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Year posted - 2021
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"(Y/n)." Sweeney called out to the girl who sat in the corner of the room with a book in hand. "Mad?" (Y/n) hummed in response, her eyes still locked on the book. "Look at me love." He chuckled as he approached her, snatching the book out of her hands, marking the page for her before setting it aside. "Okay I'm looking." (Y/n) sighed with mock annoyance, grinning up at him. "Why do you call me Mad and not Sweeney?" He asked seriously, peering into her eyes. "I-I don't know... B-because you an angry man I guess." (Y/n) shrugged nervously, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "Seriously?" He cocked a brow at her, surprised at her response. "Do... Do you want me to stop?..." (Y/n) asked suddenly feeling kinda guilty. "No love, I was just curious is all." Sweeney smiled down at her reassuringly, leaning down to kiss the crown of her head. "You're not wrong though, I am a very angry man." Sweeney chuckled smiling when (Y/n) giggled. "I still love you though." (Y/n) teased with a smirk, gasping when Sweeney picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder. "Mad what are you doing!?" (Y/n) squeaked with a laugh, jumping when he palmed her ass roughly. "I think you know exactly what I'm doing." Sweeney hummed with a grin.
Pairings: Mad Sweeney x Reader
Warnings: 18+, oral sex- female receiving, praise kink
Summary: Sweeney stops by your salon
Word Count: 2.2k
a/n: Mad Sweeney was requested by the outrageously humorous and always kind @titty-teetee ❣️
You cashed out your last client and wished her a good evening before closing the store front's drapes for the night. Twenty more minutes and you'd be able to close the salon. You hoped the closed curtains would detour any last minute walk-ins. The day was long, but fast and profitable.
Grabbing the bin of dirty towels from the sink station, you made your way to the back of the shop. Another stylist offered to stay and help break down the till, but you didn't mind the bookkeeping and had time to spare before tonight's blind date. You turned up the volume to the shop's speakers, a fast melody elbowing out the quiet. With a quick stretch and roll of your shoulders, you filled the washer in hopes to get the load into the dyer before leaving tonight.
Between humming to the song and the warmth of the water rising from the washer, you almost missed the shop's door chime. Wiping your hands and sighing quietly, you fixed your smile back into place and headed toward the salon floor.
But when you rounded the corner, your smile drop.
Mad Sweeney leaned against the shop door, eyes roving over your form with a smirk. Smoke framed his face from the cigarette hanging from his cocky, plump lips.
“Shit,” you muttered under your breath.
“What kind of fucking welcome is that, love?” Sweeney asked with a deep, amused chuckle. He kicked his impressive form off the door frame before making a show of bolting the shop's lock.
“Oh, no. No. You can unlock the door right now and let yourself out, Sweeney.”
“Come on lass, is that any way to treat your beau?”
“My beau? Really? Does this mean you're committing to me for longer than it takes to pull an orgasm out of me?”
His eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion, but it quickly disappeared to make room for humor.
“You wound me, ya do.” The cigarette bobbed between his lips as he dramatically placed his war-heavy hand over his chest. “We both know damn well, love- I'm a giver when it comes to ya. I always give more than a mere one. Plus, I gave them all with-”
“Don't say it-”
“With panache.”
“Quit soliciting, Sweeney. You haven't been around in weeks, and right now is the time for you to leave.”
“Don't blame me for that cunt Wednesday's doin'. You know I wouldn't be leavin' ya if it was up to me.”
“Look, I don't have time for this. You need to go, I have somewhere I need to be.”
“No, love- ya don't. I need a haircut and I missed the feel of your hands.”
“Sweeney,” you gave a soft, exhausted protest as he walked you to your station.
After these weeks apart, the simple feel of his hand on the small of your back made you want to curl into his side.
“Your nights are for me. Give me a cut and shave, and I'll give ya somethin' after.” He took a drag of his cigarette before winking at you.
“I thought you’d have richer words than that, Sweeney. What happened to being wooed by Yeats?”
Grabbing your hips, he spun you around and pulled you closer to him, “I’ll tell ya sweet words and use my mouth wisely. Just how ya like.”
Trying to hide the smile on your lips, you slyly reached to your side and grabbed the scissors from the counter, “Stop smoking in my shop.”
With a quick flick, you snipped off the glowing end of his cigarette resting between his lips.
“Crazy Woman! Ya could have cut me!” Sweeney bellowed as he stepped back and inspected the severed cigarette before carelessly tossing it on the floor.
“Time to go,” you huffed as your swept the cigarette aside.
“It hardly is,” Sweeney sat down roughly and spun himself in your chair, lifting his legs up and letting the rotation take him. “We have all night together. I made sure of it.”
“Sweeney,” you tried to remain indifferent and patient, but the longer and closer you were around him, the more you wanted him.
Sweeney dropped his long legs, stilling the chair and leaning forward towards you, “Look love, the only thing that needs to be done tonight- is me.”
“I have a date, Sweeney.”
“Yeah, me.”
“No, Sweeney, not you. With someone else.”
“Ya don’t.”
Shifting your weight to the side, your hip jutted out, “I do.”
With a dismissive tsk, Sweeney smirked knowingly at you. “No love, ya don’t.”
You knew that look too well, “What did you do?”
“Don’t need to do anything. Got luck on my side,” he confidently stated, a gold coin flipping in the air before settling in his palm. “Now where would ya like me? In this chair or ya gonna sponge bathe me first?”
Unconvinced of his innocence, you frowned at him but said, “Get yourself over to the sink, sit down there.”
Sweeney shot up and moved quicker than you thought his large frame would allow.
Standing by his side at the sink station, you threw the cape over his broad shoulders and felt him graze his knuckles against your soft thighs. The snaps slipped when he moved his fingers closer to your inner thighs, lightly circling and teasing you. You were touch starved for him, your body fully alert to the man before you. Visions of climbing him and sinking down on his lap ran through your head.
“Ya alright, love?”
Breaking from your daydream, your core tightened at the sound of his voice. Looking down at him, you noticed his own lust building in his eyes.
Ignoring his question, you heard him grunt as you moved away from his side to test the water temperature. “So, are you making me butcher your hair again?”
Sweeney huffed, “It’s called a signature look, love.”
“It reads like mullet-mohawk.”
“Aye, signature.”
You bit the inside if your cheek, trying to contain your chuckle and not encourage him further. But Sweeney was already feeling encouraged. The fact he was still here in the shop with you, he knew he'd be buried inside you later.
Cold water hit his face causing him to hiss and recoil away from the sink, “Bloody hell, woman!”
This time you did laugh, “Oops. Lean back, you big baby. I’ll fix the temp.”
Sweeney eyed you suspiciously but reclined with a grumble, “Fix ya blood aim is more like it, love.”
He was silent as you worked the shampoo with your fingers into his thick hair. Little patterns along his hairline, then long strokes from forehead to nape. You hummed softly and watched as Sweeney’s expression softened.
You would need to text your blind date later and apologize for not coming tonight. Well, you would be coming tonight but in a different way and with a different man.
You snickered at the thought and Sweeney cracked an eye at you when asking, “Something ya’d like to share with the rest of the class, love?”
“Not really,” the water fanned over his head, the last of the shampoo escaping. A couple pumps of conditioner, you moved back to his side and ran your hands over his hair again.
“Fuck, love.”
You hummed in response, leaning your chest in closer to his face as your fingers threaded through his mane. It was quiet between you two, both listening to the other breath between the breaks in the background music. Sweeney wasn't able to disconnect from the world easily or with just anyone, but he could with you. He learned that quickly when he first met you. He was able to just be with you, and didn't feel like you wanted something from him.
Your fingernails twisted along his scalp sending goosebumps across his skin and a chill down his spine. The more your arms moved, the more you breasts danced along your shirt just out of reach from his mouth. Gods, he wanted to kiss you, kiss your body. From the corner of your eye, you noticed his leg was kicked out slightly, the cape tented over his lap. The thought of Sweeney growing hard made you squeeze your thighs together.
“Ah, I know that look, love.” Sweeney smirked up at you, fully pleased with himself.
Biting your lip, you turned the water back on and leaned deeper against him to rinse the conditioner out. “And what is that look, warrior king?”
Electricity ran through Sweeney's torso straight down to his cock. With one swift move he ripped away the cape and he grabbed you over the chair's arm, pulling you on top of him.
“Say it again, love,” his words husky and heavy in his throat as he looked at you.
Straddling on his lap, you rocked into him slightly and settled on him, “Say what again, Sweeney?”
He grabbed your ass and pulled you harshly down against him. His cock straining against his pants, he could feel the heat of your core on him.
“Don't tease me, woman. Not with that. Say it.”
You watched Sweeney's expression mix and shift. His eyes lusting and pleading for you to call him that again. Leaning over him, you ran your fingers through his wet hair. The shaved sides had grown in so much since you last saw him, since you last felt him.
Pressing your forehead against his, you rolled your hips into him and tugged the ends of his hair, “Warrior king.”
Sweeney growled and grabbed your face, his lips devouring yours before abruptly standing up with you and flipping you into the seat. Before you had time to react he removed your shoes and started undoing pants. You helped him strip your panties off before leaning forward to help him undo his zipper.
But Sweeney stopped you and told you to lean back in the chair, “Gonna cherish you, love.”
The loud and crass, rowdy man got down on his knees before you. With a tenderness you didn't know he possessed, he draped your leg over his shoulder. Droplets fell from his hair onto your skin as he slowly kissed his way up your inner thigh. His hands ran along your legs as he nipped and kissed closer to your core.
The slow, teasing pace he set was almost too much as you gripped the chair. You bit your lip as you tried to steady your breath. You waited in anticipation when his kisses moved closer to your center, but then to your dismay, his mouth found your other thigh instead. His beard scratched and marked your skin as he kissed and bit his way once again closer to your clit. You whimpered out his name and tried sliding down the chair closer to him.
“Don't worry, love.” He squeezed your thighs, his mouth above your core, “I'll provide for ya.”
Sweeney dipped his head between your slick-covered thighs and ran his tongue with a long, slow lick against your wet lips. He dipped in closer, your clit between his lips as he sucked and ran his tongue along your nerve endings.
“Oh my god,” you whispered as your eyes closed and head dropped back against the sink's edge.
The feeling of his beard scratching your thighs and the timbre of his voice against your skin- you wouldn't last long. His hands gripped you tighter; one on your hip keeping you in place, the other gently kneading your thigh thrown over his wide shoulder.
“Fucking delicious,” Sweeney groaned with a praise, your juices painted on his beard as his pants tightened even more. “Better than any offering left before.”
“Sweeney,” you moaned out as he fingers ran along your slit; slow and teasing, dipping between and around your core.
“You're mine aren't you, love?” His fingers spread your wet lips and he ran his tongue along your essence, circling your clit again. “Say it, love.”
Your grip tightened in Sweeney's damp hair as your hips tried to rock closer to his talented mouth.
“Be my good lass, love. Tell me who ya belong to.”
You were almost there, ready to tumble over the edge with each suck and bite he left on your clit and thighs.
This man was a god.
You gasped and mewled as you felt Sweeney run his teeth along your clit before kissing and sucking on it again.
This god was yours.
“You!” you screamed out as your core tightened.
Sweeney's cock hurt from how gorgeous you looked. His thumb circled your clit as he raised his head, licking his lips and tasting more of you. He watched you wither in the chair, you were so close and he was ready to feast.
“Come for me, love.” He dipped his mouth back to your core, his lips on you, “Come now.”
You screamed out his name in your release as your legs shook and calves tightened. Your fingers twisted and pulled his hair, forcing his face closer to you as your breath caught and burned in your chest with pleasure.
Smug and hard, Sweeney looked up at you as he licked you clean. He had luck on his side, but more importantly- he had you.
(Y/n) followed closely behind Sweeney, stifling a giggle when he grumbled about something. "Why did you have to drag me into this?" Sweeney turned to her, glaring down at her with annoyance. "I volunteered my services, you're the one that insisted that I wouldn't be able to survive without you." (Y/n) argued playfully, leaning against the wall beside the door within Beorns home. "Because you couldn't." Sweeney retorted making (Y/n) roll her eyes. "Remind me Mad, how many times have I saved your ass?" (Y/n) sassed before exiting the house to meet the company's host, Sweeney growled under his breath before following after her. "And this is lady (Y/n) and her companion Mr. Sweeney." Gandalf introduced as the two approached the 11ft man. (Y/n) waved up at him with a smile, leaning into Sweeney when he turned his attention back to Gandalf. "He kinda reminds me of you." (Y/n) whispered to Sweeney, who scoffed at her, gently shoving her away. "Bugger off." He hissed at her, making her giggle, the sound honestly making it hard for Sweeney to stay mad at her.
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*That gif specifically ⇪⇪⇪ makes me think of Sweeney, and I'm not entirely certain as to why... Maybe it's his build?
Anyways feel free to add to this of you'd like, just be sure to tag me so I can read it for myself! (^_-)
