#AND I JUST HAVE TO KEEP IT ALL LOCKED UP INSIDE ME THERE IS NO OTHER OPTION NO FUCING OPTIONS NO CHOICES NOTHING

[moody-alcoholic]

CW: stalking behaviour, over protective 141, fluff.

“See her coming out now.” Ghost says over the radio.  

“Afirm.” Soap’s voice comes back almost instantly. Ghost watches as you stumble over the pavement, pulling your jacket over your shoulders. It’s almost 3am, and most clubs are closing. The friend you came out with left an hour ago. Now you’re alone, drunk, swaying through the streets of London on a busy Saturday night. 

“Watch your distance Soap, no need to spook her.” Price says.

“Copy.” Soap says as he weaves his way through the crowd of clubbers spilling out of the various nightclubs and bars. He keeps his head low, making sure to keep a safe distance from you. They’re not going to lose sight of you though. That’s what Ghost is for. 

He slips between the crowds on the other side of the street, slipping into the shadows every opportunity he gets. 

“She’ll take the next right. Don’t lose her.” Price says as you pick up your pace slightly. He’ll be driving to the next location, ready to pick you up at a moment's notice. You pull your phone out, typing while you struggle to keep your balance. Ghost lost track of how many drinks you had. 

It was a celebration after all, your friend getting a big promotion, she took you to one of the fanciest bars in the city. Even though she left early you still seemed to be having fun, helping yourself to another drink before finally deciding to call it a night. 

The streets off the main road are darker, quieter. Less room for error.

Suddenly you make a sharp turn, almost throwing your body down a dark alleyway. Ghost’s lost visual, he speeds up his strides, he has no idea if the alley is a dead end or not. 

“Soap, don’t lose her.” Ghost orders panic building in his chest. There’s no reply, now Ghost can’t even see Soap. “Soap, confirm visual on the target.” 

Ghost jogs to the next street over, nothing but shuttered buildings and the odd person heading home. 

“Stand-by.” The seconds feel like they’re ticking on for hours. “Eyes on target, she’s-” 

The line goes silent. 

“She’s just throwing up, seems like she’s had a few too many.” Soap says. Ghost can almost hear the collective sigh as he slips back into the darkness waiting for you to emerge from the alley. When you do you seem even more unsteady on your feet. 

“Keep it tight, she’s got another main strip to cross.” Price says. He’ll be moving on already. The amount of times you’ve walked this route. The amount of times they’ve practiced this route, it’s almost like a rehearsed play they could do in their sleep. 

You move on weaving through the growing crowds of the next cluster of clubs. They seem busier than the last. You work through them quickly, Soap keeping his distance, pushing through people without a care. He has one motive, one mission; never lose sight of you. 

As you make it to the quieter end of the street a group of lads cat-call you. You brush it off waving at them as you skip over to the next turn. Almost home. 

“ETA 10 minutes.” Ghost says hugging the shadows on the opposite side of the street. 

“Copy,” Price says, he will be in his final position. For the next few minutes the walk goes smoothly, you’re almost home, almost safe. 

“Got a guy on her six, just overtook me.” Soap says. Ghost’s eyes flick over in an instant. 

“I see.” Ghost says, watching as the man’s pace slows. “Hang back Soap. I got eyes.” 

Ghost doesn’t even hear a reply, his eyes digging into the man now following a few steps behind you. You seem to notice too, quickly taking a peak over your shoulder, pulling your jacket around you tighter. You’re almost there, almost home. 

“Want me to grab him?” Soap asks. As he says it you pick up your speed, your body straightens up. 

“Negative.” 

You turn into the front garden of the house, shutting the gate behind you. The hairs rise on the back of your neck as you fumble with the key pressing it into the lock and opening the door. The feeling of being followed suddenly fades as you make it inside, locking the door behind you. 

“Hey, welcome home.” Kyle says, sticking his head out the kitchen. You smile walking over to him and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“It’s late, you didn’t have to wait up.” you say pressing your lips on his. He kisses you back, his hands gripping your waist. 

“Needed to make sure you got home safe.” You hear John say. You break from the kiss looking over at him sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of tea in front of him. You walk over wrapping your arms around him from behind squeezing him. 

The smell of tea fills your nose and makes you thirsty. 

“Cuppa? Or bed?” Kyle asks, walking over, placing his hand on the small of your back. You hum looking round the kitchen.

“Where’s Johnny and Simon?” You ask. 

“Sleeping, they’re not used to staying up as late as you are.” John chuckles. You smile looking up at Kyle.

“Bed.” You say. He smiles back at you kissing the top of your head. 

“C’mon, I’ll give you a hand.” Kyle says pulling on your waist turning you to the stairs. John hears you giggling as you stumble up the steps to the first floor. A few seconds later the back door slowly opens, Johnny and Simon slipping in. John raises an eyebrow, quickly checking behind him to make sure you’re definitely gone. 

“You better hurry up, I’m pretty sure she’s looking to climb into your bed tonight.” John says as Simon and Johnny look at eachother. Johnny's smiles, taking his coat off and leaving his radio on the kitchen island. 

“Get some rest cap, you look exhausted.” Johnny says, patting him on the shoulder as he passes him. John sighs looking up at Simon. 

“Another successful night.” John says as Simon puts his radio down. 

“Always.” Simon smiles.

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[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (47/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Charles favorite dessert is definitely not tiramisu - not when he has you spread out on his bed.

Warnings: 18+ (fingering, choking, cunnilingus, slight anal play and overstimulation, possessiveness, praise, squirting, mentions of masturbation and sex), it's just cute and fluffy and you deserve it

Word Count: 3.4k

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A/N: kisses go out to you. and Merry Christmas in advance! let this be my gift to you. feedback is appreciated!

Strong arms curl around your thighs as you lift your hips involuntarily, keeping you right where you should be – against Charles lips. 

His tongue flicks against your clit, rolling it from side to side while you moan shamelessly. 

„Oh my god“, you whine, back arching off the bed as his lips close around your bundle of nerves and suck gently while his hands, that threw your legs over his shoulders a second ago, lay flat on your stomach, pushing you back down onto the bed.

Your legs wrap around his head, trapping him between your thighs and probably suffocating him, but the moan that escapes Charles throat is deep and raspy as he relishes the taste of you on his tongue, shutting down every concern you have. Your hands fist the sheets you’re laying on, when one of his big hands grab one of yours, guiding them to his head between your legs.

„Pull on my hair, mon amour“, he breathes against your cunt, sending shivers down your spine. Your fingertips bury themselves in his locks, digging into his scalp gently as he continues to eat you like a man starved, tongue gliding along your wetness. When he slides it into you, your fingers grab fistfuls of his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. „Just like that. Doing so good for me.“

His praise has you reeling, mind fuzzy and skin on fire while he laps at your pussy, saliva and wetness covering half of his face and your inner thighs, but you couldn’t care less. The only thing you care about is the man right in front of you and the pleasure he gives you. 

His other hand searches for yours and intertwines your fingers when he finds it and holding it tight like he’s afraid to ever let you go. Your nails probably leave cresent marks on his skin, but he just holds tighter onto you. 

Charles pushes his tongue inside you and withdraws it at an almost torturing pace, slowly and deliciously while the tip of his nose bumps against your clit, sending shocks of electricity through your veins. His groans vibrate against your heated skin, pulling moan after moan from your mouth. 

„Please, Charles“, you whine.

„Tell me what you need.“ His voice is deep and laced with passion, making your skin prickle as he whispers against your soft thighs.

You exhale slowly, brows furrowed. „I – just – more, please.“

 „More?“, he asks, making sure he heard you correctly. When you nod eagerly, you can practically hear the smile on his face as he continues. „More of what, exactly?“ Heat rises to your face when he asks you what you need. You tilt your head to the side slightly, but he’s not having it. His hand reaches up and gently grabs your chin, forcing you to face him again. „Don’t shy away, mon amour. It’s just me“, he reassures you softly, lifting his head a bit to smile at you. His stubbled chin glistens with your juices, so do his lips. „Tell me what you need.“

His pupils are so blown that you almost can’t see the beautiful green in them, but his eyes still hold the softness and kindness in them that you know and love. 

You swallow. „Your – your fingers, please“, you answer hesitantly, watching his reaction to your pleading. But all you can see is a lazy smile tugging on his lips before he runs his tongue along the seam of them and eyes flickering seductively. 

„See? Was that so hard?“, he breathes and the hand holding your chin slowly slides down your body, caressing your skin before resting an inch above your pussy. His thumb darts out and slightly grazing your clit a few times, making your legs jolt. His eyes catch your desperate look. „I got you, mon amour. Spread your legs a bit, will you?“

You do as he says, your legs sliding from his shoulders back onto the bed while he positions himself a bit differently. He leans onto his elbow and tilting his head forward and before you know it, he gathers spit in his mouth and lets it drop onto your pussy. Your body heats up at the lewd action and you can’t tear your gaze away from him as his thumb that was on your bundle of nerves a minute ago, spreads it over your lips. 

„God“, he growles as he runs his fingers along your slit before gently slipping two of them between your folds, circling your hole. He looks up at you, a slow smile on his handsome face, cheeks blushing. „I love how your body responds to my touch.“ He slides his fingers back to the place where they belong, immediately hitting that sweet spot inside you that has you taking a sharp breath. 

You melt at the pleasure he’s giving you, eyes rolling back as his fingers plunge into you repeatedly. Your fingers find his hair again, tugging on his strands absentmindedly, but he seems to get the clue, lowering his head and flicking his tongue over your clit with determined precision. 

A loud moan rips through your throat. „Fuck, Charles“, you cry out, body buzzing as his lips close around your nub again, sucking carefully but messily. He laps at your pussy while his fingers work inside of you, coaxing moan after moan from you as you thrash on the bed. Charles other hand presses onto your front, trying to keep you still as he devours you. His fingers spread over your breast, squeezing softly before rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

„My good girl“, he purrs between your legs as you move your hips against his lips and fingers. „That’s good. Use my face, mon amour. I’m yours to use.“

His hand slides up your body, finding its home on your neck where he squeezes again, slightly and almost unnoticable. Without hesitation you place your hand on his, curling around it to create more pressure on your throat and when his fingers start tightening around your neck, you whine. Blood rushes to your ears, fire igniting in your abdomen as he brings you closer to the edge. 

You feel him everywhere.

Your legs are shaking with tension as he curls his fingers inside you and his tongue flicks your clit and suddenly it’s all too much. 

„Oh my god oh my god oh my god“, you cry out as your body convulses, thighs cramping shut and trapping Charles between them while he guides you through your orgasm. You dissolve into pleasure, back arching off the bed while his hand on your throat tries to keep you in place, heat rippling through your veins as you clench around his fingers. 

But he still doesn’t stop. 

„Come on“, he rasps, still hitting that sweet spot inside you and lips sucking on your clit like his life depends on it. „One more. Please, baby. I know you got one more in you.“ He softly bites your inner thigh before gently pulling his fingers away from your cunt, but only to press his tongue back into you, coating himself in your wetness while his fingers hold your lips open for him to feed on everything you offer him. 

His teeth graze your clit, tongue continuing its assault on your used pussy as you shake from your high, but another wave of pleasure already builds inside you. You clench around his tongue, signaling him that you’re close again. He quickly pushes two fingers into you and starts sucking hard on your clit. Your mind is blank, empty while your skin is on fire, hands tangling in his hair and pulling his face impossibly closer. 

„Please, Charles“, you whine, not really knowing what you’re asking for. His fingers? His tongue? His cock? 

„I know, baby, I know. I’m right here. You’ve done so well, mon amour“, he praises you and kisses your clit chastely before flicking it with his tongue once more. His fingers curl perfectly inside you, rubbing heatedly against your sweet spot. „Look at me, mon amour. Look at me when you come for me.“

You look at him and the view makes you lose all your senses. His mouth is latched onto your pussy, sucking and devouring you like you’re his favorite meal. Your leg is thrown over his shoulder, his beard rubbing deliciously against your inner thigh and clit and you can faintly see the bite he left on your skin. His gaze meets yours and he slowly lifts his mouth, chin and lips glistening with your juices.

„My perfect girl“, he whispers. „All mine.“ With his eyes fixated on yours, he lowers his face back down, diving into you while his fingers keep thrusting in and out, hitting all the right spots as his tongue licks at your clit, his possessiveness pushing you over the edge. 

He keeps going, lapping at your pussy and fucking you with his fingers until you see stars, your moans filling the room. You’re drowning in pleasure, your body tensing up while your legs start shaking from overstimulation, but your hands press his face even more into your cunt, needing him closer, needing more. 

Charles looks up at you and gently nips at your clit, something that shouldn’t have you this reeling and clenching around his fingers. Your pussy gushes your juices over his mouth and fingers, wetting his face and the sheets beneath the both of you. You move your hips against his face absentmindedly, his hand on your throat squeezing one last time before grabbing the flesh of your hip to hold you close to him. 

When your body goes limb in his hold, he gently pulls his fingers out, carefully caressing your lips before delving his tongue once more into you. Slowly and gently he laps up your juices, catching your sweetness with his tongue. It’s lazy and sensually, not out to pull another orgasm out of you, but to cherish and worship all that you are. His tongue slides a bit lower, down your hole and gently circles your other hole before flattening his tongue over it and licking from bottom to top.

You lay your head on the pillow, closing your eyes as Charles softly brings you back to your senses, his lips ghosting over your heated skin, pressing featherlight kisses over your hips, stomach and collarbone as he pushes his body up the bed. He looks down at you, eyes back to their beautiful green. 

„Open up.“

You do as he says, sticking your tongue out for him. His eyes are locked with yours as he carefully spits his saliva mixed with your juices out, letting it drop onto your tongue. You swallow without breaking eye contact. 

„Good girl“, he smiles once more before leaning down and kissing your cheek. He gets up from the bed and leaves the room, leaving you lying on the bed naked. 

„Charles?“, you call out after him, pulling the sheets up your body to cover you up a bit, the cold air of the room sending shivers down your spine. 

„One moment“, he shouts back and you can hear faint russling and some slight buzzing from somewhere in the apartment before he reenters his bedroom. He sits down on the edge oft he bed beside you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. „Go and hop in the shower, mon amour while I change the sheets“, he smiles. „I put some fresh clothes in the dryer for when you’re done.“

You feel heat creeping into your cheeks. „That’s very sweet of you.“

He slowly drags you off the bed. „Only the best for my girl“, he says, pulling you onto your feet. He watches you wrap your arms around yourself, covering your chest and crossing your legs. Charles furrows his eyebrows. „No, none of that“, he scolds you lovingly, curling his fingers around your wrists to open your arms again, baring your body to him once more. „You’re absolutely devine. Astonishingly beautiful.“ He smiles down at you and kisses your cheek. „And it’s not like I haven’t already seen your body. So please“, he breathes against your face, lips wandering down to your neck, ghosting a kiss over your pulse. „Don’t ever hide your body from me.“

His hand finds your again and he leads you to the bathroom, bare feet on the hardwoof floors. The shower is already running and the room is filled with steam that immediately raises goosebumps on your skin. There’s a fresh fuzzy towel on the sink, waiting to be used. 

He kisses your forehead and opens the shower for you to step in. „Just call for me when you’re done“, he smiles. „I’ll bring you your clothes then.“

You return his smile. „Thank you, Charles.“

He leaves you be and while he changes the sheets of the bed, switching them with fresh ones that don’t have your juices all over them, you clean your body in the shower, lathering up Charles shower gel with a sponge before rubbing your sore muscles and letting the hot water wash your spent down the drain. 

Once you’re done you turn the water off and dry yourself with the fresh towel he laid out for you and call out for him. Not even twenty seconds later he stands in the doorway to the bathroom, a fresh shirt and a pair of his boxer briefs in his hands. 

You raise your eyebrow. „You do know I have my own underwear, right?“ You take the pieces of clothing from him. They’re warm from the dryer. 

„I know“, he grins. „But we’ll be seperated the next few days, so I need a few new images of you in my head“, he says nonchalantly as he watches you slip into his clothes.

„What do you need those images for?“, you ask him innocently, pulling his boxers up your legs and over your butt, before looking back at him. 

His eyes are fixated on the seam of his briefs at the front, right over where your pussy is, and he swallows thickly. You watch him as his hands fixes the buldge in his pants. „In case I miss you, you know?“, he breathes. „And in case I miss you so much that I need to fuck my hand.“ He catches your gaze on him and straightens his back, smiling at you. „Let’s go to bed, mon amour. I need to pack my bags in the morning before Andrea comes to pick me up.“

He grabs your hand again and leads you back into his bedroom, fresh sheets spread out and looking more comfortable than the ones before. Charles guides you to your side of the bed and lifts the covers, letting you climb into bed before tucking you in. He quickly shugs his shirt and pants off before turning the light off and slips into bed beside you. Now only the moon illuminates the room. 

You catch a glimpse of his clothed boner, blood rushing into your face. „Do – do you need help with that?“, you ask shyly, even though you have no reason to be embarrassed in front of him. 

„Huh?“, he asks and follows your line of sight down to his erection, cheeks flushed and a smile on his face. „I’m fine, mon amour“, he replies and grabs your hand, tugging you into his side and wrapping his arm around you, your head on his bare chest. 

„I’d be glad to help, you know?“, you try further, wanting him more than ever. „I mean – after – you know.“

He chuckles into the crown of your head and kisses your forehead once. „Thank you, really. But I swear I’m fine. And I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for“, he tells you, his fingers slipping beneath your shirt and gently caressing your side. 

You look up at him. „But I want to make you feel good.“

„You already do“, he says softly and lifts his other hand to let it rest on your cheek. His thumb grazes your jaw before running over your bottom lip. „You’re my favorite person, you know that?“

Your smile widens. „You might have said it before, yes.“

„Good.“ He mirrors your smile, kissing your nose and running his fingers through your hair, lazily massaging your scalp. You hum contently, enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours. „I’m going to miss you terribly“, he confesses in the dark of the room.

„I’m going to miss you, too.“ You turn your head a bit to press a kiss to his bare chest. „You said you’ll be back on New Years Eve?“

Charles nods slowly, holding you tighter like he’s afraid to let you go. „Sadly, yes. And during the training camp there aren’t that much possibilities to talk to each other. Andrea is very strict when it comes to training and diet“, he explains. 

„So, no FaceTime?“ You trace patterns on his stomach with your finger, raising goosebumps in it’s wake. 

„What? You think you’re gonna forget my face when we don’t see each other for a few days?“, he chuckles. 

You giggle. „No. But you said you needed images of me in case you – you know.“

Charles lays his finger underneath your chin, tilting your face up to look at him in the moonlight. „Mon amour, are you saying you’d want to FaceTime to get me off? Like – FaceTime sex?“

Heat spreads through your veins at the thought of watching him, cock in his hand as he strokes himself, moaning your name. Him telling you how to touch yourself and you showing him while he touches himself to the view of you. You picture him on the bed, legs spread and completely naked, thumb sliding over the tip of his dick to spread his pre-cum to use it as lube while you dip your fingers inside your wet pussy. 

You involuntarily let out a quiet moan as you imagine it, immediately shutting your mouth as you realize that you made a sound. 

Charles laughs, his chest under your head shaking. „Don’t tell me you thought about it.“

„I didn’t“, you lie badly, swatting his chest lightly and hiding your face in his neck, lips brushing against the soft skin under his jaw. 

„Oh, mon amour“, he breathes and stretches his arm out to grab your thigh and pull it over his hips, tugging you half on top of him. „I’d rather have you in my bed than on FaceTime. No video call or phone call could ever satisfy me the way your touch does“, he confesses, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh. They slide up towards your butt, slipping underneath the seam of his boxers you’re wearing, before grabbing a handfull of your flesh. „And I really, really don’t want to let a single drop of cum go to waste. Mine and yours.“ His fingers glide between your cheeks, gently grazing your holes as you whine against his neck. From want or need or overstimulation – you don’t know and you definitely don’t care. 

„Charles“, you moan softly, teeth lightly nibbling on his neck, knowing that this is what gets him going. You feel his cock harden underneath your thigh and when you move your leg out of the way to wrap your hand around his clothed dick, he immediately curls his free hand around your wrist. 

„Nuh-uh, mon amour.“ He dips his fingers into your heat before pulling it out fully and resting his hand back on your side. „You need to sleep and I need to get up early.“ He looks down at you and chuckles darkly, gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips. „Don’t pout, baby. There’s enough time for this when I’m back.“

You take a deep breath, cuddling even more into his side, defeated and knowing that this is the closest you can get to him tonight. „Just – please call me if you can, alright? I don’t think I could go days without hearing your voice.“

„I will“, he promises and kisses your forehead once again, before continuing to run his hand through your hair. „I’ll message and call you whenever I can. I don’t think I could go days without hearing your voice either“, he admits. „It’s like you’re burned into my skin, engraved into my soul.“

His hand searches for yours, lifting it to his lips and he kisses your knuckles before squeezing it twice.

„We’ll be okay. Whatever happens“, he breathes. „Nothing could ever come between us. And those few days? They’re just a fraction of the life we’ll cherish together.“

[sarahscribbles]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟗𝟕𝟒

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Both hands slam onto the wooden headboard with such force that the entire bed frame seems to shake, and through half lidded eyes you watch your knuckles change colour against the wood. It isn’t the first time you’ve assaulted the bed frame this evening, and with the way Loki’s tongue is skillfully sliding through your cunt while you straddle his face, it won’t be the last. 

His quiet hum of satisfaction floats up from between your thighs, and the soft vibrations are enough to have you flutter wildly around him. You chance a glimpse down at the god who’s been lying between your legs for the past half hour, moaning softly at the gloriously debauched sight that meets your eyes. 

Loki is lying contentedly among the pile of pillows on your bed, ink black curls fanned out around him and a pretty pink blush staining his cheeks while he pleasures you. Elegant fingers are curled tightly around your thighs to hold you in place, gripping you so tightly that you anticipate a tiny line of bruises will form by the morning. 

He’s a work of art, really. 

“You are fucking gorgeous.” You can’t help but praise him, because there’s no sight on Earth comparable to Loki’s head between your legs. His answering deep hum sends a sharp ripple of pleasure twisting through your core, pulling a satisfied groan from your parted lips in its wake.  

It’s impossible to tear your eyes from him as he lies between your legs. Each sinful swirl of his tongue and appreciative moan goes straight to your head, but then he moves his head just enough for you to catch the shine of your own arousal coating the tip of his nose and upper lip. That alone is almost enough to send you into orbit, that is, until Loki’s eyes lock with yours and he licks a long, slow line along the length of your cunt, pulling you as close to his mouth as he physically can. 

It feels so good, so blindingly good, that for a second you’re unable to speak, unable to do anything but drown in the warm, wet feel of Loki’s tongue.

Your hands curl tighter around the headboard, but you don’t take your eyes of Loki for even a second. “Fucking…menace!” you cry out, only to feel him smile against your cunt as he returns to teasing and taunting. “Loki, I - fuck!” Whatever you were about to say is swiftly lost when he then dips that skilled tongue inside you. 

All you can manage is a strangled whimper while he fucks you with his tongue. He’s expertly building you towards the edge, in the gloriously depraved way that only he can, and you send up an unending stream of thanks to the universe that this god loves you.

Because no one before him has ever been so attuned to your pleasure, or so eager to ceaselessly place it before their own. 

“Nothing arouses me more than pleasuring you, dove.” He had said little over half an hour ago, silencing your objections as he had coaxed you over his face. 

That beautiful face is now peering up at you with reverence, as though he’s ached to worship you all his life and tonight you’ve granted his every wish. His tongue laps at your cunt with something close to desperation and, not five minutes later, you feel his hands slide along your thighs to grip your hips, clamping you firmly against his face to give his undivided attention to your clit. 

You clench wildly on top of him, beginning to rock your hips in an attempt to chase the release that’s building like a storm in your core. “Fuck, Loki, keep doing that! Please, please, please!” you plead with him. 

The coil in your core is twisted tight and about to snap, promising a blinding release. It’s glittering before you like a new star - all you need is that wickedly talented tongue.  

Curses and pleas continue to fall like spring rain from your lips, and Loki is the ever benevolent god. Before long, your climax crashes down around you with such force it rips the breath from your lungs. Tiny stars dance at the edges of your eyes and you grind wildly against your lover's face. 

Loki watches you intently, his eyes sparkling as you come undone for him. You make sure to cry out his name as soon as you’re able, letting everyone in a ten mile radius know that every part of you belongs to him. 

Your thighs are trembling on each side of Loki’s head, your heartbeat a pounding drum in your chest. You’re panting as you come down off your high, basking happily in the golden afterglow of your orgasm…

But then you realise that Loki’s tongue is still buried in your sensitive cunt.

“Mpmh, Loki…too much,” you whimper, trying to lift off his face. 

Loki’s hands only curl tighter around your hips, refusing to grant even a seconds reprieve. You squirm on top of him, because the sensitivity really is too much, but a soft warmth in your wrists acts as a momentary distraction. 

Glancing up, you see the deep green ribbons that are now tying your wrists to the headboard, effectively immobilising you and leaving no option but to remain where you are. 

You feel Loki smirk between your thighs and the mischief that’s dancing in his eyes only confirms how absolutely fucked you are. “Please…no more…,” you plead weakly, but his sinful tongue remains deep in your cunt. 

Within seconds, the beginnings of another orgasm are fizzling in your core and, through the heavy haze that’s settled over your shoulders, you vaguely remember Loki’s delicious promise from earlier in the evening, only now you can see it for what it was: a threat. 

“I won’t stop, darling. You have my word.”

[mymindcreatedthis]

Wake up 18+

G!p Leah Williamson x Reader

Warning: Smut, Dirty talk, Daddy kink, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, Top Leah, Bottom Reader, Spanking, Hair pulling, clit teasing, blow job, throat pie, squirting, Positions: Doggy, Cowgirl, Table Top, the spider, twerk on dick

Word count: 4k

*Leah’s Pov*

It was the 3rd day of camp. Y/n and I are roommates at this camp, but that was okay. We've been dating for 2 years now. There was only one bed in our room but we didn’t care that we were dating. Sharing a bed wasn’t an issue at all. In fact we preferred one bed.

We had a light training session this morning. I was beat. Y/n and I went on a date and had dinner. We get back to the room, we cuddle and watch a movie. Halfway through the movie I end up falling asleep.

I’m not sure how long I was asleep for but I stir awake when I feel someone licking and stroking my dick. I open my eyes and blush darkly as I see Y/n under the covers. I pull the covers back, Y/n sees that I’m awake and smirks.

I bite my lip as she takes my cock in her mouth and slowly bobs her head. I moan in pleasure, Y/n hums against my cock and bobs her head a bit faster. She chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.

I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets as Y/n deep throats all 11 inches. “Mm fuck.” I moan and run my fingers through her hair.

“Mmm s-shit.” I moan.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I massage my tits. I moan and Y/n massages my balls as she bobs her head faster.

Y/n looks up and locks eyes with me. I moan and bite my lip. “Ugh f-fuck.” Y/n was really skilled and gives amazing head. She always makes me tap out and finish in her mouth within 5 minutes.

I moan and run my fingers through her hair. I moan loudly in pleasure as my balls tighten.

Throatpie:

I moan and bust my load in her mouth. Y/n chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth and down her throat. Y/n swallows my load and sucks me dry getting the rest of my cum. Y/n swallows the rest of my cum.

I gasp and moan as Y/n pins my hands to my sides and keeps going. I moan loudly in pleasure as Y/n continues to suck me off.

“Mmm fuck.” I moan.

Y/n hums against my cock, she locks eyes with me, she grips my thighs and speeds up bobbing her head faster. Spit going everywhere as she teared up from the contentious gagging.

“Y/n ugh fuck.” I moan and Lena my head backwards.

My dick falls out Y/n’s mouth, a string of spit still connecting us together. She takes my dick and slaps it against her tongue as well as her cheeks, rubbing it along her lips before taking it back in her mouth and continuing to give me head.

"Fuck Y/n, please keep going I'm gonna cum buckets." I moaned.

She listens to my request as she gargled my length in her mouth letting it hit the back of her throat. Sliding all the way down her throat like she was swallowing me whole.

Throatpie 2:

I didn't have time to warn Y/n as I exploded inside her mouth, filling her mouth up with my seed causing her to gag from the sudden liquid oozing onto her tits and traveling down her throat.

"Fuck, swallow my cum like a good girl." I moan.

She swallows every drop, not leaving any behind. I giggle and moan as she doesn’t stop. She swallows my seed and keeps going. I moan as she continues to pin my hands to my sides as she sucks the soul out of my cock.

“ugh fuck Y/n fuck…” I moan and lock eyes with her. “Fuck just like that.” I giggle and moan. “Mm shit such a slut for daddy’s cock.”

I was going crazy, my legs shaking and buckling in pleasure as Y/n looked up at me with lust in her eyes. "Uuuhhh Fuck, Y/n fuck." I moaned quietly as Y/n began to suck my cock once again.

The cheeky look Y/n gave me as she got faster made my eyes roll to the back of my head. Her spit dripped down my balls as she continued to gag on my cock, my cock sliding down her throat as she deepthroated me, her hand snaking up my leg to play with my balls, covered In her Silva.

"Y/n, I'm... I'm close." I moan, I break one of my hands free. My hand finding the back of her head.

Y/n listened to my words as she began to deep throat me faster. My precum leaked down her throat letting her know I was about to explode.

Throat pie #3:

"Fuuuuck." I moaned as my eyes slammed shut. My cum shooting out into Y/n’s mouth once again making her gag as her mouth got filled up with my seed.

"Such a good girl for me." I moaned as I guided her head up and down on my length for the final time.

Y/n wiped her mouth for the second time before getting up from her knees. Leaning in and planting a kiss onto my lips, the biggest smile on her face.

“Mm sorry daddy I was thirsty.” Y/n says.

I giggle and kiss her. “Fuck babe, that was one way to wake me up.”

Y/n giggles and kisses me again. “Ready for me to ride you? Hehe that was just the start. I'm not done with you yet daddy.”

I bite my lip and moan as she straddles me and guides me inside her. Y/n puts my tip in her and slowly sinks down on My dick taking my length deep inside her.

We both moan as I'm deep inside her pussy. Y/n grabs my boobs and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"I feel so full with you deep inside me." Y/n moans.

Me and Y/n both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my dick. "Mmm fuck, so wet and tight." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n slides up and down on my dick faster and faster. "Mmm fuck daddy you're really deep in there." Y/n moans.

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. I moan and spank her ass. Y/n moans and goes faster and harder.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n moans and massages my boobs as she keeps riding my dick going harder. "Gah fuck, it feels so good." Y/n moans.

"Mmm you Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask.

Y/n moans and grips the top of the head board. As she goes faster and faster. "Fuck daddy, I love it. I love you stretching me out." Y/n moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Gah Y/n, slow down a bit. I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n cutely giggles and moans. "That's the point baby. I'm gonna drain your balls and collect every drop of your cum." Y/n says.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. I moan and watch Y/n as she continues to ride me.

"You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I moan in Pleasure.

Y/n grips the head board tightly and rides my dick faster and harder. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Y/n baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan Loudly in pleasure.

Creampie:

I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Y/n moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I continue to shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum.

Y/n gasps and moans as I continue to cum inside her. "Mmm fuck there's so much." Y/n moans.

I help Y/n ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs Y/n slowly climbs off my dick. Thick cum ooze sour of her and drips down her thighs and drips onto my lap, my dick and onto the bed and sheets.

"Mmm fuck." Y/n moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her. Y/n smiles and kisses me deeply. I Smile against her lips and kiss back.

Y/n smiles and gets on all fours. I bite my lip, and check out her ass as she shakes it. I smirk, I get up and get behind her.

I slap her ass, Y/n moans and jumps as I slap her ass. She moans as I slap her ass again. I smirk and rub my dick through her wet folds.

Y/n cutely gasps and moans in pleasure as I do this. “Mmm good girl.” I say. We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand and wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pulled her hair.

“Mmm f-faster.” Y/n moans.

I smirk, I spank her ass and pull her hair as I thrust into her faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

“Fuck… Fuck…Fuck.” Y/n squeaks out with each thrust.

“Mmm, my favorite American pussy.” I moan and squeeze her ass. Y/n cutely giggles as I kiss her back and shoulder.

“Mm and my favorite English cock.” Y/n moans as I continue to thrust in and out of her.

I smile, I reach around and gently grab her throat. “That’s right slut this pussy Is all mine slut.”

Y/n moans and throws her ass back against me sliding back and forth on my cock. “All yours daddy. Ugh fuck fill me up.” Y/n moans.

I smirk, I grab her arms and pull her arms behind her back and hold them as I thrust into her pussy faster and harder than before. We both moan as Y/n throws her ass back in my dick sliding back and forth in my cock faster and faster.

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room, I look down and bite my lip as I watch her ass ripple with each thrust. Y/n bites her lip and looks back at me with pleading eyes begging for my load inside her pussy.

I moan as she continues to slide back and forth on my cock going faster and faster desperate for my load.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Y/n squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask, teasing her.

Y/n moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out."

Y/n moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy faster and faster I moan, I let go of her arms and pull her hair.

I pull her close to me. We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her.

"Shit I don't think I'll last long, babe. Ugh, your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure. “Ugh you make me tap out and cum so much baby.”

Y/n giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

“Give me that fucking cum daddy. Fill up my pussy with your load. Give me every single drop.” Y/n moans in pleasure.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit....me too." Y/n moans.

I moan loudly, my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in pleasure as her walls clench around my dick.

Y/n throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum.

"Ahh Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Y/n moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

Y/n screams in pleasure and squirts again. Y/n squirts all over my dick, and on the bed sheets.

"Baby, I'm really close." I moan.

I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls as Y/n goes faster and faster.

Creampie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Y/n moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Fuck I feel so full." Y/n moans.

I smirk, I help Y/n ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I slap her ass again. Y/n moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kiss her ass. Y/n looks at me and bites her lip.

“Fuck me on the table daddy.” Y/n begs grabbing my cock.

I giggle and moan as she does this. Y/n gets off the bed, I smile as Y/n clears off the desk and sits on it. Y/n spreads her legs, she bites her lip and motions me over with her finger.

I smirk and walk over to her. Y/n giggles. "Fill up my pussy daddy." Y/n says.

I giggle at Y/n’s comment. Y/n looks at me and smirks. "What are you waiting for babe? Come fill up my pussy." Y/n says seductively as she rubs her clit with her fingers.

Y/n smiles and lays back on the desk. We both moan as I rub my tip through her folds.

"Mm f-fuck Y/n just put it in." Y/n moans.

I moan and slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. Y/n moans as she takes me deep inside her.

Y/n moans and rests her legs against my shoulders and grips the edge of the table. "M-Move." She moans.

I moan and place my hands on her hips. We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her. God she was perfect her pussy was wet and warm and felt like heaven.

I moan and kiss her leg. I moan and thrust into her faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan and thrust into her faster than before.

Y/n’s tits bounce around as I continue to fuck her. "Mmm fuck feels so good." Y/n cries out in pleasure.

I moan and rub her clit with my thumb and hold onto her thigh as I thrust into her faster and faster. Y/n moans loudly in pleasure as I rub her clit faster with my thumb.

"Mm f-fuck feels so good." I moan.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Y/n squeaks out with each thrust.

I moan and plant kisses up and down her leg as I continue to to fuck her on the desk. My balls slap against her skin.

"Mm fuck! Fuck I'm gonna cum." Y/n moans.

Y/n moans and squirts, I smirk as I feel her juices on my abs, stomach and cock. I continue to rub her clit as I fuck her.

Her walls clench around me letting me know that she was about to cum. "Fuck I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Y/n moans.

Y/n moans loudly in pleasure and cums all over my dick. Y/n cumming sends me over the edge.

Creampie:

I can't take it anymore. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Y/n’s entrance filling her up to the brim. I let go of her hip and slowly massage my tits as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

Cum drips down her folds and drips onto the desk and floor. I moan and slowly thrust in and out of her as the last of my seed fills her up.

We both come down from our highs. I slowly pull out of her, cum immediately oozes out of her and drips onto the desk and onto the floor.

I giggle and rub her clit. "Fuck baby your stuffed to the brim." I say.

Y/n giggles and moans. "Mm fuck, I feel so full." Y/n moans.

I smile and kiss her. “Mm I still got some more cum for you baby..”

Y/n giggles. “Sit on the bed baby.”

I do as she says and sit on the bed. Y/n lays on the bed and lays on her back, her hips between my legs. I bend my legs a bit and move my foot outside her hips.

"Put it back in, baby." Y/n cutely begs biting her lip.

I bite my lip, we both moan as I slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me. I moan and slightly grip the sheets as Y/n moans and slowly rocks back and forth on my cock.

I moan and lock eyes with her. Y/n moans and looks at me, her eyes full of lust and not wanting to stop. Y/n moans and rocks back and forth on my cock a bit faster, I moan as her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room.

"Mm f-fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n moans and throws her head back and goes even faster and harder. I moan and rub her clit Y/n gasps and moans as I do this.

"Mm fuck....fuck." Y/n moans as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock.

"Mm cum baby. Ugh please I need your cum inside me." Y/n cutely begs desperate for my load.

I moan as the urge to cum get stronger. It's only been 9 minutes and I'm already about to tap out and bust inside her. Y/n moans her breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was about cum.

"Mm, someone close?" Y/n moans.

I moan and nod. "Yes I'm gonna fill you up."

Y/n moans and cutely giggles. "Let go daddy, let go and fill up my pussy." Y/n moans.

I moan as she goes faster and harder. I giggle and bite my lip as she screams in pleasure and squirts. She squirts all over our legs, my abs and all over my cock.

I moan as I feel my balls tighten. "F-Fuck Y/n baby—" I'm unable to warn her in time.

Creampie:

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can't take it anymore let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Y/n’s entrance filling her up to the brim.

"Mmm fuck," Y/n moans.

Y/n slowly rocks back and forth on my cock helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my cum in her pussy. We both moan as the last of my cum leaks out of her and oozes onto the sheets as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock slowly.

I moan and slowly pull out, cum immediately oozes out and oozes into not the sheets. I giggle and rub her pussy as I admire the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy.

"Mmm fuck babe." I moan.

Y/n giggled and kissed me. She breaks the kiss. "Mmm, that was amazing." Y/n moans.

Y/n moans and looks at me. “One more?”

I smile. “One more.”

Y/n smirks and makes me lay on the bed. Y/n joins me on the bed and straddles me. We both moan as Y/n guides my length inside her.

I moan and place my hands on her ass. Y/n smiled and kissed me, we both moaned in the kiss as Y/n slowly twerked on my dick. Y/n breaks the kiss, she rests her head against mine. She moans from the friction and twerks a bit faster.

"Ugh f-fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n moans and continues to twerk on my dick. I moan and spank and squeeze her ass. Y/n giggles and moans as I do this, Y/n moans and continues to twerk on my dick.

I bit my lip, I could feel how wet she was as her pussy swallowed me up perfectly. We both moan as Y/n goes a bit faster.

"F-Fuck Y/n." I moan and lay my head on the pillow behind me.

Y/n and the girls giggle at my comment. "Mm fuck feels so good." Y/n moans.

I smile and bite my lip as I feel her juices on my dick. Fuck the urge to cum was getting stronger and it's only been 10 minutes. Y/n giggles and moans as she feels my cock throbbing and my precum leak inside her and drips down her folds.

Y/n smiles. "Someone close?" She teases.

I moan in pleasure. "Ugh I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fill you up Y/n." I moan and squeeze her ass.

Y/n giggles and moans. Y/n moans in pleasure and twerks on my dick going faster and faster than before. We both moan in pleasure Y/n moans and cums.

*Creampie*

I moan and let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Y/n’s entrance filling her up to the brim. Y/n gasps and moans as I paint her walls white.

Y/n moans and slowly twerks on my dick collecting the last of my cum inside her pussy. I bite my lip as some of my cum oozes out of her and drips down my cock.

Y/n moans and slowly slides off my cock. Y/n moans as my cum immediately oozes out of her. Cum drips down her folds and thighs and drips onto my abs, thighs, cock and all over the sheets. I giggle and spank her ass. Y/n giggles and moans as I spank her ass.

Y/n moans and lays in the bed panting and trying to catch her breath as my cum continues to ooze out of her.

“Mm that’s One way to wake me up.” I say.

Y/n giggles and kisses me. “The best way to wake up my girl.”

[babybearnation]

driving home for christmas

⎇oscar piastri x gn!reader - you're spending christmas alone... or are you? (oneshot) ⎇author's note: my first ever oneshot and ofc, it's a gift fic hehe. MERRY CHRISTMAS @koalapastries I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!!! (also sorry, i know you're australian but i know nothing about australian xmas so uhhh reader lives in england) ⎇content warnings: crying, implied depression, light angst with a happy ending ⎇word count: 1.1k

Y/n sighs, nudging the fridge door shut with their hip, a few things rattling inside. Christmas steadily ticks closer and closer and they were not looking forward to when the day would actually arrive. For the first time ever, they'd be spending Christmas alone, and they weren't looking forward to it.

Y/n sighs once more before focusing on making their hot chocolate, craving that much needed chocolatey warmth. Maybe it would make them feel better. Probably not, but it was worth a shot, right?

A bleep from their phone pulls their attention away and they look down at the device, placing the milk to one side to pick it up. What greets them is a text from their boyfriend, Oscar, who'd gone home to celebrate Christmas with his family. The message preview is just a simple [image attached]. Y/n smiles softly and unlocks the phone, a frown quickly forming on their face instead mere seconds later.

It's a cute photo - Oscar's got a silly little Santa hat on and there are all manner of tinsel and light decorations behind him - but Y/n feels bitter and jealous. Why couldn't they be there, celebrating with Oscar and his family?

Y/n sends back a few simple hearts before locking the device and turning back to finish making their drink with a heavy sign. They cradle the hot cup in their palms and stare around at their undecorated apartment with tired eyes.

"This holiday season is gonna suck."

"Hey baby." Y/n says, smiling as Oscar's handsome face fills their phone screen. His camera is more pixelated than normal and he appears to be in a car, the occasionally jerk to his body being captured by the camera.

"Hey, sorry. Meant to call you at home but something came up and now I have to go somewhere. Still wanted to call though." Oscar's voice crackles through the speakers, and Y/n smiles softly. It's a bit rough, but it's better than Oscar not calling at all.

"Where you off to?" Y/n asks, tucking their legs under themself as they stare at Oscar's form, albeit a much poorer quality version. Oscar hums distractedly before registering what Y/n had said, a soft blush coating his cheeks. Y/n's eyebrows furrow in confusion. What could possibly have him so distracted?

"Just a last minute visit to a family friend, that's all. Travelling across half of Australia for it." Oscar says and Y/n hums, frowning softly as they avoid looking at the screen. "You okay?" Y/n sighs at that. Why did everyone have to ask them that question all the fucking time?

"Just... first Christmas all alone, remember? Not even a pet to keep me company." Y/n scoffs, tears building in their eyes. They sigh and lift their head up, blinking away tears. "Sorry..."

"Baby, please, don't be sorry. I'm not gonna claim to know how you're feeling but I'm always gonna be here for you. I'll spend as much of my Christmas with you as I can, I promise you that." Oscar says, the endearing sweetness that made Y/n fall for him evident in his voice. When Y/n looks back down at their phone after blinking away the handful of tears that had graced their eyes, they're greeted by a softly smiling Oscar. Seconds later, he turns his phone, his mum appearing on the screen instead.

"Hello sweetie. Keep your chin up, okay? Next year, you can spend it with us if you're still alone." Nicole says, beaming at Y/n. Y/n smiles and chuckles softly, wiping away the new batch of tears that had sprung up out of nowhere. God, why did this make them so emotional?

"Thank you, Mama Piastri. That means a lot." Y/n smiles softly. Nicole smiles and wishes them a Merry Christmas before the camera is filled with Oscar's far too handsome face again. He looks apologetic and Y/n knows he's about to say goodbye. It hurts, but Y/n can't prevent it.

"I gotta go now, okay? I'll talk to you as soon as I can." Oscar says, a genuine sadness staining his expression. Y/n smiles and says their goodbyes, the call ending seconds later. Their phone drops to their lap as tears flood down their face.

Y/n winces as the brightness of their phone screen hits their face and fills their vision. December 25th, 7:18am. Still nothing from Oscar. It had been over an entire day of no Oscar and Y/n was starting to worry they'd scared him off with their crying a few days ago.

With a groan, Y/n rolls out of bed, padding over to the window. They tug open the curtains, taking in the frost-covered grass at the front of their house. A unfamiliar car is parked outside and Y/n grumbles to themself about neighbours not having the courtesy to ask to use the parking space before doing so.

The more they observe the random newcomer car, the more they notice. The driver is still inside, and unlike the other, more familiar cars that dot the street, this one seems relatively unblemished by the ice and frost outside. Y/n furrows their eyebrows before sighing and turning from the window.

"What am I doing?" Y/n murmurs. They cross to their dresser and pull out some clothes when an insistent knocking sounds at the door. They huff and drop their clothes onto their bed before traipsing out of their room.

Seriously, who the fuck was knocking at damn near 7:30am on fucking Christmas Day? Y/n was alone, sure, but no one else they knew was alone and all of their neighbours kept to themselves on Christmas Day. So who the fuck was it?

Y/n tears the door open as they reach it before freezing, eyes wide in shock at who stands before them. "Oscar?"

"Surprise." Oscar says. Y/n doesn't let him speak further after that, diving into his arms. His bags clatter and thud against the floor as he drops them, lacing his arms around Y/n's torso. "You didn't think I'd let you spend Christmas all alone, did you?" He whispers into their hair.

Y/n pulls away and cups his face, tears threatening to drip from their lash line. Oscar reaches up and wipes away the dampness, a soft smile on his face. Y/n tugs him into a kiss, not caring who could see. Oscar responds eagerly, fingers dipping below the hem of their shirt, brushing along Y/n's soft skin.

"I love you. I love you so much. I love you, Oscar." Y/n says. It's the first time they've said it, yet they know they mean it with each and every fiber of their being. Oscar smiles and kisses them again, tugging them even closer.

"I love you too, baby. Merry Christmas."

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[sobbingscripter]

DAY 9: Nine Ladies Dancing

☃️Stuff My Stocking☃️

Tags: [virginity][AGED UP][vanilla?][friends to lovers][implied crushes][did I mention AGED UP]

A/N: idk who's art that is but I hope you get the sloppiest toppy.

❄️☃️❄️

"This is pointless. Everyone knows what they're getting." Damian grumbles, nimble and tanned fingers folding thin and vibrant coloured wrapping paper around yet another box. The eighth one so far.

Snow tumbles outside frost bitten windows, a beautiful view of snowcapped mountains and the soft howl of wind all remains beyond the sturdy, brick walls of the manor. The scent of cinnamon and ginger lingers in the air, a plate of half-eaten gingerbread cookies on an ornate plate, two glasses of unfinished milk accompanying the snack on the wooden surface of the nearest coffee table.

"This is your first traditional Christmas." You answer him, your brows knitting into a frown at the familiar and unwelcome pessimism that seems to seep from Damian's pores like sweat.

"Not to mention your last Christmas, before you move in with the Titans and then, you're never seeing me again." You add, the last tidbit being said with a hint of dramatism, and if you were more confident in your knitting abilities, you'd have rested your hand on your chest, wiping away a faux tear with your other.

"Imagine I'm—" "Yeah, I get it." Emerald pools roll in annoyance at your theatrics, and he pinches the corners, sharpening them on either side of the box's seams. "And you're being ridiculous. You'll see me."

His eyes lift to meet your gaze, and if you were feeling a bit more confident, you'd have commented on the hint of sadness lurking behind the leafy pools and stupidly long lashes. Those goddamn Arab genes.

"Yeah but then you'll be dating that goth girl in the leotard. And you'll bring her on all our hang outs, and when you don't, she'll tell you that I'm trying to fuck you."

"Aren't you?"

Damian's question causes you to miss a stitch, wooden needles poking into the wrong loop of the vibrant green yarn, and your eyes widen, long lashes fanning out around your doe eyes before you let out a snort of laughter.

"Yeah, but not if you have a girlfriend."

Your eyes lower back to the stocking you're knitting, carefully fixing your mistake before continuing, the soft sound of wood clanging against one another continues to ring out in the stillness, the only other sound being the crackling fireplace and the hum of the fucking gramophone Damian had insisted on turning on for...

Arm-bie-arnce.

"But..." His voice is quiet and his hands still. "I don't have a girlfriend."

He sets down the half-wrapped box, carefully extracting the knitting needles and yarn from your hands, and a hand wraps around your ankle, tugging you closer across the burgundy rug of Wayne Manor's entertainment room.

"And I'm not interested in Rachel."

He adds quietly, gaze locked on yours and you swallow. Your heart pounds in your chest, rattling your ribcage and your palms begin to get clammy as you grasp at the soft cotton of your (his) pajama pants.

"Can I—" "Yes, you can cast it off."

Damian's kisses are soft. Gentle, and all-consuming. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, the muscles in his arms flex with each of his movements, muscular fingers moving behind the fabric of your pants. The feel of his pounding heart against your back is the only indication that he's just as nervous and inexperienced as you, if not more.

Because GOD, you'd never guess.

Not from the way his fingers slowly circle your needy clit, just enough to keep you on the teetering edge of pleasure, soaking through your panties and definitely not from the way his free hand grasps your neck, just... Resting there. His thumb rubs that soft spot just beneath your ear, brushing over the sensitive skin as his tongue slides repeatedly against yours, painting the inside of your mouth with his taste.

Gingery cookies, full cream milk and the hint of mint from his toothpaste, and Damian pulls away, dark lashes fluttering and his lips reddened from being so... Coddled in attention. He can taste your lip balm on his lips, the hint of coconut oil and that sweet smell that always seems to get him dizzy whenever he gets a whiff of it.

You're so pretty right now. Big, wide doe eyes with long lashes, fluttering as you stare up at him expectantly, your back pressed against his broad chest and you can feel the hardness of his muscles through the fleece of your hoodie and the flimsy fabric of his long sleeved T-shirt. You're pliable, and each time his fingers curl, he gets to feel your pulse jump beneath your skin, and each time, it sends a delightful shiver down his back, making his cock twitch.

"You're pretty." Damian whispers quietly, smoky green eyes drinking in the flush of your cheeks, your body melding against his and slowly, he pulls his fingers out of your pants. Bringing them up to his lips and tasting you on his tongue and you get to watch the exact moment he falls in love with the taste of your leaky pussy.

Lashes flutter, eyes nearly close and that aching cock pressing against your lower back is so noticeable that when you shift, you can exactly feel the ridge of his flushed crown. And his hands move to your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh before he dips his head low.

Your nails graze the short cropped hair of his undercut, just as his tongue flicks against your pulse, before he presses a soft kiss to your pleasure-thrumming skin.

"Wait here," he hums, "I'm gonna go ask Todd for a condom."

You're sopping. It's an uncomfortable feeling when you feel Damian's plump tip stretching out your tight, untrained muscles, his hand anchoring your hips to the sofa and you frown, brows knitted tightly and your lips tugged into a cute little pout.

"Just—" You feel a particularly painful pinch and you wince, "—shove it in." You instruct. "Don't prepare me. Then don't move. Not even an in—"

Your wind is knocked out of you when Damian, quite literally, shoves it in. Your walls spasm and your eyes well up with tears as your teeth bite into your plump bottom lip to stifle any sounds, any tears.

"Shh shh, 'm sorry, 'm sorry." Damian mutters softly, leaning over you and peppers soft kisses to your red face, pressing gentle kisses to your watering eyes and his hands gently massage your waist and hips, trying to help you relax.

"Just...." Damian bites his lip as he thinks. Normally, in the porn he's seen, everyone's already broken in. But he takes a leap of faith, his hand resting on your mound and his thumb moves to your folds, finding that cute pebbled bud and slowly, he coaxes you into relaxation.

Slow circles that have your mouth forming a cute pouty 'o' shape, wet lashes fluttering as you look down at his hand. The pain is... Dull. Still present but so dull when compared to Damian's face, so... Expressive, for once and so gentle as he plays with your clit.

Gentle pinches, slow circles.

He pulls out every trick in the book, all while keeping his aching hips still, eager for you to enjoy this before he gets to fuck you.

He leans forward, hips snug against your own as he presses a kiss against your temple, your thighs over his and he hides his face in your neck when your hips rock to meet his thumb's movements and you just feel....

Warm.

Your brows crease when Damian lets out a shuddering breath before he lifts himself, grabbing your hoodie from the backrest of the sofa and he tosses it over your face.

"What are you—" "Don't look!"

Damian huffs, pulling out of you and he carefully tugs the already filled condom off, the latex filled to the brim with snowy white cum and he knots it, hiding it beneath the sofa.

Just for now.

He carefully and quickly rips another foil packet, putting on the condom just like how Dick demonstrated with a banana on one really... Shitty day.

And just when you finally manage to toss the hoodie off your face (he tucked the arms into the space between the cushion and the armrest), Damian's already sliding his thick cock back into your drooling cunt.

Your eyes roll back, your hips lifting and your knees move inward, pressing your knees into his sides as his thumb continues it's prior assault, teasing your sensitive button.

"Open your legs." Damian huffs, cheeks still flushed from the knowledge that he came so early, but as long as you don't know, you can't bring it up.

"I—... No..." Your hips buck sloppily, and he lets out a deep groan, but you're not sure if it's in pleasure or annoyance, but Damian's hands move to your inner thighs, spreading them obscenely wide and he stares.

Watching the way your puffed pussy lips swallow his cock whole, and he slowly pulls out of you, listening to that slick sound that nearly blends into the crackle of firewood and he slowly sinks back into you.

Damian.

He doesn't thrust, doesn't pound or piston.

His hips fucking roll into yours, a slow grind that has your brain melting and your nails digging into strong biceps, and Damian's eyes are locked on yours. It's a slow fuck. The slowest and so deep, each sloppy kiss against your cervix has your toes curl in those knitted socks, your yarn covered heels brushing against his muscular back.

"You're so tight..." Damian breathes out, his hips stuttering and your whines turn into quiet breaths, soft breathy moans and your hands interlock behind his neck, pulling him closer.

He's all you can smell.

That musky sweat, the oud he uses. Fuck, he smells so good. And you're barely paying attention when you whisper softly, lips brushing against his ear.

"Take off the condom?"

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Hiiiiiiii!!! I have a fluff requestttt. So Anakin comes home late, like super late. And the house is quiet, a little too quiet. Worried Anakin goes to the y/n and his room. She's not there. He hurried to the kids' room, and there's she's sleeping. Feeling guilty, Anakin carries y/n back to their room. She wakes up and them being super cute. Idk, it's a terrible and a little too simple request, but I'm dying to see fluff like that, and you're THE ONLY ONE who can write that😭😭

Author's note: I.LOVE.THIS. Nonnie, your mind is brilliant, don't tell me it's terrible, it's PERFECTION‼️ only I hope you'll like it cause I dunno.. :///

It was late.

Later than ANAKIN SKYWALKER had expected to be back home, so he wasn't surprised when all what met him was pure quietness and darkness of the first floor of your house. You'd often wait for him but now? He wasn't even sure if anyone was there.“Y/N?” he called softly after taking off his shoes

No response.

Checking all the rooms on the first floor and really making sure you weren't pulling on some scary-ass joke on him, he made his way through the house, up the stairs towards the bedroom, but when he finally pushed the wooden door open, the bed was empty.

He frowned.

A hint of worry settled in his heart.

He moved to the children's bedroom and gently cracked the door open before peeking inside. Eyes immediately softened at the sight before him. You, curled up in the little chair by the crib, your head resting against the edge, clearly fast asleep. The boy was sprawled in his crib, his twin sister next to him sleeping with tiny fingers wrapped around her favorite stuffed bear.

Mix of guilt and tenderness tugged at Anakin's chest. He carefully stepped inside, trying to be as quiet as a shadow, and stood beside you. The urge to just scoop you up in his arms was almost overwhelming, he felt obligated to do that. So with that, his large hand gently slid under your legs then one wrapped around your waist before he scooped you up and tried to quietly leave the room

He walked through the hall, just holding you like you were the most precious gift in his life (and let's be honest, you completely were). You stirred in his arms but hadn't wake yet, your face so relaxed in sleep.

Eyes fluttering open, seeing a familiar posture leaning over you “Annie?” you murmured

He leaned down, brushing a stray lock of hair that fallen over your forehead, before pressing his lips against that spot “Yeah, baby, it’s me. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Just didn't want you to have a back pain later” he grinned in this too beautiful-for-this-hour way, fingers loosening his tie

You yawned, stretching a little before reaching up to lazily, tiredly wrap your arms around his neck, fingers stroking the short curls there. “You’re home so late,” you whispered, voice still heavy with slumber. “Everything okay? Did something happen at work?”

He smiled, “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just… missed you a lot today..” he simply replied, laying down on his side on the bed, pulling you near

You smiled sleepily up at him, eyes half-lidded before you let yourself nuzzle into his chest. “Missed you too,” you murmured.

Anakin brushed his lips against the top of your head “I’m home now,” hand finding the way to rest on your thigh - stroking so lovingly, purely "Tomorrow I'll take care of the kids, you just rest, love"

you sighed contentedly, face nuzzling to his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent “Good,” you whispered, barely keeping it all together to actually fall unconscious in sleep “I love you.”

Anakin smiled with affection. He gently pulled you closer, hand slipping beneath your chin to make you look up at him “I love you, too,” he whispered before capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

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[revelboo]

Oh damn!! Mind if I just explode into particles about the latest Circuits and Wires??

BOOM!! 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💕💕💕💕💕

I love it so much

Wheeljack’s always been a favorite, just that optimism that’s undiminished no matter how many times his projects literally blow up in his face.

Also: Let’s see how many of these I can update in a day

Circuits and Wires Pt 10

Wheeljack x Reader

• Shifting to sit curled up in his lap, you’re aware of him shifting his arm as if wanting to touch and not sure where is okay. Biting into the inside of your cheek as he struggles, you reach back and pull his arm around you, pressing his big hand against your hip and feeling him shiver under you. Because one of you is going to have to be assertive and you’re almost positive it’s not going to be him. Reaching for his other hand, you pull it to you and play with his servos, fingertips tracing over the softer metal mesh at the inside of his wrist as you lay your head against him.

• You’re so soft and warm against him, he wants to tip your head up. Explore your soft mouth and let his hands wander. Would you let him? Optics dim, he doesn’t dare try to find out. Too afraid of being rejected or ruining this. Glossa sliding against his bottom lip remembering the feel of your mouth on his, he flexes his servos when you run your fingertips against the inside of them. And you look up at him, head against his shoulder. Slowly, he presses his palm to yours, intertwining his servos with your fingers, the difference in how much smaller your little hands is, shocking. Even mass displaced, you’re so delicate compared to him. And a part of him thrills at that difference.

• Breath catching as you stare at your hand trapped in his much bigger one and feel the servos of the hand on your hip flex against you. Making you wonder what those big hands would feel like on you. “I keep thinking I’m going to break you,” he says, vocal indicators flickering mauve. Embarrassed? About breaking you? Why would he even-oh. Heat spilling through you, his awkwardness twists, takes on a new meaning. Not even sure how that would work between you two. Though, those big fingers could be put to use. And now the thought is there as your face heats.

• Head ducking against him as he catches a glimpse of how red your face just got, he frowns. “I promise you won’t break me,” you mutter, avoiding looking at him as your fingers squeeze his. Venting, he absently rubs against your hip and rests his chin on top of your head. Loving the feel of you against him and not quite believing that he’s allowed this much.

• “I hope not. I like having you around,” he says as you cringe. Because nope. It’s going right over his handsome, dense head unless you spell it out for him. Maybe he’d hadn’t meant it that way after all. And asking about it? Bluntly telling him that you’re interested in him that way? You’d rather curl up and die of embarrassment right now. So you’re right back to square one, you too shy and him too damn oblivious.

Previous

I am all motors and gadgets

Organically designed to last a finite length of time

Locked in this rotary motion, the wheel spins round and round

I comprehend it all but still can't make a sound

I know there's something wrong within my faulty brain

I lack the proper behavior

My temper-addled tongue can't seem to force it out

The words that linger inside me

Can't speak, can't speak, can't speak at all

Don't even think you know the reason

Can't speak, can't speak, can't speak at all

Don't even try to understand

I am all circuits and wires

Conducting symphonies of heat exchange energies

My temper-addled tongue can't seem to force it out

The words that linger inside me

[m4rv3l-girl]

bucky Barnes and y/n just got to where they're staying for their honey moon and without a second thought bucky is all over you.

but there was one problem that you have tried to ignore until now, you are still a virgin, not only that but you don't even know how to touch your self, let alone please your new husband, y/n is scared and starts having a panic attack as soon as she is put on the bed, not realizing her fear until this moment bucky helps her but also assuring her that she doesn't have to have sex with him just to prove her love.

Honeymoon

Warnings: Mentions of sex.

The moment the door to the cabin closed behind them, Bucky Barnes had you pressed up against it, his lips seeking yours with a fervor that took your breath away.

The rustic charm of the honeymoon retreat - the roaring fireplace, the faint smell of pinewood, the soft lamplight painting golden hues on the wooden walls - all melted into the background as his strong hands framed your face. His kiss was demanding yet tender. It was a combination that only Bucky could master, and your heart raced in response, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling in your chest.

“You’re everything, doll,” he murmured against your lips, his deep voice vibrating through you, sending warmth flooding your veins. His blue eyes searched yours and you couldn’t help but smile shyly.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. You reached up to touch his face, brushing your fingers over the slight scruff of his jaw, marveling at how lucky you were to call this man your husband.

He grinned, leaning into your touch before kissing the palm of your hand. “Can’t believe I get to call you mine,” he said, his tone reverent. Then, he scooped you up effortlessly, making you squeal in surprise. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t carry my bride over the threshold?”

Your laughter filled the room as he carried you to the bed, the large, plush comforter looking as inviting as ever. But as he laid you down gently and hovered over you, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck, that bubbling laughter faded into something else.

The nervousness you’d pushed aside since the wedding ceremony came rushing back with a vengeance.

You felt your body stiffen beneath him, and he paused immediately, his brow furrowing as he looked down at you. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone laced with concern. His metal hand, cool to the touch, rested lightly on your hip, while his flesh one cupped your cheek.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words stuck in your throat. The realization of what tonight might entail—what it likely would entail—hit you like a freight train. You hadn’t allowed yourself to dwell on it, but now, with Bucky so close, his touch so intoxicating, it was impossible to ignore. Your chest tightened, and your breaths came quicker, shallower. A wave of panic began to rise, and you pressed a hand to your chest as if it could keep your heart from hammering out of control.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, look at me,” Bucky’s voice broke through the haze, firm but gentle. His hands moved away from you, giving you space, as his worried gaze locked onto yours. “What’s wrong, doll? Talk to me.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you turned your head away, feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed. “I…I’m sorry,” you stammered, your voice trembling. “I just… I can’t…”

“Can’t what?” he asked softly, his hand finding yours and squeezing it reassuringly. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together. Just breathe for me, okay? Nice and slow.”

You tried to follow his instructions, inhaling deeply and exhaling shakily. His presence, his steady encouragement, helped calm the storm inside you just enough for you to find your voice. “I… I’ve never done this before,” you admitted in a whisper, your cheeks burning with shame. “I don’t even… I don’t even know how to…”

Realization dawned on his face, and his expression softened even further, if that was possible. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing a tear away from your cheek with his thumb. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to think…” You trailed off, biting your lip. “I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t ready. Or that I don’t love you.”

He shook his head firmly. “Doll, listen to me. You don’t have to prove anything to me. I know you love me. I see it in everything you do. Every look, every touch, every word. And you don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Ever. Do you hear me?”

His words washed over you like a balm, soothing your frayed nerves. You nodded, a fresh wave of tears spilling over, but this time they weren’t from fear or shame. They were from relief.

Bucky sat back slightly, giving you space to sit up. He held both your hands in his, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles as he spoke. “This isn’t about some expectation or obligation. This is about us, Y/N. About what makes you feel safe and loved. And if you’re not ready, then we’re not doing anything, plain and simple.”

“But… what if I never…” You hesitated, your voice faltering.

“Then we’ll cross that bridge if we ever get to it,” he said, his tone steady. “But for now, we’ll go as slow as you need. There’s no rush, doll. We’ve got forever, remember?”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, the tension in your chest loosening just a little. Bucky pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. His heartbeat was a steady, soothing rhythm beneath your ear, and you closed your eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace ground you.

“Thank you,” you whispered after a while, your voice muffled against his shirt.

“You never have to thank me for loving you,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “That’s the easiest thing in the world.”

For the rest of the evening, Bucky didn’t push.

Instead, he suggested you explore the cabin together, and the two of you ended up curled on the couch by the fire, wrapped in a blanket as you shared stories and laughter. It was intimate in its own way, and by the time you both retired to bed, the weight of your earlier panic had lessened considerably.

As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you realized that love wasn’t about grand gestures or fulfilling expectations.

It was about moments like these.

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Hope this is what you wanted, My Dear 🫶

[rayshippouuchiha]

The Lone Wolf Dies

End-Class Princess: the Other Assassin

In which Takeshi looses the plot, Kurokawa Hana ends up dragging him along with it anyway, and a dog starts to revert to a wolf.

—

The first day of middle school, Takeshi hears some classmates sniggering about a prank they played on Sawada-Chan. They seem so pleased with themselves, at the reaction that Hibari-Senpai will have when she makes it to school tomorrow. Takeshi frowns slightly. Sawada-Chan is nice. She didn’t deserve that. He resolved to try and be extra nice to her when she came back.

—

Takeshi is restless. Sawada-Chan hasn’t been at school all week. They’d had a test already, and everyone had laughed about his low scores, saying that at least he had baseball. It stung worse than usual, turning his head slightly and not seeing a distressed pair of brown eyes and wringing hands. He hadn’t realized that he kept an eye out for her, or noticed that she worried about his grades. It’s been a week, surely she’s not sick? Hibari-Senpai has been rougher than usual too.

—

It’s a month into the new school year, and it feels like he’s the only one who’s noticed that Sawada-Chan hasn’t shown up. Everyone else seems to be forgetting about her altogether, except Kurokawa-San. She occasionally glances at a particular empty desk and frowns.

—

Takeshi squints his eyes shut to hide his irritation, flashing a toothy grin. To be honest, it feels more like he’s baring his teeth. The baseball team is getting on his nerves. Before, he’d been able to work it out on the diamond, the sheer physicality and camaraderie of the team pulling together soothing him. But as the weeks drag on, it works less and less. The team favors him as a star player, but they seem to be pulling less of their own weight.

He tells himself he’s just being overly sensitive. This year has just been unusually stressful. Once he adjusts to middle school, it’ll get better.

(He glances at an empty desk, than away. He accidentally locks eyes with Kurokawa-San doing the same. Maybe he should see if she wants to talk.)

—-

Kurokawa-San seems to be the only other person who’s noticed that Sawada-Chan hasn’t been to school once. Even Sasagawa-Chan just brushes it off with a vague, “who? Oh, Dame-Tsuna! Do you think she had to go to another school for extra tutoring?” She’s nice about it, at least.

Kurokawa-San is surprised when he points out no one has seen her in town either.

“I didn’t think you paid her that much attention,” she stated. “Huh. I suppose even a monkey like you can tell what would happen if you asked her out.”

It’s not that. It’s just. He didn’t realize how much the glimpses of her had settled him down before. Right now it just feels someone is rubbing sandpaper on the inside of his skin. It’s not an unfamiliar feeling, it always happens over the summer. Usually it goes away when school starts up and he can play baseball. But baseball isn’t working like it usually does. Sawada-chan’s mysterious disappearance gives him something to focus on so he doesn’t use his bat like a shinai and makes the second string players run faster.

His dad would be upset if he did that.

—-

Takeshi realizes intellectually that he should be proud to be playing an away game in his first year of middle school, even with his less than stellar grades. He’s more distracted by imaging all the ways he could really hurt people. Kurokawa is helping, a little, ever since she noticed his struggle to keep his smile up.

“Stop pushing yourself around me, like some sort of stupid monkey,” she said bluntly. “I know you’re a wolf, try not to go rabid.”

He’s pretty sure people are starting to think they’re dating, the way he seeks her out. She mostly doesn’t care, and uses it as an excuse to get away with physically grounding him. The desperate rasping inside him is growing worse.

If this keeps up, they’re both worried he’s going to kill someone. And not even Hibari-senpai is paying enough attention to notice.

(She would have.)

—-

Takeshi whips his head around as they’re escorted to the sports field. Had that been, Sawada-Chan? What would she be doing here?

—

After the game, the coach lets them wander around the market a bit, as a reward for winning. Takeshi takes him up on it, managing to shed the usual hangers-on that he has after a game. The sandpaper and chisels that have been steadily working away inside his skin are joined by anxious jangling bells. He can’t figure out what’s wrong with him.

“Yamamoto-kun?” A familiar voice rings out, puzzled.

He turns and the bells go silent, the chisels drop away from his bones, and the sandpaper pauses. Sawada-Chan is staring at him, pale amber eyes meeting his properly for once, a cloth bag slung over her shoulder. Takeshi beams at her. Oh. So this is why Kurokawa called him a wolf.

“Sawada-Chan! How have you been? Kurokawa and I have missed you,” he comes up to talk to her without hesitation. He’s almost dizzy as whatever has been clawing at him finally quiets down.

—

Eventually, he manages to convince her invite him back her place. She leads him to an apartment, tossing him concerned looks from the corner of her eye. Takeshi feels something in him preen in pleasure. He’d never noticed her do that before, but the feeling is very familiar. She has worried about him, and not because of his baseball skills.

She looks good, her shoulders held back and her gaze steady. He had never noticed her eyes were so light before, almost the same shade as fossilized amber. She’d always had her head down before. Takeshi likes it.

“I texted Rika-Chan, she said it was alright to lend you her slippers,” Sawada-Chan pulled out a pair of guest shoes for him.

They were still a little stiff, but he was too distracted by how many pairs of shoes were tidily tucked into the shelves of cubbies by the door. While she’d been gone, she’d become close enough to a lot of people, close enough to have guest slippers. He ruthlessly suppressed the urge to mess them up. What if she got mad at him and threw him out? He wasn’t ready to face the noise yet.

—

Her apartment was small, but cozy. There was a beat up old kotatsu where she was putting some tea for him, and a faded couch. There were little touches everywhere that called to mind comfort. (He liked the amateur ink painting of a puppy of some kind, tripping over its paws chasing a ball.) Takeshi was seized by the desire to roll around the whole place and never leave. A plate of dumplings, lopsided and mismatched, found themselves next to the tea.

—

Eventually, he has to go, but he managed to spend several hours talking to Sawada-Chan. She’s bolder than she used to be, but still doesn’t say much. Takeshi is pleased with himself when he manages to get her to forget to be wary and snark back at him. She even let him take a nap on her couch while she did homework leaning against it.

No wonder she’s in Kunugigaoka now. He doesn’t even know where to start, and she’s flying through the worksheets.

—-

There’s a slim hand nudging his shoulder. It’s not Kurokawa, and it’s not his otusan. His hand snaps up, snake quick, to latch onto the wrist. He misses. It’s so unusual, that he actually pauses before remembering where he was.

“Oh, sorry, Sawada-Chan!” He grins desperately. “I didn’t recognize you!” Please don’t send him away. He doesn’t want to have her shrink away from him again. He doesn’t know what he’d do if she flinched from him. Kurokawa is getting better at genuinely not flinching, even when she gets cut by the edges he can’t hide anymore.

“It’s fine,” he almost collapses as she waves it off. “But the buses are going to stop running for the night, your otousan has already called you.”

—

He gets her number before he lets himself be ushered out the door, nearly running into her neighbor who eyes him suspiciously. Not even Takeshi’s best sheepish grin erases the unfriendly look in the man’s eyes. It, probably didn’t help that he was disheveled, and still smelled a bit sweaty from the baseball game earlier. It didn’t look good, a teenage boy walking out of girl’s apartment looking like that.

Takeshi avoided his gaze and hurried to the bus depot. His otousan had been pleased that the reason he’d gone missing was running into a friend and loosing track of time, and not something, else. But he’s heard the warning to make it back tonight, and so had Sawada-Chan. She’d all but thrown him out the door, tugging on a worn pair of running shoes to lead him to the bus depot in time to catch the last bus to Namimori.

As the bus tumbled into the night, he wonders when he can make time to come back again, and how many times it will take before his shoes have a space in her entrance.

[hearts4werka]

Partyboy!chris making out with drug dealer!reader on the hood of his car

Partyboy!chris x drug dealer!reader

nsfw content ahead - the title says it all | wc -

English is not my first language, enjoy!

Requested by @/strnilolover

I lean against the cold black hood of Chris’s car, a rolled blunt sitting snuggly between my lips as I take a drag out of it and let the feeling of high and ecstasy wash over my body as he comes up next to me, his lingering eyes scanning over me before landing on the blunt sitting between my lips, a hand slowly creeps up to rest in the small of my back as we both observe the scenery in front of us. Chris took me on some surprise trip and now we’re on a cliff side at sunrise, the sun slowly rising above the horizon and casting a golden hue over the land, it feels like a scene taken out of a cheesy movie where the guy confessed their love to the girl and they share a passionate kiss, but only Chris —being the guy— already did so.

“Why are we here?” I ask, blowing out the smoke out of my mouth while my eyes glance between him and the scenery in front of us, he chuckles before taking the blunt from my hand and placing it between his lips, taking a long drag as he pulls me closer to his side. “That’s all you’re gonna say? You really are that predictable.” He teases, but I could catch that hint of seriousness in his voice at which I give a chuckle back. "I may be predictable but at least I'm not as boring as your life, sweetheart." I bite back teasingly, taking the blunt away from him and shooting him a small glance, he scoffs jokingly and looks down at me. “Damn, ma’. That was ice cold.” He says with a fake offended tone while I finish the blunt, throwing it aside into the closest random bush. “Oh are you gonna cry now?” I tease him further, feeling more cocky by the moment as he steps to stand in front of me, his hands falling down to grab ahold of my hips and pull them flush against his own.

“No, but now you’re gonna have to pay up for what you said, I’m not lettin’ you off scot free with a smart mouth like that.” He replies, equally as teasing as my tone while my arms on default wrap around his neck, one of his hands leaving the grip on my hip and tilting my head back to have a better look down at my face. “Such a pretty little girl but with such a dirty mouth, it’s gonna get you in trouble one day if you don’t watch out,” He murmured before his lips land on mine, capturing them into a passionate kiss which slowly transforms more hungry and rough, the mix of drugs and alcohol spread across my tongue as he slips his tongue inside of my mouth. One of my hands leave his neck to prop myself up from falling over as he pushes me onto the hood of the car, his hands finding his was to grasp my ass and lift me up to place me on top of the car, I giggled into the kiss as we continue the heated kiss. My hand creeping up to tug at his brown locks to pull him closer to me, as close as he could possibly get but don’t let myself get lost completely in the desire and lust, just to keep everything under control and to not loose it but it’s sooo tempting to just give in right now…

The kiss felt rough and hungry, but also passionate and gentle at the same time, the taste of drugs and alcohol still lingered inside of my mouth sitting right on my taste buds as the hot make out session comes to an unfortunate end, soft pants leave both of our mouths and mix together with each other. A smirk spreads across my face as I admire his sharp and bold features from up close until I decide to break the drowning silence. “Well, if this would be the trouble I would get into then I don’t think I mind it that much.” I tilt my head to the side softly as my eyes look deeply into his, the tension and hot air surrounding us before his lips attach to the exposed skin of my neck, planting soft kisses along the length of it. “You wouldn’t mind if I did this then?” He teases, murmuring against the soft skin before going back to planting kisses on my neck, starting to softly suck on the flesh and leave slight marks behind his trail, my head tilts back almost as if it’s doing it automatically which emerges a chuckle out of Chris as he murmurs against my skin. “Already doin’ so good f’me ma, hm?”

— 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐃 📝 : sorry if this is short but I just wanted to write a little something for yall so you don’t get bored while waiting for the next chapter of sotus, I’m not really that well at writing smut but I’m trying so yall bare with me for now 🙏 they’ll be more coming in the future tho and I hope y’all enjoyed this

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[admirationandromantics]

Chris's Little Sister

Can you write something about Josh dating Chris’s younger sister? -anon 

Of course I can!! I think one of the best ways to incorporate the reader into the group would actually be through a sibling relationship. And like… brother’s best friend? Now that’s something I live for. I did take some inspiration from Friends, just felt like it fit. Anyways, enjoy some headcanons for this one (already written one story today, and prepping for Christmas, so don’t have that much time).

And yeah, I still got a couple of requests in my inbox, but please bear with me. I do have things to do, but will get to them when I have the time. Enjoy <3

Chris and Josh met in third grade, so no wonder that when Chris brought home this beautiful little guy, you had heart eyes. You didn’t dare to talk to him, even when he initiated the conversation. You hid behind Chris or your mom, just observing them as they played. 

As you grew older, you developed more of a friendly relationship, this was your brother’s best friend after all, you weren’t gonna fuck it up. Chris brought you when you went to the Washingtons, and you mainly spent your time with the twins. 

Of course, Josh had a soft spot for you. He liked you, felt that he had to protect you, that sort of thing. You didn’t know if it was because you were Chris’s sister or because there was something else beneath. Soon, after a little too much time without Chris, you guys figured things out. 

Stolen glances became signals for a retreat to a secluded make out spot. Secret visits, making sure not to wake his sisters as well. Small touches that no one noticed. Everything felt like fireful passion, and keeping it secret made it even more thrilling. 

Josh has also made a few suggestive comments to his friend, trying to warm him up to the idea. “No, I’m not home that day” “Is your sister home?” “Why does that matter?” “I can think of a few ways we could entertain ourselves” “You’re not going near my sister, I’ll beat your head off, no joke” “Yeah, yeah… I know” 

When the annual winter getaway came, you found yourself with a lot more space and options. You and Josh talked, always away from Chris. I mean, he would actually kill him if he did something. You spent this time being flirty, a few comments here and there, which surprised the bachelor. 

That’s when it suddenly happened. You found yourself pressed up against the wall, locking lips with Josh Washington, your brother’s best friend. But you were caught. Hannah stood like a ghost in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth agape. You both knew you had fucked up. 

“Hannah!” “Don’t fucking talk to me” “Hannah, please!” “Has this been the drive all along? Being my friend, being with me just to hook up with my brother?” 

“You hooked up with Josh?” The colour drains from your face as you hear his voice. Chris, standing there, defeated, looking down on you. Everything is fucked up, everything is bad. “Chris, please hear me out…” 

He doesn’t. He marches to Josh’s room, confronting his friend. “What the hell, Josh!” 

You run inside, putting yourself in between them. “What’s going on?” Josh whispers to you, confused by the raging blonde. “He knows” “Shit”

“How long has this been going on?” You’re both silent, wondering what the right answer to the question might be. A while, a long time. Maybe he’d go easier on you if you said it was just one time? “Oh my god, and you never told me?” He’s looking down at you, disappointment and full of sorrow. 

“Listen Chris…” “Is he forcing you to do anything?” “No!” “Has he manipulated you in any way?” “Absolutely not!” 

He’s still defeated, trying to come to terms with it all. “You have many girls head over heels for you. Why, why. Why did it have to be her?” 

You wouldn’t admit it, but you were kind of curious as well. Why you, of all people. 

“Man, I-I can’t describe it. It just happened. And I’m glad it did. I love her, and we work, we’re good together” 

You both turn your attention to Chris again, and you take hold of his hand, rubbing over the knuckles softly. “I’m sorry Chris, but I feel the same about him” 

“For goodness sake, it’ll take time for me to digest this” “Of course, we understand” “And you feel safe?” “I do” “And he hasn’t hurt you in any way?” “No” 

“That’s a lie” Beth says, standing in the doorway. “What?” “The sounds I’ve heard from his room the last few weeks…” 

The relief turns to fear again as your brother rush to tackle your boyfriend.

[stylesispunk]

"Unholy christmas" day 3/3

outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: After spending months wandering outside in the wild, you and Joel find safety inside the gates of Jackson just around christmas. A confession and a kiss lead to other things and you wake up wrapped around each other's arms.

wc: 4,5k

warnings: fluff, mentions of smut and no proofreading at all, sorry my head hurts.

a/n: welcome to the third and last day of my joel's fic christmas version event. This one didn't turn out as i planned but is still cute. (my personal favorite was merry christmas, please call me) thank you so much for being here and reading and I wish you all a merry christmas, i hope you all have a beautiful night either if you spend your night with other people or alone. happy reading and merry christmas 💌♥️🌲

You couldn’t believe your eyes the first time you stepped inside Jackson. How the gates creaked open, or how the snow crunched beneath your boots as you and Joel made your way. A town in the middle of the hell you had faced felt almost surreal. After months of wandering through the wilderness, living on edge, Jackson felt like stepping into a dream, all decorated and bathed in warm lights, strings of Christmas decorations you thought you would never see again.

As you made your way inside, Joel glanced at you, his rugged features softening for just a moment when he took a glimpse of your awe expression. Something inside his heart felt at peace for the first time in months.

He had put you through so much during this time. Dragging you through the danger and fighting just to kept you both alive, and doing terrible things just for him to allow you to see another sunrise. He didn’t regret the things he had done for keeping you safe, not for an instant, but when the weight of it all bore down on him. When you were sleeping clung to him at night and he’d lie awake, watching the firelight flicker against your face, wondering if you would be better off without him.

But what would it be of him without you?

Your existence overwhelmed him. In a way his heart would stop beating the second your gaze locked with his. In a way his breath caught up his throat when you held his hand or simple touch him when sleeping.

It terrified him how much you had become a part of him, how much he depended on the sound of your voice to lighten the weight on his shoulders, or how your simple presence was enough to silence the worst of his thoughts. His chest ached whenever your gaze locked with his, the world narrowing to just the two of you.

He felt alive and vulnerable all at once, and it scared him. But what scared him more was the idea of losing you.

Without you, the hollow emptiness he had spent years suppressing would swallow him whole. He had fought so hard to keep you alive since you gave him something to fight for.

And now, looking at you smiling at the big Christmas tree in the middle of Jackson, he felt whole.

He stayed rooted in place for a moment, his breath caught in his throat as he drank in the sight of you. How could someone like him, a man who had done unspeakable things, deserve to stand by your side? But he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, not when you looked at the tree with the kind of joy he thought was lost forever.

“Joel?” Your voice broke his thoughts, soft and questioning as you turned to face him.

He cleared his throat and stepped closer, the snow crunching beneath his boots. “Yeah? You okay?”

You nodded, a small, wistful smile tugging at your lips. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I can’t remember the last time I saw a Christmas tree.”

Joel’s gaze flicked to the tree for a moment before settling back on you. “Yeah, it is.”

Joel opened his mouth to say more, but the sound of approaching footsteps on the snow made him pause, breaking the moment between the both of you. You both turned to see Tommy and Maria approaching, their faces lit with warm smiles.

“There you two are,” Tommy said, his tone teasing. “Figured we’d find you here.”

Maria stepped forward, her eyes flicking between you and Joel. “We’re heading over to the hall for dinner. Thought you might want to join us.”

You blinked in surprise, glancing at Joel before looking back at Maria. “Dinner?”

“Yeah,” Maria said with a nod, her smile widening. “The community does it every year around Christmas. Everyone pitches in—food, music, decorations. It’s a nice way to celebrate together.”

Joel shifted beside you, his hands tucked deep in his jacket pockets. He glanced at you, silently asking what you wanted to do.

“That sounds… nice,” you said after a moment, the idea of a communal dinner feeling strangely foreign after so long on the road. “We’d love to join.”

Tommy clapped Joel on the back. “See? Told you it’d be good for both of you to settle in a little.”

Joel grunted something under his breath, but his gaze softened as it lingered on you. “All right,” he said. “Lead the way.”

The walk to the community hall was short, the warm glow of lights spilling out through the windows guiding your way. Inside, the hall was alive with the buzz of conversation, the smell of roasted food, and the soft strum of a guitar from one corner.

As you followed Tommy and Maria to the community hall, the air around you felt festive, filled with laughter and the warm glow of lanterns strung along the path. The hall itself was bustling with life, long tables set up with trays of food and steaming mugs of cider. People greeted each other warmly, their voices blending into a symphony of holiday cheer.

You and Joel stepped inside, your eyes taking in the scene. For a moment, it was overwhelming—the sheer normalcy of it all after so many months of survival.

Maria nudged your arm gently, pulling you from your thoughts. “Grab some food and find a spot,” she said with a smile. “Tommy and I will join you in a bit.”

You nodded, glancing at Joel, but he was already being pulled away by Tommy, who had clasped a hand on his shoulder and steered him toward a group of familiar faces.

“I’ll catch up with you,” Joel muttered, throwing you a quick glance before disappearing into the crowd.

You made your way to the serving table, piling a plate with roasted vegetables and slices of bread before settling at a spot near the corner of the hall. From there, you could see Joel easily.

At first, it was endearing to watch him interact with Tommy. It reminded you of how hard he had fought to came here in order to be reunited with him all over again. And it was endearing, the sight of him, relaxed, the rare ghost of a smile playing on his lips. But as the minutes passed, your gaze lingered longer, drawn to the way people seemed to gravitate toward him.

Women. several of them.

They approached him with bright smiles displaying on their lips. Some were close to his age, others younger, their faces lighting up as they introduced themselves or leaned into a conversation with him. Joel, ever the gentleman he was, nodded politely, his deep voice lost in the noise of the room.

You knew Joel wasn’t the type to encourage attention, but the sight of him surrounded by all these women, some of whom placed a hand on his arm or laughed a little too loudly at something he said, sent a nagging feeling creeping into your chest.

You had never had felt the feeling of sharing before, it has always been you and him.

Until now.

You tried to focus on your food, but your appetite had vanished. The hall, went from feeling warm and inviting, to feeling suffocating. You told yourself it was nothing, that Joel was just being polite, but the tightness in your chest didn’t ease.

And you felt alone as if you were a burden Joel had to carry with him because he didn’t have the heart to left you behind.

Your gaze dropped to the table, your fingers toying with the edge of your plate, but what did you expect? Joel had done so much for you, had carried you through hell, he had brought you to a safe place where you would be able to live a life again.

The nagging feeling twisted into something sharper, something you didn’t want to name. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but your eyes drifted back to Joel, now leaning slightly as another woman spoke to him, her hand lingering just a second too long on his forearm.

You set your plate down, your appetite gone completely. For the first time since arriving in Jackson, you felt an urge to leave, to escape somewhere else.

The sight of Joel, so effortlessly blending in and laughing softly at something Tommy said, nodding politely as the women around him vied for his attention, made you feel like an outsider looking in.

And then it happened.

Joel’s gaze found yours across the room. His expression softened, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It was the kind of smile you rarely saw from him, one that seemed reserved just for you.

For a fleeting moment, the world quieted, the knot in your stomach loosening ever so slightly. But as your eyes scanned the room, taking in the familiarity shared between the townsfolks you felt it again. That foreignness. Like no matter how hard you tried, you’d never quite belong here.

Joel might. He was already starting to, even if he didn’t realize it yet. The way people looked at him, sought his attention, told you he could find a place here, a life.

But you? You weren’t so sure.

The thought settled heavily in your chest, and before you could overthink it, you pushed your chair back and stood.

You didn’t look back as you walked out of the hall, the cold night air biting at your skin as soon as you stepped outside. The muffled sounds of laughter and conversation followed you briefly before fading as the door swung shut behind you.

The town was quiet, the snow under your boots crunching softly as you wandered aimlessly. The lights strung along the houses glowed warmly, but they only deepened the ache in your chest.

You stopped at the edge of the main street, your breath visible in the cold air. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you stared up at the sky, the stars barely visible against the glow of the town.

The crunch of snow beneath your boots was the only sound accompanying you as you wandered, drawn toward the faint glow of the Christmas tree in the center of town. It stood tall and proud, adorned with twinkling lights and ornaments that glittered like tiny stars.

As you reached it, you came to a stop, the cold biting through your coat, but you barely noticed. You gazed up at the tree, and a flood of memories washed over you, brief, fragmented flashes of a childhood long gone.

A living room dimly lit except for the glow of a tree like this one. Laughter, faint and warm, as presents were unwrapped. The scent of pine and the soft hum of a Christmas carol your mother used to hum under her breath.

You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, a lump forming in your throat. That world felt like it belonged to another life, to someone else entirely. The woman standing here now, hardened by years of survival, couldn’t reconcile with the girl who once giggled over snow angels and stockings by the fireplace.

Joel stepped outside, the cold air biting at his skin as he scanned the bustling streets of Jackson. It wasn’t like him to let things go unsaid, especially not when it came to you. He’d noticed the way you pulled away, your silence heavier than usual. He could feel the weight of it, pulling at him, gnawing at him.

You inhaled deeply, your breath shaky as it clouded in the cold air. This was why you felt out of place here. Jackson was built on hope, on community, on remnants of a world you weren’t sure if you were going to fit into.

He’d watched you slip away from the warmth of the hall, your figure disappearing into the night. Without a second thought, he followed. He couldn’t let you disappear into the night like that, not when something was so clearly eating at you.

The snow crunched beneath his boots as he made his way toward the glow of the Christmas tree. The town was quieter now, the hum of conversation and laughter fading as he walked through the streets, searching for you.

He found you standing under the towering tree, your face lit by the soft, flickering lights. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, so small against the backdrop of the glowing tree, lost in thought. Your gaze was fixed on the ornaments, the lights reflecting in your eyes, and for a moment, he just watched you.

His chest tightened, and he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. He couldn’t stand to see you like this, so distant, so detached from the world around you. It was like you were still trapped in the past, somewhere far away from here, far away from the safety of Jackson and everything it had to offer.

“Hey,” he finally called out, his voice low but steady.

The sound of Joel’s voice startled you, low and rough but unmistakable. You turned to find him standing a few feet away, his broad frame silhouetted against the glow of the Christmas lights. He was breathing hard, like he’d been searching for you.

“I wondered where you ran off to,” he said softly, his eyes scanning your face.

“I just needed some air,” you replied, your voice quiet.

He stepped closer, his boots crunching in the snow, until he was standing beside you. His gaze flicked to the tree for a moment before settling back on you.

He stepped closer, his boots crunching in the snow, until he was standing beside you. His gaze flicked to the tree for a moment before settling back on you. “Didn’t mean to leave you alone there”

“Don’t worry.” you said quickly, but even to your own ears, the words felt hollow.

Joel's brow furrowed slightly, sensing the distance in your voice. He could see it in your eyes, the same unease, the same weight that had been there all night. Something was pulling at you, and he could feel the space growing between you both, even as you stood so close.

“I know you don’t like crowds,” he said, his voice softer now, as if trying to tread carefully around your thoughts. "But you don't have to be alone, not here."

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat refusing to go away. "I just... need to figure things out."

Joel turned his body to face you more fully, his expression open but intense. He wasn’t going to let you pull away from him, not now. He reached out, gently brushing his fingers along your arm, his touch warm against the chill of the evening.

"Hey," he said, his voice steady. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve been thinking,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His brow furrowed. “About what?”

You hesitated, glancing back at the tree. “About us. About how maybe it’s time for me to… move on. Find my own place here. I don’t want to be a burden to you anymore, Joel. You’ve done so much for me already-”

His jaw tightened, and before you could finish, he cut you off. “Stop.”

You blinked, startled by the firmness in his voice.

"I think it’s time we go our separate ways," you said softly.

Joel froze, the words slicing through the cold air. "What?"

You looked down, unable to meet his gaze. "I’ve been thinking about it for a while. You’ve done so much for me, Joel. You got me out of the QZ, kept me alive out there...but I know I’m just a burden. You don’t have to keep looking out for me. Tommy can find me another place."

He stared at you, stunned. "You think I’m tired of you?"

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. "Aren’t you?"

Joel closed the distance between you in two strides, his hands gripping your arms gently, but firmly enough to make you look at him. "No," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I ain’t tired of you. Not even close."

You blinked, caught off guard by the intensity in his tone. "Joel, I just don’t want you to feel like-"

"Like what?" he interrupted, his jaw tightening. "Like you’re something I have to put up with? You aren’t. You’re the one thing that makes this goddamn world a little easier to stand. Don’t you dare think I’d ever want you gone."

Your breath hitched, his words sinking in. The way he was looking at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in his life, made your heart ache.

"Joel?" you asked, your voice trembling. "Why would you want me to stay? I don’t… I don’t bring anything to the table."

He exhaled sharply, his thumb brushing over your sleeve. "You bring more than you’ll ever know. You keep me sane, keep me fighting. You’re the only thing in my life that feels right."

The lights from the Christmas tree flickered behind you, casting soft patterns across his face as his voice softened. "I need you, baby. And if you ever think about leaving again, you tell me first. I’ll set you straight."

You let out a shaky laugh. "You really mean that?"

Joel’s lips twitched into a faint, crooked smile. "Damn right, I mean it."

Before you could overthink it, you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his torso. He held you close, his chin resting lightly against the top of your head.

Joel pulled back just enough to look down at you, his hands still resting on your arms. His eyes softened, a quiet intensity behind them that made your heart skip. The flickering glow of the Christmas lights reflected in his gaze, but it was the warmth in them that held you still.

He tilted his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "You’re not going anywhere."

Before you could reply, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours as if asking for permission at first, as if testing the waters. The world seemed to stand still as his hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb gently grazing your skin.

The kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, carrying a quiet desperation that told you everything he couldn’t put into words. He was telling you that you were his world, that you were his, that he needed you as much as you needed him.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze lock with yours, his breath mingling with the cold night air. His voice was rough, almost a whisper. "You understand now? I don’t just want you here. I need you here. With me. We are a team."

Tears pricked at your eyes, but you smiled, your hands resting against his chest. "Okay, I promise I won’t go away from you.”

He closed his eyes briefly, relief washing over his face, before pressing another kiss to your forehead. Then, he went all over for your lips again, this time deeper, as if he wanted to imprint this moment on his heart forever. His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, drawing you closer, while his other arm wrapped securely around your waist.

You melted into him, your fingers clutching his jacket as if to anchor yourself to the only steady thing in your chaotic world. The cold air nipped at your skin, but you barely noticed, lost in the warmth of his skin, of his presence, on the way his lips moved against yours, the way he held you like he never wanted to let go.

When the kiss broke, you both stayed close, breaths mingling in the frosty air. His thumb brushed your cheek, his gaze soft yet unreadable.

“Come on,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, “let’s get you back inside before you freeze.”

You nodded, but your hand found his, intertwining your fingers as he led you to the house. The walk was silent, but the tension between you was electric.

Inside the house, the fire burned the room dimly lit by the soft orange glow of the embers between the both of you. Joel shut the door behind you, his eyes lingering on you as you removed your coat. There was no space for words now, just the unspoken language that pull you back to him.

He crossed the room in two strides, his hands finding your waist, his lips meeting yours again with a quiet urgency. You let him guide you toward the bed, his touches careful, his gaze searching yours for permission every step of the way.

You gave it to him, silently, your hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips that almost felt like they burn, his breath hitched, but he didn’t stop, he couldn’t. Not when you were looking at him with those puppy eyes that made him feel like he was your biggest treasure.

That night, the world outside didn’t exist anymore. It was just you and Joel, tangled together beneath the blankets, your mingled warmth chasing away the cold. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper of his name felt like a promise you didn't dare break.

Later that night, the room was dim, only the crackling of the fire providing light. You could feel his breath on your skin, slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring the taste of you, every moment with you leaded to this and his hands moved with a gentleness that surprised you, as if he was treating you like something fragile, precious he has promised himself he would protect.

But there was nothing fragile about the way you felt. With him, there was strength, a connection that ran deeper than anything you could put into words. You felt it in the way he held you, in the way his body responded to yours. It was raw, but it was also tender, and that combination left you breathless.

You pulled him closer, your fingers tracing the lines of his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your touch. You wanted to show him how much he meant to you; how much you needed him in this moment.

Joel’s lips found yours again, but this time, the kiss was slower, more conscious. It was a silent plea, an exchange of everything you couldn’t say aloud. You didn’t need words. You had each other, and that was all that mattered.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming in short, soft bursts. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and rough, a faint hint of concern threading through his words.

You nodded, your hands slipping into his hair, tugging him back down to you. “I’m more than okay,” you whispered, taking his lips on yours again.

But Joel’s voice broke the kiss as he pulled away slightly, his hands lingering on your hips before he stood, turning toward the small table in the corner of the room. “I, uh... I got you something for Christmas,” he said, his voice rougher than usual, but there was something softer behind it.

You blinked, surprised. Christmas hadn’t really felt like Christmas since the outbreak, and you hadn’t expected anything, certainly not from him. As he turned his back to you, his broad shoulders and his muscles in his bare back caught your attention. He was a picture of raw strength, but in that moment, you saw something else in him, vulnerability, tenderness, and a depth of care you hadn’t expected from the man who had carried so much loss during his life.

Your chest tightened as a strange, overwhelming sense of clarity washed over you. It was like everything had all led to this. To this moment, with him. You didn’t need anything else. You didn’t need a world full of certainty or things that made sense. With Joel, every simply made sense.

He reached for something on the table, a small wrapped box that was too carefully wrapped. His fingers lingered on the edges of the paper before he turned back toward you. His expression was unreadable, though there was a small, almost shy smile on his lips.

He stepped toward you, the firelight casting a warm glow on his face, illuminating the lines and scars on his temple. When he stopped in front of you, he held the gift out, his eyes meeting yours, softly “It ain’t much,” he muttered, “but I thought... I thought you deserved it. I got a while ago but since we’re here and we can celebrate Christmas again, I feel like I can give It to you.”

You took the small box from his hands, feeling the weight of it in your palm. Your heart skipped a beat as you met his eyes, seeing the love in them, the thought behind his gesture. It was so simple, so genuine, that it took your breath away.

You slowly unwrapped the box, your hands trembling just slightly as the soft paper fell away. Inside was a delicate silver necklace, the pendant a small, simple heart with intricate engravings along its edges. It caught the firelight, glimmering softly, and something inside you fluttered as you held it in your palm.

Joel watched you, his gaze soft but intense. He seemed to be holding his breath, waiting for your reaction. You could tell it meant something to him, something more than just the gift itself.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep the emotions from flooding your voice. “Joel...” you whispered, your fingers tracing the edges of the pendant. “It’s beautiful.”

His face softened, the corners of his mouth curling into a quiet smile. “I saw it a while ago,” he said, his voice low, almost uncertain. “Thought you might like it. And... I didn’t know when the right time was, but I guess now felt right. This... this is for you to carry me with yoy everywhere you go.”

You felt the warmth of his words seep into you, settling in your chest as your heart pounded. This wasn’t just a piece of jewelry; it was a symbol of the quiet love he had for you, the love that had been building ever since you had met in the ruins of the world.

Your eyes lifted from the necklace to his, you cupped his jaw, feeling his breath catch as your lips met his again, soft at first, but deepening as the world around you seemed once more. It was just the two of you, lost in each other, breathing each other in.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your chest heaving with the emotions swirling inside you. “I didn’t get you anything,” you murmured, the guilt creeping into your voice.

Joel’s hand brushed through your hair; the soft gesture meant to comfort you. His eyes met yours, the warmth in them determined. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice low, steady. “You’re here. That’s all I need.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips, but then he leaned in, his voice softer this time, laced with something tender. “But, uh... Can I call you love?”

His question caught you by surprise, but it also made your heart skip. The simple, honest sincerity in his eyes made your chest ache with affection.

“Love?” you echoed, testing the word in your lips. It felt strange and foreign, but in his presence, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

He nodded, his gaze earnest. “Yeah. If that’s alright. That would be a gift for me, for now” he clarified, smiling at you.

You felt the warmth of his words wrap around you, making your heart flutter with a mix of emotions. The sincerity in his eyes made the world feel smaller, like everything was finally making sense.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you gazed up at him. “You can call me love.”

A smile stretched across Joel's face, his eyes softening with joy. He leaned in again, this time his lips capturing yours with a tenderness that made everything feel right. The kiss was deep, filled with the promise yet to be written, and as you pulled away, your heart ached with a love that had been growing between you, unspoken, until now.

Joel gently guided you back onto the bed, his hands roaming over your body with a careful urgency. You felt his warmth radiating from his body as he settled beside you, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The room was silent except for the crackling of the fire, but in that silence, everything spoke.

You pressed your cheek to his chest, your hand splayed across the warmth of his skin, feeling his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. It was a beating you could now call yours, a melody that you caused.

“Merry Christmas to me, then, I guess,” he murmured, his voice thick with affection as he pulled you closer. His body felt like a shield, protecting you from everything that had ever threatened to tear you down.

You smiled, nestling into him even more, your own fingers tracing patterns along his skin. “Merry Christmas, baby.” you whispered back, feeling more alive, more complete than you had in years.

In the quiet darkness of the room, wrapped in his arms, with the world outside frozen in time, you knew this was where you were meant to be.

And that was enough. The world could wait. Tonight, it was just the two of you.

[crushmeeren]

ᝰ SASUKE’S NSFW ALPHABET .ᐟ

cw ; i have added a few visuals to this, inspired by @osamucide and this post of visuals! you have to be logged into your twitter account for them to work. it’s porn, so THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

p.s. ; { i know Sasuke only has one arm now, but these visuals involve guys that have two. please, take it with a grain of salt and picture it the best you can. (✿˶˘ ³˘) }

master list

ᝰ A ‣ ‣ AFTERCARE { ༝༝ what’s sasuke like after sex? ༝༝ }

The man is a teddy bear these days. So when your sweaty skin sticks to Sasuke’s like glue, chest heaving to catch your breath, he keeps his cock sealed in your pussy. He’s careful with his movements, tender, and he’ll shift you ‘round until you’re on your sides, nose to nose.

Warm fingers will skate down your waist, over your thigh, and grasp the sensitive area behind your knee, tugging to hook it over his hip. That same arm will lock around your waist, pull you close, and what’s left of his other one will tuck under your neck.

“Feeling good baby?” He murmurs, pressing his hips forward just to tease. He’s still hard, and he uses that to his advantage. Your pussy squeezes tight and he moans, lashes fluttering when you chuckle. He leans into your touch when your fingers run through his hair, brushing it off his forehead.

Sasuke snuggles in close after that, giving you both time to stay present in the afterglow before you clean up.

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ᝰ B ‣ ‣ BODY PART { ༝༝ sasuke’s favorite ༝༝ }

Sasuke strikes me as the type of man who doesn’t have a preference. He loves every part of you, because at the end of the day, they’re all connected to the person he loves. He simply can’t get enough of you.

When your tits bounce, when your ass jiggles, the fact that your lips and fingers fit like a glove around his cock, Sasuke loses his mind. He stares at your pretty face at all times of the day, limbs like live wires each time he fucks you so well your nails leave angry pink scratches down his chest.

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ᝰ C ‣ ‣ CUM { ༝༝ where sasuke likes to cum ༝༝ }

The heat of your pussy seems to spread throughout Sasuke’s entire body. It starts in his cock, slithers up his belly, up his throat, and pools in his cheeks. There’s cotton in his ears when you call out to him, smacking his chest to get his attention.

“Sasuke!” Your voice pitches higher, back arching without permission. His heavy thrusting continues to inch you up the mattress. “Pull out Sasuke, you — fuck, you gotta pull out!”

Sasuke’s jaw clenches, cock starting to twitch in warning. “You sure baby? I don’t think your pussy wants to let me go. So greedy.” His hand clutches your thigh tighter as struggles to keep his eyes open.

You level him with the best glare you can. Sasuke pouts, but he does pull out, and he cums in glossy threads all over your tits instead. Even if he’d rather fill your pussy to the brim.

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ᝰ E ‣ ‣ EXPERIENCE { ༝༝ how much does sasuke have? ༝༝ }

Sasuke’s gotten his dick sucked, he’s eaten pussy, he’s just never stepped over the last threshold. Not by the time you met him.

He’s not a shy, blushing virgin, either. He never gave a single fuck about it before, and he doesn’t give a single fuck even after you’ve started a relationship. He never stops being a little shit though, taunting you with things like “Is that right? My pretty girl wants to take my virginity? Good, I’ve wanted to get my dick inside your tight pussy since I met you.”

Sauske is nothing if not a fast learner. Once he gets over the shock of pleasure those first few times, he figures out how to play your body like a fiddle.

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ᝰ F ‣ ‣ FAVORITE POSITION { ༝༝ sasuke’s favorite ༝༝ }

Bouncing up and down on Sasuke’s cock destroys him.

Watching him dig the base of his skull into the mattress, neck taught and straining as his spine pulls up into an arch, you feel powerful. His expression always shatters with pleasure when you brace your palms on his pecs and sit down with enough force to leave an ache in his pelvis.

He tries to stay quiet, but often he can’t. He lets out moan after moan, these low, rasping noises that buzz in your brain.

But his favorite part, the one that tightens his balls and coils heat behind his navel, is when your thighs give out. Allowing him to draw up his knees, plant his feet, and thrust up into your pussy until your wailing, squirting all over his cock.

⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣ ‣ ‣ visual here .ᐟ

ᝰ H ‣ ‣ HAIR { ༝༝ does sasuke shave or care? ༝༝ }

Sasuke doesn’t have much body hair to begin with. There’s a sparse trail of soft, dark hair from his belly button to his pelvis, ending with a handful of curls at the base of his cock. He’s never felt the urge to shave.

The only situation in which he’d be bothered by your hair is if it’s blocking his access to your pussy.

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ᝰ I ‣ ‣ INTIMACY { ༝༝ is sasuke romantic? ༝༝ }

Sasuke is a secret romantic. The icy exterior he works so hard to maintain dissolves when you’re alone, the soft secret smile he hides lighting up his face. The first time you had sex you’d followed him home after dinner, heart full, and you’d stumbled in shock when you were met with a trail of flower petals leading to his room.

The lights were dimmed already, and Sasuke took you by the hand to guide you along. You noticed a couple candles scattered in his room, waiting to be lit. When you turned to peek at Sasuke he met your gaze, cheeks flushed pink.

You couldn’t help but tease him with “Were you so certain you’d get laid tonight?” Taking his hand and squeezing. Sasuke glared half heartedly, returning the affectionate gesture.

Sasuke didn’t bother responding, he just held you close and let you ride him until he had to beg for a break.

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ᝰ J ‣ ‣ JERKING OFF { ༝༝ does sasuke jerk off? ༝༝ }

Sasuke’s opinion on jerking off is more or less “meh”. If the urge is strong enough, and he’s got the time, once in awhile he’ll indulge.

To ask Sasuke directly, he’d much rather it be your hand stroking his cock. He’ll sit down by you in bed, lean his head on your shoulder, and ask in a low tone if you’d be willing to lend him a helping hand. After all, he can’t squeeze and palm his balls if his singular hand is occupied.

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ᝰ K ‣ ‣ KINK { ༝༝ sasuke’s kinks ༝༝ }

Breeding kink who?

In all seriousness though, this is one of, if not the only, kink that he has. It’s not so much the reality of you becoming pregnant as it is the idea of it. The risk that accompanies cumming in your pussy until it squeezes out the sides while Sasuke very much continues to push it back in.

When the two of you do agree to start trying for a baby, the first time you have sex after that conversation Sasuke hadn’t been aware you were ovulating. You blurted it out in the middle of having a knee pressed to your chest.

Sasuke paused, hips pressed firm to your ass, and said “Aw, are we gonna make a baby tonight? How sweet.”

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ᝰ L ‣ ‣ LOCATION { ༝༝ where sasuke likes to fuck ༝༝ }

The bed, no doubt. He’s also fond of the couch. Any place that’s comfortable and doesn’t raise the difficulty level of functioning with one arm.

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ᝰ O ‣ ‣ ORAL { ༝༝ sasuke’s thoughts on oral ༝༝ }

Sitting that sweet pussy on his tongue is what he prefers. It’s easier for him to cup the swell of your ass, to help guide your clit across his tongue, and he swats you every now then to hear your breath hitch. When you thread your fingers through his hair and hold tight, Sasuke’s scalp tingles. It shoots straight to his cock.

Getting his dick sucked is a different matter. He admits that he does enjoy admiring your face while you work him over with your tongue. Placing kisses along his shaft, taking him deep until you choke, but he loves your pussy so much more.

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ᝰ Q ‣ ‣ QUICKIES { ༝༝ sasuke and quickies ༝༝ }

Sasuke enjoys a quickie every once and awhile. If you want him to fuck you fast and hard before you leave, he’s down. He’ll bend you over the kitchen counter, let you ride him on the couch, whatever you want he’s willing to give.

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ᝰ S ‣ ‣ STAMINA { ༝༝ what’s sasuke’s stamina like? ༝༝ }

Not everyone has endless stamina during sex, and that’s okay. Sasuke happens to be one of those people. He’s average.

He does last long enough to leave you breathless and satisfied, and on occasion, if you both put in the effort, he can get it up for multiple rounds. You definitely take advantage of those nights.

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ᝰ T ‣ ‣ TEASE { ༝༝ does sasuke like to tease you? ༝༝ }

The part of Sasuke that convinces him to act like a little shit never changes. He loves you, and he’s squishy like a marshmallow on the inside for you, so of course he teases.

It’s all playful, never pushing too far. The nights when you straddle Sasuke’s thighs, take his cock in hand and stroke him until he’s fully hard for a second round, he’ll smooth his hand up and down your side, smirking when he coos “Oh baby, your pussy needs my cock again, doesn’t she? I’ll give it to you, don’t whine.” He’ll pinch your ass, clutch the back of your thigh, and help you bounce to your hearts desire.

[suunani]

pieces of myself ( hwang intak )

▍ intak reminds you that you’re enough as you are.

content: 1600 words, male reader, added member!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, boyfriend!intak, reader is having a breakdown, intak is the biggest sweetheart.

the dressing room was colder than usual.

the harsh overhead lights flickered softly, casting long, silent shadows across the space.

it felt like time was moving in slow motion. your breath coming out in shallow, uneven gasps as you sat at the vanity, staring at your reflection in the mirror.

you had just finished another successful concert with the boys, another night of applause, screams, and flashing cameras. but all you could hear now, in the quiet aftermath, was the pounding in your chest.

the image staring back at you wasn't really you anymore.

the stage lights had dimmed, but the hollow feeling in your chest hadn't. you had spent hours perfecting that flawless image — perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect posture. the boy the fans adored, the boy the company demanded you be.

but who was the real you?

who were you when the lights were off?

you had been suffocating for so long. the constant pressure, the weight of expectations from the fans, the industry, and — perhaps most of all — the pressure you put on yourself to meet them.

there were days when the smile you wore in front of the cameras felt like it was carved into your face, like a mask you couldn't remove. and every day, the weight of the mask felt heavier.

but today? today, it felt unbearable.

the knock on the door broke the silence, but you didn't move.

you didn't want to face anyone, least of all the one person who always made you feel like you were more than just the idol everyone expected you to be.

"y/n? are you in there?" it was intak, his voice low but filled with concern.

you swallowed, trying to steady your breath, trying to put on a face for him.

"yeah, i'm fine," you said quickly, the lie tasting bitter in your mouth.

you hadn't been fine for a while now, but saying it out loud made it feel real.

the door creaked open, and in he walked.

his eyes instantly fell on you. you hadn't even turned your face toward him, but the way he stood there, so still, so patient, told you everything you needed to know.

he had known something was wrong the moment you'd entered the building, and he hadn't stopped looking for you since. he'd noticed the way you'd withdrawn into yourself during the performance, the way your usual spark seemed dulled.

but intak wasn't the type to push when you weren't ready, so he waited. but now, seeing the emptiness in your eyes, he couldn't stand the silence anymore.

"y/n..." his voice was so soft, so full of empathy. "what's going on?"

you hated the way your throat closed at his words, how they made everything inside you feel more fragile, more exposed.

you had tried so hard to keep everything locked inside, but in front of him, it felt like it was all coming apart.

"i'm fine," you repeated, your voice hoarse, barely above a whisper.

"no, you're not," intak stepped closer, his voice gentle but firm. "you don't have to keep pretending with me, y/n. please, talk to me. what's going on?"

you could feel your chest tightening, the familiar sensation of a breakdown creeping up.

but you held it back, like you always did.

you couldn't let him see you like this. you couldn't show him the weakness, the cracks in the perfect image you were supposed to embody.

"i just need a minute," you said, your voice strained, desperate to push him away so you wouldn't have to face the pain.

but intak wasn't backing off.

he knelt beside you, his expression softening as he reached out to touch your arm.

"it's okay. you don't have to do this alone. you're not weak, y/n. you're allowed to break sometimes. but you don't have to carry all of this on your own."

the words were like a bomb going off inside of you. the dam you had spent so long building finally cracked.

you didn't want to cry. you didn't want to fall apart in front of him, but the moment intak touched you, his warmth, his concern, the tears flooded out.

you couldn't stop them.

"i... i don't know what's wrong with me, intak," you whispered, voice breaking with the weight of all the fear you'd been holding in. "i'm supposed to be perfect. i'm supposed to be this idol that everyone looks up to, but i can't keep doing it anymore. i'm so tired. i'm just so... tired."

your body shook with the force of your sobs, the overwhelming exhaustion finally spilling over. you felt like you were suffocating under the pressure.

the company, the fans, the endless expectations. it all felt so far removed from who you were as a person. you had always done your best to keep up the image. smiling, laughing, always giving more than you thought you had.

but now? now you didn't even know who you were.

intak didn't say anything for a moment. he just sat there, quietly watching you, as if giving you the space to let it all out. his hand remained on your shoulder, his touch reassuring but gentle.

"you don't have to be perfect, y/n."

he finally whispered, his voice filled with such tenderness that it almost felt like he was trying to heal the broken pieces of you.

"you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. it's okay to be tired. it's okay to need a break. you're allowed to be human."

"i'm not perfect," you gasped through your sobs, shaking your head as though the words themselves physically hurt. "i'm so scared that one day i'm going to wake up and everything will come crashing down. what if they hate me? what if they don't love me for who i really am?"

intak's hand tightened on your shoulder, and you could feel the ache in his chest, too, as if hearing the depth of your pain hurt him just as much as it hurt you.

it was breaking him, but he wasn't going anywhere. he couldn't leave you like this.

"y/n, listen to me," he said softly, lifting your chin so that you had to look at him.

his eyes were filled with so much emotion that it made your heart ache.

"i don't care if you're perfect. i don't care about the image the company created for you or what anyone expects. you're enough. just as you are."

you shook your head, unable to accept his words. you didn't believe them.

not when you felt so far removed from the person everyone thought you were. the real you. the person that had been buried under layers of expectation. the person who didn't even know if they could go on pretending anymore.

"i'm not enough," you whispered, broken. "i'm not good enough for you. i'm not good enough for anyone."

you could feel your chest constricting again, the weight of your self-doubt pressing down on you like a vice.

intak's eyes filled with anguish, his face scrunching up with the emotion he couldn't hide. it physically hurt him to see you like this, to see the person he loved so much torn apart by invisible forces.

"y/n," he said, his voice shaking now. "you are more than enough. don't you get it? i'm not with you because of your image. i'm not with you because of the fans. i'm with you because i love you. the real you. the person who cares so much for others, the person who makes me laugh when i'm down, the person who gets frustrated with the smallest mistakes and pushes himself to do better. you're perfect in the way that matters. you're perfect to me."

his words, raw and sincere, were like a balm to the wound in your heart. but even as he spoke them, you couldn't fully believe them.

the weight of everything you were carrying felt too heavy. the fear that you weren't worthy of his love, the fear that one day everything would come crashing down, clouded your mind.

the pressure was suffocating.

"i don't know how to be that person anymore," you admitted, your voice barely audible. "i don't know who i am without all of this. without the image, the expectations. i don't even recognize myself anymore. i just feel so... lost."

intak's heart broke even further, and before you could say anything else, he pulled you into his arms.

it was a tight, protective hug, the kind that wrapped around you like a shield, like he would never let go. he buried his face in your hair, holding you as if he could absorb all of your pain and exhaustion into himself.

"i'm so sorry, y/n," he whispered, his voice breaking. "i never wanted you to feel like this. i just want you to be happy. i just want you to be okay."

and in that moment, all the walls you'd built around yourself, all the lies you'd told, started to crumble.

you felt his love, steady and unwavering, surrounding you. his warmth was the only thing that made the fear and exhaustion bearable.

"i'll help you," he said softly, pulling back just enough to kiss your forehead. "we'll figure this out together. you don't have to carry this weight alone. i'm here. i'm always here."

for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself lean into him completely.

the overwhelming flood of emotions left you raw and vulnerable, but with intak beside you, it didn't feel like the end. it felt like the beginning of something new.

maybe it wouldn't be easy. maybe you'd still have moments where the weight of everything felt unbearable. but for now, you didn't have to pretend anymore.

you weren't alone. and that was enough.

[mymindcreatedthis]

Something New 18+

Reader x Georgia Stanway

Plot: Georgia has been teasing reader all day and night. She’s been super horny, reader takes her back to her house and Goeriga tries some new things…

Warning: Smut, Daddy kink, teasing, Blow job, throat pie, Anal, Handjob, Cumshot, facial, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, blind fold sex, Top Reader, Bottom Georgia, Positions: Doggy and Missionary

Word Count: 4k

*Y/n’s Pov*

I moan and massage my tits as Georgia spits on my cock and takes my cock in her mouth. Georgia and I were at the bar with the girls, Georgia teasing me all of training and the whole time we were at the bar. 

Georgia had her back to me and was grinding against me. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, I made my move and kissed her while we were on the dance floor. Georgia moans in the kiss as I place my hands on her ass and give her ass a firm grab. 

“Pay the tab.” Georgia says, biting her lip, grinding her ass back against me. I moan and nod, I Quickly pay the tab. We say good night to the girls and head back to mine. 

I moan as Georgia locks eyes with me and bobs her head a bit faster. I moaned and placed my hand on the back of her head as she kept sucking going a bit faster.

"Fuck Georgia your mouth feels so good." I moaned as I leaned my head back onto the headboard.

She swirls her tongue around my tip as she kept sucking, playing with my balls with her other hand. I moan as she sped up her movements bobbing her head faster. 

She let my dick pop out of her mouth as she kissed my inner thigh with a smile. 

“I’ve been craving this cock all day.” She whispered as she takes my dick back in her mouth immediately deep throating me, causing me to become a moaning mess. 

She looked into my eyes as she hums against my dick seeing the reaction she was getting from me.

"I'm going to cum buckets if you keep doing that baby." I moan and close my eyes. 

I gripped the sheets with one hand. The other hand on the back of Georgia’s head as she was making me closer and closer to cumming. My balls tighten as my dick hits the back of her throat. 

"Fuck Georgia I...." 

Throatpie:

I moan gripping Georgia's hair pushing her head further down on my cock as I explode inside her mouth. Sweat dripped down my forehead, my legs buckled and began to shake. Georgia lifts her head up, swallowing my load.

I blush darkly as Georgia smirks and takes my cock back in her mouth. I moaned in pleasure, I brushed Georgia’s hair with my hand into a makeshift bun and began to guide her head up and down in my length.

Spit spluttering out of her mouth and she started to get non stop, my tip hitting the back of her throat for the second time today.

"Keep going, Georgia , that's it." I moaned, my fist gripped her hair tighter. The feeling of me in her mouth was amazing. 

"Such a good girl." I moaned as I leaned back on my spare arm. 

The only sounds in the room was the continuous gagging from Georgia’s throat as she tried to take my length further and further down her throat each time. 

"I wanna cum all over that beautiful face of yours." I said as I felt my balls tighten. 

Georgia nodded, taking my cock out of her mouth with a plop, strings of spit still linked from my cock to her mouth. I began to jerk over her face, as Georgia played and massaged my balls making them tighten up more. 

Cumshot/Facial: 

"Oh my." I moaned loudly as ropes of cum began to ooze and shoot out of my dick. I didn't have time to warn Georgia before her face, lips, eyes and even her mouth was covered in cum, painting her face white. 

I bite my lip and rub my cock all over her face covering her face with more of my seed. "Look at that messy face." I giggle. 

"Did I feel good?" Georgia coughed slightly after what her throat had just gone through.

Georgia bites her lip. I moan as she kisses my inner thigh and licks my cock. “I’m still thirsty for this cock.” She giggles and bites her lip. “Turn around daddy I wanna try something new.” 

I giggle and bite my lip at her comment. “O-Okay.” 

I bite my lip and let her take over. She took my hands and guided me into the position she wanted me, on all fours. I stayed in position as Georgia stayed out behind me.

"What are you doing ba......" Before I could finish my words I felt her tongue enter my ass hole.

"Fuck G, what a surprise" I moaned as her tongue went in and out of my asshole. "Your tongue feels fucking amazing, fuck."

Suddenly I felt her hand wrap around my cock as Georgia began to jerk me off getting faster and faster.

"Oh Georgia please, fuck I'm gonna cum, your tongue is amazing, I'm so so fucking close" I yelled, my mind went blank from the sensations I was feeling, the pleasure my body was being out through was amazing.

The noise continued of Georgia's tongue going in and out of my ass hole as well as the bed rocking from her jerking me off. I could feel my balls tighten, my legs shaking.

*Cumshot*

"Oooooh Goeriga fuck, fuck I'm cumming" I yelled as cum began to splurge out of my cock onto the sheets. Georgia carried on devouring my asshole as I continued to cover the sheets in my sticky cum.

"Did that feel good baby" Goeriga asked as she drew away from my ass hole.

"So so good baby, wow. I was not expecting that.” I admitted as I sat up.

Georgia’s eyes locked onto the patch of cum on the bed sheets immediately scooping it up and placing it in her mouth before swallowing.

"Fuck, such a naughty girl" I giggled. 

Georgia smiles and kisses me. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself in her lips. 

Georgia giggles. “I’ve been checking out your ass all day baby.” Georgia says squeezing my ass. 

I giggle at her comment and moan as she squeezes my ass. “Lose them clothes baby.” 

Georgia smirks and gets undressed and litters her clothes on the ground around the bed. 

I smile as my eyes travel to her beautiful nude body. “Mm your so beautiful baby.” 

Georgia smiles and blushes at my comment. “Thank you baby.” 

“Lay on the bed and lay on your stomach.” I softly ordered. 

Georgia does as I say. I bite my lip and get hard as my hands roam her ass and squeeze it. Georgia lets out soft moans as I do this. 

“Mm fuck.” I whispered to myself as I worshiped her ass. 

Georgia giggles and shakes her ass a bit. “My ass needs some attention.” 

Georgia looks back at me with pleading eyes and biting her lip. I looked into her eyes as I slowly leant down placing a kiss to her left ass cheek.

“Mm please daddy.” Georgia moans. 

“Please what baby?” I smirk. 

“I need you inside me so bad.” Georgia moans. 

“Patience baby. Mm I wanna taste you first.” I say squeezing her ass a bit. 

I got onto my knees at the end of the bed. Running my hands up and down her legs, I carefully gripped her calves pulling her into the position I needed her.

One hand on her back, another on her ass cheek spreading it to the side carefully, I divided into her pussy, taking a long lick.

Georgia gasps and moans as I do this. “Mm fuck.” Georgia moans. “Ugh fuck daddy… don’t s-stop.” 

I don't stop, I'd never dream of stopping. This is all I'd been thinking about. Georgia and her perfectly sculpted body. Her perfect ass. I began to lick up and down her pussy, every so often dipping my tongue inside, each time Georgia let a moan of pleasure leave her lips. I take a tighter grip of her ass. 

I spank her ass. Georgia moans even more as I spank her ass. The moans she made, how she instantly became wetter as I felt it on my tongue told me she liked being spanked. I did it again, and again, and again. Each time receiving a louder moan.

“ Mmm f-fuck keep going. Ugh! You're gonna make me cum.” Georgia cutely moans. 

Knowing she was close I began to quickly dip my tongue in and out of her pussy. This began to make her legs shake her pussy began to leak as she let out a deafening squeal.

"Ohhhhh fuck, fuck stay there fuck, I’m cumming" Georgia yelled.

I stayed still as she rode out her high on my tongue, tasting the heaven that left her pussy. 

“F-Fuck Y/n.” Georgia whispered with a hint of exhaustion. “I need you, I need you inside me.” 

"Yes ma'am" I replied. I joined Georgia on the bed, Georgia was already on her hands and knees. 

I lined my dick up with her dripping pussy, before pushing in I tapped her back.

"Are you sure about this" I questioned still making sure she was sure she wanted this. 

Georgia looked back at me with a smile and threw her ass back, swallowing my dick up inside of her pussy. Her ass rippled from the force she used.

"Fuck okay, you are, you are sure" I moaned gripping her hips.

I began to thrust in and out of Georgia. First, slowly letting Georgia get used to the size. Gripping her hips tighter and tighter. How tightly I gripped her would have definitely left marks but in that moment neither of us cared, all we cared about was the pleasure we were being put through.

"Fuck G, your ass looks so good.” moaned with the biggest smile on my face, the realisation hitting me finally I was getting what I had been craving for, for so long.  

"You like the way, fuck, you like the way it jiggles" Georgia moaned, the head face down on the bed.

"So much" I say.

I moved my left hand to grip her ass. "You are actually so tight Georgia" I moaned as I began to thrust in and out faster and harder than before.

“All for you.” Georgia moaned. 

I began to speed up my thrusts, getting  faster and harder as I slammed into Georgia, sweat beginning to form on my forehead. This was the best feeling in the world, how nicely my dick went in and out of her pussy, such a hypnotic sight.

I placed my spare hand on her lower back getting a full grip of her lower body as I could feel myself getting closer and closer.

I didn't want this to end, the sensation I was feeling. The way her pussy swallowed my dick up so nicely, so perfectly. The way her ass rippled after every thrust, the noises leaving her mouth. It was truly a dream come true.

Every ripple her ass made caused my cock to twitch inside of her tight pussy. I reached over, placing my hand in her head, pushing her into the bed more and more. 

*Creampie*

There was nothing I could do. It was always going to happen as I felt my balls tighten and the sense of relief leaving my body as cum exploded out of my dick.

"Fuck Georgia, fuck, I'm cumming" I yelled as I spanked her ass for the first time as she pushed her ass against me, making me go as deep as possible.

“Mmm f-fuck.” Georgia moans. 

I pulled out, hypnotised by the way my cum slowly dripped out of her pussy.

"Fuck" I whispered to myself slapping her ass once again. 

I bite my lip and blush as Georgia reaches behind and guides me in her ass. I moan as she takes me deep inside her ass, Georgia gasps at the sudden full feeling.

I slowly thrust in and out of her. I move my hand from her back to gripping her hair, pulling it allowing me to go even deeper inside her. 

"Fuck this is amazing. You feel amazing, babe." I say softly as I use my spare hand and grip her ass.

The view of Georgia fidgeting from the pleasure, trying to grip any part of the bed/sheets she could as I continued to fuck her made me go even faster.

Watching as her ass rippled after each thrust, her fat ass bouncing off my thighs was a view I wouldn’t get tired of seeing. 

I move my hands and grip her hips and pull her into me. This causes me to go deeper inside her, making us both moan loudly in pleasure. 

"G I feel like I'm going to explode already." I moan, my thrusts becoming slower. 

"Cum all over my back. I want you to make a mess on my back." Georgia moaned, sweat dripping down her back. 

5 minutes pass, the only sounds in the room were our moans and my balls slapping against her skin. I moan as I slowly reach my high, i feel the sudden urge building up as I quickly pull out of Georgia's ass. 

"It's coming Georgia." I moan, and stroke my dick fast as I roughly grip her ass.

Backshot/ Cumshot: 

"F-Fuck." I moan, ropes of cum spurt and shoot out of my dick and coats Georgia's back. "Fuck Georgia." I spank her ass. "Your back is covered in cum baby." I giggle. 

"Fuck I love the way you painted my back." Georgia giggles,  Her back was still covered in my load. 

"Such a dirty slut." I moaned bringing her into a loving kiss. 

I bite my lip and spank her ass, Georgia moans as I spank her ass. She moans as I slap her ass again. I smirk and rub my dick through her cum filled pussy. 

Georgia moans as I slide my cock inside her tight ass. I moan as her ass immediately clenches around me. 

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand and wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pulled her hair. 

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Georgia squeaks out with each thrust. 

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask, teasing her. 

Georgia moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out." 

Georgia moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her ass faster and faster as I pull her hair.

I pull her close to me. We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her. 

"Shit I don't think I'll last long, babe. Ugh, your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure. 

Georgia giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

“Fill my ass daddy. Still me full with your cum.” Georgia moans. 

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her Ass was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

I moan loudly, my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. Georgia throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum.

"Ahh Georgia baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer. 

Georgia moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls as Georgia goes faster and faster. 

“Fuck Georgia baby-“ 

Creampie:

I’m not able to warn Georgia in time as I shoot my cum deep inside her ass. Filling her up to the brim, some dripping out and down her leg. 

“Fuck baby, I’m sorry I couldn’t warn you. I’ve filled you up so much.” I giggled at the sight I had created inside her ass giving her one final spank. 

“Mm so much cum.” Georgia moaned. 

I smile, I lean down and kiss her deeply and lovingly. Georgia smiles against my lips and kisses back. 

“Lay on the bed baby.” I ordered. 

Georgia bites her lip and lays on the bed and lays on her back. She blushes even more as I grab a blind fold. I smirk and put the blind fold on her. 

I began to tease her pussy with my length, hitting her clit and putting my tip in and out of her entrance.

I giggle as Georgia cutely  moans and pouts, I bite my lip and slam my cock back inside her making her moan loudly in pleasure and gripping the sheets. 

I grip her thighs as I thrust in and out of her at a fast pace. “Fuck Y/n, you’re actually fucking huge.” She moaned as she adjusted to my size in this position.

Her head moved side to side as my thrusts sped up putting her through more pleasure. 

“F-Fuck Y/n, please keep going.” Georgia begged, as veins popped out of her neck. 

“Does it feel good, baby.” I asked as I held onto her right boob. 

“So so good, I’m close.” Georgia cries out in pleasure. 

“Beg me, why should you be allowed to cum.” I demanded. 

“Fuck I’ve been a good girl Y/n, your good girl please let me cum.” Georgia begged. 

“Okay, when you’re ready cum baby.” I agreed not wanting to tease her anymore. 

A few more hard thrusts I began to feel my balls tighten, also from the sight of Georgia’s tits bouncing up and down. I pulled her left leg up over my shoulder to give me more of an angle to go deeper into her pussy. 

Creampie: 

"Fuck." I shout at the same time as Georgia. We both begin to cum again at the exact same time, her juices leaking out of her pussy as I fill her up. Both of us becoming  moaning messes under each other's touch. 

I kiss her calf up and down as we help each other come down from our highs.

“Such a good girl for me." I whispered as I kissed Georgia’s body reaching her lips. 

I grab Georgia and pull her to the edge of the bed. I slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick.

I smirk, I lean down and kiss her. Georgia kisses back. Georgia still had the blindfold on so she still couldn’t see I rest my head against Georgia’s and kiss her as I slowly thrust in and out of her. 

*Georgia’s Pov* 

I moan as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. All I can see is the faint outline of Y/n’s movements. 

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me.

She really needed a release, I moaned and rested my head against hers. I wanted to see and watch this but it turned me on even more that she was making me wear a blind fold. 

Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before. 

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure. 

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure. 

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room.

Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet. It was a major turn on.

I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum. 

"Mmm, someone close?" Y/n asks seductively. 

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure. 

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickeys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. 

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan. 

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets.

Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot. 

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out. 

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure. 

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck. 

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. 

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. 

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure. 

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans. 

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. 

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure. 

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out.

I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go. 

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

“Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

 I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting Georgia know that I'm close to cumming. 

"Yes cum in me. Cum in me." Georgia moans begging for my load as I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls. 

"G-Georgia baby I'm gon-" I try to warn her in time but I'm unable to.

Creampie: 

I moan in pleasure and bust my load deep inside her. Georgia moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white. 

"Mmm fuck there's so much cum." Georgia moans in pleasure. 

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss as the last of my cum oozes inside her. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. 

Thick cum oozes out of her and drips down her thigh and onto the bed.

“Fuck there's so much cum deep inside me." Georgia moans in pleasure as my cum oozes inside her. I smile and tell the blind fold off her. 

I smile and kiss her. "Mmm fuck baby, your pussy feels  like heaven." I moan. 

Georgia giggles and kisses back. "Mmm you have amazing dick game." 

I smile and kiss her. “Are you sure that was okay?” 

Georgia smiles and nods. “Yeah that was perfect.” She giggles. “That was something New.”