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kiwriteswords · 2 months ago

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Our Secret Moments in Crowded Rooms [Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader] *

Ki2k Masterlist||MainMasterlist (not updated, sorry!)|| Ao3||Word Count: 2.5k|| AN: Combined a little thirsty thursday smut with 5+1 weekend prompt for one of my last Ki2k fics! ||Requests are still open for Ki2k!!

Tags/Warnings: female reader, sexting, nudes, 5+1, mdni, smutty themes, sexual themes, bau!reader, lingerie, implied age gap

Summary: Five times you send Aaron Hotchner a dirty text message, and the one time he sends you one.

The first time you did it was in the bustling conference room, everyone’s attention had been squarely focused on Erin Strauss, who was remotely detailing the future financial directions for the BAU.

Hotch sat with his usual impeccable posture at the head of the table, a fortress of professionalism.

The entire team--Rossi, Derek, Emily, JJ, Penelope, and Spencer--were present, occasionally exchanging weary glances or stifled yawns. The atmosphere was stifling with budget talk and strategic projections.

You, well aware of how mundane these meetings could be, decided to add a spark of excitement.

From across the table, you could see Hotch’s phone next to his notepad, the screen innocently dark. Remembering the daring photo you had snapped the night before--just a little something in very revealing lingerie--you couldn’t resist.

Quietly, with a mischievous smile, you selected the photo and sent it to him, your heart thumping with a mix of nervousness and thrill.

The moment the phone buzzed, Hotch’s hand moved reflexively to check it, a motion masked by the table. His expression, typically unreadable, faltered for a split second as he viewed the message. His eyes widened imperceptibly, a flush creeping up his neck--an uncommon sight. He locked the phone quickly, placing it face down with more force than necessary, his fingers tensing around the edges.

Rossi, sitting beside him, noticed the subtle change. Leaning closer under the guise of discussing the budget, he whispered with a hint of amusement, "Rough numbers, Aaron?"

Hotch, catching himself, gave Rossi a small nod and a wry, controlled smile, "Something like that," before turning his attention back to Strauss.

From the corner, Derek watched the exchange with a raised eyebrow, leaning back in his chair as he murmured to Emily, "Seems like the budget's more interesting than we thought." Emily covered a chuckle with her hand, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Penelope, ever the sleuth for gossip, shot you a knowing look from across the table, her interest clearly piqued. Spencer, on the other hand, looked from one person to another, confused by the sudden shift in dynamics but deciding it was just another quirk of team interactions he'd yet to understand.

As the meeting wrapped up, Hotch stood, adjusting his suit jacket with a nervous energy. Passing by you, he murmured low enough for only you to hear, "Nice photo," a stern look on his face but his tone warm with appreciation.

The second time, with a sly smile, you observed Hotch through the glass window of his office, his face etched with stress as he furiously penned down reports. The deep lines on his forehead spoke volumes of the pressure he was under. Inspired to ease his burden and inject a spark of youthfulness into his day, you knew just the trick to divert his attention and perhaps elicit a more relaxed expression.

Pulling out your phone, you crafted a risqué text, teasing and bold:

"If I were there right now, those reports wouldn't be the only thing spread out on your desk..."

Your fingers hesitated only a moment before sending it, your heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and mischief. You then fixed your gaze on him, watching as his intense focus on the reports was interrupted by the buzz of his phone.

Hotch paused, his hand reaching automatically for the device. He read your message, and for a moment, he seemed frozen; the pen halted mid-air. Then, slowly, a smile creased his usually stern face, and he shook his head in disbelief at your audacity. The stress lines seemed to smooth as his eyes lit up with a mix of amusement and something more intense, more fiery.

After a brief moment, his fingers began to move rapidly over the screen. You waited, curious and a bit nervous about what his reply might entail. The phone buzzed in your hand, and you glanced down to read his response. The words on the screen were shockingly bold and flirtatious:

“Promise to handle me with more care than those reports? Because that’s an offer I’d hate to file away for later.”

Hotch was playing along, stepping up to your challenge with a surprising flair.

Looking up, you caught his gaze through the window. He was watching you, a smug smirk replacing the usual stoic expression. His eyes twinkled with mischief, clearly pleased with the exchange. The atmosphere between you, charged with a playful yet palpable tension, promised more daring banter and perhaps some interesting developments once the workday ended.

The third time, the BAU team was scattered across hotel rooms, weary from a long day on a challenging case. With the set protocol firmly in place, you and Hotch had separate rooms to maintain professionalism while on duty. But knowing the kind of pressure Hotch was under, especially after the particularly tough day he'd had, you felt a compassionate urge to offer him a bit of a reprieve--even if it was a bold move given your agreement.

As you settled into the solitude of your room, you remembered Hotch’s tense expression earlier that evening; his jaw set firm, his eyes shadowed with the weight of the day. The image spurred a mischievous yet caring idea.

With a quiet resolve, you decided to take a daring step to ease his stress. You took a moment to set the scene in your dimly lit room, ensuring the ambiance was just right, subtle yet inviting. Then, with a deep breath, you snapped a tasteful yet undeniably sexy nude photo of yourself, one that accentuated your curves and held an artistic flair.

You hesitated for a moment, considering the implications, but your desire to lighten his mood won out. You sent the photo to Hotch with a simple, flirty message attached:

“Wish you were here...”

Minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last as you awaited his response. Finally, your phone buzzed. Hotch’s reply was succinct, yet it carried a depth of emotion that was rare for him to express in words:

“Thank you, that means a lot right now. We *definitely* need to discuss vacation plans soon.”

Though brief, his message conveyed a warmth and appreciation that reassured you. It was clear your gesture had touched him, perhaps more because of the sentiment behind it than the photo itself. It was a small, intimate exchange, but it reinforced the deep connection between you, straddling the line between professional boundaries and personal support.

The fourth time, was after a fight.

If you were asked what even started the fight, you’re not sure you could remember. It was that silly.

As the tension from the silly argument lingered in the air of your shared apartment, you could feel the heaviness of Hotch's aggravation from the other room. Despite the trivial nature of the disagreement, his mood had soured, a rare occurrence that left the atmosphere charged with a silent stiffness.

Knowing you had already moved past the disagreement and sensing that the prolonged silence was doing neither of you any favors, you decided it was time to lighten the mood and mend fences in a way that would catch him off-guard yet remind him of the deeper bond you shared.

With a playful resolution, you typed out a message from the comfort of the living room while he remained secluded in the study. Your fingers danced over the phone’s keyboard with a flirty intention:

“Truce? I’m wearing the smile you gave me...and not much else. Come and make sure it stays on?”

You hit send, a small smile playing on your lips as you anticipated his reaction, hoping to dissolve the remnants of his frustration.

It didn’t take long for the sound of shifting furniture to reach your ears, followed by the soft but rapid footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, and Hotch stood there, a slight smile breaking through his earlier demeanor. His eyes softened, humor mixed with affection warming his gaze as he took in your playful stance.

“I suppose that’s an offer too good to ignore,” he responded, the tension melting away as he stepped into the room, extending his hand in a peace offering and a promise of a heartfelt reconciliation.

The fifth time was a present of sorts--a prelude to the actual gift.

For Hotch’s birthday, you had planned something extra special to end the day on a memorable note. Knowing he would be in the office later than usual due to a crucial meeting, you seized the opportunity to prepare a surprise that was sure to delight him.

After slipping out of work a bit early, you ventured to a boutique and selected a stunning piece of lingerie, intricately designed and bold, perfect for the occasion.

Once home, you carefully arranged the lingerie, adorning yourself as if you were a gift needing unwrapping. The silky fabric felt luxurious against your skin, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement at the thought of his reaction.

However, as time ticked by and Hotch’s meeting dragged on longer than you expected, the initial thrill began to wane, replaced by impatient anticipation.

To regain the spark and signal to Hotch the evening awaiting him, you positioned yourself in front of the bedroom mirror. The reflection that stared back at you was enticing--a playful yet irresistible invitation.

You snapped a suggestive photo, the angle and lighting accentuating the curves and contours hugged by the lace and silk. Attaching a flirty message, you sent it to him:

“Hurry home...your birthday present is waiting to be unwrapped.”

Moments later, your phone buzzed with his response, his words fueling your anticipation further:

“That’s the best motivation to end this meeting early. Save me some wrapping to tear into when I get there.”

His message, a perfect blend of tease and affection, reassured you that the evening would be as thrilling as you had envisioned.

Now, all that was left was the waiting, each minute stretching out with the promise of the celebration to come.

Your fingers raced over the phone’s keyboard, your tone playful and a bit teasing. Deciding to cross the line even further, you hoped this would be good motivation to hurry up and get here:

"I might start without you...Can’t promise I’ll be patient much longer."

You were surprised when you saw the next message come in just as soon as you sent yours, meaning he was watching and waiting for your next move.

"Now, that would be a crime. Give me 20 minutes. I'm leaving now."

Now, this could be fun. You chuckled softly, the excitement tingling through you as you typed another message, hinting at the evening's impending delights.

"20 minutes? I guess I’ll just have to find some way to occupy myself...Maybe I’ll start with the ribbon."

Twenty minutes? You knew very well the apartment was more-like thirty minutes away and Mister-I-Don’t-Go-That-Much-Above-The-Speed-Limit wouldn’t test that tonight.

"Hold off on that ribbon. I want the full experience of unwrapping my gift. Consider it an order from your unit chief."

The reply was quick, infused with affection and a hint of mischief. You toyed with the edge of the lingerie, truly wishing time travel was a thing right now. You took a deep, shuttering breath and decided to be patient. It was his birthday, after all.

“Yes, sir! I’ll be here...waiting and ready for inspection."

Poking the buttons had seemed to become your specialty. You knew if you wanted him here quicker, you might as well stop texting, but this game was far too fun.

"Stay just like that. I’m rushing home. And, just so you know, you’ve already made this the best birthday yet."

Although you had already made the unknowing promise to fulfill his birthday dreams tonight, you knew now to amp it up a little--following through with that best birthday ever.

And then there was the one time that Aaron Hotchner truly---yes, truly, surprised you.

He always surprised you, to be fair. His intelligence, his thoughtfulness, his quick-wit...all of it.

But his ability to adapt to sexting? At work?! Now, this was a surprise.

It was a slow afternoon at the office, and the BAU team had just wrapped up a case. You were busily organizing files at your desk when your phone vibrated subtly beside your keyboard.

Expecting a mundane work-related message or perhaps a reminder, you were surprised to see Hotch's name lighting up the screen. Curiosity piqued, you swiped open the message, your eyebrows rising in surprise at the content.

"Thinking about last night...can't get it out of my mind. How do you manage to do that?"

Flashbacks of last night passed by in your brain. It was a great night, you can’t deny that. A day of tension that turned into some perfect stress relief--stress relief that went on for quite a long time, mind you.

You glanced around to ensure no one was peering over your shoulder before replying:

"I could ask you the same. But I’m glad it's stuck with you. Keeps the day interesting, doesn't it?"

There was a short pause during which you continued your work, albeit with a slightly distracted air. Soon, your phone vibrated again.

You couldn’t believe your eyes; he was truly sexting you.

In the middle of the workday.

In the middle of the BAU.

"Very interesting...and speaking of interesting, what if I told you I’m looking forward to more? Might even have a surprise for you tonight."

The vague hint at something more made your heart skip a beat. The tension between your legs began to grow too, suddenly wanting--needing some friction.

You tapped out a response, your fingers moving swiftly over the phone’s keypad:

“Now you’ve made me curious...and a little impatient. Should I be preparing anything?"

And horny. You wanted to reply.

"Just yourself. Maybe wear that necklace I like--and nothing else."

Holy shit. You looked around and life was funny this way. The rest of the world continuing on as if you weren’t sitting here ready to run up and fuck Aaron Hotchner in the middle of the work day. You knew you couldn’t, but the idea...the idea kept crossing your mind. Just like you crossed your legs in hopes it would help with the sudden ache that sat there.

"Consider it done. I’m counting the minutes until I can see what you’ve planned."

You could almost hear his deep, even tone through the text, serious yet playful. The conversation was uncharacteristically bold for Hotch, especially during work hours, showing a side of him that rarely came out in the open. This unexpected twist in your routine day made the hours seem to drag as anticipation built.

"Count faster. I’ll be home by seven."

You were sure that sexting with Hotch was by far your new favorite thing.

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captain-bubble-wrap · 3 months ago

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Hiiii i have a request from your list if you take any at the moment.

10.. "You bought me flowers?"

Maybe Quinn x reader and he brings her glowers just because and shes overwhelmed because she never really had anyone doing that for her (besides her parents on birthdays or something) but never romantically!!

Sorry this took so long! I had two requests come in the same day I combined both prompts. 🩷

You had laid down on your sofa about two hours ago. It had been a kind of throw-away day with Quinn traveling back to Vancouver after finishing a long road series. They had encountered some bad weather and their flight had been delayed, so you had decided to catch up on some sleep while you waited for him to get back to the city since it seemed like it was going to be a late night. However, you had left your phone on the kitchen counter with the volume off, having gone to the movies the night before, so you hadn't heard any of his text notifications.

My Huggy Bear: They're finally letting us take off. I'll message you when we touch down. I love you. (2:32am)

My Huggy Bear: Have I mentioned enough that I've missed you? (2:17am)

My Huggy Bear: Oh, I said I'd message you when we got back, didn't I? 😅 (2:17am)

My Huggy Bear: I do, though, I miss you a lot. I'll be home soon. (2:25am)

My Huggy Bear: I'm guessing you fell asleep. I'm jealous. Turbulence is too bad for me to get to sleep. (2:37am)

My Huggy Bear: I'm going to leave you alone so these messages don't wake you. I love you. (2:41am)

My Huggy Bear: Finally back in BC, babe. (8:12am)

My Huggy Bear: I'm going to come by in a bit if you don't care. (8:55am)

Apparently, your body thought when you laid down that it wasn't just for a simple nap. It would be morning before you finally woke up, and that was because of the sound of your doorbell going off. Slowly, you put your feet down on the ground and shuffled to the door. Having not seen any of Quinn's messages, or even what time it was, everything was such a blur. Through the peep-hole, you'd make out Quinn's figure standing on your porch.

"Oh, hi baby," you yawned after opening the door and struggling to function after waking so abruptly.

He just looked at you and smiled, though he himself, was just as groggy as you were. "Good morning, babe."

You opened your arms for a hug and you both nearly stumbled through the door, "I'm so glad you're home!"

"So am I," he chuckled, holding on to you with his one free arm. "Did I wake you up?"

"It's okay, I didn't aim to fall asleep on the sofa, but I guess I did anyways."

"Ah, so I'm guessing you didn't see my messages."

When the two of you parted ways, you'd close the door and turn back towards him. "I never heard my-- I must have left it somewhere! I'm sorry baby!"

Again, he smiled as he watched you move about and wake up in stages. He knew you'd never ignore him on purpose (as least he hoped not) but he appreciated that you acknowledged when you had missed them. "I didn't expect you to stay awake until we landed. It's okay." Quinn stepped forward and gave you a kiss. That was when the scent of floral hit you.

"Oh, I got you something this morning," he added, bringing the bouquet up from his side. You somehow hadn't noticed, likely because of your sleepy state.

"You bought me flowers?" You asked, shocked by the gesture. "Quinny, they're beautiful!"

"I'm glad you like them," he confessed, watching as you brought them to your nose. "I just wanted to get you something, as an apology for not getting home when I wanted to."

Following a deep inhale of the fresh flowers, you'd look at Quinn concerned, "You didn't owe me an apology, baby! You can't help the weather! I'm just glad you're safe! That's all that matters to me."

"Still, I should get them for you more often. I know how much you like them."

You'd smile at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You're so sweet, but you don't have to!"

"I'll see what I can do," he winked, his forehead against yours. "I love you."

His confession took your breath away with how he had said it. His voice was low; that sleepy tone that always drove you wild. "I love you, too, Quinn. So much!"

You both would share a series of kisses --slow and passionate-- that expressed just how much you both had missed the other.

"Do you mind if I stay here with you today?" He mumbled, his lips still close to yours.

\"Of course not!"

"I don't want to drive home."

You pouted, "I don't want you to leave." In reality, you never wanted him to leave when you were together, but it was nice when he asked you if he could stay.

"Come lay down with me?"

"I'll meet you in there. I need to get these into water first." You'd give him the softest kiss to his pouty lips before he would let you walk away from him. Quinn wouldn't wander into the bedroom like you thought. Instead, he'd follow you into the kitchen and hover just over your shoulder while you worked. His arms wrapped around your waist, his lips painting kisses behind your ear and down your neck. He wasn't trying to distract you, and in truth, it would take you a lot longer to transfer the bouquet to a vase than it should have, but Quinn was always a welcomed hindrance.

"I just missed you," he whispered. "I hate being gone for so long now. It didn't affect me until I met you."

Your hands found his at your stomach, as you laid your head back on his shoulder, "I'm sorry, baby."

"Don't be. I just love you. Makes coming back to you so much nicer," he smiled as he spoke, placing one last kiss to your temple before letting you go. "That's enough sad confessions for one morning, yeah?"

You nodded, "Mhm, let's go lay down. I'll make a late lunch after."

"I'd like that, baby. Thank you."

- - -

The weeks following Quinn returning from the 6-game stretch had brought with them numerous surprises. He spent more time at your house than his apartment, more of this things dotted your place than ever had before, and most unexpected of them all were the weekly flower arrangements that showed up "just because", as he put it. He had told you that he would try to get them for you more often, and you should have known better that he wasn't talking to just hear his own voice. Sure enough, at some point through the week, on the road or in Vancouver, Quinn had flowers delivered to you with cute little love notes attached.

Your house smelled like a flower shop and was beginning to look like one as well. Each room had a vase and every time you saw one of them, butterflies tickled your heart and stomach. You hoped that Quinn knew how much each and every one of them meant to you and the meaning they held. He seemed to like them as well, always making small compliments on how nice a certain flower smelled or liking where you had placed one within the house.

He was becoming your Disney prince right before your eyes.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes one shot #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes fic #hockey imagine #hockey oneshot #hockey fanfiction #hockey fic #💌maven's love notes

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freeuselandonorris · 3 months ago

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honestly would kill to see your take on any kink ever, but I must admit I haven't been able to get your thoughts on electrostim out of my mind since you shared them so. that one. (+camshow if you're feeling it 👀)

ps.: I did have a good festive season, and I hope you did too!! 🫶🫶

glad to hear it! 🫰 mine has been. mixed. but mostly good thank u!

obviously could not resist this one. enjoy oscar being the stone cold freak for once!

Lando had asked to see it, mainly because he didn’t entirely believe Oscar was telling the truth.

Oscar was cool and everything. Funny, with a saucy mouth on him once you got to know him. But you had to admit the guy came off as — well. Vanilla.

So when they’d gotten pissed together on leftover Moët in Lando’s suite and Oscar had picked up the TENS machine Jon had left in there, turned it over in his hands and said, “are you into electrostim?” in tones of nervous delight, Lando hadn’t even considered it might be some sort of weird sex thing.

What the fuck is electrostim? he’d asked, tipping the remnants of his glass down his throat, which meant he didn’t notice Oscar’s horrified expression for a few seconds.

“Nothing,” Oscar said quickly, but by that point Lando had clocked the blush spreading rapidly across his cheeks and perked right up. Even then, he’d figured it was something embarrassing, but not — that.

He’d not believed it, when Oscar explained it. How you could wire up the same kind of machine Jon used to zap the cramps out of his aching thighs and stick it round your cock. Not that Oscar said it so brazenly. There was a lot of umm-ing and err-ing, a lot of vague hand gestures and stuttering, before Lando got the picture.

“Fuck off,” Lando said when Oscar finished stammering out the barest of explanations. “Really? You?”

”Jesus, Lando,” Oscar said, somewhere between exasperated and indignant.

“I bet you a hundred quid you can’t,” Lando said.

Oscar shrugged. “Believe what you like.”

Lando, whose impulse control was bad at the best of times and even worse combined with half a bottle of champagne and a burgeoning stiffy, picked the machine up from where Oscar had dropped it onto the coffee table and held it out. “Show me?”

Oscar gaped at him. He was redder than Lando had ever seen him, but he didn’t look mad or anything. Just — blindsided, maybe.

“Not now,” Oscar said eventually. His voice came out in a kind of croak, and he cleared his throat before he spoke again. “Maybe — maybe some other time.”

Lando knew a brush-off when he saw one, so he shrugged and changed the subject and tried not to feel too mortified about it. Oscar made his excuses after another glass, sloped off to his own bedroom, and Lando put the whole embarrassing affair out of his mind.

When his phone buzzed a week later with a text from Oscar, he had to read it twice before he understood it.

Osc 19:48 Hey. I took a video if you’re still interested. No worries if not, don’t want to pressure 🙂

Lando breathed out hard through his nose, blinking at his phone.

lando 19:50 thats the politest sext i’ve ever had yeh i am pls

Osc 19:51 🙄 it was hardly a sext [video attached]

The thumbnail was blurry, a flash of maroon and some squiggles that might be wires. Lando swallowed hard, thumb hovering over the play button. He tapped it.

”Okay,” Oscar’s voice came from the phone’s speaker, quiet. Lando kicked the volume up a couple of notches, watching a confusion of movement. Oscar’s torso, clad in his usual plain t-shirt, and a pair of khaki knee-length shorts, open at the waist. The wires Lando had spotted led out to a hand-held control box, similar to the one Jon used but a different model.

On-screen, Oscar cleared his throat. “Had it on for five minutes or so already,” he said. His voice was a little shaky, like he was nervous. He swallowed audibly before he spoke again. “So I’m a little — I’m already, you know.” A soft laugh. “Sorry, don’t know how well I’ll be able to, um, talk you through it. Let me just — I’ll just show you.”

He exhaled, audibly steeling himself, and Lando felt himself mirror the action unconsciously. His hands were sweating enough to worry he might drop his phone. He swore under his breath and hit pause on Oscar, heading through to his bedroom and flopping back onto the bed. After a moment’s deliberation, he shoved his own shorts down to mid-thigh. He wasn’t hard yet, but — well. Better to have the option.

He hit play. Oscar-on-the-screen hummed thoughtfully and then the screen blurred again. Some scuffling sounds that made Lando wince, the screen going briefly dark and then bleaching light again until Oscar came back into focus from the neck down to mid-thigh, standing in what looked like his bathroom with the camera, presumably, propped on the sink.

“Right, that’s better,” Oscar said, and breathed out again, a short sharp exhalation. “Okay, here goes.”

He put the control box down, out of shot, and visibly straightened his spine before he pushed his shorts down. No boxers. Oscar, Lando thought admiringly. I wouldn’t have thought you had it in you.

It took the camera a few moments to focus, but when it did, Lando bit back a groan. Oscar’s cock was thick, semi-hard, and covered in wires. A thick black loop of it cinched tight around the base, and another snug beneath the head of his cock, trailing a black wire.

“Had it on low,” Oscar said. “I’ll turn it up a bit.”

His hand reached out of frame and adjusted something, and he gasped. His cock jerked, filling out in front of Lando’s wide eyes. Oscar made a soft noise, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he adjusted something else that made his cock jump again, a tiny rhythmic pulse.

“Ah,” Oscar said. “That’s — about halfway now. Feels pretty intense.”

He adjusted himself with one hand, pulling the top loop of wire a little tighter with the plastic toggle tucked up tight beneath the head. His long fingers hovered for a second, like he was struggling not to jack himself off, help things along.

Lando let out a string of curses beneath his breath and grabbed himself. He thumbed at the bottom of the screen to bring up the playback bar. Jesus, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way through yet.

He watched Oscar’s cock get harder, bobbing in midair. Lando tuned himself into it after a minute or so. He could tell when Oscar adjusted the intensity of the current by the way Oscar’s cock flushed red, jolting against his belly, the veins on the underside pulsing beneath his foreskin.

Still, it made him gasp when Oscar’s cock blurted thin clear liquid. It trickled down the side of his cock and dropped out of sight.

“Yep,” Oscar said tightly. “Yeah, it’s. Getting good now.”

“Oh my God, Oscar,” Lando said to his empty room, voice shocked and shaking.

Oscar hummed again, a low rumble in his chest. When he spoke again, it sounded like an effort. “Sometimes it makes me, uh. I think it stimulates my bladder or something, so — just to warn you.”

Lando let out a shuddering breath, blinking hard at the screen. This was insane. Both of them had clearly lost their minds. He wondered, for a brief paranoid second, whether this was some sort of sophisticated deepfake scam and he was going to have his bank account emptied or his DMs leaked yet again. But no, Oscar had said it to his face.

“Right,” Oscar’s voice came over the speaker. “Gonna take it up another notch. It’s getting — it’s strong now.”

Lando could hear it now. A faint ticking sound, barely there, pulsing in time to the jerk of Oscar’s swollen cock. Oscar pulled up the hem of his t-shirt with one hand and clenched his abs, gasping.

“Ah, jeez,” Oscar gritted out, and on the screen, his cock jumped and let out a spurt of liquid. It spattered wet against his stomach, dripping down. Too far away from the camera to be able to see what it was.

Lando curled his toes into the bedding. He was wanking furiously now, skin slapping against skin sounding overly loud in the room compared to the processed sound of Oscar’s heavy breaths. On the screen, Oscar’s cock was pulsing rhythmically, drooling clear liquid with every movement. Little droplets ran down the shaft, dripping to the floor. The hem of Oscar’s t-shirt had fallen down again when he’d let go of it, and it was dark and damp. Lando found himself wanting to suck it clean.

”Not—” Oscar’s breath hitched on a moan. “Not long now.”

You’re telling me, Lando thought wildly, squeezing himself around the base to try to calm himself down. He was panting, thighs flexing with the need to come, but Oscar hadn’t yet, and he wanted to see it.

“Okay,” Oscar was saying on the screen, more to himself than the camera. “Gonna — gonna turn it up to max now, and that’ll probably do it.”

He reached out then and picked up the phone, bringing it closer to his straining cock. As the camera moved, Lando caught a glimpse of his face, red and shining with sweat.

“Ready?” Oscar’s voice came over the speakers, and Lando moaned at the shock of being directly addressed.

Oscar reached his other hand out to the control unit, and Lando saw his thighs clench, his cock lurch violently.

“Oh, fuck,” Oscar rasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

He came, untouched and messy, spraying across his t-shirt. Before he knew it, Lando was coming too, letting it get all over his own stomach as Oscar’s ragged gasps echoed in his ears.

Lando stopped coming before Oscar did. Oscar’s cock was red and angry-looking, still spurting thin liquid every few seconds as his thighs shook visibly. Then the screen tilted dizzily, and the video stopped.

Lando stared at the screen, shell-shocked. His brain felt like it had been hollowed out.

“Fucking hell,” he croaked to the phone. He wanted to laugh, slightly hysterical. Instead he wiped his sticky hand on his shirt and swiped out of the video, back to his message thread with Oscar.

lando 20:03 omfg wow

A second later, Lando’s phone vibrated, but there was no reply in his thread with Oscar. Instead, there was a notification from his bank. Lando opened it.

Oscar Piastri has requested funds! Oscar Piastri has requested £100.00 GBP. Message from recipient: “Told you so.” Accept request to transfer funds?

#trying to format this on tumblr mobile took almost as long as writing it #i am having A Day so these have been a wonderful distraction #ln4 #op81 #mctwinks #kink generator prompt fics #piss tag #prompt fill #answered

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hiitsm · 10 months ago

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Beneath the Surface: The Fourth Piece

Beneath the Surface is for 18+ only.

Angst, Hurt, Fluff & Smut is included in this Fourth Piece.

Other parts of Beneath the Surface: The Broken Heart Pieces

As Alexia walks out of the airport, a wave of weariness washes over her. The Nike shooting in Paris had been enjoyable, but the long hours of travel for just a brief two-hour shoot, followed by hurried rest at the hotel, left her feeling drained.

Yet amidst the fatigue, her mind couldn't help but dwell on you.

You are her constant thought.

You are her deepest desire.

You are all she truly needs.

However, you are also the one that she has hurt deeply.

As Alexia reached for her suitcase, a tired sigh escaped her lips, but before she could dwell on her thoughts, a message from her sister Alba popped up. Alba was asking her to come over quickly because she had a date and was in need of outfit advice. Despite her exhaustion, Alexia couldn't resist the opportunity to help her sister and perhaps enjoy some bonding time over this special evening she imagined Alba would have.

Standing in front of her sister's door, Alexia took a moment to gather herself. She knew Alba preferred a warning before she entered, so she opted to knock despite having a key. With a deep breath, she summoned a smile and tapped gently on the door.

Within moments, the door swung open, but instead of the worried expression Alexia had anticipated due to outfit stress, Alba greeted her with a mix of quiet irritation and underlying anger, a perplexing combination that Alexia couldn't quite decipher on her sister.

"Come in, tat," Alba said tersely, bypassing the usual hug that signaled something was amiss. Alexia followed her sister into the living room, feeling a sense of unease settle in as she tried to read the unfamiliar look on Alba's face.

As Alexia stepped into Alba's immaculately clean apartment, she couldn't help but feel surprised. Not a single piece of clothing lay on the ground, contrary to what she had expected. "Aren't you stressed about your date?" Alexia asked, concerned for her younger sister's unusually tense demeanor. Alba responded with a deep, irritated sigh.

"¿Qué pasa? ¿Por qué no estás feliz de verme?" Alexia asked quietly, her voice tinged with insecurity. It was unusual for Alba to become irritated so quickly, and Alexia couldn't help but wonder if she had inadvertently done something to upset her sister.

Alexia's thoughts were usually consumed by you.

By your presence.

By your feelings.

By your hurt.

But in this moment, all thoughts of you were absent.

She didn't ponder the lies she had told her mother and sister about the state of her relationship with you, nor did she dwell on the possibility that they might now know the truth.

That she had caused you pain.

It was a strange and unsettling realization that in this crucial moment, she wasn't thinking about you at all. A realization she couldn't afford not to have, especially now when it seemed most critical.

"Pensé en emparejar a mi hermana y mentir sobre ciertas cosas también," Alba scoffed, rolling her eyes at her sister. With each passing second, Alexia felt her irritation growing.

"What do you mean, lie?" she asked, her voice rising slightly in volume.

"Our mami called me last night, absolutely distressed, saying you lied about your relationship status and that y/n is really hurting," Alba shouted, unable to contain her emotions any longer.

Alexia felt a sinking feeling in her chest as her sister's words hit home. "This has been going on for weeks, maybe even months. ¿Alguna vez planeaste ser honesto con nosotros?" Alba's voice softened, filled now with hurt rather than anger.

"Do you realize how foolish I must have looked? I've been texting y/n about you, about us, about our family," Alba lectured her sister, her tone filled with a mix of frustration and concern.

"She kept responding so kindly, but I can only imagine how much she must have been hurting. Our mami still has pictures of the two of you up on her walls. When y/n needed a place to stay, she saw all those reminders. Can you imagine how that must have made her feel?"

As Alexia listened to her sister's words, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her own actions pressing down on her. She knew deep down that Alba was right, and that she deserved this lecture.

"And the most foolish thing is that you don't care. You don't care that those pictures are still up on the wall," Alba's words cut deep into Alexia's heart. It hurt her immensely because she did care.

She cared deeply about those pictures on her mother's wall.

She cared about you.

She cares about you a lot.

All she ever wanted was to make things right, never intending to hurt you so profoundly.

But now, faced with the consequences of her actions, she felt lost and overwhelmed, unsure of how to make amends.

"No, me importa. Realmente lo hago," Alexia confessed, tears threatening to spill from her eyes as she struggled to articulate her feelings. "I know I've been foolish," she admitted, her voice breaking completely. "I want to make it right," she gasped for air, overwhelmed with emotion. Alba, understanding her sister's pain, drew her close into a comforting embrace.

"Quiero hacerlo bien pero no sé cómo," Alexia murmured against her sister's shoulder, her voice muffled by tears.

"You need to start by being honest. Honest with us, but most importantly, honest with yourself," Alba spoke gently yet firmly, her words carrying the weight of disappointment and concern.

"The Putellas don't break someone's heart by writing a letter and disappearing without any explanation, by ghosting someone completely from their life," Alba's voice held a firm but caring tone, emphasizing her deep concern.

"I don't know how you can make this right, but I do know that y/n is still hurting a lot." Her words carried a weight of sadness and empathy, expressing the gravity of the situation.

"Pero te ayudaré a intentarlo," Alba added softly with a gentle sigh, offering her sister a glimmer of hope and support amidst the difficult conversation.

"Quiero intentarlo," Alexia said with determination in her voice.

"¡Bebita!" you hear softly at first, then more urgently. "¡Bebita, wake up!" The voice grows louder, accompanied by a gentle hand caressing your cheek. Reluctant to leave the comfort of your dream, you resist waking up, but eventually, your eyes flutter open.

You see your girlfriend leaning over you, her damp hair cascading slightly to one side after her post-training shower. The bed dips as she settles next to you, and a soft smile plays on her lips. "You're awake," she murmurs, her tone affectionate.

You stretch lightly before shifting your weight onto her lap, finding a comfortable position despite the awkwardness. "Hmm, someone's a little clingy," she teases, her voice tender.

"What time is it?" you ask in your raspy morning voice, a sound that she finds irresistibly attractive.

"It's a bit after 9 am," she replies, meeting your gaze with warmth in her eyes.

"How early was your training?" confusion lingers in your expression, prompting a chuckle from her.

"It was just a quick gym session by myself, bebita. I don't have team training today," she answers softly, knowing you'll appreciate the reassurance.

She lightly stroked your bare back, grounding you in the moment with a sensation that mirrored the dream you'd just left. Your cheeks flushed red with a hint of embarrassment, and you awkwardly shifted out of her embrace, pulling the covers up to your neck. Alexia looked up, concern flickering across her features.

"Are you cold, mi vida? Should I turn up the heating?" She moved towards the heater, ready to adjust it, but you quickly reassured her with a strange smile. "No, it's okay," you murmured.

"Okay, what's going on?" Her voice was gentle yet knowing. She crossed her arms, her eyebrow arching teasingly, a look that usually prompted you to spill everything. But today, you resisted, trying your best to compose yourself.

"Please, can you make me a coffee? I'll be there in a second," you said, your voice tinged with insecurity.

"Fine..." she acquiesced with a hint of mischief, darting away momentarily only to return to the bed in a flash, faster than your groggy state could anticipate. "But you're coming with me, amor," she declared, grinning mischievously as she wrested the covers from your grasp and swept them off the bed.

You lay there, uncertain of what to do next, feeling exposed under her appreciative gaze as she scanned your nearly naked body, your boxers clinging to your skin. Her eyes widened as they settled on the wet spot between your legs. Flustered, you instinctively covered yourself with your hand, cheeks burning crimson.

"Please, just leave," you pleaded softly, feeling vulnerable and overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion into your intimate moment.

"Did you..." Alexia began, unsure of how to react to the situation unfolding before her.

"It was just a dream with you in it, I promise," you responded quickly, attempting to reassure her.

Alexia felt a surge of arousal at the thought that you had a wet dream about her. Yet, seeing you shielding yourself from her view made her pause. You looked as though you didn't feel safe with her in that vulnerable moment. She knew about your past relationship, how toxic it had been with your previous partner. All she wanted now was to reassure you that everything was okay, that it was completely normal.

"It's okay," Alexia said softly, moving closer to you with a gentle touch. "It's completely normal, mi amor. You don't have to feel embarrassed with me. I'm here for you, and I want you to feel safe." She spoke with sincerity, hoping her words would offer you the comfort and reassurance you needed in that moment of vulnerability.

"You do believe me, right?" you asked, a hint of fear in your voice.

"I trust you, and I will always believe you, mi vida," Alexia reassured you with a soft smile, her touch bringing a sense of calmness back to you.

"Is it weird that I want you now?" you blurted out, cheeks flushing once more as the realization hit you.

Alexia gently cupped your cheeks in her hands. "No, that will never be weird. I want you now just as much as you want me," she said reassuringly before leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. Her touch and words filled you with warmth and a deep sense of acceptance, melting away any remaining insecurity or doubt.

The two of you lost yourselves in each other's kisses, the intimacy deepening with each tender touch. Alexia's body weight shifted slightly onto yours, her hands gently caressing your breasts, eliciting soft moans from you in response. Your hips instinctively lifted, seeking more friction, but Alexia was still partially seated on the bed, leaving you wanting.

The air was thick with desire and the sweet tension of longing as you both savored the closeness and the gentle exploration of each other's bodies.

Alexia grinned slightly as she pulled away, her finger trailing lightly over your body until it stopped at the wet patch on your boxers. "I love that view, amor," she murmured, her voice filled with appreciation for the slick contrast.

You looked at her and couldn't help but notice the desire in her eyes, which only heightened your own arousal. "Are you as turned on as me?" you asked, biting your lower lip suggestively.

Understanding your hint, Alexia teasingly pulled off her clothes, leaving on her Brazilian string. "Do you see that, mi vida?" she said cheekily, gesturing to herself.

You nodded eagerly, taking in the enticing sight. Unable to resist, your hand grazed over her underwear, feeling the slick fabric that mirrored your own arousal.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you in the gym," she whispered huskily into your ear, nibbling softly on your earlobe.

And then she was lying flush against your body, her weight pressing down gently as your legs spread instinctively. She began to grind against your core, the sensation of the barely-there fabric intensifying the pleasure for both of you.

You both knew that it wouldn't take long to reach that edge, to tip over into ecstasy together. The air was filled with anticipation and desire, each movement bringing you closer to the blissful release you both craved.

"Y/n..?" you heard from a distance. "Y/n..!" someone shook you gently, pulling you out of your reverie.

Blinking, you refocused on your colleague who looked at you with irritation. "God, where were you just now?" she sighed impatiently. "Please, keep it together and help us clear these tables."

You immediately snapped into action, feeling slightly embarrassed that you couldn't shake off the memory that had consumed your thoughts all day.

From waking up in the morning to commuting to work, and now at work itself, your mind had been fixated on that moment.

The moment when you had felt so safe and cherished with her.

With your girlfriend.

With your ex-girlfriend.

With Alexia.

For weeks after receiving that heartbreaking letter, your thoughts were consumed by her. You wrestled with the pain she caused, yet also cherished the memories of the beautiful moments you shared together.

You believed that confiding in Eli would bring you closure, but now you realize that closure remains elusive without understanding why Alexia chose to walk away.

Reflecting on it all, you find yourself caught between the bittersweet nostalgia of what was and the lingering ache of unanswered questions. Despite the passage of time, her absence still casts a shadow over your heart, leaving you yearning for clarity that seems just out of reach.

And then, to add to the confusion, someone walked in.

She bore a striking resemblance to your ex-girlfriend. Your heart skipped a beat, but you dared not raise your hopes any higher.

Yet, there she stood, your ex-girlfriend, looking unsure of herself, hands tucked nervously into her pockets.

She appeared smaller somehow, vulnerable.

At that moment, you realized you didn't want the answers anymore.

Confronting her seemed too painful now, her presence stirring up emotions you had tried to bury.

But despite your inner turmoil, your feet carried you towards her.

Your body ached for her, and if you were honest with yourself, so did your mind.

As you approached, uncertainty hung heavy in the air. The sight of her brought a flood of memories, both joy and heartache, that you weren't sure you were ready to face again.

"...Hi," she struggled to get the words out, her voice trembling with uncertainty. But you remained silent, unable to muster a response. You could only gaze at her with wide, conflicted eyes that held a mix of confusion and hurt.

"I was wondering if you would be willing to talk," she continued, her insecurity palpable, tugging at your heartstrings. You knew you would always have a soft spot for her.

"Not here, obviously," she hurriedly added, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment at her awkward statement. "But I knew you would be here sometime this week."

"It's okay," you managed to say, surprising yourself with the ease of your acceptance. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "I mean, I would like to," you added, your voice tinged with hope as you sought answers.

"Tonight at my place, 8 pm?" you asked tentatively, your gaze searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

"Si, I'll see you there," she replied determinedly, a hint of relief evident in her voice.

"Okay," you said softly, the weight of the moment sinking in.

"Okay," she echoed, standing awkwardly before finally saying, "Okay, see you tonight," and turning to leave, her awkwardness making you chuckle softly.

As she walked away, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation about what the evening would bring, hoping it would bring clarity and closure to the lingering questions in your heart.

As you made your way towards the dishes area of your workplace, preparing to immerse yourself in work once more, a subtle but unmistakable feeling washed over you.

It was as if the fourth broken piece of your heart lay right before you, waiting to be picked up and nurtured once again.

The weight of past memories and unresolved emotions lingered in the air, mingling with a sense of tentative hope for closure and healing.

Each step forward felt like a small leap towards reclaiming a part of yourself that had been left wounded and unattended for too long.

With a deep breath, you steeled yourself for the tasks ahead, knowing that tonight's meeting held the potential to mend what had been fractured and bring solace to a heart that had carried its pain for far too long.

Note: it took a bit longer than expected, but I hope you're still enjoying this series. There's more to come, and I'm looking forward to continuing the journey with you all.

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coraniaid · 6 months ago

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trick or treat!

This is a Kendra headcanon that I like a lot but that I'm not sure will ever make it into anything I'm writing.

So: Kendra occupies a pretty strange place in the wider setting of Buffy. She's the first Slayer other than Buffy we meet, but the show itself is pretty aggressively uninterested in her. After the two parter she's introduced in, she's not mentioned again until Becoming, when she comes back to be killed off. She'll only be mentioned a couple of times after her death. Years and years after the show ended, Joss Whedon retroactively gave her full name as "Kendra Young", even though Kendra herself tells Giles that "[she] has no last name".

And the little scraps of backstory we do get about Kendra don't really feel consistent with anything we learn about how Slayers and Potentials operate, either. Kendra was identified as a potential Slayer when she was very small, and her parents (apparently willingly) gave her up to be raised by her Watcher, a Mr Sam Zabuto. She's very, very rules-focused, and familiar not just with the Slayer handbook but with more general details of the supernatural (for example: she's read about Angel before, which Giles himself hadn't, and she can cite sources about the Order of Taraka that Giles seems not to have read).

Meanwhile, the Council didn't know anything about Buffy or Faith until they were both Called, as far as we can tell, and even Potentials like Season 7's Kennedy who were identified at a young age don't seem to have been treated much like Kendra. Kennedy was trained to use weapons, but she doesn't seem to have separated from her parents (at least not based on how she talks about her childhood to Willow) or expected to memorize the contents of multi-volume arcane texts that even a Watcher like Giles describes as being "a bit stodgy" (in fact she tells Willow that magic "seems like fairy tale crap", so her theoretical knowledge must be pretty limited). Something is strange about Kendra. She's not like the other Slayers.

Kendra herself tells Buffy that "[her] people" take Slaying very seriously and that she sent to live with her Watcher at such a young age that she "doesn't really remember" her parents. And ... okay, well, let's be honest: this is mostly just bad writing. It can be explained by a combination of the show trying to position Kendra as, at all levels, an opposite to Buffy [Buffy lives with her mom so Kendra doesn't; Buffy's parents don't know she's a Slayer so Kendra's do; Buffy dislikes studying so Kendra must excel at it; Buffy has friends and dates so Kendra can't, etc.] and not caring particularly if the results add up to anything consistent. And it can, more damningly, be explained by the Buffy writers' regular automatic assumption that non-white people living outside the USA are necessarily more "primitive" and more in touch with old, pre-modern traditions, that they are less interested in the happiness of the individual and more respectful of authority and in doing what is best for the collective. That Kendra's people are like the Incans who sacrified the girl who we only know as "Ampata" (not her real name, of course), or the Shadow Men who activated the First Slayer, or Jenny Calendar's Uncle Enyos (who explicitly contrasts the beliefs of his "tribe" to those of "the modern man").

But what if things were different? What if this wasn't just another example of the show's constant background racism?

As it happens, as early as Season 1 we were already introduced to a group of people who take Slaying very seriously and who pass knowledge of the supernatural and the occult down to their children. People who think of themselves as having "destinies" and who make "tiresome speeches about responsibility and sacrifice". What if this group is, unbeknowst to her, the people Kendra is refering to when she tells Buffy about "[her] people"? What if Kendra's parents were Watchers?

We know that the Council don't always identify Potential Slayers at a young age, but they did manage to identify Kendra, at a young enough age that being a Potential is practically all the life she knows. What could explain that better than if Kendra herself grew up surrounded by Watchers? As soon as they decided to start looking for nearby Potentials, they'd have found one practically under their feet.

What if Kendra's parents had been expecting to train her as a Watcher, but now found themselves having to face the fact she might be Called as a Slayer? What if that's why her training focused so much on reading books and studying theory; why it made her into somebody Buffy describes as a "she-Giles"? What if her parents were hoping that she would grow up never being Called, until she was old enough that she never would, and she could become the Watcher they were always hoping she would be?

Well, we might ask: why then does Kendra claim not to remember her parents? And why does she tell Giles she doesn't have a last name?

This is, in fact, something of a mystery in any case: if Kendra's parents knew she was a Potential and were happy for her to be raised by Watchers -- even if they weren't Watchers themselves -- why was it necessary for them to cut off all ties with her? Why did she have to be raised in isolation? It can't have been for secrecy, because these people would have known that Kendra was a Potential Slayer. Again, this isn't something we see the Council insist on for any other Potential Slayer. Was there some ulterior reason that Kendra couldn't be allowed to know who her parents were, or to talk to people who might have known them?

Well, remember what Quentin Travers accuses Giles of having in Helpless: "a father's love for the child ... and that is useless to the cause". How might somebody like Travers reacted to finding out that a Watcher had potentially given birth to a Slayer? Would he trust them to raise her? Would he allow it?

What if, instead of cheerfully giving her up, Kendra's Watcher parents -- or perhaps parent, singular -- had to agree to raise her as if she wasn't theirs, just to prevent the Council from swooping in and taking her away? What if the reason Kendra thinks she hasn't got a last name is that, if she'd remembered what it was, she'd have noticed it was the same as somebody else she knew? What if, while Buffy had a Watcher she often thought of as a father even though they weren't biologically related, and who was punished for being too much of a father figure, Kendra had a Watcher who was related to her, but who was under Council orders not to tell her that he was?

What if "Kendra Young" was born "Kendra Zabuto"?

#btvs #asks #thanks!

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edenspoem · 1 year ago

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Vampire Ellie has a chock hold over me. Because if I had to die and the way I was going to was Ellie sucking me out, then I’m sat and ready

vampire!ellie lulling you into a blurscape from below the beltline. not to use you; rather, to ease the daytime troubles weighing your conscience and to satiate her blood drive. a win-win.

large text vers . masterlist . DAILY CLICK . IMPORTANT TLOU POST . PALESTINE INFO

18+ !!! SMUT !!!

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no bcus imagine the way you go out (pass out if you aren't that committed) is by ellie seating her pale, lusty-lidded face between your spread legs, womanhandiling the hind of your knees apart enough to tense your hamstrings, and latching those ridged pearls in the meat your thigh— free hand playing about your pussy. got her thumb extended to grind your clit and her dual toying fingers stuffed past your pussy lips, drawing so much cum at the bottom of your relaxed slit from incalculable orgasms (you're too blissed out to even follow count, or perhaps it's the volume of your blood swilled into her body by now). minutes ago, her pink tongue was lapping nastily at your gleaming folds and teasing her sharp teeth along your folds in repeated strokes, so the liquids painting her face are a mix of crimson and sleek, streaks lining her lips, tainting her nose, staining her chin— a delectable combination, in her delirious mind. unsheathes her fangs and peaks above your pussy hill every so often to check if you've succumb to a darkened haze yet, softly encouraging you if that case is still found cold, "ts' just me babe, you can give in. that's it— oh, there you go.." presses her thumb further into the bloated bud when your eyes begin to husk over, the misty sight of auburn and near-white waning as you drowse, slow as molasses, "focus on my fingers, mhm. good girl, good— gonna' mark you somewhere else now, kay?" affirming so kindly, kinder when you watch a blurry line tug into the semblance of a crooked smile, staring at you. and she's so handsy; open mitt traveling up to cradle your slumped head. massages the swells of your cheek right as a weak wince flutters off your lips, a reaction to her teeth claiming purchase upon your opposing thigh, tiny suckles fade in your hearing as you finally lapse into sedation.

told you vampire!ellie brainrot is occuring

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liliasenbyhusband · 1 month ago

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Play stupid games

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Joanne x reader (company, f!Bobbie)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI!! Mentions of alcohol, going to a club, actual smut, public teasing, someone persistently flirting with reader and reader being uncomfortable and I think that’s it??

Tags: longing, established friendship between reader, Joanne and the others, jealousy, possessiveness, angst, reader being down bad. Service top!reader and bossy bottom!Joanne, hickeys, eating out (J receiving), Joanne’s first time with a woman, that’s all I think.

Notes: First of all thank you to the wonderful @imorynn for beta reading this for me and cheering me on and giving me confidence while I wrote this🫶🏻🫂!!

Second of all I haven’t written smut in years folks so.. I’m a bit rusty.. I hope it’s still enjoyable. Please let me know if there is anything I forgot to tag/put in the warnings.

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Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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Chapter 3: Bobbie’s fun night out

Your next two weeks had been hectic to say the least, your work had suddenly ramped up both in difficulty and volume. You didn’t get much spare time, so you hadn’t gotten the chance to see Joanne in two weeks and you had to admit that you missed her. Sure you texted her, but that wasn’t the same as being in her presence, as seeing those beautiful brown eyes light up when she managed to fluster you, as feeling her hand rest on your thigh while she explained something to you.

The fact that you had had to turn down three of her invitations to join her to some fancy event that one of her high society friends was hosting, due to the amount of work you had, didn’t help either. You had felt extremely guilty about it, even though she had reassured you time and time again that it was okay and that she understood.

You tried to snap yourself out of your trance to focus on the last bit of work that needed to be done before the weekend. Once today was done, work was supposed to calm down a little again, you just needed to manage to get through these last few hours.. but it was proving to be more difficult than you had hoped. Joanne continued to plague your mind and you didn’t seem to be able to focus on anything other than how much you missed her. You inwardly groaned at your own inability to get this woman out of your head.

You wouldn’t have minded working this much, if you had spent your time doing useful things, or things you found even semi-interesting. But every waking moment had been spent doing things that bored the ever lasting shit out of you and that seemed to have no purpose at all. You frustratedly stared at your computer screen and decided to take a small break, grabbing your phone to text Joanne, something that had almost become second nature to you, whenever you had a minute to spare.

“Are you perchance interested in becoming my sugar momma, so I can stop wasting my time here and start doing things I actually like?”

You sent the text before you could start overthinking it, not having the energy to spiral about your feelings for the brunette at the moment. It didn’t take long for you to receive a reply that matched your playful text.

“Well, doll, if you’re as good at using that mouth on me as you are at using it to make filthy comments, then I may just consider it.”

You could almost hear her say it to you with that teasing smirk plastered on her lips, as she sent a devious wink your way. Oh god… you really were down bad for this woman.

“There is only one way to find out.”

You had decided to reply quickly before pouring yourself into your work again, using it as a distraction from the constant ache in your chest and between your legs. There really was no worse combination than being horny and sad at the same time.

Once your work was done you checked your phone…still no answer. As you packed up your stuff, you began to regret being so forward, had it been too much? Surely not… both you and Joanne had said much more filthy things.. but it had always been said in person, maybe the playfulness got lost over text.

As you made your way home, you fought the urge to send Joanne a clarifying text, stating that you were only joking. But you held back, scared that she might be annoyed at you for ruining your little game if you overexplained yourself. You groaned at your own idiocy, no matter what you did, you’d be filled with anxiety and overthink it later.

When you finally made it to your apartment, your head was spinning from the amount of work you had done, the exhaustion that had caught up with you, and all of the overthinking you had done. Still life wouldn’t grant you even a second to gather your bearings, because not even 5 minutes after closing the door behind you and taking off your coat, your phone rang.

Bobbie’s name flashed across the screen. You begrudgingly picked up, you were exhausted, but you hadn’t heard from her in a while and you felt guilty for neglecting your best friend. Before you could even get a word out Bobbie’s voice rang in your ear.

“Joanne and I are on our way to your place. We’re taking you out tonight, you don’t have a choice. You need to relax and unwind and we’re going to make sure that you do. We’re all getting ready at yours and we brought food so you have no excuse. Expect us there in 10 minutes.”

She was talking at the speed of light and it was taking every little bit of mental power you still had left in you to follow what she was saying. Before you could even protest or respond Bobbie had hung up. She was right, you did need to unwind, but you weren’t sure if you could handle Bobbie’s way of unwinding at the moment. You sighed as you accepted your fate, you knew there was no arguing with Bobbie when she was like this… and you really had missed her. Besides you couldn’t say no to Joanne, not again..not ever really. You suspected that was part of the reason why Bobbie had brought her along.. well that and because she probably had some stupid plan to try and get you and Joanne together, despite your insistence that you were 100% certain that she was not into you.

Bobbie had kept her word and 10 minutes later she and Joanne had stood at your door, holding food. You had let them in and the entirety of dinner was spent catching up on what everyone had been doing these past two weeks.

You were quieter than usual and most of Joanne’s teasing remarks went unanswered by you. You were still overthinking the message you had sent, Joanne clearly wasn’t upset with you or she wouldn’t be here, but part of you couldn’t help but fear that you had made her uncomfortable. No one had questioned your silence though, and after everyone had finished their dinner Bobbie, Joanne and you started to get ready.

Bobbie had chosen your dress for you, claiming you were in no state to dress yourself, because you’d probably choose to go out in sweats or something. She picked one of your favourite dresses, it was a bit revealing but was still comfortable enough to spend an entire night dancing and drinking in. It always gave you a confidence boost, and you sure as hell could use one right about now.

Bobbie had insisted that it would be fine if you all got changed in the same room, according to her you were all mature women and it was nothing you hadn’t seen before. You knew exactly what she was doing though, so instead you had gotten changed in the bathroom, while Joanne and Bobbie got dressed in your bedroom.

You stopped in your tracks as you walked back out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Joanne looked absolutely breathtaking, you were quite sure this dress was new.. you’d definitely remember having seen her in this before. The black dress hugged her figure in all the right places and gave you a beautiful view of her cleavage.

If you hadn’t been so busy gawking at and drooling over Joanne, you would have noticed how her eyes had hungrily raked over your body, any subtlety the woman might have possessed being thrown out the window as she drank you in.

You snapped out of your trance and hoped Joanne hadn’t caught you staring at her. You walked further back into the bedroom as you tried to figure out which shoes to wear.

For a while silence hung in the air as everyone seemed preoccupied with getting themselves ready for your night out. That’s until Joanne walked up to you and broke the silence, her voice quiet, nearly a whisper.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She asked seemingly out of nowhere, it caught you off guard. Had you really been this bad at hiding your feelings tonight? What could you even say? You couldn’t exactly tell her she was the reason for your torment. You didn’t have the energy for this.

“I’m fine.”

It was the least convincing lie you had ever told, and you didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that Joanne didn’t buy what you were saying. You weren’t surprised when she tilted her head questioningly, however the expected disapproving eyebrow raise did not follow. Instead her brows knitted into a frown and her eyes filled with something akin to sadness and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“I can give you and Bobbie a moment… if you want to talk to her about it.”

Her voice sounded less concerned and more sharp, she seemed almost angry… although that wasn’t the right emotion either. You knew what an angry Joanne looked like and this wasn’t it. A frown of your own made its way onto your face as your confusion grew. Why on Earth would she be pissed at you for not telling her something… or more accurately why was she pissed at the possibility of you telling Bobbie and not her?? And that’s when it hit you, the glint in her eye you hadn’t been able to place earlier, it was jealousy.

Your confusion only grew at that.. why would Joanne be jealous? Your more hopeful side suggested that it might be because she had feelings for you, reminding you of how jealous you had felt at the idea of others getting to see Joanne’s more vulnerable side. Your more rational side quickly shot that idea down, there was no use in getting your hopes up, Joanne would never like you, not like that… she clearly had a type and that type was rich people.. and you did not belong in that category.

You internally sighed and decided to try and figure this mess out when you had more energy and weren’t currently joined by the woman that was the reason for your confusion.

“It’s okay, really. I’m just tired, that's all.”

You sent her, what you hoped to be, a reassuring smile while you finished getting ready. Joanne clearly wasn’t convinced, but she knew when to drop the subject, so focused on applying her lipstick.

You tried to focus your attention on yourself, you really did, but you were completely enthralled with the way Joanne applied her lipstick. Your eyes landed on her lips and followed her hand as it steadily and carefully painted her beautiful lips red. You were hopeless, even when your thoughts were racing and the tension in the air felt palpable, you still couldn’t stop admiring this woman.

Bobbie cleared her throat, snapping you out of your trance. You sent her an appreciative look, silently thanking her for bringing you back down to earth. There was already way too much tension in the air, the last thing this situation needed was for Joanne to catch you staring at her putting on her lipstick like it was the eighth wonder of the world.

Some of the tension seemed to ease as everyone finished getting ready. You assumed Joanne had decided that this hadn’t been worth ruining her evening for, or maybe she did buy that you were just tired. No matter the reason, the tension in the air no longer felt like it might crush you beneath its weight and you were grateful for that.

By the time you got to you guys’ favourite club, light banter once again could be heard between Bobbie, Joanne and you. There was definitely still a distinct lack of crude remarks, but you figured that they would return once you all had a couple of drinks in you.

As a thank you for dragging you out of your apartment, you agreed to buy the first round of drinks. You made your way over to the bar as Bobbie and Joanne found you guys a table. Before you even reached the bar you were stopped by someone putting a hand on your arm.

You turned around to look at the person who had demanded your attention. Your eyes met blue ones that very clearly checked you out, before landing on your own again. The woman in front of you was pretty, no one could deny that, her dress hugged her curvy figure, her brown curls were styled perfectly and she carried herself with confidence.

You only half listened to what she was saying though, her intentions were quite clear, the way her eyes raked over your body was anything but subtle, she touched you a little bit too often for it to be friendly, and her compliments held a barely hidden sexual layer.

You had tried to end the conversation, making your way over to the bar, and always answering politely without being flirty, but she didn’t seem to get the hint and had followed you to the bar. As you were waiting to order drinks for you and your friends, she asked the following question.

“Would you care to dance?”

In any other situation you would have gladly accepted the invitation, who wouldn’t want to dance with a beautiful woman that was clearly interested in more than just a dance? But no matter how pretty or attractive this woman might be, you couldn’t get yourself to care about her advances, the compliments she threw your way fell on deaf ears, and this invitation wasn’t enticing to you in the slightest.

It wasn’t the woman’s fault, really, you just couldn’t get yourself to care about anyone but Joanne in that way. You had tried to subtly show her that you weren’t interested, but the woman had been persistent. It had started to make you a little uncomfortable, yet you didn’t want to be unkind, so you answered politely.

“I’m sorry, I can’t, my friends are waiting for me. I’m sure by now they’re already cursing me for making them wait for their drinks this long.”

Your laugh was forced and so was your smile, you hoped the other woman understood what you were saying and would leave you alone. Alas, she seemed to take your words as a challenge and put a hand on your waist. She tried to guide you away from the bar as she spoke.

“Oh come on, I’m sure they won’t mind waiting a little longer.”

You moved her hand away from your body and were about to bluntly tell her that you weren’t interested, when you suddenly became aware of Joanne’s presence. In your struggle to let this woman know that you didn’t want to spend the night with her, you hadn’t noticed her walking up to you.

“Are you okay, baby? Bobbie and I have been waiting for you.”

Joanne purred in your ear as she sent a glare to the other woman, while wrapping her arms around your waist. She hugged you from behind and possessively pulled you closer to her and away from the brunette.

Your brain short circuited for a moment, being this close to Joanne while she called you ‘baby’ was making a mess of your underwear. It took a second for you to realise what she was doing, it wasn’t until you heard the woman in front of you mutter an apology while she walked away, that you realised what her plan had been.

You turned around to face her but Joanne didn’t release you from her grip just yet. So you looked down at her, into her mesmerising brown eyes, and that’s when you saw it again, the emotion from earlier, clear as day, jealousy.

“Thank you, I was running out of nice ways to turn her down.”

You said softly while hoping your blush hadn’t been too obvious, although you were quite sure you were bright red. You made no effort to free yourself from Joanne’s grasp, so her arms stayed around your waist.

“No problem. You looked uncomfortable so I figured you could use a knight in shining armour to come rescue you.”

Her teasing tone was accompanied by a wink. You assumed her playfulness was supposed to hide the real feelings you could see swirling in those brown eyes. They were so clear that even your more negative side couldn’t sow any doubt in your mind about what you saw.

“Well how can I repay you, my brave knight?”

Your tone was suggestive but lacked its usual playfulness. You were either going to regret this even more than your text message earlier today, or this was going to be the best decision you had made in a while.

It was Joanne’s turn to blush now, her eyes quickly flicked to your lips, before focusing on your eyes again, searching them, as if she was trying to figure out how serious you were being.

You couldn’t stop the smirk that appeared on your lips, flustering Joanne always felt like a little victory. That smirk only grew when you saw Joanne’s pupils grow larger as her eyes filled with hunger and want. Any fear you may have held before got drowned out as your thoughts became clouded with need and desire.

“I can think of a few ways..”

Joanne’s voice was low and steady, making it clear that she wasn’t joking. Her hands slowly traveled from your waist to your ass, giving you plenty of time to stop her and tell her she had been mistaken, should you wish to. But you didn’t, because even mere hours ago the thought of this ever actually happening seemed impossible, and yet right now Joanne was looking at you like she needed you more than air.

In a small moment of clarity, you suddenly remembered that Bobbie had joined you both here, and no matter how badly you wanted this, you would never just leave Bobbie here on her own. Luckily for you, when you glanced her way, you saw that she was talking to her own conquest for the night. When she caught you looking at her, she sent you a reassuring smile and a teasing wink, telling you it was okay for you to leave. That wink also told you that Bobbie was going to be insufferable about this for the next few weeks, she would probably make you thank her and you’d probably lose count of the many ‘I told you so’s.

This little exchange between Bobbie and you seemed to fuel Joanne’s jealousy even more. She pulled you impossibly closer to her and when you looked back at her, she looked ready to pounce on you right then and there.

The way she was looking at you told you that you would be unwinding differently than you had expected tonight, but this time you didn’t mind. You leaned in closer and whispered in her ear.

“Take me out of here and I’m all yours.”

That’s all it took for her to drag you out of the club and into a cab. The drive to your apartment was excruciating, it seemed to last twice as long as it normally did, and you needed Joanne out of that little dress now. You decided to tease her a little, to pass the time, whispering sweet promises of how you planned to thank your saviour once you got back to your apartment, into her ear.

Your teasing seemed to work because her hand possessively gripped your thigh and it didn’t leave its place for the rest of the drive, her pointer finger drawing random shapes on your inner thigh as she undressed you with her eyes.

By the time you finally made it inside your apartment, you (and your panties) were a mess. Apparently you hadn’t been the only impatient one though, because the second you had closed the door, Joanne pushed you against it and kissed you, hard. The kiss was passionate, hungry and possessive, her hands were on your waist and kept you pinned against the door. You kissed her back with that same intensity, pouring all of your need and want into it, while your hands cupped her cheeks, pulling her even closer as you deepened the kiss.

You pulled back when you needed to breathe, which caused Joanne to whine, she clearly hadn’t been ready to part with your lips just yet. Before you could even begin to tease her about it, her lips were on the side of your neck, making you moan and completely forget what you had planned to tease her about. Your hands moved to her ass, giving it a soft squeeze, earning you a needy moan against your neck. She kissed, sucked, and bit any skin she could reach and you tilted your head to give her more space. She was definitely leaving marks and that only made you wetter, you really were a sucker for this possessive side of hers.

You reluctantly pushed her off, which elicited another whine from her, as she looked up at you with needy and hungry eyes. You didn’t give her the chance to complain as you whispered into her ear.

“Let’s take this to my bedroom, my bed is far more comfortable than this door.”

You chuckled softly while looking into her desire filled eyes. Joanne didn’t need to be told twice and grabbed your wrist, dragging you into your bedroom, which was still littered with her and Bobbie’s stuff from getting ready earlier tonight, neither of you could bring yourself to care though.

The second you made it into your bedroom your lips were back on Joanne’s, you quickly stepped out of your shoes while your hands found the zipper of Joanne’s dress. You pulled back a little, resting your forehead against hers.

“Can I take this off?”

Your breathing came out ragged and your voice betrayed how badly you wanted the other woman, who didn’t seem too pleased at no longer having your lips on her.

“Yes.”

Joanne almost whined the word, like she was pleading you to take it off. She clearly needed and wanted this just as much as you did and that gave you a boost of confidence.

You guided her to step out of her heels before undoing the zipper at the back of her dress, while you kissed her neck. Now it was your turn to leave your marks and you didn’t plan to stop at her neck. Her needy moans filled your ears and as you slid her dress down her figure, your mouth found her right collarbone, peppering it with soft kisses before beginning to suck and bite at the skin, leaving hickeys in your wake.

You gave the left collarbone the exact same treatment while guiding her back to your bed. Joanne’s moans and whines spurred you on as you carefully pushed her down on the bed, pulling back a little so you could take a proper look at her.

Your own desire grew as you took in the beautiful sight in front of you. Joanne sprawled out on your bed in nothing but her lace black set. Her eyes, clouded with need, looked up at you expectantly. You could see the slightest sliver of self consciousness in them, so you immediately voiced your thoughts, letting Joanne know just how stunning you thought she was.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon.”

You whispered reverently, the truth behind your words clear in the way you looked at her, like she was a precious constellation and you wanted to study every single star. You quickly got rid of your dress and crawled on top of her, you didn’t miss how her eyes studied you, as if she was trying to mesmerize every single dip and curve on display.

You kissed her passionately, there was still hunger and need in your kiss, but they were now coated with something softer, gentler, something deeper than simply lust. Your tongue asked for entrance by softly and slowly swiping over Joanne’s bottom lip. She eagerly obliged your request and welcomed your tongue into her mouth, stroking it with her own. The sound of your moans got silenced against each other's lips as you explored Joanne’s mouth.

Your hands began to explore her body, tracing her sides before cupping her breasts, while your knee found its place in between her legs. You pressed it against the damp cloth of her black panties, which made Joanne whine against your mouth as she instinctively began to grind against your knee.

Joanne pulled back, in desperate need of air, while you unclasped her bra, throwing it to the other side of the room, as if the piece of fabric had personally offended you by simply existing. You began kissing her neck once more before making your way down to her collarbone, leaving soft kisses on the marks you had left earlier. You pulled back for a second, wanting to admire the view once more. A soft moan left your lips as you took in how stunning she looked with your marks littered all over her, before you continued your descent.

Your mouth found its way to her boob, lavishing it with soft kisses at first, then deciding to tease the woman underneath you by circling her nipple with your tongue. Your hand gave her other boob similar attention, kneading it softly, before circling her nipple with your fingers, pinching it when it hardened.

Joanne’s moans grew in volume and frequency, your name tumbled freely from her lips, while she continued to grind herself against your knee. Her hands tangled in your hair, pushing you impossibly closer to her. Your lips made their way to her other boob, leaving a small mark in the valley between her boobs as you muttered how incredibly hot she looked like this.

Your lips never got to finish their journey though, because Joanne softly tugged your hair, pulling you away from her and eliciting a whine from you. You looked up at her, searching her eyes, trying to figure out if you’d made her uncomfortable or if she was regretting this. As you were about to ask if she wanted to stop, she admitted ever so softly.

“I’ve never been with a woman before.”

Her voice came out uncharacteristically shy and small, she worried her lip between her teeth and she had trouble maintaining eye contact.

“Do you want to stop?”

You asked softly, not an ounce of judgment or annoyance in your voice. You looked at her with nothing but kindness and a little bit of worry as you gave her a reassuring smile. She shook her head before answering.

“No..I want this… I really do.. I.. I just don’t want to disappoint...”

Your heart ached as you watched the usually confident woman look so fragile. You gently brushed some hair out of her face, looking at her with all the feelings that had been brewing beneath the surface all these months clearly displayed on your face.

“Joanne, you could never disappoint me because I don’t expect anything from you. I simply want to feel you, taste you and have you near me. All I want is to show you just how beautiful I think you are.”

Joanne looked at you with those mesmerising brown eyes filled with gratitude and lust, the worry slowly ebbing away from her features, yet there was still a bit of nervousness present.

“Do you want me to slow down?”

You asked softly, wanting to make sure that you made Joanne’s first time as memorable and as comfortable for her as you possibly could. Your question was met with a chuckle and her answer once again carried that teasing tone, indicating Joanne was starting to feel comfortable once again.

“Baby, if you go any slower I think I may go mad with need.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, you knew Joanne could be a little impatient but you had barely even started yet and she was already complaining about your pace.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your voice came out hoarse and the desire in it was very poorly hidden as your eyes roamed her body, yet there was also a gentleness in your tone that portrayed the feelings you had for her.

“I need your mouth on me.”

Joanne’s words came out hoarse and breathy, her previous faux-confidence seemed to have been replaced with a more real self assuredness, as her bossy side came out once again. Her words were accompanied by a little tug at your hair, as if to make her words even more clear, she was definitely getting comfortable and you loved it.

You had half the mind to make her say please, not wanting to give in too easily, but you knew Joanne too well and you knew how difficult opening up like that must have been for her, so you decided against it and instead complied with her request.

You picked up where you had left off and began to pepper the previously neglected boob with soft kisses, before giving it the same treatment as the other. Your tongue circled her nipple, only this time when the bud hardened, you gently sucked it into your mouth, which caused Joanne to groan loudly. Your hand copied what you had done earlier to her other breast, massaging it gently and pinching her nipple when it hardened.

Once you were satisfied and certain that her boobs had gotten the attention they deserved, you kissed your way down to her belly, alternating between soft kisses and sucking and biting at the skin available to you, leaving a trail of marks before lavishing her stomach with kisses, leaving similar marks all over it.

Your work was rewarded with Joanne moaning loudly and whining your name, your only mission was to draw out as many of those beautiful sounds as you could. Your underwear was ruined, there was nothing on this earth that turned you on more than seeing Joanne like this while she moaned your name.

You continued traveling your way down, placing a soft kiss on top of her clothed mound before kissing her inner thigh. Joanne’s frustrated groan fuelled your desire to tease her even more. So you took your time exploring every inch of her inner thigh with your mouth and tongue before giving the other side the same treatment.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

She basically growled, her frustration clear in her voice and in the way her body tensed underneath you. If you had any more patience left in you, you’d make her wait just a little bit longer, but you could smell Joanne’s desire because of how close you were to her soaked underwear and every fiber of your being needed to taste her.

You pressed the gentlest of kisses on her clothed center before looking up at her with the most innocent look you could muster.

“I’m savouring the way you feel, sound and look, you should never rush when you’re working with art.”

For the second time that night you managed to fluster Joanne, but there was no time to dwell on your little victory, because when you looked down you could see just how wet she was and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Lift up your hips for me, love.”

You whispered with a low and raspy voice, the command gentle yet firm as you carefully tugged at her panties.

Joanne did as you asked and you pulled her panties down her legs, which caused her to gasp, as the air hit her soaked cunt. Once she had been freed from her panties, and they too had been tossed across the room, you took a moment to admire the sight in front of you. You licked your lips, Joanne was dripping wet and it was all because of you.

Your hands softly stroked her thighs as you pressed a gentle kiss against her folds, holding back a moan at her scent and taste. Joanne whined your name and you couldn’t hold back any longer, your tongue darted out and you licked in between her folds, collecting all the wetness there.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

You moaned against her while your hands wrapped around her thighs so you could pull her closer. Joanne’s hips bucked up against you, the sounds and pleas that spilled from her mouth made you dizzy with desire.

Your tongue slowly drew circles around her clit while you looked up at her, taking in every little reaction and committing it to memory. Before she could complain about your pace you began to gently suck on her clit, occasionally flicking it with your tongue.

You could feel her thighs tense around your head, her breathing became more ragged and her moans came in rapid succession. With one last flick you abandoned her clit and licked your way back down her folds before pushing your tongue inside her, this earned you a guttural moan and a particularly desperate whine.

You curled your tongue inside her and began exploring every part of her, any self restraint you had had earlier, had gone completely as your tongue’s movements picked up in pace and intensity. Your hands pulled her down on you even harder, needing her as close to you as possible while you ate her out like you had been starving and she was the first meal you’d had in weeks.

Joanne’s moans increased in pitch, sound and frequency, the only coherent thing that tumbled from her lips was your name as she ground down against your face erratically. Her hands grabbed the sheets beneath her so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her walls clenched around your tongue and her thighs began to shake. You could tell she was close, so your mouth continued its ministrations while one of your hands let go of her thighs so your thumb could circle her neglected clit.

And that toppled her over the edge, she came screaming your name, drenching your tongue and chin in her cum, making you moan at her taste. You continued to gently circle her clit while slowly moving your tongue inside her, fucking Joanne through her orgasm.

Once her breathing calmed down a little you stopped circling her clit and licked up every bit of cum, not wanting to waste a drop.

“Baby… sensitive…”

Joanne whined, still out of breath. After pressing one last gentle kiss against her pussy and inner thighs, you began kissing your way back up again. You only got up to Joanne’s belly before she tangled her hands into your hair and pulled you up to kiss her properly. She moaned against your mouth when she tasted herself on your lips, which caused you to chuckle.

“Told you, you taste good.”

Your voice was light and teasing as you mumbled the words against her lips before pulling back a little, just in time to see Joanne roll her eyes at you. You pushed yourself off the bed and made your way to the bathroom but stopped when you heard Joanne’s hoarse voice.

“Where are you going?”

Your lips twitched into a smile when you heard the neediness in her voice, she wanted you close to her and you had to admit that that felt good.

“Just going to grab a towel, I’ll be right back.”

You sent her a reassuring smile before quickly disappearing into the bathroom, grabbing a soft towel, and quickly making your way back to the stunning woman on your bed.

“Open your legs for me, darling.”

You looked up at her expectantly and she only now seemed to realise what was going on. Joanne did as you asked and spread her legs for you. You gently and carefully cleaned up the mess that you had left behind between her legs. She whined softly, still sensitive from earlier and you sent her an apologetic smile.

Once you were finished you discarded the towel and crawled back into bed with Joanne, who instantly clung to you as you laid down next to her. You hadn’t thought she would be the clingy type, but you certainly didn’t mind. You pulled the covers over both of you, her arms wrapped around your waist as she laid her head on your shoulder.

“Do you want me to..?”

Her voice was filled with uncertainty as she asked the question, unable to finish the sentence, clearly unsure on what to do in this situation. You shook your head, looking down at her before gently cupping her cheek and making her look up at you. Your voice was tender and caring as you spoke to her.

“Tonight was all about you, I had to thank my knight in shining armour, remember? Besides there is nothing more satisfying to me than getting to watch you unravel beneath me like that.”

For the third time tonight, Joanne blushed, this must be a record, you thought. A smile made its way onto her face, she seemed pleased with your answer.

“Do you want an old shirt of mine to sleep in? I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

Joanne thought for a minute as she pulled you closer, turning her head to place a soft kiss against your shoulder, before looking up at you once more.

“I’m okay, I’ve got my personal heater… although this has got to go… it’s just blatantly unfair.”

She said while her pointer finger hooked under the front of your bra and tugged at it ever so slightly. She looked up at you with the cutest puppy eyes you had ever seen, as if you could ever say no to her.

It was your time to roll your eyes as you sat up a little to get rid of your bra. Joanne unashamedly ogled your chest as you discarded your bra.

“Enjoying the view?”

You teased her, your voice playful but she made no effort to look you in the eyes as she nodded before pulling you back down next to her. You pulled her closer to you and she rested her head on your boobs while her arms wrapped around your waist. You gently pressed a kiss to the top of her head while you played with her hair.

You laid there for a moment, in complete silence, simply enjoying each other’s warmth and company. You were about to speak up and ask her if she needed anything else, when you heard soft snores tumbling from her lips.

You chuckled softly and admired her sleeping form for a while. You stopped playing with her hair, your hand found its place on her hip and you closed your eyes. You fell asleep while being held by Joanne as you listened to her deep breathing and snores. Despite the ache between your legs, it was the best sleep you had had in… well ever…actually.

You groaned when the light that streamed in through your window, and past your half closed curtains, woke you up. Still half asleep you felt around for Joanne, you could no longer feel her arms around you, so you expected her to have moved away from you in her sleep. When you found nothing but an empty, cold spot next to you, you reluctantly opened your eyes. You looked around the room but there was no trace of Joanne, it was as if she had never even been there. You shot out of bed and quickly threw on an old t-shirt.

“Joanne?!”

You yelled out into the apartment as you walked out of your bedroom, your voice a little unsteady as your negative thoughts began to plague you, but you received no answer. You walked into the kitchen, past the empty living room, hoping to find her there, making some coffee for herself, but you had no such luck.

No.. surely she wouldn’t have just disappeared without saying anything.. not after last night. You must have missed a note or something in your bedroom. You walked back to your bedroom and looked everywhere but couldn’t find anything. There was no note that gave you any reason or explanation as to why you had woken up alone. Your thoughts began to spiral as you searched for your phone, she must have left you a text, maybe she had gone out to grab some breakfast for the both of you and didn’t want to wake you up.

When you finally found your phone there was not a single text from Joanne and that’s when reality hit you, she had left, just like that, like you had been some sort of one night stand that she regretted the morning after and wanted to leave behind as soon as possible.

No.. no she wouldn’t… any minute now she was going to walk into your apartment and explain why you had woken up in an empty bed…she had to.

You sat down on your bed and waited.. and waited… and waited… you weren’t sure for how long, it felt like an eternity, and with every agonising minute that passed, your hope shrank. After a while it became clear to you that she wouldn’t be walking through that door. You tried to be hopeful.. maybe she had a good reason.. but every reason you found to explain this sudden disappearance, was shut down by a solution in which she could have easily let you know why she wasn’t currently in your bed.

You stared down at your phone.. should you text her? And say what exactly? It was obvious that she didn’t want to talk to you… she had disappeared without as much as leaving you a note or a text… if that wasn’t a clear sign that she wanted to be left alone, then you didn’t know what was.

You crawled back into bed, you couldn’t deal with this right now, so you grabbed your pillow and hugged it tightly as tears streamed down your face. Your heart felt like it had been ripped out of your chest, was consequently smashed into a million pieces, and had then been forcefully pushed back into your chest. This was your own fault, you thought, you shouldn’t have assumed that this meant anything to Joanne… maybe this was just all part of that stupid game of yours. As you cried yourself back to sleep, the only thought that plagued your mind was that you now finally understood the phrase ‘play stupid games, win stupid prizes’.

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lucyandalexiafan · 1 year ago

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blow off steam | Alexia Putellas x reader | part 1

summary: since Alexia got injured two weeks ago, it's obviously that she needs to blow off steam; so, after the umpteenth attempt by her to have your attention, you ask her to take control, to completely dominate you.

Warnings: dom!Alexia, sub!reader, kneel at Alexia's feet, Alexia' fingers that fuck reader's mouth while reader in kneeling in front of her, humping shoe, face slaps (three times), humiliations, degradations, use of pet names / slut, light jelaous!Alexia, dirty talk, praise, hair pulling.

words: 3131

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Nb: English is not my first language and I’m not sure if it’s “blow off steam” or “blow of some steam”. I searched online but I didn’t understood, so I’m sorry if it’s wrong the way that I used

I turn off the TV interrupting the program that Ale is watching, the umpteenth trashy program.

Since she was injured two weeks ago, she has become unbearable.

She doesn't come to the field during training hours anymore, she doesn't go out, she doesn't cook, and she doesn't do anything other than be on the phone and watch stupid programs on any TV channel or streaming platform.

It doesn't bother me that she behaves like this or, at least, I understand her, I try to understand her; so I do everything for both of us without protesting, without emphasizing how to take care of the house, shopping all the different type of food required by our diets, cooking different dishes for me and her every lunch and dinner (due to the variation of her diet), do not combine well with the study for my master's degree, with the research I am doing, and with my training with the team.

I don't protest, I don't snort, I don't say anything.

I accept any comment about how overcooked the chicken is, about the fact that the bread had to be soft wheat and not whole wheat, about how messy the kitchen is.

I didn't even comment on the fact that she delegated the care of her dog to me alone, even though she can walk.

I accepted to study all night and write those essays at unreasonable hours, risking not completing my homework or showing up not prepared enough for meetings with university tutors, as well as showing up for training tired, exhausted and with less and less energy.

But today... today it's too much.

I had started studying in the kitchen, on the counter, because I had started cooking dinner and lunch for tomorrow; Ale was watching television. She knows, she knows, how much I hate having too much noise around, how much the overstimulation is a problem for me because of my ADHD, how much I go into crisis when there is too much chaos around me, no longer being able to concentrate and control myself, always ending up looking around, trying to figure out where all the voices are coming from and, when there are too many, ending up on the verge of tears.

She knows it.

But, despite this, she had started using TikTok at maximum volume at the same time as the television, creating an annoying chaos that could not even be masked by the music that passed through my headphones.

I had asked her to turn down the volume several times, I had even texted her asking her to stop because I had to study, telling her that it was important that I end that essay within three days, before the last game before the Christmas holidays.

After half an hour of trying I couldn't take it anymore, I got up, took the remote control and turned off the television.

"What are you doing?" she asks irritated.

The sharp voice.

I bite my lip.

We haven't had sex in two weeks and I haven't had an orgasm for three, and seeing her so angry floods my belly with sharps of pleasure.

Ever since we had started experimenting with sex, since Ale had started to be dominant in bed and I had started to feel free enough and trust her enough to be completely submissive, we had established 'rules'; one of the ones we started experimenting with first was about orgasms.

No orgasms that aren't given by her or that she doesn't allow me to have.

It had not only increased libido and feeling in bed, but also communication. Since we had established this rule, we had begun to talk much more about sex, to describe how we felt and to provoke ourselves; I had begun to no longer feel embarrassed to express my sex urge or tell her what I needed.

Begging her for what I needed.

So, after exactly three weeks since my last orgasm, I'm extremely needy.

Ale, at the same time, is extremely angry, disappointed, and resentful, about the injury and I know, I'm sure, that she would like to blow off steam on me, on my body, but she is afraid to ask for it, to do it. She's afraid because she's never done it before, because she's always afraid of hurting me and because she knows what I've been through in the past.

So now, because she doesn't want to express this need, she is short-tempered, rude, arrogant.

I kneel on the ground, in front of her, my legs slightly apart.

I look into her eyes.

She swallows the saliva, the phone still in her hand, as she jams her eyes into mine.

"I would like you to take control – I say, my voice trembling with embarrassment – I need you to blow off steam on me and I need to be dominated, to let you be in control"

I bite my lip.

The fear that he will refuse, that she will say no, that she will think I am crazy, increases when she does not respond immediately.

"You don't know what you're asking for, little girl"

The low voice, the seraphic tone.

"I want you to take control Reina, I want you to punish me, I want you to use my body"

She lay her phone on the couch.

"You don't have to do it for me, i-"

"I want it, Ale, I need it as much as you do" I whisper, pleading, looking into her eyes.

Nails playing with a little skin on my index finger.

She nods.

"Are there any things you don't want me to use or do?" the tone is the one she uses on the field when she's the team captain.

That confident tone, which admits no reply.

"No, Reina"

I touch her right calf with one hand, the need for physical contact advancing in me; I play with her skin, just massage her.

She grins, looking at me.

She looks at me, her face slightly tilted.

She bites her lip, as if pondering my request.

"Now I'm going to make you a list of items or practices and you have to tell me with safewords which ones are green, which ones are yellow, and which ones are red, okay? – I nod – What are your safewords?"

"Green to continue, yellow to slow down, red to stop"

"Good girl - I twitch my thighs, a knot in my belly, as her hand brushes my cheek, a satisfied look as she looks down on me – then let's get started"

After a few minutes, I had established green orgasm denial, spanking with hands and belt, the use of the collar with the leash, the use of ropes or more generally in bondage, penetrative sex with both fingers and dildos, the use of plugs and strap-ons, degradation; yellow overstimulation and preventing me from speaking by putting objects in my mouth; red blindfold. However, I asked her if she could use pet names from time to time to reassure me, so the degradation and humiliation were not the only channels of communication during a scene we were experiencing for the first time.

I clasp my hands on my thighs, my belly invaded by contractions of pleasure.

"Have you had any orgasms since the last time I got you one?" the tone is so low that it gives me goosebumps.

"No, Reina" I hurry to answer; a marked blush colors my cheeks and neck because no matter how much we talked about sex, how much we started experimenting in bed more than a year ago, I will never stop being embarrassed when we talk about these things.

She grinns with satisfaction.

"Something as needy as you hasn't had an orgasm in three weeks, hm? – she asks as she strokes my cheek with her thumb, a fake smile of pity adorns her face – Does your need to be a good girl, to please me, also beat your need of an orgasm?"

I look down immediately, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

How can she make me so submissive, so needy, with just one question?

The panties are soaked, I feel them being uncomfortably attached to my intimacy.

"Yes, Reina, I just want to please you"

She moans openly at my answer and I see the muscles in her legs twitch.

I close my eyes to the sound.

"I don't think I told you that you can not look me in the eye"

I look at her, eyes slightly wider, position more rigid as I try to hold her gaze.

"I'm sorry Reina," I whisper guiltily.

We haven't even started and I'm already breaking the rules?

She looks at me for a moment and then her gaze, that sadistic, excited look, softens; a sweet, loving smile replaces the grin that had begun to adorn her face since she began to list what she could and couldn't do tonight.

"Amor, this is the last chance I'll give you to stop everything before we start, before I start punishing you and then take you to the bedroom, where only the safewords will make me stop – the suddenly cautious, sweet tone, like it's never been in the last two weeks – I'm not going to get angry, resentful or irritated if you tell me you don't want to go on anymore or that you're not sure anymore, baby, but I want you to tell me before you start because I don't want to start without being sure that you want it as much as I do; we will cuddle and maybe watching a film, order some takeaway food"

Her hand on my cheek, the back of my index and middle fingers caressing my skin.

I look at her, every fear gone, every tension leaves my body.

She is always her, the sweet, caring, loving girlfriend who would never hurt me or continue something I don't want.

No matter how much she needs to blow off steam, she would never hurt me.

I shake my head.

"I... I want to do it Reina, but-but only if you want it completely too" I answer, my voice trembling with embarrassment, but my gaze fixed on hers.

She smiles.

Her beautiful smile.

"I love it when you call me Reina, I'll never stop saying it" she whispers as she runs her thumb over my bottom lip, as she frees it from the grip of my teeth.

I open my lips allowing her to stick it past my teeth, into my mouth; she pushes it all in, until she hits my chin with her palm. I lick it slowly as I look straight into her eyes.

After a while she replaces it with her index and middle fingers, pushing them into my mouth slowly, and then she starts to move them, as if to fuck my mouth.

I go along with it, licking her fingers, opening and closing my lips against her skin.

She groans looking at me.

"So submissive, at my feet, while you call me Reina – she pushes her fingers harder into my mouth, until she touches my chin with her palm again, and touching the back of my throat, gagging me – My dirty filthy slut"

I gasp.

I place my hands on her knees, as if looking for a support to hold on to while she fucks my mouth with her fingers.

She sneers.

I look at her from below, her lips slightly open twisted into a grin, her eyes veiled by sadism, her cheeks flushed, her tongue occasionally caressing her lips, her brow furrowed, the hair of her forelock escaping the grip behind her ears.

"Hands behind your back, I don't think I told you you can touch me"

I groan in surprise as I hurry to do what she says, squeezing one hand into the other until my nails are in my palm.

The tips of her fingers touch the back of my throat with each thrust, and with every moan I make, she grins; She tells me to breathe through the nose when she realizes that, due to gagging, I struggle to breathe through my mouth.

She continues like this for some time that seems like minutes, she fucks my mouth with her fingers, her gaze alternating between my eyes and my mouth, a sadistic grin, until she takes them off completely.

I moan, finally free to breathe through my mouth.

She wipes the fingers against my cheeks, the back on one cheek, the inside on the other; the trickle of saliva that still connects them to my lips.

She puts her hand on my right cheek and I know what's going to happen.

"Disobedient little girl – the first slap is light against my skin, more for the scene than for anything else – Twice you disobey my orders and I didn't even touch you"

I gasp looking at her, her lips still slightly parted.

Then, as she walked away, her hand hits my cheek.

We both moan at the same time, her greasing and lowest, mine louder.

No matter how much I expected it, it's getting more and more exciting every time.

"Color, little girl?" she asks, an attentive look on my face trying to understand what I think about the slap.

"Green... green Reina" I moan.

"Dirty little," she whispers as she caresses my face, "So needy just because I fucked your mouth, hm?" she asks, as she runs her fingers over my lips, but without pushing them any further.

"Yes-yes Reina," I say cautiously in response.

Then, suddenly, she moves one leg between mine until I feel her foot, covered by her favorite and most expensive pair of shoes, in contact with my intimacy.

"Hump my shoe, slut"

It's an order said as she leans back on the couch. She opens her arms, resting them on the headboard of the sofa.

I wade at her, my eyes wide open with the request, but my pupils probably dilated with excitement. I'm incredulous.

"Color, little girl?" she asks when, after a few seconds, I don't move, her voice warm, lovely.

"G-green Reina – I whisper hesitantly, realizing the time that has passed, realizing that by doing so I was disobeying – I'm sorry"

She moves her torso toward me, her hand grabbing a hand of my hair. "Do you want to add a third punishment to the two you've already earned, hm? – I answer with a faint no, Reina – Then, move" she continues, her tone suddenly more authoritative and dominant, no longer disguised as feigned pity, her back coming back into contact with the sofa.

I bite my lip and moan when I feel her shoe move slightly against my clit.

"C-can I put my hands on your leg Reina?" I ask, my voice faint, the need to touch her, for physical contact.

"Aw, little girl, can't you even keep your balance? Okay, grab my leg. You can lean against it however you want," the mocking tone.

My hands grab her calf.

My torso is against her shin as I slowly begin to move.

I'm wearing thin shorts and panties made of almost non-existent fabric, so with every movement I feel the relief of the shoelaces against my clit.

I moan, I whine, unashamed.

I squeeze her leg as I rest my head on the lower part of her inner thigh, just above the knee, breaking eye contact.

As soon as the tip of her shoe starts to move against me, putting pressure on my hole, I start moving faster and faster; I'm not sensual, I'm not pretty bent over her, my back arched out, my head down.

"Dirty little slut," she says while her hand scratches my scalp "How does it feel to hump against a so expensive shoe that I've been looking for months in any shop in Barcelona, to be so slutty that you seek satisfaction and pleasure by rubbing yourself on a shoe without shame?"

I whine in humiliation.

"Please Reina, can I... can I-"

Her hand clenches in my hair, forcing me to look at her.

"Don't even try. This is just the beginning – she hits my cheek again – Did you think it would be so easy after disobeying me?"

I bite my lip, looking at her with the most puppy look I'm capable of; my vision slightly clouded by excitement and tears.

I open my mouth a couple of times, attempting to speak, but no sound other than a moan comes out.

When she notices that I am not responding, she stops moving her foot. "Color?"

"Green" I answer immediately, as I continue to move on her shoe, hoping that she will move again.

The shoelaces against my clit.

The contractions of pleasure in the lower abdomen.

She grinns as she looks at me.

She reaches down to kiss me, her hand still in my hair.

Then, as it all began, she moves the shoe away from my intimacy.

"How do you feel, hm? What would people say if they could see you like this, at my feet, desperate after humped my shoe like a slut, hmm? What would our teammates say if they saw you like that? – she grins, the hand that makes pat pat on my head – How do you think Aitana and Ona would react, mh?"

I close my eyes.

"None of them will be able to make you feel like that, reduce you like that, like I do. Not even Lucia. It doesn't matter how hard they try"

"Please, please," I whisper as I tighten my fingers around her knee.

The humiliation becomes pleasure, contractions of pleasure stronger and stronger, when she starts talking about the team, about my friends, about Lucy.

Of her jealousy of Lucy, caused by the fact that we are so close friends and that she is also dominant in bed; the eldest is openly dominant in bed, while Ale is much more modest in making her sexual performances public to the team. Modesty for which I am grateful, but which makes her feel clearly in competition with the English player.

"Please what, little one?"

Cheeks that burn when I hear the pet name.

Her fingers forcing my chin to look at her.

Her blonde hair is tousled.

"Touch me, please Reina... I-I need to-"

Humiliation breaks through my legs, which I immediately clench.

To be at her feet, to call her Reina, to be so desperate.

"I just want you, Reina... I... on-only you. No one else," she moans, "I beg you."

"Get up, go to our room and strip. I want you on the bed, on hands and knees. In less than ten minutes I'll be there."

#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #alexia putellas smut #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas fanfics #dom!alexia #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #jelaous alexia putellas #shoe humping

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r0-boat · 8 months ago

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So... Netflix and chill with Wise 👉🏻👈🏻

Fucking hell yeah!

Are you still watching?

Zenless Zone Zero Wise x Gn!afab Reader.

Cw: rough!Wise, sex on the couch, smut.

You are pretty sure no one in the entire world uses 'Netflix and chill' seriously...

Except for Wise apparently

Wise_Ass💞: Wanna come over? And chill maybe watch some Netflix?

You squinted at your phone, the brain still booting up as you woke up from a beautiful more than 8 hours of sleep on a Saturday.

Your eyes skimmed over the text again. Wondering if their eyes were read that right. The words were switched, but 'Netflix and chill' usually doesn't mean just 'chilling.' But even then, it is more of a tongue-in-cheek term. A term that you don't take seriously, no matter how serious you are.

It was only natural you would brush something like this off; anyone would. Shooting him a text back, you picked out your clothes and headed into the bathroom to shower.

Wise had been so pent up... So. Pent. Up. He had been doing this year's taxes, and if you run and operate a business, doing the taxes is hell; he could let Fairy do it, but then Fairy would probably find some weird loophole, and that just sounded like more work down the line, as well as possible suspicion. He knew 100% that Belle would take twice as long, but only because 70% of it would involve procrastinating. So he would much rather be in charge of the finances and taxes.

Combined the fact that he just hasn't seen you in a while.

All he wanted to do was unwind and have you in his arms. And drill you into the couch pinning your body down folding you in half to fuck you raw and hard, feeling your wet pussy clinch to milk his aching cock. Wise doesn't like thinking about your body being anything more than a sex toy. Even now, instead of staring at the documentary he's probably watched a hundred times, he stares at you with hunger.

Now you were sitting right beside him in his room, the door locked. Pressing your side into him. Your body feels softer than usual, an arm wrapped around your neck and head sliding down your back, pulling you closer, his fingers idly playing with the hem of your shirt.

He has no idea why he feels so needy today, His heart is practically pounding in his chest as he tries to slowly initiate sex hoping you pick up on What he is trying to tell you before he loses his mind.

He is so relieved that you seem to be more invested In the documentary about animals because he is a rock fucking hard, and all he could think about is mounting you like one.

He was He is blunt honest and calm but when it comes to you especially sexually he can barely think.

His hand slides back to his side before placing it on your thigh His breath shaking As he watches you slightly spread your legs underneath his grip.

Fuck it.

You watch when Wise picks up the remote turning the volume up just in case if a nosy sister is here. He scoots away from you and before you could question him he picks up your legs on the couch before crawling on top of you. Instead of his gentle smile and a soft gaze of green.

Those same eyes staring to you the look of hunger you just noticed to eat you alive butterflies fluttered in your stomach as Wise's hand is already reaching underneath your pants. You thought you were used to Wise's subtle initiation. You've been with your boyfriend long enough to know his body language.

As the documentary still plays in the background which gets drowned out by his voice tickling your ear.

"Can I have you? Do you want this?"

From the way he looks at you to the straining you now feel in his pants his true intentions are more than clear. And very welcomed.

You wrap your arms around Wise as his lips meet yours. He missed those lips. Soft lips he could kiss for hours. But your lips will not be enough, as much as he loves his tongue in your mouth he wants to make sure every part of your face, neck, collar and chest gets attention from his mouth, from soft kisses, hungry licks and possessive hickeys. Wise had been doing this since the first time He had sex with you.

As his lips pepper your face before going down to your neck He sheds off your shirt before kissing further down.

Wise nuzzles his face against the crook of your neck taking in your lovely scent he'd missed so dearly. His warm wet tongue glides across your neck before suckling on the soft skin. He nips and sucks leaving a hickey in a quite visible spot he will probably regret later. Right now all he could think about was your chest in his mouth.

But before he could lean down too put one of your hard and nipples in his mouth you pull at his shirt. Wise realizes he was still fully clothed And he can't have that. He gives you a gentle smile kissing on the forehead before getting up off the couch you watch as he strips slowly lifting his shirt over his head before taking his pants his boxers with it. Usually your shy boyfriend leaves his boxers on until he's ready to slide inside you.

You don't mind this at all He's cute shy smile with his throbbing cock bobbing as he climbs back on top of you was a sight to behold. Wise slides off your bottoms and your underwear leaving you both naked as the day you were born. His cock was so close to your wet slit an occasionally Wise when his mouth was busy on your chest he would grind his shaft against your wet folds.

You want to reach out and touch him but he stops you His hand gently grabbing your wrist and firmly pinning them over your head.

"no touching." He smirks holding you down with one hand the other hand sliding it's fingers down your body before finding your pussy.

"But you're touching me That's not fair!" You whine which Wise only response "That's unfortunate."

His eyes were trained on you the entire time as his fingers went up and down before sinking inside. You are thankful that the volume drowned out the sound you just made, feeling is cold thick fingers fill your cunt. Wise knows exactly where to touch trying to go deep enough to curl his fingers into that spot. His eyes lit up his mouth tongue open watching you arch your back underneath him spurring him on to finger fuck you faster harder.

He has never heard such noises come from your pussy before. why didn't he ram knuckles deep into your cunt sooner? He kept sucking on your chest occasionally alternating between your nipple and your neck, he could feel you clenching around him.

"Are you close? Come on baby, You can do it, squeeze my fingers and cum. Come on, you deserve to feel good. I want you to feel good."

Again you think the documentary still playing in the background as you moan Wise's name as you trench his fingers. Fingering you through your orgasm And when you finally come down from your high you watch as Wise uses your juices to coat his cock His fingers and hands sliding up and down the thick veiny shaft.

His breath is shaky as he touches himself, giving himself a few more pumps before lining it up.

"I need more I'm sorry I don't think I can be gentle please let me know if I hurt you." He kisses you on the forehead finally letting go of your wrists he grabbed your legs putting them over his shoulders.

Mating press. Something he can only hear of so animalistic, raw, and filthy. But that's how he wants to take you. That's how he has been craving to take you.

Wise's mouth is hung open, his chest heaving sinking himself inside.

He clenches his teeth letting out of his and a grown, You already arch your back clamping down on him as he struggles to move deeper inside.

Wise wants to be rough but he is not a monster He lets you adjust to his size, before he starts moving. He stays fully inside you for a few minutes again peppering your face with kisses before asking if he could move. And when you nod he clenches his teeth His fingers digging into your thigh he slowly pulls out before.

Slamming back inside you You let out a surprise shriek when she places his hand over your mouth. At that point Wise is gone seeing his own hand over your mouth keep fully leans his body into yours slamming down again and again. You are grateful for him covering your mouth because you cannot stop your noises.

And apparently, Wise can't either, usually, during sex, he's breathy, but this time, as he ravages your body, he growls and moans like an animal in rut as he plunges into you over and over again. Hitting that deep spot inside you that had you cumming on his cock.

Wise's eyes roll back in pleasure feeling your cunt squeeze him for all his worth. Pounding into you with reckless abandon chasing his orgasm.

Wise sinks his teeth into your shoulder stealing his hips inside of you with one final slam he fills you up to the brim. Wise collapses onto you wrapping his arms around you giving you another dose of sweet kisses whispering Sweet nothings of how much he loves you and missed you.

Wise Not wanting you to fall asleep on the couch picks you up into his arms He smiles down at you when you yawn.

He puts you in his bed and joins you. Is neatly folded sheets and blanket now tossed over to fit the both of you. The smell of him and the fresh smell of his laundry lull you to sleep, snuggling into his chest. Wise smiles, welcoming you into his arms.

The documentary was still playing, but neither of you cared. It was just background noise for you to fall asleep, too.

#smut #zzz #zenless zone zero #zzz wise x reader #zzzero x reader #zzzero wise #zzz wise #zzzero #zzz x reader #hoyoverse

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anistarrose · 2 years ago

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[ID identical to alt text: two screenshots from The Owl House finale. The first is the Titan telling Luz: "I am both king and queen, best of both things!"

The second screenshot is Luz reacting with a warm, slightly awestruck smile. End description.]

it could just be part of her generally awed demeanor in this scene (because, like, who wouldn't be awed about meeting the Titan?), but I'm really soft over the look in Luz's eyes when her little brother's dad eschews gender norms.

because this Luz, who's bi, who doesn't want to choose between literal worlds, and who doesn't want to choose between feminine and masculine gender presentation. who's textually gender non-conforming, and incredibly easy to interpret as genderqueer, multigender, nonbinary, or any combination of those and more.

[ID identical to alt: a screenshot of Luz in a t-shirt with purple and white stripes, along with green sweatpants. It evokes the genderqueer flag, which is displayed next to her. End description.]

in the narrative, queerness is taken so in stride that Luz never even seems surprised by how normalized it is in the Boiling Isles — and from the start, she isn't afraid to show her own bisexuality either, which I think speaks volumes to how Camila must've raised her in a very accepting environment. but still, there's something to be said about how special it must be for Luz to meet the Titan —

who is King's dad, who is the source of all her magic, who is the literal ground she's been walking upon —

and for Luz to realize: "oh, him? the closest thing to a deity of this world? she's actually a lot like me."

#the owl house #luz noceda #papa titan #the owl house meta #toh meta #folks i rewatched the finale the other day and i am NOT normal about it #the entirety of luz and the titan's relationship just makes me want to lie on the floor bawling (/positive)

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literaryvein-reblogs · 3 months ago

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hello hello! i love your blog and it has been a fantastic resource for me. if i may ask, how does one go about writing music? my character is put in a situation where listening to a song is a large part of a scene, and i want to describe the song and music itself. while i would describe a guitar or drum, the song i have in mind specifically is mostly digital (think similar to edm) so i'm not sure how to do it. do you have any idea how i could tackle this?

thank you in advance!

Writing Notes: Electronic Music

Electronic Music - any music involving electronic processing, such as recording and editing on tape, and whose reproduction involves the use of loudspeakers.

It is produced from a wide variety of sound resources—from sounds picked up by microphones to those produced by electronic oscillators (generating basic acoustical waveforms such as sine waves, square waves, and sawtooth waves), complex computer installations, and microprocessors—that are recorded on tape and then edited into a permanent form.

Generally, except for one type of performed music that has come to be called “live electronic music”, electronic music is played back through loudspeakers either alone or in combination with ordinary musical instruments.

Musicians are always quick to adopt and explore new technologies.

The fast-paced changes wrought by electrification, from the microphone via the analogue synthesizer to the laptop computer, have led to a wide range of new musical styles and techniques.

Electronic music has grown to a broad field of investigation, taking in historical movements such as musique concrète and elektronische Musik, and contemporary trends such as electronic dance music and electronica.

The Art of Noises (1913) by Luigi Russolo is an important text in the history of electronic music, because it is the first attempt seriously to categorise all sounds and, indeed, to treat them as potential music.

Russolo wrote:

Every manifestation of our life is accompanied by noise. The noise, therefore, is familiar to our ear, and has the power to conjure up life itself. Sound, alien to our life, always musical and a thing unto itself, an occasional but unnecessary element, has become to our ears what an overfamiliar face is to our eyes. Noise, however, reaching us in a confused and irregular way from the irregular confusion of our life, never entirely reveals itself to us, and keeps innumerable surprises in reserve. We are therefore certain that by selecting, coordinating and dominating all noises we will enrich men with a new and unexpected sensual pleasure. Although it is characteristic of noise to recall us brutally to real life, the art of noise must not limit itself to imitative reproduction. It will achieve its most emotive power in the acoustic enjoyment, in its own right, that the artist’s inspiration will extract from combined noises. Here are the 6 families of noises of the Futurist orchestra which we will soon set in motion mechanically:

Rumbles: Roars, explosions, crashes, splashes, booms

Whistles: Hisses, snorts

Whispers: Murmurs, mumbles, grumbles, gurgles

Screeches: Creaks, rustles, buzzes, crackles, scrapes

Noises obtained by percussion: Metal, wood, skin, stone, terracotta etc.

Voices of animals and men: Shouts, screams, groans, shrieks, howls, laughs, wheezes, sobs

In this inventory we have encapsulated the most characteristic of the fundamental noises; the others are merely the associations and combinations of these.

Some Electronic Music Vocabulary

ADSR – Stands for Attack, Decay, Sustain and Release – refers to the envelope [i.e., characteristic of a sound (e.g. volume or filter) as it changes over time; can be used as a tool to shape a sound over time] applied to a sound to shape it over time. Can be applied to the volume, filter, pitch or more. Can make things sound plucky, soft, or ambient etc.

Aliasing – Subtle distortion that occurs in the digital realm when the input frequency is higher than the sample rate. The sample cannot be measured accurately and thus introduces imperfections into the sound.

Ambience – Can refer to a sound in a track which creates a sense of space or atmosphere – typically achieved by the use of time-based audio effects such as delays and reverbs. Also can refer to the level of sound in a recording that contains background noise, separate to the intended recording. Typically this background noise is undesirable, but sometimes it is an aesthetic choice.

Arpeggiator – A MIDI Effect that turns a static chord into an arpeggio. If that doesn’t make sense, it makes things go bleep-bleep-bleep.

Atmosphere – A sonic effect created by reverb, long tails and quieter sounds. Referred to as the background of a track.

Beat Repeat – A type of effect that takes audio as an input and repeats the snippet back at timed intervals to create a glitch effect.

Chill – A loosely-defined term to describe the sound of more relaxed, deeper and melody-driven music in electronic music. Sometimes people refer to this as a genre in itself.

Distortion – The processing of audio such that extra harmonics and loudness are added, creating a more fuller or aggressive sound. Distortion types include tube, clipping, tape, diode, overdrive, fuzz and many more.

Doppler Effect – The sonic effect of frequencies sounding higher pitched when moving closer to an audio source, and lower pitched when moving away. Like when you drive past a police siren.

Formant – A vocal quality of a sound relating to vowels, and a filter type that achieves a vowel-like sound. If you’ve ever heard an ‘oooh’ or ‘aaah’, then you’ve heard what a formant sounds like.

Gate – An audio effect that reduces the volume of a sound once it passes below a certain threshold. It’s good for reducing background noise or unwanted sounds in a recording or sample. Just like your gate at home stops unwanted people coming into your house.

Glide – Portamento—when the pitch slides evenly from note to note

Lazer – A type of sound made by a synth that features fast-moving pitch envelopes to create a ‘pew pew’ type effect.

Masking – A phenomenon when two sounds with similar frequency content cause one to become ‘buried’ due to phase cancellation or differences is loudness. For example, two piano sounds playing at the same time might cause one of them to sound less powerful and thin in the mix.

Normalize – Increases a waveform’s level to its highest before it becomes distorted

Panning – The process of moving a sound either left or right in the stereo field. Panning is a great mix technique to achieve width and space.

Polar Pattern – The way a microphone picks up a sound. Some pickup sound in many directions, others only in one direction, and everything in between.

Reflections – Part of a reverb that creates echoes based off sounds hitting walls and bouncing around rapidly.

Transient – The initial start point of a drum sound, where the audio goes from near silence to sudden loudness. Sounds clicky.

Voice stealing – When a synthesizer is programmed to play more sounds than accessible voices shuts down some present voices so new tunes can be played

Tips for Writing About Music

The most important step when writing about music is to write, read, and listen to as much as possible. Writing hones your voice, while reading exposes you to various styles and information that will shape your writing. The wider the range of music you embrace and study, the better your perspective and critical ear.

Read about music: Understand as much as possible about music, from instrumentation to how artists create their song lyrics. Reading also helps teach the technical vocabulary specific to certain genres. To help you gain a better command of music, use music writing reference books, such as A Short Guide to Writing About Music by Jonathan Bellman and How to Write About Music, edited by Marc Woodworth and Ally-Jane Grossan. Both of these works discuss how to research and write about music effectively, and are great resources for new music writers.

Stay informed: Develop an understanding of news, events, and cultural conversations that inform songwriters. For example, understanding the politics behind Russian feminist collective/punk group Pussy Riot is necessary if you want to write an informed piece on their output.

Learn music theory: The more informed your technical language, the better your music writing will be. Elements such as BPM, timbre, crescendos, adagio, and other music sounds will help you more deeply understand a particular piece of music and its relationship to other songs on an album.

Listen to music: Don’t only listen to genres that you prefer, but expand your ear to different types of music. Artists are inspired by music across time and genre, and the best music critics recognize those references.

Put work out: Whether you join your school’s paper, do creative writing, or start your own blog, getting eyes on your work is imperative to improving your music writing. There are also online resources that aggregate opportunities and writing prompts for writers of all experience levels, providing a great opportunity for new writers to get their foot in the door.

Pitch to publications: Online and print publications are always looking for new pitches from writers. The more places you pitch, the more likely it is that you will sell a piece. Don’t be discouraged if you pitch one outlet and never hear back. Lean into your passion, keep writing, and pitch some more.

Also describe the effects of the song to your character/s. The effects of music can be described using various adjectives like relaxing, calm, refreshing, soothing, etc.

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Thanks so much, really glad to hear this! Choose which of these notes would be most appropriate to incorporate in your story. Do go through the sources as there are more information I wasn't able to include here.

Another reference on music-related terms, plus some great additions. And more resources that could help with describing sounds and scenes related to music in your story:

Words to Describe Sounds

100 Sensory Words

Some Percussion Instruments

Some Pop Music Vocabulary

Writing Template: Singing Scene

Finding the right words that could accurately describe the specific song you have in mind to your readers is one way to tackle this, but it's definitely a challenge. Hope you find the right words/references here!

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