was that? I'm so sorry baby, I quite can't hear you when you moan for me like that~”

Tohma is always ready to try out new things.

Oh and he really prefers foreplay!! He even loves it more than the actual main part.

He talks with you about what you two like or not, he has no shame.

On some days he wants your eyes rolling back, your back arched, and your mouth open and drooling.

Loves it when you suck him off or rub his dick! It really twitches a lot.

He sometimes likes to see your body filled all over with his sperm. „God.. You look fucking hot..”.

Perhaps likes filling you up with his sperm. Really.

He also loves it when you scratch him, cling at him, pull on his hair. He just loves it.

Loves sucking you all over.

Size kink?👀

Master at aftercare!!! There never will be a day where he doesn't give you after care, even if you two only had a quicky. He'll clean you up, take you in his arms, stroke your back, crawl your head and kiss your forehead, for a very long time. „You did so well today.. You really deserve a good rest hm? My my..”he chuckled.

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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she’s a baddie ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1846

request?: yes!

“Hi! I have a request for mgk (if your requests are open still) but I was thinking maybe something like colson’s girlfriend is a total badass and like has a bunch of tattoos and maybe is a rapper herself and he is kind of just gushing over her and tells everyone he can about how cool she is? <3″

description: in which he loves to gush about his badass rapper girlfriend at every opportunity

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The minute he walked into the studio and saw her, Colson was in love.

Dom had asked Colson to be on a song with him and a long time friend of his, a fellow rapper named (Y/N). Colson agreed - he always loved to work with Dom and he loved to meet new people to collaborate with.

He wasn’t sure what he expected of (Y/N), but it definitely was not what he actually got.

(Y/N) was in the booth recording her verse. Already, her rapping abilities were for beyond even Colson’s. He was extremely impressed with her lyrics. As for her appearance: she was wearing a pair of tight, ripped jeans, a white button up dress shirt that was completely open with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the sports bra she was wearing underneath.

With all that skin exposed, Colson could see that she was nearly completely covered in tattoos. Her arms were covered in tattoo sleeves, all the way down to her hands and even fingers. There was an undercarriage tattoo poking out from under her sports bra, and another poking out from her waistband around her hip. She even had one on her neck!

She radiated badass energy, and Colson was drawn to her.

Dom looked up from where he was sat and got up to hug Colson. “Hey mate! Just in time, (Y/N) is finished her verse!”

(Y/N) had stopped rapping when she noticed the commotion outside. She was looking at Dom and Colson, as if waiting for them to tell her what to do.

“(Y/N), come meet Kells!” Dom called.

She walked out from the booth and smiled at Colson. “Nice to meet you. Dom talks so highly of you, and I’m a bit of a fan.”

Colson smiled and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, too. Dom’s talked you up to me a lot, too. You definitely live up to the hype.”

(Y/N) tried to hide her smile to keep her cool status, but Colson could see the corners of her mouth tilting upwards. She put her hands in her pockets and shrugged modestly. “I’m okay I guess. Thanks though.”

“Her verse is amazing,” Dom said, bringing the attention back to him. “Just wait till you hear it when it’s finished.”

Colson sat with Dom to go over the verse he had written. (Y/N) sat behind them, distracting herself on her phone while the men worked. Every so often he would glance over his shoulder at her, hoping to catch her attention for even just a moment.

“She’s single mate, go for it,” Dom said in a low voice, but certainly not low enough that (Y/N) didn’t hear it.

Colson’s eyes widened and he quickly looked over his shoulder at her again. Her attention was still on her phone, but there was a knowing smile on her face.

When the three had finished in the studio and were preparing to go, Colson finally decided to talk to (Y/N). She was heading out the door when Colson approached her, falling into step beside her.

“Your tattoos are cool,” he said, immediately cringing at how lame the compliment was.

(Y/N) smiled brightly at him. “Thanks! They better be for how long they took and how much they cost. Yours are pretty sick too.”

“Thanks. A few of them are kind of old and I regret a little but that happens.”

“When you have as many as we do, you eventually regret one or two.”

There was an awkward silence as the two continued into the parking lot. Colson tried to wrack his brain for some way to save the conversation, but everything he came up with felt dumb or lame. He felt his heart fall to his stomach when (Y/N) pulled keys from her pocket and unlocked a car in front of them. He knew he’d eventually see her again, but he didn’t want their time to end just yet.

Before getting into her car, (Y/N) turned to Colson and put her hand out. “Give me your phone.”

He was taken back by such a direct request that his mind couldn’t comprehend what she had asked at first. “What?”

“Phone, unlock, give.”

Colson took his phone from his pocket and did as she asked. (Y/N) opened the contacts app on his phone and added her name and number, and even took a selfie of herself to set as the contact photo. She sent herself a text so she could have Colson’s number before passing the phone back to him.

“Let’s get drinks some time,” she told him before climbing into her car and starting it up. The roaring of the engine made Colson realize that even her car was badass.

He never would’ve guessed that that one encounter would’ve led to such a strong relationship between the two of them. Colson took (Y/N) up on her offer to go get drinks and, next thing he knew, he was waking up the next morning with her in his bed after deciding to be in a real relationship.

When the news hit the media, both of their fanbases exploded with excitement, saying how (Y/N) and Colson were perfect for one another. Even the tabloids couldn’t find a bad thing to say about the relationship. In fact, they constantly praised the two and complimented them whenever they were saw out together. As much as Colson hated the vultures that were paparazzi, it was hard to be as angry when they were actually saying nice things about him and the woman he loved.

And Colson couldn’t get enough of hyping his girl up. Even when she wasn’t there, all he did was talk about how cool and badass she was. It eventually got to a point that his friends would have to tell Colson that every time he mentioned (Y/N)’s name when she wasn’t around, they were going to hit him.

On the night of Dom’s album release, which featured the song that had brought Colson and (Y/N) together, Dom decided to throw a massive party to celebrate. Colson showed up with his friends, fashionably late as always. It didn’t take him long to navigate the large crowd to find his stunning girlfriend, who was wearing a skin tight black dress that hugged her body and came down to her thighs, paired with a pair of black stiletto heels and her hair pulled back in a braid. Colson couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her body as he walked up behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek, bringing her attention away from her conversation to him for just a moment.

“Sorry to steal her away,” Colson said to her conversation partner, “but I just had to tell my girlfriend how fucking stunning she looks tonight.”

A bright smile spread on (Y/N)’s face as the person she was talking to made a fake vomiting sound, but was smiling none the less.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, hot stuff,” she said with a wink. “Wanna grab a drink and I’ll be over in a minute?”

“Sounds good, baby.”

Colson kissed her head as his hand trailed from her waist to her ass, giving it a quick squeeze before walking away. (Y/N) turned and watched him go with wide eyes, but also with an amused smile on his face. He smirked to himself as he made his way to the bar.

Slim and Rook were already stood there, two empty glasses in hand but too distracted by their conversation to get refills. Colson ordered two drinks, one for himself and one for (Y/N), before looking back across the crowded room at her. An involuntary smile stretched across his face as he looked at the familiar tattoos that were peaking out from her dress.

“Bro, if you say one thing about (Y/N) I am going to punch you in the fact,” Slim said, snapping Colson out of his trance.

“What?” he said. “Dude I wasn’t going to say anything about her.”

“You have that look on your face man,” Rook pointed out. “The look that says the next thing out of your mouth is gonna be something about how badass (Y/N) is.”

The bartender passed Colson his drink and he immediately swallowed half of it. “I’m sorry for thinking my girlfriend is the coolest shit since sliced bread, but that’s how relationships are supposed to work.”

“That’s not how they’ve worked with you before,” Slim said.

“Yeah, before it was a lot of sex and PDA and eventual fighting,” Rook added.

“What I have with (Y/N) ain’t like that, guys,” Colson said. “I know I move way too fast in relationships and they all end the same way, but when I say that it was love at first sight for me with (Y/N), I mean it. I mean, look at her, how can you not love her? She’s not just another girl who wants to be all over me and gets jealous or upset when I’m gone for long because she actually understands that this is how my job works. And she likes to drink and smoke weed and party, so she’s actually fun to hang out with. On top of all that...well...just look at her! She’s smoking hot and badass as fuck. I’m sorry that I tend to talk too much about her and all, but I can’t help it. I’m really happy.”

During his speech, Colson hadn’t noticed that (Y/N) had finished with her conversation and approached the three of them. She joined the group just in time to hear how happy he was to be with her, which had managed to bring happy tears to her eyes. She tried to blink them away as to not ruin her makeup, but it was hard when Colson’s kind words were replaying in her head.

“You mean that?” she asked, causing the three men to jump and to look at her.

“Damn, you move quick girl,” Slim commented.

“How much did you hear?” Colson asked.

“Enough of it,” she responded.

Slim and Rook exchanged a glance before excusing themselves from the conversation. Colson held out (Y/N)’s drink to her and she gladly took it. She leaned into his side as he wrapped his arm around her again, fitting perfectly against him like two puzzle pieces.

“I meant every word I said,” he told her. “I think you’re the coolest chick I’ve ever met and then some. Way too good to be dating a dork like me.”

“You’re anything but a dork,” she said. “And even if you were, you’re my dork, and I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side.”

Colson smiled that adorable, goofy smile that (Y/N) loved so much. She mirrored it before leaning up to kiss his lips. His grip around her waist tightened as he held her close, never wanting to let her go.

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk #estxx #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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titanicsimp · 3 years

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Rising star

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Female!Reader

Genres: Smut

Warnings: Sexual content including; vaginal and anal sex, creampies, degrading talk, general rough sex, manhandling, name calling, slight voyeurism, thigh riding.

Summary: You have been rising through the pro hero ranks like a rocket, and you can’t help but tease the new number one about it.

A/N: I’m a Enji fucker and I’m proud! 🗣

“And now, the pro hero ranked as number four this year is...”

“Ironheart!”

You could barely believe it as you jumped up from your seat. You made it into the top five!

You waved at the crowd, a big smile on your face as you joined the others on stage. The bright lights and camera flashes were a little overwhelming, but you could get used to it.

God did you feel good. You could take on the world in that moment, basking in the cheers of your fans. Last year you had been ranked twentieth, so this leap was huge.

As the announcer went back to announcing the list, you peaked over at the current number one hero. Endeavor was standing stone faced as always, but you caught him glancing at you from the side.

You smirked. You could practically smell the resentment from here. How thrilling, you would have to pay the flame hero a visit later.

Getting into Endeavor’s VIP room at the event had been a doozy. The guard had been too starstruck, only asking you to give him an autograph. You had cringed at the picture he had made you sign. It was one from the shoot the hero agency made you do, which had been done to market on your sex appeal. But you had pushed aside your agitation and walked right into Endeavor’s room.

The space they gave him is excessive really. The room is extremely spacious even though it’s equipted with two full sized couches, a long coffee table, and a bar with barstools and all.

Endeavor is sitting on the couch that faces the door, busy signing pictures of himself which he’ll be giving out later.

It takes only a second for him to notice you, and when he does he immediately puts on his flames. You chuckle under you breath. Really, who is he keeping the appearance up for?

“Long time no see, Endeavor.” You purr as you stride over to him.

He looks annoyed, so nothing new. “Get out.”

You scoff. “Not even a congratulations? I think I’m rising through the ranks faster than you ever have.”

You notice his eyebrow twitch at your comment. He’s so predictable.

“Number four is still a long way from number one.”

You touch his knee, stroking your hand up his leg gingerly. “Yet I’m standing so close to it.”

He regards you calculatingly with those blue eyes of his. “What do you want?”

You pull back your hand with a bright smile. “Well, I thought we could get to know each other better. Us being colleagues... or perhaps rivals, as some may call it.”

Endeavor crosses his arms. “I doubt anyone would regard us as rivals. You’re too far behind me.”

“Hhmm, you say that but I saw that little glance when we were up on the stage. Seems I’ve been on your mind, Endeavor.” You tell him.

You walk around the couch and go to stand behind him. Most people would back up from his flames, but you had nothing to worry about. The metal wristbands you wear start shifting under the influence of your quirk, quickly ungulfing your arms and hands so the metal fits around them like a glove.

You put your arms over Endeavor’s shoulders without care. He grunts disapprovingly, but does nothing to stop it.

“Your flames feel slightly hotter than last time, good job!” You giggle.

He sighs your name, not your hero name, but your real name. “Stop wasting my time.”

His flames die down and it seems like he really is done playing with you. You retract the metal around you back to look like simple wristbands.

You jump over the couch and sit down next to him, giving him sad eyes. “Who thought a flame hero could be so cold?”

“Especially after our little bathroom adventure last year...”

You feel Enji stiffen beside you. “Or do you do that with all upcoming heroes?”

You throw your legs over his lap, grinning at him. Yeah, that’s what you thought, he hasn’t forgotten.

Though he tries to keep his face straight, you can see it starting to crack. “You still don’t know what’s good for you.”

“I felt pretty good last time.” You quip back, and he finally snaps.

Enji throws your legs off of his lap and grabs your face, his big hand engulfing your chin and cheeks. “You need to be put in your place.”

You bat your eyelashes at him. “Why don’t you help me with that, number one?”

His free hand forces your legs open and cups your core through your herosuit. You both groan when his thick fingers rub over your slit, pushing the tight fabric and your panties against it.

“How do you even fight in this thing.” Enji says disapprovingly.

You roll your eyes. It’s not like you are the only hero in this room with a skin tight suit, and he seems to be enjoying it well enough.

A loud ripping sounds throughout the room and you gasp in shock at the hole he has created in your suit, exposing your panties.

You try to move to stop him before he can ruin that fabric as well, but within the seconds it takes you to react it’s too late. “Bastard!”

Enji chuckles. “Can’t afford to replace them?”

He knows damn well you can. You might not be ultra rich like him, but your hero career sure has payed off.

Sliding his fingers through your wetness testingly, he gives you a mocking grin. You buck up into his touch without embarrassment, he’s doing exactly what you want after all.

Enji’s grabs you and drags you onto his lap without a word. When you go to grind against his bulge, he stops you. He corrects you to sit on one of his thighs, giving you a pointed look.

You smirk at him. “How dirty of you, Enji.”

“Shut up and grind.” He growls in response.

Happily obliging, you sway your hips, dragging your wetness across his thigh. The fabric of his suit is a bit rough, but it only adds to the friction.

Enji brings his hand to your throat, squeezing it lightly as you ride his thigh. You smile at him, softly moaning under your breath.

“Look at you, getting off on rubbing yourself against me like a bitch in heat.” He says with a condescending tone, but his body tells a different story.

You can see the large tent in his pants, making his excitement quite obvious.

A whimper leaves your mouth when his fingers squeeze tighter and a rush of wetness slicks your thighs.

Enji’s gaze turns darker with lust the longer he watches you slide yourself up and down his thigh. Getting an idea, you lean forward and lick across the length of his neck, causing him to shiver under you.

Maintaining a tight grip on your neck, he moves you off of him and then throws you onto the coffee table in front of the couch.

A oof leaves your mouth as you hit the wood, the slam having slightly taken your breath. When Enji looms over you, you shoot him a grin. Would’ve been a real smacker if your skin wasn’t infused with minuscule metal pieces.

The corners of his mouth turn upwards at seeing your reaction. Being able to throw you around without consequence turns him on to no end.

Enji flips you over, propping your ass up. You grab onto the end of the table. If it will be anything like last time, you’ll need something to hold onto.

You bite your lip when he drags his cock through your wetness. God, it’s your favorite part of him without a doubt.

“Are you ready?” Enji asks from behind you, but as you open your mouth to answer, he slams his cock all the way inside of you in a swift thrust.

You scream loudly at the feeling of his thick length stretching you out. It stings a bit, but in all the ways you like.

His big hands grab onto your ass as he starts fucking into you, groaning loudly.

His thrusts are so hard and his pace changes constantly, making you grab onto the table so hard your fingers turn white.

“A slut like you will never outrank me.” Enji growls, his grip on you tightening.

You mewl at his statement. Him talking down to you only makes your walls clench around his cock.

He lifts one hand off of your ass, only to bring it down in a hard slap. Noises and cries escape your lips without stopping as he spanks your ass and continues to ram him himself into you.

“That useless guard is still outside, I wonder if he’s hearing you cry out for my cock.” He pants out.

“I bet he’s enjoying it.” You get interrupted multiple times by Enji’s thrusts, but you get your sentence out eventually.

“Ah Endeavor!” You scream out extra loudly on purpose.

You feel his cock twitch inside you. “Giving him a show?”

You giggle breathlessly. “Come now, don’t be jealous.”

With a rip, Enji tears your suit up further, exposing your asshole as well. You hear him spit on his hand before he presses one finger into your ass. Your back arches at the new sensation and your cunt twitches in pleasure.

“Scream then.” He commands, slowing his pace just slightly so he can finger your ass.

As soon as he feels you relax, he adds a second, and your eyes tear up at the fullness. You start feeling so hot, and you have no doubt that it’s radiating from Enji.

When he rubs his fingers against your wall where he feels his cock, you cum suddenly. Your vision goes blank for a second as your orgasm washes over you, your legs shaking violently.

With a loud groan, Enji follows suit and empties himself inside of your cunt. His pace doesn’t slow down for quite a bit, fucking his cum into you.

When he’s finished, he pulls out of you suddenly, letting his cum drip out onto his cock. He fists his length, lubing it up with your mixed juices.

You can sense what’s coming next, Enji’s fingers still in your ass.

“Tell him what I’m about to do.” He tells you.

It takes you a moment to even remember the guard, but when you do you smirk. Seems like it gets Enji’s fire going, so why not.

“Please Endeavor, fuck my ass!” You yell out.

He removes his fingers and presses the head of his cock against your tight hole. “I’m going to have you walking around with cum dripping from your holes like the dirty slut you are.”

With that promise, he presses forward into you. He goes slower when entering your ass, but you still struggle to keep up.

When fully seated inside you, he gives your ass a loud slap, causing you to yelp out. As soon as he starts thrusting, you both know that neither of you is going to last long.

Enji’s fingers find your clit, rubbing and pinching at it as he fucks into you.

By this point you’re a sweating, drooling mess, and when you approach another orgasm, you whine desperately. “Fuck Endeavor, ruin me!”

His low chuckle makes a shiver run over your spine. “As you wish.”

He starts slamming himself into you, not holding back in the slightest. Your chest pushes against the table aggressively as he fucks you into it.

You cry out his name as with a last rub at your clit, you cum again. The table is a blessing as your legs give out, keeping your body up.

Enji uses your body till he’s cumming again as well. Your body already feels so hot, and his cum filling you ass too doesn’t help. You whimper and flex your sore fingers from grabbing on when he pulls out.

Your ass, cunt and thighs are absolutely drenched in his cum, his thick loads still leaking out of you.

Too tired to move for now, you watch as Enji grabs a marker from the table. He scribbles something onto your asscheek, giving it a final slap afterwards.

He comes into vision after he has adjusted his suit, his figure showing no trace of what the two of you just did.

“Let’s do this again, hero.” He tells you as he throws the marker at you, the last word clearly mocking.

Later, when you go to clean up, you spot what he wrote in the mirror. You smirk as you look at the phone number that he wrote onto your asscheek. Snapping a quick picture of your cum covered ass, you send it to his number with the message ‘I knew you’d warm up to me ♥️’.

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keep going | jjk

⤑ series: cherry pickers

⤑ pairing: gamer(fuckboi)!jungkook x video vixen(virgin)!reader

⤑ genre: smut!! (and the start of angst at the end...)

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 4.8K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, oral sex (m/f. receiving), handjob, cum shot, face sitting, spitting, grinding, (half-assed) 69-ing, nipple play, groping, dry humping, they’re both half drunk nd messy.

⤑ A/N: hiiii! how are you? sooo ., i decided to make the party two parts bc i had terrible time management today nd it’s getting late - buut i really wanted to post today. sooo part two up tomorrow!!

MAY 8TH, 2020 | 23:30

Jungkook hears your squeal over the booming bass of the music, long before you're appearing through the crowd of drunk partygoers. Jimin is steps behind you, large black glasses resting on the tip of his nose. Eyes likely bloodshot underneath them obvious from the stumble in his walk. Your hair fans out behind you as you run, jumping with a shout onto your boyfriend. Who is more than ready to catch you. Hands splayed over the small of your back, while your legs wrap around his waist.

Giggling, even though nothing's really funny. Cold hands finding his cheeks as your hair creates a curtain on one side of his face. “My baby!” Speaking a bit too loud for how close you are, but he doesn't mind it. Especially since you're quick with covering his mouth with yours. The strong taste of alcohol hitting his tongue as if how drunk you were wasn't already obvious.

The kiss doesn't last long because you're being distracted by your thoughts, lips parting from his, you begin to bounce in his arms. Thighs brushing against his waist and the skirt of your dress riding up the swell of your ass. “Jimin said you got dressed up for me,” You're wearing this pretty smile on your face, cheeks tinted pink and he's not too convinced it's just from the alcohol.

He nods without a bit of hesitation because he had nothing to hide. Wouldn't even be stood here in this outfit if he didn't think you'd find him attractive in it. Another squeal is leaving your lips, legs leaving his body as you jump down out of his grasp. Taking a step back to fully take in his appearance.

“You look good enough to eat,” Moving in close to him, your arms lift to wrap around his neck. Tugging gently so his face is level with yours, the tip of his nose nudging against your cheek as you lean up to reach his ear. “We'll get to that later, though.” A gentle kiss pressed to the outside of it and you're sure you hear a moan leave his lips.

Not dwelling too much on the sound, you pull back, taking his hand in his, leading him into the kitchen where you swear you saw Jimin disappear. Probably in search of smoother drinks to accompany the numerous shots swimming in his stomach. Jimin was quite the drinker and a bit hard to keep up with, either way, you managed without falling over. That was definitely a plus.

Jungkook had been here an hour or two before you showed up. Found Taehyung in the crowd and Yoongi after that, the three of them spending time drinking and talking while he waited for you. Your friends were cool and he was enjoying the music and everything, but at the end of it, he was most looking forward to seeing you... even if he had been with you just the day before.

Shots were passed around and Yoongi had his mind set on getting absolutely trashed, him and everyone within a ten-foot radius. Which had him refilling every single empty glass in sight. Including Jungkook, despite the fact, he was on the far end of the couch. So yeah, not as drunk as you, but definitely heading in that direction.

Who cares, though? It was a party after all.

MAY 9TH, 2020 | 00:19

Sat up on the kitchen counter with Jungkook beside you, quietly sipping from his cup while you talk a mile a minute with the guys in the room. Taehyung has taken an interest in Jimin who has made it his entire business to play hard to get. The whole nine yards, honestly, not looking directly at him while he spoke, acting aloof when it was clear to any of your close friends that Tae was enjoying the undivided attention.

Yoongi had gone somewhere a good half hour ago, nothing but a brief mumble of his departure which was drowned out by the music. Hoseok was leaving a few moments after him, loudly declaring he wanted to go dance. Yet, you have yet to see the inevitable circle form around him.

That left Joon and Jin with you and Jungkook, the four of you laughing and talking loudly about something that you'd no doubt forget in the morning. Well, three of you... Jungkook only half listened, the rest of his attention on you. Hadn't taken his eyes off you since he was setting you down on the counter and it was getting a little hard to ignore his stare.

Jungkook was always obvious, hardly ever beat around the bush... especially when it had anything to do with you. So just one look in his direction and you could tell that he was undressing you with his eyes, playing a dirty movie in his mind where the two of you were the stars.

Normally, you'd tease him. Get him all riled up until he was whining, basically begging for some type of release. It was always fun to see how far you could push him, how much you could get away with before he was becoming a mess of himself.

Strangely tonight, though, you didn't feel like teasing. Wanted him just as much as he wanted you, if not more. And with this liquid courage cruising through your veins, you didn't care if he knew it. You didn't care who knew it. Jin has sparked Joon's argumentative spirit, claiming he was right about something that Joon literally based his entire life on.

It's not often you get to see Joon get riled up, especially in the face of a stranger. But the oddly sexy vein popping out at the side of his neck is very low on your list of concerns. No, your focus is on Jungkook and how you can get him from this room to upstairs a little more private.

“Koo,” His head snaps in your direction in an instant at the sound of your voice, cloudy eyes taking in your outstretched arms. Instantly putting together that you were beckoning him toward you, he doesn't waste a moment to stand in front of you. Palms settling down against the tops of your thighs, the coldness of them forcing goosebumps to rise on your warm skin.

Long legs stretching out to wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. You always wanted him closer. Fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down closer to you. He kisses you immediately, hands wrapping around your thighs, using his grip to pull your body toward him. He's hard. Can feel it pressed right against your thigh, a curious hand dropping down his torso until you're able to reach him.

Jungkook flinches at the touch, hips jerking forward and teeth scraping against your lower lip. The subtle pain pulls a moan from your lips that's quickly muffled by the determined twist of his tongue. Hesitant fingers inch underneath the hem of your dress and then back down your thighs, up a little higher, and then back down. His fingers repeat their movement three times before you're pulling away from his lips.

“What are you doing?” Your words come out through a laugh, hands on either side of his face as you look down to watch his fingers on your skin. “I'm just checking...” All slurred and barely coherent, he's not looking at you instead he's tracking the movements of his fingers as if he was in the midst of creating a masterpiece on your legs.

You can't help the laugh that slips past your lips at his focus, fingers racking through his short hair. Pushing the fluffy strands out of the way so you can get a better peak at the look of concentration on his face. “Checking what?”

Dark eyes lift to find yours, teeth catching his lower lip as he searches your features. Looking for any hint that you were uncomfortable. That you wanted him to slow down. Something that you constantly caught him doing if the two of you were moving past a peck. It was sweet, nice of him to always be thinking of you. But it did make you feel fragile like you needed him to look out for you. Never did you like this feeling, but coming from him... it didn't feel so bad.

“How high up you'll let me go this time. Do you want me to stop?” There's a second question hidden in there. He wasn't just talking about his hands on his legs, but rather how far you were willing to go tonight. It's obvious because Jungkook was horrible at hiding what he was thinking, every thought written on his face at all times.

Which is why you're so quick to shake your head, using the hold you have around his waist to pull him further between his legs. His hardening length brushing against the crease of your thighs and you're humming at the feeling of warmth that spreads throughout your body. “Not yet. Keep going,”

That's all he needs to hear and it's like a switch has been flipped inside of him. Whatever restraint he had been using since you first jumped on him going out the window as his hands move higher up your legs, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. His teeth catch your skin, blunt nails dragging their way to your ass and all you're left to do is whine and moan underneath him.

A hand running down the front of his pastel-colored pants to cover his crotch. Fingers flexing around his bulge, shamelessly palming him through his pants in the middle of Yoongi's kitchen. He's letting out a breathy groan, head falling back as his hips move in motion with your hand.

He looks so hot, it's almost unbelievable. Eyes squeeze shut, with his lower lip tucked between his teeth. Thick neck on full display, you can't help but lean up and kiss it. Sucking open-mouthed kisses into his skin, while your hand moves over him.

“Fuck,” he groans, loud enough for just you to hear. The sound sending a pang of arousal pooling between your legs. “I want to fuck you so bad,” It's a drunken confession that he's barely aware of, his focus on his hands squeezing your ass over the fabric of your dress.

Leaning back enough so your eyes catch his, he's looking at you with such desire and want. A look that you're no stranger to, but it definitely has you feeling a little less out of control tonight. Tilting your head up, you press a soft kiss to his lips, pulling back just before his tongue is able to slither past your lips.

“Wanna go upstairs?”

MAY 9TH, 2020 | 00:57

Jungkook takes two steps toward you the moment Yoongi's bedroom door is secured shut. Hands on either side of your face, holding your head steady as he goes in for a kiss. A sloppy rushed kiss that pulls deep groans from his lips. Fingers curling in your hair while his hand drops low on your waist, pulling your body into his.

He's spent long enough holding on to restraint, not wanting to tip the scale in either direction in hopes to keep you from pulling back. Only going as far as you'd let him, but now you were giving him the green light for more. And although, he wasn't sure how much more you were willing to give... he was going to enjoy all he was able to take.

His mouth falls from yours, fingers moving toward the neckline of your dress. The same tiny dress you deemed too tight to wear anything underneath, besides the lace thong that does nothing but look pretty against your skin. With a fluid motion of his hands, your tits are spilling out the top of your dress, nipples peaking from the cool air circulating around the room.

His cock stiffens in his pants at the sight. Trying not to be obvious with the way the sight of your bare chest makes him drool. This was so far from being the first time he's seen boobs, but this was the first time he was seeing yours and that felt like the first time ever. He didn't know what to do with himself. Brain working overtime trying to figure out where to start. He wanted all of you, that much wasn't a secret. But he knew that he had to be careful, this was a privilege of course. A rarity. One wrong move and he fuck it all up for himself.

The blank stare on his face does nothing for the pounding in your chest. Wishing that he'd just say something instead of staring the way he was. Not even looking directly at you. Did he think they were weird? Were you doing too much? Should you cover up?

Two strong hands wrap around your thighs, lifting your body off of the ground. Finally, finally looking up at you with those dark brown eyes of his. So easy to read, so filled with lust. For you. Long strides taken across the room and before you know it, your body is being surrounded by fluffy sheets and the smell of Yoongi.

“You're so perfect,” He sounds like he's in disbelief, shaking his head at his own words as he climbs onto the bed with you. Your head trapped on either side of his arms, hips pressed flush together. He fit so well between your legs.

Warm lips meet yours, tasting heavily of alcohol and his fruity lip balm. He's swallowing the moan that falls from your lips, tongue pushing against yours as his hips move in a slow rut. Kissing you breathless with his hand wrapped around one of your breasts, thumb flicking against your nipple. So easily pulling moans and whines from your lips with a simple flex of his muscles. “I can't believe I'm with you,” His words murmured against your lips, but your heart is standing at full attention, ready to swell in his favor.

Pulling back only to leave a trail of wet kisses down the length of his neck, mapping his way to your breasts. A breathy cry of his name falls from your lips when his teeth scrape against the hardened nub. Chuckling soft, his eyes lift to meet yours as he wraps his lips around it. Tongue moving just as it had been inside your mouth and you can't help but wonder how it'd feel in other places too.

Always ten steps ahead of you, Jungkook's hand outlines the curve of your breasts all the way down to the dip of your waist, passing your hips until the tips of his fingers catch the hem of your skirt.

He pulls off your chest with a pop, a thin line of spit connecting his lower lip to your skin. His tongue juts out to break it while his gaze lowers to watch himself reveal more and more of your skin with each movement of his hand. It's not long until your entire dress is bunched up at your waist, the maroon thong you had shimmied into on full display for his greedy eyes.

The growing wet patch between your legs is all he can seem to focus on. Jungkook startles you with his quickness, head dropping between your legs in an instant. Arms looping around your thighs to hold them apart, nose nudging against your covered clit as his tongue flattens against your slit.

“Holy fuck!” It's like someone has lit your entire body on fire. Back arched off the bed and toes pressed against the sheets. He's letting out a laugh, the prettiest sound you've ever heard paired with that toothy grin of his. Three gentle kisses are placed right on top where his tongue just had been.

Reaching down to find his soft head of hair, you gently drag his face up away from your sensitive pussy. His nose bumping against yours and his stiff cock resting just above your clit. Much harder than before and you can only guess why. Yet, despite his obvious arousal and his desperate want to continue, he's still able to compose himself enough to ask.

Pressing the softest of kisses to your lips, fingers pushing strands of your hair out of the way. “Keep going?” Silently hoping that you answer in his favor. Pretty much over the moon when you're nodding, hips lifting to meet his. It's his turn to curse, teeth cutting into his lip to keep from being too loud.

Kind of hard with the way you were grinding against him. Even through your useless panties, his boxers, and pants, he could feel you. How warm you were, wet too. So sure that his fingers would slip right in. How many would you actually be able to take? Just one? Two? Maybe three?

Had to be at least three if you expected to take his dick after. Never one to brag, but Jungkook was a decent size. Thick in the places that it mattered most, long enough to boost his confidence. Definitely took pride in the way your eyes would go wide when seeing it. Were you thinking about it too? Him fucking you.

“Yn, fuck.” He's hissing through clenched teeth, only now noticing the work you've done at the front of his pants. Buttons undone and fly wide open, your warm hand down the front of his briefs to fish out his throbbing length. It only grows harder in your soft grip, twitching at the brush of cool air.

It takes two of your small hands to cover him, the pink mushroom tip peaking out from your closed fists. Hands twisting in opposite directions and he doesn't even hesitate to fuck into the hole you've created. Eyes fluttering as breathy moans fall from his lips, heavy balls slapping against your covered pussy.

Jungkook's got a firm grip on your breast, the other hand clutching the bunched up fabric of your dress. Head bowed as he watches his cock disappear and reappear between your hands. He has no shame in the fact he's imagining it's you he's fucking. That he's being squeezed by the tightness of your walls. Imagining that you're reaching your limit too, instead of him selfishly getting his release. Every single time.

He loses it when you're sitting up, spitting into the palm of your hand to create a much wetter slip for his cock. Hands tightening around him and moving at a much faster pace. He's gasping and groaning, fucking forward as if he's buried inside of you. And you're close too, it makes him feel a lot better about the loud way he spills his load onto your stomach.

Warm and sticky against your clammy skin, you're lifting a hand off of him to dip your fingers into the mess. He watches the way you drag through it, bringing your index finger up to your mouth. “Oh, God.” He groans, earning a pretty giggle from you. His mouth is on yours again within an instant, fingers tangling in your hair as his tongue rolls around the inside of your mouth.

Tasting himself on your tongue and that just makes him want you more. “Please let me taste you.” His eyes still feel heavy and his body too, but that's the least bit of his concern. He wants to make you feel good. It's only fair, with the way you're constantly catering to him. You deserved it. “Please,”

Not even worried about sounding desperate or even whiny, he just wants you. He wants you to want him. And you do. Have wanted him since the first time you met him if you're honest. Tonight all of that was only amplified, a mixture of the alcohol and the realization of how quickly you had fallen for him.

Didn't even realize it was happening until it was done. Jungkook was quickly becoming it for you. Not a day went by where he wasn't on your mind, yearning to see him, to talk to him, to kiss him. Needy in ways that were nearly foreign to you. Always so good at keeping it together, but when it came to him you just couldn't.

And you didn't really want to either.

“Okay,” His face breaks into this huge smile and you can't help the laugh that falls from your lips. “Okay?” He has to check, make sure that he's hearing you right. And when the sound of your laugh fills his ears, followed by another confirmation he's almost ready to jump for joy.

Springing up, he's shrugging his shirt off. Wiping the drying cum from your stomach as a true gentleman would. Tossing the dirty fabric to the side, he's shifting to lay on his back before you're stopping him. “Take this one off too,” Reaching for the sleeve of his undershirt and he doesn't waste a moment before tugging it over his head and tossing it to the side.

He's moving to lay on his back before you're allowed the proper time to admire his well worked on chest. The ripples in his stomach that can only be accomplished with hours upon hours in the gym. His head lifts to find you sat up in the same spot, this quizzical look on his face which you return with a laugh.

“Come sit on my face,” He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, reaching out for your wrist, to gently drag you toward him. Your eyes are saucers, cheeks flushed at the thought of being sat up on him like that. “Why?” It's obvious to the both of you why, but you wait for his answer anyway.

His shoulders lift in a slight shrug, lips stretching into a slow sexy smile. “I've always wanted you to sit on my face,” He's so calm about it too as if he didn't just admit to the dirty secret thoughts that bounce around his head when the two of you are alone. You're so inclined to give this man whatever he wants that you don't bother to fight it anymore, simply lifting yourself up to stand over his head.

Taking in the way he's smiling up at you like a kid on Christmas, arms looped around your legs to help you lower yourself onto him. The tips of his fingers latch onto the waistband of your panties, tugging them far enough down your legs so he's getting a good look at your bare pussy.

Lips glistening with your arousal, slightly puffy from the bit of stimulation. There's a small patch a hair above it, trimmed into a neat triangle. Almost like an arrow saying: Jungkook's mouth goes here. And he's forever one to follow a sign. With his arms looped around your thighs, he's lowering you comfortably over him. He lands an open-mouthed kiss on your clit, using the grip he holds on your thighs to hold your body still.

Gasping, your hips jerk, body lunging forward to brace yourself on his stomach. “Fucking cute,” He murmurs into your pussy, head tilting to the side so his tongue can reach deeper inside of you. Paying close attention to the sounds of your whines to make sure that you're enjoying yourself just as much as he was.

Much sweeter than he had thought, arousal dripping down the sides of his lips. You've got a tight grip in his hair, hips moving in stuttered thrusts against his mouth. A hand pressed onto his stomach, nails scraping against the skin. He's cautious with introducing his fingers to the mix, teasing your hole slowly before he's pushing one in. Cock stiffening at the loud wail that leaves your lips, legs spreading wider for him.

It's never felt this good. Not when you're alone with your own hand down there. His is much longer, thicker. Reaching deeper inside than you ever could. With lips latched around your clit and a single finger fucking inside of you, Jungkook's pretty sure he's died and gone to heaven. The sounds of your moans being the welcome bell.

His tongue moving around your clit in quick circles and he swears he feels your walls clench around his fingers. So wound up, it's not long before you're nearing your end. And he takes the chance by pushing another finger alongside the first one, much tighter and harder to move but the sound that leaves your lips eggs him on.

“Shit, baby...” He pants against you, the warmth of your hand around his shaft making him lose focus. You stroke him lazily, barely able to keep your head up with the way he's making you feel. But you manage, tongue poking out to roll against the tip. His whines vibrate against your pussy and throughout your entire body, forcing an involuntary roll of your hips.

Fingers plunging deeper inside of you as his hips lift, cock brushing against your lips at the same time he's curling his fingers. Pressing against the rough patch that has you spiraling out of control, hips bucking against his face and grip tightening in his hair. “Jungkook, fuck! I'm...” Pretty much delirious at this point because he has no interest in letting up, determined to knock you over the edge if it's the last thing he does.

A string of curses leaves your lips. Sloppy kisses landing on his length, a failed attempt to muffle them. All at once you're feeling pressure build and snap in the pit of your stomach, a wave of heat washing over you. Your legs shake on either side of his head, loud cries of his name and incoherent sentences falling from your lips.

Jungkook holds you steady through all of it, the movement of his tongue slowly as you come down. Lips puckering to plant a gentle kiss to your lips, just as your body is falling limp against his. Slowly pulling his fingers from inside of you, he doesn't waste a moment with sucking your juices from them, humming contently at the taste.

“So sweet,”

Shifting in his hold, you move to sit on his lap. His nose, mouth, and chin are shiny with your arousal, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded, hair a knotted mess. He looks absolutely fucked out and it's so hot. Lowering yourself, your mouth is finding his, tongue plunging into his mouth as you lower your body. The tip of his cock nudging against your clit, forcing a moan from your lips.

All it would take is a certain angle of your hips and he'd be sinking inside of you. Stealing away your virginity with a single thrust of his hips. You wanted that so bad. With him. Only him. “Jungkook.” Sighing his name out, his cock twitches between your legs. And from the way his eyes go wide, you can tell he's just noticed how close you actually were.

“I want you to fuck me. Please, Kookie,” There's slight whine in your voice, but you don't care how desperate you sound. You've never wanted something this bad. Felt it in your chest, your stomach, your core. You wanted him.

He doesn't say anything for a while, eyes scanning over your features for a little longer than you'd like. Before he's letting out a soft sigh, his hand reaching up to push his hair back on his head. Sitting up with you in his lap, his hand lifting to wipe at the wetness around his lips. “Fuck, princess. Not tonight. Not yet,” Two large hands set on your shoulders, he's offering up an apologetic smile.

A pout is already forming on your lips. You can't help it, your brows just seem to automatically furrow and your lip pushes out. “Why not?” His hand is lifting to pat your hair, head tilting up to press a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Because, when I fuck you... I'm gonna fuck you.” You'd think he was explaining the cuteness of puppies with the way he was looking at you. The tone he was using. “And you've been drinking. I need to make sure you remember every second,” His fingers rub against your scalp lightly before he's going in for another kiss.

Not even a moment is granted for the sting of rejection to settle in. The moment he's pulling away and gently nudging you off of his lap to redress, there's a loud knock on the door and you're becoming all too aware of the party that was still going on downstairs. A loud crash follows the knock and you can hear shouts from two very familiar voices.

And then another, much harder knock. Joon's voice sounding from the other side. Hurriedly explaining all the commotion going on downstairs.

“Hoseok and Yoongi are fighting!”

— known for your body and surrounded by rumors about your sex life… rumors that he doesn’t think to doubt. until he’s meeting you… forced to realize there’s much more to you then the thonged shorts and lacy costumes.

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shigarakis-cumdump · 3 years

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The Night Stalker

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Summary: Finally home after a long day. The tv was tuned in to the news: "More local break ins and robberies this week, at an all time high".. Scary. But you had security cameras, you'd be fine. Right? “Get off of me!” you screamed, hoping your neighbors would hear. “Ah ah ahh, don’t wanna be too loud now, it’ll ruin our fun too quickly..”

Cw: breathplay, noncon/dubcon, stalking, dacryphilia

Word Count:1.3k

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Finally home after a long day. The tv was tuned in to the news: More local break ins and robberies this week, at an all time high.. Just the other day, someone a street over got robbed. You couldn’t lie when you said you felt a bit scared, but you kept your doors locked and had a pretty good security system, so you didn’t lose sleep over the thought. You heated up some leftovers and dragged yourself to your room, turning on your pc. You got a few rounds of gaming in before calling it an early night. You made sure your doors were locked and the security system was on, and crawled off to bed.

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The sun was up. You were still alive, and nothing was out of place. Good. You get ready for the day and scroll through your phone. A message? You hit accept and the text popped up in bold letters: Nice computer ya got. Would be a shame if it disappeared, no? Or better yet; you. Just someone trying to scare you, you thought, before quickly disregarding it and heading off. The whole day, that text kept popping up in your mind. Maybe someone was watching you. The recent occurrences skewed your train of thought- logical thought, and you just amounted it to a prank. Whatever you needed to tell yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna go for some drinks later?” your friend asked.

“Sure, I could use a break,” you sighed. You haven’t been able to hang out with them recently with the boatloads of work you had, so some time off would be nice, right?

After work, you head to the bar and spend time with your friend.

“The stuff on the news has been creeping me out..”

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it. Not much to steal from the both of us, anyway.” you reassure. “Although I got this text earlier from someone who was trying to scare me,” you laugh as you pull out your phone, but your friend found it anything but amusing. “Y/N you should call the cops. What if someone is planning to rob you?” “I have cameras all around my house; I’d like to see them try.” Oh how you’d eat those words .

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“Well I’ll see you later. Get home safe, please..” your friend said, to which you nodded and headed off. It was already 11, the sun had set, the drunks were out on the street, and for a few blocks now, this one guy’s been following you. He had shaggy white hair and you could smell his stench from here. He was hunched over even when walking and it made your heart race. You fastened your pace and quickly ran home. Peeking from behind the blinds, you stare out into the pitch black. Anyone or anything could be hiding out there. No, your brain was just scaring you. You were already cautious enough, you needed to stop worrying. But those flimsy cameras meant nothing to the most wanted villain in the country. As he watched you retreat back from the window, he disabled your cameras and chuckled. Now all he had to do was wait. Luckily, this man had plenty of time on his hands.

You, on the other hand, were tossing and turning, trying to get some sleep, when you heard something outside your window. Shaking, you sat up and looked outside. Nothing. You sighed and lay back down, forcing your eyes closed.

“Let’s see..” the man said. He put 5 fingertips on your front door and poof! Gone like that. He made his way to your room, watching as you slept. God, you were beautiful like this. So peaceful and quiet, no looks of dread or sorrow on your face. He inched his way over to you, his weight sinking the bed. A large grin spread across his face as your eyes fluttered open. As your eyes focused on this stranger in your home, you opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out. You were in pure, horrified shock. You sat up and backed away from him.

“W-who are you?! Take anything you want, just please, please don't hurt me,” you started begging.

“Take anything I want?” He looked around the room unsatisfied. He turned his attention back to you and smiled. “I’ll take you then.” He replied. You shook your head. Looking at his face for a second longer, you realized the man sitting in front of you was Tomura Shigaraki. You shrieked and went to grab your phone, but Shigaraki was quicker, disintegrating it before you reached it. Tears pooled in your eyes as he quickly dominated you.

“What do you want from me? Please, I’ll give you anything!” you tried bargaining.

“Ya know.. I’ve been watching you for a while…” Shigaraki said, ignoring your questions. His hand made its way to your shirt and quickly turned it to ash.

“God, this body’s even hotter up close!” he beamed, letting his hand roam your chest. You thrashed around, trying to shove him off of you.

“Get off of me!” you screamed, hoping your neighbors would hear.

“Ah ah ahh, don’t wanna be too loud now, it’ll ruin our fun too quickly..” he said, using his other hand to cover your mouth and muffle the noise. He pinched your nipple hard and you flinched, uselessly trying to get away from him. His calloused hands touching your soft skin made him drool. There were so many questions running through your head. How did he get past the cameras? Why you? How long has he been watching you? None of your questions would be answered, though. Not when Shigaraki was too busy groping your tits and watching your face contort from confusion to pleasure. “You’re telling me you don’t want this, but your body is telling me otherwise~” he mocks. His hand covering your mouth leaves for a split second to pinch your cheeks together. Your mouth parts and he shoves his tongue down your throat, dominating every part of you. A small whine left your mouth when he spits in your mouth. “Keep it there.” he demands. You nod and turn your gaze to his crotch that’s now sitting on your torso. He unzips his pants and his cock springs out.

“Please don’t.. Please Shigaraki..”

“You think you’re in the position to be denying me?” he asks, “You’ll be begging for more in no time anyways.”

Shigaraki takes a fistful of your hair and pushes your mouth down onto his cock, relentlessly bobbing it up and down. Your gag reflex was horrible, only being pushed more by his hard on constantly brushing the back of your throat. Shigaraki’s head rolls back and he lets out a groan. “Fuck you’re taking me so well. Who knew you’d be such a slut,” he chuckles between hitched breaths. Face stained with tears, you claw at his thighs to get a moment of air. You feel his grip tighten and his thrusting fasten. “You can breath when I cum, how bout that?” he muses, watching your watery eyes widen as you try begging with him in your mouth. The vibrations go straight to his groin, that warm, familiar feeling growing inside him. “Fuck princess, I’m gunna cum,” he pants. Seconds later, his hips stutter and you feel a steady stream coating the back of your throat. When he lets go of your hair, you fall on your back, desperately trying to take in air. He collapses on top of you in his blissed out state, before staring into your eyes and saying, “You’ll be a perfect addition to the hideout. How does a field trip sound? Not that you have much of a choice..”

#Shigaraki x you #shigaraki x reader #stalking #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut #shigaraki drabbles #shigaraki thirst #tw: stalking #Tw:noncon/dubcon #dubcon/noncon #dacryphilia cw #breathplay

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diaphragmjellyfish · 3 years

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Told You So

A/N: Lots of people seemed to like my last Paul fic, and he’s my favorite Twilight character, so I thought I’d write another one! This could be considered a part 2 to I Have This Thing, but you don’t really have to read that one first.

“How was physical therapy today, baby?” Paul asked for the 12th day in a row. Ever since you had finally told him about your vaginismus, he had been as involved as you would allow him to be in that part of your life. He was constantly checking up on you, supporting you, and being a shoulder to lean on when you had a bad session. Like today.

“Not too great,” you responded. “I mean it wasn’t awful but I couldn’t keep it in for more than 5 minutes before I started cramping super bad.”

“Aww, baby,” he cooed as he wrapped you up in a giant bear hug. “You know I’m so proud of how far you’ve come.”

You laughed lightly. Paul always cheered you up just by being here. “Thank you, Paul. It’s kind of frustrating, but more than that I’m just sore.” You had gotten comfortable with the idea that dilating would take time. There were good days and bad days, and you’d come to terms with that a long time ago. But sometimes, if your muscles were super tight or if you tried the next size too soon, you’d be left physically uncomfortable. That’s what was happening now. You guys were at a secluded beach for date night. You preferred more casual dates, where you could have privacy and be yourselves. With the whole wolf thing, you and Paul couldn’t really have super open conversations about your days in the middle of a fancy restaurant.

“Sore? Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked, with a smirk and a hint of suggestion. Since you’d allowed Paul to start doing small things with you, like fingering, he’d become the cheeky hothead you’d always heard about. Constantly flirting with you, making little comments that made your cheeks grow hot.

You gave him a light shove as he sat next to you on the blanket you’d laid out in the sand. “No. I don’t really feel like having anything else in me today,” you answered.

“I don’t… have to go in,” he suggested as he looked at you nervously. Yes, he was a flirt. But he was still always careful to not cross the line or pressure you in any way. You looked at him questioningly. All you’d ever let him do was finger you. He’d tried just rubbing your clit before, but you found that that alone wasn’t enough to get you off. You needed both, and today, you’d settle for neither.

“What if you let me eat you out?”

You stopped at this, eyes wide. There was a reason you never asked him to do that before. Several guys had tried, but you never enjoyed it. It just felt like… nothing. There wasn’t enough pressure, enough feeling to get you anywhere close. You thought you just weren’t into that. You felt like all your friends went on and on about oral sex, but to you, it was just meh. You’d never let Paul do it before because you didn’t want him to feel bad when you wouldn’t like it.

“Well, umm… “ at your hesitance, Paul was quick to back off.

“We don’t have to. It was just a suggestion,” he seemed slightly disappointed, but did well to hide it. You knew him, though.

“Paul, it’s not you. I just don’t really… like that.”

He looked at you like you had two heads. “You don’t like being eaten out,” he said bluntly, almost shocked.

You shrugged your shoulders, preparing for the usual speech. ‘Oh, you’ve just never had a guy who knows what he’s doing try,’ they’d always say, only to try themselves with the same bland result. And sometimes, they’d get mad at you like it was your fault. Say you were broken. “Nope. Just not my thing,” you said shortly, getting ready to switch topics. Paul looked super confused.

“Wait, wait. I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like being eaten out before,” he scoffed. “You’ve probably just never had a guy who knows what he’s doing.” Whoop, there it is.

“Paul, I love you, but every guy has said that exact line. And none of them have made me like it. It’s just not for me.”

“Okay, okay. No pressure. I guess I’m just curious. What about it don’t you like?” he questioned.

“I don’t know, it’s just never felt like anything. Like it just feels like a tongue, there’s no sensation, you know what I mean?”

He nodded, staring out into the ocean in deep thought. “You don’t think if you coached me through it I could make it good?”

“I mean… I don’t really know what I would even like. I don’t know how to coach you if I don’t know what’s gonna feel good,” you felt guilty, but Paul had helped you become more comfortable with boundaries, and you knew he wouldn’t be mad at you for saying no.

“Damn,” he muttered with a laugh. You nodded your head in response. “Okay, well what if we went by feeling? If it feels like nothing, you can tell me and I’ll use some more pressure. If it’s not enough friction, let me know and I can go faster.”

“You really want to try, huh?” you laughed. You trusted Paul completely. If he really wanted to eat you out, you would let him. “Just promise me your feelings won’t be hurt if I still don’t like it.”

He brought a hand up to his chest, “Cross my heart, babe.”

You exhaled a sigh. “Okay. Guess we should head back to the car then.”

“Why? No one’s here,” he smirked. You looked around, and he was right. There was a huge cliff to one side of you, and several miles of sand to the other. No one was here. And the thought of doing something so dirty out where anyone could walk by and see, well it excited you. Your blush was evident, and it was all Paul needed. He reached around, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in for a kiss. His other hand came up to cup your face, and as the kiss got more heated, you leaned back to lie on the blanket, pulling Paul on top of you. The arm that was around your shoulders came to rest next to your head, supporting his weight. Your own hands moved from around his neck down his chest, and under the thin t-shirt he was wearing, despite the chilly temperature.

He sat up and all but ripped the shirt from his body, desperate to have his hands on you again. As he leaned back down to hover over you once more, he slid on hand under your shirt. Sure, it was summer, but you guys were in Washington. On the beach. At night. It was still pretty freaking cold out.

“I’m keeping mine on, Cujo,” you laughed at his pout.

“Oh, c’mon Princess, you know I’ll keep you warm.” At this, he dragged his lips down your jaw and to your neck, suckling at the skin. You breathed out a sigh and tilted your head to the opposite side, subtly arching your back. The hand that was under your shirt crept down between your legs. He stayed on top of your jeans and rubbed your inner thighs, grabbing lightly and putting pressure in the divot of your hip, between your leg and already damp pussy. Your hands carded through his hair, tugging lightly. He nipped at your neck as he popped the button on your pants, sliding the zipper down torturously slow.

You let out a whimper, because at this point, he would normally be sliding his hand down your pants and a finger inside you. But that’s not what was happening tonight. His lips travelled from his neck, down to the top of your chest that was exposed from your shirt, and then down to your stomach. And lower, and lower. Once he reached the waistband of your pants, he sat up, kneeling between your legs. He grabbed your belt loops, pulling off your jeans, and then your underwear, and putting them in a neat pile on the side of the blanket, careful not to get sand all over them. The ocean breeze hit your hot core, and it was a strange sensation that made you shiver.

“Cold?” he questioned, full of care and concern.

“Yeah, so you better get down here and warm me up,” you smirked. His own smirk followed, and he leaned down. Instead of hovering over you, though, he brought his face down to your lower stomach once more, hooking your legs over his shoulders and bringing his hands up your sides to rest on your stomach, covering your skin with as much of his own as possible in an honest effort to make sure you weren’t cold. Even in sexy, sensual moments like this, Paul was still a sweetheart at his core.

“Remember what I said about telling me how you feel. I want a full status report, Agent Y/L/N.”

“Copy that, Detective Lahote,” you giggled back, bringing your hand up in a mock salute.

He started kissing right under your belly button, nipping and sucking at the skin before soothing with his tongue. And then he trailed kisses a couple inches lower, repeating the same process. He did this over and over, taking his sweet time worshipping your skin, before he finally reached the soft skin just above your folds. He paused, and looked up at you with a savage grin. You could definitely say that you had never been this turned on before being eaten out before.

Your hands were placed atop of his own on your stomach, gripping in anticipation. His chin dipped slightly, and he placed a soft kiss right on your clit. You felt the slight pressure of his lips, but not much else.

He looked up at you, quirking his eyebrow in question. You shook your head lightly, a sad smile on your face. Instead of looking defeated, he looked determined. “How’d it feel?”

“Not enough friction,” you answered.

Leaning back down, he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, circling around a few times before ending in a kiss. Again, nothing. Well, it felt like a tongue, but it didn’t really feel particularly good. Again, he looked up at you, and you began to feel nervous. You never want to make Paul feel like he isn’t good enough, and you worried that this situation might be doing just that.

“Talk to me, Princess,” he ordered softly.

“I… I don’t know. It just, doesn’t really feel like anything,” you responded softly.

“That’s okay. I have a couple more ideas,” he responded, his confidence never failing. This time, when he leaned down, he flicked his tongue over your clit rapidly. And when he still got no reaction, he began to feel slightly worried. He talked a big game. What if he was just like all those other assholes that never got you off? In desperation, he brought your clit and the surrounding folds between his lips and sucked.

You gasped, and sat up slightly. Oh. You weren’t expecting that. Paul smirked.

“Good?” he asked, teasingly.

“Yeah, good. Can you do that again, but a little… more?” you responded, huffing a light laugh.

His face lowered once more, and he repeated the same action as before. You bit your lip, your hips involuntarily lifting up into his face. He kept up this sucking motion several more times until he finally got a moan out of you. Soft, but he heard it. And it excited him.

He began to repeat the motion, sucking slightly harder, and playing with your clit with his tongue while he sucked it into his mouth. This had you crying out. He grabbed your hips roughly and pulled you closer to him.

“Fuck, Paul!” you gasped, hands now gripping his hair. Your hips writhed under his face, and he had to clamp his hands down tighter over your stomach to keep you still. You’d never felt anything like this before. It was strange, different from fingers or dilators, but still good.

And Paul knew, as every good lover knows, that when women are feeling good, Don’t. Change. A. Thing. So he kept up the same rhythm. Same pace. Same technique. Suck, lick, kiss. Suck, lick, kiss. For the next twenty-five minutes. You knew his jaw must be hurting by now, but every time you were about to protest, he would give an extra hard suck to your clit, shutting you up with your own moans. And you were closer than you’d ever been from oral before. You were right there on the edge.

“Oh my God, don’t stop!” you moaned in a higher pitch than before, and Paul knew you were close. 30 seconds later, your whole body was shaking, euphoria washing through your veins and your mouth opened in a silent moan. When you came down, Paul’s lips were still on your clit, only more gently now. You had to pull him away by the hair when the sensations became too much. With labored breath, you whispered a “woah.”

Paul’s only response was “Told you so.”

“Yeah, you did,” you laughed, too high on the orgasm to worry about how out-of-control his ego would be after this. He continued placing soft kisses over your stomach, hands rubbing up and down your sides while you calmed down and caught your breath. “Sorry I took so long,” you finally added.

“Hey,” he said sharply, though you knew he was messing around. “If you think for even a second that I didn’t enjoy every single minute of that, you’re crazy.”

“Ok well it’s time for me to return the favor. Roll over, Wolfie,” you chided, sitting up on your elbows.

“You already did,” at this, you looked at him confused. He looked down, cheeks turning slightly red. “I… need to change into a new pair of shorts.” You bust out laughing. It was a good night.

#paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight #wolf pack #jared cameron #quil ateara #embry call #sam uley #jacob black #seth clearwater #edward cullen #werewolf #paul lahote smut #vaginismus #vaginismus fic

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quixotic-writer · 3 years

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Sugar Daddy

request: anon

summary: When you first met Q, you had virtually no clue who he was. After a few more pricey dates, he revealed his occupation. Showering you with gifts was his love language, you weren’t about to complain!

warning: smut ahead!

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The alarm on my phone goes off as it vibrates on my bedside table. My face was mushed into the pillow that my head was resting on, I started coming to and realizing that if I hit snooze once, it would start a cycle until noon and I would be even grumpier and sluggish. I take a deep breath in and grab my phone to turn the alarm off. As I rub my eyes and sit up, I see a text notification and my heart immediately kickstarts. It was from Bri.

B Bear: Hey baby <3 Got work today?

I smile from ear to ear as I see the message. We had been dating for a while now and I was hopelessly in love with him. He was honestly perfect to me in every way. He had a sweet and loving personality, he was super funny and always had this way of making me laugh, he was geeky in the cutest way and loved showing me all his collectibles and telling me all about them, and he was protective and super caring.

The way he shows his love to me is what melts my heart the most. His protective nature got the best of him at a bar we went to together and he ended up throwing his drink in the face of a guy that wouldn’t leave me alone. We got escorted out of the bar and he kept saying sorry that he wasn’t there sooner. Any day I'm sad or in a bit of a mood, he always goes out of his way to make me laugh or smile until I forget what I was even mad about in the first place. Lastly, he constantly showers me with gifts.

Me: Good morning! No work today. Have the day off

I texted him back with a smile as I watched the little thought bubble pop up until his next message came through.

B Bear: Dinner tonight then? Murr has been pestering me endlessly about this restaurant he and Melyssa had gone to and I think it’s about time I see what the fuss is all about

Me: Sounds good!

Just then a notification came in. Brian had sent me money, and it was not at all a small amount.

B Bear: Buy yourself a new dress for tonight then princess. It’s a little more formal wear.

B Bear: I’ll pick you up at 7. Love you

Now, when I first started dating Brian, I had no clue he was on TV or any bit famous at all. When he started treating me to more extravagant gifts and dates, that’s when I asked and he revealed all to me. I felt bad and was always trying to pay for things so he didn’t think I was using him for his money, but he always insisted on paying.

“Princess, we’ve been together for how long? I know you wouldn’t use me. Let me do this for you.” He would always say. After a while, I gave up the fight and just allowed him to treat me. Soon enough I grew a collection of gorgeous jewelry, a whole new wardrobe basically filled with a variety of name brand outfits, and if I so much as mention something I own being broken he is quick to hop on it and pay to have it fixed. At this point, I really do think he is my sugar daddy, and he wasn��t at all opposed to that label. He quite liked it.

Me: You spoil me too much. I’ll see you at 7 then B <3

I throw the covers off of me and make my way to the kitchen to fix myself a bowl of cereal before I get started on my day. What a way to wake up honestly, but I was not at all complaining. I finished up breakfast and got myself cleaned up, gathered up all my things in my purse, and was out the door and headed to the mall to go and treat myself. I often worried that maybe my closet was getting a little too full, I just couldn’t bear to part with any of my outfits. The way Brian made me feel when I wore each one of them made me feel so attached to them too, even if his way of saying I looked good in it was by having it end up on his bedroom floor.

I walked through the mall, doing a little bit of window shopping at first, scoping out the scene and feeling out what I might indulge myself in today as far as fashion went. Sundresses had caught my eye, especially one that was in the window and on display; Flowing, knee length, and white. I passed it by but made sure to take a mental picture of it. As much as I adored having a sort of allowance from Bri, I wasn’t about to abuse it. Besides, that would have been yet another thing I would have to make some kind of room for in my already overstuffed closet.

‘Maybe I could bother him for a bigger closet renovation,’ I joked to myself with a smile. I continue walking through and I see it from a distance: the lingerie store. I subtly bit my lip and was then in a mental tug of war of ‘should I?’ or ‘should I not?’ But as I got closer, the temptation took over and I found myself perusing through their cutest pieces that caught my eye. The least I could do to pay Bri back for the fancy evening, would be to give him a little bit of eye candy and a good time after the meal. Black lace, gorgeous ivory teddies, sensual cherry red garter belts, it was all so nice. After finding a few cute sets, I placed them on hold because I still had a main mission in mind that I came to the mall for in the first place.

I found the perfect dress: A wine red halter top dress. It had a gorgeous waist that hugged a little at my own to give my body some definition and gorgeously flowed down to my knees. I already knew I had the perfect pair of stilettos to go with this to truly complete this boss bitch look I had going. When I returned to the lingerie store, I already knew which set was going to be mine: black lace strapless top with matching high waist garter belt and panties to complete it all.

Me: [img attch.] picked out a cute little something, can’t wait to see you daddy ;P

I had sent him a picture of my dress, nothing more just to keep an element of surprise for the evening. I wasn’t long before I got a response,

B Bear: You look so gorgeous baby

B Bear: Can’t believe someone so beautiful is all mine

Even through text he could get me to blush.

The rest of my day was spent relaxing, catching up on some reading that I had put off for so long, catching up on a few episodes of a series Bess had gotten me sucked into, and just like that, time flew quickly. I was getting myself all dolled up for dinner, butterflies in my stomach because of the excitement I felt and giddy because I had felt so pretty tonight. It wasn’t often where my confidence and self-esteem would sky rocket like this, so I took it in and embraced as much of that energy as I could.

I heard his little knock at the door, the same rhythm as always so I knew it was him. When I swung open the door, he stood there with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. He cleaned up super well as always.

“You. Look. Incredible.” He scooped me into his arms and littered my face with kisses and I giggled as his stubble tickled the skin on my face. When I stopped him, I connected our lips together, “Shall we get rolling then princess?” I nodded and we walked down to his car.

The restaurant was gorgeous to say the least. Dim golden lighting, waiters wearing tuxes, glimmering chandeliers dangling from the ceiling to illuminate the tables. Even the air felt expensive. I tensed while we were sitting at our table and looking through the menu, even though he’s taken me to countless luxurious locations, I still felt this sense of guilt for being there and almost an obligation to monetarily repay him somehow someway. I guess he could sense my tension because his hand had found its way to my wrist, his thumb stroking my skin gently and his eyes spoke volumes.

‘It’s okay.’ was all I could see in them. He never had to say a word and I felt my muscles relax again as we carried out with our meal.

Dinner was more perfect than I could ever imagine. Perhaps I had an untrained palette, but everything felt like an explosion of intense rhythmic flavor in my mouth. I savored each and every bite. I felt more relaxed as the meal went on, especially as Brian and I talked throughout the meal, we would occasionally break the snooty facade to share a laugh at something absolutely crude that would pop into our heads. I swear, because of how loud we were getting, I almost thought we were going to get kicked out… Which made us laugh even harder and get that much closer to that being a reality as other tables would shoot us a nasty high-class glare.

Our meal was settled away as once again Brian got a hold of the check. And once again I didn’t bother fighting and allowed him to treat me knowing in my head that I had much bigger plans for him once we got behind closed doors and had no one around but each other.

The car ride to his place was spent laughing at how disgusted people looked with our behavior.

“Nothing but sticks up their asses!” He said with his accent coming through thickly.

His hand was on my thigh the whole way there. He would snatch occasional glances of me at red lights or when traffic was pretty clear. The rough warmth of his palm was enough to start an inferno on my skin and cause me to bite my lip and shift in my seat.

We got to his place, he took my hand, and led me through the space that has grown so familiar to me.

“As much as I love that dress on you, I want it off as soon as possible.” He whispered in my ear as we made our way through the front door. His lips attached itself to whatever flesh was within reach which made me grow wetter by the second. His hands traced about my body, refamiliarizing himself with each curve, dip, and fold he craved. His hands were never rough, they smoothed over my body carefully, almost as if I was fragile, something delicate, it made me feel protected.

As we were in the bedroom, he was quick to undo the zipper to my dress and allow it to pool at my feet. The way his eyes lit up at what was now revealed to be hidden beneath my dress was a look that always drove me crazy.

“Did a little extra shopping today with the extra money, daddy.” I said as I pushed him to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes full of hunger and awe.

“I need to give you more money for lingerie. You look so fucking hot.” I straddled his lap, mouths attached and moving with heated passion. His coat fell away as I began tugging at his tie and the buttons on his dress shirt. I could still taste remnants of dinner on his tongue, delectable, indulgent, and I savored it all. My mouth began to move; jawline, neck, chest, stomach. I could smell where he sprayed his cologne, and I stayed where the scent was the strongest, drunk on his scent as my desire for him grew heavier with each breath. His hands held me closer to his bare skin as he let a low hum verberate within his chest. I fell away down between his legs onto my knees. He watches carefully, already out of breath and straining in his pants. I carefully remove his belt, take the zipper down with my teeth, and shed away another layer of clothes. I rub my hand over the cloth of his boxers where his straining erection was prominent, I felt him twitch at my touch and groan.

“Let me pay you back for dinner. How does that sound?” Just like a leaf in fall, the final clothing item was shed away, leaving Brian bare before me. He sat there, arms behind him pushed into the comforter of the bed for support as he eagerly anticipated my next moves, hoping it would be one that would satisfy the lustful desire he had coursing through him.

I kiss at his thighs, leaving a few love marks to show that despite being his, he was also mine. My head and hands find their way below, down to his balls where I carefully massaged them and sucked at the sensitive skin. The groans and moans that Brian was making was enough to tell me that he was enjoying himself. I began moving myself up again, kissing up along his shaft, tracing along veins with a pointed tongue and feeling him pulse beneath me as my hands ran along his thighs that would occasionally tense when I hit just the right spot. When I reached the head, I could see the pre-cum seeping out. I gave his cock a nice pump that sent more spilling out and I was quick to lick it all up.

“Baby, no more teasing. Please.” He begged brushing my hair carefully out of the way. I looked up at him with an innocent sparkle in my eyes,

“But I know you love how it feels daddy.” With a sharp inhale and his lip caught between his teeth, I finally took the first few inches of his cock into my mouth, pulling away while sucking, only to have it pop out of my mouth. I looked up at him and he was gasping for breath and his legs were trembling. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock before once more taking him into my mouth, only to repeat this cycle. I just adored hearing his whines, seeing the veins in his arms pop as he gripped the sheets into a tight fist, feeling his thighs tense and squeeze slightly together anytime a shockwave of pleasure was sent through his body.

I decided he endured enough and began carefully taking more and more of him into my mouth, head bobbing in steady rhythm. “Feels… So fucking good.” He breathed out as one of his hands made its way to the back of my head. He never pushed me further than I could go, or at all. His hand just rested on my head as though he was feeling the rhythm and pace of my head bobbing. The taste of pre-cum began getting more and more consistent, the way his legs began to tremble, “Princess, so close.” I could have came myself hearing his throat raw with desperation as he said those three words. I doubled down and took him all in. His cock hit the back of my throat and the tip of my nose hit his naval until his thighs came together and he was spilling down my throat.

My eyes were watering and my nose slightly runny, but it was always rewarding to see him so pleasured all because of me. He pulled me up and his lips were once more attached to my skin, littering the delicate flesh where my neck and my shoulder met with love bites of varying hues.

“Mine,” He would grunt whenever his lips would depart from my skin and then go right back.

He laid me delicately on my back and I felt his cock – still rock hard – resting against my thigh as he kissed my forehead, “Love you,” he says before kissing my lips, “so perfect,” his fingers pushed the panties I wore aside, not even bothering to remove them which honestly made it all so much hotter, “my princess.” He slid into me easily, filling me whole as my eyes rolled back at the sensation, lips parted as humid breath left my lungs.

“Daddy.” I couldn’t let out anymore as my nerves all stood on end as he began to rock his hips steadily into mine.

“You feel so good around my cock. Something so perfect is all mine.” I wrapped my legs around him, beckoning him closer and deeper. The way his cock curved hit all my sensitive spots and it wasn’t long before I was seeing stars, the noises that wanted so badly to break free past my lips but fell stuck within my throat as I was blissed out in pleasure. My muscles tightened around his cock as I experienced pure euphoria, “god you feel even better when you cum all over my cock sweetheart.” his hips continued working and I felt overstimulated, but I absolutely loved it. “Came that hard and I didn’t even have to touch your clit.”

As my body rocked, but boobs started spilling out of the strapless bra. Brian took notice and was quick to crane his neck down and lick around my hardened nipple. He licked, sucked, and lightly bit around the sensitive buds which only added to the extreme pleasure I was experiencing as my body started building up to another orgasm. I held his head in close with a desire to be as close to him as physically possible, aching to feel every inch of his skin, wanting nothing more but for him to feel exactly what I feel: Lustful love.

His hips started working faster and faster and his rhythm was slowly losing any trace of precise tempo. His hand slipped between us, fingers working at my clit and sending me over the edge once again with a cry.

“Princess… Gonna cum again. Where?” He couldn’t even get a full sentence out as he grit his teeth and words were quickly replaced with grunts.

“Cum daddy. Just do it. Wanna make you feel good!” I said as his head was buried in my shoulder, my arms wrapped around his neck bracing for his inevitable climax. With a few more harsh thrusts, he was buried deep within me as I felt warm spurts filling me, my legs holding us close together, intertwined as we pant and catch our breaths.

“I love you so much baby. I love you.” He said with a final kiss and our foreheads pressed together.

Once he had come down from his high, he went and grabbed a towel for me and helped clean me up.

“Thank you for tonight.” I said softly as he held me close in his arms.

“Anything for you princess. You deserve the world.” He kissed the top of my head and brushed my hair out of my face. “You have amazing taste in lingerie also.”

#suki writes #q x reader #brian quinn x reader #smut

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