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lunar-lara · 21 days

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can you write a imagine about you convincing hamzah to do the guess the chapstick flavor challenge and the whole video is yall making out and hamzah just uses it as a way to kiss your lips and he asks to make more videos like that.

ugh I love this idea, its fulfilling my 2014 dream !!

"Babeeee," your bf of 2 years calls your name to the kitchen island to take a look at his amazon cart he has pulled up. You leisurely walk up to him, his eyes still fixated on his scrolling, "would you be down to film a video with me for the channel?" he asks gently knowing y'all's privacy is important, but you're always eager to be involved in his workspace, knowing how much it means to him. However you shrug your shoulders to be normal, "yeah im down," you smile before taking his green grape right before him and popping it into your mouth with a devious smile. "y/nnn nooo I was eyeing that one the whole time," hamzah fake cries. You giggle as he chases you around your shared apartment, filled with laughter when he caught you by the waist, throwing you over his wide shoulder, "baby let me down!" You attempt to say with a serious voice, but clearly failing knowing you could never be mad at him.

It has now been a couple days since Hamzah has asked you if you wanted to film, unsure when this was going to take place as the details were the last thing on your guys' mind in that moment.

Heading back home after running a couple errands with hamzah, it's a warm sunny day you guys had just exited the elevator, your apartment door just down the hallway.

"still can't believe you chose a alligator over a gorilla babe," you said again giggling, something he never failed at making you do.

"listen ima strong swimmer what can I say," he joked as a dug out his keys from his camp pants, only two doors down.

"is that the package?" hamzah squealed.

"the package?" you asked quizzically setting down your coffee down on the kitchen island.

"yeah remember how I asked you if you wanted to film a video, well this is the video." he says holding up the box.

"okayy totally not ominous at all. Im gonna change ill be back then we can open up whatever is in there." you said already stripping off you're clothes. Changing into a black loose off the shoulder t-shirt and pink cotton shorts, you step into the living room seeing hamzah already set up, just fidgeting with another camera. The sun was setting giving you a beautiful view of your bf in his element with the sun shining on his face and curls before it tucks away for the night.

You take a seat on the sofa next him, "you're so handsome," you whisper, he looks over at you with the sweetest smile, before giving you a forehead kiss.

"wait a minute...the chapstick challenge?" you laugh a you hold up one of them.

Hamzah eagerly nods and starts recording, "welcome back slushies, today we have a very special guest, my oh so lovely girlfriend. And you guessed it were doing the chapstick challenge. However this is for the patreon because you guys pay 5 bucks a month to see such exclusive content." he winks making you roll your eyes. You pick up the blindfold that has been used multiple times. Before you even got the chance to hold it up to him, he takes it from your hands and leans in to return the favor. Giving you a whiff of his cologne, grunting a little as he makes sure the blindfold won't slip off.

"okay first one!" he says holding it up to the camera, of course applying it like any boy known to man. You feel his breath on your face, then a gentle touch around your neck making you melt into his grip, earning a smirk from him. Your lips part when you feel his lips against yours, completely forgetting about the challenge. Your hands find his curls as you pull him closer. He groans as he grabs your wrists, "cmon baby wats the flavor?" he whispers in your ear loving how needy and plump your lips already look.

"fuck h-hamzah i dont know..one more time?" you say scooting closer to him making him chuckle.

"okay one more," he says reapplying again before giving you another sloppy kiss making your heart jump. Again not focusing on the flavor but how wonderfully he dances his tongue with yours.

"answer." he demands.

Your chest is going up and down from the lack of air, your heads all fuzzy, you merely say the first one that came to mind. "vanilla?"

"ouch baby, wrong. Its strawberry," he teases making you take off your blindfold in defeat.

"whatever hamzah, my turn," you say leaning over his lap trying to pick one as he blindfolds himself, although hamzah decides to peek underneath since your ass is on display over him. how could he not?

"okay ready?" you ask going back into your position, hamzah quickly pulls the fabric down and nods nonchalantly. You attempt to show the camera, but you're not a professional like your bf so you give up and just apply it on your lips. You give him no warning and place a gentle peck on his lips leaving it up to him how much he wants to take, his large hand is rubbing up and down your waist.

"fuck this is hard. c'mere." he grunts as he grabs your waist pulling you to straddle his hips. You don't even have a chance to react before he attacks your lips again, you moan at the contact. After a few more seconds you pull away, "wat flavor?' you ask as he plays with the hem of your shirt.

"cherry." he says without question leaving you in shock at his miraculous guess.

"fuck you." you say crossing your arms. "dont be mad maybe you'll get it right ur turn." he taunts. Without leaving his lap your vision is gone again, but more quickly this round he just goes for it. A heated makeout session breaks out, you grind against him to gain more friction making both of moan, every touch from him feeling so much more heightened.

"hamzah please..m-more," you whine. You try to take off his shirt to speed up the process as you're too needy, but he just gives you a tsk before constraining your wrists behind your back with just one hand. Leaving his dominant hand to hold your chin in place so you can just barely feel his lips graze yours, "so needy my love." The nickname making your heart warm and your lower region ache for him. "i-i can't..hamzah take this stupid thing off me," you pouted but it only made him hornier.

"i don't know i think i like seeing you all flustered," he teased as he caressed your cheek making you lean into him subconsciously. "fine just touch me." you attempted to regain control.

"tsk where are your manners baby?" he said tightening the grip on your wrists making you bite your lip. You leaned in a little, "please hamzah...pretty please?" you sighed. Unknowingly he was blushing uncontrollably but thankfully for the blindfold, he kept his composure kissing and licking your neck, leaving hickies without a care in the world. You continued to grind down on him the friction giving you some relief, but not enough for hamzah. He rips of your shirt as well as his, slowly lowering you down on the cushion beneath him. You shimmy out of your shorts, as well as hamzah hearing him curse quietly. You feel him come back onto the sofa back in between your legs where he belongs. Caressing your body taking in your beauty, all ready for him just waiting for his permission. He begins to kiss down your chest, to your stomach, down to your hips, right to the inside of your pretty thighs. Your body is on fire, the stimulation is heightening every single touch, making you buck your hips towards him. Just for him to hold your hips down, so instead you go for his curls and give it a tug making him groan. "Keep your hands to the side, don't make me gotta tell you again." he warned. A whine left your lips but you reluctantly obeyed, he continued his slow pace until he reached your pink panties. Kissing your clothed clit, taking his sweet fucking time, "fuck please please," you begged. Hamzah finally slid off your panties, and began to work his magic, you back arched into him letting out a throaty moan. His long and thick fingers pumping into you at a rough pace, and don't the forget his tongue licking and sucking on your clit. "oh-fuck ha-hamzah i'm gonna...gonna," you could barley get your sentence out before he pulls away entirely. Without warning he flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips up, leaving you in doggy, all exposed and wet just for him. You arch you back even more, dripping onto the cushion, your feel his tip slapping against your clit, you gasp. "so fucking pretty. all mine. hm?"

you nod drunkenly, "yes fuck all yours," he smiles as your response. You feel him push into you, both of you guys letting out a moan. With no hesitation he pulls out then back in because as much as he wants to pound into you he knows you still need to adjust. After a few more gentle strokes, he picks up the pace now gripping onto your hips. "more s-shit more hamzah." He wastes no time pounding into your needy cunt, and to your surprise he gives you a slap onto your ass. "a-ah fuckk," you moan in delight. Normally the sex was a little more gentle and loving but this time was pure fucking lust and you couldn't be happier. Hamzah picks up on how much you loved it so he continues the rough manner. Flipping you over your back and taking off your blindfold, with him still inside you he's still pumping in you. Instead he takes the fabric and ties it around your wrists, his cock so deep in you. "much better, miss your pretty eyes," You blush even though he's still slowly pumping in you, too shy to respond, you just pull his chain to you with your tied up wrists to give him a passionate kiss.

His hand finds its way to your neck giving it the pressure you need to make your head all fuzzy. "Fuck i'm almost there," he grunts looking down at you, his skin glowing from the sweat. "me too b-baby," you barely get out. A few more thrusts and both of you become undone, he drops his body weight onto you, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

Hamzah looks up at you with his beautiful puppy eyes and gives you the sweetest smile, "you okay?" You give him a nod and begin to caress his face and hair before you fall into a slumber under the moon light.

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lunar-lara · 7 months

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Taking Care of You

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x babysitter!reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (M receiving), breeding kink, praise kink, Fem!reader. Very minor mentions of injury & blood.

Description: He had never considered himself too fond of domestic life until you came into his house and made it feel like home.

A/N: crossposted on my Ao3 and Tumblr.

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18+ content! Minors and ageless blogs dni!

You remember the first time you came over to babysit for Mike all too clearly. You remember the way your eyes went wide when the door opened, and how your jaw nearly dropped to the floor. More importantly, you remember thinking that Mike Schmidt was far too hot for his own good, a clear image in your mind of how he had greeted you with tired eyes, messy hair, and a hand gripping the doorframe.

"Mr. Schmidt," you had blurted, ignorant to how his nose scrunched at the words leaving your mouth, "It's nice to—"

"Don't tell me I look that old?" His tired expression tried a smile, and you found yourself standing there, unable to formulate a proper response as you were already convinced you messed up the job before you even started. "Just Mike is fine.”

Back then, the only thing you knew about him was that he was hot, overworked, and clearly exhausted. So you did your best to make his life easier, even if those things were small, like cleaning all the dishes before he came home, tidying up all the clutter left behind on the table and kitchen counter. It wasn’t much, but you figured he could use whatever help he could get. He came home the first night, too tired to even notice before collapsing on the couch. Suppressing a giggle, you threw a blanket over his sleeping form, lingering a moment longer than you should have just to observe his face. Even in his sleep, you weren’t sure you could find even an ounce of peace in his expression.

—

Mike remembers the first week of your babysitting, when he returned home at some ungodly hour that Friday. While most babysitters in the past opted to lay on the couch, sleeping or watching TV, he had discovered that you preferred to be a bit more proactive. That night, in particular, he recalled your humming in the kitchen, rinsing the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher.

A strange feeling filled his chest at the sight, the smell of dinner still lingering and the radio playing some old song from his childhood. It was a feeling he shouldn't have been feeling towards the babysitter looking after his little sister. You had jumped when the floorboard creaked beneath himself shifting weight, still shy and jittery around him at the time.

“I didn’t see you come in,” your voice is still shaken from the scare. You turned to the oven, “Oh! I kept the food warm, in case you wanted some. Are you hungry?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” he said, blinking a bit to shake the thoughts from his head, “Ah, you don’t have to do all this, you know. The cooking and cleaning stuff.”

“I don’t mind. It’s not like I have anything else to do,” you returned your gaze to the dishes in the sink, “Besides, you work hard. It’s the least I can do. Just let me take care of it.”

Just let me take care of it.

A phrase he hadn’t yet forgotten, either. When was the last time anyone had taken care of anything for him? He’d taken on the role of being Abby’s caretaker the moment his parents were out of the picture. He had made countless sacrifices, dropping out of school to work full-time, losing his social life. His old friends preferring to go out partying rather than hang out with the guy who has a kid sister and a full-time job. Every day was work, only to mess up at work. Then go home, stress over a dirty home. Drive Abby to school, stress over her education and development.

He didn’t have it within himself to deny you, not when you were so kind and helpful. Even if the guilt ate away at him, reminding him how he couldn’t even afford to pay you close to what you deserved.

His eyes wandered to an image on the counter. There was himself, a familiar stickman with brown hair. There was Abby, of course, given the height difference. And then there was another figure, the hair undeniably similar to yours. All three figures were holding hands together inside a square home.

“What’s this?” He picked it up.

“Abby told me it’s us,” you had laughed, placing a dish in the dishwasher. “Cute, right?”

There was a thumping in his chest as he looked at you, before looking back down at the paper. All he could manage was a smile as he pinned it to the fridge.

You soon felt his presence at your side, his hand picking up another dish while you rinsed yours.

“Let me help with that,” he said.

—

You’ve fallen into a routine. Every day, when he returns home, he is met with the same thing. You, in the kitchen, humming. You, greeting him with a smile. You, sitting down to eat with him. You, always asking him about his day even though you know by now that he has nothing interesting to say. He prefers to hear you talk instead, to listen to you ramble about your shitty college professors and annoying roommates. He likes it like this. To be able to pretend that he’s not some deadbeat who can’t hold down a job to save his life or some traumatized freak haunted by the memories of his dead brother and parents. With you, he gets to pretend like he’s normal.

But, of course, just because he can pretend things are normal, doesn’t mean they are. Reality soon hits him when he’s sitting in his boss’s office, asking Mike for his badge and ID. It hits him when he’s driving home, remembering how he beat an innocent man, his knuckles still bloody as he grips the steering wheel tight. He walks through the front door, hearing you greet him from the kitchen, a sound that would have been music to his ears any other day.

“Mike?”

He doesn’t have the energy to reply. No, all he can do is walk over to the chair in the living room, sinking into it with a sigh. He loosens his tie and closes his eyes, trying to ignore the sound of dishes clattering in the sink followed by your footsteps against the hardwood floor.

“Hey, you okay?” Your voice is soft and gentle. His eyes shoot open when he feels your even softer touch against his forehead, laying the back of your palm flat. “You’re not sick, are you?”

In all the time you’ve been babysitting, neither of you had done so much as touch each other at all. The few times he could remember was how your fingers brushed when you reached for the same dish in the sink or the innocent hand you placed on his shoulder that one time you laughed so hard you couldn’t hold yourself up. He had always made sure to keep his hands firmly placed in his pockets or at his side. Now, you were touching his face, and he thinks that’s the first time anyone has touched him like that in years.

“Don’t worry about me.” He pleads, his body betraying his words when he leans into your touch, your hand drifting to caress his cheek, “You don’t have to.”

You ignore him, and your eyes scan over his form, before landing on his bloodied knuckles. A gasp escapes you, followed by the scolding of his name. He hears you stumble towards the bathroom, rummaging through whatever you can find and returning with a washcloth and disinfectant. You kneel beside him, cleaning the dried blood from his wounds and he winced from the sting of the alcohol.

“I know I don’t have to,” you finally break the silence. “I worry because I care.”

“Why?”

You avert your gaze.

“I just do.”

“That’s not a good enough answer.” He presses. There’s another pause.

“Because this feels like home.”

The answer is enough to render both of you silent, you out of humiliation, and him out of shock because he hadn’t realized you thought the same way.

You finish wiping the last bit of dried blood from his knuckles and there’s a lingering feeling left on his skin, where your fingers held his hands. Soft. Familiar. You’re still kneeling in front of him, but you’re wearing an expression he hadn’t seen since the first week he met you. It’s that look of shyness, the way you used to squirm under his gaze or shrink your presence out of fear of overstepping a boundary.

“Mike?”

“Yeah?

“Let me take care of you. Please?”

He knows it’s wrong. He knows that “messing around with the babysitter” has never been a good idea in the history of ever, but when he sees you gazing up at him like that, sitting on your knees between his legs, your eyes wide like that. Well, what the fuck else is he supposed to do?

The chair isn’t too high from the floor, so he easily finds himself at somewhat your level when he leans forward, his hand lifting your chin to look him in the eye. He pauses, analyzing your face just for a moment. Your lips are parted, so prettily, and your eyes are filled with a look of lust and desperation.

“Please,” you repeat, this time in a whisper.

Any semblance of self-restraint he had before was all lost the moment his lips met yours. He hadn’t realized just how hungry he was until he got a taste, a groan escaping his throat when he feels your tongue in his mouth. And you, you are so pliant. So eager to please. Still timid, hands hesitant as they rested on his knees, but so willing to let him handle you however he pleases, moaning when he tugs on your hair, whimpering when his hands grope your chest through your shirt.

“Quiet,” he mutters between kisses. You feel him pull away, the ghost of his lips at your ear, “we gotta be quiet, yeah?”

You nod, and he kisses your forehead, a tender change from his rough kisses shared only moments prior. He looks down at you, a flustered mess, but knows he must look the same. He couldn’t even remember the last time he let himself indulge like this. He feels your hand slither up his thigh, fumbling with his belt, groaning when you feel him through his jeans.

“You’ve had a long day, haven’t you?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes as your hand dips into his boxers.

“You have no idea,” he says, his hand caressing the side of your face, making circles with his thumb against your cheek. He can feel your skin heat up under his touch. Your hand wraps around his hardening cock, and he has to stop himself from bucking into you. You’re just so gentle and sweet and he knows you’d let him take his frustration out but he just cannot allow himself to do that just yet— not without a little guilt.

“Then talk to me.”

“Got, ah, fired,” he chokes out, feeling your thumb swipe over his tip, gathering his pre-cum and helping you stroke up and down with more ease. “Was my fault, too.”

“You started a fight, didn’t you?”

“Something like that.”

He looks down at you, his cock now fully hard in your hand. He can’t hold but admire the sight, how you hungrily stare at him, or how you press your thighs together to relieve yourself of your own desires. He feels his breathing become heavier with each passing stroke of your hand on his dick, and he forces himself to look away, his hand that had previously been caressing the side of your head now digging his fingers into the back of your scalp.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do now,” he leans his head back, in an attempt to stop himself from busting in your hand before you’ve even done anything. He swears he’s not usually this sensitive, but the fact that it’s been so long, and the fact that it’s you, had him feeling like he was a teenager getting his first handjob all over again. He tries not to think about it. “I’m already behind on bills. I don’t think I can even pay you. Probably won’t even get another fucking job after what I did.”

“You don’t need to pay me.”

“You’ve got to stop saying shit like that,” he shakes his head, almost in disbelief. He looks down at you again, and you’re pressing your lips to kiss the underside of his dick, then kissing his tip. He shudders. “You’re too good for this. For me.”

He’s about to continue, but your lips wrap around him and he can’t think of anything. Curse words slip from his lips, feeling your tongue work around him, your hot mouth taking him. He still has his hand on the back of your head, tempting him to force your head down, but he’s more curious about whether you’d try to take him all yourself— which you do. He feels your throat contract around him as you try to push yourself down his cock, determined to take it all. Sometimes, you really were that predictable. Sure, you were a timid little thing, but you were equally if not more stubborn. He grips the back of your head to pull you off, a cough rising to your throat as you catch your breath and he smiles lazily.

Your quick to take him back in your mouth, and he cherishes the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat, and your hands that reached for the base of him to stroke whatever you couldn’t take. He gives an experimental thrust and he’s in bliss when he hears you moan around him. And as much as he wishes he could do this forever, watching you take him in your mouth, he knows his own limits and he knows he won’t last any longer. Besides, he’s neglected your needs for far too long.

He pulls you off of his cock finally, tears stinging the corners of your eyes, your lips puffy from their earlier actions. Then, he’s lifting you to the couch, hovering over your form as your back hits the cushions. Mike is thankful that you chose to wear a skirt tonight because with your legs spread like this, he gets a full view of your white cotton underwear, as well as the wet patch your arousal has created. He brings his hand down between your legs, feeling you through the fabric. He can hear your breath hitch and he watches you bite down on your lower lip to suppress your noises. And as much as he wants to tell you not to, he is reminded by the fact that you are both doing this in the living room, and the last thing he wants to do is traumatize his little sister, who is sleeping a few doors down the hallway.

“Didn’t know you wanted me this bad,” he whispers, finally slipping his hand past the fabric barrier to gather your slick at his fingers and rub your clit with his thumb, his other fingers prodding at your hole but not yet entering.

“Wanted you for so long,” you admit, sucking in a breath when you feel his thumb circle around your clit again. “You’re really fucking hot.”

“Yeah?”

Two of his fingers finally sink into you and you’re gripping the fabric of his uniform at his shoulders. Rough, long and so much bigger than your own— you have to grit your teeth even harder to stop any sinful noises from escaping you.

“Always thought you were real pretty, too.” He continues, “You’re prettier right now, though.”

He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, the wet sounds making you burn up in embarrassment. He’s obsessed with the way your eyes roll back, how your pretty lashes flutter open and closed, and how your hips buck to meet his rhythm.

“More, please,” you finally let out, your eyes going down to his cock, which was still very much hard. “Need you inside.”

You whimper at the emptiness you feel when his fingers leave, but quickly forget about it the moment your panties are removed and you feel his cock rub against your cunt, the tip resting at your entrance. You expect to feel him push in, only to see that he has paused.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he says, a pained look on his face. He had no reason to keep any around any more, not since providing for Abby had become his number one priority. He mentally kicked himself for it now.

“Mike,” you whine, trying to roll your hips up, but his hands remained firm against you, keeping you down. “I don’t care. Just pull out or something.”

You feel like a pathetic idiot for saying it, and he feels even more of one for considering it at all. All he can manage is a sigh. He’d already crossed so many lines tonight that he shouldn’t have. What difference would crossing one more be?

He hesitates before pushing in, but once he feels your tight walls around the head of his dick he can’t find it within himself to have any regrets. You’re so tight and warm and wet and he loves the way you stretch around him, gasping with every inch he gives you. He pauses when he’s buried at the hilt, mentally trying to cool himself down because the fact that he’s fucking you raw and you’re taking him so well is driving him mad.

“So good,” he coos, his hand on your face, thumb on your lower lip, “so fucking good.”

He pulls away until he’s nearly out again before thrusting into you fully, and he has to slam his hand over your mouth to stop the moan that would have escaped you. He continues to fuck you like this, slowly, and deeply, before it’s not enough, and he finds himself taking you faster, harder, wanting to see how much you were willing to take.

You feel every inch of him inside you, and you can’t help but clench around him every time the tip of his cock hits the spot inside you that you can’t reach with your own fingers. You feel so full and it’s everything and more that you’ve needed for so long.

He pushes up your shirt, revealing your cleavage. Your breasts are still covered by your bra, but he pinches your nipples through the lacy fabric anyway, content when he hears you make a sound, muffled by his other hand which remains on your mouth.

He can tell you’re close from the telltale sign of your pussy clenching harder, and how you start to freeze up, too fucked out to do anything else. He, too, starts to feel himself approaching his limit but knows he has to hold out long enough to let you reach your high first. He finally removes his hand from your mouth and uses it to rub your clit.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes.

“I’ll always be good for you,” you keep your voice a whisper, “Always waiting for you when you come home.”

Your words ignite a desire within him he never realizes he had. He had never considered himself too fond of domestic life until you came into his house and made it feel like home. Now, as he’s fucking you, the only thing he can think about is how deeply he wants to cum inside you, over and over again until he gives you another kid to take care of. He doesn’t care if he can’t afford it. He’ll pick up as many jobs as he can get just to take care of you.

He feels your back arch and your walls clench around him, immediately going to kiss you to swallow your cries. He ruts into you, over and over again and though there’s a sinful voice in the back of his head telling him to fill you up until he’s dripping out of you, he knows he should stay true to his promise to pull out. That is, until you tell him otherwise.

“You can do it inside,” you choke out, still fucked out from your orgasm, “I don’t mind—“

Before you can finish your sentence his hips come to a stop and he’s finishing inside you, as deep as he possibly can, as if to not waste a single drop. When he finally pulls out, he can’t help but watch in awe as his seed drips from your cunt down to your ass, ruining the couch cushions beneath you both. He tries not the think about the consequences that will bring. Instead, he’s pulling you close, catching his breath while laying his head against your stomach. Moments later, he feels your hand running your fingers through his hair and he sighs, leaning into your warmth.

“I don’t want you to be Abby’s babysitter anymore,” he starts, his voice hoarse and worn out. He can feel you tense up when he says it, before immediately continuing, “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

He hears you laugh.

“Does that mean I won’t get paid anymore?”

“I’ll repay you in other ways,” he flashes you a suggestive smile, earning him a snort and a flick on his forehead. Still, the guilt gnaws at him from within. “Seriously, though. I will. I’ll take care of you, too.”

He doesn’t care what job he picks up next. He’ll take any job in the world, so long as it means he can provide for you and Abby.

—

You wake up the next morning, the scent of pinewood and campfire surrounding you. You don’t remember exactly how, but you remember, after being fucked mercilessly, being carried to his room, cleaned up, and falling asleep in Mike’s bed. Now, you find the place next to you empty but can observe Mike standing at the door, speaking in a hushed voice while holding back the door.

You stand on shaky legs, still wobbly from your earlier affairs, approaching the argument.

“Abby, go away!”

“No! Let me—“

“What’s all this?” You interject.

Mike loses his grip on the door and Abby opens it wide. Her arms are crossed, adorning a frown while Mike is bringing his hands to his face.

“Abby, I can explain—“

“Why didn’t you tell me you guys were having a sleepover?” She fumes, “We could have built a pillow fort!”

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lunar-lara · 7 months

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one last phone call

summary: Mike calls you one last time while he's on shift.

note: once again written before i actually saw the movie, so there's definitely divergence in what actually happens in the plot.

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

tags: phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, mention of death, edging? LMAO

... ring ! ... ring ! ... ring !

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice messaging system..."

Of course you didn't pick up. It's 4 in the morning for fuck's sake. But there was something important about this call.

"Hey, baby... I'm sorry to call you at such a bad time — I'm awful, I know," Mike says with a small laugh.

"I just wanted to, you know, talk before... nevermind, I'll spare you the details. Uhm, I-uh.. I love you. More than anything in the world. I hope you know that. And I wish I was there with you tonight. I wish I didn't take this fucking job, but I'll do anything to support us. I know that this is... probably the weirdest call you've ever gotten but... I just wanted to... nevermind. I'm not really good at this."

"Anyways... the reason I wish I was there with you right now is... I just can't stop thinking about earlier... how perfect you were, and always are. The way you sucked my cock and swallowed every last drop. The way your thighs framed my head while I ate you out, and the sweet taste of your pussy — I can still fucking taste it. And the way you rode me into oblivion, fuck — I'm getting hard just talking about it. Honestly, I've had a massive boner the whole night... actually, I wonder if I could just..." there's a sound of metal clinking, and the shifting of clothes.

"Ah, fuck," he sighs, "I can't believe I'm doing this here, but I need you so bad right now."

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He says over the phone, his tone is different, dropped down more octaves and his breathing is noticeable. The sound of skin slapping is audible. "I wanna fuck you so bad right now. I wish I was there fucking you instead of sitting on my ass over here, just waiting to die. I want you to ride me again. The way your tits bounce up and down is so fucking sexy. I want to bite your fucking nipples too, so hard that you scream my name and beg me to stop. I love it when you beg me. Like that time I edged you, eating you out and fingering you, until you started crying and whining for me to let you come already, or just fuck you. Shit — ah — wanna hit it from the back, too. Your ass is so fucking sexy from behind. I would grip your hair and push your face into the pillows. We would just fuck, and fuck, and fuck..."

Suddenly, there's loud footsteps. Loud enough that you could hear them from the over the phone. Then the sound of a slam, like a door shutting loudly.

"Fuck me, already? Give it a fucking rest... hah — I think one of those robots just saw my dick, babe. Good, it might shoo them away for the night... kinda shocked I didn't get blue balls from that. Maybe I like being watched. Maybe we'll get one of my friends to come over and watch us. You could put on a real show for them, yeah? Maybe I'll let them take a turn on you... I'm just kidding, I'd never share you with anyone."

"...back to what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted... I want to stick my cock inside you as soon as I get home. Maybe even while you're asleep. Maybe I'll wake you up by eating your pussy. But for now, I just can't stop thinking about fucking you. The way you feel around me is like my own personal heaven. And the way you clench so it fits tighter, even though you deny it, it's so fucking hot.. and.. and.."

His breathing gets more labored. But there's a banging sound on the door. However, Mike keeps going.

"They're here, you know, but fuck, I'm so close. I wish you picked up — fuck, you could be there to help me. Your voice is all I need to come. You could make me spill with just one sentence, you know that? Fuck, fuck, fuck — no!"

A loud crashing sound resounds over the phone. It's the sound of a door breaking. And then the call cuts off.

You listen to that call the next day, at least a hundred times. You touched yourself to it the first time, but the end made you stop. It haunted you. You clung onto it as closure for what the hell happened to your boyfriend, and why he didn't come home last night.

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lunar-lara · 7 months

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SO WET ! !

MIKE grumbles as he trips over one of Abby’s stuffed animals. the last time he laid eyes on a clock, it was 12:36. it’s been two hours since then. he was sure Abby was asleep already which he was glad about. he had you all to himself.

“babe.” he grumbles, taking his jacket off and discarding it somewhere around the room. although you were sleeping, he knew you wouldn’t be bothered if he woke you up for what was in store. he stripped himself down to his boxers, crawling on the bed.

“i know you can hear me.” his breath tickles your ear as he leans into you, making smile creep on your face. “you can’t pretend to be asleep with me.” he turns you on your back, kissing down your neck. a smile slowly creeps on your face. he had no time to waste. he missed you.

“worth a shot.” you giggle, voice still groggy. you knew what time it was from how ambitious he was being. making less work for him, you unclasp your bra, throwing it away. “fuck, i missed these.” one hand kneads one of your breasts as his lips latch onto your nipple.

“i’m not going to tease you tonight only because i’m impatient.” Mike kicks off his boxers and you shimmy out of your panties. he stands at the end of the bed, pulling you by your ankles closer to him. as look at his middle, you see a bead of pre cum dripping from his hole.

he slowly slides in, letting you adjust to his size for a few seconds before selfishly pumping into you. he felt like he had no time to wait. he needed his hard earned release now. “fuck…” he groans, bending down to kiss you, the spark between you two feeling familiar in his heart.

after a few pumps, his pace quickens, his hips snapping into your cervix with fervor. “m-mike.” tears accumulated at your water lines from not being able to let out your moans, afraid of waking his sister. “i’ve got you, baby.” he nips at your bottom lip.

his thumb draws tight circles on your clit. it was like soft torture.

“come, baby.” he chuckles lightly. your back arches, your legs shaking around him as you hit your climax, him following not long after.

you close your eyes, gaining your sense back from your high. “how was your night?” you chuckle, leaning on your elbows. “you don’t even want to know.” he lets out a breath.

“can i stay inside you tonight?”

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lunar-lara · 7 months

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(slightly) brat tamer mike coming home from working a fucking stressful day. he’s been feeling a little on edge since that morning, and the work he’s been through has just made it worse, so as soon as he walks through the door to an abby free house (thankfully at a friends for the night), and you’re on the couch, he has an instant craving.

but you’re being stubborn, pouting and trying to convince him (and yourself really) that you care about a rerun of a movie that mike already has on dvd more than you care about him. which makes him even more frustrated, his jaw ticking and his nails digging into his jeans as he takes calming breaths.

“baby, would you please cooperate? please.” he wouldn’t plead if he knew you didn’t want it. if there was a doubt in his mind, even an inkling, that you wanted to just watch the movie, he would go take a shower, make dinner for both of you, and call it a night.

but mike knows you and he knows that you want this.

especially when you turn to mike once a commercial starts to air, and bat your eyelashes as you say, “make me”.

you end up thrown over mikes shoulders, hands flailing around and gripping his shirt for stability with squeals leaving your lips, even though mike would never drop you. at least not accidentally, as he does purposefully drop you on his bed, letting your bounces stop before he’s spreading your legs with rough hands and pulling you to the edge by your ankles to make you participate.

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lunar-lara · 7 months

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·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷Headcannons With Mike Schmidt ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Synopsis: This is basically abt Mike Schmidt cuz yes- (sfw and nsfw).

Tw: Dacryphilia, thigh riding, fingering, fluff n smut, switch!Mike, switch!Reader, manhandiling, orgasm denial, squirting, dumbification, and cuddling.

A/n: Abby also catches the bus in this lil drabble, ots also short I'm sorry :(, anyway. Enjoy this breedable man's hdcs!!! ♡♡

(SFW HDCS)

☆ First of all, you've both been friends for years, he had given you the keys to his house for the purpose of trusting you

☆ You got up early to check on him, but by that time Abby had already gotten to school by the bus

☆ You both would cuddle in the morning before he left for his agonizing night of work

☆ You would also cook for the poor man so he wouldn't be left on an empty stomach

☆ You've always remembered to give him goodbye kisses before he would start the car

☆ Once he got to work, he would always keep a picture of you in his wallet, either way, he loved how pretty you were

☆ Mike would slowly eat his lunch made from you.

☆ Every single type of affection you did to him would make him melt

☆ And once he got home he would shower you with kisses

☆ On the lips, hands, neck, anything would work for him as long as you were in his protective arms

☆ He even got a bit risky at the dinner table where Mike, Abby, and you.

☆ Mike would rest his hand on your thigh while you both would listen to Abby talk about her "friends" and drawings

☆ Abby started to stick on you, drawing you and Mike holding hands with some colorful background

☆ Mike has always loved you, ever since he saw you in preschool

☆ He may still be a bit nervous around you but still yet, he lived for your love

☆ He would often give you hugs from behind when your cooking with his bedhead, tank top, and sweats

(NSFW HDCS)

☆ Morning sex, all the way

☆ It's like you'll come to his house and he would act all needy and would beg for you to ride him

☆ This happens so much that you started to go dumb over his dick

☆ You would obviously agree and lose track of time and he ends up late for work

☆ Mike is so obsessed that near the end of his shift he would call you to check in but it would end up in phone sex

"Yeah, lemme' hear that fuckin' cunt-fuuuuckk"

☆ He would breathe out while his throbbing cock was laying in his calaused hands

"Go on. Finish f' me? Mhmm, that's it..."

☆ Mike would walk you through it and cooed at any noise that came out of your body

"Shiiiit- can't wait to break that fuckin' pussy when I get home.."

☆ Ohh boy, you knew he would absolutely fuck you up

☆ You also knew that when he gets home from shifts, he would get a bit madder each night

☆ You didn't mind, like at all.

☆ Mike was drilling his dick straight into your puffed up cunt, not letting up to let you breathe

☆ You've told him so many times that when he comes home mad you get a bit worried but he brushes it off

☆ Besides that, he loves when you take control too

☆ Having him not shutting up when he was being to loud

☆ Grabbing the opportunity to shove your panties in his mouth

☆ Mike is so far into bliss that he lolled his tongue out to let you spit in his mouth

☆ He calls you whore, you call him slut. Either or you both love degrading each other

☆ Even if he's not in the mood he'll let you hump his thigh so it's not as messy

☆ But it ends in him finger fucking you

"Aww, poor baby wants my fat cock in her? Well to fucking bad, deal with it you fucking whore.."

☆ Mike was the person that had founded your G-spot, making you squirt everytime but sometimes wouldn't let his poor baby finish :(

☆ He would always lick and suck it off of his fingers and helped you wash up

☆ He was the one that made you want more

☆ Mike Schmidt was the only man on earth that could make you come as hard on and around his cock

《☆♡☆》

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lunar-lara · 1 year

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YOU LIKE THAT? matt sturniolo

a/n hooray for me for writing something that wasnt requested even though it took me two weeks!!!!

pairing matt sturniolo x fem! reader

summary idk how to summarize this but its really cute and i love it

cw!! VERY vague hypersexualization i think?

you switch your gaze away from the movie, and lift your head slightly off of matts chest to get a good look at him. his hair falls haphazardly over his lightly colored eyes, and week old stubble gently plays at his skin. his eyes are focused hard on the screen, trying to pick a part the movie piece by piece to figure out who the killer is.

finally noticing your stare, he smiles. gently dragging the tips of his fingers up and down your spine. "hi. pretty girl."

"hi handsome," you smile, beaming up at the boy. you bring your hand up to his jaw, gently running your thumb across the light stubble. "i love you."

"i love you too, darling," he giggles, grabbing your hand to bring your palm up to his lips.

a welcoming tingling sensation zips throughout your body at the small gesture.

"what?" he says, a playful smirk biting at the corners of his mouth. "you like that?" he teases, pressing another sweet kiss to your open palm. "hm?"

you giggle, quickly tucking your face into the crook of his neck. rather than answering the question that the cocky bastard already knows the answer to.

pressing a soft kiss to matts neck, he sighs lightly into your hand.

he wraps his arms around your torso before flipping you onto your back in one swift movement. quick to smile at you when you make eye contact with the brunet.

matt leans down, connecting your lips in a long awaited kiss. you ease into it, only for him to slightly pull away. "you like that?" he grins, his breath teasing the skin on your face.

you smile, playfully shaking your head.

"fine," he mumbles, fake annoyance delicately lacing his tired voice as he leans down again. but instead of again kissing you on the lips, he kisses the sharp corner of your jaw, right below your ear. pulling away to once again hover over top of you, he repeats his question. "you like that?"

"eh," you sigh, gently shrugging your shoulders. sarcasm radiating off your lazed body.

letting out an over exaggerated huff, he returns to your jaw. trailing kisses down to your chin with slightly parted lips. between each kiss, he mumbles a teasing; "what about this one?"

when you dont answer, he goes for your throat. the bliss feeling of sloppy, open mouth kisses littering down your neck, doesnt do your attempt to bite back a sigh of contempt any good.

his lips curl against your skin before he sits up to smirk devilishly. "i knew it!" he laughs pointedly.

you roll your eyes in amusement, sitting up to meet matt. "fuck you," you smile, connecting your lips for a slow, loving kiss.

TAGLIST

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lunar-lara · 1 year

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Thanks for the reply🥰I was thinking of a first night with Luca as a newly married couple. The reader could be a Shelby sister who was forced to marry him to stop the vendetta, so there’s a bit of bad blood between them and she’s scared I would hurt her, but he proves to be a gentleman.💖

𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 — 𝐥.𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. luca changretta x fem!reader (shelby!sister)

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. arranged marriage, nsfw! unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, praise, it's quite soft compared to my usual style

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. i'm so sorry it took me this long to write yout request, my dear. i was quite busy with university and exams, but i hope you can enjoy this fic nonetheless. i tried to keep it soft, but still spicy and i had so much fun writing this despite the stress og my studies 🖤 (also bear with me, i don't speak italian and pulled the pet names from google)

𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧. 1.840 words

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“Don’t be scared.”

His hand ghosts over your spine and comes to rest on your shoulder blade, fingers carefully undoing the buttons of your wedding dress. The lace slips past your legs to the floor and the sight of the white silk pooling around your naked feet reminds you that now, you’re inevitably bound to none other than Luca Changretta, who has become your husband on this very day. Truthfully, you didn’t have a choice — you were meant to marry the leader of the Italian mob since the day your brother killed his father, shot him straight through the head without an ounce of hesitance and that bullet sealed your fate.

Tommy knew it would only be a matter of time until they’d return for the vengeful spill of Shelby blood. Still, it hurts how he barely considered your opinion when he arranged your marriage, a peace offering to prevent more unnecessary deaths in the streets of Birmingham, and sold you off to the Italians as if you were merely another figure on his chess board and not his sister.

That’s the curse of being a Shelby, isn’t it? The purpose of your existence is to sacrifice everything for your family without batting an eye and perhaps that’s why Tommy selected you as the bride - because you were tired of losing because you wanted to live your own life. Because you wanted more.

This is the price you pay.

“I know you’re afraid,” Luca murmurs as if he read your racing thoughts, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and gently grabbing your hands to help you step out of your gown. There’s a tenderness to his touch you didn’t expect to fund after all that has happened between your families, the hatred and the resentment that bonds the two of you, but even now, as he guides you to the bed and pushes you into the soft pillows, his grasp stays gentle. “I promise I’ll take good care of you, amore. Just because I have, well, a strong dislike for your brothers doesn’t mean I won’t treat you like a gentleman.”

“I didn’t mean to insult you,” you whisper, a blush on your cheeks. Your reply causes him to smile, a twitch of his lips that you would have surely missed if you didn’t watch him so closely. His movements resemble those of a predator lurking around his prey — slow, calculated, elegance in every step he takes as he approaches the bed and gently spreads your legs before settling between them.

Arching his eyebrow, he caresses the supple flesh of your thighs, unbothered by your undergarments still covering your most vulnerable parts. You’re grateful he’s taking it so slowly, easing you into this new relationship with much more delicacy than you had expected of the Italian mob.

“You worry too much, pretty girl,” he replies with a soft chuckle, an amused glint in his eyes as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your knickers, tugging on the flimsy fabric until it glides over the curve of your hips. Instinctively, you lift your legs to let him strip off the garment, though you can’t suppress a pleasant shudder when his gaze returns to your cunt, now exposed to his sight. His fingers trace the inside of your thighs, a mere brush against your folds that causes you to take a sharp inhale full of anticipation and much to your surprise, your body moves on its own to get closer to him.

“Let me take care of you, yeah?” His question is followed by his hands grabbing your knees to throw your legs over his broad shoulders as he once again comes to rest on his stomach, pulling you closer until you feel his breath against your cunt. “It would be a shame to neglect you on our wedding day, wouldn’t it? Especially when you look so beautiful, all spread out for me.”

His lips nibble on your skin and you whine quietly at the sensation of his teeth sinking into your flesh, not enough to hurt you, certainly leaving marks you’ll see tomorrow, and strangely, the thought of him claiming you in such a carnal and yet passionate way flusters you.

Maybe... maybe there’s even a chance of love.

You would have liked to indulge in that thought for a moment longer, though Luca’s teasing makes it hard for you to concentrate on anything else but his skilled mouth slowly trailing over the curve of our thigh to where you need him the most. The lack of stimulation frustrates you to no end and forces you, despite your wariness towards your new husband, to buck your hips in search of some friction he might allow you out of pity.

“Don’t be impatient,” he admonishes, though there’s a hint of a smile in his voice. His poorly disguised amusement brings a timid grin to your face and your heart flutters in your chest, somehow completely at ease with the enemy of your family in your bed. This marriage might change your life for the better, although you were preparing yourself for the worst since the day your brother told you he promised your hand to Luca. “I promise I’ll make you feel good, mia cara, but you have to be a good girl for me.”

His tongue darts out to drag over your cunt. A gasp leaves your lips and your toes curl in pleasure, legs already beginning to tremble as your husband repeats the action and places his arm over your stomach to keep you still. His lips find your clit, teasingly sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves to coax more sounds out of your throat, clearly unbothered by your hand that has found its way into his hair to tug him closer to your aching cunt.

Every fiber of you seems to be set ablaze, eyes fluttering close and fingers clawing at the sheets for support while Luca relishes in your pulsing heat as if you’re his last meal on death row.

And fuck, the noises he makes are absolutely filthy — you can hear him groan against your slick folds, nose dragging against your puffy clit while his tongue dips into your entrance. Slowly, carefully and then all at once. The sensation is foreign to you, but the pleasure his mouth brings you is delightful and your hips move on their own for more friction.

Another hand comes up to rest on your waist, harsher and more demanding than the other to hold you in place before it disappears to between your thighs again. You cry out, partly surprised, when he starts to circle your sensitive bud with the pad of his thumb, writhing and squirming under the electric jolts he sends through your entire body.

“You taste delicious,” he moans between your thighs. The vibrations of his low voice draw another whine from your lips, his name falling from your tongue like it’s the only word you have ever known. “Come on, amore... I think you can moan a little louder than this. We should let your brothers know how good I’m treating you, don’t you think?”

He doesn’t expect an answer from you, already knows you’re too far gone to reply in a manner that would be appropriate for a lady like you, though he finds himself enjoying the way your voice stutters and breaks as you attempt to give him a response. To no avail. Instead, a cry fills the room when he pushes two fingers inside you, slowly stretching you out until your head turns blank and all you can do is paw at the sheets and pull at the dark strands of his hair.

“God, you look so beautiful... You like this, hm?” He murmurs and licks his lips glistening with your juices, a satisfied grin pulling on the corners of his mouth. Oh, he’s so mean about it, asking you this question even though he knows you can barely speak, so condescending and charming that you mindlessly nod your head along his words. Because he’s right, you like it. “I know you do, pretty girl. You’ll take everything I give you, huh?”

The broken sob you let out when he curls his fingers against your sweet spot makes him groan between your shaking thighs, cock throbbing against the seam of his pants, the only garment he hasn’t gotten rid of yet, too eager to please you to care because your pleasure is the only thing on his mind at this moment. His tongue continues to flick over your swollen clit and heat rises in your core, an unforgiving force that grows with each thrust of his fingers inside your sopping cunt.

“Fuck! S’good, so fuckin’ good, Luca,” you keen, legs threatening to close tightly around his head. Your husband chuckles, a deep laugh causing you to blush at the obscene moans tumbling from your parted lips, but you’re unable to hold yourself back, not to mention keep yourself quiet. “Shit, I think I’m going to... I’m close!"

A gentle kiss is pressed to your pussy, then he lifts his chin from your pulsing cunt, digits still so deep inside of you as he crawls up to drag you into a kiss that is surprisingly sweet compared to his fingers fucking faster with every passing second. The drag of his tongue into your mouth lets you taste your own arousal, gets you so lost in the sensation of his lips against yours and suddenly, he’s curling his fingers just right, hits a spot that shots white-hot lightning through your core, and coaxes a sob of pleasure out of you.

“Come on, mia cara," he murmurs, entranced by the movements of your hips grinding down on his hands slotted tightly between your thighs. His fingers move relentlessly, keep prodding at that sensitive spot until your eyes cross and your nails dig into the mattress in desperation. “Cum for me, pretty girl. I promise I’ll give you the world if you cum on my fingers now.”

That’s all you need to fall over the edge. The wave of your orgasm crashes over you in a mind-shattering sensation of pleasure and warmth you have never experienced before, so overwhelming that you’re clinging to Luca’s bare chest to keep yourself grounded as you quiver beneath his body. You notice him whispering something to you, tender words of affection and praise you could almost hear if it weren’t for the blood rushing loudly in your ears, but it’s enough to make you feel comfortable and safe in his arms.

“Are you feeling alright, amore?” Luca quips after your tremors have subsided, smirking at your blissful expression. His nose brushes over your cheeks as he leans down to plant a kiss on the corner of your mouth, one hand cradling your face to take a better look at you. “I understand if you want to rest, though you should know that I’m not opposed to continuing this night just like this.”

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lunar-lara · 1 year

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⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs- chris sturniolo x fem!reader

sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs- in which chris, y/n, matt, nick, and alahna drive to san francisco to see the sunset

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs- none

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇ- first imagine ! hope you guys enjoy 💝

chris drew small circles on y/n's thigh with his fingertips, she could feel his heartbeat through his chest that was pressed against her back. her head was leaned against his shoulder and her hand was out the window, the wind slipping through the gaps between her fingers.

she was hoping that there weren't any cops around, considering she was sitting on chris' lap. y/n saw nick smile at the two of them out of the corner of her eye. he shipped the two of them so hard. y/n and chris weren't really listening to the conversation going on in the front seat, matt and alahna sharing dirty jokes and funny stories. the couple was in their own little world, just the two of them and a sunset

"we're almost there." matt looked through the rearview at the group. y/n nodded and watched the winding road as they went further up the mountain. the san fran skyline was to her right, miles away. chris kissed her temple and trailed down her shoulder, stopping at her tank top strap.

the car came to a stop and the five of them hopped out, taking deep breaths and stretching from the long car ride. y/n walked to the end of the cliff, the lights from the city shining brightly as the sun continued to set. she held her arms out, the coolness of dusk radiating over her skin.

she felt two arms wrap around her waist, a chin resting on her small shoulder. she looked over to see chris, causing her to smile as she kissed his cheek, he picked her up on his back, carrying her over to the car and away from the others. he sat her down in the hood of the car before grabbing a blanket out of the backseat.

he sat down beside her and pulled the blanket over the two of them. he put an arm over her shoulder and she leaned into his chest. y/n watched nick, matt, and alahna smirk at the two of them before walking up a hiking trail. she laughed at their attempts to leave the two of them alone. chris shook his head before kissing y/n's forehead, pointing at the beautiful colors of the sky.

stars had already started to appear in the sky and she stared at her gorgeous boyfriend as they made his eyes twinkle. he was speaking but she wasn't listening, she was too busy admiring how perfect he was, inside and out.

"you know we should do this more often." he looked at y/n, mimicking the smile that was spread across her face. "maybe without company, not that i don't love them." he added, not wanting to sound like he didn't enjoy being with their friends.

"we should." she agreed. "there's no one i'd rather be with right now than with you." he blushed at her statement, the fact that he still blushed from the small compliments she gave him made her giggle.

"you're so cute." he poked her nose before leaving a small peck in the same spot. she sighed deeply and refocused her attention to the scenery in front of her, putting her legs over chris'. she hummed under her breath, silence overtaking the air. it stayed like that for a few moments, not awkward in the slightest way when it involved the two of them.

y/n felt something on her cheek and chris turned her face to his. "chris what-" she was cut off by him smashing his lips onto hers, taking her off guard. her eyes slowly fluttered closed as he pulled her hips towards his, causing her to lean back slightly as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. he pulled back, both of them panting.

"i love you more than nick loves his curse words" chris chuckled, pecking her lips once more. she ran a hand through his hair.

"you must love me a lot, but that's good because i love you just as much." she bit her lip. he pressed his lips to hers again, smiling into the kiss. the blanket fell off the two of them as they tried to get as close as they possibly could. she heard whistles and she pulled away from chris , seeing the three stooges giving her thumbs ups. she rolled her eyes and leaned into chris' chest as they looked back at what they were before.

"they're idiots" chris grumbled. "i can't even kiss my girlfriend without them interrupting" y/n laughed at his annoyance, leaving a small peck on his jaw.

"i wanna be with you forever and ever and ever" he smiled. "then we can go on road trips all the time" he bit his lip, looking at the ground. y/n intertwined her fingers with his.

"that sounds better than amazing"

⊱ ━━━━.⋅ εïз ⋅.━━━━ ⊰

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Tranquility - Rhys Montrose

Summary: Rhys is a one clingy lovestruck motherfucker <fluff> Submissive and breedable

Warnings: Slight Sexual themes + Spoiler free

This will be a short, sorry but I need to feed y’all something!!

I love this gif he looks so bby girl and funny 😭 <3

“I’m home,” I yell out as I take off my shoes. “Oh, there you are” Rhys appears out of the hallway wearing a white button-down. Rhys pulls me in a tight hug which I accept with open arms. “Hello darling,” He mumbles into my neck. We stay like that for a few long seconds. I close my eyes, burning this moment into my brain. I can feel Rhys inhale my scent hugging me tighter. I let go and earned a groan from Rhys.

“Are you alright? My love” I caress his face searching his blue eyes. He leans into my hand not answering me for a few seconds. “I feel better when you’re here” Rhys kisses my hand and embraces me again. I decided not to push since I assume he had a bad day at work. I’ll let go when he lets go.

After a minute, he leads me to the kitchen, holding my waist. “I brought your favorite” Rhys opens the fridge containing a half-eaten cheesecake. Still holding on to me, he sets it down on the table. “I have been craving this for some time, thank you,” I say excitedly, giving a peck on his cheek. I eagerly sit down, grabbing the cold fork already placed by the desert. Rhys scoots our chairs closer, now rubbing my thigh as he watches me eat the delicious cake. Rhys stays quiet, admiring my features, softly smiling.

He was completely immersed in thought while looking at her. How utterly beautiful she seemed to him, like the rays of the sun lighting up a cold, quiet room.

Rhys gently traces my face. “I’m so lucky to have you.” I can feel myself blush. Rhys always compliments me at the most random times, still sweeping me off my feet. I take one more bite before turning my full attention to Rhys. Intertwining our hands. “I love you, Rhys” I whisper. “I love you too.”

Now it’s my turn to make him blush. I give him a gentle kiss and quickly get up. “Come back here,” Rhys groans, reaching for my wrist, but I swiftly get out of his grasp. I lean against the counter folding my arms, grinning. Rhys rolls his eyes. “What are you doing?” He mumbled, indicating he was getting annoyed. “Nothing, just waiting how long you can go without touching me” I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile. “I fucking hate you…fine, we’ll see,” Rhys murmured, already getting impatient. “How long can you go without touching me” Rhys mocks me. I chuckle, enjoying his reactions. He scoffs, turning away from me. Rhys hates losing, and he knows I know how much he hates losing. Although this is entertaining I can’t help but feel a little guilty.

I slowly walk up behind him, putting my hands on his shoulders. “What’s wrong?” I mumbled into his ear. Rhys lets out a sigh leaning into my touch. I gently kiss his neck, earning a quiet moan. Rhys starts getting up, but I quickly push him back onto the chair. He looks surprised but is turned on at the same time. “Never took you as a top,” Rhys says lowly. “Shut up” I cradle his lap and place my hands on his chest as he hugs my waist with one hand while the other squeezes my thigh. I lean closer studying his face, filled with desire and slightly flushed from my bold actions.

“Please…” Rhys began. His eyes admired my lips. My lips hovered over his. “Please, what?” I faintly say. “Please kiss me,” Rhys whispered, flickering his eyes back to my eyes. “Good boy.” I lean closer, kissing him slowly. Rhys kissed me back harder, the sound of our faint breaths filling the quiet kitchen. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and Rhys whined in surprise. He pulled me closer, and I grabbed his face for support. The kiss soon becomes sloppy. Rhys cold hand rubs circles on my lower back. I moan, causing him to grin. “Now, who's the one making moves” He whispers. “Shut up, or I’ll get off,” I warn, glaring at him. “Yes, mam” Rhys goes back to kissing me.

Notes:

Was definitely listening to my dilf playlist while writing this lmao

Also posting on A03 with same title

name: nessashartwipe

Already wrote chapter one for my enemies to lovers with Rhys (will be released next week!!)

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Distracted — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “shit, i forgot. I'm the one who asked for smut prompts #30, #31, #61 and #96. Could you write them for Five Hargreeves? Thank you! So sorry to spam you with the asks X-X”

Smut prompts :

30. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

31. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

61. “what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

96. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem! Reader.

Warnings: smut heavy, NSFW, dirty talk, swearing, degradation. (I was in a bad mood hkjskjs)

Word count: 4k

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Let me know if you want to be added for a taglist for a specific fandom (Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Riverdale, Roman Godfrey, or all)

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. It was explicit, hanging from his chest on a giant sign that said: “ABANDONATE THE HOPES IF YOU ENTER HERE.” And he knew that.

Inside his body he housed a sarcastic, explosive and sulky soul, with no patience for half the world. Everything about him exuded a dangerous, authoritarian, arrogant energy, mixed with distilled look that have always been able to subdue anyone.

Five is the type of man who, while everyone dreams of easy solutions, he knows that if he wants something to be done he will have to do it himself. He likes a hunting, taking the lead in any situation, having no problem breaking rules to make things happen.

And he was perfectly comfortable with that. Taking control of his world. Until, of course, you show up. Taking the key to his Olympus as if it had always belonged to you.

You were the one thing that Five Hargreeves couldn't subdue. He was unable to impose to you his reputation as a man who should not be challenged. Because that was exactly how the world saw Five. Like a man you don't challenge. Even his siblings realized, after a certain point, that it was not advisable to play with him.

But, apparently against all common sense, none of this had an effect on you.

You were not afraid, or pondering your words. You rolled your eyes at the things he said, mocked his arrogance and always looked at him with a combination of a smile and a look that, holy mother of God, Five hated. It was the typical expression that said: “ I know a lot more than you do, but I will be quiet because you are not worth my time.”

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But you raised it to stratospheric proportions.

It was completely exasperating, outstanding, you were a brat who didn't hear the voice of an adult, so used to being daddy's little girl. Because that was how he saw you. You were only 24 age while he was 30. It was expected that you heard him! But no. You did not give a damn.

“If you listened to me and chose the Colombian, that wouldn't be so bad!” Five scolded again.

This was the twentieth time he had said that to you.

There was a routine with the Hargreeves siblings: you brought coffee on Mondays, since you passed a great coffee shop on the way. Diego was responsible for bringing Japanese food on Wednesdays, Luther for Indian food on Fridays and Klaus for pizzas on Saturdays. It was a banal thing, but it brought a comforting feeling of, no matter how not anyone would admit, tradition.

But it was obvious that you had to piss Five off on that too.

“And I already said that they don't do the Colombian before ten in the morning.” You passed the page of a magazine you were reading, ignoring his tantrum.

“And you can't wait ?!”

This time you looked up at Five, giving a mocking expression.

“Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I will delay my journey just because your eexcellency wants Colombian coffee.” You laughed, turning your attention to the magazine.

Five felt the tips of his ears heat up, the fingers of his hands go white from the force that he clenched his fists. You were so fucking annoying!

"You are unbearable." He said, because he saw no other way to express the hateful little monster you were.

You looked up at him again. “Serious? Me? You are the one who is complaining about not getting your blend coffee.” You turned your attention to the magazine “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

What?! Fucking what?!

Five opened his mouth in bewilderment, now anger rising up his neck. How dare you, fuck?! You were younger than him!

"What did you say?!" He repeated, his voice low but deep, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

You didn't take your attention away from the magazine by replying: “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

Oh, no. Oh fucking no.

Five slammed the coffee travel cup on the kitchen counter, walked over to you and closed your magazine brutally. You looked at him indignantly.

"What a fuck ..."

But Five didn't give you time to finish. He stuck both hands in your arms, forcing you to get up from the chair so quickly that the object fell to the floor. He pushed you back, lifting you up and making you sit at the wooden table, his eyes still on fire with your words.

"Child, isn't it ?!” He snarled, spreading your knees with his hands, settling his body still standing between your legs.

You were wide-eyed. Looking at him in amazement. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you thought Five would be able to hear it, while your breath had been lost somewhere between the path from your lung to your nose.

Holy shit.

It was no secret that Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. This was not an opinion, it was a fact. With midnight hair, emerald green eyes and alabaster skin, it was not surprising that he was able to steal his breath wherever he went. And you were not immune to his charm. To be honest, you never thought it would be.

But the difference between you and the girls who fell at his feet was that ... well, you practically lived with the guy every day. You had been friends with Klaus for two years, and as a result you ended up becoming friends with the brothers and captivating them. It was almost atypical that you weren't with them. So, as a result, you ended up having time with Five too.

And, truth be told, it destroyed your will to want to impress him. As was common whenever see someone beautiful. Five Hargreeves was, in every way, arrogant. Irritating. Unbearable. Maybe it was your lust mixed with irritability, but you decreed that you didn't like him. That you would never want to fall into his bed.

Well…until now.

Until he accommodates his fucking tall, lean, firm body in the middle of your legs. Until his hands are glued to your arms in a touch of fire. Until your heart was racing like never before.

"You called me a child, didn't you?"

You wouldn't be able to answer anything in that second, even if your life depended on it. So you just nodded, a slow, cautious nod, like prey looking at hunter.

"I will show you my age!"

Five kissed you. In a way that no one had kissed you before. It was something hungry, angry, full of lust and with a desire that made you sigh softly. His hands were still on your legs, coming down to the back of your knees and pulling you firmly forward, sticking your whole body against his in a possessive way. His tongue invaded your mouth without waiting for an invitation, renouncing everything you had to offer as his.

That was a really kiss.

You put your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers over the silky, black strands, letting your body be pressed against his as if you had been waiting for it a lifetime. Five pulled your legs closer, guiding you to close them around his hips and, once you did, his hands, determined and hungry, roam the sides of your body possessively.

"Five ..." a groan cut off your speech when his hands clung to your waist, pressing the hard and firm member to your core covered in the thin legging pants you wore.

"You already moaning and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice was overwhelmingly arrogant, full of amusement and convincing.

You were going to answer, because you weren't the kind of girl who kept quiet with a tease, but Five's hands made your waist roll around handily against his member, and a louder groan interrupted any line of reasoning you had.

“Oh, how adorable.” He scoffed, lowering his mouth to your neck and closing a hickey where pulse was “I wonder how the moaning will be when I do ...”

His right hand moved up to the inside of your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles until he got to where you needed it most. “This.” Then he forced the movements where your clitoris was covered.

Your groan was louder than you would like to admit. The air became caustic, rarefied, the atmosphere became something breathtaking, claustrophobic, poignant. And, before you know it, it was already a wet clay in his hands.

Five Hargreeves had won. He had you exactly where him wanted.

Your moans grew louder when he tuned his thumb movements together with his pelvis movements against you. Your hands tightened on the back of his neck, your teeth closed on your lower lip in order to contain the volume, and your breathing was shaky. Your hips pushed against him, the thin leggings being smeared by the arousal that oozed from you, and as soon as his hand was only an inch away, you followed it with your hips.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” Five played with the voice at the bottom of your ear.

You pulled the air against your teeth, whimpering, wanting anything he could give you.

“I bet ...” his lips slid under your skin without kissing, just making you wish, up to your lips and hovering there, a sigh away “If I asked you to take your clothes off and let me fuck you in this table like a good whore, you would gladly do. It is not?”

His free hand went to your face, taking a stir of your hair out of your eyes and placing it behind your ear. You were unable to contain the moan, closing your eyes tightly for a second, trying to contain how much your body screamed.

"Y-yes." You whined.

“Good." Five sprinkled a kiss on your lips before walking away.

You opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your heaving breath, your legs shaking. Your body screamed in protest at the separation, and you sent him a confused and inquiring look.

“You will learn who is in charge here." Five gave you a sly smile. "I'm only going to fuck you when you understand this."

Then he turned his back on you, took the coffee and disappeared in the blue flash.

This son of fucking bitch!

- - -

You were angry and frustrated. To say the least. Your body was on fire and mind replayed that day over and over in your head. It had been four days since Five's little exploits in the kitchen, and, to be honest, not only had he started the teasing.

Five gave you malicious and discreet smiles, gestured a lot more with his hands when he spoke just to remind you of what they could do. He hovered his body close to your whenever possible, brushing his shoulder against your, his hand gently on your back when he needed to pass beside you. His fingers even slid under your thigh under the table when you were having dinner. It was always like that.

And you were already crazy.

In the beginning, you sent him and their little game go to hell. He was not going to get what he wanted. But as the days went by, and Five started to touch you more often, the fire inside you burst, and it felt a lot less... torture if you just... gave in. The thought of sleeping with someone else just to appease that didn't bring you the same euphoria, you didn't just want sex, you wanted Five.

You knew he was playing with you. Just wanted you to give a sign that you were surrendering, so that he could give you what you wanted.

And after seven days, you gave in.

It was Monday, your mood was already an angry monster, but this time, you arrived a little later.

“Y/n, you are lateeeeee.” Klaus sang from the kitchen, biting off a large chunk of whatever it was before he sat down.

Vayna, Luther and Five were also at the table. Vayna and Luther talking about nothing important and Five reading a book under metaphysics.

"Traffic."

You lied, placing the tray of coffees in the middle of the table. Five and Luther were the first to get, Vayna still getting used to coffee addiction.

“Allison and I are going to watch something today. Why don't you come with us? ” You sat next to Klaus, throwing one leg over his.

"Is it going to be in the cinemove?”

He denied “In the living room, you can sleep here after."

You shrugged. “Okay.”

"Did you go to a different coffee shop?" Luther raised his eyebrows, having just swallowed his coffee.

“No, why?”

“It tastes different.” He drank some more.

“It is Colombian.” You put the cards on the table, in a game that only you and Five knew.

You didn't look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you and a sly, malicious smile brushing the right side of his mouth. That was the only interaction that you felt Five driving you that day. The hours had passed and it was already one in the morning when the movie in the mansion's ended. It was not atypical you slept in the mansion, the guest room was almost called “your room” at that time. But there was… there was something different this time.

As you unbuttoned your pants, with the night breeze coming in through the window, you thought that maybe it was because you never slept there having feelings for one of the siblings. So impure feelings. There was something about sleeping under the same roof as Five that made you ... nervous. But as soon as you removed the piece and placed it on the bed, the blue flash flashed behind you.

Your whole body went tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart was racing as if, suddenly, you had just returned from a marathon. You swallowed, the heat of his body hitting your back, while his hand went up your arm gently.

"You are such a good girl." Five's voice made your legs tremble, the butterflies in your stomach roll.

In this moment, feeling things that you never thought you would be able to feel, you wished always were a good girl for him.

"Did you do that for me?" His mouth joined the pice of your shoulder and neck.

You knew he knew he did, but the bastard wanted to hear it from you. Five wanted you to confirm that he had won.

“Yes” You whispered, the moonlight allowing you to see when his hand went down to your belly, playing with the cos of your dark blue panties.

"I knew you would be a good girl for me."

Then, taking you by surprise, Five pushed your chest onto the bed, bending you over, pulling your hips towards his with the other hand. You sighed when you felt his already hard member hit your pussy just covered by thin panties, now wet with your mess. Your hands closed on the sheet, your heart almost screaming in relief at the contact of his body behind you.

God, you wanted him so fucking much...

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Hargreeves reflected on a rhetorical question, his hands sliding over your surrendered body, squeezing your flesh with a force that would leave marks.

You whimpered, rolling your hips over his member. "Please"

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Five slapped your left cheek.

You moaned softly, tightening the sheet, your body refusing to remain an inch away from him. Your hips needed more from Five's, your whimpers increasing as he took off your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds.

"Five!" You moaned louder, biting your lip as he played with your entrance.

"Should I just fuck you with my fingers?" He caused your entry with two digits "Or with my dick?"

You were an incoherent mess, days of denial and desire that burned arthrosis in your body.

"Answer me!" Five slapped you again, this time louder, more grotesque, making you cry out.

"Y-your dick!" You tried to say, “P-please. Fuck me with your dick, please. ”

You were desperate, that was the truth. Desperate for contact, desperate for touch. Desperate for anything that Five Hargreeves could want from you. Anything he wanted to give you.

"Hard?" His voice was now dark, slightly wicked.

“Y-yes! Please!”

Then Five stuck his hand to the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face up, making you face the ceiling as he leaned over and snarled at your neck:

"How hard?"

"Give me all!" You begged “Please, Sir. Give me all."

That title seemed to drive him out of his mind. Because the only thing you had in response was the sound of his belt falling to the floor and the rustle of his pants and boxers down, his right hand never leaving your hair. You groaned in anticipation, tears pricking your eyes from the desire that had accumulated so long when you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance.

Five lowered his mouth to your ear, holding his hand more in your hair as he said: "I’ d hold on to something if I were you. "

Then he entered you. Hard, rough, wild. Opening all your walls and spreading your abundant liquid all over his dick. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, your nails etched hard on the sheet, tears streaming from your eyes without warning. Five gave you just a few seconds to settle for his size, starting to beat inside you at a relentless pace.

This time you screamed. Your heart pounding in chest, your pussy pulsing around Five with so much desperation that you heard him moan and curse behind you. The pace was rough, heavy, wild and full of lust. He fucked you like a rabid animal, devouring everything you had to offer, filling every last inch of you. The sound was of pornographic moans and bodies clashing with arrogance, filling the entire mansion with sounds that would not be forgotten.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, pushing your ass to Five at the same rate, making he hit the deepest spot inside you.

“Fucking such good slut!” He dumped one more slap on your ass, freeing his hand from your hair and joining both of them at your waist, pulling you towards him in an heavy rhythm.

Each thrust was an electric current poured into your body, excitement running down your thighs and melting both of you. Five groaned louder, leaning over and biting your shoulder, clenching his fingers aggressively against the innocent skin on your waist.

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Five blew in your ear, receiving a loud groan in return, as yours tears flowed.

Your pussy tightened around his dick, pulsing in such a tight way for he.

"Oh, would you like that?" He teased you, feeling your walls tighten again. “I bet you would love to everbody see the slut you are to me. ”

"Sir!" You screamed, throwing your head forward, pressing your forehead to the sheet as you sobbed.

"Answer!" One more slap.

"Y-yes! I-I like could show that I'm your slut! ” You sobbed.

Five came out of you, making you whimper loudly in frustration. He turned you over on the bed, placing you in the center as he climbed on top of you, settling in between your legs and entering without warning again. You screamed, sinking your face into his neck as your legs closed around his waist, pulling his deep into you.

"Such a good bitch."

Five felt your limit riding fast, leaving you more breathless, tearful and desperate. You no longer measured the volume of your moans, your hands clenching your nails on his back, your waist rolling around to make him inside deeper.

"S-sir!" Then, without being able to control yourself anymore, you exploded. Came in long streams of broken moans and shaky breathing.

Your head fell on the pillow, your chest arching while you were on top of the climax. Five groaned at the scene, his limit being your expression of pure ecstasy. He sank in you as anatomically as possible, filling you with the hot liquid that overflowed from inside you.

You were both panting, sweaty and tired. Five let himself relax on top of you, partially loosening his weight, still stirring a few strokes to ensure that you had welcomed all his cum.

"Good girl." He praised you, giving you a small kiss on the neck, stepping out of you and rolling to your side on the bed.

"That was ... wow." You laughed softly, trying to catch your breath.

Hargreeves laughed too, taking the time to get out of bed, looking for the boxers and pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly not knowing what to do or what to say. Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, and your mouth was faster than your common sense in saying:

"Wait!"

Five turned to you, his brows furrowed in question as he buttoned his black pants.

"Can you ... could you ... stay?" You took a chance, your cheeks quivering under Five's intense gaze that never left you.

But, instead of the denial you were expecting, his eyebrows furrowed even more in doubt.

“But I am not leaving.” He said it as if it was obvious.

Did you blink a few times “No?”

“I was just going to get a towel to clean you up. There are certain things that I don’t like do naked.”

You opened your mouth to answer, a little shocked, but Five disappeared in the blue flash only to appear a second later, with a towel in hand. You sank into your own shame, muttering softly to yourself in incoherent sounds, you let Five clean you up.

“Did you think I was leaving?” He scoffed when he finished, looking at you with that smug look.

You rolled your eyes, turning to the side on the bed, your back to him.

"No." You mumbled.

Five laughed, settling better on the bed. "Come here." He said, patting his chest.

And, well, as much as you would like to consider yourself a rebellious girl, you did. Turning to him again, you snuggled into his body, laying your head on his chest while Five pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you.

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But at that moment, with you, you did not fail to notice the lazy and caring circles he made on your shoulder with his thumb.

Tagged: @bubblegumflamingos

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Inkyblinders's Rules + Masterlist

Last updated: May 4th, 2021

Requests: closed

Requesting Rules + Character List

Rules and guidelines for requesting fics!

Masterlist:

* denotes smut, ~ denotes request Tommy Shelby Bye Bye, Blackbird Thomas Michael Shelby These Fragile Pieces ~

John Shelby A Domestic Squabble *~ Tommy walking in headcannon ~

Finn Shelby Sleepyhead

Luca Changretta Dancing with the Devil: Part One*, Part Two* Accidentally in love headcannon ~

Michael Gray Birmingham Headcannon ~ Protective Headcannon ~

Johnny Dogs Together with You ~

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· MASTERLIST ·

THOMAS SHELBY

· Fast Enough · In which the reader is there for Tommy during one of his mental breakdowns. (Angst)

· Awfully sensitive · In which Tommy comforts an emotional reader. (Fluff)

· Her Eyes · In which Tommy and the reader are in an arranged marriage. (Fluff/Angst)

· Hesitation · In which Tommy´s reaction to the reader´s pregnancy isn’t what she expected. (Angst)

· Wishful Sinful Wicked Blue · In which the reader and Tommy love drinking together. (Smut/Fluff)

· Concern In Painting · In which Tommy snaps at the reader´s concern about his wellbeing. (Angst/Fluff)

· Tender Sunken Sea · In which the reader convinces Tommy to go to the beach with her. (Fluff)·

· Not Quite It Seems · What You Want (part two) ·In which things turn sour when feelings get involved between Tommy and the reader. (Smut/Angst)

· In The Depths Of Despair · In which the reader refuses to let Tommy go into the tunnels alone. (Angst)

· All The Knives That Lacerate Your Brain · In which the reader deals with the aftermath of Tommy´s PTSD. (Angst)

· Stormborn · *Requested * In which Tommy helps the reader give birth. (Fluff)

· Body And Soul · In which the reader convinces Tommy to paint. (Fluff/Angst)

· Relax · In which tommy helps the reader relax. (Smut)

· A Second,Or Two, Or Three · in which the reader tells Tommy she loves him for the fist time. (Fluff)

· I Will Be Your Wine · A Lace Ghost · (Part two) *Requested* In which the reader realizes she and Tommy were never meant to be. (Angst)

· Dancing Out In Space · In which the reader has an anxiety attack and Tommy is there for her. ( Fluff/Angst)

· The Wait · *Requested* In which Tommy deals with the reader’s mood swings during pregnancy. (Fluff)

·A Mundane Occurrence Heavy With Significance · *requested* In which Tommy spends the night at the reader’s place for the first time and his nightmares pay an unwanted visit. (Fluff)

· Pretty Empowering I Must Say · *Requested* In which John and Arthur tease Tommy for being soft in the reader’s presence. (Fluff).

· Dedicated To Touch · *Requested* In which the reader makes a touch starved Tommy feel loved. (Fluff)

· What No One Would Ever Know · *Requested* In which Tommy’s wife is badass and he is soft only for her. (Fluff).

· Besides Tea And Toast · * Requested* In which the reader is a war widow with a daughter and Tommy proposes to her. (Fluff)

· The Flames Singing · *Requested* In which Tommy is vulnerable and Y/n comforts him. (Fluff)

· Cold Tea And Romantic Gestures · In which Tommy makes the reader feel loved. (Fluff)

· Mementos Of The Sea · *Requested* In which the reader takes tommy away to the sea for their wedding anniversary. (Fluff)

· Lydia Pinkham’s Remedies · *Requested* In which Tommy comforts the reader while she suffers from period cramps. (Fluff)

· The Emerald’s Life Long Wait · *Requested* In which Tommy feels the reader deserves better than him. (Fluff/Angst).

· One Of These Days These Heels Are Gonna Stomp All Over You · *Requested* In which the reader is harassed by her boss and tells Tommy. (Angst)

· Winter Son · *Requested* In which Y/n and tommy rejoice over their baby son’s first Christmas. (Fluff).

· For Ages · In which Y/n falls for Tommy, her lifelong friend. (Angst/Fluff)

· What’s Going On? · *Requested* In which y/n isn't sure who her baby’s father is, Tommy or John. (Drama)

· I Was Listening · In which Tommy makes the reader feel less insecure. (Fluff)

· Dangerous, The Horse · In which Tommy doesn't want to open up to the reader. (Angst/Fluff)

· Broken Bones · *Requested* In which Tommy’s wife breaks her leg and he takes care of her. (Fluff)

· Light My Fire · *Requested* In which the reader, Charlie’s nanny, gets pregnant with Tommy’s baby. (Smut/Fluff/Angst)

· Unwanted Surprises · In which the reader wonders if she and tommy have fallen out of love (Angst).

· Can You Feel How Fast That’s Going?· *Requested* In which tommy needs to sort out his priorities and confesses his love to the reader. Based on the The Weekend’s song Where You belong. (Angst/Fluff/Smut)

· Just Till Noon · *Requested* In which the reader convinces Tommy to stay in bed a bit longer. (Fluff)

· Whisky Floors · *Requested* In which Tommy disappears for two days and comes home to his annoyed pregnant wife. (Angst/Fluff)

· Birthday Pearls · The reader wants Tommy to spend her birthday with her, but he’s busy. (Angst/Fluff).

· Maimed · *Requested* In which Tommy finds out the reader had to resort to prostitution when he was away at war and doesn’t react well to it. (Angst)

· A Conjured Up Death Wish · *Requested* In which the reader begins to worry about how much damage Grace’s Ghost can cause (Angst)

· Delightful Misty Dream · In which Tommy joins the reader in the bathtub after a rather stressful day. (Smut/Fluff)

· A Whimsical Tale · *Requested* In which Tommy gets jealous of Finn flirting with his maid because he likes her. (Smut/Fluff).

· Nice Things · In which Charlie snaps at the reader and Tommy feels guilty. (Angst)

· Ominous · *Requested* In which Y/n gets hurt stopping the Lees from raiding the betting shop and suffers from it. (Angst)

· Heedless Words That Numb The Heart · *Requested* In which Tommy snaps at the reader and then makes it up through small acts of love. (Angst/Fluff)

· A Concoction of Honey, Oatmeal and Herbs · In which Tommy agrees to do skincare with the reader. (Absolute Fluff)

· A Dress Made Out Of Daffodils · In which the reader isn't ready to sleep with Tommy and he is understanding and loving about it. (Fluff)

CILLIAN MURPHY

· Slip Of The Tongue · In which after an embarrassing slip of the tongue while filming a scene with Cillian, the reader feels she ought to explain herself. (Fluff)

ALFIE SOLOMONS

· Home · *Requested* In which y/n Shelby falls for Alfie. (Fluff)

· Cointreau · *Requested* In which Alfie is intrigued by his next door neighbor. (Fluff)

· The Best Pies In England · *Requested* In which the reader finds out that Alfie isn't really a baker and gets sad that he cant bake. (Fluff) .

· Life In Margate · *Requested* In which the reader decides to move with Alfie to Margate when he tells her he has cancer. (Angst/Fluff).

MICHAEL GRAY

· A Lavender Bath · Chamomile Tea · *Requested* In which Michael receives a distressing phone call from the reader. (Angst)

· Like A Queen In Days Of Old · *Requested* In which Michael offers his coat to the reader who is a jazz dancer. (Fluff)

· What About France ? · *Requested* In which Michael tells the reader he must away to America (Smut/Angst)

ARTHUR SHELBY

· Sounds Like A Dream · *Requested* In which Y/n makes Arthur feel better after one of his breakdowns. (Angst/Fluff)

· A Lemon Tree Would Also Be Divine · *Requested* In which Arthur goes strawberry picking with the reader and then they bake a pie together. (Pure cottage core fuel/Fluff)

· Someone Able To Put Your Fires Out · *Requested* In which Arthur relaxes as the reader reads to him (Fluff)

JOHN SHELBY

· Passing Clouds ·*Requested* In which the reader suffers from depression and John comforts her. (Angst/Fluff)JOHN SHELBY

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girls need love - michael gray x reader

a/n: i'm gonna be real guys, i don't know where this came from but i'm not mad about it. this is just pure absolute smut. i didn't know i needed this until i wrote it. hope you guys enjoy!

love, abi xxx

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prompt: once michael sees you, he's got to have you. loosely based off of the song girls need love by summer walker

warnings: nsfw!! smut, daddy kink (obv), slight degradation, drug usage, reader definitely has a praise kink, michael being smug and hot as shit

Michael couldn’t stop looking at you, ever since he spotted your infectious grin from a table of some seedy pub Isaiah had dragged him out to. A light dusting of Tokyo sat around his right nostril, adding to the fire growing in him. He didn’t even know you; hadn’t seen you around here before, yet the dark purple silk number you were wearing was enough to make him walk over. Isaiah was busy fucking the barmaid, having tugged her out the back door for long enough that Michael assumed he wasn’t coming back anytime soon.

“Can I buy you a drink?” You tipsily looked up at where the deep voice was coming from, eyes landing on one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen in all of Birmingham, cigarette dangling from his light pink lips. His light brown hair was neatly combed back, blue eyes meeting yours, and you could smell his expensive cologne from where you sat a few feet away. He was clad in a dark blue three-piece suit, probably worth more than your rent for the month. One of your friends elbowed you in the ribs, encouraging you to leave the table, sending a giggle through your group of girlfriends.

“Alright,” you accepted, a slight blush creeping across your cheeks as he offered his hand to help you stand, leading you to a booth in the corner of the room, where he offered you a glass of whiskey. You accepted, hoping more liquor would calm your nerves from just being this close to him. Jesus, you didn’t even know his name yet and you already couldn’t help yourself.

“I’m Michael Grey,” he offered, smoke rolling into his nostrils as he exhaled. You recognized the name, but you were too tipsy to even register what it meant. Jesus, he was fucking sexy. You almost wanted him to take you right there in the booth, yet you managed to restrain yourself, pressing your thighs together as tightly as you could.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you replied, noticing the faint white powder smeared on his nose. The alcohol in your veins made you more honest than usual. “Been a while since I tried snow,” you admitted.

Michael grinned slyly. “So, you like it?”

“That’s one way of putting it,” you replied, downing the rest of your drink.

Michael’s right eyebrow raised as he took another drag from his cigarette. “If I offered you a line right now, would you take it?”

There was something ridiculously hot about his bluntness. Yet, in this moment, you decided to give in. You nodded, earning a smirk from the man across from you before he beckoned you closer to him. You slid over, your bare thigh brushing against his clothed one, his eyes taking the chance to travel your figure before revealing a small blue bottle, uncorking it to shake out a thick clump of the white powder onto the small silver mirror that already sat on the table. You reached into your purse, producing a pound note before rolling it up into a tight cylinder.

“Looks like you’ve got some experience, eh?” Michael murmured in your ear over the music playing in the pub, breath hot on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Mr. Gray.” You grinned shyly, as Michael produced a razorblade, cutting up the fine powder into four lines.

“Should let me get to know you, then.” He gestured towards the snow as you leaned forward, finger on your left nostril as you held the pound note up to your right, inhaling. Almost immediately, you felt it, eyes dilating as you passed the cylinder to him. After snorting two lines, he passed it back to you, encouraging you to finish the last one. You did, giggling at some joke he had cracked before finishing the last line. Powder coated the outside of your right nostril, and Michael reached up to wipe your nose clean, cocaine sitting on his thumb. Before you could stop yourself, you had taken his thumb into your mouth and sucked it clean.

“Fuck,” Michael groaned, watching the way your cheeks hollowed around his finger, his cock beginning to harden in his pants. It was difficult to get a hard-on on blow, but with you, he was having no trouble. “Wanna get out of here?”

You nodded, releasing his thumb from your mouth from a pop with a grin, causing him to mutter a swear under his breath. Instantly, he was tugging you out of the bar, pressing you against the brick wall to kiss you roughly. You melted at the feeling of his mouth on yours, the way his teeth tugged at your lower lip for entrance. You practically whined when he pulled away, causing a cocky smirk to spread across his lips.

“M’gonna give you what you need love, don’t worry,” he crooned, before ushering you quickly into his car. You were pulling up in front of a office building shortly, Michael helping you out before tugging you into an office with his name on it, closing and locking the door behind him. The fireplace was already lit, and you stood in front of it, facing him, unsure what to do with yourself. Michael reached into his pocket, reproducing the blue bottle to shake out another pile, cutting it into six lines before offering you the pound note. You accepted, taking turns until the both of you were high beyond belief. Michael was funny, and witty, and fucking smart. Fucking christ, the combination was making you want him more than you thought previously possible. Was it wrong to want him to use you?

You sat perched on Michael’s desk, giggling at something he’d said while he snorted another line, his hands shaking slightly in an attempt to stop laughing. He straightened up, ocean blue eyes meeting yours. It might have been the blow, but the rest of the room melted away, leaving only you and him. He took a step closer to you, broad shoulders boxing you in against the desk, torso in between your legs. “Fuckin’ pretty thing like you, up to no good in a dirty town like this,” he rumbled, lips brushing against your collarbone. You couldn’t help but let your head hang back, practically presenting yourself to him, back arching in the air. His rough hands found your waist, gripping at your curves through the thin material of your dress. All you could feel was his touch, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body and he hadn’t even gotten you naked yet. Fuck.

“You gonna be good for me?” Michael’s tone was dark, eyes dilated, searching for you to respond. You looked back up at him, nodding.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” He reprimanded, awakening something in you. God, you wanted him.

“Yes, Daddy.” You had taken a chance, and by the look on Michael’s face, it had worked. He made an almost carnal noise, ridding you of your garments until you were fully naked in front of him, just how he wanted you. He couldn’t help but groan at how wet you already were for him, pussy glistening in the firelight. The innocent look on your face made him want to do the most depraved, filthy things to you.

“What do you want, darlin’?” Michael’s voice shook you out of the haze you were in, drug-addled eyes meeting his. The sudden attention made you shy, yet you knew what he was expecting and you weren’t about to lose that.

“Want you to fuck me, Daddy,” you whined, eyes wide from the snow and the pleasure that just admitting it gave you. “Want you to take me how you want.”

Michael couldn’t help reaching down to palm his cock, already stiff at the sight of you spread out for him. He stopped to slip a finger inside of you, your juices coating his finger already. The sound that left your mouth was pathetic, but fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever heard. He slipped another finger inside of you, thumb toying at your clit, enjoying the way you clenched around his hand.

“Please, daddy, please,” you cried out, attempting to fuck yourself back on Michael’s fingers. He reveled in the sight of you, pleading for him, tits bouncing as he fucked his fingers in and out of you, filthy sounds filling the office.

“Look at you, all desperate for my cock,” he grinned, cock standing at attention as he removed his hands from you, reaching down to grip his dick, stroking it lazily as you caught your breath. “How badly do you need me, love?”

“More than anything,” you murmured, eyes fixed on Michael as you looked up at him. “Want you in me, Daddy.” Almost instantly, Michael closed the small distance between you, cock teasing your slit, causing you to whine, before he entered you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his thickness. It didn’t take long before he was fucking himself in and out of you, your cunt pulsing around him as you cried out in pleasure.

“Fuckin’ perfect pussy, all for me. Isn’t that right, sweetheart? You mine now?” Michael cajoled as he fucked you at a bruising pace, causing your eyes to roll back in your head as your nails scratched at his back. He didn’t seem to care about the pain, increasing his speed.

“All yours, Daddy,” You managed to get out between moans, Michael’s cock bumping up against your g-spot, causing you to cry out even louder. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you didn’t care.

“So fucking good for me,” Michael groaned, the praise making you blush as he thrust into you, reaching a hand up to your jaw. You took his thumb in your mouth once again, moaning around it as he fucked you even harder, sending white spots across your vision as you came, walls clenching around him. It seemed he was determined to make you cum again as he fucked you through your orgasm, telling you how pretty you looked as your eyes rolled back in your head, releasing once more. The look on your face pushed him over the edge, and he spilled into you, hot and sticky between your legs. You slumped against the desk, catching your breath, vision still blurry as Michael sat back in his chair, breathing heavily as he produced a rag from one of the drawers of his desk, cleaning you up, unable to help from pressing a kiss to your left inner thigh.

“Want me to run you a bath?” You looked up at him, surprised by the genuine look on his face. He offered you a soft smile, and you nodded, pulling him towards you by the back of the neck to press a kiss to his lips. It seemed like you had a lot more to learn about Michael Gray than you thought.

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