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Disneyland trip – Dawson Mercer

dawson!mercer x fem!reader summary: Your long-planned trip to Disneyland ends up being the best trip of your life when Dawson finally makes the last move for you to become a family A/N: Hi! Request that I've been working on for a while now, but it's finally done! So here you go!! requested: yes/no gif not mine likes are good, reblogs are better <3 word count: 1,25K warning(s): proposal, happy crying, Disneyland, cute Dawson, talks about the past but only a few sentences, kissing

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Sitting in the passenger seat, your leg bouncing from the excitement of visiting Disneyland. It has been your dream since you were a child, but your parents were so busy arguing your whole childhood, that they never took you there.

Your childhood wasn’t bad, but neither was good. Your weekends were spent in your room, as you played with your toys, or you were out with your friends.

Now sitting here, twenty-one years old, with your hot ass boyfriend driving you to the Disneyland in Anaheim. His hand resting on your tight, the other one gripping the steering wheel as he hums in the rhythm of the song playing on the radio. You look over at him, a loving smile forming on your lips as you place your hand on his, squeezing it.

“Thank you, Dawson,” you whisper not wanting to interrupt the pleasant silence. Dawson looks over to you, a small smile on his full lips.

“Every time, babes. You deserve the word. And I’ll do everything to give you one.” He brings your entwined hands to his mouth and kisses your every knuckle. Your cheeks redden at his words and action a quiet giggle escaping your lips. “We’re here baby.” He points towards the areal, your eyes catch the sleeping beauty castle. Your eyes light up with excitement as you bounce on the seat slightly, Dawson laughing at your excitement.

He parks the car in the empty parking space killing the engine. Before you can open your doors, he’s holding them open, helping you to get out.

“Here you go, princess.” He bows in front of you with a laugh.

“Idiot.” You giggle, closing the doors behind you. Dawson cages you between the car and his warm hard body.

“But yours baby,” he nuzzles his nose in your neck inhaling deeply. He loves how you smell. The sweet smell of your perfume and your body scent. “Only yours.” His eyes meet yours, his head bending down to connect your lips.

“Okay, let's go! I want to see everything.” You push him away after a while, almost running to buy a ticket. To your surprise, there are not many people waiting in line, so after ten minutes of waiting you and Dawson finally get your chance to buy the tickets. When the lady tells you the price, you pull your card out to pay for it only to be met with Dawson’s mobile on the payment terminal. You pour your lips, frowning at him, but you don’t say anything. With a smile and goodbye, you take the tickets finally walking towards the entrance.

You don’t what to look at first when you get in. There are so many things you want to see, but you know, you don’t have the time to see everything. You intertwine your hand with Dawson’s tugging him to the first thing you want to see. The Sleeping Beauty castle.

After an hour of walking around Disneyland, you’re having a small break to get some food and drink. You’re sitting on a bench in front of Critter Country, waiting for you to get on another attraction the many adventures of Winnie the Pooh. You’re holding a milkshake in your right hand with the left hand, you’re going through your bag to get some napkins out for you two. You look over at Dawson, who’s holding two big hotdogs in his hand, one halfway done as he chews on his bite. You took your hotdog from him, taking a bite by yourself, groaning at the taste.

“Uh, stop it!” Dawson says immediately, looking around. “That sound is only for my ears, love.” He says so seriously.

“I’m sorry, babe.” You giggle swallowing your bite.

“S’Okay, but hurry up, so we get in the house as soon as possible, okay?” Dawson stands up, and stands in front of you, shielding you from the sun. You look up at him your eyes are squinted from the light.

“Thank you.” Your words are muffled by the food in your mouth. Dawson nods his eyes, sipping from his drink.

When you’re done with your food and milkshake, you finally make your way inside the section. You’re currently walking over the human Winnie the Pooh when Dawson lets go of your hand. Not caring you keep looking around you in awe. But when you turn around after a few minutes, Winnie is in front of you, down on one knee, and in one of his hands is a black box. Confused you look around looking for Dawson. Of course when you hear his laugh, from the costume, tears sprung in your eyes.   

Dawson takes off the head, a wide smile on his lips as he’s looking up at you, sparkle in his eyes.

“Y/n we’ve been together for five years and not once I doubt your love and mine. I knew the first time I saw you dancing in that bar I knew you would somehow change my life, but I didn’t expect you to change it so much. The night I met you, my life turned from black and white into a spectrum of colors and I’m so glad for it. You taught me how to love myself, and how to be grateful for every win and loss because losing makes me stronger and wiser. Y/N I LOVE YOU MUCH. And as Leo vowed to Paige, ‘I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once-in-a-lifetime love,’.” He stops for a while to take in breath before he finally says the four words. You are already crying like a baby from that speech. Because fuck…you know how much he hates this film even though you love it, and he remembers the phrase. “Will you marry me?” his voice is now shaky, his hands opening the box revealing a silver ring with ruby in the middle of it.

You start nodding your head not trusting your voice. But when he stands up you let out a sob with a laugh. “Yes, yes, yes. I’ll marry you.” You hug him around his neck, pulling as close as it’s possible. Applause interrupts around you, making you two pull away. You laugh at the people watching you, some even filming this. You look at Dawson again, kissing him so passionately he stumbles backward laugh escaping his slips.

“I love you so much,” he whispers on your lips, hugging you tightly in himself. “Wanna try the ring on?” he whispers in your ear pulling away from you slightly.

“Yeah.” You nod your head wiping the tears away. Dawson takes the ring in his hand sliding it on your ring finger, your eyes welling up with tears over again. “I love you, Dawson, so much.” You choke on your sob.

“And I love you, baby. So fucking much!” he dips his head down, kissing you softly with a smile on his lips. “Let’s go enjoy the rest of the trip.” He pulls away looking over to a guy who was probably in the costume before him. He strips from it handing it to the guy thanking him.

The rest of the day, you couldn’t keep your eyes from the ring sitting on your finger, feeling so happy for the man who placed it on.

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BETRAYED - FINAL CHAPTER

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro invites you to be his plus one for the night but his attention is caught by another woman and leaves you with a broken heart

Warnings: smut (masturbation f!, implied unprotected p in v, light spanking, a little bit of biting kink if you squint, dirty talk in english and spanish) and fluff, like A LOT OF FLUFF

A/N: It's the end 😭 the end of my beloved and beautiful series. A series that wasn't supposed to be a series, it started as a one shot and it became a series thanks to you all who asked for more, gave me feedbacks suggestions, sent me asks and showed me support! I know I couldn't please everyone as some of you wanted a sad ending and also some people weren't not pleased with some plots (chapter seven, anyone? hehehe) still, I loved every part of it and I am sad it's over but I am also pretty excited to see it is the very first time I actually end a story I began. I hope you enjoy this last chapter and the series as much as I did ❣️

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE | PART SIX | PART SEVEN | PART EIGHT | PART NINE

The ride home was extremely difficult as you and Pedro had a hard time keeping your hands off each other. After dancing together at the wedding and teasing each other shamelessly in public, you two couldn't contain yourselves. If he could, he would have you right there and then, but at the same time, he wanted to have a special first time with you. You were the woman he loved, and not some lay for the night, but god knew how much willpower it took him.

You couldn't stop kissing him, as you two exited the ballroom, you pushed him against the wall, getting his suit jacket off in the middle of the hallway "fuck you Pedro" you whispered "you don't have the right of being this hot" you chuckled against his ear.

All you got was a smirk and a smack on the ass, drawing a loud moan from your mouth. He pulled you even closer "come on muñequita, let's get you out of here"

•••

You pressed your thighs together as you watched Pedro drive. He was focused on the road, his knuckles turning white at how tight he gripped the steering wheel, so impatient to get home, but it seemed it was taking too long.

You watched his side profile, your heart beating faster at how handsome he was. You took in every feature of his, he was gorgeous and he was about to be yours, just as you were about to be his. You felt the anticipation in your entire body, your lust for him, growing at every passing moment. You observed his profile and remembered when was the last time he gave you a ride. How scared you were, when you thought you were pregnant and he was by your side. Even if you both weren't on your best senses and things were shaken between the two of you. You remembered how sweet he was that night, how soft his touches were on your skin and how he did everything in his power to give you comfort.

Your heart tightened and you leaned towards him, kissing his neck gently and startled him.

"Shit princesa, careful, I gotta drive" he said in his husky voice, though your neck kisses sent shivers down his spine. He chuckled and held your head in place with one hand "you're a naughty little girl, aren't you, mariposa? You're dying to be my sweet little puta" his hand slid down your hair caressing it before making its way down your back. He saw how you lifted your hips softly and squeezed your cheeks, not getting enough of your delicious sexy ass.

"Please Pedro, we gotta stop somewhere, I need you now" you purred at him, biting your lips and earned a scoff "I told you to be patient, cariño, you are not gonna be fucked in the car like any slut, you deserve my home, my bed" my heart, he thought to himself and smiled, briefly turning his attention to you, pecking your cheek gently "besides, you aren't any slut, you are my puta" he winked and looked at the road again.

You could barely hold yourself as you really wanted the man, it had been far too long and you just wanted his touch and nothing else. He couldn't concentrate with you squirming in the passenger seat so Pedro took one hand to your thigh, caressing it softly, feeling how soft you were under his fingertips, going further and finding your lace panties under it. He couldn't see them, but he could feel them and boy, they were wet.

He glanced at you "shit Y/N, you're a fucking tease, know that?" He said and instructed you to open your legs wider and giving him more space to feel you up.

He pulled your panties to the side and touched your slit. Your warmth was welcoming to his touch, he could feel your wetness pooled and spread it up and down. Pedro wanted to explore your body, but he couldn't at that moment, so he reserved that moment to touch your clit, making you whimper. He rubbed it in circular moments, seeing how you bucked your hips towards his hand, rubbing yourself on it as much as you could.

It took a lot of control so he wouldn't stop the car right there to fuck you senseless but now you were almost home.

He took his hand away and saw how coated his fingers were in your honey.

He took them to his mouth and sucked on it "mmm eres tan dulce mi muñequita" he praised and not resisting it took his finger to your pussy one more time, repeating his motion and getting them coated once more. He smirked at you, rubbing his finger on his bottom lip and smearing your juices over it "come on princesa, taste yourself" he told you in a husky voice.

As you kissed his lips, you felt your own taste. It was so obscene and dirty and you loved every single minute of it.

You knew there were only some blocks left until you got to his house, but it didn't stop you from rubbing his hard cock over his clothes to get your man some relief.

•••

The ride home left the two of you hot and bothered but as soon as you two stepped foot into his home, Pedro pulled you for a sloppy kiss. He wanted all of you, every single piece of you. The first thing he did was to get rid of his suit jacket, he just couldn't stand that amount of clothes on his body and certainly couldn't stand to see you so covered up like that. It was going to be your first time together, as a couple, as two people who loved each other and weren't afraid to show that. No tricks, no games, just the two of you.

He broke the kiss and rubbed your sides up and down, taking his lips to your neck as his smart hands found the zipper of your dress, opening it with no difficulty and seeing it fall onto your feet.

You stood in nothing but your lingerie and your heels in front of him, his gaze burning your skin at how he stared at you, at first you could see the admiration as to him, nothing was more beautiful, but you could swear his eyes darkened in desire and suddenly you felt like a prey waiting for the predator's next move.

Pedro took a step closer and lifted you up, making you squeal in surprise. He looked down at you and placed a sweet kiss to your forehead, in contrast to all the desire he had within.

"You deserve the best, cariño" he winked and took you to his bed, bridal style.

As soon as your back hit the mattress, he stood up at his full height, admiring your body "undress for me, papi" you pouted at him

"Never took you for someone who would call me daddy, Y/N" he said as he slowly undid his tie and stared down at your body groaning under his breath as you boldly reached for his crotch and caressed his painful boner.

"Fine, princesa, I'll undress you if you are a good girl for me, think you can do that?" You nodded "so first things first, these shoes stay" he pointed at your feet "and now be my sweet little puta, got it?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, kissing you deeply, his tongue against yours, your hot breath mixing in your desperate moans before he placed his tie on your mouth, wrapping it around your head and tying it, gagging you.

Pedro pulled your bra down, exposing your hard nipples and purred in approval, kissing each one of them taking his time, before wrapping his lips around them, suckling on them and flicking his tongue over them.

"Fuck princess, how many times I've seen you swimming in my pool and your sweet hard nipples so visible in your slutty bikini… you teased me so much, mi amor, you deserve to be spanked" he got rid of your bra, freeing your breasts and caressing your tits.

You rolled on your stomach at his order and Pedro immediately swatted down your ass cheeks.

The reddish tone of his hand immediately spread through your skin with a stinging sensation. You whimpered and earned another swat. Now both of your cheeks had the same shade and Pedro loved the sight. He leaned towards you, massaging your ass, feeling the heat of your sensitive skin against his palm.

"So beautiful, so hermosa mi amor" he murmured and kissed the small of your back, going his way down your cheeks, kissing them gently at the same time he used his big hands to spread them apart. Pedro could see how the string of your panties barely covered your holes, the wet cloth brushing against your sensitive slit.

He sank his teeth down your flesh gently, love bites on your plump cheeks, dragging whimpers and moans from you.

He pulled your panties to the side, groaning in approval at the sight of you completely exposed to him.

He didn't think twice before sinking his face into your core, tasting you and slurping your juices like a starving man.

You'd never felt that way with anyone, the way your skin felt on fire, like you'd burst into flames when he took you over edge at how many times he pleased you.

You welcomed him length inside of you, loving his weight against your body, his touches, whimpers and grunts, having him whole, his load deep into your womb until you finally relaxed in each other's embrace.

•••

After you spent your first night with Pedro, you also spent other nights with him, and mornings, and afternoons and as many days as you possibly could fit into your hectic schedule.

Pedro flew all over, busy with work. He was shooting movies, doing photoshoots, having interviews, attending events and it seemed everyone wanted a piece of your boyfriend.

Yes, boyfriend.

After the first time you slept together, Pedro woke you up with his lips pressed against your neck, his beard tickling your skin and a beautiful breakfast waited for you at the kitchen table. He grinned proudly at how surprised you seemed but eventually admitted he had ordered it from your favorite bakery.

It didn't matter, you loved it anyway.

And just as you ate breakfast, Pedro took your hand and caressed your knuckles so gently "I want you to be my girlfriend" he said in a shy tone "I am done playing games, Y/N, I want us to be together once for all" he said and looked into your eyes "remember when I told you about my dream?" He blushed and looked down for a moment, before staring at you again "I want it, with you and only you and if you want it as well, it doesn't have to be now, but if you say yes, then I'll be the happiest man in the world" he didn't even take a breath between sentences, those big brown puppy eyes waiting for an answer.

And your answer of course, had to be yes.

After a couple of months, Pedro asked you to move in with him, not move in together per se, as he was away so much from work you guys didn't get to live together though you shared the same house. But it was a logical conclusion to accept. That way you would save up money from rent, his house wouldn't be unattended for so many months and overall his home was bigger and more comfortable than yours. Not to mention his swimming pool was more than welcome on hot days.

Still, you didn't feel so happy when he wasn't around, but everything reminded you of him. His clothes, his cologne, his belongings, everything made the distance a little less painful.

You weren't expecting Pedro for another week while you prepared yourself a bath. You had had a stressful day at work and you needed to unwind a little.

You waited for the water to fill up the tub and picked a bath bomb. You chuckled to yourself as you remembered the times you shared the tub with Pedro. You really missed him and you sighed sadly. You took off your robe and sank yourself in the water.

You had no idea how long you'd spent in the tub, but when you were done, you could see your fingers were wrinkled at the contact with water for so long. You finally gathered the courage to break your laziness haze and dried yourself.

Pedro entered the house quietly. Though most lights were out indicating you were upstairs it just felt like home. He wasn't arriving to an empty home, he could feel the warmth inside, the one that irradiates from people, he could also smell your delicious dinner, set on the counter, cooling down before being eaten. He could smell your perfume, see your small little things scattered here and there, and he knew he was home.

It was just like his dream, though there weren't any kids around, you were home to him and he wanted to keep you close forever.

He could hear you upstairs, probably using the tub and smiled to himself, letting the house in dim lights. He sat down onto the couch and relaxed for a while.

When you finally went downstairs, you didn't remember leaving some of the lights on and frowned softly. When you got into the kitchen, you found Pedro with a bottle of water.

You squealed in happiness and ran to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and laughing as he held your hips, sustaining your weight and lifting you up.

"Mi amor, I missed you so much!!!" You said excitedly using the same pet name he had for you.

Pedro didn't say a word, he just kissed you, wanting you more than anything and once you broke the kiss, he looked at you, he took a real good look at you and his heart raced. He had made so many plans for which moment he would pick for that, but it felt perfect for him at that right time and he silently fell on his knees in front of you, getting a box out of his pocket and showing you the ring. Needless to explain, you said yes.

•••

You bit your lips as the song started playing. You'd been through so many emotions that evening but there was something more to what you were living at that moment.

Pedro took your hand and gently pulled you close to his body, he kissed your forehead and placed his hands on your hips, you looked at the small crowd of friends and family watching your first dance as a married couple and felt your heart flutter. You looked up at him and laughed softly, kissing his lips gently, earning a cheer from the guests.

You rested your head against Pedro's chest as you both swayed to the slow song and you remembered the time he broke your heart by dancing with another woman. Your arms tightened around his body unconsciously but immediately brushed off the thought. It didn't matter anymore, you and Pedro had had your dark moments, but you both overcame what happened, and improved yourselves for each other. You met again and finally admitted your feelings and now you were finally married. There were no more hidden, unrequited feelings, no more secrets from the media, you were his and he was yours. You still weren't so sure about kids. Sometimes you wanted them desperately and sometimes you were thankful you didn't have to worry about them at all.

But you had talked about maybe start trying for one next summer, once Pedro was done shooting and of course, when you had enjoyed your honeymoon. It didn't matter one bit, you had him and now he was your husband.

You looked into his eyes

"I love you, husband" you giggled "te amo mi amor" you told him in your bad spanish.

He smiled big and placed another peck on your lips

"Te amo mucho mi cariño, I love you wife"

It seemed after all, you and Pedro finally got the happy ending you both dreamed of.

The end

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A/N: IT'S OVER 😭 I'm so happy I finally managed to finish a story because I have never finished a story before, lmao, but I am kinda sad because I enjoyed writing this story so much. I hope you guys have liked it and don't worry, there might be another Pedro angst piece coming soon, it's just an idea that's popped into my head but I already tell you it won't be a long series like Betrayed and there will be no happy ending 😭

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Wait you love me?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, a bit of language, then fluff

Words: Just over 900 words

A/N: Welcome to day 3 of Flufftober. Prompt: "Wait you love me?" "I always have". Thanks @flufftober for this interesting challenge. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list. Thanks for reading!

The drive home from the restaurant was quiet - too quiet. You had a magical night with Bucky, having fun watching a movie and then a lovely dinner at a sophisticated restaurant that Bucky had chosen. He knew you didn't need anything fancy, but he still went out of his way to spoil you often. The evening was going perfectly until it wasn't anymore.

Your dessert had just been placed in front of you when it started. You were having a slice of cheesecake while Bucky chose a chocolate lava cake when it happened. Bucky was giving you a bite of his dessert when a group of young men walked in and took the table next to you. When they saw Bucky's metal arm, they started whispering between themselves. It had taken you and the others months to get Bucky comfortable without wearing gloves, only for this one moment to ruin all his hard work accepting his metal arm.

At first, Bucky pretended he couldn't hear their whispers, but as their voices grew louder, even you could hear them commenting on Bucky's history as the Winter Soldier. You wanted to kick their ass, but Bucky begged you to ignore them. He didn't want to make a scene and asked you not to either. The two of you quickly finished your desserts, Bucky paid, and now you were stuck in a car so thick with silence, that you felt like you might choke on it.

"Bucky, those guys don't have any idea what they're talking about, don't let it go to your head. You're not him anymore."

"Hmm," Bucky mumbles, eyes focusing on the road ahead. His hands grip the steering wheel so tight that you're afraid he'll snap it right off.

Not knowing what to do, you try to give him space to calm down.

"Bucky, talk to me," you ask as you help him take off his suit jacket.

The two of you are back in your shared room, alone at last. Sometimes it's difficult staying in the tower with the other Avengers, everyone wanted to know how your date went, what you did, things like that. They genuinely wanted to know if you had fun, but you just wanted to get your boyfriend alone.

"There's nothing to talk about, doll. Everything is fine," Bucky says softly as he turns and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He's turned away from you, but you can still hear the hurt in his voice.

"Everything's not fine. I know you, Bucky. I don't want to push you -"

"Then don't! I told you, I'm fine!" Bucky barks out, his brows lowered and lip set in a harsh line as he throws his shirt on the chair. He sits down on the side of the bed and starts removing his shoes.

"The hell you are! I don't know what they said but I know you heard it and that it's going to your head, making you question everything." You stand in front of him, still wearing all your clothes, not willing to back down from this.

Bucky's anger disappears almost instantly. "Exactly, you have no idea what they said." He lowers his head as he takes a deep breath. When his eyes meet yours, they are cold and full of determination.

"This is just becoming a bit much, I thought I was ready for a relationship but I guess not." When your brows narrow in confusion, he looks away instantly.

"This is becoming too much? You mean me?" You feel like your heart is breaking, as moisture gathers on the corners of your eyes.

"I mean this relationship." When he won't look at you, you feel the first tear drop down your cheek. Things had been going great between you two. How could he say that to you now? No, you won't accept this.

"Bullshit!" You lunge for him, hitting him on the chest when he stands up to stop you. "You don't get to decide that! I don't care what those men said, I'm not letting you leave me!"

Bucky grabs your arms, holding them still so you'll stop pounding on his chest. "I care! I'm not good enough for you, you should find someone else to be with. Someone better!"

"There's no one better for me Bucky! Why are you saying this?" Your tears are running freely now, his words hurting more than you can take.

"Because I love you! You deserve the world, not some assassin with seventy years of blood on his hands!"

You still in his arms, his words sinking in slowly. "Wait, you love me?" You meet his tired gaze, daring him to take back his words.

"I always have." He says it so simply, like it's the one truth he is sure of in his life.

"Bucky, I love you too. I don't want to be with anyone else. You are the man I love, this Bucky. I don't care what happened in the past, I just want to be part of your future." When he lets go of your arms, you gently cup his cheek, sighing with relief when he rubs against your hand.

"Say it again? Please?" His arm wraps around your middle, pulling you closer to his strong body.

You gaze deep into his blue eyes, letting him see the truth in your eyes. "I love you, Bucky. And you love me. I'm not going to let anything keep us apart."

"I love you so much, doll. I never meant to hurt you, I'm so sorry," he says as he pulls you onto the bed next to him. You lay beside him, willing to take anything the world throws at you, as long as he keeps loving you.

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pervy best friend itto mngnnfnrnrnedhsh (i’m insane) (slightly yandere ???)

itto x afab! reader

desc: modern au, VERY NSFW!!! kinda dubcon? itto being veryveryvery pervy n dirty n stupid, he’s just a big dummy who needs smth to fuck!!! not proof read i’m lazy oops

kinks included: blood, biting, bruising, choking, breeding, pet names, thigh riding, pain, scratching, hair pulling

itto can’t help it when you wear short bottoms, his gaze always trails to your perfect thighs. when you bend over he can’t help the boner he gets seeing your ass, especially when you’re wearing tight bottoms and he can see the outline of your pussy. he’s just so enamored and infatuated.

today you and itto were going out shopping. it was more or less you try a million things on and he drools over you for a few hours. at one of the stores you found an adorable mini pleated skirt that went perfectly with the top you were wearing. “itto, doesn’t this look perfect? it’s so cute with this outfit…” you took a peak at the price tag and gasped, “oh nooo! i’m not gonna be able to get it, this is way too expensive!”

itto immediately perked up at thought of treating you to something so cute. surely he’d get you to pay him back in… other ways. there was a sound of something dropping on the floor, your hair clip, oh no! itto watched as you bent down to grab it and went red when he saw your panties that didn’t fully cover your pussy. yeah, he needed you to get this skirt. “don’t sweat it, itto’s got’cha!”

“are you sure? this is 5,000 mora… that’s really expensive for just a skirt…” you asked him hesitantly.

“yeah, yeah, it’s no problem. you can always pay me back later, it looks great on you anyway!” he said with a little too much excitement. next thing you know he’s buying it for you and you’re walking out with a brand new skirt that’s gonna get you into trouble later.

on the drive back to itto’s he felt himself struggling. his jeans felt painful and he had a vice like grip on the steering wheel. it was hard for him to pay attention to the road when your thighs looked so tempting, he wanted to die between them. his hand was softly placed on your thigh and without a warning he squeezed tight. you didn’t know what to do, all you did was look at him with big eyes in confusion.

“uhm… itto? everything okay?” you asked, worry lacing your words.

“mhm, mhm, all good. don’t worry your pretty little head” he was fighting the urge to pull over and just fuck you then and there. he looked to your chest and gripped tighter, good god your boobs were perfect.

your breath hitched, he was being weird again! dammit itto! you couldn’t lie, it kinda turned you on, feeling like a lamb next to a wolf. you squished your thighs together, feeling some sort of heat grow between your legs.

itto could smell that he was turning you on, being an oni had its perks. his hand trailed further up your thigh until it was a mere inch away from your pussy. the heat coming from between your thighs was making his brain go numb. he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment and you both took an awkward ride up the elevator. you felt oh so small, and he felt hungry.

once into his apartment, he just stood and stared at you for a moment. you were used to it, sometimes you did things to turn him on on purpose because it felt nice to have someone look your way. but right now it felt different. you were helpless and at his disposal, alone in his apartment.

suddenly, he marched up to you and grabbed your hand. you let out a squeak of surprise and stumbled behind him. once in his room, he slammed the door shut and shoved your body onto his bed. you were a bit scared now, you didn’t know what was to happen. he took a step toward you and lifted your chin, making you look into his eyes, “i can’t hold back anymore, ‘m sorry angel face.”

your heartbeat increased and within seconds his bottoms were down below his hips and you were pinned. you felt something hard and hot against your thigh. when you felt the wet tip you knew it had to be his cock rubbing against you. he let out needy moans and whines, just begging to be inside of you.

“let me fuck you, pretty please? you’ve been tempting me for so, so long. i bought you that skirt, you owe me” he said with a husky voice.

you looked up at him, eyes a bit teary. “i- uhm…” you stuttered out. you didn’t know what to do. you were confused and kinda scared and really horny now. “…yes” you gave him the go ahead and he was so so happy.

he kissed you hard, fangs catching on your lips. it was sloppy and wet in the hottest way. his fingers trailed to your pussy and slipped right in. it hurt because of his nails, but he needed to prep you a little bit first. he kept rutting against your thigh as he fingered you, moaning into your mouth. he pulled away from the kiss, drool and blood lacing his lips. you licked your own, they hurt and you could feel spots where he tore skin. seeing your bloody and bruised lips only turned him on more.

he took his fingers out of you, there was a bit of blood due to his finger scratching your insides, but he didn’t really care anymore. it was more of a turn on anyway. “lemme cum inside of you, wanna fill you up ‘n breed you, doll” he whispered into your ear. you did nothing but nod in agreement.

he tried to enter you slowly, but god you were so tight. he slammed in, his dick stretching out your poor pussy. you let out a cry as he did, “itto! slow down, hurts!”

he breathed heavily, something primal was taking over. as much as he didn’t wanna hurt you, he needed to cum inside you. your cries of pleasure and pain only edged him on, he needed this. “i’m sorry, can’t stop.”

he pulled out, hooking your legs over his shoulders and slamming back in. he went hard and fast as he watched your tits bounce with every thrust. your eyes rolled back, you were getting so so close to cumming.

“itto! fuck! more more please more ‘m gonna-“ you were cut off by your own scream as you came all over him. itto let out a gutteral moan watching your face contort in pure bliss.

all that came out of him was animalistic grunts and groans until he finally came inside of you. he wasn’t done with you yet though. he flipped you over, ass in the air and face in a pillow. he mounted you, fucking you even harder and digging his nails into the fat of your ass and thighs. you felt blood trailing down, but you didn’t even care anymore. all you could focus on was how good you felt.

he grabbed you by the throat, pulling you up against his body as he fucked you. “‘m gonna claim you baby, you’re mine. mine as long as you live. i’m gonna make you mine forever” he said, biting down hard in the area between your neck and shoulder. you screamed in pain, cumming as he bit down. your hands went behind itto’s head and you pulled at his hair. he kept his fangs locked in place. one hand stayed on your throat and the other trailed down to your lower abdomen. he pressed hard, feeling his cock bulge from your tummy. he came inside you again.

you both stayed in the same position, his fangs unlatching. “mine mine mine, mine forever, got it? ahh, fuck! fuck, ‘m gonna breed you full. want you dripping with my cum, got it?” he asked you.

you nodded your pretty little head. that’s all you could do. you were so brain dead by now. his hand travelled lower, going from your stomach to your clit. he rubbed it in circles, only increasing your pleasure. he bit all over your neck, leaving little marks to let people know who you belonged to. “ah, itto! ‘m gonna cum again! lemme, please please please!” you begged him.

“go ahead baby, do it for me” he said before biting down again. you came together, finally satisfying itto. he held you up for a moment, then you both fell down onto the bed. itto took your sweaty clothes off of you before removing his own.

you felt hot and sticky and in pain. you just laid there, questioning what the fuck just happened. it didn’t feel real, but the bruises and blood were proof enough, let alone the cum dripping from you. itto laid down next to you, rubbing circles on your tummy. he pulled you close and buried his face into the crook of your neck where he claimed you as his. “‘m gonna love you forever, doll. you’re stuck with me now. if i didn’t give ‘ya any babies this time we’ll keep tryin’, okay?” he said sweetly.

what the fuck did you get yourself into?

[oh-its-souichi]

Ghost of you

Dabi x reader

"Where are they?" Dabi growled, gripping the steering wheel of the shitty beater the two of you had stolen two towns over. You flipped around in your seat, your eyes cascading the beautiful countryside. There were vast fields of rice crops, and in the distance, you saw a shack that you guessed housed a farmer and his wife. You pictured how they looked, and you imagined they were worn with rough hands, but happy. You glanced at Dabi and thought for a moment what Dabi and you would have looked like if your life would have gone a different way, a more peaceful way.

You looked at him now, and he was gritting his teeth, his hands tight on the wheel. His blue eyes darted around the road in front of him. You couldn't help but think he looked so beautiful.

He did a double take at you "Y/N!" He yelled and you snapped back to reality. You looked to the left and saw three or so cop cars ripping through the field, they had just come into view over a small hill. "There!" You yelled, you threw your body half way out of the window next to you and sent a blast of glass shards into the dirt ten feet around and behind you. They stuck up about two feet and would reak hell on any tire they fell upon it.

Dabi punched on the gas and your back wedged harder into the side of the car. You punched the roof "Touya that hurt dickhead" you yelled sending out another blast.

Inside he rolled your eyes. "Oh sure, let me slow down matter of fact let me just fucking pull over, you want to get out and stretch, princess." He quipped the stress evident in his voice. It took a lot to make Dabi crack. You sighed and started to climb back in the car "Im sorry alright ju-"

Before the words left your mouth, there was a violent impact on your side. Still climbing in your head snapped back and crushed into the rearview mirror, your body crumpled down, and blood sprayed out of your head. "Fuck" he yelled and grabbed onto you leg yanking you the rest of the way into the car. "Y/n!" He yelled again to no avail. The black car crushed into the car again and Dabi ripped his eyes off of you. "Hold on baby, fuck these guys" he muttered. He took his gun out of his jeans and aimed it for the drivers head, pulling the trigger and blasting through the back window. It busted through their window, causing them to swerve off course but only for a moment until they were right back on his ass. He was fine with that, though, because that opened up opportunity, and that is what he thrived off of - what both of you thrived off of. He shot a wall of blue fame through the back of the car and into theirs. If it didn't burn up the driver, it would definitely burn up the engine and he didnt want to stick around and watch that explosion.

The black car slammed on its brakes, colliding with into the one police cruiser that made it through your forest of glass. He cheered punching the dash "yeah fuck you guys!!" He screamed in celebration punching a hole through the dashes cheap plastic. "Baby di-" he cut himself off. You had crumpled down onto the floor in front of the seat, blood coating you and everything that lay around you. He watched for the rise and fall of your chest, holding his breathe until he saw your shoulders raise slightly with each breathe in. It was shallow, but at least you were still breathing.

He punched the gas again and drove into the night, driving until the piece of shit car ran out of gas outside of another shitty small town. There were a few houses, a handful of stores and a janky hotel.

He unloaded you and a bag of both of your belongings out of the car and carried you into town.

...

The hotel owner didn't ask questions and just handed him a key and turned his head. The room was on the third floor, and by the second flight of stairs, his legs weaped for repreave. Now that the adrenaline rush had warn off, he felt completely exhausted.

As he reached the third floor, he looked off the balcony of the hotel, noticing how bright the stars showed in to ever piercing dark. In the city, he couldn't remember the last time he saw the stars, looked at the sky, but out here, it seemed like you could see the universe. He looked down at you and wished he could show you. You were always going off about scenery and shit.

Taking the last couple steps down the hallway he reached your room and haphazardly unlocked it balancing you and the bag in his arms, he kicked open the door and threw you onto the bed with a sigh and along with the bag he crumpled onto the floor "for fucks sake" he exhaled feeling his legs and back scream. The burns on his arms were oozing with blood and pain for the blast he set off.

He kicked off his shoes and stood back up, slipping off your shoes and undressing you from your wet, bloody clothes. He noticed pale cracks in your skin that splintered up from your hands like glass. Ever since he had known you- your quirk had always given you hell, much like his own. Only this time he noticed your finger tips were sliced and bleeding. He grabbed your hand, followed the wound, and noticed they were completely sliced up like the glass had been meant to stop you and not the cop cars. He sighed and sat on the bed next to you, holding his face in his hands. He didnt want this to be your life. The only reason you were on the run right now was because of him and as the days passed and he got in more and more trouble, he doubted how well he would be able to protect you. Especially since your body was starting to tear itself apart. With another sigh he undressed himself and found his way next to you in bed wrapping his arms around you tightly. He had first met you when the two of you were quite young, elementary school. At first you annoyed him but soon a friendship grew between you. Now he loved you and didnt want to see you hurt anymore.

...

Dabi took a drag off his cigarette and exhaled, thinking of those days. It was a few years later now, he wasnt a teenager anymore but an adult. The nigth after you cracked your head, he dropped you off at a hospital and said he needed to leave. You smiled at him and kissed his cheek. "Okay, be safe," you said, and his heart grieved. He hadn't seen you again since that day.

He was sitting on the roof on top of the League of Villians headquarters. It was a new organization he had just found out about. The leader was an asshole but at least with a group, he could make a splash in the world, rock things to their core, and then his father would look at him. He hoped that when the time came, his dad would weep at the things he had done. Dabi exhaled and imagined what you would think when it all went down. Would you smile and be happy he did it? He laughed aloud at the thought. "No, she would hate that," he mummbled. He remembered you telling him that you wanted him to find peace, not revenge. "Let's go live in a small town and sit on our asses the rest of our lives." You smiled at him, the words echoing from a long lost memory. He shrugged off what you said, but he sometimes found himself imagining that life. Growing old on a porch with his hand in yours.

That was a dream, though, and the fantasy of it made him sick. The way you loved him was warm syrup. Comforting and sweet, when you looked at him, he could tell you loved him. It oozed out of you. There was no sharpness or pain when it came to you, and it made him want to tear his skin off just to be free of the goo.

He exhaled and remembered the feeling, and it made him mourn. He put out his cigarette and stood up, stretching his legs.

He wondered what you were up to now and if you thought of him like he thought of you, if he was the ghost of your heart like you were his. He sighed again and walked to the rooftop door.

....

[moonknightismyhero]

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader

Warnings: balls. But now it’s Marc’s. (I think women like to play with their men’s balls. It’s like a kink) car chase, horny!Reader, some sort of distraction ;), ball stimulation

Don’t play with your boyfriend’s balls while he drives y’all. 🫣

Summary: Marc was so angry and frustrated. Something went wrong with the latest mission and bad guys started chasing him. He stopped to pick up his wife (y/n) because he knew that they would try to kill her. So Reader want to relieve him from the stress in a most pleasurable way.

Car Chase

He was furious…. Khonshu always nagging at him about Harrow and his henchmen. ‘Don’t get caught.’ And other bullshit that that bird motherfucker said. And of course he’s always caught in the act because of the friggin Moon God… he’s fed up right now. And Marc knew that he has to find (y/n) as fast as possible. He drew to the apartment where they usually stayed and tore down the door.

“What the hell Marc?!”

“No time to chat. We have to go. NOW.” He replied quickly and grabbed her arm and immediately get her to the car. She sat in and Marc drove off.

“What’s this all about? What did you do?” You asked and crossed your hands in front of your chest.

“I did not do a fucking thing.” He started to get frustrated now. (Y/n) looked at him and lift up on of her eyebrows.

“Ohm…. Are you sure Mr. fist of vengeance?” She asked and he didn’t even looked at her. He looked into the mirror and saw two car chasing them.

“Shit. It wasn’t me okay. Khonshu took over my body and attacked Harrow…. Now his followers try to kill me and you.”

“Ohh….. you angry Marc?”

“Of course I am. Khonshu screwed up everything.”

“It’s his speciality. So I’m not surprised. You just need to relax a bit and don’t grip that steering wheel tight cause you won’t feel your hand after.”

“It’s easy for you to say. Mrs. Spector. You’re just sitting on your pretty ass and I do the work so… I’ll appreciate if you just shut up your dirty mouth if you don’t want me to punish you after this all ends.”

“Woah…. Slow down cowboy. YOU need to chill the fuck out. Maybe I have and idea. But it’s risky.” You bit your lower lip and looked at him. He was licking his lip.

“You’re really are something. Am I right?” He winked and suddenly the car behind bumped into our car. “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. Maybe I’ll need that idea of yours. What would it be?”

“I’m gonna go down on you. But I’m only gonna touch your balls. You won’t be a brat and maybe I’ll let you cum in my mouth.”

“I like it when you talk dirty. Tell me more.” He said and you started to unbutton his jeans. His cock was getting harder and harder by the minute. You licked your lips and wanted to get his cock into your mouth so much but you wanted to know if he’s gonna cum if you just pleasure his balls. He moved his body up and you slid down his pants and boxers a little. Just to get access to his glorious cock and balls. You loved how heavy and hard he is for you.

“Now what darling? Are ya gonna go down on me or what? I don’t like being waited.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Bigcock but you’ll have to play my game. Anyway you have something to deal with.” You said and touched his stubbled balls. He gripped the wheel even tighter and moaned.

“I t…take that as aaah compliment.” He but his lower lip to suppress a moan. You worked your finger gently over his ballsack. You wanted to feel everything, rubbed over one testicle and over the another. Little moans and groans slipped out of his mouth.

“God dammit. Woman! You’re d…doing a good job. C’mon rub ‘em harder.”

You suddenly squeezed it and he let out a growl.

“Ya know you’re so sexy like this.” You blew on his balls and he hissed.

“Anything I don’t know yet?” He said and stirred the wheel left and suddenly I just gagged down on his cock.

“Shit.! Sweetheart you said that you only touch my balls. What’s this sudden of change?” He looked down at you and smirked.

“You son of a biscuit eater! You’ll regret it.”

“Oooohh. What’cha gonna do?”

“Maybe I won’t let you cum…”

“But your not that cruel Sweety. And we both know it.” He winked and we went into a tight alley. And we waited….. The thugs fortunately didn’t see us.

“Phew that was close. You okay Mrs. Spector. I hope you enjoyed the ride just as I did.” He laid back on his seat and spread his legs. His cock was rock hard. Pre-cum already leaking from it.

“I’m alright. But a lil sad tho.”

“Why?”

“I could not finish you off… maybe I can continue what I started?” You looked at him with your best puppy eyes. He looked at you and you already know that he cannot say no to you.

“Hmmm….. but I need your pretty pussy. Slid your pants down.” He commanded and you gracefully obeyed. It landed on the back seat. “Now your panties.. I can tell that you’re already wet….. so so wet for me.” And he was right. You quickly got it off and he snatched it from your hand. He bought it to his nose and inhaled. He never did that before. You were speechless and red from the embarrassment.

“I love the smell of you. It’s driving me crazy.” He said and he just placed the panties inside his pocket. “Now…. Don’t be shy and come here. Finish what you’ve started. I’m all yours.”

You positioned yourself that your knees were on the passenger’s seat. You laid forward and got access to his cock and balls.

“Look at you. So wet and bothered. I wanna fill you up so bad. Cum inside of you.” He moaned the last part when you touched his balls again. You licked and smacked your lips around the testicles. He was making so much noises. It was like a porn movie. He was so much in pleasure that he cannot stop moaning. You knew that he was close. Meanwhile his fingers found your pussy and you felt your wetness already leaking out of you.

“Oh God. Marc. I need more.” You did not stop but go faster. His fingers moved in and out of you furiously. He was so close…. You did not want it to end.

“Yes Baby. Scream my name when you come. Tell everyone who makes you all bothered up. Tell them I dare you.” He said in a pitched voice.

“How about you scream my name Marc Spector?”

“Ahh…. Deal…..deal wifey but hurry up. Please I���I cannot wait much longer.” His eyes were shut tight and was sweating.

“M….Marc.. I’m coming.” You started to massage his calls harder and even put’em in your mouth.

“Ohh…YES.. that’s right I’m gonna cum.” He grabbed your hair and positioned your head inches away from his dick. You felt the build up tension and you were already cumming oh his fingers.

“Yesss… Marc I’m coming…. MARC!” You shouted and you felt the bliss taking over your body.

“Aghhg…. (Y/N)…. Yesss.. aaaaaahh.” You didn’t have time to think as he was already coming on your face. Hot cum squirted out of his cock and you gladly opened your mouth and tasted him.

“I love you so much Sweetheart. Thanks for the experience. We should do it more often.” He said and tucked himself back in his pants.

“I’m in. Can I have my panties back now?”

“No. I’ll keep it. I might wanna repeat this over and over again in my head. And when you’re working I’m gonna smell it and cum on the though of you.”

“You’re so dirty.”

“But you love it Mrs. Spector.” He said and hugged you tight.

“True.”

Alright I finished it. Pheewwww. I was like blushing while writing this. I hope y’all enjoy it. Especially @kindnonny23 ❤️

[bisexualduckling00]

the first who ever did || ch. 2

there's things i wanna say to you

length: 3800 words

rating: m (language, brief female masturbation, a cheeky massage)

future smut MDNI!!!

chapter summary: You came here to work, not lust over your obnoxiously attractive partner. But, a tiny workplace crush never hurt anyone, right? His “no coworkers” rule was getting more and more difficult to keep. But how could he when you were there? Seducing him solely with your existence. 

a/n: lol this took a lot longer to upload than i'd originally planned but if you're impatient like me there are 23k words uploaded on ao3!! @/bisexualduckling00 as well :)

read ch. 1 here !!

Unfortunately, you could always count on Monday morning to arrive every week, but hat doesn’t mean you could always count on your alarm to go off at the right time. You cursed your way out the door, almost forgetting to lock it behind you. You had yet to walk to the main road and hail a taxi, which took at least twenty minutes, which you absolutely did not have.

“Huh. I assumed you just sleep at the embassy since I never see you leaving in the mornings,” a husky voice chuckled behind you.

“Sometimes I do,” you finished locking your door. “But now, I’m running late and I have a presentation at eight.”

Javier quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head ever so slightly. “It’s 7:30. It’s a twenty minute drive.”

“Exactly!” you waved your arms at him, exasperated. “That’s not enough time for me to catch a cab and still get there on time.” 

He bit his lower lip before chuckling again. How dare he laugh at your struggle! “Loquita, you mean to tell me you’ve been paying for a taxi from here to the embassy twice a day for the past three weeks?” You shrugged. “Let’s go,” he motioned you towards his door, already beginning to walk away.

You followed him wordlessly, unsure what exactly was happening. His strides were long, his too-tight pants clinging tightly to his ass. Not that you were looking. Javi opened the passenger door, giving you an expectant look. “Come on, don’t make me tell you twice,” he clicked his tongue on the side of his mouth.

Obeying, you slid into the seat. The car was surprisingly clean, with a little green air freshener hanging from the rear view mirror. The sweet scent of tobacco tickled your nose, you knew the smell clung to him, and most likely couldn’t be washed away by a dozen showers. You almost mentioned how bad his smoking habit was for his health, but you knew it would just do more harm than good. 

Javi broke the silence first, “We could do this again, if you’d like.” His grip on the handle tightened the slightest bit. “Carpooling. It makes sense, saves you time and money. Is better for the environment and all that good shit.”

Your body warmed at his offer, even if it was disguised in faux-environmentalism or whatever that last comment was. “We’ll split the gas,” you offered. He gave a brisk nod, and that was that.

The rest of the car ride passed pleasantly. You rested your head on the window, enjoying Javi’s music taste as The Eagles played softly through the speakers. Between gazing at the greenery outside, you stole quick glances of Javier. You hadn’t taken the time to just look at him yet, and you found that you weren’t able to stop. 

His work-roughened hands lightly gripped the steering wheel with a casual ease, his thumb gently tapping along to the rhythm of the music. Beneath his yellow-tinted aviators sat his aquiline nose, further down was his angled jawline and thick, smooth neck. God, everything about this man was sharp and broad at the same time. He was all angles and warmth and strength. You suddenly felt overwhelmed, being in such a small space while in his presence. You had to look out the window again before your eyes could drift to his arms. Or, god forbid, his thighs. 

How were you supposed to survive this car ride twice a day, five days a week? You came here to work, not lust over your obnoxiously attractive partner. But, a tiny workplace crush never hurt anyone, right? You’d be over him in a week or two. No big deal.

-

To show your gratitude, you decided to make coffee for the two of you each morning. Javier always complained about how bad the coffee at the embassy was, and you had an espresso machine that your mother had gotten you for your 23rd birthday, so it just seemed like a no-brainer that you could pay him in delicious, freshly brewed coffee.

“Here,” you offered him the cup that morning. His brows furrowed together. “Tómalo, Javi. Es para ti,” you pushed the coffee into his hands until he finally took it, his fingertips brushing yours as he did so.

He sniffed the cup. “Me hiciste un café?” he said with a slight tilt of his head.

“Siempre te quejas del puto café gringo. This way I don’t have to deal with your whining anymore,” you said with a shrug.

Javi took a tentative sip, then a bigger one. The groan in the back of his throat almost brought you to your knees right then and there. It had you imagining things that were most definitely not appropriate fantasies to have of your partner. “This is amazing. Thank you,” he gave your shoulder a friendly nudge as you walked to his car. “You’re like my energizer bunny or something.”

You gave him a questioning glance. 

“You know, the little pink bunny? From the batteries,” he acted like that explained everything. “The coffee… batteries…how do you not know this? Anyways, you keep me going.” You knew he was just talking about the coffee, but you couldn’t help but blush at his words. 

The next day you found a yellow sticky note on your desk. ‘Lunch?’’ was scribbled in thin, stringy letters. Javi was in a meeting, but you had a sneaking suspicion that it was his way of repaying you for the coffee. Your suspicion was confirmed he returned, taking his normal seat across from you and looking up at you from below his brows. “Arepas alright?” You nodded, and that was that. 

You and Javi fell into the friendly routine of coffee in the morning (and the puto gringo cafe throughout the day, of course) and arepas in the afternoon. You’d share jokes and gossip during your daily walk to buy arepas from the street vendors and take turns choosing which station to listen to on the nightly drives back from work.

Then, he’d walk you to your door, even though it was technically right next to his door, and bid you goodnight. Just because you stayed in for the nights, didn’t mean Javier did. You still heard him leave his apartment shortly after dropping you off, and would often hear him arriving again late into the night. You didn’t know where he went off to, and you thought it better that way. Not that it was your business anyways. The two of you had become closer over the weeks, but you were still only work friends, and nothing more.

A month passed and you still weren’t over this stupid crush. It’s not like he was making it any easier on you. He wasn’t flirting, per say, he was just too…nice. How could you be frustrated at someone for being too fucking nice? Ok, it’s possible you were frustrated with yourself as well. It wasn’t as if you had been doing yourself any favors: making him coffee and sharing inside jokes and dirty looks when someone said something stupid. You were digging your own metaphorical grave of unrequited attraction. 

Each small gesture, every door he opened for you, each arepa he offered, every little smile or friendly nudge chiseled away at your plan to not dig yourself deeper than you already had. You didn’t have any friends here yet, and that combined with Javier’s attention and looks…it was like there was no other option but for you to become slightly infatuated with the man.

The following day started at 4:30 in the morning when you, Javi, and el Bloque de Búsqueda raided a suspected sicario hideout. The results were minimal, but the paperwork was not. By the time midnight rolled around, the two of you were still covered in a layer of dried sweat and dirt, barely halfway through the stacks of folders and photos that needed to be sorted and documented. “I’m sure there’s something in here that we’re missing. I can feel it,” you stretched your back, as if that would make a difference in the mass of angry muscle that had been aching all day.

“Me too. Something’s not right with this.” Javier flipped through the pages of his own file before rolling out his soldiers. You were both tense from the heavy physical exertion and the immediate eight hours of sitting in chairs with zero back support. 

“My body feels like it’s going to disintegrate,” you sighed, leaning your head into your hands. “I need a hot shower, like, now.”

“You could come back to my place,” Javier mumbled. No more than a second later, his eyes grew wide, nearly bulging out of his head upon realizing the weight of his words. “Not to shower, that’s not what I meant.” Great. Lovely to know how absolutely repulsed he was by the idea of you naked in his apartment. “I meant you could shower at your place, and then we could look over the files afterwards. At mine. The couch is more comfortable.” 

You weren’t sure you had ever heard him ramble like that. It was endearing. So endearing that even though you should say no, that you should definitely not go to his place and sit on his couch late at night, you couldn’t bring yourself to decline his offer.

“That sounds much better,” you nodded. “Let’s go.”

-

What had he just done.

The car rides alone had been fucking torture. Javier had spent half the time trying not to embarrass himself by saying something stupid and the other half trying not to get distracted by your sweet smell. What did you even smell like? Coconut? Sugar? He wasn’t sure but he knew that he craved it. Your scent. Your taste. You.

And now this? Inviting you over to shower at his place? 

Fuck. His “no coworkers” rule was getting more and more difficult to keep. But how could he when you were there? Seducing him solely with your existence. 

He knew that this was a bad idea. He hadn’t even meant to invite you. The words just slipped out, and then he’d realized what he’d said and he had to fix it somehow. It’s not that he didn’t want to spend time with you or didn’t want to be alone with you. He did. Fuck he wanted to be alone with you. But he knew how dangerous that was. His self control had already been wearing thin and he knew that if he wasn’t careful, it would snap.

-

That hot shower, alone in your apartment, was the best thing you’d felt in weeks. You changed into a pair of capri leggings and your dad’s old t-shirt from his time in the Marines, feeling clean and refreshed. Your hair was still slightly damp, but you couldn’t be bothered to dry it. You doubted Javier would mind anyways.

Javier opened the door to his apartment and you noticed that he had also changed from his usual button down and jeans to a t-shirt and sweats. He smelled of soap and mint, although you could still sense the faint cling of tobacco on his skin. His wet hair curled slightly at the base of his neck, the rest of it spilling across his forehead. And maybe you imagined it, but you could have sworn that you saw his gaze slightly drop to your chest as he let you in. 

“Something to drink?” Javi offered as you curled yourself into his couch.

“Coke again?”

“I was thinking something stronger this time,” he chuckled to himself. “But if you want-”

“No,” you interrupted. “No. I definitely need something stronger.”

He nodded, pouring you both a glass of whiskey and taking a seat next to you on the couch. You felt the weight shift, causing you to lean towards him the tiniest bit. You took a sip of the drink, it burning as it went down. You cleared your throat hoping Javi wouldn’t notice your struggle. You were more of a fruity cocktail girl yourself. A tiny smirk on the edge of his lips caught your eye. Shit. He definitely noticed, but was considerate enough to say nothing else. 

You tried to focus on the work in front of you, but your attention kept drifting to Javier. You were used to watching him work, the two of you worked together every day, after all. But never on his couch, in the comfort of his own home, with wet hair and a t-shirt that clung to his chest. You could hear the soft exhale of his breath, feel him adjust himself when he became uncomfortable. Everytime he sipped his whiskey you imagined how his lips would feel on your skin instead of the glass.

These were dangerous thoughts to be having when you were alone. And drinking.

When Javi stretched, any and all thoughts flew out of your brain. His arms rose over his chest, flexing his deltoids which only accentuated his absurdly broad shoulders. He cracked his knuckles, drawing your attention to his long fingers. Just looking at them sent a shiver up your spine. The hem of his shirt rose up an inch or two to reveal the soft patch of golden skin peeking from beneath. If that wasn’t enough, the groan from the back of his throat elicited the desire that had been simmering under the surface of your skin for weeks to the top. Goosebumps broke out along your back and even though it wasn’t cold, you swore you felt your nipples tighten.

“Sore?”

“Fuck, yes.” Javier ground out. “I hate to admit it, but my back isn’t what it used to be.” He took a long drag of his cigarette. You hadn’t even noticed that he’d lit it. 

“I could, um,” you hesitated, internally debating whether or not this was a good idea or not. Of course it wasn’t, but you hadn’t gotten here by making ‘good choices’ had you. “I could give you a massage, if you’d like?” Your hands moved to your lap, needing something to fidget with “I’d charge people ten bucks for one in college as a side hustle, so I’m basically a professional. I’d give you a discount, of course,” you weakly laughed to yourself. Fuck, you were rambling again.

Javier didn’t seem to mind though. He never did. “You want to give me a massage?” 

You nodded bashfully, “Only if you want.”

“Like I could resist your hands on my body,” he winked. 

You stood up and grabbed a bottle of lotion from the side table and a chair from the dining table. hoping that if you hid your face he wouldn’t see the bright red that had blossomed across your cheeks. You set the chair in front of the couch, “You’ll need to sit facing the backrest, and put your arms up on it, too” you told him. He obeyed, spreading his legs open as he straddled the chair. “I’ll be right behind you,” you brushed your hand across his shoulder as you slid behind him, sitting back on the couch. In this position you were straddling him from behind, your thighs gently brushing against his hips. The warmth of his body burned through the fabric of your leggings, making you inhale sharply at the contact.

Holy shit, you hadn’t been this nervous since you were seventeen and about to sleep with a boy for the first time. Javier had you feeling like a teenager again and you were both fully clothed. About that… “Um, again, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel pressured. “But it would be better if there wasn’t clothing in the way.”

“You asking me to strip for you, Conejita?” 

You were so stunned, your brain couldn’t even keep up to question his use of this new pet name. “Just- just the shirt will do.” You could feel his smirk even though he was facing away from you. The chair creaked as Javier leaned back, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and slowly peeling it up and off his body. Holy shit. You hadn’t seen him shirtless before, and it was a sight to behold. His waist was impossibly narrow but his back stretched out to his straight, broad shoulders. His round deltoids connected to the very visible outline of his trapezius. A beautifully defined line ran down the middle of his back where hip dimples peeked out from the waistband of his pants. He was a fucking piece of art.

You felt his body tense under your gaze, which was the exact opposite of your desired reaction. “Relax, Jav,” you soothed, tracing a finger down his spine. “You need to be comfortable if you want to get anything out of this.” He released a terse breath, his previous flirty demeanor entirely gone. You rubbed reassuring circles along his hip. “I’m going to start now, alright?”

“Ok,” you noticed that his voice had dropped an octave. 

You started by pumping a handful of the, surprisingly enough, eucalyptus scented lotion into your palm and spreading it across the wide expanse of Javi’s back, starting from the bottom and working your way up, gradually increasing the pressure. You loved the feeling of his bare skin beneath your palms. His back was warm and soft, dusted with a light layer of freckles. Several raised patches of scarred skin stood out to you and you wondered about the stories behind them.

Once the lotion was worked in you began to knead the skin across his back, again working your way from the bottom up. Javier sucked in a tight breath as you came to an especially stubborn knot in his shoulder. “Let me know if I’m hurting you too much. It may be uncomfortable, but you shouldn’t be in pain.” You continued working that patch of muscle, but with a gentler hand. You rubbed small circles with your thumbs until you felt the knot melting away and Javi visibly relaxing. 

He let out a long, open mouthed exhale, “That feels amazing. Please don’t stop.”

An image of Javier saying that, undressed and beneath your hands, but in a very different situation, flashed through your mind. Perhaps in his bed. What did it look like? You bet it smelled like him. Or maybe right here, on the couch. Could things have gone differently tonight if the two of you had had a few more drinks? God, you knew this was inappropriate but what else were you supposed to think of when he talked to you like that?

Focusing on the soft smell of eucalyptus, you continued your work, twisting your hands across his back, stretching the skin and underlying muscles back and forth. Up and down his back your hands roamed, thoroughly working through each tense area until you were satisfied. “You did so good, Conejita,” you bit your bottom lip to stop the gasp that threatened to escape. “If you don’t mind there’s this one spot in my neck that’s been driving me crazy for days. Right here,” he pointed to the  prominent muscle on the side of his neck. 

“Of course,” you hoped he couldn’t hear how breathy your voice had become. Pressing your thumbs to the heated skin, you circled and pinched at the amalgamated knot. How had you missed this? 

As your fingers danced across his skin, you heard something rumble at the base of Javier’s chest. A deep, primal noise. You felt it rise up through his throat and out past his lips. The quiet groan sent a deep ache shooting straight down to your core, making your chest flutter and your panties grow damp. Just from that one little noise, god damnit. 

Immediately, his body tensed up beneath you again. Hopefully all your hard work hadn’t just gone to waste. “That’s better. Thank you,” his voice was rough, as if there was still another groan trapped in his throat. 

“Any time,” you murmured. 

Looking over his shoulder, he gave you a soft, closed mouth smile, his face softening. “Really, you’re wonderful.” You noticed that his cheeks had a pinkish flush across them.  He looked so pretty like this, vulnerable and safe and relaxed. As if he wasn’t carrying so much weight on his shoulders. You were glad that you were able to ease it, even if just for the night. 

-

It was nearly three in the morning by the time you had brushed your teeth and gotten into bed. Even though you had been awake for close to twenty four straight hours, sleep refused to overtake you. Instead, your mind was wide awake, pleasurably plagued by memories of Javi’s toned, muscled figure, his smooth skin beneath your hands, and that heart-stopping noise that you had drawn out of him with nothing but your hands on his back. What other sounds would he make? With less clothes and more touching?

Would his voice remain deep and husky? Rough and raspy like the stubble on his cheeks brushing against your thighs and his calloused hands on your hips. Would he growl dirty words into your ear while he takes you from behind? You imagined how he could toss you around like you weighed nothing. How he would have his way with you, using you for his own pleasure. And god, that thought shouldn’t turn you on so much, but what could you do about it now that you knew what hid underneath his cotton button downs?

As if with a mind of its own, your hand migrated below the waistband of your underwear, fingers slipping between your already soaked folds as your mind continued to drift.

Or would he be soft and sweet? Warm and velvety like the chocolate pools of his eyes and the way his muscles moved in a smooth, fluent motion. The way he called you Conejita, gently cradling the word in his mouth like it would shatter if he wasn’t careful. You imagined him praising you, coating you with sweet, sugary words while he gently worked you over the edge. Would he try to keep quiet but be unable to prevent the little whines and whimpers from slipping out? Just the thought of Javier whimpering was enough to send a visceral shudder throughout your body.

Your eyes drifted shut as two fingers slid inside to collect your own wetness and spread it around. Your other hand rose to your tits, gently massaging it while you began to rub soft, slow circles around your clit. A small whimper arose in the back of your throat as you picked up the pace, the strokes turning longer and more repetitive. You imagined it was his hand working you, imagined his skin, hot against yours. His head between your thighs.

God, it didn’t take much after that. You tightly pinched your hardened nipple while your fingers swirled tight, fast circles, hitting just the right spot on your sensitive clit and you came right there, and clenching around nothing, wishing that Javi was there to fill the aching emptiness.

[julessworldd]

Hey I loved all your poly guns one and I was wonder if you still write for poly guns I was thinking maybe one of how they confess their love to reader or maybe like how their relationship started.

No pressure to do this :)

Awh this is perfect!! Thank you anon for requesting <3

Total fluff, kissing, sexual thoughts(idk??) open ending!

I had been living in LA for 3 years now, I met Guns N Roses and became amazing friends with them. I was basically their #1 fan&supporter. Hell, anybody that walks in the pouring rain, handing flyers out to their show is a huge supporter. But I did it because they deserve all the attention and love in the world. Plus I love them and want them to live their dreams!

Duff had called and invited me to a show at the Starwood. I told him to pick me up from work and we would head to the strip. Changing out of my ratty/itchy waitress uniform. I was now in a black velvet corset top, tight red leather pants, pair of converse I was ready. Just fixed my work make up and added red lipstick, I felt amazing. Hoping I would catch Duff’s attention or Izzy. I have a tiny crush on the two guns’ members, Duff with his punky style and ambition attitude. Izzy with his I’m my own person, shut the fuck attitude. Both men were insanely attractive! “Y/n, ya boy is here!”, Allan yelled as I walked out of the bathroom. “Hi, Princess”, Duff grinned, while looking me up and down. Someone is interested, good for me!!

“You look amazing by the way”, Duff said. I looked at him and cocked my eyebrow. “No-t that you don’t lo-ok pretty all the time. Just that you look really good tonight, probably your earrings”, Duff gripped the steering wheel, choking up a little. It took everything in me to not bust out laughing at this golden retriever boy. “Thank you, Duffy! Quit being nervous around me. It’s weird!”, I smiled. “I’m not”, Duff mumbled but I heard him. We walked backstage, Axl was tying his leather pants. “Damn don’t you look hot!” “Thank you!”, I grinned. “Hey Gorgeous!”, Slash kissed my cheek. “Hi Slash.. Still don’t tie your hair back, sheep dog”, I grinned. “You are not cutting my hair, try again, babydoll”

All the boys had been super flirty and complementing me all night. Steven was touchy, Axl had been undressing me with his eyes. Possibly fucking me as well. Duff was biting his lip and giving me flirty glances. Slash was hugging up on me, pressing his crotch against my ass. Izzy had been playing with my hair, moving it out of my face smiling. This was too weird. I said two boys! Not the whole God damned band! Was it the new perfume I got? The pants? The little tease of my bellybutton piercing? Shit if I know…

The band had finished their show was heading to their dressing room. “Y/n come in!”, Axl yelled. What the hell?? The door shut behind me and Slash gripped my hip as he passed. They were all looking at each other, secret glances, who was gonna say something now? “Are you gonna murder me?”, I broke the tension. “No, baby. We just wanted to ask you something is all”, Izzy said. “What?” Duff bit his lip, rubbing his hair around.. Jesus what a site, I could pounce on him. “Come on, sweetheart. I can handle you jumping my bones”, Duff said. “Yes, you said that out loud”, Izzy lit a cigarette.

Duff stood in front of me, looking at my face. “Have you been kissed lately, doll?” I shook my head. “Can I fix that for you?” I nodded, looking at his eyes. “Good”, Duff grabbed my jaw and kissed me. I laced my hands into his blond tangles, relaxing into his soft lips. Cigarettes and vanilla invaded my taste buds as Duff pushed his tongue on my lips. I let him in, laying my hands on his chest under his pad lock necklace. “Alright you two! There’s still four of us”, Slash said, breaking us apart. “Four?” “Yes, sweetheart four lips awaiting yours”, Izzy said, gently grabbing my chin. I grinned….

[starryhyuck]

dangerous game. (m)

pairing: dilf!jaehyun x younger!reader

words: 1.9k+

summary: jaehyun is your father’s co-worker, but it’s not your fault that he’s undeniably hot.

genre: smut

warnings: older!jaehyun, younger!reader, car sex, public sex, creampie, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy

“It’s not like he’s your dad, you know.”

You glare at Sookyung, who’s innocently sipping at her glass of champagne. You pinch her arm and she squeals.

“He could be! He’s just as old as my dad,” you comment, eyes roaming over Jeong Jaehyun’s figure.

He was just recently hired into your father’s corporation and proven himself to be a worthy asset, his dimples charming everyone who comes his way. He’s built up a strong relationship with your parents, bringing over his daughter to hang out with you sometimes. You wonder if he’ll always see you as a kid — a friend of his daughter’s to have play dates with.

Speaking of the devil, Haerim bounces over and smiles at you and Sookyung. Luckily, Haerim got her looks from her mother so you don’t feel so odd when you gaze over at her.

“How are you two doing? I’m kind of bored,” she comments, fingers gripping her own champagne glass.

Sookyung gives you the eye and you know what she’s thinking — you practically sped home from college just to stare at Jaehyun all night, jumping at your father’s invitation as soon as he called.

“We’re doing fine,” Sookyung replies, and you grow wary of her mischievous smile. “How about you and your dad? Any luck with finding him a date?”

Haerim shakes her head. “Nope. He’s probably just not ready to move on yet.”

Sookyung grins. “Maybe he just hasn’t met the right girl.”

You glare at her. Haerim shrugs.

“Yeah, maybe.”

—

It’s only a few weeks later when you come home for Christmas. Your father greets you at the door and your mother lets you know they have company over. You try to keep your resolve when you see Jaehyun at the table, his smile taking your breath away like it always has.

“Jaehyun’s spending Christmas with us,” your father mentions as you take your seat.

“And Haerim?” You ask, eyes locking with Jaehyun’s.

“At her mother’s for the holidays,” Jaehyun responds, dark eyes gazing at you. You nod, and as soon as you dig into your meal, your father and Jaehyun are chatting it up. “That’s crazy, Doyoung. I couldn’t imagine any of the investors buying that crap.”

Your father laughs and your mother leans over to speak with you.

“I want you to be nice to Jaehyun while he’s here. He’s having a rough time, first holiday after the divorce and everything.”

You smile. “I’ll keep him good company, I promise.”

She pats your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

It’s later in the night when you keep your promise, knocking on the guest room door. You’ve taken Sookyung’s advice and luckily packed all of your best underwear, matching bra and all. You know deep down you shouldn’t get your hopes up, especially since Jaehyun is still learning to live without his wife.

All those thoughts are thrown away, however, when he opens the door. You grin innocently at him.

“I hope you’re enjoying your stay, Mr. Jeong. I was just checking up on you.”

He smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “Is that so? Well, thank you for being such a hospitable host.”

Sookyung’s words bounce around in your head, still lingering when you called her after dinner. Flirt. Remind him you’re very mature for your age. And wear that red thong I bought you for your birthday!

You laugh. “Yes, well, I think my father would be upset if he knew I wasn’t being very friendly.”

He chuckles and nods his head. “We can’t have that, can we?”

“No, we can’t.”

Your gazes lock, and you swear his eyes darken a little. He opens his mouth to say something before you hear footsteps. Your father comes around the corner, smiling and placing his hand on your shoulder.

“I can see you’re treating Jaehyun nicely.”

“She was,” Jaehyun answers. “You raised her well, Doyoung.”

“I hope so,” your father laughs, placing a kiss on your head. “Listen, Jaehyun, we’re going out tomorrow to get all the groceries we need to make Christmas dinner. I was wondering if you would tag along with Y/N to find a suitable tree for the living room.”

Your eyes practically light up, and Jaehyun chuckles.

“I think that would be fine,” he nods, gaze returning to you. “We’ll leave in the morning?”

You smile. “Sounds good.”

—

Car rides with Jaehyun are more arousing than you expected. You’ve been on edge since you’ve been on the road with him, mainly because you’re unsure of how to make the first move. If he ends up not even liking you in that way, he could definitely tell your father and further humiliate you.

“You’re quiet this morning.”

Your head darts to look over at him, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Oh,” you laugh awkwardly. “Just a lot on my mind, I guess.”

“Care to enlighten me?” He hums.

This is a very dangerous game.

“I just- um-“ you pause, trying to comprehend your thoughts. Jaehyun chuckles at your internal struggle. Oh God. What if he just sees me as a kid? I’m wearing this uncomfortable thong and all he sees is his daughter’s little friend-

“I don’t think we can,” he comments, taking you off guard.

You frown. “Don’t think we can what?”

He sighs. “I want to be with you in that way, but your dad-“

Your eyes widen. “Wait wait wait. You like me? I mean, you like me like that?”

He smirks, taking his eyes off of the road for a mere second to glance at you. “Yes, I like you like that. But it’s too complicated. You’re young, and-“

You scoff. “I’m not that young.”

“You’re as young as my daughter,” he reminds you. “And your father and I are good friends. Plus, he has all the power to fire me whenever he wants, and I don’t think I can afford to lose my job right now.”

Sookyung’s voice grows louder in your head. Make him want you. Show him he can’t resist.

Your eyelashes flutter closed, fingers drifting down to your core.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

You ignore him, one hand slithering into your underwear and stroking your folds gently. You throw your head back and moan. You can feel the car swerve a little.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be doing this. I’m driving, this is dangerous and I-“

“Touch me, Mr. Jeong,” you beg, opening your eyes to stare directly at him. “Please?”

It isn’t long before he pulls over on the side of the road and leans over the console to press his lips against yours. You whimper when his fingers tug on your hair, exposing your neck to him.

“Such a little slut,” he hisses, lips attaching to your neck and sucking gently. “We could’ve gotten into an accident.”

“But we didn’t,” you remind him, guiding his hand to your core. “Can you fuck me now?”

He growls. “Filthy little mouth. Does your dad know you talk this way?”

You shake your head. “No, daddy wouldn’t like that.”

He curses lowly and you know you’ve got him. He pushes the seat all the way back and climbs until he’s hovering over you, tongue desperately exploring the expanse of your mouth. He replaces your fingers with his, digits slowly playing with your folds before sliding two into your waiting hole. You whine into the kiss and he pauses briefly.

“You’re not a-“

“Virgin?” You raise an eyebrow. “No. But don’t tell daddy.”

He growls, attacking you once again and curling his fingers upwards. You’re both lucky he’s pulled over to an abandoned part of the town, and his tinted windows giving you even further security.

“We have to be quick, baby,” he whispers breathlessly. “Still have to bring a tree home.”

The clothes come off quickly after that, your hands gripping Jaehyun’s shirt and flinging it over your shoulder. He laughs at your eagerness, palming at your breast and kissing your mound.

“Such a pretty body,” he murmurs, lips darting over your nipple. You moan and arch your back.

“Yeah? Prettier than your ex-wife’s?”

He smirks. “Prettier. Younger. Hotter.”

You whimper when he throws your dress to the side, fingers dancing over your choice of underwear.

“Isn’t that pretty? You wear that for me, sweet girl?”

You giggle. “Only for you, daddy.”

He flips you over, smacking your ass along the way. You enjoy the way he manhandles you, pulling your hair back and tugging it harshly.

“Is this how you like it? Exposed like a whore for anyone to see? What would your parents say if they saw you like this?”

“What would your daughter say if she saw you about to fuck a girl the same age as her?” You counter.

He smiles. “She wouldn’t like it, that’s for sure.”

You feel his tip prod your entrance and you moan, gripping the headrest of the passenger seat. Jaehyun kisses your shoulders, cupping your breasts and sliding into you.

You cry at the stretch, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he enters you. He’s thick. And huge. Definitely the biggest you’ve ever taken.

He curses in your ear. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”

“Never-“ you gasp, catching your breath when he sinks deeper and deeper. “Never had someone this big, daddy.”

You both groan when he bottoms out, lips parting at the pleasure you’re receiving. You feel so full, and Jaehyun’s cock is like a fever dream.

“Jaehyun, please,” you beg, aching for him to move.

He follows your order, grabbing your hips and snapping into you. You moan loudly, the sound of his hips connecting with your thighs echoing throughout the vehicle. He feels so perfect inside of you and you blubber his name over and over again.

You imagine how sinful you both look, with Jaehyun fucking you desperately in the passenger seat of his car, where Haerim probably sat when he used to drive her to school everyday. You whimper at the thought as Jaehyun drills into you, panting in your ear.

“Feels so good, baby,” he praises you. “Wanna fuck you all day.”

“Will you?” You ask, whining when he nudges against your sweet spot. “Will you fuck me when we get back home?”

“If you can stay quiet,” he chuckles and you giggle with him. He groans when you clench around him. “You going to cum for me, baby? Show me how much you want it, sweet girl.”

You fall apart around him, squeezing his cock for dear life as you orgasm. You’re completely spent but Jaehyun still plows into you, chasing his high. You prod him a little.

“Please, daddy. Want to feel you cum inside me.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, his voice dropping an octave. “Are you on the pill?”

The beat of silence is deafening. “What if I wasn’t?”

He groans. “Don’t mess with me, baby. I’m going to explode.”

“Wouldn’t you like to see that? Your cum dripping down my thighs at dinner, trying not to let my dad see? What if he found out I was pregnant? What would he do then?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jaehyun hisses. “Baby, I can’t. I’m going to cum.”

“Knock me up, Jae,” you giggle, pushing back against him. “Show everyone how filthy you are, getting a girl half your age pregnant with your child. What would Haerim think?”

He pushes deep inside you and cries out, shooting ribbons into your waiting womb. You smile deviously, pushing further back onto him so none of his cum would spill out. He’s still cumming after a minute, and his warmth fills your stomach.

You grin. “Had a lot to give me, didn’t you?”

He growls and leans down, nipping at your ear.

“I’m getting you pregnant while I’m here, you little minx.”

“Looking forward to it.”

[aiiwa]

BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS ― IWAIZUMI, KUROO, BOKUTO, AND SUGAWARA.

✗ REQUEST: i’ve been seeing all over tiktok the whole lay between your s/o thighs trend (idk if you know the trend) but i wanted to see it with the hq boys. so could i request iwa, kuroo, bo and suga🥺.

― iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sugawara koushi.

⤷ genre: fluff

⤷ warnings: suggestive content (everything i write at this point is suggestive lmao), i got lazy proof reading this but i’ll come back to it

⤷ word count: 3.1k

― a/n: i was very soft writing this hehe, also;

me to me: let’s limit this to 500 words per character

also me: almost writes 1k just on kuroo.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

after two long weeks apart, with iwa having to travel overseas for work, he had finally come back home to you. work trips weren’t uncommon, but often left you alone, missing him more and more with each day apart.

it took everything in your power to hold yourself back from jumping on him, the moment you caught sight of his bulky figure walking out of the airport terminal.

and now the two of you were on your way home. after bickering over who would drive, iwa now sat leaned back in the driver’s seat, large hand engulfing yours on your lap and the other gripping the leather steering wheel; skillfully maneuvering your car down the snowy streets. fiddling with his long fingers entwined between your own, you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

glancing at you from the corner of his olive eyes, you could see his soft smile under the flickering glow of the streetlights. he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, before his focus turns back to the road.

ten minutes pass relatively quickly, with iwa shifting the gear into park outside your shared home. he trails close behind you, warm breath tickling the side of your neck and duffle bag slung over his wide shoulder, as you unlock the front door.

“welcome home.” you whisper, tilting your face up to look at him.

iwa’s quick to drop his bag, spinning you around by your hips to pull you flush against him. wrapping your arms around his neck, you giggle at the feeling of his hands dipping lower to give your ass a loving squeeze.

“i missed you, baby.” he breathes out, before leaning down to capture your lips.

the kiss is sweet and slow, you indulge yourself in the familiar feeling of his soft lips; before his tongue darts out to trace against the pout of your bottom lip, asking for permission. you moan into him as your tongues brush against each other sensually, dragging your hand from his nape to caress his jaw; you jolt away as your palm brushes against the icy cold touch of his ear.

“haji! your ears are freezing!” you hiss, both hands now tugging at his ears.

chuckling lowly, he grabs at your wrists lightly. “ah, i know...why don’t you warm them up for me?”

“huh?”

overwhelming thoughts of how exactly iwa intended for you to warm his ears up, clouded your flustered mind. in a flurry of movements, he lead you into your bedroom; freeing you from the tight denim of your high-waisted pants, and having you perched up and leaning against your fluffed up pillows. the fuzziness in your head starts to clear up at the sight of iwa stripping off his long sleeved shirt, exposing the toned muscle of his stomach and chest.

crawling towards you and parting your legs, he presses a kiss to the inner side of your knee, before he flips over and slides his read right between your legs. you blink once, then twice, watching as he grabs your thighs, wrapping them around his neck and squishing his face.

“well, this...isn’t exactly what i was expecting.” rubbing your thighs against his ears to get used to the freezing touch.

iwa hums contentedly, patting the side of your leg. “mmm, don’t worry baby, we’ll save that for a bit later okay?” heat rushes to your face as he calls you out on your thoughts. “i just wanna lay here and feel you like this for now.” you push your hands against your face, feeling how warm your cheeks are, before iwa grabs at your wrists softly, bringing them over to kiss your palms. “just lie with me, okay baby?”

with your hands caressing the sides of his face, you nod, smiling softly. “okay, haji.”

KUROO TETSUROU

working together with kuroo for japan’s volleyball association was amazing. for the most part that is. it’s how the two of you met, he’d charmed you into a first date by his second week, and it was almost three years since then.

you spent every day with your boyfriend at work, and every night together in bed. but sharing a busy week schedule filled with back-to-back meetings, interviews with athletes for potential promotional videos, and late nights in the office filing the never-ending build up of paperwork - meant weekends were very much looked forward to.

lazy sundays being your favourite.

the day usually started well into noon, both of you enjoying the extra undisturbed hours of sleep - since the blare of kuroo’s six a.m. alarm wasn’t ringing in your ears. he’d greet you with a drowsy rasp - “good morning, shorty.” - making you giggle before dragging him to share a steaming hot shower with you; . and with a towel wrapped around your head, bare legs on show underneath the hem of your boyfriend’s large shirt, you’d sway in front of the stovetop flipping pancakes while a shirtless kuroo sliced up your favourite fruits - music from his playlist playing softly in the background.

if the weather allowed it, you and kuroo would sit out on the balcony of your apartment; basking in the warmth of the sun, admiring the way his hazel eyes reflected gold. yet this sunday, a storm was raging outside.

“why is she giving a rose to that prick yamato? fuji deserves it way more than him!” kuroo calls out.

you were only half invested in the bachelorette marathon playing. rain spat against the fogged glass; heavy lidded eyes followed the trails made by the racing raindrops. you were tucked snugly into kuroo’s side, a long arm wrapped around your shoulders, and legs tangled under the softness of the new periwinkle comforter you’d bought the other day. kuroo’s laptop rested on his lap, and you jostled about as he shot an arm out to point at the screen accusingly.

“are you seeing this, y/n?! now she’s choosing sachihiro! over fuji?!”

humming half-heartedly in response, you squeeze yourself closer to kuroo; dragging your hand over his bare chest, and resting it over his heart. you could feel his heartbeat against your palm, thump-thump thump-thump, and the steady rise and fall of his chest began to lull you to sleep.

the sound of your soft snores, pulled kuroo’s attention away from the show.

“shorty, you sleepin’?”

at your lack of reply, he chuckles lowly, shifting around to put away his laptop. you were always the first to fall back asleep, especially after eating good and coming back to bed to cuddle. pulling you closer to him, he smiled at the sigh you released against him; before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and resting his cheek on his pillow. the smell of your strawberry shampoo wafting around him, was the last thing kuroo remembered before he joined you in the dream world.

laying on your side with half your vision obscured by the fluffy pillow under your head, you blink away the sleep as you gaze outside the window. the rain had come to a slow drizzle, with the skies still fairly bright meaning only an hour or so had passed while you were asleep.

“tetsu?” you call out.

usually the rooster head would be pressed right up against you, but you couldn’t feel or see him. attempting to twist your body around, you find your movements constricted. it was only when you tried once again to lift your leg up, that a hand slid around your knee to halt your movements.

pushing yourself up a bit, and resting on your elbow, you glance down to find your boyfriend’s head between your thighs, back of his head pushed against your pelvis. because the two of your are on your sides, the full weight of your left leg over his shoulder has his cheeks smushed together; but kuroo seems completely unbothered, in fact he’s just scrolling through instagram on his phone. when you reach a hand down to tug at his inky hair, only then does he glance up at you.

“are you alright down there?” you ask. “can you even breathe?”

“i woke up here, and i don’t plan on moving any time soon.” kuroo hums, the vibration from his throat are ticklish against your inner thighs. “i’m living my best life, wanna see my new lock screen?”

without waiting for an answer, he shows off his new lock screen - which really happened to be a live photo displaying a collection of pictures with kuroo’s face squeezed between your lush thighs. you can’t help but laugh, kuroo’s cackling joining you. slightly embarrassed at the thought of someone catching a glance at his lock screen, you pull at his hair; complaining about the possibility of being exposed.

kuroo slaps your hands away from his hair, still chuckling. “i don’t care, shorty. i look good between your thighs, don’t you think so?”

flustered, you yank on his hair again. “shut up, rooster head.”

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

while waiting for bokuto to come back home to you from his training with the msby jackals, the last thing you expected was to receive a call from his teammates. it was your day off, and as you were loading the last of you and bokuto’s laundry, your phone began to vibrate - the bright grin of a certain tangerine-haired cutie flashing across the screen.

“hello?”

“hi, bokuto-san- ah, um, i mean y/n-san!”

you chuckle lightly at hinata’s correction. ever since you announced your engagement with bokuto, the younger male had started addressing you by your fiancé’s surname. in the background you can hear atsumu yelling out to you, followed by sakusa complaining about his loud mouth. you were more than familiar with bokuto’s close friends and teammates, from the countless team dinners and nights of drinks hosted at you and bokuto’s townhouse, you shared a solid friendship with everyone.

“ah, shou-kun, everything okay?”

“um, well i just called to let you know that bokuto-san didn’t have the best time at training today.”

‘oh no, poor kou,’ you thought to yourself, heart tugging at the thought of bokuto being sad. his somber moods were a rarity these days; it had actually been almost a year since he’d been in a slump, and he usually loved his trainings, so that meant today must have been extra tough on him.

“i see, thank you for telling me shou-kun.” after listening to hinata’s retelling of the events at training, with side commentary from atsumu and sakusa; you all exchanged goodbyes before ending the call.

with the chance to avoid being unequipped for bokuto’s gloomy return home, you were grateful for hinata’s thought to warn you. it gave you an hour, from his shower to the drive back home, to prepare some of his favourite things. normally it involved inviting akaashi over, but with him out of town, it left you to your own devices. though after being with bokuto for so long, it wouldn’t be that hard.

you knew your man like the back of your hand.

he was probably starving after practice, and what better than to cook some barbecued meat for him - his favourite, with the special sauce you always made just for him. after making some side dishes and rice, you set the table for the two of you, leaving the meat to stay warm in the oven while you went for a quick shower. bokuto made it know how much he enjoys the smell of your cherry bomb body wash, yet today you opted to lather on his orange body wash. knowing the smell of him on you made him crazy, you dried yourself off and decided to wear his old shirt from high school; the baby blue of ‘the way of the ace’ shirt, with the faded black characters.

you had just finished throwing your softest blankets and fluffiest pillows onto the couch in the living room, when you caught the sound jingling keys at the front door. leaping over the back of the sofa, you ran just in time for the door to open.

“kou!” you exclaimed, leaping as soon as you see his bulky figure enter through the doorway. his gym bag landed on the wooden floors with a thud, as he caught you easily in his arms. “welcome home! i missed you so much, baby!”

bokuto’s hold on you is tight. “hi, y/n…” there’s none of the usual chirp in his voice, and you squeeze him closer to you, peppering kisses on his face.

“are you hungry? i made your favourite.”

offering him a small smile at his slight nod, you slid out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him to the dining table. when he saw the table set, barbecued meats on display, he tugged you to a halt; staring at you with round, golden puppy eyes filled with appreciation. you sat on his lap as he ate, with your arm hooked around his neck; allowing him to feed you, as he listened to you talk about your day. and when the two of you were done, bokuto offered to finish off the dishes while you lounged on the sofa waiting for him, netflix loading on the wide screen television.

distracted by the trailer of some netflix original film, your caught by surprise when bokuto slides face first between your thighs. with his cheek pressed against your pelvis, he shifts your legs over his broad shoulders, thighs almost obscuring his face from your vision if it weren’t for the frosted tips of his hair sticking out. running your fingers through the slightly damp, silken strands; you felt you relax in your embrace, releasing a contented sigh.

“kou?” he hums in response, arms sliding around your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your smooth skin. “i know today wasn’t the best, but there’s always a tomorrow. just remember that i love you so much, and i’m here...okay baby?”

lifting his head slightly, thighs resting by his jaw, he sets his chin just below your navel. staring up at you, he takes your hands in his, slippings his fingers between yours.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers, slightly mumbled. “thank you for everything.”

giving his hands a loving squeeze, you start explaining the new movie you want to watch. and with his interest piqued, the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon in the comfort of each other; bokuto tracings patterns on your leg, and your hands tangled in his hair.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

it had been almost a month since you and suga’s return from your honeymoon. after spending an amazing three weeks on a tropical island with your newly wedded husband; strolling along sandy beaches, scuba diving in clear blue waters, and spending warm nights making love under the stars - it was safe to say you were missing the time away relaxing.

so when daichi called your husband during the week to make plans for the long weekend, you were more than happy for a mini getaway to tokyo with your old high school friends.

and that’s how you found yourself, guava oil spread across your skin, stretched out by the poolside, and sipping your umeshu tonic through a pink swirly straw. the boys had decided to take a dip and cool off in the pool, while you and kiyoko had taken to some sunbathing. it was a little after midday, scorching sun at its peak; and the golden rays captured the sparkle of the princess cut diamond of your engagement ring resting between two matching, diamond encrusted bands.

“you’re going to blind everyone with all those diamonds, y/n.” blinking away the daze you’d caught yourself in, you chuckle at kiyoko’s teasing.

“speak for yourself, soon-to-be-mrs-tanaka.” you shot back, nodding at the glimmering engagement ring on her own finger.

the two of you giggled like little school girls, cheeks flushed and eyes closed in mirth; only stopping when a sudden wall appeared, blocking the warm sunshine, and shadowing over you. the wall being none other tanaka, suga following behind.

“kiyo~!” tanaka coos, leaning over his fiancé. “you look hot- uh, i mean it’s pretty hot, y’know.” 

kiyoko simply raises an arched brow, listening to tanaka’s rambling; which quickly turned into the latter throwing the her over his shoulder, and running back towards the pool. she hadn’t even protested at his manhandling, taking to sending you a look that said ‘what can i do?’. with the two of them gone, your full attention was set on the sight of suga.

now standing next to you, his hazel-brown eyes glanced over your laid out figure in appreciation; entranced with the way your bikini top dug into the soft flesh of your breasts, drawing attention to the deep valley of your cleavage. your own keen eyes took in the sight of his slender build; admiring the way his soaked canary trunks hung low on his hips, polyester sticking to his thighs and leaving little to your imagination. with his chest exposed, glistening under the sun as droplets of water slid down his toned stomach - it suddenly felt as if the air had become ten degrees warmer.

“hey there, this seat taken?” suga asks, tilting his head and running a hand to push back the damp, grey strands out of his face.

“oh, this seat?” you ask, gesturing to the lounge chair you were occupying.

your brow’s furrow slightly in confusion, though you gasp when he trails ticklish fingers over your thigh, before squeezing the soft flesh. “no, this one.”

chuckling, you hold your left hand up, wiggling your jewelled ring finger in front of you. “sorry sir, i’m a taken woman.”

suga just grins at you cheekily, leaning forward to press his soft lips against your own. this kiss is brief, but the lingering taste of his mango chapstick and chlorine has you a bit dazed; allowing him to part your legs and slide himself right between them. laying on his stomach, your legs rest by his sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“ah yes, that you are, sweetheart. and i’m the lucky man who gets to call you mine.” with his cheek is smushed against your thigh, his words come out slurred; but the dreamy look in his eyes as he stares up at you is clear.

“and i’m lucky to have you, koushi.” you whisper in return, the weight of him over you is comforting and you find yourself leaning back into the lounger; as suga nestles himself closer into you.

“mmm, i love this...laying right here between your thighs, sweetheart.”

© 2020 AIIWA. please do not copy, modify or repost my work.

[harlowsbby]

Jack and the reader arguing while jack is driving 👀-K🤍

You and Jack have been arguing all day to the point where you guys couldn’t even stand being around one another but you both had to suck it up due to the face that it was Neelam’s birth and she obviously wanted the both of you there.

Once in the car everything with silent you pushed yourself as close as you could towards the window and somehow that triggered another argument.

“Why are you trying to not sit next to me it’s pissing me off Y/N” Jack said as he gripped the steering wheel tight how jaw clenching and unclenching.

“Why does it matter Jack ? Don’t worry about me since you never do anymore anyways” you mumbled and rolled your eyes.

“What are you talking about Y/N I’m always worried about you I always fucking put you first” Jack yelled back looking at you now while still driving he swerved a little.

“You sure about that Jack ? Because lately you’ve been so tuned out like I’m not even a thought anymore and I get you have a whole ass career and fans to attend to but I’m still your girlfriend at the end of the day of 7 years I should add” you stated watching as Jack sighed clearly not in the mood.

“Whatever Y/N it’s always some shit with you man” He yelled back and that’s when you started yelling as well.

“It’s always something with me Jack ?! Oh thank you so much for stating that I’m the reason for everything” you yelled and that’s when you and Jack started arguing back and forth not seeing that Jack was swerving into the opposite lane until you heard horns blasting you both looked over and that’s when Jack quickly shielded you and that’s when everything went black after that.

[cj-sparkss]

hii!! i love your stories. can you make a fluffy/angst about eren and reader. where eren is jealous because jean is always with y/n and he hides it but his anger was obvious and the two got into the small fight because eren wont admit why he is angry and it turns into fluff or smut it depends. THANK YOUUY

eren’s masterlist

a/n | ok so i finally got inspiration for this, i hope it turned out ok. enjoy! warnings | sex, cursing, nsfw, praising, fingering, creampie, mature content!! category | smut/fluff/angst wc | 5k+ pairing | eren jeager & f!reader

“ready to go?” eren stands at the doorway to your bedroom, one arm resting on the top of his head, his biceps flexing through the fitted black t-shirt. his multiple chains rest on top of the thin black fabric, chocolate brown hair tied into a messy bun.

you guys are supposed to meet up at sasha’s apartment with a few of your friends in a little while for a game night, one that happens every other friday.

“almost.” you place the final pieces of your outfit together, finishing off styling your hair. eren’s emerald eyes track you from the door, watching you complete your look. once your done, you grab your bag from the hook on the back of your door, switching off the lights in your room and nodding your head in confirmation at eren. he gives you a slow once over, smiling a boyish smile, eyes basically forming hearts. he enterlaces his fingers with yours, pulling you out the door and into the hallway. “you look so good babe.”

an entire swarm of butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you feel heat rise to your cheeks from his simple yet loving compliment. tucking a piece of hair away from your face, you duck your head, smiling bashfully to yourself. “thank you eren.” he pecks your cheek, his soft lips lingering on your skin as you guys slide out the door and into his car.

he drives out, one hand on the steering wheel, his other arm resting on your seat behind your head. his phone automatically connects to the car, playing chill music in the background. sliding his arm down, he places his veiny hand on the flesh of your thigh, squeezing once, twice, then resting, slightly gripping your skin.

you guys drive in silence for a while, just basking in the warmth of each other’s presence, music playing in the background. soft moonlight pours into the car through the windows, illuminating his tan skin, strands of brown hair falling out of his messy bun, cupping the sides of his face.

after a few minutes, eren breaks the silence, grabbing your hand with his. “you know…” he squeezes, as if to comfort himself. “jean might act all lovey dovey with you again tonight.”

you shoot him a confused look, your brows furrowing in confusion. “what do you mean, act all lovey dovey with me?”

“i mean that he’s going to constantly talk to you like he does every game night. hell, i’m pretty sure he even lets you win some games on purpose just to see you smile at him. c’mon, that's my move.” he lets out a defeated sigh, bringing your hand to his mouth, planting a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“i just wanted to, you know, warn you, in case he makes a move on you, which the shit head will probably do.” a light blush tinted his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he spoke. while his focus was still trained on the road ahead, his azure eyes flickered towards you every few seconds, trying to conclude your reaction.

you laugh, placing your other hand on top of your interlocked ones, soothingly rubbing his own. “it’s okay eren. thank you for warning me about jean, but he's not being “lovey dovey” with me, hes just being kind.” you lift your hand, affectionately cupping his cheek. “besides, you know about his crush on mikasa.”

he leans into your touch, rubbing his cheek against your palm like a child. “i know, baby. i just don’t want him stealing what’s mine.”

you giggle, turning up the music. “i promise you, he won’t.” the corners of eren’s mouth turn up into a crooked grin as he gazes at you from his peripheral vision, admiring the moonlight making your skin glow. “thank you.”

shortly after, you guys arrive at sasha’s house, eren knocking on the door with a musical rhythm. the door flies open, jean’s tall and lean figure greeting you guys at the doorway with a sly smile. “hey guys.”

jean swiftly scans your body up and down, eyes trailing over your outfit. the gesture doesn't go unnoticed by eren, who can already feel himself getting mad just by the sight of the boy.

jean softly grabs your hand, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “you look nice.” you giggle, hugging him back with the limited air in your lungs. “hey jean.”

eren squints his eyes at the gesture from behind, crossing his arms and slightly pouting, still standing behind the doorway. jean let’s go of you, smiling a not so innocent grin at eren, amber eyes twinkling with mischief. “hey man, are you going to stand there all day?” he motions his head inside. “come in.”

grunting, eren stomps inside, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the sitting area, not looking back. jean closes the door, twisting the lock and pulling the extra security chain over.

already in the living room are sasha and connie chatting away on the carpet, sasha with a bag of chips in hand while stuffing some into her mouth with the other, armin sitting on the couch, nose stuffed in his book.

eren leads you to the couch, pulling you down to sit next to armin. the boy feels the couch sink, now alert of your presence. his head looks up from the book, the golden blonde gracing you with a sweet and welcoming smile. “oh, hey.” the smile is contagious, and you give him a fist bump, looking into his sapphire eyes. “hi armin.”

“hey. look who’s here!” sasha notices you and eren on the couch, exclaiming your name and rushing over to you. she pulls you into a bone crushing hug much like jean’s, wrapping her arms around your head and stuffing your face into her stomach. “h- hi sa-sasha.” you tap her side a few times, the air in your lungs disappearing from her tight embrace. “i. can’t. breathe…”

eren chuckles besides you, connie sensing your danger from behind. he rushes to your aid, pulling sasha off of you by her shoulders, giving you a chance to regain your breath. “sasha, no. don’t suffocate the guests.”

“oh no, i’m so sorry!” she scrambles to get her bag of chips, sticking her arm out and holding it in front of your face, nudging it for you to grab. “here, i’ll give you the rest of my chips to compensate.”

you nod your head, grabbing the bag and looking into it, only to see that there’s just a singular chip left, crumbs at the bottom of the pack. “uh- sasha there’s nothing left-“ you look up at her, seeing the same happy and lovable expression on your friends face as always. “never mind.” you beam a smile at her, happy to see her again tonight. “thank you.”

“of course!” she grabs your head, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

jean strides into the middle of everyone, clasping his large hands together with a clap. “all right! let the games begin.”

“what are we playing today?” you ask, tilting your head in wonder.

“we're playing pictionary first. everyone know how to play?” sasha glances around, scanning over everyone’s faces. you all nod, everyone already knowing how to play.

“okay! great.” she walks into the corner, opening a small closet, pulling out a wooden stand, and then a large whiteboard accompanied by red and black dry erase markers, placing them in the front, standing tall. “now we have to pick partners. choose wisely, because some of you really suck ass at drawing.” although voicing this to everyone, her eyes are staring specifically at eren, an accusing look on her face.

he picks up on the insult, scoffing and turning his face, crossing his arms in disbelief. “i don’t know what you’re talking about”, he mumbles under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

you laugh, placing a hand on his bicep. “it’s okay eren, i personally think you are amazing at drawing. you peck his cheek, giving him a loving smile. a very light blush spread on his cheeks as he turned to face you, placing a soft kiss on your lips, not caring about public displays of affection around both of your closest friends. he pulls away, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, starting a sentence. “do you maybe want to partner toget-”

jean calls your name from the side, long legs swiftly approaching you. he stops in front of you, amber eyes looking into yours. “do you want to be partners? we’re both the best after all”, he states, a cocky grin on his face.

although flattered, you give an apologetic smile, turning to face eren again, who is shooting daggers at jean with his eyes. if looks could kill, jean would definitely be gone right now.

“i’m sorry jean, but i wanted to be partners with eren.”

“it’s fine.” eren’s deep voice speaks, words confusing you. “what?”

he turns away, avoiding eye contact and gazing at nowhere in particular. “i said it’s fine. if you wanna be partners with jean, be partners with jean. i’ll just be with armin”, he huffs out, a blank expression on his face.

“no but eren, i want to be partners with you-”

“no, go with him.” he doesn't let you retort, mind already firmly set.

“are you sure?”

“yes.”

no. he’s not sure, but he doesn’t want to seem like the possessive type of boyfriend, the one that won’t let you hang out or do things with other boys. this is him trying to be a good boyfriend for you, even if it angers him to see you with another guy.

“great!” jean grabs your wrist, pulling you away to another chair, eren’s emerald eyes tracking your movement.

sasha places a tiny blue bin filled with little papers in the middle of the table. “okay, this bin is filled with the different topics that you guys have to draw, that your other partner will have to guess. they’re relatively easy, it really just depends on your skills with details and trying different things.” she paces around, checking over everything to make sure the game is set. “basically, there will be three rounds since there’s three teams. in the end, whoever first team guesses the most and wins the most points, wins.” sasha tugs on connie‘s arm, pulling him into a standing position. “connie and i will go first. connie, pick a paper from the bin, and you will draw first, i’ll try to guess.”

connie wines, drooping his shoulders and standing stiff in his spot. “whyy do we have to draw firsttt?” sasha pays no mind, tauntingly smiling at him. “because people with no hair don’t get to choose.” she turns him around, shoving him forwards by his shoulder. “now go. we each get fifteen seconds. i’ll put the timer on my phone.”

connie rolls his eyes but gives in, picking a paper from the bin. he stands for a moment, contemplating over what he got, and then nods his head. he walks in front of the board, lifting up a black erase marker. sasha settles into the chair, sitting up and preparing herself. “ready?” connie nods, a hesitant smile on his face. “kay, go!” on cue, he starts drawing a series of lines on the board, arm flexing as it moves, rushing to beat the time.

“is it fries?” sasha guesses out, excitedly pointing at the board. connie shakes his head no, continuing to draw a circular blob.

“burger!” he shakes his head.

“potatoes!”

“ooh, ooh! potatoes and fries!”

connie grunts, running a hand over his face in frustration.

jean taps your shoulder, grabbing your attention as he leans into your ear. “it’s a giraffe.” you mouth an “o”, the picture on the board suddenly coming together and making sense.

“i got it! meat!”

ding ding ding!

the timer on sasha‘s phone rings out, telling everyone that her time is over. connie aggressively caps the marker, slamming it down to the table and pacing towards sasha. he stretches his hands out in frustration, eyes bulging out of his head. “IT WAS A FREAKIN’ GIRAFFE!” everyone erupts into laughter, giggling at the iconic duo. sasha shrinks in her seat, realization dawning on her face. “ohhhh, that makes sense.” connie glares at her, making her shrink even more. “sorry?” her voice comes out as a squeak, as she subtly reaches her hand over to grab another bag of chips. connie sighs, plopping down next to her. “i need a new partner.” he mutters under his breath, although, a small smile rests on his face.

“okay!” jean springs up, looking down at you and stretching a large hand out for you. “our turn now.” you nod your head, hesitantly placing your hand in his. your eyes flicker over to eren, who’s turquoise eyes are dead set on the physical contact between you and jean, fumes practically blowing out of his ears. you retract your hand, sensing erens jealousy from across the room, resulting in jean giving you a confused look. maybe this wasn’t a great idea.

“i’ll draw first”, you say, walking towards the blue bin. you pick out a paper, determining in your mind what you are going to draw for the term you were given.

-

as the night went on, more rounds were completed, different teams gaining points. you and jean were a natural, just like he had said. you guys collected the most points, never once failing to guess the other’s picture. you guys enjoyed the night, constantly laughing with each other over something stupid that was happening.

sasha and connie progressively got better, improving on their communication throughout the game. armin and eren were amazing, armin always able to guess eren’s picture, despite his not so great art skills.

it wasn't just that he wasn't great at drawing, but he was distracted. by you. eren’s eyes never once left you and jean, constantly watching the two of you interact, virescent eyes clouded with jealousy and anger. no one paid him mind, thinking that the boy was just being his usual, angry self.

but you knew eren better than anyone. he was upset. it was obvious to you. but if you tried to talk to him or ask him what was wrong, he would reply only in short, one worded answers. “are you okay?” “yes.”

he barely interacted with anyone throughout, not even paying armin any mind when the blonde tried to communicate with him.

the last straw was when you and jean had won the final round.

you guys were yelling in ecstasy, boasting about your success to the others. you had reached out both your hands to give jean a high five in congratulations, and as he connected his large hands with yours, he pulled you into an embrace, wrapping his arms around you, trapping you in a friendly hug close to his body.

of course, eren witnessed the interaction, and if he wasn't angry before, oh he definitely was now.

he stood up, stomping towards the both of you, aggressively pushing jean away from you. jean stumbled back, trying to catch himself from falling, as you stood there, eyes wide.

“ay, what the fuck, man?” jean steps towards eren, squaring up to him, amber eyes challenging him to lay another hand.

“don’t fucking touch her.” eren doesn't stutter, and he grabs your wrist, pulling you away to the door, not even looking back at jean. you hurriedly grab your purse from the couch, scanning around the room to make sure nothing was left. armin and the others just watch the exchange, not even bothering to interfere, sasha happily munching on her snack, watching everything like a movie.

armin leans over, whispering in sasha’s ear. “um, should we say something?”

“nope!” connie reaches a hand into sasha’s bag of chips, stealing a few in his fingers resulting in her slapping the hand away, dragging the chips away.

eren unlocks the door with his hand, your wrist still held tightly by the other. “eren? what are you doing?” successfully unlocking the door after fumbling, he pulls it open, dragging you outside. “were leaving.”

your brows furrowed in confusion as he quickly pulls you down the hall, towards the elevator. you don’t say anything as he takes you to where his car was parked, still racking your brain on why he was acting like this, making you guys leave abruptly.

approaching his car outside, he finally lets go of your hand, pulling out his car keys and unlocking the door. he opens the passenger side door for you, still not saying anything as he walks over to the driver’s side, getting in and slamming the door.

you get in the car, softly shutting the door, and you just look straightforward, still not conversing. and this is how it is the entire car ride, your eyes just trained forward, not even bothering to peak a glance at eren, while he silently drove, emerald eyes flickering to the side to look at you once in a while. and this time, his hand is not on your thigh or intertwined with your own hand, it’s just sitting on his lap.

you both arrive back at your shared apartment. you throw your stuff on the couch, heading straight to the bathroom, not even bothering to acknowledge eren. he went straight to the bedroom, slamming the door with a loud thud.

you sigh, placing your palms on the bathroom counter, looking at your reflection. “what the fuck is up with him?” you mutter silently to yourself, running a hand down your face.

and then it clicks. jean. you were basically with him the entire night. that makes sense. the conversation in the car before arriving at sasha’s, the daggers shooting out of eren’s eyes straight at jean whenever he neared you. the closed off attitude the whole game night.

he’s jealous.

and his dumbass won’t tell you. considering how stubborn he is, you know that you will have to talk to him first before he even admits it. so you wash your hands, and gather up the rest of your energy to go and face your boyfriend.

approaching the bedroom door, you silently turn the doorknob, opening the door with a tiny creek. “eren?” you see him sitting down on the bed, scrolling through his phone. as you walk in and shut the door, he notices your presence and looks up, a blank expression on his face, a look in his eyes that you can’t describe. you stand in front of the wall awkwardly, shuffling your feet. “eren, please talk to me.”

he finally meets your eyes, staring at you for a long moment before he stands up, rising to his full height. he trudges towards you with his long legs, stopping at least a foot away from you.

“talk about what?”

“about what just happened. why are you so upset?”

“i’m not upset.” he feins an innocent look, crossing his arms against his chest. but you don’t believe the facade for a second. you squint your eyes, tilting your head at him. “yeah, right.” you purse your lips, crossing your own arms as well. “you’re jealous.”

that ignites a reaction out of him. hes close enough to you that his scent reaches your nose, vanilla taking over your senses. eren stares at you, studying your face. “i’m not fucking jealous.”

you raise your eyebrows in disbelief. “not jealous my ass. you are jealous. because of jean.”

eren steps closer to you, backing you into the wall, slamming his palm on the place next to your head, a burning look taking place in his eyes. “why are you so damn insistent with that? i said, i’m. not. jealous.”

you flinch, letting your arms drop to your sides, cowering under his gaze. “eren…” your voice cracks, your gaze dropping to your feet.

once he sees the fear and worry in your eyes, the once burning fire look in his emerald orbs fade into a soft and tender one.

“i- i’m sorry. you’re right. i am jealous.” he bows his head, brown hair out of the bun falling to the sides of his face. he sighs, moving the hand that was next to your head, to cup the side of your face. he places his forehead against yours, lovingly looking into your eyes. you bite your lip, waiting in anticipation of what he’s going to say.

“it’s just- i just don’t want to lose you to jean, or for that matter, lose you to anyone. i- your the best thing that has ever happened to me, and i can’t lose you.”

you gaze into his eyes, and the only thing you see now is pure love and worry. you caress his own cheek, making him bring his eyes back to yours. “don’t worry eren. you won't be losing me anytime soon. or ever in fact.”

he smiles a boyish grin, immediately put at ease and reassured by your kind words. he leans in, stopping right in front of your face, noses almost touching, lips only inches away. he looks into your eyes, searching for something in yours. “can i show you how much i don’t want to lose you?” his minty breath fans over your lips. his voice is deeper now, huskier, a heavier tone hiding underneath. your breath hitches in your throat, and you take a big gulp as his eyes flicker to your lips. you nod your head, and without wasting a moment, eren’s warm lips latch onto yours.

one of his hands moved from its former position, sneaking around your waist to pull you closer to him, while his other large hand traces circles into your cheek. you fist the front of his shirt, and eren presses his body against yours, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip asking for access. you comply, letting the wet limb in, it swirling around your own tongue, exploring every inch and crevice of your mouth. strong arms slide underneath your thighs, and he lifts you off the ground, pinning your back against the wall.

you instinctively wrap your legs around his body, placing your hands around his neck. you could feel his toned abs against your stomach, as well as his heartbeat, beating fast against yours. eren pulls away from the kiss, catching his breath before moving down, trailing wet and hot kisses down your face and to your jaw line. you move your hands up and tangle them in his hair, tugging just how he likes you to, conducting a low groan out of him.

eren moves down to your neck, finding your sweet spot when you let out a soft moan, and he bites and sucks, marking his territory and leaving discolored spots on your skin that you would have to take care of tomorrow. he smashes his lips against yours with more lustfulness, large hands groping and squeezing your thighs. he swings around, walking you towards the bed, placing your back against this soft mattress.

eren climbs on top of you, one knee in between your thighs, leaving your legs open, his chains dangling over your face. his hands trail up your body, feeling every inch of your skin. they trail back down, fingers sliding into your waistband of your pants, fingers caressing your clothed slit, gently pinching your sensitive essence through the material. you squirm under his touch, shivers traveling up and down your spine. “eren…”

“does that feel good, baby?” he questioned, slowly pulling your panties down your legs. you nod your head, raising your hips to help him pull off your underwear. “that’s a good girl”, he muttered, as his finger ran up and down your wet slit, gathering up your slick.

he pushed one long finger inside, as you arched your back up and into his chest, your walls clenching around his digit. “i am going to show you how much i love you.”

eren added another finger, hitting your spongy sweet spot, stretching your walls, your juices trailing down his hand. “you’re making such a mess.” he groaned with his husky voice, desire loud and clear.

“eren, m- more” you moaned out in a breathy voice. he complied, sliding another finger knuckles deep in between your drenched walls, curling and trusting them in and out. the same familiar feeling started building up in your lower abdomen area, tightening with each slow thrust. your hand grabbed his hair, pulling and tugging as your walls were clenching.

his other hand went for your clit, rubbing and caressing, as the feeling in your abdomen increased. with a few more thrusts from his long fingers, you came undone, clear liquid leaking down his fingers as he pulled out.

your legs were slightly shaking, mind overwhelmed with pressure. “such a good girl. making a mess everywhere.” he stuck his fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking on his fingers, not leaving any of your juice left to waste. “can i take off your shirt?”

you nod your head, brain still fuzzy as you came down from your high. eren positions his hands at the bottom of your shirt as you sit up a bit, lifting it up and over your head, throwing it on the floor. his fingers travel to behind your back, unclasping your bra easily without fumble.

he situates his hands on your waist, setting his pink lips onto yours. he traced shapes with his fingers along your stomach, trailing up to your breasts, rolling your hard nipples in between his fingers, pinching and twisting as his mouth swallowed your whimpers and cries.

he pulled away with this string of saliva connecting the both of your lips, his virescent eyes locked onto yours, lust cloudy them. “you know, you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.” he stupidly smiled, taking off his shirt and throwing it onto the floor near yours, revealing his sculpted chest. he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them and his boxers off his own legs in one swift motion. his cock sprung out, slapping against his stomach, pre cum oozing out of the pink tip.

his muscles flexed and contracted with each movement as he moved between your legs, spreading your thighs open and wide. he placed them over his shoulders, grabbing your ass and lifting your hips off the mattress, aligning his length with the entrance to your core. “i love you baby. are you ready?” you nod your head, pushing your hips forward in an attempt to feel more of him.

eren’s grip tightened on you, sure to leave light bruises the next day. he started rolling your hips so that his cock would move along your slit, pressing at your entrance and on your clit. you whined, desperately needy for him inside you.

he chuckled, his wet tip almost inside you. “i got you.” he slowly pushed his length inside your core, inching his way in as your toes curled due to the satisfying pleasure. you close your eyes, the delightful feeling taking over you.

“no, look at me, baby.” eren’s almost growling, his voice firm and commanding. you open your eyes, uncontrollable moans spilling from your mouth. “good girl.” he grunted, pushing himself deep inside your cunt, his tip brushing your cervix, your walls clenching around his cock.

he started thrusting inside you, his veiny cock throbbing inside you, his tip pressing onto your sensitive spot, eliciting moans from you. “shit, you’re taking me so fucking well.” he thrusted in and out of you, your climax quickly approaching. “eren, i- i am going to cum.” you croaked out, barely managing to form any more words.

eren quickens the pace, his hips crashing onto yours even faster than before. your whole body quivers, and your mind went blank, eyes rolling to the back of your head. eren continues to fuck you hard, the lewd expressions on your face only encouraging him on. he pressed you thighs further into your chest, you’re legs still shaking from the intensity. “baby, we’re just getting started.”

he places his wet tongue on your clit, as two large fingers sink into your core, curling inside your now sensitive cunt. your hands buried in his hair, tugging the chocolate strands from the overstimulation. “eren.. shit. t- too much” you cried out, hands burying even deeper.

he kept sucking and licking with his mouth, his fingers increasing speed as they thrusted into you. your hips started grinding, trying meeting the pace of his thrusts. you reached your climax once again, throat dry from all your moans. you sunk into the soft mattress below you, in a state of pure bliss. “that’s right sweetheart.” eren climbed on top of you again, his still hard and throbbing cock entering your drenched cunt in one simple motion.

his mouth connected to your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple while his other hand masssged into the other. “scream my name.” your walls continue to clench around his legs, pressure building once again in your lower abdomen.

eren was panting, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and erratic. “i thought i said,” he looks at you, eyes half lidded, sweat dripping down his body. “i want to hear you scream. my. name.” he thrusts into you hard, making you cry out. “eren!” and with that you climax for another time, your walls clenching and milking his cock, encouraging his own high.

his cock twitched inside you, throbbing as his movement came to a halt. his cum poured inside you, painting your walls white with his liquid. eren collapsed next to you on the bed, irregularly breathing, sweat falling down his body.

he connected his lips with yours once again, caressing the side of your cheek lovingly. he pulls away after a few moments, gazing into your eyes. “i hope that was enough to show you how much i love you.”

you smile like an idiot, nodding your head and humming. “you certainly did. i love you, eren.”

“good”, he planted a kiss on your cheek, stroking your hair. “let’s go take a shower and clean up, okay?” he gently picked you up, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. “you did so well tonight.” he plants a soft kiss on your forehead, his warm lips lingering for a moment. “again, i’m sorry about everything earlier.”

you give him a reassuring smile, smoothing out his messy hair. “it’s okay eren. i forgive you. i love you.”

“i love you.”

[gracemyface]

Daryl: The Professional (Daryl Dixon x Young! Reader)

Chapter One

Key:

Y/n - Your Name

Y/l/n - Your Last Name

Y/e/c - Your Eye Color

Y/h/c - Your Hair Color

Requested by @ynreaderlol: Heyyy can you do more of the Daryl as a father figure? I think that’s such an interesting dynamic and I feel like Daryl is really good with kids/teens.

Series Masterlist | Next Part

Reader Gender: Neutral (They/Them)

Summary: Jess wanted you here, and now Jess is gone it’s up to Daryl to keep the promise of keeping you safe and he’s not entirely happy about it. He’ll get over it, he will.

Warnings: canon typical violence, hate symbols, Merle Dixon, and cursing.

A/n: I really like this dynamic, but I really hate the video game about Daryl’s past (what kind of game gives you passive aggressive achievements for dying too much?) This is a really cute fic tho, I’m proud of it-- even if I got carried away.

My friend moth made me listen to an hour of that one fortnite cover of American Boy, so that kinda forced me to write and you can thank her. 

Word Count: 2.1k

It’s incredibly, unbearably silent in the cabin of the truck.

Daryl’s fingers grip the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles have gone white and his face is screwed tight with some sort of anguish. You search for something to say, but you can’t quite force anything out.

His uncle was the one who wanted you around, and now his uncle is dead.

Sedalia hadn’t been what the two men had hoped it would be. The small town had gone up in flames seemingly overnight and everyone inside was dead— or undead. One minute everything was fine, they’d gotten their gas and were returning to their vehicle, and the next Jesse was dead, sprawled out on the pavement and twitching silently. You cut your hand in the fall, grabbing at the shattered windshield to catch yourself.

The bleeding had stopped, but it was throbbing now, and Daryl doesn’t look like he’s going to stop anytime soon.

“Hey…” You swallow. “I’m, uh, I’m real sorry about your uncle--”

He presses all the way down on the breaks and you jerk forward, the seat belt being the only thing to stop you from further injury.

“Here’s how this is gonna play out.” The redneck grinds out, turning in his seat to face you. “You don’ bring up Jess-- ever. In fact, we just ain’t gonna talk about ourselves at all, and then I’m gonna hand your sorry ass off to the first person that ain’t a shit for brains. You understand me?”

Swallowing your pride, cornered up against the door like a rat in a cage, you glare at him and nod. He continues driving. 

At nightfall, you settle down for camp, and he cleans your wound. When you flinch, he flinches too.

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You fall into a routine. You’re to stay in the car until he tells you otherwise, or unless he needs you to reach into tight spaces, even if you’re just setting up camp.

Daryl thinks you’re useless. You glare at him a whole lot.

One day, when you’ve had enough, you get out of the car. He looks at you like you’re crazy, then like he might just kill you, but then you pick up one of the tent spikes.

“Let me help.”

If he thinks anything of your growing a pair, he doesn’t say-- he simply starts instructing.

You don’t have to sit in the car as much after that.

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“Eat.” 

You look up from the odd skewer in your hand to stare at him like he’s crazy. Daryl repeats his command, poking at the small fire with a stick.

“I- how?” 

The man sighs and rolls his eyes, miming with his hands. “Like a chicken leg.”

You snort softly. “It’s a squirrel on a stick… it’s anything but a chicken leg.”

As you take a bite, wishing that you were eating a piece of the familiar fowl, you swear that, in the low light of the flames, you see the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.

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You’re a few miles out from Fontana when Daryl puts some terrible country disc in the car.

You make a face and glance between him and the radio, eliciting a scoff from the man. Your hand, still bandaged and shaky, reaches up and clicks it off-- y/e/c eyes staring at him defiantly. His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline and he immediately clicks it back on.

“Your music sucks.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What’re ya, twelve? You wouldn’t know good music if it smacked ya in the face.”

It’s your turn to scoff, correcting him under your breath with a bold ‘fuck you’ tacked on.

And then there’s nothing but the music.

Your body slowly turns away from him, curling towards the door as you look out the window. He’ll glance at you every now and then, too awkward to know what to say and too stubborn to try. After a few minutes of radio silence from you, Daryl ejects the CD and throws the pack into your lap.

“Don’ say I never did nothin’ for you.” 

He almost says it like it’s a joke.

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Upon entering Fontana, gunshots could be heard over the music-- it sounded like some lunatic was shooting off just for fun. At Daryl’s instruction, you roll your window up.

“Keep yer head down.” He mumbles, cutting off the engine and pressing down on your head.

You curl up down in the foot well.

The redneck undoes his seat belt, leaning forward to look out through the windshield and out the side windows with furrowed brows. Suddenly, the bullets stop, and he looks down at you when you perk up a bit.

“Is it safe?” You whisper and he brings his finger up to his lips.

Another odd sound fills the air-- the sound of someone singing. As they get closer, it sounds like a man singing Bon Jovi; he perks up as it gets louder, and very suddenly he’s jumping out of the car.

There’s a joyful greeting and a quick hushed conversation. You remain in your place, your heart beating rapidly.

“Just you?” The other voice asks, laughing hoarsely.

“Naw.” Daryl sounds strange. “Hey, Y/n, you can come on out now.” 

When he knocks on the windshield, you unfurl yourself carefully and slowly peek over the dash.

Stood next to Daryl is a man dressed in all black; he’s got a gun in his hands and a cigarette hanging from his lips and he smiles malevolently.

“Well, well. Never took you for a charity case, little brother.”

You get out of the car, scrambling around the strange man and to your companion’s side. 

“Where’s your daddy, kid? Or was my little brother getting real busy while I was gone?”

You ball your hands into fists, willing your voice to be steady. “He’s dead.”

“What a damn shame.” Daryl’s brother tilts his head in faux sympathy. “Would’ve been nice to know my brother finally got it wet.”

“Lay off it, Merle.” Daryl sighs.

“What? Can’t a man wish for his brother to be taken care of?”

“Merle!”

“Why else would you be carrying this dead weight? Say, if they’re not our blood why don’t you and I just leave ‘em and go?”

“Merle, shut up! The kid’s with me, that’s final.”

He laughs at his little brother’s outburst and starts… walking away.

“Hey, where you goin’?”

“I left something in the bar, why don’t you stay there and babysit a little while longer.”

Daryl huffs in annoyance and throws his arms up, turning to you after.

“... did he have an iron cross on his belt?” You’re hesitant, dragging your eyes off Merle’s retreating figure.

He snorts and shakes his head at you, effectively telling you that the questions should stop there.

After a few uncomfortable minutes, Daryl sighs and starts patting his pockets. “You know how to shoot a gun, kid?”

“Sorta, why?”

He pulls a small pistol out of some pocket. “Cause we’re goin’ after him.”

You balk at him and then the gun. “He wants to leave me behind.”

Daryl pays your words no mind, checking the magazine and safety before handing you the gun.

“He’s a wannabe nazi!”

The Dixon brother gives you a look and starts walking. After weighing your options, you decide to follow him.

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It all happened so fast.

Merle had been arguing with a few men over God knows what, and the scumbags hadn’t reacted well to you and Daryl showing up. One thing lead to another and, after the older Dixon shot one of them, an all-out brawl was taking place-- two versus two, a fair fight.

But the guy fighting Daryl had the upper hand, and his brother was too busy pummeling a guy to death with the leg of a chair to notice.

You don’t even really remember pulling the trigger.

“Oh-- my god.” You whisper, holding the gun out from your body. “Oh my god!”

Stumbling slightly, his nose bloody, Daryl makes his way to you, gently taking the gun.

“Y/n-”

“I thought he was gonna kill you-”

“Y/n-”

“You should’ve seen it-”

“Y/n!” You stop talking, and Daryl holds your face in his bloody hands. “Are you alrigh’?!”

You nod dumbly, and his shoulders don’t look so tense anymore.

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Merle’s motorbike has a special sticker on it. When he rides by on it, you turn from the window to give Daryl a ‘what the fuck’ look.

He snorts again.

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You guys stop to set camp in the forests just outside Atlanta and Merle stops you from helping set up-- Daryl forbids you two from talking to each other.

They give you a gun and tell you they’re going to be in the area, hunting for whatever they can find.

When they come back with rabbit, you make a face, and Merle is quick to mock.

“Look at your majesty, bitchin’ and moanin’ ‘cause they don’t get what they want.” 

Daryl tells him to fuck off and makes a mental note to look for squirrels more often.

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After a few days of moving around the swarmed city, they found something that piqued their interest. A quarry.

You’ve been driving for forever now, going just slightly uphill for the last mile or so. Bored out of your mind, you’ve resigned to looking down out the window at the water, slumped against the door-- and then you see it.

“Daryl, look!”

At the top of the hill seems to be a camp. There’s an RV and a line of other cars, people scattered about, and a few tents a bit behind them; a big man with dark hair pulls a gun on your approaching party and Daryl stops the truck, Merle stopping the motorbike just in front of it.

“Stay here,” Daryl mutters, getting out.

You make brief eye contact with the burly man as both Dixon brothers approach him, their hands up.

They talk, but you can’t hear what they’re saying. More people emerge from the camp to see what the commotion is, women and children and even an old man.

Your heart swells.

The man points to you, his eyebrow cocked as he says something. Both brothers turn to look, but Daryl is the only one who returns to you.

“They’re gonna let us stay-- all of us.” He says quickly and quietly, as he opens the door. “I think he just wants to know we ain’t kidnap you or somethin’.”

He helps you out of the truck and closes it behind you, flanking you as you walk all the way up to Merle and the man.

“-- and this is Y/n Y/l/n. They’re a pain in the ass, but they’re good at foragin’” Merle claps a hand on your shoulder and you do your best not to scowl at him. “Been with my dear brother since shit hit the fan.”

The man turns to you and grins a bit. “Well, Y/n, I’m Shane Walsh.” 

He turns back to the brothers after you shake his hand.

“You three can get your stuff settled, find a spot in this mess. In a bit, when the sun goes down, we’re goin’ to start a fire, eat a meal together-- y’all are invited to join us.”

Shane doesn’t miss the way you perk up at that-- excited by the prospect of a meal and of actual conversation-- and he winks playfully before he returns to his people, likely to inform them.

You’re still smiling when your share of stuff is shoved in your hands and you’re dragged off to find a good spot to set yourselves up.

Somehow, you convince the brothers to take up Shane’s offer.

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That night, after beer and food have gone around, Daryl launches into his story about the Chupacabra.

You’ve already heard it once or twice and, between your full stomach and the heat of the fire, your eyes are having a hard time staying open. Subconsciously, you lean into your favorite Dixon and he automatically, still telling his story, lifts his arm to wrap around you; you fall asleep like that, even as a hushed argument over the accuracy of the tale erupts around you.

At some point, Daryl looks down at you and realizes what’s happened.

If he decides to follow Merle’s plans, he could just leave you here with these people. They already like you, they’re capable, and they function well-- it’s everything Jess wanted for you back when they stumbled into their cabin and saw you, curled up in the corner and shaking, an orphan covered in blood.

You cuddle closer to him in your sleep, snoring softly, and he holds you tighter.

Yeah, he’s not letting you go

[erythrum]

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘖𝘯𝘦

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧,𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦,𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹,𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘴,𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.9𝘬 +

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘺/𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦

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The boneyard was a melting pot, pogues, tourons, and kooks unalike all gathering for one of the last kegger's of summer. This mash together of kids from all over Kildare and the mainland always ended in chaos, it was just a matter of time before shit went down tonight.

Rafe had his arm thrown around my shoulders as we walked down the path to the boneyard. I could faintly see Topper and Kelce downing the cups of pogue provided beer. Didn’t matter whether or not the kooks or pogues could get along, as long as it was on the cut and alcohol was provided, the teens could get along for a limited amount of time.

“Hey y/n! What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving for college this week?” It was Sarah who yelled out to me, running up to her brother and I in her floral printed dress. Rafe’s arm dropped to his side as she came with Topper not far behind.

“Oh I just couldn’t miss my last kegger before leaving, Duke can wait on me one more day.” The two of us embraced in one of those hugs that has you shifting your weight from side to side. I guess she didn’t realize I wouldn’t leave for college for another month, but I was sure she was already too drunk for me to explain it to her that she was not thinking of the right month.

As Sarah was hanging onto me probably a little too tight, Topper was giving Rafe one of those looks that said everything but also nothing at the same time. Like prior knowledge had to be known to understand the context. I of course did not, those two always had some stupid shit planned and I can almost guarantee it had to do with messing up the pogues’ little party.

The sun hung low on the horizon after I had finished my third cup, the colors illuminating the sky so brilliantly it felt like a fantasy. I stripped off my top and headed for the water, the pinks and purples of the sky reflected in its crashing waters. It was so cold, the temperature sent shivers up my body and a familiar rush in my energy. Almost waist deep now, I submerged my body completely under the water. It was always how I remembered it, calm and refreshing.

“C’mon Rafe! Don’t be a little bitch and get in there, I see the way you look at her,” Topper spewed, pushing his friend to have a little courage.

“Man what the fuck are you even talking about?” Deny everything Rafe thought.

“Oh come on dude, you’ve been making please love me eyes at her since the sixth grade, and please fuck me eyes at her since the tenth, when are you gonna do something about it for once? You’ve got a month to make a move, or regret it your entire life,” Topper continued his monologue as Rafe tuned him out, too distracted by the girl, his girl, staring out into the Atlantic like it was calling to her.

His heart was pounding as he made a B-line for the water, a light jog, but not so fast someone would think he’s crazy, or just madly in love. He swiftly pulled his polo over and off his head before plunging into the chilly water. Topper clearly knew whatever he'd said had worked.

I heard him before I saw him, Rafe approached and submerged himself just as I had a few minutes before.

“If we get hypothermia I'm sending you my hospital bills.” He laughed, wading around in the shallow water.

“Oh shock! Rafe Cameron threatening his medical bill payments? I never could’ve guessed!” We enjoyed our few minutes of peace before talking again.

“But it’s basically impossible anyways, you get use to it after awhile, maybe it’ll calm your hot-headed ass down,” I giggled and prepared for what always came next. Rafe pickup me up around my waist, lifting me over his shoulder before attempting to sprint as fast as he could deeper into the water. His hands had been wrapped around the back of my knees for a few moments until he threw himself and I down into the deeper water, both of us completely submerged beneath the surface.

The sun was dipping below the horizon now, and the deep blue of the sky was beginning to envelop the boneyard. We had come up for air, and I began splashing him with the water around us, payback for his antics. Theres no way in hell I’d be able to throw him down into the water too, this was the best I could come up with. The two of us were laughing before Rafe grabbed my arms and twisted me around so my back was flesh against his front. I gave up on trying to fight him off. Instead I just rested against him in an attempt to catch my breath.

“Hey Rafe, can we talk about something?” Oh fuck she knows, he thought. This was gonna be it, it’s going to fuck up his entire plan.

“Yeah, uh sure, like here?” He questioned.

“Maybe not here, I think we’ve got as audience,” he knew she was referring to Topper and Kelce, they were watching from the beach.

"The truck then?" I nodded my head, not at all prepared for the favor I needed to ask of him.

The sand stuck to my feet as we headed back to where his truck was, the chilly air wrapping around my body. Rafe opened the backseat door and pulled out a towel for me, always prepared. He pulled the passenger side door and I slid into the seat, the heat of his car pumping through the interior. My heart was pounding, but I wasn’t sure if his was too. We made it about halfway to tannyhill before speaking.

“Soooo,” he said.

“You’re going to think I’m absolutely crazy, Rafe," I laughed in an attempt to hide my nervousness.

"First of all, you're already crazy, and second of all, I'm pretty sure I know exactly what you're going to say," his hands were clenching the steering wheel harder now.

""Oh really? You already knew that I was going to ask you to take my virginity?" I don't know why, but I just blurted it out.

His car came to a screeching halt on the side of the road, lunging me forward as he stared in disbelief at the road infront of him.

"Im sorry, what did you just say?"

"That I want you to take my virginity? V-card? Cherry? Damn Rafe how else am I supposed to say it?"

"And," there was a pause in his voice like he didn't believe me, "your being serious, correct?"

“Correct.”

“And, come again? I need to hear that one more time.”

“Jesus fuck Rafe, I’m being dead serious, I want you to take my virginity, what about that is so hard to explain?” It came out as more of a yell than a scream, he took a long sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He was thinking long and hard, I knew because he always had something to say, and now he wasn’t saying anything at all. It felt like hours had past before he spoke again.

“Why?”

It was my turn for a long sigh.

“Well, I guess I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and I want to do it, but whenever I think about it in my head the only person I can see doing it with is you. You’re the only person I trust enough with my own body, I mean shit,” I had to think for a long time before admitting what came next.

“Whenever someone, you know like Scarlet or whoever, asks about who I’m interested in or whatever it may be, not a single person ever comes to mind except you, it’s like all I see when I look at you is you, everything else is like blurred around you and whenever I think about who the love of my life will be, I always think of you, not some mystery guy that I haven’t met yet.” I didn’t plan for this to be a full confession on how I feel about him, but here I am spilling everything I’ve been holding in my heart for the last three years.

“And I know that sounds fucking stupid I know, I mean we’re still teenagers for crying out loud, but when I’m with you it always feels like I’m home.” I was nearly crying at this point, struggling to get the words out of my chest that had been waiting for so long. He was listening, deadly quiet, and I had no idea what he was thinking for once in my life.

“You know what? Just forget about it, can you take me home please?” I was definitely crying now, it felt like I’d ripped my own heart to shreds. Theres no way he could ever feel the same way about me, he protected me like I was his own blood, not like he was in love with me. My face was nestled into the sleeve of my hoodie as the tears came out. His hands had moved back to the steering wheel now, gripping onto it so tight I thought it might break. The muscles in his forearms almost looked like they were twitching, but he still had the car in park.

He wanted to just grab her and kiss her right now, the girl he'd been in love with since the sixth grade sitting in his passenger seat, her seat, confessing her feelings to him. Rafe knew it was alot for her to ask, but it meant even more to him everything that she had said after her original question. And there was no way in hell he was going to let her get away again.

Rafe reached his hand over to hold onto her tear stained cheek.

"y/n," The bother of them were breathing heavily.

"I'm in love with you," it slipped from my mouth and he leaned in to kiss me. It felt like I had a wave of electricity coursing through my body. His hand grasping onto my face as he leaned over the center console. My hand reaching for his chest, his lips on mine as we intertwined with one another. It felt like everything in my life was complete, and the tension has been released. His fingers tangled in my hair.

It was over before I realized it, and Rafe was driving me home. My breathing hadn't normalized in any way, it was like I needed to throw up my heart to get the knot out. I couldn't stop thinking about the way his had felt on me, the way his lips felt on mine, the way it felt for once in my life like I was loved.

"i'll think about it," his voice cracked.

I leapt out of his car as fast as I could with tears streaming down my face. Did he feel the same? Did he not? My brain was spinning so fast I barely made it inside my bedroom door before collapsing. I wrapped myself up in the thick comforter, a heart full of ache and a body exhauster with sleep.

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[kiridarling]

𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

hanta sero | f!reader, horny!reader, alcohol, bartender!hanta, car sex, riding, half-assed confessions, praise. minors dni!

— 2.9k words

"Look at you, shaking on my cock. I fill you up that well, Baby?"

"Okay, that's enough."

You whine when your shot is plucked out of your hands, your fingers grabbing around nothing once it gets too far from your reach.

"N-No wai—hic!—'m not done yet 'n I paid for that."

You don't even have the sobriety to act enthusiastic, and the bartender raises a pierced eyebrow.

"The club's closing."

You click your tongue at that and groan, before pushing your upper body away from the bar to see that there's no one else here but you and the bartender, with proper lights on to illuminate that the place is a fucking mess.

"What? What happ—happened to partyin' all night long..." You drift, eyes narrowing to make out the floating words on the bartender's name tag, "...Hinata?"

"It's been all night. And it's Hanta," he says curtly, drying what you think might be your shot glass with a fluffy white towel. What a waste. "Another ex?"

"Fine." you nearly yell, dropping your forehead on the bar so hard it hurts—or it would have if you were sober. Which you are. Totally. "And yes. I'm thinking of buying this one dead roses. For shits 'n—hic—gigs."

"Creative," he snorts, sliding his forearms onto the table until they bump into yours from the opposing side. A glass is set next to your head. "C'mon. I'll give you time to sober up while I put everything away. Deal?"

"'N how long 's that gon' take," you struggle to sit up, body tilting to the right despite your best efforts to sit up straight. Hanta shrugs.

"Thirty minutes?"

"That's fine then," you nod, looking around the place through swollen eyes. "'S empty."

"It is. C'mon, drink," he nudges the glass of water your way. You scowl.

"'S gonna make me sober?"

"Yup," Hanta nods, popping the 'p.' You sigh before tossing your head back with another obnoxious groan.

"Then I don' want it," and you contemplate tossing the drink onto the floor, but you figure Hanta wouldn't like that very much. You opt for a pout instead.

"Well, you need it. You're fucked," he says kindly, before picking up the cup full of water and dropping it under your nose. "Now drink."

You sigh, already feeling the sobriety kicking in as you grab your glass by the waist. "You're so fucking difficult."

"Sobriety is good," the bartender offers. You snort.

"Sobriety is fucking terrible," you reply, already hating that it's already kicking in after a few sips. "People come to the club to get fucked. No way I have to leave sober."

"Sober enough to get home," Hanta edits with a nod. It's tempting to throw your heel at his face.

"Sober enough to hate life again," You grouse with narrowed eyes. Hanta shrugs.

"And once you spend a few days hating life, suddenly it doesn't seem so bad," he smiles cheekily before turning his back to you to wash whatever, and you roll your eyes at his optimism.

You stare at him, lips twisted in a disrespectful confusion, and definitely not admiring how the muscles of his back roll under that tight black shirt while he washes the dishes. How can someone look sexy washing the dishes, one may ask, and the answer is—you can't. Therefore, you wholly and completely blame the alcohol for the flush in your cheeks as you pat your back pockets for your wallet so you can pay for a taxi and stumble home to deal with the hangover at work tomorrow.

"You good?" He raises a pierced eyebrow, turning around when you fail to speak. You grimace.

"...My wallet's missing."

Hanta's entire body sags, the rag in his hand hitting the counter as he gives you a look of pure and utter exasperation.

"You're kidding me."

"I..." you pat your butt, just to check and, "Yeah. It's fucking gone."

The noirette runs a heavy hand over his face, before rubbing at the corner of his eyes with a faint yawn. "Fine, then. I can take you home, but you have to wait until I'm done closing."

"Does that mean I can have another drink?" You ask slyly, inching so close your gut digs into the bar in question. Hanta gives you a look of near-disgust.

"No."

You pout, though you don't move away. He's close enough that he's starting to blur but not aggressively close. You notice the faint smattering of freckles against his cheeks, eyes flickering to Hanta's lips as a pink tongue darts to gloss them over.

"You're not bad up close, you know," you breathe, running a finger up the visible vein up his arm. Hanta's eyes dilate but he moves away, and you huff, returning to your seat with a pout at the brush-off.

"You're no fun," you grumble, tucking your hands under your chin. Hanta goes back to wiping down the bar with a chuckle.

"It's against policy," is all he grunts. You roll your eyes.

"Yeah well, your policy fucking sucks," your tongue curls to spit vitriol in a way you didn't even know you could. Hanta's eyebrows raise in amusement at your petulance. "And what's the fucking policy? Don't get laid?"

"No, it's don't take advantage of tipsy customers," he nearly barks with a snort.

"I'm barely tipsy," you offer. Hanta freezes to look you up and down.

"...Sure." You growl.

"I'm not!"

"Well. This is me."

Hanta cocks an eyebrow and the car rumbles to a stop with a jingle of his key in the ignition. His eyes follow yours to the front door. The car ride was pleasantly silent—pleasantly, excluding the weighty air, you couldn't cut with a steak knife that forces your thighs to rub together.

"This is you?"

"Yup."

You pop the 'p' and make no move to get out; he doesn't unlock the door.

"It's a nice place."

"Thanks," you smile, and you have half a mind to invite him inside. You don't, though—you shouldn't. Because what do you think will happen?

"Um...so I guess this is goodbye. I guess." His fingers drum against the leather of his steering wheel, and your eyes drift to his hands.

"Yeah," you eye the purse sat in your lap. "Yeah, right."

He unlocks the door and your grip around your purse tightens as you reach for the door handle. "Thanks, agai—"

"Uh, hold on, actually."

The doors lock. You fight a smile.

And he looks conflicted—drumming fingers changing from a random tap to an anxious beat, teeth digging into the inside of his cheek, and eyes darting everywhere but at you. You sit your elbows on the armrest console.

"Yes?"

"Um, okay," he huffs through his nose, dimples popping in a borderline acrid grin. "What if—what if I wanted to break the policy?"

You feign a gasp, placing a dramatic hand over your heart in sheer horror. "What? Not the policy!"

"Yeah, yeah okay," Hanta snorts, grabbing you by the back of the neck and grinning when you nearly squeal. "C'mere—I want to kiss you."

And, well. Who are you to deny such an offer?

Hanta tastes like gin. You wonder if he's allowed to drink on the job, but it's only a fleeting thought because he's tilting his head and moaning into your mouth, and you find yourself pushing back eagerly.

He's sinfully good with his lips, tongue, whatever—or maybe it's the alcohol. But either way, his lips are plush enough to enjoy but firm enough to dominate, and you melt into the seat as he pulls away and rasps:

"How're you feeling, Pretty?"

Is it just hot in here, or is it just you?

"Um," you flush in seeing his smug grin while he patiently waits for your answer, and it's aggravating. "Good—I'm feeling good."

The noirette hums, eyes dropping to your lips.

"Want to try again?"

You nod, "Yes please."

Hanta's chest rumbles and he's grinning against your lips. "Saying please already? Good girl."

When he presses his lips to yours again, it's with much more weight than the first kiss, and it nearly knocks you into the window. He trails hot kisses down the column of your neck, making you hiss when he bites right under your ear.

The next thing you know, Hanta's unbuckling his seatbelt and then yours, before huffing against your lips: "Backseat."

The moment you two squeeze between both seats, Hanta's pulling you into his lap, his hands taking possession of your waist as if they've always belonged there. As he sucks hickeys into your collarbone, he lifts an eyebrow in question as he slides his hands to the zipper of your dress. "Can I?"

You bite your lip and nod, hips rolling slowly. Hanta hisses and tightens his grip around your waist as he slowly pulls down the zipper, the sound of sliding metal bouncing off the doors of the heated car.

"Just as perfect as I thought they'd be," He groans, chuckling slightly when you berate him for being a pervert—not as if it matters now, with the top of your dress sliding down your arms and under your bra. His hips flex as yours pick up the pace, hiding a smile at the feeling of his hard cock growing against your inner thigh. Hanta shucks your dress to your waist with two big hands, keeping them at your ribs.

"Fuck—keep grinding on me, just like that baby," his eyes drop to watch your hips roll before he's recklessly shoving your bra straps down your shoulders. "You know, I always wondered how you dealt with those assholes. I wouldn't if you were mine."

"Is this your cheesy way of asking me out?" You huff a giggle, and Hanta's dimples pop.

"If you'll take it."

"Make me cum, first," you offer, hips stuttering when he tweaks a nipple. "And then take me on a date."

Hanta snorts, lips returning to your neck. "Aye aye, Cap'n."

You slap him across the chest and Hanta takes the brunt of it with a smile, slowly sliding a hand up your inner thigh that you didn't feel until right now.

He thumbs the hem of your panties in question. You nod without and he bites a lip as he pulls the flimsy thing to the side and slides a calloused finger into your throbbing cunt.

"So fucking wet, holy shit," he breathes against your neck. You rest a hand on the fogging window with a sigh, and pumps his finger slowly—whether it's to get you used to the feeling or to tease, you aren't quite sure.

"You can add another."

"I—" Hanta shudders, nails digging into the meat of your hips. "Okay. Yeah, okay."

As he pushes a second finger in with the first, you two hiss in unison, nails digging hot red lines into his muscled shoulders. Your walls bend around him easily, squeezing his digits with such a firmness it has the poor guy fantasizing what you'll feel like wrapped around his cock. He whimpers behind a bitten lip at the thought, thumb ghosting your clit with a determination to make you feel good.

"You're taking my fingers so well, Baby," he says, groaning when your hips gain a life of their own. Hanta wheezes a laugh at your desperation, strung tight from arousal. "What? Need me to go faster?"

You nod your head, whimpering a meek yes that would be embarrassing if you weren't so worked up. Hanta shakes his head with a low chuckle.

"Ask nicely, Pretty."

"Please!" You practically fling your upper body over his, "I wan—I nee—"

"What's that, my needy baby?" Hanta purrs behind a bitten lip, struggling to keep your hips from bucking because you just look so good. You know his hand has got to be cramping from the angle he fingers you at, but you figure that it doesn't matter—especially when he adds a third, to your pleasant surprise.

"Fuck!" You keen, body curling along with his fingers. Hanta groans as you contract around him and digs his teeth into the junction of your neck, making you gasp along with the painful pleasure.

"You need to fuck me like, right now," you pant, and it's clear you don't have to tell the noirette twice—his slick-soaked fingers rocket to his fly, pulling his cock out with suck a speed it would be worrying if you weren't equally desperate.

"Yes Ma'am," he smiles and you snort, rolling your eyes—though the light mood dies once the head of his cock kisses your entrance. Suddenly, you're not floating anymore but sat in Hanta's heated lap, making all of this feel so much more real—the fogged windows, the skin on skin, the heavy petting. You can't believe you've waited this long, but at the same time, surprised this didn't happen sooner.

"Ready?" You ask, knees digging into leather as you straddle his lap. Hanta's chest shudders.

"Ready when you are."

You roll your eyes. What a gentleman.

With that, you press against him with a little more insistence and he pops the head of his cock in with a huff, muscled chest shuddering as you force yourself down until you hit the base.

"Shit," Hanta wheezes, grip tightening around your waist. He keeps you there—forces your lungs to work hard around his cock—and you quiver around him like a leaf in the wind.

"Look at you," Hanta coos like you're the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen. "Shaking on my cock. I fill you up that well, Baby?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" your throat contracts as you shift, inevitably nestling him deeper and pushing a quiet eep from your throat. It's clear Hanta's getting impatient, hips wiggling as a hot hand reaches for your hands to pin them behind your back. As he holds you at a 45-degree angle, to the point where you're slumped against the seat in front of you, the hand on your waist lifts before dropping you down again.

"Fuck!" You scream, thighs flexing as his hips pick up the pace fairly quickly. The noirette chuckles, tongue peeking in concentration as sweat starts to soak his hair to his forehead.

"Sorry," he pants, though he doesn't really sound that sorry, eyes fixated on where you're connected. "Did you say something? Can't really hear you over all the moaning."

You snarl at that, though it's hard to when he holds you at such an angle. You have half a mind to shut the fuck up, acknowledging that technically, you're outside—but another part of you thinks fuck it, you're forced to hear your neighbors go at it like bunnies at least once a week. They can suffer this one time, right?

"Shit—squeezing me so tight," Hanta grunts under his breath, eyebrows folding in ecstasy. "You trying to make me cum early, sweetheart?"

You whimper and shake your head as Hanta chuckles at how useless you are, as limp as a ragdoll while you take all of him so well. So, so well.

His thumb returns to your clit, and you both moan—you from the stimulation, he when you tighten around him. Hanta adjusts so you're properly sat in his lap again, his hot skin pressed to yours before his palm cracks against your ass with the one order, "Ride it."

Your thighs quiver pathetically as you lift yourself up on his cock, your throat tightening in a muffled squeal when his head rams into your cervix. You've never considered yourself to be a screamer but you suppose there are exceptions, and you consider getting properly fucked by your bartender in a bartender's backseat is a better excuse than any.

"Fuck—fuck just like that, fucking take it," Hanta's grunts are only semi-coherent as his hips buck in time with yours, the flush on his face growing down to his neck with the tight grip on your waist. There isn't much you can do but take it—and the fact that he gives you no wiggle room to squirm away gets you more excited than you feel it should.

"Where—" he pants, the car rocking with your movement as he latches a hand onto the back of the driver's seat. "W-where do you want me to...?"

"Inside," you whimper without a second thought. "I-Inside, please I nee—"

"I gotcha," Hanta's movements slow, opting for a smoother glide instead, and you find that the change in pace pushes you closer to the edge—and as does the thumb on your clit, which is slowly picking up the pace. "You gonna cum, Baby?"

You nod, but it earns you a spank on the ass, "Words, pretty girl."

"Y-Yeah, just—" He rolls your hips—and hard—and that final grind sends you flying off the edge, eyes skewing as you gasp his name. Hanta groans at the sight of you coming undone—the sight of you coming undone for him—and that's enough to make him curse under his breath before his hips stutter twice, and he's filling you with a groan.

"C'mere," he says, and you're not even sure he's done coming as he scrambles to pull you forward via your condensed top (which is between your upper and lower half) to pull you into a spit fueled kiss. It's messy and you're both exhausted, all tongue and spit, but it gets your blood boiling nevertheless. You're the first to pull away.

"Wanna come in for a drink?" You ask, knowing it's an invitation to come clean up and knock the fuck out together. Luckily, Hanta gets the memo, with his flushed face and pierced eyebrow.

"I thought you'd never ask."