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i wanted to do a redraw of the second sams fanart i ever made, so, here!! i like to think I've improved quite a bit :)
oh and this still applies btw /hj
#god that feels so long ago what the fuckkkk#it was only like four months ago i made the og!#agchgcgh\#sams#fanart#art#tsams#the sun and moon show#fnaf sun#sun#sun and moon show#sun sams#sun tsams#tsams bloodmoon#bloodmoon fanart#fnaf bloodmoon#tsams bloodtwins#sams bloodtwins
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“ I HOPE YOU KNOW I'M FADED ”
drunk!gojo x exgf!reader ღ MDNI.
❥ summary. you and your toxic ex, gojo, broke up months ago. yet you find his drunk ass outside your apartment door.
❥ warnings. nsfw, female anatomy, toxic ex, manipulative gojo, dub con, dacryphilia, use of the name 'daddy', alcohol mentioned, tw: toxic relationship dynamic, etc.
❥ a/n. okok this one i thought of while i was bored at work, hope y'all enjoyyyy. i had to resubmit this post bc it got taken down bruh lets hope it doesnt happen again (title was inspired from the song 'spotlight' by lil peep; it is encouraged to listen while reading :3)
❥ wc. 3.2k
Your life has been rather drama-free ever since you broke up with Satoru Gojo.
After the constant arguments and severe manipulation that he had put you through, you decided enough was enough and you told him to essentially fuck off.
But if you were being honest with yourself, you weren't fully over him yet. In fact, life may have been drama-free but it became so boring after that. In some kind of fucked up way, you kind of missed the rollercoaster of emotions he put you through.
That's just how things are you guess, prioritizing your peace over that man was the healthier decision in the long run. You blocked his number and all of his social media as well as ghosting all of your mutuals, like Suguru and Shoko. It was a tough decision but you were tired of them asking about you and Satoru. He's done enough damage to your life already.
It's been radio silence since then, wonderful peace and quiet for two whole months. You found yourself taking up old hobbies again, exercising regularly, and even talking to other men. Life was right back on track and you were on your way to properly healing.
Unfortunately, it wasn't enough because he still knew where you lived. You didn't really bank on the fact he would come banging on your door. You believed he would just move on, since he is Satoru Gojo after all. Any woman would be head over heels for the handsome man, even if he was toxic as fuck.
But no, god dammit it all, he is still stuck on you.
Loud banging could be heard on your apartment door. It scared the living daylights out of you when you shot up from beneath your covers. You thought that there was someone trying to break in or perhaps your building manager was trying to alert you to a fire. You immediately rolled out of bed and ran to the door.
That's when you heard that cursed voice.
"Open uppppp!" the voice slurred on the other side.
You groan an exasperated "Noooooo fuckkkk!" under your breath after realizing it's your ex.
"Baby please... I know you're in thereeee" He said in a joking manner.
You open the door a crack, not unhooking the chain lock. "Go away, I told you I never wanted to see you again." You said coldly. Your voice was also a tad raspy, as you had just woken up from a deep slumber.
"Baby don't be like that, let daddy in will you?" He purred through the crack of the door. You could tell he was under the influence of something and it caused you to roll your eyes.
"Fuck no, now leave before I call the cops." You threatened as you went to shut the door.
The door came to a halt with a loud 'THUD'. Satoru grabbed the chain lock with his fist and he held it open before you could shut it. You gasp and jolt back from the audacity that this guy had.
"No no no no no, you're not listening t'me. I wanna talk to you." He said as he tried to pull the chain off the door.
You knew he had the strength to do it too and you didn't feel like replacing it so you annoyedly invited him in.
"Christ, fine but only for a bit! Do you understand me?" You said sharply, unlocking the chain.
"Anything you want, mama." He said grinning, he swiped the door open wide to let his towering frame through the doorway.
You click your tongue in irritation as you quietly close the door behind him. "What do you want, Satoru? It is 3 in the fucking morning!" You whisper yelled.
"Shhhhshhhshh" He spat out at you, putting his long finger against your lips, hushing you. "I just missed you so much, hehe." He found it amusing you were getting angry and it only triggered you more.
"Don't touch me, you're not my boyfriend anymore." You said smacking his hand away from you.
"Says who?" He asks confusedly. He tilts his head to the side.
"Says me!" You said trying not to scream too loud and wake the neighbors.
"Pshhh nah ah!" He says as he smirks. "I say we just forgive each other and move on, huh?" He proposes the idea, with full confidence.
You let out a laugh in disbelief. "Each other? You prick, you're the one that manipulated me and used me! If anything you should be begging me for forgiveness! And you can start by leaving!" Your voice was starting to get louder, but you were beyond infuriated right now.
"What are y'talking about? Don't start with this crazy shit." He said with a twinge of irritation in his voice. He slouched a lot worse than usual, his hands stuffed into the pocket of his sweats. He was wearing that stupid compression shirt that would always make your head spin when you saw it.
He also reeked of alcohol. It was safe to say that the dude was drunk. It took a lot just to get him tipsy, so for him to be this drunk it must've meant he's been at it all night.
"Look baby, I just came from Sukuna's house party and it made me realized how much I missed youuu." he said, his eyes all glossy.
Oh? So, he decided to crawl back after drinking himself silly at some house party? This guy couldn't get anymore pathetic, you thought to yourself. "You stink of booze, get out of my apartment you bum." You said pointing out the door. "I don't need you ruining my life again."
"C'mon don't be like that princess, you know the only thing I'd ever ruin is your slutty little holes." He said, smirking. He grabbed your chin with his hand and brought you close to his face. You could smell the whiskey still hot on his breath.
You were so beyond done with this. "You're repulsive, do not talk about me like that." All of the emotions you had that you've suppressed came back and all at once. You could feel that all too familiar burning in your eyes and throat.
You went silent and smoothed over your hair with your hand, trying to soothe yourself. Do not let him make you cry again. You took a few deep breaths before continuing.
"Look I know you're fucked up, but you need to call an Uber and leave immediately." You said looking up into his eyes to show how serious you were being.
He just continued to give you this cocky smirk while tuning you out. He just won't fucking listen to you.
"Ok! Well here this shit is again! You never take me seriously! It's like I'm this big fucking joke to you!" You yelled out, letting your emotions start to swell inside your chest.
Tears began to spill from your eyes as months and months of frustrations started to unravel. You looked down and brought your sleeve to wipe your tears. "Well, I won't take it anymore! I-" Suddenly you found that your breath was suddenly snatched from your lungs, after looking back up at him.
Satoru was palming his hard-on while you were sobbing. He was getting off to your tears. The fucking bastard.
"Are you─!" You were cut off by Satoru's moans.
"Fuck, you are so sexy when you get all emotional like that. God, I just want to shut you up with my cock." He said eyes fixated on your face.
"You cannot be serious right now!" You've had enough of his shit, you shoved him, trying to get him out the door.
"Oooh playin' rough with me princess?" He doesn't budge from you trying to push him. "Aww, if only you weren't so weak." He says as he wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls it up. He yanks your hand above your head and watches you squirm.
He looks thoroughly amused and cracks a smile when you fight back.
"Aw I miss this, us arguing and fighting. It always gets my blood pumping." he said, shoving you to your knees.
You tried to fight where this was inevitably going to end up, but it was no use. Satoru was just too damn strong and too damn convincing.
He hisses as he frees his dick from his sweats. It bobs up and down from the sudden release. Your eyes follow it, mesmerized with how big it was. It's been a few months since you last saw it. You had so many conflicting thoughts racing through your head as you silently knelt on the floor below him.
"Suck." He commanded, holding his tip to your lips. His precum lubricated your soft lips, making you feel sticky already.
You shook your head and used your hands to push away from it using his thighs as leverage. You didn't want to give into him, not after everything.
"No fuck- c'mon baby just open wide." He cooed out to you. Even now he was deciding everything for you. He decided you were going to suck his dick and that's what you were going to do.
It was a struggle between you pushing away and him grabbing your hair and pushing your head down onto his cock. Between his groans in anticipation and your whines in protest, he became increasingly impatient.
"No no no, shhhshhh... that's a good girl." He hiccupped. Satoru successfully got your mouth to take his tip. He grunted and tilted his head back slightly, feeling you slowly but surely take his length.
"Oh fuck, I missed your mouth so much baby." He purred as he parted your hair out of your face.
You closed your eyes in defeat as tears began sliding down your cheeks. He held your head still with one hand gripping on your pony tail and pumped himself in and out of your mouth.
"Fuuuuck, no matter where I looked I couldn't find another girl who satisfied me like you do." He started to invade your throat with his length, making your esophagus become sore and your lungs burn from the lack of air.
You choked on his cock, saliva dripping down your chin and neck, as well as down his balls. Your fingernails dug deep into his thighs, trying to either push yourself off or for leverage. One of the two, you didn't know anymore. All you knew was that little warm sensation that built between your legs. Your body was betraying you, you were supposed to hate this man, to not let him abuse you anymore. But fuck, his cock hit all the right places in your tight throat. Your eyes begin to cross as you struggle to breathe.
"Shit, you swallow me so good. Mmm, tell me you want daddy to cum down your throat." He said fucking into your mouth, your lewd slurping sounds were very pleasing to his ears.
You let out a muffled moan in response, obviously you couldn't say anything but that was enough of an answer for him.
"Oh fuck, take my load." he ordered, his abs flexing as he came. He groaned as he painted your throat white with his seed. You could feel the hot, sticky fluid make its way down your throat as you swallowed it all.
More tears fell onto your cheeks. "Hate you, 'toru." you whined out, throat still raw from his dick forcing its way in.
Satoru gave you that cocky smile again and tapped his cock against your cheek as you pouted. "Still harddd." he sang. "Wanna be a doll f'me and get on all fours?" He said wiping the spit off your chin.
You were so disappointed in yourself. This man was forcing himself back into your life and all you could do was watch as it happened. You looked up at him and see that faded look in his eyes. They say that drunk words were sober thoughts, has he been wanting to do this for two months?
Despite everything, you did exactly as he said. You turned around and lowered yourself onto all fours. Truth is, your pussy was aching for him and it had been since you guys broke up. Those men couldn't satisfy you and neither could your dildo, at least not like how Satoru can. Perhaps this whole situation was inevitable.
You pull down your panties and shamefully spread your pussy out for him, showing how you were already wet and ready for him to stretch you out.
"Aww, baby you're already soaked. I haven't even touched you down there yet." He said kneeling down to take a closer look. He took his hand to grip your ass and moved his thumb to swipe a line against your cunt.
You shuddered from the satisfaction of finally being touched where you were aching. You could hear shuffling from behind you and felt a sudden wet, warmth swipe up and down on your clit.
You gasped and clasped your hand over your mouth in response to Satoru suddenly eating you out. How polite of him to at least warm you up.
There was something so feral about the way he ate you out. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but he was sloppily sucking on your clit making your legs shake from the pleasure. He began humming and moaning as his tongue entered you, pumping in and out. His fingernails were digging into the fat of your ass as he spread your cheeks nice and wide for him.
Your arms wanted to give out from under you, but the bastard chose to fuck you on the cold hardwood flooring in the foyer. So you struggled to hold your head up, as if that would protect your dignity.
Satoru parted his mouth from your now slick folds, spit dripping all over your floors. "Mmm, baby I missed tasting you." He said, lust dripping from his voice almost as much as the saliva down his chin. He wiped the drool and slick from his mouth and gave your ass a swift 'SMACK'. You yelped out from the sudden sting.
"You ready baby? This is my favorite part." He cooed into your ear as he rutted his erection against your pussy.
"Yes 'Toru, fuck me please." You whined out. You were already gone, you just wanted the sweet release of the growing knot in your tummy. It was far too late to fight back at this point, all you could think about was him rearranging your guts.
He didn't need to hear any other words of confirmation as he aligned his throbbing cock with your dripping cunt. He pushed the tip in and let a shaky moan out along with a hiss.
"Fuck, always so tight." He groaned while thrusting just the tip in and out of your hole. His hands were still gripping your ass at this time, but he moved his left hand to grip onto your shoulder, lowering you onto his cock.
You let out such sweet moans and whimpers as he watched your pretty cunt swallow him up. He was mesmerized, trying not to cum at the very sight of it. He gave a drawn out sigh in relief from feeling your gummy walls clamp onto him.
He repositioned his large hands to have a strong grip on your waist as he started to thrust in and out of you. It was a slow rhythm at first, nice and sensual like he was trying to massage your insides.
It drove you insane, feeling him drag in and out. He had your back arched, so you folded your arms and laid on them. You scraped the floors with your nails as you felt him start to smack his hips against your ass.
"Mmm... fuck Satoru..." you mewled out, shoulder blades pushing together as your back curved in.
"M'gonna ruin your little pussy." He said making his thrusts rougher. "Gonna punish you for leaving me." He grunted out through clenched teeth. He let out a breathy moan as he leaned over you, slamming his hips flush against your ass.
You let out a sharp squeal as he jackhammered your cervix at this new angle. This squeal pleased him so much that he chuckled and said, "Keep making those cute little sounds."
He caged you beneath him by putting all of his weight on his left arm, holding his hand steadily on the floor by your head. He took his right arm and roughly took your arms from beneath your head. He pinned them both behind your back as he relentlessly pounded into you. This way he could have complete control over your body.
Your face was now met with the cold floor. Your cheek was squished and your mouth agape, drooling from the mind-melting ecstasy. You were starting to see stars, eyes not being able to focus on a single thing. Not that you could see through your tears anyways. You felt your climax approaching rapidly, pussy clenching him uncontrollably.
He started to curse under his breath as his thrusts became more shaky and messy from the pressure. You could tell he was nearing his orgasm too.
"Fuck baby, cum on my cock. Wanna feel you squeeze me." He said, his words coming out super slurred. You couldn't see his expression but you could tell from his voice that he was not only drunk but also pussy-drunk.
Your hands clenched from behind your back and your whole body seized up as you reached your limit. "F-fuck m'gonna cum daddy!" You screeched out, forgetting it was four in the morning. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you gasped. Your whole body spasmed as you felt that sweet release you had been craving for months.
"Oh shit baby-" He cut himself off as he bit down on his lip. He hunched his entire body over you and his hands flew to grip onto your hips. "M'gonna fucking fill you so deep" He whimpered as he slammed your ass tightly against his pelvis. You could feel him twitch against you as that familiar warmth invades your pussy.
His curses are much louder this time around, slurring out profanities as thick ropes of cum coat your walls.
You gave one last whine before completely collapsing under him. "Satoru..." you said softly, very much out of breath.
He was silent for a second, slowly pulling himself out of your sore, leaking hole. He took his thumb and plugged your cunt so that his precious fluids stayed inside.
You squeaked from the feeling and laid on the floor in defeat. Your whole body was spent and you felt as if you could pass out on the floor.
He stood up and lifted his sweats back up. "C'mon princess lets go back to bed." He said kneeling back down to pick you up.
"I hate you, Satoru." You said meekly. You meant it, yet you didn't at the same time.
"Love you too baby." He said picking you up, bridal style.
He carried you to your bed, slipping under the covers with you. He spooned you and rested his face in the crook of your neck.
His scent was intoxicating, cologne mixed with musk and alcohol. Fuck, you really did miss him after all.
Whatever, you'll deal with kicking him out in the morning. Or not. You weren't sure anymore as you drifted back to sleep.
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Concentrate (w.m)
Wanda Maximoff x G!P Reader
Y/ns POV:
"Babe are you ready the party started 20 minutes ago" I yell to my girlfriend "yeah yeah I'm coming y/n calm...wow" she stops and stares atme in awe making me feel extremely shy "baby stop looking at me" I giggle as she wraps her arms around me kissing my jawline "I will never get tired of seeing you all dressed up in a suit its extremely sexy" I blushand slap her ass "shhhh let's go we need to get to the compound we're already late" I giggle leaving a gentle kiss on her cheek and walk out to the car gently pulling her behind me as we get to the car I open her door for her "my lady" I gently curtsey for her as she giggles "oh my such a gentle woman " I laugh as I close the door and run round to the drivers side andstart out journey as she rests her hand on my thigh "I really love when you wear suits you look amazing" she says out of the blue looking at me with a huge smile "that's why i wear them Tony's stupid party's because I know you love it" I smile back after 20 minutes we arrive at the compound and I run round to open her door "why thank you baby" she smiles waiting to take my hand as we walk in "Wanda! Y/n" a drunken Tony yells running over to us pulling us into a hug "drunk already old man" I joke aswe both laugh and head in to enjoy the party "Here you go baby" i smile handing Wanda her drink and start to drink my own "so how long have you guys been together now" Bruce asks with a smile "a little over 3 years" we say in unison and look at each other with a smile " wow that's amazing I knew you guys hit it off right away" Nat smirks at us "stop it you'll make her blush" Wanda giggles "ohh come dance with me baby" she drags me to the dance floor as we dance like no one's watching "god I love you so fucking much" I whisper to her ear "and I love you so fucking much baby" we spend half an hour dancing before I tap out "baby I'm going to get a drink want one" she smiles and nods and I head to the bar to get 2 drinks and take one over to Wanda who's sitting on the couch making me giggle "tired too huh?" I ask as I sit beside her handing her my drink "fuck yes geez can definitely tell I'm not 21 anymore" she giggles as we sit and talk.
We've been here for 4 hours it's just past midnight and I have a tipsy girlfriend "I want to make a baby with you" she giggles sitting on my lap straddling me with a smirk as I look at her shocked "I'm being serious y/n I want to start a family with you" as I let what she says sink in I smile and kiss her gently "I want a family with you too Wanda" she wraps her arms around me pulling me in for a tight hug "let's go home so we can start the baby making process " she whispers into my ear seductively as she gently bites it "yep yes definitely let's go baby" we stand up to leave and say our goodnights and goodbyes to our friends as we head to the car "so does that mean no more condoms baby" I ask as she pushes me against the car "nope no more condoms " as the words and her pushing her body against me hit me I feel my bulge start to grow "fuck let's get home" I quickly open her door and fall running round to side as she giggles I start the car and head home after 5 minutes of driving I feel her rubbing my thigh getting higher and higher "fuckkkk baby I'm driving" I moan out and she smirks at me as she unzips my suit pants and pulls my dick out stroking it ever so slowly "concentrate baby" I can tell she's grinning as her pace increased and I moan trying to concentrate on the road a head "fuck Wanda that feels amazing " I moan not daring to look her way "shhh eyes on the road baby" as her hand gets faster I feel the knot in my stomach "shiiiit baby I'm gonna cum" I breath out and it only encourages her to get faster I bite my lip hard as I start to cum shooting my load all up my suit and Wandas hands and arms "Holy shit y/n there was so much" I sigh as the pleasure washes over me and try to control my breathing as I pull over and look to my girlfriend "that was amazing but also so fucking naughty what if I crashed" I try to say with a straight face "I told you to concentrate baby" she says with an innocent voice fuck this woman is something else "panties off now and get out and bend over the hood and wait like a good girl" Ismirk as she hands me her panties and heads out to get into position I sit back and watch for a minute before heading out to my waiting girlfriend and I bite my lip as she looks at me with begging eyes "now should I fuck you or make you wait" I smirk as she looks at me "please baby fuck me fill me with your cum, put a baby in me" my eyes widen slightly as a moan leaves my lips, why can't I say no to this woman I unzip my pants and pull my hardened member out and run it through her wet folds groaning at the sensation of her wet cunt "please don't tease me baby" she whimpers I grip her hair pulling her head back to allow me access to her neck as she moans and I slam deep inside her as I moan into her ear "shitttt baby so good fuck i love feeling you without the condom" she moans making me thrust harder and faster "I love being inside you with no condom" I moan fucking her cunt at a brutal pace "yes fuck y/n I need you to fill me put a baby in me" she screams loudly I groan as my orgasm approaches "so close baby" I almost yell as I feel her walls clamp my cock tight letting me know she's hit her orgasm I continue to thrust as I unload my cum deep inside my needy girlfriend and close my eyes "oh fuck Wanda" I slide out of my girlfriend as she whimpers "I'm keeping the panties baby you don't need them tonight " I smirk as I help Wanda stand properly and we get back into the car "I wasn't gonna put them back on baby" she smirks biting her lip as I drive home with a smile on my face.
AN: just a little update hope you enjoy if you have any requests feel free to message me and I'll do my best for you 😊 stay hydrated people word Count for this chapter is 1.2k
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okay this is actually the first time ive written filth literally ever so please go easy on me
it's y/n and connie getting freaky in a pizzeria bathroom. like that's it that's the fic
((and big thank u to @quiveringdeer for looking this over for me beforehand!! it means a lot to me 😊))
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connie x reader
cw: afab reader, sort-of dom connie, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, praise kink a little? and of course mdni
when you first start dating connie, it's innocent. it's walks by the lake, it's watching him do tricks at the skate park, it's holding hands at the movies. you feel like you're 17 again, laughing together while you play guitar hero and memorizing each others drink orders at the local coffee shop. it's innocent. it's refreshing.
but one day you're walking downtown and the sun is setting, and his hazel eyes are shining, and something just. changes. it's primal, it's downright sinful. you can't keep your hands off him for another second.
Not an hour has passed and you're in the unisex bathroom of your local pizza parlor. It's way in the back, far away from the hustle and bustle of the dining area, where the only prying eyes are the pair right in front of you. Connie's lips are slack and shining with spit, and what little hair is on his head is pushed up in every direction.
Hes got you pushed up against the flaky 1990s style wallpaper, and the whole place reeks of red pepper flakes and bread. But all you can really smell is the heady scent of Him, as he grips your wrist with one hand and pushes it above your head with a thump.
"Fuckkkk," he whines, "when's the last time I told you how sexy you are?" he's pressing you into the wall with the full weight of his body, baggy t-shirt hiding the rigidity of his muscles as they pin you in place.
You laugh, intoxicated by the feel of him. "About 30 seconds ago baby."
He nuzzles into your neck, groans so loud you can feel the purr of his voice box against your shoulder. "Damnnnnnn that long? I gotta pick up the slack."
He moves a hand down to your hips, grips you even tighter. Before you can even register what he's doing, he's biting down onto your neck, licking and sucking like his life depends on it. You try to choke back your moans to no avail. Especially when he works his way up to your ear, making the most lewd sounds you've ever heard, right where he knows you can hear it.
"God you're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, but it's loud and clear by the shell of your ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so good. Gonna make you forget we're in a goddamn pizza parlor."
And Connie is dependable. The type of guy who keeps his promises. So when he slips off your pants dangerously slowly and gets on his knees along with them, you know he's not bluffing. Two fingers, freshly trimmed you notice, reach out to touch the bottom of your underwear, reverently testing the areas closest to your heat. "Look at that," he whispers, almost to himself. "Already so wet. That for me?"
You nod, a little embarrassed. You're no unplucked flower, but this has all been preamble up to this point. The farthest you've gone with Connie is an impromptu makeout session while out on a hike, nothing like this.
"Yeah?" He says, acknowledging your sheepish response. "Who am I kidding. Of course it's for me."
In one swift motion, he takes your panties between his teeth, right where he had pressed so delicately earlier, and pulls them down to your ankles. Before you even have time to register the chill of the bathroom his mouth is on your cunt, tongue pressing open your folds as those same fingers rub circles on your inner thighs.
"Connie..." you breathe out, unable to stop yourself. Your head hits the back of the gritty wallpaper as he works at pleasuring you, the sloppy noise of tongue against slick echoing in the empty bathroom. "Fuck you're good at this."
Connie hums in response, looks up at you with those big hazel eyes, now looking closer to brown from the darkness of his arousal. He's absolutely tongue fucking you, the speed and pressure only continuing to increase in intensity. You're fine to keep going and finish like this, just a quickie in the bathroom before dinner, but then he starts kissing around your thigh instead, and you know hes got something else in mind.
You look down at him, annoyed and missing the feeling of tongue. But as you drink in the site of him, head buried in between your legs while the other hand palms at his jeans, all is forgiven. Ugh, you can't not fuck him.
"Sorry, baby," he says, pulling away from you as he starts to undo his belt. "Can't just let you have all the fun."
In a blink his bottoms are off, and he's standing over you again, cock upright and glistening with precum. He's stroking himself slowly, and you watch enraptured as he takes his other hand and slides two fingers in your mouth. "Get 'em wet for me, wouldja baby?" He smirks as you do as you're told, sucking and licking like its his dick in your mouth and not this shallow approximation. "Wanna make sure I do this right for you."
Fingers properly lubricated, he pulls them slowly out of your mouth and brings them to the front of your hole, pausing a moment to run his wet digits over your aching clit. "Damn you're pretty like this. You're gonna have to suck me off next time or else I'm gonna get jealous of my own fingers."
He slides his fingers in achingly slow, both at a time so you can feel the stretch on each knuckle. He spreads you apart experimentally, feeling the give of your folds and relishing in the little noises you make. You're like putty in his hands, ready to be sculpted into any shape he wants. And fuck does he know the shape he wants.
"Y/N, fuck," he mutters, more to himself than you. "You didn't even need my fingers, did you?"
"Yeah, no, I didn't," you breathe out, trying to muster up any coherent thought left in your lust-addled brain. "I just, fuck, can I have your dick please?"
Connie stops what he's doing, pulls his fingers out just as slowly as he put them in. "What?" He whispers, obviously bewildered.
You huff, running low on brain power and not in the mood to deal with whatever this is. "Connie, can I have your dick please?"
"God, Fuck," he bites out, each syllable sharp as he starts lining himself up under you. "Of course you can."
He tries his best to suppress a groan as he slips inside of you, the stretch driving both of you deeper into your shared pleasure. He grinds his hips a few times, testing the waters. His cock is fairly average, a little girthier than you expected, but he obviously knows how to use it. "Baby, you're so cute," he pants, rolling his hips. "Asking me to fuck you like that....so fucking polite."
"Polite?" you ask, feeling a blush creeping up your face. Which is ridiculous, he's got his cock buried deep in your pussy and you're getting flustered over a little compliment like that. "You think me begging you to fuck me was.... polite?"
Connie stops his grinding to look up at you, blush now spreading across his cheeks. "Yeah, not the begging but like...." he trails off. "I think it's sexy that you mind your manners. Even, ynow, in the heat of it."
You laugh out loud. You can't fucking help it. Constance "Connie" Springer, thinks it's sexy when you say please and thank you? When you mind your p's and q's? "Okay, okay," you chuckle, faking wiping tears from your eyes. "If that's the case then please, Connie, please start moving. And I'll try my best to be a good girl and not be too loud."
"Oh, Y/N," Connie says, bringing you in for a kiss. "I would never tell you to be quiet."
And as you requested, he starts moving, setting a pace that sends flakes of drywall fluttering off the ceiling. He's voracious, holding you to his chest as he pounds you into the wall. You're going to have fingerprint shaped bruises underneath your shoulderblades for weeks. He takes the side of your neck in his mouth, leaves no bit of skin unbruised by his teeth and tongue.
You try to hold back your moans as you come undone, but Connie is relentless. He tips your head to the ceiling as he hears you swallow yet another whine. "Don't hide how good I make you feel," he growls, eyes so dark they're practically black. "You mind your manners and thank me for how good I fuck you."
His demands tip you over the edge, and you're cumming messily over his cock, screaming his name and babbling thank yous over and over until you come down. You watch in the haze of your orgasm as he reaches his high, pulling out at the last possible second, tugging himself just once or twice before spilling ropes of his seed on the bathroom wall. And fuck it's nearly hypnotizing to watch him pump himself to fruition, his eyes closed tight and his mouth open as he reaches his climax.
Connie sighs out loud, runs a sweaty hand through his buzzed hair. "Damn, that was something else!" He walks back over to where you stand, practically glued to the wall, legs shaky, and brings your lips to his. He pulls back, and his eyes soften. "Thank you."
You smile at him, slowly coming back to reality. "You're welcome. And thank you, too, Constance."
He rolls his eyes at the use of his full name, but soon returns to that familiar shit-eating grin. "Sooooooo," he says, pointing a thumb to the bathroom door. "Pizza?"
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Hiii 💜 I was just thinking, how was your experience writing smut for the first time (i still remember the first time your wrote one) and what made you, what did you love about it, that you continue writing such amazing sexy fics?
Couldn’t look my mama in the eye fr I was acting like I was going to jail
I genuinely fell upon the feet of god and was like yo what did I just do rn bro repent repent
No but it was actually terrifying LMAOO the first minor ‘smut’ I did was for your silence echoes to me and it was just fingering and I was like 😮💨 phew man that’s all I can do! I remember I got a comment that was like “wtf give me more” BRO I WAS SWEATING LMAOOO
But it was like fuckkkk bc I LOVE the fwb trope. Love it. To my core. Hence why taste will be the PHATTTEST AU I’ll do. But I love that trope so…. that was my one shot of smut 😭 and I was genuinely like man I hope people get what im saying like… I had them do it in the car too?? Closer to you is my first ACTUAL smut and then I went on to write smut for the first time in TPD and then my ass really wrote star dippers which was just an excuse for smut like LMAOOOOOO the growth…
No but I actually really enjoy writing smut. I think I loved mixing emotions with sex, like it’s smut but it’s touchy and I like playing with physical senses and feelings, and words. I think smut can just be for play obviously and for fun but it’s also really impactful to a relationship to me? And just fun in general to write like shit be feeling incomplete when I don’t write it LMAOO WHO WOULDA THOUGHT!!!
Thank u so much for the question and you’ve been reading me for a while to remember that 😭 TPD didn’t have the first smut chap until closer to you and that was…. LONG. AGO. Thank u for your time always. Take care. ❤️🥹
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new to this (fred weasley x f! reader)
summary: Reader and Fred skip Potions class to make out, but it turns into more than that. Reader has their first orgasm.
wc: 1599
warning(s): 18+, smut
a/n: Please forgive me for what I have just written lmao, I don't really write smut (I've never written Harry Potter smut before) and I wrote this to be self indulgent but I thought I'd put it up just in case anyone wanted to read it.
You squealed as Fred chased you into the Gryffindor common room. Alone at last. Although, you didn’t want him to think he could keep getting you to skip class to be with him.
“Freddie, if you think you can continue to get me to skip potions with you-”
Fred gently pushed you against the wall. “Yeah, I think I can.” He tucked your hair behind your ear. “And what do you have to say about that, doll?”
“Uh...I…” You sputtered. You were embarrassed by how easily Fred made you breathless. You had been swiftly falling for him and you two weren’t even a couple yet.
“That’s what I thought.” Fred grinned smugly. “Missed you. Wanna kiss you so bad. Can I?”
You nodded immediately after the words left his mouth.
He smiled and cupped your face in his hands. You felt so small in front of him. His lips met yours and fireworks went off in your stomach. Fred’s lips had become even softer than before once you had started convincing him to use Chapstick. He always chose the pink cherry kind, saying it “made him feel pretty”, which you found to be quite cute. It wasn’t long before his tongue was running along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and let his tongue in. There was no fight for dominance, there was no point. Fred would always win. You felt warmth in your core just from feeling his tongue in your mouth.
“I’ve been waiting on that for a week. So worth it.” He breathed heavily after letting you up for air.
“So basically, you haven’t been able to get any tail for a week.” You laughed.
“Excuse me, if I wanted ‘tail’, I would have it. I just want you.” Fred informed you, slightly offended that you thought he couldn’t find a girl if he wanted to.
“Come on, I know you, Fred Weasley. You’re my best friend.”
“Exactly. Want to be more, though. No one else, just you.” He looked into your eyes, trying to convince you.
“For now” you chuckled. You were trying to keep it lighthearted, but beneath it all, you were scared of getting your hopes up. Girls loved Fred and Fred loved girls. You didn’t exactly expect him to commit to you when he had all these pretty girls fawning over him.
“You don’t know anything.” Fred growled. You were caught off guard by his aggressiveness. It was sexy as Hell and you felt weak at the knees.
“Yeah? Then show me.” You smirked.
Fred took your hand and dragged you over to the nearest chair. He sat down and patted his lap. “Sit.”
You gulped and did what he said.
“Such a good listener for me. Remember when we first kissed at the Burrow a year ago?” He kissed your neck roughly. “You haven’t even kissed anyone else since then, have you?”
You shook your head. You’d kissed Fred many times since then, more than you could count, but never fancied anyone else enough to let them kiss you.
“I like that, darling. Means you’ve always only been mine. And I’d like to keep it that way.” He attached his lips back to yours.
It wasn’t long before, in the midst of your heated make out session, you accidentally rolled your hips. You let out an involuntary moan into Fred’s mouth and immediately felt him harden beneath you.
“Fuckkkk, what was that?” He pulled you off his lips and smirked, awaiting your explanation.
“I don’t know. I was just kissing you and I moved and it felt so good, Freddie.” You looked at him, eyes full of lust.
Fred palmed himself through his pants hearing how innocent you were. You were all for him and he intended on taking very good care of you.
“Have you never gotten off before, pretty girl?”
You buried your head into his chest, embarrassed. You didn’t want to tell him. You knew Fred was by no means inexperienced and you didn’t want him to laugh at you for not being as experienced as him.
“Don’t be like that, it’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you and get you off right now, if you’re okay with that.”
You nodded your head, not quite wanting to pull back from your position. Your head was settled right in front of Fred’s heart and you could feel it beat fast. This didn’t last long however, before Fred pulled you back up.
“What do I do?” You asked him.
“I’m gonna bounce my thigh for you, you just moved that sweet cunt of yours back and forth as much as you like. If you like it, you can grind down on me. Like this-” he demonstrated, putting his hands on your hips and grinding you down on him.
“Mmm feels so good.” You moaned.
“I’m glad, sweetheart. That’s all I want to do.”
Your hands made their way into his hair, tugging a little when your pleasure seemed to become a little to much. Fred smiled at the scene. You were a beautiful mess.
“I want you to be mine. Forever. Such a pretty girl.” He said as he leaned back, watching the view.
“You’re just saying that.” You struggled to say between moans.
Fred abruptly stopped moving his thigh, causing you to whine. He felt for your clit through your underwear and slapped it gently (he would have been much harder, but you two had not discussed what you were and weren’t into yet).
“Good girls don’t lie or challenge their superiors.” He growled into your ear.
You took his hand and kept it in place on top of your underwear.
“I’ll be a good, promise. Just touch me here again, please.” You pleaded.
Fred thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. “Don't think so, pretty girl. Need to take care of you like I’ve been doing first.” You crossed your arms and scowled at him. If he really wanted to take care of you, he’d be doing what you wanted him to.
“God, you’re a proper brat, you know that? I should leave you here, all desperate and dripping.”
Your eyes grew wide. “No, you wouldn’t do that.”
Fred smiled wickedly. “Oh yes I would. I’m only not doing that today because it’s your first time. But trust me,” Fred paused for a moment, making you squirm, “Next time, you won’t be so lucky.”
“I’m sorry, sir, I just-”
Fred clamped his hand over your mouth. “Nope, stop right there. That was perfect.” Fred started slowly moving his thigh again and you moaned into his hand. You wouldn’t tell Fred this because he’d get all cocky, but you were glad that he got you to skip class today. If you had met him in the boys’ bedroom in the middle of the night like you usually did, you would have woken everyone up. You couldn’t help being loud, the sensation of fabric rubbing against your clit at such a high and methodical rate was completely new to you.
“This is better. Moaning for me without all the bitchiness. Now princess, you know it’s not that I don’t want you. I just want to wait until we go home for the holidays to let everyone know that you’re mine, officially and all. And then, when I’ve done right by you, you best believe I won’t be able to keep my hands off you. Okay?”
You nodded your head swiftly. You still couldn’t quite believe what he was saying, you didn’t want to get hurt by empty promises, but the more he said it, the more you believed him.
Fred didn’t keep his hand over your mouth for much longer before he noticed your moans were getting louder and more shrill. But the clear indicator that you were about to reach your peak was your eyes, which kept rolling into the back of your head every time you ground down on him.
“You close darling? Are you about to make a mess in those cute panties?” Fred whispered in your ear.
You groaned and nodded fervently.
Fred removed his hand from your mouth and grabbed your hips. He leaned in to kiss you again, but before his lips met yours once again he reassured you, “It’s okay, you can let go, I’ve got you.” And with that, his lips crashed with yours once again.
It wasn't long, maybe 15 seconds, before you fell apart, his name loudly tumbling out of your mouth.
“That’s my girl.” Fred smiled. He held you for a moment or two before saying anything else. You, having all the energy knocked out you, couldn’t will yourself to speak and instead just laid against Fred’s chest panting.
“Trust me, this was only one of the many firsts you’re gonna experience with me.” Fred kissed your forehead. “Only if you want, of course.” He added.
“Oh I definitely want to.” You intertwined your hand with his, smiling at how big his hand was compared to yours. You felt so safe being so close in proximity to him.
“Good, good. You know I’d like for us to stay like this forever, darling, but I know Snape would like the star Gryffindor pupil back in his class and I have something to take care of” he indicated to his bulge in his pants.
“You sure you don’t want me to help with that?” You offered.
“You know I want to. But go to class.” Fred kissed you one last time and swatted your ass before sending you back to class, lips swollen and hair disheveled.
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The Very Pretty Girl From The Studio
A few years ago I was teaching yoga classes out of a local studio, open to anyone that would like to attend. I had stopped working at the local gym recently, and did more private sessions for fitness, but mostly did yoga out of the studio (I have certifications in both fields). Mostly the clients were women in their 40′s or older, generally really nice people, but it was pretty rare that any of them were more than moderately attractive. That made it all the more noticeable when a really, really cute girl came in to try class one day.
She said that a family member of hers had come in and liked one of the classes, so she wanted to come try a class as well. I definitely lucked out that she happened to try mine. The best way to describe her appearance was to imagine a very “All-American cheerleader” type. She had the biggest brown eyes you could possibly imagine, amazing lips that were naturally very “pouty” for lack of a better term… long blonde hair, often done up in some sort of ponytail (the fancier-than-normal kind), or pulled back with little clips. She was maybe 5′3 at most, very petite, seemed to always be wearing pink or baby blue, and since it was yoga class she’d usually be wearing yoga pants. Almost always black yoga pants. They hugged her ass and legs so snugly, and she had a hell of an hourglass figure for them to work with. The “eyeball test” told me that her breasts were a medium C cup or so. She was pretty much the epitome of a girly-girl, and I mean that in the best of ways.
Over the next several months she returned to class very regularly. I learned that she was 23, in college to become a kindergarten teacher, and that she had a 2 year old daughter. We talked about plenty of things, but it was always pretty innocuous subject matter. Since I was at work, I wasn’t going to say anything that could be interpreted as inappropriate, or just lacking in tact.
I often made facebook posts about classes and the studio schedule, but she wasn’t on any social media, and asked if she could text me about classes. I was happy to share my number with her (but, to be fair, this was pretty normal for a fair amount of clients). She also attended classes with a few other teachers, but told me that she loved the details that I provided during class, and that it really helped her feel things in the poses that she never got from other teachers. I definitely have a “devil-in-the-details” mentality when I’m trying to instruct, so I really appreciated that it helped her get the most out of each class, and each pose.
Eventually, her college schedule changed, so she wasn’t able to attend my morning classes any longer (unless her classes weren’t in session for the day, for whatever reason). I still got the odd text from her, here and there, but not terribly regularly. And then one day she messaged me asking about my schedule, for fitness, for yoga, group sessions, private sessions… you name it, she was asking about it. I gave her the info she asked for, and she picked a group session, asking if she could attend, and ask me some questions after. I said that would be fine, and that I’d be happy to answer whatever she’d like afterward.
The session she decided to come along to was actually an outdoor class that took place after a hike. It was a really nice summer day, and she was in her standard girly-girl fitness attire. My group hiked up to our designated yoga spot, a little less than a half hour path up the side of a mountain if you pushed the pace (like going up the stairs the whole time). We got up to the top, did our yoga class, and she made it a point to stick with me when we walked back down.
We chatted about all sorts of things, and then at the bottom of the mountain, she said “can I ask you something? did you ever think about asking me out when I was coming to all those classes?”. I grinned, and told her “think about it - yes… but I was always at work, and didn’t want to be out of line”. I’m also about a decade older than her, and didn’t know if that was going to be appealing to her or not. She smiled, and told me that she liked that I was older, and that it made sense that I didn’t want to be out of line at work. She assured me that I’m a really good yoga teacher, but she also liked to come see me at the studio because she was attracted to me. She moved in close to me, put her arms around me, and leaned in for a very sweet kiss.
We had a few dates after that, usually going out to eat, and having very enjoyable discussions. Very early on I noticed that she took every chance to make physical contact… she’d playfully bump into me with her hips, lean onto my shoulder… put her hands on my hands, forearms, or even my chest. I really liked that she was the touchy-feely type, but without being overly clingy. She had very soft skin, and we often sat together and just talked… and I would run my fingertips over the skin on the back of her hands and wrists, her neck, her cheek… and we kissed quite a bit, deeply and passionately… her lips… oh man… those beautifully pouty lips…
And then, one evening after a date we found ourselves with some alone time. We’d only had a few dates so far, and she was pretty quick to say “we can’t have sex unless you brought condoms, I’m not on the pill”. I told her that since we hadn’t had that kind of discussion yet, I didn’t bring any, but that was ok, I didn’t have that kind of expectation.
Fast-forward about 20 minutes… we had been kissing, and groping, she was straddling my lap… my hands were entangled in her hair, my lips on her neck, her head tossing backward with gasps and moans of pleasure, her arms wrapped around me, and she started to grind up and down, up and down, up and down… she pulled away and looked me right in the eyes and said “I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME”.
I reminded her that we couldn’t do that, and I could see that she was almost oblivious to the world around us at that moment.. “Don’t worry” I said, and started to unbutton her jeans. She started feverishly tearing them off, revealing a pink thong that just barely covered her… I dove in, pressing my mouth into her inner thigh, licking and nibbling, and dragging my tongue over her thong to the other side so I could repeat all of these motions again… I felt the muscles in her legs tighten up, and then I pressed my lips down on top of the pink material… the pressure made her let out an “oooooohhhhh” that was music to my ears…
I gazed up in the direction of her face, and her eyes were closed… her hands were laying on her chest, motionless, other than the heaving caused by her deep breathing. I pulled the pink material to one side and began to lick her, long slow strokes upward, again and again… I could feel her getting wetter by the instant. God, I love knowing how much pleasure a woman is feeling as I take my time and explore just what buttons to push… while one hand held the thong to the side and pressed my fingers into her thigh, the other hand started to manipulate her lips… the wetness and the build up had already been enough that her lips were more than ready to reveal more of her… I moved my fingers upward slightly, drawing her skin away from me slightly, revealing her clit.
My tongue pressed down flatly, and firmly, and slowly I dragged my tongue toward her clit… as soon as I made contact, I increased the pressure, and she let out an even louder “OOOOOHHHHHHHH”. I firmed up my grip, and started to move my tongue forward and backward, and then used just the very tip of my tongue to move over her clit, over and over, changing directions with every movement. She bucked so hard I thought she was going to come out of her skin. “OOOHHHH, OOHHHHHH… MMMM….. OOOOOHHHHHHH”. She was cumming, her hands gripped onto the muscles at the base of my neck, and I felt her hips press into my mouth. She held on for a moment or so while I kept applying pressure, and little by little, I felt her start to relax…
She let her body lay back again slowly, and I slowed what I was doing as well… but I didn’t stop…She kept moaning, and breathing, and her body had these little spasms that told me she had more in her, and I’m not one to back away unless a job is truly finished. I kept swirling my tongue slowly, and then moved my hand to take the place of my mouth… I lifted my head, and saw that she was again laying back with her eyes closed, one hand moved up to her face, her skin was flushed, and there was a slight layer of sweat on her skin… I moved my hands away, pulled the thong off of her and tossed it aside, and slid my finger over her lips once more, just the tiniest amount between her lips rather than on the outside… she again let out an “mmmmmmm” as I began to press my finger inside of her… “ohhhh, fuckkkk”… and then started to motion my finger upward and downward on her lips, almost like the movements of a painter’s brush… she let out a bit of a shiver every time my arm motioned upward… I brought my mouth back to her clit, and again licked, and pressed, and pinched with my lips…
For a second time, I could feel her body reacting… I knew what to pay attention to this time, and using my mouth I started to repeat the movements that got her there the first time, but this time it was in addition to my finger, which had started to press further into her, and then move its way forward and backward, forward and backward… The moans… fuck, I’m a sucker for a vocal woman… She started to react more strongly, I could tell she liked the inward-outward movement of my finger, and coupled with my lips and tongue pressing into her, she was starting to build up again… I continued, and began to quicken the pace and could feel her hips pressing into my face… momentarily, I slowed down and added a second finger, and again she let out an “ooohhhhh, oooohhhhh, yessssss, mmmmmmm”… I sped up again, my two fingers moving inward and outward, inward and outward, and my tongue swirling over clit again and again… her muscles tightened again and her body curled upward, her hands on the back of my neck this time… “OOOOOHHHHHHHH GODDDDD”, her nails clutched into me, and she started letting out short, sharp gasps and her body started to move in rapid shivers.
Once more, her body started to soften and she relaxed her muscles back to a laying position. Her moans became softer as well, but more continuous this time… I kept moving my fingers and tongue, slowly and softly… I was very much enjoying the “afterglow” of her second orgasm, I’m sure I had a wry, satisfied smile on my face which was still between her thighs… my fingers were still inside her, and I realized they hadn’t done all they could do… with my palm facing upward I began to curl those two fingers (my middle and ring fingers) with the pads of my fingertips pressing into the inside wall, I could feel the raised surface of her G-spot… the instant I touched it she let out another long moan, and her hands twitched. She looked down at me with her mouth and her big brown eyes opened wide, seemingly in disbelief.
I moved my face away from her pussy, I could feel the devilish smirk on my face, a reaction to how expressive she was, how evident the intensity of her pleasure had become. She grabbed my face and kissed me passionately. I always get turned on when a woman tastes herself on my lips, and she was ALL IN. Not just kissing me, but licking my lips, and my face, her hands moving and guiding my face, her fingernails gently pressing into my beard. Fuck, this was turning me on… but I wasn’t done with her… I moved my thumb to her clit, and pulled my fingers more firmly into her G-spot. Her body heaved powerfully, for a moment I was afraid her head would crash into mine, but she turned her face, her cheek pressed against mine and her fingers grasped me tightly once more. “mmmmmmMMMMMMMMM”…. “OHHHHH….. OHHH OHHH OHHH”, she was getting louder and louder, her body became frantic, the more I pressed into her G-spot and clit the more she lost control, her legs shook, her hands held on for dear life, she leaned into me, and I felt her body shiver even more strongly than before. “OOOOOHHHHH GOODDDDDDDD….. FUCKKKKKKK”.
She orgasmed again, and it was a thing of beauty. I could tell her mind was completely free from any thoughts that didn’t have to do with the sensations she was feeling. She writhed and moaned and just when I thought her body would soften, she continued to escalate, almost to the point that even I was surprised. And then she pulled her face away, looked me in the eye, and kissed me again. The kind of kiss that means to engulf a person. There was a different energy about her now, and her movements were different… she adjusted her body to move away from mine slightly, as soon as my fingers were no longer inside her, she dropped onto her knees in front of me, and took my fingers into her mouth, her eyes locked with mine. She sucked them strongly, then took them out of her mouth and licked them up and down, and it seemed like she hardly blinked as she did so.
This got me INCREDIBLY worked up. And she was as worked up as I could possibly fathom. She clawed at my jeans and hurriedly undid my belt. She couldn’t get rid of my jeans fast enough to meet the pace she wanted to move at. Very quickly drawing my boxer briefs down to my knees, she took my cock into her mouth and started to move forward and backward as fast as she could. Those perfect lips of her looked so fucking good wrapped around my cock. I was incredibly hard, and this felt amazingly satisfying. Those big brown eyes looked up at me, and she opened her mouth a little wider. I could see her teeth as she tried to take me a little deeper. She paused and then backed off a bit, and then repeated this, probably four or five times, and then gagged strongly, taking me out of her mouth and stroking instead while she took in a highly needed deep breath.
I can’t quite put into words the expression on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing, and was singularly focused, but also seemed almost vacant. Again she took my cock into her mouth, as deep as she could go, I could feel her tongue trying to move forward underneath my shaft, and then relax a tiny bit, drawing me slightly deeper. I was inside her throat as far as it seemed I could go, and she gagged once again. She was going to continually try to take more and more, gagging every time, and pulling away with a smile on her face.
She pulled away for air periodically, sliding her very petite hands up and down the length of my cock. “You’ve got a REALLY BIG DICK”. She grabbed it tightly, just gazing at it, visually taking it in for a moment. She licked at the veins on one side, and commented that my dick was roughly the same thickness as her wrist, and then took it into her mouth once more, pulling away with a loud popping sound, and repeating this several times, and then taking another deep breath and going down as deep as she could once again.
This time she backed up a little bit, and did something I didn’t expect at all… she stayed in place, took my hands in hers, and placed my hands on the back of her head. She stayed there motionless for a second or two, and then her eyes looked up at mine, her eyebrows raised and lowered quickly, just once. I held her head in place, and started to raise my hips, and lower them again, somewhat gently. I could feel that I was colliding with the back of her throat, and took my time going slowly. She put her hands on my thighs and backed away, looked at me and said “do you want me to suck it, or do you want to fuck my mouth? I love being facefucked… and choked, and you can call me whatever you want… I get off on that…”
I could feel that same grin on my face… I enjoy many aspects of the back and forth that sexuality has to offer… I’ve described it at times the same way that vampire in the movies isn’t allowed to enter your home unless invited… I won’t be overly rough or dominant until I know it’s welcomed and desired… but once I’m given permission, I won’t hold back…
I stood up, grabbing a handful of her hair and started to walk toward the wall… she crawled on her hands and knees, and kneeled in front of me with her back toward the wall. I positioned my cock right in front of her face, and moved forward until it made contact with her lips. “Open your mouth”. She did so, with a smile. “Good girl”. I ran one hand over her cheek, and then slid my cock forward into her mouth. Slowly at first, I moved my hips forward and backward, checking to see how far I could go each time. And then a little faster. And then a little deeper. And then she gagged, gasping for air, leaving a strand of saliva dangling from the head of my cock all the way to her lips.
Right back at it, I pushed her onto my cock once more… she grabbed the back of my thighs with both hands, and pulled herself as far as she could go. Her mouth was so wet, she was drooling all over as I held her head and fucked her mouth. Realizing how much drool there was, she lifted her shirt up over her tits, her spit landing on her cleavage and bra. She put her hands on my thighs again, and took me into her throat. I pressed my hips forward rapidly and repeatedly, and she gagged again. The wet sounds from her mouth were unreal, this was so nasty, so sloppy… “am I being a good little slut? tell me…’ she asked me. “You’re such a dirty slut, on you knees for my cock, aren’t you?”. “I’m a whore, and I want you to RUIN my little throat with your cock” she replied, smiling immensely… Goddamn, she had always looked so sweet and innocent to me, and now to know how dirty she could be… the best of both worlds, I was loving it.
I let go of any thoughts of holding back, and started to not just move my hips, but to really fuck her mouth and throat. She gagged again and again as I thrust my cock into her mouth. I held her head in place, and bucked my hips, her spit spilled from her mouth onto her tits, she let out a slight vocalization that could be heard intermittently as my cock moved in and out of her face. “Fuck, your little slutty mouth feels so good”, she moaned again in delight. Her right hand came up to my left, which I took to her throat, grabbing on with just a little bit of pressure. She moaned even more. I started to push even deeper into her throat. There was roughly an inch and a half left that she couldn’t take… Her eyes opened up widely, and I felt her hold on for as long as she could before she pulled back a bit with a loud gasp. Her eyes were starting to water, which I might not have noticed if it didn’t leave a little teardrop line from her eyeliner.
She immediately got right back to it. “I’m going to cum down your throat”, I let her know… I kept going at a feverish pace, and could feel my cock begin to throb. Thrust after thrust, I was getting closer and closer. Her moaning and gagging, the strings of spit, those big brown eyes, and her perfect lips… and how incredibly slutty she secretly was… I felt myself coming to climax, and continuing to buck my hips, I unloaded shot after shot of cum right into her throat. Unsurprisingly, she gagged again, but this time she looked like she had totally glazed over, entranced in what was happening, incredibly present in the moment, but completely removed from reality at the same time.
She stayed on her knees, staring at my cock, her hands on my legs, her breathing frantic… she was still recuperating from everything that had just taken place, and she coughed for a brief second… and then again… I realized that she had the hiccups, and each hiccup was ending with something of a cough… I wasn’t sure if it from the erratic breathing or the pounding her throat had taken, but either way she was soooo very satisfied with herself… “you have a really, really big dick, and FUCK, you came a LOT” she repeated… It sounded so good coming from those perfect little blowjob lips of hers…
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Meeting and Dating Ricky Linderman
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- You met Ricky in school. You hadn’t known anything about him prior to your first day of class so you were obviously confused when your peers erupted into whispers at the call of his name. You asked your friends about the boy at lunch and they told you all of the stories and rumors surrounding him.
- The next day you got your first glimpse of him as he walked into the room. Everyone moved their seats until the only one left open was right next to yours. You couldn’t help but be a little frightened of him. Any rational person would be if they heard the stuff people said about him.
- Regardless of your nervousness you gave him a friendly smile. He kind of just looked at you blankly until you awkwardly turned to look at the teacher. Even though his response was less than stellar he still thought you were really cute.
- You always tried to be nice to him even though you were like 80% sure he hated you.
- When Clifford sat with him at lunch he noticed that Ricky kept glancing over at you.
“Hey, you like her right? If you help me I can put in a good word for you and maybe get you a date.”
“What I ... I don’t like her man. No not at all, what are you talking about?”
- He was not convincing anyone especially not Clifford. Later on Clifford may or may not have accidentally told you Ricky liked you in front of all of your friends.
- They were worried that you were gonna get kidnapped or were already being stalked by him. But you ignored their protests and went to go find him. You gathered your courage knowing that you needed to be the one to ask him out.
- He’s shocked as hell when you approach him but he just sits silently and waits for you to say something.
“Ricky we’re going on a date.” You pretty much demanded.
“Is that right.” It didn’t sound like a question.
- That was the first time you had ever heard his voice and you were both scared and flustered.
“... yes.”
“Then I guess I’ll meet you after school.”
- After that he disappears with a smirk, he seems completely calm but on the inside his nerves are going crazy. Him and Clifford are in the bathroom together for the rest of lunch. Clifford’s trying to calm him down and give him advice from movies he’s seen.
“No! No! If you go up to her like that she’ll-”
- He meets you at your locker when the school day ends and the two of you walk out together, shocking everyone around you. He takes you to the restaurant everyone in your school goes to after classes are over.
- Literally everyone was staring at you as the two of you sat and ate. Ricky mostly just asked you questions and made small talk, fully aware that everyone was listening in. He really didn’t want people knowing anything about himself and you didn’t blame him.
- Lets just say the two of you leave pretty quickly. He decides to show you his motorcycle in an attempt to impress you. He offers to take you for a ride and you happily agree. He thinks your excitement is adorable and is happy to have your arms wrapped around him while he steers.
- Your first kiss is during his final confrontation with Moody. You’d stood in front of Ricky and Mike trying to protect your boyfriend before Ricky pushed past you and won the fight himself.
- After everything was over he was so relieved that you hadn’t been hurt that he just piled all of his emotions into a kiss...try not to mind the blood. You had to promise him that you wouldn’t do anything like that ever again when the two of you broke apart.
- A lot of your relationship is just an introvert cuddle session. Even though he now has more friends and is more willing to let people into his life, he still prefers to be on his own. Well, on his own with you that is.
- You don’t go out to too many public places, you tend to either spend time at one of your houses or go somewhere that not a lot of people go, like the junkyard for instance.
- He does like Lincoln park though, you usually go there to eat lunch together. Your friends come to join you some days, of course Clifford sits with you guys the most.
- For your anniversary Clifford probably managed to convince his father to let the two of you have a date at the hotel.
- He’s the kind of boyfriend to pucker his lips and wait for you to kiss him. He’ll probably also have to lean down for you to reach.
- Piggyback rides and him just randomly throwing you over his shoulder.
- Leaning your head on his shoulder.
- Trying to get him to stop smoking.
- Whenever you get hurt he baby’s the fuckkkk out of you. You can get a scrape on your knee and he’d act like your bones are splintering through your skin.
- Super careful whenever he touches you, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you.
- Constantly worrying over you yet at the same time pretending that he isn’t. He wants to act all tough but he’s bad at it when it comes to you.
- Always showing him some kind of affection even if it’s just a lingering touch here and there.
- He is one of the comfiest motherfuckers you will ever meet. Everytime you touch him you feel at peace and sleepy.
- He’s not an open person and you’re just going to have to deal with that for the most part. He trusts you and he tries to work towards opening up but it’s just hard for him.
- Has trouble showing his emotions sometimes. You have to learn to read him which you get really good at pretty quickly.
- Understanding when he doesn’t want to talk about his home life or something of that nature.
- Putting up with his occasional coldness towards you and the rest of the world.
- His mother loves you, I’ll just put that out there.
- He’s always interested in the things you do.
- He’d ask you to teach him how to do your hobby even if he doesn’t necessarily like the hobby. He just wants to spend time with you.
- He follows you around like a lost puppy because that’s pretty much exactly what he is.
- Cute random compliments.
- Nose and Forehead kisses.
- Riding with him on his motorcycle.
- Comforting him about his brothers death. Sometimes he’ll tell you stories about him.
- He’s obviously very protective of you, although no one would dare mess with you knowing that he’s your boyfriend.
- He has this magic power of showing up whenever you need him.
- Lighthearted teasing.
- Even though he’s a lot taller than you he doesn’t usually tease you about your height. He thinks its adorable that you’re shorter than him.
- He especially thinks it’s cute when you yell at someone bigger than you because they were talking shit about him.
- He picks you up when he hugs you since hes both tall and strong.
- He also wraps himself completely around you when you guys hug. You’re practically invisible to the rest of the world when he hugs you.
- Hold his hand in public and he is beaming with pride.
- Show this boy affection, just give him it, for the love of god he deserves it.
- Just love this pure boy and keep him happy.
- He won’t fight you, he refuses to. If you try he just stands there and listens silently. It kind of just makes you feel like you’re yelling or arguing with a sad puppy. It makes you feel like utter shit. You usually don’t a reason to fight anyway.
- Theres only a few things in the world that are able to make him angry and result in him yelling at you. They’re easy to avoid talking about so he never really gets angry with you.
- You tell him he looks adorable in his sweater. He blushes and tries to hide his face while he smiles.
- Cute slow dances while listening to the radio.
- He’ll carry anything for you; hell he’ll carry you for you.
- Whenever he thinks about leaving town he just thinks of you and decides to call you and take you out on a date. You can always tell something’s up and try to hug him more than usual; he appreciates that.
- If anyone wants to get anything from him they ask you; you’re the safer bet to everyone. He always laughs when you come to him and tell him about the kid who wanted his help.
- It’s quite amusing to think about how half the school is scared of him when he’s nothing but a sweetheart to you.
- You’re his go to for advice. You may think you’re stupid or stupid from time to time but you’ll always be his genius.
- People think of you as beauty and the beast.
- He doesn’t understand how he got a girl like you.
- The boy just likes watching you and wondering how he got so lucky. Not too long ago everyone wanted to stay away from him and all of a sudden here comes this beautiful angel wanting to love him.
- A lot of the time he’ll just lay back and think to himself ‘I have friends now, I have a hot ass girlfriend. I’m doing good’.
- He’s all smiles when he’s around you.
- Whenever you’re sitting together he’ll have his head in his hand and a smile on his face, just watching you like you’re the greatest thing in the world.
- The type of guy to spend all his money trying to win you a stuffed bear at a carnival/fair.
- You basically lay on top of him when you cuddle. It has no effect on him since he’s so much bigger than you, it’s like he’s using a weighted blanket: it’s there but you don’t really notice.
- He lets you wear his jacket sometimes. He thinks it’s funny how big it is on you.
- He would do anything for you and you’d do anything for him.
- He’s already husband material so you’re all set for the future.
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I.O.U.: II
Summary: Bucky is tired of the youngest Avenger having all of Steve's attention.
Warnings: age gap (reader is of age), smut, dub/non con, dark!Bucky
Notes: Here’s part 2!! I hope you enjoy it! Please reblog, like, comment, and follow me for more :)
You awoke to the sunlight peeking through. The sheets wrapped securely around your body. Stretching, you made your way to get dressed for another day of recon.
Making your way to the bathroom, you brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before heading to the lobby to take advantage of the free breakfast and coffee. Just then you hear someone groan.
“Wakey, wakey, sleepyheads. Gotta whole day of recon ahead of us.” You cheerfully said as you walked downstairs.
You decided you weren’t going to let Bucky seeing your body ruin this mission. Every one has a body, it’s just you put yours out on fully display for the person who hates you the most. Running back to the room, both boys were up and ready to get going.
“How was breakfast, did they have your favorite apple juice.” Bucky teased again. He honestly has no right to be talking to you like that considering a mere few hours ago he was jerking off to your ass and pussy.
“Ha ha very funny Barnes, should’ve been a comedian instead of a soldier.” You jabbed back while heading to the car.
—
Today was more serious, you were posted back on on your usual spot just waiting for any suspicious activity, but nothing. Until, you see a man giving the infamous Hydra gesture to a woman running a bakery.
That’s odd.
You figure you might as well call it in. At least Sam and Bucky can track someone down.
Sam and Bucky were posted outside the bakery waiting for their guy to come out. They knew that one slip up would be enough to take the agents out. It was basically confirmed that this was Hydra territory.
“You wanna do the honors or should I?” Bucky asks Sam.
“Please, after me.” Sam get up and busts through the door.
Fucking show off.
Bucky cocks his gun ready to fight.
—
You lay on the grassy hills in shock watching the scene unfold. Bucky and Sam managed to take out a full building of Hydra agents and you were just sitting like a duck. The village was starting to become more vacant as people were clearing the streets and hiding out.
“Hey Y/N, we need back up. Nows your time to shine.” Sam called.
You raced down the hills and stealthily made your way through the village. You hadn’t used you powers since the Thanos fight, so you may be a little rusty. However, you proved yourself wrong and began blasting agents left and right. It seemed like there were so many occupying this area.
Meanwhile, Bucky and Sam were clearing another building to get the files. Once Bucky has them uploaded they began to make their way out. That is until a bomb decided to go off.
You heard the explosion coming from the distance and levitated you way over. Assessing the damage, unwanted anger rose within you. Bucky and Sam were probably in there. Why else did Hydra choose to bomb this building? Just then the sound of a gun clicking behind your head draws your attention.
“Now, now, little one. Just come with us and we can help you. We don’t want to hurt you.” An agent looked at you with a smirk.
Tears started forming in your eyes. Sam and Bucky. They were gone, or at least, suffocating under the buildings rubble. You didn’t know what happened you just snapped. They’ve been through way too much to die like this. You were fuming and the aura around your body was turning bright blue. Then, you blinked.
You don't know what you did. All you know is that there was tons of dead bodies surround you. It looked as if a bigger bomb went off.
"Sam? Bucky?" You yelled out as you began to move chunks of the building away.
Suddenly, you saw Bucky's metal hand beneath the rubble. You levitated the crumbled concrete off of them and freed them. They staggered out clearly hurt, various bruises and trickles of blood all over their bodies.
"Kid," Sam looked around at the scene, “ what did you do?”
Finally being able to look around at the damage, you couldn’t help but gasp. Hundreds upon hundreds of bodies laid on the ground, motionless. You stood frozen, tears threatening to spill.
I killed all these people.
While some were Hydra agents you knew you killed innocent civilians as well. You didn’t even realize the gravel shifting below your knees and the hand on your shoulder until it pulled you up.
“C’mon, let’s get out of here.” Sam ushered you to the car.
—
Bucky was throughly impressed. He always underestimated you, but this time you proved yourself beyond worthy regarding your place on the team. However, you didn’t think so.
Boarding the jet, you sat in the back, knees up to your chest, emotionless. So many bodies littered throughout that village, and they just left them there to rot. Well, they wouldn’t rot, surely the government or S.H.I.E.L.D were notified to take care of the problem.
Sleep didn’t come easy that night. You were tossing and turning so much that Bucky yelled at you to pipe down, stupid enhanced hearing. The boys on the other hand didn’t seemed phased at all. They’ve both seen worse, it’s just that they never thought you were strong enough to wipe out a whole village.
When the jet made its way back to the compound, you attempted to run and hide to your room before Sam caught you.
“Whoa, whoa, hold up. Listen, kid, you did what you had to do. It’s not your fault. You actually saved us a lot of trouble. So don’t lose any sleep over what happened. Bucky and I have seen and done much worse trust me.” Sam offered you a kind smile before letting you go.
—
Turns out, Steve was held up for a few more days, meaning you were living in a constant state of anxiety. Steve would be beyond pissed when he found out what happened. He’d probably even kick you off the team.
Bucky realized this and the wheels in his head started turning. Ever since that night he couldn’t get you off his mind. The person he hated the most became his new guilty pleasure. Over the next few days at the compound, he would secretly be following you around. He knew your routine down pat by now, although knowing how much honey you put in your tea isn’t exactly something he cared to know about you. No, Bucky wanted more. He wanted to see your body again, wanted to undress it, kiss it, play with it. He wanted you under him withering and begging for more. Bucky wouldn’t say he had a crush on you, he still is mad that you garner all of Steve’s attention, he just wants you body sexually and nothing more.
He needed a plan. He needed you, craved for you, but how would he get you? Drunken one nights stands weren’t exactly your thing, hell he’s pretty sure he’s never seen you touch a bottle. Friends with benefits? Nah, you gotta be friends first before that happens. Bucky became obsessed with you more and more as the hours passed.
On laundry day, he was trying to dry his clothes when he saw that somebody, you, never came back down to get your stuff.
Just a little peak won’t hurt anybody right?
Like a madman, Bucky started to dig through your garments. Bras, shorts, shirts, and then he found them, panties. He pick them out and laid them on top of the dryer. Inspecting each one.
Looks like we have a naughty little thing on our hands don’t we?
Bucky chuckles darkly and he picks up your deep red lace thong. He smiles and takes a deep long whiff. He wants you to be wearing these when he fucks you for the first time. He imagines you right now: ass up, breast hanging, your tight little pussy begging to be pounded.
I’ll start off slow. Feel her up a little, get her all nice and wet for me. Fuckkkk she’s gonna be a mess. A few spanks here and there, maybe fill her mouth up, then the show begins.
Bucky subconsciously put his hand with the panties in his pants and started to jerk off. He’s thinking again. Thinking of all the things he’s do.
I’m gonna ruin that brat. Gonna show her she’s nothing more than my whore. Gonna show Steve his innocent baby is a filthy cock slut. Gonna tie her down, blindfold her, spank her, fuck I’m gonna make her feel me till the day she dies.
Bucky came again. Hard. He came through his pants and dirtied the clean underwear.
“Well, that’s going back in the hamper.”
Bucky chuckles before stuffing the panties in his pocket
—
Sleep doesn’t come easy to you anymore. You lay awake at night, tossing and turning, every time you shut your eyes the dead bodies are there. A killer, murderer, monster, you can see all the headlines now.
AVENGER SLAUGHTERS HUNDREDS IN FRANCE.
How were you ever to face Steve and tell him? You can’t imagine his face, he’s gonna be fuming. What will the team think of you? I’m sure Tony will try and lock you away, maybe they’ll stabilize you powers like they did to you and Wanda. God that hurt. You were born with your powers so stabilizing that part of your body is basically like half of your body dying.
You were a mess. Bags under your eyes constantly, sleep deprived, you missed about all of your schedule training sessions with Sam. Sam understood though, he knows being surrounded by all that death and gore takes a toll on a person one way or another, he just didn’t think you would take it so hard considering the circumstances.
Bucky was getting antsy. He would see you leave you room less and less. Surely you has been skipping some meals, you looked weak and pale. In that moment Bucky actually has sympathy for you. When he was the soldier he was constantly axing people off left and right. He remembers the screams, cries, blood, he shivers at the thought and pushes them back in his mind. He need to make his move, fast. You haven’t noticed the missing panties yet, not that you would be able to recognize them now.
Bucky thought about sneaking into your room while you were asleep. Maybe grab himself a fresh pair of panties and jack off to your unconscious body, but you don’t sleep anymore. He would walk past your room at night and try to find out if you were awake, he would hear your soft cries and the bed moving every second. He knows you need this, something to take the edge off.
—-
“Alright kid, you’ve wallowed long enough. I’m tired of you dodging our training sessions. If you expect to be pulling your own on this team then I suggest you get your ass down to the training room in 5 minutes.” Sam yelled at you.
Sam has enough of your despair. You didn’t understand why. People died and you were the cause of it all. Bucky watched your altercation with Sam. He didn’t understand either. He guessed you were afraid of how Steve would react. To be fair, Steve didn’t want you out on the field in combat, so maybe she’s worried he’ll get mad at her for that.
Bucky saw you slump on couch, sulking. He decided to talk to you. This was just an opportunity for him to get close to you, he really couldn’t care less about hearing what you had to say.
“What’s you problem.” He asks.
“I killed them,” tears are starting to form again, “all those innocent people are dead because of me.”
Innocent?
Then, something clicked in Bucky’s head. It was evil sure, but he need to feel something with you again.
“Steve’s going to kill me, Bucky. He’s gonna kick me off the team for sure.” You start crying.
“Steve’s not gonna kill you, because he’s not gonna find out.” Bucky finally spoke.
“Huh?”
“I’ll do you a favor. I’ll tell Stevie you were an angel the whole time. I’ll tell him I ordered you to do the strike. You didn’t want to, got it? In return you gotta do something for me okay?”
You eyes lit up. Bucky’s showing you actual kindness, a hint of friendship even?
“Yes, yes, Bucky, thank you! I’ll do anything for you I swear, whatever you want!” You smiled and hugged Bucky. He got a little hard when you tits pressed against his chest.
You walked down to the training room. Bucky knew what he was doing. It was awful, but it would be worth it in the end. You both needed this. You both wanted it, even if you didn’t admit it.
You thought those people were innocent? I guess that falls on Bucky. He remembered when he got back to his room after France. That lone mission report he was suppose to give you, he forgot. He’s glad he did though. Bucky didn’t have the guts to tell you that they weren’t innocent people. You single handily wiped out an entire village full of Hydra agents in disguise. That was one less base to worry about. Really saved them months of work trying to tear it down. Of course he was gonna tell Steve. It would get out eventually when it makes national news. However, Bucky would never tell you that.
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WILD THINGS ONE SHOT PART2
Also on Ao3
Being alone for almost 90 days can change a person. Make them think and feel different. Even see things that aren’t really there.
But Betty swore she wasn’t dreaming. It was his iconic S T-shirt, his face, his everything and yet……
He was supposed to be dead ! She had seen it happen with her own eyes.
Betty watched Jughead scramble to his feet. Their run in knocking them both to the ground. He hadn’t looked at her yet more worried about where his knife had landed, but Betty could already see he wasn’t in his right mind.
He turned to her then picking up his blade wild and hysterical. His eyes red and bloodshot, crazed with something she had never seen before. Like he was possessed by them. The things that had come to destroy life on earth.
He wasn’t her Jughead anymore. They had taken control of him.
Jughead stared at her for a moment, like he recognized her, tilting his head as though it would help him remember.
God, Betty hoped he would.
“Jug?” She spoke cautiously, regretting it as soon as she did.
It was like her voice had triggered something inside him. Unleashing a devil force. Sending shivers down Betty’s spine in fright. It was like she was in a real life horror movie. The only thing missing…
“AHHHHHH!” Jughead shouted angrily, running at Betty swinging his knife trying to stab her.
Betty didn’t know what to do. Should she fight him? Try to talk to him? Or run away?
Dodging his advance and leaping to her feet Betty jumped back quickly, away from him.
“Jughead!” She shouted at him.
He swung at her again.
“Jughead!”
He swung at her again, this time srcpping his blade across her cheek.
“Shit ahhh,” Betty gasped clutching her face. Her skin burning with a searing pain. Blood seeping through her fingers as she pressed her hand hard against the cut trying to stop the flow.
“Jug please,” Betty begged, whimpering with pain as he backed her into a tree,leaving her nowhere to go.
“It’s me Betty.”
He said nothing though, only snarling at her as he walked closer. Eyeing off his kill.
Betty felt helpless still holding her face in terror. She looked around desperately for an idea to get away from Jughead who was closing in on her.
And then she found it. Her free hand landing on a rotten tree branch. Breaking it off quickly and without thinking twice she wacked it as hard as she could against Jughead’s head, making him instantly drop to the ground unconscious.
Betty didn’t realise she was crying until her face was wet with tears. Her breathing out of control.
What had just happened? She didn’t know but she couldn’t leave Jughead here even if he did want to kill her.
She was beyond confused at this point. With no idea what they had done to him or what had happened since she went into hiding, Betty could only guess that this was one of the results.
She didn’t want to even think about what had happened to her family. Or even Archie and her friends. But right now she needed to take care of Jughead even if it killed her.
Maybe she could save him?
She definitely couldn’t leave him.
So that’s exactly what Betty did. Forgetting her food and instead dragging Jughead limp body back to the bunker.
It was a hard task to get him down the ladder. Betty was careful not to hurt him too badly, but in the end she accidently dropped him.
“Ahh, sorry. Sorry. Damit, Fuck!” Betty cursed, checking him over to see if he was okay.
Not that he could respond.
She tied him to the bed in case he woke up and still had the same murderous tendencies. After making sure the knots on his legs and hands were extra tight, Betty could finally take a breath. Her hands were covered in blood from both her face and Jughead’s head. The whole place looked like a crime scene.
She cleaned up her face, sticking almost all the bandaid she had left on her cheek. She was so drained and tired from the audeal that after cleaning the blood and dirt off Jughead she fell asleep. Just hoping she hadn’t struck him too hard and he would actually wake up again.
Her sleep was dreamless and restless. Only images of that night three months ago flashed in her eyes. The night everything changed. She could still hear the screaming and crying of her neighbors and friends even her own horrified scream when she turned back to see Jughead go up in flames from an exploding car.
Betty’s eyes flew open at that point. Her teeth clenched together grinding her stress further into her brain. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but it seemed Jughead was still out cold and without a scratch on him.
She stared at him bamboozled about it all. He should have burns on his body. How is he here? How does he look normal and yet completely different.
Betty’s stomach growled as she got up and quietly walked over to him. God shed was hungry. For both food and answers.
She pulled a chair up beside him and her heart began to break.
“I love you,” she whispered her bottom lip trembling in sadness. “Please come back to me.”
Softly and carefully, Betty ran her fingers across Jughead's right cheek. Just like she used to do when he would spend the night at her place and she had to wake him in the morning before her mother noticed.
Sniffling and wiping away tears, she wanted nothing more than to curl up on the bed with him. She should be overjoyed that he was here with her, but that was completely overshadowed by his animalistic behaviour from before.
Startling her, Betty noticed Jughead’s brow begin to furrow and his eyes begin to squint sharply closed in pain. She moved away from him quickly, but stayed close enough so she could help him if he needed it.
Jughead began to groan and pull at his arms for freedom.
“Betty…” he mumbled softly, eyes still shut, as though he was talking in his sleep. “Betty…”
“Jug? Juggie?” Betty gasped, kneeling down beside him. Astonished and bewildered. Butterflies rising in her stomach.
“I’m here. Can you hear me?” She cooed.
“No…...Betty…..Betty” Jughead thrashed about in the bed. A nightmare clearly consuming his mind.
At least he can still speak and knows who I am Betty thought to herself. Trying to stay positive.
Taking a leap of faith Betty cupped Jughead’s cheek trying to calm him down.
“It’s okay. You're safe. I won’t let anything happen to you. You're okay. You're okay.” Betty repeated herself over and over until eventually Jughead calmed down.
He stopped mumbling her name and his face became soft once more.
Betty noticed it was like he was trying to wake up, but something was stopping him. All she could do though was stay by his side.
As the candles in the bunker burnt down their wicks and their flames became smaller, it lulled Betty to the brink of sleep once more. It was all she really did most days.
On the edge of slumber , Betty could sense something different in the light around her. Sure it was dull like normal, but there was almost a flashing that annoyed her eyelids. Pestering them to open.
Looking around Betty tried to figure out which candle was acting more like a police car than a waxed light bulb. She swore she saw a red and blue flash, but there was nothing.
Her mind playing tricks on her.
Stretching a little she looked jughead over to make sure he was still breathing before going to the bathroom. The plumbing wasn’t the most amazing thing and Betty longed for the old days but it did the trick.
Coming back out and walking over to Jughead she stopped dead in her stracks. Her eyes wide in shock.
She wasn’t crazy.
It was tiny but it was definitely real. A flash of red and blue light illuminated from the back of Jughead's neck. Betty stood and watched for a few minutes and saw it happen again.
HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTTTT
WHATTTT THEEE FUCKKKK
The only train of thought running through Betty’s head in that moment.
Walking closer, watching, waiting for it to happen again Betty guessed that this was the problem. The thing that was masking Jughead go crazy.
Getting extra close, Betty reached out and touched his skin where she saw the light.
Everything felt normal. No sign of an incision or lump.
Jughead was still out cold when Betty decided to go against her better judgement and find out for herself if there really was some sort of implant under his skin.
For all she knew it could have been scanning her this whole time or sending a location back to its reciever. Either way it needed to go.
She wouldn’t cut too deep just through the epidermal fat layers she had learnt about in her anatomy class.
She felt wrong doing it, cutting open her boyfriend, but these were desperate times and blood didn’t bother her. She had hoped to become a doctor one day, but somehow Betty didn’t see that happening anymore.
The scalpel in the first aid box was sharp and it pierced Jughead skin easily. Betty tried to be as gentle as possible as to not wake him up.
As blood started to trickle onto the blankets blue and red flashes began to flicker constantly as though it knew what was happening. It was panicking and so was Betty, but she didn’t stop.
Cutting a bit wider she grabbed a pair of tweezers from the kit and blindly stuck them into the cut. Trying to fish out whatever it was.
Betty was on edge and wanted to vomit. Not because of what she was doing, but the fact that this was all real and Jughead had gone through something horrible. She needed him to be okay.
The tweezers found nothing and the light was still flashing.
It wasn’t working.
Betty gagged again, probing more and more until suddenly the flashing stopped. She didn’t think she had felt anything or struck Metal but squeezing the tweezers tight together she pulled out whatever was close by.
A whole lot of tissue and blood seeped out as Betty pulled the tweezers out which she quickly put to the side before applying pressure to Jughead’s neck.
She was amazed he hadn’t woken up.
With one hand holding a bandage to his neck Betty’s other hand picked and sifted through the small bit of tissue she had pulled out of Jughead.
She didn’t really know what she was looking for. But then she found it. Something that definitely didn’t belong, but was so small it was hard to tell if it really was the source of all their problems.
It was the size of a flea. Almost microscopic but black in colour. Betty could have sworn she heard a high pitched ring coming from it.
There was only one thing left to do.
She had to destroy it.
Grabbing the scalpel once more she pointed the tip down and stabbed the tiny microchip successfully cutting it in half.
“HHHHHHAAAAA.”
Jumping across the room in panic. Betty almost fell off her chair in fright when she heard the noise.
It was the biggest gasp for air she had ever heard. Jughead's eyes flew open as he gasped and wheezed frantically. Like he had been drowning underwater for so long and now he could finally take a life saving breath. One that filled his lungs so much they almost burst.
Betty studied him from afar, watching his eyes as the blood dissipated and they became a warm blue once more. She watched as his face calmed and his cheeks flushed with blood. It was like he had been walking around dead and she had indeed brought him back to life.
She watched him swallow thickly, confused and scared, realising he was tied up.
And then it happened.
He looked at her.
Their eyes meeting in what was the happiest moment of Betty’s life.
He had found her. They had found each other.
Betty could tell by the way his lips trembled as he stared at her that he was his genuine self. A boy. No a man who loved her.
“Betty?” He rasped out. His mouth as dry as a desert.
“Jug?” Betty whispered. Her eyes glassy with happiness.
“What’s…... How did……”
“Oh my god,” Betty rushed over to him, colliding their lips together in a kiss that only could exist between long lost lovers.
Their kiss was filthy and heated just like they always were. Nothing had changed there. Betty felt her body prickle with lust as Jughead wiggled and tried to break free of her knots. Blushing that she was turned on by such kink.
“Hahaha, I’m sorry,” Betty giggled against his lips, breaking away from him to untie his hands first.
“I love you too,” Jughead whispered softly, staring at her while she freed him. Not even blinking.
Betty felt her whole body become a warm puddle of goo at the sound of his words. She had dreamt of this moment for three months, crying herself to sleep because she thought he was dead.
“Jug you have no idea…”
But she didn’t finish. Jughead hands were tightly gripped around her face as his lips assaulted her. Almost like he was checking to make sure she was real.
Betty held him tight elated with joy and lust. Tugging at his clothes. They both moaned at the devilish human contact they hadn’t had in so long. Their bodies frustrated and running on overdrive.
They were frantic and crazy for each other. Betty straddling Jughead.
Jughead grinding into Betty. Saliva on skin. Lips everywhere. Erratic unnatural noises playing like a record through the bunker.
There was still so much that had to be said, explained and answered. but for now none of that was on their minds. The only thing that mattered was making up for the three months they had lost together.
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PART THREE ANYONE ?!
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Reader giving Erik suckie suckie then right before he cums she stops 🥴😂
Her wide doe eyes met his weak ones.
Frozen, he watches her wrap her wet lips around his dick. The warmth of her mouth shocked him out of his sleep. Taking another dangerous pull of her tight mouth his head falls back weakly.
He huffs lazily, “Y/N?”
She doesn’t say a word, her lips twirling around his length. Taking in breaths, Erik watches with sleep ridden eyes as his girl generously sucks him out of sleep. He just put her ass to sleep a few hours ago now she was waking him up with some bomb ass head. She strokes her hair behind her ear, sucking him in the process. Erik watches her with an open mouth, heavy lidded eyes filled with salacious need.
“Baby, God,” he whispers into the darkness.
She was using her hand now, sucking just the tip of his dick. That was his sensitive spot. The more she sucked the more pre cum coated her tongue. Erik’s hands came up slowly to cover his eyes, the feeling too good to not give in. Her giggle caused him to uncover his face and look at her. All he could see was a pair of innocent eyes and a wet chin, smiling up at him with a naughty look.
“Go back to sleep, daddy, I’m just playing.”
Her sweet whispering voice made him even harder. She went back to sucking him up again, Erik’s moans more of a reason for her to continue.
“Ahhh,” he lets out softly and slowly, his hand in her hair, “Please don’t stop...please.”
She stops, lifting her mouth from his dick only for Erik to palm the back of her head, “Please, Babygirl, make Daddy’s dick feel good,” he brings her back over him. Her jaws clenched and it made him squeeze his eyes shut in ecstasy, words wanting to spill but it felt as if his voice was stolen from him. She went lower and lower over him. He could feel all of it from his head to his toes. The fist in her hair tightened, pulling at the strands painfully.
“Fuck, girl,” her hands held him firmly while her mouth did all the work.
“You tryna make me cum quick, huh?”
She ignores him, sucking with more concentration.
“Fff-fuckkkk.” His hands were back over his eyes now, your mouth never letting up. His abs crunched each time she sucked and licked all over him. His lip was between his teeth, biting down painfully.
“I love you baby,” he lifts to his elbows, “I love it when you suck my fucking dick.”
He was so hard in her mouth. This had to be the hardest he’d ever been. Maybe it’s the surprise of being woken up to some head. He hadn’t expected this from her at all. She even looked at him while sucking him off, something she never did unless he made her. The mixture of having his dick sucked and watching her pretty face made his balls tighten. He was close and he didn’t want it to end.
“Baby, go slow, please?” He begged. He wasn’t ready to release just yet.
“But it tastes so good though, Erik,” you continue, torturing him in a pleasant way. You start moaning while sucking his dick, letting Erik know how much you loved it.
He woke you up with all his tossing and turning, his dick solidified and pointed to the ceiling, it was like he was telling you it was time to suck.
His dick was deep inside of you and you didn’t get a chance to taste him like you wanted. You’ve been wanting to snatch his soul like this anyway since he fucked the shit out of you. It was so good you couldn’t stay asleep anymore. This was your way of showing him how good your pussy felt. However, you had the upper hand this time around. He was begging you to suck his dick. You smirk in between licks to the tip of his dick, his dick jerking in your hand. You wanted to suck his dick dry but at the same time you wanted to play with him. This side of Erik you probably would never get again.
“Daddy, I want that nut,” you tell him.
“Shit, baby girl, not yet,” that wasn’t the answer you were looking for. You start sucking him hard, throat non existent as his dick went deep.
“Fuck, oh my God,” he was up on his hands now, fully sitting, “you about to make me cum, Baby girl, I’m about to cum so hard,” he couldn’t even believe it himself.
“Damn,” He swelled within your mouth, your mouth popping off his dick to suck on his tight balls. The way his hips moved then made your pride swell. He was really enjoying himself. His hips were lifting from the bed, mumbling about how good it feels.
“Daddy, hold still.”
“It’s hard, Baby girl,” he says in a hushed tone.
“I know Daddy but how do you expect to cum in my slutty little mouth?”
You’re point was taken because now Erik relaxed his hips, struggling but giving in because he wanted to make you choke on his cum.
“Yes, your sexy ass about to make me cum,”
He begins to breathe deeper and deeper, as if deprived. His eyes roll slightly, muscles flexing.
“Oh, shit, fuck it’s coming,”
The minute he lets out a deep grunt was the second you lift your lips from his dick, wiping your mouth off and slipping away from him. He stares at you with a blank expression. You lift the covers back, sinking beneath them before pulling them over your body.
Erik:....
Y/N: Good night.
“Y/N?” He speaks loudly.
“Yes?” You respond.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
You sigh, “sleeping, Daddy.”
Erik looks from his dick to you, “sleeping? I didn’t even cum yet.”
“I know,” you smile.
“Are you serious? Y/N I was about to cum.” He sounded so bothered, voice all raspy and saddened. This made you giggle quietly to yourself.
“Baby, stop playing.” You could hear the sound of his spit covered dick. He must have been jerking off to keep it hard.
“Babe,” he calls out to you. Erik kisses his teeth, bringing his hand up to tap you on your shoulder.
You bite your bottom lip, the laugh stuck in your throat painfully.
“Ugh,”
You couldn’t hide the humor then laughter so loud it had you tearing up.
“This ain’t a fucking joke. I don’t do this shit to you when I eat your pussy. I let you cum, don’t I?”
He did have a point but your cumming happened on his terms. Now, it was going to happen on yours.
“Girl, come over here and suck my dick I’m not playing with you.”
You turn to him, watching with lust at the image of him jerking his dick with aggression. He slows down, his angry eyes still on you.
“I’m not trying to finish it off myself I want you to do it.”
You give him a sly smile, “I want you to beg me, tell me how bad you want it and how much you love when I’m in charge.”
This would usually kill him but Erik needed that good head again to cum hard.
“I’m only doing this because I need that nasty little mouth on my dick.”
“Fair enough, I just like your submissive side.”
He glares, “After this, I’m getting that ass back and I don’t wanna see you crying.”
You roll your eyes into your head from his dramatics, “Whatever you say, ERIK.”
A silence fell between you both.
“Well?” You push. It was either beg to cum or finish yourself.
Erik lets out a defeated sigh, “Y/N, Princess, please can you make me cum? I want it so fucking bad, Baby girl. This is your dick, you’re in charge of this dick.”
You would have never expected him to give in so easily. The head must have been AMAZING, the best head you’ve ever given. He sounded so good in this position. Your mind began to wonder just how fun this submissive shit could be.
“Oh, so you feenin?” You get back on your knees, grabbing his dick again, “All you gotta do for me now is moan my name.”
He frowns, “you’re pushing it.”
“Says the nigga that wants his dick sucked,” you jerk him slowly, spitting over his dick. His jaw tightens, eyes closing from the slickness.
“Fuck, Aight. I’ll moan your fucking name.”
After that your lips were back on him, his hand in your hair and his low eyes focused on you.
“Y/N,” he moans slightly.
“Yes?” You suck him long and hard.
“Do it just like that.”
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Thursday nights
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut (daddy kink, oral, fingering, orgasm, dirty talk...), fluff
Word Count: 6.2k
Summary: You meet Jimin at the club, then end up at his house party and later he ends up between your legs.
Writer’s note: Hope y’all enjoy. This one’s a lil longer and it takes a bit to get to the smut part. Lemme know what y’all think and have a blessed (sinful ;-P) Sunday.
There you were, on a Thursday night, marching up the sidewalk with your best friend, Elaine, beside you. Both of you had a red solo cup in hand and were already quite lit off of the vodka that was in your cups and the whiskey shots, you had prior to the departure for the your journey to the club that you were currently still on. The giggling that originated from you and Elaine and the sound of loud American muscle cars that were also heading to the club zooming by you two filled the silence of the night. You loved carefree nights like these, the cold air that was hitting your face, the liquor that was setting your body on fire and your best friend right by your side that was feeding positive energy to your soul - it didn’t get much better than that.
“Yo, chug the rest of the vodka in your cup before we go in,” your girl said, ripping you out of your thoughts and disposing of her empty red solo cup in the trash right beside her. You didn’t even realize that you two were already right in front of the club.
“Right,” you replied, downing the rest of the vodka in your plastic cup and making a face when it made its way down your throat, burning. You couldn’t help, but notice a tall group of guys pass by you. They were young, attractive and confident. One of them stood out to you though. He was wearing a pair of black air one Jordan’s, blue ripped jeans and a tighter white shirt that definitely showed off his toned body, especially his arms.
Oh the things I’d do to that body, you thought, a smirk appearing on your face.
“Eye candy,” you heard Elaine’s voice beside you, a knowing smile tugging on each corner of her red lips that perfectly accentuated her dark hair that was tied up in a sleek high ponytail on top of her head.
“Dang right,” you grabbed her hand and made your way into the dark club. There was a line and of course both of you got ID’d immediately, but both of y’all were already 18, so it wasn’t a problem at all. You were behind the guy that you thought was handsome and had another chance to scan him up and down, before he disappeared into the crowd, while you and E were giving your jackets to the people at the wardrobe; so they could hang them up and you wouldn’t have to drag them around with you the whole time.
“Let’s go to the restroom,” E stated, heading through the crowd, going through a doorway and entering a room that had a huge bar right in the center of it that was attended to by two to three capable bartenders, dressed in white and black, that didn’t seem to be overwhelmed by the large amount of people that were standing at the bar, waiting for them to give them the overpriced beverage they had ordered. You carefully skimmed the impatient people that were waiting, but - sigh - your eye candy was nowhere to be seen. A slight frown appeared on your face.
“Come on,” E caught your attention, before making a right and entering the female restroom with you close behind her. Thank God none of you had to use the restroom, because, of course, there was a line of females, in overly high heels and nearly no clothing on, waiting to relieve themselves, before heading back to the dance floor or the bar, in hope of finding a piece of meat to take home. The two of you had merely come in to touch up on your makeup and make sure your outfit was still sitting pretty - and it was. Elaine spun around, checking out her crop top and nicely fitted black jeans out in the mirror, before polishing up her lipstick and tightening her ponytail.
You on the other hand just reapplied your cherry lipgloss and re-adjusted your tight top that made your tits look good and tightened the gold belt on your dark jeans that hugged the curve of your behind exceptionally well. Both E and you were wearing black and white converse - it was kind of your own “squad wear” and wearing converse every time the squad went out was a given that did not have to be spoken on, it was simply expected.
“Dang you sexyyyyy biatch,” E hyped you up while you were posing in the mirror, making a duck face and twirling your index finger in your dark hair, while your other hand was resting steadily on your dark purple Michael Kors purse.
The two of you burst out into a string of laughter, before making your way out of the restroom and heading to the hip-hop room, which meant making a right after exiting the ladies room, pushing past a bunch of bodies, heading towards the huge bar in the center of the one room and then making a left and going straight into the large hip-hop room. The description definitely sounded waaaaaay more confusing than it actually was.
There were of course a bunch of bodies jerking around on the dance floor to the loud music that was coming from the speakers and the DJ that were positioned close to the stage, which was toward the back of the room. E and you were being eyed by a bunch of guys, as you made your towards one of the DJ’s, cause E wanted to request “Black Beatles” by Rae Sremmurd. As you casually leaned against the wall, waiting for E to hurry up and request the song, you spotted the handsome stranger from before. He was dancing in the middle of a dance circle, dance-battling one of his friends you were assuming. The way his body moved to the beat so smoothly and swiftly, turned you on for some reason.
Wow, he can move like that, you hungrily eyed him, that’s hot. You weren’t usually like this though. You weren’t a predator on the lookout for prey. This was most definitely the alcohol that was coursing through your body, making you feel especially wild tonight.
“Hey, that’s that guy,” E pointed out the obvious and you nodded.
“You should go talk to him!”
“What,” you asked, your head snapping in her direction, so you could look at her face. You weren’t really the type of person to approach people, you liked being approached and plus, you weren’t really too familiar or comfortable with the club scene yet. You were a “noob” when it came to clubbing, probably cause you had turned 18 not too long ago and were now allowed in clubs.
“I said go talk to him,” E repeated and you nervously shook your head.
“Nahhhhhh, I don’t really know what to say. He’s hot, but he’s probably not into girls like me,” you answered.
“What! You are one of the hottest girls at this club and all the guys are eyeing you, in case you haven’t noticed,” she shouted, her voice nearly disappearing under the loud music that was booming through the room.
“I think I’m just going to watch him,” you turned your body to completely face Elaine and thus, turned your back to the hottie that was dancing his heart out.
“I think you’re going to talk to him,” E smiled, her eyes shifting from yours to something behind you. Your brows furrowed and before you could utter a word or turn around, her semi-large hands gave you a powerful shove and you stumbled backwards, nearly losing your footing, but thankfully a pair of strong, large hands came to your aid, steadying your fragile body.
You shifted to look at your hero and made eye contact with that hot guy you’d been secretly eyeing all night - fuck, was all that was filling your mind.
Your eyes went wide and he was staring up down at you intensely.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! SAY SOMETHING!
You managed to choke out an almost inaudible “T-thank you,” before you regained control of your wobbly body that nearly melted into his touch and started to head for E that had the biggest shit-eating grin on her face that you’d ever seen in your whole life.
You mouthed the words “I hate you” at her.
“Wait, what’s your name,” heard his manly voice ring from behind you and it literally sent shivers up and down your spine and halted your movement.
You turned around nervously and stiff as a board, before forcing out the word, “(Y/N)”.
“(Y/N) ,” his face lit up immediately and dang did that toothy smile suit him “beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
He thought I was beautiful?, your heart pounded against your chest and you feared he might hear the loud thumping sound that rang through your ears.
“I’m Jimin,” he smirked, his tongue darting out to wet his pink lips and fuckkkk did you want to put that tongue to work.
“H-hi,”you said nervously, toying with your fingers and looking up at him with big doe eyes.
It seemed as though he was about to say something else, but before he was able to, his friend appeared from behind him, letting him know that they were having shots at the bar.
“I’ll be right back,” he said reassuringly, before disappearing into the crowd and you were positive you wouldn’t see him again. The club was big and there were a bunch of pretty girls he could get distracted by, so there really wasn’t any chance that he’d come back to search for you, but part of you still hoped he would.
You had been so nervous that you didn’t even realize your whole body had been shaking. Elaine quickly approached you and nudged you in the side with her elbow.
“That worked out nicely, didn’t it?” she asked and you could clearly hear the grin in her voice.
“Fuck you! I almost had a heart attack,” you complained, simultaneously letting out a sigh of relief.
“Sooooo what’s his name,” she smiled.
“Jimin,” you swooned.
“(Y/N) and Jimin! That sounds good to me,” E patted you on the back, “Where did he go though?”
“He said he was going to be right back after taking some shots or something, but we will see about that. The club is big and there are a lot of pretty girls out here-,” before you could even finish your sentence, E popped the back of your head and you let out an inaudible yelp.
“Fuck that noise,” your bestie shouted, “Let’s go dance!”
After what seemed like hours of dancing and getting hit on, you started to feel a little tired. You glanced over at Elaine who had secured herself a boy-toy for the night and you sighed in disappointment.
Where had Jimin gone? You didn’t really want to think of him, but you couldn’t help it. There was so much you didn’t know about him. He was nothing but a beautiful stranger - a sexy and dangerous looking stranger if you might add.
You didn’t want to be a party-pooper and tell E you wanted to leave, cause she seemed as though she was still having the time of her life, so you just tried your best to keep an eye on them, in case Elaine needed any kind of assistance.
Suddenly, two hands covered your eyes and your heart began to pound like crazy.
“Guess who,” a manly voice sounded from right beside your ear and it ran shivers up and down your spine.
Your mind was racing. Who could it be? Well, the only person that you’d hoped it’d be was Jimin, so that’s the name that escaped your lips.
“Bingo,” he spun you around by your hips and rested his hands there.
“I thought you’d never show,” you smiled up at him, taking in his smooth skin and his kissable looking lips, as well as his black hair that you just wanted to tug on while he ate you like a strawberry cupcake - but you couldn’t say all of that.... at least not right now.
“I couldn’t leave here without getting a second look at you and getting your number,” he pulled out his phone, handing it to you.
You gladly obliged, typing in your number and giving the phone back to him.
He did not hesitate to call you right away and the phone in your pocket buzzed as you checked it, a number that you had never seen before illuminating the screen.
“Had to make sure you weren’t tricking me,” he winked at you and grinned. Boy, he looked so handsome, his eyes forming crescent moons as he wore the wide grin on his face.
You guys began having a long and deep conversation about your lives, your goals and your families, while E and her boy-toy were making out on the dance floor. The fact that this man actually had goals and dreams was arousing in itself. A hot guy with a brain?! What! You were literally dripping at this point, but he didn’t have to know that while he was explaining his business plans your panties got wetter with every syllable that slipped past his delicious looking lips. You were so wrapped up in the conversation and before you knew it, the clock struck 4am and the time to leave had come. You sighed disappointedly when you saw the time on your phone screen, having no choice but to cut the good conversation you were having with this attractive male short.
“It’s getting really late or well early,” you brought up hesitantly “and, sadly, it’s time for me to collect my friend and go,” you stated, nervously tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
“Leaving me so soon, beautiful?”
Your eyes immediately shot up to meet his manly gaze that was fixed on you and his appearance made you want to melt.
You managed to choke out a nearly inaudible “Y-yes,” his dark eyes staring you down, making your heart race.
“At least allow me the pleasure of escorting you out, so I can spend a few more moments with you.”
His sudden gentlemanly reply caught you off guard and appealed to the little Disney princess fan you had tucked away deep inside of you - your hopeless romantic side.
His hand found the small of your back as he walked with you through the club in search of E, whom the two of you found making out in a corner.
His touch on your back made you feel warm and protected, but also added fuel to the fire that was burning between your legs.
You two quickly collected E and a few minutes later the three of you were standing at the exit with your jackets in hand.
“Be safe out there, princess,” he ran his hand through your hair and then guided his fingers along your jawline, before brushing his thumb across your bottom lip. It seemed as though he was about to kiss you and - YES - that’s exactly what your heart and body desired.
A knowing smirk appeared on his face, as if he knew precisely what was crossing your one track mind at the moment, before he turned to casually strut away, purposely leaving you unsatisfied and riled up, but also interested and wanting more.
Your eyes followed his muscular and virile frame, until it could no longer be seen.
“I don’t even want to leave,” E sighed when you were dragging her out of the club.
“Oh well, it’s like 4:15 am,” you retorted.
Your phone buzzed and you reached into your back pocket, pulling it out to check it.
Let me know when you make it home safely
-Jimin
Your face immediately lit up and you were eager to get back to your place, so you could text him back.
...
Home safe
-(Y/N)
You texted him back, as soon as you got through the door, guiding E to her room and putting her to bed.
Lol. I know it’s you, silly and good, now I can go to sleep.
His reply made your phone buzz and you swiftly read it, your fingers typing up a reply within seconds.
Oh, did you wait up for me?
You smirked at his reply.
Of course I did, princess.
Oh, there he goes again with the name calling, you rolled your eyes feigning annoyance, but actually you were quite amused by it. You dropped down onto the bed in your own room and let out an exhausted sigh. You didn’t even notice that you were that tired, the sleepiness had just kind of snuck up on you. The night has been great, but also suuuper long. You were so worn out that you didn’t even realize that your eyes had fallen shut and you were dozing off, completely forgetting to reply.
Your phone buzzed loudly at 11am, waking you from your rather light slumber. You groaned, rolling over with your hand searching for your phone. After retrieving it, you glanced at the screen, wincing when you realized the brightness was turned up way too high for your sensitive eyes.
Good morning, princess. What are you doing later today?
Your eyes skimmed the text that you had gotten from Jimin about a minute ago and you smiled. He texted me again, you thought happily.
I was planning on hanging out with Elaine.
You replied, not wanting to seem too available. Your phone buzzed yet again. He was quite the speedy texter.
Perfect. I wanted to know if you and her would like to come over to my place and have fun at this little party my boys and I are throwing tonight?
Mmmmmmmm
You sent back, as if you were thinking about it, but let’s be honest here, the answer was yes from the get-go.
It would really make my night to see you again.
The phone vibrated yet again.
Plus, we’re ordering pizza for tonight too. Now if that doesn’t convince you, then I don’t know what will.
You laughed, he was definitely a funny guy.
Alright, alright.
You replied, acting convinced and “defeated”.
Great! Then I’ll see E and you, princess, tonight @ 675 palm tree avenue #2. It’s the big yellow house, you can’t miss it. I’ll expect you at 8.
Your fingers quickly typed up a reply, asking about the attire you should come in for the party.
Wait, what’s the dress-code?
Buzz.
Just wear something you’d want me to see you in.
...
8:40pm rolled around and you and E were just getting into the Uber. Turns out that Jimin’s place was about 30 minutes away, but that didn’t really matter - the stars of the party are always late.
The Uber pulled up to house #2 around 9:15pm and boy, were the two of you surprised. This was no house, it was a freaking villa and this was also not just a small little get-together, but a huge ass house party. You stepped out of the Uber in a tight and very short black dress, a pair of red, tall Louboutins and a brown, small, Michael Kors purse. Your hair was tied up into a tight, but high ponytail and your facial features were complimented by the makeup you had put on about an hour ago. Your neck and ears were also blinged out by a pair of golden hoops and a necklace that made your dark eyes pop. E of course looked stunning as well with her long dark brown hair cascading down her back, her tight snakeskin looking dress and her LV heels that went well with her LV purse and bracelet. The two of you made your way up the stairs and into the house, the front door being open, due to the huge amount of people that were in the front yard, smoking, drinking, but also dancing to the loud music that could be heard coming from the inside. The villa was insanely spacious, so although there were 100+ people there, it never felt too crowded or uncomfortable, because everyone was sort of distributed and spaced out all throughout the home.You passed by people that were playing beer-pong, never-have-I-ever and twister on your search for Jimin, but also the bar. You found the bar which was located towards the back of a huge room with huge glass windows to the left of it, but no Jimin.
Maybe he was upstairs or something, you thought to yourself. There was even a bartender at this party, holding down the fort and supplying you and E with a pair of Caipirinhas and a few vodka shots. After downing the shots and taking a few sips of your drink you turned to the left and realized that there was an outside party area with a pool and a dj. Maybe Jimin is out there, you thought, taking E outside with you. And surely, there he was in all his glory, but shirtless this time and only in a pair of swimming trunks. You watched him splash in the water with who seemed to be his friends, chucking a football around. His body looked amazing, so toned and fit and his blue trunks that were wrapped around his lower body complimented his creamy white skin and his dark hair. You were so caught in a trance that you didn’t realize the football had been tossed over Jimin’s head and was heading straight for you.
“Look out,” one of the guys shouted, snapping you out of your daze, but it was too late, you tried to dodge the ball, but you ended up losing your balance, falling and getting hit by the ball anyway.
God, please just come get me, I’m dying of embarrassment, you pleaded, laying on the ground with your arm covering your face. You wanted to cry that’s how embarrassed you were. You completely tuned out the sounds around you and we’re so focused on your embarrassment that you didn’t even register that hardly anyone had noticed other than E, the boys that were playing the game, Jimin and a few spectators. Everyone else was far too stoned, or buzzed off of the liquor.
“Are you okay? (Y/N),” E asked nervously, genuinely concerned about your well being, her hand touching yours and her voice soft.
Before you answered her question, you heard a quick succession of footsteps coming closer.
“Oh my gosh! Is she okay,” you heard a manly voice ring in your ears and you uncovered your eyes to see a handsome blond male standing over you and next to E.
“I-I am,” you tried to sit up.
“I’m so sorry! That was my fault I-,“before he could finish his apology Jimin came running from behind him, smacking the back of his head playfully and muttering an “Idiot” to him.
He immediately kneeled down beside you, concern and worry taking over his playful expression. His eyes moving from your face to your knee, his brows furrowing. The way his dark wet hair was dangling in his face with his skin glistening in the light had you mesmerized.
“Your knee,” you felt his fingers brush over the skin of your knee, drawing your attention from his body down to yours.
“Oh, I didn’t even realize,” you took a look at your scraped knee.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up,” you heard Jimin say and before you could even manage to push yourself off of the ground, Jimin’s strong arms swooped you up and he held you in his arms the way a prince holds a princess.
Jimin turned to face Elaine, his drenched body, but also his words making you drip, “Mind if I borrow her for a while?”
“Not at all,” E replied, peeking at you and giving you a quick thumbs up.
Jimin swiftly made his way inside the huge villa and then upstairs with a cocky smile on his face. Your small hands were gripping onto his muscular arms, you being scared of falling and nearly dying of embarrassment yet again.
He carried you into what seemed to be his bedroom and carefully placed you on the huge king-size bed that was covered in creamy white covers and sheets which were decorated with golden tassels. Your mouth was agape as you eyed the room that looked like it belonged to some kind of royal bloodline, with the whole space being decorated with the colors white and gold, plus a tiny bit of red.
“Wait here. I’ll be right back”, Jimin headed through a wooden door to the left that probably led to a fancy bathroom. His absence gave you a moment to breathe and you laid down on the soft covers, the alcohol slowly getting to you as you felt a bit more tipsy.
Who would’ve thought that you’d end up on this “stranger’s” amazing bed like this.
Before you could collect your thoughts, Jimin returned with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cue tip in his hands. He smiled before kneeling down before you and extending his hand to gently hold your leg and disinfect the small would with the cue tip that he had dipped into the disinfectant. You winced at the small, but sharp pain.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, his focus still on your wound.
“Yeah, a little,” you replied, looking down at him.
“Do you want to take a shower?” he motioned at your dress that reeked of the alcohol you had spilled on yourself during the fall.
“Umm, yes please,” you gladly took him up on that offer as you were dying to get out of the sticky and nasty dress.
“Alright, the bathroom is right over there,” he pointed in the direction of the restroom and you immediately sat up, maybe a little too quickly and nearly fell a second time, but thank the Lord for Jimin’s strong arms that came to your aid.
“Woah there,” he chuckled and you blushed, swiftly disappearing into the bathroom with a nearly inaudible “thanks.”
(Y/N), you’re so dumb,” you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your dress that you had worn for Jimin was completely ruined. Frustrated, you began to strip off your dress and let it fall to the ground, exposing your matching black and pink lacy bra and thong. Well, at least your underwear still looked good. You undid your now messy ponytail and let your hair loose.
“Wow,” you heard from behind you, causing you to freeze up instantly. Your eyes met with Jimin’s in the mirror.
“J-Jimin,” his name nervously escaped your mouth as you spun around, your hands flying up to cover you. Your face was as red as a tomato and your body grew hot under Jimin’s watchful gaze. He was casually leaning against the doorframe with a huge smirk on his face. He was also holding a towel and a change of clothes in his hand that were probably for you.
“So this is what you wanted me to see, huh?”
You remembered that Jimin had told you to wear whatever you wanted him to see you in and deep down he was right, you did want him to see you in this. He slowly began to approach you, like a predator that was cornering its prey. He backed you all the way into the marble counter and trapped you between himself and the counter, his hands resting on either side of you. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even look at his face. You jumped when his hand tilted your chin up and your eyes met his dark, mysterious and wanting brown orbs. He was eyeing you from top to bottom and it seemed as though he was ready to devour every inch you. Before you could even utter a word, his lips crashed into yours. His candy lips were soft, but the kiss was somehow rough and needy. You moaned when his large hand that had been fisting your hair began to grope your left breast, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced a fiery tango and his wet muscle was of course dominating yours. He broke the kiss to take a look at your breathless body that seemed as though it wanted more. Your nipples had hardened and your panties were literally stuck to your hot, wet center. Your appearance and the feeling of your velvety lips made Jimin grow hard, his member pressing aggressively against the fabric of his swim trunks.
“You’re so sexy, (Y/N),” he bent down and his lips encountered yours yet again. This time he deepened the kiss and wrapped one of his hands around your throat, choking you a bit. He was making you crazy and you started to rub your thighs together, hoping to get some kind of friction to relive the aching wetness between your two limbs. Jimin moved from your lips to your jaw, peppering kisses there until he reached your neck which he assaulted for quite sometime, leaving red marks that served as evidence of his presence behind. He attacked your chest next, after he had ridden you of your bra. He licked the area around your nipple, before sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. You moaned loudly, your hands tugging at his hair.
“You like that?” he asked, but you couldn’t find the words to answer him and he stopped. Disappointed you met his gaze and he chuckled.
“Princess, when Daddy asks you a question you have to answer. Preferably with a “Yes Daddy”,” a huge smirk appeared on his face, when he saw the shiver that ran down your spine as soon as the word “Daddy” slipped past his lips.
“Yes, Daddy,” you obliged, desiring nothing more than for him to continue and continue he did, until he had finally reached the area between your legs - the area you needed him the most at.
“Turn around for me, princess,” he commanded and turn around you did. He bent your upper body down and began to rub your ass.
“What do you want me to do, princess?” he asked, toying with your thong, making you even more wet. You squirmed and he chuckled yet again.
“Use your words, princess or else Daddy can’t help you.”
“Please take off my thong, Daddy,” you said with your head resting on the cold marble counter. He didn’t hesitate to hook his finger in your thong and pull them down the curve of your ass and your legs painfully slow. You saw an accomplished smile in his reflection as soon as he saw how drenched you were. You blushed and hid your face.
“Hide your face from me again and I will spank you,” he stated and you instantaneously uncovered your, still red, face.
“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you answered.
“What a good girl,” he smiled triumphantly, his finger rubbing along your slit, making you bite your lip.
“What do you want Daddy to do now?” he questioned and you didn’t understand how him asking these questions and calling himself “Daddy” was having such an effect on you. You were so horny and all your nervousness had long been replaced by lust.
“Daddy, please make me feel good,”you begged, wiggling your ass to gain some kind of friction. He smiled amused and pushed his index finger inside of you while staring at the lewd facial expression you were wearing in the mirror.
“More Daddy,” you requested and he obliged, feeling generous, so he pressed more fingers into you, fingering your roughly while earning squirms and louder moans from you. You loved the way his fingers were making you feel, stretching you out with a bit, but also giving you pleasure at the same time - but they weren’t enough. You were still famished and Jimin could tell. He as well seemed to still be wanting more, his erection in his trunks still standing strong and proud. He fingered you, until your wetness seemed to overflow and run all the way down your thighs to the back of your knees. You were slowly, but surely approaching your climax and Jimin sensed this. He pulled his fingers out before you could reach it though, warming a cry of protest in return.
“Wait, princess. Daddy will satisfy you.”
You heard him rummaging around a drawer before pulling out a golden condom wrapper. He ripped it with his teeth and tugged down his trunks. You caught a glimpse of the monster he had been hiding and your jaw nearly dropped. He had a huge, angry and veiny cock and the tip of it was decorated by a bead of his lust.
“Daddy that’s too big!” you stared at it with wide eyes. He grinned proudly.
“It’s not,” he pumped himself a few times, before rolling on the condom.
“Daddy, it won’t fit,” you began to get nervous again. You had never taken a cock that big before, let alone seen one that size.
“It will,” you felt him run the head of his cock through your folds and you whined. He felt so good and you wanted him so bad.
“Princess, you’re so wet. Let Daddy taste you,” you felt the tip of his dick disappear and his wet muscle darted out from between his lips and tongue kissed your pussy. Your legs began to shake lightly and your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip hard. His tongue felt absolutely amazing.
“You taste delicious and sweet,” he said, emerging from behind you while licking his lips that were covered in your sweet nectar.
“Now, let Daddy feel you,” you heard him say before the tip of his cock once again returned to your folds. He wrapped one of his hands around your hair and pulled back a little, making you push back a little and onto his big dick. You whined and he smiled.
“So you can’t run from me,” he slightly tugged on your hair with his eyes meeting your wide ones. Before you had the chance to add anything to what he had said he pushed into you in one swift motion and you cried out, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You wanted to run from it, but there was nowhere to go. It hurt. You let out a few painful squirms as he pulled back and then pushed back into you more softly.
“Shhhhh, Princess. It’ll be fine,” he consoled you, kissing down your spine. He was right, after a short time you began to adjust to his size and the pain you had been receiving turned into pleasure. Within a few minutes you were begging and moaning for more which Jimin gladly gave you. He began bucking his hips into you more roughly, bruising your hips that were pushed against the counter. You felt everything, every vein and motion from his member, every kiss he pressed onto your back and every stretch he made you go through as he pulled out and pressed back into your tight pussy. Jimin was letting you experience a mixture or pain and pleasure you had never experienced before and you were loving it. The rapture you were receiving started to overwhelm you and before you knew it you were very close to receiving your first orgasm.
“Daddy, I’m going to cum!” you shouted, some of your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead.
“Yes, Princess, cum for Daddy,” he commanded and you came on the spot, your walls tightening around him and nearly making him reach his high as well, but Jimin persevered and continued to aggressively fuck into you, causing you to experience a second and a third orgasm. When your fourth one was strongly approaching you could feel that Jimin must have been close as well. His thrusts were beginning to become erratic and he began to let out louder grunts and moans. You pushed back into him even more, wanting him to come with you.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re going to make Daddy cum,” he said with his brows furrowed. Your high hit you hard, with euphoria immediately taking over you and causing your muscle to tighten around him. He could no longer withstand the pleasure and shot his hot seed into the restraints of the condom with a loud, deep grunt. For a short moment both of you were just breathing heavily, trying to regain your breath. Jimin soon pulled out of you, ridding himself of the condom and tossing it in the trash.
“Well, now we are both wet and sweaty,” he laughed out loud, looking at his and your glistening skin in the mirror, his dominant side that had just been present a few moments ago disappearing.
“Looks like there is only one thing left to do,” you said with a huge smirk as you stepped into the shower. As Jimin was staring at you, you winked at him and said playfully, “You could join me and we could like save some water and help the environment. Plus, I kinda have this dripping hole and I wanted to know if you had something to plug it with.”
Jimin chuckled, before following you into the shower.
“I swear I’m going to make you mine,” were the last words that could be heard before the loud sound of hot, rushing water filled the air.
#bts#bts jimin smut#bts smut#bts scenarios#park jimin#jimin#jimin smut#jimin fanfic#kpop#kpop fanfiction#kpop smut#bts fluff#bts fic#jimin fluff#jimin x reader#mercieshana
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tf liveblog 1
sooo welcome to my latest liveblog, i love talking so i decided to liveblog my re-read of the transformers comics, specifically mtmte/ll. so, here goes!
starting out today w/death of optimus prime...i read mtmte/ll about 2 yrs ago, and i almost immediately re-read it, this time w/ruth...the first time i read it i missed a LOT, and reading it again really helped me actually understand what was happening lmao. so this’ll be my 3rd time reading it overall! so SPOILER WARNING for anyone reading this, i have read the whole series and will be referencing stuff that happens in future issues (tho i doubt anyone will read these, which is completely fine lmao, i love hearing my own thoughts so these are for me first and foremost)
on we go!
omg i forgot how dramatic this is. ok lets do it, monologue time
‘afterspark’...i love transformers words lmao
hvbhdjfsdf optimus being like ‘I'm still alive it seems...bummer’
gps meaning ‘galactic positioning system’ vbajkhfdsk again, love the terminology
optimus rlly just went on the biggest bender of all time and then wandered into a city like ‘where the fuck am i. this is the future right?’ lmao bro
WHIRL!!!!!!! i forgot he showed up this early
RODIMUSSSS my fucking boi
and bumblebee and wheeljack! i remember first reading this and recognizing basically nobody aside from optimus lmao
ooooh is that cyclonus i see in the bg of rodimus’s mini flashback explanation?? MY MANNNN
also i have no idea what they're talking abt vhbhadjskhfjsf I'm w/ya there optimus....i never read anything other than mtmte/ll so i really am not filled in on any of the other lore
ultra magnus arresting swindle in the bg lmao
i love the fact that there were all these like, refugee cybertronians all around the galaxy who didn't want any involvement w/the war for a variety of reasons...like, that makes so much sense!!! love it
god i love the politics in this world. its all so nuanced and interesting and grey, bc everyone’s side has Some logic to it
‘the decepticon pen’ vbhsdfhsajbfk i cant why did they call it that
oh god i almost forgot they threw poor cyclonus in there. let him live
[sees soundwave] <3<3<3
perceptor and rewind!!!!!!!
rewind...so tiny and smart...love him
TRAPPED LIGHT....aughhhhh i love all the mfing FORSHADOWING stuff
THE MATRIX IS A MAP YEAH BABEYYY
the optimus prime effigy omfg
drift!!!!
also the fact that the knights of cybertron supposedly left cybertron abt 10 million yrs ago...in the grand scheme of transformers that's not even that long ago tbh
also bee is so ufcking tiny oh my god
oh god prowl. #1 jackass
i feel like rodimus only understands part of what's going on and is like. ok this politics stuff sucks lets DO something
bumblebee out here quoting hsm
hvabjdfbsaf i remember the first time i read this i lichrally didn't know who any of these characters were and finally when someone said prowls name i was like THATS PROWL?????? lmao
like as a kid i watched tf animated and the bay movies so all my lore knowledge came from there. and well also transformers was my first foray into fanfiction so theres that too lmao
‘terrible things happen in war. terrible things happen in peace, as well’ LOVE IT
oh yeah those i/d chips sure are FUCKED UP jesus christ
magnus: yeah I'm down for a road trip actually. this place blows
also I'm sure magnus knew that rodimus & drift’s party ship would last about 5 seconds without some sort of solid authority to prevent everyone from dying immediately, so
i rlly love the conflict between the autobots and the nails bc both sides have really valid points abt everything
oof optimus leaving cybertron bc he recognizes that he as a figure represents the war...bro
bee rlly is hardcore in this continuity
optimus silently handing bee and rodimus a half of the matrix and stalking off...peak tired dad energy
optimus orion: fuckkkk yea i can finally do shit without my hundreds of kids bothering me for stuff. exile rules
so that's it for this issue!! ill probably try to keep these shorter and more coherent than my hxh liveblogs lmao. not sure if ill do quite as much meta here as I did there, since this isn't the first time I'm reading this
anyways, great start to a great series, i love the post-war setup SO MUCH, especially since so many other pieces of transformers media takes place during or before the war
and like, this feels pretty earned (at least to me) bc there WAS a bunch of comic stuff from the war period (not that i read any of it...)
god i wish idw didnt reboot the tf comics. there's so much more they could've done w/the post-war setting ugh
anyways, great start, cant wait to reread more!
#lj rereads mtmte#new tag hell yeaaaaaa baby#im probs not gonna put this in my regular tf tag bc i dont wanna clutter it lmao
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Break Up With Your Girlfriend I'm Bored Pt 2 Colson Baker X Tianna
A/N: sorry it took so long to get part 2 up had a lot going on but hope you guys enjoy it, sis @hollywood-whorexx here ya go here's part 2!
Lyrics used Only U by Ashanti
Word Count 1,082
Tianna scrolled through her IG feed, clicking on Colson's story a picture pops up he had apparently re posted of him & Charli via her story. The simple title in bold letters stood out @machinegunkelly ily baby.
It had been several weeks since her and Colson had met that night at the club. They were dare she even think getting more serious? Colson swore up and down he was through with Charli, her calls were always forwarded to his voicemail, but this the IG story… why why would he repost that?
Closing it out she was actually fuming mad, she didn't want to be but something about this whole scenario didn't sit well with her at all. Walking into the living room of Colson's house there he sat working away on editing a project on his laptop. "Colson why the fuck would you re post that toxic bitches post on your Instagram story?"
Colson cringed, "I fucking though I deleted that shit!" Opening his IG feed sure enough there on his story was the paps photo of him & Chari from 4 months ago. "Fucking Ash…" he muttered under his breath exasperated "she had to have reposted that shit after I had deleted it the first time. Tianna stood there before him hands on her hips, her Italian temper was .0 seconds away from blowing up completely. "Baby I swear to you that shit doesn't mean anything, when I said I was done with Chari I fucking meant that shit."
Tianna narrowed her eyes at Colson, "boy you better be telling the damn truth cause I refuse to be just another piece of ass that is a one night stand to you sir, that is just way out of pocket!" Setting aside his laptop he got up crossing the room closing in the space between the two of them grabbing her face gently with both of his hands he looked her deep in the eyes. God damn if those ocean blues weren't her kryptonite because it didn't take long to melt in his gaze. "Tianna you are the only one I want I swear to it! What have I got to do to prove it to you?" Without even a word she pulled Colson flush to her her lips crashing into his. It didn't take long for either of them to have hands roaming the others body.
//Boy, you stay inside my mind, ain't no denying that (Denying that)
And only you could do them things that got me comin' back
You gotta be the realest thing that I have ever felt
And I'll do what I gotta do to keep you to myself
'Cause//
The heated rush of emotions led to clothes flying, grabbing Tianna by the waist Colson wrapped her legs around him leading her to his bedroom, kicking open the door and kicking it closed again once inside not taking his hands or lips off of her. She moaned into the kiss as he laid her down on the bed, "I've got all night and if this is what it takes to prove my point the dammit Tianna I will do just that." With a smirk on her face she whispered "good then I want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
//Crazy (crazy) 'bout the ('bout the) way you (make me) feel
I just (I just) gotta (gotta) have you (have you) here
And I (and I) wanna (wanna) let you (let you) know
I won't (I won't) ever (ever) let you (let you) go//
Colson kisses down her stomach, getting closer and closer to her hot, tight little pussy. He licks his way down her core while massaging her clit with his fingers. All of a sudden he stops and she moaned at the loss of contact.
"I'm sorry baby but I need you now." He unzips his trousers and places himself at her entrance. He rubs the head of his cock along her slit before slamming into her hard and deep.
Her body had goose bumps all over it "Cols?" "Mmhmm?" "You feel so good, please don't stop." Tianna moaned out arching her back off of the bed. Colson breathed in the scent of her juices, "The smell of you … fucking drives me crazy… … makes me so hard"
Without any warning she flipped him over straddling his lap, kissing his neck. He squeezed her ass helping her grind her hips. "I have waited for this for so long!" he groaned feeling her center grind onto his harden cock. She brought her moist lips down to his neck sucking on it hard, definitely leaving a hickey.
"F-fuck. You are gorgeous, look at your body." he said, unbuckled her bra and tossed it aside, memorizing this moment and her pebbled nipples. He bent his head down attacking her left breast with his mouth and the other with the palm of his hand. Before they knew it they were both completely naked. She bent her back proving space between her wet center and his harden member so they could finally get to business. She was still on top as his hands were resting around her hips guiding her into him.
"Damn, you're so tight baby" he groaned, she continued to jump up and down ridding his hard cock moaning and screaming his name. "C-c-oollss" She could feel how close she was. He bit her nipples swiftly flipped her onto her back side making her giggle and bit her lip, his dick didn't leave her body, pumping into her over and over. Finally bringing his hand down to her wet folds to flick her clit making her squirm and finally reach her climax. "come for me baby, come, I want to come with you" he whisper into her ear, that heat spilling of his mouth and the way he was rubbing her nub made her come so hard, the same time, but swiftly pulled his throbbing cock out of her entrance as he came all over her stomach.
"O-o-oh fuckkkk! She screamed pulling his hair as she felt his juices on her body, as he let out a groan. "Fuck fuck fuck" she repeated feeling the heat from him.
"Damn baby. You are amazing" he said falling beside her.
"FUUUUCK!" she kept granting, "I love you" she whispered to her best friend, which now had a little bit more meaning behind it. "I love you too…" he said with a smile, kissing her neck, going for round two.
#machine gun kelly#machine gun kelly imagine#colson baker x reader#colson baker imagine#colson baker#machine gun kelly x reader#fan fiction
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Double Trouble
Hey guys, @leelee10898 here. Since @cocomaxley & @ao719 posted their birth story... I figured I should get off my butt and do one, considering the twins were due months before them lol. This is just a little something I threw together, it also answers a few questions some had. So here we go...
Alicia leaned back against her husbands chest as she watched their twins enjoy the puppet show with the other kids. So many things had changed in a years time. The wild fun loving group were now all parents, they traded beers for bottles, and the guys weekly poker game turned into once a month, and weekly play dates. "Penny for your thoughts love?" Leo whispered in her ear. "Just thinking how fast time flies. It feels like yesterday they were born, and now they are 1." She sighed.
"Oh I remember it well." Leo chuckled as the two thought back to the day that changed their lives forever.
1 year ago…..
"God its so hot." Alicia whined as she fanned herself. It was unseasonably hot and humid for April, and here they were sitting at a garden party to celebrate Regina's birthday. "I'm sorry love. I know you're miserable, how about a glass of Ice water?" Leo gave her a sympathetic smile, and a kiss on the cheek. "Ok fine. But a big one, with lots of Ice." She pouted, as Leo motioned to a nearby waiter. "Oh, and a cookie. chocolate chip, no oatmeal raisin. Wait, No. yes. Ok bring both." Slightly confused the waiter wandered off to retrieve the duchess's requested items. Leo walked over to join the guys leaving Alicia with the other ladies.
"God its hot. Who the hell planned this?" Anitah huffed. "Um you did." Genevieve rolled her eyes. "Jesus I swear this pregnancy brain is going to be the death of me. I almost forgot to put underwear on this morning." She popped a grape in her mouth. "It is hot, but its a very nice day. Maybe you guys can go inside to cool off?" Pam suggested. Finally the waiter came back with Alicia's water and cookies. "How are you holding up honey?" Pam turned to Alicia who looked like she was stung by a bee. "Im hot, im huge, I can't see my feet. Speaking of feet, they're swollen and the amount of pressure and cramping today may just kill me." She blurted out, pam gave her a questioning look.
"God im sorry Pam. I didn't mean to snap, I just. Oh, ooooh, ugh." She cringed as she grabbed her stomach. Anitah shot her a look. "What's going on over there?"
"These damn Braxton hicks." Alicia grunted. "You sure its not gas?" Genevieve snickered. "Trust me, if I fart you'll know it Gen."
She composed herself and focused on picking at the cookie in front of her. Not having much of an appetite anymore, she took deep breaths trying to keep the pain at bay. The ladies chattered around her, Leo still talking to the guys.
Suddenly Alicia's eyes went wide. "My. My water broke." Genevieve looked over placing her hand on Alicia's "that's ok honey, we'll get you another." Pam looked down at the liquid dripping from the chair. "Um Gen, no. Her water broke. The twins are coming."
Genevieve and Anitah froze, pure fear in their eyes. Alicia let out a long loud groan. "Oh god. It's happening." Anitah panicked standing and knocking over her chair, Genevieve following suit. The two began to freak out, while Pam tried to soothe Alicia. The commotion drew the attention of the whole party, Leo grinning widely in conversation as he turned to face his wife. The smile soon faded as his eyes landed on Alicia's pain stricken face.
Leo took off running across the lawn, tripping over the leg of a table holding a large ice sculpture in the form of a swan. He landed in a rolling heap on the lawn, the table flipping over sending the ice sculpture into the air, landing in the fountain where Madeline, Kiara and Alexis stood, soaking them from head to toe. Bastian had Brad bring a car around, as Liam and Drake helped Alicia across the lawn. "My bag. Its in our car." Alicia breathed out, Rashad volunteered to grab it while Leo limped next to his wife.
They arrived at the hospital, Leo was treated for a sprain and Alicia was rushed to a delivery room. Anitah, Liam, Drake, pam, Rashad and Genevieve sat in the private waiting area down the hall from the delivery room. Maxwell was in Texas visiting with Stephanie and Evie, Liam called him to let him know that Alicia was having the twins.
"You're 8 centimeters your grace. Not much longer until these babies are here." Another strong contraction hit her like a ton of bricks. "Arrrrggg Fuuuuck! It hurts." She sobbed. "Leo, we are never having sex again." Leo chuckled as he rubbed his wife's damp head. "I think we both know thats not true."
"The fuck it isnt! Bambam better not come anywhere near pebblesssss, ahhhhh my god fuckkkk it hurts."
Leo's face turned a deep red as the nurse snickered.
Anitah paced the floor. "Anitah, sit down you're gonna wear the tile out." Genevieve teased as rashad rubbed her feet. "I can't just sit. Its been hours, we haven't heard anything yet. What if something's wrong?" Liam came up placing his hands on her shoulders. "Everything is fine my love." Anitah glanced at the door opening it a crack and sticking her head out. She heard a blood curdling scream come from down the hall, a few doctors and nurses rushing into the room Alicia was in. Before Liam could grab her Anitah bolted out the door, down the hall and into Alicia's room where she could see a small head crowning.
A doctor approached the queen, who was looking a bit green in the face "your majesty, are you ok? You don't look so well." He questioned
"Oh, im fi-" She leaned over vomiting on his shoes. "Fine." She lifted her head just in time to see another doctor hold a tiny baby up, and hear a tiny cry. Anitah joined Leo next to Alicia. "One down, one more to go." The doctor said. "I had to make sure you were ok." Anitah sniffled as she looked down at the new baby in her bestfriends arms. "Will you stay here for the next one?" Alicia sniffled. "Of course." Shortly after Baby A was born, baby B made their way into the world. After the nurses cleaned them up and Leo and Alicia had time alone the group entered the room. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Leonard Joshua and Arabella Faith."
Leonard or LJ for short was born first weighing 7lbs 2 oz and 20 inches long. Arabella was born 2nd weighing 6lbs 10 oz and 19 ½ inches long. Both babies were healthy, and did not need to spend any time in the NICU.
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"So when are you two gonna make the announcement?" A voice pulled them from their thoughts. They looked over to find Stephanie sitting there. They both gave her a questioning look. "Oh come on. I may not live in Cordonia anymore, but Im not stupid." Stephanie had made the decision to move back home to Texas to care for her sick mother. Maxwell and her both made the amicable decision to divorce, but still loved each other very much. He would travel to Texas to visit and occasionally Stephanie could come visit Cordonia, just like for the twins birthday.
"Well I guess now is as good a time as any." Alicia squeezed Leos hand. They walked over getting everyone's attention. "We want to thank everyone for coming today. And Celebrating the twins birthday. But, we also have an announcement to make." Alicia looked to Leo who then grinned. "We're having a baby. Just one this time." He smirked.
The group congratulated the pair. Drake looked at Liam and shook his head, pulling a crisp $100 bill from his wallet "Damnit Liam, I should've known better then to take that bet. Liam smirked "what can I say. I know my brother, and I'm pretty sure those two will end up having the most kids out of all of us."
Drake rolled his eyes. "Ok, fair. But how about a new bet." Liam looked at his best friend intrigued "I bet Rashad and Gen are next." Liam chucked "I'll take that bet."
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10 Years Ago but Probably More, Has It Been That Long?
I read a while ago about this concept called the collective unconsciousness. As did I. But I did not. To explain, the idea was that if you thought about someone, they were most likely thinking of yourself too and that’s why we might just randomly think of a person. There was some scientific evidence but that’s not as important. What’s important was we all thought back to moments 10 years ago, maybe more, maybe less, and we thought whether we were doing ok. We thought about that incident as we’re sure we’ve thought about it as well and we wondered if we felt the same way as we did back then and could we talk to ourselves? Would it be alright if we did? Just asked how we’re doing, if we’re ok? Can we catch up? And that we’re sorry.
We know we’re sorry too and we thank ourselves but mostly we’re sorry too.
Do we all feel the same? We hope we all feel the same way because we’d like to say we’re sorry.
This morning, yesterday, last week we saw the same picture on facebook, uploaded by my mom, Rosie’s mom, my sister had uploaded of a picture from 10 years ago of a vacation but my mom, I wasn’t there because I just... couldn’t. Has it been only been 10 years? We think it’s more. That’s quite a long time ago.
At the end of 10 years, we suddenly find ourselves regretful. We wish those feelings had surfaced when we were younger. But we’ve moved on. We’ve moved on and yet we’re still regretful. It makes it not such a bad feeling and we hope you can forgive us.
When I was younger I really couldn’t stand seeing you enjoy yourself when you had such shitty grades. You were smart too, but boy, did you spend so much of your time being such an idiot and a child. Granted, we were literally children at the time but still. You sure were childish.
Can you blame your mom for liking me more than you? Or our grandparents?
I thought that often and even though I grew up and changed my opinion and became a more mature person, I still never really apologized.
I keep hearing through the grapevine, from this aunt and that aunt, that you keep having money trouble. Are you? Or are you just doing what you want? I can’t tell from what our aunts say.
I feel like I shouldn’t worry. It might be condescending. But I asked around for your number anyways. I thought our grandparents would have it, but they didn’t, which surprised me. I had to ask all the way to your mom. Your mom was friendly on the phone. After all, she always liked me a little more than she liked you. When we finally got to the topic of you, she clammed up. The conversation quickly ended after that.
I wonder how your mom’s doing? I wonder how Josh is doing too. Do you wonder about them, too, since it seems like it’s been a while since you all have talked?
I wonder how much you’ve changed. I thought all this as I listened to the phone ring before the voicemail message interrupted. I couldn’t hear any of your voice in the message, just the automated recitation of your phone number. God, I hope this is your number.
I tried again the next day, trying to get back into mindset I was in the day before, hoping I can remember all the conversation topics I wanted to bring up with you. Once again, the automated message interrupted.
Yet another day passed, yet another call. I realized you might have thought I was spam and blocked me, so I left a message this time.
I gave you a couple days before I tried calling again. I steeled myself to listen to your voicemail message again but you interrupted this time.
“...Hello?” I laughed internally, you sounded so worried.
“I’m not an automated ad in Chinese, I swear.”
“...What?”
“I’m sorry. It’s hard to make jokes when you haven’t really spoken to someone in years, huh? Your rhythms just get off sync.”
“Um. Who is this?”
“It’s Rosie.”
“Oh my god, Rosie?! Wow, dude, it’s been so long!” I calculated quickly how old you were and comparing it to the fact you still said, “Dude.” But you were so genuine, I’m glad I persisted in calling you.
“Yes, it has. How have you been?”
“Ah. Well. I dunno. Good, I guess.” I waited for more details but that you had given enough information. It left me lonely, thinking this was how you probably spoke to your mother as well these days.
“I’ve been well as well.”
“Ah, OK, cool. That’s good. Uh. What’ve you been up to?”
“Oh, you know. Just working.” Was it mean to be as cold as you were? But I couldn’t help it. I also did not call to talk about myself.
“That’s good then.” I could picture you were your hand on your head. Am I wasting your time? I’m sorry.
“How about you? I keep hearing from Tiya Diwata and Tiya Benilda you’re having money trouble. Always. Their words.”
“Mannnn, what the fuckkkk, are you serious? Can’t they mind their own fucking business, I swear.”
I laughed as I felt you easing into our conversation. “So? Are you?”
“Noooo. I mean, I do but it’s not, like, always. It’s not like I’m asking them for money or my mom for money. But also who doesn’t? God. I’m fine.”
I snorted in laughter slightly. “Hey. So the reason I called.”
“Yeah?” I hear you bracing for impact from my word choice.
“I just wanted to apologize for when we were kids.”
“Huh?” I can almost hear your shoulders relaxing.
“I really looked down on you when we were kids. And I. Just wanted to apologize for being so condescending. So. I’m sorry.”
“Oh my god, what? It’s fine! I mean, you didn’t look down on me anymore when we were teens, right?”
“No, not at all.”
“So it’s fine! We were just kids. I knew, anyways!”
I feel embarrassed. “I know but, I don’t know. I just felt like I should apologize. It’s just something I keep thinking about even all these years. It keeps me up and makes me embarrassed. I keep thinking about it and it was really unfair of me.”
“Oh my god, you’re being so crazy, we were literal kids! But thank you, man.” I could feel a smile on the line and I smiled back.
“Do you remember that time you were playing with our other younger cousins pretending to be Pokemon? And I was trying to read? I thought you were being so immature and I just need to apologize for that specific incident.”
“ROSIE, YOU’RE SO WEIRD.” I hear you laugh aloud and I keep trying to make you laugh until our phone call ends.
I didn’t get to ask you all the questions I had prepared to sate my curiosity but it was good to know you are alright. That you laugh and curse and say speak the way I remember you. I hope I can get my questions answered on our next phone call.
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I recognized the area code as one our family would have, since we all lived in the same area. It was probably one of our grandparents, again, and the conversation was ALWAYS awkward. We never had anything to talk about, they didn’t really raise me, I do NOT want to talk to them. It is fucking boring.
Oh god, what if it’s our Tiya Diwata again? I can hear her asking if I’m married and talking about how HER kid is married. I don’t give a FUCK! SHUT UP. I haven’t heard from her in years, anyways, and I like it like that. So why do they keep trying to contact me?
I put the phone face down. If I hit ignore, she’d definitely know and then she’d tell the whole family how I purposefully ignored her. I’ll just pretend I was asleep when I got the call. Or better yet I can actually fall asleep and that would make me not a liar.
The next day Tiya called again. What the heck, was there a new rumor going around about me or something? If I just keep ignoring her she’ll eventually give up. I hope.
I was taking a nap when my phone started ringing. I was half asleep when I looked at my phone and accepted the call. It was too late when I realized the area code is from where we grew up.
I braced myself for Tiya Diwata to yell at me for ignoring her calls up until this point. “...Hello?”
It was awkward at first but eventually I heard you laugh and, god, even though I don’t regret the distance between me and the family, it was still nice to hear from you again.
When you apologized, you reminded me of those darker days. It wasn’t your fault, memories of the past come up so easily. Don’t you wish we could physically run away from memories too?
I want to ask you what you’ve been doing, but I’ve evaded that exact question from you. I was too embarrassed to tell you what I’ve been up to but I want to selfishly ask you all the same.
We hang up and I promise I’ll ask you all the questions on my mind next time. And I promise I’ll be brave enough to tell you how I am next time. And I hope we can talk again. Next time.
I laugh internally, thinking about you apologizing for yourself as a child. And I think back to my mom from when we were children. How she said aloud what you thought but meant it but she definitely wasn’t a child then.
As a child she thought of me with expectation, she spoke of me with possibilities for the future, with the possibilities of change and hope.
How does she view me now? As an adult. Does she think of her actions in the past? Or does she have no regrets?
Even now I wonder what she thought of me then.
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Rosie’s call had me thinking about Kara. Something I try to avoid doing but happens anyways. Especially when my cousins and sisters call asking about her. And Josh.
I really don’t know which I like to be reminded of less. Kara or Josh.
I stared at Kara’s number on my phone. I didn’t have a picture for her contact or even an address. Just her number and her name, written out in full, as if I’d get her confused with another Kara.
I wonder how she’s doing. I wonder if she wondered how I was doing. Or how her brother was doing. It’s the very least she could do.
I recall the photo my sister had posted earlier of a young Kara and Josh with Rosie. That was such a difficult time. The nights I stayed up, fretful, the mornings I had to drag myself to work after a night staying up.
My phone buzzed in my hand. I was confused for a bit, thinking I was still looking at Kara’s contact info. Instead, her name was displayed as a call.
I picked up. “Kara?”
“Mom! Hey...” I wait for her to give me the reason for her call. I give up on waiting.
“Hello.”
“Hey,” she repeats, “How’re you doing? I was just wondering what’s up with you.”
So she did wonder how I was doing sometimes. “I’m fine. I’m in bed right now, actually. I was about to turn in for the night.”
“Oh, yeah. It’s late. Want me to call another time? So you can sleep?”
“Oh, no, no. It’s fine. We can talk.”
“Oh, ok. Cool.”
I return the pleasantries. “How are you doing?”
“Oh. I’m fine. I mean... Well. I could be better. I guess. I’m always tired from work. I know I should cook but I’m just too tired.”
“You just need to prioritize your time better. Plan ahead and stick to it. Write a list and pick a time.”
“Ah, yeah. I guess I should.”
Kara’s silent as I continue. “But I completely understand that feeling.”
“Oh my god, right? It’s so hard to be motivated.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Especially after being stuck in traffic for so long.”
“God, yes. Especially when there’s hyper aggressive drivers.”
“God, TOTALLY!”
We continued talking until we were surprised an hour had passed. We hung up so that I could sleep and I wondered what it meant to have children when they weren’t around.
My phone buzzed again. A message from my parents back in the Philippines asking for money yet again.
I wonder what it meant to them to have children.
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I wondered as I fell asleep wondering about you and me.
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