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Thinking about the way Ghost must look on his knees, how his eyes must burn into you, his big hand holding the back of your thigh as you stand over him. It's a good look for him, pretty as you trace your fingers over the scars on his face and have him turn his head to kiss them. He needs you to look at him, to see him, to see Simon and not Ghost. Ghost doesn't want to be put on his knees like Simon does. Ghost doesn't need it, doesn't need to be yours the way Simon does. He tells himself that he doesn't need your praise, that it doesn't make him shiver to hear you tell him he's good(good to you, a good man, good, good, good), but it does.
He needs you to look at him when you touch him, even when he can't look at himself. He can only stomach his reflection in your eyes, but what a striking figure he makes there. How pretty he must be to have you look at him like that? When he sits at your feet it's like finding salvation; every touch, every glance, every stroke of your fingers, leads him to righteousness. He could never belong anywhere else, and he makes it his job to convince you to keep him there.
#cod x reader#x reader#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost mw2#simon riley cod#simon riley x reader#simon riley#ghost cod#ghost mwii#sub!Ghost#pillow princess!Ghost#back on my bullshit I'm slutting this man out#he's like a dog to me#ghoul speaks
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Not so tough now huh?
CRM!Rick
A/N: ok so I watched the first episode and I just felt the urge to write for him immediately. I couldn't resist... so here you sluts go! enjoy and happy reading!<33 This is also based on this moodboard made by the lovely @angelicalhqrt
Summary: You were tough but Rick was tougher and afterall, you were still just a horny girl...
Word count:2.0k
Pairing: crm!rick x fem!fighter!reader
Warnings: smut~fighting~sexual tension~readers tough but Ricks tougher~horny thoughts~lots of yearning and physical touch~PiV sex~unprotected sex~(wrap it b4 you tap it)~slight age gap { readers in her early 30s and Rick is mid 40s}
You and Rick didn't get along. Well, you guys got along but you didn't at the same time if that makes any sense at all.
You both couldn't stand each other yet always found yourselves around each other. It's like you were constantly drawn to him and as he was to you.
It seemed as if you guys had this mutual respect to leave each other alone but in this line of work, you guys were always around one another.
Especially now that Okafor has asked you and Rick to work together to re-shape the CRM. He wants the A's to be able to lead the CRM and change the way they do things. Lead the B's to stop being so scared.
Of course Rick was against it and was very confused. "I don't give a shit about this A's and B's shit Okafor. I'm not livin' here! I'm not happy here, I'm certainly not going to give my life for a place I can't leave. For a place and their bullshit secrets." He protests.
"Rick. You think you have a choice? Now that you joined and are no longer a consignee, I need you. You will do this because you shouldn't even be alive with how many times you've tried to escape. You and bullet over here are special assets to this plan and whether you like it or not, your doing this."
Bullet was the nickname he gave you because you shot at him and grazed his forehead after he tried to rescue you. You needed to get back to your sister, you didn't want to be taken by a strange man and taken to a strange secret city that no one knows about.
"Rick. Just stop fighting it. I learned to stop fighting it long time ago. We've been here for six years. It's time to let go. Whoever your trying to get to just forget it. There alive but in here we can die at the snap of Beales fingers. So please..." You plead looking at him with a stone cold face but a hint of sympathy and concern.
"Whatever." He says gruffly before listening to the rest of what Okafor was saying.
The next day you and Rick and all the other soldiers are training. Obviously yet again, you get partnered with Rick. Your spinning your knife in your hand as you look at him with a slight smirk on your face.
You lunged at him and he blocked it and when you tried again he turned you around and had his arm around your neck and your back to his chest. You feel his warm breath on your cheek.
Your wiggling against him and he grunts in your ear. You try to pry his hand off your neck and flip him over and down to the ground but it was true, he was tougher and much stronger than you.
He pushes you and lets you go. you stumble but turn around standing your ground and facing him with your knife in hand and fists up. You lunge back at him and cut his hand, the one that's still attached of course.
He groans and holds his wrist. "Fuck." He yells out and you smirk at him. "Wouldn't fighting be much easier if you didn't cut off your hand Mr. Grimes?" You say with a slight chuckle.
He quickly turns back and the punches you in your face. You stumble back and wipe the blood that's made its way to your lip.
"Wow. That was a hell of a good punch Grimes." You say smirking and licking your lips. "Thanks bullet." He says smirking at you with his signature look.
You roll your eyes and punch his chest and he tries to hit you again but your duck and serve him a nice right hook. He stumbles back and when you try to punch his face again he grabs your right fist and slowly brings it down twisting it and hurting your wrist.
When you try the other hand to catch him off guard he dodges it and knees you in your stomach before punching your ribs.
You cry out and he lets go of your hand as you grab at your side and stomach. You glare at him from your hunched over position and then you swiftly get down and swipe your leg under his making fall.
You get on top of him and punch him in the face. You see his nose bleeding and his cheek is starting to bruise. You punch once more before a guard yells at you enough.
You get off Rick and look around at everyone looking at you before you look back at Rick on the floor and you scoff before walking away and slamming the door as you walk out.
You take the wrappings aggressively off your hands as you walk to your room. 'At least you had rooms and comfy beds here', you thought.
Where you came from you had to make do with dusty comforters and blankets on the cold, hard floor of an old abandoned building.
At least you had your sister, now you have no clue where she is... Broken out of your thoughts you hear a knock on the door.
You ignore it the first time quietly muttering a go away. When the knocks happen again you groan and get up.
As you open the door your met with Rick pushing past you and rushing into your room.
He's got a patch on his eyebrow to close up his wound with the stitches and his cheekbone is now bruised a darker color then before. Even his hand is all bandaged up.
"What the hell was that huh? Why'd ya go all psyco on me? What did I do to you huh?" He says pacing the room as he thrashes his hands around.
"I did it... because I wanted to." You whisper as you step closer to him with a neutral look on your face. You were unfazed by his act at trying to intimidate you.
"Oh really huh?" He asks stepping real close to you. Suddenly you really notice how dark his eyes are.
Even in this piss poor lighting. He looked looming and scary. Your facade falters immediately as he backs you up against the door.
The tension in the room changing slightly from anger to something more intimate...more primal. It excited you yet scared you.
You really didn't know Rick like that at all. You don't know how crazy he is- I mean besides the fact he cut off his own hand.
Your thoughts began to drift at how he looks. His brown curls framing his face perfectly, his beard full, nice and clean with greys decorating it.
You looked at the outfit he was wearing. A tight black shirt that hugged his body in all the right places with black cargo pants.
He looked...hot. Intimidating.Sexy. Dominant...I mean there were many words to describe Rick. He brought something out of you that you didn't like. He made you excited and wet at the slightest touch.
This interaction bringing back memories to 3 days ago.
{Flashback}
"Rick! Wait up!" You call out to him.
He was walking down the street in his combat outfit.
"Wassup bullet?" He asked with that look in his eyes. 'God that look does things to me,' you thought.
He looked like he wanted to throw you against the wall and eat you.
"I-I wanted to say good luck out there. Okafor can be pushing and hard to deal with." You say with a closed lip smile.
He nods and looks you up and down before speaking, "Thanks for the luck. I assumed i'll be needin' it. Especially by you." He says smirking at you.
That's the moment you knew that he knew, that he knows he makes you nervous. He would make any girl nervous. Eyelashes fluttering at the sound of his rough southern drawl. Sounding all sexy and wise.
That deep voice and pretty smirk on his face. The way his eyes will trace your body and your face as if he's remembering every tiny detail about you like a robot.
You swallow hard and you swear he could hear your heart rapidly beating, 'God girl get it together!' You immediately nodded your head before walking off and leaving him to stand there.
He watched as you walked away all flustered and cute. He chuckled to himself as you looked back and watched him walk away now.
{end of flashback}
You look up at him as he looks down at you with a smirk. His head tilted slightly to the side.
"Whatcha thinking about sweetheart?" He asks with a smirk. You roll your eyes and scoff trying to act tough.
"Nothing Rick. Get out." You demanded as you pushed past him walking towards your bed.
You didn't notice he was silently following you and he ended up behind you with his crotch to your ass and his hands on your hips.
"Why don't you stop this tough act baby and lemme take you right here hmm mama? Would you like that instead? Fuck that attitude right outta ya?" He says in a low seductive voice.
Shivers ran down your back as he said that. His words repeating like a mantra in your head over and over again. You wanted so badly for him to take you right here.
"fuck, yea I want that real bad." You mutter and he smirks as he starts kissing your neck and behind you ear. He slides his pants down and rips his cock free from the bondage of his boxers.
He removes your pants leaving you in your panties. When he slowly removes your panties they reveal your soaked cunt.
"Fuck mama, your soaked." He says with a chuckle. You whimper and grind against him. "Please Rick...I need you i-inside." You whine.
He chuckles and without warning slides in. As much as he wants to tease you, he doesn't have the patience tonight. Maybe next time..
Just thinking about being able to fuck you like this again, his hips roughly thrusting into you as your eyes roll to the back of your head or cross at your nose made his cock twitch.
Just looking at your body exposed and vulnerable to him made his cock jump with excitement to be buried so deep inside you. He kissed and sucked at yor neck leaving hickies people will surely be asking about later.
He was proud to mark you up as his. You cry out and scream out as his cock brushes your cervix just right. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside you that had you shaking intensely when your orgasm rolled around.
"fuck Rick! I-I'm gonna c-cum Rick! Oh shit, please lemme cum!" You beg. He looked at you and pouted.
"You wanna cum babygirl? Hmm?" He asks tauntingly. You quickly shake your head yes as he shakes his head and clicks his tongue.
"Words baby. I need words." He said moving his hand up your chest slowly to lightly grip your throat.
You moan out as you grab his arm and your eyes roll back before you mutter out a little, "Yes Rick! I'm gonna cum, please?" You beg again hoping he has mercy on you.
"I'll allow you to cum but next time I won't be so nice babygirl." He says before thrusting into you with such force it makes your headboard thump against the wall.
You didn't want a noise complaint but the way your oragsm ripped through you, you honestly couldn't care.
"oh fuck!" Rick grunts out before he quickly pulls out and jerks off. You quickly scoot down and open your mouth for him to cum all on your face and tongue. You moan in pleasure as his warm seed spills all on your face.
When you swallow the amount that went into your mouth, you smile at him before licking the rest of by using your finger to apply it in your mouth.
He groans at the sight and he lifts you up placing you neatly and softly on your bed. Your so drunk off his cock that when he goes to try and get a warm cloth for you you grab his arm stopping him.
"Please stay with me. I don't wanna be alone... not tonight." You whisper. He smiles and nods before crawling his way into bed with you rubbing soft circles on your waist as you drift of to sleep.
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#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes smut#rick grimes fanfiction#rick grimes#the walking dead#twd rick#rick grimes twd#rick x you#rick x y/n#rick x reader#rick grimes the walking dead
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i did something bad - part two
THE CHARLOS BREAK UP
masterlist//previous//next
BRAZIL 2023
daniel ricciardo please tell me charles did not get into an argument with carlos.
teagan horner charles did not get into an argument with carlos. carlos got into an argument with him, two very different things.
max verstappen what was the argument even about?
charles leclerc doesn't matter it was bullshit.
mark webber clearly not, if you two came to blows.
pierre gasly carlos said he was shit driver and and that he only had the red bull seat because he was 'fucking horner's slut daughter' or that was the tailend of what i heard.
pierre gasly not to mention he punched teagan in face because she stood in front of charles hoping to stop the situation.
alex albon well i'll be damned.
yuki tsunoda so we all follow that one gossip account? because i know none of you were near when this happened.
liam lawson i do. how else am i supposed to find out that fernando alonso was visited by taylor swift last week in austin?
daniel ricciardo it's fun to follow them. one time they said max and i were hooking up, we weren’t, but i liked the tweet to fuel them more. pr was not happy that week.
mark webber christian's been awfully quite this entire time.
max verstappen we're planning on how to torpedo into carlos in brazil. i'm the sacrifice because i've already won the championship.
checo perez he supposed to fail at getting pole position in quali next week to end up behind carlos.
sebastian vettel pulling a kvyat i see, i respect it
max verstappen the only time i'll do something like kvyat.
yuki tsunoda HE PUNCHED TEAGAN?! WHAT THE HELL?? WHERE IS THIS MAN?!
liam lawson yuki, think about your actions. charles is getting fined for what you’re thinking about doing (i think)
yuki tsunoda do i look like i give a fuck?
pierre gasly we ride at dawn!
mark webber you two are perfect for each other
sebastian vettel YOU’RE IN A MEETING GET OFF YOUR PHONE GASLY!!!
yuki tsunoda that should be your sign gasly, come back to alpha tauri! daniel can take your seat at alpine
daniel ricciardo hell no. i saw what they did to my fellow aussie, oscar. do you think i wanna get sued by them?
teagan horner we’re back, carlos is still pissed but so is my dad.
mark webber how’s your face after that punch?
teagan horner i have a sick black eye. i look like i got in a bar fight. i got the proper texas experience.
christian horner this isn't a laughing matter teagan. you could've been seriously hurt.
sebastian vettel he's right teagan, it could've escalated to something worse.
max verstappen so is the plan still on to crash into carlos or not?
charles leclerc not, i want to do it. who gives a fuck on where i end up in the drivers championship, i'm already p7. let me do it brocedes style.
daniel ricciardo ah, 2016 spainsh grand prix, those were good days.
sebastian vettel you got p4 and max won
daniel ricciardo they were good days because both mercedes dnf'd
max verstappen he won't do it
sergio perez i'll gladly help, we can have a repeat of yesterday.
charles leclerc deal and sorry about that, again.
sergio perez it could've happened to anyone, besides it was my fault
alex albon so...talk about a dramatic brazilian gp
lewis hamilton why is it always thing 1 or thing 2 starting the awkward conversations?
lando norris they have nothing better to do
alex albon listen here you muppet!
logan sargeant (i'm so sorry lewis) it's giving brocedes 2.0
nico hulkenberg be grateful you weren't around then sargeant. those were dark times.
lewis hamilton i feel like you're being a little dramatic about it.
kevin magnussen we aren't. everyone walked on eggshells because of you two. toto could never seem to catch a break.
fernando alonso it seems you're the old one lewis, if your memory is failing already.
lando norris kinda surprised it took this long for those two to go at it a la brocedes
charles leclerc i was sandwiched, what was i supposed to do? crash into checo for the second time in a row?
carlos sainz not crash into me. you had no problem crashing into sergio last week.
charles leclerc well, checo is the one retiring this year, not you. you'll have plenty more races.
carlos sainz since when do you call him checo?
carlos sainz and i was on pole! i could've won!
max verstappen at charles' expense no less
george russell "horrified looks from everyone in the room"
daniel ricciardo i don't know if i should be impressed that you know taylor swift lyrics
lance stroll coming from the guy who sang our song in an interview word for word last month.
daniel ricciardo at least i wasn't the one spamming the groupchat with taylonso memes
lewis hamilton how did this become the mess it has?
fernando alonso this is the only time i will ever wish sebastian was still driving. at least he could control these baboons.
nico hulkenberg who are you calling a baboon, nando?
fernando alonso if the shoe fits, nico, if the shoe fits
LAS VEGAS 2023
pierre gasly i will be throwing hands with fred and the rest of ferrari’s f1 team, starting with carlos.
alex albon but we gotta give charles credit, defying team orders the way he did in vegas? respect, it further proves ferrari would keep sacrificing his race even if he was on pole and leading the majority of the race.
liam lawson what did we expect? it's ferrari, and that strategy was a shit one, even i know that. charles had been leading for 35/50 laps and they wanted him to let carlos through? who was down in p6?
yuki tsunoda ferrari has shit for brains
pierre gasly and it's not like carlos would've been able to make it past checo, oscar, danny, and max to get the win. in the end, lando and alex overtook him, alex who's in a williams! you would've given me a few more laps and i could've overtaken him.
daniel ricciardo also, rumor has it that piero ferrari is like super pissed they let charles go.
mark webber of course he’s pissed, charles was their golden boy, he won monza. the first to do so since 2010 when fernando had won.
liam lawson i think the biggest fuck you to ferrari would be having charles win both monza and imola
sebastian vettel i like this kid, where did christian find you?
pierre gasly outside of yuki’s home. he picked him up by the scruff of his neck and said, “i want you to be our reserve driver at alpha tauri”
liam lawson he found me in a dumpster outside of his home.
sebastian vettel i hate both of you
teagan horner i thank god everyday that there is only one race left until the season is over
¡leclerc-s speaks!
would carlos ever act like this? probably not, doesn't mean i'm going to stop writing it this way. i think people react in different ways when they're hurt and unfortunately in this fic carlos is lashing out. don't worry, i'm going to fix their relationship, just not for now, i like drama. would any of these events happen irl, no way, but what's the fun in fanfic if you can't exaggerate events at least a little?
¡disclaimer!
this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
#leclerc-s#i did something bad series#f1 instagram au#f1 x oc#f1 smau#f1 social media au#f1#formula one#f1 fic#formula 1 fic#f1 x female oc#charles leclerc x female oc
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Gojo satoru x F!+m! reader
MINORS DNI---. ❌🤠
Female reader special! <--
Working out with gojo ;)
Gojo x F! sorcerer reader <;--
HEADCANNONS OF HIM EATING YOU OUT AND SLOPPY TOPPY
FEMALE READER. (Use of mommy)
Gojo will eat you out like ITS SURVIVALL. Pushing you over the nearest table or counter and holding your hands while he eats you out.
Gojo loves when you sit on his face after a stressful day of being annoyed by the 'higher ups' he loves looking forward to you smashing his face in between your thighs.
"D-Dont fuhkin stop baby. Cum on my face mommy. Wanna swallow that cum down my throat~ please give it to me~"
Gojo who would rub his thumb against your clit while shoving his tongue inside of you. Reaching spots you never knew existed
"Toru~ oh fuck toru. I-..Im gonna cum. Ah~ you make me feel so good daddy."
"yeah? You like that. Oooh shit~ you like how I rub on your clit?"
Gojo who BEGS you too keep riding his face even if he taps or grabs on your ass hard because it's so FUCKING hot to him.
"baby. Baby please come back. It's fine I'll be okay just plzz sit on my face again~" tsk tsk him making puppy eyes wouldn't work on you this time.
Gojo who asks you to absolutely ruin his hair. He tryna have his hair FUCKED UP. A pretty boy like him getting devoured in your pussy.
Grab his hair and jerk on it roughly when you feel like his tongue isn't deep enough inside of you. Ride his face like your holding on for dear life. Gojo wants you to completely cover his face with your cum.
Gojo wants you to have the hottest orgasm in your life. To the point where he cums so FUCKING hard through his pants.
While you make out gojo would shift his hands down your pants. "Mmm this pussy wet f' me already?" Then shove his fingers inside of you. He'd finger you against the wall while mimicking your moans against your ear.
Gojo loves to shove his fingers inside of you, rushing back and forth as if it's his cock then sticking his tongue out waiting for your delicious cum. The way he'd breathe heavy like you as he waited for you to reach a orgasm that would send you shivers.
M! READER. .(zaddy😩😩)
Gojo was tired of being asked for arranged marriages and relationships with girls. 'sorry, I'm gay yK that right. 100% gay' boop. Hangs up phone. Why bullshit around with people he doesn't even like? He wanted you.
Gojo who has you wake up to him sucking your cock. "T-toru..hah...mmh..what r you doing.."
Mmm I figured this would be the perfect way to wake you up baby. I still want you from last night, why'd you tease me like that :((
You and gojo we're at a party and he sure did make a entrance coming their in his ICONIC BLACK SHIRT (OH LAWD😭😭😩)
His muscles were FLEXED like crazy and you were NOT having all those girls stare at that sexy built man of yours.
You pushed him into a bathroom stall and pulled down his pants and fingered him
"F-FUCK Mmm~ daddy doesn't like seeing his little slut all worked up for him?" He was so fucking horny. He didn't care if you fucked him and everyone was lined up outside the bathroom. God he loved your cock inside of him
During missions he'd make quick haste with the special grade curses and pounce on you while undressing himself
When gojo gives you head he sometimes forgets his eyes are covered "Toru~ wanna see your eyes baby.. can I take it off?"
"mmph..mhm..you can do whatever ya' want to me daddy~"
While fucking him youd take the cloth covering his eyes and shove it inside his mouth. Have him crying and screaming through it while you fuck him doggy style
Gojo who sucks your dick in a hot spring. The hot water constantly splashing against his face as he bobbed his head up and down while jerking off with the other hand.
Gojo who secretly wants you to fuck him in his domain. The bliss of knowing everything and being at the center of the universe in utter peace. Being able to yell out for you so FUCKING loud till he loses his voice because no one could hear.
Pov: you said his domain gave you a headache and never went back in again :(( he begs shoko to find a way to let him change his 'nauseous domain'
#gojo x female reader#gojo x y/n#gojo x you#gojo x reader#gojo x male reader#sub jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jjk gojo#gojo satoru#sub gojo#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu gojo#gojo headcanons#gojo smut#gojou satoru x reader
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dancing is a dangerous game | part one
you're a bandit like me, eyes full of stars.
5.5k | joel miller x f!reader
masterlist
rating: 18+ MDNI
tw: brief mentions of using your body for trading purposes, you shoot at joel miller????, light dub-con but that goes away quickly
warnings: post-outbreak au. no ellie. angsty smut, semi-dom!reader and dom!joel so that's fun, power struggle, age gap (joel is 56, reader is late 20s or early 30s), enemies to lovers, voyeurism (f watching m), masturbation (m and f), pet names/degrading names (baby, honey, darlin', brat, bitch, slut, etc.), dirty talk, choking, oral (m receiving), fingering, spanking, p in v (unprotected - wrap it up folks), joel is mean but not unkind. no use of y/n.
summary: inspired by "cowboy by me" by our lord and savior taylor swift. this is a post-outbreak world and joel has his own land. think bill, but a little less... deranged. kind of. you essentially are a raider, but make it fashion. when you stalk joel's cabin for the third day, that's when you get interrogated by none other than joel miller himself.
A/N: hi, i'm bee! this is my first fic on tumblr, and my first stab at this whole stratosphere. longtime listener; first time caller 💅. i was ALSO inspired by an ask i saw on @swiftispunk's page (hi! i love your writing sm??) and kinda just... ran with it. i honestly wasn't anticipating writing stuff during the outbreak, so i apologise if it's not quite right. imagine me living during that time with a tube of lipgloss and one (1) bullet in my pocket just in case. this... may be a series. i don't know yet. see ya! enjoy!!!
The first time you meet Joel Miller is down the barrel of your gun.
You can hear your father's voice telling you 'Back out, girl. Don't get too big for your britches.' Look where that got him. His ashes against your chest in a makeshift pendant necklace, buried by your clothes.
Still, you listen.
"It don't have to be like this," you drawl with index over the trigger guard. You've heard of him. Joel Miller. He's notorious, and even though you've kept to yourself most of your life, his name still roamed throughout the abandoned towns you passed. Someone always owed him, and he always owed somebody.
Your dad would've been older than him, but not by much. You knew of the world before this, was just a little thing. Still, you heard stories undulate from your father's southern voice that mostly left you bored on long days searching for food or shelter. You'd give anything to hear them now.
Part of you died when he did.
You were young when the outbreak happened. Resourceful, your father made it work in raising you. Taught you how to fend for yourself, rely on no one. Which was no easy feat considering how unbelievably stubborn you were. Were? Are.
Maybe he loved you. Maybe it was the chip on his shoulder. The kind of anguish that comes from not being able to give your mother the same kind of life. A promise to her.
Yes, you were young when the outbreak happened, but flashbacks of her getting attacked by a clicker burn you alive at night.
"Y'er on my land." A gruff voice calls you back to reality. Few words for someone who held your life in his hands. His own gun pointing back at you. Of course it would be.
"I was just passin' through." The lie flies through your teeth. You had been circling the place from a reasonable distance for a few days now. Scoping out when this man in front of you was his busiest, when he patrolled, when he slept. This was a heist situation, no doubt about it.
"Bullshit. This s'the third fuckin' time I seen you 'round here. And it's y'er last."
Shit. Fucking shit.
Your eyes dart to the side, really trying to pattern a plan in escaping but your breathing would say otherwise as calm and collected as it was.
In any other situation, you wouldn't be so willing to comply, but considering he's got you cornered and his gun is quite literally cocked and ready to go – you're not exactly in the position to make hasty decisions.
Goddammit if there wasn't something about him that made you nervous.
"Listen. Just was lookin' for somewhere to sleep. It's fuckin' cold and your stables look warm." Your head tilts in the direction of a lone horse's home in a bed of hay, and you're not fully lying. It's not that you have set up camp by any means, but you've noticed.
"We could trade. You give me y'er ammo, and I g–"
"You give me your cock, I get it. You really could be more original." You were used to this. Bartering, some might call it. Living out here on your own was dangerous, and running into men who wanted to use your body in order to get supplies wasn't that uncommon. If they were that kind, even. You'd heard the horror stories.
Albeit, most of these men met your gun in the end. Enabling you acquire their supplies, keep all yours, and your dignity. Win/win.
"...I give you the pleasure of livin' another day. Really? Y'think it's that easy?"
There was something in the way Joel says this that makes you grateful for the jacket you're wearing. Goosebumps prickle your skin, bile creeping up your throat and you will it back down again. Y'think it's that easy? As if he thought you wanted it.
If circumstances were different, you'd be rubbing the crimson off your cheeks. Flashing him a sheepish grin in an attempt to resolve whatever misunderstanding there was... but this wasn't the environment to elicit such conversation.
And you weren't that type of person to begin with.
Instead, your index sweeps from guard to trigger when you fire off at his leg. Hasty decisions be damned. You're quicker than him, so why're you tryin' to save him? You're a 'shoot to kill' type of person, and as the bullet grazes past his calf – part of you wishes you had.
Because not only did your bullet not make contact, Joel gets worse. You two lock eyes. His rifle is thrown over his shoulder as he grunts and walks perfectly fine over to you – despite the way his eyebrows knit together, jaw ticked. Was that a grin? Do something, anything – run.
Joel grips the nape of your neck, and you yelp in surprise.
Who the fuck does this man think he is?
His large hand eclipses your wrist as he maneuvers the gun from your hand. The action makes you writhe in pain, and it sends a shiver down your spine to know he's only using an ounce of his power.
You dig your elbow into his ribs despite him stronger than you. Stomping, kicking, punching anything you can find.
"What the fu–"
"Little girl, you picked the wrong one." His breath edges at the shell of your ear, and every sign should be pointing for you to hate this, but it almost feels familiar. Like yourself. It's only then when you worry.
---
You don't realise it, but Joel is pushing you inside his cabin. Keeping your head in direction of the ground, thud of the door heard somewhere behind you.
"You want to be treated like a big girl? Get these fuckin' pants off."
"What... what? No I'm fuckin' not–"
Joel chews up the space between you when he pushes you to the nearest wall. Your back at his chest, a cheek flush against the cabin's support.
Pine, tobacco, and whiskey fill your senses and you bite back the urge to whimper. He wouldn't see you like that.
"You're not? That why you were watchin' me jerk off last night? 'Cuz you don't wanna give it up?"
That alone makes blood creep up your neck and spill over your cheeks. You have to squeeze your legs together to quell the ache.
It was lonely on your own.
Most nights were spent half asleep on a cold, hard surface. Tired and hungry more days than not. You don't remember the last time you got a hot meal, much less been touched. So when you heard Joel's low grunts coming from the window (a window from a cabin you don't know quite yet that he built with his own hands) you become intrigued.
It's in this moment you're certain it must have been the rustling of branches just outside his room. You remember it happening last night, cursing to yourself for making noise. His fist stalled around the girth of his fat cock before spilling his seed over his stomach. As if that is what caused him to come.
It makes sense now, and it equally causes you to become dizzy and filled with rage. You bite your bottom lip, unable to think of a response.
"Mouthy thing ain't got much to say now. Now c'mon. I ain't taking these off you, doin' it y'erself." More of a warning, Joel lets up on his grip on you, but you're defenseless. No weapons, no pack. He's got your world in his hands.
With the newly found space between the two of you, you turn around – back of your head against the wall as your eyes find the other set for, perhaps, the first time. And they're deep. Deeper than you were aware of. Dark, impossibly round. Wrinkles reside on the sides of them, and if you knew any better, you wouldn't admit they were doing something to you.
But not only are you stubborn, you're too forthright to beat around the bush.
"I shot at you, and you want my cunt? You must be lonelier than I a–"
"Now."
Your words don't match your actions as your hands fall by your sides. Fingers play with zipper of your old, faded jeans that have seen better days.
You can't help but snicker an awkward laugh from how he's just watching you. Insecurities rise when you realise you're not laughing at him, but more his eyes on you. How intense it feels suddenly. He wants this. Wants you.
His eyes draw impatiently, broad frame leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed.
"Ain't got all day. Still considerin' your death."
His arms. Bulging through the fabric of his shirt, his body was built in a way that you could tell he worked with his hands... maybe in his past life, too. Throat dry, you shimmy out of your pants until you're left in your cotton panties.
Ones that you are becoming more aware the condition of. A small pool of wetness forming at the core of you clings to the fabric.
"Top, too."
Is that? It is. Your eyes wander down to see the growing bulge in Joel's pants. Not even the hem of his flannel could hide it. Sure, you'd seen it in its full form the night before, but that was with distance and without the heat rising between the two of you.
You bite your lip without hesitation, pulling the layers of jacket and a handful of tops onto the ground until you're bare. The cool air passes over your nipples and wills them into stiff peaks.
"Ain't you somethin', baby."
That's the first time Joel Miller draws a shaky exhale out of you. All from a single sentence.
When Joel steps over to you, that calm and collected breath is nowhere to be found. Your chest rises and falls at a random pattern, feeling more and more naked by the second as his clothes are completely kept on his body. A purposeful tactic.
He bends down to collect your clothes along with everything else that yours, and you are truly at his will. So busy on the precipice of pleasure that you don't even think about trying to get away.
"Stay."
"Ain't a dog." You glare, standing with your legs brushing together.
"Then quit actin' like a bitch. And quit movin', I'm gettin' to you."
It shuts you up quick, jaw snapping shut. You're certain if he told that to anyone else they'd be reduced to tears, but you can take it. It coils a heat inside the pit of your stomach that you've never felt. Causes your clit to feel as if it's on fire from the need to touch it.
Joel turns on his heel to walk away and it's as if you're able to breathe fresh air from the humidity he brings. You notice he's putting your things and his rifle away on his kitchen counter before coming back to you. He must really trust his ability to keep everything out like that.
Then again, have you even moved in the last five minutes?
The last thing he is, is worried.
You're able to look around, if only for a moment. Though, is it really looking? Your adrenaline is pumping, pupils blown from the fact that not only are you in the house you'd been stalking... you're about to fuck the man in it. And you almost tried to kill him. You definitely didn't miss on purpose. Couldn't have.
All the same, the cabin was nice, and you could take in briefly the light wood – old and weathered. A record player in the corner beside a guitar. This stuff could get you a lot in return, but for whatever reason that doesn't even cross your mind. Maybe your heart beating in your ears is a handy distraction to keep you walking the line.
Your eyes track the rugged man instead.
---
"Here's how this is gonna go," he announces, coming back to you and not phased that you haven't moved a muscle. "You are gonna take your ass over there on the couch. You're gonna make me come, then you're gonna go. Understand?"
"Well... I guess it is that easy."
Your bratty mouth getting you in trouble again. As if you're in the position to say anything. Naked as you are.
---
Joel's jaw ticks forward in a way that makes you feel fear, yet there's a direct correlation between it and the slick gathering between your folds. The same wide hand that gripped the nape of your neck wraps around the front of your throat while he pushes you against the wall, and your shoulders slump – all but folding instantly.
His mouth is inches from yours, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
"Listen here. I've been real kind to you. Coulda killed ya day one, tryin' to steal my shit like that. Was gonna be real kind in where I fucked ya, too. Now we're gonna fix that mouth a'yours and fast. Knees. Now." You soon come to know this isn't a suggestion. It's not even a warning. It is what's happening.
It's in the way Joel's hands guide you down onto your knees. He goes for his belt and you hear and see that distinct clang of metal untangle before your very senses. Your mouth waters instantly, teetering into fully giving into this struggle of power.
Joel's hands are calloused. You can tell he takes care of them, but that doesn't hide the wear and tear. Specifically on his fingertips. They grip your jaw roughly, and you choke back a moan as your mouth hangs open pliantly from this. Every nerve ending buzzing to be touched.
"Where'd that bratty girl go, huh? You done bein' big and bad – wanna be a slut, don’tcha?"
Your eyelash splay along your cheeks as you nod, and you feel his grip tighten, tugging your chin up higher.
"Look at me. You want this cock? I need your words. Tell me you wanna be a slut."
You're not sure when it happens, but hot tears run down your cheeks as everything comes to a head. Your body is trembling with raw desire right at your fingertips, just within reach. You can't hold back anymore, it physically hurts to.
"I wanna be a slut for this cock... please."
"Fuck, even a please. Oughta eat you out for that, sugar. Maybe next time."
Your brain is swimming at the thought. Next time?
With his free hand, Joel sets his cock free from his jeans, giving a satisfying smack to his abdomen quickly. No need for another piece of fabric keeping him from getting what he wants as you soon take note he isn't wearing boxers.
There's no denying what you're met with as you get to view it from this close. Joel Miller has a pretty cock. There's a soft, but bulging vein on the underside to match how big and thick it is. The rosy tip greets you, and it's the first time you get to see how much you've turned him on.
Your mouth is drooling while it's pried open and meets the tip of him. A moan from you is instantaneous, yet feels so distant from yourself, it doesn't affect you until much later. The taste of his precum coats your tongue as he slips past your lips and it's all you can experience. Your moans slip in and out of the sloshing sounds of your mouth. Keeping your hands by your sides, you don't tempt to touch him in fear he would pull away, so instead you twirl your tongue around his leaking head. Bob your head up and down in a slow, but sultry rhythm that causes him curse under his breath. He's not stoic above you, he's reacting.
He's clawing for every last bit of the upper hand.
"S'a lot, innit, babygirl? That's alright, you can take it." It's then you can sense Joel's guard slipping. Could be the fact that your mouth is suctioned perfectly around the length of his cock, but his voice gets damn sweeter the longer you go like this. His hips also have no problem in thrusting shallowly every now and then to knock the drool off of your dripping chin.
Even if you could form a thought, you don't know you would.
His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling it out of your face as you maintain eye contact. Intuitive in your approach, he told you to look at him earlier, so maybe he likes it? The groans filling the room lead you to believe you are correct. It feels so removed from who you were moments before: snickering because his gaze felt intimidating. Now, his pupils are blown as they pour into yours and his neck hangs back when your mouth makes those pretty, sloppy popping noises – testing your gag reflexes as you will them to relax.
It's way more intimate than anything you've ever done with anyone you've ever been with, and this stranger is pulling it out of you. Within the mess your brain is in, you remind yourself if you want to stop you can, and not a bit of you does.
The hot tears that were once down your cheeks swell in your eyes once more, but this time from the sheer size of him. You moan vibration after vibration against him, shifting and pushing your cunt against your calf, thigh – anything to feel some sort of friction.
He lets out a growl when he notices you, "Honey, if it's that bad, touch yourself." If your cheeks weren't red before, they are now.
It's him calling you out, slight embarrassingly, but not letting up with his hips. It's the way the embarrassment builds the fire in the pit of your belly. It's your hand pushing inside your panties at the sound of his command. And it's you practically choking on his cock from the gasp you let out through your nose – stunned at how wet you are.
Your fingertips barely brush over your clit when you notice the slick collecting, bubbling right at the very top of your slit and slutty moans fall out of you. Your eyelids droop as you try to keep your gaze up to Joel, but the way your fingertips roll over the hood of your clit in satisfying circles sends you over the edge way quicker than you anticipate.
"Shit, baby. Just like that. You filthy thing, can't hold off another minute longer, can ya? Need it right fuckin' now."
The sound of Joel's deep voice looms overhead as you come completely undone.
Unable to stop yourself, the suction on his cock pops free for a moment. Your moans hitting the air as your eyes roll back. Your body rushing to find each wave of pleasure roll off your back. Joel's cock still nestled in your mouth, but his hips still. "Goddamn, look at that little slut come out. Such a needy fuckin' kitten."
When Joel makes sure you've ridden it out, he pulls his cock from your mouth. Your body feels weak despite how eager your mind is now, face-to-face with Joel's cock, you watch as his scarred hand glides your saliva over his length entirely. It puts you in a trance, quickly getting out of it when he taps his cock against your cheek. "Pretty kitten want this? C'mon."
If your moans felt foreign to you, you don't even know what to do with yourself at the twinge of a grin that spreads on your face. The sheer audacity of his taps right against your fucking cheek. Orgasm-drunk, you shuffle to your feet and Joel has no problem in tossing you – finally – to the couch.
Your back is to him while the front of your body brackets the width of his couch, arms hunched over the back of it, knees dig into the cushions. You're grateful for the lack of eye contact in this position as it gives you a moment to press your face into your bicep, an attempt to collect yourself. But all of it obsolete when you sense Joel's presence at your ass.
His body heat unmistakable to miss. You bite at your own skin, neck craning to behind you to watch him.
"Shit, darlin', look at you. Ass up like this like y'er in fuckin' heat for me." You whine at the fact his clothes are still mostly on, and you know he must be sweating underneath them, but he won't give it to you like that. Not yet, 'maybe next time'. "You know I can't go any further 'til you get a spankin'. Need to be punished for tryin' to hurt me like that. For tryin' to take my things. Ain't right. Need you to learn your lesson."
Where are you? A part of you knows this is a tactic. That Joel is lulling you into a position you can't say no to. It already shows itself in how you're splayed on his couch. Yet, you can't find the person you were before you stepped into the cabin. Not yet, not like this. You nod weakly, and Joel swipes the cotton undies down to your thighs so quickly the rush of air cools the heat of your folds. A flutter runs through you.
"Count. To ten. If you don't, we start over. Say, yes sir."
"Y-yes... sir. Yes sir."
A searing, mind-numbing spank wallops over your ass and it causes your hips to jut forward. Whimper hitting the top of your throat, you almost, almost, forget to count. Everything in your senses distracting you from completing the simplest tasks such as fucking counting.
"O-one." Another. "Twooo." And again. "Th-three!"
You start sniffling by the third smack of his wide hand, and you hear mocking sniffs behind your head. "Aww, pretty baby can't take the hurt she tries to give to others? That must be really tough. Y'heart's bleedin' all over my couch, honey."
Your cheeks burn, you really feel sorry for what you've done. Or at least, what you were planning to do.
The next spank leaves a welt of Joel's handprint across your skin. "FOUR!" Your body begins to feel weak, sliding against the couch, you know talking back is useless as you silent tears stream into your arm.
There are six more blinding slaps to your ass by the time he's done with you, and you feel him pull back when he's through. You imagine him wringing his palms, the roughness of them. You begin to wonder if that's how they got to be so weathered, and pretend not to be weirded out by the ache of jealousy.
"Y'know for somebody whinin' the whole time, your pussy is just droolin' from that," any narrative you wandered off with disappears in its replacement of Joel's fingers gathering slick between your folds. No announcement, just go. It was just within reach, feeling him inside you. You ride the shudder your body makes, licking your lips as you realise the unspoken rule is free and you can speak. "N-need it. Need your cock, please... please." "Need it, and you don't even know my name?" His index and middle finger waste no time in pressing into your aching core. Sounds of your wailing mix with his words as he lurches over, lip close to your ear. "Or maybe you do already."
"Please, please, please," your fingertips grip for the worn fabric of his couch while your hips that try to jut back are quickly halted by his other palm, a strong stopper at the base of your spine. "Not 'til you tell me my name." "I-I don't know. I don't know it, I swear." Joel's thick fingers slip completely out of you and you mewl pathetically, pussy clenching around nothing and he can see every last detail of it behind you. "Last fuckin' time, better tell me the truth." "It's Joel," you cry, hips pushing back against the resistance as much as possible. Anything to be filled again. "Joel. Joel. Joel. I was... I was– I don't know anybody. Not with anybody, I swear! Joel, I swear. Please! Just grew up hearin' your name. I swear on my life, Joel, please! I know I lied, didn't think you'd believe me."
You don't know why you're begging like your life depends on it, but your pleasure surely does, and there's a longer pause than you want lingering behind you. As if you can palpably feel Joel contemplating whether you're being truthful or not. But if there's one thing about you, aside from this moment in this compromising position: you don't answer to anybody.
Joel's cock bottoming out inside of you at the drop of a hat is confirmation enough that he believes you.
And you not only wail, but scream at the stretch and irresistible contact that punches you straight to your gut – right where you can feel the tip of him. Half-moon prints dig into your hips by his short fingernails when he grabs ahold of you and you're on your forearms, head hanging between your shoulders. Your panties keep your thighs straying too far apart if there is such a thing.
"This what you wanted when you watched me?" Joel grips your torso now, pulling you closer to him as you become more upright, his cock more accessible to the spongy spot inside of you and your nipples stand erect, eyes rolling back as it takes all of you not to rest your head back against his shoulder, and you fail. Hard. Your occiput makes contact with his shoulder. Joel brushes your hair back to the side, lips graze but never fully touches the column of your neck. "Thought about this tight cunt last night. Left the window open on purpose, but you knew that already, didn't you, pretty girl? Clever little thing and so fuckin' dirty."
Joel's hand snakes around the front of you, spreading your folds as he dives his fingers over your glossed-over clit your wetness claimed and that sends a whine off of your depraved lips. "That's it, honey. Show me what this cock does to ya. Makes you downright brainless from how well you take it." While his skilled fingers, toy with your clit, the other set of digits graze over your breasts on their way up to your mouth. You take them inside the warmth of your wet mouth easily, rolling your tongue over the digits until you can only focus on the white hot pleasure beginning to boil over. You keep his fingers between your teeth, a faint realisation that you can taste yourself on them. That's what does it.
His hips are relentless as they pound into you, the repetitious slaps of his skin against yours, of his balls tapping your cunt again and again sends you into a place that he knows you're approaching when you tighten and pulse.
"Y'know how tight and wet you feel around me, darlin'? Never had a fuckin' cunt like this. Let it out, let it out, just like you wanna. Just like you did last night around your fingers. Nothin' like this cock though, and you know it now, don't you? Oh, fuck yeah– thaaat's it. Look at you." "Joel... Joel!!!" Joel talks you through it, sending your body diving off the cliff that is your second orgasm. The undeniable gush of your fluids around his cock. His name stays stuck at the your tongue, the constant thud of it vibrates your lungs.
It starts at the attention on your clit. The raw bundle of nerves send signals outward as it spreads down your legs, up your stomach, to your nipples and down your spine. Your brain feels effervescent, toes curl, and it comes back again right to your heart. Your beating heart, wild, and every moan, whimper, scream that comes from you sounds like it is from someone else's chest. But it's yours, and you know that when you start to feel hazy, unable to hold yourself up anymore.
"Good for my cock after all. Ain't ya, baby? Shit."
Your torso leans forward while your cheek rests on the top of your hand that's gripped on Joel's couch, and your body is relaxed and fucked. Comfortably silent, just the way Joel would want you. His cock slips out of you, unable to stop the slew of grunts and groans that acts as an anchor to keep you from slipping under. You lick your lips, looking back at him with a nod, unable to stay silent for long. That struggle of power coming back for vengeance. "That's right. Come all over this ass you ruined. See those handprints? Dirty fucking man, you just met me. Show me how much you enjoyed doing that."
That's as far as you get when you feel the heavy streams of his hot, white come rope over your skin, and for someone who is no position to be smug, you sure do have a shit-eating grin on your face. Pure, and the simplest thing the two of you accomplish.
Joel shakes his head, shallow breaths become him as he staggers back and you pretend not to notice. "Gonna kill me, kid."
"Almost did."
---
You don't know why, but neither of you hold the promise of you leaving right away. You linger, both of you half naked and spent. You take your time cleaning yourself off, slipping your clothes back on. Day becoming night.
You tiptoe into the living room where Joel is unfurled on his couch. His eyes are closed, the back of his head inches away from where the two of you just had sex.
Planning your goodbye, you sit at the edge of the couch cushion, knowing he wasn't really asleep. Just restin' his eyes.
"I am sorry...," you finally say into the dimly lit room, pangs of annoyance fizz at your tongue for even apologising. For shooting him, for trying to steal from him. All of it.
It's not his fault. It's just how you are.
This is dichotomous in relation to your eyes. They're bleary when a yawn pulls deep from within you. As if rest had been climbing up to the surface this entire time.
"Maybe you should be apologisin' 'bout your shitty aim. Could teach you a thing or two." Joel's eyes remained closed, arms crossed. If you could let yourself experience this, you would notice how soft he looks in this moment. Instead, your stomach is recoils in fight or flight.
You're glad he can't see you swallow the knot in your throat.
There was no magical solution for your life, and a part of you wishes you hadn't chosen his cabin to raid. You wish you hadn't met him, because now you could feel yourself want to notice the small things in him. Already.
You felt it dangerous to let anything that close to you.
You scoff to play it off, giving his chest a light shove and very accidentally getting lost in the light landscape of hairs that resides at the top of his flannel. "I could teach you a thing or two." A pathetic response for a pathetically spent human.
"We could both teach each other," he resigns and you're grateful he doesn't point out your lack of wit for how worn out he's made you. Perhaps the smugness settles in the things he doesn't say. Really, it's in what Joel spouts off next that throws you upside down.
"S'why you should stay. One month. That's it."
"Excuse me?"
"Didn't stuttered," your eyes roll and somehow, despite Joel's own being shut, he tuts his teeth. "Don't roll your eyes at me, little girl. You need a place to sleep. Besides, I could use an extra set of hands. Way I see it, best offer you've had in a while. Got a shelf life, though. Don't like to wait."
A part of you is suspicious, and if this man didn't make sure you orgasmed twice, you would suspect yourself to be dead within a matter of minutes.
There's something true about him, though. You're unwilling to look at it directly, but you trust him.
"Fine."
"Gonna need clearer confirmation, darlin'. Really need you to want this if you're gonna stay with me." He knew exactly where to press.
"Fuck, I shoulda killed you when I had the chance. I want to stay with you. One month." You try to ignore the grit between your teeth as speak, but your shoulders eventually soften. And you really do mean it. It's just... you're hardened from years of misplaced trust.
Your hand goes to the pendant around your neck subconsciously.
Joel either doesn't notice, or gives you the space.
You're grateful either way.
"That's that, then."
If anyone could understand the concept, it's Joel.
"That's that."
#joel miller x reader#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller smut#joel miller#tlou fic#by bee#dancing is a dangerous game
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Enstars NSFW Month Day 8 - Rinne Amagi
A/N: wrote this in like 20 minutes enjoy. sorry that its not like full on NSFW I'm actually not sure if this counts for nsfw month but oh well
Pairing: Rinne Amagi x fem!Producer!reader
Content: You're a new producer at ES and Crazy:B is the first unit you are trusted to produce. Rinne knows this, and decides to have a little bit of fun with you.
Warnings: kinda NSFW(?), teasing, spanking, fondling, panty theft, usual rinne behaviour
Words: 787
NSFW oneshot under cut!
Somethin' Wrong, Producer?
Rinne Amagi was a man who loved to tease. His words, his hands, his voice- All of them perfect tools as his disposal. And who else was better to rile up than you, the young, sweet and innocent producer of Crazy:B?
You hated much he made you blush.
He'd pull you into his lap at meetings and rehearsals, whispering the dirtiest possible things in your ear just loud enough for the whole room to hear. His hands would roam all over your legs and thighs, sometimes trying to sneak up your skirt and only stopping if you swatted him away
God he was relentless. To top it all off, he always ended these stupid acts of workplace harassment with a laugh and a wink at the other Crazy:B members. Sometimes they'd scold him, other times they'd simply sigh and go on with whatever it was they were doing. It depended on the day, really.
It was hard to tell whether they were in on the joke or if they just couldn't be bothered with his bullshit. You hoped for the latter. How unprofessional would you look if the very first unit you produced had been making a fool out of you for months? You'd lose your job for sure.
"I wonder what ya'd look like stuffed full of my cock..."
Ah.
You'd been so caught up in your wallows of self pity while waiting for your paperwork to finish photocopying at the printer that you hadn't noticed Rinne sneak up behind you, his arm snaking around your waist, settling on your hips and pulling you close. You yelped in surprise, immediately struggling against his hold. Your struggle was mostly in vain, however, as he was easily able to overpower you by grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head.
And honestly? You didn't really want him to stop.
His hot breath tickled your ear as he laughed, only proving more to you that you looked absolutely pathetic to him. He was well aware of how his teasing made your head spin and he was going to use that to his full advantage.
"Somethin' wrong, producer?" He cooed, dropping your hands and moving his own to the small of your back, his fingers digging into the muscles there. "Yer all tense back here..."
You could have escaped there, could have slapped him and ran away. But god... something about the way he said your title made you weak in the knees. Your heart wanted him to keep talking, to keep whispering dirty things until you came undone just from his voice.
A whine left your throat as he trailed lower and lower, eventually resting on the fat of your ass and kneading the skin like a cat kneads a blanket through your skirt.
"Whatca got on underneath this, huh? Lace maybe?" Another laugh from him, another whine from you as he slipped a hand in between your legs, giving teasing slaps to your cheeks. "Nah, cotton. Just plain old cotton panties for ya. Ya don't like nothin' fancy?"
"You don't have to sound so disappointed! They're... they're comfortable! And easy to clean!" You snapped back, having to swallow a moan in the process as Rinne gave your ass another squeeze, harder than the previous ones.
"Mh, true. Good for when I get ya all wet 'n' dirty, ay?"
Oh god. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. You'd probably cum on the spot if he kept up with that voice of his.
"Maybe I'll take ya shoppin' sometime. I'd like to help pick somethin' out for my-little-slut~" He punctuated the last three words by pulling your panties down bit by bit, letting them rest just above your knees.
You groaned, body betraying you as you leaned back into his touch. "I-I don't need new panties..."
"Ya will"
Suddenly, before you had time to react, Rinne ripped the flimsy fabric of your panties right off your body, shoving them into his pant pocket and slapping your now bare ass hard, leaving a faint red mark.
"I'll give em back in a few days, allrigh'? They smell just like ya, gonna help me have a nice night if ya get what I'm sayin'"
You stood in shock with wide eyes as Rinne finally let go of you fully, giving you one final pat on the ass before strutting away like nothing had happen, turning back only to blow you a kiss and a wink, his signature laugh echoing through the small room.
You felt a warm sensation in your belly, and you quickly realised that you'd been dripping your slick all over the floors.
What on earth were you going to do with him?
#esxreadernsfwmonth2024#Rinne amagi is a ass man under my rule#ensemble stars#ensemble stars x reader#enstars#enstars x reader#oneshot#ensemble stars oneshot#ensemble stars smut#enstars smut#writers#rinne amagi x reader#rinne amagi#rinne amagi smut#crazy:B
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A/N ::: Kat. That's all I'm gonna say. That and Ilysm. Thank you! Also, fuckin' dumb ass fonts and my dumb ass. Ty, Mack, for pointing that out. It looked so normal on my end!
Kat's Idea ::: All I'm saying is...coughs Hanma fucking her brutally and brat taming her while reader is gossiping and on the phone at the same time as he smokes and just listens in while plunging into her causally
C/W ::: Hanma x Bimbo.F.Reader, gossipy slut getting fucked while he smokes and blatantly eavesdrops while he's pounding her into the mattress, unprotected sex
MDNI under the cut please and thank you
"Yoooo, she did - nghh - she did what? Fuck. I can't stand that bitch." Your eyes rolled back into your head as Hanma hit that sweet spot deep inside of you while you gossiped on the phone to your BFOTW (Best Friend Of The Week - you changed friends like you changed panties). Hanma always got a kick out of how fickle you were about who you surrounded yourself with. But ultimately, they were all fucking idiots.
Your stupid was just a little more special brand than theirs, though. He didn't find it endearing, per se. But he always found it entertaining. And Hanma was nothing if he wasn't an opportunist for entertainment. Especially when he was fucking you.
He lit a smoke and turned his face to blow it away from you while languidly gliding his cock in and out of your dripping hole. You were so wet for him, even with the phone in your hand. You were such a brat, too, always demanding his attention. But he could never deny you.
"Oh my god, bitch. That's insane! She really thinks that shit's gonna work on him? She must be stupid or something. God, I'm so glad I don't have to deal with her anymore." You giggled as Hanma slowly rubbed your clit, his touch feather light and teasing.
He winked at you and pinched your clit and nipples simultaneously, holding his cigarette between his lips.
You put your friend on speaker but muted the mic so you could talk to him. "Shu ... fuuuck feel s'good, baby. Can't wait for you to cum in me. Missed your cock all day." You whispered to him, your eyes half-closed with pleasure.
Hanma just chuckled and kept smoking, fucking you slowly, relishing in the feel of your tight cunt clenching around him.
You unmuted your phone and got back to your superficial bestie. "Are you busy?" They asked, hearing the telltale slapping sounds in the background of your call.
"Mm? Whuh? Oh! Haha, no, not busy, not really. Han is here with me. We're just fucking and stuff. You know how it is." You said casually, as if it was normal to be getting your pussy pounded while gossiping on the phone.
"Oh my god, you slut!" Your friend yelled at you.
"What? Don't tell me you've never been fucked while you're on the phone? Loser. God." You laughed, reaching out to brush Hanma's bangs back away from his sweat-covered face. "So beautiful, Han. Love you so much, baby. Anyway, girl. Did he buy that bullshit she was tryna sell him?"
Hanma pulled back nearly all the way out of you and then slammed back into you roughly, making you gasp and moan into the phone.
"Fuck, baby! Fuck that dick's so good! Just like that. Harder, please." You whined, forgetting that your friend was on the line.
"Should I let you guys ... oh, I don't know, you need to go?"
"Bitch please, 'm just gettin' dicked down by my man. 'S not a big deal, girl."
"Han, baby, can you fuck me harder, please? I wanna cum s'bad." You begged, pouting at him as he lazily stroked your clit and fucked you deep and slow.
He grabbed you by the throat and laughed. "You don't tell me how to do this. Got it, princess? I fuck you how I wanna fuck you and you enjoy it." He growled at you, squeezing your neck just enough to make you whimper.
"Sorry, baby. Won't happen again." You whispered, your voice hoarse from his grip.
Hanma smirked and let you go, reaching over for his smoke and taking a long drag. "Good girl. Now shut the fuck up and let me cum in you." He said, his voice low and dangerous.
"Yes, daddy. Anything you want. Love you so much. You make me so happy."
"Yeah? Tell me how happy you are, princess. Make me cum in your tight little cunt." Hanma cooed at you as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, angling himself to hit that perfect spot inside of you.
You moaned loudly and grabbed his hand, pressing it against your clit, begging for him to touch you. "Please, Han, please. Need it so bad. Love you so fucking much. You make me feel so fucking good." You said again.
Hanma smiled at you and rubbed your clit just how you liked it, watching as your eyes rolled back into your head. "Yeah, that's it, baby."
You started to tell your friend you had to get off of the phone now but he stopped you. "No. Stay on the phone. Want your dumbass friends to hear how fuckin' good I make you feel." He tipped his chin up, gesturing at you to tell the idiot you were talking on the phone to about how amazing he felt thrusting in and out of you.
"(Stupid friend's name) I - oh sh-shit - I'm getting the best dick of my life right now. Do you have any idea what the fuck that's like?" You moaned into the pillow next to your face on the bed. Hanma took another smoke from his pack and lit it, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke right at your face.
You inhaled defiantly and raised your hips to meet his. "Mm, so good. Right there, baby. Keep going."
"(Stupid friend's name), I can't even fucking talk right now. His dick feels so fucking good, and he's rubbing my clit with his fingers, and his other hand is all over me, and he's - nghh - fucking me so good. God, I'm gonna cum so hard." You cried out, reaching out to grab Hanma's cheek, pulling his face down towards yours for a kiss.
"You like this cock, baby? You like how it fucks you? Hm? Tell your little friend how much you love me." Hanma growled in your ear, biting your neck and making you cry out in pleasure.
"I love you so fucking much, Han. I don't know what I would do without you. You make me feel so fucking good. I want to be yours forever. I love you so fucking much."
Your friend couldn't believe what they were hearing. You were basically professing your love for Hanma while he fucked you, right there on the phone with them. They couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
Hanma smirked at you and took your phone out of your hand, pressing it against his ear. "Hey there, bitch. What's your name? Mm, well, I'm Shuji, of course. But you can call me never. I'm hangin' up now cuz my girl needs to give me her full attention. Stay tuned. Or don't. I really don't give a fuck what you do."
He hung up the phone, put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand and hooked his arms under yours and locked them around your back. He pulled you up against him, pressing your chests together as he fucked you hard and deep.
"That's it, princess. Let me hear you moan for me. Fuck, you sound so good." Hanma groaned, biting your neck again as you whimpered and writhed beneath him.
"Han, baby, please, can I cum? Please, let me cum for you. I love you so much," he laughed in your face at how needy you'd become over something as stupid as his cock. But he loved it. He couldn't deny that he loved it, a lot.
"Mm, since you asked so nicely, I suppose you can cum, princess." He said, smiling down at you as he fucked you faster and harder, hitting your clit just right as he pounded into you.
You cried out and came hard, clenching around him as your body shook and trembled with pleasure. "Fuck, Han. So fucking good. Thank you so much, baby."
Hanma moaned and thrust into you a few more times before pulling out and cumming all over your stomach and rubbing it around with the palm of his hand. He drew a little heart into the cum spread around on your pudgy belly.
"There. Love you too. It's written in the cum."
"Han?"
"What?"
"I think the phrase is 'It's written in the stars."
"No, 's not."
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I need to stress something somewhere. And I know you will be able to help or even help be observe but, I have a haunting feeling that in the clips we have of Mork reading to Day, is in the future and….Mork isn’t actually there anymore . … many reasons with the scenes set up but the main things for me is the fish. There is only one in the rank now in that scene. And the book marks in the book. 1 fish bookmark, the other an avocado? And their legs are covered with a blanket. So no 2 slippers of fish is shown……am I creating narrative things that are not there or seeing things wrong? it just feels almost a melancholy scene set up in front of the tank…… and I’m scared!!
What are your thoughts pretty please?!
Anon, I'm choosing violence first, then I'll be kind.
On Spanish TikTok, or as I like to call it Tea Talk, someone stated they saw the book's ending, and it ended with Mork dying and donating his eyes to Day.
The people of Tea Talk ripped that video to shreds. The comments section was not pleased with the mentiras (lies), and Indonesian TikTok even showed up in the fray with the actual book to prove the original poster was "Livin' La Vida Loca."
I don't know how this cookie will crumble, but let me remind you of two things:
#1 - This is GMMTV.
It gave us The Shipper in 2020 at the height of the pandemic, and I think it has been correcting that wrong since.
And it gave us Only Friends in 2023.
I wanted murder and mayhem. Instead it gave everyone happy endings except the slut because apparently he had too many "happy endings" and *morality* or some bullshit.
If you are watching Playboyy, it's what Only Friends could have been if Disney BL hadn't produced it.
I might sound salty (because I am), but I'm really just trying to emphasize that GMMTV wouldn't. Period. Full stop. GMMTV wouldn't give us a sad ending to a branded pair. It will kill a mom quick, but sad times for a branded pair? ¡Nunca! For example, how did we all know Palm x Nueng were gonna be safe and sound in Never Let Me Go? Our Skyy 2. Can't have Our Skyy 3 if it kills a ship now can it?
#2 - This is Aof
The director, producer, and screenwriter extraordinaire shot Pat (Ohm) on Christmas Eve.
He killed Papang!
Hell, he killed Singto before the series even started!
Mork (NOT GAWIN, NO!) got beat up and was hospitalized!
And yet, we got a happy ending each time.
The man wants to make use cry, but he has never ended with queer trauma to do so.
Which is why there are still two fish in that tank.
And I think the avocado is a shout out to Jimmy's love of them (because who doesn't love avocados, am I right?).
So as much as I do not think the reading scenes we keep getting are set in the present,
I don't think they are setting us up for a sad future, especially because Korea already did this trick.
If you watched To My Star 2: Our Untold Stories last year, you know that shit hurt, every, single, episode,
and because it hurt, we were too blinded by the pain to notice the happiness sprinkled throughout.
The happiness we were seeing wasn't flashbacks of their past relationship or even snippets of their current one.
THEY WERE GLIMPSES OF THEIR HAPPY FUTURE!
Korea gave us The Eighth Sense and Strongberry's Choco Milk Shake, both which had the perfect premises to fuck us over, and yet my only complaint was NO POLY!
If Korea can delivery happy endings, Disney BL can too (but not the kind it punished Boston for. Never those kind). It isn't Taiwan, and it certainly isn't Japan who is ALWAYS itching to give maximum pain. This is "soft power" Thailand, GMMTV, Aof, and a branded pair. If GMMTV brought out Gawin to get Krist and Joss back to kiss a homie, I greatly doubt it would tank the JimmySea ship for a sad ending (did you get the pun?). If there is one thing I can count on GMMTV for, it's to secure the bag. Sell merch. Sell novels. Sell a special box edition of the series. Sell the ship. That won't happen if this is sad.
Also, color-coded boys in love get happy endings.
It's science.
#last twilight#last twilight the series#mork x day#this ain't ending sad#GMMTV wouldn't#not even putting on clown makeup#GMMTV wants to collect the coins#and Our Skyy 3 won't make itself
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Hi, could you do something more with villain!Bill? Maybe something like when the hero and the reader gets in a fight and when the hero is helping the city something interesting happens. Maybe like the hero accidentally hurts the reader but doesnt bother to help since they are still mad at eachother and then there comes Bill. You can finish this as you like! An early thanks if you do it!
(Sorry if you got tired of writting villain!Bill😭)
<33 it's ok !
˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 villain! bill x fem! reader fluff
"Dan! where the hell did my guitar go?!" I asked in a shout, rage piling up within me as my boyfriend came back home, his neck decorated with a purple-pink lipstick that didn't belong to me.
his infidelity wasn't something I could be concerned with right now. my guitar was missing, even though I had very clearly saw it this morning before I left for work.
I owned a second-hand black gibson guitar I worked my ass off for at the age of 16 and he knew just how much it meant to me.
drunkenly, he waved his hand, dismissing my worries for the expensive instrument that was missing from its holder. he uttered out, his breath reeking of beer, "I sold it."
"what?!" I yelled, "you sold it!?"
"yeah, and? I needed money for booze." his words slurred, acting as firewood for the burning anger in my heart.
"you sold the fucking guitar that I spent two years saving up for!?" I asked, following him as he entered our room.
he took his clothes off, throwing it onto the floor, "so what?"
"what do you mean so what?" I looked bewildered.
"I save this whole city every day!" he shouted, pointing to himself, "do you know how much trauma I go through!? the booze is the only way for me to forget this!"
he had used this tactic on me all too many times. ever since the beginning of our relationship, he kept asking for money. for clothes, for therapy, and it eventually turned to more honest admissions, like booze or luxury items.
it's not like he doesn't get money either. the city council hands him a cheque worth thousands of dollars and where does he spend it on? for girls to sleep with him, on gambling.
"then why don't you go to therapy?!" I asked.
he clicked his tongue, grabbing the bottle of perfume on the dresser nearby and throwing it in my direction. the glass crashed against the wall, bits and pieces falling down and creating an unruly melody.
the scent of the perfume spread across the room as the extract seeped into the carpet below my feet. he shouted, "shut the fuck up, bitch! I'm tired of your bullshit!"
"everyday you nag and scold me! I save your life whenever you become the damsel in distress, and this is the payment I receive!?" he yelled, grabbing another perfume bottle and throwing it at my direction.
"you're an ungrateful, disgusting whore! you spread your legs for every man you come across, don't you!? you slut!" he walked towards me faster than I could back away, and he slapped me on my face hard.
"I think I should teach you a lesson." he panted, grabbing my hair and dragging me to the bed. his hands reached down and started to unbuckle his belt.
fear and dread dawned upon me, my breathing growing ragged. my stomach churned, and with all the strength I could muster, I kicked his knees in and booked it out the door.
the night air was chilly, I could see the hot air leaving my lips as I ran from the apartment complex as fast as I could. tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, my heartbeat eventually calming when I reached a safe distance away.
I stayed at a friend's house that night.
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I didn't really go back to the apartment complex after that. I didn't want to face him and the pile of luxury resting in the living room. it felt disgusting for me to even see his face on billboards, praising his presence or advertising a product.
I continued at my job, after having blocked him on all form of communication. email, contacts, even myspace and facebook, even though I didn't go online often. the repulsion I felt from that near rape incident left me with needing melatonin gummies to sleep.
and even though I looked up and down on ebay, hoping to find my gibson guitar, but it was nowhere to be found. I eventually gave up.
my heels clicked down the streets as I made my way to the train station, hoping to get back to my friend's house early so I didn't have to stare at Dan's ugly fucking mug on the damn walls of every establishment in this shithole called a city.
then, a loud explosion occured not a few minutes later behind me, in a large corporate building. I craned my head backwards, hoping it wasn't Dan, and then a crowd of people came running by. their screams filled my ears, cries from toddlers, infants and children alike accompanied those horrific screams.
scared, I began to run as well, but then the police closed the gates to safety on me. they couldn't risk anything dangerous entering and contaminating the safe area. I looked around, noticing that everybody else who had been locked in the battle field like me had already taken cover.
fear covered my body, as I watched a very familiar silhouette enter from the shadows. a velvet coat draped over his tall, model-like frame, his brown eyes glaring deep into mine. my heart thumped loudly within my ribcages.
"BILL!" I heard that dastardly voice call out.
I turned my head to find Dan, in his tacky but versatile hero suit. oh, it looked horrible. I looked over at Bill, noticing that for some reason, his all-black outfit was better-looking than the hero's tasteless costume.
"DAN!" I heard the villain respond, his voice enchanting to the ears.
I heard his voice one too many times, and is it wrong to say that I've missed it?
I got up and ran to hide behind a car, trying to shield myself from the oncoming battle. Bill hummed, "and you brought your girlfriend. have you no idea what safety is?"
"shut up!" he responded, ripping a pillar from a falling building and throwing it at Bill, who very swiftly ducked it.
Dan charged towards him, but he switched spots instead. now he stood close to me, just a few inches away from the car I hid behind.
he taunted, "wow! what happened to your aiming, Dan? you've gotten so shit at it!"
of course, my prideful (soon to be ex) boyfriend couldn't handle such a tease, and he grabbed one of the discarded cars at the side, throwing it at Bill.
unfortunately, his aim was shit, and it knocked the car I was hiding behind away. glass broke and flew everywhere, scarring my face and my body, some chunks finding place against my body.
I hissed as my leg was kept under a car, a sharp part dug into my calf, making it ooze blood but I couldn't pull it out. I looked over at Dan, hoping for help because after all, he was the hero. but he looked away from me.
Bill noticed this out of the blue situation, but decided not to question. the pain burnt through my body, and I wanted to scream and cry. I eventually passed out from the pain.
when I woke up, I expected to hear the beeping of a heart monitor but to my surprise, it's to the gentle sound of a door creaking open. my vision blurred, before fixating at the person standing near the door. I couldn't speak at all, but there was no need for that.
Bill walked over and sat next to me, looking down at my unmoving body. he said, "you're awake."
I murmured, "mm."
"how do you feel?" he tilted his head curiously.
"mm-m." I shook my head side to side a little, but that alone made my head hurt.
"hm." he hummed, "well, just get some shut-eye. I'll be back soon." he got up and then left.
I stared at the ceiling for a short while before obeying his words. I closed my eyes again and let myself drift to dreamland.
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shortly after, I woke up again. I slowly looked to my side, to find Bill dozing off on the chair next to me. his head dipped down little by little, and he was doing his best to keep it up.
I stared at him for a little while, but he soon woke up. he rubbed his eyes, "do you feel better now?"
"...yeah." my voice was hoarse and cracking from hours of not drinking water.
he reached to his nightstand and brought out a glass of water for me to drink. I felt my throat get instantly better as the water ran down.
he sighed, "did you and your boyfriend get into a fight, or something?"
"what?" I raised an eyebrow.
"did you and Dan get into a fight?" he asked, "I didn't think he'd leave his girlfriend, much less an injured civilian, right in the middle of the battlefield."
"...yeah, we did get in a fight," I mumbled, "it's like, a long story."
"you can always tell me." he shrugged.
I didn't really know if I should, after all, this man was a villain. and he held that title for a very good reason. however, my heart was in shambles, and I needed to tell it, or I fear I'd suffer worse than nightmares.
so I told him. I watched as his facial features morphed from shock to sympathy to disgust. utter repulsion, from the fact that the hero tried to take advantage of his own girlfriend.
at the end of my story, he looked at me with a frown. he breathed in and out, "so...are you staying somewhere safe right now?"
"yeah, at a friend's place. but I think I should move out soon, because she wants to move her boyfriend in." I responded.
"you can come live with me," he proposed, "I've got tons of bedrooms here. this is just a guest bedroom currently."
I looked around the room I was in. this extravagant bedroom with a view to the city, is just a guest bedroom?
I said softly, "...you're not kidding?"
"no," he shook his head, "I don't think you deserve to be kid right after that experience, honestly."
"...but I can't afford it," I mumbled.
"can you cook?" he asked.
"yeah?" I replied.
"then that's your payment. cook me meals." he said simply, as if money was nothing to him.
well, it really was nothing to him, after all. he's got a mountain's worth of riches and could probably support five generations or more.
I blinked a couple of times, before leaning down to pinch my injured arm. I hissed, pulling back quickly when I accidentally pinched a wound.
"it's real," he affirmed, standing up and smiling, "when will you move in?"
"I don't know," I said softly, "do you have a date where you're free?"
"next Friday then." he said, leaving the room.
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my life with him was much better than my life with Dan. I had broken it off with him prior to moving in with Bill, and needless to say, he didn't take the news very well.
news began to spread that I was a whore and I slept with the villain, and even a mule knew who spread such a petty rumour. but the city kissed the soles of his shit-covered boots as always.
well, it didn't matter anymore. Bill was a man who respected my privacy and enjoyed my cooking. he stuck by my side even at my worst, and I had never heard a word of judgement leave his lips before.
then my heart began to beat whenever I was around him. I saw sparkles surround him. I wanted to hold his hand whenever we were in close proximity.
he seemed to feel the same too, as he had began making his move. he held my hand for short periods of time. he made time for us to go out and eat. we hung around in the living room until midnight talking about our experiences in mundane, boring things.
being alive felt so much better around him.
the sky was blue and it wasn't too hot nor sunny as I walked down the streets, finding the billboards to be more tolerable now that I wasn't really connected to Dan in any way other than exes.
I looked through the paper grocery bag, hoping that I bought everything for tonight's dinner, and making silent plans for tomorrow's breakfast. maybe avocado toast with poached egg? or breakfast bites? maybe french toast.
the sky dimmed and I figured it was going to rain soon. looking through my totebag, I realised I didn't bring my umbrella. if I ran fast enough, maybe I could catch the bus back home in time.
but when I reached the bus stop, the bus doors shut and it drove off. thunder rumbled and I brought out my phone, trying to tell Bill that I was gonna be later.
as I was about to text him, I heard someone call out my name. I tilted my head upwards to find Bill with an umbrella over his head. he said softly, "I was window shopping. I take you didn't bring an umbrella?"
I laughed and said, "no, I didn't."
he chuckled, "then, do you mind sharing one?"
"I don't think so." I shook my head, going under the umbrella with him.
the rain pitter-pattered on the surface of the black umbrella, and we were extremely close with eachother. we had a lot to talk about, like prices on groceries, tomorrow's lunch, what movies we should watch tonight etc.
"right," he then said softly, "I have a gift for you."
"really? you didn't have to!" I smiled happily, clutching the brown paper bag tighter to my chest.
"I wanted to," he shrugged, "it got delivered today. come on."
we both ran back to his car that was parked in the underground parking lot, rainwater filling my shoes and staining the edges of my jeans. sure, it felt disgusting afterwards, but it was a memorable sight.
he began to drive quickly back to his mansion, while I put on some songs for us to listen to.
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"don't look!" Bill called out, and I laughed a little.
he was preparing my gift while my eyes were closed and I was forced away from the tempting present in the living room. then, he walked over to me, the soft thumps of his boots muffled by the carpeted floor.
his hands settled on my shoulders, and he slowly guided me towards the living room. he whispered, "keep your eyes closed."
I smiled a little, "alright..."
though I agreed, I tried to open my eyes slightly to just peek at what the gift was, but his hands swiftly moved from my shoulders to press against my eyes.
I laughed again as he reprimanded, "I told you keep your eyes closed!"
"sorry, I'm just excited..." I responded, giggling.
I could feel his smile behind me as he lead me into the living room. slowly but steadily, he removed his hands and said, "you can open your eyes know."
so I did. and the view in front of me shattered me.
it was my guitar. the same one I lost to Dan's alcoholism. the same scratches on its ebony body, the same sticker from my favourite band stuck to the back.
he said quietly, "it took me a while, but I found it."
I looked ecstatic, rushing over to cradle my guitar in my hands. I looked over at him and said, "you didn't have to..."
"I wanted to," he knelt down to my now-kneeling figure, and said, "because I know how much it means to you."
"and you've been here for longer than anybody ever has," he whispered, "I'm glad you did."
his hands brushed against my cheek, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ears. I said, my tone matching his, "I'm glad I stayed."
"I..." my heart was hesitant. what if this was just a friendly gift? what if I was overthinking? but I just continued, "I like you, Bill, not just as a friend, but something more."
"I don't know why," I said, "but when I see you, I get giddy inside. I love cooking for you, I love listening to your genius plans,"
"I love you." I whispered. his eyes were fixated onto mine, and then he smiled that gorgeous smile, and I felt my heartbeat quicken. butterflies filled my stomach, my body felt numb and jelly.
"I love you too," he muttered, "I don't know when, I don't know how, I just did."
"and I'm glad you feel the same." he said softly, before pressing a kiss against my eyelids. he trailed his lips down, and without hesitation, he brought his lips against mine.
I very gladly returned it.
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Whoa... (Jude Bellingham)
Y/N's POV:
Jude has always been much bigger than me. While he does make me feel safe, I cant help but be scared of what he could do to me. Now, I will never ever think to vocalize this to Jude, but it is a thought that runs through the back of my mind. When Jude and I are arguing, I cant help but be afraid of him. He's so big, and even though I know he'll never hurt me, just his sheer size is scary. When you have a guy like him towering over you while he's angry, it's not the most amazing position to be.
Now you see, here's the catch: Jude knows he's big. In every way. And he loves tormenting me with that. Whether it be towering over me, making me all flustered and shy, or posting a picture of how small my hand looks in his, he loves teasing me for this. But, it's never gone farther than domestic. Because he knows how big he really is, he is so gentle with me in bed. He knows how much is too much. Even when I say I can take it, he knows I can't. He loves throwing me around, so when we had sex for the first time, I was really scared he was going to be very rough, and it didn't help that I was a virgin. I avoided having sex with him for the first year of our relationship, because 'We're still young. Why rush?' At least that's what I told him. I mean, I wasn't lying. We were only 18. I was worried he would lose interest, but he persisted.
Now, Jude and I sit on the beach together on a large beach blanket. We have a few snacks and a cooler full of drinks. Jude is blabbering on about his future tour around the US while sipping on his beer (he's an english man i assume he likes beer). I'm just nodding my head and letting out an 'mmh' every now and then, to let him know I was listening, when reality, I'm just mesmerized at how his arms look right now. His usually light brown skin tanned into the perfect golden shade. He's wearing a sleeveless t-shirt. His veins are bulging through his skin. 'How would his arm look around my ne-' My very intrusive thought are interrupted by fingers snapping in my face.
"Helllooo??" Jude asks me, snapping in my face. "I stopped talking, like, 5 minutes ago." He says as my eyes focus on him. "Where'd I lose you?" He asks, giggling at my state. "Sorry, baby. I was just looking at the sunset. How beautiful is that?" I point towards the sun, in front of us, all the shades of oranges and pinks swimming around in the sky. Normally, this would be a normal thing for me to zone out at, except for the fact that my eyes were burning into Jude. "Oh, really? Bullshit." Jude says, smiling at me. My arm drops down from it's outstretched position. "You can't be dressed like a slut and expect me not to stare." I tell him, in defeat. He lets out a dramatic gasp and puts his hand against his chest. This guy and his expressions...
"Wow. First, you violate me with your eyes. Now, you slut shame me? Outrageous." He tells me. Him and I both giggle at his ridiculous statement. Jude puts his arms around my shoulder and pulls me into him. I put my hand on his chest and scrunch my legs up into his lap. I'm looking at the waves rolling onto the shore. I can feel Jude's eyes on me. He leans down and gives me a kiss on my forehead. I look up at him and kiss his lips. One thing leads to another, and he's on top of me, kissing my neck. "Jude...We shouldn't- Not here..." I say through whimpers and kisses. Jude, without saying anything, gets off of me and starts packing up. Before I can even help him, he's already done. He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up. I let out a squeal. He simply moves me off the blanket and places me back on my feet. He, so effortlessly, manhandles me. If he's so comfortable being rough now, what's scaring him in bed? He grabs all the stuff and starts walking towards the car.
He never lets me carry things when were together. He strongly believes I will lose a limb or something if I help out. "You sit your pretty ass down. I got it." He'll say to me, or he'll say, "You're too pretty to work." Now, if he really means that or not, I don't know. I try to get some things out of his hands, but he just reciprocates by walking faster. At this point, I'm struggling to keep up, his long legs taking one step while I'm taking 5. We finally reach the car and he puts all of the stuff into the trunk. He gets into the passenger seat while I get into the driver's seat. "Ready, my passenger princess?" I ask him, buckling my seatbelt.
We've been driving for about 30 minutes now. We're stopped at a red light when look down at my leg. Jude has his hand placed on my thigh. It's taking up basically my entire upper leg. He gives it a squeeze and I look up. I realize the light has gone green. I press on the gas and start driving again. Okay, Y/N. Shake it off.
Jude's POV:
What is this girl thinking about? She's been so out of it today. She doesn't seem upset, so what is it? Maybe she is upset. Maybe I did do something? No, but she looks happy. What is behind those eyes? Maybe I should break the ice a little. I connect my phone to the aux and navigate toward the 'my music' tab on the car screen. I bought Y/N a Mercedes AMG GT 2018 (a beautiful fucking car btw) for her 19th birthday last year. She's been denying it as a present and tried to convince me to sell it, but when she realized I wasn't going to, she started driving it. I put on some Kendrick (county building blues) and we both start singing along.
Y/N's POV:
Jude and I have been screaming our hearts out to 'Call Me Maybe' for the past 3 minutes. "So, call me mAybe." Jude sings, his voice cracking on the last word. I'm laughing at him hysterically. I'm struggling to keep my eyes on the road. I press the break suddenly, almost passing a red light. He laughs even harder. "We could've died, Jude!" I tell him, lightly smacking his chest. He dramatically looks around to see an empty street. He raises his eyebrow at me and leans in to kiss the put off my lips.
BEEP! BEEP!
Fuck. Jude and I break our kiss and press on the gas abruptly, jolting back into my seat at the sudden jerk. Jude is smirking in his seat. I peek at him from the side of my eye. He looks so sexy right now. I want him so bad. Okay, Y/N. Focus. You're almost home. Just a little bit longer.
(Smut)
"Mhh, fuck. Jude..." I moan as he kisses my neck. He has me pinned against a wall and is bent down, kissing me. My hands are stretched up, around his neck. "Let me take you to bed, baby." He asks me. Without replying he knows my answer. He puts his hands under my bum and effortlessly lifts me up. I'm kissing on his neck as he walks me to the bedroom.
Jude places me down on the bed and hovers over me. "Please do something, baby." I tell him, pulling him in for a kiss. He pulls away from me and says, "Tell me what you want, sweetie." He goes back in for a kiss. "Please fuck me. I need you so bad, baby." I beg him. Jude gets off of me and sits on the bed He grabs my arm and pulls me on top of him.
I start by kissing his face and then move down his neck. My hands run through his hair and then slowly slide down to his nipples. My fingers lightly pinch and then stroke his nipples as I move down his chest. Jude lets out a little moan. He only lets me take control when he wants to try something new. I wonder what he's up to. As I kiss my way to his belly, I cup and massages his balls.
I unbutton Jude's pants, lowering his zipper to reveal his erect cock. I really forget how big he is sometimes. It hasn't been that long him and I have had sex, but he shocks me every time. I pull his boxers out of the way and take him into my mouth. I try to push myself to fully swallow his dick, but I can't. He's too big. I feel Jude put his hand on the back of my head and push me down. I'm gagging and spluttering around him. "C'mon, baby. You can take it." He mocks me, pushing me down further. I try to open up my throat and take him as deep as I can. He groans as his pelvic bone smushes my nose. I feel the sting in the corners of my eyes as tears start to run down my face. He feels himself get close and stops.
He takes him out of my mouth and he climbs on top of me. Jude quickly takes off the rest of my clothes and his shirt. He give himself a stroke and goes to put it in me. "Jude." I stop him by placing my hand on his lower stomach. "Can you get the lube?" I ask him. I am wet, but I don't think I can physically get wet enough for him not to hurt. He kisses me on the forehead and leans over to the side table. He pulls the drawer open, and grabs the lube out of it. He squeezes some straight onto my cunt. I wince at the cold feeling.
Jude sticks his fingers inside me. I moan into his shoulder. He's pumping two fingers into me at a continues speed to stretch me out. "Fuck, baby...I think I'm going to cum..." I tell him, biting his neck. "I know, baby. Cum around my fingers." He says to me. His face looks so focused on me. His fingers are filling me up so good. I let my orgasm taking over me. My legs start shaking as I grab at Jude's shoulders. I let out a string of curses as I cum around his finger.
Jude reaches over to the side table once again and squeezes some lube out onto his hand and rubs it onto his dick. "Ready?" He asks me, lining himself up with my cunt. I nod at him as he puts it in. I wince at the pain. He pushes all the way into me. I look down at my stomach and see him bulging through. He takes one of my hands and puts it on my lower stomach. "You feel that, baby? You feel me in your stomach?" He says through deep breaths. He fucks me for a good while before he decided to switch it up. He gets up and pulls me off the bed. He takes me to our walk in closet where we have a couch. He bends me over the couch. facing a mirror. My gaze is focused on his veiny hands. His hand covers my entire stomach. He trails it up my body and lands on my throat. He chokes me lightly as he slips back into me.
Jude fucks me into a oblivion. As he notices me getting comfortable he chokes me harder. I'm clenching around Jude's dick. "Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good." I say. My voice is shaking because of how hard Jude is fucking me. "Taking this dick so well, love. You gonna cum for me?" He asks. "Mhh. Yes, baby. I'm going to cum." I say to him. My arm stretched behind me, rubbing his hair. Jude encourages me to cum for him. I cum around his dick for the second time tonight. I feel Jude fill me up with his warmth. He pulls out of me and gets up to grab something to clean me up with. I lay down on the couch. breathing heavily. I doze off before Jude can return.
Jude's POV:
I walk back into the wardrobe where Y/N is. I see her completely knocked out. I can't help but smile. I go over to her and lift her up, bridal style. I drop her lightly on her side of the bed and tuck her into the blanket after cleaning her up. She subconsciously rolls over on her side, facing me. I tuck her underneath my arm and hold her close. She looks so tiny and safe in my arms right now. I couldn't ask for a better girl.
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Why do you hate Mal?
(TW!: verbal abuse! slut shaming! alcoholism!)
Well, long story short, he's a huge dick.
I could write three long metas about his toxicity and why I dislike him but I don't want to tire my fingers for him. 😑
Maybe because of his slut-shaming behaviour?
Oh and what is this? Ah yes, Mal being angry that Alina found happiness away from him:
I'm so sorry Mal that Alina wasn't tortured so you could feel okay. I'm so sorry that she didn't feel insecure enough to run back in your arms, needing you and depending on you like you always wanted for her.
You know, that's the thing with Mal. He did nothing to Alina.
Not when his "friend" was mocking her appearance (and yes this is serious for me because I too have a very thin body and people from my own family have mocked me for it. So it's no joke).
Not when she was apparently sad that he fucked around girls knowing that she knew.
He did literally nothing until Alina wanted to fuck the Darkling and showed interest for him.
(slut shaming her even here)
From then on he ✨magically✨ noticed her out of nowhere and he said that "now I see you".
BULLSHIT!!
According to Mal, it's okay if he fucks girls every other night but it's not okay when Alina wants to do it with a man that....I don't know. Supported her power and abilities maybe?
And he seems constantly so concerned that she has fucked him that he apparently doesn't care if she's truly okay.
What a normal person would say to Alina: "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I'm sorry you had to go through this."
What Mal said to Alina: "FUCK TORTURE! DID HE FUCK YOU BY ANY CHANCE?!?!"
He's so unserious FR
That's his only concern. If Alina likes or fucked the Darkling (sometimes I wish she had done the latter just so I could see Mal's face after it).
Also! He's an extraordinary bad influence for Alina and her confidence! 😍
A few minutes ago, Alina decided to return to the Little Palace to lead. To do the right thing and stand in this war.
And now we have Mal threaten her: "If you go, I might not follow!!"
And that shattered Alina's confidence. Now she feels ashamed ("maybe he doesn't want me", "maybe he'll leave me") and after that passage when Mal exits the tent, Alina starts thinking "What am I doing? I'm no soldier, or Saint. How will I make it?"
Mal is an influence that constantly wears her down emotionally by making her doubt herself, making her have guilts and making her thoughts come back to him constantly ('cause he's always "What about me?? Think of me!! Look at how shit I feel!!").
Again, he makes the whole matter revolve around him.
There is a civil war ongoing and Mal is like "Okay, but what about me, Alina??!!?!"
LIKE BRO NOBODY GIVES TWO SHITS ABOUT YOU!! THERE ARE PEOPLE DYING HERE!!
And another toxic trait of his. Apparently, if a woman says "no" to him, it's unacceptable:
(The first passage is when Mal tried to kiss her but Alina saw the Darkling behind his back and the second one is when Alina saw Mal kissing Zoya, btw)
He gets angry for the fact that Alina withdrew from his attempted kiss. And apparently he "knows what that means" because every girl he had ever kissed was willing to him.
I'm sorry, Mal, for the fact that a girl changed her mind at the last minute.
If a girl changes her mind, then you must respect that. Not shout at her. NO MEANS NO, MAL.
Mal is that type of guy that throws you in bed, you kiss him and all, and at the last minute when you change your mind and don't want to go for it (for whatever reason the girl might have of course) he gets angry and says "BUT YOU SAID "YES" TWO MINUTES AGO!!!"
He gives me the ick for real, guys.
And, of course, his fury for Alina's power and status. Because, since she gained them, she's no longer depended on him.
Yes, people. Mal wanted to take out a piece of her soul essentially, so he could have her! Romantic!! 🤩🤩
Also, the fact that he was constantly looking like shit in S&S because he was drunk every night is also selfish of him. Mal was Alina's personal guard and protector. One of her three closest ones. By doing this, by having this behaviour, he gives a VERY bad image to Alina.
Imagine what the nobles would think if they saw him this way. The power of image is everything. Nikolai knew it. The Darkling knew it. Even Alina came to know it. By having one of your protectors drinking heavily all night, get into fights and look like shit makes Alina feel embarrassed for the image she gives to the other people. And she was actually in a very delicate position at that time, because she had to gain the trust of the King, his counselors and nobles. Mal should know better than embarrassing her.
Imagine if you were in a high position for the first time in your life, trying to make an impression so everything could go alright and, in the meanwhile, your guardian walks around drunk.
This is not good. In today's world, they fire such people from their work.
And all these bullshit from him in R&R saying "I told stories of you from your childhood so they could see the real Alina" is also bullshit. Bitch, if you wanted to do something good, look respectable for the part. If you want to cry and drink kvas 24/7 then resign, lock yourself up and do it. Don't embarrass your boss.
Also, Bardugo had said that after S&S she received a lot of negative comments about Mal's character. So it's no wonder she made him suddenly all "good" in R&R. She wanted to give reasons to the readers to like him and support his eventual marriage with Alina.
Anyways, I know people will say that the Darkling was no better but, guys...
This is not a competition. Of who is better or worse.
And just like another person had once said in this fandom "The Darkling represents a fairytale character while Mal reminds you of every jerk you've met in your life"
And it's a perfect quote to describe them.
The Darkling is the type of guy we all fall in love in fiction. A fantastical character that does bad deeds but still you swoon over.
While Mal is that asshole you met in high school treating you like shit. That boy you were seeing in corridors flirting with every girl he saw and being a fuckboy. That relationship you had that undermined your value.
Mal is a character that hits very close at home for the readers (with his actions and personality).
This post about him and M*lina explains my thoughts perfectly.
Go read it when you can, guys. It's an incredible mini meta.
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oh man it's time for me to ramble again
Mentor Nicky/Apprentice reader
Also, ik most tattoo shops have an open floor plan but let's just pretend Nicholas has the piercer luxury and gets his own private room/space I promise ur not throating him in a room with 500 other people staring.
*NSFW below the cut, MDNI*
cw: possibly toxic dynamic, degradation, mentions of exhibitionism, raw sex (ya get it by now don't do this), toxic ass Nicholas (I'm sorry ik he's a sweetheart irl but I had to), oral (both receiving, Nicky eats it from the back js),
♡ he was doing the shop owner a favor by apprenticing you. You're his daughter, and Nicholas wanted to keep his job. Under any other circumstance he most likely would've declined. At least you're easy to look at.
♡ he had you working constantly, running errands for him and cleaning his station between clients. If you're gonna take up his time you were gonna be useful.
♡ you were trying your best!! You thought Nicholas was such an amazing artist and constantly complimented his work every chance you got. Alas, he continued to be a hard ass.
♡ there was palpable tension between the two of you to LITERALLY anyone else. you were clueless, but it's not like he made a point to hide how he stared at you while you performed some mundane task he'd assigned you to. You weren't aware until a specific interaction occurred-
♡ you'd finished up with your main errands and had set everything up for his next client, so you went to innocently ask if there was anything else you could do to help him out. He responded with
"if you really wanna help me, you'd be on your fuckin' knees under this desk."
♡ wow!
♡ well. You're the one who asked the question, and you're never one to decline when he orders you around. You wanted to please him, you really didn't wanna lose this apprenticeship :(( (you had no idea about the deal between Nicholas and your father, mind you.)
♡ this interaction led to a new dynamic. If you were done with whatever bullshit quest he'd sent you on, you're at his side like a lost puppy. He'd taken to nicknaming you that anyway since you were glued to his side most days and just "looked so pretty on the floor"
♡ he's gross!! I hate him!!! (This is a lie I would die for him)
♡ any time Nicholas was at his desk drawing up concepts for a new client, you were sat underneath and settled between his legs. He claimed it helped him focus but in reality it did the opposite.
♡ You knew the drill by now, he was your mentor but you had such a childish crush on him too. This wasn't helping. You hoped he liked you back. Surely he did, right? It definitely felt like it when he slid a free hand under the desk to tangle it in your hair and press your face against his hard cock through his jeans. He's an asshole and he absolutely has a picture of you in this exact position.
♡ if he didn't have clients for a bit, he'd drop whatever drawing he was meant to be working on to enjoy some quality time with his apprentice. By this he means fucking your throat while you're sat all prettily on your knees for him. He loved seeing you as messy as possible too bc he's gross and evil (and I literally need him so bad-)
♡ he'd smear his pre cum all over your pretty lips before telling you to open so he can slap the length on your tongue. He'd bury both hands in your hair and force your head all the way down on his dick when he cums some days and pull out to paint your face others. Either situation is dependent on how his day has been. Makes you clean your mess up either way by sucking the excess off his cock or licking what's left off your face from his fingers when he gathers it up just to have you clean it off. He reprimands you for being such a messy slut for him.
"Not very professional walking around with my cum on your face."
♡ LOVES resting his cock on your face just to see how big it is compared to you. (Again, has a pic of this bc he's awful)
♡ Nicholas bitches at you whenever you wear anything but a skirt to the shop. He claims if you want clients to notice you you're gonna have to "give them something to notice" but really it's all for him and he stares daggers at anyone who lingers on you for too long.
♡ Sometimes fucking your pretty mouth just isn't what he's craving. In this case, he pulls you onto his lap. It's a lot harder to focus on drawing this way than it is when you're on your knees for him so this is typically reserved for times where he's either very stressed or not busy.
♡ he'll squeeze your hips to grind you down onto his achingly hard length, rolling your hips against it through his jeans.
"so fuckin' stressed...gonna let me take it out on that pretty lil' pussy finally?"
"Just the tip, I promise- just wanna feel you." (Lie, he'll rub the tip against your entrance once before deciding that's not enough and he'll fuck his entire length into you)
♡ literally anyone else would've already left this position and told him to fuck himself but you're enamored and just wanna make him proud so you'll do anything. Is it wrong? Sure. Do you think about that? No. If Nicholas says so, surely it's nothing bad.
♡ he knows if his boss ever found any of this out he'd probably fucking kill him but God your pussy is good enough to risk it for. Feels like you were made for him. Plus, if he tells you to keep what you're up to on the low, you will.
♡ realllllllyyyy pushed it one day by picking you up off his lap and setting you on his tattoo chair so he could "fuck you right". He hiked your skirt up just enough for easy access and had you nearly in tears on his cock. Had to hold his hand tightly over your mouth so you'd keep quiet and would reprimand you for being so loud. You were trying your best, but it's hard when he's hitting just the right angle inside you and making your legs shake :((
"Do you want everyone else to hear? Fucking slut."
"You're acting like you've never been fucked before, am I really that good?"
"Just shut the fuck up and take my cock- fuck"
♡ usually he's insanely self indulgent and doesn't care to do anything for you but after watching you cum on his cock while laid out on his chair? Something in his brain flipped. He needed to see it again, feel you grip him that tight again.
♡ easiest way to do this for him was immediately flipping you over, face down ass up and burying his face in your pussy from behind. You were basically useless at this point, brain melted and eyes nearly crossed from how good he felt. You had really expected any reciprocation from him so this shit was a treat.
"You taste so fuckin' sweet- I should've done this earlier"
Ill write more on this ASAP but I'm stopping here to gather myself bc I need this man so bad I could literally eat a shopping cart piece by piece-
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Kinkmas Day 20: Hatefucking
Paring: Katsuki Bakugo x male reader
This guy
Summary: after smashing Kirishima, Bakugo meets up with you to settle the score a little bit more
Warnings: Swearing, kissing, marking, smashing, creampie, hatefucking DUH
Word count: 886
(This is a part 2 to my day 12 Kirishima fic)
You were walking out of Kirishima's room that night at 2 am, wearing a borrowed T-shirt and underpants that you took from him. You two went at it over and over again, with the occasional break that was actually quite nice just talking to him, but not near as good as his dick plunging into you for hours on end. Though it did make you awfully sore. The bite marks all over your neck, the random bruises throughout your body, and not to mention the numbness of your ass.
It was near impossible to get back to your dorm, almost falling over at least 10 times. It was during this when you met that old shit head Bakugou.
"Fucking slut." He spit out at you, voice full of disdain at the thought of you having sex with Kirishima.
"Jealous?" You asked, smirking.
"What's there to be jealous about? Kirishima's just too fucking stupid and you're too fucking easy." He started bitterly.
"You know what dude just fuck off, if you don't like me so much then why are you here standing right next to me talking. Get a life for fucks sake!" You said with an exhausted tone, just tired of his bullshit. He answers by predictably shoving you into the wall and pinning you.
But then he surprises you by gripping your arm and taking you to his room. You don't fight back or anything because at this fucking point you're just too tired to deal with anything.
He throws you in and then closes the door behind him. You walk over to sit on the bed, having been standing for far too long.
"You're such a fucking slut." Bakugo stated, almost sounding disgusted.
"If so, then why did you bring me in here?" You asked.
"Because you being a slut is perfect for me." He confessed before getting on top of you and kissing you roughly, not a sign of romantic attraction in it at all. You reciprocate, already mixing saliva, his tongue dominating yours easily.
He then goes from your lips to your neck, noticing the many marks littered there. He makes some of his own, biting and nipping at your neck roughly, unlike the more affectionate way that Kirishima did, and honestly, you kind of like it this way more. You knew he wanted to fuck you for months now, not even being very secretive about it with the more than necessary attention he gives you constantly.
"I need to make some of my own, just so people know how much of a cock hungry slut you are." He exclaimed before actually tearing off your borrowed shirt, while neatly taking his own clothes off. You do have to admit that his dick is pretty impressive, it's not as long as Kirishima's but it's way more girthy, if that is even possible.
"Fuck, you really are a whore." He said honestly, noticing the bruises scattered throughout your entire body from your previous escapades that night.
"Well, are you gonna fuck me or just stay here talking about much a of a slut I am?" You asked, just wanting this to be over with so you can go to bed. "Even though you're literally the one who brought me into your room, and the one who started to kiss me first, and the one who always walks up to me trying to catch my attention. But no totally, I'm the man whore."
He answers this by flipping you over and sticking his girthy member straight in your ass. It slides in relatively easily, Kirishima's cum being a pretty effective lube. Though he is still massive, and you're extremely sensitive, so it still hurts a decent amount.
But Bakugo doesn't care about that, so he immediately starts slamming into it at full force, not giving you any time to adjust. You scream out in pain, your nerves going haywire from how sensitive they are.
After a few more thrusts from him, it does start to get better. Your yelps of pain slowly but surely, not to your liking, turning into moans of pleasure.
He's pounding like a highschooler would, slamming into you with little technique, just reckless pounding to chase his own sexual needs, not caring much about yours and essentially only using you as a human flesh light. Apparently, you're quite the good human fuck toy, because you can clearly hear his groans that he tries to hold back in vain.
To be fair, he must be doing something right too, because after only a few more rough thrusts, you already climax. Bakugo follows soon after, shooting his load into your already filled ass.
"Now fuck off!" He screamed after pulling out of your ass. Before he needs to say another word, you've already left, taking one of his T-shirts to replace the one he destroyed.
While you're walking the halls with even shakier legs than before, you trip, well almost, because luckily Izuku is there, leaving his room to go to the bathroom, to catch you.
"Are you ok?" He asked, putting you back on your feet, fairly certain on what happened, you two were pretty loud. "If you want you could stay in-"
"Shut the fuck up and get out of my way, I'm done with fucking for the day!" You denied.
THE END
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PRACTICAL MAGIC (1998) SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ She knew that when you hear the sound of the deathwatch beetle the man you love is doomed to die. ❜
❛ In this house, we have chocolate cake for breakfast. We never bother with silly things like bedtimes or brushing our teeth. ❜
❛ So when you find yourself the center of attention, It's not that they hate you. It's that, well...We're different. ❜
❛ Even you have to admit, any man who gets involved with an Owens woman.is bound to end up 6 feet under. ❜
❛ My little witch, Iet's go inside and do some spells. ❜
❛ Be careful what you wish for. ❜
❛ I hope I never fall in love. ❜
❛ The guy I dreamed of doesn't exist. And if he doesn't exist, I'll never die of a broken heart. ❜
❛ I hate it here. I want to go where no one's even heard of us. ❜
❛ We'll grow old together. It'll be you and me living in a big house. These two old biddies with all these cats. I bet we even die on the same day. ❜
❛ Darling, when will you understand that being normal is not necessarily a virtue. It denotes a lack of courage. ❜
❛ It was the curse, wasn't it? He died because I loved him so much! ❜
❛ I've never asked you for anything! I never asked for spells, but do this! You can bring him back. ❜
❛ I don't care what he comes back as. As long as he comes back. ❜
❛ What's wrong with you? We do not cast. We do not toy with people's lives. This is not a game. ❜
❛ She has all this power and doesn't use it! ❜
❛ Sometimes I feel there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could hear the ocean. ❜
❛ The moon tonight, there's a circle around it. A sign of trouble not far behind. ❜
❛ But still, sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing...l dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. ❜
❛ I don't want them dancing naked under the moon. ❜
❛ The belladonna is in my bag. ❜
❛ Please, God, if you get us out of this, I'll be good. I'll have babies. ❜
❛ I had normal. I worked really hard to get that normal. ❜
❛ You have the worst taste in men. ❜
❛ Okay, I will get you out of this but when I do, we are definitely breaking up. ❜
❛ You won't believe it! We danced naked under the full moon! It was so fun! ❜
❛ I think a brownie for breakfast would fix you right up. ❜
❛ You've been away too long. Some things never change. ❜
❛ Hang onto your husbands, girls! ❜
❛ Midnight margaritas! ❜
❛ Since when is being a slut a crime in this family? ❜
❛ Something's going on. I can smell it. It's a very distinct smell. It's the smell of bullshit. ❜
❛ A cop looking for [name] wants to talk to you. And I think I'm having a heart attack. ❜
❛ And I know this sounds really strange, but I don't think I can lie to him. ❜
❛ On Halloween, they all jump off the roof and fly! ❜
❛ She's not saying they murdered him. Just that maybe they shook his hand and then he died. ❜
❛ If any man dared take on an Owens woman he'd live briefly in the euphoria of her love until meeting an untimely death. ❜
❛ Am I under some kind of surveillance? ❜
❛ Do you ever put your arms out and spin really fast? That's what love is like. It makes your heart race. It turns the world upside-down. But if you're not careful, if you don't keep your eyes on something still, you can lose your balance. ❜
❛ I got people telling me that you're up here cooking up placenta bars, that you're into devil worship... ❜
❛ You should come here on Halloween. You'd really see something. We all jump off the roof and fly. We kill our husbands too. ❜
❛ Do you have any idea how strange this all sounds to me? ❜
❛ Magic isn't just spells and potions. ❜
❛ It has power because you believe it does. ❜
❛ Wish you could believe in me. ❜
❛ We just stick to our stories. No body, no crime. ❜
❛ I. Me. Mine. That's all you can think about. You. It's all about you. ❜
❛ I'm sick and tired of cleaning up your messes. ❜
❛ You spend all your energy trying to fit in, be normal! But you'll never fit in. Because we're different! ❜
❛ All my life, I've wished I had half your talent. You're wasting yourself! ❜
❛ What if I told you I did kill him? What would you do? Would you send me to jail for life all because the world was short a man like [name]? ❜
❛ Someday you'll explain this all to me. ❜
❛ You killed his spirit, but I took his life. ❜
❛ I'll tell you all you need to know. How I did it, where I buried him. ❜
❛ You're saying what I'm feeling is just one of your spells? ❜
❛ If you stay, I wouldn't know if it was because of the spell, and you wouldn't know if it was because I didn't want to go to prison. ❜
❛ You know, all relationships have problems. ❜
❛ Curses only have power when you believe in them. And I don't. ❜
❛ You know what? I wished for you too. ❜
❛ Oh, dear. It seems we've not arrived in the nick of time. ❜
❛ This is what comes from dabbling. You can't practice witchcraft while you look down your nose at it. ❜
❛ You know the stuff everyone whispers about me…the hexes, the spells? Well, here's the thing. I'm a witch! ❜
❛ There's a little witch in all of us. ❜
❛ He wants me. Just me. Everyone will be safe. Just let him take me. ❜
❛ Don't die on me, please. Because we're supposed to die together, remember? The same time. You promised me that. And this is not that day. ❜
❛ What wouldn't I do for the right guy? ❜
❛ Can love travel back in time and heal a broken heart? ❜
❛ There are some things I know for certain: Always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder. Keep rosemary by your garden gate. Plant lavender for luck. And fall in love whenever you can. ❜
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Pit Babe Colors Ep. 1-2
Because I have asks in my inbox about the color coding in Pit Babe even though I don't want to watch it, I'm going to challenge myself with this show and see how good my color skills really are. I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, I'm going to take off the captions.
*stretches body and pops neck* I'm going in.
Episode 1
The first episode established this tale is red versus blue.
Therefore, I do not trust these two. If this was West Side Story, we'd have a rumble on our hands.
I already know this one, *looks at MDL* Charlie is a Blue Boy but he isn't on the team. He is trying hard to fit in, so he came prepared.
The red is gonna win this. The smoke said it.
The blue is gonna win this round. The smoke said it.
The lighting outside of the house was normal and dark, but as soon as they opened the door, RED LIGHTING!
Someone is lying. But who? Charles, you have more red. You have some explaining to do, sir.
WAIT! Who picked this spot? These is a lot of red here and Babe is in black and red. HE IS THE RED?! Or is this just a neutral space for the reds x blues to mingle?
Something is happening with the red squad, and it does not spark joy in either of these LIARS!
Episode 2
This man is Big Red. He has the red cars behind him and earlier he had the red scissor kit, so he is also red flags.
This is a blurry image, but Babe has red pants on when he is getting beat up by Big Red in the flashback, so . . . Babe is the red. He defected to the blues, so now Big Red and him have beef. Also, homie holding him back looked sad. He will be an asset later.
No! We are NOT doing a dark versus light dynamic! I DON'T CARE IF CHARLES BRINGS LIGHT TO YOUR LIFE, BARBRA!
Wearing blue while meeting with someone who drinks red milkshakes? SUS!
Of course Big Red would like the only driver out of the three who had the red car. Way to be predictable, Big Red.
I DON'T TRUST THIS MAN! He came in like Charles in blue, but he has a red bag. Was he the one Charles was speaking to with the red milkshake? And these two in the back are still doing their red-and-blue bullshit! Oh hell nah! GET THEM OUTTA HERE! Cars are gonna catch on fire. I know that for damn sure.
OH SHIT IT WAS HIM! The colors never lie. So Charles IS a red too!
So is this gonna be Rihanna's "We found love in a hopeless place" and these two are going to break away from the red versus blue battle and become dark and light balanced instead? Because they just walked into a neutral space FILLED with red and blue yet still fighting people. Send me a memo, show. Also, I appreciate that Babe is a Slut for Christ.
CHARLES IS WEARING RED GLOVES! Was this fight thrown?! Was this was all a show with the new red driver?
The dark and the light clothing. The column between them. The red car backing Charles while he has the blue shirt, but he picks the blue car. They are going to breakaway from the norm and do their own thing. I feel it.
So . . . Charles can't drive, and Barbara is yelling at him now. I hope this is the red team slandering both of them in the media because how did Charles come onto a gay RACING team not able to drive stick? That's gay agenda item #1 - know how to handle a stick.
THESE TWO AGAIN! I 👏🏾 don't 👏🏾 trust 👏🏾 them 👏🏾.
Barbara and Charles are arguing again while Charles is in full blue (and that Ken with the magic earring necklace!)
Oh, Way knows Charles is up to something, but I'm more concerned with this man in black. That's the one who works for Big Red and held Babe back. I know he is still on Big Red's payroll because of episode one, so . . . What do you want with our Barbie?!
I feel good about this. The smoke told me the winners of the race. The milkshake and bag told me that newbie mechanic was no bueno. I'm going to commit to this adventure. No sound. No captions. Just vibes and colors.
#pit babe#pit babe the series#the colors mean things#and they will guide me the whole way through#color coded boys in love
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not to add to your wip's but... Eddie saying this to Steve as he watches him cook breakfast on their six month anniversary https://www.tumblr.com/heavyheavycream/735906040127930368/small-dialogue-i-thought-would-be-cute?source=share :)
Oh you. (I'm not complaining, this gave me something to do on a three hour flight. 😋)
Ugh, this turned out so domestic and sweet that I'm getting a toothache.
❤️🥞🫐❤️🥞🫐❤️🥞🫐❤️🥞🫐❤️🥞🫐❤️🥞🫐❤️🥞🫐
Eddie has never been in a relationship where he got to celebrate anniversaries before. Hell, he’s never been in a relationship before, full-stop, let alone a long term one.
Steve has, but he always points out that it wasn’t exactly a successful one—whatever was between him and Nancy to start with had started its emergency descent the night Barb died, or maybe the afternoon he’d stood back and let Tommy H. spray paint slut on a movie theater marquee. Either way, he’d missed the memo and never assumed a crash position, and that had been one hell of a thump on the head.
And Eddie knows this. He knows that bullshit eroded a lot of Steve’s confidence in keeping someone interested long term, not helped by the way his parents seem to have forgotten they have a son and a home in Hawkins. He and Steve have talked about it, just like he’s admitted his worries that he’s only ever a temporary attraction, a warm willing hand or mouth, or a hard dick, good only for back alley or bar bathroom lust. He’s had some grimy one night stands that never moved on from standing and lasted less than ten minutes, and on some level he’d likened that to his mom dying (leaving him) when he was still little and his dad’s short attention span for anything that wasn’t shiny and easy to pawn.
They’re both damaged goods, is the thing; they even have enough scars to prove it to any casual observer at a quick glance. And everyone has always taken one look at Eddie Munson and thought they knew exactly what he was: poor, abandoned, trailer trash, nerd, metalhead, super senior, cult leader, trouble.
But he wakes up and rolls over, stretching and yawning, to find a note on Steve’s side of their shaded bed, right on the pillow that still smells of expensive shampoo, and it reads, Happy 6 month Anniverasry Eds!
It makes Eddie feel warm all over, spelling error and all. So loved, that Steve never lets his runaway imagination get the mistaken idea that his boyfriend is gone gone.
He continues stretching, going lazily through the morning routine that will help keep his right leg from cramping up the way it’s prone to doing now. Luxuriates in rolling around without restriction, arching his back up from the mattress and letting out a little moan as his spine pops a little, because it feels satisfying. An outward (inward?) echo of how his life has fallen into place since the Upside Down. First a free man, then a high school graduate, an honest to god boyfriend, and now gainfully employed at a record shop. It’s not glamorous, but he doesn’t need glamor anymore. Rock star life doesn’t hold the same appeal now that he’s been in the worst kind of spotlight, and as a taken man the only other appeal would be the freer access to hard drugs, which… pass. He’s retired his old metal lunch box, except to house his personal weed stash.
Speaking of, he sits up and looks around for it only to find a joint already rolled and waiting for him on the nightstand. He recognizes Steve’s handiwork with a smile, and takes it up along with the lighter waiting beside it to hit the green.
It’s gonna be a good day.
He feels nice and loose by the time he leaves the bedroom, barefoot and clad in boxers and a faded crop top that’s seen better days. His stomach rumbles and he gives it an absent pat, scratching idly beneath where it curves out more and more these days as he shuffles down the hall to the kitchen where he can already hear Steve singing a Tears for Fears song.
“—Don’t take my heart don’t break my heart don’t, don’t, don’t da da da da…”
Eddie takes a seat on one of the tall chairs along the outer counter that separates the kitchen proper from their second hand breakfast table. He knows that Steve notices the scrape of it against the linoleum because he perks up, not turning yet because he’s alternating between flipping fried eggs and pancakes in different pans on the stove, reaching over them to give the third pan of bacon on one of the back burners a shake to make sure it isn’t sticking. The fourth burner is occupied by a lidded pot with steam leaking faintly around the edges, likely some sort of berry topping for the pancakes, because Eddie likes to drown his in more than just syrup and melted butter.
And, frankly, Steve likes to spoil him. It shows in the way Eddie’s arm spreads a little where it rests on top of the open counter shelf and pushes his softened pec up to a rounded curve at the stretched collar of his top, and the way his belly plops onto the countertop below when he leans forward. His thick thighs have sent the legs of his boxers riding up again, pushed to kiss the waistband where it’s been rolled in the opposite direction by the weight of his midsection. He knows that his ass is spreading on the vinyl seat and will make a noise whenever he stands up, and that he’s developed some serious love handles and back rolls. Who the fuck cares about that, though, when his man is cooking him a mouthwatering spread for breakfast and humming a dumb pop song about being head over fucking heels? Eddie props his other arm on the shelf and his cheek on one hand, swinging his legs contentedly and enjoying the way it makes parts of him wobble with the motion.
“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” Steve calls over his shoulder, and Eddie chuckles indulgently at how dorky it is, keeps kicking his feet.
“A feast, by the looks of it, Stevie,” he teases. “Did you invite anyone else to our special anniversary breakfast without telling me?”
“I didn’t even invite you, nerd,” comes the retort. “You were supposed to still be in bed so I could bring it to you and feed you there.”
Eddie smirks. “What can I say, baby. I got hungry. Got the little gift you wrapped for me, though… smoked it all up, hope you didn’t want any.”
“That’s alright,” Steve says, and flips a perfectly golden pancake onto an already stacked plate with a grace born of practice. “I knew you wouldn’t leave leftovers.”
“Damn right,” Eddie murmurs, ogling both the food and Steve’s perfect pert ass in white briefs. It’s nothing compared to his own these days, but he’s quite partial to it. Could make a feast of it in fact, and has. But that’s not what this morning is about.
Steve must feel his gaze, because he wiggles his hips enticingly before sliding the eggs out onto another plate, piling the bacon on next to and a little on top of them. A third plate has a stack of pre-buttered toast, and Eddie licks his lips at all of the above as Steve takes the lid off the pot and ladles a thick, sticky substance over both toast and pancakes—smells like blueberries today. Of course it is; blueberries are Eddie’s favorite.
His empty belly gives an anticipatory rumble.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie says, licking his lips. “You remember our first night together?”
And oh, what a night that had been. Back when Eddie had still been thin as a rail, thinner than usual after his near death experience and still fresh off a hospital discharge. All pent up from a long stretch of heated fantasies about what Steve sticking by his bedside almost constantly could mean. So of course Steve had been the one to drive him home, since Wayne had run out of time off from the plant. Of course Steve had stayed to keep him company, and Eddie had suggested they smoke up because he had to do something to keep from getting all in his own head about it, and Steve had agreed and then kept watching him with those eyes. Fuck, a guy could drown in those things, and Eddie had, and then Steve had kissed him and whispered wonderful things. And Eddie had thought, Okay, at least I get to live the dream for a bit, then life’ll go back to normal once I fall asleep and he takes off.
“Yeah,” Steve says now, turning off the burners and turning to face Eddie with a tender look on his face. The same one Eddie had first seen upon waking six months earlier to find he’d been wrong, that Steve hadn’t left after all.
Eddie favors him with a slow smile. “Remember the next morning, when you told me that food was your love-language?”
“Yeah, I remember.” A hint of red warms Steve’s cheeks, and he starts picking up the plates. There are only three this time, but he can stack two on each arm when he needs to, Eddie’s seen him do it. His man is so capable, it’s really such a fucking turn-on. “Why?”
Smile turned up to full-on dimples now, Eddie leans forward just a little bit more. Puts the full heft of himself even more on display because he knows Steve loves it, loves how soft and insatiable he’s become, outsides matching how he’s always felt about Hawkins’ golden boy on the inside. “Because, baby… I feel very loved right now.”
Steve’s laugh is delighted, giddy, perfect. He shoos Eddie down the hall back to the bedroom of their new apartment, following with the food that means I love Eddie Munson even though neither of them has officially said it yet. They’re still both a bit broken, a bit fragile, but healing.
It’s the first major relationship milestone Eddie has ever gotten to celebrate, and it’s sweeter than syrup mixed with homemade blueberry compote.
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