#wolfie writes

Warnings: innuendo if you kinda squint, centered around biting, implied consent

Curtesy of Micah @musingsofahufflepuff Here's that Enzo drabble I promised :)

  Having one of the hottest guys as your boyfriend? Was never on your bingo card if you were being honest. Not that you were complaining. As you half-laid, propped up on your towel, you watched Enzo. He’d somehow convinced you to come to the beach, and so there you laid, your eyes following him as he strolled around. His camera hung from its strap around his neck while he walked around, finding things to photograph. Shirtless. The sun was good to him. Enzo had talked about wanting to explore some new hobbies, hence the camera you’d gotten him for his birthday one year. He’d gotten pretty good at it too, teaching himself about perspective and how to use lighting to his benefit. Unsurprisingly, his favorite subject tended to be you, his -in his words- stunning partner whom he may or may not be mildly obsessed with.

  But right now, the camera was the least of your concerns. Your attention was currently riveted to his figure. More specifically, his biceps. You couldn’t help but eye the way they flexed as he’d pick up the camera to photograph something, or the shadows and sunlight accentuating them as he moved. You have this inexplicable urge to sink your teeth into him, and not just metaphorically. Shaking it off, you lay back and close your eyes, trying to focus more on getting a good tan than the thoughts of biting your boyfriend’s muscular arms. 

  Eventually, he was satisfied with the plethora of photographs he’d taken. Enzo returned to where his own towel was stretched out on the sand next to yours, and set his camera back in its satchel. “Hey, love, enjoying the sunshine?” He drawled lazily in that deep voice of his. In the state you had already gotten yourself into, you were pretty sure you could’ve started drooling right then.

  “Like what you see, babe?” He asked with a lopsided grin. He turned onto his side and leaned his head on his hand. He knew exactly what had you so intrigued right then, and he knew exactly how to mess with you. “When you said you enjoyed the view at the seaside, this wasn’t what I thought you meant; though I’m not complaining.”

  You rolled your eyes at his playful call out. He wasn’t wrong, but his ego was big enough; he didn’t need the satisfaction of you admitting it aloud. “Oh hush, Enzo…” you commented, shaking your head as if he’d said something ridiculous. You closed your eyes and shifted on your beach towel to get more comfortable, dismissing the salacious thoughts you’d been having about your boyfriend. 

  For several minutes, it went quiet. You heard some shuffling, presumably Enzo settling on his own towel for a nap. You swore he was just like a puppy sometimes; he’d get so excited about something, running around playing- today with his camera- and then he’d all but collapse beside you for a nap. He especially enjoyed sleeping in the sun, just like now. As you just started to assume he’d fallen asleep already, you could hear him sitting up suddenly.

  “Babe. Babe, are you sleeping?” He gently shook your shoulder. After briefly considering pretending to be asleep simply to mess with him, you opened one eye and peered up at him. He now leaned over you, his windblown hair hanging messily over his forehead. He grinned when he saw you awake. “Oh, perfect, you are awake. I wanna take a nap, but you know how Berkshire skin burns easily. Could you put some sunscreen on me, please love?” A task you two typically did for each other, of course.

  “Sure, Enz, hand it here,” you dutifully responded. Sitting up, you took the tube he handed you and started with his back. He settled with a cheeky grin. He always acted like he was getting a full pampering session whenever he got you to do things like this, and it was one of your favorite of his habits. It was adorable really. You took your sweet time, relishing the feeling of his muscles under your hands, how they flexed under your touch. You were well acquainted with every dip and divot of his body by now, but it never got old. Leaning close without moving around to his front, you applied more sunscreen and slid your hands slowly over his neck and shoulders, massaging the cream into his skin more than necessary. It mutually benefitted you; you got to massage and feel up your hot boyfriend and he got the massage: it was a win-win. 

  As you made your way to his arms, you saw how his eyes were closed contently. Perfect opportunity to ogle his delicious biceps again. You rubbed the sunscreen slowly into one of his arms, spending a little extra time feeling up his muscles. You greatly appreciated the work he put in at the gym. You pressed gentle kisses to his shoulder, smiling as he hummed in acknowledgement. As you moved to his other side, on his upper arm, the kisses followed down a little, your lips landing on his bicep. A devious thought came back. Surely just a little taste wouldn’t hurt… he never minded when you got a little grabby. You suddenly bared your teeth and sunk them into the meat of his upper arm, less of a little nibble than you’d intended, but oh well. 

A little cover art drawing I made for a flash fiction piece I wrote recently, I didn't upload it until today because I wanted it to go alongside the cover, but it's all based on a shitpost song made by Jamie Paige on her Twitter

You can find the fic and the Twitter post linked right here, so if you'd like to read it, enjoy!

summary - Blitz has a bad day and Stolas helps to cheer him up... in a very uncnventional waay.

Also on ao3

 Blitz stomped through the I.M.P. headquarters and growled. “Fuck today!” he snarled. “Fuck today and fuck tomorrow, too!”

 He kicked the door shut as he stormed into his office. Today had not started off well. Firstly, he slept in because his shitty alarm didn’t go off. Then he got stuck in a fucking traffic jam for the best part of an hour on the way here. And the barista got his coffee order wrong! Needless to say it was a pretty shitty morning as far as mornings go. But Blitzo was not happy.

 He chucked his wrong coffee order into the bin and snarled, tail whipping back and forth. Damn it, he really could shoot something right about now. He wondered what clients today might bring, logging onto his laptop and booting up his emails. Maybe he’d ask Moxxie to bring in another load of stolen TV’s off the back of a truck so he could shoot em up and blast them all into bits.

 He was just about to get up and ask Moxxie to do just that, when Blitz heard him come in. He scowled instantly.

“The fuck you want, Birdbrain?”

so i didn’t make it all the way to the top but i did reach the halfway mark which was my personal aim. and given this was my first time ever and i was only using my rp blog (threads, asks, drabbles) to add to my word count...

i think i did pretty good.

>>Warnings: idk chat I wrote this at 2 am, pet play obvi, dom!Enzo and sub!reader, mild degrading tones

>>Subspace: common word for the headspace a sub may fall into during a play session/sex/foreplay

~2030 words~

When Lorenzo stepped into the dorm, the view that welcomed him was shocking. You scrambled to pull your hood over your head, and more specifically up to hide your neck. “Love… what was that on your neck?” He asked, a smirk slowly creeping onto his face as he took a step closer, dropped his satchel, then another step.

“Nothing! It was nothing, Enz, just a choker necklace, that’s all,” you hurriedly, shuffling away nervously. You were mortified, and desperately didn’t want him to see what you’d been trying on. Of course, he’d seen enough already, and knew what you were trying to hide. His smirk was devilish already, and his approach quickened. Despite your stumbling away, he’d backed you against a wall easily.

“Oh? What was that silver latch and ring on it then? Didn’t look like your chokers, love… looked an awful lot like…” he tugged at the neckline of your top, revealing the hidden item to his view. “A pretty. Black. Collar. Around that pretty little neck of yours… what’s got my angel wearing a collar, hmmm?” he teased in that low, lilting voice of his. You looked away, burning in embarrassment. What you didn’t notice was the way his teasing smirk dropped as you refused to answer, and his usually warm brown eyes darkened.

“Answer me.” His words were punctuated by a tug at the leather around your neck; he must’ve grabbed it the split second before, when you were too shy to pay attention. Your eyes flicked up to meet his gaze, and you swallowed thickly at the sight. Between his tone and the expression he wore, you could tell he planned on getting his answer.

Now, the two of you had messed around with dominant and submissive play before, and you’d both rather enjoyed it. However, it was always planned, never anything exactly spontaneous. This time it caught you off guard, not expecting the dominant air in his voice and the mischievous glint in his eye. Not that you were complaining. It was always sinfully fun when he took control and got this air about him, the dark look in his eye making you shiver.

“I, uh… it’s..” you stammered quietly, trying to come up with any type of excuse he would believe. Your gaze fell away as you scrambled for something, anything, but another, harsher yank to the collar made you trail off..

“Did you forget how to use your words? I said answer me, puppy.” Your eyes snapped back up to his as your cheeks colored crimson. Hearing him say that made your chest flutter inside, and it was like your brain buffered for several long seconds. Enzo could clearly see the effect the simple word had on you, and his mouth curled into a smirk.

“I- wha.. H-how did you know??” you squeaked out, embarrassed that he’d pieced it all together somewhere along the way. His fingers hooked around the loop of your collar was insanely distracting; you kept glancing between that and his eyes. He raised his eyebrow and gave you an almost pitying look. Your stomach dipped, and a heat churned there, one that was always familiar with Enzo as your boyfriend.

“Oh sweetheart…” he drawled in a patronizing tone as he grabbed your chin to tilt your head up to face him. “The collar was a pretty damn good hint… not to mention how you tried to hide it from me. So this is how you get your kicks, then? Wearing a collar and pretending to be a good little puppy, eager for owner to come and train you?” He tsked at you, feigning disappointment. “Yet you never thought to tell me about this, even tried to hide it from me… not very good behavior, now is it, girl? Sounds like a bad dog to me. Maybe your owner needs to teach his pet some manners…” He suddenly yanked at your collar, pulling you flush against him.

You gulped at this his sudden flare up of dominance, surprised by how perfectly he leaned into the role. It was like he knew exactly how you liked it already. Then again, he was a kinky bastard- one of your favorite things about him. “Enzo, I-” you started, though unable to finish. You could feel the unique pet play subspace setting in, making you want to simply melt into whatever he did.

“Cat got your tongue, love?” You supplied him with a meek nod, which gave him a rush of satisfaction. “Well then… maybe I ought to teach you some tricks. Though you already know most of them, don’t you baby?.” He flashed a sharp grin before yanking down lightly on your collar. “Down, pet, on your knees. You know what to do.”

When you compliantly dropped, he kept a finger hooked into the collar and hummed like something was off. He looked around the room as if searching for something. “No leash? Guess I’m going to have to get creative…” he murmured, half to himself. His eyes finally landed down on his green and silver tie, hung loosely around his neck. “Ah, perfect…” He took it off and tied it to the metal loop, creating a makeshift leash.

A couple of testing tugs satisfied him, which left you breathless. Another harsher tug pulled your face close to the tent that was growing in his trousers. A small whimper left you before you started nuzzling at him obediently, hands sliding up his legs to his thighs, and mouthing softly over the bulge. Glancing up at him, you saw the way his lips parted as he watched you with hooded eyes. With the hand that wasn’t holding your leash, he carded through your hair. He nodded from above, encouraging you to go on at your pace. With your hands braced on his thighs, you closed your eyes and continued to softly mouth his bulge, enjoying the soft little breath of contentment it brought from him. You squeezed his lean thighs under your hands, feeling the silken fabric of his trousers.

You brought your hands up to undo his belt buckle, then to toy with his zipper. Taking your sweet time, your finger traced the line of the zipper over his erection. He looked almost painfully hard at this point, and the knowledge that this game had him just was worked up as you sent satisfaction through you. As you lingered, Enzo snapped out of his mild daze and raised an eyebrow, warning you not to be a tease. Heeding the nonverbal warning, you unfastened the button on his trousers, then delicately used your teeth to tug down the zipper.

You tugged down his pants slightly, just past the lower hem of his boxers. It was much, much more obvious just how hard he was now. “Mmm, someone’s pretty excited, Enzo… if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying this more than me,” you murmured softly. You waited til he had opened his mouth to speak to latch onto his hardness, eliciting a well-earned gasp from him. He wasn’t generally vocal so early on, so that was a victory for you.

“You little troublemaker….” he mumbled raspily, watching you play with him with a ravishing interest. The hand on your head forced you closer, slightly pressing more of your face into him. You mouthed him a little more aggressively, sucking slightly here, trailing your tongue up his clothed length there. If there was one thing you loved, it was pleasing your boyfriend. This was typically the case- you both always got off from making each other writhe. But tonight, patient as he usually was, he didn’t seem to have it tonight. Enzo yanked on your leash. “Don’t make me wait, sweetheart. You wanna be a good girl, yeah? Wanna be the good little puppy I know you can be?”

This pet subspace always got you wordless, even when just on your own. You complied quickly and quietly, merely letting out a soft whine. He grinned at your flustered little sound. His boxers were quickly tugged down, revealing exactly how much he shared your interest. You tentatively took his length into your hand, leaning forward and giving gentle kitten-like licks to his tip. The hiss that earned from above only encouraged you. His cock twitched in your grasp as you slowly trailed your flattened tongue along the bottom of his length, gazing up at him with innocent eyes as you did so. He was riveted, always loving to watch as you used your pretty little mouth to make him feel good. His eyes fluttered closed as you reached the base of his cock, mouthing him there. As you trailed your tongue back along him- lubing him up nicely- you returned to his tip to tease him some more. Taking him into your mouth, just a bit, you suckled at him, enjoying his every little reaction.

He gave a warning tug at your hair, reminding you not to tease. “Puppy… do I need to remind you who’s in fucking control here?” He hissed, his grip on your hair tightening enough to pull a whimper from you. He pulled on the leash and made you take more of his throbbing length in your mouth, a suppressed gasp almost choking you before he had the chance to. “There we go, pet just needs some positive reinforcement. Puppies like treats, don’t they? Go ahead, baby, you know you fucking love it,” he rasped lowly, sneering down at you as you whimpered around his cock. Taking a careful breath through your nose, you sunk him down into your mouth, fighting the urge to gag around him. Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as you took him full hilt, and he grinned devilishly. “Good girl, keep those pretty eyes on me. Fucking hell..” His head fell back for a moment of bliss before he looked down at you once more, his eyes hazy and dark.

You bobbed your head on him, feeling the way his length throbbed in your mouth with his pulse, each time hitting the back of your throat. You were sure it would be bruised there tomorrow if you looked. The urge to gag was overwhelming, but you were intent on taking him. You were a good girl, after all. His good girl. Like he’d always told you, you were perfectly capable of taking it. Good pets did as told. You worked him slowly towards the peak of intensity with sloppy, obscene sounds; your whimpers, your struggles for air, the way your mouth took what he had to give with wet squelches all drove him insane. He was ruling the pace now, roughly pulling on the makeshift leash and holding you by the hair. “That’s it, baby, god… gonna take me over the edge, sweetheart? You that greedy for your reward?” He hissed, a raw groan slipping through his teeth.

You simply moaned in response, the vibrations of the sound making him make another guttural noise. “Sweet fucking Salazar, come on, just like that…” His voice was strained with pleasure and coiled tension, oh so clearly on the verge of snapping. His guiding hands grew more frantic, more desperate as he fucked into your warm mouth, lost in chasing his high. With one last thrust and a raspy moan, he spilled into your throat, his hands making sure you kept him in your mouth and swallowed it all. “Good fucking girl, Jesus fucking Christ, baby. That’s a good puppy…” He drawled, his chest heaving as he finally let you off of him.

You let go with a wet pop, pulling back and panting. He released your hair and leash, bringing his hand to your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. His gaze softened slightly as he took in your flushed look, and his more gentle smile replaced the smirk. As you leaned into his touch, Enzo’s thumb brushed over your mouth, wiping away a stray trace of his release. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your bruising lips. “You did so good, baby,” he murmured softly, leaving you holding his hand to your cheek. “My good puppy…”

Doorman!Lorenzo Berkshire

Repair shop owner! Enzo

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