#had some ROUGH fuckin falls and landings
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if you think byan hasn't broken bones numerous times in their parkour adventures... you would be wrong. they don't make mistakes often these days, but in the past, especially as they were first learning (as in, teaching themself), there were many mishaps to speak of. their largest scar, one which runs up along their right side, came as a result of a parkour accident (and included a couple of fractured ribs, as well). they've broken an arm, a wrist, a couple fingers, and had many, many sprains over the years. learning was nothing if not a messy process, but it paid off - the talent they boast now is pretty high, and they only get better as they keep putting everything they've learned into practice.
#look ok... making that travel habits aesthetic post earlier made me realize how little I talk about this aspect of byan#and it deserves to be talked about more bc it's no minor thing!! they do this shit DAILY#it's how they traverse the city it's how they've SURVIVED in some cases#I'm gonna get into it more often now bc idek why I've never really like??? made hc posts on the topic??#literally just never occurred to me for some reason despite it being such a normal thing for them#idk idk I'm high and I'm losing my train of thought but#yeah they've fucked themself up pretty good a couple times thanks to parkour#had some ROUGH fuckin falls and landings#but now they can be like. even p graceful in it bc they've been doing it for so damn long#it's also a large contributer to their muscle tone bc they don't work out... they run & do parkour & fight lmao#who needs a gym when u can haul your own bodyweight up a wall am I right?#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ headcanon ⋮ danger in the fabric of this thing i made.
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Crack smut with the JJK men, using your funny/embarrassing stories :3
incl: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna
Contains: fem reader, established relationships, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, titfucking, throat-fucking, so much crack, ass slapping, anal (in sukuna's), teasing, first time (in Nanami's)
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Gojo:
"Oh fuck- Tight fuckin' pussy is suckin' me in~" Gojo groaned, grabbing your hips with both hands as he slammed your ass back against him. He was fucking you SO rough, the bed shaking and creaking with every thrust, your loud moans and his panting only adding to the noise. "Right there- o-oh my god right there-" The tip of his cock was hammering straight against your g-spot, making you see stars behind your eyelids when your eyes rolled back in your head. Gojo bit his lip, feeling himself get close. You arched your back deeper for him, helping the angle in which he was fucking you.
"M-my clit Toru- rub my clit-" You whined through your moans, feeling yourself creep closer and closer to your high. "I got you baby, fucking got you, gonna cum all over my cock? Huh?" He groaned, his hips losing their pace inside you. You let your jaw fall slack, moaning freely into the room as he fucked the both of you towards your orgasms. The shelf above Gojo's bed that housed some of his old trophies from his high school days had been shaking and trembling along with Gojo's thrusts; his hips knocking the bed into the wall repeatedly.
Right before you were about to get pushed over the edge, one of Gojo's solid metal trophies finally had enough; tipping over the wood it landed square on the top of your head, making you cry out in pain, Gojo's cock slipping out of you when your body fell forward, your hands no longer supporting your body as they cradled the top of your head, rubbing out the throbbing pain. Gojo had his head tipped back, so he failed to see what had happened, hence why he didn't stop the trophy when it fell. Safe to say he was a little confused when he opened his eyes, his chin tipping down as he watched you curl up in pain, groaning and cursing beneath him.
"Woah, what the fuck happened?" Gojo asked panicked, holding his hands out in front of him like if he touched you, you would break. "Fuck- trophy Gojo- your fucking- ughhhh-" You rolled over on your side, your eyes screwed shut as the throbbing only seemed to get worse. "Oh shit." Gojo said, his eyes landing on the heavy piece of metal that had knocked you straight on the head. He pulled his lips together, suppressing a laugh as he replayed in his head what it must've looked like when it hit you, the anvil noise sounding cartoonishly in his head when it made contact with you.
"Fuck baby-" Gojo spoke through his giggles, his hands coming to smooth over the skin of your hips and thighs, rubbing you sweetly, "I'm- I'm so sorry, are you okay?" His dick was twitching in synchronicity with his poorly concealed laughs, your eyes squinted as you looked at him from under your arms pressed to your head. "I'm fine but if you don't stop laughing, you won't be." You grit, your eyebrow twitching in irritation. Gojo burst out in laughter, making you kick your leg out at him, only it didn't hit him, it hit something softer. A warm and wet sensation caressed itself on your foot, making your head shoot up in panic, your hands holding your body up behind you as you stared at whatever had just touched you.
A large black dog was sitting by the edge of the bed, your eyes noticed how Gojo's door had been pushed open at some point by the large dog. Gojo turned his head, his giggles quieting as he reached out his hand to ruffle the dog's fur on top of his head. "I didn't know you had a dog, that fucking scared me." You said, plopping your body back down on the sheets, a little too roughly albeit, as the motion made your head throb again; you swore you had a concussion. "Oh, it's just my sons," Gojo said, nonchalantly. You staired at the ceiling for a moment, processing words before your jaw fell open incredulously, "YOU HAVE A SON!?"
Geto:
"Oh fuck- Suguru- right there baby- right there-" You squeezed your thighs around his head, feeling your orgasm creep up on you rapidly. Your boyfriend was kneeling between your thighs on the floor, his head buried between them as he ate you out with vigor, one hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself off, the other wrapped around your thigh, keeping you as close to his face as possible.
The two of you were innocently watching a movie, when a very explicit sex scene came on, making the both of you go silent and blush as you watched the two actors make love in front of you. Geto pulled you out of your own head when his big hand came to caress your thigh, slowly sliding up and up and up, until he was rubbing your over your shorts, not acknowledging his actions as he kept his face towards the screen, watching the man go down on his wife as he rubbed your clit through your shorts, feeling a damp spot start to form. Once you had enough and gripped his wrist, whispering out his name, it was over.
He had been eating you out for almost an hour now, you had cum twice and he was steadily working you towards your third. One thing about Suguru is he was going to eat you out until his jaw fucking locked, every. single. time. He shook his head against your pussy, sticking his tongue out as he let it beat against your sensitive clit, licking in your folds in the process, the stimulation making your legs tremble around his head.
Your hands were buried in his hair, tugging harshly whenever he sucked your clit into his mouth. Anytime he felt that burn on his scalp from your fingers, his eyes rolled back into his head, his hand simultaneously picking up speed as it throbbed at the painful pleasure, the dull ache in his balls growing stronger the more you did it. "Sugu Im cumming- fuck baby- cumming again- nghhh-" Geto moaned into your cunt, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt your orgasm crash over you. Your nails dug into his scalp, your thighs snapping shut around his head as you gushed on his eager tongue that was lapping up everything you gave him.
His loud moaning against your pussy was making you see stars. Geto jerked himself through his own orgasm, aided by your mean hands yanking on his hair repeatedly. Hot ropes of cum shot out of his dick and onto the base of the couch, some getting on his fingers that created lewd squelching noises on his flushed cock as he jerked himself through his high. Your hands pushed him away with all the strength you could muster, breathing heavily as your hand came to rest over your eyes as you caught your breath. Geto pulled back, the bottom half of his face absolutely drenched in your juices as he heaved with you, his face bright red from having cum so hard.
As he watched you catch your breath, your legs falling loosely over his shoulders as your body relaxed, he couldn't help but think how cute you looked like this, the skin on your stomach folding over itself as you slouched on the couch, your cute bellybutton looking right at him; there was only one logical thing for him to do. Your arm shot away from your face and down to wrap around Geto's neck when you felt him blow a raspberry into your tummy, the feeling sending you into a fit of giggles as your entire body tensed from the ticklish feeling. "Geto!" you laughed, grabbing his cheeks with your hands and squishing them together you raised his head to look up at you, a funny-looking smile on his face.
"Sorry, your tummy looked so cute." He said, his words coming out mumbly from the way you were squishing his cheeks together. You burst out in a fit of giggles, your head falling back against the cushion as Geto rose from his place between your thighs, laughing with you as he wrapped his arms around your body.
Nanami:
It was time, Nanami was finally going to lose his virginity, and with you of all people, his crush since high school, he thought he was dreaming. Your legs were spread open for him as his large body was slotted between your thighs, his thighs slightly under yours as he sat back on his heels, a condom packet in hand as he ripped it open, readying it to roll onto his cock. You laid patiently on the sheets, one of your hands between your thighs was slowly rubbing circles into your clit, your little hole clenching around nothing for Nanami's eyes as he tried to focus on the task at hand, this proving extremely difficult when your other hand started stroking his thigh softly.
"You're quite distracting you know.." Nanami mumbled, pulling out the lubed-up condom from the packet, and placing the wrapper next to him on the bed. "I can't help it, you're making me feel so fucking needy." You whined, tipping your head to the side against the pillows as your fingers came down to tease at your hole, dipping the tips in slightly. Nanami swallowed whatever saliva still resided in his dry mouth as his eyes darted between your cunt and the condom he had started rolling onto his cock.
"I'm.. not even doing anything," Nanami said, forcing the groan down in his throat that wanted to fall from his lips, a light blush dusting on his cheeks. "You have no idea what you look like right now, huh? Touching your big cock as you roll that little condom on it.. It's so hot Nanami, see how wet I am right now? 's all from you.." You whisper like it's a secret. Nanami griped himself hard at the base when he fully sheathed his cock inside the condom, feeling like he might cum from your words alone. He leaned over you, placing one hand by your head as the other jerked his cock slowly, his hand guiding it to your cunt as your hand made way for him, his mushroom tip rubbing up and down along your folds.
You wrapped your hands around his lower back, biting your lip as you kept your eyes on his serious face, the man biting his lip between his teeth in concentration as he teased your clit with his tip, feeling the little bud twitch against him. "You liked watching me put on a condom that much?" Nanami asked, his eyes coming up to meet yours as he dragged his cock down to align with your hole, his fat tip pressing against it slightly. You nodded, your jaw falling open in a small o when you felt him push against you more firmly before pulling back, testing the waters.
"Mhm.. y-you're so sexy Nanamin~" You whispered against his lips when he leaned his face down to yours, millimeters between your lips. "Fuck princess, you drive me crazy." He whispered, shaking his head as he continued to tease your cunt. You didn't know if he was doing it on purpose or not, but it was driving you crazy, you needed to feel him inside you soon or you were going to lose your mind.
Keeping your eyes locked onto his you slid your hand from his back to between your thighs, your hand wrapping around his cock as you gave him a couple slow strokes, his jaw falling open as you did so. You pressed him harder against you, "Stop teasing me baby, give me your fucking cock~" You whispered against his lips. Soon after you uttered those dangerous words, his tip popped into your hole, making you groan out in unison as his thick cock slid inside you, your mouths opening against one another as you relished in the first feeling.
"Fuckkk- It's so- so tight-" Nanami groaned against your lips, your hand sliding away to once again wrap around his massive frame as you dug your nails into his back, leaving little crescent marks into his pale skin. "Yeah? It feel good Kento?" You asked, kissing the side of his open mouth, his eyes shut and eyebrows scrunched as he took in the feeling of his first pussy. "ahhh- fuck- feels so good sweetheart, so fucking good-" He moaned, his eye cracking open as he kissed you back with vigor, moaning into your mouth as you greedily swallowed up each other's noises.
"Kento- movee.. fuck me~" You whined against his lips, wiggling your hips on his cock, feeling him twitch inside you. He nodded, pulling back his hips he slammed them against your ass, making you moan loudly against his lips as he quickly found a steady pace. Nanami sat up, placing both of his hands on either side of your head as he fucked his large cock into your tight cunt, feeling his orgasm already build up inside him at how warm and wet you felt, combined with the adorable expressions you were making as his tip rammed into your sweet spot.
"Does it feel okay sweetheart?" He asked, steadily humping his hips into you, his waist rolling deliciously as he made sure to aim his thrusts upwards inside your pussy. "Y-yes- ohmygod- so fucking good-" You groaned, your hands loosely holding onto his hips as your head laid back against the pillows, letting yourself feel everything he was giving you. When Nanami looked down to locate your clit, his hand coming down to toy with it, he noticed something.. off, and when he focused a little more, he noticed something felt off too.
Stopping his thrusts entirely he pulled his cock out about halfway, his fingers spreading open your pussy a bit as he looked at his cock. Your eyebrows furrowed in concern; wondering if he had come already, you tipped your chin down to look at him, ready to consol an embarrassed Nanami. You weren't expecting him to look at your pussy with the expression he had on, he was looking at it like it was deformed, making you voice your worry, "Kento? Everything okay?" You asked, sitting up on your forearms, your body folding slightly as you tried to see what had him so concerned.
"Uh.." Nanami said out loud, pulling out the rest of his cock, making you wince in the process. He let his dick bob freely between you, before he spread you open once again, trying to look inside you, obviously to no avail. "The condom.. is uh.. gone." He voices, looking up at you like you were supposed to know what to do in this situation. You burst out laughing, your hand coming to press itself over your chest. Nanami blushed between your legs, his hand resting on your thigh as he almost pouted, embarrassed at the situation.
"Honestly, that's my fault, I shouldn't have been distracting you when you were putting it on." You laughed through your words, rubbing his thigh in comfort. Nanami looked away from your eyes, his blush only growing deeper at the thought that he--a grown man--had put on a condom incorrectly. "We uh.. might have to go on a treasure hunt, sorry." He whispered meekly, his thumb spreading your folds open so he could get a good look at your hole while you laid back laughing, your fit of giggles not even being interrupted when his fingers scissored inside you to fetch the condom.
Choso: (small chested reader)
You moaned around Choso's cock as he fucked it slowly in and out of your mouth, your eyes squinting and coughs forcing their way out around his cock when he fucked his dick a little too far into your throat. You were currently laid out on your back on the bed, tits out, panties still on as Choso straddled your chest, his hands firm on the headboard as he used it to steady himself while he fucked your mouth.
You crossed your thighs together for relief while he used your mouth like a fleshlight, your hands gripped around the back of his thighs for support, your nails digging into his skin when it got too much. "This feel r-really good." Choso groaned, picking up the pace as bit as he shallowly thrust into your mouth, making sure not to go too far as to not bruise your throat or make you gag. You moaned around him, tears forming in your eyes from the roughness of his thrusts. You tried to breath through your nose the best you could when you had the chance so you didn't pass out while sucking his cock.
The vibrations from your moans were going straight to Choso's balls, he clenched his teeth together, the muscles protruding out in his jaw from the force as he tried to keep his composure, his head tipping back as he moaned freely into the room, his eyes falling shut as he let himself really feel your mouth around him.
It was so hot and warm, and the way you were licking your tongue around his cock and along the sensitive underside of him, along the big vein that ran up the length of his heavy dick was making him roll his eyes back in his head; he swore he was seeing stars. When he tipped his chin down once more to watch your mouth take him, he was distracted by your bouncing tits, the perky little mounds jiggling with his thrusts, and your hard nipples looked so fucking cute bouncing with them.
His mouth was filling with saliva the longer he watched them bounce; if he wasn't careful he was going to start drooling. Your eyes were screwed shut, so you couldn't watch Choso oggle your tits, but you did feel the way he yanked his cock out of your mouth so suddenly, making you cough and swallow air greedily into your lungs.
Without even saying a word, Choso put more of his weight on your chest, his hands coming down from the headboard as he pressed your small tits together, sliding his cock in between them, trying to titty fuck you. Although he wasn't accomplishing much, your tits were barely able to press around his cock. "Uh.. Choso." He looked absolutely enamored, his hands trying to scoop up more of your breasts to push together as he humped his cock between the small crater he had created.
"Y-yeah?" He responded, his eyes still not leaving your tits as he watched his cock rub back and forth between them, your saliva and his pre smearing along your skin. "I uh.. don't know what you're trying to accomplish but I don't exactly have the.. facilities for what you're trying to do." You said, looking between his solid cock rubbing against your skin, and his face, which was so focused on the task at hand.
Choso finally looked up at you, just briefly, a confused look on his face, like he didn't understand what you meant. This felt good, why would you not have the facilities? What did that even mean? "Huh?" he voiced, before his eyes were once again on his cock, his face flushed red from his ministrations. "No, no.. this feels good, wanna keep doin' this.." He mumbled, groaning as he massaged your small tits in his hands, pressing the skin against him the best he could.
He was clearly enjoying himself, he looked even more pleased than when you were sucking him off. His jaw was slack, his face was beet red, and his moans were steadily rising in pitch, his breath hitching whenever he paused to rub his cock against your hard nipples. You smiled at him, loving how good he was feeling regardless. You giggled internally, watching your boyfriend use your small tits to get himself off. Oh well, if it worked for him so be it, less work for you.
Sukuna:
"Take my fucking cock, fuck- feel me in your fucking womb- haha-" Sukuna laughed maliciously, one of his feet perched on the bed as the two of you layed on your sides, his cock pistoning in and out of your cunt rapidly from how wet you were. His hand was pressed against your pelvis so he could feel himself inside you every time he fucked his too large cock into your tight hole. "O-hmygod Kuna-" You cried, your hand bending behind you to dig your nails in his hair to support yourself.
"Yeahh you love that huh? Love how deep I am- ngh- when I fuck up your guts like this-" He groaned, biting his lip as he fucked you with more vigor, the loud squelch emanating from between your thighs making him feel pussy drunk. He was hitting your g-spot just right, combined with his fingers that occasionally came down to toy with your little clit, you were leaking all over his dick, you don't know if you've ever been so wet in your life. "Fuck- I love it, you're so fucking d-deep!" You cried, your head tipping back against his chest, giving him the perfect leverage to kiss you.
He grabbed your jaw with the hand that was pressed over your tummy, using it to pull your head back more towards him, "Cmere doll," Sukuna groaned appreciatively when your jaw went slack obediently, making it easy for him to stick his tongue in your mouth, tangling it with yours. The two of you moaned into the others mouth, Sukuna's nails digging into the skin of your face as he continued fucking his hips in and out of you an an inhuman pace, his balls tightening with every thrust.
Sukuna liked to pull his cock out almost entirely to the hilt, then fuck it back inside you at once, loving how your cunt swallowed up his dick with no complaints, squeezing around him when he jackhammered into your sweet spot. You've never had any problems with it before, but you've never done it in this position, and you quickly realized why. Sukuna fucked you fast, so fast he lost control over his own body sometimes.
This was one of those moments. He pulled his cock out a little too far, his dick slipping out unexpectedly as his hips kept jerking. His cock curved upwards, meaning when it sprung out, his next hard thrust fucked his big cock all at once, right into your unprepped asshole, making you almost bite his tongue as you yelped, your head snapping forward at the intrusion. Sukuna stopped his thrusting, looking down he realized what he had done, and why it felt so different.
His cock was currently balls deep inside your tight ass, the hole squeezing around him at the same pace as your heartbeat, creating delicious tension in his balls. "Fuck- Fuck Sukuna you're in my ass-" You cried, crossing your legs together as you tried to adjust to the stretch. You were wondering why he hadn't pulled out, instead, he smiled maliciously with a slacked jaw behind you as your asshole clenched and unclenched around his dick, making his balls tingle.
"This might work.." He laughed, rolling his body over yours so you were now laying flat on your stomach, your legs crossed behind you as he held himself over you in the prone bone position. "Always wanted to fuck you in the ass." You whined, feeling your hole start to loosen around him, getting used to the intrusion. There was still a very prevalent painful throbbing deep inside you, but your wetness had eased the stretch, so you weren't left with too much of a burn.
"W-what?" you asked, a slight tremble in your voice, but you weren't completely put off by the idea. "Yeah.." Sukuna responded, rolling his hips against your ass in circles, stretching his cock out inside you. "Doesn't feel too bad now that the worst part is over, huh?" He smirked, laughing at your whine when he pulled his cock out of you only an inch or so before he humped it back inside you. He was right, it really didnt feel that bad, actually.. it felt kind of good.
"Want me to keep going.. hmm?" He asked, pulling his cock out slowly he spit on it, fucking it back inside you slowly, repeating that motion a couple times to tip your mind over into agreeing. "Y-yeah.. feels kinda good.." You admitted, turning your head to watch him smirk down at you. Now given the go-ahead he started to pick up his pace, not nearly as rough as his one before, but one that definitely still had your mind spinning. "Fuck- Kuna.. I feel so much fuller like this.." You whined, clenching your fists by your side.
He gripped your hands together in his larger one, locking your hands behind your back in his iron grip he pressed your wrists together, pressing them down on the small of your back. "Yeah? Gonna feel even fuller when I fill up your ass with my fucking cum." He growled, biting his lip as he relished in the feeling of your tight virgin ass. This is not the way you thought you would try anal.. but hey, it wasn't half bad.
Toji:
Toji was absolutely obsessed with slapping your ass. He had no care in the world about it, zero shame. He would smack your ass in public, with a long line of people behind you as you waited for a concession, he slapped your ass in front of your parents, in the privacy of your own home, every single time you bent over anywhere, or walked in front of him, his hands were slapping your ass.
You decided after almost a year of this, that he needed a taste of his own medicine. Sure, it felt good sometimes, but it was fucking embarrassing, especially when he did it in public. His excuse? "It's mine isn't it?... why wouldn't I touch it?" He definitely needed a taste of his own medicine. You tried to gather up the courage to do it several times, but you always chickened out last minute, or he turned around and caught you at the last second. He never caught on to what you were trying to do though, thank god, you were always able to play it off.
You finally found the perfect moment though. Recently, a pipe in your sink had burst, meaning you called your large, handy boyfriend to fix it for you because a plumber was too fucking expensive when you could just force Toji to learn how to fix a broken pipe so he could do it for you. This meant your mammoth of a boyfriend would be bent over for hours, half of his body under the sink as he dug around with a flashlight, trying to figure out what was what, as his caked up ass presented itself to your greedy eyes, and soon to be, palm of your hand.
You stood across the room, admiring how well he filled out his pants while you took deep breaths, preparing yourself to get body slammed into the floor or chased across the house after you slapped his ass. Slowly, you crept up on him, biting your lip between your teeth as you got closer and closer. "Stupid fucking.. is this is? What the fuck that's the same fucking pipe in the video! Work! Stupid bastard... fuck." Toji cursed into the small space under the sink, some video of a guy showing him what to do playing with him.
You bent down, rubbing your hands agaisnt one another as you braced yourself for what was to come. Nothing would stop you this time, you were going to do it, do it, do it, just- *smack*. Silence filled the room, the connection making Toji go silent, the video playing quietly in the backround. Is this where you were supposed to run? Maybe this wasn't a good idea, fuck, forget giving him a taste of his own medicine you fucked up you- "Babe."....."Yes my beautiful, handsome, boyfriend."
"Did you just smack my ass?"
"......Yeah."
The silence was palpable, you waited for Toji to say something, anything. Every muscle in your body tensed up when his head turned around, a large smirk plastered over his face as he stared at you with dark eyes before he pulled his lip between his teeth. "I get why you like that so much, kinda felt good." He laughed. Your jaw dropped in disbelief, he was supposed to hate it???? This was supposed to be him getting a taste of his own medicine, "I don't like it I-" You started to retort, placing your hands on your hips when his voice cut you off again, his face still smirking at you, "Do it again." He said in full seriousness.
"....Huh?" You asked, your jaw dropping again. "It felt good, do it again." He said, wiggling his ass at you. You pulled your lips between your teeth, inhaling deeply through your nose before you sighed, your hands dropping to your sides. "I can't stand you." You said, turning and walking away while he laughed boisterously at your failure.
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Simon coming home to sleepy partner💤☁️
nsfw below the cut 🪽 mdni 🤍
Simon, more often than not, comes home late after getting back from deployments. seeing as after landing on home soil, they still have to mission debrief, collect and pack up their belongings and say their goodbyes, Simon is itching to get back home - back to you.
When he does, and you're all curled up in your shared bed, head resting on his pillow, one of his shirts clutched tight to your chest, sound asleep in his sweater, which had ridden up the arch of your spine to reveal thin cotton panties that have him straining at his boxers. It's when your eyes open at the sound of him dumping his bags, half lidded and lazy until you register his presence and spring up in the bed, running to meet him with tears of relief already pooling on your lower lashes.
By no means does Simon Riley consider himself a needy man - in fact, quite the opposite, he's practised restraint his entire life. That said, after months away with nothing but his hand and some very private polaroids to sort himself out, he's desperate, already pushing you back until the backs of your knees are hitting the bedframe, collapsing underneath him with the thick comforter giving a whooshing exhale of air under the sudden addition of your bodyweight.
The latest deployment had been especially tough, stationed in some shithole with no cell service or access to a secure line. Soap had been fine, copping off with local women when he grew bored of his hand, Gaz had Simon fully convinced that he had some kind of erectile dysfunction with how long he could go with no contact, whilst Price and Simon had to settle with a few grainy photos of their partners and the thought that they'd soon be home.
Now, when he noses at your neck and smells sweet perfume and your laundry detergent, it feels very much like a wet dream coming true. He doesn't even bother to fully take your panties off before he's thumbing at your clit through the flimsy material, stripping himself of his gear with one hand. He quickly grows frustrated with the way his dick is straining at the fly of his pants, grunting as he pulls his hand away to strip his clothes off, whilst you take the opportunity to lose your panties, throwing them vaguely in the direction of the hamper , parting your legs and bending them at the knee, waiting for him with your bottom lip chewed anxiously between your teeth.
He doesn't even bother kicking his clothes away, kneeling on where they're piled up at the side of the bed as he grabs your hips with hands that have forgotten to be gentle after being rough for so long, pulls you to the edge of the bed, hooking his forearms under your thighs and splaying his hands over your stomach as he noses at your clit. There's a feral, barely concealed glint in his eye as he whispers kisses against your cunt, murmuring how bad he missed you, about how you look more beautiful than when he left.
"Missed y' so fuckin' much baby. Missed your angel face." He growls into your skin, the tears mixing in your eyes split between need and pure relief.
He doesn't even bother with his fingers as he licks a hot stripe between your folds, your hips twitching under his hands as he savours you like a last meal.
"Si.." You whine out sweetly, voice whiny and utterly pathetic.
"Tha's right. Tha's it, gonna let me hear ya?" His Mancunian accent, eroded around the edges from years of travel, and the rumble of his voice have you on edge, hands gripping into the sheets as you let your eyes fall back into your head swimming with utter bliss.
"Mmhm!"
Not even a minute later, Simon looks utterly perplexed as you try and shimmy yourself away from his tongue, despite the way your thighs are clamped like a vice around his ears.
"Wha's wrong baby?" He growls, messy brows furrowed in concern as he looks up at you in the near darkness of your bedroom.
"Jus' need you, Si." You whine, body short circuiting as you consciously attempt to free his face from between your legs whilst the animal side of your brain compels you to keep him there and continue the ecstasy his tongue spearing into you provides.
Your needy words cause his expression to perk up as he gently guides your knees outwards so he can actually remove his face from where it's stuffed between your thighs and cunt.
From your position on the bed, and his kneeling beside it, you'd been unable to see the way his cock was already hard and leaking, bouncing against his stomach, but as he pushes you back to the centre of the mattress, you got a full view of his pretty dick as he lines the pearly tip against your entrance, smearing precum against it as though to make the stretch easier (which is a total placebo).
His fingers loop through yours as he notches his tip inside, refusing to blink as you take him to the hilt with a quiet whine, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you fight the urge to squeeze your eyes shut.
"Fuck, 've missed seein' you take me so well." the sound of his grunts and the lewd squelch which accompanies his thrusts is the only thing besides your airy moans and his soft growls filling your blissful bedroom.
The sight of you alone has him almost embarrassingly close to finishing inside of you, but when your pussy flutters around him and you give a choked off keen before cumming around his cock, he gives up on any restraint, snapping his hips so that his tip hits your cervix, ropes of hot cum spilling into your tight heat as he lets his head fall into the crook of your neck, repeating how perfect you are, how much he loves you and missed you.
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Meant for this to be some cutie, fluffy little brainrot not 1k of smut
Sorry! (not sorry!😚)
also this isn't edited because rereading my own writing makes me cringe so apologies 4 any mistakes 🩷
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Babes, I was thinking, dom! Bucky and reader where his dumb ass doesn’t give her aftercare and then she’s upset. Later, his ass brings it around and makes her feel better. I go feral for aftercare in fics because I’m secretly a little bitch and need reassurance. The raunchier the smut the better. I’m a whore. Love you, babes 😚
HI BUCKYBUDDY MWAH MWAH LUV U💋💋Less get intewww it! I haven’t written a dom buck in ages and then angst and fluffy fluff after??? *chefs kiss* As always thanks for the request and I hope you enjoy this, imma put my whole freak nasty abilities into the raunchy, then my soft baby into the fluff. I too need some reassurance bc I’m actually a huge baby🤣
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Dom!Bucky barnes, Dom/sub, Bucky is an idiot, pnv!sex, bad bdsm etiquette, sub drop, hurt/comfort, big dick bb, fluff n smut n angst, dirty talk, oral (m!receiving), safe words, anxiety/negative self talk/depression
Your lover was in a mood, not necessarily angry but aggravated. He initiated the little playtime scene, coming home and growling, “Can’t catch a fucking break. Need my little girl to help me let off some steam.” His broody eyes roved over your reclined form, clad in skimpy shorts and a little tank top.
You couldn’t deny your sexy, fucking gorgeous man. A rough fuck would be good for him, and nothing was better than getting your pussy goddamn murdered by his cock. You instantly acquiesced, reminding baby of your safe words.
No time was wasted, Buck hauled you to bedroom, landed a sharp smack on your ass along the way. Clothes shredded, some haphazardly thrown, boots flung so hard the lamp rattled as he kneeled on the bed. You stared with wide eyes, unsure of what next considering how fast the situation was moving along.
“Get it wet baby, you know what to do, staring at me like some fuckin’ virgin,” the brunette snarked.
Crawling forward— you gripped his girth, lapping and enveloping the tip. Buck’s vibranium hand wound itself in your ponytail, yanking with a snarl, “Deeper baby, c’mon now.” He was lucky you had a lack of a gag reflex, tucking your lips and swallowing him down. He groaned in ecstasy, head falling back as he cursed, “Good little slutty girl, that’s it.”
You breathed through your nose as he murmured, “Gonna fuck that tight throat of yours.” Your lids fluttered at the feeling, lips stretched tight around his thick cock, throat full, the salty taste of pre-cum wetting your tongue.
His heavy balls slapped your chin as you gripped strong thighs, your lover grunting and keeping your head still with that metal hand, fucking ruthlessly. Tears sprung to your eyes, pussy throbbing and leaking. Bucky groaned again, pulling you off his dick, wet and messy.
All you could do was gasp and whimper, drool falling from your swollen lips. He smiled darkly, caressing your reddened face with big hands. Bucky cooed, “You’re so damn pretty.” He seized your lips, wet smacks filling the quiet room. You instinctively moved to your back, legs spread for him.
Buck tutted between kisses, “Nuh-uh, on your belly.” You whimpered sadly as he gave one more kiss, those huge hands of his flipping your frame over, pulling your hips up in a quick jerk. He palmed a breast roughly, pulling at your stiff bud, so sensitive you couldn’t help but mewl.
Another hand thumbed your swollen cunt, laughing, “So wet for me. Sweet pretty slut, get your mouth around some cock and you’re wetting the sheets.” He thumbed your clit with a slick thumb, grinning sharply at the whine of his name. You warbled, “C’mon baby, fuck me, I helped you out.”
A yank of your ponytail brought his lips close to you, nipping at your earlobe, muscled body pressed to you. Bucky rumbled, “Can you be patient sweetie? I asked if you’d help me let off some steam and here you are making demands like an entitled bitch.”
He pinched your clit, forcing a yowl out your lips. Your boyfriend nestled his cock against your swollen folds, rutting playfully slow. Bucky asked, false sweetness lacing his tone, “You gonna’ shut your mouth and let me do my thing?”
Yank. Nip. Slap.
“Y-yessir, Bucky, I’ll be good now, m’sorry.”
“Good girl.”
He shoved his cock in with no preamble, filling your pussy to the brim with a filthy squelch. Bucky’s hands faltered at your hips, breath stuttered and harsh, he grunted, “Fucking hell, god your pussy— hah, fucking tight.” He took a moment to steady his knees, effectively caging your own in.
“Arch,” he commanded. You did so, pressing your lower body to the bed, whining, “S’big.” He patted your ass and claimed cockily, “I know, slutty hole like yours can take it.” More tears leaked, he was on one today. You couldn’t deny the sweet pleasure and the mean words, made you throb that much harder.
His hands possessively splayed up your back, clasping them upon your shaking shoulder. The force of his thrust shoved you forward into the mattress with a muffled cry. Bucky’s hips clapped against your ass, brutally fucking you open. All you could do was drool and keen his name and other nonsense.
Goosebumps rose on your skin, pussy weeping and convulsing around Bucky’s huge cock. It dragged against your ridged insides, nudged your sweet spot, battered your cervix. Nothing was spared when your lover filled you up, feeling like he was in your belly. The soldier was grunting and moaning deeply, smacking a vibranium hand across your ass. He sped up his movements, beginning to pant. Bucky asked, “Good little slut, always such a good hole for me.”
You babbled, “Yes, yes, always, just for you!”
He rewarded you with a hand to your engorged clit, working it the way that made your legs shake— like they weren’t already jello. Bucky hauled you up with his free hand, using his strength to keep your overstimulated body aloft.
“Y’gonna cream on my big cock doll? I can feel ya’ squeezing me. Pussy’s jus’ begging for me to fill it up. Fucking hungry for it, you’re such a nympho for me.”
You were crying and shaking, nerves alight, pussy unbearably sensitive. You sobbed his name over and over, skin too hot and your clit shooting fire up into your belly. Buck cried out your name when you stiffened head to toe, core clamping down on him, gushing slick all over his still pumping dick.
You mewled and whimpered, falling limp, weak hands still gripping the sheets. Bucky managed longer, overstimulating your abused pussy. He didn’t last as far as you feared, leaning over your frame to mouth at the nape of your neck as he pumped you full of cum. So much cum it flooded your channel, spilling out and onto the bed.
Bucky had intense orgasms courtesy of the serum. He’d inhale sharply, shuddering as his overfull balls emptied for what felt like years. He leaned back up and pulled out with a soft noise, watching your ruined cunt with a smirk.
He got up to get a towel to wipe his dick off, coming back to get you clean. Bucky was pulling on his jeans now. You turned to ask, voice still slurred from your fuzzy brain, “Where’ya going Buck?”
He ran a hand through his shaggy hair and replied, “Gotta meet up with Sam, won’t be longer than an hour. I’ll be back, why don’t you grab a hot bath, I’ll bring back something to eat for you?”
A dreadful feeling consumed you. Bucky was busy, you didn’t need to whine for him to stay around. You rasped, “Can you get me a water bottle?” He nodded and padded off, returning with the cool water, handing it over with a kiss to your forehead. You struggled with words, scared to start bawling. Bucky always took care of you after an intense session. The mean ones.
He laced up his boots and slung on a jacket, blue eyes turning back as he stated, “Won’t be long I promise, ‘kay babydoll? Text me if you need anything.” You nodded while sipping the water, watching his familiar walk leave the room.
You flopped back onto the rumpled bed, body and cunt sore from the rough play. Emotions began to well up out of nowhere— embarrassment, loneliness, sadness. What if Bucky really meant all that he said?
Just a hole for him to fuck. Easy slut for easy access. You stifled a sob and failed. Everything felt like shit. You shivered from the intense anxiety, too struck to do anything but get under the mussed covers, mind whirling to all the worst places.
God. What if he told Sam about how wanton and loud you were, baring your neck at the slightest snap of Bucky’s fingers. You sobbed some more, grabbing a pillow to hold. It smelled like him, comforting, then sickening.
Managing to crawl out of bed you walked on jelly legs to the large bathtub, sprinkling the lavender epsom salt. Something to abate the cold. You ended up sobbing more and shaking in the tub. The need to call Bucky was heightening, but your brain whispered, “He’s busy, you’d be bothering him, just fuck off.”
Eventually the water got cold and you stepped out, body less achy. Drying off and slipping on this fleece hoodie thing your friend gifted you felt somewhat comforting. You didn’t want to get back in the ruined bed.
Instead the couch and a fluffy blanket would do. The water bottle and phone instinctively came with you. You blankly stared out the window, petting Alpine, still fucking shedding tears. The fluffy white cat seemed to sense your bad mood, curling up on your belly, purring.
Your phone sat on the table, annoyingly catching your interest. With an irritated huff you finally grabbed it. There was missed calls from Bucky, a couple of texts from him too. Even Sam had sent something.
Sliding open the phone you read the texts.
“At the Thai place, the usual?”
“You’re probably sleeping but I got Pad See Ew anyways.”
“You okay doll?”
“Hello?”
Then there was three missed calls. You made to dial back, spirits lifted a bit. The sound of the door busting open startled you. Alpine jumped, skittering off. A bewildered Bucky was making a beeline toward you, thick brows pulled together. The takeout bag was left on the ground. He grabbed you up and placed you onto his lap, placing fervent smooches all over your face.
The show of affection made you bawl again. Bucky’s warm flesh hand rubbed circles on your back. He murmured gently, “Babydoll, m’so sorry, I should’ve just cancelled the plans. Sam told me to go home and pull my head out my ass when I wouldn’t stop checking my phone.”
He looked so worried, babbling apologies, pulling you even closer into his frame. You sniffled, “I don’t know what happened, usually you stick around, then I got all s-sad.” Swallowing heavily you continued, “M’not just some whore to you am I? Everything’s s-so-so mixed uh-up. In my head.”
Bucky sighed, “Oh my love, no, no, you’re everything to me. I didnt communicate, forgot about aftercare— sweetheart I can’t live without you. Breaking my heart baby. Can’t believe I just left my doll all alone like that.”
You wrapped your arms around his waist, tucking your face into his scruffy neck, letting out the rest of your emotions. Bucky cooed and coddled you, planting kisses on the crown of your head. He murmured, “Let it out, you still got some dinner and cuddles.”
Your breathing evened out enough to reply with a teary smile, “Okay, yeah, I am hungry.” Bucky somehow carried you around like a koala while he fed you the noodles, then ice cream, and more water. You felt better by the second, growing sleepy in his big arms.
“I love you baby doll, don’t ever think I don’t,” he swore.
“I love you too. So much. But we need to sleep in the guest room.”
The pair of you chuckled, sharing sweet kisses as the big softie carried you to the direction of the other bed. He gently laid you down, more lovey nonsense and kisses adorning the movement. Bucky climbed under the covers, pulling your body close to his. You fell asleep feeling warm and loved.
He might be a bit of a dumbass, but god if he didn’t make up for it.
#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes smut#dom bucky barnes#read the tags :)#answered ask
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desperate!reader x ellie
modern!au (ellie’s a guitarist for a band), established relationship, ellie’s equally as desperate but loves to tease u lol, slight stoner!ellie, mentions of alcohol, cunnilingus, strap fucking, doggy-esque, she’s a creamer, sweet pet names but rough fuckin <3, she’s kinda mean during it, spit play (a lil bit), light slapping (like once), i love ellie
18+ mdni (u will b blocked)
watching ellie’s fingers move in rhythm to the music could’ve made you come alone. watching her on stage, letting the music consume her, had you growing wetter and wetter with every passing minute. you were practically itching for the show to be over so you could run backstage and jump her.
it’s nearing the end of the show and you can see ellie looking around the crowd for you before her eyes land on yours and giving you a small smile. after one last song the stage lights go dark— it’s over. you rush to the side of the stage, practically running to the backstage area before you feel an arm wrap around your waist preventing you.
“what do you think you’re doing?” the voice is deep, obviously not ellie.
“need to see my girlfriend, lemme go,” you’re squirming in the security guard’s grip trying to get out.
“yeah you and everyone el-,”
“let ‘er in,” a voice cuts in. you glance up seeing ellie.
“ellie!!” you feel the security guards grip loosen before you practically shove him off of you to run to ellie.
“hi, baby,” she smiles, “let’s go, yeah?” you nod grabbing her hand and following her.
you follow her into her dressing room seeing her bong, some alcohol, and clothes strewn all over the floor. ellie gives you a quick kiss before walking over to her bong, packing it and taking the biggest hit you’ve ever seen anyone take.
“c’mere, babe,” she sits down on the couch, patting her lap to which you happily oblige. plopping yourself onto her lap, running your hands up and down her body before settling around her neck.
“ellie,” you drawl out.
“what’s up?”
“kiss me, please,” you practically breathe out, “need to feel you, please. watchin’ you up on stage got me so worked up need you to fix it,” your face falling into her neck as you talk. a hand threads through your hair pulling your head back up before pushing you towards ellie, finally kissing her. you try to deepen the kiss but she pulls away, grabbing the bong to feed you a hit.
she puts the bong up to your mouth, your hands instinctively wrapping around the neck of it.
“suck in ‘til i tell you when,” she looks at you, flicking the lighter on before moving it to the bowl, you both watching the chamber fill with smoke. ellie pulls the bowl out telling you to inhale.
“hold it, hold it,” she drags on, “exhale. yeah, just like that look at you,” you know she’s doing it on purpose— talking to you like that. she knows the way she can get you soaking through your underwear with just her words, she doesn’t even have to touch you. you feel her hand sliding up your thigh to rest on your hip, comforting you as you cough from the smoke.
ellie begins rolling a joint for the two of you (probably the fattest one you’ve ever seen). watching the way her fingers meticulously roll the paper around the paper to the way the tip of tongue flattens on the paper to seal it shut. she knows you love when she rolls for you so she always tries to impress you while she does it.
“ellie, please,” you choke out.
“please, what? use your words, baby, we talked about this,”
“please, i need you inside me—need to feel you stretching me out, need your cock, ellie,” she practically throws you off her and onto the couch taking her shirt off then yours before reaching under your skirt and pulling your panties off and putting them in her pocket.
“gotta get’ya ready first,” she whispers as her hands move up your legs.
ellie lights the joint taking a few puffs to make sure it stays lit before passing it to you. she pushes your skirt up to your lower stomach before diving face first into your dripping cunt with no warning. she’s lapping at it like a starved woman— she is— she can’t get enough of it. she runs a finger down your cunt, inserting it into you before quickly adding another finger searching for that soft spot inside you. you try to rut your hips up into her face for some friction but her free arm is quickly pressed to your lower stomach holding you down continuing her assault on your clit.
you’re trying to keep hold of the joint, it’s burning and you know you’re wasting her weed so you bring it up to your lips taking a generous hit. as you cough from the smoke, you feel ellie laugh against your cunt sending shivers up through your body.
she continues on your cunt with her mouth and fingers and you can feel your orgasm building up in your stomach, everything becoming more sensitive.
“ellie ellie ellie, st-‘m gonna come,” you plead for her.
“come, baby, c’mon all over me. yeahh,” she drawls out the last part as you ride out your orgasm on her face, her tongue still lapping at your clit making your shaking legs close around her head.
she pulls her fingers out immediately bringing them up to your lips her other hand grasping your face in her hand.
“‘m not done with you, yet,” she says as she pulls the joint from your fingers, surprised you even were able to hold onto it. she takes a couple inhales of it before putting it up to your lips, signaling for you to take it between your lips and breathe in. ellie always knows how to get you so high. her tolerance is shot, so she just kinda assumes people can handle what she can.
you can feel the smoke run down your throat into your lungs as you inhale, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling the smoke. ellie chuckles a bit at your coughs.
“y’re doin s’good, babe,” ellie says as she gets up to walk over to her backpack leaning up against a wall. she unzips it before digging through it to find her black harness and the sparkly pink dildo she so graciously let you pick out. all while she’s doing this all you do is just watch the way the muscles in her arms flex and contort with each movement making you wetter and wetter by the second.
“ellieeeee,” you whine out, “hurry upppp,”
“be patient or you’re not getting any,” ellie replies simply making you nod your head in response despite the fact she’s facing away from you.
after a couple minutes ellie walks back over to you, assembled strap in hand.
“lay down f’me,” she requests to which you happily oblige laying down on your back on the couch.
“nuh uh, over the armrest, love,” she retorts to your movement. you give her a look before bending over the couch armest, arms sprawled out in front of you, back arched ever so beautifully with the help of the drop from the armrest to the couch.
ellie slides on the strap moving to walk behind you. you feel her fingers slide from the base of your neck all the way down your back to your leaking cunt before pressing a finger to your clenching hole, not quite going in. ellie’s teasing causes you to push your hips back onto her finger so that she slides in. she’s quick to press a hand to your lower back pushing you into the couch to suppress your movements.
“you take what i give you, or i give you nothing,” ellie states simply.
“but, ellie, i need you. ‘ve been waitin’ all day for you. can’t you see—feel— how wet i am for you,” you reply desperately, trying to turn your head to look at her. ellie sucks in a breath at how direct you’re being, her resolve crumbling.
“you can wait five more minutes,” she says, fully submerging her finger inside you, making you gasp. she starts her ministrations ever so slowly, teasing you, before she begins to speed up and slowly teases another finger into your entrance. the stretch from her fingers leaves your mouth agape, letting out gasps for air every time she hits the soft spot inside of you.
“ellie ellie, ‘m- ah, fuck, ellie right there,” you blurt out to her as she practically assaults the spot inside you.
“need your cock please ellie ‘m ready,” it basically comes out al muddled together, but ellie knows what you need. she always does. she slowly takes her fingers out of you before leaning completely over you, leaning on her forearm next to your head, to tap her fingers against your lips.
“suck,” she says. and you do. ellie practically moans at the sight of you taking her middle and ring finger into your mouth, sucking on it like you would her strap. ellie’s throbbing at the sight and feeling of your mouth around her fingers. she pulls her fingers out of your mouth leaving a string of saliva between your lips and her fingers before it breaks. your lips are covered in spit, and ellie takes her hand smearing the saliva around before gently slapping you across the cheek to get your attention.
“you ready, my love?” she asks and you nod as best you can with her body weight on top of you.
“yes,” you squeak out, knowing she’ll only fuck you if you use your words. ellie lifts herself up off of you and slaps the pink silicone cock against your clit a couple times before sliding it down to your entrance before she pushes the tiniest bit in. ellie’s taking her time entering you, making sure the dildo is lubed up enough with your arousal. every time she pulls out she goes a little deeper, before she completely pulls out of you and slams her whole cock into your cunt making you moan out loud as she hits your soft spot. when ellie sinks into you, you hear her groan too as if she can feel how tight you are.
“fuck— move, ellie, fuck me please please please,” you sound desperate— and you are— but you don’t care all you need is to feel her cock pounding into you. and she does. her hands grip your hips, pushing you into the armrest even more before setting a ruthless pace for you.
you can feel tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill, as she fucks you senseless. you’re moaning any word your fucked-out brain can produce.
“yes yes! fuck- oh my go- ellie,” you’re practically fucking screaming and you’re sure everyone outside of her dressing room can hear how well she’s fucking into you. ellie then leans over you, bracing herself on her palms, causing her cock to (somehow) get even deeper inside you. ellie’s groaning in your ear as she continues fucking you like her life depends on it. she can tell you’re close from the way you’re clenching around her and how hard it’s getting for her to move. but you need just a bit more.
ellie leans up a bit before snaking a hand around your front to reach down to your clit, rubbing small, fast circles on it making you cry out from the sensitivity.
“ellie, ‘m gonna come. i’m gonna come, gonna come,” you can’t even stop the words from continuously coming out if you tried. tears streaming down your face, sweat forming on your forehead, ellie’s fingers rubbing your clit, her fucking you harder than she ever has— it’s too much.
“c’mon. come f’me, baby,” she says, not letting up at all finally pushing you over the edge. you come so hard your mouth just falls open into a silent scream, breathing like you just ran a 5k. ellie can barely move but she bottoms out into you, rubbing your clit through your orgasm before pulling out seeing the white ring of your come around the base of the dildo.
she pulls out and you can’t even move— just completely lifeless, naked and bent over the couch. ellie tells you to stay put (as if you could move anyway) before she comes back with a warm towel cleaning you up making you twitch from the over sensitivity. ellie flips you onto your back, gently moving your hair out of your face before leaning in to give you a quick kiss as a ‘thank you’, something she does every time.
“what about you, els?” you question, knowing she hadn’t come but had to be ridiculously soaked.
“we’ll worry about me later. get some rest, my love,” ellie replies thinking about the ways she’s gonna ride your face as you doze off. <3
a/n: WHEN WHEN WHEN WHEN WHRN WHEN WHEN.
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thinking abt modern!ex!eddie bc why not?
warnings: minors dni, p in v, full on smut, finger sucking, ex!mean!eddie, degradation, kind of praising, rough se* and some nicknames. no use of y/n.
"couldn't stay away from me for one fuckin' second, could you?" he grinned, pressing you harder against the cold surface of the sink. fancy soaps and lotions in the harrington household shaking with how rough he was being.
"don't fuckin' flatter yourself, asshole, you came to me first," you barely let out between your mewls, still holding your pride but your cunt clamping around his cock was telling him otherwise.
"and was i the one beggin' to have my cock inside of you? what was it that you said again? 'that you missed my big cock' or do you want me to read the text out loud?" he hissed, one hand letting go of the tight hold he had on you, reaching down to the pocket of his jeans, ready to pull out his phone.
"n-no!" you cried out, face flushed with embarrassment, he was right, you couldn't quit him. even if you wanted to.
"what, that boy toy isn't doin' it for ya?" he mocked, bending you further to get a better view of your ass, relishing in the way you moaned for him.
"can't make you cum like i can, isn't that right?" he barked out a laugh, mean, all biting, making you roll your eyes, both from pleasure and from him being a total pain in your ass.
"f-fuck you," your words mashed together, his cock hitting spots inside of you that you didn't even know fucking existed. he might have been shit at relationships, but fuck was he good at this.
"oh, i will fuck you alright, sweetheart," he grinned, his hips slamming harder into you, making you cry out in pleasure.
"by the time i'm done with you, you won't even remember that asshole's name," he growled against your ear, sticking his tongue out to lick from your throat to the shell of your ear, leaving goosebumps in its trail.
"you're a fucking jerk," you hissed back, tears prickling at your eyes with how deep he was inside of you, making you feel everything.
"so ungrateful," he tutted, "if you don't shut the fuck up sweetheart, you won't get to cum," he warned with a grin, meeting your gaze in the mirror, his damn smirk so alluring, and you knew he meant it too.
you wanted to open your mouth, defy him further, show him that you weren't wrapped around his finger, but you totally were, and you've been depraved ever since you last saw him. he was like a sickly obsession, you needed him to make you cum.
his grin grew wider once he saw you drop your act, your head falling back to his chest as you whimpered for him, his cock plunging into you at a faster and rougher pace. one of his hands let go of your waist again, only to harshly land on your lips, tapping on them to let his fingers in.
your lips slightly parted, giving him access, he pushed his ringed fingers inside of your mouth, and your desperate gaze met with his darked ones. "suck on them."
you accepted his order happily, the coldness of his rings making you shudder while you wrapped your tongue around his fingers, sucking greedily, making him proud.
his twisted smirk grew wider, and his thrusts were frantic, groans and curses slipped past his lips. "my good fuckin' girl."
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson drabbles#eddie munson fics
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Another little request, please don't mind the spam if you don't feel inspired c: <3 "I didn't get your name" + Arthur please!
Thanks so much for sending some extra Arthur in, Shark @call-sign-shark ! I greatly appreciate it! I know I said it before, but it was fun to end this celebration off by showing some love to him…and I wouldn’t be writing for Arthur Shelby if I didn’t add some of his violent self into one of these stories. That’s where I went with this one…trust me, it makes sense…….I think. I hope you like it! Enjoy! :)
Oh and this is the last blurb of this celebration! Thank you to all who read these!! I can’t believe I’ve finally finished writing them!
I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!
Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!
What A Way to Meet Your Boss
Arthur Shelby x Reader
Warnings: language, series typical violence, use of derogatory name
Word Count: around 1k (I’m too lazy to find the count)
Summary: (Y/N) meets one of her bosses in a rather…unconventional way. Or maybe it’s very conventional considering the company she works for.
(Y/N) had just finished her tasks for the evening. She made sure that all of her materials were put in places where she could quickly find them tomorrow before grabbing her coat and purse. She exited the Shelby Company Limited building then, ready to get home and relax.
But of course, Birmingham had different plans for her.
“Women as pretty as you shouldn’t be walking alone at night,” a man’s voice came from the darkness of the alleyway she’d just passed. (Y/N) willed her feet to keep walking, knowing that things would turn bad if she stopped and entertained this man. Maybe he’d give up.
But it didn’t pan out that way.
Shoes then scuffed on the concrete as his quick steps were heard behind her. “I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, bitch,” he sneered. (Y/N) quickened her pace. “Fuckin’ get back here!” His angered words were accompanied by a rough hand, and (Y/N) was left defenceless as the man effortlessly pulled her back and into his grips. Her eyes widened as the man’s forearm came into contact with her throat. “Gonna make you pay for ignoring me,” he seethed, his mouth right against her ear. “How about you make it easy for yourself?”
The man couldn’t follow through on what he was going to do because the next thing he knew, he was getting the wind knocked out of him; his arms falling slack from (Y/N)’s frame. She didn’t even stop to look and see what had happened, instead moving as fast as she could to get away from the altercation just as it sounded like someone started to deliver a barrage of punches onto her assailant.
It didn’t take (Y/N) long to notice that there wasn’t even much of a fight when she did finally turn around. The man who had his arm wrapped around her neck seconds ago was now curled into a ball on the ground as he tried to stop the madman that had come to her rescue. Even she flinched as the second man landed one more vicious punch before standing tall over the beaten man.
“Please, please…please be done,” the man pleaded, his voice and body shaking.
“You should know better than to fuck with the Peaky Blinders,” the man standing above him bellowed, his voice one that (Y/N) was familiar with, but couldn’t quite put the name to.
“I…I didn’t know that she was a Peaky woman, Mr. Shelby,” the man made an excuse, still pleading for his life. He couldn’t tell if the animal of a man standing above him was finished or not. Hell, he should have known better than to choose to hang around this part of town. Who would have known there would have been a Shelby in the area though, let alone the worst out there all?
“Peaky woman or not, you lay another fucking finger on any woman and I’ll fucking cut them off. You understand me?” the Shelby man threatened.
“Yes, yes,” the man on the ground was nodding his head profusely within seconds of hearing the other’s threats…which should really be considered promises.
“Now get the fuck outta here before I decide to do it now.” That was all the man needed to hear to scramble to his feet and hurry away from the area. It was evident in his limp that he’d been beaten pretty badly, but that didn’t stop him from running as fast as he could. The man left behind couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched him leave. When he’d finally turned a corner and was out of sight, the man turned to (Y/N). “You alright?” he asked, making his way over to her then.
“Yeah,” she answered with an exhaled breath. “You came before he could do anything. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” he brushed her gratitude off, shaking his head slightly. His peaked cap had been returned to his head and was now pulled down, shielding his eyes from her, but she couldn’t miss his prominent mustache. “I could walk you home if you want,” he offered.
“I live a block away,” she answered, a polite smile present on her face.
“Safe travels,” he nodded to her, starting to turn back towards the company building the she’d just left.
“I didn’t get your name,” she quickly called after him, the words leaving her mouth before she could think better of them. She knew he was a Shelby man, but she didn’t know which Shelby man he was.
Her voice made the man stop and turn back to face her. “Arthur Shelby,” he answered simply, lifting his head enough for her to catch a glimpse his full features as they were illuminated by the streetlight.
“Thank you, Mr. Shelby,” she thanked him again, sending a grateful smile his way.
“Happy to have ya workin’ for us, love,” he said, sending a closed mouth smile her way before turning again so that he could walk back to the building she’d left a short while ago.
(Y/N) watched him enter the building before she turned and hurried the rest of her way home. She let out a sigh of relief once she was behind her locked door. What a way to meet your boss, she thought to herself, shaking her head as she headed to her bedroom. What a way indeed.
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contains pillow humping & masturbation.
“Oi! Baby?”
Luffy’s voice echoes out through your bedroom as he searches around for you. He sighs heavily as he looked around the room, desperately trying to find you as he yearned and craved your attention.
It was at least an hour after everyone woke up and yet you were nowhere to be found, to Luffy’s surprise. He groans angrily as he looks around your room, stressfully looking for you. He couldn’t stand another moment without you at that time, and not being able to find you there had put him in a slight state of panic.
“Cmon babe, ion feel like playin’ hide n’ seek.” He annoyingly sighs. His hands shuffled through the blanket slowly though he doesn’t feel your frame underneath. He huffs before flicking his eyes around, looking to see if you were hiding somewhere else within your room. He ruffles with soft raven curls as a headache began to brew within his head. The slight stress making his head pulsate.
Not feeling or seeing your presence anywhere he groans out before falling back, flopping himself onto the bed. “Dammit…where’d ya go…?” He whines, snuggling his body deep into the blankets to capture your scent.
“I need ya…I can’t be here alone…” A sad groan leaves his throat as he sat there, his body embedded deep within your blankets. Placing his head softly against your pillow, a sigh leave his lips as he tries to calm himself down and relax.
Though inhaling your sweet smell from the fabric of the pillowcase only made it grow worse.
He feels himself growing hard within his pajama pants from your scent and his curses to himself, hissing at the slight discomfort and sensitivity. “Ugh…babyyy…Lookat whatcha did t’me…” He exhales heavily and sits up from your soft bedding, pulling your pillow from its original spot.
He lifts his hips and places the pillow underneath his hips, a soft groan leaving him as he pulls his hardened cock from his pajama pants. He doesn’t hesitate once he begins humping his cock against your pillow, desperate to look for some sort of friction.
“Come back…please.”
“I need ya…”
“I-I need ya so badly…”
His mumbles and whispers out his words as he held on tightly to the pillow, holding it up slightly as he rubs his leaking cock into the soft plush pillow. His groans grow louder as his cock twitches against the pillow.
“I-I don’t wanna be here ‘lone. Please come back t’me! Come back dammit!”
His hips ruts deeper against your pillow as pre began to soak a little spot on your pillowcase. His whines growing louder as he tried to fuck his frustration away into the pillow. His rough hands tightly grips your quilt before he lets out a low and deep groan. “Fuck! FUCK!” He yells angrily as he feels his orgasm reaching its peak.
You slowly stumble to your door and slowly open it, your eyes instantly landing on Luffy before you step foot though the door.
“Luffy?”
Luffy freezes in place as he hears your soft yet groggy voice appear behind himself. His head quickly glances around and his eyes lands on you rubbing your eyes sleepily. “A-Ah! Baby! I-“
“Luffy what’re you doing?”
Luffy was at a loss for words as he sat there like a deer in headlights, his hips stopped completely against your pillow. You close the door behind yourself before walking over to him while he sat there in place.
“Luffy-“
“Where were ya!? Why’d ya leave me!?”
“Luffy, what the hell are you talking about!? I went to the bathroom boy!”
He stretches his arm and wraps it tightly around your waist before pulling you into his embrace. “I need ya, I need ya right fuckin’ now.” You didn’t have a second to speak back to him as he presses his lips against yours, giving you a sloppy kiss.
You sighed within the kiss before wrapping your arms around him, his hands trailing up to your head to keep your lips pressed against his. You feel his hand trail down your body before he pulls your panties off.
Discarding the pillow, he throws it onto the floor before peppering more kisses onto your soft skin. A soft moan leaving you as he touches your body delicately.
“Wanna feel ya against me…please…”
You press your hand against his cheek before sighing and giving him a soft smile.
“My needy baby…You really can’t be without me can you…?”
A groan leaves him as he pressed more smooches against you, his lips trailing down to your breasts.
“Nah. I can’t”
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can you do protective jamie with she/her reader?
ALWAYS. I can ALWAYS DO protective Jamie.Also has this trope been done a lot? Yes. Does that mean I will not contribute? Absolutely not.
You loved being in Physio. You got to stand on the side of the field, feel the excitment of the game right on the front row. And everyone knew who you were. You were Jamie Tartt's girl.
"Jaim, make sure you stretch out you hamstrings, yeah?" You instructed him as you helped him stretch out his back. "It was bothering you last time."
"Heard yah," he answered, bending over to strech as instructed.
The other team started coming out of the tunnel for their warm ups, walking down the sidelines to greet some of the Richmond players. Today we were playing Crystal Palace, nothing to serious, just a standard middle of the season match. Then you spotted him.
You whistled at Jamie. "Prick at 12 o'clock."
Jamie glanced up from his stretching and clocked the person you were referring to. That was, of course, Max Powell, your Ex, and a defender on Crystal Palace.
"He's headed this way?" Jamie checked, not taking his eyes off of Max.
"Yup."
And headed he did. He strutted right up to where you and Jamie were working, not even bothering to acknowledge Jamie.
"(Y/N), hey, good to see you," he greeted, kicking his legs a bit.
"Hey, Pow" Jamies stood up straight and puffed his chest out a bit. "You good, mate?"
Max shot Jamie a glance, as if he forgot he was there. "Tartt."
You rolled your eyes, packing up your physio bag as the two men compared sizes. Max Powell was a capital 'A' asshole and had been the whole time you dated. But since you got your job at Richmond and finally had a group of people who supported you, you were able to leave him and find Jamie.
"Alright, boys, I'll see you both on the pitch," you excused yourself, turning to leave. As you did though, Max reached out and grabbed onto your arm. You immediatly flinched away from him, yanking your arm out of his hand.
Jamie flared up, moving between you and him. "Watch yourself, Powell."
"Woah, woah, woah," Max threw his hands up. "I was just trying to get her to talk to me."
"Well, she doesn't want to talk to you," Jamie bit back, making himself even taller.
You grabbed onto Jamie, pulling him back towards you. "It's fine, Jamie. Max, he's right, I don't want to talk to you." Max opened his mouth to say something but you turned around and walked back towards the Richmond seats.
Max tried to walk after you but Jamie blocked his path.
"See you on the pitch, right?" Jamie growled, looking down at the man.
Max looked right back up at Jamie, his stare hard. "Right."
The match was tough. Both teams playing admirably making it a stalemate at nil-nil most of the match. You were on the edge of your seat, watching them run back and forth on the pitch. But, there seemed to be extra animosity between the team. Specially between Max and Jamie.
Max was there everytime Jamie tried to go towards the goal. Knocking him off the ball, or stealing the ball away from him. Jamie would land on his ass and jump back up immediatly before chasing the ball down again.
"Woah, that was a hard fall," Nate commented, glancing over at you.
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as Jamie shouted something towards Max. "Yeah, it was."
You walked back to your seat and sat down. As you watched Jamie, you could tell his hamstring was bothering him. It always did when he played too rough. You'd have to work on it during the half so he didn't pull it.
As soon as the whistle was blown signifying the half, you marched over to Jamie.
"You're hamstring is bothering you isn't it?" You started, walking alongside him as you started into the tunnel.
"Fuckin Max Powell, getting in me fuckin' head," he muttered, angrily, hopping on one leg as he tried to stretch out his hamstring.
"Don't let him get to you," You muttered back, walking shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Hey, Tartt!" Right on cue, Max's voice came from behind. "Nice game on the pitch, huh?"
Jamie started to turn but you grabbed onto him. "Just keep walking."
"Whatever, fuckin' pussy."
There was no way Jamie was ignoring that. You moved out of the way as Jamie spun around to get in Max's face. "What did you just say?"
"I called you a fuckin' pussy," Max spat at him. "Can't play for shit, can't moved for shit, can't fuck your girl for shit." There was inches between the two players. You knew Max's schoolyard taunts were just getting to Jamie because of their similarity to his father's taunts. "Why don't you move out of the way and I can remind her exactly what I did for her."
In an instant, Jamie was slamming Max against the wall. "You can talk to me all you want, yeah?" Jamie growled into his ear. "Talk your shit about me. But if you EVER, talk to her or about her again I will end you, do you understand?"
Jamie's voice was low and dark in a way you'd never heard before. It sent chills down your spine as you went to seperate them.
"That's enough, okay? Max, get back to your team, Jamie. Locker room. Now." You pulled Jamie away from Max who stared, shellshocked as you and Jamie walked down the hall.
As soon as you rounded the corner you smacked Jamie's upside the head.
"What the fuck was that?" You grabbed him and pulled him down to kiss him eliciting a gasp of surprise from Jamie. "Fucking idiot."
Jamie pulled back from you, a confused look on his face. "What the fuck was that for?"
"You almost beat him up for me?" You stated, hitting his shoulder.
"Ow! Stop that!" Jamie cried, grabbing your arms and pushing them against your sides. "I just didn't like the things he was saying bout you is all."
You smiled at him, feeling a warmth fill your chest. When you were with Max, he never would have defended you like that. He never would have cared enough to threaten anyone. Not that you needed to someone to defend your honor, but Jamie's passion for you was so beautiful.
"Thank you," you said softly, biting your lip. "It's... sweet."
Jamie's face broke out into a cocky grin as he realized you were into it. He released your arms and slide his hands around you waist.
"Oh, so you think it's hot?" He crooned, pulling you close to him.
You pressed your hand against his chest, shaking your head at him. "Whatever, now I regret telling you."
"No, no! Say it again, you like me defending you."
"Not happening."
He leant down and kissed you again, gently. You couldn't help but laugh a bit, knowing he was doing it to turn you on. But that would have to wait. You pushed him away.
"Alright, go stretch you hamstrings properly now," You instructed. He saluted before jogging off towards the locker room. "And Jamie?"
He turned towards you. "Yeah?"
"Do win that fucking game."
He did. They won 2-Nil with an expert goal by Jamie Tartt.
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Could I request some tony montana with a reader who has a Degration kink please. 👉👈
of course!! I added a little more to spice it up, hope you don’t mind love<3
LOVE GAMES
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PAIRINGS: Tony Montana x reader
WARNINGS: there’s not much plot!
NSFW WARNINGS: Dom!Mean!Tony,brat taming, heavy degradation (whore, slut, bitch), hair pulling, p in v sex, spitting, slapping, oral (m receiving), choking, making out, pet names, humiliation (licking cum from the floor??)
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Tony Montana was pissed. Seething kind of pissed.
The entire time he was in his meeting, trying to merge and alliance with one of the most notorious mafias in order to get more money to take care of your ass (as if you needed any more), Is when you’d decided to start acting like a spoiled brat.
Tony had sat you on his lap, as he always does when in meetings, because he thought you knew to behave. Apparently not, because you had started whining in his ear about how he ‘wasn’t giving you any attention anymore’.
Tony ignored you and told you to hush while the other men were speaking, and that seemed to have pissed you off, which resulted in you discreetly trying to hump yourself against his thigh.
He whispered a harsh “sitcha little ass still” and with a huff, you’d gotten off of his slap and dramatically stormed out of the room. To say you’d embarrassed Tony was an understatement.
You’d chosen the worst time to start acting out, and now here you were, bent over with Tony standing over you, a vein bulging from how angry he was with you for pulling such a stunt.
The flimsy black dress you were wearing earlier is discarded somewhere on the floor of your shared master bedroom, and you were in your red laced panties and matching bra set, the one Tony had bought you for Valentine’s Day.
In a quick instant, Tony ripped your panties off with no remorse, and you let out a loud gasp. “Tony!” You yelled out. He landed a harsh smack on your left ass cheek. “Shut the fuck up.” He hissed with clenched teeth.
Your pussy was dripping with your slick, but the slap made you flinch forward. You weren’t used to how rough Tony was being. Usually, your lover was slow and sweet, and took his time making you feel good, but the man behind you seemed like a completely different person.
And you weren’t complaining one bit.
If anything, you wanted this outcome. You plotted it. You craved it. Yes, you loved that Tony was a sweet man in bed, but sometimes you just wanted to be put in your place by him. You wanted him to manhandle you and use you solely for his pleasure.
You heard shuffling behind you and the sound of Tony’s expensive belt fall to the ground. His cock was around 7.5 inches, maybe even 8 and uncut with a slight curve to the left. His cock is thick and trimmed evenly. It was heavy as he slapped it on your weeping pussy a few times with a grunt.
Suddenly, he breached your entrance. The sting was painful, as Tony would usually prep you before just shoving it in. You gasped as you felt him fill you with his meaty girth, balls deep before slowing pulling out and slamming back in.
“Tony, oh my god! Please—“ you screamed out as your eyes began to water from the impact. “No, this is what the fuck you wanted, right?” He chuckled out as he began to pound into you, his hands tightly secured on your hips, surely to bruise in the morning.
“Comin’ onto me like a fuckin’ dirty whore. You wanna act like a dumb slut then I’ll treat you like one.” He said. His Cuban accent was thick in every word he spoke, and it made you all the more wetter. Your juices could be heard loudly every time his cock rammed into you.
“Fuckk, your cunt is suckin’ me in, greedy little bitch.” He breathed out as he threw his head back with a moan. Tony was always a vocal man, and it was one of your favorite things about him. He wasn’t ashamed to show how good he was feeling like most lousy men were, but then again, no other man was Tony Montana.
“Tell me you’re fuckin’ sorry, whore!” He spit out as his hand reach up, tightly wrapping itself in your hair and pulling your head back painfully. Your eyes met Tony’s darkened one’s, and his cock twitched at the sight of your tears, mascara running down your face.
“‘M sorry, Tony! Shittt, ‘m so so sorry, baby.” You slurred, mind blank and completely drunk on your husbands piercing cock. “You gonna learn how to be a good girl f’me after this, huh? Or am I gonna have to use this little pussy till you do?” He asked.
You couldn’t respond, your mind felt fuzzy as you felt your orgasm approaching. Your mouth hung agape, the only sound coming out was loud ‘ahs’ coming out each time his cock touched that one spot that made you see stars. Your stomach tightened and your hands gripped the satin sheets below you, bracing yourself for the world-shattering orgasm you were about to have.
“Fucked you dumb, haven’t it? Little bitch.” He gritted through clenched teeth. Your gummy walls were squeezing him in a vice grip, and each time he pulled out, your pussy felt like it was sucking him right back in. He knew you were about to cum, he could tell in the way your walls clenched down on him harder, almost painfully, making him hiss as he landed another smack to your ass cheek with his free hand.
“Tony, ‘m gonna cum!” You gasped out. He didn’t respond, only inhumanly speeding up his pace of ruining your poor pussy. You felt his heavy balls slap against your needy clit with every single hard thrust he delivered, and that was your breaking point as you squirted all over him.
Your moans were loud and uncontrollable, and surely the whole mansion could hear you as he fucked you with no mercy through your orgasm, chasing for his own.
You were beyond sensitive, and his pace wasn’t stopping. The only sign you had that he was becoming closer to his release was his deepening moans and his thrusts getting a little more sloppier till finally, his hips stilled.
He filled you with his cum to the brim, thrusting a few more times just to make sure he emptied his balls completely into your needy pussy. “Jus’ needed my cock in you to fuckin’ act right, yeah, you dumb slut?” He mocked, feigning pity as he pulled out of you.
His cum spilled out of your pussy, warm and sticky as you felt it drip down your thighs. Your body felt weak, and your legs were shaking as he helped you to your feet, cum still running down your thighs.
His hand met your neck as he gripped tightly, almost blocking your air ways as his lips smashed into yours. He groaned into the kiss while you whimpered, not bothering to fight for dominance, because a man like Tony Montana would always win.
Your tongues tangled and danced with each other before he harshly bit onto your bottom lip, drawing blood and then releasing it. “Suck your filthy whore juices off of my cock, baby.” He muttered against your lips. “Okay, Tony.” You whispered as you instantly dropped to your knees before the man.
The man standing over you bunched up your hair into a makeshift ponytail in a tight grip. Peering up at him through your lashes, Tony could see how ruined you were. All for him. And he loved it. He loved the sight of you submissive and on your knees for him, ready to take anything and everything he gives you.
You stuck your tongue out, and Tony slapped his cock onto your tongue a few times. “Dirty girl, hm? Only time y’go quiet ‘s when you got my cock in your slutty mouth.” He gritted out as you sucked his tip, releasing it with a ‘pop’.
You licked down his cock, lapping up your juices with kitten licks. Tony groaned as he watched you take him back into your mouth. You struggled to take him, but the last thing you wanted was to disappoint Tony, so you gagged as you forced yourself to take him further.
Your quivering hands reached to stroke what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. “No hands, honey.” He taunted with a smirk. God, he was so pretty. So ruggedly handsome it sent you into a frenzy each time your glossy eyes locked with his. Your hands released his cock reluctantly.
You didn’t have time to react before you felt his cock brutally shoved down your throat. “Fuck, yeah, baby, just like that. Knew this whore mouth was good f’somethin’ besides complainin’” he moaned out as he threw his head back.
You gurgled and gagged around his cock, which was as deep as it could go down your throat. Your nose buried in his trimmed pubic hair, his scent thick with musk, a manly scent. Your senses were overwhelmed in him.
He held you there for a moment, his cum spurting down your throat, nearly choking you. Your hands gripped at his thighs, signaling for a breath of air, to which Tony obliged.
You released his cock with a gasp. His cum clogged your air way, which resulted in you spitting it onto the ground. “Ungrateful slut.” Tony growled out. “M sorry, Tony.” You whimpered out as his hand tangled into your hand again, craning your neck up to look at him.
“Lick it up.” Was all he said. Your mouth hung agape. “B-but the floor s’nasty!” You pleaded out with a frown. Yet, Tony didn’t miss the way your thighs clenched and rubbed together, or the way your cheeks flushed and you bit your lip. “Don’t fuckin’ make me repeat myself.” He said with furrowed brows.
You nodded, hesitantly leaning down, eye level with the floor. Your tongue met the cold floor, but was welcomed with his warm, salty cum. You lapped it up from the floor, some of it sticking to your chin. Tony merely chuckled as he watched you with beady eyes.
“Good girl.” He muttered out as he put his pants back on, fastening his belt. He helped you to your feet again, gripping your cheeks together to open your mouth to see his cum. “Swallow.” He stated, to which to did.
He hummed in approval. “Y’gonna be good now,?” He asked. You nodded, tired and worn out. “S’my girl alright? Y’wanna take a bath with me, honey?” He asked as he gently kissed your cheek and moved the hair matted to your forehead from sweat.
“Please, Tony.” You muttered as you leaned into him, finally feeling his warm arms wrap around you, and you finally felt content.
“Alright, baby, c’mon.” He said gently, a huge contrast to the way he was just speaking to you.
Being in his warm embrace was the last thing you could remember as he lead you to the bathroom, everything going black from exhaustion.
You faintly heard Tony mutter an “I love you”.
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I LITERALLY ONLY FINISHED EP 1 OF TLOU BEFORE WRITING THIS 😭 this man just has me going fucking insane rn i had to word vomit. spent my whole day on this bc im delulu
warning: homophobia and transphobia, trans fetishization, degradation/humiliation, slurs, vaginal sex, rough oral sex, NASTY daddy kink (like… borderline incest rp and ddlb maybe idk i just work here), hanky code, spit kink, breeding kink, gags, drug dealing (weed and opioids), reader is a sex worker/weed dealer with clit piercings
anatomical terms: cunt/pussy/kitty, clit/(t-)dick
It started as a drug deal. A bad habit picked up after top surgery. A rumor that this guy sold opioids. A wink and a nod of the head from across the plaza during a hanging. A few hankies tucked in your jeans, two shades of blue on the right, light green and a flag on the left. You were never sure if he knew what they meant. You’d never had the chance to ask. Until today, you happened to have a favor to ask him.
“Look, you know I’m usually reliable, right? If you could just gimme more time, I promise I’ll get you an ounce on Monday, on me.” That was a pretty decent offer. You usually gave him a quarter of bud every trade, so an ounce for the same price was surely nothing to sneeze at.
“If you’re not ready today, you ain’t gettin’ shit today. Sorry, kid.” Fuck. Ah, well. At least he wasn’t mad at you. Plus, he always called you ‘kid’. It made sense, since he was definitely old enough to be your dad. Maybe he had a soft spot for you. And he certainly met the diagnostic criteria for DILF, but goddamnit, your gaydar couldn’t get a reading on him. You figured the best way to find out for sure would be to offer up your other goods and services and see if he takes the bait.
“Well, uh… maybe there’s…” You took a step closer to him, putting all your weight into your hips hoping they’d jump out at him, “…something else I can offer you?”
They didn’t. His stare never shifted from your face. “Like what?” Joel asked unclockably.
You took the tips of your hankies between your fingers and held them out to him, spreading your wings, a display for attracting mates not unlike that of a peacock. “You know what these mean?” You asked with a quirk in the brow and some devious faggotry in your voice.
Joel crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall, a cocky, almost sort of try me type stance. “What do they mean?”
You named your hankies, one-by-one. Green, “This one means I’m a sex worker,” Trans, “This one means I have a pussy,” Navy, “This one means I get fucked,” and Cyan, “This one means I suck co-“
“I’m sorry, that one means what?” Joel interrupted, and pointed at your trans flag. He wasn’t just gonna let you gloss over that, just as you’d hoped.
“Oh, this one?” You pinched the tail of the trans flag and let the rest fall to your sides. A cheeky, cherubic, chaotic smile on your face as you taunted him. “It means I have a pussy. I’m trans.”
Joel’s face contorted in a few spasms of different emotions. A blink of shock, a blip of disgust, a second of intrigue, ‘til he landed on confusion. “So, uh…” His eyes crawled downwards to your crotch, then back up to you. “…how’s that work?”
Sure, you could give him the polite conversation explanation of the transmasculine identity, gender dysphoria and its treatments. Or, you could give the simplest and sexiest possible definition that would appeal to Schrödinger’s Straight Man over here. “Was born a girl, cut my tits off, shot up testosterone, and now I’m a man, but I kept my cunt.”
“Fuckin’ Christ…” He grunted, then cleared his throat, trying his damndest to remain calm and bloodbend his newfound erection away. Today was the wrong day for the light wash jeans. His growing bulge was the visual feedback of your influence on him.
A by-the-book boypussy sales pitch. Testing well with the focus group. You took another step with a sway of the hips, encroaching on his personal space but not penetrating it just yet. “Well? Whaddaya think?”
Joel bit his lip and said nothing for a moment. It seemed he was taking his time to figure out what exactly he did think about your revelation. “…Just 2 pills?”
“Just 2 pills…” You nodded, “Just enough to last me the weekend…” and took another step closer, then one more, until you could reach out and rub his bicep. “I’ll bump you up to an ounce, get it to you on Monday…” Your curious fingers started to trail down his arms and over to his delightfully soft dad-bod tummy. “And I’ll show you a good time today… Show you something you’ve never seen before…”
To say you were coming on pretty strong would be a massive understatement. And, hell, touching him? You were coming on like you had a death wish. Your hand slid downward, down to the heat he was packing in his pants, and stroking his rifle in your game of tactile Russian Roulette.
You loaded the chamber…
“All for just two little pills. So?”
Spun the barrel…
“What do you say?”
And pulled the trigger.
“Please, Daddy?”
And with those two whorish words, he snapped. Joel grabbed you by the wrist and slammed you into the brick wall behind him. You gasped in shock and winced in pain. It happened so fast, you barely had any time to think about the mistake you’d just made, but before you could choke out an I’m sorry, his lips were on yours. You moaned into the kiss and he snarled into it, slobbering all over each other in a fit of lust.
“Bratty little fuckin’ queer. So you’re saying you have a cunt, huh, boy? No bullshit?” Joel sneered as he shoved his hand between your legs. He grabbed your crotch and squeezed it tight, delighted to find no bulge, nothing in his way but a few layers of clothing. “Ooh, damn, kiddo, guess you’re right. Ain’t you fuckin’ special…” He let your wrist fall so he could grab your jaw. “Open,” he commanded, and your lips obliged. He spat into your open mouth, and then his lips were back on you.
Your hands scrambled for purchase on his back, eventually clutching his hair and his shirt for lifelines. The second you’d laid eyes on this guy, you knew he’d be a good fuck, and you couldn’t believe your luck. That monumental gamble you took just now had won you the jackpot, and now it was time to bask in your victory.
Joel grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you out of the kiss. “You want your fuckin’ pills, cuntboy?”
“Yeees…” That was why you originally came to him, yes, but now you wanted a whole lot more.
“You want those fuckin’ pills?”
“Yeees, yes, I wan-em…”
“Say please.”
“Pleeease…”
“Please, what?”
“Pleeease, Daddyyy… P-Please, Daddy, I wan- I wan’ the pills…”
“You gonna suck your Daddy’s cock for ‘em?”
“Y-Yeees, Daddyyy…”
“So do it.”
Joel dropped you and let you stumble onto your knees in front of him. You rocked back and forth impatiently as he undid his belt and fished his cock out of his jeans. As you suspected, it was massive, flushed an angry shade of red, and throbbing painfully. He gave it a tantalizing stroke, peeling back the foreskin and pulling it taut on the rebound. You licked your lips at the precum leaking from its slit, waiting for his instruction.
“Open,” He demanded once more. You acquiesced, opening your mouth wide enough for him to stuff his cock in your throat. He let out a deep, husky, growl as he slid down your airway. “Yeahhh, that’s it… That’s it, kiddo…”
Even in your dickdrunk, cockgagged haze, you could guess what was coming next. In preparation, you braced yourself with your hands on his hips, and relaxed your throat as best you could for him to fuck it. Turns out, your intuition was right.
“Fuck, yeah, fuckin’… Fuckin’ choke on it, whore… Choke on Daddy’s cock.” He grunted, grabbed your hair, and held you still while he thrusted into your mouth unforgivably. Tears, snot, and drool were running down your face in no time, and Joel was loving it. “Aw, look at that, yeah, good boy…”
You whined reflexively at the praise, accidentally sucking some spit into your windpipe and choking you in a less sexy and more dangerous manner than intended. Your eyes bulged open and you slapped his thigh twice, tapping out. Thankfully, he got the hint and let you go.
You coughed up the spit and smacked your own chest to clear your airway. “Sorry… Wrong pipe…”
“Take your time.” Joel replied, “Not try’na kill ya.”
Once you could regulate your breathing and you were sure you weren’t at risk of death by blowjob, you got back to work, at your own pace this time. You had the chance to explore him. Stroking and squeezing his shaft and his sack, fluttering your tongue underneath his tip, licking long stripes from the balls to the head. Less force, but no less intensity.
“Ngh, little faggot sure knows his way around a cock, don’t he?” Joel snickered and ruffled your hair. “So good at this, I would’a never believed you don’t got one yourself.”
True, you may not have been blessed with a cock attached to you, but you’d gotten plenty inside you. Not exactly your hometown, but familiar terrain nonetheless. When you felt like you could, you swallowed his length whole, swiping your tongue along his balls as you gagged. Joel threw his head back and moaned into the air, and then, you rode him with your throat again.
“Fu-u-uck, oh, shit, yeah… Yeah, you suck Daddy’s cock… Suck your old man’s cock for pills, and you’ll get ‘em, son... You’ll get ‘em, you fuckin’ junkie.”
You’d honestly forgotten this was about pills. You just got so caught up in the love of the sport, it had totally slipped your mind. Though dangling the carrot of oxies in front of your spit-drenched face was as good an incentive as any, and despite the burning in your windpipe, you sucked him with more power, more speed, more emotion, and more determination. You could taste victory leaking and throbbing on your tongue.
“F-Fuck… I-… I can’t…” Joel’s face was a picture of overwhelming pleasure. He had to pull you off. His wet, pulsating cock popped out of your mouth, and he huffed and puffed wiping sweat from his brow. “As much as I’d like to dump a load in your stomach…” He nudged his boot in between your legs, right up against your burning cunt. “I need to see your specialty, first.” He extended a hand to help you off your knees, then when you stood, hugged you to him and spanked each of your ass cheeks, jiggling them both as he gave his next order. “Take off your pants and bend over. Let Daddy see that pretty kitty of yours.”
You giggled, a goofy, stupid slutty smile on your face, and nodded. “Hehehe, okay… Okay…” You unbuckled your pants and let your jeans drop to the dirt. You stepped out of them and kicked them aside. You turned 90 degrees, put your hands on the brick wall, and stuck your ass out to Joel. He took his place behind you, grabbed your ass, and spread you open to take a peek at your holes. You shivered as the cool breeze ran over your dripping cunt.
“Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time I saw a cunt like this…” Two of his fingers traced your slit then spread your lips, exposing yourself even more to him. He chuckled when he saw your dick piercing. “‘Specially not one with these fancy hood ornaments.” He couldn’t resist the urge to tug on the jewelry.
Naturally, your knees buckled beneath you and you slid down the wall. “A-Ah!” You squeaked, “F-Fuck! S-Sen-Sensitive!” You tried to warn him, but really you were showing off your weak point with the conspicuousness of a video game boss fight.
“Oh, yeah?” Joel scoffed and supplemented it with a smack on the ass. You could feel him kneel down behind you, and he said, “Good.”
And then his lips were on your t-dick and sucking it like a leech.
You had to scream, bad, but it was broad fucking daylight and FEDRA could show up at any second. Instead, you bit down on your hand, sinking all the energy into your teeth as your body collapsed in on itself. Before long, your cunt was dripping down into his mouth, so much so, that there was an audible splash when his lips let you go.
“Christ, you’re a mess. Gonna ruin my fuckin jeans, ‘f I don’t take ‘em off.” Joel stood up and out of his own pants then tossed them beside yours. You heard some more rustling of clothing, felt a swipe up your pussy, then a tap on your lips with wet fingertips. “Open,” he instructed yet again.
You opened your mouth to lick and suck at his fingers, or so you thought. Instead, they pulled away and gagged you with one of your own hankies. Judging purely by the texture, you deduced that it was the trans flag. You relaxed and let him tie the gag more comfortably.
“There.” Joel said, patting you on the ass affirmatively. “Now I don’t gotta worry ‘bout you bein’ a fuckin’ screamer.” Two strong hands took your hips and lined him up with his target. You could feel his head prodding, but not breaching your hole. “Ready?”
You bit down on the gag and nodded feverishly at him. He poked your hole once, then twice, then started to push in and ohmyfuckinggodhe’shugeimeanyouknewthatalreadybutfuckitfeelsbetterthanyouthoughtitwould.
Without the ability to articulate any of those words, you whimpered through the gag and clawed at the wall like a cat trying to get in the bathroom.
“Biiig stretch, kiddo, that’s it…” Joel groaned, “That’s a good boy… Daddy’s almost in…”
Almost in? What the fuck did he mean by-ohshitthatswhatthefuckhemeantbyalmostin… He was so fucking thick that the stretch nearly burned, and long enough to feel like he was excavating your pussy to make room for himself. It was mind-numbing how big he was. He took up not only all the space in your cunt but in your brain as well. You’d never had someone dig so fucking deep.
“There you go, nice and full.” He leaned down to kiss your neck and pin your wrists together above your head. “Daddy’s perfect little cocksleeve…”
He withdrew his hips, practically taking your cunt with him on the way out since it refused to let go, and then speared his cock back into you. His thrust was a shockwave that rocked through your whole body. You let out a garbled moan into the spit-drenched fabric each time he did it. Eventually, he had a steady tempo going.
“Nghhh, so fucking tight… Real fuckin’ tight for a whore. And you’re fuckin’ soaked…” He gave your ass another swat, then stopped moving for a moment. “C’mon, slut, fuck yourself back on your Daddy’s dick. Ride your Daddy’s dick, now-yeahhh, that’s it…” He purred as you started to bounce your ass on him. For a little extra encouragement, he reached out to pet your hair. And for some guidance and a little extra oomph, he slammed his hips forward in time with yours, making his cock hit you twice as hard. “That’s a good boy…”
It was unbelievable, almost intolerable how good he felt. You almost couldn’t bear the thought of fucking any of your regular clients ever again. This was a Flowers for Algernon-type dicking, the absolute pinnacle of nasty sex for just a little while, and you’ll spend the rest of your sex life downhill from here. You’d like to hope that wouldn’t be the case, but none of the other dick you’d gotten in the past could even compare.
And it all stemmed from asking for a front on some oxies.
Joel reminded you of that when he said, “Next time you’re needing a front, I’ll-ngh… I’ll make you work for it, whore… Take you home and fuck you in the ass instead… Let you scream as loud as you need to… Let that little pussy weep for me and it’s gettin’ nothin’… You want some painkillers, then you gon’ hurt for ‘em, son…”
Honestly, the idea of a ‘next time’ had you excited regardless of what hole he wanted to bust open. If you were lucky, maybe it’d be out of mutual enjoyment rather than an exchange. Soon, he struck that special spot inside you, that inner button that has you seeing stars and screaming obscenities into the flag gag. Your hands balled into fists and pounded at the wall. It was getting to be too much to bear. Of course, with your flag in the way, your cries of Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna come! sounded as, “Auck! Auck! Ah gah-ah cah!”
Luckily, Joel spoke fluent slut. “You’re gonna cum? Gonna cum for your daddy?” He knotted his fingers in your hair and yanked you up against his chest. He shoved you both forward until you hit brick, and without an inch of space for you to squirm, he rutted into you relentlessly. “Then do it, slut. Cum on your daddy’s cock. Daddy wants to feel his little man cum all over him.”
God, how could a sentence be so nurturing and so nasty at the same time? So sweet and yet so fucking sick? Regardless of Sigmund Freud screaming ‘I told you so’ somewhere in your head, you came buckets, splashing Joel’s thighs with pussy juice on his every thrust. Your legs gave out around the fourth or fifth gush, and Joel had to hold you up for him to finish.
“Fuck, yeah, keep coming, keep coming, baby, Daddy’s close…” Joel groaned. Every word he said grew more vile and more primal than the last. His only need was to breed. “Daddy’s gonna knock you up, son… Gonna dump some brothers and sisters into ya… ‘N’ you’re gonna fuckin’ take it… Ngh, gonna take my fuckin’ load in ya ‘cause you’re a little cumdump pussyboy whore… ‘S what you’re meant for-shit… Shit!”
He squeezed your body tight and growled into your ear. Hot spurts of his cum flooded your battered cunt. On any other occasion, you’d cringe at some rando calling his load your siblings, but it just felt so good. You couldn’t give less of a fuck what he called it. And it’s not like he was your actual father. He was committing to the bit, a bit that had you mewing and sobbing with pleasure and repressed emotion, but that was a problem for your therapist later.
The world went still as you both came down from orbit. The rest of the QZ didn’t exist in that moment. It was just you and your “daddy”, a man twice your age that you trade drugs with and who just busted a nut in you. Honestly, still a better father figure than most. Closest thing to a dad you had for damn sure.
You felt that paternal vibe from him as he kissed the side of your neck. “You okay, little guy?” Joel asked tenderly. He untied the gag and tossed the flag by your jeans, letting you answer him.
“Mm… Mhm… I’m okay…” You stuttered, still counting on his grip to keep you standing.
“Good boy.” A few quick pecks to your neck and he slipped out, a few drops of his kids pooling in the dirt below you. “Now get dressed. I got shit to do.” He demanded with a final slap on your ass.
You stumbled over to your pants, leaning onto the wall to guide yourself. Even after dressing himself, Joel got to them first, and held them out for you to step into.
“Yeah, there you go, kid. You’re okay.” He cooed, and then clapped you on the shoulders to get your attention. Your head snapped up to see him reach into his pocket and pull out a plastic bag wrapped in tinfoil. He fished out two white pills and gave them to you, just as you agreed to.
“Thanks. I really appreciate it,” You gave him a shy smile, feeling grateful for the front and the frenzied faux-father-son fucking he just bestowed upon you. “Oh, and, uh… I… I had a good time, s-so if you ever wanna-“
“I’ll see you Monday, kid.”
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Day Thirty-One: Eddie Munson + Costumes
"Teddy, will you look at me, please!" You beg him as you stand at the doors entrance of his bedroom. Eddie is working hard on another company idea for his nuggets. "Baby" Eddie whines to you; you give it right back to him, "Please, Eddie, all I wanna do is show you a few things I got today at the costume store."
At the word 'costume,' Eddie turns his head, black hair getting caught in front of his eyes. "You've got my attention, sweet thing." You smile triumphantly. "So, while I was out today, I saw a new costume store near Melvalds General Store." Eddie nods along with you.
"I picked up just a few, but I wanted to do a fashion show for you, Teddy." Eddie smiles with an atwinkle of his eye as you call him your favorite nickname. "Well then, do a fashion show for me, baby." You jump with excitement, grabbing the bag at the end of Eddie's bed.
Eddie watches as you leave the room, a happy sway in your hips as you walk towards the bathroom for a quick change. He brings his attention back to the papers in front of him. There are a few dialogue sheets and many new paths for the players to go down.
The costume is a little trim around your chest as you made sure to get a size more oversized than you usually wore, just to be careful. This outfit is a witch or maybe a mage. The dark purple dress has a faux corset inside, but the cleavage gives something to the imagination, at least that is what you think. You walk out with excitement beaming through you.
Eddie doesn't hear you walk back into the room, "Tada." Eddie turns his head. You're beautiful. He hadn't realized just how much he liked when you looked natural. Your hair was down, and you had that dopey smile. But his eyes dragged down to your chest, the valley of your breasts pressed together. Eddie swallowed thickly. "What do you think?" You were hoping for a good comment, maybe a "You look great, babe." or a geek-out moment.
Instead, Eddie stared at you for a long moment, "Eddie?" You questioned. He shook his head. "Do you not like it? It is a bit tight. I mean, look at it." You say, starting to talk to yourself more than Eddie. He stops your mind sentence, "You look so pretty, baby. I wish I had thought about getting you into cosplay long ago."
Eddie's pants are already getting tight just at the thought of you as some bar wench with a tight corset around your chest that push your breasts up in such a way he would love to just lay his head down on them and fall asleep right there.
"I have another? Do you wanna?" Eddie rolled his eyes, shooing you away before saying, "Of course, now go change, princess." While you were in the bathroom changing out of the mage costume and into your next outfit, Eddie couldn't help but rub the palm of his hand down the edge of his boxers. His cock straining inside his boxers. The only thing that makes sure he doesn't get caught is the sound of the creaking floorboards.
"What about this one?" You ask him, Eddie is left speechless for the first time, and it makes you giggle. But then you don't know what's happening. He's getting up so fast that the chair nearly falls over. Standing tall over you, his eyes scan you, landing on the corset that pushes up your breasts and the bar wench. He doesn't care that you squeak out as he grabs you, placing you on the bed.
"Eddie?" You manage to get out, "Hmm." He hums against your skin, "Did you do that on purpose?" He asks as he looks into your eyes, shocks fill them, "On purpose? Why? I just went shop…" Your words get cut off by a rough kiss that has you breathless when Eddie moves away from your lips to your exposed skin.
"Eddie, will you tell me what's gotten into you?" You ask him, even if you love the feel of his lips on your skin. "I've always wanted to… god, Y/n, you look so good, baby, makes me so fuckin' hard." You whimper at Eddie's words.
"I've had so many dreams about fucking you like this, but I wanna take you first." Eddie mutters as he slips down to his knees, "Open these legs for me princ… bar wench. You dirty little slut. Do you do this for all your customers?" He asks in a different voice; you don't answer, so he flips up your costume biting your inner thigh, "NO! I don't only for you, I swear, sir." You scream; he hums against your skin and notices a growing wet patch on your panties.
"This turn you on you slut? You just want a strong man takin' control of your body?" Eddie ask. You don't get to answer him as he flattens his tongue against your panties. His lips sucking on your clit, and his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your inner thighs.
Eddie just sucks and sucks on your clit, until your legs are shaking and your toes are curled in your butterfly-printed socks. "Oh FUCK…" You scream out, grabbing anything you grab. Eddie's long locks or the bed sheets beneath your sweating body. "There you go." Eddie coaxes you through the rest of it. Peppering kisses to your hot skin.
A moment later, Eddie is back from between your legs, his head resting on your chest, your hand in his arms. "Maybe we should do that more often," Eddie comments. You giggle. "Maybe you should cosplay somethin' for me next time." He looks up at you with a severe look on his face.
"You promise?" He asks, you nod, and he nuzzles back into your breasts.
Completed on: 08/22/23
Posted on: 10/31/23
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Bestie?? Babe?? My love??
JUST WATCHED GRAY MAN AND I HAVE A VERY SPECIFIC REQUEST!!!
Alright imagine this: Lloyd Hansen is a brat tamer. BuT—he fucking loves when reader is a brat. He low key encourages it. He’s all like “yeah? Tell me how much you hate me” and teasing like “you’re so cute when you pout. So cute and so dumb, baby.” and he just sits there laughing at readers brattiness/stubbornness and then BAM!! Total flip once she crosses the line and he’s dishing out a Lloyd Hansen specially served punishment 😎
Keep up the amazing work luvie ~ ✨🐰💕🎀
YESS !! BRAT SUPPORTER AND TAMER LLOYD HANSEN !!
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen x brat!reader
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | age gap, size difference, mean daddy!lloyd, smut - minors dni, unprotected sex, mirror sex, rough sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, degradation, dumbification, spanking, choking (mhm biceps), size kink, pussy slapping, dacryphilia, gagging (on fingers), breeding kink.
𝗪/𝗖 | 883
𝗔/𝗡 | he’s so condescending, i’m in love.
˗ˏˋ𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ♡⋆* 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞
“Look at that cute fuckin’ face, you grumpy, baby?”
“S-Shut—uh!” You barely manage a grunt, the breath is knocked out of you with every rock of his hips. Your dress is half torn, the flimsy silk was paper in the older man’s hands, and now it’s just a mess of thread and straps.
In the reflection, you watch him pound into you. That familiar red flush spread down his face to his neck, disappearing under the collar of his tight shirt. His hair falls over his forehead as he groans lowly, gnawing on his lip as you clench around him. Your wetness smears down your thighs and his cock, forming a creamy ring around the thick base.
His belt jingles with every thrust, the metal is cool against your heated skin, and that burn only blooms brighter when his palm lands on your ass. “Awe, you pouting now? Wanna tell daddy what’s wrong?” Lloyd smirks, yanking you firmly against his chest, wrapping his arm around your neck. “Is it your make-up, baby? ‘Cause, it’s all ruined now that you’re cryin’ like a little dumb baby?”
At your choked moans, he flexes his bicep, filthily licking the side of your face. “So fucking good,” He rails into you, splitting your cunt apart on his girth, his heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit. “C’mon, use that pretty mouth for daddy.”
Your only response is a sob, your whole body convulsing as the fat tip rams into your sweet spot. Your knees go weak, the numbness climbing up your spine until you collapse lifeless into his chest.
Lloyd curses, “Oh, that’s the spot, huh? Dirty slut, you gonna cream for me while your dad’s downstairs? Cum all over my cock and let me pump you full, maybe I’ll even knock you up to teach you some responsibility.”
God yes, you wanted that more than anything, but you still had a party to host and you couldn’t do that with his seed dripping down your leg.
“B-But, you promised.” You gasp, tears trailing down your face, “Pull out, Lloyd, you said—”
“I said a bunch of things, I doubt you remember it all.” His bicep presses against your neck, hoisting you upright as his thrusts get rougher and further burn your knees on the carpet.
“I hate you.”
“Yeah? Keep sweet talking me, baby, and I’ll really fill you up.”
You tighten at that, if he hadn’t torn your favourite dress, you would’ve begged for his cum. “You fucking asshole. I’ll scream—” You’re cut off by the loss of air, your eyes shoot open and meet his gaze in the reflection.
His teeth are bared, sharp and shiny, like the ones of a beast preparing for a hunt. He doesn’t falter when your nails dig into his arm, “What was that?”
He chuckles when you struggle to breathe, and once he deems you’ve had enough, he loosens his hold. “Dumb little brat, can’t even speak.” Lloyd mocks, slipping his other hand between your legs to rub your clit. “Fucked too good, she can’t even think.” He releases you and you collapse onto the floor once again.
The carpet is still wet from your previous tears and drool, but you can’t bring yourself to care as he lands swats on your button. Your make-up is far beyond salvation, following the destruction of your dress, you know you won’t be returning to the party tonight. After this—after him, you won’t be walking straight for the next few days.
He’s so much bigger than you, so ravenous, you wouldn’t want him any other way.
He taps the side of your head, “mhm—yup, sounds empty.”
If you could, you’d smack him or say something that’ll knock him down a peg, but all traces of defiance are replaced by pleasure, shattering your world as you uselessly tug at the carpet.
“You’re so mean!” You whimper, reaching back to hit him but he grabs your arm and pins it behind your back. He uses the leverage to arch your back and present yourself to him, slamming balls deep into your wet cunt with enough force to jerk you closer to the mirror.
He leans down, his weight pinning you down. “And you’re a spoiled brat. Throwing a fucking tantrum because the waiters were wearing coral pink instead of peach pink? For that fit, you don’t deserve any attention tonight—you’re lucky I’m even here.”
You know that’s a lie. Lloyd wanted to come to your party, he even helped plan and cleared his schedule for the week to spend time with you, and your father, of course. Normally, you’d correct him, loving the pride that came with being right, all while he was wrong.
“Tell me how I’m being mean, baby. Mean daddies don’t even touch their girls when they misbehave—you’re a lucky one.” His big hand forcefully moves your head, and his fingers slip into your gaped mouth. You gag, saliva dribbling down your chin.
“You gonna apologize for being such a brat, pumpkin?” He slips them further down as your throat contracts, he’s trained you for this—by holding your head down on his cock and fucking your face. “No? Since you aren’t using your mouth, I’ll just keep it nice and full. Same with your pussy because I’m not pulling out.”
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Desperation | Rick Grimes
Genre: smut
Summary: After weeks of working hard, Rick hadn’t touched you, it was like neither of you could get a break, you both so desperately needed each other and you were determined to get what you wanted.
Warnings: Degrading, cussing, rough fuckin, extremely whiny reader, praise, use of good girl multiple times.
Not proofread.
It was going to happen. Today. You wanted him now and you were going to get what you wanted. Patiently, you sat on the aged couch, eyes flickering mindlessly over a page in the book you had been trying to read for hours, yet the information just wasn’t going into your head, mind caught up on something else.
The second you heard the sound of Rick entering you were quick to turn your head, eyes landing on the opening door with some kind of intensity you hadn’t yet felt before. A smile fell onto your face as you spotted the man himself, looking slightly worn, his beard slightly longer than usual, the hints of grey laced in it making your head spin. He had some dirt on his face, his blue eyes focused on something other than you. When you moved your focus to see what he was looking at you were met with his calloused, veiny hands messing with a pistol.
He shut the door behind himself with his foot as he looked up, after what felt like forever, his deep eyes looking fondly into yours, a smile appearing on his face. “Hey darlin’, how ya been?” He asked, kicking his boots off and walking over to you, he dropped the pistol on the side table and leaned over the couch to press a kiss on your forehead. He stood behind the couch and let his hands fall to cup your face softly. Looking up at him, vision lopsided you smiled.
“Good..missed you” you mumbled and took one of his hands, guiding him around the couch. He took a seat beside you, his hand falling onto your thigh instinctively, the heavy touch making your breath get stuck in your throat. His thumb rubbed gentle circles into the plush of your thigh, gently gripping the skin. He leaned back against the couch and turned his head to face you “missed you too sweetheart..today was long” he snickered lightly, tapping his hand against your thigh.
With a hum you placed your hand on top of his, squeezing it gently, trying to act as if his touch wasn’t making you want him even more. His eyes flickered over your face momentarily, before you huffed and just leaned in, pressing your lips against his. You could feel his grin into the kiss, his hands moving to your waist as yours landed around his neck, already climbing on top of him. He chuckled and mumbled a short “someone’s needy” he joked yet with a whine you mumbled back “please Rick…want you so bad” his hands seemed to tighten around your waist at your words. Little did you know, your tone did something to him he couldn’t understand.
The way your voice shook when you spoke made you feel pathetic, and the way Ricks grip squeezed you made you feel almost like a toy. He pulled back from the kiss, narrowed eyes looking into yours, seeming almost evil, dark even. His gaze made you feel small, and it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy it. His voice was husky when he spoke up, going down an octave compared to earlier.
“You that desperate? Hm, that pathetic?” He asked and suddenly your needs were met, shivering under his touch, you nodded. No man would ever have this affect on you, just rick. It was all him. He grinned when you nodded “god, such a pretty girl, so good for me” he mumbled, leaning to press a kiss to your neck, his lips chastity brushing over your collarbone. His fingers dragged over the waistband of your pants, slowly letting his fingers slip under the elastic and tug gently, pulling you closer.
Letting your head tip back, you let out a silent moan, a gasp if you would, mouth open as you let your hands fall into his hair. His teeth dragged over your skin, his head falling lower, kissing over the top of your chest, kisses growing suspiciously closer to your cleavage. His large hands let go of your pants and slowly spread over your rib cage, the feeling of his warm palms sending you into overdrive, every one of his touches, no matter how minuscule felt amazing, he would never understand how good he made you feel.
He pulled back from his kisses to lift your tank top over your head, his hands lifting you off his lap and onto the couch, laying back as he climbed on top of you, his kisses trailing down your stomach and his hands reached up to your chest, squeezing your breasts roughly, a short whimper escaping you at the feeling. One hand reached under you, back arching to help as he unclasped your bra, letting it fall off. He hummed as he looked up at you.
You knew how you must look, eyes half lidded and pupils blown wide, mouth agape as your breathe hitched and grew heavier. He smirked at you and sat up on his knees to pull his shirt over his head and your hands instantly landed on his skin, flat against his chest with a smirk. You had missed him so much. He snickered and leaned down to kiss you, lips harsh against yours. “Fucking missed you, missed your body so much” he mumbled against your lips. His words caused your hips to buck against his and he chuckled.
He reached down, tugging your pants down to your knees and letting one of his hands lay flat against your thigh, squeezing the plush. His other hand dragged over your heat over the fabric, thumb just brushing over your clit, causing you to pull away from the kiss to let out a quiet moan.
“Fuck..Rick, please”
“Tell me what you want darlin, be a good girl, cmon” he teased, just slightly pushing your underwear to the side. With a whimper you spoke up “please touch me, please just do something..fuck” you mumbled and he snickered, letting his middle finger slip between your slick, pushing inside you, thumb landing on your clit, giving in to what you wanted. A high pitched moan left your throat as your eyes shut in pleasure, his finger curling into that one specific spot, he knew so well.
He watched you in awe, his eyes flickering over your body. He fucked his finger into you with a sense of roughness, just as you felt that knot building in your stomach he pulled his finger out. As you whined and complained he just grinned, moving to unbuckle his belt and tug his jeans down his thighs. Your complaints came to a halt as you leaned towards him smirking and pulling his boxers down, wrapping your hand around his cock. He appeared to let out a shuddered groan as his eyes fluttered shut. After a few moments he gently pushed your hand away, shaking his head “don’t want to wait baby, you ready?” He asked and as you nodded he smiled, pressing a short kiss to your lips.
He softly pushed you back against the couch and lined himself up with your heat, hands landing on your thighs. He slowly pushed into you, as you let out a long whine, mind hazy as the pleasure overtook you. A low “fuck” left his mouth as he began slow movements. He looked at you, seeing your face of approval he got tougher, his pace quickening as he fully pulled out and pushed in over and over again.
After a few moments it was as if he was pounding into you, his fingertips digging into the skin of your thigh as both of you were physically moved back and forth with each thrust. Loud moans escaped you as strains of curse words fell out of his mouth. The occasional “fucking good girl” and “so fucking tight” leaving his mouth.
As soon as you felt the knot building up in your stomach you were gasping for air, hands fumbling and tugging on his hair as your back arched in pleasure, head against the couch cushion. He groaned in complete ecstasy and by the sudden change in his thrusts you could tell he was growing close. As your thighs clamped against him, longer, drawn out moans left your mouth, him finding a way to hit that spot. One of his hands moved to rub harsh circles into your clit as his groans grew louder and deeper.
“Fuck..that’s it” he mumbled under his breath, eyes watching you closely as he reached his high, fucking into your orgasm. As both of you came undone, he let his head fall into your neck, his very last thrusts more sporadic as he panted into your skin. Out of breathe, your hands found his back, gently smoothing over the skin as he rubbed the places on your thighs he had been previously bruising.
With a light chuckle, he lifted his head to look at you “that was the best sex we’ve had…like ever” he pecked your lips. Smirking, you agreed. Yet, in realisation, you cringed, everyone probably heard.
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Stepbro!eddie installment #9
Warnings: stepcest, smut, choking
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Recently, you haven’t been able to see Eddie much. You were busy with school, and he was really focused on his band and music. You still saw each other in the mornings and late at night when he’d get home at 3am and you’d be sitting there, awake, waiting for him, but it didn’t feel like enough.
Living with him has made you become incredibly used to his presence to the point where it affects you when he’s not here. You were attached to him pretty badly, and you truly had no idea you were until now. He was like a drug, something you needed. Something that brought an instant wave of relief and happiness with just merely breathing in his scent.
That’s why you’re back in his room tonight. You really didn’t want to be, and didn’t want to think about how long it’s probably been since he’s washed any of his bedding. But you had to, it was the next thing closest to being together. All that mattered was that it smelled like him. So you turned in for the night, not expecting him home.
Tonight, they had a show at some shitty dive bar in the next town over and then drinking after that. You were happy for him, but also sad, as you lay there almost completely cocooned in his comforter and face pressed deep into his pillow.
The pillow smelled like his shampoo, as if he was just here with you, it was strong. You breathed it in and cuddled up, closing your eyes and drifting to sleep, excited to at least get to see him tomorrow. The promise of that helped you fall asleep, because the sooner you sleep, the sooner tomorrow comes and the sooner you see him.
You don’t hear the bedroom door open. You slept peacefully, somewhere in a far away dream land. You stir awake, though, when you hear Eddie setting a bunch of shit down along with the heavy steps of his boots. You turn over to look at the source of the noise, a little alarmed.
“Hey princess, what’re ya doing in my room?” He asks, quietly, and his whispering tone made you wonder just what time it was. You knew it couldn’t already be the next morning. 2:29am, read the alarm clock on his bedside table.
“Missed you.” You reply simply, rubbing sleep from your eyes.
“You’re just the sweetest fuckin’ thing, you know that?”
He sits down on the bed once his shoes are off and you lift up to lean over and cuddle into him.
“C’mere.” You mumble.
“Alright, one second.”
He takes off his jacket and vest, then his shirt and climbs into the bed beside you. You instantly cling to him, wrapping your arms around his torso tight, making him lightly chuckle.
“I didn’t think you were coming back tonight.” You tell him, still a little confused from being woken up in the middle of the night.
“Well, you wanna know a secret?” He asks.
“Hmm?”
He leans over to whisper into your ear. “I missed you too.”
With that, you grabbed his face in your hands, one on each cheek, and pulled him to yours. Effectively igniting a warm kiss that made you feel whole again, he does the same, bringing his hand to your face to stroke your cheek with his rough thumb.
“Really?” You pull away slightly to ask.
“Did I really miss you? Of course I did.” He reassures.
You press your body against his and move your hand to run your fingers through his frizzy curls. He accepts this, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you impossibly closer.
You loved the feeling of the body-on-body contact, and he really did too. His hands wander, then, to your ass where he squeezes firmly and you gasp at the groping. He just smiles into the kiss, finding it amusing how responsive you were to his touch. Soon, you roll over onto your back while he hovers above your body, hands beside your head.
He takes one hand, running his thumb across your bottom lip and then down to your chin where he encouraged you to let you mouth fall open. It does, and you make eye contact with him in the dim room as he spits down into your mouth.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He ruts against you, practically dry humping you, and you rush to remove the barriers on your end. You push your pajama pants and black panties down your legs and your t shirt up your chest and exposing your tits. Ready for whatever he’s willing to give you, like a slut but just for him.
A long string of expletives leave his mouth when he looks down at you, your soft skin glimmering in the moonlight and your body so beautiful. Sitting back on his heels, he roams his hand across the expanse of your warm stomach and then your chest.
He takes gentle, careful handfuls of your breasts, really truly feeling them. You find his hands with yours and squeeze them harder, encouraging him to be rougher with his groping, and he definitely didn’t mind doing that.
“Choke me, please, eds.” You whimper just loud enough for him to hear you.
“Jesus, princess, you want it rough tonight huh?”
“Mhm.” You nod, pleadingly.
“Your wish is my command. Fuck, uh- let me do this first.” He begins the process of taking his pants off, fumbling with his belt buckle. He decides he doesn’t have any more time to waste, so he pushes them down his thighs slightly, just enough to free himself, and crawls on top of you. He doesn’t even have to feel you, he knows you’re wet. Regardless, he dips his tip in to the entrance of your pussy, not penetrating but merely collecting fluids.
“Please.” You can’t wait much longer either.
“Fuck, right.” He remembers.
His dominant hand finds your throat, squeezing hard which caused you to let out a moan that sounded like more of a squeak. Breathless. While you desperately try to moan out around his big pale hand on your neck, he starts to rock himself into you and finds a steady pace quickly.
“Oh my god.” You whisper, starting to see stars in your vision.
“Yeah?” He asks smugly, face inches away from yours, hot breath against your lips.
“Yeah.” You moan back, feeding his ego but you didn’t care in that moment.
“God, this pussy’s so perfect. Tell me who it belongs to, who it was made for to fuck it.”
“You, Eddie, it’s yours. Fuck, take it.”
“Shit.” He comments quietly to himself, your submissiveness making him feel high. His grip loosens, but remains, he just starts to put all of his energy into fucking you. He thrusts hard, repeatedly, feeling like he’s hitting your cervix with each one. It was so good you lost all inhibitions and started crying out and mewling at the feeling of him sliding out of your tight hole only to slam back in over and over.
“Shh, stop. Here.”
He releases your neck, and his thumb meets your lip again, pulling down to encourage it to open for him. You thought maybe it was more spit, but before you could open your mouth all the way to take it, his pointer and middle finger are shoved into it.
You take this as his way of shutting you up, and it works. You suck on his fingers desperately, still moaning around them every now and them but trying to be a little quieter. He looks at your face while you lick and suck his fingers with fucked out eyes glassy and looking back up at him.
“So pretty.”
You could hardly breathe, releasing his fingers from your lips so you could get some more air. He uses the wet digits to run over your hard and sensitive nipple before massaging your tit roughly in his palm. The sound of wetness fills the air and you come to realize just how close you are to cumming all over him, trying to give him a warning but not quite making it.
“I’m gonna- fuck, I’m gonna-“ you tried hard to get the words out but he was relentless, not stopping or faltering for a second. Your hands find his back, and you drag your nails down it starting at his shoulder blades while you came hard. You missed him so much, needed this so much.
You had never scratched him so hard, you were afraid you hurt him but he actually liked it, enough to cum not too long after you. You feel him filling you up, and he lazily and sloppily thrusts while riding out his high and fucking the cum back up into you.
You let go of the right hold you had on him, which was pulling his chest down to be flush against yours, and he fell to the space on the bed beside you. You watch from your peripheral vision, his chest rising and falling quickly with every breath he took.
He finally looks over at you, and you both give each other goofy, sweet smiles. He grabs one side of your face and pulls it toward him, placing a big wet kiss on your forehead.
“Yuck.” You giggle, wiping it away.
“You love it.”
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hold your breath
you take steve to see eddie and corroded coffin at a little hole in the wall venue, just the two of you, and you find yourselves getting lost in the music…and each other • *18+ | ( 2.2k, smut, fingering in public, tiny bits of fluff, established relationship, steve x you, steve x reader )
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“Here?” your breath hitched as you felt your back meet the rough brick behind you, Steve’s arm bracketing you in, a hand holding tight to your hip.
*“Mmm, main act’s on now–” he pressed kisses to your jaw, “–no one’s coming out here–” kisses along your neck, “–got at least a couple songs–” one heated, lingering kiss dragged against the hollow behind your ear, “–plenty of time.”
Your hands pressed into his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, and you grinned as he caught your lips between his. “Okay, hot shot. You’re on the clock,” letting go with one hand you carded it through his hair, tugging just a little at the end and Steve loosed a low groan.
“So impatient,” he teased, tone rougher than before. Brushing his nose against your neck he silently asked for more access and you granted it, hair catching on on the wall behind you as you tilted your head back.
You don’t remember how exactly you’d wound up round back of the Tin Bucket. Eddie had told you both earlier in the week that Corroded Coffin landed a gig there on Friday night and that he had a few extra tickets. It was obviously an emphatic yes from the two of you to the tickets and an immediate scowl from Robin when Steve asked her to cover his shift.
“Oh, just shut up already, Harrington.”
“But I didn’t even say anything!”
“You don’t have to. Your stupid, big, brown eyes say enough.”
“What are you–”
“I’ll cover your dumb shift. So you can ‘go out’ or whatever,” Robin looped her fingers around ‘go out’ and rolled her eyes so hard she swore they’d fall out the back of her head, but then Steve was grinning at her. One of those, thank you I love you I owe you, grins and she’d caved.
“Seriously, whatever you want. Wash your car, take the kids to the arcade, write Vickie a sweet little love lett–”
“Don’t push it,” she leveled him with a look and he put up his hands in surrender, but the grin was still plastered on his lips. Robin couldn’t help a small smile and let out an exasperated sigh, “You’re a menace, Harrington.”
“Thank you, you’re the best!” his voice edged on sing-songy as he shoved out into the hot summer air, leaving Robin behind in the air conditioning.
“He’s the fuckin’ worst. I dunno how you convinced me, Buckley. The worst,” Keith breathed, mouth open. “You better have those returns put away by the time I’m done with this,” he waved a sub sandwich at her on the way to the break room and Robin made a mental note that Steve owed her at least times-three for this one.
Corroded Coffin wasn’t the headliner, but damn if Eddie and the boys didn’t pack that room full. There were tons of kids from Hawkins high, a mixture of groups, and you were surprised to see that even Chrissy and some of her cheerleader friends had shown up. The bartenders were carding people, but so many people were ordering beer for friends that it didn’t even matter.
The closing song came to an end and the crowd exploded, you could barely hear Eddie over the sound, “You’ve all been incredible! Thank you so much, we’re Corroded Coffin, we love you!” He threw a fist in the air to more screaming and cheers before exiting stage left and you grinned up at Steve.
“Shit, that was really good,” he said, looking down at you, his brows lifted in bewilderment.
“Well, yeah. It’s Eddie, of course it was good,” you shot back, poking your fingers into his ribs as he laughed and swatted your hand away.
“Alright, alright,” he chided, then grabbed your hand. “It’s hotter than hell in here. Wanna get some air?” thumbing over his shoulder you couldn’t say no as the lights from the stage caught his eyes. All burnt caramel and warm honey, pupils blown from the beer and your shared pre-show joint. When you nodded yes he threaded you both through the thick crowd of people and out a side door that said ‘Exit Only’ above it in flickering fluorescent red.
When the door shut behind you it cut the sound in half, but you could hear the beginnings of the headliners warming up, all electric riffs and clangy high-hat slams. The Indiana sky was painted all deep purples and inky blues, sun still clinging onto the edge of the horizon, and the air was warm and thick and smelled like summer.
Steve let out a sigh and stretched his arms over his head, shirt lifting to expose just a silver of his back and you felt your stomach flip over. Dating for almost a year and the sight of him still made you feel electric. Like everything was new and yours and when he turned back around you felt the air between you crackle.
“What?” he asked, watching you stare at him, lips tugging up into a lopsided grin.
“Nothing."
You were a bad liar and he caught it, grin growing, the look on his face making you pull your lower lip in between your teeth.
“Enjoying the fresh air?” slowly walking toward you he tried for a casual, unassuming tone, but you could hear the smugness underneath it all. Fixing him with a look, you returned his grin.
“Well you’re certainly full of it,” you shot back teasingly as one of his hands reached for purchase on your hip, tugging you close to him. His other hand combed through your hair, easing a few stray locks behind your ear, and you felt your skin warm under his thumb as it brushed over your cheek.
“Yeah? I think you like it,” he half-whispered, knowing just how to wind you up, how to tease out that look in your eye, and you hooked your fingers into his belt loops to pull him into you all rough.
“You’re impossible,” lifting a hand you ran your thumb over his bottom lip, soft and pink, before leaning up to catch it between yours.
He tasted like beer and spearmint gum and you could feel him grinning against you. His voice was notched lower and full of heat, “What’re you lookin’ for, princess?”
“What’re you offering?” you felt your heart fluttering in your chest at the idea of two of you doing anything out here in the dark.
“Could think of a few things,” and with that he backed you up, attached to you at the mouth, pulling soft, sweet sounds from your lips.
“Here?” your breath hitched as you felt your back meet the rough brick behind you, Steve’s arm bracketing you in, a hand holding tight to your hip.
“Mmm, main act’s on now–” he pressed kisses to your jaw, “–no one’s coming out here–” kisses along your neck, “–got at least a couple songs–” one heated, lingering kiss dragged against the hollow behind your ear, “–plenty of time.”
Your hands pressed into his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, and you grinned as he caught your lips between his. “Okay, hot shot. You’re on the clock,” letting go with one hand you carded it through his hair, tugging just a little at the end and Steve loosed a low groan.
“So impatient,” he teased, tone rougher than before. Brushing his nose against your neck he silently asked for more access and you granted it, hair catching on on the wall behind you as you tilted your head back.
The stone of the building was hot under your exposed skin, still warm from the sun, and as Steve pressed himself against you, you thought you might melt away. He was kissing every bit of you that he could, hands wandering over the curves and dips of your body, fingers playing at the hem of your dress and god you wanted more.
“We can stop if you want, just tell me,” he cut his words with kisses as he pulled a little moan from your lips, pausing just long enough to catch your eyes, wanting to make sure you were okay.
“No, don’t,” your tone held just enough weight that he didn’t need to be told again and the look in your eyes, dark and needy, drove him to dip down and drag his lips along your collarbone and bare shoulders.
You and Steve had done this plenty of times before at parties, on the loungers next to his pool, both of your bedrooms had certainly seen enough, but this was different. The thought of getting caught flickered in your chest, but it pushed you to keep going, a thrill you were both chasing.
He slipped a hand up over your dress, fingertips tracing over the thin fabric, and you took his hand in yours to push it over the top of your breast. “Steve,” you murmured, head still leaning against the wall, lashes heavy on your cheeks and he brought his mouth back to yours.
“Tell me, babe, what d’you want?"
“You. Want you,” you took a handful of your dress, rucking it up your legs, and then dragged his hand down your body, letting go when you reached your thighs.
“Christ,” Steve loosed a groan. He ran his thumb across the lace of your panties, against the soft cotton of the fabric and down the dip between your legs to feel just how wet you were. Another, softer groan fell from his lips, his brows knitting together, and when he pressed his lips to your ear he sounded wrecked, “Baby.”
At the press of his fingers you moaned, louder this time, and he huffed a laugh.
“Sweetheart, you have to be quiet, we can just go to the car–”
“No, no. I’ll be quiet,” you promised, hips tilting into him, keening for him. He hummed at your reply, a soft okay, and gently pulled the soft lilac cotton of your panties to the side to slip a finger into you.
You promised you’d be quiet, but god he made it hard. Biting down on the inside of your cheek you sucked in a breath, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. Be quiet. Be quiet.
“You okay?” his hand slipped easy in your slick, in and out in and out, his voice rough and low as the feeling of him crept through you like a slow burning fire.
“Steve,” you whined and he took the hint, adding another finger and fanning the small ember in your chest into flames. Your hand took hold of his jaw and tugged his lips rough against yours, swallowing anything else he’d wanted to say.
It was hot and dirty, and he sped up his rhythm, dropping his thumb down to drag heavy circles over your clit. You moaned into him, tongue licking along his bottom lip and he opened to you, deepening the kiss. The coil in your stomach tightened as he helped you to chase your high, fingers curled in against you just how you liked it.
“So good, you’re so good,” Steve’s mouth was still pressed into yours as he said your name, reverent like a prayer, praises falling from his lips into yours over and over.
“Oh, oh shit, Steve, s–so close,” you both were breathing heavy, lungs gasping in the heat of summer and firecrackers and all the galaxies in the sky above you, and Steve wanted nothing else in the entire world but you.
“C’mon, sweetheart, come for me. So pretty, so damn beautiful.”
His words wrapped around you, sweet and saccharine, golden like honey and something inside you snapped. Your hips bucked into his hand, squeezing around him, leaping over the edge as wave after wave after wave of climax washed over your body like the sea and Steve was your anchor, your lifeline, your way back down.
As he slowed you felt your legs wobble under you and you gasped as he pulled his hand away to wrap both arms around your waist. “Whoa, I got you, y’okay?” he half laughed as he steadied you both, your forehead dipping forward to rest on his chest as you felt a laugh of your own come out in a huff.
“’Okay’, the worst review ever of what just happened,” looping your arms around his neck for a better hold, you looked up into his eyes. “Every time, you get me every time,” you said shaking your head and he gave you the absolute most smug grin of all time and ran his tongue along his lips.
“Oh yeah? Every time, huh? Didn't get caught either. How am I doin’ on the clock?” he wiggled his brows at you and you tugged a hand down to flick at his arm.
The music had just started inside, shifting quickly from warm ups to set list, and you both realized at the same time that he more than satisfied the ask. He shot you an I told you so look and you groaned.
“It was dumb luck we didn't get caught," you quipped, but a smile was playing on your lips. "And fine. Great. Fabulous on the clock,” you relented with a half-hearted eye roll as he pressed a kiss to your temple, grinning against you. But then his hands were moving to gently pull your dress back down and his face was dangerously close to yours again and your breath caught in your throat, all teasing swept away with the breeze.
“...Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we please get outta here?”
“Yep. Yes. Absolutely.”
And you’re not sure who made it to the car first, but Steve probably should’ve gotten a ticket for speeding home.
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