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ââ smarty. ( pjs ) đȘ·
àč Jay has had enough of your brattiness for today, thereâs only so much he can take.. so he may as well teach you a little lesson, right?
pair: bf!jay ă
gf!reader | warnings: smut, angst (??), small age gap (jay is 5 years older), d/s dynamics, bratty!reader, slight ddlg themes, spanking, p.ssy slapping, oral (f. rec), edging, crying, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, reader is implied to be a curvy/thick girly but anyone can read tbh ! | words: 1.7k
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
âwhatâd i tell you about saying things like that?â
âi donât care, itâs true !â you snarled, if it hadnât been made clear how aggravated you were, it sure as hell was now.
you and jay spent the weekend with his parents at a resort somewhere in jeju. everything was going fine at first, that was until an unexpected guest invited themselves to join your little âfamily tripâ. her name was hanna ? halie ? you donât know and you didnât care. what fogged your mind for the rest of the trip was how she clung up onto jay like the smoke to dry ice.
what agitated you even more about her was her need to call you out asking you a million questions about your clothing and how sheâs so shocked that jay settled down with someone like you. all of her backhanded compliments would rub you the wrong way and she just gave you weird vibes. itâs as if you werenât âpretty enoughâ to date him; according to her at least. donât get it twisted, jay definitely shut all of that down. he wouldnât let any woman pin you as anything less than you were. a fucking goddess.
âwhyâre you acting like this? whatâd i even do?â he paused. âwhat haneul does has nothing to do with me.â he continued, eyes focused on the road. heâs become fed up with your constant nagging. maybe itâs just his level of maturity that makes him unable to see it, but he doesnât understand why you worry so much, it was as if every âi love you the mostâ âyouâre my favoriteâ âitâs only youâsâ didnât matter. he felt like his words held no weight whatsoever.
ânothing to do with you ? hah, youâre the one who let her bombard our vacation. might i add family vacation.â you sterned, shifting your body closer to the door of the vehicle, looking out the window.
âwhat did you expect me to do y/n? sheâs been a family friend for years now, i canât just tell her to fuck off and go somewhere else. sheâd go crying to my mom about how mean i was to her and thatâs just extra drama that i donât need right now..â he exhaled heavily, glancing at your avoidant figure. when he got no reply from you he left it be, turning up the music to avoid the awkward atmosphere the both of you created.
àč àč àč
âbabe, can you pass me my frames ?â jay dared to ask even though youâd been ignoring him since the incident from earlier.
ây/n.â ïżœïżœïżœplease ?â watching as you hadnât budged even a bit he grew upset. it was already bad enough for him that you were acting like he didnât even exist, which was fine. though, he wouldnât just take your constant disrespect.
so he got rid of what seemed to be your main source of attention. your phone.
âwhat the fuck, jay !â you reached at him. âgive me my phone !â
âjay !â he mocked, his voice altering to sound high pitched like yours. âdonât you see that iâm trying put things back together? why do you have to act like such a child.â he was disappointed in you. you were a fully legal adult, yet your actions said differently.
âstrip.â jay broke the silence you let fill the room. you were hesitant, and confused, but at least you were actually looking at him now. âyou heard me, now.â his brow raised as his mouth slipped a scoff.
were you just gonna let him boss you around ? definitely not. were you feeling intimidated ? yes. but your pride stood stronger than the trouble youâd get into. you breathe heavily finding your way to the door of your bedroom for your dramatic escape; until you felt a tug at your arm and then the softness of your mattress, cosigned with the weight of your built boyfriend.
âi guess i have to do everything myself today, huh ?â jay sounded calm but you knew otherwise, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât let this play out just to see this side of him. âcause you did. hell, you felt your wetness dripping past the wall of your ass, the sticky sensation sending your body chills.
the jingle of his belt caught your attention, but before you could even glance at him, your face was meshed with the comforter of your shared bed. you shriek.
âjayâ !â
âoh now you wanna talk ? huh, funny.â his hand sent goosebumps throughout your body as he runs his palm over your clothed ass. âitâs a shame you donât listen. now your pretty tails gonna be all red.â he pinched the fabric of your skirt flicking it upwards onto your lower back.
â âm sorry..â you uttered feeling him tug at your underwear.
now, jay was ignoring you. all you felt was him adjusting your waist, so that your ass sat in the air.
ââm really sorry..jaââ you pause, shrieking at the leather that came in contact with your silky skin. if you could describe the feel of it, itâs like a slow burn, a slow burning that spread like wildfire everytime he unleashed the branded weapon on you.
discipline is a topic your parents took lightly. yeah, they disciplined you, but it was never a âbend over my kneeâ type of discipline. more like, every morning you wake up âsit in that cornerâ type of discipline. jay never went soft on you when it came down to it. he wanted to make sure you never do whatever youâre in trouble for again.
âcrying ? whatâre you crying for,â jay never pushed aside your emotions, he had to hear you out or his guilt would eat him alive. hearing you sniffle shot a sort of worry in him.
âlisten, you put yourself in this situationââ he paused throwing his belt. âyou already know what happens when you wanna act like a brat.â he palmed your cunt. he wasnât going to baby you this time, thatâs all he ever did. maybe this was partially his fault too..
subconsciously, you felt yourself grinding on his hand. you were needy, you always were after a punishment, even if he didnât know. but now, you were on display. there was no way he wouldnât find out.
âyouâre such a fucking slut,â his thumb caressing your entrance, pushing your sweetness through your dewy folds. âalready so wet for daddy, hm?â his thumb slid through your sticky walls in a in and out motion. your slick caking his finger everytime he pulled it from inside you.
âplease..â was a constant that came from your mouth. you didnât know what you were pleading for. more ? less ? what was it ? you only knew that he made you feel so good. the look of him drenched you. you wanted him to slut you out. ruin you.
âplease ? please what?â he couldnât help but snort at you. the mere thought that you can get what you want with just a pleaseâ scratch that. the thought that you think you can get whatever you want after testing his patience, made him laugh. âplease.. forgive me ?â
âi dunno..mâ you slurred, you were estatic. just his thumb, making you feel so dumb. it made you feel small, like you were nothing but a tiny spectacle of dust.
âyou dunno..? wanâ me to help you find out ?â you were flipped onto your back before you knew it. once you saw the shift in his eyes change, you knew what he was prone to do. the thought itself making you spread your legs wide open.
you even made the mistake of trying to rub yourself. that quickly got disposed.
âyou lost your damn mind ?â his hand reached down to slap your weeping pussy.
âbaby, i canât wait.. please!â you whined watching as he kneeled down, face between your begging thighs, hands cupping each pretty chunk of flesh.
âbut you can.â âmatter of fact, you will.â he blew onto your core. the cold sensation bringing your hips to a jolt. his eyes scanned your smaller figure watching every expression that played out on your face, then down to your breasts. âlift up your shirt, let me see your beautiful body, baby.â
earning yourself a âgood little girl.â when you comply.
àč àč àč
you hadnât gotten a break since he started his mouth on you. drinking in your first orgasm, then the second. seems like you were now on your third.
âfuck.. jay.â you groaned your hips aching to move in his grasp. youâd try not to breakdown whenever his nose came in touch with your throbbing clit.
âyou done ? talk to me baby.â he growled against your heat. his warm breath made you thirsty. he was eating you like it was his last supper. ripping you to absolute shreds.
âiâm gonna come, daddy..â your legs were shaking, your voice was whiney, and you needed an exhale. once he started sucking on your clit your back arched. at him, the feel, and the thought of him, making you feel.
âyeah, you gonna come for me ?â
âyeah.. wanâ come for you..â you spoke through labored breaths. once your moaning got louder, he stopped. heâd love to make you come, third times a charm. but he wasnât going to. he basically lured you in just to trick you.
âjayy !â âit was right there, i was about to cum !â you childishly whined at the begging sensation between your legs. the quivering feeling making you force your legs closed to suppress the throbbing feel. you felt his hungry stare on you. you knew he wanted you. itâs when you realized this wasnât an after punishment treat. he was edging you. right after overstimulating you. how cruel..
âaww, look at you ! my pretty girl..â he pouted at you, your sad, twitching state. you were groaning for more as he watched you. pitying you. how could you have thought it was over? after a mere spanking ? silly.
âi guess you really thought huh.â he cackled. âooh ! should we order room service.. iâm kinda hungry. you ?â he got up to go and search for the phone.
maybe you did deserve this. shouldnât be acting so damn bratty all the time, even if itâs in your nature to piss him off. now look at you. eyes all watery, and a mess between your legs.
oh well, not his problem.
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hear me outđ imagine student body president!sukuna and delinquent!readerđ same scenario but just switched
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âč đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: student body president! Sukuna x bratty delinquent fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; you and kuna are college seniors - oral (m! + slight f! receiving) - face + throat fucking - clitoral play (sucking) - impact play (cheek + pussy slaps) - fingering (f! receiving) - standing + piledriver positions - unprotected sex - overstimulation - dumbification - degradation (brat, cumslut, pig, slut, whore) - blackmail - dick piercing (frenulum) - mention of drool/spit and tears.
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If thereâs one thing that Sukuna loves more than anything, itâs power.
For Sukuna, the pinnacle of power is not just a status but a destiny he believes is his alone. In his heart of hearts, he knows he is the one who can keep this school in check, his control palpable in every corner of the campus.
Having RyĆmen Sukuna as the student body president of the senior class was either the best or worst thing, depending on who was asked. Although intimidated by some faculty and professors, they saw him as a significant influence on maintaining the studentsâ behavior for the collegeâs image. As for his peers, some would vouch that he was the scariest person they've ever met within their college studentâs behaviors on campus. As for the studentsâŠwhether they made sure not to get in the salmon-pink-haired manâs way, did as they were told, or generally avoided getting in his bad side all around, the truth was known in the air: Sukuna is a force not meant to be reckoned with.Â
So, dealing with people who stand in his line of power will be dealt with â especially brats like you.
You were the biggest thorn in Sukunaâs side, a true innocent fool who dared disobey him without fear of consequence. For one, you were such a disrespectful minx, always speaking to him with such a foul mouth as if his aura that frightens others doesnât shake you down. You bat your eyes at him during his lectures, dumb doe eyes that flutter with dull eyelids as if not a single word from his mouth was processed in that mind of yours as youâll just wound up doing the exact shit again within a week or less. You have no amount of respect for his superior status, treating Sukuna like some big shot.Â
âTah, you donât scare me, Prez!â You mocked with a laugh. âYou and your little tattoos can go somewhere and make the other babies piss their pants and leave me the hell alone. Mind your business and stay outta mine.â
God, to say you were insufferable was scratching the surface. Sukuna can admit that nothing in his last year of college would allow him to experience absolute euphoria than crushing that childish grin off your face. Itâs all he can think about whenever he has the misfortune of seeing your name or catching your face in the halls on his way to lectures and meetings.
But then again, if he canât discipline you in the way he wanted on school grounds, it doesnât mean youâre safe from him on the outside.
And then, like a miracle to his prayers, he finally had the dirt to give him all the more motivation. His second in command, Uraume, had found some evidence of your inappropriate behavior on the schoolâs campus. Pictures and videos alike, his smile grew bigger the deeper he looked into it.
Images of you flashing your bare tits in what seems to be a party in one of the dormitories and some drunk guy motorboating your chest, another of you smoking weed in one of the laboratories, which were undoubtedly smoke-free, and one portraying you fingering yourself in while sucking off one of the basketball athletes in the gymnasium menâs locker room. And the cherry on top was explicit videos of yourself that would tarnish the schoolâs reputation and have you expelled in seconds â absolute music to Sukunaâs ears.Â
The thought of destroying your image and exposing you to the filthy bitch you have put a spark of joy in the student body presidentâs cruel heart. But what would the fun be if he threw this evidence out all at once? He was a man who loved to drag out the torture of his victims. So, when he pulls you aside, to your dismay, and showcases the dirt he has on you, the look on your face? Not even a picture would be enough for him to enjoy such a glorious reaction. He never thought heâd see where youâd beg and plead to him on your knees, only fueling the superiority within his stance.
However, he likes to play with his food. So, heâll put his hands up, âAlright, fine, I wonât take this to the higher-upâŠâ yet the smirk didnât match the comfort expressed. âOn one condition.â
And for said condition? To use you and see your talents for himself.
âDamn, this mouth really knows how to work, huh?â
Oh, to be fucking your face in the student body government lounge isnât something heâd expect. But holy shit, is he not fucking complaining. He throws his head back as his pelvis relentlessly smacks the plump of your soapy lips. His hands grabbed your head and forced you onto his length, which you were crying on like crazy.
Tears roll down your face; the harshness of his ruts sting like hell. You could only grip his jeans to steady, yet the more he bullies his dick into your throat, your train of thought becomes more impossible to follow through.Â
He slaps your cheeks, âPay attention, bitch,â he curses from above and yanking you by the ear. âLoosen that jaw of yours and suck me off like the cumslut you are.â
Your glare gratifies him, watching you obey his words and hollow your cheeks. Jesus, the tightness of your throat has shivers crawl to his shoulders.
âMmmff! Mmmm!!â Your muffled whimpers were all his ears could pick up on, and they made him sigh heavenly. He peers down to meet such a naughty image: your lips coated in saliva and his precum bubbling and piling with every snap and pull of his hips. Your tears and furrowed brows gave him the hugest ego boost of his life, making the devilish superior push feverishly into your mouth.Â
ââMnnph! Yesss, yeah, thatâs right; keep cryinâ, you fucking brat.â Fuck, heâs so fucking close; your mouth and tongue were doing mad work for him to release, busting his load into your throat and succumbing to you to drink and accept his semen.
Balls deep to your lips, saliva mixes with salty tears, striking down your chin. You swallow every bit of him with a satisfied hum, eyes rolling up when he grinds his pelvis for his dick to go deeper.
But that doesnât mean you should rest â hell no. Sukuna rips his erect limb out of your mouth and pushes you to your back with a kick. You couldnât interject as he pushed your legs to your chest. An exotic position that exposes the damp spot of your thong from your lifted skirt.Â
The president tsks at the display with a sneer. âFucking slut, so wet from just sucking me off.â He slides the underwear and is welcomes to your scent and taste when he glides his tongue to your clit. âYou really are a fucking bitch in heat, huh?â
His tongue pets and laps around your labia, lubing your vagina with his spit while slurping your essence that messes around your inner thighs. Youâre choked up, whining from his tongue fucking the entrance of you and licking your clit.
ââOhoo! Hoohh, Sukunaa, pleaseee,â you slurred from the suck of your clit, his tongue pushing it and grazing his teeth with the delicate bud. âHahhhfuckk, put it innn, âKuna, I wantâDaaahaa!!â You cried at the slap of your cunt, stinging your sensitive clit from the rough palm of his hand.
âDonât tell me what to do, brat,â another smack to your slit as you cough up spit. âSuch a broad, only thinking with just your pussy.â Although, he had to admit, seeing your pussy wink from his hits and teases made his pride sing. With a low chuckle, he straightens up, your anticipation climbing up when he brings his middle and forefinger to wet with saliva.
Yet a record scratches at the feel of something wet around your asshole, the digits pushing and teasing your puckered entrance. Begs fly out youâre mouth, but they substitute with a scream when his fingers manage to insert inside and massage around your walls.
âWhat, you thought I was just gonna play with that pussy like you wanted?â He laughs at your cries, stroking his ego from your anus, clamping onto him with the scrape of his fingernails. âYou got some nerve; only dirty pigs like you get dirty rewards.â You gasp at the withdrawal of his fingers, and he whistles at the sight. âSo here ya go, little slutâŠâ
Sukuna aligns his cock to your rear, pushing it with no care for your lack of preparation. You scream at the insert of his cockhead and piercing, and the stretch that comes along his inches burrowing inside causes more tears to fall. But not in painâthe expression on your face showed no sign of resentment.Â
âHaaahh, yeeesshh,â your hands come to the back of your ass to help the position youâre in, the angle making your writhing figure jolt. And it gets better once Sukunaâs hips go at a mediocre pace. âShooo gooodâŠ!!â
Your hands find Sukunaâs ankles when his frenulum piercing jabs you with precision with the increase of his erratic thrusts. High pitches and shrieks fill the student body lounge, skin slapping against each other, creating an inappropriate sound. Like Sukuna cares, though; fucking your ass on the floor with no grace â so much for a president.
ââKhheh, hooohshiiit, pig canât even speak properly, making such a ruckus.â Itâs true; you showed no restraint in concealing your wails. If anything, they get louder and louder with the clasp of your butthole on his length, drool spilling from your agape mouth. âNoisy ass acting all dumb on my cock.âÂ
The graze of his piercing gets worse every second; shit feels way too good, like his balls smacking down your ass. But you couldnât foresee his next move; Sukuna slipped his middle finger inside your chasm and wiggled around your vagina. A strong yelp erupts from your body from the âcome hitherâ motion that scratches your upper walls, and you canât help but let yourself go.
Your climax has you howling, your holes contracting with force from every passing wave that rocks your core. You pant heavily, milking the dick that continues to plunge into your ass, Sukuna groaning at the grasp of your anus and the walls around his middle finger.Â
He then pulls his digit out and brings it to his mouth, sucking your liquids with a smirk. âNot bad, broad.â
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Lockpicking
Summary: You ask Astarion to teach you how to lockpick and things get... out of hand.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Fingering. Dry humping. Innuendo. Praise kink. Finger licking.
Word count: 1.7k
You should have known better than to have asked him this.
Initially, he had regarded your request with an entertained scoff and no less amount of smugness.
But Astarion did find enjoyment in showing off his skills whenever the situation called for it.
And that was what landed you on your knees, inside some dingy cave near Baldur's Gate.
âYou do need to focus, darling.â
You repositioned yourself and straightened your back to properly eye-level with the rusty chest in front of you, thievesâ tools in hand, prodding the stubborn lock.
Astarion was down on one knee, right behind you, body pressed faintly against yours.
An unwanted distraction, no doubt.
His cool hands gripped yours as expert fingers twisted and turned the sharp tools inside the opening.
He always made it look so easy, unlocking doors and chests in the blink of an eye.
âMaybe the lock is faulty,â you huffed in annoyance, allowing him to guide your fingers. âShould we try another one?â
âYou're too impatient,â he said disapprovingly, his voice but a whisper next to your ear. âThe lock isn't faulty, but it requires some tender love and caring to pry it open.â
Your brows furrowed as you took a deep breath, taking the reins and twisting both tools to the right.
His fingers gripped yours in an instant, and he took control once again, but all to no avail.
You let out a low growl of frustration.
âDarling, lockpicking is like making sweet love,â he chuckled briefly, fingertips grazing the back of your hand. âYou need to exercise patience and focus.â You could feel his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. âJust as a lover, you must listen to them and tend to their needs.â
You nearly rolled your eyes. âYou did not just make that comparison.â
âYou'll find it to be true. Every lock is different and requires not only the right tools but the right amount of dedication.â
An innuendo?
âThat is nothing like love-making.â
A metallic click.
âDid I not just describe how I make love to you, then?â
Inadvertently, your heart jolted into a quicker thrum, and heat rushed to your cheeks as his words caught you off guard.
âMust you be so vulgar?â
He rotated the metallic rods in your hands effortlessly, his body pressing further into yours.
âIt's simply the truth, darling,â he said with a click of his tongue. âIt's not my fault that dexterity comes in handy in various situations.â
This entire ordeal felt strangely intimate all of a sudden, as if you were both dancing to a tune only Astarion was privy to.
The mechanism clicked once more.
âYou're doing good.â
Being sincerely praised by him provided the kind of pleasure that you wouldn't easily find anywhere else.
He rubbed the back of your hand tenderly, effectively letting you know you were on the right path.
âGrip it tighter with the tips of your fingers,â he urged before pressing a fleeting kiss just behind your ear. âYou must keep a firm grip.â
Shivers spread across your body at the feel of his cold lips caressing your sensitive skin.
You swallowed hard, finding it extremely difficult to concentrate on the task at hand with your lover actively working against you.
Your hands jittered, and you nearly dropped one rod.
âYou're awfully distracted.â
The familiar pool of heat in your lower abdomen flared at his taunting words, but you cleared your throat and shoved one of his hands away, wanting to keep your focus and sanity intact.
âI've got this.â
He scoffed. âHave it your way, then.â
You expected a snarky remark and triumphantly smiled to yourself as you were met with his silence instead.
Narrowing your eyes, you kept prodding the opening with renewed focus, following his previous instructions.
You heard a few more clicks, but not the one you were in search of.
And then you felt his free hand grazing the waistband of your trousers, fiddling with the buckle of your belt.
And just like that, your concentration was broken yet again.
âWhat are you doing?â
Silence.
Experienced fingers pulled on the strap until it was set loose.
Your eyes widened, and the tools in your hands quivered as you came to a halt. â...Astarion?â
He undid the button next and gently tugged on the fabric. âAs you said, you've got this,â he whispered dangerously low in your ear. âAnd I've got you,â he finished before slipping his hand inside.
Your mouth dropped open as his finger trailed past your undergarments and settled between your folds.
Immediately, your hips jerked, and you let out a strained gasp as the throb intensified.
âFocus,â he cooed, rubbing gentle circles. âYou're nearly there.â
His other hand steadied your grip around the tool.
âTry rotating it to the left.â
Your hands were getting sweaty and far too jittery, and you nearly dropped the one on your left when he began drawing circles anti-clockwise to match his words.
Words failed you, and you could only gasp, allowing him to take control, using the tool to turn the mechanism.
âHear that sound?â
You heard a faint metallic pang coming from the opening.
âFocus on the sound coming from the lock,â he said in between kisses on your neck. âMake it sing, and it will open up for you.â
He increased the pace, and you moaned loudlier than intended, eyes fluttering shut as you rolled your hips against him, yearning for more and more friction.
âHear how beautiful it sounds?â
âYesâŠâ
At this point, you weren't sure if he was indeed referring to the locking mechanism or to how you kept whimpering under his touch.
He then bucked his hips into you, and you felt the unmistakable print of his strained erection pressed against your lower back.
The motion nearly had you tumbling forward had it not been for his free hand that steadied you.
âEasy now, darling,â he teased, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. âMaybe you should part your legs. For balance, of course,â he added, but you doubted that was the real motive.
Even so, you quickly shifted your knees apart just enough to grant him further access.
âGood girl.â
You had to bite down hard on your lip to suppress a moan.
One finger circled your entrance, and you felt a gush of wetness spilling from you with each stroke.
Your hands quivered from the stimulation, rattling the metal rods inside the lock.
He brought his hand back to yours, his thumb caressing your unsteady fingers. âYou're nearly there⊠just a little more proddingâŠâ
âAstarionâŠâ you groaned in frustration.
He immediately hushed you. âCareful⊠we don't want to draw unwanted attention, do we?â
Just as he finished delivering his taunt, he dragged his finger to spread your wetness across the throbbing swell in between your folds.
The overwhelming sensation was too much to bear, and your hand dropped to your thigh, gripping the rod tightly as if holding on for dear life.
He paused his ministrations in an instant.
âYou'll need to slide that one inside to unlock it, darling.â
You couldn't care less about the damned chest, as the need for release took over you.
But Astarion seemed to have other plans.
âSlide it in,â he said, gripping your wrists. âGo on⊠I'll help.â
You slumped lightly against him, enjoying how his cock kept on hardening against you, and how he was beginning to lose his composure, low grunts erupting from the back of his throat.
He lifted your hand, and just as he slid the tool back inside, you felt a finger slip inside your entrance until he was knuckle-deep.
âSee how easily it slides in?â
You rolled your hips, wanting to fuck yourself on his finger, riding it desperately.
The increasing pressure in your lower abdomen began to blur your vision as your mouth fell agape, your senses taken over by him.
You were close.
Too close.
Deliciously close.
And he knew it.
Of course he did.
Astarion was a dedicated and devoted lover who didn't shy away from having you come undone for him.
âNearly thereâŠâ he said, rolling his own hips into you.
You kept on riding his finger, the heel of his palm pressing down between your folds, further pushing you over the ends on your sanity.
His free hand still covered yours, his slender fingers fully guiding you, and you couldn't even understand how he was able to keep his focus on the damned lock as you rode him.
Your head fell back against his shoulder, and he seized the moment to tease your exposed skin with his fangs.
Somewhere in the distance, you heard a familiar clicking sound.
âLet go, darling⊠I've got you.â
His sweet guidance was all you needed from him to finally tip over the edge, plunging headfirst into the blinding wave of pleasure that began tearing through your body like lightning.
He added a second finger just in time, prompting the neediest sobs to erupt from deep within you, and he quickly covered your mouth with his other hand, muffling your cries of pleasure.
âThere you go.â He cooed sweetly.
You immediately dropped the tools to the floor with a loud pang and gripped his wrist in the hopes that would be enough to anchor you.
For a split second, you considered biting his hand to suppress the uncontrollable moans but decided against it, enjoying how your voice reverberated across his palm.
And as you began spasming against him, you heard the most delicious hiss spill from him, his strained cock rutting further into your lower back.
You clenched hard and rhythmically around his fingers, riding out your wave of pleasure.
His hand eventually dropped from your face, and he planted the softest kiss to the flushed skin of your cheek.
âWell done, darling.â
You gradually went limp against him, struggling to control your breaths and hearing your heart still pounding hard in your ears.
âGods⊠that wasâŠâ
The words died in your throat as he slid out of you, earning a whimper from you.
As you regained some of your strength and battled your sore muscles, you turned your head to face him.
âHow are you so good with your fingers?"
He chuckled as he tasted your wetness that dripped from his fingers.
âIn which way?â
Your gaze was fixed on how his tongue expertly wiped you clean from him.
âDon't play coy. I wish I could be this skilledâŠ"
His crimson eyes narrowed deviously. âI'm sure you'll get there, eventually â well, probably not, though.â
You gave him an offended glare.
He nudged his head to the chest in front of you, and you watched in perplexity as the lid had slightly shifted.
âNot that hard, was it?â
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Date Night
Pairing: dbf!Bucky X Reader
Summary: Bucky makes a big mistake.
Warnings: Angst, Language, yea sorry
Word Count: 1.7K
A/n: teehee whoops. im gonna have a ghost one coming out soon for you guys, and then maybe some more teddy bear picnic but we'll see
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"Hey kid, wanna grab a beer and watch the game with your old man? Or are you too cool for that?"
You grin at your dad and slow your steps, glancing at the hockey game on TV.
"Where's Bucky? I thought he was your game night date? He finally realize hockey sucks?"
Your dad gives you an offended look then rolls his eyes playfully.
"Nah, he had to cancel last minute - he's got a hot date tonight."
He wiggles his eyebrows at you, unaware of the fact that those six words have flipped your night upside down and caused knots to form in your stomach.
You don't remember having plans with him tonight.
As casually as you can manage, you head into the kitchen, pulling out your phone and tapping a quick text over to the man in question.
'Not coming over tonight?'
It's read within the same minute, and then the telltale three dots pop up before his message spawns.
'Sorry baby, not feeling too hot.'
The knots in your gut are quickly crushed by the boulder that settles there, and you need to take a few careful breaths to stop yourself from crying in the middle of the kitchen.
~*~
"Everything okay, James?"
He huffs out a sigh and glances up from his phone, smiling weakly at the woman across from him.
"Listen, Dot... I can't tell you how grateful I am that you managed to make such a beautiful cake in such a short amount of time. And, while I'm flattered that you'd want to go out for dinner, I had you make that cake for a woman who means... quite a bit to me. I don't want to make things awkward but I do want you to know that I'm out with you tonight as a friend and nothing more."
The woman across from him blinks blankly a few times, then takes a sip of her martini, stands up, and leaves the table.
Bucky watches helplessly as she leaves the restaurant without another word, dropping his head back for a moment as he feels onlookers stare.
It takes a few minutes for the waitress to come back, but by the time she does, he's got a wad of cash ready for her and his keys in hand.
He all but runs out of the restaurant, a new lightness in his shoulders like a weight has been lifted from his chest.
Immediately, he grabs his phone and shoots a quick text off to your dad.
'Room for one more?'
It takes a few minutes for your dad to respond, which Bucky uses to put on his helmet and straddle his bike.
'Date not going well?'
Bucky chuckles softly.
'Something like that. I'll be there in five.'
He swipes out of the conversation with your dad and then clicks on the only pinned conversation on his phone.
'I'm feeling a bit better now, gonna pop by for a bit.'
With that, he locks his phone and brings his bike to life, eager to be in your presence again.
Your phone vibrates, pulling you from your pity party, and you frown at the text on it.
You turn your phone off and drop it face-down on the carpet, ignoring this text the way you've ignored the last three from him.
You can hear him downstairs chatting with your dad as if he's done nothing wrong. As if he wasn't out with another woman less than an hour ago.
Grinding your teeth together, you decide that enough is enough, and it's time for bed.
At the very moment you open your door to head to the bathroom to get ready for bed, Bucky decides to raise his fist to knock.
Your eyes meet his and, for a moment, you forget that you're mad. You forget everything.
And then he opens his stupid mouth.
"Hey, what's with you tonight?" He asks gently, reaching forward to grab your hand.
You yank away from him and take a step back, levelling him with a steely glare.
"How was your date?"
You watch as he deflates, as his face falls and his shoulders slump forward the tiniest bit.
"Sweetheart, it's not what you think, I swear."
"Oh Jesus Christ," you murmur, pushing past him and heading downstairs to watch the game with your dad. At least down here he can't talk to you.
He can't try to justify him willingly going on a date with another woman.
Well, not until the game's over, at least. And it seems like it's only a few minutes before your dad is yawning, turning the TV off and heading upstairs to go to bed himself.
This leaves you alone in the living room with Bucky, tension building with every silent second that passes between the two of you.
"Honey, I had to," he finally whispers, breaking the silence.
You whip your head around, mouth dropping open in disbelief.
"Excuse me?"
He holds his hands up, a desperate and pathetic attempt at pleading with you, begging you to hear him out.
"It was the only way for me to get your birthday cake. Dot is an old friend from high school and... she wanted a date as payment for the last-minute cake," he explains quietly.
You purse your lips, nodding as if it all makes sense now.
"Oh, I see! So, not only do you admit to forgetting my birthday, but you also agreed to go on a date with a woman who has had a thing for you since high school! Buck, that is so not okay on so many different levels!" You exclaim in a whisper.
The last thing you need is your dad overhearing any part of this conversation.
"I know. That's why I left. I told her I couldn't, that the cake was for someone important to me and that I was only having dinner with her as a friend."
You shake your head at him and rise to your feet, unable to stay still while he spews nothing but nonsense at you and expects you to forgive him.
"You shouldn't have even gotten me that cake if that's what she wanted as payment! You should've told her to stick it and then you literally could've gotten me a Starbucks cake pop. I don't need fancy cakes or expensive things, James, I thought you knew that." Your voice gradually loses its anger, disappointment and exhaustion taking its place.
"I know but... I wanted to do something special for you." He looks like a kicked puppy, and it takes a serious amount of self-control to hold on to your anger.
"My birthday was special. Even without the cake it still would've been special. Especially if I'd've known it would mean that you would be going on a date with another woman in order to get it."
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he pleads, reaching for you again only for you to shake your head and step away.
"No, Bucky. Sorry doesn't fix this. Can you imagine if the roles were reversed? What if I had to go on a date with a guy who's been wanting me for over a decade just for the perfect steak? And then, what if I lied to you about it and you found out from my dad that I was out on a 'hot date'? A date with someone that the general public would deem more appropriate for me to be with? Someone who would fit me better. How would that make you feel?"
He stands there silently for a moment, fists clenched tightly as he imagines everything you just said.
He imagines you laughing on a date with another man, a young man, a man far more appropriate for you to be with. He imagines sitting waiting for you, only to find out that you're out getting hit on by some young punk who wouldn't know how to please a woman like you. His imagination runs wild, to the point where he can almost feel steam billowing from his ears, but all he says is
"Shitty."
"Shitty?" You laugh, "Try worthless. Embarrassed. Humiliated. At least that's how I felt. And-and maybe I'm just reading too deep into this. Maybe this 'exclusivity' that I thought we had is one-sided."
"It's not," he interrupts quickly, taking a step forward only to pause when you step back again.
"Maybe I just thought things were more serious than they were," you continue, eyes stuck on the ground as your thoughts spill out before your mind has a moment to realize what you're saying.
"They are serious-"
"Maybe we should just stop... whatever this is that we're doing."
Silence hangs heavily in the air when you finish speaking, and you feel tears sting at your eyes when he says nothing.
You count thirteen heartbeats before he finally says something.
"Is that what you really want?" He asks softly, his voice discouraged.
Slowly, you raise your eyes to his.
"What even are we?" You ask breathlessly, a single tear sliding down your cheek. "What are we doing?"
"You're my girl."
You sniffle and shake your head.
"No, I'm your dirty little secret, that's what I am. And I'm tired of it. I wanna be something you're proud of, not something you have to hide," you whisper, your chest aching with the weight of your confession.
Bucky's heart breaks at your words, and he wants nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and kiss away any insecurities you have in your relationship. If you can even call it that.
"I am proud of you, sweetheart, beyond proud. I can't even put into words how I feel about you," he whispers, desperate for you to understand just how much you mean to him.
"Why haven't you told my dad about us yet?"
The silence that follows your question is answer enough for you, and you nod.
"I... I think you should leave," you finally whisper, hugging yourself and keeping your gaze locked on the ground.
He stays rooted in place for a long moment, testing your resolve, waiting for you to break. When you don't, he takes slow steps toward the door, waiting, praying for you to change your mind.
But you stand firm.
Never able to deny you, he leaves you standing alone in your kitchen, your dad peacefully asleep upstairs while your entire life gets turned upside down.
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five hargreeves x reader
word count: 1.7k
part one. part two. part three.
summary: after discovering your husband cheated on you with his brother's wife, you run off to a different timeline using the subway, only to find a deli crowded with a familiar face.
author's note: this is my first fic that i'm actually posting lol, if anyone sees this i'll be totally shocked
âJust leave me alone, Five.â
You were speed walking down the steps into what looked like an abandoned subway, desperately trying to avoid the man you thought you knew, who was currently right on your tail.
âNot until you talk to me, y/n,â he pleaded, swiftly trying to catch up.Â
âThereâs nothing to discuss, Five,â you said in a cold manner.Â
You just couldnât speak to him. Not after what just happened in the living room with him and Diego. After what was just brought to light.Â
You wanted to laugh, you really did, but you just couldnât bring yourself to do so.Â
Why would you hear him out? Why would he believe he had a right to explain himself? How could he? A marriage of over half a century, down the drain. And for what?Â
Seven years with her.
Lila.Â
His brotherâs wife. The mother of his brotherâs children. The child of the couple he assassinated.Â
It made no sense.Â
You angrily sped up and quickly got onto the train that was stopped at the station. Itâs white light making you more stressed than you already were.Â
The doors shut in his face. Just a couple more seconds and he wouldâve been on this train. You wouldâve been stuck having to hear him try and save face until the next stop.Â
Sometimes the universe lets you win.Â
But why not this time.Â
You stared at him through the window of the subway car doors. He looked at you pleadingly. You looked at him disappointedly.Â
Who was he, because he sure as hell wasnât the Five you had known since you were thirteen years old. Stuck in the apocalypse with nothing but ashes and him.
 You had thought it was fate. You and him were meant to be stuck together, meant to be there for each other. Even after everything thatâs happened. Apocalypse after apocalypse after apocalypse.Â
The subway started to move. You stayed standing, staring at him with daggers in your eyes until he was out of sight. He didnât chase after the car, he knew it was pointless. He knew heâd never get you back. He didnât deserve you.Â
Once the outside of the train was completely dark and all you could see was your own reflection in the window, you turned and took a seat. Hands in your lap, looked straight ahead, drained.Â
What were you supposed to do now? Where would you go?Â
Maybe this train would take you to a universe with a Five that could never dream of betraying you the way your own did.Â
The lights shone over you as you were deep in thought. You had no idea where this train would take you, when it would take you.Â
Suddenly, the car slowed to a gradual stop and the doors opened. You wanted to stay on, maybe pass by hundreds of stops until you actually got off the train but you heard footsteps passing by the station.Â
Something in the back of your mind told you to get off at this stop, that you would find something important.Â
You stood and slipped through the doors. As soon as you turned your head to scan your surroundings, thatâs when you saw him.Â
How could he have gotten here before you?Â
Five was casually walking towards a set of stairs when he saw you and stopped in his tracks.Â
You glared and felt a flame arise in you as you stomped over to him.Â
âI told you to leave me alone, Five. What the hell are you doing here?â you pointed an angry, accusatory finger in his face but he just grabbed your hand and gently held it in his.Â
You were confused, he seemed different. Less guilty. More sentimental.Â
Your anger faltered as he stared into your eyes with an admiration you were already starting to miss.Â
ây/n,â he said sincerely, âitâs been so long.âÂ
Of course he wasnât your Five. You had just jumped onto a multi-dimensional subway for Christâs sake.Â
âCome on, follow me,â he said as guided you towards a stairwell.Â
As you descended and turned a corner, warm glowing lights filled your sight. A warming, comforting sense of nostalgia flooded your senses. You looked up and read the lights on the sign, Maxâs Delicatessen, as the Five you stumbled across led you inside. The sound of a familiar vintage tune filled your ears.Â
Immediately, you felt all eyes travel to your frame. Every single pupil in this room belonged to a Five. The man you never wanted to see again. Each one of them looked at you with a shocked and astounded expression.
 The Five still holding your hand paid no attention and directed you into a booth seat.Â
As you sat down, you took in your surroundings. The Fives behind the counter preparing food, the Fives taking orders, the Five delivering food, the Fives whispering at tables.Â
There were so many of them, what was this place?
The Five sitting across from you looks in your eyes with a knowing look.
âItâs not often we get one of you around here.âÂ
You shake out of your confused thoughts and reply, âAnd what exactly is this place?âÂ
Before you can get a reply, a waiter Five comes up to the table and places two mugs of coffee in front of you and Five. Before he leaves, he places a couple cups of creamer and packets of sugar next to your mug.Â
Without answering your question, the Five in front of you smiles and says, âWe keep those in the kitchen and not on the tables since itâs really rare to see you.âÂ
You give him an annoyed look.Â
âCan you explain to me whatâs going on?âÂ
âRight,â he sat up a little straighter and took a sip of his coffee. âYou hopped on a subway that took you to an alternate timeline. That timeline just so happens to hold a place where us Fives come after weâve stopped trying to fix the problem.â He largely gestured to the room full of alternate versions of your husband. Ex husband.Â
You stared at him for a few seconds, your brain rattled with questions, before you spoke.Â
âStopped trying? You mean trying to save the world?âÂ
âStopped trying to fix the broken timeline,â he replied matter-of-factly.Â
âThe broken timeline?â you repeated in confusion.Â
âThereâs only supposed to be one, and Iâll bet you can guess who shattered the original timeline.âÂ
Before you could reply, you heard a bell as another Five yelled out, âWe did.âÂ
Five made a disapproving yet knowing face as he called back, âWhy you always gotta wreck shit, Brisket Five?âÂ
Brisket Five shrugged at him then winked at you before returning back to his work.Â
âOkay . .â you started, trying to come up with the right questions, âSo, our existence is the cause of the broken timeline. Is that why thereâs constantly an apocalypse?âÂ
âPrecisely,â Five responds, before gesturing to the framed pictures on the wall. âBy the way, check out the artwork. All the different ways we made our universe go kaboom.âÂ
You stare at the photographs on the wall, noticing both familiar doomsday and entirely unique ones. Once your eyes reach a certain point along the wall you notice some framed images of you. Different photos of you and Five, living your lives together throughout the timelines.Â
The Five across from you notices your curious glimpse.Â
âI mentioned we donât often see you around here,â he explains. âItâs because itâs rare that you survive your timeline.âÂ
You quickly turned back to him in response to his statement. You donât survive? How many of the Fives in this room have lost their y/n? Has the Five in front of you lost his?Â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
âYou and I will always meet, in every timeline throughout the universe. It just seems that fate doesnât always take our side,â he says solemnly as he looks down at his mug.Â
A Five piped up from the booth behind you, âMy y/n was killed by the Swedes back in Dallas.âÂ
Another from a couple tables away said, âMine died in the apocalypse, but we had a good thirty years together.âÂ
The Five in front of you looked up at you and said, âIn my timeline, the Handler shot you and you died in my arms. Iâm sorry I couldnât save you.âÂ
He gave you such a genuine look. Like heâs felt shame and guilt for so long, his apology was heartbreaking. How could these Fives care so much about you, while your Five forgot all about you.Â
âItâs okay,â you looked at him truthfully and took his hand in your, âIâm sure none of your y/ns would ever blame you for their fate, but they would for giving up. Theyâd want you to keep going, stay strong and do what it takes to save your family and the world. Thatâs what they loved most about you.âÂ
You felt bad placing blame on him but you didnât understand how the man who has spent his whole life prioritizing the safety of his family and overcoming countless obstacles and stopping at nothing to save his family could just give up. Sure it was tiring, but that was the life the two of you lived, together.Â
He smiled at you so lovingly it crumbled your heart.Â
âY/n, the doomsdays will never stop coming. The only way to end this constant cycle of saving and destroying the world is if our family ceases to exist.âÂ
Your heart slowed its beating as you stared at your interlocked hands, contemplating.Â
You hated to admit it but he made sense. Whenever your family is all together, everything goes to shit. People always die and the world will always end.Â
Before you could respond, you heard the door swing open and a tense tone fell over the deli.Â
The Five across from you held your hands a bit tighter as he glanced up at the Five that had rushed in.
Your Five.Â
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part two. part three.
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MORE VIRGIN SPENCERRRRR
from the start | spencer reid x reader
Spencer's a nervous mess in your bed, but you like it.
wc: 1.7k, rating: explicit/18+
tags/warnings: puppy bf!spencer, virgin!spencer, early seasons!spencer, hookup, friends with benefits(?), dominant fem!reader, gratuitous use of petnames (baby, darling, etc. but it wouldn't be a minnie special without petnames), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex
a/n: a weird dream of mine turned into a spencer self-insert (jk) so I wrote 1.7k words just to fuel my delusion. this is also a little birthday gift from me to all of you! i've hit 1000 followers (!!!!) on this little spencer blog of mine and i am so so grateful so the only thing i can do is write spencer smut to celebrate! also this lovely anon asked for virgin spencer and I literally cannot refuse (also crossposted to ao3)
You arenât complaining, ending up in bed with Spencer Reid again.Â
Youâd met at a bar, the usually shy genius (according to his friends) coming out of his shell to talk to you, and it had ended in a couple of drinks and you making out with him against the wall in the back of the bar.Â
Youâd brought him home, fully expecting to fuck him. Youâd gotten him into your bed when heâd confessed heâd never done anything like this before, but you didnât have the heart to tell him you could tell. Instead, youâd given him a blowjob before he fell asleep in your bed after a long week on a case. The next morning heâd bashfully woken up to breakfast, and a promise that youâd like to see him again.
âItâll be less intimidating like this,â you pet his cheek softly, before you turn over onto your hands and knees. You notice that Spencer doesnât move, so you turn your head to look at him.Â
Spencer frowns. âI thoughtâ I wanted to see your face.â
âYouâre sweet, darling,â you chuckle. âCome on. I promise this will be easier on you for your first time. You know what to do?âÂ
Spencer hums, his eyes shyly looking to your rear now. Youâre on display for him, thick thighs framing the wetness of your pussy. You know he canât take his eyes off you, his inexperience obvious and extremely arousing.
Spencer had been a bumbling mess as youâd kissed him, as youâd undressed each other, his hands trembling through it. âYou know you can touch me, right?â You tease, and Spencer whines rather petulantly. âTake all the time you need, baby.â
Spencerâs large hands are on you, gentle on your skin. His hands pet you rather sweetly, over your hips and thighs, before he feels the softness of your ass under his palms. You hear his shallow breathing, and feel his thumbs spread you open. His breath hitches.Â
You donât say anything, patient as you let him explore your body. He touches you with an avid curiosity, like he wants to find out about everything that makes you tick, like he wants to commit the lines and curves of your body to memory.Â
His movements slow like syrup, his touch moves to your cunt, sticky with your slick. His fingers slide over your pussy; along your folds, over your leaking hole. âIâm going toâŠâ Spencer trails off, as he presses his index finger gently to your entrance.Â
You moan as your head drops between your shoulders, with Spencer sliding a curious finger inside of you. He feels around, and it feels more like a medical exam than foreplay, but Spencerâs lack of experience still turns you on extremely. Spencerâs voice is strained. âYou feel so warm. Youâre so tight.â
âYeah, baby, Iâm not sure if youâre goinââg to be able to fit,â you tease playfully, smiling as you look back at him. âYouâre going to have to make it fit, wonât you?â
Spencerâs eyes are wide, and he swallows nervously. âYesâ Yes, maâam.â
âUgh, youâre so cuteâ Oh!â You gasp as Spencerâs finger presses into you insistently, nudging against your spongy walls, against the spot that makes you lose your mind. âMm, right there, fuckââ
Being eager to please, Spencer does exactly that â he keeps fingering you, slow and steady, and waits for your approval. Youâre basically melting as he fucks you on his fingers, and you only remember you have a bigger plan until he whimpers. âHmm, baby?â
âI want to- I wanna taste you,â Spencer says, and you moan as his thumb nudges at your clit.
âYou- You sure you can last long enough for foreplay?â You jab, but you shudder in a moan as Spencer rubs at your swollen clit with more intention, pleased with the way he takes you apart. Â
Spencer scoffs. âI think I should ask you the same.â
âEat me out, Spencer,â you demand. Spencer just gets his head between your thighs.Â
You feel his mouth on your cunt, kissing you sweetly, moaning as he tastes you. His lips are soft and plush on your skin, his lower lip massaging at your clit as he eats you out. His tongue slides over your folds, wet noises coming from his mouth as he takes his time tasting you.Â
âYouâre stupidly good at this,â you moan, your face buried in his pillows as youâre barely able to keep yourself propped up. The pleasure Spencer gives you courses through your veins, electric from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. You think you hear Spencer mumble a thank you, and the vibrations only make you moan even louder.Â
You want to come right now, but you know itâll be so much sweeter to orgasm when Spencerâs buried inside of you. You donât know if heâll be able to handle it, the hypersensitive, easily overwhelmed genius in your bed simply might lose his mind fucking you.
âSpencer, baby,â you coo. âWanna- Need you to fuck me now, darling.â
A high whine leaves Spencerâs throat, and heâs quick to pull away from you, as fast as heâd put his mouth on you earlier. âPlease! Please, I need toââ
You giggle, beckoning him to come closer to you. He leans over your frame until his face is close to yours, and you kiss him sweetly. You taste yourself on his lips, but Spencer is giddy as he kisses you back. He tries to trail after you as you pull away, and the sight is both adorable and extremely arousing.Â
âYou gonna fuck me good, baby?â You smile, feeling the hardness of his length pressed against your ass.Â
âYesâ Yes, maâam,â Spencer stammers, swallowing his anxieties. âCan- Can I?âÂ
âPlease, baby,â you groan, your hand reaching behind you to grab Spencerâs cock. He whimpers as you tug as it roughly, your movements haphazard due to the angle, but youâre lining him up with your hole. âYou know what to do.â
It doesnât take much effort for Spencer to press his cock into you. Thereâs uncertainty in his movements, but it feels like heaven as your cunt practically swallows him in. He fills you up so perfectly, his thickness rubbing against your walls in just the right way until heâs buried to the hilt, his bony hips pressed against the fat of your ass. âOh! That feels good, baby.â
You clench around him, relishing the feeling, and then you hear a pathetic little whine from Spencer. âHurts,â he says, in a weak, wet voice, and you want to both coo at him and fuck his brains out.Â
âIâm sorry, baby,â you soothe. âIâll make it feel better, yeah?âÂ
âPlease,â Spencer whimpers. âNeed you.â
You lift yourself off of Spencer for a moment, pulling yourself off his cock before sinking back down on him. Spencer is big, not even knowing what heâs been gifted with when you had seen him for the first time. He fits so well inside of you, feeling so perfect as you fuck yourself on him.Â
You would ask how heâs doing, but whimpers and moans liberally fall from his lips, and heâs holding onto your hips with a death grip, like heâll lose all sense of himself if he isnât holding onto you. His nails dig into your flesh, a delicious bite of pain through the pleasure of it all.Â
âPretty boy,â you groan. âYou fill me up so good, holy fuck, oh my Godââ
Spencer moans so loud your ears ring. âFeels good, so good, pleaseââÂ
âFuck me, baby,â you gasp, your hips slowing on him. He chases after you like he canât control himself, as he starts to thrust into you. âYeah, just like that, baby. Fuck.â
Spencer whines again, chasing his own pleasure as he fucks into you. His hips slap against your ass hurriedly, eagerly, like youâll disappear if he doesnât. âFuck, oh, Godââ
âYouâre so deep inside of me, baby,â you groan, barely able to keep your voice steady. You reach for his hand, guiding it to splay out against your lower stomach, where his cock bulges with every thrust. He practically sobs. âYou feel so good, darling.â
âThinkâ Iâm gonnaâ Hhrghhâ Iâm not gonna last long,â Spencer finally gets the thought out, his genius clearly and understandably slashed when heâs buried in warm, wet pussy. You feel kind of proud of that.Â
âCum, baby,â you groan, not unaffected by Spencerâs eager, frantic fucking. âInside of me.â
He lets out a pathetic little sob, one that turns you to no end, and then you feel Spencer coming inside, his load hot and messy as it paints your walls, filling you up. You clench around him at the feeling, so heady and overwhelming, and Spencerâs little whine at the pressure has you orgasming too. Itâs a new kind of high, a perfect storm of pleasure filling every bone in your body.Â
Spencer is warm and heavy as he half-falls on top of you, a sweetness to his movements as he rests his chin on your shoulder. His cock twitches inside of you but begins to soften. Your arms and legs feel like jelly, but you manage to coax him to lay down. His arms sling around your waist to hold you, and the position is surprisingly intimate.Â
âThank you,â he says breathlessly. You turn around in his grasp, letting Spencerâs cock slip out of you. He whines a little, but smiles when you look up at him. Spencer repeats, sounding more earnest. âThank you.âÂ
âOf course, baby,â you say, smiling, and lean forward to kiss him. Itâs sweet, no heat behind it as you press your lips to his. Spencer seems to appreciate the affection, his thumb tracing little circles into your hip. âYou were really good. Was that good for you too?â
âCouldnât you tell from how fast and how hard I came?â Spencer laughs, seeming a bit shy.Â
You coo, your hand cupping his cheek. âEven if you did, it was extremely endearing.â
âI think you just like corrupting me or something,â Spencer smiles, quirking his eyebrow.
You shrug, a teasing grin on your lips. âMaybe I do.â
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It's a Match! || 141 x Reader
[ Chapter 9 ] || [ Chapter 11 ]
Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.7K~ Tags: NO SMUT, simon is a flirt, first kiss, simon has a PIERCING, simon needed to be held okay? Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: ghost HAS MADE THE MOVE.
Chapter 10: SIMON?!
You had entered the pub looking for someone who you didnât know. Unlike with John, you didnât even have a picture of Simonâs face to go off of.
Not that you had needed one. Going inside and scanning the room, you immediately spotted a tall, blond man with a black mask holding a tumbler of whiskey. He was leaning against a back wall by the dartboard, one foot propped up on the wall behind him.
Tall, blond, and a fan of Bourbon. Check, check and check.
You had made your way over almost immediately, being greeted with a squinting of his eyes and a dipping of his head off to the side.
âYou look good.â He had said before raising a finger in the air and spinning it, beckoning you to give a little spin. Which you did.
âYou donât look so bad yourself.â You had retorted as he pulled away from the wall and guided you to the bar, one hand on your shoulder, so he could pay you for the drink, as you had so salaciously demanded on Tinder.
After that, he took you outside, to a table in the corner of the outdoor area of the pub. He parked himself on a lone armchair, legs spread and his position relaxed, spine curled ever so slightly, to make him take up less space. As if thatâs somehow possible.
Then, Simon tapped his palm on his lap, beckoning you to sit, which you did without question. His hand circled around your waist, pulling your back to press against his chest.
He felt you press your ass back against his bulge, which earned you a dark rumble of a chuckle right into your ear. âNot as shy as I expected youâd be.â He had whispered.
âYouâre the one who made me sit on your lap.â You had retorted as you looked back at him, only to get your head swiveled forward once more by his firm hand on your jaw.
âEyes forward.â He had demanded. âI wanna drink in peace.â He had told you. He was bossy, but not exactly in a bad way.
âI guess that answers my question.â You had told him as you sipped from your own glass. Behind you, Simon did the same. You could hear the ice clinking against the glass as he dipped the tumbler back to sip from.
âWhich one?â He had asked after a wet swallow of his drink and smacking his lips lightly.
âIf you were going to wear the mask.â You had answered.
âItâs for your own benefit.â He had retorted.
âHowâs that?â You had asked, daring to turn back to look at him, only to be stopped by his firm hand on your jaw, correcting your gaze away again, wordlessly.
âIâm not exactly a pretty sight under this.â He had told you. âWould rather not scare you off.â
âIâm sure itâs not that bad.â You had retorted. âAnd I doubt you could scare me off.â You added. âThoughâŠâ You had trailed off, thinking for a moment. âI wonât deny that if youâre like⊠super disfigured I might have a bit of a reaction to it at first.â You had told him sincerely.
That had earned you another rumble of a laugh behind you as he leaned in, pressing his chest a bit more against your back.
âTell you what.â He had said softly in your ear. âIâll let you have a glimpse soon enough, if the night ends up going the way I wish for it to.â
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After a few hours getting to know each other, in which Simon kept up his promise of being honest within reason, you ended up at a McDonaldâs parking lot, eating greasy food in the front seat and talking some more about all sorts of things.Â
You told him about your ex, about your family, about work, about your current obsessions in a certain TV show, a certain videogame, a certain actor⊠And he returned with his own. Who wouldâve thought that this mysterious, sort of strange, guy would like Pedro Pascal?
He made you laugh, his sense of humour extremely morbid and sarcastic and his deliveries deadpan, but just smart enough to draw laughter out of you⊠And whenever you retorted with a smartass comment of your own, you swore you saw him smiling⊠Even if the mask was in the way, the corners of his eyes crinkled.
And you made sure to dutifully look away when he loosened his neck gaiter at the bottom, in order to stick fries and nuggets and his drink straw under itâŠ
At midnight, you found yourself being dropped off at home⊠And just like it happened with John, you found yourself not quite wanting the night to endâŠ
So you invited him upstairs.
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Itâs 5 A.M. when you find yourself waking up in his arms, stirring awake ever so slightly by his movement.
The sun is starting to rise, lighting the room ever so slightly, and making it so you can kind of see a few shadows of your furniture around the room.
Bleary-eyed and groggy, you rub your eyelids, finding Simonâs silhouette still next to you and looking at you.
âYou alright?â You ask him softly, receiving a soft âMhmâ in return. You pull yourself away from his arms, leaning up on one of your elbows to look at him.
âHad fun last night.â He tells you as he stretches a bit. âShould probably be heading back to base in a minute, though.â
Your bare leg rubbed lightly against his thigh which was still clad in denim, a consequence of the two of you having had some sort of⊠sleepover. Thatâs the best way of putting it.
âIâm glad. I had fun too⊠Weirdly enough.â You reply as you start to sit up in bed as well. âNever did think Iâd end up getting⊠laid but⊠not. âLaid together in bedâ, I guess?â You joke a bit, still too groggy to really make a joke.
âCan just call it cuddling.â He replies as he pulls the covers back a bit in order to sit up and turns on your bedside table lamp, lighting the room in a warm-toned orange-y light and casting shadows further toward the door and the hall.
He still has that neck gaiter of his on over his features, or⊠maybe he took it off and put it back on? You canât be sure, you were asleep.
After coming home, you talked some more, played Mario Kart on your switch, watched a horror movie, during which he complained way too much about the realism of the blood splatter and the injuries⊠And then you kind of⊠cuddled to sleep.
âI think we both needed this.â You tell him as he nods his head. âHavenât gotten a good cuddle in⊠well, ages⊠And youâre surprisingly comfortable.â You add.
âDefinitely.â He tells you, his eyes squinting a bit again. âI⊠like you.â He admits.
âI⊠Thank you?â You reply as you sit up in bed next to him, eyebrows raised in surprise.
âThat felt wrong to say aloud. Felt a little bit like a little boy in the playground.â He admits and chuckles at himself.
âYeah⊠Well⊠I like you too.â You reply and chuckle as well at how silly it feels to say it so openly.
âOf course you do.â Simon retorts, his tone still flat and deadpan even as he spoke himself up and acted cocky.
âOh piss off, Simon⊠Itâs too early to deal with your shit right now.â You grumble and nudge at him with your elbow.
âOh, câmon⊠You dealt with it all night last night.â He tells you as he leans over, getting his face close to yours, the neck gaiter just softly grazing against your shoulder.
âShut up.â You reply, a smirk on your lips. His eyes crinkle into a smile as well, which makes your smirk soften into a little smile.
You gently grab his face with his hand which makes his eyes widen and, as a reflex, he grabs your wrist and stops you from pulling down/up his untucked neck gaiter and show you his face.
This had happened a couple times last night. One of which was you trying to tuck a corner of his mask into his neck had earned you a grab from him, that only relaxed when you explained your intentions.
Heâs a deeply mistrusting person, youâve noticed⊠And you are strangely intrigued by it.
âRelax.â You tell him. âIâm not going to pull it off.â You assure him once more, which makes him relax.
Instead, you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, right on the edge where the mask meets his cheek, your lips softly brushing the stitching of the top of the gaiter.Â
His breath hitches and his eyes close for a moment, seemingly basking in the warmth of your little kiss.
As you pull back, his eyes snap open again and he rushes forward, grabbing your whole jaw with his large, rough hand before pulling your whole face toward him once more.
His other hand moves the gaiter up just enough to capture your mouth in his, but not enough to earn you a glimpse of his features.Â
His mouth is warm, his lips chapped and dry to shit, and his tongue is⊠Is that a piercing? Your eyes double in size when your tongue rubs against the cold metal nubs of his barbell piecing.
Simonâs eyes are open too, the corners crinkled in amusement at your shocked reaction. He keeps his grip on your jaw as your eyes slowly fall closed, giving into the kiss.
Itâs completely different compared to Johnâs kisses, or Ethanâs back when you were together. Simon kisses like he wants to take your breath away.
After a moment, he pulls back, the neck gaiter quickly falls back down to cover his face and when your eyes open, itâs as if nothing happened. Simon is up on his feet, putting on his boots and leather jacket.
âWe should do this again.â Simon tells you. âIâll text you.â He adds and winks at you before turning and walking out of your room.
After a moment, you hear the front door of your apartment close and there you are, left sitting in bed, blinking away the shock.
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Burn out
(Jason Todd x Reader)
Summary: Jason comes home and finds reader passed out in the bathroom
Words: 1.7k
As Jason stepped through the door of his apartment, the familiar scent of leather and faint traces of gun oil greeted him. The day had been long, filled with the usual patrols and skirmishes that left him both physically and mentally drained. Yet, as he closed the door behind him, a sense of relief washed over him. Home was supposed to be a sanctuary, a place where he could let the weight of the world slip away.
But as he walked deeper into the dimly lit space, something felt off. The silence hung heavy in the air, and an unsettling instinct prickled at the back of his mind. He called out for you, his girlfriend, but the only response was the echo of his own voice.
"Babe? You here?"
No answer.
His heart began to race as he moved through the living room, a creeping sense of dread pooling in his stomach. He checked the kitchen; no sign of you. The soft light from the bathroom was slightly ajar, casting a warm glow that felt at odds with the chill creeping up his spine.
"Chipmunk?" he called again, his voice tightening.
Pushing the bathroom door open, he was met with a sight that froze him in place. There, on the cold tile floor, lay you, unconscious. Panic surged through him like a tidal wave, and his heart pounded against his ribcage. He rushed to your side, kneeling beside you, his hands trembling as he reached out to check for any signs of life.
He called out your name in panic, his voice a mix of urgency and fear. He gently shook your shoulder, trying to rouse you, but there was no response. The sight of your pale face, framed by disheveled hair, sent a jolt of anxiety coursing through him. Why were you here? Why werenât you in bed?
He quickly scanned the bathroom, searching for clues. Had you been sick? Were you hurt? His mind raced with scenarios, each more terrifying than the last. He couldn't lose youânot like this. Not after everything they had fought through together.
With a swift motion, he gathered you in his arms, cradling you against his chest. The warmth of your body contrasted sharply with the coldness of the tiles beneath them. His heart ached as he felt your fragile weight. For a moment, he simply held you, breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo, trying to anchor himself in the chaos of his thoughts.
"Come on, sweetheart, wake up," he murmured, desperation creeping into his voice. He could feel his panic rising, his mind flashing back to the times he had lost people he loved. "You can't do this to me."
He gently brushed your hair back from your face, his fingers shaking with worry. Jason had always been the tough one, the one who faced danger head-on, but thisâthis was different. This was vulnerability, and it terrified him. The thought of you being in pain, of you suffering alone while he was out fighting crime, clawed at his insides.
"Please, just open your eyes," he pleaded, his throat tightening. The memories of their laughter, their late-night talks, and the way you made the darkness feel a little less suffocating flooded his mind. He couldn't imagine his life without you.
After what felt like an eternity, you stirred. Your eyelids fluttered, and you groaned softly, the sound like a balm to his frayed nerves. Relief flooded through him, yet he felt anger bubbling beneath the surface. How could you let yourself get to this point? Did you not know how much you meant to him?
"Baby, hey, it's me," he said softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "You're going to be okay. Just stay with me."
As your eyes slowly opened, confusion clouded your gaze. Jason felt his heart leap at the sight of you, but the worry didn't dissipate. He needed to know why this had happened, why you had collapsed like this.
"I... what happened?" You murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
"You scared the hell out of me," he replied, his voice firm yet laced with tenderness. "You passed out. We need to get you checked out."
He helped you sit up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders for support. The concern etched across his face mirrored the tumult of emotions inside himârelief mingled with anger and an overwhelming need to protect.
"Let's get you to bed," he said, his tone softening. He couldn't bear to see you so vulnerable, so fragile. You needed him now more than ever, and he vowed to be there for you, to ensure you never felt alone in your struggles again.
As he guided you to her feet, he held you close, arm around your waist as he helped you to your room.
Once Jason got you to your bedroom, the warm, inviting space felt like a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the day. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting gentle shadows on the walls. He guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands steadying you as she swayed slightly.
"Just take a moment," he said, his voice low and reassuring. He knelt down in front of you, searching your eyes for any sign of lingering confusion or distress. "You scared me back there."
You nodded slowly, your brow furrowing slightly as you took in your surroundings. Jason's heart ached at the sight of you looking so lost. He brushed his fingers over your cheek, the warmth of his hand a comforting contrast to the worry that gnawed at him.
"Let's get you some water," he said, standing up and moving toward the bedside table. He poured a glass from the pitcher he always kept filled, his movements deliberate and careful. He could feel the tension in his body, a lingering anxiety that wouldn't easily dissipate.
Returning to your side, he handed you the glass, watching intently as you took small sips. "Easy, don't rush it," he instructed gently, the protective instinct in him flaring up. He couldn't help but wonder if you had been pushing yourself too hard again.
As you finished, he took the glass from you, placing it back on the table. He sat beside you on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. "Do you feel any better?" he asked, his tone softer now, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his usual bravado.
"Yeah, just a bit dizzy," you admitted, your voice still shaky. "I didn't mean to worry you."
His heart softened at your words. "You don't have to apologize. I just... I hate seeing you like this," he confessed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I wish you would let me in more when you're feeling overwhelmed."
You looked down, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. "I didn't think it was that bad. I guess I just pushed myself too far."
Jason sighed, feeling the weight of your words. He wanted to fix everything for you, to protect you from the world's harsh realities. "You don't have to do everything alone, you know? I'm here for you, always. Just let me help."
He shifted closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you gently against him. The warmth of your body against his felt grounding, and he breathed out slowly, trying to calm the storm of emotions within him. "What can I do to help you right now?" he asked, his voice low and steady.
"Honestly? Just sit with me for a bit," you replied, leaning your head against his shoulder. The simple request tugged at his heartstrings, and he nodded, grateful for the opportunity to be close to you.
They sat in silence for a few moments, the only sounds being the soft ticking of the clock and the occasional creak of the building settling. Jason's mind raced with thoughts of how he could support you better in the future, how he could help you navigate the struggles she faced. But for now, he focused on being present, feeling the comforting rhythm of your breathing against him.
After a while, he pulled away slightly to look into your eyes. "Do you want something to eat? Maybe some soup or something light? I can whip up something quick," he offered, eager to take care of you in any way he could.
You smiled faintly, your eyes sparkling with gratitude. "That sounds nice, actually. I'd love some soup."
"Alright, stay put," he said, rising from the bed and heading to the kitchen. As he moved through the familiar space, he felt a surge of purpose. He opened the cupboard, pulling out a can of soupâcomfort food that reminded him of simpler times.
While the soup heated on the stove, he couldn't shake the feeling of protectiveness that enveloped him. He considered how he could make you feel more secure in your relationship, how he could encourage you to lean on him rather than carry your burdens alone.
Minutes later, he returned to the bedroom with a steaming bowl of soup, the scent filling the air with warmth. "Here you go," he said, setting the bowl on your lap. "Just take small bites, okay?"
You laughed softly, the sound lifting his spirits. "Yes, sir," you replied, picking up the spoon and taking a cautious sip. He watched you closely, a smile breaking through his earlier worry as you visibly relaxed.
"See? Not so bad," he said, leaning back against the headboard, enjoying the sight of you slowly regaining your strength.
After a few more bites, you looked at him, you expression serious. "Jason, thank you for being here. I don't know what I'd do without you."
He felt a warmth bloom in his chest at her words. "I'll always be here. Just promise me you'll talk to me when things get tough, okay? I can't help if I don't know what's going on."
You nodded, your eyes reflecting sincerity. "I promise. I'll try."
As the two of them settled into a comfortable silence, Jason couldn't shake the feeling that this moment, this simple act of caring, was what made everything worthwhile. He was determined to protect youânot just from the dangers outside but from the struggles within. He breathed a sigh of relief. At least youâre okay.
Hope yâall liked it â (á ăâ )
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tiny moves
"the tiniest moves you make, the whole damn world shakes"
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pairing: jenna ortega x reader
summary: after a date night and declarations of love, you and jenna get discovered by the public and feel a bit like kids again
warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, running from fans, cursing, still mostly fluff
word count: 1.7k
A/N: this was originally called starfucker but i didnât like the connotation it was giving the story, so i decided to change it to this title instead, which more clearly illustrates the vibe i was trying to give it. it has smut, which is why that was the original name, but i didn't like that it sounded that way
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"Jenna, no," you say with a groan, pushing gently at her wrist. It's holding up the elastic band of your underwear just below your navel, and she looks up at you from where she straddles your waist, with dark, hungry brown eyes, coupled with a cheeky smirk.
She's asking you a question in the gaze, and though you earnestly consider it for a moment, you shake your head. She frowns but gives up, shrugging and letting go of the band as it snaps back against the sensitive, soft skin there, before flopping down on top of you. "Later, then."
From where you lay down in the car, the streetlight overhead narrowly slips in and casts itself right over your eyes in a single band. You're too exhausted to shift with Jenna's head lying against your shoulder, so instead you raise an arm to cover your eyes, still trying to catch your breath.
"We took off everything but your underwear, you know," Jenna says, gently poking you in the ribs with her finger. At the small jolt the movement sends through your body, you feel her smile against your neck.
"Are you really complaining?" you say, laughing softly with your eyes still covered. At the noise, she lifts her head up from off of you, watching your chest rise and fall and propping her chin up on her palm. When you realise she's gone silent, you pull your arm away, only to find her watching you.
The hunger from earlier has faded- or maybe it still lingers. But now her eyes are soft and warm, flooded by the dim streetlight outside, and you're positive that they might be twinkling. You swallow the lump in your throat. "What're you looking at?"
Jenna shrugs. "Just you...," she admits, looking up at the foggy window and then back down. "Did you like your dinner?"
The question is disarming and far from what you had expected, and you must've let it show on your face, because she rolls her eyes with a fond smile. "What?"
"Nothing, it's just you're asking me about pasta, now."
She shrugs. "I was just thinking we could probably go there again, next week. Maybe I'll take Emma and Joy."
"You're a dork," you laugh, shaking your head at her ability to so suddenly shift moods. Five minutes ago she had been moaning out your name and coming for the third time; now she was planning dinner with your cast mates. "Do you think they know by now?" you ask, raising a hand to gently scratch at an itchy spot on your collarbone that was already starting to bruise with an imprint of her teeth.
Jenna shakes her head. "I don't think so. I mean, we're pretty good at hiding it." She pauses, smirking at you. "Or, at least I am."
"Hey, friends can tell each other they look pretty."
"Every day?" she raises her eyebrows at you.
"Well, if they look pretty every day...,â you imply. Jennaâs eyebrows raise even higher. âBut fine, I'll start telling Georgie he looks pretty too, if it makes less obvious."
"(Y/n), baby, I think that would make it more obvious."
"Hm," you hum, putting your arms back and pushing up from the leather seats. You move back to lean up against the interior car door and Jenna follows you, leaning her head against your chest once you settle. "You have that big scene tomorrow, right? With Hunter?"
She nods against you. "That's what Tim said. I think he wanted to move it up the schedule. He wants to get it out of the way before we film the one with you because of CGI stuff. More time to work on it and make it look good, or something. I don't really know why, but he said the stages were super expensive andâ"
"âI love you."
It leaves your lips before you can think twice, not that you would anyhow. There's just something about the fire in her eyes when she speaks. The small crinkle in her nose when she's talking about some sort of problem.
It catches her off guard, interrupting her train of thought to leave her with her mouth hanging open in surprise, and you immediately scramble to cover for the silence. "Sorry, you don't have to say it back if you don't want to. I know it's only been a couple months soââ
But she cuts you off with a kiss, reaching up and turning herself around in your lap. Her arms wrap around your neck, pulling herself flush against you, skin to skin, in a messy kiss, and you're left gripping tightly to her thighs, which bracket your waist. Jenna's hand weaves itself into your hair, tangling itself there as she makes no move to pull away or stop for air.
You can feel her lipstick smearing itself against your lips even more than before, and she pulls away for only a moment, before she reconnects with you, the very tip of her tongue meeting yours. You stay like that for a while but it still is not long enough, and she pulls away, leaving you both heaving, and attempting to catch your breath.
"I love you too," she nods against you, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and then up on your forehead. "You stole my line."
"We can share," you hum against her, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. It's a miracle and a half, and you can remember in your mind just how much you almost refused to be on the show, and just how catastrophic that would have been.
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Neither of you are entirely sure just how long you sit in the car, but after what you later realise was twenty minutes of just sitting in silence, you both figure it's probably time enough to get home. Jenna clambers off of you, reaching forward to the passenger seat to where you had thrown her underwear and sweatpants.
You hear her groan as you're tugging your own socks on. "What's wrong?" you ask, raising your eyebrows at her in concern. It immediately goes away, when she turns back to you, holding her jumper up.
"Enrique is going to kill me. This is his, I asked to borrow it and you got it all wrinkly when you took it off."
"Sorry," you wince. "You just looked so pretty?" you offer, as a bad attempt at an explanation, and Jenna rolls her eyes at you, shaking her head with a smile.
"Come on, we need to get home," she sighs, looking a bit tired. By 'home' she really means her place. You have a flat of your own too, in the town you're filming in, but you've spent fewer and fewer nights there the more that you and Jenna began to talk. Even though you havenât officially moved in together, sheâs just started calling her place home, and intentional or not, you wonât correct her because that wouldnât actually be correct.
Once youâre both dressed, you pull open the door of your car, helping her out and closing it behind her. You click the fob on your keys, looking around the car park for other people. Itâs quite late, and youâre rather pleased that both the park and the street outside look empty.
Jennaâs walking a few feet in front of you, but with the empty street, you take complete advantage, catching up to her and grabbing her hand. She looks over at you with a worried expression, but it melts away to excitement when she realises no one else is nearby to ruin the moment. She laces her fingers in yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
Neither of you are too sure how long you can keep the charade going, or when you'll open up the internet and see you and Jenna on the very cover of some shitty tabloid, but it's nice to have your peace. Most people could just be peacefully in love in public, but for you and Jenna, it would always be a minefield.
You turn the corner with her hand in yours, both of you wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night to hide your faces. But it does nothing to stop the group a few feet away from stopping and staring at you. They're a bunch of teen girls, staring at you and Jenna with their mouths dropped open in immediate recognition, and immediately you see one take out her phone.
"Shit?"
"Shit," Jenna replies with a nod. Before you know what's happened, she's tugging you by the hand, dragging you behind her and breaking out into a gentle run. You follow after her, hearing the girls behind you begin to call out both of your names, but neither of you turn around.
It's a bit funny, and you're laughing as it happens, both out of the insanity of the situation and how fun it feels to run with her and the wind rushing past, and she pulls you into the doorway of her building, punching in the numbers and then grabbing you by the hand again.
You both race up the stairs and through the door, shutting it behind you, laughing like children at the insanity. You know your cover is blown. Someone would probably say something, and by morning those dreaded articles would be run. But you also know that if you were going to announce to the world that you loved anyone, you'd want it to be her.
Jenna giggles against you, leaning against the hallway of her flat to catch her breath. In between a couple of heavy breaths of your own, you whisper, "Do you think they saw us?"
She snorts. "I think it's safe to say so."
"Sorry," you frown. "It was kind of my fault... are you mad?"
But she shakes her head. "Not really. We both knew it would happen eventually. And, well... I love you. So really, what better time is here?"
You pull her gently into a kiss by your hand cupping cheek, holding her until you feel a hand inch towards your waistband again. "Really?" you laugh against her. "Now?"
"I did say later, didn't I?" she smirks.
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hope you liked it! had a whole bunch of fun and have been sitting on it for a while now, so it was good to finally get it out there!
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She's an Angel (Part 2)
You and Paige get locked inside a bathroom, the team likes to cockblock, and you finally get the girl.
Paige Bueckers x reader
Part 1 - Pretty much everyone but Paige has noticed your pining, and the team decide to do something about it.
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Word Count: 1.7k
Themes: ummm smut??
A/N: hiiii cuties. Here is part 2. I hope you enjoy!!!
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Your chest heaves as you and Paige pull apart from each other. You look towards your reflection in the mirror, eyes trained on your swollen lips and the dark hickey standing prominent on your neck.Â
âFuck,â you whisper, dancing your fingers across the bruise with a dazed expression on your face. âYou know how long Iâve wanted to do that?â
âYou know long Iâve wanted to fuck you?â Paige whispers, her voice rich with a sultry tone.Â
You press another kiss to her lips, humming as her taste floods your senses again.Â
Her large hands trail down your sides, landing on your ass. Her touch sends sparks shooting through your body, and she lifts you up, putting you on the counter. You were now eye to eye, the vast blueness of hers shining stark against the dark pupils that engorged in the view of you.
She smirks, reconnecting your lips, as your moans fill the small bathroom.Â
âGod, Paige,â you whine, as you push your body against hers, your hands roaming freely.Â
âSuch a needy, little thing, arenât you, Bambi?â She mumbles, her breath hot against your throat, warmth spreading down your spine to settle in the pit of your belly. She had lit a fire inside you, and now it was fully raging, consuming you until you would ultimately be left in a pile of ash.
Your head spins as her words register in your love drunk brain. Another breathy moan falls from your lips, back arching to get as close to Paige as possible as she sucks marks onto your sensitive skin.Â
The noises grow louder before theyâre cut off by a clamor outside the bathroom, followed by three quick raps on the door.Â
Paige groans, throwing her head back in annoyance. âWhat the fuck do you guys want?â She calls out.
âWe didnât think you two would actually hook up in there,â Jana yells with a tone of disgust.
You giggle as Paige leans back into you, her face buried in your neck as she thinks for a moment.
âGonna kill those cock-blocking idiots,â she grumbles under her breath. She helps you down off of the bathroom counter before stepping over to the door and ripping it open.
The whole team is standing in the doorway with varying expressions on their faces, ranging from smug to utter excitement.Â
âNice hickey,â Aubrey says pointedly, causing the other girls to erupt in laughter. Your face grows warm as you move to hide behind Paigeâs taller figure.Â
âIt is, isnât it,â Paige boasts, turning around to look at it. Her eyes flicker to yours, as the rest of the team fades out from your periphery.Â
âUgh, cool it with the lovey-dovey shit,â KK groans, pretending to gag.Â
âI thought you wanted us to be happy,â Paige deadpans, glaring at the team with a little less heat than before.Â
âGo be happy someplace I donât get ready,â Jana shoots back, still looking thoroughly traumatized, as she glances past you and Paige to look at the defiled counter with a subtle shudder.Â
Paige shrugs, grabbing your hand and waving to the team. âGonna go fuck my girl. See ya.â
Her nonchalant brashness makes you giggle, and as you follow her out of the apartment, you canât help but feel giddy as the thought settles into your mind.
Paige was finally going to fuck you. And she was finally going to be yours.
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Your bedroom was illuminated by the soft, golden hue emitting from your desk lamp, showering you and Paige in a comforting aureate of warmth.Â
Paige had settled herself between your open thighs, as she worshiped the soft skin under her, leaving you dripping and feeling very, very needy. Your chest rises and falls as you watch the blonde girl, wondering how the hell you had gotten here.Â
âPlease, Paige,â you whimper. âNeed more.â Your hips stutter as her mouth travels closer to your soaked core. You reach down to play with your own clit before Paige smacks your hand away with a dominant finality.Â
âGonna take care of my baby. Trust,â she hums against your thigh, pressing one more hot, open-mouthed kiss before suddenly licking a wide stripe up your pussy.Â
Your hips fly off of the bed as the pleasure shoots through you, and Paige holds them down with a muscled forearm, anchoring you.Â
Your head falls back against the mountain of pillows on your bed, quiet moans and tiny âpleasesâ pouring out of your mouth as Paige eats you out with a fervous hunger.
âGod, you taste good,â she claims, and as you look back down, you see the unmistakable sheen of your dripping sex coating her chin as she meets your eye with a grin.Â
Her voice, rich with arousal and husky, sent the butterflies in your stomach soaring to new, great heights.Â
Her tongue circles your clit again, sucking it into her mouth as if it belonged to her. She teases your entrance with a long finger, your slick warmth practically inviting her in.Â
She slips a finger in, your arousal evident as the usual, initial sting is absent. She wastes no time adding a second finger, pumping them in and out skillfully.Â
âSo good, P,â you cry, eyes closing as the pressure in your lower abdomen builds to a perfect crescendo.Â
Paige releases your swollen clit from her hot, wet mouth to grin cheekily up at you, clearly enjoying the sounds of your own pleasure.Â
âTold you Iâd take care of you, baby,â she boasts.Â
A third finger slips in as she gently teases you, brushing up against your g-spot with a delightful precision.Â
Your body is on fire, your entire being consumed by the wanton desire shooting through you.Â
You were going to cum on that same mouth you had spent years fantasizing about. It was almost poetic.
Your walls clench, and Paige knows that youâre getting close. She continues to eat you out, alternating pressure and speed.Â
âFuck, Paige. Gonna-gonna cum. Please let me cum,â you whimper, all thoughts of trying to remain somewhat quiet erased from your mind.Â
âBe a good girl. Let go fâme,â she mumbles against your pussy, and itâs all you need to fall apart under her.Â
Your moans ricochet off the walls, alerting your neighbors of your activities, and Paigeâs name leaves your lips like a sacred prayer.Â
She gives you a moment to catch your breath as she gazes upon your naked body. When you finally meet her eyes, a blush covers your face as you take notice of her adoring smile.Â
âYouâre such a fuckinâ softy, P,â you giggle.Â
It was Paigeâs turn to blush, and you pull her into a heated kiss, licking into her half-open mouth with a newfound confidence as you revel in the afterglow of your orgasm.Â
Flipping Paige over so she was laying underneath your body, you continue kissing her. You reach to roll a nipple between your fingers, experimenting with pinching and pulling at the pink, peaked flesh.Â
Your kisses travel down, marking her at the base of her throat with deep purple hues that would show everyone that she belongs to you and only you.Â
Paige groans under you, whimpering out breathy curse words and your name on a continuous loop.Â
You sit back on your knees, resting your butt on your heels, watching Paige, who looks up at you with a confused expression.Â
âWhyâd you stop, Bambi?â She pouts, clearly frustrated at the sudden halt.Â
âWanna try something with you,â you whisper, grabbing her open legs and slotting them in between yours.Â
Loud moans leave your mouths concurrently, as your slick centers connect, a feeling that is completely indescribable. It was erotic, the warmth spreading between the two of you.Â
You roll your hips experimentally, grinding your swollen clit against Paigeâs, and her head falls to rest in the crook of your neck. Puffs of hot air tickle the sensitive skin right under your ear, and you extend your neck, wanting her to get even closer to you.Â
You find a rhythm, both of you taking turns guiding and following. The slick builds, running down your pussies and coating your inner thighs with a layer of sheen.Â
Leaning your head down, you attach your mouth to one of Paigeâs nipples, biting lightly and then soothing it with a teasing sweep of your tongue. It was almost too much, and you pull away to focus on your centers sliding in unison.Â
âFuck, ma. You feel so fuckinâ good,â Paige grunts out. âCanât believe Iâve never done this shit before.â Her breath shudders as you pump your hips from a new angle, effectively silencing her.Â
âWhat can I say? Iâm full of surprises,â you manage to get out, your voice raising a full octave as another wave of pleasure rolls through you.Â
The first orgasm Paige had awarded you had left you incredibly sensitive, and you knew it wouldnât be long before you were falling over the edge once more.Â
You trail a hand across Paigeâs toned stomach, feeling the ripples of pleasure shooting through her.Â
âIâm close,â you moan, and Paige nods, eyes squeezed shut in concentration, grinding up against your pelvis with a raging urgency.Â
Two more pumps of your own hips and you both were falling into each other, lost in the throes of your orgasms.Â
You collapse into each other's arms, limbs tangled up, two becoming one. At the moment, it feels like a lot more than just sex.Â
Laying down next to you, Paige cuddles you into her warmth, humming in appreciation. âThe perks of dating a cheerleader, am I right?â She jokes, looking over to you with another ridiculous grin on her face.Â
âWeâre dating now?â You question, your heart nearly faltering.Â
âI gotta take you out first. But yeah, duh,â she deadpans, and you lightly shove her, the giddiness in your chest threatening to give away your perfectly planned nonchalance.Â
As you lay next to her, listening to your breathing evening out, a smile ghosts your lips.Â
Gone were the days of pining. Because you had finally secured the girl. And that was certainly something to cheer about.Â
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Whoo clearly I've been on a smut kick and i need to write something more wholesome. That being said, someone did request another part of I've Got a Wand and a Rabbit and i am very very tempted....
Thanks so much for reading. Let me know what you think!!
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Niall Horan x Reader: Not Like Him
Prompt:Â Because of your past, you hate confrontation. One day, Niall comes home particularly grumpy.
Word count:Â 1.7k
Warnings:Â anxiety, past verbal abuse mention
A/N:Â hi all!!! continuing to try and post on here. please feel free to send any niall x reader prompts / ideas my way :)
Youâre in the midst of putting a dish you just washed away when you hear the front door open, then suddenly slam shut. The pictures hanging on the wall rattle as you peer around the corner anxiously. The first thing you see is Niall bustling through the door. Normally, having Niall home would cause a surge of warmth and excitement to rush through youâ but today, instantly, you recognize that something about his demeanor is off.Â
He throws his flannel on the chair and with his back facing you, runs his hand through his hair. When he turns to you, thereâs no warm smile or cheerful greeting. Instead, he takes a few steps then tosses his keys on the counter, letting them slide carelessly across the surface. He makes no effort to even acknowledge your existence.Â
Instantly, a lump forms in your throat, making it harder and harder to breathe. You hate tension⊠Or any sort of confrontation, really. Your parentâs entire marriage was built off tension and confrontationâ passive aggressive comments and slamming doors leading to screaming, which then led to shattered dishes or dented walls.Â
Your father had a temper. And it didn't matter how well behaved or helpful or unseen you were. Something always managed to spark his anger. The nights he drank were worse, and as the years went on, the sober version of himself made less and less of an appearance.Â
Although you didn't recognize it at the time, looking back, you knew that you spent the vast majority of your childhood living on edgeâ always waiting for the yelling or the screaming. You were afraid more often than not. And that wasn't something you could just unlearn when you were old enough to leaveâ no matter how far away you were. Â
In fact, it took years of hard work to heal from the trauma you'd experienced. But for so long, it felt like no matter how much therapy you attended or self-help books you read, there was always a part of you that was just stuck.Â
Until you met Niall.Â
Niall was the missing piece. His presence alone was healing. He was calm and safe and consistent. He was patient and gentle and kind. And when you finally got up enough courage to tell him about your childhood, he listened carefully, his brows furrowed somberly. It was like your trauma caused him physical painâ that's how much he loved youâ how much he felt with you.Â
With Niall, you could safely work on communicating without screaming matches or slamming doors. It had taken time, but slowly, piece by piece, you started to rebuild, until you actually felt like you could trust someone again.Â
And of course, even now, in the midst of whatever this unknown territory was, you trust him. But despite that, tension is radiating off from him. Itâs almost palpable in the airâ suffocating you.Â
You have to say somethingâ Niall will understand.Â
âHow was your day?â You ask nervously, already knowing the answer.Â
Niall walks right past you to the fridge, pulling the door open and ignoring your question. Â
You bite your lower lip, your anxiety settling like a rock in your stomach. This feeling felt too familiarâŠÂ
âIs everything okay?â you ask. He pulls out a beer, showing no sign that he even heard you. He cracks it open, the sound alone sending shivers down your spine as youâre instantly reminded of all the nights your father would drink five beers before even recognizing you were home. But Niall is not your dad, you remind yourself. Niall is gentle. Niall is kind.Â
He takes a long swig before walking towards the stairs.
âNiall?â you say, worry evident in your tone.Â
He doesnât stop.Â
Niall isn't like him. Niall cares about your feelings. Niall loves you.
You follow him a few steps, knowing that you canât let him just go to bed this⊠angry? Upset? Whatever he isâÂ
âNiall, whatâs going onââ
âOh my God!â He bellows suddenly, waving his arms and spinning in his tracks to finally look at you. âCan you leave me alone for one goddamn second?!â
Before you can quiet down your brain or repeat all the ways Niall was different from your father, your body reacts as if they are one and the same. You flinch harshly from his sudden movements and loud tone, like your body remembered exactly how it felt to live in your house twenty years ago. And before you can help it, the glass cup in your hand falls to the floor, shattering around your feet.Â
The noise makes you snap out of your trance. Looking down at the mess you made, your mouth goes dry. Your whole body has already begun shaking and you can feel the tears fighting their way to your eyes.Â
âIâm sorryââ you whisper, choking back a sob. Then you brace for the screamingâ the berating. Clumsy, stupid, idiot.Â
Nervously, you kneel down, tucking your hair behind your ear while you try to pick up the broken glass. What the hell is wrong with you? Itâs obvious Niall had a bad day. So why couldnât you just leave him alone? The last thing he needs is you making and being a mess.Â
âSorryââ you mutter, itâs so quiet though, you doubt he hears. âIâm sorry,â you repeat. Youâre so anxious you donât even grab a dustpan, you just start collecting pieces of shattered glass in your hand. Your vision quickly becomes blurry with tears as they streak down your cheeks.Â
âShit,â you vaguely hear, but you donât stop trying to clean up. Youâre frantic, grabbing whatever you can off the floor before he can get more upset about it.Â
Stupid, stupid, stupid.Â
Through your clouded vision, you canât see what youâre collecting off the floorâ all you know is that you have to keep cleaning it up.
âBaby, stopââ Â
The voice is distant.
âI promise Iâll clean it up,â you say, hands shaking so violently, you wonder how no pieces have sliced open your skin yet.Â
âBabyââÂ
Itâs just background noise.Â
âHey, hey, hey.âÂ
You vaguely see a figure kneel beside you and before you can wave him away, Niall reaches outâ hand cupping yours before forcing open your fingers. As soon as the glass is out of your hand, you see him reach up to toss it on the counter before kneeling back down to be on your level.Â
All it takes is one arm wrapping around your shoulders for you to break. Suddenly, you canât hold back the sob thatâs been sitting in your throat. The second it escapes from your lips, Niall pulls you into his chest tightly.Â
âCâmere,â he exhales, chin resting on your head while he slides the both of you back against the cupboard. You let out a choked gasp and cling to him.Â
His arm winds tightly around you, locking you in place. âIâm so sorry,â he breathes. Â
âI have to clean it upââ you cry. Â
âShh,â he soothes. He rocks you on the floor like that, his arms wrapped around you securely. Your breathing is choppy as you shake against him. Niall grabs your bicep with his hand, holding you steady while his thumb rubs up and down your bare skin gently, trying to calm you down.Â
Youâre not sure how long it takes for you to feel like you can think again. Time stands still as you settle into his embrace. Niallâs embraceâ you remind yourself. Not your fatherâs. Because your father wouldnât embrace you after yelling like that. And he certainly wouldnât embrace you after you broke a dish.Â
After a while, your breathing gradually returns to normal again. Moments later, you feel him shift. âDid you cut yourself?â he asks carefully.Â
He supports the majority of your weight, all but lifting you off the floor before scanning the length of you.Â
You shake your head. At least you didnât think you did.Â
Niall nods before reaching his hand out. âCâmon, letâs get away from the glass.â
You take it willingly, sighing as you feel the warmth from his palm spread through your hand. He guides you away from the pile of glass and towards the kitchen island. He helps you settle into one of the tall stools.Â
âHey,â you hear him whisper. But youâre still staring at the mess, so worried about cleaning it up. Until you feel firm, but careful hands cupping each side of your faceâ forcing your attention to shift towards him. âHey,â he repeats.Â
His calloused thumb trails along your cheek. Before you know what youâre doing, youâre leaning into his touch, craving his comfort.Â
âDid you cut yourself?â he asks again, clearly not trusting your earlier response.Â
To be fairâ youâre not even sure that you trust your earlier response. By now, you feel like youâre actually back in your own body, and feel no pain. So you shake your head, this time more convincingly. Â
As soon as you give the confirmation that youâre alright, Niall takes a step forward and wraps his arms around your shoulders, crashing his body against yours. Â
âIâm so sorry,â he says, lips ghosting against the top of your head. âI didnât mean to yell like that.â
You nod into his shirt, pinching the fabric between your fingers and breathing in the smell of him. Niall is not your dad, you repeat. Niall apologizes. Niall loves you.Â
âItâs okay,â you whisper, you were slightly more calm. âIâm sorry I was so annoyingâ Iâm sorry I broke the glass.â
You feel Niall shake his head above you. âNoââ he says firmly. âI donât give a shit about the glass. I had a shitty day,â he sighs. âA really shitty day. But thatâs not your fault.â
âI should have just given you space.â
He shakes his head again, pulling back from his embrace to look at you earnestly. âNoâ Weâre supposed to talk about things. I promised you Iâd always talk to you about things, and I broke that today.â
He brushes a few loose strands of hair from your face, before wiping some stray tears stuck under your eyes. âI know how much yelling activates youâ I know it sets you off, and I just wasnât thinking.â
âYouâre allowed to get annoyed,â you remind him. âAnd angry. Youâre allowed to yell.âÂ
âThatâs not how you and I communicate,â he says. âThatâs not ever how I want to communicate, and Iâm sorry. Iâll do better next timeâ
Squeezing him tighter, you nod against his chest.Â
Because Niall is not your father and you believe him.
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kinktober | pinned to perfection - d.r.
day 2 - against a wall | kinktober masterlist
summary: after a long, stressful day, danielâs tension is palpable. when the both of you are finally alone with no distractions, you find yourself pushed up against a wall with daniel pinning you as he takes charge.
WARNINGS: 18+ content, wall sex, rough sex, desperate sex, dom! daniel, teasing, thigh riding.
w.c: 1.7k
a/n: day 2! i had fun working on this one, it's quite the contrast to day 1. let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys. and i'll see you next week for week 2.
you should have seen it coming. in fact, you sort of had. danielâs race had ended with yet another dnfâ this time through no fault of his ownâ they said it was an engine failure. youâd watched as the cameras panned to him back in the garage, helmet still on to hide his expression. his shoulders were rigid, his posture tight. even through the screen, you could feel the frustration, the tension. so when you were shoved against the hotel room wall the moment you entered, it didnât shock you. your hands were firmly pinned against the cold paint, the contrast of its chill and the warmth of danielâs larger hands was hard to ignore. his right knee slipped between your legs, grazing your clothed cunt in a way that made you shudderâ not unexpected, but no less intense.
danielâs breath was heavy, each exhale brushing against your skin. his eyes looked darker, the usual spark that twinkled in them no longer visible. for a moment, he didnât move, keeping you pinned against the door. his grip tightened, then loosened, then tightened again, as if he was fighting something within him. he moved his forehead to rest against your own, his dark eyes boring into you. he licked his lips, running his teeth along his bottom lip before speaking up. âi tried,â he muttered, his voice strained. âi tried to hold it together,â he told you, before squeezing his eyes shut. his knee pushed itself up to rub against your core, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. his grip on your hands tightened, pushing them further against the wall as he exhaled heavily through his nose. âi need this,â he murmured, opening his eyes to see your reaction. you meekly nodded, though you knew it wasnât really asking for permission. he knew what he needed, and he was going to get his outlet. without warning, danielâs lips found yours and took you in for an feverish kiss. his mouth moved against yours with raw intensity, as though words werenât enough to express his frustrations. his breath came out raggedy through the messy kisses, mingling with yours as he pressed harder, deeper into you. he put all his passion into his actions as words couldnât describe his current feelings. his left hand released your own from itâs grip, moving to cradle your face. his touch was rough, though slightly trembling as his thumb brushed over your cheekbone, trying to ground himself in your softness. his other fingers wound their way into your hair, pulling you closer to him. he was touching you with such urgency, it was bordering ferality.
his other hand moved to your waist as he pulled you further onto his leg, his thigh pressing more firmly between your legs. you could feel the pressureâ hot and insistentâ rubbing right against your core. you pulled away from the kiss to whine at the feeling, looking to daniel with a pleading glance. he let out a harsh breath as his grip on you tightened. âcome on then,â he murmured, his voice low. âuse it.â it wasnât an offer, it was a demand, and who were you to say no? not that you had much of a choice anyways. daniel slowly began to rock you against his thigh, setting a slow pace. the friction sent waves of pleasure through you, and a soft whimper escaped your lips. your head moved to rest on danielâs shoulder, eyes squeezed shut as you moved with danielâs guide, doing just as he said. it felt so good, but it was tortuous. the pace was so slow, and you just wanted to speed it up. daniel didnât give you room to stop, keeping your hips moving whether you wanted to co-operate or not. his lips moved against your ear, and you heard the moan he swallowed before whispering, âjust like that..â
each grind against his firm thigh sent sparks of pleasure through your body, and you felt yourself growing more desperate as you got more into it. daniel was feeling the same. the muffled whines and whimpers that escaped you each time you rutted against him went right to his cock, and he knew he wasnât going to be able to hold off for much longer.
he let out another deep sigh, before you felt his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. âyouâre doing so well,â he praised lowly, allowing his hand to grip tighter on your waist. he pushed you further into his thigh, forcing you to take in every bit of friction he was able to provide. his voice went higher, a teasing tone mixed in with his murmured âbut..â and he let the word hang for a moment. you could feel him smirking against you, and it sent a shiver down your spine. âyou want more, donât you?â you eagerly nodded against his shoulder in response, a shiver running through you at the dark chuckle daniel let out in return. you dug your nails into his back, whining out a small âplease.â you were aching for something faster, something harder. and daniel felt itâ the way your body was straining against his hold, the way you wanted to take control, to push things forward. he wanted to tease you in return, drag this out just to torture you. but he couldnât. he needed this more than anyone, and your sweet noises were enough to spur him on. he moved his hand to your head, fingers tangling with your hair as he pulled your head away from his shoulder. his eyes were dark still, to no surprise. but they were filled with something primal.. something fierce. âdonât worry sweetheart,â he breathed out, running his tongue across his lips. âiâm going to give you exactly what you need.â
danielâs words hung heavy in the air, his breath fanning across your face as he held you there a little longer, your body still pinned between him and the wall. the need in his eyes was more prominent than before, and you could feel the tension radiating between your bodies. without breaking eye contact, danielâs free hand slid down your body, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your thigh.
in one swift motion, he hooked your leg around his waist and positioned himself in between your thighs. you could feel his clothed cock, straining against the confines of his clothes. the contact with your core elicited a moan from your lips, breath starting to become shakier as you were getting closer to what you wanted.
with a low growl he smashed his lips onto yours again, taking you in for a heated kiss. your teeth were clashing with his, your breathing was hot and heavy, and your tongues were in a battle for dominance. while your mouths fought with one another, both of danielâs hands has made their way to the waistband of your bottoms. hooking his fingers in, he pulled the clothing with determined tugs until the bottom half of your body was bare.
you whined as your sensitive clit made contact with his still clothed erection, making daniel pull back from the kiss. his lips curled into a smirk at the reaction, grinding against you just once. he winked afterwards when you groaned at his teasing, huffing at him.
he told you to just wait as he quickly undone his fly, his trousers falling to pool around his ankles as his boxers joined shortly after. his hands returned to your waist, his touch firm as he pressed you harder into the wall. the cool surface against your back was the opposite of what yout front was feelingâ the strong heat radiating from danielâs body. you couldnât help the way your hips shifted in anticipation, rubbing lightly against daniel.
a low growl escaped daniel as he guided himself to your entrance, teasing your slick folds with the tip of his cock. it was frustrating, having him so close to you, but still so far from what you needed. your breath caught in your throat, a groan escaping you which let daniel know just how desperate you were getting.
as if he read your mind, daniel thrusted into you with one movement, filling you completely. a cry tore from your hips, your head falling back against the wall as the sudden stretch and fullness overwhelmed you.
a deep groan rumbled from danielâs chest, savouring the feeling of being buried inside you. his grip on you tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he began to move. his pace was steady yet relentless, and each thrust was pushing you further into the wall with every motion.
the sound of yours and danielâs laboured breathing filled the room, mingling with the strangled moans and wet slap of skin against skin as danielâs pace increased. his lips made their way to your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin to leave it red and blotchy. however, his 5 oâclock shadow also contributed to that, as it rubbed against the skin through his kisses.
âfuck..â daniel mumbled against your skin, voice thick with lust. âyou feel so good, so tight around me.â his words only spurred you on, your body responding instinctively to the relentless rhythm he set, hips bucking against him as you chased your release.
one of his hands stayed firm on your hip to keep you in place as he fucked you faster, but it didnât stop the other from trailing its way up your front. he gripped your breast tightly, his thumb brushing over the hardened nipple before pushing into it. he felt you clench around him due to his actions, and he continued to play with your peaked nipple, stimulating it for a while before he switched to your other breast to give it the same treatment.
âcome on, sweetheart,â daniel murmured, moving his lips to your ear as he placed a soft kiss on the skin below it. âi can feel how close you are.. let go fâme.â
his words were the final push that you needed, and with one last thrust the tension inside you finally snapped. a high-pitched cry escaped your lips as your orgasm crashed over you. your body was trembling in his arms as you let yourself go, allowing the waves of pleasure to overtake you. daniel wasnât far behind either, his grip on you tightening as he buried himself deep into you one last time, a guttural moan escaping you as he spilled inside you.
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MercyâDraco Malfoy x reader smut
Warnings: 18+ oneshot (1.7k words), barely any plot; just porn, sub!draco
To the person that requested a Draco Malfoy fanfic like 10 days ago: here it finally is
Draco inhales sharply through his teeth as you go over his bleeding wound with a cotton ball. You had told him a thousand times already to not get into a fight again, yet he just wouldnât listen and did so nonetheless.
âC'mon they deserved it, you understand right?â, he tried to justify his actions, to which you shook your head in disapproval.
âYou canât just go around acting like a dick and then expect people to clean up after you all the timeâ, you lecture him, hoping heâll see his wrongdoings.
âWell for now I got you, donât I?â, he smugly retorts, hissing along the way as the cotton ball touches his wound again. What a prick he could be sometimes.
âFor nowâ, you warn him sternly. Draco was well aware heâd have to play nice with you, his close friend who genuinely helped him when he needed it.
You, of course, didn't want to enable Draco, but he did show his gratitude in pleasant ways. Ways such as treating you to stuff in Hogsmeade, helping you with homework, sweet talking you to professors, and so on.
Today's wound landed on his lower torso, something heâd gotten from a guy on the Gryffindor quidditch team, whom he insulted as mudblood. Being a pure blood yourself, you were aware of your guys' hate towards muggles, but you didnât condone it.
Seeing his pained facial expression, pulling all types of grimaces, you say âI know it hurts, but that will only help you to learn your lesson.â
âAnd what lesson is that? That I have to show less mercy next time?â, Draco stupidly grins when failing to acknowledge his fault.
âSure, tough guyâ, you roll your eyes at him.
Now, he was almost all fixed up and you just had to put a large, squared band aid over his cleaned wound.
As you lean in towards his lower torso, you hear a huffed grunt coming from Draco, who is looking a bit thrown.
âWhat is it, did I hurt you?â, you ask him.
Draco wasnât hurt. More so, he was rather feeling something completely opposite.
Innerly, he started replaying the moment in his head of when your tits made the lightest contact with his dick. They had brushed over his groin, when you were leaning in to put the band aid on the wound.
Of course you hadnât noticed, but he certainly couldnât forget. His mind was going through all sorts of dirty, nasty, mental images. That one little touch caused all restraint to fly out the window, and all he could think of was how you would look naked, tits uncovered, bouncing in front of him.
How would fuck your tits and afterwards paint them with his cum. The position you were in also allowed you to give him a perfect blowjob. Draco was sitting on a chair and you knelt in front of him because it was the easiest way for you to treat him.
Surely, you wouldnât have imagined that this position would cause his poor mind to fantasize to such naughty extent.
It became all too much in his head, such a reaction from so little touch. Was he really that horny and desperate? Draco tried to block it out, to not make this weird.
But seeing you like this, having felt you in such a way, simply made you too irresistible.
Draco didnât even know what got into him, but he bent down promptly, grabbed your ponytail and told you exactly what he wanted- no craved right now.
âPlease suck me off right nowâ, he suddenly muttered in your ear, giving you the most troubled look youâve ever seen.
âWhat the fu- what the hell is wrong with you?!â, you exclaim at his words. You couldnât fully believe what you just heard.
Draco pulls back again, letting go of your ponytail in the process. He seemed slightly ashamed, but you could tell he wouldnât let go of this easily. Hell, if he played his cards rightâŠ
He himself couldnât even fully grasp why he wanted this so badly all of a sudden. His mind was definitely fucking with him. But with all the stress he was under- being involved with the Death Eaters, and having no way of venting- all he needed was you right now.
âPlease, just do it?â, he appeared defeated. Youâd never seen him so frantic before.
âLook, I really need this, I need you. Youâll help me with anything, right?â
Needing to come up with a response, you go over all the possibilities in your head. You arrive at a well thought out conclusion seconds later.
âYouâll explain yourself laterâ, you firstly demand from him. You saw that Draco was completely out of his element, but thatâs not why you agreed. Doing this for him would have him at your mercy, maybe you would enjoy holding this over his head later on. Win win, right?
âReady?â, you coo at him before your hand makes contact with the growing bulge in his pants. Draco winces a little, letting out a relieved moan.
From all the pent up frustration, he desperately needed this. While you stroke around his bulge, he already starts jerking his growing length against your palm. Thatâs when you give his cock a warning squeeze.
âThis isnât up to youâ, you talk down to him. Innerly you loved every second of this. Draco going from harsh and brassy to obedient.
Abruptly, he stops moving, so you carry on with palming his cock until itâs visibly hard through his pants. Here and there a little wince escapes his mouth, wanting immediate pleasure instead of tedious teasing.
After enough playing around, you start to unzip his pants with your mouth. You make sure to glance at him while doing it, just to see how crazy it drives him. His stunned reaction was so worth it.
Every second he relished and wished you would just take him in already. When you remove the last layer of clothing, youâre shocked to see how much bigger he is than youâd ever encountered. From your eyes widening and your mouth gaping slightly, he could tell his size turned you on.
His cock was incredibly hard and leaking drops of precum already from all the teasing, practically aching to be sucked and toyed with.
Your tongue licks a long stripe along his shaft first, which evokes a small whimper from Draco. Instantly he shuts himself up, wanting to control himself, but you want to hear more of those delicious sounds.
So, you keep peppering his cock with kitten licks, especially at his leaking tip. No longer able to hold himself back, Draco fully lets himself go and lets out a breathy whimper.
âPlease stop with the teasing alreadyâ, he whines after having already endured that much.
Luckily you are feeling generous, so you slide him into your mouth, his big cock disappearing inch by inch. When it glided fully in, it hit the back of your throat, making you gag.
Draco had to forcefully keep his hands on his thighs, otherwise heâd destroy your throat right now. His cock felt so good in your warm, wet mouth. He was amused, seeing you gag from his length.
Not wanting to back out, you ignore your gag reflex. You keep your tongue flat, and start bobbing your head up and down on his cock. Instantly, you feel the saliva running down from the corners of your mouth.
It was messy and sloppy, and the whimpers coming from Draco were heavenly. While trying your hardest to not gag, you continued sucking and twirling your tongue around him like a lollipop. Of course you made sure that his balls didnât feel left out either. With one free hand you gently massaged them, rolling them in your hand.
Soon enough the stimulation had gotten to Draco. The way you glanced up at him, doe eyed, salivating on cock, awakened some strange feelings in him.
A few more seconds of pure ecstasy, and he started violently bucking his hips, signaling his oncoming orgasm.
More uncontrollable whimpers and curses left his mouth. Finally, you tipped him over the edge when you let his cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly.
His ropes of cum quickly dripped down your throat- shame that you could barely taste it as he was in so deep.
âThat was fucking amazingâ, he sighs at you, completely out of breath.
With his cock still hanging out, even though itâs soft, you have a fun idea. You spit in your mouth, and as Draco watches, he has no idea what youâre up to.
His eyes widen, when he sees your hand move towards his cock again.
He curses loudly, when you start to pump his shaft. It was absolutely too much for him, especially after he just came.
âTell me, did you come?â, you ask Draco in a teasing tone. He didnât answer as he was too focused on the mix of pleasure and pain that was being inflicted on his poor, overused cock.
Completely ignoring the question, you ask it again, yet when there was no answer this time you start pumping him even faster than before. âFUCKâ, Draco yelps out, as he clings onto his chair with both hands.
âEarlier when you came in my mouth, did you ask for permission?â. Of course he didnât, thatâs why you asked.
âNoâ, he whines, looking dazzled. âStop fucking with meâ, he groans, but secretly he enjoyed being messed around with. Maybe thatâs what he needed, someone assertive, yet caring.
The agonizing pain was becoming too overpowering second by second.
âOk, please let me off, Iâll be good next timeâ, he continues whining in his needy tone.
âWho said thereâll be a next timeâ, you coo, âand donât lie, youâre enjoying thisâ. You continue torturing his cock until he finally canât take it anymore, twitching uncontrollably in your hand.
As you keep roughly squeezing and pumping his cock, Draco painfully comes a second time. He throws his head back before looking at you again, meanwhile you seductively licked his cum on your hand. In the end, Draco managed to huff out a hoarse âthank youâ.
After this blissful experience, Draco would be making sure, that there would in fact be a next time.
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congrats on 1k!!! so so happy for you đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
for the song request đ§ could you write a lil fluff piece for lando? song: look after you by the fray <3
Be My Baby | L. Norris
Summary: You and Lando slowly but surely realize that youâre falling in love with each other.
Warnings: none just fluff
pairing: lando x fem!reader
wc: 1.7k
Note: I listened to this song three times and wrote this while listening. I honestly donât know if it relates to the song at all but Iâm satisfied with the plot.
Lando was holding all the bags for you while you shopped, and it was getting hard to hold them all in one hand. But he wantedâno, needed to keep his other hand free so he would be able to hold yours as you walked side by side.
Then, you spotted the next store you wanted to walk into, dropping Landoâs hand and while he followed you, his hand felt a tad too empty.
If I don't say this now, I will surely break
Lately, Lando has been looking at you a little too long for it to be considered anything less than a relationship, but every time he looked away, his heart ached, needing to search for a glimpse of you again.
You were picking out a few clothes, holding it up in front of you as you decided whether or not you wanted to buy it. Turning to Lando to ask for his opinion, you let out a laugh, confusing him.
As I'm leaving the one I want to take
You stepped closer, poking his nose before breaking out into a smile, âoh Lan, do you want me to take any bags?â
You reached for them but he pulled away, shaking his head, âno, Iâm good. Also, donât get that dress.â He commented, nodding his head towards the dress you were currently holding.
âNo? It wouldnât look good on me?â You asked as you held it against your body but he still shook his head. âYou would look good in anything, but it has buttons on the back instead of a zipper and I know how much you hate those.â
Forgive the urgency, but hurry up and wait
You flipped the dress and as he stated, there were buttons instead of a zipper like you thought. Your mouth parted slightly in surprise, at both the facts that Lando not only noticed the buttons before you did, but also knew that you preferred zippers. You had no idea that Lando remembered the small piece of information.
Without another word uttered, you placed the dress back on the rack and continued shopping. If you had said something, it wouldâve been a little more than what is considered friendly.
My heart has started to separate
During the remainder of your shopping spree, Lando tried to keep up with your pace but he fell behind. However he didnât mind because he could look at you as much as he wanted without getting caught.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby
The next time Lando called you, it was way too early in the morning for you. But the words he spoke as soon as you picked up worried you, âI think I might accidentally burn my apartment down if you donât come and help me.â
You noted the time, 8 am, and groaned, âwhy would you burn your house this early? Canât it wait?â
I'll look after you
âAre you coming or do you want to see my body burnt to a crisp?â Laughing, you told him that you would be there in ten minutes.
You reached in nine minutes, knocking incessantly in case Lando did actually fuck something up, but then again it wasnât unusual for him to do so.
As soon as he opened the door, you walked right past him then once you assessed the damageâor well the lack ofâyou turned around to greet him, âwhat did you do?â
There now, steady love, so few come and don't go
âGood morning to you too,â he responded with a sheepish smile on his face. âLando no middle name Norris, you did not ask me to come over for no reason.â
âI do have a reason, but donât act like you wouldnât come over for no reason either.â He walked closer to you, and you shrugged, âfair, I would.â
Will you won't you, be the one I always know?
âCome with me,â he stated, walking towards the kitchen and thatâs where the mess was made. There were an unusual amount of empty pots and pans scattered everywhere.
You raised your eyebrow in amusement then looked at him. âDonât laugh, I wanted spring rolls, but I donât think I can fry them without either burning myself or the apartment.â
You laughed, something you were doing a lot more in his presence. When he looked at you with a stern glare, you slapped your hand over your mouth to contain your giggles.
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
Once you stopped laughing, you had only one question, âwhy do you want to fry spring rolls this early?â
He shrugged, âIâm hungry,â
Shaking your head with a smile on your face, you began decluttering the space so you could work efficiently. Setting the frypan to heat up with oil, you looked at Lando again, noticing that he was already looking at you.
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down
âThe things I do for you, Lan, no one else will put up with this you know?â He hummed, âwhat makes you think I want anyone else but you?â
He watched you cook, surprised at your little to no fear while handling hot oil but he chose not to comment in case it distracts you.
On the other hand, Lando was very much distracted by your choice of clothing. He noticed that you were wearing a black hoodie with his name and driver number on the back. He couldnât look away from it for the remainder of the time your back was facing him. Then, he realized with a stupid smile on his face, that he liked it a lot.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby
Lando was walking you home and your hand was wrapped around his bicep as if it always belonged there. The restaurant was nearby so there no reason to drive, plus that meant you two were able to order some wine with your meal.
Although it wasnât a date, it didnât feel like anything less than one. The only difference was, both of you were in comfortable clothes, nothing too fancy, and it wasnât openly stated that it was a date. But god, did you wish it was.
And I'll look after you
Lando walked on the outer edge of the sidewalk that was closer to the road. The sun had set a few hours ago, letting the moon illuminate the night sky. The time always passed by so quickly whenever you were with Lando.
His presence was so inviting that you never wanted to leave. When you finally admitted the thought instead of ignoring it, you realized how much you didnât want Lando to just be your friend. You wanted so much more.
âWhat are you thinking about?â Lando spoke, interrupting the silence of the night but his voice was like music to your ears. âThe wine,â you lied, knowing that the voices of your inner thoughts could not be said out loud. Not yet.
If ever there was a doubt
âThat good?â He followed up, making you nod, âcould compete with Danielâs,â you responded, feeling his body move as he chuckled before you heard him.
âDonât tell him that, heâs already got too big of a head.â Lando commented about his former teammate although there was no ill intent behind his words. You playfully slapped his arm with your free hand, only because you didnât want to let go of his arm. âAnd what about you Mr. Norris, wouldnât you say youâve got a big ego as well?â
My love she leans into me
âThe only reason Iâve got a big ego is because of you, sweetheart, always complimenting me.â Based on his tone, you knew he was just teasing but you couldnât help but think more of the nickname he gave you. It wasnât the first time he used it, but it definitely stirred feelings in your stomach the more he said it.
âThen my ego should be through the roof with the way you compliment me,â you noted, remembering all the times he said something that would leave you a blushing mess.
âAnd everything I said is true,â He remarked, and only because you didnât want him to see your face which was undoubtedly red, you leaned your head onto his arm. Surely, that was the only reason, you told yourself. You totally didnât want to just soak up all his personal space and make it yours.
This most assuredly counts
Reaching the doorstep to your home, both of you stopped walking but neither made a move to part away. In fact, while you were walking, Landoâs hand covered yours that was resting on his arm.
âI guess the night ends here,â Lando commented once you found the strength to move away from him. You looked towards the door then back at him, âit doesnât have to, you can come in.â
Lando closed his eyes and thought for a moment before shaking his head, âI donât think I should.â
She says most assuredly
Even though you werenât holding his arm anymore, you stepped closer to see if he would move back, but he didnât. âWhy not?â You asked, even though you had an idea of what his answer could be.
âI donât think I would be able to leave.â He looked at you with such intensity that if you werenât slowly becoming accustomed to it, you wouldâve melted into a puddle.
âLando,â you whispered as there wasnât a need to speak any louder with the little distance between you. His hand rested against your cheek, and he tilted his face an inch closer.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, be my baby
âThis could change everything,â he commented, letting you find a reason to back out now. âI know,â you muttered, leaning closer until your lips were barely just brushing together.
âKiss me,â you spoke against his lips and he didnât waste a single moment before closing the distance entirely, claiming you as his and him as yours.
I'll look after you
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A Sudden Elopement
Based on this request.
Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader
Summary: After Reader and Azriel suddenly get married without telling any of the others, the silently watch while every one figures it out for themselves.
Warnings: just fluff.
A. Note: just a short fic because I feel bad for being inactive as of late :c but the good news is, is that Iâll be very active for Eris week!! So keep an eye out for more Vanserra content đ»đ
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My eyes drooped with exhaustion as I attempted to keep my focus on the book I was reading. I was seated between my mate's legs in his lap, leaning back against his chest while he combed his scarred fingers through my hair. I sighed and closed my book, deciding I didn't have enough energy to read another chapter. I tossed it to the side of the bed and shifted lazily, flipping around to meet his hazel eyes gazing down at me.
"How was your book?" He hummed and I mumbled something he couldn't decipher while pulling myself up and stuffing my nose into the crook of his neck.
"That good, huh?" He teased, his arms moving to wrap around my waist.
I nod, tightening my grasp on him, needing him closer, lazily clinging to him like moss to a damp wall, infectious and dependent. But he didn't seem to care, only returned my embrace with the same tenderness "We should get married," He said softly and my eyes widened, now fully awake.
"What?"
"We should get married," He repeated with a casual tone.
"As in, right now?" I tilt my head, raising a brow at him.
"Well," He gave me an incredulous look. "Not right now, eventually, I want to marry you," He reiterated. A soft smile pulls at my lips.
"We've only been dating for a few months," I argue and even in the dim lighting I can see him blush.
"Yes, and we've been best friends for a decade," He argues and my smile widens, I straddle over his hips, sitting up and debating it.
"Don't get me wrong, I'd marry you now if I could, but do you really want to go through the hassle of planning one?" I speak logically but it's as if he only heard the first half of my sentence.
"Let's get married, right now," He grinned wildly and I flushed pink. "We don't have to do the hassle, you hate parties anyway. It can be just us, somewhere far or close I don't care. I just want to marry you," He expressed, intertwining our hands as I debated the irrational and sudden decision.
"Though I love how eager you are, I don't have a dressâ much less, we don't have rings," I explain. "And as rich as you are, your funds are not bottomless," I say but he remains looking at me with the same loving look.
"Tell me exactly how you want to do it, and that's how it'll be done," He prompts and lets go of my hands, favoring placing them on my waist as I leaned down on my elbow, propped up against his chest.
"Well, it being just us doesn't sound too bad," I say, tracing shapes on his bicep with my free hand. "And I'd want to have a pretty gown, and I'd want to have our ceremony somewhere beautiful." I flick my eyes up to meet his unfaltering gaze. "And rings, I want everyone to know we belong to each other," I add quickly and his smile grows.
"Anything else?" He tilts his head but I shake mine, cupping his face and leaning down, kissing his lips softly. "I think, I just want to be your wife," I finalized and that seemed to have pleased him because the next thing I know he's flipping me over and kissing down my neck. And despite my exhaustion, I knew sleep wouldn't come until dawn.
âââââ
"So, how was your trip?" Feyre said excitedly, settling into the barstool beside me.
Azriel and I had gotten back after a month's vacation only a day ago, but everyone was eager to catch up. So we landed ourselves at Rita's, a local bar beloved by the citizens of Velaris. "As romantic as it sounds," I say with a soft blush, propping my head into my hands.
"Gods, I wish Rhys would take me on a surprise trip like that," She sighed dramatically and my smile grew. We hadn't told anyone why we actually went, that our trip was more of a honeymoon, less of a vacation.
"I know," I turned back in my stool to look at my husband who was surrounded by his two brothers. "It's all still such a daze," I smile dreamily, looking back to my friend who was frozen in her seat, staring directly at the cut sapphire on my fourth finger.
"Are you engaged?!" She practically shouted and I giggled, shaking my head.
"Az and I decided to get married while we were gone," I shrug as if it was a casual thing. I didn't want it to be a big deal, because it wasn't really, we were the last of the group to tie the knot.
She just stares at me, slowly, she shifts her head back to the three males at the other end of the room, right at that chain around Azriel's neck, a silver ring hanging from it. He couldnât wear rings because of his scars, but he still wanted to have that physical element of our marriage, as if to display how taken he was.
She nearly fell out of her chair at the realization, then tackled me into a hug, holding me tight as I giggled at her antics. "My gods, congratulations, I would have been sending gifts all week!" Feyre claimed and I shook my head at her nonsense while she pulled away.
"It's not a big deal Fey, if they haven't figured it out yetâ you're the only one who knows," I smile broadly, looking back at Azriel, who happened to already be staring at me.
I brought my hand up, gesturing to the ring on my finger, then to his brothers. Silently asking if they notched yet. Azriel shook his head with a mischievous smile and I turned back to Feyre with a smirk. "I can't believe you guys didn't tell us," She huffed as if she'd failed me as a friend.
"As much as I would've loved for you to be there, it was hilarious watching how clueless you all were," I claim and she gives me a sidelong glare.
"Oh cmon," I lean over in my stool and bump her shoulder with mine. "Now you can be in on it. Who do you think is going to be last to figure it out?" I ask, gesturing to the group behind us who were all mingling with Azriel.
Feyre turned to look, the three-winged Illyrians all chatting with Morrigan, Nesta, Lucien, and Elain all accompanying them. "Cassian," She bets and I smirk, narrowing my eyes on the group.
"I think Rhys," I say, crossing my arms over my chest. Feyre cracks a smile. "Whoever's right pays the tab," She says, slipping out of her barstool and I nod, agreeing to the challenge even though I knew damn well Rhys would be covering the tab regardless.
We saunter over to the group, wicked smiles on our faces. Feyre goes to Rhys, intertwining their hands while I come to stand between Cassian and Azriel, my husband putting his arm around my shoulders. "What's that look for?" Azriel asked me, noticing the mischievous glint in my eyes.
"Feyre and I have a bet going, and that's all you need to know," I shrug and he arches a dark brow but doesn't say anything more while silky shadows swirl up my calves as if they were trying to beckon more information out of me but I didn't budge, just leaned into his side and watched Feyre as she tried her hardest to get her mate to realize the wings on me and Azriel's fingers, eager to win our bet.
It took much longer than I thought it would for them to realize. Lucien and Elain had spotted it that night, pulling me to the side to ask about it. Morrigan and Nesta had done the same one night later, interrogating me and Azriel as if we'd committed a crime, they seemed to think not telling them was against some friendship code.
But Rhys and Cassian hadn't noticed that night, or the next, or the next. It wasn't until I was training with Cassian and punched him square in the jaw that he caught sight of the ring on my finger. He brought his fingers to his cheek, wincing as he saw blood when pulling his hand away.
I cringed. "Sorry, I forgot to take my ring off," I murmured shamefully, taking the sapphire off my fourth finger. He paused, staring at me curiously, with no malice in his eyes despite the fact that I just drew blood.
"Where did you get that?" He tilted his head. I froze. Would it be considered cheating me and Feyreâs bet if I told him Az gave it to me?
"I'll give you one guess," I sent him a wink and his brows shot up.
"No way," He whispered. "He proposed?" His arms went out wide and shock. I fought back a laugh. "Well, yes, but we got married already, when we took that month off to go to the Summer Court? That was our honeymoon," I shrug and his eyes nearly bulge from their sockets.
"He didn't tell me!?" Cassian exclaimed as if he was the one to be married.
"We didn't tell anyone, everyone else already figured it out." I chuckled and his eye twitched. "Rhys doesn't know, me and Fey had a bet going to see how long it'd take," I shrug. "Turns out longer than expected." I hummed and he scowled.
"Well, you think you know someone," He huffs pathetically and I laugh.
"It's not like that Cass," I roll my eyes while walking over to my water and placing my wedding ring down beside it. If he was actually upset I don't know what I'd do, and I found myself thanking the gods when he cracked a smile, unable to keep the facade up for too long.
"Me and Az are going to have a long talk about this," He warned and I chuckled, getting back into my fighting stance on the mats.
"All I ask is that you return my husband in one piece," I say, smiling at the sound of calling Azriel my husband.
"Fine, but only if I get to be the one to tell Rhys he lost the bet." He hummed, getting into his own stance.
I grinned wildly, Feyre was going to rage. "Deal."
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happy birthday master â jjk one shot
happy birthday to our golden boy!!! đ„șđ«¶đ»
pairing: boyfriend!jk x fem!reader
warnings: lower case intended, maid cosplay (role-play?), making out, oral (male receiving), praising, hair pulling, spanking, clit play, unprotected sex, use of 'master" , bigdick!jk
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you love jungkook more than anything.
and you'd go to the ends of the earth just to see him happy.
itâs his birthday today, and heâll be home in just a few minutes. he had to go to his office for some work, which, to your relief, ended up taking him a few hours. that extra time was a blessing because it gave you the chance to get everything ready.
you want this to be perfect for him.
after all, he deserves nothing less on his special day.
that is why you bought a cute maid cosplay as a surprise for him!!
youâre a bit nervous about it, unsure if heâll like it, but you remember the way his eyes lit up when he once mentioned maid cosplays... and just cosplays in general.
jungkook is always so generous with you. he gets you everything you want, often before you even have the chance to ask. and when it's your birthday, he makes sure it's an unforgettable experience, with grand celebrations that leave you in awe.
what you're doing right now might not compare to the extravagant surprises he plans for you, but youâre determined to make this the best birthday heâs ever had.
anything to see that smile on your boyfriendâs face, right?
youâre hiding behind the couch, dressed in your maid outfit, your heart racing with excitement.
your outfit is adorableâthe skirt is mid-thigh length, and you notice how it rides up slightly, teasing just a hint of your ass.
the fabric hugging you just right, with a little bow on your chest that really completes the look.
you look like a birthday present (at least, you hope so!)
youâre excited, maybe a little nervous too
youâve planned this surprise down to the last detail, and all you can do now is hope heâll love it.
when he switches the lights on, youâre going to jump out like a bunny, and in that moment, youâll find out if all this effort was worth it.
then, you hear the sound of the door unlocking. your heart skips a beat as you quickly get into position, ready to do your little jump.
âbaby? you planning to scare me or something?â you hear him call out as he walks in, the sound of his keys jingling and you don't miss the slight teasing tone in his voice.
your heart is pounding in your chest as you quickly adjust your outfit, trying to steady your nerves.
the lights flick on, and you take a deep breath, jumping right into character.
âwelcome home, m-master,â you stammer slightly, a blush creeping onto your cheeks as you see him standing there, his eyes wide with surprise. you almost laugh when you notice him nearly dropping the wine bottle in his hand.
âbaby...â he slowly looks you up and down.
you catch the faintest hint of a curse under his breath, and it makes you smile, relieved to see that heâs clearly impressed.
âhappy birthday,â you say softly as you walk over to him
âhuhâoh, right, itâs my birthday, yeah wow.. fuckâ he struggles to find his words, too distracted by your appearance. you chuckle, taking the bottle from him and placing it on the table with the cake and decorations.
his eyes never leave your body, tracing every curve and detail
âwhat do you think, master?â you ask, biting your lip as you look up at him.
âmaster?â he echoes, a smirk slowly spreading across his face as he meets your gaze.
âi am your maid for today, gonna serve you goodâ you reply, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt, âdo you not like it, master?â
âlike? baby, i fucking love it!â he says, pulling you close, his arms wrapping around your waist.
âyou look so fucking pretty,â his hands slowly drift down, cupping your ass in his palms. you gasp softly, and he grins with satisfaction before leaning in to kiss your neck. âso beautiful,â
you let him grab and squeeze your ass gently, feeling his touch grow more intense. then, he captures your lips in a kiss.
âare you really gonna serve your master, baby?â he whispers against your lips.
âyes,â you breathe out, and he squeezes your
ass harder.
he kisses you again, this time more passionately. his tongue slips into your mouth, making you let out a soft moan. his hands make their way to your hips, giving them a soft squeeze.
after what feels like two minutes, you gently push him back. he looks at you, a little confused.
âyou have to at least take one bite of that cake before we do anything else,â you say pointing at the cake.
âoh i'm definitely gonna take a bite,â he says as his hand lands a playful spank on your ass, making you yelp.
you quickly light the candle, the tiny flame flickering. as you finish, he pulls you closer to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist.
âbirthday wish?â you ask, tilting your head to look up at him, a soft smile on your lips.
he gazes down at you, his eyes softening, "i have you; what more could i want baby?" he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your face.
with a content sigh, he leans forward and blows out the candle. you carefully slice a piece of the cake, and then lift the piece to his lips. he takes a bite, savoring the taste, his eyes never leaving yours.
âdelicious,â he says and you smile, pleased that he's enjoying the cake you made.
as you set the rest of the cake down, you notice a bit of cream on your fingers.
you smirk to yourself before you bring your fingers to your mouth, making sure he's watching every move. you slowly and deliberately suck the cream off your fingers, your tongue swirling around each finger, savoring the sweetness, while your eyes lock with his.
he kisses you immediately, his hands cupping your face, your tongues moving together as soft hums escape both of you. the kiss is urgent, yet passionate.
his breath catches, eyes darkening as he watches you.âfuck,â he breathes out, the word barely audible.
you start unbuttoning his shirt, your fingers fumbling slightly in your eagerness. he helps you take it off with one hand while his other hand grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you closer, leaving no space between you as he deepens the kiss.
after a few heated minutes, he pulls back, his breath unsteady. âI'm your master for tonight, yeah baby?â
you nod quickly, your heart racing.
âgonna be a good girl for me, hm?â
âyes master,â you drop to your knees before him.
âmmph-fuck, yes baby, you're doing so good,â he groans, his voice thick with pleasure as you gag and drool on his cock. his breathing becomes ragged, each gasp echoing in the room as you take him deeper.
âyou look so cute sucking my cock like that,â he murmurs, his hand gripping your hair as he watches you. the sight of your lips wrapped around him, the way your tongue swirls and your eyes water drives him wild. he groans, the sound low and deep, vibrating through his chest as he feels the warmth of your mouth engulfing him.
âfuck... get up, baby,â he orders, his voice filled with urgency. he moves his hand from your hair, helping you to your feet. he turns you around, guiding you into position.
"bend over for me, yeah?" he whispers, his tone commanding yet filled with affection. he pushes you gently down, and your hands grip the couch.
his hand travels down to your ass, giving it a sharp slap that makes you gasp. the sting makes you bite your lip, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through you.
he doesn't stop there.
he continues delivering several more spanks, each one making you whimper and wriggle.
âyou like that, baby?â he asks as he massages your now reddened ass, soothing the burn with soft, circular motions.
âmmfh... master, want you in me,â you whimper
he pulls your panties down in one swift motion, exposing your wetness to him. one hand stays on your hip holding you steady, while the other trails down to your clit. he moves his fingers slowly, rubbing them in teasing circles that make your legs weak. your moans grow louder, and your hips move involuntarily as he continues playing with your clit.
âwill you let me cum inside you, baby?â he asks, his voice strained as his fingers continue their assault on your clit.
âyes... yes, please,â you moan out
he slaps your ass once more, the sound sharp and loud. âyes what?â
âyes, m-master,â
a satisfied smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth as he positions himself at your entrance. he teases you for a moment, rubbing the tip of his cock against your wetness before slowly pushing inside.
it feels so fucking good.
your walls stretching as his cock fills you completely.
he feels so fucking good.
âf-fuck master, so big!!â your grip on the couch tightens as you moan loudly. the feeling of his big cock inside you is almost too much, the pleasure so intense
âso tight, so good for me,â he grunts, his thrusts becoming faster, more forceful. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.
âsuch a perfect pussy,â
his hand stays on your hip, holding you in place as the other reaches up to your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling your head back slightly. the added pressure makes you cry out, your body arching as he pounds into you relentlessly.
âso good... so fucking good,â he groans,
you can feel the heat building inside you, your body trembling. âmaster, i-i'm close,â you whimper, your voice shaky
âcum for me baby,â he growls, both of his hands moving to your hips to hold you as his thrusts become more urgent.
your body tensing before you cry out his name, your orgasm crashing over you. your walls tighten around him, pulsing as you moan, lost in the pleasure.
âfuck, baby, i'm gonna-" he gasps, his thrusts quickening before he drives into you one last time.
he cums hard, his grip on you tightening as he finds his release, filling you with warmth. for a moment, you both stay still, breathing heavily. slowly, he pulls out, a soft groan escaping his lips.
he then pulls you into his arms
âi love you so fucking much baby," he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "you're perfect.â
âhappy birthday, masterâ you let out a tired chuckle and so does he
âbest birthday everâ
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