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changetyre · 9 months

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Our Special Number II LN4 Ⓢ Ⓦ

Request: Dom Lando Norris (not toxic, just demanding and respectful, a real gentleman) with sub Italian reader, a very long, hot spanking punishment for the reader because of her rebel/bad attitude in their previous fight/discussion (jealous Lando), a lot of dirty talk and teasing, "Yes, Sir", "Please, Sir" "Who do you belong to, princess?" "I am yours, Sir" "Good girl, a very good girl", begging, fingering, eating out (female receiving), overstimulating, pleasing, bend over the kitchen table rough sex, wrists tied using the belt. After sex soft/gentle Lando.

Warnings: ***Smut 18+*** A/N: Not proofread

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It all started with a ridiculous stupid fight. Lando was stressed from all the pressure of the season, trying to get good results, better results than he was now getting annoyed at the fact that his teammate was almost doing better than him after only a few months in the car.

He'd taken it out on you, short-fused as he already was he had come home to an empty house, you had been out with some friends for breakfast and lost track of time, and trying to drive home during traffic you got home later than you intended.

You got home and Lando was in a pissy mood not even saying hello to you or looking at you when you approached him at the kitchen counter where he was having some food he'd ordered despite the fact you'd left him some food in the fridge.

"Lando?" You called your boyfriend who was acting like a child.

He dropped his fork annoyed. "What?" He finally looked up at you his expression bare.

"Can you please stop being rude and talk to me I said I was sorry I didn't mean to get home this late." You tried to be patient with him since you were aware his anxiety and stress got the best of him at times and he found it hard to control his moods when this happened.

"I don't want to talk." He replied in a monotone voice as he picked up his fork and food and went to lock himself in his sim room.

You huffed deciding to give him space as you cleaned up the kitchen and tried to distract yourself from the anger that wanted to creep in from the fact that your boyfriend hadn't even touched you after 2 weeks away.

You were putting away the dishes when your phone buzzed. You picked it up and saw a text from Max.

Max V: I tried texting Lando but he's not answering

Max V: Kelly, Martin, me and a few others are going out to the club tonight wanna come?

You: He's in a mood

You: But I'll be there

You didn't hesitate to reply as you knew either Lando would snap out of his mood and join you at the club or you could piss him off as he stayed to mope while you were at the club and he'd snap out of it after, it was a win-win in your eyes.

You walked to your bedroom to get ready, getting into your more skimpy attire hoping this would be enough to at least get your boyfriend's attention.

"Where are you going?" You tried to hide your smirk at hearing your boyfriend's surprised tone at the bedroom door.

"Out with Max, Martin, Kelly, and some others." You replied not bothering to turn to face him as you continued putting on your heels on the living room couch.

"You can't go, not wearing that if I'm not going. Why didn't you tell me?" He started approaching you but you got up and walked to the kitchen where your purse waited for you on the counter.

"Hmm, I thought you didn't want to talk." You shrugged still not turning to face him.

"You're not going baby." His tone was more demanding this time sending shivers down your spine.

You finally got up grabbed your purse and turned to face him. "I am, and I'm sure Martin will take care of me." You teased knowing this would hit a nerve as before you started dating Lando Martin had tried asking you out.

Your breath hitched as Lando wrapped a hand around the curve of your back pressing you against him while with his other hand, he began sliding his palm up your body until he wrapped it around your throat putting slight pressure.

"You want my attention, hm?" He whispered in your ear as he licked a stripe from your neck up to your ear before biting your lobe softly.

Your breath shuddered. And this was enough to get you weak in his arms, always willing to submit under his control. "Yes." Your voice was shaky.

"Yes, what baby?" He aggressively kissed your neck knowing he was leaving marks and his other hand squeezed your ass hard and his fingers explored the slit between your cheeks.

"Yes Sir." You dropped your purse as your hands came to hold onto him. Any plans you had of going out and getting back at him were clearly out the window now as you felt the warmth pool between your legs.

"Good girl." He whispered now his mouth finding yours as he kissed you slopily, dominantly shoving his tongue in your mouth. He cupped your cheeks getting you to open your mouth before spitting and getting you to swallow.

"Please, Sir." You begged Lando to touch you, to do anything to relieve some of the painful aches that had enveloped your body.

"Look at my pretty girl begging after she tried to get back at me." He picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist before he placed you on the kitchen counter. Your body filled with goosebumps at feeling the cold contrast on the bare skin of your ass. "Who do you belong to Princess, huh?" He settled between your legs.

"Lando please." You begged weakly again as he began kissing your chest, pulling the fabric aside you could feel his breath on your hard nipple.

"Answer me" He pulled away teasing you.

"You. I'm yours, Sir." You could almost cry from the desperation in your body.

"mhmm." Lando moaned happily with your answer as he finally licked your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it.

You sighed finding a small ounce of relief from this but it didn't last long. You felt Lando grab your hands which were tangled in his curls and pulled them behind your back.

You didn't know when or how but he had removed his belt and he was now using it to tie your wrists behind your back. "I need to teach you a lesson, my sweet girl." he smiled as he noticed your surprised face.

Once your wrists were secured, Lando picked you up again getting you off the counter before turning you around and bending you over. You could feel the warm spot where you previously sat on your nipples.

"What a beautiful dress baby...just for me." He stroked your ass over top of the small fabric that covered it.

"Just for me right baby?" He asked his tone serious once more.

You felt a warm sting on your ass as Lando's hand had struck down on it.

"Yes Sir, just for you." Your breath was shaky.

"That's right pretty girl just for me." He slapped your ass again making you jump on his lap.

He moved the fabric aside, your ass in clear view only a small piece of lingerie between him and what he really wanted now. He smiled at the wetness he could see seep through the string.

"Can Martin make you this wet? huh?" you moaned at feeling Lando's fingers press against your core roughly and hearing his jealous tone.

"No Sir, only you." You cried, you needed him so desperately.

Another slap.

"Count them out for me baby." He instructed you before landing another slap to your ass.

"1." You whimpered feeling the sting at ease.

Smack.

"2." It felt so painfully good.

And another.

"3." It was almost over which you were glad about but you also never wanted this to end.

"Our special number baby." Slap. Lando said as he smacked your cheeks.

"4." You sighed in satisfaction at the last slap.

"Good Girl, very good girl." he didn't hesitate to pull the tiny fabric aside and didn't give you a warning before he pushed his fingers inside of you.

Lando's hand stayed firm on your back while he fingered you keeping you in place as you squirmed under his touch, he curled, twisted, and turned his fingers in any direction he desired.

He didn't have to finger you for long before you'd reached your first orgasm squirting over his fingers.

"How gorgeous," he smirked pleased with the results licking his fingers clean before finally allowing you to turn around picking you up and getting you up on the counter again.

In one swift move, Lando untied the belt releasing your hands before pushing you as you now laid back onto the counter.

It happened so fast you could only scream in pleasure as Lando's mouth now attacked your pussy. He shoved his tongue in your pussy showing no mercy as he tried to get you to reach your second orgasm in record time.

Your legs were shaking and your fingers came to grip Lando's curls once more as you screamed in pleasure, your body was on fire and you were so close but it felt like so much you both pushed and pulled Lando's head away and towards you.

And it only took a few seconds before you were cumming on Lando's tongue again.

He pulled away and you saw the wetness around his mouth which he didn't bother to wipe before he was stripping his pants off.

"Please..." You cried but you weren't sure what you were begging for, you wanted more but it didn't seem physically possible as you'd turned to putty on the kitchen counter, your limbs feeling heavier than they ever had.

"Our special number baby," Lando smirked as he hooked his arms under your legs pulling your legs right at the edge of the counter before entering you quickly and roughly.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you almost choked on your own spit as Lando began to pound into you mercilessly, you cried in pleasure feeling Lando's length spread you open and hearing his hips slap your ass in quick succession.

"Augh please....please." You cried gripping his wrist tightly but again you had no idea what you were begging for.

Lando loved the way you looked so fucked out, overstimulated, your mascara running, your tits bouncing with every thrust. He'd never fucked you out like this but in addition to the stress the thought of having you walk around showing so much of your skin that was only meant for him had driven him crazy and he was taking it out on you.

Your mind was in a daze and you had no idea how long he'd fucked you for before you had squirted around his cock but he didn't stop there.

"Lan pleasee....I can't-" You whimpered trying to push his hands away but your limbs were so weak it was futile.

Just like the beginning, it was painfully good, something you'd never felt before just feeling like you couldn't carry on but knowing you needed to come undone again.

"Just one more baby, one more." Lando sighed as he kept fucking into you chasing his own high.

He was close and he wanted you to cum with him as he began flicking your clit with his hand.

You squirmed on the counter shaking and shuddering under his touch and it felt like an explosion in your body once you'd reached your high once more.

Your skin felt extremely sensitive as you could feel Lando spilling into you. He pulled out with made your pussy twitch around his dick almost as if clawing at it to stay inside.

"Well done baby," Lando whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

He disappeared for a few seconds before he was back beside you wiping you clean with a clean and fresh kitchen towel which you knew you'd have to replace later.

He helped you sit up letting your weight fall onto him as he lifted up a glass of water to your lips. You finished it in only a few gulps.

"Thank you." You whispered hugging Lando and tucking your head into his neck.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough baby. I love you." Lando kissed your cheek.

"I love you too...and It's okay, I liked it." You giggled. "But I don't think I'll be able to walk for a few hours.

It was Lando's turn to giggle this time. "Let me take care of you, baby." Lando picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around him once more as he walked you both to the shower placing soft kisses on your cheek and hair throughout.

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 one shot #f1 fic #f1 scenario #f1 request #smut #lando norris #lando norris smut #lando norris fic #lando norris x reader #dom lando #dom lando norris #changetyre

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laiiaaa · 9 months

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grocery trips with Carmen are so special to me. u don't understand.

When he lived alone he rarely bothered to make dignified trips—this much you knew, because the first time you were over his old apartment you had to ask if he ate anything in his time off. All he had was a sad loaf of bread, some condiments, chips, and a few cans of soda. But now that you’re living together, in a new place with a new fridge and a new kitchen, he takes it very seriously.

He keeps a handwritten list so he doesn’t forget anything, he has a steadfast route he follows every time, and he leads the way while you push the cart and trail behind. Definitely gets caught in his own world looking at produce, but keeps a hand tethered to the end of the cart just to make sure you’re still there. Mumbles to himself about how the fuckers keep hiking up the prices for stuff that’s in season, and if you ask him what he said, he’ll just tell you, “It’s nothin’, baby” and go right back to talking to himself with a furrowed brow.

He’s exceedingly particular about how he arranges the cart, stares at it for a few seconds when he adds a few things just to make sure everything computes. But every time, he looks back at you with a half smile before moving a few steps closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead, or your cheek, or your temple, as his hand rubs affectionately on your shoulder. He can’t get enough of the way you trail behind him, arms leaning against the cart’s handle as you chat about your plans for the week, or the hot goss at work, or anything else that piques your interest. He just wants to listen to what’s on your mind while he ticks off products on his list.

A bittt of a control freak, too. Not in the sense that he won’t let you do anything or pick up a snack you want, just that he has to work it into his route first. Doesn’t like it when you wander off to grab something right away and he honestly gets insecure about it, starts thinking he’s boring you or taking too long or that he’s being too hard on you.

“It took me ten seconds, Carm, it was just in the next aisle.”

“No, no, I know that, I just, um…” He nods his head persistently, hands on his hips and eyes downcast—that classic look he gets when he’s thinking too hard about something. “Y’know, if—you don’t have to come, if you don’t want to…y’know I can—” Stumbling for the way to word the thoughts he can’t fully wrap his head around himself. "If you don't like it—"

“Hey—” You wait for him to meet your eyes, and when he does, you soften. Stepping close to him, you pry one of his hands away and instead tangle it with yours. “C'mon, I love doing this with you, y’know?”

He lets out a careful breath, and his chest relaxes at your tenderness.

“I want to be here, just following you around. I just wanna spend time with you, okay Bear?”

He pauses, has to swallow what you say before he can respond. “Yeah,” he nods, “Okay.”

“Good.”

When you press a kiss to his cheek, he gives one right back to you, keeps it sweet and brief as a soft smile curls at the corners of his mouth, chest warm and calm before getting back to business.

Does not, under any circumstances, let you pay. Won't let you open your purse. Doesn’t want you lifting even a finger to line up items on the conveyor belt. No, not that bag of chips you snagged, either. If you start helping he’ll nudge you away from the cart and take your spot, or just take whatever you’re holding out of your hands while shooting you a look.

“I got it, baby.”

“But I wanna help.”

“Uh-uh, I’m takin’ care of it—”

“I can lift a bag of apples—”

He raises his brows again and cocks his head to the side, making you freeze. “Just lemme do it for us, aight?”

You huff but concede anyway. “Fine.”

Yet another kiss to your temple, and he’s pulling out his wallet to grab his card. “Thank you, baby.”

After that it’s borderline criminal for you to even think about helping. He pushes the cart to the car, loads the bags in the trunk, drives home, carries the groceries up to the apartment, stocks everything where it belongs. Kisses you sporadically along the way, maybe lets himself get distracted when you pull him back for more. Just maybe.

He takes care of it—all of it—for you, because you being with him makes him more content than he’s ever been, and ever thought he could be. He's so in awe of you that nothing feels like quite enough to express it.

#he's also def the type to be a stickler for reusable bags #my sustainable lil cutie #will also insist on cooking for you right after #that man does not REST when it comes to his girl #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #jeremy allen white #carmy berzatto fluff #the bear #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear season 2

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rusmii · 5 months

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hihi srry for bothering u erm, any racer!chuuya hcs or racer!dazai hcs?

thank u for ur time

MY PRIZE MY WOMAN - n. chuuya, d. osamu

fem!reader x racer!chuuya + racer!dazai hcs in scenario format

[✦🏁]. . . quack. decided to have a go at this format again.... [chuuya is a socal street racer, dazai is a norcal professional racer]

[cws]. . . dazais is a little longer than chuuyas bc i got carried away 💀, chuuya has this noticeable heavy accent, dazai is engaged to reader and proposes to reader on their anniversary, use of profanity, MENTIONED: betting money/humans (chuuyas), lying/manipulation/gaslighting/doxxing (this is all dazai), police getting involved in chuuyas part, illegal street racing in chuuyas part (street racing is illegal in cali that's why)

.001 — CHUUYA

"LOOK IT'S CHUUYA!!!"

as the crowd cheers as loud as it can; mainly women who show up at the crack of dusk just to watch street racer!chuuya zoom down the street, far ahead of everyone else. no one knows how he does it, how he modified his car to be the exact thing most other racers fear — what seems like a regular modified car, physically a carbon copy of how the others look, is a baby that can tap the gas at extreming speeds.

when street racer!chuuya lines his car up with his opponents, he gives them a smile. no, not a smirk, a smile; mockingly knowing the deep-rooted anxiety it gives them. "give it your best shot, yeah?" is what he always tells them — questioning their retaliated aggression whenever they spit back at him, anger seething through their grit.

"damn look at that speed!"

as soon as shots are fired, street racer!chuuya's car is already down the street within seconds - more than a few miles ahead than his opponents. his baby curving sharp turns perfectly — watching in his rear view mirror how some people almost crash into bridges and buildings as they fail to slow down in time for the next sharp turn — their rage turning into his high; windows open, laughs as loud as the quake when chuuya's car races back around to the line for another lap.

street racer!chuuya who smirks at everyone's dumbfounded reaction when he crosses the line first as soon as he completes his second lap, some behind him and others not even close to finishing their first lap — giving you a wink when his car pulls up in front of you as he whistles, beckoning for you to come in.

"who the hell is that?"

"you don't know? that's his girl - [name]! they always drift together! it's an absolute must for chuuya!"

not even bothered by the stares of envy, you crouched down into his car - the door slamming behind you as your boyfriend walks to the driver's side. "buckle up, we're goin' in circles dolly," street racer!chuuya warns, opting to lean over and grab the belt himself, the metal clicking in place. shifting the gear selector, chuuya rolls his car back to make room for the other cars — everyone in their own circle, some cars already starting up 'n ready to go.

"yo, nakahara! wanna bet? you win, you get how much ever ya' want - we win, we get your girl. deal?"

"that's fine. just don't cry when you lose everythin' ."

now in drive move, engine revved, you sitting next to him - the perfect scenario; perfect motivator for him to put in everything's he's got into this competition. he couldn't lose, not with you on the line. "hold on tight doll, we're goin' fast tonight," street racer!chuuya squeezes your thigh one last time before focusing his attention back on the road — giving a subtle smirk to said man who was sticking his tongue out at you. "sweetheart yer' comin' home with me tonight!" he yells at you through the window, rolling it back up as soon as the gun goes up.

the guy cursed to hell and back, chuuya leaning against the door of his car as he waited for him to drive in from the line. "chu, you didn't have to do him dirty like that," you laugh, legs crossed on the hood of his car. "couldn't have my girl thinkin' i wouldn't put in my all — betting on the line doesn't matter — as long as it's you, i'd forever sacrifice my everything f'you," street racer!chuuya grins like a lovesick fool, his one and only being able to soften his rough exterior no matter where they're at.

when worst comes to prevail, street racer!chuuya is by no means weak. gladly fighting men, women, and kicking children out of the lots if they were messing with you. with no hesitation, he cranks his arm, getting ready to throw a punch towards the man's face. "who's sweetheart you takin' tonight? 'cause it's certainly not mine."

"shit it's the police!"

"make a fuckin' run for it everyone!!"

ah - if there was one thing that street racer!chuuya absolutely loved about the freedom of the streets, were its laws and how he breaks every single one of them. pressing on the gas, he grips the wheel, eyeing for a clearing entrance from the hundreds of scattered crazies — junkies, methies, regular people or not — they were in his way and if he needed to, he'd run them over just to get you outta there safe.

"buckled up? great - now let's get you outta here safe, darlin'," street racer!chuuya winks and taps his baby, the cars ignition getting ready to blast off as soon as he finds a clearing.

.002 — DAZAI

"and over here in the blue car, number #17 — WE HAVE, OSAMU DAZAI!!!"

as number #17 revs its engine, the black tint barely concealing his identity — professional racer!dazai tuts at the sound of light. announcing to the host to hurry its introducing and start the race already. with the signal ready, dazai grips his wheel - staring at you as a good luck omen before setting off once he heard the go.

in the relay, cars have no boundaries — beating the metal til the other explodes out of weakness. too bad explosions weren't as common as they were uncommon, professional racer!dazai did love a little chaos and fire that went off behind him as he crossed the line first in their final lap.

clashing and crashing weren't just his favorite pass times in the lobby, though. what really made professional racer!dazai's day were the checks he earned whenever he won the race; bitter and sour expression being thrown his way as he pretends to pay no mind, secretly eating up every single reaction and hatred that consumes the losers of the relay — a sadistic play, other racers like to say. well, whatever they say, goes out from one ear to another as he's paid extra to participate in special racing relays.

"we have contacted a very special guest to participate in today's race!! GUESS WHO??!"

when professional racer!dazai's car drives into the last lane, everyone is cheering and shouting; the racers banging their heads somewhere in their cars as they cursed whatever devil set them up to be racing against the osamu dazai — said devil himself grinning from ear to ear, eerily creepy as he gave them a thumbs up. "good luck! don't die before me!" he laughs one last time, sending shivers down their spines.

"no way! he cheated!! there's no way he could have won! this ain't the streets - this shit is the real deal! where us real racers race for the - !!"

"i'll take that as a compliment, thank you very much! but might i correct that i do not cheat, you are simply just too weak to be in this profession."

professional racer!dazai who's smile does not falter when he is being degraded and insulted, any indication on his face not being shown through his well trained composure. when people call bullshit, dazai calls doxxing them and everyone they love to make them retract their claims and accusations — all in the guise of an innocent facade as he plays dumb to the rumored 'dazai''s cheating curse'.

"ah! - this note from our extremely talented winner says, 'this win is dedicated to my beloved [name]!' ".

"[name]? isn't that the name of his fiance?"

"as the announcer had just said, this win, as so all my other wins - belongs to my very beautiful love, [name] dazai!" a gasp escapes from the audience, what? the, fuuuck..? since when did you guys finally tie the knot? "oh! - you guys might be wondering when we got married, but it was actually a lie! we're just friends!!! - OWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" professional racer!dazai yells in pain when the sharp end of a shoe is thrown at his head.

"we're not married yet, but we're still engaged YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!" you scream angrily, sticking your ring finger up high and proud as the crowd gasps again. getting ready to leave, a hand grabs ahold of you, twisting you back around to face your fiance. when you were about to scream at them, they pointed to the ground, "please uh - hear your about to be husband out first..?"

"my beautiful [name], will you marry me?"

finally, professional racer!dazai who was the one behind this entire race competition. all the racers, the audience, the hosts — he orchestrated it all in order to plan for this very moment; pulling strings after strings to be able to pull it off. at the same time, the racers cars pull up, all curving on the dirt outside of the relay — in the form of letters as they drift to complete a full sentence, 'Marry Me [Name]!!!'.

mouth slacked open, you stare in disbelief, walking down the bleachers that the group around you have cleared. and there, you see - your fiance - about to be husband, holding keys as a very special car pulled around him. "happy anniversary [name]," professional racer!dazai smiles softly when he sees your excited expression. "Holy shit! holy shit! holy shit! holy shit!!!" you jump, running up to dazai and bear hugging him. "exact model and color huh?" dazai laughs, handing you the keys as you nod, "perfect!" — the perfect car you've been longing for since you first laid eyes on it.

belongs to @churuai DONT STEAL >:(((

taglist (free to join!): @luvan1 @bfdazai @asqmi @squigglewigglewoo @liviash @doonifox @ishqani

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#[˚₊‧꒰ა🩰] — runi #professional racer!dazai #street racer!chuuya #idk how i feel abt this one #idk if i like it or not #erm.. i have another racer hcs for yall if you didnt like this one either😞#erm cali boys yasss #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuya x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #[☆] — anon

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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 6 months

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Badge Bunny

Gator Tillman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Getting pulled over by one of Stark Counties finest turns into anything but a routine traffic stop.

Word count: 3.3K

18+ MDNI! Go on, get!

Warnings: Porn with a smidge of plot. Allusion to cheating (but not really!). Degradation. Oral (male receiving). Throat fucking. Spitting. Choking. Breeding kink. Size kink. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it!). Creampie.

Note: Thank you @starksbabie for keeping me motivated and constantly feeding the already rampant Gator thots! This one is for you you bb!

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Making your way down the familiar stretch of highway you weren't paying attention to any of your surroundings, only looking forward to getting home after a long night.

Headlights cutting through the dark, deserted fields on either side of the small 2 lane road. Nothing went on this time of night.

You hadn't noticed passing the familiar truck parked a little off the road in the gravel alcove.

Humming along with the radio lost in your own little world the sudden bright blue lights behind you hit your eyes from the reflection in the rearview.

“Shit,” you hissed, but wasted no time pulling over on the shoulder, rolling down the window as you came to a stop.

You watched through the side mirror. He slowly exits his truck as if he had all the time in the world. Adjusting his pants and belt before making his way toward you.

You noted he was missing his vest and usual hat. Black shirt tight across his chest and abdomen. His thigh holster was exactly where it always was, an accessory he was almost never without.

He sidled up to the window. Leaning down, so he could see your face.

“Evening, license and registration.” You couldn't roll your eyes any harder.

“Gator, I really need to get home. What's your problem this time?”

“Hey now, that's no way to speak to a deputy.” He tapped the badge strapped to his hip. Black gloves still adorn his hands. Pity. He did have nice hands.

“Sorry officer, where are my manners? What seems to be the problem tonight?” You put on your best innocent sounding voice, biting your lip as you looked up to him.

“Well, looks like you were going over the speed limit. Wanna step out of the vehicle for me?” his hard ass attitude on full display.

“Gator, seriously?” You deadpanned and rolled your eyes, but he didn't budge staring down his nose at you, maintaining his authoritative demeanor.

“Come on…out.” Patting the side of the door for emphasis.

Quickly realizing it was no use, huffing as he stepped back to make room for you to exit the car.

He whistles low. Appraising your bare legs in the skirt you wore for work. Waitressing at the local bar has its perks. Nice tips for a little skin.

It didn't help that your tits were pushed up practically spilling out of your top. The only sensible part of your outfit was the converse sneakers to battle any fatigue from running around all night.

“And where are you off to dressed like that? Your boyfriend let ya’ out of the house like this?” His eyes drifting down and back up.

Closing the door, and leaning against the side of the car he inches closer as he spoke. Looking up at him from under your lashes growing more unamused by the second.

“My boyfriend doesn't mind at all, especially when I bring home nice tips. We both know if anyone in this town looks at me wrong he'd kill’m.”

“Is that so pretty girl? Well, he's not here is he?” Making a show to look around at the deserted surroundings, smirking back at you. “Go ahead and turn around for me.”

You scoff. “Gator, is this absolutely necessary? I may have been going 5 over the limit.”

“Afraid so. Have t’make sure you don't have any weapons. Hands on the side of the vehicle. Go ahead.” Nodding toward the car.

You huff again but finally relent. Turning around slowly, placing your hands palm down; you'd been through this before, you knew the routine.

He stalked his way up to you. Anticipation already prickling your skin. Your panties growing damp.

His chest close enough to your back that you could feel the heat radiating from him even through your shirt.

His lips ghosted the shell of your ear when he spoke.

“If that boyfriend isn't going to put you in your place I guess I'll have to. And the way you've been sassing me, little girl, I've got my hands full t’night.”

He pulled back, removing his gloves one by one, throwing them in front of you on the top of the hood.

Placing his hands on your hips, he moved his thigh close behind you as he kicked your feet apart.

“Gator, come on. I don't have time for this tonight.”

He didn't say anything, instead lifting his hands higher on your body. Resting on your breasts, squeezing slightly, as your breath hitched.

He smirked to himself. Slowly dropping his hands down your body. Across your stomach. Down your hips. Traveling the expanse of your thighs to the bottom of your skirt. He paused, pinky grazing the bare skin there that sent goosebumps across your flesh.

He dropped past your skirt. Drawing a hand up your inner thigh as you shuddered.

Up, up, up slowly.

His finger grazed the now sopping fabric. You bit back a moan, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as he pressed slightly into your folds, pushing harder when he reached your clit.

“Haven't even fuckin’ touched you and you're soaked. Fuck” he hissed as he moved back up to your hips, quickly turning you easily to face him.

Your hands landing on his chest to keep you steady. He pinched your chin between his thumb and fingers to force you to look up at him.

“Get on your knees.” he ordered.

You easily complied. Hands sliding down his body for purchase as you slid. Your knees hit the asphalt. Wincing as its harsh terrain dug into your knees.

“Good girl.” the words going straight to your core.

As always a glutton for punishment and adoring any praise he would send your way.

Your mouth was salivating at the thought of tasting him. Without being told you popped the button on his pants, slowly sliding the zipper down.

“Fuck, look at you. Can't wait to get my cock in your mouth, huh? Been thinking about it all day?”

He could be a mouthy bastard but God was he right.

You licked your lips at the already prominent tent in his boxers. Pants falling just below his bulge that you palmed. He hissed, throwing his head back at the sudden contact.

Your fingers grazed the band of his underwear pulling it just a bit, just to let it go as it snapped back into place. His head turned back down to you. Eyes blown full of lust, irises no longer on display.

“Go on. It's not gonna suck itself.” He nodded, urging you to keep going.

Your hands pull down his boxers, exposing him fully to you. Cock springing free, teasingly so. The size of him never ceased to amaze you. He easily was the biggest you'd ever had the pleasure of handling and the cocky bastard knows it.

Long and thick. Tip flushed the prettiest shade of pink with a small bead of precum just beginning to spill from his slit.

You timidly placed your hand around the base as if you hadn't done it dozens of times before. He was hot and heavy in your palm.

“Mmmmmm…. Fuck.” He sounded as if he was ready to combust on the spot.

Wasting no time, you licked a long stripe up the entire underside of his shaft from base to tip as you heard him let out a low moan. He braced himself, placing his hands where yours had been planted moments before on the side of your car.

You wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue just the way he liked, eliciting a whine from him.

“Good fucking girl.” He groaned. “Been thinking about this mouth and throat all fucking day.”

You continued teasing the tip letting your hand pump his neglected shaft. You finally sank down, tip nudging the back of your throat.

“Mmmmmm… Goddamn.”

You pulled off of him with a loud pop.

“Better not let your daddy hear that Gator.” You smirked to yourself. “Taking the Lord's name in vain. Especially while your dick is getting sucked.” You tsked.

He weaved his fingers through your hair and gripped the back of your head, forcing you back to look at him. You winced at the sudden sting.

“Still fucking sassing me? My cock not enough to shut you up?” He gave you no time to respond.

“Open.”

You obediently obliged, sticking your tongue out and flattening it to accommodate him, letting your eyes fall shut.

Instead of his cock, spit hits the back of your throat. A look of shock passes your features as you look up at him under hooded eyes before a shy smile adorns your face.

“Fucking whore. Swallow.” He practically growled.

You close your lips and obey, a low hum of satisfaction escaping you as you swallow thickly.

Watching your little display intently, he pumped his length a few times with his free hand, before gripping the base tapping your already swollen lips.

Your lips part as his tip beaches the heat of your awaiting mouth. He quickly feeds you as much of his cock that you can manage.

He doesn't give you time to adjust as he plunges deep, hitting the back of your throat. You try to breathe through your nose, letting him use you as he pleases.

He steadies the hold on your head as he licks his lips.

“That's it. Good fucking girl. Take it. I know you can.”

You allow him to fuck your throat. You knew it would be sore in the morning from the relentless punches over and over.

Your eyes were watering from the abuse, mascara running down your cheeks. You can feel saliva running down your chin.

You knew how you must look but he was looking down at you as if you were the most beautiful site he's ever seen.

You timidly moved your hand up, reaching the edge of his boxers forcing them down even further. You wrapped your hand around his velvety sack weight heavy in your palm before tugging slightly.

“Oh fuck.” His hips snapped, bucking into you even further as you gagged around his cock.

He stopped suddenly, sliding his length from you. String of saliva momentarily connecting from your lips to his tip.

“Get up and get in the back of the truck.”

“But…” you were going to argue but the look in his eye told you he was done playing.

“Now.”

You quickly shuffled to your feet as he half covered himself to follow behind you.

He knew this late at night, there wasn't any chance of someone coming by spotting the two of you in such compromising positions but just to be on the safe side he reached into your car to kill the ignition.

He did the same with his. Bright blues fading into darkness. Undoing and removing his holster placing it in the front seat, so it wouldn't get in the way for what he intended to do next.

You opened the back door and slid yourself up into the cab. Legs dangling in the open doorway awaiting his next instruction.

He came into view, slowly slotting himself in-between your thighs. Your skirt riding up to expose more of yourself. The way your damp panties were sticking to your folds, suddenly made you grateful for the dim light.

His hands came to rest on the top of your thighs, squeezing. Thumbs rubbing soothingly in contrast to the way he looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Lay back and take those panties off f’me.”

You rucked your skirt up higher above your hips putting your clothed core on full display for him. They were his favorite. Pink and lacy with a little white bow on the top, just like a little present all for him.

He palmed himself, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he sucked in a sharp breath.

There were no formalities when seeing him like this. It was hot and needy. Quick and dirty.

You raised your hips, sliding your underwear down your thighs. When you made it past your knees, he slid them the rest of the way. Fingertips grazing your skin on the way down. You didn't miss the way he tucked them away for safekeeping in his pocket.

You parted your legs as far as they would go with the limited space.

“Look at you. Who's got you like this huh? Some trash at the bar make you this wet?”

You shook your head. “No baby, it's you. Always you.”

You place your fingers through his belt loops, dragging him a little closer.

“Greedy little whore tonight.” He laughs out, grinning at your eagerness. “Pull your shirt up and take those tits out.”

You do as you're told, pulling it up far enough to put your matching bra on display.

“You wear this hoping someone would see? Huh? Such a fuckin' little whore.”

He can see your already pert nipples through the transparent fabric. He cups both breasts before pulling the fabric down fully exposing you. Not wanting to take the time to properly undress you, latching his mouth to one laving his hot tongue across your bud before taking it between his teeth biting down slightly as you moan and arch into him.

His hand gave attention to the other, his large palm nearly covering the entirety of you before switching to do the same, so neither were neglected.

“Fuck, these tits are so perfect. And all mine.”

He nipped the skin, slowly moving down your sternum with hot opened mouth kisses as he finally sat back up. The cool air hitting the moisture left behind sending a small shiver through you.

His fingers began to trail the inside of your thigh, inching closer to the spot you yearn for him the most. A whine escapes you as he watches you squirm beneath him.

He runs his finger up your slit, lips slightly parting as he grazes your bundle of nerves that has your hips bucking on their own accord.

He slips a finger into your entrance with ease at how soaked you are.

“Of fuck,” your head lolls to the side.

“Jesus, this pussy always this needy?”

You just nodded as he removed his finger, making you whine, bringing it to his parted lips, sucking with an obnoxious slurp.

“Jesus, you always taste so fucking sweet.”

Growing impatient, you watch as he finally takes his aching cock back out from its confinements. Now an angry shade of red dons the tip, leaking another pearly bead from his slit. He was even harder than before if that was even possible.

He runs his tip through your folds, catching your clit. That had your back arching, gasping into the sensation.

“Yeah, that's it.”

He lined himself up with your entrance, breaching slightly. Nothing ever prepared you for the size, always a stretch no matter how many times he had fucked you.

It was something he relished in each time you were together. Knowing that no one else could fill you up like he could.

He pushed in. Slowly, inch by inch. Your mouth falling open. Toes curling in your shoes.

Once he reached the hilt, he quickly pulled out and snapped his hips back into yours. Punching the air from your lungs eliciting a moan so loud you were sure someone the next county over could hear.

“God you're so tight. I missed this pussy.” His face tightened with pleasure, mouth falling slack at the feeling of your walls practically strangling his cock.

There was no preamble as he sets a near brutal pace, fingers tight around your hips holding you in place sure to leave bruises in their wake. Punching little uh, uh, uhs from you with each upward thrust.

“That's it. That's fucking it. Who's pussy is this huh?” He growled down at you.

Too dazed to realize he had asked you a question, already cock drunk, he stopped mid thrust grabbing your jaw forcing you to look up at him, applying so much pressure your lips formed a small pout.

“I asked you a fucking question. Who's pussy is this?” He loosened his grip so you could answer as he began to piston his hips once more.

“Yours. It's…mmmm… fuck, all yours Gator.” you managed to squeak out as he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing lazy circles into the bundle of nerves.

He moved his other hand, tightening it around your throat, pinning you there as your own hands grasped his wrist and forearm.

He pounded into your sopping cunt. Eyes trained to where the two of you connected, watching as his fat cock moves in and out. Enamored with the way you took him so well.

His hard length ramming into that spot within you that only he could ever seem to find, over and over, as his assault on your clit never ceased.

He knew that look, your eyes closing in anticipation of tipping over the edge.

“Yeah? That it sweet thing? You gonna cum all over my dick?”

“Ahhhh,” is all you could respond. He loosened the grip on your throat slightly. He wanted to hear the noises he could pull from you.

“Come on, my little badge bunny, cum f’me. I want to feel her grip me.”

He removed his hand entirely, bending down close to your ear, breath hot on your neck. He braced himself trying not to completely crush you beneath him.

“Be a good girl and cum. I'll give her what she really wants. Fill her up nice so everyone knows who this pussy belongs to. Make your belly all full and round. Everyone in this fuckin' town’ll know who you belong to. You want that? I know you do.”

His mouth was good for one thing and the filthy words falling from his lips was all it took.

Your orgasm hit hard, the sparks behind your eyes were blinding. You didn't have time to warn him as your pussy clamped down pulsing around him, trying to milk him.

You found purchase gripping his shoulders, screaming his name as you came. Just the way he likes.

He stopped toying with your clit to chase his own release. He wasn't far behind you, his thrusts becoming erratic.

He spilled into you with a loud groan and a string of words, coming out so fast you barely understood, “fuck iloveyou ilovethispussy gonnafuckin’knockyouup fuck fuck fuck.”

He continued a few more thrusts into your already overstimulated pussy before finally stilling.

He practically collapses on top of you. Face planted in between your neck and shoulder, he stays like for a few moments until he's breathing normally again.

He raised up, looking for any signs of distress from you.

“Sorry, you ok?” A sweeter tone to his voice, as he kissed your cheek.

“M’fine. You okay baby? Roy being a dick today?” You cooed, hand to his cheek, thumb rubbing soothingly there.

He saved these late night rendezvous for days he had a particularly hard day at work.

His usually slick backed hair was falling into his face, as he nodded. “Yeah, but I'm better now. Ready to get home?”

“Ready when you are, big boy.” You smiled deeply at him as his lips met yours.

It was a slow, needy kiss. His slightly chapped, wind bitten lips melted into yours as you pulled him closer. The tenderness a stark contrast to the way he fucked you moments before.

He pulled back, landing one more peck before raising up and letting himself slip from you. You winced, already missing the way he filled you.

He helped you into your panties muttering “don't want any of that going anywhere.” As you rolled your eyes. Thank God for birth control.

He took your hand and helped you from the truck, kissing your temple.

“See ya’ at home sweet thing.” Smacking your ass as you walked ahead of him to your car.

Yeah, Gator may have been a lot of things. A jerk, asshole, sometimes misogynist (which he was working on, thanks to you) but he only had eyes for you. His sweet girl.

And you were right about one thing. If anyone else dared to look at you the wrong way he'd kill’m. God help the poor soul who got on the wrong side of your man on a bad day.

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oneforthemunny · 21 days

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omg cowboy!eddie when one of those buckle bunnies come back for more and try to flirt with eddie right in front of sweet girl

ooh love this!!! so this is kinda set after the first encounter and fight they had (check the blurb masterlist if you're interested in reading!) and kinda like a follow up fluff blurb about later <3

"There you are." You grinned, greeting Eddie when he finally came out of the small tent. The winner's circle, he'd called it, where he collected his obnoxious belt buckle of a prize and his winning cash.

"Hi, baby." Eddie was shuffling a little slower that usual, stride a little slumped despite his win. He was doing competitions less and less now, getting older and bronco riding was taking more of a toll than usual.

He greeted you with a kiss, sweet but swift, your arm sliding around his waist. "Lemme see it." You grinned, looking over at the shining, studded belt buckle in Eddie's hands.

"Ooh," You giggled. "Nice and shiny. Winner, winner, chicken dinner, hm?"

Eddie snorted in laughter. "Where'd you hear that from?"

"Someone in the stands said it." You shrugged, giggling. "I thought it was funny. Thought you might like that."

Eddie pressed a kiss to your head, shrugging his saddle up further on his back. "I don't think I want chicken tonight." Eddie sighed heavily. "Think I want a steak. You feelin' like goin' out?"

"Are you?" You looked at him carefully, brow raised in suspect. "We can order room service if you're tired."

"Nah, I just need to shower and change. Get outta these boots." Eddie shook his head. "I'll get a second win. 'Sides, I promised you a night out."

You grinned, leaning into his side. "Where should we go? Oh, should we-"

"Congratulations, cowboy." A purring voice came from beside you.

You turned, seeing a girl stepping towards Eddie with a sultry sway of her hips. She was wearing a cowboy hat, one that looked cheap, fashioned with a pair of cutoffs that looked more like underwear, plaid shirt tied around her lacy, push up bra that you could see peeking out. A very stark contrast to the sundress you had one.

"You stayed on a pretty long time." She grinned wickedly, lashes batting at Eddie. "I can stay on a long time too. You wanna see?"

Your hand curled around Eddie's waist, pulling him closer to you, possessively. Your eyes narrowed into slits, jaw set, ready to go off on her.

Eddie didn't even turn towards her, not even blinking in her direction. "Where'd you wanna go?" He hummed, moving to look at you sweetly, continuing his stride towards the car, heavy boots on the dirt path kicking up a small puff with each step.

You watched as the girl's face fell, shock replacing her once proud smirk. It was your turn to grin, smug and triumphant as you leaned into Eddie's side, one last glare thrown at her before you turned back.

"What a fucking bitch." You muttered to Eddie, huffing in annoyance.

"Don't pay them any mind." Eddie shook his head. "They're a dime-a-dozen around these things. Another fuckin' reason I'm ready to call it quits." He grumbled.

"Let's not worry 'bout that." Eddie cut off your retort. "Tell me where you wanna go, baby. I'll take you wherever you want."

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tihgnari · 11 months

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ꕤ 50. i think i ruined your PJs (ღ)

tw: none! :') / wc: 1.7k

you stare at your phonescreen, watching it vibrate on the kitchen counter. your hands sweat, and your heart races, as you hesitate to answer his call, contemplating about what to say.

a door slams and thoma appears in front of you in an instant. paper bags of fast food left on the dining table. "what are you doing?" he says, eyeing the phone before staring back at you. "answer it al—"

the phone stops ringing, ayato's caller ID disappears, and it returns to your lock screen. the panic you feel is indescribable, and you defeatedly think of calling him back and saying sorry for being unable to answer his call the first time.

ayaka lets out a pained groan. "you both are absolutely impossible! why didn't you answer it?!"

"i was nervous! i don't know what to say—"

"just answer it already!" thoma exclaims with a frustrated expression similar to ayaka's.

you wanted to pull your hair. why can't you just woman up and answer it?! you grab your phone off the counter, irritated at yourself, as you snap back at thoma.

"well, i can't anymore. it stopped ringing!"

as if on cue, the phone lights up, vibrating in your hands as your heart drops once again at the sight of ayato's caller ID. thoma audibly gasps and hurriedly rounds the kitchen counter to grab your shoulders. "answer it! now!"

"alright!" you push his hands away before clearing your throat, trying to level your voice so he won't find out that you were 100% freaking out at his sudden call.

"hello?" you speak into the phone. after a few seconds, when no one answers, you hesitantly say. "…ayato?"

no one is speaking on the other end, you can't even detect faint breathing. you pull the phone away from your ear, checking to see if the call is still ongoing, and the increasing seconds displayed on your lock screen confirm that it is. why isn't he speaking? should i not have answered?

faintly, you hear thoma and ayaka's enthusiastic "what's he saying?" behind you, but you stay silent, waiting for him. you open your mouth, wanting to address the person on the other line once again, when—

"hey."

his voice sounds defeated as if he's been crying for hours. you knew he wasn't in a good state right now from the voice alone.

your cheeks heat up, and you grip the phone harder. "hey," you answer stupidly, dazed and running on autopilot as you space out. every fiber and molecule of your being on edge as you give ayato your full attention.

you bite your lips, wanting to say a certain something to him after going weeks and weeks of not speaking to him. however, you held yourself back.

"i was thinking," ayato starts. "maybe you'd like to talk? you know… about everything?"

a small smile appears on your face, and you unconsciously nod even if he won't see you.

"i'd love to."

—

"are you really sure you guys don't wanna come up with me?" you ask ayaka, who sits behind the wheel in her white lexus and thoma in the back seat. you three are at the parking lot of the hotel ayato told you where he was staying.

he initially asked where you were so he could come to you, but after thorough persuasion, he relented on you going to him instead.

ayaka takes off her seat belt. "we're sure. he only asked to see you."

"just update us about how he's been. we'll wait for you here." thoma says.

you nod, stepping out of the car and walking toward the elevator. you met eyes with a woman at the front desk. she bows to you, a customer-service smile on her face, as she approaches you. ayato says he'd ring the front desk, so you can just come straight to his suite. the woman follows you to the elevator and taps the key card into a scanner before pressing a certain floor. whether or not she recognizes you, she doesn't say nor make it noticeable as she turns her heel back to the front desk.

you chew on your bottom lip, emotions running at an all-time high. you don't even notice the popping sensation in your ears as the floors get higher, your mind preoccupied with what you'll say to him, how you'll act. after all, the last proper conversation you had with him was back at their hospital's VIP room—which is weeks ago, give or take, and it did not even end well.

the elevator dings! and the doors open, sealing your fate.

there were only three rooms on this floor, and ayato instructed you to make two lefts to get to his room at the end of the hallway. the carpet is spotless, and your dirty white sneakers look so out of place as you make your way to his suite. just as you raise your hand to ring the doorbell, the door swings open, and there stands before you in all his glory—

"ayato," you say, dumbstruck. you don't notice how he is in mismatched silk pajamas, nor how a few of his hair stands on weird angles; you see his already pale skin that looks paler than usual and the bags under his tired eyes.

"yn—hey," he says, just as dazed as you. as if he can't believe you're actually standing before him right now. "uhm, come in."

the first thing you see is the thick white curtains hiding the floor-to-ceiling windows, blocking out the skies' magnificent orange and yellow hues as the sun has begun to set. the suite looked much like any other hotel room, only it looked fancier and more luxurious with its white marble accents paired with wooden furniture. the living room is well-lit, and from where you're standing, the sliding door to the bedroom is open, allowing you a slight peak.

you see a leather bag open on the lamp desk, chargers, and other necessities placed haphazardly around it. one of his carry-on is sprawled open on the floor behind the bed, while the rest is zipped shut at the far corner of the room, looking untouched.

"so—"

"yn—"

you both speak at the same time. he meets your eyes sheepishly, letting out a small laugh, a hand rubbing the nape of his neck sheepishly. "ladies first," he insists, and you don't argue.

"when did you fly back? seems to me you've been here for a few days now," you say, looking around. "i thought for sure you were still in another country."

"oh, i flew back a day after the wedding."

you nodded understandingly.

silence surrounds you both until ayato breaks it.

"would you like anything to drink or eat? i can order room service."

you smile, "a glass of water would be fine."

"alright, take a seat."

so you settle yourself on the plush sofa as he disappears in the kitchen for a few minutes before coming back to place your water on the low coffee table. you expected him to sit nearer to you, however he sits on the sofa across from you, and a frown tugs at your lips until you remember he's just being cautious. you guys did end on a bad note…

when your eyes meet, he shoots you a small smile as he nods. giving you the opportunity to speak first.

"well, i wanna start by saying i'm sorry," you interlace your fingers together on your lap. "for deceiving you. you definitely did not deserve that, i just got so scared—that i'd lose ayaka, and what your reaction would be if you found out… which you did, still."

ayato hums. "i understand your point, with ayaka. however i'm still quite hurt with our dates, as i did put my utmost time and effort into them," a solemn tone takes over his voice, and you can feel your heart breaking. "i would've accepted a proper rejection. i know how to respect a woman's decision."

"no." you answer in a heartbeat. "look, i know sabotaging our dates can possibly come off as me not reciprocating your feelings but that was just me making bad decisions."

ayato blinks, dumb founded. it takes time for him to properly start speaking. "i'm afraid i'm not following…?"

you sigh, not really knowing what to say—well, technically, you knew what to say, you just didn't know how.

well, might as well bite the bullet and blurt it out.

"i like you, ayato. i like you so much, even if i know i don't deserve you. because… because…" you didn't know you were crying, attention focused on the man in front of you to even notice the wetness of your cheeks.

your throat feels clogged up, and you choke on your words, unable to carry their weight. "i know how much i hurt you. i lied to you and didn't even stop to think about what you could've felt, i completely disregarded your efforts, and i was selfish. so i get it, when you told… told me that you shouldn't have liked me because i wouldn't… wouldn't like someone like me either —"

his scent engulfs you whole as he pulls you into an embrace. you feel a slight tremble in his hands as he firmly holds onto you, almost as if making it a confirmation if you truly were in between his arms. you break down in front of someone for the first time in weeks, your mind playing flashbacks of how you had to stifle your crying in the bathroom so ayaka won't hear.

it was as if a dam broke, and you couldn't stop your tears from cascading down your cheeks. you didn't know what you were crying about — you can't exactly pinpoint if it was because of this concrete fear of nearly losing ayato, of the harsh criticisms of the public, or you were just so overjoyed to be in his arms without having to worry about anyone or anything.

despite all the snot and tears you're probably getting on his expensive pajamas, ayato holds you tight, gently rocking you back and forth because he knew, he just knew, that his silent presence can comfort you more than his words at that exact moment.

after you have calmed down, resorting to small sniffles every now and then, did you decide to pull away. not completely, just enough to meet his gentle eyes. he smiles, tilting his head. "do you feel better?"

you nod slightly, shame suddenly washing over you.

"i'm sorry, i think i ruined your PJs."

"oh, these?" he shrugs his shoulder, laughing. "i have ten more sets of these, and you can cry on each and every single one of them if you want to."

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — the end lol jk

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1800jjbarnes · 1 year

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𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

【Synopsis】 : Rule number one, do not tease your super soldier boyfriend. Rule number two, break rule number one.

『Word count』 : 2.21k

Paring: Bucky x Female!Reader

[Warnings] : Mild choking, thigh grabbing, tension, sir kink, dom/sub dynamic, pet names, slapping, oral (both receiving), fingering, use of the colour system, mentions of safe word, vague mention of subspace, crying kink, Buck calls you a slut once. Bukcy's a pleasure dom with hints of sadistic tendencies cause why not.

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First, it was light touches. Then it was a whisper here and there. You meant good, well if good meant you wanted to be fucked so hard you see stars then praise you as an angel. Bucky knew what you were doing, after teasing you for the month he was on a recon mission, sending dirty text and suggestive photos or the late-night phone calls ending in you being hot and bothered, he knew you would end up doing the same. When he got back you didn't touch him for the whole day he returned. But the following day all you did was give him small hints of your neediness.

Training ended and let's say he regretted bringing you with to see his friends at the compound. You seduced him to bring you along and he knew what would happen if he did but your doe eyes melted his heart. You sat in his car as he started to drive home. He was hot and tense from practice and your teasing made it extra hard to focus. His hand was firmly on your thigh as he drove. It was silent, making you shiver in anticipation. Daring yourself, you move your hand onto his thigh, slowly drawing it closer to his crotch. A small grunt let out through his nose as his grips on the steering wheel and your thigh tightened.

"Don't." That was the only thing he said, making it clear he was near done with your silly game. You however weren't, so you continued, softly palming his growing hard-on.

"Y/n I said don't." His voice was like gravel, low and dark.

"Come on...." You cooed leaning over so you could reach his ear, "...I wanna make you feel good, sir."

That's it!

He took a sharp turn, putting both hands on the wheel before speeding down the back road getting to your house within a second. He got out of the car slamming his door, heading inside without you. Guilt settled in. Did you take it too far? But he teased you? So you had the right to do it back...right? You got out of the car, taking the keys out he felt in the ignition, locking the doors before entering the house.

It was quiet. Only a few lights were turned on. Just enough to see where you were going. You got to the bedroom door, it was half-opened.

"James?..." You whispered, walking in. You didn't even see him, but suddenly, you felt his metal hand around your throat, being pushed back against the door, closing it with your body.

"You still want to be a brat?" He growl, loosening his grip on your throat so you can answer him, but all you did was whimper, shaking your head no.

"Words!" He was stern, unbuttoning your pants while he was waiting for an answer. But you answered wrong.

"P-please..." You cried. He dropped his hand from your throat, picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

"Wrong. Do you still want to be a brat?" He asked again, standing against the bed while you lay watching him undo his belt.

"No..." you whisper.

"No, who?" He asked, dropping his belt on the floor before stripping himself of his shirt.

"No, sir...." You replied. He smirks, satisfied with your response, grabbing your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. He pulls at your clothing, helping you out of everything, throwing it somewhere in the room. He kissed your ankle, then your calf, then up to your thigh, biting the soft squishy flesh. You shivered, whimpering as his hot breath grazes over your entrance. He blows softly, making your hips thrust upwards, in hopes to retch him. Your actions made him chuckle darkly.

"What's red?" He asks, sitting up, kissing your stomach.

"Stop..." You claw the sheets. He leans down next to you, kissing up to your bare chest.

"Yellow?" He grazes his fingers over your silt, his tongue swirling over your nipple.

"Slow down.." You gasp as his finger pushes lightly on your clit.

"And Green?" He smirks, placing kisses on your neck.

"Go, please, James!" You cry out, making Bucky drive a finger inside you, pumping in and out at a steady pace. You lean to your side, clawing his bicep. He sucks sharply on your neck, making a bright mark as he adds another finger inside of you. Picking up his pace, you begin to shake at the feeling of pleasure.

"Sir, please, more..." You cry out, making Bucky sit up, detaching himself from you entirely.

"More? Oh baby, this is a punishment..." He leans down to your ear, "And what I say goes." He gets up, removing his pants, motioning for you to get on the flood. You obey, sitting on your knees on the soft white fluffy carpet that was made into a heart shape, sitting at the foot of your bed. Wonder why that's there?

"Open up," He grabs himself at the base of his cock, stroking lightly. You open your mouth wide, letting him guide his cock along your tongue. You bob your head, placing your hands on his thighs. HE picks your hair up making a ponytail for him to hold. He gives a testing thrust, making you gag lightly, but you soon focus your breathing through your nose, letting him take charge.

"Hmm fuck baby," He praises, making you hum in response. Even though he was in charge, he would never want to physically hurt you, or inflict pain unless you wanted it. So he kept his pace steady, making sure to focus on your body language. You keep humming, sending vibrations down his shaft as he feels close to coming.

"Fuck, this is supposed to be a punishment, but it sounds like you're enjoying sucking my cock, what a slut." He growled, the name made a fire burn in your stomach. You hummed in response, digging your nails into his thighs as you feel your legs begin to sting from sitting in the same position for too long, but god you were still loving every minute of pleasing him.

"Shit..." He suddenly pulled out, afraid he'd bust then and there. Pulling you up by your hair, not too hard, but hard enough to grant him a groan from you, he locks his lips on yours, pushing you both back into the bed. He kisses down your neck towards your tummy. His lips ghost over every part of your hot flesh.

He settles in between your legs, his face mere inches from where you need him most. Blowing cool air on your exposed slit, you groan at his teasing.

"You better stay as still as possible if you want to come, that is." He chuckles, spreading your lips before diving in. He sucks sharply on your bud, making you gasp out in a cry. Your hands fly for his hair, but he stops you.

"Put those hands behind your back. Now." He says sternly.

"But I want to—I said now." He interrupted you, making you obey. Arching your back, you move arms to place your hands under before laying back down, successfully trapping them.

"Good girl." He praises, lowering his face to continue his work. Flatting his tongue, he licks your entrance, making you squirm. His large hand pushes on your pelvis, trying to hold you down. He gently pushes a finger inside you while kitten licking your clit. You feel like you want to explode, crying out his name over and over...

"S-sir please let me cum..." You asked, tears forming on the corner of your eyes. You squirm involuntarily, feeling your sense go into overdrive.

"My baby sounds so cute when she begs." He smirks, his middle finger sitting in your hole before pushing another finger in. Trusting his fingers in and out at a ridiculous harsh pace, the most dirtiest sounds echo through the bedroom. The knot in your stomach building and building until...

"Bucky!!"

It snaps, feeling a wave of release. Feeling yourself coming down from the high, your body erupts in sensitivity but doesn't slow down, continuing his fast pace.

"Sir!- Please.. too much." You whimper out, trying to push away from him, but he keeps his hold on you.

"But you said you wanted to cum baby? So that's what I'm doing." He smiles at the most sadistic smile, watching your face scrunch up with pain and pleasure. You came two more times before he was willing to stop. Finally pulling his soaked fingers out of you.

"Say ahh." He smirks, tapping your bottom lip with his wet fingers. You open them, sucking his fingers clean. Once you were done, he pulled them out with a pop, getting you to turn over, laying on your stomach with your ass in the air.

"Colour baby?" He asked rubbing the soft flesh of your cheeks.

"Green..." You sigh out, feeling your cloudy vision and weak mind stir at his touches. A harsh slap sends whimpers spilling from your mouth. He rubbed the red area on your ass before he landed another harsh slap, again and again.

"Sir..p-please." You had no idea why you were begging, but that was all your brain could think of. He grew soft in the moment, grazing his fingertips over the razed flesh. Even though you said green, his mind wonders if it was. But then again, he knew you would say something if anything felt wrong.

"You okay, gorgeous?" He cooed behind you, lining himself up to your entrance. You nod, head stuck in a pillow, staining it with wet and used make-up.

"Yes, sir..." You sigh, feeling him finally ease into you at a painfully slow pace.

"Please, sir...no..no teasing." You babbled, clinging to the sheets, turning your knuckles white.

"I thought this was still a punishment baby, now stay still," He reminded you, drawing his hips back before very, very slow pushing back in. You could feel every movement, ever slow and steady thrust. Every fibre in your being was on fire. Muscles growing sore from tension, trying your best to stay still as he asked.

"Sir, please, I'm sorry, please, go faster, please, I need you." You cracked, finally apologizing for your misbehaviour. Your eyes swelled up with tears, repeating sorry over and over. Bucky smiled sadistically, gripping either side of your hips before slamming into you at full speed.

You cried, yelled out, feeling him thrust in and out at a deep and fast pace. Picking you up, he wraps his arm around your waist, bringing you to press his chest against your back. His cock went deeper inside with his actions, making you feel complete ecstasy.

"Sir, please, I-I wanna come, please." You choked out, feeling your stomach turn while his thrusts become sloppy, feeling his high approaching with every push.

"Come with me angel, make a mess on sirs cock. I wanna feel you squeeze me. Come on baby, let go." His dirty words, snake in your each as his hot breath trickles down your neck. He leaves sloppy kisses and bites on your flesh. His hand that resided on your hips now made its way to your clit, rubbing your harshly to finish you off.

"S-sir.." You whimpered one final time before your high came crashing down with his following close afterwards. White ropes paint your walls as your grip tightens, milking him. You both groan, bodies becoming limp and sore.

You fall onto the bed as he lets you go. Pulling out slowly, you shiver at the feeling. The bed dips, with Bucky standing on the side. He taps your shoulder, softly rubbing your skin, making you turn to face him. He picks up a piece of your hair and tucks it behind your ear, giving you a small smile.

"Hey, baby, let's get you cleaned up." He softly speaks, helping you up to walk to the bathroom. He places you on the cold counter while he turns the shower on, waiting for it to get hot.

"S-sir.." Your mind was still fuzzing, wanting to feel his touch. You gripe the counter, shivering from the cold air.

"No, baby, it's Bucky baby. Say my name, baby." He tucks himself between your legs, hugging you tightly. Softly patting your head, you feel yourself finally coming back to reality.

"Bucky..." You whispered.

"Yes, Hey baby, Hi." He smiles, kissing you on your forehead. He helps you into the shower, helping the water run down your body. The smell of your body wash filling your nose as he washes you both.

"I'm sorry if I got too angry. I do love you, angel." He places another small kiss on your forehead, making you smile.

"It's okay, I was being a brat, I love you too." You look up into his eyes, smiling at him back. He just chuckles rinsing off the soap before stepping out.

"But to be fair, I love you being a brat if that means I can punish you." He wiggles his brows with a smirk, wrapping his towel around his waist.

"I'm always up for punishment." You give him a cheeky smile. He goes to wrap his arms around your waist, but you throw your towel at him before running towards the room. He just lets out a chuckle before dropping his own towel to chase after you.

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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ ONLY! MINORS DON’T YOU DARE I AM INSIDE YOUR HOME

Chapter 004: The Eddie Stop

Everyone loves a parked car conversation. Eddie’s van is no castle by any means…but do a boss and his employee have to sit that close to each other?

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 4.8k

warnings & disclaimers — slow burn, mutual pining, profanities, sexual tension, marijuana use, SO MANY sexual innuendos, foot play, daddy kink, dirty talk, masturbation, touching, rubbing, talks of abuse, trauma, Eddie talking about “Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club”, suicide, overdose, reader’s trauma becoming her kink i.e slapping/hair pulling/choking, steddie x reader threesome kinda 🤭, sex dream, p in v smut, unprotected sex, deepthroating, double penetration, idk what else I’m missing so here’s a PSA from Murray

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And then there were two.

“You better stop that thing you’re doing. I’m telling you, I ain’t lying.”

For the owner of a very successful strip club, you would think Eddie had a...fancier car. But there is beauty in humble beginnings. In fact, you can tell a lot about him from the ketchup stain by the window, empty coffee tumblers on the floor that need washing, crinkled up band posters — along with MORE PAPERWORK — and the tattered leather seats held together by the sheer grit of duct tape. A Porsche would just conceal who Eddie Munson is.

And Eddie’s the coolest boss you’ve ever had. In the safest town you’ve ever been in.

“Hawkins gets pretty quiet after 1 AM,” you observe. Despite being the blasted one, it’s you who’s attempting to break the silence.

You glance out the window, watching the scenery of the Bible Belt town you've grown to romanticize flash by like developing film.

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs. “If you’re looking for nightlife, you’ve come to the wrong place.”

Eddie approaches a four way intersection and stops too late. He does it for a short time too, stepping on the gas pedal not even a second later.

He peers over at you to see if you caught it.

“Sorry if I’m being a crazy driver,” Eddie apologizes. “If the street’s empty I’m only stopping for like... a millisecond. If at all.”

You snort. “You’re fine. We call that a ‘California stop’ back home.”

“You wanna see an ‘Eddie stop’?”

You turn to him. He’s just staring at you and smiling, a look of mischief creeping its way to the surface.

“What’s that?”

SLAM. You shoot forward in your seat the moment Eddie’s foot meets the brakes. A surprised gasp from you fills the air while Eddie joins in with a loud cackle. You glare at him, a frantic hand clutched to your chest.

“What the FUCK!”

“That’s an ‘Eddie stop’,” Eddie explains between laughter.

SLAM! He does it again.

“Eddie, stop!” you plead.

“Hey, that’s the spirit!” he chuckles.

You realize his play on words and shove him.

“Ow,” he remarks with sass, hand reaching over to rub where you pushed him. “Feisty.”

"Yeah? Well, don't dish out what you can't handle."

You cross your arms and jokingly turn your torso in the other direction. Eddie is amused at this, proceeding to poke fun at you while he still can.

"Hmm. Hm hm," he laughs with his pursed lips. "For someone who can't hang, you're one to talk."

You’re still intoxicated. Nothing is leaving your system any time soon, it appears.

It all starts to feel like a dream. You thoroughly enjoyed yourself after a fun night out with friends. There is no angry brother waiting for you at home, blowing up your phone until you walk through the door. And now you’re out on a post-curfew rendezvous with someone who is clearly off limits.

You’re living out your rebel dreams, riding into the night with Eddie. What a regular young adult takes for granted is something you’ve always dreamt about. It’s a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

“I can hang. It's just the edibles kicking in late, silly," you bubbly insist.

“Alright,” Eddie surrenders sarcastically. “Alright. Whatever gets you going…silly.”

You two proceed down the long, vacant road, humming along to Creedence Clearwater Revival and breaking the law with more California stops.

"It's a bummer we didn’t get to go bar-hopping,” you say. “That would've been fun.”

Eddie grimaces. “Eh. Drinking makes me feel gross. I’m more of a mary-jane guy if I do say so myself.”

“Clearly,” you jest.

A whole night dedicated to edibles? Hotboxing competitions with the line cook? Bongs and bowls happening to be everywhere this motherfucker tends to be at?

Eddie’s a walking marijuana leaf as far as you're concerned. Governor Holocomb's worst nightmare. You kick at the velvet bag that masked the huge glass bong sitting at your feet.

“I’m surprised they haven’t arrested your ass yet.”

“I’m just as surprised as you are," Eddie admits. "With all the shit I’ve done…”

The road begins to look familiar and you realize it’s because you’re almost back home. Tick, tick, tick, goes the turn signal as Eddie's GPS instructs him to make a left. A sigh escapes you. You don’t want to leave.

You want time to freeze exactly where it's at so you could spend it with the man who has been giving you butterflies — and the ‘fuck me’ eyes — all night long. To your own surprise, confidence overpowers you.

“Eddie,” you sit up. “Do you think you can stay with me for a bit?”

Your boss’s gaze hardens, a look of concern replacing his easy-going, playful demeanor.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, brows lifting gently in shock. “Yeah... I’ll stay with you."

Eddie makes a turn away from your street and finds a curb to park against. You tap your feet, anxious that he actually followed through. The sound of his tires scraping across the gravel beat against your eardrums as reality sets in. Eddie shifts the gear from Drive to Park before wriggling his keys out from the ignition. The rumbling of the van engine ceases.

Eddie lassos his keys around his thick, long index finger, their jingles piercing through the quiet.

"You feeling alright?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “Just feeling pretty buzzed still.”

“You trying to get more buzzed?” he offers. “Or high?”

You look back over at him. Oh wipe that snarky grin off your face, Munson.

There's a pro to working evening shifts. You can sleep in until it's time to head off to work the next day. Judging by how the night was going, it is far from over. You and Eddie are just getting started.

“It depends...Are you trying to get more high?”

“Is that even a question?”

Before you know it, there's a small tin can with a few nuggets in it in Eddie's hand, followed by a small Altoid case that housed some rolling paper. Eddie places the two on his dash and then leans towards you to grab the bong sitting at your feet.

He undresses it from its cloak. His pride and joy glistens in the moonlight.

“Hello, my darling,” he says to his bong. “You’re so pretty.” Eddie turns to you. “I’ve got nowhere to be, so you bet I’ll be usin’ the hell outta her tonight. No pressure though, Hargrove.”

You shrug. “I'm down to get lit for a bit longer."

"You a joint girl or do you prefer bongs?"

"Either or. Why not both?"

There’s a gleam in his eyes. "I like how you think."

Eddie situates the large bong between his legs, propping it up with his knees. He then reaches for the tin can filled with nuggets. Picking off the bits one by one to accommodate the tiny bowl, he tucks them neatly into the small round outlet. Eddie does it with such ease. Like it's second nature.

Finally, Eddie hovers the lighter over the bowl and gestures for you to inch closer. The placement of the bong remains the same. And judging by the look on Eddie’s face, he doesn’t intend on moving it.

"Ladies first."

So you hoist yourself over across Eddie’s center console and position yourself near his lap. Staring up at Eddie with curious eyes, you ask him,

"Am I good?"

"You're good," Eddie confirms, holding your hair back while you lean over against him. “All yours, babygirl.”

After getting the green light, you bend down further to attach your lips to the mouthpiece of the bong. With the flick of the lighter, Eddie ignites the bowl and you suck in. You and Eddie eye its neck steadily, watching as the chamber fills with smoke.

Eddie slowly starts to remove the bowl. Fear sets in as the bubbles seem to draw on for an eternity. It feels like it'll never end. You're inhaling too much.

When you feel the first kick to your chest, you shoot upwards and exhale. But the smoke got you good. Before you know it, you’re coughing and hacking and grasping for air, clutching onto Eddie’s flannel for support as you try to clear.

"That's right, baby," Eddie soothes you. "Let it out. Clear it, clear it, clear it."

“I’m-” you cough. “I’m t—trying.” A few more good coughs and you’re done. “WOOO.”

Eddie’s laughing at you like it’s cute. The grip he has on your hair loosens and soon your locks fall in front of your face once more. You keep them there to mask your tears. How embarrassing.

"Damn,” he comments. “You choked out.”

Your stomach dances. You think about what he said earlier in the club about his kinks.

"Yeah, I s-sure did-" you choke again, fleshing out your last set of coughs as Eddie pats your back.

The tears trickle down your face as you struggle to self-regulate. You quickly wipe them away.

"You okay?' he asks again, this time gently, sincerely. Angelically. He starts playing with the ends of your hair.

You nod with a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You want more, hun? Can you handle more?"

You nod again.

"Yeah," you sniff. "I can handle more."

"Alright," he grins.

Bowing your head down once again, you reattach your lips to the mouthpiece. As you're inhaling, Eddie tilts his head upwards to prevent any smoke from getting in his face. You look up at him.

What a sight, your internal monologue gushes. He must look like this when he's getting a...

"There we go, Shy Girl” he hums. "Just like that..."

————🍃———-

“It’s alright. I said it’s alright. Take anything you want from me. Fly high, little wing.”

“So my driving really doesn’t scare you, huh?”

Eddie is taking ginormous rips out of his bong. You, on the other hand, have settled for rolling joints instead.

“Not nearly as much as my brother,” you shrug. “He drives like a maniac. Him and his stupid Camaro.”

You think about the time you and Billy got into an argument about lunch. Out of all things.

Billy had asked something SO obvious. You couldn’t help but respond sarcastically. He stomped on the gas before you knew it, propelling you both across the residential street at 90 MPH. It was scariest you’ve ever seen him. The first instance where he toyed with both your lives and didn’t seem to care.

You try not to shake in front of Eddie. Luckily, he was too busy laughing to notice.

“A Camaro?” Eddie belts. “That’s just about the douchiest, California Chad type shit I’ve ever heard.”

You agree. “Yeah. Douchey is pretty on brand for someone like Billy.”

You fall silent as you continue to roll. Eddie peers over at you and takes note of your newfound seriousness.

You position your body towards him to ensure him it wasn't something he did, and make sure he knows it by the way you relax your legs across his lap. He inhales abruptly at the extra step you took.

"I take it you guys don't get along."

"Billy and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms at the moment,” you mumble. “Part of why I'm here.”

“Your brother right?” he questions rhetorically.

“Yeah, my twin brother.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie mutters. “So you guys went from being essentially telepathic to... no contact at all.”

“Precisely.”

You glide your tongue up, down, and around along the rolled joint to ensure that it sticks. When it's sealed shut, you set it down to start rolling the next one. Eddie stares at you.

“Fuck…” you hear him mutter.

“Sorry?”

You try to act clueless, but even stoned out of your mind, you know exactly what you're doing.

“Uh, that’s rough,” he shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever,” you say. “As much as I love Billy, I just think it’s best we’re not in each other’s lives. We bring out the worst in each other.”

“I can say the same about me and my brothers,” Eddie agrees. “And my dad. They’re always asking me for money. Or for me to be an accomplice for their stupid, dangerous schemes. I got my own shit to handle.”

“And your mom?”

Eddie falls silent.

“She died when I was 14,” his voice softens. “I was the one who found her.”

Your chest aches as you marinate in that very, very familiar wound. It seems like just yesterday you and Billy were in Eddie's shoes.

“I’m so sorry,” you mutter. “Billy found our mom when we were 13. Alcohol poisoning and overdosed on pain killers.”

“Wow…” Eddie is stunned. “OD for mine as well. But heroine. She was an addict. Married her dealer and abuser... my old man.”

"Our dad was abusive too," you sympathize. "Well, is. He's still alive, but he and his new wife up and left when my stepsister turned 16. To who knows where. Billy was her guardian up until her b-day last week.”

You roll your next blunt and lick again. Eddie continues to eye you like a hawk, fixing how he was sitting in the driver's seat as he did.

You continue telling him everything you told your Zoom psychiatrist. Eddie doesn’t seem to mind.

Billy was nice. Now he’s not. Blah blah. Sue, Max’s mom, was Dad’s mistress. The idea of it consumed Mom just as much as Dad’s beatings did. When Billy found her, she was on the bathroom floor surrounded by empty bottles of whiskey and painkillers. Aside from you, Mom was his best friend. His biggest supporter. And Dad took that away.

Eddie’s grazing turns into rubbing. He squeezes your calf.

"Our moms died when we were around the same age," he speaks up, attempting to do the mental math. "That puts us in '08, which is around the time of..."

"The Recession," you finished for him. "Yup. Mom also lost her job which meant she was now fully dependent on our dad."

"She was stuck with that piece of shit no matter what," Eddie huffs. "And no matter where she turned, she wouldn't be safe."

You nod, staring off into the distance. "Billy wanted to go with her.”

Eddie gives you a pained look, sighing deeply as he took it in.

“But I told him I would hate him forever if he dared. So he stayed."

You swallow hard.

“Baby-” Eddie speaks.

"I hate him, still..." you choke back tears. "But I'm glad it's just because I think he's an asshole. He's my whole world."

"But you can't be in each other's lives."

"But we can't be in each other's lives."

"Love from afar kinda thing," Eddie mumbles.

"Exactly," your voice is at a whisper now. "I can never be mad at Mom though, for taking the easy way out. I wouldn't know what the fuck to do if I were in her shoes."

"I'm really sorry, Hargrove." Eddie says. "It seems like you lost more than your mom."

"I'm sorry for your loss too," you reply.

Silence lingers. Eddie continues to touch you. You love how handsy he is tonight. His touch brings you calm. Made you feel looked after. Protected. Cherished.

“I like listening to you talk,” Eddie soothes you.

You smile. “Did we just turn this into a therapy session?”

“Looks like we did,” he chuckles softly. Eddie raises a toast with the foggy, smoked-out bong in his hand. "To the Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club."

You hold up your lopsided joint.

"To the Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club," you repeat after him. "And to the brothers we don't speak to anymore."

"Can't forget that shit," he says. "To the brothers we don't speak to anymore."

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“I want you so bad, it’s driving me mad.”

The night continues on a lighter, flirtier note.

“What’s your love language?” Eddie asks you.

“Acts of service.”

“Mmm.”

“Not like that.”

“I know, I’m just fucking with you,” Eddie winks. “Makes sense though. I see it.”

“What’s yours?”

“Physical touch.”

You look down at your feet, still laid out across Eddie’s lap. A few moments ago he just wrapped up giving you a foot massage after convincing you that you were free to take your heels off.

“Acts of service as well,” Eddie smiles. “It’s 50/50.”

“I can tell,” you say.

“Yeah? How so?”

You run a foot across Eddie’s thigh, watching in amusement as his blinking quickens. He bites his lip and hums.

“I can just tell,” is what you end up saying.

“You can just tell?” Eddie bites his lip. “No other way of knowing?”

“Nope,” you giggle, gliding your foot to the inner part of his thigh. “Just a wild guess.”

Your feet do a little dance on Eddie. He tries to tickle you but you pull away.

“I think Steve’s is acts of service too,” you add. “And gift giving.”

“Nailed it,” Eddie confirms with a nod. “Harrington loves providing. Daddy Steve.”

He smirks at you when he says that. With the info you retained at Hellfire, it’s impossible to think what he’s saying isn’t an innuendo. Your foot being just inches away from his dick didn’t help the case either.

“Daddy Steve,” you echo him. “Yeah, I can tell he loves taking care of people he cares about.”

“It didn’t always used to be that way,” Eddie points out. “I used to think he was an asshat.”

“Then what happened?”

“Nancy Wheeler happened.”

The mood darkens.

“Damn…” you mutter. “It always boils down to House Mom.”

“Because it’s true,” Eddie insists. “Steve was a self-absorbed prick in high school. Then he dated Wheeler senior year. On and off. Something changed in him, when they were done for good.”

Eddie readjusts himself in his seat. You adjust yourself with him.

“It was like…” he proceeds. “Steve realized that there was more beyond himself and wanted to be a part of this greater good. It wasn’t until he started working at the bowling alley I used to frequent that I realized that he’s a pretty decent guy.”

“Like everything’s one big redemption arc for him,” you state.

“That’s exactly what it is.”

“He worked at the bowling alley?”

“He’s worked everywhere,” Eddie laughs. “Dude had so many side quests and jobs. It’s gotten to the point to where I start to wonder where he hasn’t worked.”

“Hellfire,” you point out.

“Yeah, Hellfire,” Eddie nods. “Kinda wish he did. Maybe then I can get a day off…”

“What would you do on your day off?”

“Take you out to lunch finally.”

Your gazes fixate on each other. Eddie’s cheeks turn a red hue in the moonlight, the streetlight you guys were parked under illuminating it further.

The cheeky grin on his face vanishes quickly, the moment he disengages his eye contact with you.

"Yeah, Steve... Steve's a good guy," Eddie gulps. He stares down at his lap. Touches your legs again. "One of the greatest friends I've ever had in my life."

“Mhm…”

“And now he’s my boyfriend,” he teases you with a wink.

You tsk. “Be for real.”

“Nah, I’m just playing — he’s actually my husband,” he jokes again. “And you’re just a pretty lil thing of his on the side.”

“So you think I’m pretty?”

“That’s what you got from that?”

“Who am I to get in the way of your marriage?”

“It makes things complicated between the three of us, that’s for sure.”

There’s a hint of truth in that sentence. You can tell by the way Eddie refuses to look you in the eyes again. For someone who is intentional with his eye contact, him not wanting to look your way when he says that makes it look suspicious.

Eddie cuts it with the jokes and starts up again.

“But yeah, I think you’re pretty.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you respond, drawing circles onto his inner thigh now with your feet. You do it slower. Then deeper. Clockwise then counter.

“That’s it.”

Finally, he hoists your legs off of him. To your surprise, it’s Eddie now that’s crawling towards you, closing up the space there was between you two. Now you and him are both just a thumb-width apart, faces lingering. The hunger is back.

You feel Eddie’s warm breath against you.

“I’d say a hell of a lot more about you,” Eddie adds. “But I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“That’s new,” you quip. “For as long as I’ve known you, you always gave off rebel vibes.”

“I’m trying to be good.”

“You’re failing miserably.”

You both look down at Eddie hand that is now resting at your waist. He laughs through his nose, pulling you closer to him.

“Touché.”

With his available hand, he strokes your hair, tucking a strand behind your ears. His fingers explore your cheek and take a detour to your plump lips, hovering around them as you part them slightly.

“You have no idea how hard I’ve tried to not cross any boundaries tonight,” Eddie admits. “To not get any closer to you.”

“Why not?” you whisper.

"I don't wanna ruin whatever you and Harrington have going on…”

"We're just fuck buddies," you insist. “Swear.”

Steve wouldn’t care. You know he wouldn’t. He was the one who even said that you both should give Eddie a little show. Besides, you already know it’ll be a long while until he’s officially over Nancy.

"Of course," Eddie huffs.

"Why?" you raise an eyebrow as you breathe in his face. "Are you jealous?"

"Well when you sound the way you did this morning, how could I not be?"

There it was.

The confirmation of what you already suspected closes in on you and you feel yourself shrink. Eddie enjoys the sight of it, the sight of Shy Girl growing tense just by the way he speaks to you. His fingers dance up your arm before he starts to rub your back.

“And the way you looked the day you gave Steve that private show…” he strains. “It’s like you were made for me and only me.”

“Eddie…” you moan.

“Do you know what it was like? Hm?” Eddie demands. He’s hot against your cheek now. “Touching myself, getting myself off in the bathroom to the sound of your moans? Knowing full well you were getting your back blown out just a wall over?”

You whimper as he continues to hover, the ache of wanting to be touched and destroyed by him gnawing at your soul.

“Gettin’ all dumb for me already?” Eddie taunts you when you don’t speak. “I haven’t even fucked your brains out yet.”

“Just still a little high that’s all.”

That snaps something back into Eddie. “Oh… right.”

You hear his keys jingle again before Eddie turns them back into the ignition. His headlights flash on and soon he shifts the gears back to drive. Away from the curb and back to your place you go.

Your stomach sinks.

“What are you doing?”

“Not this!” Eddie refuses. “Not when you’re not sober.”

“Eddie!” you start to regret ever saying anything. “Come on, I’m fine. I want you.”

“Yeah, well that’s another thing in my doctrine,” Eddie sighs. “I can’t mess with a lady under the influence. I don’t roll that way.”

He routes his GPS back to your place.

“I hate when you’re respectful,” you joust, crossing your arms in retaliation.

He laughs.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” he says to you. “Next time you’re at work, I’m gonna be disrespectful as fuck.”

The night ends there and Eddie drops you off. He makes sure you get inside safely before driving away. Sadness sets in as the drugs and alcohol wear off. You drag your feet along as sneak your way into you and Max’s room.

You dream of Eddie that night. Him and Steve.

You’re in a private show room at Hellfire with the two Adonises after your heart. Steve’s destroying your pussy again, ramming into you at an intense speed while Eddie fucks himself into your mouth, his warm, sweet precum mixing with your saliva to fill your mouth to the brim.

A moan escapes you every single time Eddie hits the back of your throat.

“That’s right, baby,” Eddie coos. “Don’t be shy. C’mon, take me.”

You try not to scream as you dig your nails into his skin. Tears are streaming down your face as Eddie and Steve abuse your holes, the stimuli from both nearing you towards your climax.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Steve growls pulling you by your hair. “Taking two cocks at the same time like a champ, hm?”

Eddie releases you from his grip, allowing you to come back up for air. You spit the remnants of him back onto his long and girthy cock, stroking him while you gave your jaw a rest.

“Y-yes,” you choke out, arching your back to maximize the sensation of Steve’s thrusts. “I’m being so good.”

You beg for Steve to fuck you harder. Steve and Eddie look to each other and smirk, pleased that you even want to be challenged.

“Harrington’s got you, don’t you worry,” Eddie assures you. “On your back sweetheart.”

Steve pulls out and lets you use him as support. When you’re on your back, he grabs his cock again, stroking himself before lining himself at your tight little asshole.

“I’m gonna let you know when I go in, babe, okay?” he whispers to you, smothering your neck with kisses.

“Okay,” you nod sheepishly.

Eddie kneels down and lines himself up at your dripping cunt, kissing you on the mouth before inserting himself into you.

You let out a silent gasp as he maneuvers his way in, stretching you out even further than Steve already did.

“Oh my god,” you cry.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans, hand flying over your throat to wrap itself around you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

Then Steve starts letting himself in. He pumps into you slowly, not proceeding until you start adjusting to his length. You lay there in complete bliss, allowing them both to have their way.

“Good job, angel,” Steve cheers you on. “Being so good for us. So fucking tight…”

The speed of their thrusts are agonizingly slow. You tap them both on the arm to let them know they can speed up. They resist at first, attempting to make sure it’s really want you want.

“Please,” you whine. “I want it now, please.”

Eddie’s gaze turns grim. “Whatever you say.”

SMACK! You whimper as Eddie swats your bouncing tits and pistons into you deeper, faster. Steve meets Eddie where he’s at, picking up the pace from underneath you, holding your hips still for extra leverage.

“SHIT!” you squeal. “Y-yes, yes, right there. Don’t fucking stop!”

Three more pumps and they both hit that special spot. You start to shake as your core tightens. It feels too fucking good.

“Dirty fucking whore,” Eddie spits at you while you cry out in pleasure. “There’s no running away now baby, this is what you wanted.”

Slapping. Biting. Choking. Hair-pulling. Name-calling. Spitting. You wanted it all.

“FUCK!” you wail. “I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

“Let it out, baby,” Eddie encourages you. “Let it out. Make a mess on both of us, there you go.”

That sentence is enough to send you over the edge. Your core is hot, walls twitching and aching.

“FUCK!” you scream one last time before —

“SIS!”

Max jolts you awake, shaking you by your shoulders.

“What? What?!” you shoot up in the bed.

“Are you okay?” Max pants. “You’re sweating like a pig.”

Now that’s a dream you didn’t ever wanna wake from. Reorienting yourself to your room, you find it hard to believe how real everything felt. You grip onto your sheets to make sure you’re really in your room.

“Yeah, I…” you stammer. “I…had a nightmare.”

“I can tell, you were making all kinds of noise in your sleep.”

Max scurries over to your dresser to retrieve your Hydroflask. She encourages you to hydrate yourself.

“I drank tonight,” you admit after a huge gulp of water. “Probably what caused it.”

“Makes sense,” Max nods, hands on her hips like a concerned mother. “You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Just need a breather.”

You grab your phone and use the flashlight feature to navigate to the bathroom. As you’re peeing, you take a look at the two text messages waiting for you.

Steve Harrington 💋

Made it home lol

Sorry,passed out. Goodnight, beautiful ❤️

You text Steve goodnight before making your way over to the next text message. Eddie.

Eddie Boss

Sweet dreams. Silly.

👸

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author’s note: the steddie threesome dream was inspired by this tiktok 🥵 foaming at the mouth tbh. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND THE DREAM THREESOME WITH STEVE & EDDIE! don’t worry, eddie x shy girl irl fuck fest smut is coming. some juicy shit has to go down first before we cross that bridge ;)

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lustkillers · 10 months

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BON APPÉTIT, BABY !

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - having someone complain about his food was the tip of the iceberg, thank god you're there, right?

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ you guessed it, nsfw!! dom!tyler, sub!reader. unprotected sex, rough-ish sex, praising, bondage, choking?? hair-pulling, overstimulation, orgasm delay, crying, freaky deaky stuff!! ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - tyler x fem!reader.

⊹₊ ⋆ note - RAURF ARF ARF ARF ARF RAUHFDOAH WOOF WOOF WOOF!!! YES CHEF YES CHEF!!! this has been sitting in my drafts forever, so here u go!! i also wanna start writing for him more, someone please request more of tyler!!!!

WAS it him? No one really complained about his cooking, everything he heard from people's mouths were praise for his delicious food.

Maybe today wasn't his day, as many people sent back their food. He watched as the plates were returned to him, the food untouched and barely eaten. This has never happened before.

As the day went on, he kept getting more unhappy looks from the customers and heard more murmurings about his food being bad. He was starting to become discouraged, and the more he thought about it, the worse he felt.

As his shift ended, he clocked out with concealed rage. He walked to his car and slammed the door shut as he got in. He pulled out his phone, his homescreen shining bright right in front of his eyes.

It was a photo of you attempting to cook something, with a pot in front of you and an apron slightly too big for you. You were making some kind of sauce, smiling wide as the camera clicked.

He put his phone away, his hands gripping on the wheel as he went home. He couldn't help but recall all the times you two had spent in the kitchen, cooking together. Suddenly, he was feeling a lot better - like maybe things weren't as bad as it seemed.

You hummed as you waited for Tyler to come back home, the aroma of the dinner you were preparing lingering in the air. When he arrived, you hugged him tight and welcomed him with a warm smile.

He didn't respond, his hands cupping your face as he brought you into a kiss. It was feverish, desperate. You were taken aback for a moment, but it felt so right.

You pulled away, knowing that something was up. "What's up, Ty?" You asked, eyebrows raised in concern.

He paused for a few seconds before he replied, "Just people complaining," he muttered. "'Don't care, jus' need you." His lips connected to yours again.

His hands traveled to your waist, dangerously low. You felt yourself pushing against him and you both fell back onto the couch. His hands explored your body, pushing through fabric and barriers. The heat between you both was palpable as his lips trailed down your neck.

You gasped out at the feeling, now eyeing the food on the table. "T-Ty... The food...!" you stuttered, not sure if you wanted to stop him.

He pulled away and looked down at you, his eyes full of lust and longing. "We can eat later," he said as his hands roughly pulled at your clothes. You felt the heat scorching through you as he embodied everything you had ever wanted.

Your clothes were all off, leaving you exposed. He looked you up and down before kissing every inch of your body, making you moan with pleasure. You felt yourself arching into him, wanting more and feeling the sensations course through your veins.

He pulled away from your body, his hands going to untie his signature blue bandana. He moved slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt yourself trembling - you knew where this was going.

The blue bandana was now tied around your wrists tightly, binding them together. He leaned in and kissed you deeply, his hands exploring your body as you felt yourself losing control. You were now completely at his mercy.

He took off his shirt, then fumbling with his pants. You heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and you felt your heart pounding in anticipation, your thighs squeezing together.

His hand opened your legs once again, leaning towards you for a kiss, his hands traveling up your pussy as he did. You almost cried out in pleasure, feeling electricity travel through your body. He smirked as he saw you quiver, knowing the effect he had on you.

You could only arch your back at the feeling, your hands growing tired of being binded together. He could feel your need for freedom, but he wasn't done with you yet.

His fingers enter your wet insides, lewd noises filling the air. They went at a hard, fast pace, the feeling making you want to close your legs, but his thigh kept your legs open.

He moved his finger faster and faster, increasing the pleasure and passion he was eliciting from within you. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge of climax, crying out; "C-Cumming!! M'gonna cum!!" You exclaimed.

He smirked, now removing his fingers from your pussy. "No, not yet," he said with a wicked grin on his face, which made you whine out. You wanted to cum so badly, going crazy from the pleasure.

He then untied the bandana from your wrists, now flipping you over, your ass up. He then pressed his cock against your entrance, pushing himself in. Your breath hitched as you felt him filling your insides with each thrust, the pleasure intensifying with each motion.

The bandana found itself around your throat, his hands holding on the two ends as he endlessly pounded into you. "Yeah, take it like a good girl..." He rasped out, his thrusts picking up pace.

You only let out strangled moans, the pleasure now too overwhelming. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your eyes rolling in ecstasy. "T-Ty... Please!"

His eyebrow cocked, "Please what? Beg for it, sweetheart," he said with a smirk, releasing the bandana from around your throat, his hand now gripping your hair.

You took in a deep breath, now looking up at him with lust-filled eyes; "Please, please, please! Lemme cum!" You rasped out.

He only smiled, the pleasure of your pleas evident in his face. He grabbed onto your hips, flipping you over onto your back, each thrust now sending you closer and closer to the edge. You didn't care anymore, crying out as you came undone.

Tyler wasn't done though, his hips rutting into your puffed out pussy. The sensation overwhelmed your senses, tears slipping out your eyes. You held onto his biceps, your face contorting with pleasure.

"S-Shit, Ty! S'too much! C-Cumming!" Your legs shook once again, clenching down on his cock. Your sweat beading off your forehead as you cried out once again in pleasure, your eyes blissed out.

Tyler growled out, now thrusting into you roughly. You could feel him getting close too, "F-Fuck..." His thrusts grew erratic, his breathing shallow. He finally spilled himself into you, holding onto your hips as he rode out the aftershocks.

His hips still rutted into your own as he groaned in pleasure; "That's it sweetheart... Take it all..." You felt both of your hearts beating, in sync.

He held onto you, your bodies sticky against each other from the sweat. He finally pulled out, exhaling deeply. However, you tried to crawl out his heavy arms, but to no use, failed.

"Hey," Tyler's voice was thick with emotion, "Where are you going?". You froze in his arms, not sure what to say. He kissed your shoulder softly. "I'm not letting you go that easily." He said, tightening his grip.

"The food, Ty. It's probably cold now..." You whispered, feeling slightly disappointed that all your hard-work was now cold.

He hummed, looking at the food and then back at you. "Thought all of this was dinner?" He smirked, corny.

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to answer. He chuckled lightly, releasing you from his grip and leaned in to give you a peck on the lips. "Let's eat, again." He said.

God you couldn't ask for a better boyfriend.

#rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #the expecting #tyler x reader #tyler the expecting #rory culkin smut #i need him so bad #smut

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yourmom1121 · 17 days

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The Road Home.

-WARNINGS -

Male receiving - hair pulling - making our - ass slapping - choking - dirty talk - arguing - praising - public sex (sort of) - use of daddy in a sexual way 2 or 3 times. I THINK THATS ALL BUT IM NOT SURE IM SORRY IF THIS ISNT GOOD THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT. PLEASE TELL ME IF I SHOULD CHANGE ANYTHING.

You and Elvis had been ignoring eachother ever since you both left his best friend Joe Esposito's house. You accidentally said something you shouldn't of.. something a little personal about Elvis that he had only told you.

You didn't expect Elvis to be mad, you thought he would laugh it off and maybe tell you not to say it again but no, he was furious with you. He dragged you by your arm all the way to his black Cadillac in the front yard, opened your door, sat you down, and shut the door. He went around the car and got in, turned the car on, and drove away.

Elvis was usually the type to put music on in the car but he didn't. You both sat in silence. The only sound being the the engine of the car. You thought about saying your sorry for what you said but you decided to stay quiet instead.

You kept thinking of ways to make it up to him but all that kept coming up was to touch him. Your thoughts soon took over as Elvis was stopped at a red light, left hand on the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut. You knew that it was the perfect time, it would be unexpected.

You slowly moved your left hand over the center console and down to his right thigh, gliding it over his bulge. He opened his eyes to the sudden feeling. "Y/n. What are you doing." He asks. "J-just trying to m-make it up to you E.." ypu reply. "Y/n if you ever say some' like that again there's gonna be consequences. You embarrassed me in front of m' best friend." He says.

"I know Elvis and I said I'm sorry." You respond through gritted teeth. "Excuse me lil girl? Who do you think your talking to? Don't you get smart with me." He asks. " I'm talking to you Elvis. I said I'm sorry and you just made it seem like I meant to embarrass you on purpose." You say out of honestness.

" Baby I'm telling you right now if you don't lose that godamn attitude I will pull this fucking car over and make you suck my cock right there and not in here." he says. "Then do it E" you snap.

He looks for a good spot to pull over and when he finds a truck spot he knows it's perfect. He turns right to pull in, parks the Cadillac in a parking spot near the back of the parking lot, shuts the car off, unbuckles his seat belt and yanks you out of the car when he makes it around the car.

"Get out y/n" he says impatiently. "Make me." You bark. "Wanna give me a goddamn attitude y/n, really? Get the fuck out now." He suddenly yanks you out of the car by your wrist and pinning you to the car door by your throat. He chokes you lightly and presses his mouth to yours quickly giving you no time to breathe.

He pries your mouth open with his tounge, dipping it in your delicate mouth, his leather gloves burning your neck. He lets go of your neck staring at you for a second before slowly moving to whisper in your ear "Get down and suck my cock yeah darlin?" You have no choice but to get down on your knees on the hard cold concrete.

You glide your hands up his big meaty thighs up to the zipper of his navy blue dress pants, slowly unzipping them before massaging his cock through his boxers making a grunt slip past his perfect lips. "Take it out y/n c'mon." You obliged and pull his cock out of his boxers. You almost gasp at the size of him. You have been with Elvis for 8 years. It's not like you've never sucked his dick before he's just so.. big down there it shocks you.

You grasp his cock in your right hand and slowly pump him, teasing him for being so mean. All of a sudden he grabs a handful of your hair and guides your mouth onto his length, shoving your head down until your nose hits his base which leaves you gagging with spit coming out of the side of your mouth.

"Fuck baby that's good." He moans out loud. He then pulls you off of his cock leaving you choking at the new found freedom of air. "We aren't done." He says quickly while yanking you up, lifting your skirt up and moving your thong out of the way of your pussy. You gasp at how quick he was with that.

He grabs his dick and runs it along your slit nudging your beautiful clit with every swipe of his hard cock. Without warning he enters you. You were so wet his cock just went right in. He entered you with a loud groan and you helped back.

"Fuck y/n your still so godamn tight." He moans as he slowly begins to pound into your needy wet pussy. "E-" you begin but he suddenly has his hand right over your mouth. "Shut your fucking mouth y/n I don't want to hear it, you have said enough. Now let me use your fucking pussy" he snapped.

You can't deny the fact that you loved when he was aggressive but you were just scared about the people who might see you being railed up against a car on the side of a highway.

He moves his hand from your waist to your hair forming a ponytail to bring your head back on his shoulder to look at your pretty fucked out face. "Oh yeah baby your so fucking hot." He says as he prys your mouth open with his middle and ring fingers in order for you to suck on them. You quickly take his fingers in your mouth swirling your tounge around his long thick digits moaning softly around them while you look at him with a desperate look in your face as he continues to pound into your pussy this time hitting your g spot with so much force your knees buckle underneath you.

He chuckles lowly seeing you fall apart right in front of him. " Ya gonna cum baby? Hm? " He asks. " You know your such a good fucking girl for letting me do this to ya on the side of the road right?" You moan out loud around his fingers as he takes them out. As soon as your mouth is empty you can't help the moans and whimpers that escape you. "E baby plea-ease let me c-cum I'm so close." You moan out. As soon as he hears you say that he brings his wet fingers down to your clit and rubs in fast hard circles in all directions leaving you moaning so loud he grabs your neck and chokes you but not too hard.

"Shh. Baby be quiet your doing s-so fucking good oh my god." He can't help but break slowly as his hips stutter into you and he starts to moan into your neck softly. "Elvis! I'm gonna cum o-oh god!" You say warning him. "Come on baby cum, let daddy feel it. I'm close too." He tells you.

As soon as those words fly out of his beautiful mouth your knees lock and you grip onto the car door moaning and shaking slightly as your vision goes blurry and you cum all over his cock. "Oh yeah y/n. Y' so good for me. I'm gonna cum baby where do you want it?" Before you can even process what he asks you receive a harsh slap on your ass. " I asked ya a damn question." He groans. "I-in me daddy." You say lowly.

"Ohhhh fuck fuck fuck" he groans as he slowly pushes his cock in and out of you releasing warm ropes of his cum into you. He eventually pulls out after he catches his breath putting himself back into his pants and fixing your skirt. As you try to support yourself to stand up your legs fail you and you almost fall. As Elvis catches you falling he asks " was it that good y/n?" "Yes Elvis. It was so good. I'm sorry for what I said earlier." You respond as he seats you into the car.

"Good because when we get home you'll be even more sorry."

#elvis presley #elvis presley smut #elvis smut #smut

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cherrychilli · 10 months

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18+

AFAB reader, Oral sex(m), mentions of P in V sex

A/N: This one's silly but so is most of the stuff I write I guess.

Consider this: "Pavloving" Steve into popping a boner whenever you wear your favorite perfume.

It's the one you had been eyeing in passing for the past few days. The pretty tinted and textured glass bottle caught your attention but the fragrance, a particular blend of subtle and powdery sweet, is what made you fall in love with it. You reluctantly set the bottle back down and leave it behind however, knowing you couldn't afford the purchase until your next pay day. Maybe.

You're not down about it for very long though because you're dating Steve Harrington. Adorably attentive and partial to spoiling his favorite girl, he surprises you with a bottle the following morning along with plans for dinner that night so that you have a chance to use it.

It's hard not to feel as good as you do, all dressed up, pulse points spritzed with your new gift. Steve compliments you all night, pulling you close to breathe you in, hands roaming your body discreetly, fingers lingering where no one else can see. You know just how to thank him for the thoughtful present and dinner when you get back to his place.

On your knees, hand cupping his balls, tongue pushed out to rest the head of his cock on. You kitten lick at the swollen, ruddy tip, drawing choked, ragged pleas of "baby- oh, fuck- please", from his kiss bitten lips. It's a slow, sinful descent as you kiss down the underside of his shaft, whatever's left of your lipstick leaving faint traces on the sensitive skin there. " Y' take such good care of me, Steve- 'wanna show you how thankful I am", you lick a wet stripe all the way back up before finally taking him into your mouth. It's cute how worked up he gets despite how slow and gentle you're being with him. How red he gets in the face. Sputtering praise, moaning and whining while you leisurely suck and stroke him till he spills into your mouth.

You hadn't meant to but it ends up becoming a habit. It's one of your favorite perfumes and you save it for special occasions and that included date night with Steve. He can smell it when he leans over to kiss you as you buckle yourself into the passenger seat. He can smell it on you at the restaurant, soft wispy hints of it when he sneaks a peek or two at your cleavage. And he can smell it the whole time you're pressed up against him in the backseat of his car, riding him fast and hard on some lonely road because you're too impatient to wait the 15 minute drive back to yours.

It begins to linger in his subconscious after every romp, memories of you, all bare skin and angelic moans intertwining with the sweet fragrance. The next time you're getting dolled up for date night he comes over to pick you up, waiting for you on the couch while you finish getting ready. You apply the fragrance as your final step before greeting him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. That's when you feel something stiff poking you.

Looking down to see the bulge that definitely hadn't been there a few moments ago and then back up at him, you see that he's just as surprised as you are. It didn't usually happen this quickly. And especially not when you hadn't even done anything yet.

"I- I think it might be your perfume...", he explains, clearly embarrassed. You don't understand at first until you see his cheeks turn that familiar shade of red and it suddenly clicks. One hearty giggle from you and a sheepish laugh from him later and you've collected yourself. "Guess we're gonna have to flip the order of events tonight", you run your hands down his shirt and slacks as you ease down on to your knees, fingers seeking his belt and a fleeting thought flashing through your mind.

Gonna need to go back for a second bottle.

#steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x reader

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moonlightndaydreams · 9 days

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Can u make a Chan fic based on these lyrics?

"We don't gotta be in love, no,

I don't gotta be the one, no

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight"

It's The Weeknd, Lily-Rose Depp and Jennie's song and it's stuck in my head. All I can imagine is Bang Chan and a female idol having a one night stand

MDNI idol!chan x idolfem!reader, smut, protected p in v, oral sex (f rec), chan has a big d (of course), stretch kink (cos i can’t help myself), casual sex/one night stand.

Chan needs to get his dick wet. He's so fucking horny despite how tired he is from practice and performing. But even tiredness and fatigue can't stop his cock from springing to life whenever a sexy woman saunters past.

Like right now. You are with a couple of your little idol friends, at an exclusive event, and Chan's already massive member has decided it's going to stand to attention, looking for what it needs most. A warm, wet cunt to nestle into.

Fuck! Stop thinking about it. He tells his dick.

"Hey Channie." You say brightly and stand close to him. The music's so loud you have to stand just that little bit closer than usual, and it's not making things any easier in the pants department.

"Are you having a good time? You look kinda tired." you gaze at his face with big eyes and a cute little pout.

He grins at you sheepishly. "Yeah. I am pretty exhausted." he admits.

You suck on your bottom lip and tilt your head to the side. "Wanna get out of here?" you say bluntly.

Discretion is crucial, and both Chan and yourself know well the importance of not being seen together. Your driver, who is sworn to secrecy, drives you both to your hotel.

You can't keep your hands off each other in the back of the car. Chan's hand grips your thigh, squeezing hard, indicating how much he needs you right now. Your hand wanders over his erection and he lets out a shaky breath. Not much longer.

Once the hotel door closes behind you, Chan is on you. His hands are around your waist, pulling you flush against him, then lowering his hands over the curve of your ass and squeezing.

"Fuck! Need you in me, Chan." you purr. "I wanna be yours, just for tonight."

"Yeah? You gonna give me your pussy, hmm?" he smirks.

You tug at his belt but he picks you up, hoisting you over his shoulder and throwing you on the bed. You try to quickly turn onto your back but Chan is already on you tugging on your panties, pulling them off and casting them aside.

"Please, y/n... I have to get a good look at your pussy." he says in a gruff voice, turning you over so you're looking into his eyes.

He takes a couple of ragged breaths in and out of his lungs, and then he's kissing you, rough and aggressively. He can't help it. Your lips are irresistible, and he has doesn't know where his self control has gone.

He makes his way down your body, pushing your dress up and parting your legs. Your pussy completely exposed. So pretty. You gasp as he spreads your labia and spits onto your hole.

You lean up onto your elbows to watch his rub circles around your entrance and then up to you clit. Your hips begin to rock, seeking more friction, taunting him to move his fingers faster.

He does, rubbing harder and faster on your little bundle of nerves, making you want to throw your head back and moan. But you don't want to take your eyes off his magical fingers.

He nestles his face between your legs, pushing your thighs back, and with a hungry look in his eyes he dives into your cunt. You're so wet from your arousal and his saliva that his tongue slips inside you easily. You whimper and squirm, but Chan holds you still as he removes his tongue and licks a stripe up to your clit.

"Don't wanna come yet...want you inside me...hurry. Please." you beg.

"Let's get this off. I want to see all of you babygirl." he helps you remove your dress so you're entirely naked for him, and he stands and undresses swiftly, before lowering himself on top of you.

"You're so fucking sexy." He whispers as he kisses your neck down to your collarbone. He cups a breast and licks your nipple. He uses all his willpower not to bite down on it hard, instead teasing it into a pretty erect peak.

He rubs the tip of his cock through your wet folds. You're body is inviting him to sink inside you raw, but Chan has to keep a level head. He could just push it in for a second. Maybe just the tip. Fuck, he is so close to just thrusting into you all the way. Hard. Deep. Enveloping his entire cock in your wetness. Nothing in the way.

"Channie. Condom?" You squeak.

Chan comes to his senses and quickly locates a condom from his trousers, and rolling it onto his thickness. "You ready?" he searches your eyes.

"Fuck yeah." You moan as you both watch him stretch your opening.

"God, you're tight. I might not fit." he jokes, but his face is in awe. Watching your body accommodate him as he pushes inside is almost enough to make him come before he even fucks you.

Wider, wider, your pussy stretches. He pushes your thigh open with one hand to give himself as much room as possible as he sinks further and further into you.

Your little sounds are cute and high pitched, until he starts to fuck you. Then they turn primal and aggressive as you curse at him to fuck you hard.

"Sure you can take it babygirl?" He thrusts hard and deep, making you cry out. "Sure you can take such a big cock in this tiny little pussy?" Another hard, brutal thrust, knocking the air out of your lungs. "It's so big?'' he taunts you.

He pushes his fingers into your mouth and fucks your mouth with his digits as he fucks your tight pussy.

He's too fucking close to coming. He's not ready. You're quickly flung onto your stomach and then pulled up to kneeling on all fours. "Fuck. Your pussy is so...goddam...delicious." he growls as he licks your pussy again. His tongue ventures up to your ass and he pushes two fingers into your cunt to stimulate your g-spot. He knows when he's found it because the tone of your whimpers changes to deep animalistic grunts.

Now he has to be inside you again. He tears his fingers away and slams his cock into you again. He doesn't give you time to adjust. He can't contain himself any longer, and he snaps his hips hard against you.

"Play with your yourself babygirl. Play with your clit. Make yourself come. I wanna feel you come all over me." he says desperately.

You reach between your legs and rubbed circles on your sensitive clit, as your face gets pushed further and further into the mattress. His cock feels so big inside you, reaching deeper than any you've had before. Oh and the way he snaps his hips has you teetering on the edge. Closer. Closer. Then you feel yourself fall apart. You sob loudly as your clamp down around his cock.

"Yes... I feel it... I feel you, babygirl....Fuck, gonna cum too...ngh..." Chan's breath catches in his throat, then he whimpers, almost crying as he empties himself into the condom.

After a few sloppy thrusts, he pulls out and flops down next to you. Both taking some time to recover from what just happened.

You roll onto your side and looked down his face. "Thank you, Channie." You smile and kiss him sweetly. "I'm gonna go take a shower now." You suck on your lower lip and tilt your head to the side. "You care to join me?"

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scholastic-dragon · 9 months

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I think this is the third post I promised in the poll lmao, I've been all over the place recently. Yall better get ready though cause I'm planning something big for my birthday in two weeks. 🫢

Also my dumbass did not proofread so if anything is off I am sorry

Wanna Ride?

Mirage x Fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, no protection cause he's a car, using a vibrator, mirage is babygirl and I love him, PRAISE, spelling mistakes,

Slipping on your thin sweatshirt, you giggle to yourself as you grab your keys and head out of your apartment.

Rushing down the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator, you jog out to the back parking lot where you see a gray and blue striped Porsche waiting in your spot.

Hearing the big metal door close behind you, Mirage honks at you, revving his engine and opening the passenger side door for you. You skip happily and slide into the car, the seat warm against your practically bare thighs.

"Hi, baby, I missed you," You laugh, tossing your purse into the backseat. Mirage revs the engine again, his voice coming out of the radio.

"Not as much as I missed you," He pulled your seat belt on and pulled out of the parking lot, taking you deep into the quiet dark that was New York.

"So, what're we doing tonight? Your message was quite vague," You tease, watching the lights flash by, you loved late night drives.

"Well, Prime said I had patrol tonight so obviously I invited you along,"

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, leaning back in the chair and crossing your legs. "Of course, you'd do that, even though last time-"

"What was that?" He interrupts, his driving not slowing down or faltering.

You squint your eyes, looking out the windows, hoping something wasn't about to fall out of the sky towards you. "What was what?"

"Your dress," He states, you bite your lip, hands gripping the edges of your sundress, trying to hide your blush.

"It's...just an outfit," You smooth out the fabric against your thighs, folding your hands in your lap, looking out the window, hoping he wouldn't mention how red your face was.

"hmm," He hums, then cranks up the AC blowing cold air on you, making your skirt flip up, exposing your lower half.

"Mirage!"

He gasped, making your blush crawl down your neck. "You're not wearing underwear!" He laughed, the sound reverberating through the leather seats. "You dirty girl, you wanna get laid,"

"I didn't think you'd be on a mission from Optimus! I thought it was just gonna be a fun drive," You try to fight the blush and heat racing through your body but you can't.

"We can still have a fun ride," He speaks quietly, still driving down the dark streets. "Show me,"

You gawk, stuttering, feeling your hands start to shake. Biting your lip, your hands travel down your thighs, taking the edge of your dress and pulling it up to your waist. You roll your hips forward, readjusting to present yourself to him.

It felt so daring to do this, but with the rising threat to the Autobots, Mirage had his windows tinted. Thankfully, even though you were still on a main road with other cars, no one could see how far down you were slouched in your seat.

"Shit, baby, you shaved for me?" You loved how he always made you laugh, it helped lighten the mood and ease any tension you had, in all situations with him, not just sexual.

"We haven't seen each other in a few weeks, I wanted to surprise you," You mumble.

"Oh, I'm surprised alright," the glove box pops open, showing a small cardboard box and a few loose papers. "Open the box, baby,"

Leaning forward, you pull out the little box, flicking open the lid and feeling yourself get even redder.

Your vibrator sat wrapped in tissues. Taking it out, you slam the glove box shut, making him groan then laugh.

"I was looking everywhere for this!"

"Well, now you have it...why don't you show me how much you missed me?" He revs the engine, making your seat vibrate against your legs.

You smile, spreading your legs and setting the toy against your slit. Rubbing it up and down to coat the silicone tip before pressing it to your clit and turning it on.

You gasped, biting your lip to keep your noises down, gripping the seats with your other hand. Your nails digging into the leather and making Mirage groan softly.

"That's it, baby, just like that," He praised, taking a left down a side road that didn't have nearly as much traffic.

His praise and compliments always made you feel so incredibly sexy. You knew even though you couldn't see his eyes that he was watching you. It was such a strange and surreal feeling: one that was truly addicting.

Feeling yourself grow wetter and more turned on, you slipped the toy down your folds and to your entrance, feeling it pulse beneath the toy.

"Shit, baby," He swore, sounding winded.

"You like the view?" You tease, gaining a bit of confidence.

"I can feel you leaking against the seats," peering down, you see a small puddle forming between your thighs. Fuck that's hot.

"I feel like I should apologize,"

"Don't you dare," He speeds up, turning down another few winding roads, you had no idea where he was going.

You pushed the toy in about an inch inside you, mewling softly, rotating your hips on the seat. "I wish you were touching me," You sigh.

"As you wish," the glove box whirs softly, then from under the door, you see Mirage's arm emerge, his cools finger stracing your knee.

You gasp, laughing softly. "I didn't know you could do that,"

"It's a bit of a twist, but damn is it worth it," He says breathlessly. His fingers are cold and soft, the metal tickling your skin as he drags them up the inside of your legs.

Putting his hand over yours, his palm engulfing your hand and toy easily, he shuts it off and places it in the cup holder.

With his knuckle, he rubs it up and down your folds, making you moan softly, both hands gripping his seats.

"Fuck, you're soaked," He moans, his thumb pressing and rubbing small quick circles on your clit.

Taking his middle finger, he runs in down your folds before pressing it at your weeping entrance. Pushing in at a slow pace to not overwhelm you.

One of his fingers was as thick as two of yours. You moaned loudly, feeling sweat form at your temple and shoulders.

You lean forward, taking off your sweatshirt and pulling the top of your dress down, pulling your sleeves to the side to expose your blue bra.

"You like the color?" You run a hand over the lace, teasing your nipple through the fabric.

"That's my blue," He whispers in a daze.

To get back at you, he starts moving his finger, a strong even pace that has you clawing at the seat and door, trying to not scream out in the open road.

"Fuck, Mirage," You can hear the wet squelch as his finger moves in and out of your core, it's turning you on even more.

"You like this, baby?" You nod, moaning and panting. "You're doing so well, you want another one?"

"Yes,"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'd like another finger in me," You're too close to cumming to care how desperate you sound.

Pulling his finger out almost all the way, he lines up his ring finger, pushing against your slit and letting your wetness drip down onto his fingers. Then he pushed forward, being slow and careful, but still making sure it felt good.

When you hissed in pain at the second knuckle, his thumb pressed and rubbed your clit. You threw your head back, feeling your stomach tighten, a band pulling in your core.

"Please, Mirage," You moan.

"Please what, baby?" He pulls out onto a dirt road, going along a quiet neighborhood.

"Please let me come," You beg.

"Oh. You're gonna cum?" He teases, moving his fingers and clit in a maddening rhythm. "You gonna cum all over my seats? Squirt and stain the leather?"

Fuck, you loved it when he talked like this. You moaned loudly, feeling the band grow taught, his fingers squelched as he finger-fucked you hard.

He curled his fingers, pressing them against your g-spot and pressing his thumb against your clit, rubbing harshly.

"Mirage!" You scream, feeling the band snap and your vision go black. Sound faded out, nothing mattered except the amazing feeling of cumming around his fingers.

Your back arches before setting against the leather, panting heavily. Opening your eyes, you see that he's stopped.

You're in a garage, you're not where but it looks abandoned, it was dim and dusty.

"You alright, baby?" He removed his fingers, rubbing the back of his hand against the expanse of your thighs.

"Yeah, that was just a big one," You laugh, unbuckling and opening the door. On shaking legs, you roll your shoulders hearing the classic mechanical whirring of Mirage transforming.

As you turn around, he's already coming at you. One hand cups the side of your face, and the other wraps around your waist, pulling you up and pushing you against his chest.

He kisses you hungrily, moaning and groaning into your mouth. Even with metallic lips, they were smooth and warm, not in a way you understood, but appreciated nonetheless.

He lifts your feet off the ground, swallows your gasp, and pushes you against a wide support pillar.

"Do you know who's garage this is?" You pant in between kisses.

"Nope," He smiles against your lips, moving down and nipping at your neck.

He doesn't have normal saliva, but his mouth does produce some spit like substance. It doesn't have a taste but leaves little tingles on your lips and skin.

"Mirage, I need you," You pant, your arms clawing down the smooth metal.

"Shit, hold on," He moans, his arms dropping your your waist, then suddenly he's on his knees and lifting your body up the pillar.

"Mirage!" You gasp, your hands holding onto his large metallic head.

He leans in, running his tongue along your folds, moaning loudly, his hands moving from your waist to under your thighs, keeping you fully supported above him.

You feel the strange layers of metal that make up his tongue, you don't have time to think about it more when you feel it pressing at your entrance.

He puts just the tip in, then licks up to your clit, giving it a little suck, then going back down, over and over again.

"Baby, baby," you pant, your hips rolling against his face. "I'm gonna cum," You whine.

He sucks your clit one last time, not hard enough for you to cum, then stands up, hauling you up and bending you over one of the old cars.

It had a thick layer of dust and looked like it hadn't been driven in decades.

Mirage pulls your dress up, keeping a hand on your lower back to keep you bent. You hear more shifting and whirring before feeling something hot and smooth rub against your thighs.

You moan, arching your back. He chuckles quietly from behind you. "You want this spike, baby?"

Oh, he must be just as desperate as you, he normally uses the "human" version of body parts as you called it. Spike was one that honestly fit.

He pumps himself, then slaps his tip against your folds, making you jump and squirm.

"Mirage, please," he eases himself inside, moaning loud as you. God, he's huge, in all sense of the word.

He pushes in until his cool hips are flush to yours, then leans over your shaking body. One hand gripping your hip and the other just above your head.

"Can....can I move?" He pants, you feel his legs shaking behind you.

"Yes, baby, fuck me,"

He pulls almost all the way out just to slam back in, strong hard snaps of his hips that have you moaning and crying in this random person's garage.

With your face pressed against the dirty car, you reach an arm up toward his hand. Your fingers curling around his, he lifts his hand and engulfs yours, squeezing firmly.

"F...frag," Mirage grits out, his hips moving faster. You'd laugh at the Cybertroian swear if you weren't on the verge of another orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," You cry, lifting your hips up slightly. His fingers are digging into your hips, you can feel little pin pricks and know they'll be bruised in the morning.

"Yes, yes, please overload with me," He leans down, pressing his face into your neck, hips moving at an erratic fast pace. "Overload....with....me!" He slips his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing with the same pace as his thrusts.

You buck and moan and cum around him, feeling his hand grip yours tighter, feeling him fill you, his hips bucking into you deeply. He raises up on his tiptoes, curling in further around you, pumping until he was spent.

He sighs, stopping his hips and lowering back onto flat feet. He kisses and nips at your neck.

"You alright, baby?" He rubs his nose on your cheek.

"Yeah," You giggle. "Yeah, I'm alright,"

He straightens up, rubbing your hips and back in soothing circles. "Sorry, I didn't ask before overloading in you,"

"It's alright, baby, it's not like you can get me pregnant," You both laugh softly.

He pulls out and pulls the edge of your dress down, helping you stand on shaking legs. You stand on shaking legs, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes, hands on his chest you lean up into a kiss.

"I love you, baby," You whisper.

"Love you, too," He mumbles against your lips, holding you close to his spark.

#HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA #i wrote this thing WEEEKS AGO #like when rotb first came out #but then he came in third in the poll lmao #transformers #transformers fanfiction #tf #transformers rise of the beasts #tf rotb #transformers rotb #mirage #tf mirage #tf rotb mirage #mirage rotb #mirage x reader #rotb mirage x reader #it is my works

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 19 days

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girl like you 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as kidnapping, marital discord, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: a fight with your husband leads to an unexpected situation.

Characters: Lee Bodecker, Jake Jensen

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

"Marge," you struggle to keep the exasperation from your voice, "that's not how it works. It's a civil dispute, not criminal--"

"They signed a contract," the blonde dictator bites back at you.

"Right, and we're going through the appropriate channels to have there violations dealt with--"

"Ugh, whatever," she throws the folder at you, "shoulda know better. I heard you never even passed the bar."

You catch the file before the papers can flutter out. You scowl at her as she pushes her hands out in frustration and stomps her pink heel. You pinch your cheeks between your teeth. You never got to take the bar, you got married. Like her. Maybe you should ask about the dust on her English degree.

"And that lipstick is tacky. It looks awful with your skin tone," she snarls as she rams a manicured nail in your direction, huffing and spin, taking off like a tornado towards the rest of the doll-like HOA clones.

You look down as you shuffle the papers straight and shrug. You've never quite fit in. This place is like high school 2.0. You never have the right clothes or the right makeup, and no matter how much you primp, your hair just won't behave. You don't know why you bother.

Well, it's something to do. A hobby in your mostly empty life. Brock promised you it wouldn't be like this. To his defence, you're the idiot who believed him.

Your husband hasn't exactly kept his promises, has he? You leave through the gate, not bothering with the niceties. You're certain your dismissal was thoroughly witnessed. Besides, the meeting is as good as done.

You wait by the curb, a text sent to Brock. Your feet kill in these slingbacks. You hate those as much as you hate the mascara that makes your lashes stick.

The black car comes down the street and you open the door, dropping inside with a puff. You rest the folder in your lap and roll your eyes back against a repressed yawn. You shut the door and buckle your belt.

"Hey, honey," you greet your husband. "How was your day?"

"Busy," Brock answers curtly.

"Oh, did you have dinner? I left it in the oven to reheat--"

"Your my wife, you're the one who warms my dinner," he insists.

Your nostrils flare and you look away. This is exactly what you dreaded the day you accepted that ring. All those years of schooling and you threw it away for an empty vow.

"Alright, I'll turn the stove on when I get in--"

"How was it? You're early. You didn't stay for drinks?"

"I'm tired."

"So? Five years and what do you have to show for it? Like I wanna hear about those dumb bitches at the barbecue? No, I wanna hear about my wife. About everything she's doing for the neighbourhood."

"Don't talk like that," your murmur. If he thinks they're dumb, what does he think of you?

"Don't tell me what to do," he snorts, "you know, you might be a little happier if you put in a little effort. Not like I don't bust my ass so you can buy nice dresses and yet you're still wearing this."

He reaches over and tugs your skirt. It's one of your favourite dresses. You don't see an issue with it, other than it might be a bit past its prime. Besides, he does make a lot of money but you're the one who counts it and makes sure the bills get paid. There isn't room for you to buy Chanel.

"Sorry," you mutter towards the window.

"Don't be sorry, do better," he rolls the steering wheel as he rolls around the cul de sac.

Your chest sinks and your lip twitches. Do better. You're tired of hearing that. You're tired of trying. You're just tired.

"Stop the car," you demand as you sit up.

"What?" He scoffs.

"Stop the car and let me out--"

"We're almost home."

"I said let me out of the car," you snarl, "now!"

He slams on the breaks so hard, you nearly smack into the dashboard. You hit the button on the seat belt and let it rebel. You grab the folder and throw it on the dash so the pages scatter.

"You can turn a fucking dial," you snip and push the door open.

He catches your arm, his grip tight and unbending, "where are you going?"

"I don't know. Anywhere but here."

"Don't be fucking stupid, get back in the car," he commands.

"Let go!"

"You're being stupid--"

"Like always, right?" You spit at him and wriggle free, his nails scratching you hotly. "I'm done. I can't make you happy and I'm tired of trying."

You get out and swing the door shut. You grip the strap of your purse, still hooked over your shoulder, and turn on your heel. You click down the sidewalk as he revs and jolts forward, following you.

"Babe, get back in the car," he calls through the window.

You ignore him and stomp on, nearly bending your ankle as you do.

"Stop PMSing and get in the damn car!" He speeds up, almost driving past you, "don't make me tell you again."

You keep quiet and march on. His brakes scrape to a halt and the car door opens and closes. You hear him behind you. You speed up to evade him.

"You always gotta make everything a fucking task--"

He grabs onto your purse and yanks you back, nearly knocking you on your ass. You cry out and face him, tugging on the bag as you play tug-of-war on the sidewalk. The sudden woop startles both of you and the purse drops to the ground.

You look over as the cruiser pulls up. You know the car number and the face above the wheel. The same on that patrols the suburb. The HOA buys Sheriff Bodecker a special Christmas turkey every year and several other throughout to mark even the most redundant holidays. He's firmly in the pocket of the Stepford robots.

"Everything okay over here?" Bodecker drawls as he rolls down his window.

"Yes," Brock answers in tandem with your "no."

Your husband sighs, "just a marital spat, sir, you know how it is."

You grimace and shake your head. You pick up the purse as Brock looms close, "nothing to worry about Sheriff," you stand and swoop the bag over your elbow. "Thanks."

"Babe," Brock says, "let's go home."

"No," you retort and turn around, continuing on your way.

You hear a footstep and another wail of the cruiser's siren, "sir, I'm gonna have to ask you not to follow the lady. She said no. She probably just needs to cool off."

You shake your head and continue on. Brock's voice croaks but he can't summon words. He growls and backs off.

As you continue down the block, tires slowly turn on the tarmac and you glance over at the sheriff keeps a light foot on the gas, "ma'am, you wanna get in? I'll take ya to the station to settle your mind."

"It's fine, sheriff," you say, "thank you."

"Now, miss, I don't mean to frighten you but I gotta," he insists, "I can't just drive off in case your husband decides to follow. I only wanna get you outta the way do he don't do anything dumb."

"Sheriff, I--" you stop and your soles aches from the high arches of your shoes, "he wouldn't..."

"Y'all were pretty heated back there," he says, "I'm not saying what would happen, but I'd feel better knowin' you're not wandering the streets alone."

You chew your tongue and look back and forth. Brock watches from down the street, leaning on his car. You know he's just waiting for Bodecker to take off so he can do exactly what the policeman suggests.

"Thank you, sir," you step towards the curb, "I appreciate that."

"Anything for a good lady like yerself," he nods, "'fraid you're gonna have to ride piggy back though."

He shifts into park and gets out. He opens the back door and you teeter at the edge of the pavement. You never pictured yourself in the back of a police car but it's preferable to the alternative.

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