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moremaybank · 6 months

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SEX TAPE — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings unprotected sex, filming, oral sex (male receiving), handjob, a lil spanking, cum play, language/dirty talk

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“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum. Need your mouth, please.”

JJ cursed, feeling your delicate hand tighten its grip around him. He struggled to keep his phone from slipping out of his hand and colliding with your face. His knuckles were taut and reddened as he clutched onto it, his other hand pushing your hair back from your face.

You pouted up at both him and the camera. “But I want you to cum inside me.”

You were devilish. You were already a fucking sight, on your knees before him, lips swollen from the work it’d been doing on his length. Beads of saliva dripped down your luscious tits and over your nipples, perking them up when the slight breeze caught the wetness. Your hair was slightly disheveled from JJ’s hands, and you were looking up at him with those damn doe eyes.

He could bust right now, just from the mere sight of you.

His unoccupied hand slid down the side of your face, tipping your head up further with his fingertips. “I will sweetheart. I’m cumming in all those pretty holes tonight if you’re good for me. Now open up.”

That promise was enough for you to bring him back into your mouth. His mouthwatering cock was stiff and heavy when it hit your tongue. You dragged your tongue torturously slow up the vein that protruded from the underside of him, revelling in the gravelly moan that you pulled from his parted lips.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that, fuckin’ love your mouth,” he panted. His tip hit the back of your throat, and your hand pumped what couldn’t fit in your mouth. That, combined with the sensation of you swallowing around him, threatened to cause his knees to give out. They buckled, and he steadied himself on the dresser to the left of him. “You’re the sexiest little thing on this damn planet. Gonna cover you with my cum, baby.”

Your core throbbed violently at his words. He was close, teetering right on the edge, and all you wanted was to hear his broken voice as he came. Feel him grip your head or the back of your neck as he forced himself down your throat. And this time, you’d be able to replay it as many times as you wanted to.

You could feel his balls tightening as your free hand moved to toy with them. You massaged them, hearing his stuttering breaths and a string of curse words leave his pink lips. His hand abandoned the dresser, and he cradled the back of your head just as you anticipated. He pushed his cock deep inside your mouth, your nose rubbing against his pelvis as you gagged around him. Your hands braced on his strong thighs as you let him use you to his content.

“Look so good with my cock down your throat, babygirl. Shit,” the cuss word left his mouth as he started to shoot his cum into you. He pulled you off of him, jerking himself vigorously and encouraging more cum to paint your face. It coated the seam of your lips, some on your cheeks and chin. More landed on your neck and chest, the tits he loved so much now draped with it as well.

The flash grew brighter in your eyes as he inched the camera closer to you. His thumb swiped over your lips, collecting his release and stuffing it into your mouth. “You’re so pretty like this. I fuckin’ love you.”

“I love you more,” you beamed up at him, your throat a bit sore from his assault. You chose to ignore it, though, enjoying the view up above you. Tousled hair, hazy eyes, a lovestruck grin pulling at his lips. His strong chest heaved, inflating and deflating as he tried to regulate his breathing.

“Good,” he spoke, breaking you out form your ogling. “Now get on the bed. On your stomach.”

You followed his command, lying down but raising your hips up for him when he slid a pillow beneath them. He reached over you, flipping the camera on his phone to the front view, and leaned it against the headboard. Your excited smile was clear on the screen, forcing JJ to mirror it. He kissed your cheek, the back of your shoulder, and left a trail of opened mouth ones down your spine. His hands grabbed handfuls of your ass cheeks, spreading you open so he could spit onto you and lube you up. He gave one of your cheeks a harsh smack, the sound echoing throughout the room, and shoved himself into your entrance. The yelp that left your lips made him chuckle, and he squeezed the same flesh he’d slapped beneath his palm.

“J-J, so deep.” You struggled to keep your head upright, leaning up on your forearms. Your head dangled as your eyes closed. He was slipping so deep inside of you, and your toes were already curling.

“No,” he chided. He leaned over you once again, letting his hand hold your throat to force your gaze up. “Look at the camera. Watch how pretty you look when daddy fucks you.”

You kept your eyes trained on the screen in front of you, meeting his heated gaze. The hand that wasn’t on your throat latched onto your hip, clutching it as his hips drove into yours. Each of his thrusts pulled a moan from you, and the sweet sounds only encouraged JJ to go harder.

“You like watching, baby? Gonna use this video to make yourself cum when I’m not there?”

You nodded, mumbling a pleasure-struck yes, daddy. Your mouth was stuck in a permanent ‘o’ shape as he pummelled into you, working your walls and soothing the ache they previously felt from their emptiness.

“Yeah, I know you will. My perfect slut, always playing with her pretty pussy when she’s missin’ me.”

He raised you up, his other hand tugging your arm back so you could be flush against his front. Your eyes screwed shut when his cock rubbed at your g-spot again and again. The angle and depth were all too perfect, your body going slack in his hold.

“J, keep going. Oh my god, just like that. Yes,” you called out.

“My girl likes being fucked on camera like a good ‘lil whore, huh? Wants to be my own personal cam girl?”

You cried out for him louder, the collision of your flesh providing you with a heavenly sting. His hand slithered to the back of your neck, pushing you back down.You held your gaze on the screen as best as you could, the frame showing JJ’s violent-like movements as he pounded into your pussy. He was watching himself disappear into you, jaw clenched and clearly feeling the rush as it riled him up. Then, he scrambled to snatch his phone, holding it above where you two were joined, letting the camera capture him inside you.

“‘M gonna show this damn video to anyone who tries to take what’s mine. Show ‘em how you let me paint your face, how you let me fuck you raw ‘n fill you up. Make everyone so goddamn jealous.”

When you didn’t answer, he gave you an especially hard thrust, knocking the wind out of your lungs. “Tell me you want it. Tell ‘em how dirty you are, wanting me to show everyone how good I fuck you.”

“I want it,” you whined, your fingers curling into the comforter beneath you.

“Again.”

“I want it, daddy. Need it.”

“Good,” he rasped, “Good fuckin’ girl. Cum for me. Squeeze me nice ‘n tight, baby. Make me cum too.”

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ghxstfacesgf · 1 year

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anchor: ethan landry x reader

Ethan returns from a ghostface attack to find you waiting for him, the only person who can ease his mind. His anchor.

Warnings: ya know violent ghostface things

Note: I wrote this super fast bc I had this idea and couldn’t get it out of my head. I realized after I wrote it that it’s pretty gender-neutral so enjoy! Let know how you like it! <3

A loud crash echos through the small apartment as a ghostface mask smashes into the dresser. An unlit candle falls, coating the wood floors in shards of glass. Ethan Landry tramples over them— breathing erratic, hands shaking, curly brown locks coated in sweat. The events of the night clouded his memory, an unsuccessful attack on the Carpenter sisters. He tried, he really did try, but to no avail. His father would return to the apartment any minute now. The apartment they had purchased as another hideout, other than the shrine. The boy could practically hear his father now: unfocused, sloppy, weak.

Ethan frustratingly ripped the cloak off his body, chucking it on the ground with a groan. With brown eyes prickling with tears, he collapsed on the bed head in hands. A small, comforting voice called to him from the corner of the room,

“Ethan?”

You. Of course it was you. Your voice laced in empathy and the only voice with the power to instantly calm Ethan Landry. He let out a sigh, not even needing words to communicate to you what he needed. You moved in front of him while he remained seated, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. Those eyes closed in relief and your delicate hands cupped his face. His medicine. His anchor.

You brought him closer to you, head nuzzled into your chest. Ethan melted instantly at your touch as you stroked his hair lightly, his eyes still closed. He had no idea when or how you’d gotten here and, frankly, he didn’t care. All that mattered was that you were here. You were there to save him from his own devilish thoughts. That’s what you’d always done for Ethan— grounded him. It was you that helped him balance along the line of good vs evil. He was a killer, yes, but he didn’t want to be. At least not when he was around you. Your glossy eyes, your perfectly imperfect smile, all of you made him forget his family’s plan. No— his family’s mission. One that he almost considered aborting at the sight of you. Almost.

“What happened, Eth?” His eyes fluttered open at your question. He didn’t know why, but he felt like dumping all of his trauma onto you. The only person in world he felt like would truly listen to him without judgment.

“I failed. Again, y/n, I failed. And my dad and Quinn will be back here any minute to berate me for it. He will go on and on about Richie. “If Richie was here this”, “if Richie was here that,” it’s exhausting never being good enough,” Ethan rambled, his voice cracking. Tears were begging to be released but he blinked them away. He sighed, bringing a hand to your face to brush away a stray lock of hair.

You smiled down at him understandingly. “But how did you fail?”

He scoffed at your comment, “how did I fail? Y/n, I didn’t kill anyone that’s how I failed! That’s all he cares about!” Ethan’s hands, that were wrapped about your waist, tightened in his annoyance.

“No.” You spoke calmly, pulling back from the boy in front of you.

“What?”

“No.” Ethan’s eyebrows burrowed in confusion as he, too, pulled away. You were starting to sound like a parrot at this point. “Ethan, what happened tonight?”

He blinked at you. Why did you have that look on your face? Why weren’t you scared? He had just admitted to you he was ghostface, you’d even seen the mask once he entered the apartment. Why were you still here?

“I already told you. I didn’t kill anyone. I was supposed to, supposed to attack Sam and Tara.”

You closed the gap between the two of you once again. A smile full of pity played on your pink lips. Ethan felt his heartbeat begin to race again and he wasn’t sure why. He tried to think, but he couldn’t. How did you even get here? How did you even know this apartment existed?

“You didn’t fail, baby,” your hands cupped his face again, though they were colder now. “You did kill someone.”

Ethan’s eyes widened, he could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. His eyes closed, the memories of the night flashing across his mind faster than he could stop them. And boy did he desperately want to stop them.

Sam and Tara’s apartment. Glass breaking. Screaming. Ethan lunged for the sisters, managing to slice Sam’s forearm. She fell to the ground— this was his moment. The moment he would finally make his father proud. The blade raised above the boys head. He brought it down, hard and fast. Although it wasn’t Sam he’d just mutilated. It was you. Those eyes he’d once became entranced in looked up at him one last time. This time filled with hatred and fear. Blood soaked your navy top as he removed the blade from your chest. You’d gotten in the way, how could you be so stupid? The others called your name and Ethan ran. He wanted to stay and help you, he really did. He wanted you to be alright. The sounds of Tara’s screams confirmed his fears.

Ethan’s lips began to form a reply but you’d cut him off, “you didn’t mean to.”

His eyes looked up at you frantic, unable to stop the tears from flowing now. “I don’t understand, you’re here! I can feel you,” the boy pulled your hand from his cheek. Both of his hands cupped yours as he brought it to his lips, kissing your hand softly. “You feel real.”

“You know I’m not, Ethan. You know what you did, you know you didn’t mean to. This isn’t what you want, you’re not a killer.” Your words seemed to pierce him like a blade. Like the blade he’d shoved into your chest just hours ago. He cried now, cried harder than he ever had. At some point his hands released yours and those curly locks fell wet against his forehead.

The door to the apartment swung open harshly. Ethan’s attention was torn away from you. It was Detective Bailey.

“There he is! My boy,” Bailey smiled wildly, arms widened for a hug. “I didn’t think you had it in you, to kill y/n.”

At the sound of your name Ethan’s head turned back to where you were standing. Your figure gone now, only a window overlooking the city replaced it. He felt like he had been the one murdered.

“I’m proud of you, son.” Those words, the only words Ethan had wanted to hear, snapped him away from his sorrow. Eyes glistened up at his father. They embraced.

You had been Ethan’s anchor, the one thing keeping him somewhat sane. But, you were gone now. It had to happen, it did. Ethan knew that now. Without you, he could finally live up to his fathers expectations.

He could become a true psychopath.

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madwomansapologist · 4 months

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NFWMB | shan yu

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synopsis: After a tiring day, all you wanted was to sleep. To dream, to rest, until you were ready for another day. You weren't expecting for the turning your night would have.

warnings: fluff then hurt/comfort. chocking. stabbing. violence. torture. murder couple. in this house we hate the misogynist version of Shan Yu in Mulan (2020) yandere!shan yu. female!reader.

It's been a long day. A rough week. Alright, those past few months were complicated.

All you wanted was to sleep. Since you woke up, all your mind desired was to come back to the warmth of your bed. Truth be told, every person you talked to were nothing but a distraction from your tiredness. Travelling with a army isn't easy or comfortable, nor it's to have so many daily tasks.

You have knife combat training sessions at dawn. After that, you need to face the fact that you're still struggling with economics. Don't matter who's your teacher, it always takes longer for you to understand any subject of it. And all those weeks learning about strategy got you a permanent chair during generals meeting.

Even exausted, you did your best. But as soon as the troop's commander gave in to the argument of one of the generals, you understood that you reached your limit.

The perspective of finally doing what you wanted bad, which was to sleep the night away, touched your heart with a expanding peace. Your entire body was numb, nothing in it had enough strength to continue.

In front of your dresser, you struggled to undo your braid. The door creaked, and you didn't need to look to know who was approaching. Shan Yu smells like steel. Impossible not to recognize.

As Shan Yu got closer, you saw him on the mirror. And that ruthless man, a breathing promise of violence to anyone who dares stand on his way, smiled to you.

You let go of your hair, and transferred your attention to the rings adorning your fingers. "Care to help me?"

His cold, forever cold, fingers held the base of your neck. With a tender squeeze, Shan Yu's hands slid down to undo the braid. How can such a big man be so delicate? It will never stop surprising you. How the hand that cuts others is the same that strokes you.

"You honor me, my moon," Shan Yu kissed your scalp. He kept his face resting on you, just breathing in your essence. After a moment, he worked on the pins. Carefully, he took all of them from your head.

Meanwhile, you worked on taking off your earrings and necklace. Lighter than when you entered the carriage, you didn't even realize that you had melted against Shan Yu's touch. This was already a common occurrence. A touch with Shan Yu is never just a touch, it is always something closer to worship.

When Shan Yu first saw you, the end was soon. As he leave you behind, a sweet taste found a home on his tongue. A incessant desire that would never leave him. Now, when Shan Yu touches you, he holds you.

You held his hands, and pulled them towards your mouth. You kissed his knuckles, enjoying the way he too melts against you, and closed your eyes. Silence came, but quickly you decided to break it. "You have much to do?"

"Not until dawn," Shan Yu answered. "Are you going to bed already?"

You let go of his hands, nodding. Shan Yu rested his hands on your shoulders, and his long fingers slid across your collarbone. His affection is always like this, natural. Genuine. "Then can you help me with something?"

"Anything."

Looking into his falcon eyes, you smirked at his eagerness. "What do you think about exhausting me?"

Shan Yu's chuckle was just what you wanted to hear. His fingers tightened on your collarbone, his yellow eyes becoming sharper. "You little devilish thing," he whispered.

You laugh. "Thought I was your moon."

"You are everything," Shan Yu's fingers returned to the base of your neck. They slid through your hair, squeezing. The gesture caused the good kind of pain. "It all depends on your humor."

“Want to find out what my humor is for tonight?” You turned in your chair, now looking him in the face. Your fingers slid over the lace that kept your clothes attached to your body. "Or would you prefer to keep on debating?"

Shan Yu held your fingers, stopping you from continuing. "You're cold," he said. You agreed. "Let me light the fire. Can you wait, my devilish thing?"

And he's right. Not about the devilish part, but about the my. Shan Yu really owns you. Not because he's stronger than you or anything like that, but because everyday you can only chose to be his. The part of you that matters, maybe even the rest, they all belongs to him.

Still, you rolled your eyes. "I'm not sure if I can."

As soon as Shan Yu got out of the carriage to fetch firewood, you ran to the bathroom. Your insides feel all warm and hazy.

You spent a few seconds trying to get your hair to look right. At the same time as you wanted to see Shan Yu's reaction to entering the carriage to find you naked, you also wanted to feel his hands removing fabric by fabric from your body.

Maybe it took you a long time to decide on the second option, because you were approaching the bed when the door opened again. "It was only a joke," you said as you pulled the sheets off the bed. "You didn't need to run."

Shan Yu's silence wasn't something unusual, but as the seconds went furrowed brows replaced the smug smile on your face. Then it hits you. It didn't smell like him.

You were quick to pull the dagger from its hiding place, but so was the chinese soldier who charged at you. In a matter of seconds, your head hit the bedside table and hands clasped your neck.

But you weren't helplessness. As he pushed the air out of your lungs, you stabbed the figure above you. Warm blood gushed over you, but he didn't stop. And because the man didn't stop, neither did you.

The dagger continued to come in and out. Your arm burned, your fingers ache, your throat felt like it was being torn apart: you just kept going.

Until the weight above you disappeared.

For a while you were only able to cough. Holding your throat, as if your hands alone would be able to heal your pain, you struggled to breathe. Your head was spinning, and your body had never been so exhausted.

Then your hearing started working again. And as the shrill whistle faded, the dry sound dominated the place that was once so safe. And the sound, that raw sound, was of bones clashing.

Shan Yu's fists were raw. The skin was torn apart. And no matter how unrecognizable the face of the being that attacked you was, how much he bled and begged for mercy, Shan Yu continued to punch him again and again.

“Shan Yu…” you breathed. Tears ran down your face. "My sun..."

As Shan Yu looked at you, covered in blood and with colorless skin, he stopped.

He turned away from the soldier, and for a moment he was nothing more than a worried animal. His bloody hands held your face, and when you felt his touch... you broke down.

You didn't know what to expect, you couldn't think, you couldn't move. All you did was to sob, shaking in between his hands. You held him, your nails digging on the skin of his forearm, eyes unable to function.

When the soldier whimpered on the floor, you both looked at him. How was he still alive? You stabbed him endless times, Shan Yu beat him until all he could see was red. And he was still alive.

Shan Yu stroked your hair, and that made you look deep into his eyes. You saw a certainty, a determination that couldn't be stopped by anyone. Anyone but you.

"Would it warm you?" Shan Yu whispered to you. The world was reduced to you both. "If the world ended in flames, would it warm you?"

And you understood. As if you both were one. Because maybe you are. Your sun, his moon. Maybe you both are one, and maybe that's why you understood him so well.

"Do it," you told him. But you didn't need to. Shan Yu could see it in your eyes. He saw the moment you decided to agree. "Have your fun."

With a care that no one would expect from a man with bloody fists, Shan Yu carried you to the bed. Not caring about the blood, only about the fact that it wasn't yours, Shan Yu covered you. He kissed your forehead, your lips, your blood-stained hands.

From the ground, the man was lifted up by a Shan Yu burning with hatred. And instead of hurting him, killing him once and for all, Shan Yu dragged him to the healers.

The man will live. Not for long, but long enough. Enough for him to become an example. Enough for him to regret not killing himself when he had a chance.

This time you were the one watching. And Shan Yu does know how to make a show.

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rebelcthulhu · 2 years

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this is a rebel love song | e.m. | 18+ ONLY!!!

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: a (not depicted) detention lands you right were you want to be, a sex riddled weekend with your crush. the only problem is you’ve got it bad for him and now the weekend is coming to an end. are you ready for things to go back to the way they were or do you want more..?

warnings/kinks: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, smut, dacryphilia, mutual pining, pet names, princess, fingering, porn with plot (kinda), praise!kink, possessiveness, unprotected sex, p in v, light breeding!kink, sprinkle of perv!eddie, cum/ass eating, fluff fluff fluff!

word count: 7k+

note: when I say I’m over it, I mean it. this beast got away from me entirely. it’s a dumpster fire and I’m extremely nervous as it’s my first *full* fic I’ve ever posted on here. I couldn’t trash the ol’girl tho so here y’all go.

just as a little disclaimer, I am 100% dyslexic and have a pretty rough time with grammar. (apologizes) all comments and general criticisms are very much welcome, but totally not expected!!

A delicate strand of hair fell from over your shoulder, obscuring your view as you sat with one knee pressed into your chest and the other lazily outstretched across Eddie Munson’s comforter.

Unconsciously you replaced the lock behind your ear, turning the page on the DnD magazine you had been scanning through absentmindedly.

“You know you’re kinda beautiful, right?”

You looked up to see Eddie staring at you from the other end of the room. The early morning sunlight that seeped in through the thin curtains bathing him in a warm glow, turning his brown doeish eyes into a beautiful shade of gold.

“It’s rude to talk about yourself like that all the time,” you said, playfully leaning forward and placing your elbows on the bed. You rested your chin in the palms of your hands as you stared at him.

He really had no idea how long you had pined for him. How your body had screamed at nearly every instance of even somewhat close proximity. He had been the bane of your existence for what felt like an eternity and now here you were, a detention of all things having brought you together.

“Shut up!” he chuckled, a cocky grin plastering itself across his face.

“You know you’re the pretty one!” You raised your eyebrows, sticking your tongue out before giving him a soft sweet smile.

Suddenly Eddie’s flirtatious nature faltered, his expression becoming thoughtful. You didn’t understand it entirely, and to your misfortune, just as quickly as it had come it was gone.

“Mmm nope!” he pressed his lips together in a hard line. “I don’t think so.”

Standing up from where he’d been digging through his dresser, he shook his head, waving his hands around. A mischievous, albeit slightly devilish smile tugging at the corners of his full lips.

Almost instinctively you closed the magazine you’d already half forgotten about, throwing it on the nightstand before looking back at him, watching tentatively as he stalked towards you.

You couldn’t help but admire how the thin black cut off he had slept in clung to his chest and biceps. Or how his flannel boxers had ridden lower on his hips than you remembered. The outline of his huge endowment, evident beneath.

“I hate to break it to ya, princess,” Eddie sucked on his teeth, “but you're the hottie of the relationship.”

He came to stand directly beside you, and you quickly averted your eyes from where they had been burrowing into his underwear, your cheeks heating with embarrassment.

Swinging your short legs off the bed you intended to stand, but almost immediately he engulfed you, his hips locking you into place underneath him as he straddled your knees.

You swallowed hard, a soft chuckle reverberating through his chest as he watched your once collected expression morph into that of desire. Before you could say or do anything however, he began to ghost the tips of his fingers across the tops of your bare thighs.

Instantly a tingling sensation spread like wildfire through your body, his large ring clad hands coming to rest on either side of you as he lowered his towering frame, his palms pressing firm into the mattress.

You were stunned as you began to feel his weight hit you, a slick heat pooling low in your gut. But right before his lips could find yours you found yourself compelled to scurry back up the bed.

Lingering just far enough away that he couldn’t kiss you, yet still close enough to feel his hot breath skate over your skin, you tilted your head. His confused, yet beautiful stare meeting yours.

“So a relationship’s what we're calling it now?”

You knew what you were doing, fighting the sickly feeling that you’d steadily beaten back for two solid days. You’d tried to tell yourself it would only hurt more the longer you kept things going. The inevitably of normalcy the following morning when you passed each other in the halls or class like nothing had happened your own personal plight to bear. The part of you that saw reason though shrunk by the second around him.

In an act of defiance you leaned in just far enough that your lips could graze his.

“Well?” You breathed into him, watching as a rumble built in his chest at your teasing.

Eddie looked down at you through a hazy lust filled gaze, his breath catching short as his large brown eyes fluttered closed.

His long lashes kissed his cheeks as his soft pink lips separated ever so slightly. He was so incredibly delicious to witness you found yourself awestruck by him even as you tried being the instigator.

Suddenly, his eyes flew back open, surprising you as he appeared to recover entirely. Titling his own head, he looked at you strangely, his posture mirroring yours, but in an over the top and extravagant way.

“Well, ya? We're like together-together now.” he chuckled, looking between you and the wall.

A vacant expression glossed over your face as his dark curly hair cascaded down over his shoulders. You were entirely unsure as to whether you should take him seriously or not. The part of you that wanted so deeply for him, the part that hoped against hope, raging inside the confines of your mind.

Eddie seemed to notice your struggle despite your best efforts at trying to remain composed. Bumping his nose into yours lightly, he attempted to call your attention back to him.

“M’not kidding with you, babe,” his eyes grew wide as his mouth fell open, one of his hands coming to drag a piece of his hair over his face.

“What? You scared to cross over to the dark side and be known as the town freak’s girl?”

The spell his words had over you broke instantly and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him, becoming aware that he was, in fact, fucking with you.

Still.. there was a part of you that couldn’t help but wonder why he shifted his weight back and forth, why he looked at you almost nervously?

Shaking your head, you forced yourself to snap out of it, realizing that the oddity of his behavior had probably been conjured up entirely by your imaginative subconscious.

Against your better judgment, you decided to entertain his little game. Tenderly wrapping your arms around his neck before pulling him on top of you.

His lips found yours within seconds, kissing you with a dominating and forceful, but also somehow gentle passion.

You couldn’t help but to whimper brokenly when he began to part with you, his mouth claiming you in an entirely new way as he came to nip and kiss at your jaw.

You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of it, enough of him. The room almost appearing to breathe as your desire-addled mind struggled to make sense of anything other than his delicate yet ravenous kisses.

“Jesus you’re a cheap date, Munson,” you told him as he came to suck at the spot just below your ear. “I spend a couple nights over and you’re already trying to get me to join forces with you?”

You continued with your charade, desperately playing off how badly you wanted for him and for that very thing.

“Yup, couldn’t think of a better recruitment method if I tried.” he responded jovaly, his small smile breaking against your skin.

The sheer base of his voice was more than enough to send a shiver of pleasure to your core. And he, of course, knew what he had done to you. Even if he didn’t entirely understand the context of why it turned you inside out.

Capturing your lips with his again, Eddie wasted no time stalling your attempt at recovery, moaning deeply into your mouth as his tongue explored every inch of you. The taste of his toothpaste and the morning's first cigarette clinging to him just as much as you did.

You were almost too encapsulated by the way in which he lapped at your bottom lip to notice when his heavy hands moved from the sheets and slipped seamlessly under your shirt.

“Mmm,” he whispered against your flush face, his fingertips leaving a map of goosebumps wherever they went. “I like this.”

You watched through your own lustful gaze as his eyes gestured down between you and the ripped and largely oversized Iron Maiden shirt he had given you to wear.

“You like seeing me in your clothes?” Your brows furrowed lightly. “Why?”

Unfazed Eddie relinquished you from the hold his mouth had over your brain. Dragging the bridge of his nose down your neck as his eyelashes tickled your throat.

“Because,” he breathed.

You felt his hands slip away, trailing further and further down your sides before finally grabbing fistfuls of your hips.

“Because why?” you asked him, shivering as he pressed his nose along your chest, your question lingering in the air between you as you felt his growing bulge press into your thigh.

As much as you tried to focus you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking up against him. The stiffness of his cock against you collapsing your chest as well as your mind.

“Because..” he trailed off, pecking your collar bone before slowly bringing his lips to your ear.

”You're my girl and I like seeing you in it.”

Abruptly Eddie sat upright, tucking you into his chest as he crawled across the bed, moving the two of you to the far corner.

A shocked gasp racked through your body as you felt hot tears spring to the corners of your eyes.

You hadn’t expected that answer, and you realized it had been a calculated mistake assuming you could handle his overpowering presence, a mistake nonetheless though.

Unable to deny it anymore, you felt your resolve break against the wall that was him, your carefully constructed composure shattering into a million different pieces as he settled you into his lap.

“Hey what’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, propping himself up against the wall.

Suddenly you felt very raw and exposed, dropping your head as you willed the moisture in your eyes to dissipate. When they refused to leave you sighed, placing the palms of your tiny hands on his chest.

“It’s nothing,” you said.

Flexing your fingers you tried distracting yourself, tracing the outline of the pick necklace he always wore.

“It’s absolutely not nothing?” Eddie called you out, fear and worry cloaking his voice. “We can stop if you want to, s’ok, I promise.”

When you didn’t respond he placed his forehead against yours, forcing you to look at him as his hair tickled your face. You felt his eyes stare deeply into you as more tears brimmed at your waterline.

He really would be your undoing.

“No it’s not that, it’s just,” you paused, at war with yourself as you choked back a sob. “Do you really mean that?”

Your voice came out so temedly at first you didn’t think he had heard it. But as he pulled back from you he blinked.

“What? The shirt thing?” His brows knit together. You could visibly see your words bouncing around inside his skull.

You nodded, still refusing to meet his eye. You were outright ashamed that you were actually speaking to him about how you felt. After all, you had only very recently started up your little ‘relationship’ with him. Now you weren’t even allowing it a moment to breathe before completely unraveling the whole thing over a crush you had secretly harbored for him forever.

A short silence passed between the two of you as Eddie blinked again. A look unlike anything you had ever seen crossing his face.

“Wait, do you want me to mean it?” His voice went several octaves higher than normal, his tone absolutely saturated with a mixture of both genuineness and mischief.

“Maybe,” you admitted, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to hide your own emotion.

The click in his mind was almost audible as you slowly felt his hand sliding up to cup your face.

“Aww, baby..” Eddie whined at you, his fingers on your cheek petting you gently. “Look at me please, let me see those pretty eyes for a second.”

Begrudgingly you obeyed him, his intrusive stare searching yours, looking for something so closely guarded by your heart that you almost refused to let him see.

“Does someone really wanna be my girl?” He skated the pad of his thumb over your lips as he spoke, the other coming to snake across your shoulder, resting at the back of your head as his fingers brushed through your hair.

You truly couldn’t help the way your mouth fell open or the way your breath stuck in your throat. You fought back another sob as you felt yourself clench and ache for him.

“You really do wanna be the town freak’s girl, don’tcha, princess?”

Eddie began to smile hungrily at you, turning his head so that he could look down at you from underneath hooded eyes.

You gasped, several tears slipping free and falling down your face. Whatever consequences were to follow be damned. You would have killed and maimed and tortured for the man that sat beneath you. The fire that he created within your soul and the apex of your thighs driving you to near insanity.

“I do!” you cried, your dam breaking as more tears of desire fell from you. “Pleaseee, make me yours, Eds! I wanna be yours so bad!”

An earth shattering smile lit up his face at your near incomprehensible response. From between your legs you felt his cock twitch. A truly primal and greedy sound ripping from his throat as he came to suck and pull at the flesh at the base of your neck.

The press of his teeth biting into your too warm skin created an almost indescribable ecstasy within you. His hands all but turning you into a withering, muling, convulsing mess of need as he shoved them back under your shirt, tugging and pawing at your touch starved breast.

“Poor baby, s’no need to cry,” he coode, outright pillaging and burning every ounce of you with his wet sucking kisses.

“You thought I was joking with you, hmm?” his hands moved from your tits, sliding across your ribs as his long fingers nearly interlaced across your back. “But I wasn’t.. Wanted you all to myself too, my sweet girl..”

Gripping you tightly to himself, Eddie ground his stiff cock up into your heat, a soft growl escaping him as you felt his length rutting into you. Another of his kisses sloppily invading your mouth as he rocked you back and forth on top of him.

After a few bated moments, his grip finally came to loosen, his eyes falling closed as he inhaled deeply through his nose.

Guideding you backwards, he laid you between his spread legs, your hips becoming trapped beneath his arms as your shirt rode up, exposing your black cotton panties to him along with all of your shame.

“Ahh- Would you look at that,” Eddie opened his eyes, drawing out his words as he hurriedly pulled his palms out from under you.

One heavenly hand came to rest on the skin of your belly, pressing flat as the metal of his rings sent sparks all across your skin. His other hand traveled much further down, coming to inspect the large damp spot you had produced between your legs.

You didn’t know why or how you found the brain cells to speak to him, but before you realized it you felt the words tumbling from your lips.

“You really wanna be with me too, Eds?”

You felt yourself nearly scream as he slid his middle finger down your center, pressing it into your folds through the fabric of your underwear.

“Yeah baby, have ever since I first saw you,” he answered without thinking.

“Wha-” Your shock lodged itself in your chest as his scorching touch overwhelmed you, his finger stroking your cunt yet again.

“We’re in Mrs. O'donnell's class together, member?” His tongue darted out briefly from between his tight lips. “Saw you reading one of my favorite books at the start of the year.”

He paused dramatically for a heartbeat. “Y’know you talk without realizing it sometimes, like when you’re reeeally invested in something?”

His voice was the only thing that could have pulled your mind from its sex riddled grave.

Unable to speak, you shook your head no, his lazy and effortless stokes destroying you.

“But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered..” He began reciting what he had apparently heard you say all that time ago.

You listened to him recount the memory intently, mimicking first you then how he imagined the character to sound. You were sure he was almost completely unaware that to you his voice was all consuming, so playful, so full of lust, so maddening.

When he paused, your eyes locked with his, a single one of his fingers slipping under the seam at the side of your panties.

“Usually their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t,” he cocked his head to the side before a downright demonic expression took over him.

Suddenly you couldn’t hear anything at all. Without realizing it he had turned his hand over so that his palm faced the ceiling, his same finger sliding down your slit before plummeting inside of you.

A racket gasped burst from your chest, your wet lashes fluttering against your checks as you bit back more tears. You could feel yourself squeeze around him, your swollen walls still tender and bruised from the night before.

Leaning slightly over your body, Eddie's voice came back to you, a softer, more compassionate tone replacing the one from before.

“Shhh, s’ok sweet girl. I know-I know.” He pressed down lightly on your stomach with the palm that still resided there.

“You started to cry that day in class too.. just like now,” his chest heaved. “Don’t think you even knew you’d started reading out load..”

You felt his finger beginning to move between your legs, curling softly back as he stroked your insides, his thumb making its way to your clit, still shielded by the cloth of your panties, circling it with only the lightest of touches.

“But I knew,” he said, slowly withdrawing his hand just far enough to pair a second digit with the first.

“It’s when I decided I never wanted to see you cry like that again.” His hips brushed up lightly into the air between you, his aching cock begging for attention but he refused to pay it any mind.

“Not unless it was because you were being stretched out by my thick fucking cock,” he whispered, thrusting into your cunt and curling his fingers in just the right way, hitting that special spot deep within you.

You felt your back arch and your eyes roll back into your head. The thralls of your orgasam sudden and devastating as your hips stuttered against his hand.

Eddie didn’t relent however, his merciless hand bring you higher and higher off the bed, his fingers contorting inside of you as he forcefully carried you through your pleasure.

At some point during it all a part of you realized he liked seeing you like this. A helpless little puppet forced to dance on past its limits by the strings of its master.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie moaned, a gutteral impenetrable sound. “That’s my good girl!”

After a time you realized he had begun to still inside you, your mind little by little breaking through the barrier your release had caused. You became aware that his other hand that had been on your belly had moved and was now helping to drop you back down onto his stained sheets.

Sliding from within you gently, Eddie brought his fingers to his face, inspecting them as your juices beaded and connected the two fingers that your body had just claimed.

“Did such a good job for me..” he said and you became a woman absolutely possessed as you sat upright, witnessing with your own two eyes how he pressed his middle and ring finger delicately between his lips, sucking them into his mouth as he stared at you with half open eyes tasting you on his skin.

You were on top of him before you could fully process what you were doing, your hand gripping the throbbing bulge at the front of his boxers. You needed to touch him, to feel him.

Wrapping your hand around his cock through his underwear, your free arm came to rest at the back of his head, your nails digging into his hair.

“Mine,” you said, unsure rather you were phrasing it as a question or a statement.

Eddie let his hand fall from his mouth, limply bring it to rest on the curve of your ass before squeezing it lightly. A breathless toothy smile enraptured his face as you pressed the tip of your thumb over his throbbing head, precum staining his clothing.

“All yours, baby.” His head lolled back into your grasp as your hand traced his length, slipping inside his waistband before giving him a gentle pump.

“Ah-” Eddie’s mouth fell open, his thighs twitching as you brought him out. “Oooh,” he breathed, helping you remove his boxers before you took him again.

Your touch was ironclad, stroking him from stem to stern in long sweeping motions, the soft skin of his veiny cock like velvet beneath your palm.

Occasionally you’d lean over to let spit dribble from your mouth onto his swollen tip, the pill of his moans and gasps rivaling the very voice of God as you did so.

When Eddie’s expression become tortured, his panting breaths desperate as he rutted into your hold helplessly, you finally relinquished him.

Dragging your hands away, you brought them to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

His mouth laid claim to yours as he sat up, taking you with him as he hooked his thumbs into your panties, his calloused hands scaling down your thighs as he slid them off.

When you tried to remove your shirt, he outright refused to allow you to, bodily pulling you into him.

Sitting back up against the wall Eddie tucked his legs underneath him, bringing yours to wrap around his waist at the ankle.

You were absolutely captivated as your tongues explored each other. The sounds of your lust, depraved and sickening. The bruising kisses you placed onto each and every one of his tattoos turning his body into a live wire as you cemented yourself to him.

Leaning you back over the bed, one of his strong arms came to cradle you against his chest, the head of his cock slipping lightly in between the lips of your cunt as he rocked himself into you.

“I need to be inside you, baby,’ he said, his tongue darting out from his mouth as he thrusted.

“My sweet girl gonna let me inside her?” His voice trailed off as he became consumed by where his thoughts had led him.

“Let me stretch her out..”

You threw your head back, his mouth coming to claim your throat as he whimpered against your skin, the sounds he made pleading.

“Fill her up.. show her she’s mine..?”

“Please, Eds!” You cried, your hips grinding down into him beggingly.

Eddie made an exasperated sound as he took himself in hand, lining his head with your sopping entrance, slipping inside just far enough to make you groan.

“Are you sure you're ready for me, baby?” The restraint he had was masterful, but you could feel him trembling against you, his voice cracking.

“Pleeasse!” You almost screamed and Eddie answered, pushing himself forward, inch by agonizing inch sinking deep within you until you were mounted at his hilt.

“Fuckk,” he gasped, his grip around you faltering for just a moment.

When he recovered he coiled his arm up and around your back, his hand coming to cling at the nap of your neck. With his other he braced the two of you over the bed keeping your figures suspended.

“Still can’t believe how fucking tight you are, babe!”

Moisture collected in the corner of your eyes. It hurt badly being that full, and you were already so painfully sore. His girth truly made you believe as though you were being torn in half, but it was only in the best and most delicious of ways. The sting and the pleasure melding together into one.

You felt a single tear escape you, slipping silently down your cheek. Before you could brandish it away Eddie’s lips captured it between the corner of your mouth and chin.

Embarrassment flooded you all at once, you didn’t want him to think he was too much, even if he had already said otherwise. You wanted this. You needed it! You didn’t think you could have gone another second on this earth without it.

“I’m sorry E-“ you began to say. But before you could finish he was cutting you off.

“Shhh, s’ok,” he mumbled.

His hips, which had remained still since he buried himself within you, began to move. The time allowed almost enough for you to accommodate his massive size.

“Told you..” he fought for control of himself, “this is the only time I wanna see you cry over me.” He used the leverage he had on your neck to bring you crashing down onto him.

Suddenly his cock hit your spot, another tear tumbling down your face as he moved his lips to claim that one too.

“Ahhh,” his moan was ethereal, “Fuck, my baby looks so fucking pretty when she cries on my dick.”

Gasping he worked himself into you. His thrusts unyielding even as slowly as they came, before long you were a train wreck of sobbing tears and want. You knew there would never be another for you. No one could ever come close to the ways in which he ripped you apart and put you back together with pieces of himself.

You felt your belly begin to tighten and your walls choke him. You were so close to yet another release that your lips quivered, your swollen bud bumping against his stomach with each and every thrust.

“Is my girl gonna cum for me?” Eddie placed kisses against the skin around the collar of your shirt, sensing your impending doom.

You couldn’t speak, the hot white light searing behind your closed eyes nearly strangling you as your nails bit into his back.

“You gotta cum for me, baby. “Can’t give my pretty girl what she wants until she cums.”

He withdrew from inside you almost completely, hammering his cock back into your cunt once.. twice.. three times..

That was it. That was all it took.

You felt yourself fall headfirst into yet another orgasam. Your chest heaving as your hips seized.

“Eddddiee!” you called his name, your voice almost unrecognizable even to your own ears as he pressed you into his chest.

Sitting up, the hand that had been bracing both of you against the bed snaked under his other, attaching itself to you at your waist.

“That’s it, that’s it! I got you, sweetheart!” Eddie hissed, his pace quickening only slightly as you clung to him, your gummy walls convulsing around him.

“Gonna show you how much I really want you-” he panted, the greed in his tone almost violent “-how you belong to me!”

His ruts punctuated each word he spoke, his motion becoming uncontrolled as the sound of your bodies slapping into each other filled the quiet trailer.

“Gonna fill you up,” he spat at you through gritted teeth “let you know you're my fucking girl- you’re my fuckin-”

An outright suffocated gasp cut him off, his cock twitching as you felt thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He didn’t stop immediately, he couldn’t, fucking into you steadily before eventually slowing and stilling altogether.

Your brain was fuzzy and your body exhausted, but your heart still fluttered in your chest as he nestled his face between your breasts, breathing you in deeply as he came down, his soft content sigh filling the musty air around you.

After a moment the arms that still held you in his lap tightened, embracing you in a bone crushing hug as you wrapped your arms around his head, your fingers tangling into his messy hair.

Tipping you onto the bed, Eddie laid you both on your side. He was still inside you, and he didn’t appear to want to change that anytime soon. Every once in awhile purposefully twitching his cock, messaging his cum into your walls and making you jump.

There was a blissful quiet that passed between the pair of you, his face eventually snuggling into your neck before pulling away so that he could kiss your chin.

“Wasn't exactly how I wanted to do that, but I’ll take it,” he said, his eyes were hardly open, but his smile was sappy.

You knew he was being absolutely petulant, but you admitted, if only to yourself, that your were over the moon.

“I thought you were just being arrogant.” you told him, a touch anxious.

Eddie laughed softly to himself. “Naw, that’s not my style babe, despite what people may think.”

He wagged his eyebrows at you boyishly and your heart almost stopped. You were completely and utterly enamored with this guy and the whole time he had been blatantly confessing his own desire for you.

“Did you ever think that getting a detention would land us here?” you asked him, petting through his thick sweaty hair.

“Never would have guessed.” he mumbled, finally allowing himself to slide free from you, giving one last thrust back into your cunt before wrapping you up in another tight hug.

You winced at his exit. A seeping feeling between your legs leaving you dazed and more than a little breathless.

“Might have always wanted something like it to happen though,” he said, “but you didn’t hear that from me.”

You laughed as you hugged him back, suddenly being drawn out as he looked at you curiously.

“Wait, hold on a minute?” he looked at you pointedly, “How long have you had it bad for Eddie ‘the freak Munson?”

You felt your cheeks heat immediately, turning away from him to hide your awkwardness. He didn’t allow you to get far, his face nuzzling into your reddened skin as he peppered kisses across your face.

“No you’re gonna answer my question, can’t just leave me hanging here.” Eddie broke away from you, rubbing his nose along the side of your cheek, bringing his index finger up to tap yours lightly on the tip before resting his thumb on the side of your jaw.

“Mines definitely not as-” you struggled, looking down at his bare chest, becoming distracted as you traced the bruie you had left on his spider tattoo, “-hot as yours?“

“S’ok, I just wanna know,” he said.

His big beautiful brown eyes watched you patiently. It was clear he was genuinely invested in what you had to say and it left you feeling overwhelmed.

Rolling onto your back and away from him, you placed your arms above your head, folding them under you as you looked up at the dirty roof.

“It was my sophomore year and I had just moved here.” You thought back on that day and how vividly the memory had stuck with you.

“I got lost looking for one of my classes and I somehow ended up in the drama room.”

You looked over at him, biting the inside of your lip as you saw him fight as hard as any one man could to remember something that had taken place nearly 3 year prior.

When it became clear that he had no idea what you were talking about, you laughed.

“Don’t hurt yourself, I didn’t actually talk to you that day. Or really ever, not until we met in detention that is.”

A curious expression clouded Eddie’s face as he propped himself up on one elbow.

“Why not?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Well.. if I’m being honest I didn’t even noticed you at first. I was too busy realizing someone was setting up for a DnD game to comprehend that you were there,” you giggled.

“I had played back home and it was..” You didn’t know why you suddenly became nervous but it stifled you as you tried to continue.

“I-It was the first time since I left that I felt like everything was gonna maybe be okay. Like there was some sliver of hope that I would fit in here.”

You felt your face fall slightly unable to look at him even as you sensed his unwavering attention.

“That’s when all your friends came in, I don’t think anyone even noticed me. B-But that’s when I finally saw you..”

Your eyes went wide, speaking as if you’d seen the sun for the very first time and were trying to describe it to another by memory.

“I-I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak. I had absolutely no fucking idea what to do, you were just so..”

You chuckled breathlessly, at a loss for words. You knew how embarrassing it all sounded and if he had looked at you oddly you most likely would have never recovered.

“I left as fast as I could after that. I found out more about the Hellfire Club later, but by then I had already built you up too much in my head and scared myself out of trying to join.. I spent the next couple of years with my eyes either glued to you or avoiding you like the plague.”

From beside you Eddie remained quiet for some time, a snicker building within him until it was erupting from his belly causing him to shake and rattle the bed.

“What?” You asked, your own laughter a mixture of confusion and contagiousness.

“Your just so fucking cute!” Eddie sighed, his face wrinkling as his laughter faded.

Your heart skyrocketed into your throat as he leaned over to kiss you. The first time chaste, the second deep and searing.

“No really?” you said, finally able to catch your breath as he pulled you back into him, laying your head against his chest.

“You're just so innocent, and I’ve been jerking off to you since first semester!”

You felt your mouth begin to salivate and a knot forming in your belly. It was getting ridiculous how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess.

“What?” He said, noticing your compromised state. “Did you think I was just being arrogant about Mrs. Odonalls class too?”

The look he gave you was filthy and the gust of air you let out through your nose was entirely due to your inability to scream.

“I didn’t even know I had a whole crying thing till I met you.” he said, brushing his lips over your forehead as he thought.

“God, but I could not get you out of my fucking head. It got so bad at some point I started having to jerk off before class just so I didn’t have a hard on the whole damn time.”

Eddie pulled back, suddenly realizing he might have said too much. His dark eyes searching yours, trying to gauge your reaction.

You really had no idea what to say, and maybe it spoke more to your character than to his, but deep down you didn’t think you’d ever heard something as mind numbingly titillating as the image of him stroking him self to the thought of you and you alone.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to freak you out,” he said sheepishly. “You were just so fucking hot and-” he tried to explain himself as you abruptly smacked him on the chest.

“Be serious,” you said, only slightly amused.

“I am!” he finally grinned, relaxing a bit at your apparent acceptance of his less than noble intentions.

“You do know you're actually beautiful, right?” he looked at you suspiciously, having been struck by the thought.

You rolled your eyes at him again changing the subject, “So you wanted to fuck me all year, big deal? Why do you wanna be with me now all of a sudden?”

He narrowed his eyes at you for a moment, but eventually continued.

“I don’t know, after awhile I couldn’t stop thinking about you in other ways either,” he sighed lightly.

“Never thought I’d get the chance to do anything about it though, didn’t think you’d ever care as much about me as you do The Lord of the Rings.”

Eddie finished, laughing bodily as his head fell back at his joke.

“Careful Munson,” you challenged him, “I might already be half way there!”

You started to laugh with him, but you felt it die in your throat as he looked down at you, his eyes growing slightly sad.

“So you really wanna do this then.. Be together?”

If ever anyone had told you that Edward Munson could sound feeble you wouldn’t have believed them. But in that moment, you truly thought the man had never known love or acceptance by anyone. His decision to lay it all out on the line, entirely dependent on you.

“I’d like that Ed..” you said, your voice shaking as you fought your excitement. “I’d really like that.”

“Good,” he let out a breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding. “I guess you can keep the shirt then.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him, his own toothy grin answering yours. You blinked and suddenly you were on your back again, his hands pinning your arms above your head as he knelt sprawled between your legs.

At the shocked look on your face he became more gentle, releasing your hands and skating them down over your body, his thumbs coming to hook under your shirt before lifting it up to expose your breasts.

His first came to knead gently at them as he spoke.

“So fucking perfect,” he told you. “Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Bringing his face closer he took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as if it offered him his very salvation.

He ended up spending a dedicated amount of time on either one, but it wasn't until he began to trail lower that your head snapped up, your moans ragged as you tried to speak.

“Eddie- ahh d-don’t, you just-”

The look he gave you as he kissed your belly button stopped you dead in your tracks, desire causing your jaw to go slack. You watched as he kissed his way further and further down your body, his hot breath skating over your mound.

He didn’t look away from you as he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue as he lowered his head. You bit your lip to conceal your scream as he sank into his place between your thighs, gripping them tightly as he forced you open for him.

The wet press of his tongue spreading your lips was electrifying, his face melting into your heat as his nails dug into your soft flesh. He took his time working your clit, sucking and lapping at it until your hands were cradling his head and your hips were thrusting into his face. That’s when he began to go even lower, working his was to your fucked out hole, tasting the mixture of the two of you from its source.

He let out a long heaving moan as he drank from you, the sound vibrating into every facet of your being. He didn’t stop there however, his hands letting go of your thighs and sliding underneath the swell of your ass, pushing your hips up as he followed the trail to your tight virgin button.

“Eddie st-” You gasp feeling his tongue swipe over it, coming back to dip into your cum filled cunt.

His hands returned to their original post, rubbing circles into the meat of your thighs, calming you as well as assuring you he wasn’t gonna do anything you weren’t sure of yet. You found yourself almost begging for it shortly after though, offering every part of yourself to him, both body and soul as his tongue took turns fucking into both of your holes.

The trill of orgasams that followed became a staple in your mind. You doubted the desire for one another would ever truly be sated even as the time for you to go came and went and you were forced to get up and get dressed.

Eddie hadn’t been joking about the shirt either, outright insisting that you keep it, going as far as to tell you how happy it would make him to watch his sweet girl wear it to class the next day. You agreed, all too ready to please him.

When you motioned to leave he grabbed his keys and boastfully announced that you weren’t going to get away that easy, mistakenly believing that you’d be walking anywhere ever again. It made you laugh, the two short miles to your house from his not nearly enough time for you to say your goodbyes.

“Don’t go just yet, please..” Eddie whimpered, his hand on your wrist pulling you away from the door handle. His big black van parked out by the curb in front of your run down house.

You could see your Father’s truck in the driveway and the anxiety you felt made it an easy decision for you to let him slip you back into his lap. One large hand taking your chin as the other grabbed a fistful of your ass.

You stayed like that, kissing for what felt like hours, the sun sinking low in the sky as dusk became nightfall.

It wasn’t until the threat of more that you finally squeezed yourself against him, drawing back as you pecked his kiss swollen lips.

“You gonna sleep alright without me tonight?” He asked.

“I’ve never doubted anything more in my life,” you giggled, crawling back into the passenger seat and opening the door.

“Well at least try for me, babe.” Eddie smirked, turning the key and starting the engine.

You felt his eyes watch you every step of the way as you got out, turning to look back at him from your front porch. He blew a kiss at you as you waved him goodbye, your heart skipping several beats as you opened your front door and closed it, locking it quietly behind you.

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Neediness (smut) - Sukuna

Synopsis: How long can a man go without gratification? The price to have sex again had been a thousand years. Sukuna had forgotten what a woman's touch had felt like till now.

Pairing: Sukuna X Female Reader

Warning: This is a Sukuna smut. mature audience advised and sex scenes ahead. you have been warned.

‘I want you.’ his voice lowered, seeped with sins a human mind could not even fathom, desperate and needy riddled through his voice,

His white kimono thrown upon the dresser on the far side, his naked body on display. A knee bent between my legs pushed against the crotch of my pants, the other bent on the outside of my leg, his foot pushed against my bare leg where my thin ass shorts didn’t cover.

His happy trail lurked above the science textbook stuffed between my hands so I didn’t have to make eye contact with his second head. Yet to my dismay it was ripped from my hands, as one hand returned to him the other slightly further back holding the cheek of his ass. My eyes were unable to make contact with his own as I stared upon his long member.

It was long with an upwards curve, twitching in desperation and alongside it the same two circles that wrapped around its circumference. The tip slightly darker oozing small amounts of pre-cum, that began to drip upon the linen bed sheets as well as the bed spread.

His hand lifted off his hip, pulling me to stare at his while he bent down near my face. The hand fondled my hair, pushing back over my ears and shoulders in swift movements. A devilish grin upon his lips one that thrilled but worried me all at once,

‘Suck me off.’ he demanded,

He inched back as I adjusted onto my knees. I looked at him, red in the face trying not to make eye contact with his twitching member begging for me to touch it. His eyes darted between my own and his dick pressing against my inner thigh.

‘Sukuna- I-’ my words muttered, flustered to say the least of it ‘I’ve never..’

He smiled and brought his mouth to my neck licking me slowly to my cheek leaving a wet saliva trail up to my cheek as his lips played near my ear. He let himself rub softly against the outside of my thigh trying to grant himself a short lived gratification.

‘I’ll Guide you.’

I watched him give a reassuring nod, as I shuffled back to me feet pushed against the boardrest let my back arch as my head came eye to eye with his thick member. I let out an audible gulp in nerves, my eyes fluttered backup to him seeing him too gulp awaiting gratification.

I shut my eyes as my lips made contact. I softly kissed his tip eyes shut as he whimpered. His hand holding my hair away from getting stuck. My hand shaky placed upon the end of his shaft knowing I wouldn't be able to take all of it.

His head came close to mine as I brought my head up to stare upon him. His pre-cum dripping down the side of my lips. It was salty and warm and it wasn’t chunky like I thought it would be. His hand removed from my hair wiping the cum from my lip he licked it himself with a small smirk.

‘Suck it softly like a lollipop, I don’t want you to gag otherwise i’ll kill you.’ he grumbled,

I nodded softly, my tongue danced upon his dick, giving his tip extra attention. My hand softly jerking the bottom of his shaft he whined and gasped beside me. His twitching increased and moaning subsequently did too. The moment he came, he pulled my head off his dick his cum squirting upon my face. He fell upon his back; catching his breath as I rubbed his cum out of my eyes.

His soft gasps and giggles escaped his lips as his hand kept over his eyes. I looked awkwardly down upon my clothing, taking it off I crawled towards his body. Naked and utterly flustered; my face still dripping with his cum. His hand removed from his eyes, staring upon my face before my body. His hands inched towards my body pulling my leg over to keep his body between mine. I let out a soft moan, feeling his dick softly move the lips of my pussy rubbing against my clit.

‘S-Sukuna.’ i managed out, his hands shuffled towards my hips pulling it softly down

I looked at him worried and he nodded, my hand inched and found itself wrapped around his cock spreading myself slightly till I began to push him in. I threw my head back to scream yet nothing came out, he was all the way in and it was agonizing pain but it was thrilling. His hips grinded against my own, for most of it I was unable to move softly dragging them until the pleasure became too much. I let my body flop upon his body squeezing him tightly within myself.

‘Don’t give up yet woman, I haven’t even heard you screaming my name when you cum. And who says I would stop then and there?’

He lifted my ass up from his body, bringing him up as well. I stared upon him tired till he began to go harder and faster into me. His body slapping against my own, I tore at his chest staring at the boy as he felt the small bubble begin to form. I looked at him as I moaned. I stared at him, as my eyes rolled into the back of my mind.

‘Sukuna I’m going to sh-ittt!’ I cried, I tightened around his dick, before I simulations came on him. I screamed his name and bit his neck, he whimpered as his body fell back upon the bed; my body still gave weight to him.

The dry sounds of clapping gave way to the soft wet noises as they began to die out. I pulled him out of me, as I caught my breath. I grabbed the blankets and placed them over us as his arms wrapped around me tightly. Chin upon the crown of my head, his hard on poking through the sheets making a small pool of wet cum.

‘Round two?’ He smirked,

I looked at him knowing I wouldn’t be able to descend from the bed for a week or longer. He yanked the sheets off and I knew he would break me in two as I met his devilish gaze.

‘Oh fuck me.’ I muttered as I tried to catch my breath,

His grin returned, ‘Surely~’

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Why Deny?

Part 8

Previous part here

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“What?” Y/N called through the bathroom door as she was putting on her earrings.

She had just finished her hair and was stalling for time, unsure whether or not Leonard was dressed yet. She’d had to go back out into the bedroom once before, wearing only the bathrobe and her hair still wet, and she’d avoided Leonard’s eyes as she’d grabbed everything else she needed to get ready, including her clothes, and speed-walked back into the bathroom. She wasn’t going to come out again until she was certain he was already ready himself.

“Are you almost done?” she heard Leonard call from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready for the last twenty minutes,” he replied, sounding slightly irritated.

“Oh,” she said.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at herself one last time in the mirror before she reached for the door handle and opened it, turning off the light and stepping out into the bedroom.

Leonard was looking down at a piece of paper on the desk as she stepped out, and she was relieved he didn’t see her initial reaction to him. Dressed in a black tux, he looked completely devastating and sexy, and her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed as she admired him. She audibly inhaled as she tried to stop her heart from pounding.

Once Y/N took another step into the room, Leonard noticed her presence and looked up, his own eyes widening slightly and his eyebrows rising as he took in her appearance.

In a red sleeveless evening dress, she looked insanely beautiful. The deep cut of the neckline and the slit to her mid-thigh was unbelievably tempting, and she was the definition of sexy yet elegant. Leonard made no effort to hide it as he slowly raked his gaze up her body before their eyes met.

“Wow, doll, you look...” he trailed off, “...wow.”

Y/N blushed and smiled at him.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she said.

“Oh yeah?” He gave her a devilish smile and took several steps until he was in front of her. “So has that been the key all along? I needed to throw on the formal wear to get you to admit that you’re crazy about me?”

Y/N smiled and rolled her eyes at him, slightly shaking her head as he stopped in front of her. They looked at each other for just a moment before Y/N reached up and gently adjusted his bowtie. It was an intimate déjà vu of earlier that week in his office.

“I like this little habit of yours,” Leonard said as he watched her, her eyes focused on his neck.

Still looking at his collar, she smiled softly before dropping her hands and then making eye contact.

“We should go,” she said.

Part of Leonard didn’t want to let her leave the room looking the way she did. He didn’t like the thought of any other man enjoying the view he currently had, least of all Foster. But he wouldn’t be letting anyone get too comfortable with her.

Y/N shifted to grab her clutch off the dresser and Leonard handed her the small items they’d need while at the event. She tucked them in her bag and grabbed her coat, Leonard helping her slip into it before they headed out the door and then to the elevators. Once they stepped out into the lobby, their hands met without a word, and Y/N laced her fingers through his as they walked past the front desk, the concierge wishing them a good evening as they went by. It wasn’t until they’d walked the three blocks to the event and made it into the brightly lit entrance did they separate as she took off her coat and checked it with the attendant.

Entering the giant ballroom, they paused for a moment to take in the surroundings. The room was arranged with dozens upon dozens of large round tables set for an impressive dinner, surrounding a large dance floor with two large bar stations set up on either side, and two more near the back of the room. People were dispersed everywhere, weaving between tables, sat at their seats, or mingling near the bars. The entire atmosphere was formal but welcoming, and several people they knew greeted Y/N and Leonard as they took it all in, before Leonard led them to the table where they’d be seated. It was somewhat near the front of the room and offered a clear view of everything. As they sat down, they shook hands and greeted the other people at their table, which included a few agents each of them knew, some of whom were there with spouses, and some of whom were with close-working colleagues, just as she and Leonard were. There were several others who they’d not met before, but who explained that they worked at the Embassy in Ottawa. After getting settled and chatting for a few minutes, they both heard Y/N’s phone chime and looked down in her bag to see Foster’s name appear on the screen.

“Let’s get a drink,” Leonard said before he stood up from his chair and waited for Y/N to do the same. She grabbed her clutch and stood up, Leonard placing his hand in the small of her back and casually looking around the room as they made their way over to one of the front bar stations. Once they got there, they stood slightly off to the side away from others as Y/N retrieved her phone from her bag and read the message quietly.

“He said he got a little tipsy at the bar across the street earlier and fell asleep when he got back to his room. He should be here in about an hour and a half or so.” She passed her phone to Leonard to let him read the message for himself.

“What a catch,” Leonard said sarcastically as he handed her back the phone, and Y/N exhaled a small laugh.

“Once he gets here, come to one of these front bars if you get a drink so that I can see you,” Leonard then told her. “And remember, you’re not going anywhere with him. I don’t care how well you think you’re gonna get yourself out of a situation, you’re staying here. Understand?”

“We already agreed on that,” she said to him in confirmation, looking slightly frustrated that he’d reminded her again.

Leonard looked at her.

“Hey,” he waited until she met his eyes. “That’s not how I mean it. It’s not you I don’t trust, Y/N. It’s him. We don’t know enough yet, alright?”

Y/N nodded her head slightly as her expression softened.

“I know,” she said. She then stepped forward and nudged him slightly as she leaned against the bar. “Now get me a drink,” she smiled.

After chatting briefly with a few people at the bar, they made their way back to their table and began conversing with the others as dinner was served. No one at the table asked Y/N or Leonard about their status with each other, but that was because it seemed obvious, their body language offering an explanation for them.

She wasn’t sure exactly when it happened, but at some point, Y/N had resigned, for the most part, from keeping herself in check, the line she always kept herself from crossing suddenly blurring. In truth, that line had started blurring weeks ago, and being with Leonard tonight just felt so natural that she mostly stopped caring. They remained close to each other, periodically leaning in to share a private comment or observation about something, and pretty soon, their chairs had migrated as close together as possible.

As the time passed, the intimacy subtly grew as Leonard rested his arm along the back of Y/N’s chair and stroked her shoulder as they continued to talk with the others across the table, his fingers discreetly tracing along the tender spot of where her injury had been. At some point, Y/N had touched Leonard’s leg as she’d teased him about something, and her hand had then remained resting lightly on his thigh ever since. While Leonard noticed the way Y/N seemed to have forgone her reservations, he brought no attention to it. No way was he going to rock the boat when he finally had her how he’d always wanted to get her – relaxed and uninhibited.

Each of them, however, had remained focused on the task at hand as well, and as Y/N looked down at her phone to check the time again, she brought to Leonard’s attention the fact that Foster would likely be arriving soon. Looking around, it was now difficult to see the doors to the room from where they sat, as a large group of people had gathered around the table next to them in conversation and had blocked their view. Pushing out his chair and standing up, Leonard looked down at Y/N as he spoke.

“Come on,” he said to her. “Time to mingle.”

Y/N stood up and followed closely behind Leonard, but she soon realized that rather than heading towards the bar or to approach anyone he might know, he was walking towards the dance floor. As they reached the edge, Leonard turned slightly and coaxed her forward before he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Y/N immediately responded as she placed her right hand in his while her left arm rose to rest along the back of his shoulders, and as they began to move, she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I thought we were mingling,” she said to him.

“We are; I’m mingling with you.”

She exhaled a short laugh.

“Very smooth,” she said.

“We can see better from here,” he replied.

“Well, get ready to make yourself scarce. You’re gonna have to keep your distance once he gets here or he’s not gonna stick around very long.”

“You let me worry about that,” Leonard answered her.

Y/N gave him a look, and he raised an eyebrow at her.

“What?” he asked.

“Can’t you ever just agree with me, or do you always have to have the final word?”

“I think you already know the answer to that, doll,” he replied.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“The arrogance on you, I swear,” she said as she gently shoved him. “You’re lucky you’re so charming, you know that?”

“You think so, huh?” he said. “Well, in that case, how firm are we on the whole me sleeping on the couch thing? I’m sure we can keep those night terrors of yours at bay if I just hold you tight enough.”

He gave her a devilish smile as he tightened his arm around her waist, and Y/N’s stomach filled with butterflies as she smiled back at him.

“You are unbelievable,” she shook her head.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Leonard smirked.

Y/N shook her head again as she smiled.

“I think that you should—”

“Shh!”

Leonard abruptly cut her off and he suddenly stopped moving, his expression changing to a frown as his focus shifted to the ballroom doors behind her.

“He’s here,” he said lowly.

Y/N tried to turn to look, but Leonard kept his hold on her, so she instead kept her eyes on him as she spoke quietly.

“What’s he doing?” she asked him.

“Looks like he ran into someone he knows; they’re talking near the doors. I recognize the other guy from Langley. Just another shit agent.”

“Well, he’s not gonna have any kind of sensitive conversation near the entrance, around all those people,” Y/N replied. “He’s a lot of things, but he’s not stupid.”

“Debatable,” was Leonard’s reply, and he then dropped his arm from Y/N’s waist and grabbed her hand instead.

“Let’s get your bag,” he said.

Y/N followed behind Leonard as he walked her back towards their table. When they reached it, she retrieved her clutch from the seat of her chair, and they then casually made their way towards a secluded area of the room back near the restrooms. Leonard waited as Y/N slipped into the ladies’ room. Once inside a stall, she retrieved the small audio transmitter from her bag and switched it on. She then quickly placed it, pulling the fabric of her dress away from her chest slightly and nestling it securely between her skin and her bra strap. Once she rearranged herself, she left the stall and exited the bathroom to rejoin Leonard, pulling out a tiny earpiece from her clutch and discreetly handing it to him. He slipped it into his jacket pocket before they then headed back to their table.

The crowd that had previously been blocking their view had dissipated at that point, and they were now able to more freely look around the room from their seats. They located Foster again, now standing at one of the front bars, and they watched as he stepped aside to a less crowded area after being approached by someone neither of them recognized. The two men seemed to be discussing something serious, the boisterous demeanor Foster had previously been displaying now gone. Now the only ones at the table, Y/N and Leonard spoke freely yet quietly to each other as they sat down once more, Y/N turning towards Leonard and leaning her elbows on the table. She clasped her hands together and held them close to her face as she spoke.

“His attitude sure changed fast,” she said lowly. “And he’s fidgeting. You see that?”

“Yeah,” was Leonard’s short reply, his focus still zeroed in on Foster.

“That guy is clearly giving Foster orders, not the other way around,” she continued.

“Yeah, but he’s obviously just an errand boy himself,” Leonard responded. “He’s acting way too paranoid to be anything else.”

He and Y/N both continued to watch the interaction, the man conversing with Foster repeatedly looking around the room nervously as they spoke. Anyone higher up or more deeply involved in anything sinister would have the common sense to be a bit more discreet.

As the two men seemed to be wrapping up their conversation, Y/N and Leonard both saw Foster reach out and quickly take a small piece of paper from the other man and slip it in his suit jacket pocket before they parted ways, the man heading for the exit as Foster approached the bar once again. Y/N and Leonard turned toward each other and their eyes met.

“I’m on it,” Y/N said. She then began to rise from her seat, but Leonard reached out and grasped her wrist, pulling her back down to her chair and shaking his head.

“Send him a message; have him come here to the table,” he said. “Then you can head to the bar with him.”

“What’s the point of that?” Y/N asked.

“So that he knows I’m here with you.”

“I think it’s best if you two keep a friendly distance.”

Leonard looked at her firmly.

“He needs to know he won’t be pulling jack shit with you tonight.”

“I wouldn’t let him, thank you very much,” Y/N said, slightly annoyed that he once again was inserting himself wherever he could.

“Seeing me will get the point across faster,” Leonard replied matter-of-factly.

“Miller, I swear to God...” Y/N started. She was equal parts annoyed by his arrogance and affected by his protectiveness of her. They were cut off when her phone dinged and they saw it was a message from Foster, asking where she was. She looked at Leonard again.

“To the table,” he said to her with finality.

Y/N released a deep exhale of frustration before picking up the phone and responding to Foster with their table number. They both watched as he stood at the bar and looked down at his phone, raising his head and scanning the room once he received her message. As he left the bar and made his way across the room, Y/N scooted her chair away from Leonard’s and looked toward Foster with a smile, whose own smile faded as he zeroed in on their exact location and quickly noticed Leonard at the table with Y/N. Leonard remained leaned back in his chair with his arm casually resting on the table as they made eye contact, exuding an icy and territorial vibe as he and Foster stared each other down. Y/N could feel the sudden shift in the atmosphere and the cold intimidation emanating from each of the men.

Like boys on the playground, she thought to herself.

She then shifted in her seat, meeting Foster’s eyes as he finally looked from Leonard to her. She gave him a sweet smile, ready to lay it on thick.

“Hi, Simon!”

Here we go.

Part 9

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CHAPTER TWO

unwanted houseguest .ᐟ

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“fate is a dangerous thing,” the male in front of seonghwa hummed, slipping off the gloves that hugged his hands with ease, “but history, more often than not,” he lifted his body off the seat, “repeats itself.”

seonghwa scoffed, “i lost her three times to san, i’m not letting that happen again,” sharply replying before he lifted himself from his chair as well

their eyes locked, seonghwa shaking his head before he broke the eye contact, “hongjoong, you’re in control of fate and the doomed reality of it,” his jaw clenched, “so stop talking as if you don’t make the conscious decison to keep bringing y/n back just for them to be ripped away again,” he stepped closer to the male

“because this time i’m not playing nice.”

hongjoong looked up at seonghwa, a devilish grin on his lips, “i think you forgot about the others, hwa,” his voice taunting before he flicked his hand upward, the velvet sheet that covered the picture behind them falling off with the gush of wind hongjoong granted, “san isn’t the only one you want to focus your need for justice on.”

grabbing hongjoong by the collar of his shirt, seonghwa’s shaky breath ghosted over the male’s lips before he harshly shoved him to the wall with a thud, “like i said, hongjoong, i’m not playing nice this time.”

two days.

it had been two days since you sealed the confirmation of your soon to be wedding with your soon to be husband — those words coming out of your mouth and even sitting in your head alone, made you want to curl up and melt within the blankets that felt just more suffocating and tight no matter how much you tried to make them comfortable again

your suitcase laid closed and ready for the night that will follow later on today, seonghwa saying you had to stay with him and there will be no objections to the offer—if it even was one in the first place, you didn’t have a choice nor say so in the matter—

“you never told me about him,” your mother had said when you mentioned seonghwa and the marriage, along with the fact you would be moving out so suddenly, though, apparently you had been living under some rock

seonghwa may have been the god of death, but here, he was just as feared and successful without the known title you were aware of — i guess when you lived so long through many decades and lifetimes, you learn a thing or two.

of course, your mother had doubts on why park seonghwa would even glance your way and if you were being truthful — that was until he showed up in his suit and took you by the hand, kissing the top before smiling, “my spouse,”

your heart curled and squeezed in its place, the way he said those words made it seem as if this wasn’t the first time he called you something of the sorts, it felt all too familiar.

and now you laid here — staring at your ceiling in the dark with shallow breaths and a loud heartbeat, wondering why you didn’t second guess your decison and why it felt as if this was the only option you had. something that was made for you.

groaning, you turned to your side and saw something standing in the corner of your bedroom, between your dresser and suitcase that was on your desk, squeezing your eyes shut you hoped that when you opened them, it would be gone

and thankfully, it was.

until all ease faded and you felt a hand on your shoulder from behind you, causing you to react first and let out a scream, hand jerking to hit whatever it was behind you

“fuck!” a voice called out behind you in pain, you turning to see a male with black and white half colored hair, holding his nose

in fast reaction, you lifted yourself off the bed to grab whatever was close to you — the lamp seemed like the best option at the time before you cursed mentally at the stupid choice

“not gonna hurt you, y/n,” he muttered, standing on his feet

and before you could even ask why the hell he knew your name, you froze at the sudden speed he was able to take the lamp and throw it aside and have you up against a wall

gulping, you knew instantly he wasn’t human — and just like san who you learned was someone not to be trusted, the man in front of you held the same feeling of superiority

“who are you?” voice cracking as you asked, the tip of his shoe digging into your foot

humming, he seemed amused by your question, “kim hongjoong, one of seonghwa’s friends,” he smiled before a crash was heard in the living room

the only person you instantly thought about was your mother who was sleeping in the other room after a long shift, kneeing hongjoong in the stomach was enough for him to let you go in surprise and have you slip away to run to the other room, and that’s where seonghwa was staring back at you

“seonghwa?” you asked

but with the way his face was, you knew instantly not to test his patience nor be noncompliant

“hwa! we were just messing around, don’t—“

“shut up, hongjoong,” seonghwa spat, his hand reaching your wrist to tug you close to his body, a breath escaping your lips as soon as you collided with his hard chest

pouting, hongjoong put his hand over his chest to mock offense, “i did nothing wrong,” he whined

you wanted to protest, fingernails sinking into seonghwa’s wrist who didn’t show any reaction to the sudden sharpness, instead, it only made him groan in a way you never would imagine hearing just yet, and his eyes lowering to you before they went back to hongjoong, jaw clenched, “hongjoong, i told you i wasn’t going to be nice this time, i think you lack the braincells of understanding.”

“when you’re in charge of everyone’s doom and fate, i think it’ll do that to you,” hongjoong humored before he laughed, “you can say the same, seonghwa, we’re partners in crime afterall,” he looked at the male beside you, seonghwa’s grip only tightening

“i choose their fate, you make it happen, let’s not forget our favorite trio who partake—“

“enough,” seonghwa yelled, the frames hanging on the wall falling onto the ground and shattering

and the one voice you dreaded hearing, not wanting her to get involved, was heard — your mother calling your name from the other room

hongjoong and seonghwa looked at each other — you could see the two contrastingly different approahces and gazes between them

“y/n, get your suitcase and meet me in the car, i’ll handle the rest,” seonghwa whispered in your ear

“they’re back?” wooyoung questioned, legs that were propped up by the desk moving to the side so he could focus his attention better on san who had just walked in with an announcement

“round four, or is it five?” san humored, eyes looking at his glass of red wine and swirling the liquid around before taking a sip, “you think seonghwa is gonna go easy this time?”

wooyoung shook his head, “definitely not—with the last time and how that happened, pretty sure if that was you, you wouldn’t either.”

san scoffed, “i’m the fucking god of dread and terror, how else am i going to pass time?”

wooyoung dramatically sighed, “sometimes i wonder why we’re together,”

before san could open his mouth to dissent for the hundredth time they weren’t together — two new voices were down the hall, the entrance showing mingi and jongho

“ah! there you guys are!” wooyoung whined, getting up to bring the two in further with a smile

mingi groaned, shoving the bubbly male away in annoyance, “cut to the chase, woo, why are we here? where are the others?”

jongho nodded, letting wooyoung grab him and hug him despite the scowl on his face showing he did not appreciate the gestures he was being given, “where’s hongjoong?”

setting his glass down, san cleared his throat, “everyone else is doing their jobs, you two are the only ones i knew would come.”

mingi’s attention focused on san, scoffing, “there hasn’t been a war in a while, i could be given a thank you maybe?” he rolled his eyes but laughed to show his humor

jongho shot his hands up in defense, “time will only tell.”

“for the last time stop making time jokes, we get it, you’re the god of time,” mingi swatted the back of jongho’s head who smacked him in the chest in response

wooyoung curled up on the couch, patting the two open spots next to him for the others who took them, san sitting across from them

“they’re back,” was the first thing san said after the hiatus of silence

jongho’s head was the first to shoot up in response, “does seonghwa know?”

“does he know? they’re married now,” san scoffed, mimicking jongho’s question in a mocking tone

wooyoung groaned, “i hate that he didn’t do it properly!”

“i mean, would you? seonghwa had been waiting another fucking century, i doubt he was thinking of your stupid traditions,” mingi retorted

wooyoung replied back with a dramatic sigh and fake passing out before he opened his eyes and kicked mingi, “jokes on you, everyone seems to go along with them!”

“not us,” the other three replied in unison

“whatever..” wooyoung mumbled

“..anyways, seonghwa knows they’re back and is making sure he gets everything right this time, huh?” mingi went back to the previous and more important topic

san nodded, “he has the list too, we all know what happens when its all checked off.”

the three nodded.

“do you think they’re ready for that?” jongho asked, more so in genuine worry for you than him mocking and making fun of you, “if they already agreed to marrying seonghwa, then—“

“that’s the thing, they did,” san looked at him jongho who inhaled a deep breath, shaking his head

“and we of all people know, seonghwa likes to leave out the most important thing until the last minute.”

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bitterlycursedstars · 22 days

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VxFem!reader smut

Word count: 962

18+

Summary: An exciting, slightly rough bedroom session with V involving a vibrator and a bit of aftercare

Yes, Sir pt 1&2

"Oh, God, V... Harder..." I begged him between moans.

"Now sparrow, you know I give the orders. I'll go harder if you're good. Will you be a good girl for me?" He asked, all but stopping his movement. He knew exactly how to torture me and make me obey him.

"Yes, sir. I'll be good... I promise." I looked into his eyes and began to tear up from the pain of not being able to orgasm.

"Good." He pulled out slowly, only leaving his tip in me, and then slammed into me as hard as he could, and slipped his hand down to my waist.

"Hmm. What's this, sparrow? I believe I found something important." He chuckled and looked at me with that devilish smirk. His fingers found my clitoris and began to move quickly in circles.

"Aah! V!" I yelled and moaned at the same time from pleasure and pain. I ran my hand through his hair and pulled, causing him to growl in pleasure. He suddenly crashed his lips into mine, quieting me with a rough kiss. His tongue massaged mine expertly.

"Quiet." He pulled away from our kiss and put the finger that was on my clit to his lips in a shushing way. I whimpered at the sudden lack of stimulation, and he heard it. He slowly brought his hand to my lips and traced gently.

"Suck." He forced his finger into my mouth and demanded. I immediately obeyed, licking and sucking the slightly salty taste of my own juices off of his fingers.

"Such a good girl, and so beautiful." He moaned as he began to thrust in and out of me again. He closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure, and I couldn't help but stare at him.

He was gorgeous, his hair swaying as he moved, and his adam's apple so noticable, the way he was positioned. His soft lips parted ever so slightly, moaning my name.

It was almost too much to bear.

"Flip over. Now." He pulled himself out of me and commanded.

"Yes, Sir." I weakly pulled myself up on my knees and rolled over onto my stomach as he said, arching my back to give him the perfect view of my body, which belonged to him, and only him. He was well aware of this, and took full advantage every chance he got.

"Hands back here, sparrow." He demanded. I reached my arms behind my back, and he took control, crossing them so that I held my wrists in both hands. He grabbed them tightly, pushing my head deeper into the mattress.

-Pt. 2

"Now, we're going to play a game. Guess what number I'm thinking of." He chuckled and leaned over to look for something, still holding my wrists with one hand. I heard a door close. A dresser drawer, perhaps?

"Okay." My word came out muffled from the mattress being against my mouth.

"Aha. For every wrong guess, I'll have to punish you." He chuckled again. All of a sudden, I heard a loud buzzing noise coming from behind me. "First guess?"

I swallowed hard, knowing what was going to happen if I failed his impossible game. But what choice did I have?

"22?" I took my first guess.

"Oh, sparrow... That's not right." He sighed in disappointment. I felt two fingers rubbing my already soaked cunt, opening my folds near my clitoris slightly. The fingers quickly changed to my vibrator, already on max speed. He pressed directly onto my clitoris, making me jump and cry out in surprise.

"Aah!" I bit my pillow in an attempt to keep quiet. After 30 seconds or so, he finally gave me some relief, and took it away.

"Next guess?" He gently rubbed my soaking wet hole, causing me to twitch slightly under his touch. I mentally cursed the man behind me for being so calm.

"Um.... 19?" I hesitated, knowing no matter what I said, I'd get the vibrator once more.

"I'm afraid not, angel." He was most definitely smirking at this point. I whimpered and tried to prepare for the next round of overstimulation. Once more, he set the vibrator directly on my clitoris, only this time, he also inserted two fingers inside me, thrusting quickly, making me twitch and moan uncontrollably.

"Oh, God.... V!! Please!!" I yelled out to him to please end my suffering. The moment my orgasm was seconds away, he pulled everything away.

"Ready to guess again, angel?" He ran his finger up the length of my dripping slit.

"Please, V... Please no more... It's too much... I can't..." I began to sob as I begged him.

"Shh, shh, shh. One more time." He lined his hard cock up with my slick hole, and slammed into me, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

"Oh fuck.... I... 47." I mumbled through my sobs. I heard him hum in approval, but he still put the vibrator back on my clit, still on full power. He thrusted as fast as he could, and worked my clit expertly. My clitoris was extremely swollen, making me cry harder from the overstimulation. I reached my orgasm within seconds, it being like a wave that I was close to drowning inside of.

"Fuck... V... I'm cumming... Cumming... V!!" I screamed as loudly as I could into my pillow as my orgasm ran through me.

"You feel amazing, sparrow." V grunted out between moans, reaching his orgasm alongside me. He pulled away from me, and I completely collapsed on the mattress, unable to catch my breath.

"V..." I whispered groggily between quiet cries.

"I'm here, angel. I'm here. You were wonderful." He leaned over and kissed my exposed cheek, while moving a strand of sweaty hair out of my face.

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tinfairies · 1 year

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Pegging homelander pic…please 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

Act Like It

Homelander x Fem!Reader Smut

Minors DNI

Being the second biggest hero was no easy feat. Especially for a woman. You've had to work hard, harder than your male coworkers that's for sure. Definitely harder than Homelander himself, America's Hero. A spoiled brat is what he really is, always throwing a fit when he doesn't get what he wants.

Today was no different, the Seven sat at the meeting table. Arguing as usual and discussing rating, movies, who has more fans etc.

Arbitrary corporate bullshit. Heroes your ass, you guys were nothing but children bickering over who has better toys. Homelander sat at the head of the table, listening to his cohorts with a smug smile.

You tuned out the noise and stared at his face, trying to pick apart his mind. He hadn't said a word at all, except his normal beginning speech. Normally that bastard loves to hear the sound of his own voice, what was different today?

He had suddenly cough caught your eyes and smiled wide, abruptly standing up.

"Well, I would like to announce that the Homelander 3 movie has broken the box office numbers, completely surpassing our number two hero's second movie." He smirked and gestured to you.

You rolled your eyes, of course he had to to grab everyone's attention and make everything about himself. You gave a shrug of your shoulders, you could care less about asinine publicity and numbers. Homelander knew that was the only thing he could hold over you, and it was pathetic. He may be the face of America but you're the one to actually save it.

The meeting had ended, your coworkers poured out of the room and you were left alone with Homelander. Neither of you had made a move to leave after he dismissed everyone.

"Quite the big deal you made about your numbers." You glanced at him, tapping your fingernails against metal table. He hummed in response, that smug smirk still on his face.

"Too bad you're not a real hero. I bet you'd make even more money." You retorted.

Homelander was immediately standing up, his chair rolling back behind him. He came to stand over you, irritation plain on his face.

"Excuse me, care to repeat that? You forget who you're talking to." he seethed and you just smiled.

"No, you forget where you stand next to me, you are in my shadow. Act like it." you go to stand up, bringing yourself closer to his face.

"Maybe it's not a coincidence that every idea you've ever had has failed under your guidance." his jaw clenched and you could tell he was holding back from turning you into a pile of ash.

"You are a walking second place medal." you finally finished, his face was inches from yours.

Homelander went to grab at your throat, but you were faster than him. Slapping him clean across his perfect face. The sound echoed in the room, his hand came up to cradle his cheek. His hair was mussed from the force of the hit, and he looked at you. Not with anger, or fear. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, and something primal loomed within them.

"Go to my room. Strip. Wait for me on the bed. Do not touch yourself. I will know." you commanded with a flat voice. He hesitated, then fixed himself and nodded before leaving the room without a word.

You took your time finishing your work, knowing full well that he had obeyed you. After an hour or so you finally decided to stop torturing him. Well almost.

The room was dim when you entered, only the bedside lamps were on. Homelander was laid in the middle of the bed, nude. Just as you asked. Good boy.

He cracked an eye open upon hearing you enter. A devilish smirk spread across his face.

"What's that for? You think you're gonna get some pussy?" you scoffed and made your way to the dresser across the room.

He looked at you confused, how cute. You pulled the top drawer open and rummaged around. Grabbing what you needed, you then turned and threw the rather large strap-on and bottle of lube onto the bed.

Homelander looked almost scared now, he kept searching your face for a joke that wasn't there.

"I-I don't think I can take that." he reffered to the strap.

"You can and you will. You need to be reminded of your place. Now get on your hands and knees." the way his fear made your cunt feel was amazing.

He stared at you, silently pleading then finally maneuvered himself on his hands and knees. Embarrassment was obvious all over his body, flushed red and almost trembling. You giggled sadistically, this big powerful man was on his hands and knees for you.

You ran your hand delicately over the curve of his spine, goosebumps being left in their trail. He bit his lip, his cock was already half hard when you came in and it's only getting harder. Your hand came to rest on his ass, you gave it a light squeeze before raising it.

A loud crack sounded through the room, Homelander whimpered at the pain on his ass. His head hung down, pressing into the pillows. You massaged the red welt before once again bringing down another smack.

He whimpered and trembled through the pain, he wasn't being as much of a baby as you thought. Dissatisfied with this reaction you grabbed his cock and pulled it between his thighs. Homelander jumped, and gave a moan at the pressure on his cock.

You started pumping the shaft, smacking his thigh every so often. Luring him into a false sense of security.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled as you tugged on his cock aggressively. The giggle you let out made him huff on annoyance.

"Did you think this would be nice for you? After what you did earlier?" You squeezed his cock and he gritted his teeth.

"What do you say when you do something wrong?" you asked, he stayed silent. You hummed and drug a finger up from his balls to his hole.

He shook his head, refusing to say the words. You prodded at the tight opening.

"It's almost like you want me to fuck your ass. All you have to do is say the words and I'll let you pound my cunt into the mattress." you spoke gently, mockingly.

His hole puckered as you continued to play with him. His breathing was heavy, but he was silent still.

"Fine." you abruptly shoved your finger into him. Homelander let out a strangled cry as the forced entry burned through him.

"I fucking hate you." he seethed through gritted teeth, muffled by the pillows.

"Really now. I can leave you like this." you curled your finger brushing up against his prostate.

Homelander let out a whorish moan, "No, no please. Fuck, goddammit fuck me!"

A smile split your face. "I'm serious if you hate me I can leave. Unless you want to tell me something."

He panted as you started to pump your finger in and out, the dry pull burned like hellfire. He shook his head 'no'.

You pulled your finger out, and grabbed the strap. "If you can't be polite, I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson. You haven't been a good boy."

Homelander whined, he hated being called a bad boy, even more than being bent over by his rival. You began to buckle the strap around your hips, adjusting it so it will rub against your clit while you thrust.

It was pitiful sight. America's Hero on his hands and knees, completely naked, ass spread wide and the Number Two Hero still in her suit, preparing her silicone cock just for him.

If only you could preserve this moment. Hm. You quickly hopped up, and went to your bag. Homelander looked at you curiously, and then in shock as you grabbed your phone.

Setting it to video, you placed it against the lamp. The camera captured a great view of Homelander's face.

"No, please. What if it gets out." he begged shoving his face into the bed.

"You should have been nicer." You got back behind him on your knees. Rubbing up his ass again, the plush skin still red from your abuse.

You grabbed the bottle of lube, and drizzled some down his ass. He sighed at the cold liquid. The tip of the strap teased his hole, puckering and begging to be filled.

He whined some more, his cock was rock hard now. Precum was dripping onto the sheets as his cock twitched in anticipation.

Homelander cried out as you shoved the strap in down to the hilt. "Fuck, ah!" he whimpered and hid his face in his arms.

"Nuh, uh." you grabbed his hair and forcefully lifted his head. The camera focused on his features, mouth agape, face flushed and his pupils blown with lust.

You started to thrust, a fast and hard pace. He wasn't getting babied, not this time.

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mia-tiny · 1 year

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『 Wooyoung & Toys + Teasing 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: j. wooyoung x fem!reader

⇒ smut, 69ing, dom wooyoung, bratty sub reader, lingerie wearing (only briefly mentioned), oral (m receiving), butt plug, dildo, vibrator, orgasm denial, a lil impact play, use of “sir”

⇒ word count: 1.5k

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By the look in Wooyoung’s eyes you knew you had seriously irked him. He is always fine with your teasingly disobedient attitude to an extent, enjoying the dynamic created by you being a bratty sub, but sometimes he is simply not in the mood. Today, apparently, is a day like that.

An hour ago, it was just a chill Sunday afternoon. Wooyoung was working on his laptop in the living room and you were tidying up, but you thought it would be fun to tease him just a bit by purposefully bending over near him or making your cleavage more prevalent. He found it innocent and amusing at first, just chuckling at you and giving you a playful smack on the ass, until you kept doing it.

You got a bit carried away and sat next to him to distract him from his work with seductive touches and filthy innuendos, your intention not at all subtle. Even when he clearly put on his dominant voice and told you to “be a good girl until he is finished,” you weren’t done having your fun. You got up from the sofa and marched off to the bedroom, slipping on your favorite set of baby blue lingerie and applying a few puffs of perfume.

You shyly stuck just your head around the doorframe to gaze upon your boyfriend still diligently typing away where you left him.

“Babe,” you called alluringly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours with a slightly irritated sigh. Already imagining where you may be going with this, he ran his hand through his hair and raised a brow.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he had challenged, giving you one last chance to back out. Like a fool, you ignored it.

“Do what?” you questioned with feigned naivety. “I just wanted to know if you think this looks good on me.”

His eyes scanned over your scantily-dressed form as you stepped into view before he tsked you. He closed his laptop and set it to the side, standing and approaching you as your heart began to hammer against your chest.

“So you’re feeling like teasing today?” he asked rhetorically with a devilish glare. “‘I’ll show you what teasing looks like.”

It was less than two minutes before he got you in your current position: bare naked, on top of him in the 69 position, and stroking his cock to get it fully erect. The only thing that worries you is how he stopped at his dresser and grabbed a few items that he has kept hidden from you. Your heart races with both excitement and nerves at what he might have planned.

“Suck on it,” he commands without room for disobedience this time. “And anytime you let it out of your mouth I am going to spank you, got it?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer with anticipation.

You guide your mouth gently down onto his cock, taking your time to swirl your tongue around the tip and play with him before taking him further. He shows no response to your actions, only focusing on your needy pussy in front of him.

He reaches up and glides his fingers along your slit to feel how wet you are before he hums in contentment. You hear him fumbling around with something until his fingers are once again on you, but they are now spreading lube across your asshole, the sensation surprising you.

Without thinking, you pull off of his dick and peek back. “Wooyoung!”

Immediately he lays a merciless smack across your ass cheek that has you gasping at the unanticipated sting.

“What did I say?” he scolds.

You’re just lucky he ignores the fact that you called him by his name instead of “sir,” which is the title he uses during your play, so you once again descend upon his length with gratitude for the transgression. You take him in until he hits the back of your throat, using your hand to stimulate the parts you can’t reach while you wait for him to continue.

His fingers don’t return to your rim, but you instead feel something prodding against the tight muscles and you make a muffled sound around him. He very gently maneuvers the item with added pressure until it makes its way inside of you, evoking a hum that vibrates his dick pleasurably. You can now tell that he inserted a small butt plug, the feeling not as intrusive as you were afraid it would be. He playfully wriggles the object inside you and listens to your tantalizing whimpers that are stifled by his stiff cock.

When he stops, you once again concentrate on your task, trying your best to open your throat up and fit him deep within. You are able to push almost all the way down on his length before you are gagging obscenely, but the moan he lets out tells you how amazing it must feel.

“Keep going, baby,” he purrs.

As you continue, you feel him apply a bit more lube on your pussy, just to make sure you’re comfortable, and then something foreign is again looking for entrance. The object abruptly glides into your hole, its shape clearly identifying it as a dildo. At the sensation of it filling you up completely, you once again make the mistake of letting his cock fall from your lips so that you can release a desperate moan. Wooyoung is swift and ruthless in his punishment, promptly painting a red handprint onto the soft flesh of your other ass cheek with a resounding schwack.

“It’s like you want me to hit you,” he chuckles, though there is no amusement in his tone.

“Sorry, sir!” you answer submissively as you shove your mouth as far down on his dick as possible, trying your best to make up for your transgressions.

He returns the favor by thrusting the toy straight into your g-spot, the movement making the butt plug squirm inside you as well. It takes everything in your body to keep sucking on him with vigor, afraid he will stop if you aren’t pleasing him properly.

Things go from bad to worse the second you hear a vibrator buzz to life behind you just seconds before it presses against your clit. Wooyoung is deep down your throat when it happens and you choke, sputtering helplessly around his dick as you attempt to collect yourself without earning another punishment.

At the same time, Wooyoung is moaning from the sensation while also tormenting your poor pussy with pleasure. He fucks you roughly with the sizable dildo while steadfastly holding the vibrating toy against your overwhelmed bud.

“There you go,” he groans as you continue to deepthroat him, one hand fondling his balls while you try not to focus on your bottom half.

He is making it impossibly hard, though. Your climax is already building because of his relentless actions, but you know he won’t let you cum until you take care of his needs first, since you spent all day teasing him and this is his revenge.

With a newfound determination, you begin sucking him off like your life depends on it, the wanton sounds coming from his mouth spurring you on more as you practically unhinge your jaw like a fucking boa constrictor. You are essentially attempting to beat him in a sprint to the finish so that you don’t earn yourself more punishment, especially since you wouldn’t be able to ask for permission to cum anyways without taking your mouth off him.

Wooyoung continues to curse lowly under his breath, a telltale sign that he is just moments away from his orgasm, but you are standing at the edge of release as well. In a last ditch effort, you force him all the way down your throat until your nose presses against his balls and moan lewdly so that he can feel the intense vibrations.

With a surprised groan, Wooyoung cums deep in your throat, but never relents in pleasuring you. You finally allow him to fall from your lips as the whines and whimpers you’ve been holding back begin to spill out into the open.

“Please– sir– can I cum?”

He doesn’t bother replying, only waiting a few seconds more before he has pulled both the dildo and vibrator away from your desperate cunt. Your climax promptly fades away as you attempt to look back at Wooyoung with an absolutely shocked expression.

“Wha– why?” you sputter in total confusion, to which he just grins and lifts you off of him.

He sits up next to you after you’ve moved over and runs his thumb across your bottom lip, admiring your flushed face.

“I said not to let me out of this pretty mouth, didn’t I? Third strike and you’re out.” You can’t help but pout in response to his smug look.

“But you already–”

“I didn’t say you could stop, did I?”

You shake your head disappointedly and he smirks.

“Besides, I am just following in your stride since you’re the one who thought it would be fun to tease.”

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miss-shawdowsinger · 1 year

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Soothing Darkness - Azriel X reader fanfic

Chapter 4

Summery: The dreaded shopping trip has arrived. Y/N and the others pick out the right dresses to wear to to the ball and the start of the ball begins.

Warnings: none

AN: eeeekkk I love how this chapter ends. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing. Please let me know your thoughts! ❤️

Chapter 1

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You sat in the warm water, letting it soak into your bones. Training had been intense that morning and you swore you had never sweated so much in your entire life. You seemed to catch the hint of amusement in Azriel’s eyes as you tried desperately to catch your breath after every exercise. You mentally scowled at him and carried on.

You had half an hour before 2pm. Half an hour before your shopping trip with Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn. You tried to get out of it when you saw them at training that morning.

“Did you get my note?” Gwyn had asked when you landed at the training rings.

“Yes, I don’t think I can make it” you made your best fake upset face. “I can’t close the shop and….”.

“Of course you can” Nesta cut you off. “I will compensate you for any losses made for shutting for the day” she offered you a devilish smile. You weren’t sure if Nesta could read minds but she certainly knew your game.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that” you had stated.

“You’re not asking. I’m telling” was all Nesta said. “We will be at yours for 2pm” she waved you off with her hand. That was the end of that.

You stared at the clock in the room. Twenty minutes until you had to go. The bath was beginning to turn cold so you heaved yourself out and began to get ready. It was the beginning of winter so you opted for a thick jumper and dark, skin tight trousers. You let your hair flow loosely down your back and grabbed a woollen hat and scarf to keep you warm.

You grabbed the small pile of money you had put to on top of your dresser last night. Telling yourself that this is going to be worth it as you placed it in your purse. Just as you began pulling your boots on, there was a knock at the door. The three females were huddled together on your doorstep as you opened the door. They all wore their coats with hats and scarves but the cold day had made their cheeks and noses rosey red.

“I told you she wouldn’t make another excuse not to come” Nesta said as she looked you up and down. Taking in your winter attire. You blushed slightly at the comment. Was it that obvious that you didn’t want to go?

“I made you guys these for the trip” you brushed off the comment and handed them each a small paper bag with a cinnamon swirl in.

“Oh they are still warm, thank you” Gwyn straight away tucked into hers. Humming with delight as she ate.

The four of you made your way through the town of Velaris. The city was full of life as people already began decorating their, shops, houses and even the streets with winter solstice decorations. Lights shone brightly over each building, making the rainbow come alive with even more colour. If that was even possible.

“In here” Nesta brought you all to a large shop in the city centre. It had a beautifully decorated shop window. With gowns and suites of all shapes and sizes. She entered the shop, setting off the small bell over the top of the door. You followed inside and gathered in the front room, basking in the heat of the shop.

Looking around you could see dresses made in what seemed like every colour for every occasion. A small desk situated at the back of the front room had a small fae female stood behind. She peered over the desk and spotted Nesta. She was only small, standing at just under 5ft.

“Hello Nesta” she purred. “I have a room ready in the back for you girls. You are just on time” the small female took the four of us through to a back room where a large mirror stood, white sofas were situated around it. There were smaller changing rooms attached to the large back room. You drank in the whole space.

“Who will be going first?” the small fae shopkeeper asked. “Whatever you need, you will find it here. Even with those wings” she nodded to Emerie who smiled from ear to ear.

Everyone took it in turns to find the right outfit for the ball. Nesta went first. Trying on at least a dozen different dresses. All of which looked absolutely stunning on her. The fae female was happy to comply as she pulled out more and more dresses that she deemed would suit their figures.

Nesta decided to go with a black floor-length dress with long sleeves and a very low v-neckline. It dropped almost to her navel. The dress shimmered against the bright lights in the room. Gwyn went next, only trying on two dresses and decided to go with the first. It was a light blue to match her usual priestess’s cloak. It was classy and elegant, hugging all her features without showing off too much skin.

Emerie tried on a handful of dresses and decided to go with the emerald green, lace cut dress. It fit round her wings perfectly with a slight slit up the dress to show off her long smooth legs. You had sat contently, watching as each of them tried on the array of dresses. Giving your opinions when asked and sipping on the coffee the fae had provided.

“Last but not least” the female turned to you with her unblinking gaze. You sunk deeper into the sofa, wishing it would swallow you whole.

“Go on Y/N” Nesta elbowed you hard in the ribs. You scowled at her, but she narrowed her eyes at you. Daring you to not do as you were told. You felt like a child in trouble, so you pushed yourself out of the sofa and followed the fae to the changing rooms.

She had brought an array of dresses through that she thought would complement your figure. Each more extravagant than the last. You picked through them and tried them on but none of them seemed to look good on you. The others had looked so stunning in each of their dresses, but you couldn’t help feeling like the ugly duckling.

One made you look lumpy. The others colour drowned you out and the bright yellow one, was not even worth mentioning.

“Don’t worry. I am determined to find you the right dress” the little female went on a hunt through the many rooms which seemed to store hundreds of dresses. You slumped back into your previous position on the sofa, feeling slightly deflated. Even if you found the right dress, you wouldn’t be able to afford it from somewhere like this. It was all pointless.

“The second one wasn’t too bad” Emerie placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. But the half hearted smile she gave you, told you otherwise.

“I found it” the small female shouted from another room. “Come through deary” you heaved yourself off the sofa once again and made your way into the changing room.

As soon as you were in the changing room she held the dress out for you to look at. Just like the others it looked beautiful, like something from a fairy tale book you had once read. It was cobalt blue and twinkled like starlight, over its smooth fabric. You stepped into the dress and the female helped you button the back.

Tentatively, you stepped out into the large room where the others were waiting for the eighteenth time today. Your shoulders were slumped as you made your way over to look at yourself in the large mirror. Gwyn and Emerie gasped as you walked out. It couldn’t possibly be that bad, could it?

You dared to look in the mirror and almost replicated their reaction. The dress hugged your figure perfectly. It had a love heart neckline, which accentuated your breasts and shaped them. It’s off the shoulder sleeves fell lightly on your upper arms, allowing for your chest and neck to be bare. It hung close to your upper body, framing your figure over your waist and hips. Falling loosely from your hips to the floor. It’s colour and the way it sparkled in the bright lights, brought out the colour in your eyes and complimented your complexion perfectly.

You gawked at the way this dress made you look. There wasn’t a time in your life where you had worn something that made you look beautiful. It was a change from your usual training clothes or flour covered apron. You stood taller, straightening your spine and raised your chin. It was like looking at a different person. You took in the full image, the newness of your toned body, thanks to the training.

“She will take it” Nesta walked around you with a smug smile on her face. Suddenly your heard stopped dead in your chest.

“Nesta, there is no way I can afford this dress” your voice barley above a whisper as you looked at the others in the room, hoping they hadn’t overheard you. Eyes pleading with Nesta no to make you buy it.

“You didn’t expect me to force you into shopping and then make you pay, did you?” the question hung in the air. You furrowed your brows in confusion which only made Nesta smirk. “The dress is on me and don’t even attempt to argue with me. You won’t win” she shrugged but her voice was laced with grit.

“Thank you” you smiled. Your heart melted slightly at the gesture and you glanced back at the mirror once again.

“You look stunning” Nesta said, looking at you through the mirror. You beamed from ear to ear, feeling tears sting your eyes but you swallowed them down.

You left the shop after Nesta had paid for all four dresses. The cold hitting you like an ice blast after the warm heated shop. You couldn’t thank Nesta enough for the dress as you walked through the busy city centre. There were still another couple of shops they informed you, that you would be visiting before returning home.

“You need shoes at least” Nesta crossed her arms over her chest as you exited the third jewellery shop. You had point blank refused to let her buy you anything else. Never mind the diamond necklace and matching earing set, which she tried to convince you would go perfectly with the dress.

“I have shoes” you rolled your eyes.

“Not ones that would go with that dress” she blew out a hot breath.

“You don’t know that” you shook your head.

“I –“ she paused, you could see her mind working to try find a comeback. “I don’t care, I’m buying you shoes” she pulled the three of you into a little shoe shop and picked out pairs for each of you. You knew she wouldn’t let you go home until she had at least bought you shoes to match the dress.

Once you had a beautiful pair of black stilettoes to go with your dress and the others had all they needed, you returned home. You plied each of them with a couple more pastries before they waved you farewell.

You hung the dress up and stared at it, placing the black shoes below it and imagining what you would look like once you were ready for the ball. The dread you had felt before was changed into excitement as you felt the fabric between your fingers. After you got your fill of staring at the beautiful gown you grabbed the money from your purse and stashed it back into your safe.

It turned out that you had really enjoyed the shopping trip. Not just because you came away with the outfit but because you hadn’t felt lonely. The day had been spent chatting, laughing and being in the company of people you might dare to call friends. How your life has changed in the last month.

The rest of the week seemed to go by painfully slow. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this excited for something and time seemed to drag as you approached the day of the ball.

Training took your mind off it for a while, you were only able to concentrate on your exercises. Each time your mind wondered slightly you found your ass back in the dirt. Gaining a stern glance from Azriel in return. Nesta invited you to have lunch with them each day after training. You spoke about how you were going to wear your hair or what preparations you would make for the day. Cassian would moan and take his dinner to eat elsewhere while we all ‘gossed’ as he called it.

The afternoons were painfully long. Especially when you have spent the best part of an hour sat talking with your friends. The shop was still quiet as usual, so you sat on your stool, reading whatever books Nesta or Emerie had loaned you. Occasionally helping a customer.

Each night you would sit in bed staring at the dress hung up at the other end of your room, you had only tried it on once more since you had brought it home. It took your breath away, just as it had done the first time. It was the night before the ball, you had decided that day how you were going to ware your hair. You pieced the image together and smiled at the thought before forcing your body and mind to rest.

It was 3pm and you sat in your shop counting down the minutes till closing. Nesta had told you to be ready to be picked up at 7pm. That gave you four hours to wait. Your usual customers had already been in for the day, so you sat tapping your fingers on the counter in front of you. Even your book didn’t distract you from the ticking clock on the wall.

You watched as the clock slowly ticked by until it reached half past. The street outside was quiet as you paced around the shop. Trying to find something to busy yourself with. You had already cleaned three times but you couldn’t sit still.

“That’s it” you tutted. There weren’t any signs of more customers coming so you decided shutting the shop an hour early wouldn’t harm anyone. You locked the front door and shut the blinds before making your way up the stairs to your apartment.

You set a hot bath running as you ate a small plate of food. Nesta informed you that there would be small bites to eat but to eat at the party but to eat a full meal beforehand. You finished the last of your food before submerging in the warm water. Steam rose from the small bathtub as you scrubbed yourself clean and washed your hair.

You didn’t sit and relax for long before you stepped out into the cold air and wrapped yourself in a towel. You combed through your now washed and silky hair and left it to dry as you applied small amounts of makeup to your face.

Once your hair had dried. You tied it in a half up half down hair style that Nesta had taught you. She said that it was the one that suited you the most with your neckline. It took you a couple of attempts to get it right but once you did, it sat neatly on top of your head as the rest of your hair fell in loose curls down your back.

It was 6:15 once you had finished with your hair. You poured yourself a glass of wine and sipped from the glass as you once again found yourself staring at the gown hung up in your room. You willed your body to calm down. A mix of emotions now leaving you tense. You were excited, finally able to show the dress off but nervous. There was going to be a lot of people at the party, and you only knew a handful of them. You took a large gulp of wine, seeking the liquid courage it may offer you.

At quarter to seven, you finally stepped into the gown. It fit like a glove as its soft fabric hugged your skin. You placed the black heels on before stepping in front of your small mirror. Taking deep breaths, you gazed at the image of you in the mirror and smiled. Actually smiled. You looked out of your window and up to the stars that graced the black sky above.

“I can feel you with me” you whispered to the stars. Hoping that your mother, wherever she was could hear you. You grabbed a small velvet box from your draws. Inside were a pair of your mother’s favourite silver earrings. You carefully placed one in each of your ears as a knock sounded loudly at the front door.

Cassian was never one for hanging about which made you chuckle slightly. You glanced one last time in the mirror, nodding your approval before heading downstairs and towards the front door. The winged silhouette dominated the small doorframe behind the frosted glass. You opened the door to find that Cassian wasn’t behind it.

His hazel eyes met yours as your breath hitched in your throat. He wore a black fitted suit that incorporated his membranous wings that were now held tensely behind him. His siphons still sat upon each hand and his shadows curled around his neck. It took you a second to drink him in, he was the picture of pure beauty.

“You look….” He let his eyes wonder over you. Heat rose throughout your body at the path his eyes travelled up and down you. His eyes roamed down to the dress that hugged your figure, lingering slightly at your bare neck before looking back into your eyes. His throat bobbed slightly before he said “stunning”. Azriel held eye contact with you as your stomach flipped and cheeks blushed.

“You too” you stumbled for words, and they came out in a timid squeak after realising you hadn’t said anything.

Idiot. You mentally scolded yourself.

His mouth twitched upwards as he pulled out a small box from the shadows curling around his hand. “I was instructed to give you this” he held it out for you to take. You carefully took the box and opened it.

“Nesta” you gasped. The box held the diamond necklace that you had forbidden Nesta from buying you at the beginning of the week. It shone like a thousand stars in the moonlight as you stared at it open mouthed.

“I was told, rather specifically, to say that you have to wear it tonight” you opened your mouth to speak but Azriel raised his hand to silence you. “No excuses” he smirked and you smiled back at him. Carefully, you took the necklace out of the box and held it up to inspect it closer. It had a very small clasp that you knew would take you a while to work.

“Do you mind?” you held out the necklace to Azriel. He hesitated before taking the necklace gently from your hand.

You turned around and swept your hair out of the way so he could access you neck easier. The cold night on your bare skin sent a small shiver down your spine. You felt Azriel approach your back, his body radiating heat onto yours as he was barley an inch away. You swallowed hard as he slowly placed the necklace around your neck. His warm, soft hands brushed against your skin as he fastened the clasp.

You swallowed hard as you felt the caress of his hot breath just below your ear. You told yourself you were imagining it but you felt his breathing stammer slightly as he worked the clasp at the back of your neck. He finished with the clasp, but his fingers lingered slightly causing your skin to heat up. Your heart was pounding hard as he seemed to wait for you to move away first, but your feet were locked in place. There was no doubt in your mind, that he couldn’t hear the roaring in your chest at the close proximity of his body to yours. The touch of his hand on your skin. Even his shadows seemed to circle around you, pulling you into their warm darkness.

Time seemed to slow down as the two of you remained in place, waiting for the other to make the next move. A males voice suddenly shook you back to reality. He had just stumbled out of a bar and was singing a merry tune as he wondered down the cobbled street. You cleared your throat, finding your legs now had movement in them as you took a step from Azriel. Turning on the spot and instantly missing his warmth.

“What do you think?” you gestured to the necklace that now laced your neck delicately. His face was unreadable when you finally braved to look at him. His shadows returned to him swiftly as he held your gaze. It took him a couple seconds to think before he said in his soft deep voice.

“Almost as beautiful as the wearer” he bowed his head to you. Your knees nearly buckled at the compliment. “Are you ready?” he asked, holding his had for you to take.

You nodded, taking his scared hand in yours. His shadows began to circle around you until there was nothing but darkness.

Chapter 5

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 15: Dentelle Noir (Lingerie)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Spy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has a surprise for Spy during a romantic night in a hotel

Tags: Lingerie, oral, hotels

Word Count: 1.6k

The Masterlist

It wasn’t often that you and Spy were able to be alone together. The few chances you did have were spent with quickies, always so fast and messy, with no time for any real intimacy. With how busy the base could be, there wasn’t really any time for the overly romantic gestures that Spy preferred,which you swooned for every time, no matter how cliché they might seem.

That was when the idea of booking a hotel room was brought up. The moment a few days of ceasefire were called, Spy took the opportunity to whisk you away to a quaint little hotel far from the base. A big room, reliable housekeeping, and no risk of interruptions. What more could you ask for? The whole situation had that intimate, erotic thrill that you had been aching for, and unbeknownst to Spy, you had a finishing touch to make it all perfect.

It was easy enough to get ready in the spacious bathroom. It was a simple ensemble, but still eye-catching. You admired the matching black bra and panty set in the mirror, complete with garter belts. You had agonized over that last particular aspect for a while, wondering if the garters would be too much. You eventually decided that the outfit simply wouldn’t be complete without them.

Floral lace adorned the garments, drawing the eye to your best assets without looking too gaudy. Still, you were a bit nervous. You had never worn anything like this before, so you weren’t sure what to expect. You hoped Spy would like it. You grabbed a long, silky robe provided by the hotel. It concealed the risqué outfit, allowing you to maintain the element of surprise. With a deep breath, you stepped out of the bathroom, and into a setting straight out of a romance novel.

Spy had taken it upon himself to prepare everything while you were occupied. The lights were dimmed and the curtains were drawn shut. Scented candles on the nightstand and dresser provided most of the light. To top it all off, literal rose petals were scattered across the sheets of the bed and the carpet surrounding it.

‘ Where the hell did he even get those? ’ you wondered. It was a question that would have to wait to be answered later.

When you saw Spy, your breath caught in your throat. He wasn’t in anything particularly special, just a dress shirt and slacks. He sat in an armchair in the corner of the room skimming through a travel brochure, patiently waiting for you. In the flickering light of the candles though, he looked oh so alluring. He had even removed his mask, letting you get an eyeful of that often disheveled salt and pepper hair. You cleared your throat, and his eyes rose from the brochure. An inviting smile played on his face, drawing you even closer.

“Hello darling.” He rose from the chair and approached you. “I take it that the room is to your liking?”

“Spy, this is gorgeous,” you said, making no secret of how impressed you were, thoroughly entranced with the romantic atmosphere that he had created in such a short amount of time. You picked up a petal from the bed, feeling the soft texture between your fingertips. Sure enough, they were real. “God, how did you even manage this?”

Spy visibly sat up straighter with pride in a manner one could only describe as peacock-like. “I have my ways, mon amour.”

He walked up behind you while you were preoccupied with the petals, stroking your stomach over the smooth fabric of your robe, enticing you to turn around and face him. His devilish smirk perfectly foreshadowed all that you had planned for tonight. Without a second thought, you pressed your lips against his, finally kicking off a night of unbridled passion.

You were pushed backwards, and the back of your thighs were soon pressed against the edge of the bed. Spy gently wrapped his arms around you, lowering your body onto the mattress tenderly. You reached out to pull him down with you, holding him close and relishing the comforting warmth that was held between your bodies.

A hand slipped under your robe, but paused upon feeling the lace hidden underneath. Spy pulled away, cocking his head to the side curiously. You simply smirked up at him, encouraging him to explore further. You watched as he untied the sash holding the robe closed, revealing your little surprise for him.

Color blossomed in your cheeks as you watched Spy take in the sight. He made no secret of his blatant admiration for you. One thing was for sure, any insecurity that you had previously felt about the outfit had been banished from your mind.

“I’m guessing you like it?” You asked, trying to calm the flush in your cheeks.

“Oui, my love,” Spy whispered dreamily, running his hands over your garter clad thighs. “Mon dieu, you look absolutely gorgeous. Si belle.”

You smiled, ultimately failing to smother your blush. You shifted onto the center of the bed, leaning back on the plush pillows. You made for quite the tempting sight, and Spy followed you without hesitation. Soon he was leaning over you again, pressing heated kisses to your lips before trailing down your neck. His hands played with the waistband of your undergarments as he did so.

Eventually, he managed to feel his way around the garter belts, unhooking them and allowing him to slide the panties off. The garters were left around your thighs, squeezing around the supple flesh in a manner Spy found quite tantalizing. He continued to kiss his way down your body until he finally made his way between your legs, pleased to see that you were already very wet.

You let your head fall back on the pillows, a moan falling freely from your lips when Spy’s tongue made contact. He teased you for a while with long, languid strokes along your entrance, holding your hips steady in case you were tempted to buck against him. You clutched at the bedsheets with your fists when he changed his rhythm, flicking his tongue upward towards your clit and sending sparks of pleasure up your entire body. He was good at this, and if he kept it up, it wouldn’t be long before you finished.

“Oh fuck, Spy!” Your hand weaved through his hair, tugging slightly to convince him to stop. You didn’t want to come just yet. “Please, I need you inside me.”

Spy pulled back, looking up at you with a lust laden gaze, clearly more than eager to fulfill your demands . He sat back up on his knees, removing his pants and briefs. The garments were immediately tossed to the side before Spy made his way back over to you.

Apparently, Spy had enough patience to tease you just a bit more. He slid himself along your entrance a few times, simply tantalizing you with his cock but not yet filling you like you wanted. You looked up at him desperately. If he wanted you to beg, you could beg.

“Spy, please,” you moaned, eyes half lidded and clouded with need. Small bruises were already beginning to emerge along your neck where Spy had laid claim to you earlier. All together, it was a view he simply couldn’t resist any longer.

“Bien sûr mon amour,” he whispered, voice low and dripping with desire. You gasped, arching off the mattress as you felt him finally thrust into you. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, desperate for every last inch of him.

With a soft groan, Spy pulled out before thrusting back in again. He continued like that for a while, maintaining a pattern of long, slow, arcing thrusts that hit their mark deep every time. You practically went boneless beneath him, throwing your head back against the pillows once again as you moaned and sighed. However, you soon began to buck your hips up against Spy’s, conveying your desire for a quicker pace.

“Harder,” you cried, hands gripping Spy’s silky dress shirt tightly. You looked up at him pleadingly, and he responded with a quick nod. Taking hold of the headboard for leverage, he began to speed up, his hips meeting yours faster and rougher.

“I love this sight, mon ange,” Spy groaned, one of his hands starting to trail down your body. “So beautiful, and taking me so well, clad in lace like this.”

That wandering hand eventually traveled low enough to reach its destination. Spy rubbed his thumb over your clit as he thrust into you. Your back arched once again at the overwhelming addition of sensation. Coupled with a few hard thrusts to a particularly good spot, you were coming before you even knew what had hit you.

You found yourself clutching at anything you could get your hands on, eventually settling on Spy’s shirt once again. It was most likely thoroughly wrinkled at this point, not that either of you cared. Spy’s moans almost rivaled yours, making it obvious how good it felt to have you clenching around him. With a final hard thrust and a strangled gasp, he came as well, collapsing to your side with a sigh.

“I’m glad you liked it,” you whispered, snapping one of the garters against your legs absentmindedly.

Spy grinned, pulling you against his body once he had regained enough strength. Your head rested on his chest and his fingers brushed through your hair soothingly. “I would have done this a long time ago, if I knew I would get to see you looking so ravishing, chérie.”

Your only response to him was a sly, reassuring grin. You would most certainly be investing in some more intimate garments, and probably more hotel stays as well. Even as exhaustion began to register in your mind, your thoughts raced with all the different colors, patterns, and lace you wanted to model next. As you finally succumbed to the beckoning of sleep, the last thing you remembered was Spy, humming contently to himself and tracing his fingers along the intricate floral patterns of your lingerie.

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"bad idea" |🕯️vinsmoke sanji

character(s): vinsmoke sanji x m. reader

tags: (2.1K words), male! reader, smut, established relationship, toys, male orgasms, public nudity, exhibitionism, masturbation, teasing, switch! sanji, blowjob

synopsis: sanji’s not the type to turn down a challenge, but he didn’t expect how difficult his lover would make it for him to succeed.

a/n: this request was made by @princeasimdiya12, I hope you enjoy!

SANJI WAS ALWAYS UP FOR WHATEVER CHALLENGE YOU THREW AT HIM. With this being Sanji's first relationship with a man, he was always looking to you to show him new things to spice up your sex life together. It wasn't like you minded the dependence on ideas, though. With consideration of his boundaries, it allowed you to come up with some fun fantasies that could be pleasurable both ways. This new feat that you had plotting up in your head, though, was certainly one of your most devilish concoctions yet for Sanji, and it would surely take the cake.

"Good morning, my love! Why did you want to see me so early? Not that I mind, of course! It's always wonderful when you choose to grace me with your presence." Sanji's ramblings were cut short when you placed a chaste kiss upon the corner of his lips to silence him from waking up the rest of the crew. His lips tightened themselves, immediately hushing himself up from making any more noise. He shifted his mouth to where instead of your lips being to the sides of his mouth, you were placing a full kiss on top of his lips. Even after a full night's rest, the scent of cigarette smoke still lingered on his skin and tingled your nose slightly.

His blonde hair was disheveled, a great contrast to his usual, clean-cut attire (probably due to the first thing that he did was come to see you), and his nightclothes left little to the imagination, only consisting of some striped pajama pants and his exposed chest leaving little to the imagination for sinful thoughts to plague your mind; however, being patience would be the most rewarding thing.

Pulling away from his hungry touch, albeit rather unsatisfied, you turned your back to him and moved towards your dresser. "As much as I would like to indulge you as you are now, I have a fun little game I'd like you to play with me," Slipping your fingers into the crevice of the drawer, you pulled it open to reveal a few toys that you've acquired on the past islands you've visited. "I know you're not entirely unaware as to what these toys are, right?" Beckoning Sanji over with the curl of your finger, you displayed the variety of toys in your palms. You watched as he swallowed harshly on nothing as if he engulfed a large amount of water at once.

"Y-You're not wrong, but how did you get some of these...?" One of his curly brows rose in astonishment, a hand outreaching to the dick sleeve with a small vibrator attached to it. You felt your lips curl upward, a flush rising on your neck as you looked away from your boyfriend's inquisitive gaze. "That's a story I'll save for another time, b-but that's beside the point!" You swatted your hand in front of you as if you were trying to metaphorically shoo the embarrassing memory away.

"I wanted to simply test your endurance, see how long you can last with some slight... Disruptions throughout the entirety of the day." Rummaging through the rest of the small drawer, you pulled out the rest of the equipment that you had intended to use. A cock cage, a mask, lubricant, a pair of underwear, and as well as the pretty little gadget cradled in Sanji's hands. You watched Sanji's expression contour to one of hesitation, unsure how to respond to the whole array in front of him.

You frowned at his reaction. The last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable, and you were quick to rush over to him to reassure the man. "Hey, I never want to make you feel pressured to do something. If you don't want to do anything, we don't have to." You gently cupped your hands over his, rubbing his knuckles in a comforting manner.

Sanji's eyes looked over yours to examine if there was any sign of disappointment in your expression, but ironically enough, it was a look full of adoration, a look that was powerful enough to turn him into putty in your hands. It was true, there was some stuff that he knew up there, but there was some stuff he didn't know either. In that curiosity, there was a twinge of anticipation to see what schemes were developing in that cute little head of yours. He pulled away from your touch, only to reach in his back pocket to reveal his cigarette box and his golden-encrusted lighter, the rubies glistening within the candle-lit room.

Bringing the tobacco stick up to his lips, he lit it at the end, causing a stream of smoke to appear before you. Sanji took a deep breath before he pursed his lips to let out the rest of the smoke. He was finally ready to ask, continuing the conversation that was delayed for an instance. "For how long?" Sanji question, causing the trance that you were in from watching his actions with great intensity to stop. "For as long as you were comfortable with doing it for. You know the safe word we have in case it becomes too much for you to handle."

He nodded his head, his eyes scrutinizing the toys placed on the dresser top behind you. His teeth grazed the plush side of the cigarette before he made a sound that could be considered a huff to your ears. "Do I get something out of it if I exceed your expectations?" You had already considered a wager for this question, figuring a reward should be in place for this. "If you can go without breaking on me from now until sunset, I'll let you do anything you want to me for a whole day." A smirk began to pull at the corners of his lips, the devious plans he had in store already beginning to arise in his head. It was going to most certainly be worth it, then.

Getting a taste of your own medicine was going to be a delicious sight, even better than the sea's finest cuisine plated in front of Sanji. To have the entirety of a day to devour you, no matter the pleas and babbles to fall from your lips is a thought that already makes his knees grow weak. The only thing in his way from such a blessing is your little challenge, a roadblock that he planned to demolish to seize for what he wanted, and he planned to succeed no matter what. "Alright, angel, let's see what you have in store for me."

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡

THOUGH HIS CONFIDENCE ROARED WITH THE HIGH BELIEF OF HIS SUCCESS, THIS WAS FAR EASIER SAID THAN DONE FOR THE BLONDE MAN. Fulfilling tasks seemed much more tedious and harder to grind through with the immense ache in between his legs. Luffy and the others were highly demanding on this particular day out, despite it supposedly being a day of relaxation after a mass sweep of marines that charged in waves at the crew. The beachside was mainly empty for the most part, the people in the small town you all were residing in typically cowered away from the shores due to the fear of pirates raiding the area, thus making it a perfect spot for chilling.

At least, that was what he would have said if it wasn't for the constant vibrations changing and edging of his release. The buildup would be so delicious, the grunts and whines muffled by your undergarments keeping his mouth shut. Apart from him was grateful for it, absorbing the watering of his mouth that saliva would try to slip past his lips and down his chin. It was difficult for him to handle that stupid mosshead's pestering and insults that he couldn't come back with due to the fear of his makeshift gag being revealed to the crew. Sanji continued to act normal, or at least, as normal as he could act in his rather strange get-up. The black face mask that covered the bottom half of his face, sunglasses, and some baggier swim trunks to hide the cock cage that held his cock tightly.

He would say that he was grateful for you being there if it wasn't for your continuous teasing and sly taunts you would do in the visibility of others' gaze. It was starting to become overwhelming, his head becoming lightheaded and all sane thoughts clouded by the pulsing of his cock in his pants. He was overstimulated at this point, he couldn't recall how many times he had come close to coming, only for it to be taken away at this point, and all he wanted was to coat the inside of his undergarments in the translucent fluid. Sanji's muffled whines and grunts eventually managed to come through your once deaf and merciless ears when you finally excused the both of you away from the crew to have the chance of some "alone time".

Once the two of you arrived back on the ship and in the kitchen, you hurried to grab him some ice for his flushed face. Securing the cool baggie with a thin cloth, you handed it to him, and he muffled thanks in response. "You did much better than I expected, dear." You cooed, bending down in front of Sanji's knees to strip him from the rest of the clothing that he was currently wearing. That was when you saw the glorified mess that you made of cock throughout the entirety of the day. Cum coated the tip, a feverish red color appearing on the area as he whined softly even at the lightest of contact. Your gadgets were amped down and your hands tenderly began to unravel everything that was holding the set-up together. "Myghff lffmh... Phhulmh." His words were heavily muffled by the gag still pushed into his mouth, but you didn't need to hear his begging to understand what he wanted at that very moment; after all, it was the same thing you wanted to happen as well.

Your fingers grazed the small trail of body hair on his lower torso, down to the base where your hands glided past the base and down to his tightened balls. Carefully taking them into your hands, you watched as his whole body jerked, hands gripping down onto the sides of his chair. You were focused on the ministrations laid onto his body, each thoughtful maneuver with the intent to have more of a taste of his cum upon your tongue. Sanji's eyes peered down, and he swore that his breath was taken away by the sight of you. The way your mouth was wrapped around his cock as you bobbed back and forth at a rhythmed pace caused his thighs to clench around your head. "Hmm? You wanna cum for me, pretty boy?" You questioned, saliva layering on top of his twitching cock, clearly aggravated from the sudden stop. The blonde-haired male nodded quickly, hoping that his desperateness would be enough to please you. You patted the inside of his thighs lightly as if you were contemplating if he deserved it or not.

"You should know better, Sanji. Closed mouths don't get fed, you know." Oh, so you were going to make him beg, drive him to that breaking point where he couldn't handle even the lightest of touches due to his high sensitivity? Sure, Sanji wanted to be stubborn, but how much longer could he last? Your ministrations were cruel, and he knew that you wouldn't bother stopping until you got what you wanted, even if it left you unsatisfied in the end. You pressed light kisses on his tip, looking at him through your eyelashes coyly with a cocky grin upon your face. The pulling away caused him to groan out through his gag, his head tipping back with tears brimming the corners of his eyes as he exclaimed, "L-Lmmph mmph cmmhh!"

You chuckled triumphantly, putting all your efforts into making his release as best as possible. Your lips latched onto his tip, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as you used your hand to massage his balls in a much more firm manner. Sanji's speech became far more incoherent than they already word, hinting at the notion that if. you didn't pull away, he was going to come down your throat. That fact only egged you on, bringing him further into your mouth and down to your throat, despite wanting to choke at the sudden intrusion. The sounds you were making trying to take him in mixed with the sensual touches brought him over the end as he bucked his groin further into your mouth as his cum shot down your throat. A hum vibrated from you, causing a slight shiver to come from Sanji as you moved away from him, wiping the corners of your lips.

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

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