white people are very brave when it comes to terrorizing black children who do not have the power to fight back. and are very surprise when someone comes to their defense.
I will reblog until I die.
Don’t look to any outsiders to protect our children.
summary: you come over to family video after a halloween party and steve can't keep his hands off you? idk what this is tbh i was on drugs when i wrote this.
warning(s): 18+, steve being an absolute slut for you, making out, dry humping, unprotected sex, semi public sex, finger sucking, you giving steve hickeys, mentions of you dress as daphne blake but that doesn't last long and idk if i would qualify this as a halloween fic, it's just steve lovingly railing you <3 AND UNEDITED WORK SO DON'T BULLY ME!
"I'm sorry I had to work tonight babe." He apologized placing some movies in there rightful places before turning his head to see where you stood behind the counter playing with the necklace on your neck that he had gotten you for your birthday.
His eyes ran over your Daphne Blake costume, he remembered rolling his eyes when you told him that you and the rest of the group had planned to be the Scooby Gang.
He was supposed to be Fred but he had to work and he couldn't call off again this week.
"It's okay" you hummed "It was only the most important night of the year." You sounded mad but the playful glance you threw made him laugh.
"Halloween is the most important night of the year? Not my birthday or our anniversary?" He asked crossing his arm over his chest.
You looked up at him "No" you shook your head with a smile and he rolled his eyes.
"You didn't have to come you could've stood at the party." He told you running a hand through his hair as he made his way towards you leaning against the opposite side of the counter so he could get a better look at your face.
He always liked to admire you.
"It's fine, it wasn't all that anyways plus I much rather watch you slave around here with those tight jeans on than be at some stupid party." You grinned at him leaning on your elbows, He laughed reaching out to brush a stray hair away from your face "Yeah?"
"Yep, what can I say I'm a fool for a man with a nice ass."
"You're sick" he joked leaning down "For you" you joked meeting in the middle so you could kiss him. His hand cupped your cheek as you slipped your tongue into his mouth.
He wanted to pull you closer but the counter between the two of you stopped him from moving any closer to you.
You tasted like candy with a faint hint of beer, he let out a low moan against your lips when you sucked on his tongue before pulling away, a thin string of spit between the two of you that broke of when you pulled away.
"You're a fucking tease." He huffed wiping your wet lips with his thumb, his cheeks reddened from your interaction "Am not." You shot back shaking your head "I just know you have work to do."
"You think I wanna do work after that?" He asked, you laughed "That's a sneak peek of what you'll get if you finish." His hand slid down to your neck, his thumb now caressing the vein on your nexk.
"Not enough." He said a slight pout on his lips now that you weren't giving him what he wanted.
"No?" He shook his head and you rolled your eyes "Fine." Your fingers wrapped around the collar of his shirt pulling him down to face and he thought you were going to give him another kiss but you didn't.
"What if I told you that I accidentally left my panties in my car?"
"Oh?" You nodded at his response letting him go "Accidentally?" He questioned raising an eyebrows "Of course" you said innocently "I would never purposely do anything like that" you picked at your bottom lip playing coy with him.
He felt himself harden in his jeans at the thought of you in that tight purple dress with no panties underneath, how easy it would be just to bend you over the counter and take you right here.
He knew realistically couldn't not with the cameras but the idea had him throbbing.
Fuck.
He quickly tried to grab all the movies on the counter in his hands almost dropping a few and you laughed at the desperate look on his face "Shut up."
"Sorry" you said stifling your laugh.
Steve honestly hadn't worked as fast as he was working right now, he didn't care that he looked desperate for you because he was. He'd always be fucking desperate for you.
Finally he had finished and he was speed walking behind the counter before you could process anything he was turning you around to kiss you.
His hand finding a place on your hips pulling you closer and slightly off your feet so he could kiss you properly.
You threw your arms over his shoulders, you gasped when he pressed you roughly against the counter, rattling the stuff on top. "You're gonna break something."
"I don't care" he said, he need you so badly. He lifted on leg against his waist the rough material of his jeans rubbing against your bare pussy.
You bit your lip, your hands sliding under his shirt scratching his skin lightly "You're so hot" you whimpered leaning up to kiss his neck.
You sucked marks on his necks that you knew he'd wear with pride, he never did bother to cover them up and always bragged about them to everyone.
He grinded against you a bit harder bringing you out of your thoughts noticing the lost look in your eyes when you pulled away from his neck "What are you thinking about?" He asked "You, just you." You moaned.
He gripped your hips tighter when he felt your wetness through his jeans letting out a groan after, this whole thing almost being too much for him.
The thought of what the two of you looked like running through his brain, how greedy he must've looked dry humping you in the middle of the store but he needed more, he needed to feel you.
He picked you up placing you on the counter "I can't take it." He whimpered pulling away from you pushing your dress higher almost letting out a moan at the sight of your pussy looking all puffy from him grinding against you.
He unbuckled his jeans pulling his cock out, he slid himself through you wet folds loving the way you looked so fucking needy for him.
"You sure you can take it?" He teased, he knew you could take it, you were always so good for him.
You huffed "You know I can fucking take it." He smiled, you were always got angry when he didn't give you what you wanted.
He opened his mouth to tease you some more but you glared at him and he couldn't help but chuckle "Fine, fine, needy girl" he hummed before pushing into you in one thrust "Steve!" Your nails dug into his shirt throwing your head back. He gave you time to adjust "Ready baby?"
You nodded "Always" His body towered over you as he thrusted into roughly. Your head leaned against his chest moaning, he brought his hand to your hair pulling lightly "Look at me, Look at me."
You pulled your head to stared up at him, he held your face in his hands just wanting to see you as he fucked you, pulling out just to slam back in to see the way your eyes glossed over and you mouth fell open.
You would never understand what effect you had on him, no one had ever had this hold on him. You made him crazy, he was fully obsessed with you.
One of his hands dug into your thigh while he brought the other one to your face shoving two fingers into your mouth when your moans got too loud.
"You feel so fucking good." He moaned as you sucked on his fingers, your tongue running over the pads of his fingers, your eyes shut.
His hips moved harshly using his full force causing his knees bumping into the rough wood of the counter but he didn't care about the bruises that would replace the ones he had from when he ate you out in the bathroom.
He felt his orgasm coming closer but he need you to come first, he pulled his fingers from your lips, your eyes fluttering open to stare up at him through your wet lashes.
He brought the two fingers that were in your mouth to clit rubbing in circles just the way you liked. You looked down at where the two of you met and you whimpered.
He felt like he was on fucking fire, the way you felt around him, everytime he fucked you it felt just as amazing as the first time.
"Come on baby." He whispered taking your bottom lip between his and pulling on it lightly "Cum for me, come on" you eyes squeezed shut as your mouth fell open no actual sound leaving your lips as you came around him.
He moaned as you milked his cock, cumming inside you soft whimpers leaving his lips.
He let out a breath once you both relaxed "You're a whore" you laughed your head against his chest "You corrupted me." He hummed playing with your hair.
"Eddie stole a bag of candy from some trick or treaters and gave it to me? Wanna go home and eat it?" You asked looking up at him and he nodded pecking your lips.
"We'll worry about the cameras tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow."
so sorry this sucked <3, feel free to request and tell me what you think.
Ari x Reader: won't you whisper soft and slow? (One Shot)
Plot: A grumpy old man falls in love with the village sweetheart.
or, the one where Ari just wants to be left alone but a few sweet pastries from the sweetest girl had him changing his mind.
Tags: SMUT, older!ari, kinda bimbo!reader, ruined innocence kink, mean words, grumpy ari (but not to reader), slight spanking, threats, violence (not to reader), spitting, oral job (both receiving), p to v smut, DDLG-ish, daddy kink (duh), breeding kink, fluff, kinda (in a good way) controlling ari, protective ari, domestic air, 18+
When news broke that you were dating Ari your friends nearly didn’t believe it.
Shrugging it off as another unbelievable rumor this stagnant old town came up with in hopes of spicing up their painfully monotone lives.
Ari was Ari. He was a no-nonsense, gruff, only speaks when spoken to, a painfully unfriendly, mysterious man who arrived in town a year ago to live out his years on his plot of land in the mountains. (Or so they say.)
And you were … you.
A sweet little thing who would be hated by the town's wives if you weren’t too innocent and vapid for your own good – always willing to lend out a hand whenever they were starting to get overwhelmed from the children and housework every time their husbands leave home.
The very image of you in short summer dresses and glittery lipgloss smacked on pouty lips that are somehow constantly sucking on candies holding hands with rough palms covered with dust and grease is connected to a man nearly twice your age and height with a face stuck on a permanently bored glare was too comical to even think about.
And yet, one perfectly normal Spring morning, birds crashed on windows, bunnies tripped over their own legs, and hearts of bachelors all over town broke when you were found prancing on the farmer’s market with the grumpy giant in tow – who now apparently has learned to speak:
“Yes, sweetheart,” he nodded at the large bottle of strawberry jam you were shoving on his face. “Whatever you want.”
You shrieked in glee, jumping into his arms to give him a wet kiss that had any man within the viewing radius blush or get slapped by their wives. It wasn't helped that Ari wasn’t one for decorum and gripped your ass into his hands, pulling you closer into his body and nearly flashing the entire town when your summer dress bunched up.
“This is going to be sooo good! I can make you that cute crêpe I always make the kids at their tea parties. It has strawberries and extra cream and I add just a pinch of cinnamon and sugar to make that –”
And the weirdest sight of them all on that extremely uncanny morning was … the older man smiled – was smiling, as he let himself be dragged by you from one end of the market to the other while you threw whatever you had fancied into his face. And when that had finished he walked out of there, as quietly as he usually does, with one of his hands full with paper baskets and the other holding a sleepy little darling that kept muttering on about picnics under the willow tree and sweet strawberry shortcakes.
Ari was suddenly taking a lot of trips down the mountain. Usually, he would drive down once every two weeks to replenish his groceries and to buy materials for whatever project he was working on in his house in the next town over but now he was somehow everywhere every day.
He was in the cafe, painfully large and out of place in the small space, buying different slices of all the cake baked that morning together with a cup of black coffee (no sugar or nothin’) and strawberry blended frappe with whipped cream and extra sliced strawberries to go. Someone saw him in the finals of the small league baseball tournament leaning on a tree, his eyes never wavering from your figure as you ran up and down the bench to give assistance to the kids (the crowd was sure the sun wasn't the only one to blame for the opposing coach, who was usually a lecherous jerk, to be sweating bullets).
“Sweetheart.”
Everyone could feel the crowd straighten up when he finally spoke, calling out for you in an uncharacteristically sweet endearment. However, you seemed to have not noticed everyone’s eyes on you as you turned to him with a smile.
“Com’ere, you’ve been under the sun too long.”
You turned to the rowdy kid behind you and their exasperated mothers. “J-Just, a second, da – Ari!”
However, the man just cocked his head to his car parked by the shade before it had you wincing, quickly running to him with a kiss and a small pout of sorry. He gladly accepted the kiss before leading you into the truck and driving off with no more than a glance at the clearly gawking crowd.
On a rare occurrence, someone even caught him in the bar surrounded by a group of people, only he had his head buried on your neck blocking everyone out as you sat gleefully on his lap, giggling at every word whispered on your skin.
“How’d that happen?” Dexter, the son of the town’s mechanic snickered bitterly into his bottle, pushing his head up to empty it. His eyes throwing glares at you nestled perfectly on your lover’s lap, lost in your own bubble only he had access to.
“Beats me,” his friend shrugged, following his lead and raising his arm to order another pair of cold ones for his frustrated companion. It was clear Dexter had been aiming for you for a while now but his advances always flew over your head. So he was understandably upset when he had finally heard of you getting snatched up by an older man that lives over at the fucking mountains when Dexter had the homecourt advantage of living close to you and was one of the most eligible bachelors of the town who had the leading shot of getting to wife you up.
But the old fuck had to ruin it all.
“I bet he snatched her up on her lil’ walks and fucked whatever was left in her brain,” he muttered bitterly, ignoring his friend’s slap on his arms at the harsh jab at your … simplistic tendencies. “If there had been any in there, to begin with.”
He knew he was talking out of bitterness but his resentment and the alcohol let his mouth get a little too loose.
“DEX –”
“Whiskey straight and a strawberry cocktail.”
A gravely deep voice cut through the noise of the bar. When he whipped his head behind him what greeted him was you all alone in your seat staringly deliriously at the man right behind him, ignorant of the murderous haze in his eyes.
“Levinson, I’m so sorry about this, man. He’s drun –”
Ari cut his friend off with a look. Dexter could almost see his imaginary tail tucked behind him. He tried to steel himself and puff his chest out but every nerve in his body begged him to cower. The large shadow of the man falling on his body had him audibly gulping. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe the primal fear of running from predators but he could feel his limbs shake in desperation.
“You’re right,” he flinched when Ari slammed the two glasses in his hand which was immediately replaced by the bartender with the fresh drinks he ordered. “I did take your girl, didn’t I?”
Dexter saw an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, yet something in it made him shiver – made him realize he was a lot more dangerous than he let everyone else believe.
“But hey, best man always wins, right?” he smirked, leaning into his space until he had to step back and knocked a glass back, shattering on the floor. His words were harmless and almost friendly but everyone in the vicinity knew he was anything but such.
“Ari?”
He could vomit, eyes flicking behind the towering man to see you peeking up at what was the commotion about. “Is everything okay?”
You grabbed at his arm, his face quickly doing a 180 as he smiled down at you.
“Hmm,” he kissed the top of your head as you beamed up at the monster mindlessly. “Just had a … talk with your friend.”
“That’s good!” you clapped, innocently gleaming up at your shivering neighbor, completely oblivious to Ari’s terrifying expression behind you. “This one doesn’t really like to go out much. Just wanna lock me in his house, I swear.”
It took everything in Dexter not to imagine just what goes on within the four walls of his home but the smirk the older man sent his way made him sick to his stomach.
“Can you blame me, kid?” Dexter gritted his teeth, watching as Ari wrapped his bulging arm around your waist, his neck getting kissed by you as you turned to hug him back. He was clearly looking down on him but it’s not like he can do anything about it.
“No,” he gulped, when he realized Ari wanted to play the buddy-buddy act and answer. “I can’t blame you at all.”
“Why don't you go say goodbye to your friends now, sweetheart? I think you’ve had enough tonight,” Ari cooed at you as you struggled to cleanly drink your new pretty glass before whining when he forcibly took the half-empty cup and gave it to the bartender.
“But Ariiiii,” you whined but all that earned was a sharp slap to your ass that rang out and cut through the music of the dingy bar. They would’ve at least tried to defend you if you didn’t gleefully shriek and press your body harder into his, giggling and pressing small kisses and small bites to what part of his neck that you could reach.
“Now, honey,” he commanded, finally bending down slightly to give you the kiss you were so clearly desperate for.
“Okay, okay,” you moaned into his lips before prancing off to say goodbye to your group, Ari’s eyes watching your every move.
Everything happened so fast that it took Dexter a moment to realize Ari had his arms reached out for a handshake. Despite his pride, as a man in tatters, he decided to accept it only to whimper and nearly keel over in pain when Ari had gripped it so hard he felt his fingers crack and pop in protest.
Ari suddenly pulled his hand into him until he was leaning over his ear. “Let me hear you talk about my woman again I’ll rip your fucking jaw open.”
In a snap, he was back to being normal – the same unreadable mask on his face as he let go of Dexter’s ruined hand and patted him on the back. “I’ll see you around.”
(Six Months Ago)
The people in this town may have no idea how the two of you happened but Ari remembers everything – remembers the weather, the smell of the incoming rain in the air, the soft pounding on his door, and the sweetest voice –
“Mr. Levinson, sir?”
He had no choice but to open the door.
He knew these woods. And he knew that the soft voice behind his door would not be able to survive the descent at this time of the day when the sun was just about to go back down and the storm was about to arrive.
And he knew you too – saw you in passing on the rare occurrences he went down the town. You were an attractive girl, someone that will definitely drag any man’s eyes toward her no matter how much they try not to. And believe him, he tried not to.
You were young and sweet and lacked the judgment and slight fear the townfolk always had in their eyes whenever they had to interact with him. But on some rare occurrences, the old baker that was usually on the counter had a family emergency and asked for your help to man the store so he had a short and rare encounter with you that had somehow resulted in him ordering a fucking cake to be delivered into his home.
He doesn’t even like sugar in his coffee he had no idea why he had allowed himself to be convinced to buy such a delicacy.
He felt a shiver and a sense of shame in his spine. Women are dangerous.
“Yes?”
“Good morning –”
“It’s night.”
He winced at his blunt words. It wasn’t that he was purposefully trying to be rude or that he hated your very presence and how just a few giggles and coo’s from you had him ordering a fucking pastry when he hated sweets but it’s just that … he’s not good with people. The longest people he had been with were people who worked for him, not with him which made it a bit difficult for him to function socially in the normal world.
But you didn’t seem to take offense, confusing him when you turned your head up and then giggled at yourself, “Hehe, good evening, Mr. Levinson, sir!”
Ah, he remembered the whispers about you. You were a bit on the dull side. But you had the pretty face and sweet personality that makes it just endearing.
He sighed, rubbing his face, “Is that –?”
“The choco butternut munchkins you ordered, sir!”
“It’s Ari.”
You had a confused expression written all over your face, “I-It’s …” you looked back down at your basket where the sugary treats were placed, almost as if willing them to give you an answer. “It’s called choco butternut munchkins in the bakery but I guess you can call them Ari too. It’s a cute name!”
Ari opened his mouth to correct your misunderstanding but then he saw the genuine confusion in your face that he couldn't help but burst out in laughter. You joined with a nervous chuckle before you genuinely laughed when you realized he wasn’t making fun of you.
“Here,” he grabbed his wallet from behind his pocket to pick out two hundred dollar bills.
“This is too –”
“For the bother,” he nodded at the small scratches and splotches of dirt in your legs that had you crossing them with one another. He couldn't help but run his eyes up to your painfully short bottoms and a tight sleeveless shirt that just teased the lacy top of your pretty pink bra. “I know it isn’t the easiest trip to take.”
“I-It’s okay,” you smiled bashfully, looking up at him through your lashes. Ari has to remind himself to breathe, his grip on the door frame tightening. “The view is nice.”
Ari knew you genuinely meant that the view from the trek up the hills was nice. And from what he knew about you from the whispers of the town, you weren’t one to be sly about your intentions. Yet he couldn't help but feel a burn on his face. Especially when you looked at him like that.
Suddenly, a flash followed by a loud explosion in the sky had you screaming and clambering up to him. Rain has already fallen, and it seemed it brought nasty weather along it.
When he looked back down at you you were already shaking like a leaf, broken apologies sputtering out of your lips and yet you still clung to him through your teary eyes. You must've been really surprised.
“Hey,” he had no choice but to hook his hand under your chin to make you look up at him. “How bout some coffee while we wait for it to pass?”
You nodded hastily, “Yes! T-Thank you!”
He knew he was making a mistake – that his patience has been spread thin from the few moments he spent with you. It would only be a matter of time before he snapped.
He knew better … and you didn’t.
He should try to last through the night at the very least.
“That’s a pretty sight, ain’t it?”
He lasted less than an hour.
If he was being specific, at exactly 34 minutes since you have been in his home you were now splayed out ass first on the dining table he made himself. Tiny shorts off, panties pulled down till it was caging your thighs in the perfect position, the stretch from the thin cloth deliciously indenting the meat of your legs and giving him the perfect view of your dripping core.
The demon in him couldn't help but slap your ass just to see it jiggle, he chuckled quietly at your tearful yelp.
“M-Mr. Ari, sir –aah,” god, it just looks so perfect as it sways.
“Call me Ari, honey,” he gruffed, grabbing both globes of your ass and spreading it to his liking. He licked his lips. “We’re way past formalities, don’cha think?”
Before you could answer, Ari was already diving in, leaving no room for objections. His large sturdy hands hooked under your legs, thumbs spreading you wide open and leaving no space to run. All you could do was moan and scream out his name as he ate you inside out.
“N-No! ‘S too much!” your words slurred, but he just moaned and pushed his tongue deeper into your hole, refusing to even let you flinch away while he was having his tasty meal. “A-Ari, please!”
You tried to reach out behind you to push him away but he meanly bit on your clit in warning until you screamed.
You weren’t a virgin (high school took care of that) but it was definitely the first time you have experienced your pussy eaten out like that. Like you were nothing but an offering for the big bad wolf in your bedtime stories that used to have you shaking like a leaf.
You felt yourself lose your strength like his mouth sucked out all the energy of your body as you gave up and fully lay on the table. However, his strength proved formidable enough to carry your entire weight like it was nothing as he merely grunted and pulled you closer into his mouth until your orgasm seemed to blur into one painful pleasure.
When he was satisfied and saw that your clit was swollen and pounding from overstimulation, he cleaned you up with his tongue earnestly before letting you down gently and sitting on the wooden chair that topple on the ground. You couldn’t see him but you could feel his eyes, your core twitching at every swipe of his sight as he observed the shape of your cunt and the pretty little marks he had bit in the most sensitive parts of it.
You hiccuped in surprise when you felt a gentle sting from him flicking on your little button. His rough hands run up your thighs before settling on your hips.
“That feel good, honey?”
You hummed, soothed. Kisses were pressed on the dimples of your back, then the length of your spine until you were basically jelly under his soft, bearded, kisses.
“That’s good,” he cooed. “Cause I’m not quite finished with you just yet.”
“Sweetheart?” Ari called out, toeing off his work boots filled with mud and dust. “I’m home!”
He was careful to place the dirty pair into the small rack you had requested he made so he doesn’t mess up your floors like a caveman. He would've been offended if he wasn't so endeared that you called his home yours – not that he was complaining, you were the perfect homemaker. If he didn’t want to respect your late parent’s wishes he would’ve bred you out of wedlock.
The quick patter of footsteps made him smile.
“Indoor slippers, please,” you requested, jumping into his arms and pressing soft kisses he was quick to deepen with a hand behind your neck once he was wearing the appropriate footwear to his house that you had made a home. “How was your trip?”
He scoffed, bouncing you in his arms so you can properly wrap your legs around his waist, his hands supporting your ass as he walked straight into his bedroom.
“Same old,” he grumbled, not wanting to talk about his short visit to the next to get more lumber to upgrade his new storage as he had planned to move you into his home officially before the first snow falls. “Give me a kiss, sweetheart.”
“Mmkay,” you beamed, pressing your body closer until you didn’t know you had ended and he began. With a growl, he gently trapped you between a wall and coaxed your tongue out so he could suck it, his bites are as harsh as usual – like he was trying to suck the very breath from your lungs.
With a wet sound, the two of you separated, your eyes nearly crossing from the lack of oxygen that went into your brain. He chuckled at your state.
“Wher’ ya takin’ me?” you slurred, head buried where his neck met his shoulders.
“Shower, I'm filthy, and all my dirt got to you,” he reasoned, gently placing you on the cold floor before helping you off every single one of your clothes. With a gentle pat on your ass, you were trudging off first into the shower, giggling and shrieking to yourself as the hot water hit your body.
When he went in you were quick to hand him the shampoo, “Bend down, please.”
He’s so glad you still haven’t forgotten your manners – and all it took was one spanking.
He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pressing a kiss on your nose just to make you laugh before laying his forehead on your breasts, his bushy beard irritating your sensitive skin. It was quiet as you ran your gentle fingers on his hair. You had always told him how much you loved his silky mane but he didn't realize just how much until he was driving you to the local post office so you can get the hair products you had ordered just for him. You had washed his hair ever since.
The memory of your care for his well-being filled his heart with so much adoration that he felt himself lose a small part of his control as his mouth gently sucked and nibbled on your pebbling nipples.
You shrieked in surprise, “Daddy! Stop being naughty!”
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he wasn’t sorry at all. “Your pretty tits were tempting me.”
He knew if he looked up at you, you would have that incredulous look on your face at his flattery. “Alright, close your eyes, mister.”
When you were done, he gave you the same favor and massaged your hair until you were almost sleeping in his arms. Next, the body wash was splattered on both your individual loofahs though he had requested an exchange so he can wash you himself and vice versa.
“No funny games, daddy,” you pouted, letting him know that the hot water was almost out and the two of you will be suffering soon enough.
“No promises, baby,” he quipped before nipping another mark on your shoulder that had you giggling.
When the two of you were done groping each other, he wrapped you in a warm towel before doing the same for him. He sat you down on the ottoman by the end of your bed before he plucked out clothes for him and another shirt of his own and one of your panties for you. He knows you don't like wearing bras or pants at home and if it was up to him, you wouldn't be wearing anything at all.
“Come on, baby,” he grinned, opening up the thong in his hand so you can slip your limbs into it. As he slid it up, he pressed kisses on your skin.
“Arms up,” he said before letting his shirt swallow your entire body whole.
He was a gruff man and he would never admit this out loud but he loves quiet moments like this. He loved taking care of you. He loved how it became normal for you for him to take care of you. He’d like to think he was made for you – that someone so sweet and kind would have someone to protect and care for her every need and whim. That his ever-running and logical brain would finally be used to plan your everyday lives and when to pick you up from your job so he can take you home.
Some would think he was overbearing but not you. Because like he was made for you, you were crafted by whatever god exists just to make his life whole.
So despite the malicious murmurs and the rumors dripping with envy he doesn’t ever let the outside world touch your innocence ever again. Now that he was here you can wear your rose-colored glasses forever, you can see the world as beautiful and kind, and you can remain sweet and naive to the true horrors of the world because he will protect you from it.
And as long as your soft hands are dragging him to the unrecognizably clean and sweet-smelling living room, you will never have to worry about anything ever again your entire life.
“You want a beer, daddy?”
He nodded, too enamored at your beauty under the light of the burning furnace behind you. With a cold bottle in his hand, another sitting at the table, and a blues song playing in the background you finally slipped into his lap.
“How was your day, sweetheart?” he asked, gulping the last of the liquid but you were quicker to swap the empty bottle for a new one. It was almost frightening how you knew him so well, even down to the number of bottles he consume every night.
“It was good,” you hummed, leaning into his chest, hands sneaking under his shirt so you can run your hands down the dark curls of his lower abdomen and stare at the burning pyre with him. “I painted my nails.”
He raised his hand that was holding yours to see the fresh bright pink polish on your nails, “It’s pretty, baby.”
“I also had prepared dinner, I just need to heat it up when you get hungry.”
“Damn,” he rubbed his palms up and down your back, turning his head a bit so he can press a kiss on your forehead. “What a good little housewife I have, hmm?”
You preened at the small praise, “wanna be your wife,” you mumbled. He swore his heart would burst.
“You’ll be my wife,” he assured you, “Just gotta move you in first then I’ll pop the question.”
The fact that he had clearly planned this over his head had you nearly tearing up from the amount of love you carried for this man.
“I suggest you start looking for stones you'd like on your ring, hmm?”
“Stones are expensive, daddy,” you mumbled. He didn't have the heart to tell you his hefty bank account hidden in the city of New York would beg otherwise. You were too kind for your own good.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” he placed a finger under your chin to kiss you, the small drops of alcohol on his beard making the kiss so much tastier. "Just show me what you want and I’ll figure it out. I promise.”
He knows his younger brother would blow a fuse when he finds out the “short retreat” he had taken to get out of the bustle of the city would now become a bit permanent. Until he had your consent to move you to his mansion in the city the family company would have to deal with their absent co-CEO and virtual meetings.
He was sure even Lloyd had it handled and was just bitching about it just so he has some sort of leverage in the future.
“Thank you, daddy,” you purred. “I’m really grateful.”
“You are?” he teased. “Wanna show daddy how grateful you are?”
He could almost immediately see the haze of lust in your eyes. “Yeah, I wanna.”
He took a sip of his bottle, maintaining eye contact as you slipped down his body and settled on your place in between his spread-out legs.
“You take care of me so well, daddy,” you mumbled, hands already undoing the knot of his shorts and pulling out his half-hard mast. “I love you lots.”
"Yeah?" he grinned, running a finger on your cheeks.
You nodded, "Love you more than strawberry cakes."
"Wow," he couldn't help the small laugh out of his chest at finally beating your favorite pastry in the race for your heart. Though it quickly turned into a groan when you started sucking on his thumbs. "That's a lot."
"You love me too, right, daddy?" you gave him those puppy eyes that just strike a cupid's bow on his heart.
"Of course, I do," he bent down a bit, pressing s quick wet kiss on your lips. "I love you the most in the entire world."
"'m so lucky," you smiled. Your face lightening up so beautifully at his proclamation of love he couldn't help but fall deeper in love with you once again.
“I’m the luckiest, sweetheart,” he leaned to give you one last kiss, pressing his fingers gently into your cheeks until it was opened enough for him to spit on your mouth. You couldn't help but grind your cunt in the air from how dirty but pleasurable it is. “Having such a pretty baby to take care of.”
Leaning back, he emptied out his second bottle and spread out his legs wider just as you started licking up his length. He groaned.
He tasted clean but as his precum leaked you desperately ran your hands up and down his length so he can smell and taste like him again. Once he gripped your hair you knew he was losing his patience.
So you opened your mouth wide and started bobbing your head up and down his length, making sure to suckle on the tip generously until he was cursing and groaning above you. The small ridge below his head was gently massaged by your tongue – you had blown him enough times to know that was his favorite spot.
Taking a breath, you quickly pressed kisses down his virile length.
“So fucking beautiful,” he guided your hand, watching with full-blown pupils as you pressed a kiss on his balls before giving each one your love.
“Fuck!” he threw his head back. “Open up, little one. Got your favorite treat, for you.”
Eagerly, you suckled back on the head of his cock, looking up at him through your lashes, impressed with yourself that you managed to please this beautiful strong man in front of you.
“Fucking swallow it! That’s right, good job, baby,” His cum exploded into your mouth, quickly filling up your cheeks until you swallowed it. A feeling of warmth spread into your tummy but you didn't have the time to focus on it as your mouth was quickly filling up again with his hefty cum. “Such a good baby.”
When he was done, you suck on his head one last time and cleaned up his cock before putting it back into his shorts.
“You're perfect, sweetheart.”
You grinned up at him, licking your lips.
“Thank you, daddy.”
The bedroom was filled with all types of flowers of congratulations.
The ring glistened under the moonlight.
Your palms were steady on Ari’s chest as he helped you bounce up and down his cock.
You were in a place called The Hamptons – apparently, Ari had lived here his entire life and only moved to your small town because his parents died and had apparently bought a piece of land there that he had to survey as the eldest son.
He had invited you here with the pretense of officially meeting his family but instead, he popped the question while the two of you were in the privacy of your shower and informed you that he would like to settle down in his old home so he can finally reclaim his position as the heir to the company.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he cooed, hooking your hair behind your ear as you tried to do a good job at milking his cock for all its worth. “So beautiful.”
“T-Thank you, daddy,” you moaned, wincing when he cruelly pinched your nipples. “T-Tired!”
“My sweet baby is tired?” You nodded, desperately sucking on his thumb in comfort as your thighs burned and you had lost the strength to bounce and instead opted to just grind your clit while his cock was inside you. “God, you can't do anything without daddy's help can’t you?”
“Stop being mean!” big fat tears rolled down your cheeks, makings your eyes shine like twinkling stars. “Daddy, I wanna cum, please.”
Your cute hiccups and beautiful crying face were more than enough to convince him to stop being an asshole that gets off on making you cry from frustration in pleasure.
With a growl he pulled you into a kiss, swirling his tongue inside to dominate you fully – your sobs stopping as you moaned into his mouth, unaware that he has already flipped the both of you and you were on your back.
He couldn't help but laugh at your whine when he pulled back with a wet slurp, a string of saliva connecting the both of you until it broke and landed perfectly along your sternum, making your body glisten more with your sweat.
“Hold your legs for me, baby,” he commanded, pushing your legs open until he had an unrestricted view of his perfect, puffy, pussy. He couldn't help but lean in just to have a small taste. “So fucking perfect. All those sweets you eat must go straight to your cunt, huh, princess?”
“Daddy!” you whined. “You’re a meanie again! Meanie, meanie!”
Your little punches were nothing to him. When you were desperate like this he tends to forgive when you step out of line and forget your manners like a good girl. With your little brain, you were probably unable to process such complex emotions at once. He understands and he loves you more for it.
So, he decided to end your misery and finally pierce your drooling pussy with your cock. He had never been more thankful for having no neighbors when you screamed. He would rather not explain that he was not in fact murdering his little fiance – just her cunt.
“Daddydaddy – aah!”
The wet slaps of their skin and her melodic moans were almost euphoric. If Ari had believed in any religion he might’ve thought this must be what paradise is like.
He hooked your legs on his shoulders, giving him deeper access to your core. Sucking on your tongue, he couldn’t help but feel the sudden urge to just eat you whole, translated into little nips and bites on your lips, neck, and collarbone – making sure that it would bruise tomorrow when he makes you wear a sheer strapless dress when he takes you shopping.
“Kissies,” you sobbed. “Want kissies, daddy.”
That was his cue that you were about to cum, you really like kisses when you were just on the edge of orgasm – and he really can't ever say no to your pitiful demands. So, with a growl, he let himself be dragged into a wet kiss with you as he doubled the speed of his thrusts until you shattered in his arms. Your orgasm was so intense he felt you break the skin on his back as you squeezed his cock so hard he had to stay still as he exploded in his own euphoria.
He made sure to lick in every corner of your mouth, letting his kiss extend your pleasure as the rhythmic pulse in your pussy finally stopped and you had lost the strength to even keep up with the kiss.
“Stay like that for a while, baby,” he grunted, cooing at you in apology when you whined as he pulled out, his hands holding your legs folded into you.
“‘M sore, daddy,” you mumbled, still drunk from your orgasm.
“I know, baby but we gotta make sure it sticks. I want you showing at our wedding.”
“Wuh …” you blinked slowly. “What sticks, daddy?”
He almost laughed, instead he just grabbed a pillow and grabbed both your legs to raise you up and slip it to support your lower back. “I’ll explain tomorrow, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of you.”
You stared at him for a bit before you gave up, instead giving him a tired smile, “Mmkay.”
He kissed your forehead as sleep slowly won over you, “Goodnight, baby.”
“Goodnight, daddy. Love you – love you more than strawberry cupcakes”
He smirked, and a surge of happiness filled his lungs that makes him feel like he could live forever.
you and Eddie have been friends for quite a while now, even though you were a cheerleader and he was the freak, you never seem to think about it much. because frankly, you didn’t care, you liked being friends with eddie. 
maybe more than friends, you spent a lot of time with eddie and started developing feelings for him. prom was coming soon and you thought that it might be the best way to tell him how you truly feel about him.
eddie told you that he was going to play dnd with his friends at hellfire club, so after cheer practice you decided to wait for him, knowing that it would probably be ending soon. once the other kids started stepping out, you walked into the room to see eddie cleaning up
“hey” he said as he put his things away
“hey—how was it?” you asked, and he told you how the game went. even though you didn’t really care for dnd, or even knew anything about it, you still liked listening to him.
“anyway—how was practice?” he asked
“yeah yeah good—it was good, unimportant—anyway so um. well—so you know how prom is coming soon?” you nervously said
“yep” he sighed, “want me to ask jason if he’s gonna ask you or something? doubt he’ll even want to talk but i’ll give it a shot even though he hates me” he chuckled and you just furrowed your eyebrows
“oh—“ you said at the realization of what he meant, “no—i don’t want him to ask anyway…cause i wanted to ask someone else”
“really?” he raised an eyebrow, intrigued to know who it could be
“yeah…” you said, contemplating if you should say it or not. you hesitated to ask, you weren’t gonna in the first place. until dustin and mike kept pestering you, telling you they were gonna expose you if you don’t ask.
“well? who is it?” he asked
“eddie it’s you” you quickly said, “i know we’re good friends and—i just…i really like you. and i was wondering if you…want to go with me?” you said, looking him right in the eye
eddie’s expression quickly morphed into a disappointment, “wow” he said and your confidence went away, worried thoughts consuming you, “where are they?”
“where are…what? who?” you said in a low voice, the embarrassment already coming for you
“your friends” he said, “what—are they waiting outside? waiting for you to say you had me fooled or something? i knew it”
“wh…what?”
“i knew it. how could a cheerleader, a golden girl come hang out with a freak, yeah? you really did have me fooled for a while, thinking you weren’t like the others—that you really did want to be my friend. but let me guess, jason bribed you to come do this shit? well you can tell him i didn’t fall for his trick. he couldn’t get me this time.” he sternly said and turned away
“eddie—what? it’s—“
“just go” he said in a low voice
“wh—“
“just go!” he yelled
tears blurred your vision as you walked out, mike and dustin were nearby, since they had planned to come ask you how it went
“so? how’d it…” dustin trailed off as they both saw your tears
“what happened?” mike asked
“i asked him. hope you’re happy now. i shouldn’t have done this” you said as walked away from them, the two looked at each other and went to the room to see eddie still there, his expression sadder now
“so uh…” mike said, turning away from dustin
“we saw y/n come here…what was that all about?” dustin asked
“oh yeah—did you see her friends too? get this, she tries to be friends with me and then proceeds to ask me out to prom. i don’t know if she thinks i’m stupid or something, can’t believe i almost fell for it”
“fell for what?” mike asked, frustration clear in his tone
“that it was a trick—some prank she tried to pull with jason and his other annoying friends” he said and dustin just shook his head
“oh my god” mike sighed
“you idiot!” dustin yelled
“what?” eddie furrowed his eyebrows
“there was no trick! there wasn’t anybody even outside, other than me and mike who were waiting for her to come tell us what happened after she told us she was gonna ask you out to prom!”
“no” eddie shook his head
“and now when we saw her she was full on sobbing because of you, dumbass” mike said and eddie paused
“what the hell are you doing—go to her!” dustin yelled and pushed eddie outside, “swear i have to do everything” he muttered as he watched eddie run to his van
you were laying on your bed, sniffling as you listened to music, you looked at your window to see a rock being thrown at it, you turned off the song and opened the window, looking out to see eddie there
“hey” he said and you just glared at him, rolling your eyes and walking away, “i’m freezing! come on” he whisper yelled
you walked back to the window, “good” you said
“im gonna perish!” he whisper yelled again
“then perish, asshole.” you said and he just kept on pleading for you to come down, you finally gave in and let him in through the window
“hi” he smiled and you just kept glaring, “okay—here it goes—i know i was a piece of shit to you but—i mean come on! you’re a cheerleader and im the town freak…it sounded too good to be true. guess i just didn’t wanna get hurt—im sorry. will you…” he trailed off as he got down on one knee and pulled out a flower from god knows where, “go to prom with me?”
“you’re so corny it’s disgusting” you crossed your arms and he just kept awkwardly smiling at you, “get up” you said with a little giggle, he got up and kept reaching his hand you so you can take the flower, you sighed and took it, he smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, you gently grabbed his face and shared a kiss
“did you take relationship advice from two 14 year olds?” he asked
“shut up! don’t act like they didn’t tell you to come do this” you two chuckled
one thing about me is I will NEVER watch a happy documentary. if I don't want to burn everything around me after watching a documentary IT'S NOT WORTH MY TIME
Well you guys its official. I have hit rock bottom.
Hitting rock bottom didn’t happen while I was laying in bed all week unable to do anything because my body wouldn’t let me, it happened the second day I got out of my funk. Or the lowest part of my depression. I don’t know what I wanna call it yet. Ok so boom the hitting rock bottom part. After being broke and depending on my parents all summer, I’ve decided to sell my panties. It just makes the most sense. I don't have a car and will most likely not have a car for this semester of college and my college is in a bad area so I'm scared to take the bus. Selling panties will just have to be my solution. Later I'll probably feel different but for right now I feel like it's the only way. I'll keep whoever is reading this posted. lol.
So my cousin died today, right? And my two cousins that are like sisters to me were his nieces. My cousin died from cancer. He had it for two years but didn't really tell people like that. I guess he didn't wanna make a big deal out of it. But he had lung cancer and then it started spreading. Now, I knew he had cancer. I've known for a while because people talk and...I was also eavesdropping on my mom and grandma's conversation. His nieces, let's call them Shay and Dianna, didn't know he had cancer until today when they were told that he died. He's been doing bad all week. My grandma told me yesterday that he wasn't gonna make it through the night and she was correct.
I know what you're thinking. "Why didn't you tell Shay and Dianna??". The main reason I didn't tell Shay and Dianna was that a year or two ago I was the one that told them their brother died. Their ONLY BROTHER. So here's what happened. My grandma called me and was like "hey check on the girls. Their brother died" so that's what I did. I sent out a long message basically saying hey I'm sorry for your loss. If you need anything, you know we got you and that message was met with a "what? what are you talking about?". I called my grandma back so fast. She could barely get hello out when I yelled out "THEY DIDNT KNOW". And she was in shock too. It was on Facebook!! FACEBOOK!! They didn't know until they pressured me into saying what happened. I felt so bad that day. I still feel bad. They weren't mad at me. I shouldn't have been the one to tell them though. If I could go back, after reading that "what are you talking about?" message, I'd turn my phone off. Since that day, I wait for people to come to me. Them. I wait for them to come to me.
Their side of the family always leaves them out of the loop. It's crazy.
I think I'm gonna end this right here. Shay and Dianna deserve their own post.
Penny for Your Thoughts - Summer of '89 (young parents!Eddie munson x fem!reader)
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author notes: i should be working on my series, but every time i think about it’s timeline, i end up wanting to post about that specific thing, so here’s a little bit of eddie munson x fem!reader as the young parents i constantly think of them as. it’s gotten worse with all those eddie look alikes with babies pics going around. oh, and reader and eddie eloped on graduation night like i know we ALL would have done. Technically part of the CYM verse but can be read out of it. Can't put a read more thing because Tumblr won't let me, sorry. reader is 22 and Eddie is 23.
You were on the edge of a nap, not quite out of it but not quite present. An American Tail was playing in the background, but the noise grew further and further away from your subconscious.
Until you felt a sudden blunt, rough jab against your closed eye. That definitely brought you back.
You groaned, a hand reaching up to press and rub against your eye as you heard a quiet chuckle from the right of you. Once the pain had subsided, you tried your hardest to glare at your husband. It was more of a squint than anything.
He didn’t even attempt to hide his smirk from his place, sat man-spread on the couch with his arms over the top cushions. “I thought about stopping her, but she looked too cute concentrating like that.”
Your gaze shifted towards the culprit, curled up nearly on top of your side. Your daughter grinned at you, displaying her tiny little teeth. Staring up at you with her father’s big brown, Bambi like eyes, and a wild head of curls that looked to be a mix of both of her parents’, it was obvious she was unapologetic and satisfied with herself for abruptly coaxing you from what was promising to be a nice nap.
You had been spread out on the floor in front of the tv, playing with your daughter whenever she grew bored of the cartoon displayed before her. Eddie had been tuning his guitar before she’d woken up from her nap, and had switched to simply observing you two. Eventually, the movie had gained her attention, and you had decided it was your turn for a nap but apparently not.
“Penny, ow.” You frowned at her gently. You weren’t big on punishing her because she was a pretty good kid, but she’d just entered the terrible two’s and you were hoping to put off the terrible for as long as you could by encouraging her to recognize good and bad.
“Mama ow?” She repeated, voice full of innocence and surprise, because obviously your baby hadn’t intentionally meant to hurt you. Once you nodded, still faking a frown, she made a face of her own—you loved how expressive she was, definitely something she got from Eddie—and moved further up your body until she was eye level with you.
You could immediately tell what her intentions were, so your eye shut to prepare for the kiss she pressed to it. “Mwah! No ow!”
“Thank you, Penny!” You cooed, pressing kisses into her round, chubby little face.
“Awe, my girls! Love it when they kiss and makeup.” Came your husband’s responding coo. You blew him a kiss from your place on the carpet, fingers stroking over Penny’s curls.
“Thanks for no help.”
“Hey—I warned you she’d have me wrapped around her drool covered fingers. Besides, I couldn’t have got to her in time.” He made no move to join you on the ground, too taken with watching you interact with the literal proof of your love for each other.
Two whole years later, and he was still often left stupefied as he watched you with her, completely in love with how she was a perfect mixture of you both, so much that it was difficult for most people to decide on who she looked like most. If people saw her with just Eddie, she looked like his little twin, albeit with a little more saturation and curls much more voluminous than his, and if they saw her with you, she looked like your Mini Me, with a lower saturation.
That’s how Eddie saw her. You’d argue that her facial expressions imitated his, but all he saw was the same cute little nose crinkle that had been his doom when he’d first met you, peering up at him.
Penny had his eyes, there was no denying that.
Now that he was a victim to your daughter’s puppy dog stare, he often liked to wonder about how much you had allowed him to get away with because of his own. His kid was using his own tricks against him.
“She’s a girl on a mission,” You muse, your attention returning to the two year old in question, but it wasn’t your attention she had wanted in the first place this time.
Penny’s stare was focused on the area of your body she’d previously been resting against. And then like a snake, she struck.
She dove for your covered boob, mouthing at it so aggressively you couldn’t do anything but burst out laughing. Eddie quickly joined you, hand forming a fist to press against his mouth as he shook with it.
Penny had been clingier than ever since you had slowly, but surely, started to ween her off your breasts; however, what with being a baby and all, she still lacked the impulse control to keep her desperation at bay.
“Oh, yeah.” Eddie’s chest puffed out once you’d both calmed down, and you had caved to your daughter’s demands, lifting your shirt over your boob so she could nurse. Penny seemed so pleased with herself for amusing her daddy because she also couldn’t stop bobbing around while she was attached to you. “That’s my baby girl.”
You rolled your eyes affectionally, turning your head to stare at him while she played more with your nipple than nursed. You were hoping if you stayed relax, she somehow wouldn’t remember she had teeth.
“You know, this is all your fault. You’re always going on and on about how you were the main ingredient for her recipe, but I’m the one she gnaws on. It’s not fair.”
“I agree,” he snorted. “It should be me gnawing on your tit.”
“Eddie!”
“What?” He laughed out, his pretty eyes getting all squinty as he stayed fixated on you with a look no short of adoration slapped on his face. “It’s true! I can barely get to second base ‘cause she always leaves your nipples sore. I love her so much, and I’ll let her twist my nipples off,” Penny had decided that was what they were best for once she realized she couldn’t get anything from them like she could yours after a few misguided attempts, “when we’re cuddling before bedtime, but she refuses to share you. And all I get to do is sit back and watch her have fun.”
That wasn’t entirely the truth, while the green eyed monster did flare its head for about .1% of the time he spent watching you take care of her and nurse her, the other 99.9% felt absolutely primal.
It was crude, but the reality of it was Penny had originally been a creampie, just with a surprise in it. You’d both been stunned when you learned you were pregnant, though he had suspected it due to a few subtle changes in your behavior. It wasn’t something you really panicked over, it was just that something was. . .well, it just was.
It also helped that all he wanted out of life was to be happy with you and by the grace of some God, you shared that desire. So, Penny had come to fruition.
And just like when he’d met you, Eddie found himself discovering another thing he wasn’t sure how he had lived so long without. Fatherhood.
No gig, no high, nothing would ever compare to that immense pride, that absolute satisfaction that coursed through him as he watched you hold her tiny little body against your bare chest in that hospital room for the first time before she’d been whisked away to the NICU.
“She has been clingy,” You agreed, eyes glazing over as you recall the last time you and Eddie were able to completely ravage each other and not just fuck whenever you could. It had been like four days ago, but that was still too long. “But.”
Eddie’s head tilted, his stare darkening as he waited patiently for you to continue.
“But, but, but. Since she hasn’t had as many opportunities, I’m not all that sore and tired anymore.”
Eddie sprang up from his place on the couch, plucking Penny right off your boob. It was obvious even to him that she was just playing with it at that point, and it was time he had his turn.
“C’mon, little bitty pretty one, Uncle Dustin and Uncle Steve want to babysit you for an unforeseeable amount of time today.”
My name is Tati. I’m 20 years old, a closeted bisexual (i live in the south 😬) and I have wayyy too much time on my hands. I would start a hobby but I lose interest fast. 😭 There’s so many things I wanna try though. Like crochet or learning an instrument (I currently have an electric guitar, that i bought last year, sitting in the corner of my room staring at me, waiting for me to play it. my bad homie.) or just completing my to-be-read list WITHOUT buying a book while i’m in the middle of reading one. I also wanna be one of those workout girlies. Ya know, the ones that can’t stand not being in the gym? Them. Oh the body goals and the commitment skills.😩 One day! Might not be today. Might not be tomorrow. BUT DAMMIT ONE DAY!☝🏾
I’m currently enrolled in college. I’m majoring in Psychology. My goal is to one day help people and be there for them the way that I always wanted somebody to be there for me. I hope that when they think about the people that got their backs, I’m one of them. Plus, we need more black Psychologists.
I really think this is it. I can’t think of anything else to say about me.
In all honesty, i’m not really expecting people to read anything that i write. I just really need an outlet to get things off my chest without the fear of being confronted by a relative or friend.
I think this blog is gonna be my outlet. Sometimes I just need to get away but can’t. I have family or just somebody that knows me on all of my social media accounts so I can’t express how i really feel on them. But NOBODY knows me on here so if I have any followers on here that aren’t robots, we’re about to get reallll personal.
Or if you’ve seen the show Awkward that used to be on MTV, Jenna. Im gonna try to be Jenna. lol.
Thank you for your ask anon! I hope you like it because I loved writing this and I put so much energy in it 😩🤎
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genre: smut, slight angst
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warning: degradation, kind of slut shaming, unprotected sex (don’t do that please 😐), slight spanking, oral, dirty talking, timothée manhandling the reader…
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Timothée was watching you dance, swinging your hips on some guys with a red dress barely covering your body. His piercing eyes were on you and you could feel it without even looking at him. You knew that his green eyes were giving you a death stare but you kept dancing, feeling the music control your body and being for once, the one that everyone was looking at and wanting.
What you didn’t know however is the racing thoughts of Timothée, leaning against a wall while fidgeting with the drink in his hand. His jaw was clenched as he wanted to destroy you, bend you over and fuck you hard like a little slut like you deserved it. He needed to show you that he was the only one able to make you go dumb only with his fingers. He needed to remind you that you were his.
Sweat was covering your body and a satisfied smile was decorating your face, your eyes almost closed. Suddenly you felt a hard grip on your wrist. Before even opening your eyes you knew who you were going to see.
“Come with me now, the show is over.” he told you with a deeper voice than normal, the way he was pulling you. You finally arrived at the bathroom where Timothée locked the two of you. He was looking down at you and your eyes followed his tall figure, his curly hair falling on his eyes, his green eyes that you loved so much, and the annoyed expression on his face. You looked at him head to toes and noticed the slight bulge in his pants. He finally broke the silence.
“I really can’t take you nowhere huh? I bring you to this party and the first thing your slutty mind can think of is to rub your ass against the first pretty boy you see like a bitch in heat.” His words were crude but you could hear a slight amusement in his voice.
“Timothée, I,” you began, searching for your words with the alcohol and desire for him clouding your mind.
“Shut up.” His hand was now on your neck not even tightening his grip just making you look at you. “You wanted to fuck him right? You’re so horny that you want to be anyone’s cock whore?” His grip slightly tightened and you whimpered. “Look at you, did you forget that I’m the only one that can have you?” You could now see a smirk on his face and you were pressed against the door, his other hand was traveling under your dress, his fingers caressing slowly your thigh, traveling up the place you needed him the most. His lips were on your jaw, kissing and licking from your jaw to your cleavage, marking you with purple spots to show the world who could make you feel good.
His fingers were now on your soaked panties fiddling with your clit, earning sweet moans from you. “Tell me I’m the only one that makes you feel like that” he almost growled in your ear and you moaned. “Tell it.” He ordered and you quickly obliged, “You’re the only one making me feel like that timothée.” He chuckled and pushed a little bit your panties to the side to give him enough space to coat his fingers with your arousal before putting them painfully slowly in you and your eyes rolled. “So pretty for me.” He looked in awe, pumping his fingers in and out of you to hear your sweet sounds and the call of his name rolling out of your mouth.
“I want you to fuck me, please fuck me timothée.” You begged him but he just increased the pace of his fingers, “Louder,” He told you while biting your ear, “I want everyone to hear you” and you couldn’t help but scream. “Good girl.” You could hear and feel his malicious smile against your skin.
“Be a good fucking slut and suck me now.” You fastly fell to your knees to the sound of his sultry voice. He unbuttoned his pants, slowly, letting you crave him. Once his dick was finally relieved, you saw his hand stroking it slowly as his eyes were on you. You quickly replaced his hand with yours, before immediately encircling it with your mouth, letting your tongue roll over it and tasting him. He was groaning, your name falling sometimes from his mouth like a whisper. When you finally took him all in your mouth, his hand found its way to your shoulder, gripping it, since he didn’t want to ruin your hairstyle by pulling on your hair. Your luscious lips were so good on him, he looked down to see this view of you sucking him with almost innocent eyes, saliva dripping from your pretty lips, soft sounds coming from you. He gently pushed you away once he saw you move on spot, trying to relieve the feeling you had.
“Now let me fuck you good honey.” You stood up but he immediately turned you and bent you over, slowly lifting up your dress until he could see your ass and the stretch marks covering your thighs that he loved so much. He spanked you, earning a beautiful moan from you.
“Timothée please, I can’t wait anymore.” He laughed at you, “Look at you, begging for my cock, don’t worry I’m going to give you what you need.” Before you could even answer, his dick was into you, fully. He didn’t move immediately, just catching the way you were pulsating on him and how wet and hot you were. His hand and nails were pressed in your ass, and this slight pain was so good. He began thrusting into you, pounding directly hard and it was too good, you were screaming his name like it was the only thing you could remember. “Such a good girl,” he groaned, capturing his bottom lips with his teeth, “letting me fuck her like a toy.” You were now screaming, scratching the wall with your nails and one of your hands touching yourself to give you even more pleasure. Timothée was groaning, calling his name with a deep voice, alternating between insulting you and calling you pet names.
“Timothée, Timothée." You cried, feeling your high, trembling and accompanying his movement with your hips to feel him even deeper.
“Oh fuck, yeah come just like that, fuck.” You heard him moan before he pulled out of you to let his own orgasm, coming on your thighs and moaning your name.
“Incredible,” he said out of breath as he caressed sweetly your back before planting a kiss on your cheek, “you’re incredible I’m glad you’re mine.” You laughed before kissing him. He finally cleaned you while whispering to you sweet nothing.
“Everything’s good?” He gently asked, caressing your cheek and admiring your face he loved so much, you nodded.
“Good,” he said while replacing his clothes and arranging your dress, “Now let’s come back there and see if you still want to dance with this clown.” He planted a kiss on your forehead before taking your hand to guide you downstairs.
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notes: god I love possessive timothée so much.
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Summary: How long before Y/N realizes that her secret admirer is actually her best friend? | fluff | word count - 2.6k
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Regulus Black loved writing.
He had a connection with words, and he felt as if they were more than things to be admired. To him, they were a necessity. Stories put him at ease, and writing them made him invincible.
One thing he always needed was something to draw inspiration from. He had written too many depressing tales about his family, too many poems about the loneliness he felt, and too many articles about Hogwarts. He was all out of things to write about.
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