hey!! i was wondering if you could write a oneshot of larissa or melissa (whatever you think is best) where badicslly r and them literally despise eachother bc they got started off on the wrong foot and every interaction between them has just gone south, but r and larissa or mel find eachother extremely attractive, and then basically someone in the school told them that r is actually in love with them. and basically after that they get into another heated argument and they pull out the “it’s not my fault you’re in love with me” or something along those lines and r denies it ofc and then after that they like kiss n maybe some angry smut if you’re alright with that.

so sorry if this is too specific or you just don’t wanna write it lmfao 😭 TYSM!!

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It Ain’t My Fault ~Dom!Melissa Schemmenti xFem Sub!Reader

Summary— Enemies to Lovers AU, where Melissa and Reader have never gotten along. The tension between them finally snaps… What will happen…? Anon Response— Thank you for the detailed request, anon!! I hope this finds you well. I had fun writing this little smut piece for you. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, eating out, semi-public sex, enemies to lovers, fighting, love confessions, screaming/yelling, dominance, light dom/sub implications, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Well It’s not my fault you’re in love with me—!!” Melissa shrieked.

Her classroom suddenly felt too hot and far too cramped, even though it was only the two of you. Your breath hitched and you stepped back slightly.

The two of you had been known to get into yelling matches, and the staff was quick to banish the two of you from the lounge if you felt like going at it. You didn’t even remember what this fight was originally about. You just didn’t get along. Never had. Ever since you had arrived at Abbott, Melissa always undermined you. It drove you insane, how she got under your skin. For Melissa, she could stand you either. You were just so annoying. So young and naive, so quick to disregard and disrespect authority. Neither of you would ever want to admit that you found the other attractive.

“Excuse me…??” You finally spat, coming back to reality from the brief stun.

“You heard me…!” She cocked, placing her hands on her hips and swiveling her head tauntingly.

“I am not in love with you—!” You exclaimed defensively, crossing your arms.

Melissa grinned wickedly and sauntered up towards you. You instinctually began to back up until the back of your legs hit the edge of her desk. Your breath hitched again as the older woman now stood right in front of you.

“Barb says otherwise, and Barb is always right.” She purred condescendingly, tilted her head slightly and staring you down.

Your eyes widened and you gulped. You uncross your arms and lean back a little on the desk, trying to get away from her intense presence.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you stammer.

“Fine, then prove it.” She quips, cocking her brow at you.

A challenge is something you can do.

“Ok, try me.” You immediately shoot back.

Melissa smirks and steps just a bit closer, so that her body is almost flush against you but not quite yet.

“Kiss me.”

You nearly choke on your own air, as your face flushes a deep red.

“I… sorry what..??” You choke out.

“Kiss me.” Melissa repeats as if it’s nothing, with a shrug, “Just once.”

“And what’s that going to prove…??” You defensively shot.

She raised her brow.

“You chicken?”

You immediately growled at her words. If there was anything you hated, it was being called incompetent and a coward. And Melissa loved to taunt you with both.

“Shut up.” You growled, before grabbing the back of her neck with one hand and smashing your lips together.

Melissa immediately groaned into the kiss. You really thought that you’d be able to prove your lack of love with this, but you were so wrong. The second you felt her lips, you were hooked. The kiss went from a peck to a sloppy mess in a matter of seconds, and neither one of you minded. You let out a breathy moan as her tongue slid into your mouth.

Her hands snaked around your sides, effectively pinning you to her desk. Yours held the back of her neck, as the other slid to her ass, pulling her flush against you while graciously squeezing her rear. This action made Melissa groan into the kiss once more, which only sent increasing sparks of arousal throughout your body.

After a minute, you both had to pull away, breathless. But the woman still kept you pinned to the edge of the desk by your hips. Her hold on you was bruising and dizzying, as you desperately tried to catch your breath. Melissa looked quite pleased with herself for having kissed you breathless.

When you finally met her eye, you knew she had won. The dark flicker of lustful dominance was something you couldn’t help but fold to. You allowed the woman the hoist you up on the edge of her desk, you allowed her mouth to wander along your exposed skin. You allowed her to take your tits and cunt out, to call you deliciously derogatory names as she sucked and bit at your nipples. You allowed her to shove her fingers into your mouth as a way to keep you quiet as she sucked on your pearl and explored your juicy folds. You allowed her to completely take control. And in return, she allowed you to cum.

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Melissa Schemmenti Masterlist

After Judd said that Jason cries during sex I started to find it so sexy and cute at the same time 😭

Right????? YOU GET ME🥹

Warning: Including sexual content, angry sex

like imagine an angry/ansty sex after a fight, you're both emotional and he's letting out small whimpers... Jason's emotionally unstable duh and he can only release all these tension by being balls deep inside you.

and okay maybe you were wrong. you shouldn't have said what you said but he was being so goddamn stubborn, you're still a bit upset even though there's some regret and guilt creeping up on you.

He's grabbing you by your hips and pinning you down, a frown on his face as he desperately tries to get deeper in you, even though he's already stretching you out to your limit. Jason is frustrated, his little groans tell it, he's also scared to death at the feeling of losing you, your warmth. He doesn't want you out of sight, or himself out of your pussy.

You try to avoid his eyes but he turns your chin back so your eyes meet his again. He almost growls at you. No, you can't do that. You can't look away from him. You can't leave him. Not you.

"F'ckin... do i have to tie you down? S' that what you want?"

He aggressively snaps at you. His voice shaky but still with that cold, low voice. You hear his cold voice and tear stained face and flinch. He pauses for a moment when he sees you flinch, but continues to move at the same pace when you pull him down to your lips and bite down on his lower lip.

"mm..."

A small whine escapes his mouth. Watching his tears glistening on his red rimmed eyes- it's painful as much as it is beautiful. You close your eyes as you two share a kiss- chasing each others' tongue breathlessly. Your moans are swallowed by him, only the wet sound and squeaking noise from the abused sofa filling the room.

Even after he cum, doesn't pull away right away. He stays fully inside you, crumbled down on your body, panting. He holds you as you shiver, feeling everything you give to him. He only relaxes when he feels your finger wiping his tears away, and pulls out from you with a sigh.

or or

he's pathetically crying to the point you get worried and you try to sit up but he stops you and pull your hand back on his hair cuz he's desperately in need to be touched by you

hahaha this was not supposed to be this long but i just have too much love for Jason crying. Thank you anon! ♡

Hi! No pressure at all but can you write some smut for Tyler Galphin please?

You're an awesome writer I absolutely loved your A Small Bed fic 😄

Pairing:Tyler Galpin x Fem!reader

summary: after you got arrested for having kidnapped Tyler and then released, he comes to visit you in your room, and well, all that anger has to end up somewhere...

warnings: SMUT(unprotected -angry-sex)

A/n: so here’s the thing I hated him the whole time except for the last episode. So I wrote about that.(sorry this took so long)

"The monster fucks well sweetheart"

“What does it feel like?” “What does what feel like?” “To lose” Your mouth gaped open and you felt your eyes fill with tears. You were right. You knew you had been right but hearing it felt diffrent. Seeing with your own two eyes all the liveliness in his pupils disappear was diffrent. You felt your heart slow down, like even he couldn’t believe what was going on. You had known. You know you had known. You had had the vision and then you had connected the dots. You knew you were right, as heartbreaking as it felt you knew he was the hyde, he had killed all those people, but a small part of you apparently still hoped that inside that monster, inside that creature who massacred so many innocent people there was still a good part, still Tyler. But you were wrong. There was no Tyler, only the hyde remained in the now empty body in front of you. Only the monster. He took a step towards you and you took a step back instinctively. "What, are you scared of me?" his mouth twitched into a sinister grin. Your breathing was getting labored, but you couldn't let him see it. Ordering your chest to expand at a normal velocity. "because of the things I did?" he took another step. This time you didn't move. You weren't scared. He wasn't scary. He was never gonna hurt you. Not now, not when he knew he had won. He wanted you to suffer. "because of the people I killed?" he tilted his head to the side, taking another step. The room felt empty, like he was annihilating every other object, killing them just like he had killed all those people. It was yours before. It was you. It was your room, where you had gone to after running out of the police station, just after you had been arrested for having kidnapped him. And then you had opened the door, and he had entered and it wasn't yours anymore. It was nothing. it was fear and delusion mixed with sorrow, but definitely, not the room you had slept in, laughed in and cried in for the past 2 months. He was in front of you. Lurking over you like the predator he actually was. "because of who I am ?" he raised his eyebrow You looked up at him, anger so extremely clear on your face that you wondered how he looked so incredibly unfazed by it. You could feel all your organs compressing, the rage for being beaten, the rage for being humiliated, and for having lost crushing your every bone. You wanted to punch him more than you wanted to breathe. "I'm not scared of you Tyler" you said "I'll never be" you hissed "you're nothing but a pet" you stepped closer to him this time " a very obedient pet who does anything their master wants" you chuckled "If anything, I pity you. You're pathetic" Not a single emotion trespassed him. Like he had heard nothing of what you had just said "y/n" he bent down to whisper in your ear "as much as I like seeing that pretty mouth of yours lie " he scoffed " we both know that's not true" his breath was so hot against your ear and throat, it was difficult to concentrate "You are scared of me" his fingers traced along your arm "scared of what I can do" you felt him smile "scared of who I am" his fingers hooked under your chin, bringing your eyes to his "you are scared of me y/n" You swallowed what felt like the densest piece of saliva you'd ever encountered. "and you should be" "You'd never hurt me" you spat out "you want to see me suffer" a sparkle ignited in his eyes, finally somewhat alive "you don't want to kill me" you said finally "you can't" "oh" he laughed bitterly "now, we both know that's not true" he said "but I appreciate you trying" a grin appeared on his lips "you're cute when you lie" "fuck you" you whispered "I'm not lying" his fingers under your chin traced your jawline. "aw" he cooed "you're angry" yeah, no shit sherlock "but I think you're looking at it the wrong way" "Oh am I now?" you gritted incredulously "because to me it seemed like being completely humiliated to the point everyone thinks I'm batshit crazy while I know I'm right and you are still free is a good enough reason to be angry" He smiled as he shook his head "but see" his thumb stroked your cheek and you pretended it didn't still make you melt"I think you're relieved it went this way" you scoffed, "Why? why on earth would I be?" His other hand found its way to your waist "because if I did go to jail" he inhaled "you wouldn't have been able to see me for a long time" he laughed "and we both know how you wouldn't want that" Fuck his hand on you felt like fire, even after all this time. Even after you discovered what he was. It was awful, you knew, but there wasn't anything you could do about it, anything other than pretending, other than faking your uncaringness. "Yeah right" you scoffed again "so you are saying you wouldn't have missed my mouth so close to yours?" he said, leaning closer to you" my hands on you?" he paused as his hand caressed your side" missed me inside of you?" now it was your turn to pause, You had no idea what to say. There was a part of you that knew, with an angry, hateful certainty that he was right, but there was also a side that was fighting, fighting to make common sense prevail, to make it win somehow in this earthquake of chaos. you didn't have enough brain capacity to respond at the moment. the only thing that got out of you was a shy exhale. He smirked "you know I'm right" he forced you to look up at him again with his fingers. No. You were not gonna let him win so easily. "You're not" you said, hoping to sound more sincere than you actually were. He laughed "so stubborn" he said with amusement "and yet so painfully wrong" He smiled as he bent down, pressing his lips on yours, his mouth feeling so soft while being so harsh on yours. He was right and he was determined to prove it. You damned yourself as you closed your eyes, inevitably parting your lips for his tongue. The hand on your side traveled to your back, forcing you ever so close to him. "so you wouldn't have missed that?" he leaned away way too soon. God, you hated him. Him and his stupid smugness and his stupid talented mouth. "no, I wouldn't have" you lied He smiled proudly, like he wanted you to say that, like he was just waiting for a challenge and you had just presented him with the best possible one. "Is that so?" "hm-hm" you agreed "so when I kiss you you don't feel anything?" "Exactly" "And when I touch you?" his hand went to the hem of your skirt, hooking his finger in it "nothing" you gulped "not even when I can feel how wet you are?" he asked, as his fingers cupped your clothed cunt. "no" you murmured He tsked "and what about when I move your panties aside?" he murmured against your lips while he did just that. "I-" you tried, but the words were stuck in your throat "still nothing huh? I'm gonna have to try harder it seems" he said as he passed his index between your folds, coating himself of your wetness before moving his attention to your clit. You bit your lip so as not to moan as he circled it. You didn't want to give him that, the satisfaction of knowing how good he was making you feel. he kept massaging your clit and you kept biting your own skin, seconds away from tasting blood. "still nothing?" he raised an eyebrow and you were gonna punch him if it wasn't for your knees feeling so weak. You shook your head as heavy breaths escaped your mouth. He chuckled "I thought you might say that" He retracted his hand, making you whimper at the loss of contact. "but you know" he stroked your lip with his thumb "there's one thing I have tried" he looked at you "and I have a feeling it might change your mind" You smiled “you think?” He laughed hoarsely “I do” he said taking a step, your back hitting the cold wall “And what makes you so sure?” “It has worked before” he moved his hands underneath your skirt, one on each side of you, feeling the fabric of your useless panties “And it’s only right to give it a shot, don’t you think?” “If you believe so” you murmured” but just so you know, I severely doubt you’re right” “We’ll see” his fingers gripped your underwear, pulling them down enough for them to fall at your feet "I have a feeling you might change your mind" he said, his hot breath against your cheek as you heard the zipper of his jeans being unzipped. He pulled them down just enough to get his dick out, his big stupid dick that had made you come times and times before. You swallowed nervously as you looked down, and he noticed, grinning. " changed your mind yet sweetheart?" "nope" your voice was pathetically trembling "and don't call me sweetheart" "Oh but why?" he asked as if he was actually hurt. he raised one of your legs to his waist "you seemed to like it not so long ago" he kissed you briefly "Actually" he let go of your leg "you loved it" "yeah well that was before" you said coldly. He hummed, contemplating perhaps "jump" he said, and you complied. Completely and utterly conscious of making a mistake, a really hot and stupid mistake. You were trapped between him and the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. his eyes were burning through you and his cock was just against your clit. "you mean before you found out who I was?" one of his hands left your waist to position his dick at your entrance "who I am?" Really, he wanted to do this now? You didn't answer, you just scowled at him. "tell me" he said "or I'm not gonna do it" Fucking asshole "Yes Tyler. yes" you huffed "see, that was easy wasn't it?" he said smugly as he finally pushed his tip in. You sank down on him, as he stretched you out perfectly, little shocks of pleasure coursing through you with every inch added, until he bottomed out. "fuck" you sighed "Yeah," he pulled almost completely out just to thrust harshly inside of you, a gasp fled your mouth "The monster fucks well sweetheart" he said, as he did it again, this time not stopping, but developing a deadly rhythm. You tried to stop yourself, you really did, but you couldn't do anything to control the shameless, pathetic moans emerging from your throat and filling the empty room. "tell me again" he kept going "tell me that you don't miss me" he laughed through labored breaths, "tell me you don't miss this". "tell me sweetheart " he was hitting every single spot,  you forced your eyes shut as he pushed into you again, even harder somehow "tell me I'm a monster, go on" he murmured against your ear "tell me how much you hate me" It was a weird feeling, being so turned on by someone while simultaneously hating them so deeply, so fondly that you kind of wished they would just drop dead right now. And what was even weirder, was having that same person, the one you wished dead, inside of you, splitting you in half so fucking well. "f-fuck you" you managed to get out. He smiled against your mouth before kissing it. It was a mess, a wet and moan-y mess, symbolizing your defeat and his triumph over you. there was no point in fighting him, he was gonna win, that's what he meant, that's what the kiss meant. "Feisty as ever" he smiled cockily "but a bit too smug for someone whose pussy I'm fully inside of right now" He said, not even letting you catch your breath before he brought his hand to your clit. "J-just shut up" you said exasperated "Oh no sweetheart" he circled your clit "you shut up" he kissed your cheek "I won" he kissed your jawline "I beat you Y/n" now your neck, never stopping his thrusts or fingers either "I get to talk" now the skin just below your ear "I get to say everything I want" he looked at you now "you on the other hand" he chuckled "well you can't" "Because you lost" there was such a tight knot in your belly that you felt like you were gonna explode, and as much as you wanted to tell him to fuck off, or that he was a crazy bastard, that stupid feeling distracted you, and only a series of high-peached groans lest your mouth, as you got closer and closer to your much-earned relief. "what you can't even talk?" he said, as his cock was wrapped tightly around your walls "You can't even answer me?" he defied you "can't even tell me how much I disgust you huh?" his fingers kept moving fast "If I had known this was all it took to shut you up, I would have done it a long time ago" There was sweat on his forehead and his eyes were cruising all over your face, examing and without a doubt enjoying every single expression, every single muscle contorting as he was fucking you hard. "You're coming" he breathed out, feeling your walls clenching around him "god you feel so fucking good when you squeeze me sweetheart" he mumbled, his thrusts getting sloppier "Come y/n, just give up baby" he groaned "You already fucking lost anyway". A fire exploded inside you, spreading through your whole body, you shouted his name and then other profanities as your body convulsed from the pleasure, abandoning yourself completely to the feeling, and then you felt him come too, his hot cum filling you up deeply. You both caught your breath silently as he put you down on the floor. Your legs weren't all that ready as they stumbled beneath your weight. " Well, shit" you exhaled, looking up at him in disbelief as he grinned "I still hate you you know?" "Oh, I know" he smiled " trust me I know"

Listen!!listen!!

Imagine simon is angry...like! So so so angry , and how does he release his anger?

He fuck the living shit out of you

He take his anger all out on YOU

The way his hand grip the back of your hair and his other hand gripping your hip while pounding roughly against your pussy and you been laying on the bed for who know how long , ass up , face pressing down on the pillow and you don't know how much did you cum and his cum inside of your pussy . You can't do anything but moan

Okay...hear me out... Simon call you a slut , bitch and a whore for him to fuck and he ain't stop when the anger is gone-...wait no he don't care , he still gonna fuck you until is morning

Y/N: If karma won't fuck you, I will.

Liam: Is this a pickup line or a threat?

Y/N: Both.

Right For Once

Steve Murphy x F!Reader

For the @narcosfandomdiscord July Smut Alphabet prompt: angry sex

Warnings: 18+, language, smut, choking

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Me?? Doing a smut challenge despite typically avoiding writing smut like it's the plague?? It's more likely than you think!! Honestly, I'm super excited to see what I end up coming up with for this challenge. Here's to getting out of our comfort zones in July. 😌 Kicking things off with Steve Murphy because I can lmao

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You didn’t know how the two of you had gone from arguing in the car, to arguing while walking up the steps to your place, to suddenly being tangled up and pinned against the closed door of your apartment. The entire drive back to your place, Steve hadn’t had a single good thing to say to you. And you were pissed off enough to reciprocate his energy. The two of you were physically and mentally beat up after how the day had gone, but you weren’t too tired to refrain from picking a fight. It was a real choice, after all, for him to be giving you so much shit about making rash decisions when he’d made quite the habit of waving his gun around in spaces that he shouldn’t.

But now all the snide remarks were being muted as his lips moved against yours, teeth pulling at yours just slightly. His hands were wrapped around your wrists, keeping your arms pinned above your head while he used his torso to keep you pressed tight between him and the door. One of his legs was wedged between yours, and you hated the way that your body automatically responded by grinding against him.

He finally pulled his lips off of yours, dragging your bottom lip just enough to make it sting as he did. You were fighting to catch your breath, your mind in complete disarray from everything, from the day, from the fact that you could feel the warmth of Steve’s breath against your face as he stayed so close to you.

“And I’m the reckless one,” you snapped with a roll of your eyes. Your sarcasm would’ve hit a little harder if you didn’t sound so breathless.

His grip on your wrists tightened. He leaned in, closing what little shred of distance he’d put between you, his nose brushing against yours. “You fuckin’ are.”

You shook your head at him, giving him a little resistance, trying to fight back against his hold on you just enough. It got you nowhere, of course. If anything, it just had him pinning you harder, his hips pressed against yours.

“This is you using good judgment, then?” you asked, knowing that he could hear the smugness in your tone even though his face was too close to yours for him to see it in your expression.

He let go of your wrists, hands dropping so that they were balled into the collar of your shirt instead. Somehow you almost felt more trapped that way even though you had back the use of your hands.

“Do you know what could’ve happened out there? What shit you could’ve fuckin’ landed yourself in? Landed all of us in?”

You leaned back, letting the back of your head tap against the door behind you. “Why don’t you fucking enlighten me, Agent Murphy?”

“Do you think that you weren’t wrong?”

You scoffed, trying to remain as collected as you could given the circumstances. “You’ve made it pretty goddamn clear that I was wrong, Steve.” You paused. “Got a weird way of showing it, but—”

The tic in his jaw was impossible to miss. You could only imagine what he was thinking, the remarks in his head that he wanted to say. You were waiting for it, for the next verbal blow. How he hadn’t exhausted himself between base and your apartment was beyond you.

Instead of coming back with another comment, he pinned you with another bruising kiss. You knew it was coming this time, and while the logical part of your brain was telling you that you should try to quit while you were still half a stride ahead of whatever mess this was about to turn into, another part of you was saying that the way was already an absolute shitshow, so what was one more thing? Steve was already pissed at you about literally everything else, so why not just throw this on the pile? At least this would be something the two of you could be mad about tomorrow, when you were done being mad about everything that had happened today.

One of his hands moved from your collar up to the side of your neck. His thumb pressed just beneath your chin, keeping your head tilted at just the right angle to keep your lips on his. You busied yourself with undoing the buckle of his belt. The slight hitch in his breathing when you started on the button and zipper of his pants wasn’t lost on you.

Bringing your hands up to his chest, you rested your palms flat against him before pushing him back. It wasn’t out of resistance this time, not trying to push him away from you. Both of you were fully resigned to whatever mistake this ended up being now. Your push this time was a direction. Rough guidance, the only kind either of you really knew how to give. And he followed the cue, allowing you to get him back to the couch in the center of your living room.

When Steve felt the backs of his legs press against the sofa, he made a point to stop, to not let you keep pushing. His hands gripped onto your hips, pivoting the two of you so that you now had your back to the couch. He pushed you back just enough for you to fall back onto the cushions and he was on you in an instant.

Before you could take too much time to think about it, your shoes and jeans were on the floor and Steve was hovering over you. It was close, almost cramped quarters on the couch for the two of you, but it’d work. It was fitting. Maybe if he was in the mood to clean up the mess of the day rather than make it worse you would’ve let him fuck you on your bed.

You were pushing his jeans down off his waist just as he was curling his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. He pulled them down your legs at the same time he pulled himself away from you. He only put enough distance between you so that he could take off and cast aside his own clothes. Then he was right back on you, pulling up the bottom hem of your shirt to peel it off over your head. You’d started off undoing the buttons on his shirt, but you only made it about three-fourths of the way before every single type of frustration coursing through you got the better of you and you ripped the remaining few, hearing a couple of them clatter on the floor.

Steve mumbled something against your lips, a sentence you couldn’t quite make out but you knew that he wasn’t thanking you for what you’d just done. Whatever rebuttal you would’ve come up with was lost the second you felt his hand running up the inside of your thigh. The string of curses that you let out under your breath when his fingers slipped between your legs was something he would’ve taken more pride in on a different day under different circumstances.

Your legs were just beginning to tremble when he pulled his hand away. Your head dropped back against the cushion as you muttered an exasperated, “Fuck me.”

Steve let your annoyed statement act as an instruction as he gripped onto your hips and pushed into you. Your legs immediately hooked around his waist, locking him to you. His hips snapped against yours in a way that had you clawing at his back, asking for more with everything but your words. His lips slid down the column of your neck, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin there until they sunk in right where your neck met your shoulder. You arched into him at the contact, nails setting in a little deeper.

You knew from the second he pulled his mouth off of you that there would be a mark left behind when this was all over. Just another piece of the mess. What was one more bruise?

He put enough distance between the two of you so that he could look down at you and really see you. Despite the motions that you were going through, the peculiar intimacy of it all, you could still see and feel the tension between you. Even knowing it wasn’t going to fix the issue, you still didn’t want to stop. A thought crossed your mind in scattered fragments that you would rather take all of Steve’s anger like this, let it be a problem between the two of you that you tried to work out this way, instead of him constantly making his anger everyone else’s problem that he came across. This had to be better than that, right? It certainly felt better for the moment.

His hand slid up your stomach and over your chest, creeping higher until his hand was resting around your throat. He didn’t say anything for a moment, and neither did you. The look on his face asked the question for him, because he was an asshole, sure, and he had been beyond pissed off with you all day, but still. He still hesitated with the silent question.

You were pissed off too. With him and just about everything else. But right now it was just you and him. And as much as you wanted to make things more difficult just for the sake of doing so, you found yourself nodding instead, curiosity beyond piqued at the way things were unfolding.

His hand tightened and your eyes instantly fluttered shut, body arching into him before you even knew what you were doing. Your eyes were closed and you couldn’t see him, but you heard the breathy, “Fuck,” he let out at the sight of you like that. For a brief moment he almost forgot the hell you’d put him through.

He heard the shaky gasp of a breath that you pulled in despite his grip. He could feel the way your body began to tremble the closer you got to release. Your nails bit into his arm, his shoulder, but you weren’t fighting against him. You were just out of ways to pull him closer so you had to settle for that.

Something about the sight of you like that, coming undone beneath him, looking so blissed out despite having no right after all the hell you’d caused, sent him over the edge right after you. His hand slipped away from your throat as he collapsed against you, his face buried in the crook of your neck for a moment as he felt the thudding of your heart, listened to the sound of you sucking in a full breath. Your hands rested on his back, flat, gentle compared to the way you’d been raking your nails against him before.

Once the two of you had started to catch your breath, you let your hands drift so that they were resting against his sides. “Steve?” you said, voice still a bit raspy.

He pulled back, looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t quite piece apart. “Yea?”

“Get the fuck off me.” You started to push him away from you, not roughly, but you needed the breathing space. “Please,” you added on, the ultimate afterthought.

He scoffed and shook his head, but he did what you said. You were pretty sure it was the first time you’d ever seen Steve without something to say. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he gathered his clothes off the floor. He tossed you yours as he came across them, and you shimmied into them the best you could from your current position on the couch.

Once he was dressed, his shirt open at the bottom because of the missing buttons, Steve ran his hands back through his hair. His face was flushed, tinged pink in a way that you might’ve found endearing if you weren’t so annoyed still.

He let out a deep sigh before looking over at you. “So…”

You sat up, swinging your legs off the couch so you were sitting on it properly. Bracing your arms against your thighs, you repeated the word back to him. “So?”

“What,” he gestured vaguely in the air, “the fuck now?”

You shrugged, running your hands down your face. “You can stay and we can keep arguing, or you can leave and we can argue again tomorrow.”

His brows knit. “You don’t think we should talk about—”

“Is it gonna change anything?” you asked, cutting him off. “I mean, really. Is anything actually different now?”

“I mean, yea, I was just fuckin’—” he stopped himself short this time, shaking his head. “You know what? You’re right.” He threw his hands up in defeat.

You let out a sarcastic laugh. “Wow. First time I’ve heard you say that all day.”

“It’s the first time you haven’t been wrong all day,” he rebutted.

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks for making sure I got home safe, Agent Murphy. Now get the fuck out of my apartment.”

You weren’t yelling, but the look on Steve’s face had you thinking that he almost wished that you were. At least then he’d have a reason to respond in kind. Instead, he shook his head as he made his way to the door. He muttered under his breath, “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

If your head had been a little less foggy, you would’ve gotten the last word in. Instead, all you got was the sound of your apartment door slamming. Letting out a deep sigh, you leaned back against the back of your couch, staring up at your apartment ceiling. On top of everything else, now you had this to deal with too. You’d decide for sure in the morning if it was worth the trouble it caused.

angry sex - han jisung x reader kinktober #3

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day three- "hate" sex

reader! afab!reader, fem!reader

word count! 1.6k words

tags! angry sex, unprotected sex (NO), teasing, riding

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“You’re such a fucking asshole, Jisung!”

“Oh, right, I’m the asshole! You walk around like a fucking slut all day long and I’m supposed to-“

“A slut?!”

This argument has been going on for a good ten minutes. Since you’re in your own dorm, you decided to wear a tight tank top and short shorts to cool down after dance practice. 

You felt like your roommate had been a little too focused on you the whole day. He’s a gorgeous man, and you do have a bit of a crush on him, so it’s not like you exactly mind. But he’s just so brash about it. 

He started making his stares more obvious, but he made a snide little comment and it touched a nerve. 

“Those don’t cover much” feels very different coming from a man sitting on the couch.  no matter how much you like him. 

This escalated from little quips to now a full tirade. But as the annoyance settles deep down in your stomach, something else joins it. More than a little lust. 

It doesn’t make much sense. He’s being so rude and you’re genuinely mad at him. But there’s something about how he looks- the set of his jaw, the vein in his neck, the way he annoyedly pushes his hair back. It reminds you of your attraction to him, of the nights you’ve touched yourself wishing it was his fingers in you instead of your own.

You take a deep inhale through your nose, holding your breath and wishing the fluttering  in your pussy to stop.

He leans in close to your face, eyes still hard and cold. 

“It’s not my fault you-“

“It’s not my fault you hate that you wanna fuck me!” You snap, desperate for him to stop talking. 

His round cheeks flush a deep shade of red, and his indignant tone  turns defensive. 

“What?! What are you- what are you talking about?!” He snaps. You scoff and roll your eyes.

“Oh come off it! You can barely control yourself around me. I’m not a slut, you’re just a desperate bitch! The only reason you haven’t tried anything is because you’re too much of a pussy-“

He shuts you up with a kiss. It was a stupid, impulsive move, but it’s a welcome one. The pent up frustration fuels the kiss- the way he grips your hair, the way you bunch his shirt up in your fingers. 

You pull away briefly, both of you stunned by his decision. And both of you instantly recognize how much you want to do more than kiss. You practically fall into his lap, grinding against his groin as he positions you both on the couch. 

He tastes like cherry chapstick, and you can’t get enough of his pillowy, perfect lips. He arches his hips up to grind against your pussy. You can feel his growing bulge, feel how he’s desperate for the warmth of your dampening cunt. 

The beaks for air cease, both of you hungry to taste more of each others’ lips and tongue. His hand taps against the waistband of your shorts, non-verbally asking for permission to touch you. You try to guide his hand into your pants, but he just slips it down to your pussy above your shorts. 

He starts slowly rubbing you through your shorts and panties. He’s more letting you grind yourself down onto his fingers. He finally slips his fingers into your shorts, playing with your clit through your panties. He runs his fingers up and down the length of your slit, coating his digits in your essence. 

You moan into the kiss and he pulls back. 

“That feel good?” He asks. “You enjoying that?” You nod without thinking and he chuckles. “I told you you’re a slut.” He says it in such a gentle way that it angers you yet again. 

“Shut the fuck up.” You snap. “Just touch me properly, Jisung.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says sarcastically. 

He sticks his fingers inside of you, thumbing your clit as he fingers you. He’s muttering insults and praises as he does so, calling you things like  “a slut, but such a well-behaved slut” or a “desperate baby.” You snap back, calling him “a wannabe fucktoy” and a “dog in heat.” The bickering makes it better, and this is evident by the juices running down the man’s wrist. 

His cock is still straining to get out of his sweatpants, and his fingers aren’t doing it anymore. 

“Jisung.” You sigh. 

“Hm?”

“Put it in me.”

“You sure? I don’t have a-“

“Put it in me or I swear to God I’ll fucking kill you.” You snap at him. 

“Fine, fine. Christ, you’re so fucking demanding. Up.”

You roll off him and pull your shorts off as he pulls his sweats down below his pelvis. He wasn’t wearing boxers, which explains all the sighing and groaning as you two barely humped. He grabs your wrist before you can take your panties off, pulling you back onto his lap. 

He just moves the soaked fabric to the side, the cold air sending a shiver down your spine. He grabs his erect cock and teases your hole with it. 

“Motherfucker-“ you hold the base of his dick and sit down, moaning as his girth stretches you out. The head touches deep, hitting a place in your stomach no one has reached before. Your legs shake from pleasure, and it only intensifies when he starts thrusting. 

It feels amazing. Your cunt is clenching tighter around him, instinctively trying to pull him in. You lean forward and attach yourself to his neck to keep from moaning. 

He can tell, and he wants to make fun of you for it. But as you suck hickeys and hit marks across his neck and collar bone, it’s as if he forgets how to speak. The warm tightness of your pussy certainly isn’t helping. 

Jisung has waited a while for this. It’s obvious in the way he’s breathing, grunting, clutching at you. He’s waiting for so long. Waited to taste your lips, to feel you from the inside. Every flirty little glance, every skirt that just happened to be a bit too short. Everything drove him closer to you, made him want to touch you more. And now he finally got his motherfucking chance. Sure, you’ll hate him after. But he finally got to stuff you full of cock and feel you collapse around him. And that’s worth it. 

You finally pull yourself together and sit up again, rolling your hips to feel the veins of his shaft anywhere you can. Jisung  pulls your shirt up over your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth as you ride him. 

“You’re such a fucking baby. You know that?” You tease. His teeth pinch in a bit and he smirks at the way you hiss. You  stop teasing and let yourself get lost in the feeling. His moans send vibrations through you, adding yet another type of stimulation. Fuck, he’s good at that. The way he plays with your tits  as his cock pounds into makes you throw your head back in pleasure. 

There’s not an ounce of regret in your body for this decision. The way his tongue feels, the way your walls squeeze around his cock, the sting of his hand coming down against your ass. Everything is so good, and ass the pleasure fills your head up like syrup, you almost forget you were annoyed at him. Almost. 

“Calling me a slut…” You groan. “When you were dying to stick it in me. You’re glued to my tots like a fuck-fucking baby after taking all that shit?” He spits you out and bites the crook of your neck. You whine, your insults catching in your throat. 

It pisses you off how he knows just what to do. That he somehow knew how sensitive your breasts are. That he knew about that sensitive spot in your neck. His body is flush with yours, not just physically, but psychologically. His teeth unlatch from your neck and he rests his chin on your shoulder, holding your hips down so you can’t move. 

“You’re such a big talker, Y/N. I could practically taste you soaking  through your panties during our little spat. Don’t say I was dying to ‘stick it in you’ when it took one kiss for me to get it done.” 

He snaps his hips up, a moan tearing out of your throat and cutting off your response. He’s fucking up into your rapidly, chasing deeper spots inside of you. It’s like he wants to reach your cervix, or at least trying to cum sooner. And he is. He wants to cum so badly. He wants your pussy to draw it out of him, to bust inside of you. He knows he shouldn’t, and more importantly that he didn’t ask, but he wants to. He wants to so so so so bad-

“Fuck me, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum Y/N I’m gonna cum-!”

You pull yourself off him at the last second, falling forward into his chest as he instinctively wraps his arms around your back. His thighs shake under yours as his orgasm wracks his body. 

You stay there together on the couch, trying to catch your breath. You don’t think about the cum that shot across the floor, the way someone could walk in at any moment. You just sit there huffing. Jisung laughs, taunting you between pants. 

“I… I told you… you’re a slut-“

“Shut the fuck up.”

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I’m sorry I’m behind my schedule is actually evil omg. I’ll be fully up to date by Sunday. Sorry for wait guys <3

I really wanna write a Rhea x Reader storyline for right after Monday’s RAW. Something angry/angsty/smutty!

Would people read?

Our Last Night~Draco Malfoy x Reader

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Female!reader

Warnings: Angst | Kissing | Angry sex | Toxic relationship | Degradation kink | Fingering | P in V sex | Crying during sex

Authors Note: Modern AU where characters are college students. English isn't my first language. MDNI

"I'm leaving, y/n, you can't change my mind."

I stare blankly at the tall slender man across from me. The sheer light slanting through the window cuts across his face, outlining him in sharp, harsh lines. He was tall and slender, almost gaunt, having the look of someone who hadn't eaten quite enough in too large of a time. And still, he was beautiful, fuck, he was so beautiful.

I grimace at the man, "Dropping out of college isn't going to solve your problems, Draco. Kissing up to your dad isn't going to make him love you. Hell, I don't know if there's anyone out there who will ever love you." I spit angrily on his shoes, the pretentious bastard that he is.

His face twists into a scowl, "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

I laugh, "I think I know better than anyone. Who else do you even talk to? And don't tell me Crab and Goyle. I know those two only care about who gives the best titjobs on campus."

Draco sighs angrily, "I don't tell you everything. And you wouldn't understand anyway."

The grin on my face grows, so much my cheeks begin to hurt, but I can feel the tears in my eyes. "Now you sound like a fucking teenager. You're not misunderstood, Draco, grow up."

"Fucking hell, y/n," his voice raises to a yell, "can't you just be genuine for once? Stop heckling me. I'm leaving. And I don't owe you an explanation." He runs his hand through his blonde hair, and I realize he's shaking.

I look down, feeling my face grow hot. My stomach churns with emotions I can't even begin to understand. I want to cry, but not infront of him.

"Right, because I'm just a fuck toy for you, huh? Just another body. You're right, you don't owe my anything." I say.

I deflate then, growing numb. He's leaving. Draco Malfoy is leaving. And he can't even tell me why.

Draco gazes at me through half-lidded gray eyes. His hair is illuminated in the dying sunlight, casting a halo around his head. He looks like an angel. He watches me, his eyes traveling up and down my body slowly. I know what he came for. What he always comes for.

And honestly? I'm no better than him. I want him. I always have. And now he's slipping away from me. If one last night is the closest I can get to him, I better make it a good one.

I walk forward, pushing the man down onto the bed behind him. It was as single bed, the most I could afford in my dorm room. He didn't say anything, but his eyes glowed with desire. He leaned back and I stradled his hips, his strong hands gripping my thighs.

Slowly, I began moving my hips, grinding down on his hard crotch. He groaned gently and moved his head back. I decided to punish him, go so painfully slow he wouldn't be able to bear it. I teased him, moving slow c-shapes on his dick.

"Faster." He said, low and dangerous.

I smirked, looking down into his steely eyes while keeping my slow pace. He pushed my hips down forcefully onto his crotch, the rough fabric of his jeans felt heavenly against my thin cotton shorts. I liked when he was rough with me.

Draco leaned his head in, close to my ear. I could feel his hot breaths against the skin of my neck, sending slight shivers down my spine. "Fucking grind, slut. Or I'll get up right know and leave you here like a bitch in heat." He rasped.

Empty threats, I thought. But his hot breath on my skin and the anger and desparation in his voice just turned me on. I obliged, grinding down on him, not bothering to tease him anymore. His warm pianist hands slipped under my shirt, playing with the straps of my brallete.

I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, revealing a plain black bra. Draco's eyes observed me with the perfect mix of distain and desire. Hate and lust. He unclasped my bra with deft hands and moved them over my breasts gently, briefly pinching my nipples and twisting lightly. I moaned, despite myself and he smirked.

Without warning, Draco grabbed my waist and pulled me under him, so I was looking up at him while he held his body over mine. He held his weight carefully on his forearms, as not to squash me. Although I wouldn't mind.

Draco began kissing my neck, softly at first, under my jaw and along the vulnerable flesh of my collarbones. He bit softly, kissing my skin so hard it would surely leave marks in the morning. He worked his way down to my breasts, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking gently, teasing the hard skin with his teeth. I shivered with pleasure. He did the same to my other breast and then moved up to look me in my eyes.

My breathing hitched. His eyes burned as he pressed his lips to mine harshly, moving his tongue into my mouth almost immediately. Our tongues battled for dominance until eventually his took over and moved to explore my mouth. He bit my lower lip.

I ripped away from his firm kiss. Draco tasted so familiar. Like apples, and iron, and heat. I gazed at his face, our breaths mixing in the closed space between us. He was breathing hard and fast, I could smell the desire on him. Then I kissed him again, harder. He moaned softly, reaching to tangle his hand in my hair. I flicked my tongue along the bottom of his mouth, relishing in his taste, his feel.

Draco was the one to pull away this time, wrenching his shirt over his head and moving hastily to unbuckle his jeans. He was shaking. When he looked up at me, I could see he was crying.

I crawled over to him, kissing the tears from his face. The taste of salt filled my mouth. I kissed his eyes, his nose, his mouth. Around us, the room grew dark. Draco pulled me against his chest, which was almost burning hot. I looked up at him and he scowled.

"Say you hate me."

"What?" I asked.

"Say you fucking hate me." He wipped his face with his arm, sneering at me. My eyes fell to his taught muscles, the sharp lines of his stomach. I gazed back into his eyes, sneering right back.

"I hate you." His eyes fell shut, his hands slid into my shorts, pulling them off my legs.

He smirked again when he saw I wasn't wearing anything underneath. "No panties? Whore."

"Shut the fuck up." He smiled darkly and moved his hand slowly up my thigh. I groaned in anticipation. His fingers touched gently around my slit, feeling that I was already agonizingly wet. Draco brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them gently.

"Needy for me already?"

"I hate you, Draco." I said again. Feeling blood rush to my cheeks. "Get on with it then. Make me feel good."

He slid off his boxers, cocking an eyebrow at me. "And why should I do that? Bitch." I moaned as he pressed two fingers inside of me. I realized something then about the two of us, me and Draco. We fed off eachother's hate. It turned us on. The lines between hate, love, lust all blurred in our minds. Until neither of us knew what we truly felt.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb harshly over my clit, making me yell out in pleasure.

Draco clamped his hand over my mouth, "Godric, you're loud. I'll have to gag you if you can't keep quiet." His fingers slid deeper into me, finding my g-spot in 0.5 seconds. I moaned into his hand, feeling a coil build in my stomach. "Can you take another one?" Before I could respond, he shoved a third finger inside me, curling them. The coil inside me broke and I came on his hand.

He rode me through my high, fingering me gently to help me achieve the maximum pleasure. Draco removed his hand, wet with my slick. He smiled, removing his hand from my mouth and replacing it with his fingers. The taste of my juices made me groan, my body writhing on the bed. I licked his hand clean.

Draco lifted me off the bed, onto his knees. "I think," he said, moving me so that I sat just behind his large dick, "You should ride me."

I obediently sunk down onto his cock, feeling him fill me up completely. I leaned forward, gripping the headboard of my dorm bed for balance. I bounced eagerly on his length, both of us moaning loudly. He gripped my hips, moving my ass exactly where he wanted. I felt Draco move one hand to touch my clit, sending waves of pleasurer through my body. He began thrusting up into me, and I could feel the coil in my stomach tightening again. He reached up to twist one of my nipples again, pushing me over the edge. My hips began moving on their own, my body spasming. I could feel my pussy clench on his dick and he groaned, orgasming inside of me.

My body slumped onto the mattress, I stared up at the ceiling, feeling my body tremble. My inner thighs were throbbing, my sensitive skin tingling. Draco lay next to me, breathing heavily. I looked over at him, his gray eyes already on mine.

"You know what the worst part is?" I said, closing my eyes so I wouldn't have to see his face. His cloudy eyes, his slightly parted lips. Those long blonde eyelashes casting slight shadows of his gaunt skin. He truly was perfect.

"I still love you." I didn't open my eyes to see if he heard me or if he had fallen asleep. I couldn't bear it. Sometimes, ignorance is a blessing.

When I woke up, he was gone.

Hello,

I was wondering if it were possible to write a Tyler galpin x reader smut where he is like basically feral and running on pure instinct? I'm a big fan of your writing and it would much appreciated 👍

Thank you~~~~

pairing: Dom!Tyler Galpin x Sub!Fem!reader summary:Tyler teaches you a lesson after you messed up Warnings: not exactly con, face fucking, shit ton of degrading, MeanasfuckDom!Tyler, unprotected penetrative sex, choking and slapping a/n: This is a lot, I'm serious, so please don't read it if you are impressionable or in any way triggered by any of the warnings. That said, I wrote this while writing an essay about a saint, so yeah, that was an experience.

You’ve gotta learn

"I'm sorry" you said, for the thousand time since you had entered the room. His room, his blue-walled room, filled with posters and CDs. A normal teenager's room, where one should do their homework and dream of the future. But that was before, before Marilyn Thornhill, before the hyde, before he had killed and killed countless innocent souls. Now it was a facade, a distant reminder of what it could have been, of what he could have been. “I’m really sorry Tyler” your eyes were starting to wet, pathetic useless tears were threatening to spill out of them “ I fucked up”  “Fuck if you did” he said harshly “you had one job and you still managed to fuck it up” he yelled “I swear to god if I get caught because of you “ his index finger pointed threateningly at you “I don’t even fucking know “ he exhaled, dropping his hands by his side. “I’m sorry” you mumbled as a tear streamed down your face. “Are you serious?” He stepped towards you “Are you fucking crying?” You gulped. He was scary when he was mad. You had seen it before, since you began helping him you had uncovered shades of him that you had never met. Things he hid from the word, moments of rage, of anger so powerful you had found yourself fearing for your life. Wondering if you were gonna get out alive, or if his feral eyes were gonna be the last thing you ever saw. And now there it was again, the Tyler nobody knew, the real one, towering over you. “I’m so-“ a sob interrupted your words. “Oh stop” he said annoyed, “ you think your apologies will change something?” he hissed and you looked at your shoes, not able to bear his gaze anymore “huh?” He tilted his head to meet your eyes “answer me” “N-no. You’re right” you sobbed now, not in control of your emotions. "Stop " he gritted "Or I'll give you something to fucking cry about" he gripped your face  "and I won't stop even when you beg" he inhaled your scent "not until you'll have no more tears left "  You looked at him apologetically “I-I” “Choose your words wisely y/n” his low voice seemed calmer now, but you knew he wasn’t. That was the tone he used when he knew what he wanted, and was determined to get it. And you knew what he wanted. “I’m sorry” another tear wet your face. He smirked, because he knew, because you had done just what he wanted you to. “Get on your knees” You looked at him, fear very clear in your irides. The last time this happened you ended up having to hide bruises all over your body. “Tyler-“ “Get on your knees y/n, and open your mouth” You did. “Maybe this way you’ll learn to shut up” He unzipped his pants and they pooled at his feet with his boxers. His cock sprained right in front of you. Staring at you threateningly. “Stick your tongue out” he ordered, as he gathered your hair in his fist. You obeyed again, and he pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at him, before he slowly pushed his dick into your mouth. You gagged once his tip hit the back of your throat, and he groaned, not stopping but pushing himself even deeper. More tears pooled in your eyes. “What, you don’t have anything to say anymore?” He retracted his hips and thrust hard back into your mouth “No more pathetic apologies?” He did it again, his grip on your hair getting stronger. He chuckled “ it’s hard to do that with my dick in your mouth”  Your bare knees were hurting, bent against the cold tiles.  He pushed himself into you again “isn’t it?” He humiliated you, as he started going faster, strings of saliva falling and sticking all over your chin. "Isn't it?" he asked again, yanking your head back. He wanted you to answer. As if the mascara down your face and your knees on the floor weren't enough. You nodded, humming in agreement around his cock. He chuckled "such a fucking slut" before resuming his rhythm. "you just have to be told everything" he kept going " so fucking pathetic" "i have to do this you see?" he growled "or else you're never gonna fucking learn"  "you understand?" he asked, choking you on his dick, like you could have answered.  you stared at him, your eyes red from the tears and your face wet from both them and your own spit. you had never felt so impotent in your life, completely at the mercy of someone else, not strong enough to fight back, but most importantly, most scarily, too in love to even try. Because that was the truth. You loved him, you loved him more than you loved yourself, more than your own life. He was a monster, a killer, a criminal, and yet he protected you, he held you and he was there, he was always there for you. So even at times like this, even when you knew something wrong was happening you couldn't help but think it was for him. You were helping him, just like he had helped you times and times before. And yes, of course, the modality was really diffrent, but the outcome was the same. What were a couple bruises compared to his face afterward? Compared to all he had done for you? And so you nodded, granting him what he wanted, what he needed. "tell me what you understood" he ordered, removing his cock from your mouth. You coughed softly "Y-you are doing it for m-me" you answered stuttering "Why?" he pushed himself into your mouth again, taking you by surprise. More tears traveled to your chin before he took it out. "T-to make me l-learn" "That's right" he said, bending down to you "don't you think you should thank me?"  You swallowed nervously "t-thank you" you bit your lip "thank you Tyler" you whispered almost inaudibly. "What's this?" he asked angrily, grabbing your face "I want you to properly thank me" Your eyes widened, part of you thought he was gonna be more clement this time, but turns out you were wrong. "Quickly before I make you" he said, calmly threatening you. "O-ok"  Your trembling hands went to unbutton your shirt and as you started his cold voice interrupted you "faster" he ordered impatiently, and so you did, unbuttoning everything before you took the garment off. His eyes fell to your breasts, covered only by a black lacey bra. "take it off" he growled You did, freezing a moment to let him take in all of you. Then you got up, stumbling a bit, but succeeding nonetheless, and you looked at him in the eyes, like you knew he wanted, and also to spot any signs of a mistake, as you unzipped your skirt, and pulled it down, stepping out of it. once his expression didn't change, anger mixed with hunger always predominant in his eyes, you kept going, pulling your panties down too. you stopped now. "what are you waiting for?"  you looked behind you at the bed and then back at him. There was no getting out of it. you were gonna do it for him your heart started racing as you sat down on the bed, glancing at him one last time before laying down. You slowly bent your knees and then spread your legs. He appeared next to you and you watched as he got on the bed, slowly getting on top of you. He gripped your face, your cheeks squeezed between his hand as he scrutinized you, every single inch of your face "You're gonna be good?" he said "Mh?"  "Y-yes"  "good" he let you go, his hand going to his cock to position it at your entrance, while his other one slid up your chest all the way to your neck. He gripped it, and you whimpered. Turtleneck it was. "shh" he shushed you, as he entered you slowly, a pace you knew was gonna be forgotten in about a second. "Shut up" his grip got tighter "You've gotta learn" He looked at you, a faint smirk ghosting over his face. "don't you?" He didn't give you time to agree with him as he thrust out and in you again strongly, your whole body bouncing back against the headboard. Fuck that hurt. You gasped and he didn't even acknowledge you as he did it again, and then again, and again. "so fucking stupid" his dick was pounding into you relentlessly, not an ounce of mercy in his thrusts "need to be told everything" his grip was getting tighter again "need to be taught everything" it was getting hard to breathe "need to have my dick in your mouth" he bent down closer to you, his words firing at your face "in your pussy" you were trying to gasp for air as your vision went blurry "to learn when to shut up" "T-Tyl-" you tried speaking "You said you'd be good y/n"  "I can't- I can't breath-" "I know" he said coldly, and your heart dropped. maybe this was really gonna be it. "pl-please" you begged, a tear streaming down your face. "fuck you're pathetic" he kept his hand where it was, his thrusts getting harder "such a cry baby" he kept going, your head hitting the wooden headboard again " I liked you better when you couldn't talk"  Black dots soiled your sight. "Tyle-" you tried again, but one of his hands came down your cheek, slapping you, your head swang to the side. Your mouth widened, but no sounds came out. "shut the fuck up" he grunted "I'm almost done" There was blood on your lips. He was still going, his grip on your neck always the same, just like his pace, and you were bleeding, trying to get some air in your lungs. This was Tyler, And this was you. "fuck you feel good" he groaned, his grip unintentionally loosening as his thrust got sloppier "Such a slut" His cock twitched inside you "such a fucking slut" he came, groaning loudly. You looked at him, your eyes empty, tired, looking for something, even an ounce of emotion, any at all to go on off, and he looked away, pulling out of you.

𐬻ᯐ⚠︎︎ Enemies with my Lieutenant | Simon ‘ghost’ Riley x Y/N

!!!!!Smut!!!!!

I have never played cod MW2 yet so if any of this is wrong I am very sorry!!

Warnings: angst, yelling, argument, angry sex, pet names, slapping, rough sex, andddd degrading! :D

Plot: you and Simon have never gotten along. Simon was just so blunt and so fucking rude! You hated him and he hated you. Right? That’s how it always was and will be.. except on one of your missions something interesting happens

Code name for reader: !poltergeist!

Y/N’s POV:

I sigh softly. Sitting up on the bunk bed as i grunt. God the beds here were hard which wasn’t helping with the fact that We had a mission tonight. Shit what time is it? Ok good only 5am. I slide down the shitty ladder from the bunk bed and land on my feet and start to walk to the small dresser I kept my things in as I start to look around in it as I hear someone clear there throat. Ghost. God I fucking hated his stuck up attitude, intimidating demeanor, stupid scoffs he made, the way his stupid bulk, muscular body flexed when he wore muscle shirts, the way he slightly lifted his mask to the bridge of his nose when drinking, he’s stupidly attractive stubble. Wait- do I like my Lieutenant? No. No I don’t. Me, soap, gaz, and ghost all shared a room with bunks. I bunked with ghost, him obviously on the bottom and gaz and soap on the other bunk bed. I soon felt a presence behind me and I quickly grab my pants, my tight black shirt, bra, and panties as I started to quickly make my way to the showers. Currently I was dispatched with task force 141, only task force 141. Making me the only female in the group. I made my way to the showers and put my cloths down where they won’t get wet as I slipped into one of the showers and quickly shut the curtain as I let the hot water stream down my body. Once I was out, dressed, hair tied up, gelled, and ready I walked out into the training field. We were doing hand to hand combat with partners. Soap and gaz were fighting at the moment, price watching as I was with ghost, again.

I sigh as I got onto the mat and gave him a sheepish smile and put my hands up into fists. “I don’t throw first hits, ‘simon’.” I said in a cocky Tone as I gave him a grin. Before I knew it I was on the Matt, gripping at his ankle as I squint my eyes. “It’s ghost to you sweetheart.” He said in his harsh tone which wasn’t helping me focus. His booted foot was stepping on my throat cutting off my breath. I slipped my hand up his leg, right behind his knee and harshly pushed my thumb into a pressure point and grabbed his clothed leg and pushed up making him stumble back and fall onto his back. I was now on his lap, my forearm pressed into his neck, my knee pushed into his ribs threatening to snap one if he moved. “Careful we’re you put that ass of your sweetheart”. He choked out in his deep raspy voice as I felt his hand push under my knee and his free hand grab my head and slam it into the Matt making me gasp as he now had both of my hands behind my back and his knee digging into my back painfully. “I tap out!” I shout loudly as he gets off me and I huff while I get up and brush myself off before I felt a harsh shove to my back by the one and only ghost. “Price said no pressure points poltergeist!” He shouted at me which ended in me and him getting pulled apart because of our screaming fit. Price holding me and soap held ghost. Again me and him did not get along. But god was it hot when he shouted. I harshly push back off price and storm off to me, ghost, soap, and gaz’s shared room. I sighed softly as I grabbed the dress I needed to wear and held it into my hands as I look down at it.

My mission was to distract a wanted drug cartel leader, drug him, bring him into my car where ghost would be waiting for me and him. I wore a mask like ghosts whenever I was on murder missions so nobody knew who I was. But many hated me due to my reputation. I left a silent mess wherever I killed which made me a target of most people we went after and earned me the code name poltergeist. Which also leads me into being a master assassin. I was dispatched into the 141 team after serving for awhile. Now here I was, once again on another mission with them. After I had calmed down I sat in front of a mirror and After about an hour I had put on a dark, Smokey look for my makeup. Tying my hair up in a braided bun and two strands in my face. The theme was ‘the darkest of elegant’ so I took that as an advantage to show off my form as much as I could. I put on a black dress with a slit in it that went up to my hip and one of the sleeves went down to the floor.

!Dress below!

I took a deep breath as I walked out of our shared room, my heels clicking as all eyes were on me. I felt confident and hot. Price nods to me, complimenting the dress as gaz and soaps jaws were on the floor making me laugh softly as ghost gave me a cold glare but there was something.. different in his eyes. Lust? Jealousy? I couldn’t put my finger on it. Once we all got into the army jeep we all started to talk, except for ghost. He was observing, me? Half way to the drop off at the mansion we had to drop me and Simon off in a limo to not raise suspicions. Ghost was driving as I sat in the passenger seat. About thirty minutes into the drive he spoke. “You look really good Y/N..” ghost muttered under his breath making me lift a brow “it’s poltergeist to you” I snapped back, repeating his own words. “God I’m giving you a bloody compliment take it ya fucking stubborn bitch” “excuse you?” And there we went again, a screaming fit. I shut him up when I open the door making him stop the car as I get out and start to walk into the building. I had an unnoticeable ear piece in where I heard soap com in. “Alright lass he’s gonna be in the VIP room. You don’t got a pass so you gotta be loud enough to make him hear you when you aren’t allowed access. If it doesn’t work we’re fucked”. He stopped talking with a click of his tongue and I sighed swallowing. Soap was watching me from a up high cliff with a sniper scope as price was back at our second stop with the army jeep to pick us back up.

I start to walk to the VIP room and I get stopped, getting told I wasn’t allowed through. “Oh but mister!” I give a pout, leaning down slightly as I got our targets attention. “Let her through” the man demanded and the guard let me through. I have an innocent smile as I walk over to our target as I sat on his thigh, my hand sliding down his shirt to his lower stomach. His hands cling to my waist and I let a giggle escape my lips. He bought us drinks as i kiss on his neck and look to the side, seeing him slip a drug into my drink making me smirk, my plan working out perfectly. as I lean my back onto his chest and grab our drinks My fingers worked there magic and switched the drinks as I gave him mine and he took the shot in one swing and I took his in one swing. I wince at the burning but bitter taste of vodka as I grabbed his hand and slowly led him out into my car once we got to the parking garage. I saw my limo and I opened the back door, pushing him into the back and shutting my door. “To bad your not gonna see these pretty tits today mister~” i hum into his ear making him groan confusingly as i harshly punch him, knocking him out as I tie his wrists, ankles, arms, legs, and Mouth as I shut the back door. The drug worked faster then i thought it would. I got into the passenger seat with a huff as I feel ghost eyeing me.

“What?” I hum. He lifted his mask to the bridge of his nose and licked his lip, harshly grabbing my jaw with his gloved hand and he kissed me roughly. Catching me off guard I gasp. Making me twist my torso in my seat to get more comfortable. After a second I kiss him back, my hands cupping his jaw as i close my eyes. No fucking way I was finally kissing my lieutenant. the man I was obsessed with for the past year. I felt his large hand lead down my jaw to my neck giving me goosebumps as I shiver, giving my neck a quick squeeze before harshly pushing me away and back into my seat as he started to drive, keeping his mask up. I was breathing heavily, completely stunned as I lick my lips and just look out the windshield. We stayed quiet the entire two rides.

I was already undressed and in the shower, letting the hot water stream down my body. Nobody was allowed in the shower at 11PM except for me so I could have my privacy. I heard footsteps come closer to my shower, wet ones? I slightly peaked out of the shower to only get slammed against the wall by a man with blue eyes and brown hair. ghost! And he had his mask off. God he was handsome. “You see what you do to me sweetheart? Fucking hell..” he grunted, resting his head on my shoulder as he softly grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on the base of his cock, letting me wrap my hand around his shaft. I bite my lip softly, pushing my thighs together as I swallow. The water didn’t use as much of a lube so I spit in my free hand, taking the other one away as I started to jerk him off with the one I spit in. Hearing low, deep grunts coming from his mouth just fueled my hand to go faster. I slowly slip to my knees, my hands softly placed on the man’s bare thighs. I look up at him to see his right hand on the wall holding him up as his head down looking at me. His left hand came down and softly grabbed my hair and got it into a ponytail with his hands which I was thankful for. I softly started to lick at his tip, taking it in my mouth and hollowing my cheeks as i swirl my tongue around his tip making him grunt. I started to take all of him, taking one of my hands of his thighs and started to massage his balls, squeezing them from time to time as I gag harshly once he hit the back of my throat. I swallow on him as I feel his hand grip my hair hard to keep me in place and before I knew it he was thrusting his entire cock down my throat making me gag and whine onto his dick. He pushed my head all the way down and i whimper softly, swallowing once again onto him as I look up at him. One of my eyes were closed and the other was lidded and teary. He groaned loudly as he looked down at me and started to bob my head up and down as i hollow my cheeks and close my eyes taking him. “Good fucking girl, taking her Lieutenants fucking cock like a cock slut huh?” I whimpered loudly onto his dick from his words, just making me wetter and wetter as he fucked my throat. After about 10 minutes of him Fucking my throat dry he pulled my head off of his cock as i pant heavily, drool connecting my lips to his red tip along with dripping down my chin as I kept my mouth open and tongue out looking up at him pathetically. He slapped his tip onto my tongue softly making me whine loudly up at him. “Be patient you fucking whore.” He said in his deep, gravely voice making me moan out in anticipation.

Just like that he pulled me up by under my arms and slammed me against the wall and roughly started to kiss me again and of course I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He wraps his hand around my neck, giving it a firm squeeze making me whimper as he slips his tongue in my mouth and explores, just making me whimper and whine becoming more and more desperate for the man I once hated. He broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting our lips as i breath heavily. “Come on now. Be a good girl for me sweetheart, yeah?” He hums into my ear as his hand goes under my thigh and lifts it up. I whine softly at the new position as he takes his hand away from my neck and starts to line himself up with my entrance, sliding his tip back and forth from between my folds making me more and more impatient. “Simon! Stop teasing please I’m- ah!~” I couldn’t finish my sentence due to him roughly thrusting his full size into me making me throw my head back in slight pain and mostly pleasure.

He brought his hand back up my body, giving my tits a firm squeeze before his hand went back down and rested on the small bump in my lower stomach, pressing down on it making me moan out loudly. One of his hands were holding under my thigh, spreading my legs whilst the other one was pressing on a bump caused by his dick. My head was back onto the tiled shower wall while his head was in my neck hiding his face in my neck as well. He grunted into my ear before starting to slam into me, making me moan loudly as I started to babble nothings. Drool slightly going down my chin as he continued to slam into me harshly. His hand that was once on my stomach was now rubbing fast circles onto my clit making me a moaning, babbling mess. His hips snapped against mine at a harsh pace, making me close within minutes of him thrusting into me. “C-cum I-I’m I’m ~ ah!!~” I moan out loudly as I cum hard onto his dick, making me chuckle as i mutter nothings about how good he feels. After awhile that felt like eternity his thrusts started to get sloppy and his grunts were turning into soft moans as he pulls out quick and removes his hand from my clit. He know starts to fuck his hand, throwing his head back as he cums all over my thighs and stomach making a lewd sight for him to see. He pants heavily, pumping his dick a few more times before he moves his hand under the shower stream and quickly washes it as he picks me up and softly sets me on my knees.

His fingers worked magic into my hair, shampooing and conditioning my hair and making sure I was okay before he dried me off and helped me slip into my cloths. We were walking back into the building as he kept his arm around my waist just to make sure I could properly walk without falling. “A-are we umm.. dating now?” I mutter, confused of this relationship. “Yes. Well I mean- if your okay with it then yeah… we’re dating Y/N..” he mutters, a bit unsure and I nodded. “Yes.. of course I’d want to date you I mean- you just fucked me and I’ve loved you for a long time now” I giggle softly, shaking my head as I smile happily. Once we got to our room everyone was asleep so he slipped into his covers and placed me on top of his chest, his hands on the small of my back as my hands rested on his chest and I fell asleep quickly, exhausted for what just happened.

The next morning I had sat up, now alone in the bed I was once in with Simon. Soap and gaz were gone to and I look at the time. Holy shit I slept in?! It was 10 in the afternoon! I get up and quickly get ready, gelling my bun and getting on my uniform as I run out into the gun range quickly. Almsot everyone dog piled me and we all wrestled for hours. after awhile we stopped and were all panting on the floor and I was holding ghosts hand and that’s when I knew that I had made the right choice of staying in this task force.

Cheesy ending I KNOW. But I wanted to end this on a good note and not the reader balling her eyes out cause ghost can’t handle a relationship because of his past and just the fact that work will always come first BUT we don’t talk about thatBut anywayyyyyyyyyzzzz that’s for another story!

w/c: Idfk probs over 1k.

I think this was a really good one but I dunno it seemed to go to fast for me but I rushed the last part

Y/N:*bursts into room, starts panicking*

Anakin:

Anakin: what happened?!

Y/N: no one died.

Anakin: WHAT KIND OF AN ANSWER-

@channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha @moonlightndaydreams

Lord have mercy.

We must stay focused, sisters. We MUST. Stay. Focused. No unholy thoughts here.

(Him after you push him into the bed during a fight to "talk things out properly")