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fleuraimer · 5 months

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hi girlies :)). i've got another breeding blurby to share, thank ms. bubbles @harrysonlylover.

wc: 1.6k

cw: talk of menstrual and ovulation cycle, smut, minors dni, 17+, breeding kink, and more. not proofread.

Some people might say that the extent of his knowledge and control over Y/N’s life is not healthy. They might even suggest that his possessive behavior is a red flag, too. The constant messaging, always knowing her location, who she’s with, when she’s with them, why, how…

They didn’t tend to think of it that way. Love comes in all forms and theirs is… different.

Y/N likes being controlled. She wants him to know everything about her. She fucking craves the comfort of being taken care of for the price of absolutely nothing.

Well, maybe a few things.

Her obedience, for one, was expected (required). Her honesty, and loyalty. Her submission, too (although, sometimes, he liked to submit to her).

They’d found a simple way of living on some inherit, basic principles.

One, Y/N loved to be taken care of.

Two, he loved to take care of her.

So that was that. He was controlling, and she reveled in the power imbalance, and they didn’t care if others didn’t understand it, or like it, or even respect it. It was theirs, and it was enough.

It was fucking perfect.

One of the many ways he kept a tight leash on Y/N’s life was by tracking her menstrual cycle. He liked being ahead of the game—warm bath with waterlily scented suds ready for when she arrived home after her courses, her favorite sweet treats scattered across the kitchen island, Gilmore Girls queued up on his laptop, candles lit and heating pad at attention. Keeping track of her period meant knowing other things, intuitively, too. Like knowing that her cramps were worst on the first few days ( they were horrendous the last days too, though), that she’s more cuddly and soft than irritable or grumpy, that if she was too— no, severely stressed, overworking herself mentally, emotionally, and physically, she’d more likely than not work herself into a dreadful tizzy and end up intensifying (or even sometimes missing) her cycle.

Like now.

The poor thing, she was curled up in a frail little ball by end of the night every day this past week, deadlines looming over her head like a dark, rainy cloud as midterms approach. And, stubborn angel girl she is, she doesn’t bleat and moan about it to him. She doesn’t weep into his chest about how difficult this time is the way he encourages her to. She holds her chin high until the sun falls from the sky, her perseverance going with it, the stars and moon left to keep her and her misery company. And him, of course.

So, before the height of her period—when the red devil actually rears her ugly little head instead of inspiring trepidation of the inevitable with sore tits, an achy spine, and mental anguish—he thinks he’ll treat her a bit. And perhaps himself, as well (what? periods meant ovulating, and ovulating meant a lot of things).

———

Y/N’s head is quiet for the first time in days, and it’s all because of him.

As if anyone else could do what he does for her.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers in the place he’s nuzzled into her neck, littered with love bites and bruises. His cock is stuffed in her drippy pussy, stretching her deliciously over his thick, lengthy girth; his strong, beefy arms trapping her body to his like a vice.

Cowgirl usually makes Y/N’s thighs sore, but he’d taken the liberty of doing all the work tonight. He was in no mood for teasing, nor mocking or degrading. She wasn’t his whore tonight, just his girl. His soft, gorgeous, sensitive girl that deserved a sweet fucking after all the tears she’d choked down this week.

She needed a good cry.

“My little pillow princess, Yeah?” He mumbles, peaking up at her sluggish form. She’s slumped into him, head lain on his shoulder uselessly, hands gripping the tight Henley he’d neglected to rid himself of in the rush of their lustrous dance. She manages a nod, however, lazy and slow, but, somehow, still urgent. Frantic. In the glow of her eye, he can see, she adores that idea. “Yeah,” He nods, gripping the soft curve of her jaw to move her head with him, “My girl.”

She whimpers, but doesn’t speak. Too exhausted, too sedated. His cum is addicting, and if it were a drug, she’d inject it right into her veins (up her cunt).

Her arms wind around his neck, fingers spreading through the curly, sweaty tendrils of hair at the nape. Her nails tickle him, in the best way, only adding to the allure of her being. Of her mere presence.

Her hips swivel, rocking against his to create a mind-numbing sensation that has them both mewling. His cock stretches her out and fills her up completely, felt in the deepness of her tummy. Her lashes flutter when she feels him twitch inside of her, a sign that he’s close (she’d realize that she’s much closer if she had the brain capacity to think of anything other than him).

The thought—of his cum filling her to the point of spilling around their joined parts, a filthy mess between their legs—makes her dizzy. Eager. She’d been good, so good, this week, hadn’t she?

Fed herself, cleaned herself, went to class on time, even though school made her unpleasantly weak in the knees. She studied every day for at least three hours at the library, before trudging home with bleary eyes and a foggy head, only to do more studying.

She deserved a treat, right? A reward for staying in line, for not being bratty or whiny when he was busy and all she wanted was for her brain to shut off.

Now, with the opportunity before her (to go totally brain-dead, that is), she refuses to not seize the moment.

“Come,” she says suddenly, catching him mildly off guard.

Oh? She wanted to order him around?

“Please.”

Oh. Guess not.

“Please, please, come, Sir, I want it, so fucking bad,” she whines, mouthing at the chain sitting delicately across his neck. It’s nearly out of place; something so frail and pretty looks almost comical gracing his large, stocky figure. Perhaps that’s how those judgy people saw them, out of place.

She didn’t care though, she thought it looked nice on him. He made it look nice. Made it better, just like he makes everything better.

“Wan’ me t’a stuff you up, Babydoll?” he grunts, thankful that she’d somehow picked up on his primitive, feral need. Or maybe she just wanted it just as bad. “Fill you with my come and make you m’messy girl?”

“Yes, please,” she cries faintly, her lips brushing the shell of his ear, hiding her face in his neck as the tears finally start to flow.

How precious.

“Okay,” he sighs, his hands trailing from her hips to the plush, full of her ass. “I’ll fill y’up, Sugar.” He lifts her up, letting his cock slip from her fluttering hole to the tip— less than the tip. He smears himself onto her clit, making her jolt, and spanks her in reprimand. “Stay still for Daddy,” he scolds softly. “Lemme do my job.”

She cries pitifully when her thrusts back inside, hard. And he doesn’t lighten up. Not in the slightest. He pounds his cock into her small pussy, chasing his orgasm, trying to claim hers, bullying his way through her tight snatch to find them.

“Play with your pouty clit, Doll,” he offers. “Wan’ y’to come with me; cream my fat cock, Baby.”

Y/N does not need to be told twice.

One hand drops from the back of his head to toy with her swollen button, and it takes three weak twirls of her delicate fingers to get her there. He’s not far behind, nuzzling into her neck once more, mirroring her own position on top of him, groaning out profanities as his orgasm washes over him, from his head to the tips of his toes. He continues to drill his cock into her until his legs give out, trembling beneath her own.

They pant heavily, in unison, into each others necks as they start to come down.

He feels good, accomplished. He can feel that satisfaction rolling off of his girl in waves—felt it throughout their soft session—and it was more than enough to keep him happy. His orgasm was just a much appreciated bonus.

And Y/N… she feels great. Cunt clenching over his half-hard cock, full of him, literally, in every way she could be. Thoughts silenced and replaced with rose hued daydreams, floaty, fuzzy sensations that tingle through her entire body and make her slightly sluggish, slow. She feels fucking amazing.

“Hope it takes…” she admits softly, absently. The phrase slips off of her tongue without thought (we’ve established that their are none left in that subby head of hers), and her tone suggests she’s not expecting a reaction.

He gives her one, anyway.

“Say that again,” he demands, grip on her ass tightening, his voice grumbly, deep, shooting a shiver up her spine.

“Huh?”

“Tell Daddy what the fuck you just said, Babydoll.”

Her eyes round out even more, if possible, lips parted, gazing owlishly. Stupidly.

“Said, ‘I hope it takes,’ Daddy,” She whimpers quietly, squeezing around his, once again, stiff prick.

“Shit,” he hisses, eyes fluttering.

It’s like she wanted to stay locked on his cock all night.

…Oh well.

So be it.

“It’ll take, Sugar,” he says after a few moments of tense silence, shifting her up gently, manhandling her with a softness that makes her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. He presses a chaste kiss to her mouth, sweet. Contradictory.

“Daddy’ll make it take.”

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heytheredelulu · 13 days

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ready to comply part 2? 👉👈

As you wish!

I may have left this one on a cliff hanger as well. 🫣

I’M SORRY! I was just having so much fun I had to leave it open in case there was interest for a part three. ❤️

Ready to Comply - Part Two

Requested by @littleone2001

Soldat!Bucky Barnes x PlusSized!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

ALL OF MY WORK IS 18+

C/W: Language, discussion/implications of violence and murder, gun play (sorry, not sorry), unprotected sex, rough sex, a lil boob slap (once, because I had to), spanking, fingering (f receiving), anal fingering (f receiving), brief discussion of kidnapping/making reader his sex slave

✏️ A/N at the end.

“All I can smell is how wet you are.”

Oh fuck.

You muster up a small, broken sound from your chest when the realization finally hits you that your desire is overwhelming Bucky’s senses to the point that he’s struggling just to think.

“I-“

His fingers hook beneath the saturated fabric of your panties, his fingers grazing against your folds and igniting a heat in your body that sets your nerves on fire.

He tears them away, reducing them to a tattered rag in his fist which he brings to his nose and inhales deeply before he discards them to the floor with a growl.

He forces your thick thighs apart, spreading you open with his trembling fingers to observe your tight, wet hole as it clenches desperately around nothing.

“Fuck!”

His breath catches in his chest and he stumbles back, withdrawing the gun from his shoulder holster and brandishing it at you.

Your eyes widen as you snap your legs shut, raising your hands defensively and shrinking back in horror.

Bucky steps forward and presses the barrel of the gun against your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I’m sorry.” He chokes out.

“You’re going to kill me.” You whisper, fear taking hold as your eyes screw shut and a tear slips down your cheek.

He shakes his head slowly, tracing the cool metal of his weapon along your jawline. “No, I ain’t gonna kill you. Not yet.”

Your eyes open, your expression twisting into one of confusion. “Then why.. why are you sorry?”

He sets his jaw, lifting his left hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Because I’m gonna hurt you.” He rasps.

Your brows knit in concern. “What do y-“

Bucky cuts you short, replying only by dipping his gun between your legs, pressing it firmly against your bare, weeping cunt.

Your entire body seizes in terror but as he drags the cool, hard weapon along your slick folds, the fear gives way to something else entirely.

“You don’t wanna hurt me..” You say slowly, carefully, biting back a moan as the barrel of the gun grazes across your clit.

“But I do.” He taunts, pulling the gun away and gripping your jaw with bruising force. He presses it to your mouth, your slick coating the metal and wetting your bottom lip. “Open.” He growls, leaving you little choice with how hard he’s holding your chin. He forces the gun into your mouth, your eyes wide in apprehension. “Suck.” He demands, pressing it down on your tongue. You swirl your tongue around it, tasting yourself on the bitter metal. He groans, withdrawing it harshly from your mouth with a string of spittle and tucking it back into its holster.

“I’m gonna fuck you. And it’s gonna hurt.” He mutters, his calloused fingers moving to unbuckle his belt.

“Bucky y-“ He pinches your cheeks together painfully in his metal hand, effectively silencing you.

“Quit fuckin’ calling me that!” He snaps, using his grip on your jaw to yank you forward to him.

“Soldat.” He corrects in a menacing tone, nodding your head for you to ensure you understood.

“That is my name. I suggest you remember it, because you’re about to be screaming it.”

He releases your face harshly, reaching to pull his hard, thick cock from his jeans and spitting into his palm. He curls his hand around his impressive length and pumps himself lazily from base to tip, rubbing his thumb roughly over the slit and smearing beads of precum along his shaft to mingle with his saliva.

Your eyes follow every stroke of his hand as he closes in on you, your brain working to comprehend just how in the hell your body was going to accommodate his size.

He’s right. This is going to hurt.

He clutches the neckline of your dress with his free hand, ripping and tearing the fabric until you’re bared to him and he kneads at your breast roughly pinching the pebbled flesh of your nipple harshly between his fingers, drawing a small cry from you.

“Buc-“ You stammer.

He slaps your tit hard and you wince from the sting as it radiates across the tender flesh of your ample breast.

“Soldat.” He growls through clenched teeth, hiking your legs to rest your heels on his shoulders and tilting your pelvis upwards as he lines himself up with your aching entrance.

You suck in a sharp breath as the crown of his cock breeches your tight, wet hole and you writhe underneath him against the sting as he splits you open, stretching your cunt and filling you in a way you’ve never experienced.

A shameless moan erupts from your throat when he begins to snap his hips, fucking into you with a merciless rhythm. What was once pain is quickly building into pleasure and your back arches up off the desk.

“So fucking tight.” He grunts, his heavy sack swinging with every deep thrust into your dripping cunt. His jaw clenches and he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your thighs, spreading you wider as he tucks his chin to watch himself disappear into your wet heat with a predatory gaze.

Pleasure builds in your abdomen and you rock your hips to meet his hungry thrusts, biting down on your bottom lip as his thick cock massages your inner walls. The corners of his mouth twitch as if he’s biting back a smirk when he registers you eagerly moving in sync with him. He snakes a hand down between you, tracing his fingers along the girth of his cock where he’s filling you and gathers your slick along his fingertips, raising his hand and spreading his fingers to admire the sheen of your wetness with a thoughtful expression.

Without warning he withdraws, leaving you desperate and empty when he lets your right leg drop and curls his hand around your left ankle, flipping you hard onto your stomach. He grabs your hips and yanks you backwards towards him so you’re bent over your desk with the lip of it biting into your pelvis. He delivers a harsh smack to your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hand, then dipping his head down to suck a bruise into the skin before biting down hard into your plump cheek. You yelp and raise yourself up on your palms, but Bucky splays a large, calloused hand across your back, forcing you back down and kicking your legs wider with the toe of his boot.

He plunges two fingers in your thoroughly fucked hole, coating them in your arousal before withdrawing them and sinking his cock back into your swollen cunt. Strangled noises of pleasure catch in your throat and you push your hips back greedily to meet him, your walls throbbing around him as ruts into you, his balls slapping against your clit and sending shockwaves through you with every brutal thrust.

He spreads your ass cheeks roughly, teasing his wet index finger along your backside, circling your puckered hole and causing you to squirm. He presses into you, working his finger in sync with his hips, massaging it into you until you manage to take him to the knuckle and he lets out a satisfied groan that you nearly drown out in your own wanton moan.

“Fuck.” He rasps out, pain blooming as he moves to add a second finger. You cry out at the intrusion, your hands clenching into fists above your head and your nails biting into your palms as he rocks his fingers into you, scissoring you open.

You thought you’d been full when it was only his cock but fuck, were you wrong.

It was too much.

It was too good.

The tension wound tight in your abdomen finally snaps and you completely shatter.

A choked sob rips from your throat and your pussy spasms, your walls fluttering around his cock and your asshole contracting around his fingers as you scream, your orgasm tearing through you with enough force to make your head spin and your ears ring.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He slips his fingers from your tight hole, grabbing hold of your hips with both hands and slamming into you with unrelenting force, fucking you through each wave of euphoria as they crashed over you in succession.

“I’m gonna tell them I killed you.” He grunts, his cock kissing your cervix. “So no one will ever come looking for you.”

You mumble incoherently, tears of ecstasy staining your cheeks as you lay limp in the wake of your earth shattering release while he continues to pound into you at a steady pace.

“I think I’ll keep you tied to my bed.” He whispers in a menacing tone, his thrusts growing frantic as he chases his impending orgasm. “I’m gonna fuck every hole in your body, every day, until you can’t fucking take it anymore.”

Bucky snaps his hips forward in one last powerful thrust and then stills, shouting a string of curses as his cock pulses and he pulls your plump ass flush to his pelvis, emptying himself deep inside of you.

He tilts his head back, his chest rising and falling erratically and then pulls out, staggering back as you rise up and turn to face him with flushed cheeks and hair slicked against your sweaty forehead.

“Get dressed.” He orders, tugging his jeans up and fastening his belt. “You’re coming with me.”

You nod and move on weak knees, feeling his cum slowly leaking from your cunt as you gather your blazer. He watches you carefully as you pull it on, buttoning it in an attempt to cover your naked body.

Bucky holds out his hand impatiently and you take it, cautiously moving closer to him, your thighs sticky as they rub together with every step you take.

You place a palm flat against his chest and he looks down at you with his brows furrowed in confusion at your gentle gesture before you rise up on your tiptoes, pressing your mouth against his. He stiffens momentarily but quickly reciprocates, his tongue teasing at your bottom lip in a silent demand to deepen the kiss. You comply, moving your tongue slowly against his in a sensual dance and tracing your hands along his broad chest as you lean further into him.

When you break the kiss abruptly and step back out of his embrace, he blinks in bewilderment before his face contorts into rage as he registers that he’s staring into the barrel of his own gun.

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A/N: My husband gave me so much shit for this while I was writing it: tHiS iSnT cAnOn, BuCkY wOuLdNt Do ThAt, iT dOeSnT mAkE sEnSe

Look, I know. It’s a fanfic, it’s AU, it’s not canon.

Anyway, now I’m really anxious about posting this, worried that it won’t meet your expectations. So I hope you enjoy so I can tell my husband to suck it. 😈

💋Sj

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harry-styles-obsessed · 19 days

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Silent treatment

You all seem to love the smut sooo I decided why not get ✨extra✨ smutty and give you something else(; MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Harry’s a billionaire. He’s been working 24/7 not giving you any attention like you often experience with him… one day he comes home and expects you to be all lovey dovey only to learn that you’re ignoring him… one way or another he’ll have to get your attention and earn it.

Trigger warnings: dominant harry, slight aggression, oral fem receiving, fingering, spanking, p in v, C word, edging, denial, orgasm control, degrading, kinda mean! Harry just general smutty things

©️Please do not copy or translate my work

“I’m home” his voice was loud and clear as it echoed around the silent home, usually there would be music playing or the tv on but there was nothing… only silence… “baby?” He questioned looking around “sweetheart where are you?” He checked the living room, kitchen, bathroom before headed upstairs checking all of upstairs before finding you in your and his shared bedroom “there you are my love,” he spoke with a smile gazing at you. You laid on the bed wearing a silk robe that barely covered your nude body— he stared at you, watching you read the story, him watching as your fingertips began turning the pages little by little and soon he was noticing that you were blatantly ignoring him. His brows furrowed slightly “earth to y/n?” He wore a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and black trousers to match it, his hands soon resting on his hips “alright what’s going on?” He questioned watching as your eyes eventually moved to look at him, only earning an eye roll from you before you looked back at your book.

He slowly walked closer to you before stopping just beside the bed staring down at you “you know I can get you to talk… and when I make you talk… force you to talk to me I won’t stop.” His words were menacing, underlined with a certain dangerous tone but you still continued to ignore him. He was never aggressive with you, even in bed he was rarely aggressive or even vicious but that all changed rather suddenly. He perched on the edge of the bed as he stared at you, before slowly tracing his fingertip from your exposed thigh and up to the inner seam of the nightgown that barely covered you, before with his free hand he snatched the book from you making your lips part your brows furrowing as you grew slightly annoyed before trying to snatch the book back with a few huffs and grunts only for him to toss the book onto the floor, his hand then effortlessly grabbing onto both your wrists and pinning your wrists down above your head a small gasp coming from your mouth and he stared down at you with a small smirk

“Now will you tell me what’s earned me the treatment of being ignored?” He questioned raising his brows watching as you just stared at him silently yet some excitement lingered in your eyes showing you liked where this was going, but at the same time you had no clue what he was going to do to you. You felt his free hand trace shapes into your inner thigh a shaky breath coming from you as he kept his eyes on you, before his finger trailed to your aching heat that was gradually growing wetter and wetter just from the thoughts spiralling round your head. He slowly dipped his fingertip in between your pussy lips using his index finger and thumb to slowly part them as he gazed down at you watching as you wriggled slightly a small whine coming from your lips “oh… that’s what makes you weak?” He mused with a evident smirk before he hummed still keeping a hold of your wrists not allowing you to move as he soon thrusted his long slender finger into your tight cunt, the gruelling and punishing pace of his finger thrusting in and out of you constantly at such a perfect angle making his finger touch against your G-spot over and over again, watching your reactions— all of them— the way you threw your head back and panted struggling to stay quiet as moans and whines came from you.

Soon he slipped in a second finger as he curled both fingers deep within your tight heat, your hips jolting weakly as eventually you couldn’t help but cry out his name his thumb drawing slow circles against your clit forcing your hips to buck over and over, the pleasure forcing the sounds and cries from you as you moaned his name. “There we go… not so quiet after all hm? Told you, you couldn’t stay quiet. I know how to make you tick.” His lips curled upwards in a small grin as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The pace of his fingers and the delicate curl of his fingers that drove you utterly insane had your walls clenching down around his fingers over and over again, and upon hearing your moans and whines grow louder and the way your walls massaged his fingers and twitched against them he didn’t stop- no- he continued going

“You want to cum, hm?” He cooed to you watching as you nodded “oh yeah? Yeah I’m sure you do darling… do you think you deserve to cum?” He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you keeping up the quick pace watching as you nodded pathetically before he without much warning pulled his fingers from your drenched hole. “Well, I beg to differ sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.” He spoke simply as you whined and whimpered, your thighs trembling ever so slightly.

“If you talk to me I’ll let you cum.” He spoke teasingly and you whimpered “why, were you giving me the silent treatment, hm?” He asked softly but he had a pretty good idea. “Is it because you’re a fucking slut in need of a good fucking?” His words made you whimper and you nodded your head over and over again “oh is that so you naughty girl” he chuckled softly “please- please need to cum.. need to feel good… please Harry… please..” he tutted slightly as he stared at you before he slowly let go of your hands but your wrists remained weakly laid against the pillow, before he slowly leaned in closer to you “no.” He spoke softly as he shook his head, denying you of it before he stood up from the bed analysing you- studying all of you before he smirked slightly

“Roll over. Onto your tummy.” He demanded, watching as you just remained still and he stared at you unimpressed “three, two–“ and finally you obeyed rolling onto your tummy. He then knelt down onto the bed his large hands slowly stroking over your ass cheeks slowly and gently “you want my attention…. Is that your issue? Needy for my attention and love?” He spoke watching you nod and he hummed “use your words.” He demanded. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and he smiled “right…” he trailed off hands continuing to stroke against your ass cheeks gently, the silence deafening as he remained silent for a few moments before finally bringing his hand down against your ass cheek smacking your ass hard, the harshness of it leaving a very visible red handprint as you whimpered Harry doing the exact same thing again in the same exact place making you moan “oh my pretty girl likes being spanked does she? Oh of course you do. Such a dirty pathetic slut.”

You moaned heavily as he continued to slap your ass multiple times, before he aimed his hits from where your asscheek met your thigh- slapping against the little crease watching as you jumped, only for a moan and cry to leave your lips, Harry chuckling softly “oh such a good girl hm?” His light spanks continued raining down against your skin until your ass was almost bright red. He smoothed his hands against the marks against your ass and smiled listening to you whimper as he soothed the stinging skin, but that didn’t last long as without much warning he pulled you so your hips were dangling off of the edge of the bed, and he easily flipped you around so you were now looking at him “harry please I need to cum. Please.. I can’t take it anymore..” you moaned out desperately.

“Y/n… I want you to beg me… beg me and maybe I’ll let you cum this time.” He spoke and you nodded fervently “don’t stop begging.” He spoke simply before his lips and tongue attached to your clit, beginning to suck the bud in between his lips suckling against it as he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves watching as your hips twitched desperately a cry leaving your lips as you panted “please! Please! I want to cum! Please! I’ll be a good girl for you! Please!” You began begging over and over again, mindlessly, not thinking straight as the pleasure overwhelmed your head your breathing heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut your walls clenching around nothing as he continued to lather his tongue all over your hungry pussy. As his tongue continued teasing against your clit, he lifted his head stopping the pleasure making you cry out “shhh…. Y/n reach down. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Harry demanded and as if a puppeteer was controlling your hand you dipped your hand down to your aching pussy. He watched as your fingers began thrusting deep within your cunt over and over again your hips jerking as your moans grew louder, he just watched as you toyed with yourself, his hand drawing circles into your clit as you continued moaning desperately. You were a mess for him and Harry loved it… he loved how messy you were for him and as your moans grew louder and he watched your pussy clenched around your fingers he quickly grabbed your wrist forcing it to halt, stopping your movement

“How badly do you need to cum?” He spoke teasingly, and you whimpered “so bad please… please… I’ll let you do anything… please!” Harry’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw slightly before humming “good response.” He then pulled your hand from your pussy and instead replaced it with his own, his long fingers pumping in and out of you at a merciless pace as his tongue and lips began toying with your clit as screams of euphoria began leaving your lips, your sensitive clit even more sensitive from him toying with it his movement remaining fast as your body reacted to each feeling “c’mon.. c’mon… cum on my fingers… c’mon… cum right fucking now” he demanded watching you come undone right beneath him, your jaw slackening as you tilted your head back your breathing heavy as a sharp moan left your lips your hips bucking into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm a slight bead of sweat on your forehead as you panted your eyes rolled back into the back of your head your breathing fast as you tried to calm yourself down.

Harry’s fingers eventually halted but he didn’t pull them out only curling them slowly into you over and over again constantly playing with you “you want my cock?” He asked you knowing how fuzzy your hearing was, but still you nodded desperately and he chuckled “oh my pathetic sweet darling…” he hummed out “so needy for my cock. Want me to fucking overstimulate you hm? Until you’re screaming… until you’re messy? Yeah? Oh I’ll do that just for you.” He hummed out the lewd words only turning you on further, hearing the sound of material hitting the floor before feeling his hard cock press just between your thighs, the tip of his cock teasing against your pussy lips before he began edging himself in, letting out a low groan as he began slowly fucking into you, little by little until his hips were pressed against yours, rocking lightly against you as you moaned in pleasure his moans and groans soft as he lowered his head down taking your nipple between his lips as he swirled his tongue around it, nipping at it gently as your hips bucked into his. He was ravenous for you.

Soon he had kissed you deeply just as he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of you at a merciless pace your lips parted against his as you groaned into his mouth, crying out in pleasure, Harry taking that as his chance as he slipped his tongue into your mouth— the both of you making out as he fucked you long and hard. Eventually he pulled back from the kiss, leaving a gentle but long line of saliva trailing from both your lips before it snapped and faded away as he leaned his head back, his thrusts grew harder and faster the sound of skin hitting against skin and lewd sounds echoing around the room being the only thing heard before eventually his hips jolted as you both orgasmed, his thrusts being slightly sloppy as he moaned before he kissed you again deeply keeping his lips pressed against yours as he breathed heavily, before finally pulling back “fuck… such a good girl… fucking hell… knows how to make me feel good hm…” he began trailing kisses against your neck, remaining inside of you as he just laid against your naked body, both of you nude and sweaty as he gripped onto you, his kissing soothing and loving his breathing slowly calming down before he let out a soft hum “I love you so much… but don’t ever ignore me again…” he chuckled out softly “or do… I quite liked this.” He spoke with a small smirk and you smiled lazily, leaning up to kiss his lips “I love you too…”

You both stayed in that position for a while, Harry allowing your tight pussy to massage his cock in the best ways. He could’ve stayed with you like this forever… in fact he intended to. When he fucked you like this he knew you weren’t just made for him but your body was made for him too.. maybe he was far too possessive but you were all his and he wouldn’t ever get bored of fucking you ruthlessly over and over.

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rippersz · 6 months

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(A Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader ~1.5K Word Oneshot) (NSFW: G!P; Face-Fucking; Lewd Language; Praise; Mommy Kink)

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Fuck, she felt good.

So good.

So heavenly. So right.

Even in the state she was in, moaning and huffing and growling with desire, head thrown back with her eyes bared to the ceiling. As though she was thanking the gods for your body and the pleasure you were willing to give her. No. Not give her. The pleasure you were willing to give up. That she was willing to take. Grasping your head in the way that she was, her knuckles turning red and bruised with the way she wedged them between your hair and the wall. Digging her fingers into your locks as though she’d make it to your skull if she pressed hard enough. Just keeping you there. Keeping you just right.

“Don’t move,” she panted earlier, her accent coming second to the raspy husk of her tone. So deep in pleasure she was- so lost to her own instincts.

Your poor lover. Your dear Larissa. She’d regret being so rough in a few hours, when you have trouble moving your neck and your throat is raw and scratchy - but you’ll comfort her as you always do and tell her that if she asked to do it again in a few days, you wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.

As it were, she didn’t even ask. The situation simply fell into both sets of your hands. Your pretty darling, unable to take care of herself after she got ready for the banquet, nearly out the door when the mental image of you in lingerie had her stumbling back to the bed and nearly ripping off her panties with haste to take her ecstasy into her own hands. And then you, walking into the room to grab her and greet the guests, only to find her on the side of the bed, rutting against her slim pretty fingers. She looked beautiful in her sweet flush-cheeked glory, but her palm was slippery and clumsy and she hadn’t gotten herself off in so long that you just had to help. How cruel it would have been to leave her like that.

And so, as you teased, came the escalation.

And so, as you moaned around her length, the true admittance of desire.

And so, your head pressed against the wall, your legs trembling and spread out in front of you, and the weight of her cock pressed against the back of your throat. Bullying it to bruise as she pumped her hips with unmatched strength and then held you there, her plush thighs quivering when your lips and nose pressed to the light curls at the base of her cock. Sheathing herself inside you, using you with a pathetic amount of need. Doubled over at the waist and eyes rolling back with an overwhelming- burning- amount of pleasure once your body’s instincts kick in and your throat squeezes the sensitive curve of her shaft. Constricting around her to the point where it makes you both ache and it makes your chest stutter and she’s forced to wrench herself away while pushing your head back against her fingertips, even though there’s nowhere else for you to go. Huffing and puffing and breathing so deeply while she watches you gasp for breath and shiver.

Eyes meeting while the spit from the red of your lips and the pink tip of her cock only spiderwebs and dips - not even destroyed by gravity before she’s pushing herself forward again and pressing herself to your mouth; waiting with desperate wanting eyes as you recover and open yourself up for her again. And again. And again - and again - and again. Over and over and over. Until your vision is blurred with tears, and your face is warm and stiff from some long dried and some still falling, collecting by your chin to mix with the drool that spills from your lips. A steady stream of your devotion, given and taken willingly - with enthusiastic consent as she pushed you against the wall and lined you up with her cock and you nearly fell over the edge on the spot; happy to help your darling lover. Happy to have her want you. Happy to please her and listen to her whines as she feels herself get close.

“P-please- right there- yes. T-take it. Take it. Deeper. Yesss.” Arching her back and clenching the muscles in her legs, making you moan with appreciation at the feel of her strength beneath your hands. Palms running over her calves and her shins and her thighs, desperate to make her feel good- so good. And letting your own eyes close when she leans over and whimpers, trying to control her breathing long enough to praise you. To tell you-

“Good- ungh- girl - fuck, oh gods- so- so good to me- f-for me… for- Mo-Mommy!” Both of your bodies humming with pure delight when she gives herself her honorable title, inhaling on a sharp breath before the most erotic moan slips out of her perfectly painted mouth. Red lips opening and closing, white teeth pressing together, hissing and growling as you tug her closer and keep her cock in your throat; the weight of it pressed to your tongue, the feel of it against the roof of your mouth as you try to swallow. All of it heavenly and soft and something divine as she slows down and eases herself in as far as she can go- until your chin brushes the softness of her balls and the tip of your nose prods the ticklish curls near her groin.

“Through your nose, darling,” she speaks slowly, softly, her beautiful chest rising and falling with short breaths as you do as told and take a moment to fight through the instinctive urge to gag. Allowing time to slow as you keep your eyes on hers and watch her nod while a slow smile crawls across her lips- unspoken praise falling from her as she hears and sees the way you inhale, inhale, inhale, hold it, and then exhale, exhale, exhale - your throat working around her cock while you train yourself to take it.

Always.

Any day.

Anywhere.

Your lower back numb from the feeling of sitting on the floor for so long, your panties ruined beyond belief as you leak and twitch and throb in tandem with your lover’s body, your brain fuzzy and your throat sore and your ears kind of ringing - but finding none of it matters when she looks down at you with wide eyes and feels you moan around her length and is suddenly pressing you so close, so hard, that you can’t breathe at all.

Drooling and groaning and whimpering as she pumps herself into your warm mouth, hips moving like mad with unchecked desire as her breath catches in her throat.

“Oh baby- baby I’m gonn- gonna- fuck darl-ing. Momm-Mommy’s gonna- gonna cum- please- pleasepleaseplease- please let me-”

And you don’t even hesitate to nod, using your tongue to lap at the sides of her pretty cock as she moves, silently begging her to cum down your throat- hard and fast and pleasurable enough to see fucking stars- as tears build in your eyes. Blinking them away quickly, your nails digging into her thighs, your body in flames with ecstasy as she meets your gaze and her lips fall open and she whimpers your name in a small squeak while the thick of her cock twitches. Spasms. Folded over you, forehead nearly pressed to the wall, as she keeps you there- keeps you there- keeps you there-

-yes!

Yes!

Fuck Larissa! Fuck you feel so- so- good- god yes!

And a fulfilling, satisfying warmth spills down the back of your throat, fast and thick as she shudders and groans and feels the way you constrict around her when you swallow it all without pause. Like it’s second nature, taking it like your life’s fucking duty, such a good little cockslut for Larissa Weems as you close your eyes and ignore the tears and the drool and the burn and the numb and the desire and instead focus on the way she finally breathes with unparalleled relief. Knowing her sweet girl is there to take her cum whenever she wants- to feel her in her throat or around her fingers or her tongue or resting on her lips- always eager to be of service. To be a good girl and take your Mommy like the desperate little whore you are. Her chest filling with breath while the last of her climax runs through her body; her pretty cock twitching and throbbing with aftershocks until the last of her cum is lapped up and you’re pushing against her thighs - telling her with as much kindness as you can for her to step back so you don’t pass out. And when she does, shivering and taking her hands away from your head and gently leaning it against the wall to slide stray bits of hair back behind your ears, your own chest heaves with delight. Grateful for the air, savoring the last of her in your mouth- salty and human and all hers, and happy to remove your shaking hands from her thighs so you can reach up and wipe the spit from your mouth.

“You did so well for me darling,” you hear her hum a moment later. “You always do.”

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My fucking dream come true. Have a good day. Love you lots. - Rip x

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(Too tired for tags today sorry darlings)

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erajoie07 · 4 months

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Everything of mine is yours : Jack Reacher (2022) x fem reader

Warning: smut all the way. Today is December 24. Merry Christmas Eve!

Reacher is sitting near the laptop watching some series on his account when YN in just his large shirt and short cyclings waltzes in the room. She walks to the drawer and opens the lower one to grab a bag exposing her thighs and to his surprise a blue underwear that blatantly shows him her cupped cunt. She may not see the boner bulging already in his pants but he grabs his phone and pretends to type when she approaches him.

“Where did you get my shirt?” Reacher points the black Rammstein printed shirt, “Been looking for that. I thought where I last placed it.”

YN playfully tugs the shirt behind her, “It was in my laundry basket. Besides touch move, it's mine now so you can't have it anymore.”

Reacher is surprised, “Wow! So my extra phone case is yours, my large black jacket is yours, and now my Rammstein shirt is yours. Great work, YN!” He ends it sarcastically facing her and giving his arms in the air.

“Well I can make up to you...” she climbs between his thighs and lowering herself on his bulge. “That bulge ain't going anywhere but my cunt.”

Reacher lifts the hem upwards displaying her red underwear where he can see it cupping her pussy. His hand goes under and hugs it in his large hand, “Touch move, sweetheart, this is mine now.”

YN moans when Reacher rubs circles with his thumb. Reacher unbuckles his belt and reaches for his hardening cock lined with pre-cum on his hot head. “Rub yourself on my thigh, sweetheart.” He orders and grips his cock hard stroking it slowly. YN scoots back a little and braces on his arms. She starts slow, grinding her clothed pussy on that rough denim he has on. Reacher removes his shirt, holding tight on her waist. A wet spot forms where she grinds and the harder she goes the louder her moans fill the room. YN grinds her clit on the fabric and she reaches inside her shirt.

“Fuck, I'm so-" she removes her shirt over head and throws it somewhere. Reacher is shocked seeing her full breasts on display, stroking his cock faster.

“You are the death of me, sweetheart.” He groans half-sweetly massaging her breasts.

YN moans, “I'm going to-” shutting her eyes as she chases her high, grinding on it faster. Then in a second, she slows down momentarily and she halts. Reacher lifts her close to his cock, pushing her underwear to the side. YN lines his cock on the entrance before sinking in slowly. YN's breath hitches as she sinks it to the hilt in her warm pussy. Reacher groans when he feels the tight walls of her pussy. “Fuck is this pussy tight, sweetheart.”

YN begins to roll her hips on his cock. If not by a late chance, Reacher presses his lips near her jaw down the sides of her neck, sucking the skin in the crook of her neck. Unsatisfied, he grabs her breast while he suckles on the other. As if she would run, he kneads her ass while smushing his face between her breast.

“Ride me now, sweetheart,” Reacher voices out atop the lust and heavy need aching in the walls of his cock stuffed in her pussy. She raises her hips holding on to Reacher as she delivers a kiss to his lips, looking at his eyes filled with utter need to be satiated. YN maintains a pace on his cock flexing her ass where he could see through the mirror behind her. He caresseses the smooth skin of her back grazing his fingertips.

“You're such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Riding for me like that.”

“Shut up with those, so cringe.”

Reacher laughs and she follows, “Keep it real then.” He reaches for her hair and takes a grip on it. He wraps his other arm around her, keeping her close to his as YN hastens her pace. He observes the way she would shut her eyes and open her mouth thinking that she is close and he is too.

“YN, my beautiful girl,” Reacher brings a strand behind her ear.

“I'm coming,”

“I'm close"

With one final land, their orgasms come and the high drops easily. YN drops her head on his toned pecs.

He rubs her forearm as they both steady their breathing.

“Everything of mine is yours, YN. And you are mine.” He presses a kiss on her head.

They end up cockwarming and a spoiled series.

#alan ritchson #ritchson #jack reacher #the reacher #reacher #reader x character #x reader #reader insert #smut #lemon fic #lemon #smutty fic #smutty

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tranquilsonata · 3 months

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~On Billiards~ II aventurine x fem reader II NSFW II 18+ II modern AU II

The sounds of vehicles of penacony isn't reaching to the top of the extremely high apartment, of Aventurine's.

The city light dimmed beneath the night covering black skies- as the stars laid in the dark, abyssal, haunting surface of an endless surpassed void, up ahead the atmosphere of penacony.

The illuminating soft light, showers underneath the tempting, faint smile, of Aventurine, as his eyes are focusing on you, and only you; whom is trying to target the ball.

"Quit glarin', before i poke your eyes out of its supposed place," Your words are harsh; but he knows himself, and you too. You don't mind his affection for you; and you even perhaps liked it a bit.

"I'd love to see you try, Princess." His words came out, as a light laugh, as you finished your turns, now it's his. "Not bad, for your first time," He commented, as he, himself positioned himself.

"But, next turn; i'd love to teach you somethin'," He poked the ball with the end of his cue; knocking, and rolling three balls in, Damn, he's good, Your thoughts wander off, as you saw his shirt raised to his waist, while he's leaning to the billiard table.

"I Don't need teaching." Cold response came flying from your lips, as his eyes, now looked into yours, as he leaned back; standing up properly, towering over you.

"Oh yea,?" You could feel his hot breath, blowing against the cold air. The drinks you both had finished earlier, before the game, started to kick in, leading his close-up, caused quite a soft stir, in your tummy. Butterflies from your stomach- felt like it's crawling out from your mouth.

"Is that so? The bratty princess, needs no more teaching, eh?" His soft chuckles sends shivers crawling on the back of your spine. Fuck- why's he so fine, in this kind of situations,?

"C'mon,... it won't take much, would it?" He slowly looked at you fully; bottom to the top. Admiring your body curve, in the dress, you are wearing right now.

You can't help, but felt a slight tingle brushing against your over-sensitive skin, as you felt his thumb rubbing against your porcelain skin. Aeons, you looked so delicious tonight, he wanted to eat you now and then.

Letting yourselves get carried away, now you are leaning against the billiard table, as his body pressed on top of yours, body grinding as he positioned you both; and the cue, facing towards the target.

"I Would rather suffer hell, than this," You let out a soft gasp, under him, as he poked the cue, making other two balls falls right into. You can't help, but notice his sweet reply.

"Don't worry; if you suffered hell, i'll bring you up to heaven myself. Even, better," He purposely teases you, by whispering thy words onto your ears, while being in such close state. What a b!tch, ain't he? but what can you say? He's like a drug. Addictive, dreamy, but unhealthy. Some says he's a creep, but for you, you've been trapped under his very own fingers. You know yourselves; he's ever going to let you go out of his grasp, and you don't plan either.

"Fuck," You cursed, as he muttered under his hitching breath; "Say it louder," you hear his voice, as he doesn't let you stood back up. Instead, he whispered in a tone that makes your stomach turned upside-down,

"Please,..,?" He sounded so cute- begging for you. No, not because he wanted you. It's because he needed you. Under him, or on top of him. Aeons, he don't mind.

"Stop acting all whiny- we both knows you'll get whatcha wants all the time," The man grinned, as he grabs your slick waist, as he gently turned you, facing him. His strong arms grabbed your thigh, carrying 'em, to the surface of the billiard table.

"Aeons, you smelled so fuckin' good," He let your hands wrapped around his neck, as he let himself arouse your neck, biting it, marking it. Hurting you, but at the same time, pleasuring you, amusing you, turnin' you up.

Red bite marks, hickeys, are all over, spreaded every inch of your delicate necks, as you could feel his sly tongue; licking every spot on the sensitive areas of your neck, making soft moans escaped your plump lips, making your teeth grits each other in rhyme; each seconds, while you gasped.

"You're all soaked," He stopped, as he pushed you roughly, making you lay on the billiard table, as he grabbed your ankle with his arms, spreading them gently. Ignoring your panties, his ring finger dipped into your red, cavern, as a very tensed gasp escaped your lips.

A lingering sense of hunger is washing over your private parts, making you want more.You could feel his finger, after adjusting itself, started to plunge in- and out, slow, and steady. The pace quickens by time, making haunting, moanings ride out of you holded mouth.

"W-Wait,.. Fuck- Slow down!," You impatiently yelled, as your body trembles at his touch; you know he's just playin' and not even getting serious.

"Aventurine- Please,..!" You moaned his name, as a sticky, white, fluid, dripped from your feminity place, making his hand, all wet, while he gulped his throat, trying to contain his excitement.

"Call my name like that again, Please," He stopped, as he quickly picks you up, while then, dropping you to the couch, making your aching anal, felt so,..., painful.

"Just,.. please me right, Ave-...Ventu..-Rine,..!" Your words are stuttering, from the lack of breathe he gives you- his fingers enjoying 'emself a bit too much, overplayed.

"I love seeing you like this," He finally let go of his fingers whom was laying inside your clutching thighs, as he lowers his bottom- showing an awakened one below, as he laid you facing the ceiling.

The enormous size of him, makes you wonder- will it fits? it started to creep you out, and by reflex, you hands, started to reach for his hands.

"Shh- Do not worry, Princess; i'll do you right tonight,." He grab you reaching hands, as he gently, but steadily wrap it around his now shirtless back. You could feel his muscles, against your hands. Aeons, you looked so fragile beneath him, making him felt so, ... Protective, over you. Making him felt like he won't be able sharing you with anyone else.

Forcing him into you, you could feel the colliding against each skin, whom below is intertwining, as you could feel slowly, your eyes rolling to the back of your very-skull, atleast, You thought so.

Atfirst, the tempo he chosen is very slow, and gentle, as he wanted her to not felt it very hurtful, and to let her adjust to his size. But as times gone by, he started to neglect his self controls- as he let the young woman enjoys the delighting pleasured between the intense spasms as tranquil essences started to flow down her thigh- steamy, and translucent.

She could feel his rough thing, bulging inside of her, as he lowered his own head, giving her kisses, by the cheeks, forehead, and of course- lips. Calming her down slightly, as she almost reaches her climax,.

"I'm almost.,," You barely managed to groan those words out of your throat, as you tears up, while he suddenly stopped, before the moments.

"Be a good girl, and use your words," He still have times, to mock her. He knows, this is far way beyond her ego, especially pleading with someone. But everybody knows, he always bet what he wants. And especially, what else could you do, in situations like this, then begging him to finish yourself? Devouring you?

Words merely made it out your mouth- as gasps and spasms kept on interrupting your talkings- "Please, A- aven..tu- Rine,! d-do.. me- nggh-! right,..!" It came out worse than stutterings, as you could feel his breaths intensifies either way.

At final, he smiled, before his warm liquid filled the insides of you. You know this is very wrong- for him to came inside of you- but in situations like this.. you can't even manage to let out any vocal- non consonant alphabet, as your legs are also numb. The only thing you do, is let his muscular arms hug you, as his warm figure covers you on the couch.

"Nighty-night, Princess."

== My first languange is not english, so no comments ==

#aventurine #aventurine hsr #hsr #hsr x reader #hsr smut #aventurine smut #aventurine x reader #smut #hyv #writer #honkai starrail #smutty fic #hsr fic

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yourimagines · 3 months

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can we please have NSFW alphabet for arthurtv? :)

Yes of course, I hope you like it

What he likes

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Kinks, swearing

A - Aftercare, What he likes after sex: he’s a big softy, so he absolutely loves taking care of you and himself after the deed. He likes to take a bath or shower with you, Wearing some cozy clothes and cuddle with you in bed or on the sofa, watching your favourite movie or tv show with some snacks.

B - Body part, his favourite body part of himself and yours: he likes his arms, you grabbed them a lot and that makes him feel good. He loves your thighs, he loves the way you squeeze your legs together as he lays his hand on them. Just loves them

C - Cum, Anything to do with cum: he isn’t a big fan of making a big mess but he likes to see it dripping out of you, just makes him go crazy.

D - Dirty Secret, A dirty secret of himself: he secretly wants to record you guys but he’s afraid. He doesn’t want the videos being leaked on the internet because only he can see and hear you like that. He’s also afraid that you find him a creep so he always makes sure his cameras are off and placed somewhere else.

E - Experience, How experienced is he? Does he know what he’s doing: He knows but is a bit shy and sometimes It looks like he doesn’t know but trust me he knows, he not innocent he’s just a bit shy.

F - Favourite Position: You on top riding him, he loves that. Even during a game or a movie just hop on top and ride him.

G - Goofy, Is he more serious in the moment, or is he more joking around: he jokes around because he’s a bit shy and doesn’t know how to respons, he never makes fun out of you tho only himself.

H - Hair, How well groomed is he: he shaves everything down there. He likes it that it’s clean, he doesn’t really care if you shave or not, he just doesn’t like it on his own private parts.

I - Intimacy, How is he during the moment, on a romantic aspect: Very romantic, sometimes a bit dirty but that’s only when he’s drunk and not shy. He likes to please you and shower you with affection and compliments. He isn’t a big fan of degradation, he wants you to feel loved and that’s not the vibe in his opinion to love someone.

J - Jack Off, Masturbation: he’s shy but not innocent, he will Jack himself off if he sees you posted a beautiful photo of yourself. He thinks a lot about you at night and just loses his fucking mind.

K - Kink, One or more of his kinks: well hes a shyer person but he really loves to role play with you, not to weird but just teasing each other. He loves to tie your hands so you can’t touch yourself.

L - Location, his Favourite places: bathroom or in the bedroom in bed, it’s a safe space for both of you. He also likes to do it in a hot tub but other places than that it’s a big no for him.

M - Motivation, What turns him on: if you straddle his lap, biting your lip, kissing his neck, being a little bit cheeky. He also loves to see you in his clothes that’s a big turn on for him as well.

N - NO, Something he wouldn’t do: No weird stuff like poop or piss stuff, no hitting or really hurting each other and no degradation. For the rest he’s open for everything.

O - Oral, Preference in giving or receiving: he likes both, he likes to go down on you and he likes it if you go down on him.

P - Pace, what is his pace: He’s a softer person so his pace is mostly sweet and slow but sometimes he’s a bit rougher and faster but still makes sure you’re okay with that. He loves when you are on top and goes nuts, he likes when you go rougher and faster because everything wiggles 😉

Q - Quickie, His opinions on quickies rather than proper sex: Big fan of proper sex, he isn’t a fan of quickies. He’s too awkward for that.

R - Risk, Does he likes take risks and game to experiment: no not really, he likes it when you do it, he’s too awkward and too self conscious about it.

S - Stamina, How many rounds can he go for, how long can he last: he can go for one good round, then he needs some time before he can go to the next round.

T - Toy, Does he own toys, Does he use them on you or himself?: he doesn’t own toys, he uses yours on you, he’s open for everything so maybe he will try them together on himself.

U - Unfair, how much he likes to tease: He likes to tease you a little bit because he doesn’t like to be teased so it’s not fair if he does it and you can’t. A little bit can’t hurt anyone right…?

V - Volume, How loud is he and what sounds does he makes: He mostly moans, whimpers and whines, most of the times it’s softly whimpering and some moans.

W - Wild Card: He likes everything you do, you want to go on top then you go top. You want him to fuck you, he fucks you.

X - X-Ray, what’s going on in his pants: he’s average length and it bends slightly to the right, completely shaven and a nice rosy tip.

Y - Yearning, How high is his sex drive: Average, Not every night but also not once a month. He likes sex but he also likes to just cuddle with you.

Z - ZZZ, how quick he falls asleep afterwards: he awake for a while, he’s full of energy and loves to spend some time with you afterwards.

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secretlywingedphantom · 3 months

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Written for @goodomensafterdark Ineffable Smut War

CW/TW: explicit, smut and humor, virgin aziraphale, top crowley, handjobs, thigh fucking, jiggly angel butt (more tags on AO3)

Summary Crowley learns that Aziraphale has been redacting anything of sexual nature that crosses his path. It’s time for that to end, and for the demon to give him a few, er, lessons on how to, ah, handle himself.

Word count: 7,045 words

Excerpt

“Ah.” Crowley pauses. “New books?”

“Yes. Well, no. New for me. Most of them are pre-owned.”

“Ah,” Crowley says again. He takes one out, turns it over in his hands, and chuckles. “Angel, you astonish me! Pretty racy, this one is.”

Aziraphale flushes and turns away. “Well, I wouldn’t know.”

Crowley is still paging through the book, distracted. “Hmmm, no? And why is that?”

“Because…well, because I block those bits out.”

Crowley pauses, stops leafing through the pages.

“Block them out,” states Crowley.

“Yes, block them out,” repeats Aziraphale.

Crowley cocks his head and narrows his yellow eyes at Aziraphale. “How exactly do you mean?”

“I mean, that they are quite literally blocked out. For me. You know, like…” Aziraphale makes a series of waving motions with his hand, as though he’s holding a pen and crossing something out. Crowley’s head follows the motions.

Crowley is staring now, wide-eyed and seemingly stunned—but Aziraphale can see the faintest twitch teasing one corner of the demon’s mouth.

“Do you mean…” Crowley adjusts his posture, shifts his weight to his other hip. “Let me get this straight. Do you mean you…redact sexual content from your own books?”

“Oh please,” mumbles Aziraphale, still pink. Then he murmurs, ever so quietly, “Not just from books.”

Crowley stares at him. “Did you say, ‘Not just from books’?”

Aziraphale, even pinker, refuses to make eye contact.

“Wait. Hang on a minute. So… you mean to tell me that in your six-thousand-odd years here on earth, amidst all these damned books in this shop that you have owned for-fucking-ever, you have not once allowed yourself to enjoy how humans… do their thing?” Crowley’s amused eyes suddenly go wide. “You do…. know? How they… do their thing?” He wiggles one finger in an obscene circle.

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starythewriter · 5 months

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Chris evans X you KINKMAS 3

TW: rough sex.

summary: you help Chris evans get off while he’s at a virtual meeting.

Chris is busy at his meeting, while you enter his office you click your tongue rubbing your hand across his jawline all the way down to his V line…

He groans in frustration when you reach the bottom, not expecting it because your lips are too soft.You smirk as you pull away from him and turn toward the computer on his desk."Hey, how's it going?" You ask, leaning against the desk."What do you want?" He grumbles in return, “you” you say, Moaning as you get on his lap…"Well that doesn't sound very polite. Maybe we can have some fun with your schedule for today~" you tease him, biting the skin of his neck lightly."Oh fuck…" Chris moans, letting his head fall back against the chair. He was so screwed, he could feel himself getting hard. he tries to focus on his meeting, slowly kissing you and placing you on a chair next to him…

his microphone and camera were off…

so you got back onto his lap and gave him a kiss, you reached past his boxers slowly stroking his member… Chris moaned out loud, pushing himself into your hand, you slowly undress taking off your shirt, then your pants and your panties, he removes his shirt, and pants leaving the both of you with just underwear. You smile when he pushes his boxers down, then pulls you close to him, pressing his lips to yours and moving his hands down to cup your ass.He moves one of his hands between you legs rubbing at the wetness there. he smirks against your mouth at your moan of pleasure.”Chris, please!” you hear his boss talking outloud… but you both don’t care you just wanted to ride Chris.

He moans again as you move your hips forward, making him grind his hips against your clit, he bites your lip and pulls you closer as you push your clit down on his cock, he starts rocking his hips as you move them up and down, feeling your orgasm building.”Fuck!” Chris growls out, his eyes closing tightly as he comes inside you, feeling your juices running over his fingers…”I can't wait until I come inside you, baby” he breathes out, pulling you back towards him, kissing your forehead and holding you tight.you both collapse against each other chris quickly attends back to his meeting while you smile seductively.

THE END!

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spicywhenspeaking · 5 months

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For @madomens !

Noah smut & giggles so 18+ nerds (affectionately)

unedited b/c lazyyy

🤪✌️

You haven’t seen Noah and the guys in over a two months since he went on tour. Your last year of grad school has been kicking your butt! Thankfully it’s finally over and as a graduation present Noah rented out a lake house for all of you to enjoy for a week of fun in the sun, swimming, jet skis and hours of lounging by the pool. You were so excited! About relaxing and having fun of course, but mostly excited to see Noah again. You missed him so much and even though you call and text constantly nothing can compare to being together.

The plan was to meet at the lake house since they where and heading strait there from the airport and my apartment is only an hour and a half away from the house they rented. I spend the drive listening to a mix of my boyfriend screaming and early 2000’s club hits making it a head banging and hip swinging car dance party.

The boys got to the house a few hours before me, I had a late start to the trip. In other words I woke up and had a flat tire and it took me 3 hours to get a new one on, no way I was driving long distance on a donut.

Pulling up to the house I’m shocked at the size, it’s massive with a long paved drive way. Noah must have been following my location because as I’m driving up he runs out the front door with a huge smile oh his face that I know I’m returning and looking like a love sick goof. I park the car and quickly unbuckle and he’s already half way there because of his long legs.

I’m out of the car soon and within a few steps in throwing myself up into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. “Oh baby I missed you so much” he says with his face buried in my neck. “I missed you too” I tell him back and begin peppering his face with kisses until our lips meet in a searing kiss. I’m not sure how long we’re lost in each other but at some point the other guys come out the door and see us. “Alright you two! Reel it in! You’ll have all week to suck face!” Nicholas yells and the two other laugh. Noah places me back on the ground and tousles my hair slightly. “Hey!” I call out and jump to mess up his hair in retaliation. He giggles and lunges out of the way towards my car to unload my bag. I sigh happily and head towards my friends to say hello.

Folio and Jolly both wrap me up in big hugs and congratulate me on my graduation. “Thanks guys!” I say to them returning their hugs with love. Nicholas come and puts his arm around my shoulder, ushering me inside. “Congrats dude, I brought my tattoo gun if you wanted some celebratory ink ?” I wrap my arms around him and thank him profusely. “Amazing! But maybe later in the week so I can go swimming,” he nods and we walk the rest of the way into the house.

It’s huge! With a huge front entrance and a double staircase that leads upstairs. We keep walking forward into the large living room. It has a big could couch that we all pile onto. Noah is following behind with my bag and leans behind where I’m seated. “Hey” he kisses my forehead and gestures his head back towards the stairs. “Let me show you our room” he sets my bag down, reaches over and picks me up off the couch and puts me next to him. Picking the bag back up and grabbing my hand he leads us to the stairs, “be right back guys!” I call towards the group that’s settled onto the couch.

Noah leads us up to our room, he picked the corner bedroom that has a en-suite bathroom and a small balcony. “Wow, this room is beautiful Noah! I can’t believe you rented this whole house just for me” I say in awe. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. Humming a quiet “I’d do anything for you baby” he nuzzles into my neck and leaves hot open mouth kisses and then sucks lightly at my pulse point.

“Ah, Noah what are you doing?” I ask surprised but leaning into his touch. It’s by no means unwelcome. His hands wander under the hem of my shirt, his fingers gently toying with the skin above my jeans. “I’m saying hi to my girlfriend.” He spins me around so we’re face to face. “Properly” he kisses me passionately and everything else fades away.

He hoists me up so I can wrap my legs around him again, this time we thankfully have privacy. He holds me close and walks us back towards the end and once we’re there he throws me back towards the pillows. He strips off his shirt and crawls up the bed until my let’s are on either side of him and his hips are flushed with my own. I drag my hands up his torso towards his broad shoulders and then down to feel the muscles in his arms. “You’re getting so strong, it’s hot” I wink and he grins, “yeah, pumping some serious iron” he jokes.

“You’re such a dork!” I respond and he laughs before moving to pull off my shirt. “Yeah well, you’re into it so just be a good girl and take the rest of your clothes off so I can finally fuck you. I’m dying over there”

My mouth hands open slightly, taking a moment to recover from both the pet name and the sexy demand. I scramble to unbutton and shimmy out of my jeans. He expertly unhooks my bra with one hand. Leaning down he places a tender kiss against my lips as his hands squeeze my breasts and tweak my hardening nipples. He kisses down my cheek and neck and down further biting and sucking onto my skin, taking my nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tight nub and I moan at the sensation.

Noah continues his path down my body until he reaches the top of my panties. Hooking his fingers down the sides be drags him slowly down my legs and tosses them aside. Pulling my legs apart his eyes darken, “oh I missed this” he says before diving in. “Fuck ! Noah” I yelp as his tongue flattens against my core, dipping in slightly. He starts sucking gently on my clit and my body bucks off of the bed. He adds a finger and pumps it in and out, angling to hit that perfect spot. “Ah! Noah, yes. Right there,” I moan and tangle my finger in his hair. He hums into me and adds another finger, stretching me and getting me ready to take his thick cock.

“Fuck, Noah. It feels so good. Need more.” I moan. “I need you inside me.”

He sits up and takes his finger out with a wet pop. Standing up he pulls off his pants and underwear and his cock springs up, slapping his skin. “Fuck, I missed you so much baby, can’t wait to feel you taking my cock” he says as he climbs back up and pulls my hips forward towards his own until they’re flush. He slaps his cock against my pussy and it makes an obscene sound.

He pushes in slowly and my wet core takes him in greedily. “Fuck” we both moan out in unison and he settles in when he’s fully inside.

He starts with an even pace and gradually picks up, he folds my legs up as he snaps his hips against mine with a carnal slap as he hits the spot inside me again and I see white.

Suddenly our door flys open and my orgasm is raking through me so I don’t have the ability to stop the low moan that leaves my mouth.

“Hey- pizzas her- OH FUCK!” Folio screeches and his hands fly to his eyes as he scrambles to exit. “She’s been here for like ten minutes man!! Have you no control” he continues to yell from the other side of the door.

Noah just rolls his eyes, his hips not slowing down for a second despite the interruption. “Are you okay?” He checks in mid thrust.

I nod and he readjusts my legs so he can circle my clit, he leans back slightly and spits down adding more wetness to our joined bodies. Soon I’m cleaning down on him again and calling out in pleasure as another orgasm rips through me.

“Okay, now you on top.” He says and swings us around to switch positions. Settling back onto his cock it feels even bigger and fuller inside of me. “Oh, Noah. It’s so good, fuck.” I rock up and down, bouncing and feeling him hit the deepest parts of me and it’s perfect.

“You feel so good baby” Noah says and pushes his hips up to meet mine, fucking me from below. The new angle is everything. I feel overcome with pleasure and third orgasm shatters me as I fall onto Noah’s chest trying to catch my breath. As my walls clench and pulse around Noah’s hard member, he gently pulls out and flips us back over moan as he spills his hot cum over my stomach and breasts.

“That was fucking amazing.” Noah says as he collapses next to me on the bed. “Fucking amazing babe.” He kisses my shoulder lightly and try’s to even put his breathes before getting up to run and grab a towel to clean off my stomach and chest.

After cleaning up and showering quickly, I throw on a clean outfit and we head back downstairs to join the others. We are welcomed with chorus of wolf whistles and hoots, “damn! You two can’t keep your hands off each other for ten damn minutes before getting nasty!” Jolly says. “Yeah, the pizza got delivered and I bet Folio fifty bucks he wouldn’t go up to tell you guys” Nicholas laughs and I throw a pillow at them. “You pervs, I can’t wait until y’all being girls around. I can tell them all about your fart contests and horrible taste in candy” I send a glare towards Jolly at the end. “Hey! Lots of people like licorice!” He contests. I roll my eyes, “yeah! A lot of old people, people in their nineties! Sorry grandpa” I joke and we all fall into a fit of laughter.

We flop onto the couch together and cuddle close.

“Put on a movie!” I say excitedly as I reach for the pizza and open the box.

“Alright, what’s your usually post coital movie choice” Folio asks with a shit eating girl.

“Hmmm” I tap my chin. “Let me think, what about the 40 year old virgin? Maybe then I’ll finally understand you guys” I joke and then I feel a pillow hit the side of my face.

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fleuraimer · 4 months

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Overstimulation blurb pls

I love how Harry is so obsessed with her pussy so he keeps on making her cum / squirt but still not getting satisfied despite how overwhelming and teary eyed she got after 5-6 times she orgasms

sorry for the wait bestie 😭 i hope you like it!! 🩷

wc: 665

cw: smut, minors dni, 17+, overstimulation play, baldrry (he's so hot idc idc idc), and more. not proofread.

Harry has been sucking Y/N’s clit for almost two hours now. The only reason she’s consciously aware of that fact is because of his phone, bright blue light illuminating their bedroom ceiling, blurry numbers scribing one hour and fifty-two fucking minutes. His favorite torture device—a sage bullet vibrator that should be criminal for having so many settings—sits, unused, beside her shaky form.

He set a stopwatch. For what reason, she does not know. She honestly doesn’t have the ability to, though. It’s actually kind of hilarious to expect anything from her expect incoherent huffs and puffs, and garbled curses.

But Harry just loves to laugh.

“C’mon, Sweetheart, talk to me; tell Daddy how it feels.” His palms press down on the backs of her thighs, keeping her spread for him—he’s made her smear her messy pussy open for him too, though, for extra measure—her poor clit exposed to every sensation. The AC turning on makes her twitch, let alone Harry’s own hot breath.

“S’g—ood, Daddy,” she gasps, her eyes as puffy and red as her sensitive cunt. “Feels—” She mewls through the rest of her sentence, his tongue back on her button, laving over it, petting softly with the very tip.

It tickles a part of Y/N’s belly that sets the rest of her body on fire. How something so faint, so delicate, can be so utterly disgusting at the same time makes her head spin, in the best way.

Her head falls back on the mattress with a subtle bounce, her chest arching away for the sheets when his lips wrap teasingly her clit, toes wiggling as her feet flail, precious cries involuntarily slipping from her pouty lips.

“H,” she soughs, her hands abandoning post and finding the back of his head, nails scratching through the soft peach fuzz from the nape of his neck to the top of his head. Her head lolls around until her eyes find Harry’s once more, his cheeky, practically delighted smile felt before his slick mouth and pearly teeth (and sinful tongue) register through her vision.

Her brows draw to the center of her forehead as he flattens his tongue against the whole of her, the slippery tip dipping into her weepy opening before working back up to swirl over her swollen button until he feels her twitch, then starting all over again.

He repeats the action enough times for Y/N to lose count, her hearing staticky, vision blurry, thoughts nonexistent. It would explain why she doesn’t notice Harry’s hand falling from the back of her thigh, explain why when he starts fucking his tongue into her neglected hole, she whines at the loss of contact to her clit, fumbling to pull back on the hood with one hand as the other remains petting over his soft, clipped hair, as if to say Don’t forget about your pretty button, Daddy.

Though, forgotten is the last thing her poor overused clit is. It’s probably at the forefront of Harry’s mind, as a matter of fact, if the sudden touch of silicone to her pretty button is anything to go off of. Not to mention, the resounding buzz that quite literally rocks through her entire system.

Her soft cries are no longer soft. They’re loud and whiny, some guttural, but most sad little uh uh uh’s that get slurred through babbled curses. She doesn’t think of how pathetic she might look to Harry right now, she can’t (a fact that she’s wildly grateful for). All she can fucking think about is his tongue stuffed in her drippy pussy and the toy pressed directly on her clit.

She whimpers when he starts moving the vibrator from side to side, pointlessly smearing her arousal and his spit into her throbbing cunt. It fucking hurts.

“Stop with the crocodile tears, Princess,” Harry mumbles into her, scowling at the sight of her wet cheeks. “Cut it out before Daddy gives y’somethin’ to really cry ‘bout.”

He just had all the jokes today, didn’t he?

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honey-flustered · 2 years

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Cruel Little Vixen 3

Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Journalist!Reader

Enemies to Friends to Lovers (18+ MDNI)

Summary: You’re on the cover of a Magazine! That’s not good news. If your going to protect your career, do not mess with rockstars. But damn, does he make it hard for you to want anything else but him?

A/N: Wanna say thank you for the amount of support I’ve been receiving for this story 🤗😱❤️ It’s been really fun writing these and sharing them with you and I love hearing the feedback the most! I hope that this next chapter here will peak your interest in this story further because there will be some smutty goodness as well as very heartfelt and fluffy moments with a hints of angst here and there. Next chapter will have a two week time jump as well. Again, thank you all for reading and supporting and I hope you…Enjoy!

>>>>>Series Masterlist Part 3 of 8

Word Count: 6.1k+

Warnings: graphic language, some blood and fighting, fluff, pining, kissing, some fingering, ANGST, mentions of cheating (non main character), toxic idiots in love, some cum eating, hinted spit kink, gagging (with fingers), ‘daddy’ kink

Your strapped heels hung around your fingers, as you stumbled towards his front door. Eddie follows close behind you so you wouldn’t fall. You had asked for him not to touch you, fearing you’d throw up all over him. But some part of you believed that the true reason was: those drinks made you kinda horny. You look back at him, his jaw clenched with anger. Angry Eddie was infuriating but looked so, so good.

Okay, you were now more than “kinda” horny.

You leaned your head against the wall, waiting for him to unlock the door. “You embarrassed me in front of the cute guy.”

He unlocks the door, sighing. “I actually saved you from embarrassing yourself.”

Eddie gestures you to go in first. You rolled your eyes, crossed your arms and walked in. There’s a hint of a sensual sway to your hips that you hadn’t voluntarily added. Your body was trying to betray you.

Behave!

You tried to walk up the stairs only to resort to crawling instead. You were sure you looked pathetic and Eddie chuckling behind you confirmed this. You glare at him over your shoulders, hair falling over your face like you were some possessed stair demon.

“Let me help you.” He lifts you bridal style into his arms, causing you to gasp.

“I thought I told you not to manhandle me.”

“We’d be here all night if I let you go on your own. Besides, you could seriously use some rest right now.” He climbs up the steps and, without thinking, you wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Do I look so bad that I’d need a serious rest?” You yawn.

“You look very beautiful tonight, actually.”

“You mean that?”

“Mhm. I always think you look pretty. Just that tonight…I got to see you in a new light. You were smiling and laughing. I thought you were having some kind of stroke or something. That’s how shocked I was seeing that coming from you. You should smile more.”

“Oh, you did not just say that.”

“Was that a shitty thing to say?”

“Oh yeah. Kinda sexist.”

“Then, I’m sorry. What I’m trying to say is: I’d really like to see you smile and laugh more…around me. Like I’d like to be the cause of it sometimes, ya know.”

You raise your head, blinking adoringly at him as his face turned a light shade of pink. He sets you down upon arrival in his room. You rush over to his closet for some clothes.

“Trying to steal more of my clothes, I see.” He says, sitting at the edge of his bed.

The mirror on his dresser, shows a reflection of you in the closet. You’d forgotten to shut the door, undressing in full view before his eyes! He quickly averts his gaze from the mirror but couldn’t help peeking every now and again. Eddie decides to frustratingly do the right thing.

“Closet door’s open! I can, uh, ya know…see you undressing.”

Eddie expected you to scream or call him a pervert but instead he sees you shrugging through the mirror. He’s surprised. Was it the liquid courage or did you actually not care?

“It’s fine. Not like I’m naked or anything.” You pull on an oversized sweater. Making your way into bed, you seated beside Eddie with your legs crisscrossed.

“Better?”

“Yes,” You twiddled with your thumbs. “Erm, you’re not sleeping in the same bed with me…are you?”

“Would you want me to?”

Did he have to ask you that while looking so appetizing? You’d never seen his hair put up before but it made you feel tingly between your legs.

“N-no.”

He looks at you, unconvinced. “Then, no. I’ll respect your boundaries.”

“Wow, thank you. You’re awfully sweet tonight.”

“Also, I couldn’t lay in bed with a girl drunk out of her mind. What if you puke all over me?”

“Aaaand the moments gone.”

He laughs, rising to his feet. “If you need me, I’ll be staying in my Uncle’s room. He’s visiting a friend in California, won’t be back til tomorrow. So, I’m absolved from couch duty. If you need me, though, I’ll be two doors down. Don’t be afraid to say the phrase if there’s an emergency.”

“What phrase?”

Instead of telling you, he simply walks out of the room, leaving you perplexed

“Dude, what’s the phrase?” Silence. You scoffed, throwing the comforter over your body. “Whatever!I’m too drunk for this shit!”

“That’s the phrase!” Eddie calls out from the hallway and you break into laughter.

—————

You found yourself awake in the middle night. Everything felt disoriented, the room spinning. You nearly forgot you were in Eddie’s bed but the scent of his cologne drew you back to reality. Attempting to go back to sleep, you squeezed your eyes shut. No matter how hard you tried your mind ran a mile a minute thinking about all the things in the world. Thinking about…him.

You groaned, shooting out of bed. You make your way down the hall, two doors down as he said. The door’s open a crack but you knock, anyway, before entering.

Eddie’s up, too. His eyes following you as you sauntered over to his bedside. You look down at him, him up at you.

A small smile on his face as he pats the empty space beside him, inviting you to join him. You smile back, entering the bed and he immediately wraps the comforter around you. Neither of you having to say a word.

——————

The sun shining on your face awakens you. You have a massive headache the size of Texas. Yet, when you felt Eddie’s breath against your neck it felt like instant pain relief. His face was currently nuzzled into your neck, an arm wrapped around you. Your back pressed tight against his front. You didn’t want to disturb him but you needed to get home.

“Eddie?” You whisper-yell.

Nothing.

“Eddie?” You repeat, slightly frustrated.

Again nothing.

You take matters into your own hands, physically removing his arm around you. He groans his annoyance, curling it around you tighter.

“Eddie, I need to go.”

In his most sexiest, raspy voice…Eddie says, “Five more minutes.”

You were putty in his hands, ready to molded in the way he wished. That moment, you’d do anything. Anything. So those five more minutes would be exactly what you’d give him.

You’d lost track of time being in his arms so much so that you hadn’t noticed time was up until Eddie finally rolled away. You turned to watch him as he stretched, sunshine cascading on his face. You hadn’t noticed he had light freckles on his face. You wish you could stay in bed all day and count them.

His attention lands on you. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“Knew you would.” He chuckles.

“I have to go. I need to change if I’m going to look somewhat presentable meeting up with my boss.”

“You’ll be passing by the studio, right?”

“Mhm, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You winked.

The smell of pancakes and bacon wafts your nose. You could really use some bacon to get rid of this headache. But who could possibly be cooking right now if Eddie was in bed with you?

“Looks like the Old Man’s back home.” Eddie says.

“Y-your uncle?”

Eddie nods.

“I don’t want him to see me like this,” You panicked. “He’ll think I’m some girl you’re sleeping with.”

“He won’t. You should meet him. He’s really friendly once you get to know him.”

“Uhhh, I’m not sure if I—”

“Know what…I’ll introduce you.” He springs out of bed, taking your hand and drags you out of bed.

“No wait! I’m not ready!” You say, trying to bring your weight down to keep yourself from moving but he was a lot stronger than you.

“Come onnn, don’t be shy.” He chuckles.

“Fine, can I at least put on some decent clothes? I’m not meeting him in only an oversized sweater.”

“Okay, okay. Deal.” He lets you go.

You dress up in last night’s attire. Although, you still looked a little too revealing to meet with him, it was better than being practically half-naked. Eddie also took the time to freshen up as well while you prepared for your impending departure.

You had your things bunched in your hands when Eddie decides to walk out of the bathroom wet from his shower, towel around his waist and hair clinging to his face. You nearly drop your items to the ground instead your mouth takes that action as you gawked in pure carnality. His yummy chest glistening with droplets of water, the soft yet toned abdomen that you wished to explore, the happy trail and the v-line that led to…Fuck! He knows I’m staring. Quick! Pretend that you’re just admiring his tats.

“Never seen that many tats before.” You say, breathlessly.

He flexes a little and you feel an aching throb between your legs. “Yeah. Thinking about getting more. You’ve got any?”

“No.”

“We’ve gotta add that to our agenda.”

“I don’t know. I’ve always thought I’d somehow make tattoos look lame.”

“Anyone could have tats? The Old man’s got some, too. You’d actually looked pretty badass with one.”

You contemplated, then settled. “Okay! Why the hell not? I’m the new and improved fun Y/n. I’m cooler than cool.”

“Please stop talking. You’re starting to sound,” He laughs. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be getting dressed. Would you like to stay and watch?”

“I’m going downstairs.” You say, giving him a bored look.

“I’m only teasing, little vixen.” He winks.

You tiptoed down the steps, spying on the tall older man in a flannel shirt, working away at breakfast. You very well believed that you hid yourself well enough that he didn’t see you.

But as if he had eyes on the back of his head, with his back facing you, he waves. “You can come down them stairs, little lady. Breakfast’s almost ready.”

Your eyes widened. Busted. You climb down the remaining steps. meeting him.

“Hello, Mr. Munson, my name’s Y/n of Tone Magazine. Whatever you saw up there…it isn’t what it looks like. I’m only Eddie’s journalist for the time being. Strictly professional relationship here. I’m a no nonsense kinda—“

“I know you,” Wayne says, cutting off your rambling. “Eddie’s already told me about you.”

“Oh, really? Good things, I hope.”

“Great things, actually. Told me you were a great writer so I read you work. That article you wrote captured him perfectly. A huge pain in the ass, that boy is.”

You laughed. “I’m glad you like it. But don’t you worry the next series of articles will be a lot kinder. I don’t want yo thinking I dislike him. Actually, I find Eddie…fascinating. A musician worthy to explore.”

“Yep, the kid’s pretty special. A little hard headed but that’s because he’s never wants to quit even when the tough gets going. He’s had a rough life, but he turned out a good man.”

“A good man raised by a great man. He’s told me about how much he appreciates you. It’s good that he has you.”

Wayne nods. “I think it’s the other way around.“

Eddie comes in, noticing you laughing and smiling with his uncle and there’s this feeling of peace that courses through him. Like he could finally trust you.

“What’re you saps talking about?” Eddie teases.

“You.” You and Wayne say at once.

“Oh, boy. What’d I do this time?”

“Me and Y/n are good friends now, Eds. You hurt her and you’ll have to answer to me.” Wayne playfully threatens.

“I leave you guys alone for about 5-7 minutes and now you’re both working against me?” Eddie laughs. “Hey, Old man, you think you could make that hangover remedy juice for her? She went all rockstar last night.”

“Luckily for her, I already made some. I figured I’d come home to find you drunk as a skunk. Pleasantly surprised it’s the opposite.” Wayne says.

The rest of the breakfast went really well. It was the most relax and wholesome experience that you hadn’t anticipated while in the presence of Eddie Munson. Yet, here you three were having a nice chat over breakfast as if it were something you normally did. You left the home genuinely happy enough to start the day.

——————

You got home to change for work when you heard sobbing coming from Chrissy’s room. Your heart sank. Though, you didn’t know the reason why she’s crying just yet, you hated to hear her sad.

You knocked on her door. She sniffles a bit. “Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” You say, sincerely.

Another set of sniffles. “Yes.”

You pushed the door open, noticing her curled into a ball in her bed. You rushed over to her side. “Hey, pom-poms. What’s wrong?”

“It’s Billy. H-he’s cheated on me.” She says, going to another crying fit.

You stroke her hair. “Oh no. What happened? You guys were so happy last night.”

She sits up. “Last night, right after you left, some girl came in asking for Billy. I thought she was a good friend or something. Yeah, real real good friend, apparently. She said she’s his girlfriend and I’m like ‘no I am’. Turns out, he’s been dating her before me which means I was the other woman. So, technically he cheated with me.”

“That fucking asshole!”

“Right! I ended up leaving in a cab last night.”

“I’m sorry, poms. I wish I stayed longer. I wouldn’t have ever let you go in a taxi alone that piss-drunk.”

“No, no,” She says, wiping her eyes. “It’s okay. You were wayyy drunk compared to me. Like wayyyy.”

“Well, that’s little excessive but to each their own.”

She laughs. “Don’t make me laugh. I’m supposed to be sad.”

“Right. Sooo, do you wanna go pop his tires? My keys are really sharp.”

She quirks her head back in surprise then laughs again. “When did you get all ‘Godfather’ on me?”

“I’ll do anything for you, babe,” You wink. “I have to get ready to meet with my boss today but maybe you and I could hang out a little after?”

“Won’t you have to meet with Eddie?”

“Oh, right. Oh! Maybe, you can come along! That’ll get your spirits up. Eddie and his bandmates will be recording in the studio. We’ll get to see some music-making magic.”

“That sounds fun,” Chrissy twirls a finger in her hair, nervously. “Speaking of Eddie…there’s a new Hey Hello Magazine issue that came out today. Promise you won’t freak out if I show you the front page.”

“I won’t freak out.”

“I’m going to need you to promise.”

“I promi—”

“With pinkies.” Chrissy says, holding out her pinkie finger.

You sighed, wrapping your pinkie around hers. “I pinky promise that I will not freak out.”

“Okay, here it is.” Chrissy says, quickly flashing the magazine cover.

You felt the world shrink around you. You try to contain your scream. “Will you excuse me for one moment?” You say, voice strained.

“Gonna freak out?” Chrissy asks.

“Mhm.”

“Okay.”

You power walked to the bathroom and let out the most deafening scream of your life. Then, you entered Chrissy’s room, sitting beside her once again.

“Eddie and I are…”

————-

“….On the cover page of Hey Hello GODDAMN magazine!” Your boss, Murray Bauman, could throw up a cow with how pissed he was.

You sunk into your chair.

The title page: Francis’s Mystery Girl. The money shot is a candid picture of you holding hands with Eddie from last night at the bar.

“This could ruin us. You know this right? He’s not supposed to have a girlfriend! He’s a…Rock. Star. You thank your lucky goddamn stars that your face isn’t showing in this or his fans would’ve torn down this entire building just to get to you.”

“I was really drunk and he was only trying to help. I mean, what the hell?! We were at a bar who the fuck carries a camera there…” Then, you remembered back to the guy that you met. The photographer.

He sighs, calming down. “Sleazy paparazzi always carry cameras around with them. No matter where the fuck they are. They live for moments like this.”

“I’ve never had any issues with other clients.”

“Welcome to the life of a rockstar. Look, doll, I’m your number one supporter. The piece you wrote made rounds. I’m super proud but you can’t fall for this guy. No more pictures in compromising positions. You’ve gotta keep it professional.”

“I-I’m not falling for him. I can keep things professional.” Lies, Lies.

“I know you can. You’ve gotten farther than most,” He pours himself a cup of vodka, questioning with his eyes if you’d like some. You wholeheartedly decline. “I took a chance on you. I mentored you when no one else would. The journalism community’s a dog eat dog world. Yet, despite everyone else seeing you as a fresh out of college, bright-eyed rookie, I saw your potential. I don’t want to see you ruining your career over a rockstar who’ll only get bored the moment he gets in your pants.”

You swallowed hard. It was harsh but true. You were way in over your head. Where did you think your feelings would lead you? Rockstars don’t belong to just one girl. They belong to the world. You needed to crush any developing feelings you had for him or you knew you’d fall for him to the point of no return.

“I’m sorry.” You say, lowering your head.

“I’m not trying to break your spirit, Y/n. You should still have fun. Most journalists become great buds with their clients but it shouldn’t interfere with your career,” He pats your hand. “The boys will be going on a tour in London about two weeks from now. They’ll be touring there possibly the entire time passed needed for the exposé. You don’t have to stay the entire time but I’ll need you to go and write the greatest masterpiece of your young life to make up for this mess. Are we clear?”

You nod. “We’re clear.”

“Good. Now go kick some ass.”

—————

You and Chrissy arrived to the studio that Eddie informed you he’d be recording in. Currently, you were both walking down the hall of the building to the specific room.

“He was super pissed, poms. Unbelievably pissed. Now I’ve got a major target on my back at work.”

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s so not fair what women have to go through just to get a shred of what their male counterparts receive. That’s why when you’re in the hair business, like moi,” Chrissy addresses herself. “You could never go wrong. I hardly have to compete with men. Although, the gay men have been killing it it in the industry. Damn, they’re good.”

“Room 7,” You point. “That’s his room.”

You both knock on the door. The door roughly swings open and your both greeted by Mr. Neds, Corroded Coffin’s manager, who was currently shouting at the top of his lungs on the phone.

“I don’t give a shit if that Hey Hello magazine crashes and burns. It’ll be Hey Goodbye once I’m through with ‘em. I want you to put out that fucking statement, putting a nail to that fucking coffin!”

“Corroded Coffin.” Eddie chimes in, jokingly.

His manager glares at him. “Quiet, mop top.”

The manager pushes past you girls and you look at Eddie who’s, of course, amused by all of this.

“I’m guessing he’s not too happy about that cover page.” You say.

“Nope,” Eddie says, popping the ‘p’. “Not to mention, the rest of the band’s being late because their limo’s surrounded by fans. Even the producer’s caught in traffic so we can’t even begin to record. But anywho…what’s shaken, ladies?”

“How could you be so carefree about this?” Chrissy asks.

“Because they’ll get over it. They usually do,” He shrugs then mimics an exaggerated English accent.“Come on, then. Into the recording room we go.”

He bows out of the way, gesturing you and Chrissy to go in first. Your eyes land on the piano in the room. You used to play piano only because your mother had force you to take lessons between the ages of 10-13 but you’ve always known you wanted to be a writer.

Eddie sees you eyeing the instrument. “You play?”

“A little.”

“Play me something.” He says, sitting on the piano bench then patting the seat next to him.

You sit, thinking about what to play then you played the familiar keys.

Eddie chuckles. “‘If You’re Happy And You Know It’. A classic.”

“Can you play piano?” You ask.

“Can I play piano?” Eddie repeats, offended. “Come sit with us Chrissy. I want you both to bask in my glory.”

You and Chrissy roll your eyes. The bench was big enough for the three of you to sit. Eddie right in the middle. He cracks his knuckles then began dwindling with the piano keys, playing the “Flight of the Bumble Bee”.

Your mouths dropped at how well he played. His fingers scaled across the piano so effortlessly. Chrissy seemed to be thinking the same although with more of dirty mind because she flashes you a knowing grin. When he finishes, you both break into applause.

“Wow, Eddie, that was incredible.” You say.

“It was awesome!” Chrissy exclaims.

“Aww, you guys are just saying that.” He says, swatting a hand at your praises.

“Where’d you learn to pick up piano?” You asked.

“As a musician, I have to learn how to play most instruments. The ones that matter anyway. I’m self taught. All I do is play by ear.”

“That’s great to know. I’ll write that down.” You went to retrieve your notebook.

“Can you play ‘Master of Puppets’?” Chrissy asks.

Eddie’s mouth drops. “There’s no way you know that song. It’s too raw.”

“I’m a fan of Metallica, you jerk,” Chrissy laughs. “This isn’t to impress you by the way. I just would like to hear you play it.”

“How about I play it on guitar for you, instead?”

“Ooh, that sounds nice.”

Why did it hurt seeing them laughing and flirt with each other? This is good. You should be fine distancing yourself.

So you did. It’s for your career. You don’t care if Eddie’s giving her more attention than you. You don’t care if they reference things only they understood. You.Don’t. Care.

A hand rests on your shoulders, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“You seem out of it.” Eddie comments.

“I’m just tired. It’s been a long day.”

He nods. “Okay. Well, I was wondering if you and Chrissy would like to come with me to Jessie Blue’s beach party tonight? I’d hate to go alone because I can’t stand parties. But it’s my bandmate’s shindig so I’ve gotta support.”

“Yeah! We’d love to go. Right, Y/n?” Chrissy says, toothy smile on her face.

They look at you, awaiting your answer.

“Y-yeah. Can’t wait.”

Eddie smiles. “Great. I’ll pick you both up at 8. I’ll be the designated driver so you girls can drink if you want.”

“Nooo. We are good for forever.” You say.

The rest of the noon, the remaining bandmates and the producer had finally shown up and the boys recorded their song,‘Bloodshed’. You can tell that Eddie was singing to Chrissy almost like he was giving her a personal concert. You could hardly focus on your writing.

When the day was done, you and Chrissy headed to your car. Eddie runs behind to catch up with you guys. You assumed that he was trying to say his final goodbyes to Chrissy but instead he was looking for you.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?” Eddie asks.

“Sure.” You say.

“What was that about?”

“What?”

“You being weird and distant.”

“I told you I’m just really tired.”

“Do you still want to go to the party?”

“Why so that you can be alone with Chrissy?!”

“No. Of course not. I’m just concerned for you.”

Oh, shit! Did I just say that out loud? Goddamn!Fucking fuck!

“I’m fine, Eddie.” You snapped.

“O-okay. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Yeah.” You say, dismissively, entering you car.

He waves and Chrissy waves back. You don’t.

You drove off and Chrissy sighs, a huge smile on her face. “I forgot how fun it was hanging out with him.”

“Yeah, so very fun.” Y/n! You sound bitterly sarcastic. She’ll definitely know something’s up.

“Is everything alright?” She asks. You see?!

“I’m fine. Tired.”

“You do get a wittle cwanky when your sleepy,” She says, pinching your cheek. “I wonder what I’m going to wear for the party.”

Why did the villain part of you wish to search for the hottest bathing suit on Earth so that Eddie would have eyes for you and only you?

—————

The night arrives and Eddie’s waiting outside for you in his car. You were ready a long time ago but you were beginning to question buying this white thong bikini that, although it made you look amazing, it was too revealing. You’re regretting this.

Chrissy walks into your room, looking you up and down. “You look amazing!”

“No, you look amazing and I should change.”

“No! I refuse to let you change. You’re cool girl now, remember? Wear this knitted cover up dress. It’ll leave things to the imagination while still remaining sexy. Now hurry up. Eddie’s waiting.” She singsongs, leaving the room.

Fuck it. You wanted eyes on you then eyes will be on you. You headed outside, noticing Chrissie had taken the backseat. You were going to do the same when you heard a whistle calling your attention.

“You gonna take a seat or what?” Eddie challenges.

You did love a little competition. You took the challenge of seating in the front seat. Although you stayed silent the entire ride, Eddie and Chrissy having most of the conversation. Every now and then, Eddie would glance over at you. At one point you swore you saw him lick his lips in your direction like he’d devour you at any moment.

Finally, you’d arrive to your destination. The beach house was ginormous. Jessie Blue had definitely spent his money well as a celebrity. The three of you enter the home and you immediately looked around in awe.

Jessie comes over to greet you all. “Hello ladies…and brother of mine, I’m glad you guys made it. There’s a bonfire on the beach, volleyball, all the booze you need and so much more,” His eyes land on you. “You look incredible, Y/n. May I whisk you away?”

You look over at Eddie. His jaw clenched as if trying to keep himself from protesting.

“I’ll go with you.” You said.

“Wonderful,” He holds out his arm and you loop your hand around his. “I know you said you liked art. So I’d like to show you some of my pieces.”

“How nice. Can my best friend join us?” You asked.

“I’m sure she doesn’t wish to intrude. Eddie’ll take care of her.”

You looked at Chrissy. She nods, letting you know she’ll be okay. You’d worn this revealing outfit only to walk off with the wrong member of the band.

…

Jessie took you to a closed off room that led to a private hallway filled with different artwork mostly inspired by the impressionism art style.

You’d been exploring some time, him following silently behind you as if he were stalking your every move.

“Wow, these are gorgeous. I feel like I’m in some fancy cathedral,” You say, approaching one of the painting. “You made these?”

“Yep. Made this whole room so I can show to pretty girls such as yourself.”

You never remembered Jessie being so forward or showing any interest in you whatsoever. It was strange.

“I appreciate the compliment,” Suddenly, you felt his body heat behind you. You turned to look at him, a little lost. “Something the matter?”

“I just noticed how fucking sexy you are, too.” The faint smell of bourbon on his breath.

This wasn’t the Jessie Blue you knew. Jessie was a southern sweetheart. Not a douche. This was the alcohol taking over.

Your pushed up against a wall. “What are you doing?”

“Can I kiss you?” He says, tilting your chin up.

“I-I don’t think you’d want to. You’re a little intoxicated.”

“I’m fine. A little kiss won’t hurt.”

You sighed. Maybe a kiss can help you forget Eddie. You lift your head and lowers his. Just as your lips were about to touch. Eddie and Chrissy barged in.

“Hope you don’t mind that we’ve joined the tour.”

Jessie Blue growls, angry at the interruption. “I said I’d whisk her away, Eddie. What the fuck are you doing here ruining the moment?”

Eddie steps up to him. “Don’t you ever lay hands on her again. You hear me, Blue?”

“You don’t fucking own her! She wanted it bad. You should see how wet I made that little cat—”

Eddie punches Jessie square in the jaw. You’re hands immediately flew to your mouth in shock. Jessie stumbles back, wiping away the blood from his mouth before attacking Eddie. They were swinging punch for punch and no matter how much you and Chrissy pleaded them to stop, they kept taking swings.

You ran out the room out into the living room where full crowd had dance away.

“There’s a fight!” You yelled, pointing down the private hallway.

The crowd rushed in but instead of helping to break it up. The crowd goes wild and chants. It was like fight club for rich people.

“You people are fucking useless,” You spot Mel Thomas and Judas Argo, having a beer on the deck. “Boys! It’s Eddie and Jessie. Their beating each other up!”

“Ahhh, fucking hell.” Judas says, putting down his beer.

“They do this every time they drink,” Mel explains to you. “Come on, Judas, let’s go fetch our idiots.”

You followed the men to the private hall. They effortlessly pushed through the crowds of people. You run to Chrissy’s side, holding her as you watched the men try to break up the fight.

After, Mel and Judas had to physically restrain Eddie from going after Jessie, the fight was officially over.

“Nothing to see here, folks. Continue partyin’ and all that.” Judas yells out, shooing the crowd.

Mel stares hard between the boys like a disappointed father. “What the fuck just happened?”

“Yeah, ya scarin’ the dames,” Judas chimes in. “You’re pissed drunk, aren’t you?”

“No. I’m not fucking drunk. Jessie tried putting his hands on Y/n.”

“Wait, I’m still trying to process what ya said. You’re not drunk?” Judas asks.

“No. Why the fuck’s that important? That bastard tried to touch Y/n.”

“Was it consensual?” Mel asks you.

“I-it was. Sorta.” You say, rubbing your arm.

Mel sighs. “I’m sure you girls are both shaken up. You should probably be taken home. I’ll get my keys…”

“No. I’ll take them home.” Eddie says.

“Bruv, you’re nose is bleeding so bad it has it’s own cycle.” Judas says.

“I said, I’ll take ‘em home.” Eddie growls.

“Alright, Terminator.” Judas says, holding up his hands.

Eddie grunts for you and Chrissy to follow him. The two of you tiptoeing around Jessie’s body lying out cold on the ground.

————

When you got home, Eddie came inside. You’d offered to patch him up. Chrissy heads to her room but not before giving you a little nudge of approval which meant ‘Get that dick, girl!’.

You shook you head at her, letting her know it was not happening much to her discontent.

You figured the best place to tend to him was in your living room where it was an open reminder that it was just regular patch up and done job. You stood between his legs as his sat on the couch wincing like a baby after every touch.

“You idiot.” You say, shaking your head at him as you cleaned around his nose with the medical gauze.

“I’m the idiot? Why the hell did you go with that asshole?”

“You mean, your bandmate?“

“Fuck that. The guy’s a pig.”

“He was.” You admitted.

“Then, why’d you let him kiss you?”

You couldn’t tell him the real reason. He’d never let you live it down. “Because I’m only a woman. I like what I like.”

“You like assholes who can’t fight?”

“Maybe,” You shrugged. “What’s it to you?”

He chuckles. “And I don’t even get a thank you. Just more of your bratty behavior.”

“Thank you,” You say, sincerely. “Ya happy?”

“Not yet. I don’t like that he touched you like that. I hate it actually.”

“It’s not so bad.”

“Oh? So if I were to touch you like this,” He wraps an arm around your waist, palming a handful of your ample globe in his large hand. His silver rings biting at your skin through the holes of the dress. “Is that ‘not so bad’?”

You lips parted but no words come out, you just look down at him with doe eyes. A mischievous glint sparking in his chocolate brown eyes let you know that he’d only push this further. He lifts cover all from behind letting the bottom hem rest on the top of your ass.

“What about if I did…this?” He moves his hand lower, squeezing between you clenched thighs. He looks up at your face for any protest. But you nod, allowing him to go further. All common sense had gone out the window.

Moving the thong over to the side, he can already feel the heat giving off from your pussy. You’re warm. You were probably wet, too. He trails a middle finger through your while kissing at your stomach. You bite back a moan, trying not to wake Chrissy. You have no control over your mouth once pushes the thick finger into you. You whimpered loud as if it were as cock. You cover your mouth, as he pumped into you.

“Fucking shit, you’re tight.” He growls. Loving the feeling of your cunt suctioning him in as if it wished to absorb it.

Your knees buckle and fall in front of him, removing his finger from inside you. He takes this opportunity to taste you, eyes shining once his tongue collects the ambrosia.

Eddie wraps his fingers around your throat. “Open wide.”

You shouldn’t but you did. He feeds you his index and middle fingers, making you suck on them as if they were his length. He’d just beat the shit out of his bandmate with them and now he’s making you take them down your throat, forcefully gagging you. You hope there wasn’t any blood on them but you could first taste the faint essence of you.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the saliva dribbling from your chin.

“That’s a good girl. Look at how eager you are to please me.” He rubs at his thigh. “Come sit on daddy’s lap.”

Y/n, it’s not too late to stop this! You crawl into his lap, straddling him. He’s so hard. If you’d grind just a little against him, you’d be through. He grips your throat. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want…”

Chrissy comes into the living room, stopping dead in her tracks when she spots you and Eddie in your positions. “Oh, shit. I’m cockblocking, aren’t I? Fuck!” She rans back into the room.

That was a sign. You quickly pull off him. He’s noticeably frustrated. You cleared your throat, gathering the last of your strength.

“I think you should go.” You say, arms crossed as you avoid his eyes.

“What’s with the switch up?” Eddie inquires, genuinely confused.

“I’m not thinking straight right now.” You say, standing up from the couch to show him the door.

He’s lost but gets up from the couch, anyway. You guide him to the front, doing your best not to ask him to come back.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?“ He’s trying to hide the fact that he’s visibly pissed. He doesn’t care what anyone says: Blue Balls is very fucking real.

You nod. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He says, defeatedly, turning on his heels and exiting.

Then, you closed the door behind you and you let out a breath you weren’t sure you were holding. That was the hardest experience you’ve dealt with. Maybe you weren’t as strong in suppressing your sexual appetite as you thought. You’ll make a note for a separate room in London.

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!Reader 18+; Minors DNI Just a fun little idea I had about Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Any thing for the team Prt.2

Jake and I step out into the cool night air. As we weave between the rows of cars, I feel his hand meet the small of my back, guiding me toward the driver's side of the cream and white pickup.

I reach for the door handle before I can, but Jake is shooing my hand away, "No Lady of mine will open her door while I'm around."

I step back and watch him open the door with ease before holding a hand palm up to help me in. I take his hand and lift myself into the truck with far more grace than I had earlier in the evening. Jake slides into the driver's seat behind me, his arm makes its way across the back of the seat. He's turned enough to give me his crooked grin and I bite my lip. I scoot a little closer to him and lean forward. Jake automatically understands and leans in to kiss me once again. This kiss was sweeter than the one we had shared in the hallway, but it was just as welcomed.

A moment later Jake pulls away and swallows, "Darlin', I could do that all night if you'd like but I'd love to take you home." His breathing is a little heavy and I grin at his response to a simple kiss.

"Well then," I say, "better get us home then." I grin at him and his eyes widen a little, then he's fumbling a little to get his keys into his ignition.

The truck rumbles to life underneath me, a steady purr, and Jake shifts into gear. This time when his hand leaves the gear-shift his hand comes to rest halfway up my thigh. The motion wasn't invasive, but the intention was clear as day. I feel my face heat up and I take one last look at the HardDeck as we roll out of the parking lot.

After a moment I gently pluck the cowboy hat off the dashboard and pull it into my lap. Jakes had tightened slightly on my thigh. It's so small I could almost believe I imagined it.

"So, you've already told me about your 'baby' this have story too?" I nod down to the hat in my lap.

Jake smiles a little, "Kinda, my buddy back home got into leather working and then that turned into him running an entire custom boot and hat shop. Real creative guy." Jake glances over at me and smiles, "That's one of the first hats he made. Fit it specifically for me 'cause he knew if he fucked it up, I'd still wear it," Jake laughs to himself. I rub my hand over where he rests on my thigh and pick it up by the top.

"May I?" I ask. Now he definitely squeezes my leg and pulls his eyes from the road to look at me for a moment. He jerks his chin up and I place the hat on my head.

I turn a quarter towards him and smile, "Well, how do I look Seresin?"

He smiles, "Perfect," he says but his jaw tightens and he presses a little harder on the gas pedal. We ride in comfortable silence for a moment before Jake chuckles.

"Now you gotta make good on your promise," Jake says and my mind goes blank. What had a promised him? That doesn't sound like me, making promises I forget to follow through on.

"Jake wha-" I start to ask but we are pulling towards the gate and have to pull our ID cards out to hand to the SF officer to scan. She waves us through wishing us goodnight and we drive through the pseudo-town towards the barracks.

"No one ever told ya doll?" he questions. I shake my head no resulting in a wicked grin from Jake. "Well then, let me be the first to tell you," he smoothly guides the truck into a parking space and turns toward me, "If you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy doll."

He leans in to kiss me again, "and that is a view I'd love to have."

He opens the door of the truck and lands squarely on his feet before extending his hand to me once again.

"Common doll, let me take you inside." he smiles, and I place my hand in his, this time I'm prepared for the pull. As I swing my legs to the edge of the seat Jake wedges himself between my thighs. He places his hands solidly on my his and grins, leaning in for a heated kiss. I kiss him back, careful not to knock the hat off my head. I feel his hand wandering down my ass before he picks me up, forcing me to wrap my arms around his neck to keep from falling. I yelp.

"Jake, don't drop me," I saw harshly.

"Oh, babydoll, I would never," he says softly.

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Being a part of the Dagger Squadron has its perk, one of which is private apartments. We had decided to go to Jake's apartment instead of mine, his being on the second floor and mine being on the fourth. I find myself excited to see what Hangman's personal life is like. Does he fold all of the clothes into neat squares before placing them in their drawers? What books does he read, and what videogames does he play? Hell, I even was to know what kind of toothpaste he uses. My heart races, do I like Jake Seresin more than I thought I did? Do I want to know about his personal life out of curiosity or do I want to be a part of it?

Before my mind wanders to much farther Jake has stopped at a door and is sliding a key into the lock, jiggling the key and doing a few practiced turns before it finally clicks open. He pushes the door wide and holds it for me, as promised. I step inside with a comical tip of my, well, his hat. I glance around the apartment, it's a mirror of mine upstairs. There are a few dishes in the sink as well as an abandoned mug and book on the coffee table. I see vintage car posters hung on the wall as well as a few photos of Hangman with a gaggle of five women. One of the women appeared to be older than him but the rest looked to be younger. I hear the lock click into place behind me and I turn and watch Jaek toe off his boot and leave them by the front door. I kick mine off as well and leave them next to his.

He winds his arms around my waist and smiles, "You know we don't have to do anything you don't want right darlin'."

I giggle and place my arms over his shoulders, "Seresin, I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be."

His smile turns wicked, "Last chance Babydoll." I nod. Then our lips meet again and he gently presses me backward toward his bedroom. He pants against my mouth, and his tongue pulls soft moans from me. I feel him groan against my mouth and stop us before my legs connect with the edge of his bed. He pulls away for a moment and removes his at from my head, opting to hang it on one of the bed posts. When he looks back at me his hands make trails up and down my sides before they clamp down and he tosses me squarely into the middle of his bed.

I gasp when I land, sitting up just enough in time to see him crawl over me like a cat stalking its prey.

There is no stopping the onslaught of his lips and tongue making his way up my neck and to my lips. His hands glide under the hem of my shirt where he finds the lace edges of my bralette. I arch my chest into his touch and a whine forms in the back of my throat. His thumbs find my nipples as he settles one knee between my thighs. I gasp at the tantalizing heat and pressure on my pussy.

Jake chuckles into my mouth and pulls away slightly, "How about we get some of these outta the way?" he asks. I sit up slightly, thinking he means m shirt before he grabs the hem of his button-down and all but rips it from his body, and tosses it onto the floor. I take a moment to admire the view, His jeans are tented in the front, obvious he is as excited as I am. His pants wrap around his hips and he looks sinful. He takes my hand and pulls me up enough to slide my shirt from my body. He makes slow work of it, hands maintaining contact with my skin as he pushes the offensive fabric out of the way and over my head. Instead of joining his shirt on the floor, he hangs it on the bedpost opposite from his hat.

When he turns back to me he runs a hand over his face, "Perfect," he mumbles to himself "Made just for me."

I blush and pull him back down for another kiss, his lips trail from mine down my neck and to the lace edge of my remaining covering. The thin material shows him exactly where my pebbled nipples are and he takes one with care between his teeth over the fabric. His other hand massages its twin. Carefully he pulls the cup down to expose my breast taking his time.

"Jake, please," I cry, "you've teased me all night, I need you." My voice is cracked and desperate. I feel his lips form a smile and then he sucks a round bruise onto my breast. I yelp as my nerves light up, but he pulls away, "Teasing?" he questions, "This is just warm-ups sweetheart."

He leans back down, continuing to leave small bruises, and kisses down to the button of my pants.

He unhooks the button with ease and loops his fingers around the edge. He gently pats my hip twice and I lift my legs to let him pull them the rest of the way off. My panties snag on my pants and get pulled halfway down my thighs, I instinctively bring my knees closer.

"Oh, come on now doll, how am I supposed to do my job if you hide like that," Jake says teasingly down to me. My mouth hangs open for a moment and then I move my knees apart. He hooks a finger around my panties and I watch as he tucks them into his back pocket.

"Hey!" I protest, "You can't steal my underwear."

"You stole my hat," He smiles.

"You told me to wear it Seresin," I say matter of factly.

" Well," he chuckles darkly, "now I'm telling myself to take a little prize for later." Before I can say more he's sliding down onto his stomach and his hands are gripping the backs of my thighs. His thumbs massage the crease where my ass and thighs meet, the act causes my pussy to spread the slightest amount, making me feel exposed most satisfyingly. He watches my reactions and glances down at my pussy. Then he places an open-mouthed kiss on both of my thighs and finally one directly to my clit. I involuntarily move my hips to meet his mouth with a gasp and I feel him smile. He runs his flat tongue over my clit and I cry out, but he switches back to kissing. I don't know how long he switches between kissing and licking, occasionally wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves to gently suck. My moans become more frequent and my hips more uncontrollable. He moves two fingers slowly through my lips, spreading me and giving himself better access to my clit. His fingers massaged and added pressure to the rest of my pussy before slowly sliding them into me. I gasp at the feeling and mutter his name repeatedly.

He curls his fingers slightly into me, slowly wiggling and searching for the spot to take me over the edge. I feel him make contact inside me and yelp, "There. Jake, Oh god."

Then he switches from long slow licks and kisses to my clit to wrapping his lips around me and sucking gently, he curls his fingers in giving me even more pressure. He rocks his hand back and forth, fingers never fully leaving my sex and repeatedly pressing into the same spot. My legs fall wider apart and I can see him grinding his hips into the mattress as he eats me out. Any knowledge of his movements ends as I feel my muscles contract and my legs lock up around Jake's head. His hand and mouth don't stop moving until my body goes limp and I feel like I'm floating.

His insistent movements slow back to his long slow strokes over my clit until I whimper out his name.

Jake sits up on his knees and smiles down at me, his hands slowly running over my legs, "Not bad for my first time, right?".

I bold up, shocked, "Jake, what-"

He laughs and leans down to kiss me, the salty taste of myself on his lips, "No baby, I'm teasing. Just wanted to see your face if you thought you'd fallen apart like that for a rookie." I push his chest slightly, annoyed. He lays on his side next to me, smiling with one hand supporting his head. I assume the same position and he runs a hand along the smooth skin of my hip and thigh. Our lips connect softly and he drags me a little closer to press himself against me.

His hand makes its way around to my back and he drags me closer. He shifts us so that I have one leg on either side of my hips. I realize he only has his black boxers remaining, when did he have time to do that? His hands lazily move my hips back and forth to grind my tender clit along his clothed cock.

He smiles up at me, "How 'bout you grab that hat there baby doll," he slides a hand behind his head and lifts his hips to press harder against me. I unsaddle myself from him and turn to grab his hat, when I turn back he is rolled over towards the nightstand digging through one of the drawers. He rolls onto his back once more before saying, "I'm clean but we can use condoms if you'd like." I blushed at the reality of what I was about to do with Hangman nonetheless.

"I'm on birth control," I tell him, "makes life easier."

He smiles and eagerly tosses the condom to the floor without a second thought. I laugh at his excitement and run my fingers along the edge of his boxers before sliding them down, exposing his cock.

He looks painfully hard, the head is pink and leaking. I lick my lips and that makes his chest rumble, "Another time baby. If I wait one more moment to see you riding me I think I might not be able to hold back."

I blink in shock and then place his hat squarely on my head and smile at him, "Yes sir."

I slide back onto his lap and our contact feels right. I meet his eyes as he casually leans back and he looks desperate with anticipation and my heart flutters.

I stroke him gently from base to tip and back down before I lift myself over him. He bites his lip and his hand makes its way to my hip and squeezes reassuringly. I slowly let his head slide over my clit and then down to my pussy. I lower myself so that he sinks into me.

"Take your time darlin'," Jake huffs and groans at the squeeze, "if you go too fast I won't last."

I gasp with pleasure and my pace stutters causing me to sink lower quickly, Jake hisses and his grip tightens. I restart my descent. I finally flush to hips after some minor adjusting my hips. I lift myself as high as I can off him and lower myself again and Jake whines from deep in his throat. I repeat the motion, gasping and placing my hands on his chest to stabilize myself. I start to move, experimenting moving my hips back and forth as I glide up and down his cock. I heard Jake grunt and I look away from where our bodies met to look him in the face.

He is shining in a light sheen of sweat in the moonlight and I can still smell his cologne. His body is hot against my hands and his breath is short. His lips tilt upwards, "I could watch you like this forever, babydoll," he huffs out.

I lower myself all the way back down on him and lean down to kiss him softly. He meets my lips tenderly and lifts his hips and moves both hands to hold my hips.

"Doll, please, I," He inhales sharply as he slides slowly out a few inches, "I need this." I look surprised at him, the one and only Hangman were begging, for me. I looked closer at him, his eyes were fixed on the point where our bodies met. His mouth was slightly agape and his short came with a soft moan at the end.

"Jake," his eyes shot to mine, "anything for you."

His eyes practically rolled back into his head as he pulled me into his chest, I squeezed my knees into his sides to hold myself still as Jake let loose. He wraps his arms around my back and I hold onto him, in a tight embrace.

My face is buried in the crook of his neck as his hips work desperately against mine, aiming for the same small spot inside of me. He's grinding into me more than anything, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

One of his arms leaves my back and wraps around my waist roughly. His other hand tears the hat off my head and tosses it on the bed next to us.

In one easy movement, he flips me onto my back. I gasp at the new depth and pressure of his cock.

"Touch yourself, baby, I wanna know what you feel like when you cum. Cause one day I'm gonna count them for ya'," He grins and leans down to bite my neck low enough it wouldn't show in my uniform. I run a hand between us to my clit, Jake leans back enough to give me room to work, but then I saw the real reason.

He was watching me play with myself as he rocked into me. He grunted as I clenched around him, surprising myself at how close I already was.

"Jake, I'm close. Please, please, don't stop, you can't," I sob into his ear.

"Just a," he grunts and his hips stutter a little and I well with tears at the change, "Second baby, I'm almost," a moaning breath," there."

He keeps moving steadily as he launches me into the stratosphere, I feel his strokes get longer and harder. I can't stop the cries coming out of my throat, and then Jake presses in close to my ear.

In a rough whisper, he says, "Common doll, let go."

I almost see stars, my ears ring for a second and every muscle in my body feels close to cramping. My whole body spasms rhythmically around him and it only seems to encourage him.

He moves faster and harder, moaning into my ear before he almost fully stops, his hips are flush against my ass. He pushes into me like he's trying to fuse our bodies. He exhales harshly in my ear and I realized he'd been holding his breath. He seems to go limp as he pressed himself into me. We lay there for a moment, coming down from the stars. Jake shifts before I do, kissing my neck and shoulder gently. His hands make their way up and down my body slowly and firmly, bringing me back to my body. I smile at him and he returns it.

"How was that?" he asks, his smile suddenly turning cocky.

I laugh loudly at him, he joins in and goes back to holding me close and going back to kissing my exposed skin. He finally shifts and pulls out of me. I feel something else slide out after he's gone and I feel my face turn red. Jake groans and I look up at him.

"If nothing else that's, enough to get a man ready for a second round," his eyes are trained on my pussy and I move my knees together. Jake laughs and leans down to kiss my knees. He slides off the bed and comes up to the side to kiss me.

"But it's late doll. Let's get you cleaned up and I'll let you sleep." I smile and return his kiss and then settle a little further into his bed. Jake chuckles and makes his way, naked, towards the bathroom. He disappears for half a second before popping his head around the corner. "But I make no promises to let you sleep tomorrow." with that he winks and disappears to the bathroom.

He comes back and hands me a warm damp washcloth, I clean myself up as Jake pulls another set of sheets from the bottom drawer of his dresser. He opens the second drawer and pulls out a neatly folded blue shirt, with NAVY printed across the front. He smiles sheepishly and hands me the shirt, it's soft in the way only well-loved shirts can be.

He nods his head to the side towards the bathroom, "Go get changed darlin', I'll make the bed." I smile at him and slide out of bed and stop to kiss him on my way to the bathroom. I shut the door, use the toilet, and change into Jake's shirt. It hangs loosely on me and I smile into the mirror at myself. I could get used to this. I open the door and find Jake already in bed, hat re-hung on the bed post, and my clothes are folded on top of the dresser. My clothes, minus my panties. I crawl into bed next to Jake who holds me as I lay tucked into his side.

He kisses my hair and I sigh softly.

"Goodnight, Seresin," I whisper to him.

"Goodnight darlin'," he responds

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AN; Hey look! I finished it :D let me know whatcha think

-okay, bye, thanks for reading, luv u <3

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